#now lemme go hide in my cave
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All The Things We Hide In The Dark Chapter 3
Pairing: The Darkling x Reader
A Beauty and the Beast AU
Part 1 Part 2 AO3 Link
Summary: Chased by Drüskelle and out of options, Reader (You) seeks refuge in the remote Little Palace which is rumored to be haunted by a beast and his ghosts. But he is not the only one who hides dark secrets…
Warnings: slight body horror? (idk Aleksander has a nightmare and it feels nasty), man does not know how to communicate feelings or how to cope with having human companionship in over a fuck off long period of time, (lemme know if I forgot something)
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A/N: Soooo.... it has been quite a while since I posted the second chapter but now it is finally here! I am pretty happy with how this chapter turned out so I hope Y'all enjoy it!
A/N: And a tremendous shout out to @dreamlandcreations for beta reading this chapter for me!
When Aleksander had lost his sense of up and down, he did not know. The distinction between left and right, back and forth not more important than that he knew he was coming apart at his seams. His shoulders, back and hands tearing themselves open to give the overwhelming power, that had taken hold of his body, an outlet.
Only for the shadows that curled around him to find a way back into his body, pushing past his eyes back into his head, past his lips, inside his lungs, making him unable to breathe. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't escape the nightmare that surrounded him. Never.
Startled awake by the lack of air in his lungs, he wasn't sure if he was still trapped in the nightmare as the shadows around him were coldly pressed to him, prickling his skin as they slowly dissipated along with the erratic pounding of his heart.
Rubbing his hands over his face, he wondered if the strange girl was still in the palace.
Part of him wanted her to be gone. He had been trapped here for centuries and he didn't need the painful reminder of his mother’s curse. Neither did he want to think about how the mysterious girl could go wherever she wanted, not confined to the walls of the palace like him. Because, in spite of the sprawling size of the palace, after a few centuries the walls had slowly started to cave in on him.
His body heavily protested when he tried to get up and somewhere in the back of his mind he wished that he wouldn't wake up anymore, to be free of the nightmares that plagued him every night. To be eternally at rest.
He muttered a slew of curses under his breath as he willed himself to get up. The cold of the room that greeted him not very different from how the shadows that clinged to his body at all times.
On better days, they were barely visible and he could almost forget that he had been trapped in the palace by the spell that had been put over him. Until Ivan or Zoya would inevitably find him, their physical state a harsh reminder that the people he'd tried so long to protect had been robbed of their power in his search to expand his own.
The cold structure of his mask laid rigid on his face, a stark contrast with the soft and malleable Kefta around his body.
His mind drifted back to the girl, wondering if she'd left. The image of her fearful face as she disappeared out of the heavy oaken doors making his heart sink into his stomach.
Perhaps his loneliness was getting more to him than he wanted to admit.
He wondered why she had stayed in the first place, he hadn't exactly been welcoming to her. The sound of her frightful running footsteps ringing in his ears. From what gossip he'd overheard from the other wisps, the entrance door had locked itself shut. Others had told tales of the windows doing the same.
Refusing to open. Refusing to let her out.
Her words echoed in his head.
I gladly would have left. If every way out didn’t keep shutting itself right in front of my face.
It seemed more like a hopeful dream than reality and wondered if centuries alone had finally driven him to madness. To have him hallucinate a companion to alleviate the painful emptiness of the palace now that he was near the end of his days? He could only guess.
But then, even if he had been making her up, the wisps should not have known of her presence.
The shadows that follow him clung to the walls as he passed through the hallways, as it had become a habit these days, the windows and their views still the same as they were centuries ago.
Mountainous hedges still lined the outsides of the gardens; neatly patterned flower beds laying barren, waiting for someone to put new seeds in them; Bushes that had grown far out of control sprawled out over some of the pathways and somewhere where the apple orchard had to be was nothing to be seen but a mess of trees that had stopped bearing fruit long before the reality of the curse had settled into him.
Yet there was one thing that managed to catch his eye.
From the far corner of his field of vision he caught three shapes, leisurely strolling over the gravel paths in what little sun had decided to show itself today. Or at least, one of them was. The other two figures, whom he now recognised as Fedyor and Genya, simply floated beside the new guest.
Or resident, if she too was now bound to the walls he'd spend so much time between.
He shook his head at his own wishful thinking, memories of small groups of people seeking shelter in the stables coming back to him.
They were never rich or looked to have any money on them. Always seemed like they were minutes away from freezing and more often than not, dressed in what could easily be mistaken for dish rags.
He'd never dared to get close to them, always staying far enough that even the normal, conversational tone would only reach his ears like whispers. His shadows had always been intimidating to others; Even when he could control them.
People had always referred to him as odd in all sorts of senses of the word. None of them had ever been kind, but he'd learned to live with it. To brush off every insult they hurled at him like snow on his coat. Yet there was one he had never been able to shake. Perhaps because it told him how he felt about himself, perhaps for reasons he would not reach for.
Monster, they would call him. Hideous, inhumane, incapable of any good deed or intention.
His scars stung under his mask at the thought. Another painful reminder of what he had lost in his desperate search to protect the Grisha. To protect his people.
He watched the trio from his high position at the window, his face only inches from the cold glass as he observed every move and he couldn't help but to be fascinated with the girl between the wisps, shame creeping up his face when he realised he never had the decency to ask for her name.
She laughs along to a joke either of the wisps told and a fleeting thought makes him wish to know what it sounds like. Yet as soon as he tried to get a hold of it, the idea was gone.
He watched for what could be mistaken for hours as Ivan's formless wisp floated up next to him.
"Barely a day here and she's already stolen the hearts of the two best informants we have."
There was a bitter tone to his teasing lilt. "I can't say if I find their hopefulness foolish or not."
"We've been waiting centuries," Aleksander simply said, "Someone was bound to show up one day."
"Funny she should have come here the very same night we were locked into this place."
"Did she?"
He hummed in confirmation and Aleksander was surprised that he still kept track of it after a good millenia had passed.
He tried to suppress the feeling of anger and distrust that rose to the surface at the implication of Ivan's words. But it was impossible to hide as his shadows coiled and curled around him like angry waves as they rapidly filled the hallway, threatening to swallow the wisp of the man beside him.
His eyes returned to the trio in the garden where they had taken to the shade of one of the dying willow trees. From his position he couldn't exactly see what they were doing, but seeing Genya and Fedyor fly around her excitedly only made him more curious.
Yet Ivan's words burned in his mind.
He didn't want to believe she'd stoop that low, but then again, she'd locked him in here, hadn't she? What would stop her from forcing someone into his arms?
Shadows started to creep in from the edge of his vision, the gilded edges of the window already covered in the black tendrils as he tried to put the idea aside.
He wished she'd cursed only him, for the rest of the Grisha to go unharmed. If at this moment it only meant he could check with Fedyor if the girl had indeed been telling the truth. But she had robbed all of them. Of their power, of their physical presence. Of their lives.
They were not dead, but neither were they truly alive, only occupying that weird space between the living and the dead.
With a heavy heart he turned himself from the window, back to the path he was going. Why he hadn't thought of his mother being behind this, he did not know. What he did know was that it was foolish to have hope. To have the slightest inclination that he might be freed from this place.
Perhaps the centuries of loneliness had indeed turned him into a fool.
He didn't see the girl for the rest of the day. In part because he refused to look for her, the other part avoiding her. He knew the palace didn't agree, having learned to read the moods of the building after all the time he spent between its walls.
"Disagree all you want, but she's not the person we're looking for," he quietly muttered under his breath, paying no mind to the few wisps he passed.
The shift in atmosphere was the palace's answer. Still disagreeing with him.
At times he hardly thought the palace had gotten a will of its own and had instead inherited that of his mother.
Which once again became apparent when he found himself in front of the garden doors. He'd long given up on trying to open them, the locks immediately shutting on themselves when he only reached for the handle.
A cruel way to separate him from the rest of the world, but perhaps for the better now that there was a new visitor. His stomach twisted as he once again watched the girl interact with Fedyor and Genya. It had been too long since he'd seen them like this. Laughing with each other without a care in the world, and of who might be watching.
But then there was also the inevitability that one day, she would leave. Leave this accursed place in search of better fortune and he couldn't say he blamed her.
Part of him wished he still cared enough to at least try and open the garden doors, the other part snidely reminding him they would still lock themselves as soon as he touched the handles.
Shaking his head, he turned away from the scene before him, squashing the spark of hope that tried to rise within him again.
There would be no end to his confinement. Not until time would finally wear on him enough that death would be a mercy granted to him.
And even if his mother had sent her here to free him, he doubted she could truly love him.
Once she learned what he had done. To Ravka. To the Grisha.
History proved that time and time again. At kindest, they called him an idealistic fool who got drunk on his own power, at worst, they called him a demon. A monster sent to deceive and destroy them all.
He turned away from the doors to make for his office, far away from the garden and even further away from the girl that raised false hope in him every time he saw her.
Perhaps it would be the best for them both if he stayed as far away from her as possible. To keep them both safe from the corruption that he seemed to take with him wherever he went.
The following few days he managed to avoid her pretty well. Only a few times nearly stumbling into her as the palace seemed hellbent on making them meet. Even if it was just in passing, Aleksander would have none of it. Love had only hurt him in the past, whether that be by the people he held close or by others who hurt those people and it would not heal him now.
But just like the mind of his mother, the palace was a tricky thing and it took the building only so long to figure out how to get the general and the new guest to meet again.
He'd mostly kept to his own office and his private quarters, occasionally taking a long stroll through the winding halls of the palace, purposefully making it difficult for the palace to get them in the same room again.
It was about a week after he'd decided to avoid her that he needed something from the library, wisps coming and going around him, some accidentally passing through him, though he hardly felt the difference anymore between them and the shadows that clung to him.
The library seemed to be empty, thick layers of dust coated the books on the shelves. The silence so thick Aleksander could swear he could touch it some days.
Quietly he moved over the pathways, scanning the books for the title he was looking for.
His movements were suddenly halted as someone crashed into him. In a flash of panic he wondered if someone had broken into the palace. To kill the monster hiding behind its walls.
What he found instead was the girl who had arrived a few days ago.
He only realised his shadows had started acting up again when she started apologising for not paying more attention to her surroundings.
"It is okay," he reassured her, "I wasn't paying attention either."
It felt strange to hear those words leave his lips. Even when he was still human, he hardly apologised for anything to anyone, yet the loneliness of the palace seemed to have changed him in ways he never thought of.
“I see you’ve taken an interest in the history of the Grisha,” he said as his eyes fell on the books she’d nearly dropped when they’d crashed into each other.
“My mother was Grisha. I thought I could perhaps learn more about what she could do and who her people are. Should be a lot easier now that I don’t have to look over my shoulder constantly…”
A wry smile twisted over his face. If it were up to the palace, she would have all the time in the world. Not that he would tell her that, it had probably already taken her more than enough courage to let Genya convince her to stay when the palace had locked her in, he wouldn’t ask her to muster it again with the revelation that she would be stuck here with him for far longer than either of them planned on being.
“Is there a particular title you are still looking for?”
“The Lives Of The Saints, sir. I tried asking Genya, but she wasn’t of much help unfortunately. I suppose there are downsides to being a formless wisp when you can’t touch a book.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at that as he remembered David and Zoya going through the same issue when they couldn’t read their favourite books anymore.
“Well, if memory serves me correctly, it should be here.” he said, fishing a slim, dusty book from one of the top shelves, pleased when he indeed turned out to be correct.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you. I hope you find what you are looking for as well.”
She disappeared quietly between the shelves with a last goodbye, leaving him alone once more.
“You like her, don’t you?” Genya chuckled from behind him, his shadows lashing out at hearing her voice.
“She is the first human being any of us have seen in a good milenia. I can’t say that I don’t find it hard to remain indifferent to her.”
“Still not entertaining the thought that maybe, just maybe, she might be here to lift the curse?”
“You know that is a foolish hope Genya. She wants to be here just as much as any of us do. She’ll leave with the first chance she gets.” His heart grew heavy at the thought. A grief clawing at him that he could not simply free the Grisha confined to the palace and leave him with the fate he deserved.
“General, you know just as well as I that she can’t. She won’t leave. Not before the curse is lifted anyway.”
“You know she will once she discovers what happened. What really happened. She won’t stay and if she does, I refuse to believe she will do so because she wants to. She will stay because this accursed place will make her.”
And because no one can love a monster like me, he thought quietly to himself.
Without another word, he turned around to leave the library, too angry to care about his shadows enveloping the aisle or to look for the book he wanted to read.
When the evening came, he was still stewing in his anger. As much as he liked both Genya and Fedyor, they seemed to have been completely taken by the ridiculous notion that she would save them.
He could tell the walls were scolding him for such a thought and that maybe he should’ve been more open to the possibility of being freed before it had to resort to more desperate measures. To not let him be able to scare her away.
“General? She has prepared dinner for you andherself in the kitchen.” The quiet voice of one of the servants alerted him, the shock of it suddenly piercing through his train of thought alarming him. It was a bad habit he seemed to have developed since the arrival of their guest, one he really had to kick to the curb if he somewhat wanted to keep the illusion that he had a certain amount of control over his shadows.
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Prepared food. It was something that had become a distant memory over the years. Time stood practically still between the walls and had completely eliminated his need to eat. Yet the mention of her making something for herself, no for the two of them, made his stomach twisting like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
He quietly wondered what sort of food she’d made. Being on the run often didn’t allow for fancy meals or long cooking times and from what he remembered when he was a child, food consisted mostly of old bread and nearly gone bad meat and cheese. If anything, it was a miracle he’d lived long enough to see the creation of the Fold.
The kitchen, for the first time in what should have only been yesterday, smelled sweet of the warmth of a fire, a finely cooked broth and he could swear he picked up on the scent of roasted meat.
“I see the cooks were generous enough to teach you one of their recipes.”
“They did. I didn’t really think anything would still be of use here after sitting unused for so long, but I was pleasantly proven wrong. I hope you’re hungry, because there is a lot,” she strained as she lifted the heavy pot away from the fire.
He had to admit that it did smell good, which either meant that they’d kept an annoyingly close eye on you and the food or that you were quite good at this; Probably to the cooks’ dismay.
To his surprise, Aleksander found that the food put in front of him was far tastier than anything he could remember from when he had last snuck into the kitchens for a snack when the rest of the staff had turned in for the night and the thought made him bitterly aware that even the memory of good food had become distant and foreign to him.
He tried not to let the feeling show too much, even if it was probably in vain but he continued to eat, hoping he could at least not make her think she did a bad job on the preparation of their meal.
They ate in silence for a few minutes before he asked: “How has your search into Grisha history been going?”
“Well, I’ve been learning a lot. Small science is a fascinating subject. Though, I do wish there were sources about it with less of a bias against Grisha since they all seem to describe it as some arcane sort of witchcraft.”
“I am sure the other Grisha here would be more than happy to help you distinguish myth from reality.”
“Oh they are. It is kind of my own ’fault’, for lack of better wording, that I can’t really grasp what it really is and does from text books and word of mouth alone. Not that it stops me from trying to understand it anyway.”
A soft warmth filled his chest upon hearing her words. To know that she still wanted to learn about the Grisha even when both history and her own ability to learn were trying to work against it.
“But how did this place come to be exactly? I always thought the Little Palace was a fairytale Grisha parents would tell their kids so they would sleep soundly at night. To an extent anyway.”
Aleksander’s heart twisted in his chest.
“The Little Palace started as a dream of a shadow summoner not long before the creation of the Fold. They managed to work their way up into the Ravkan court of the ruling dynasty at that time and over an extended period they got enough support to have the place built, though it took a few decades for the construction to be completed.
Since then it has served as a refuge for Grisha fleeing the violence and condemnation they would have to face elsewhere.”
He could see the gears turning in her head as she tried to make sense of his words. Sooner or later she would ask the inevitable question of how the Grisha here ended up as wisps except for him and he had to admit to himself he did not have a good lie ready. At least not one that would remove her probably growing suspicion on what was going on.
He could sense his shadows curling nervously in the air and cursed himself for not having a better grip on either his emotions or his shadows.
“Sensitive topic?”
“It is not exactly one of the things I like discussing the most, no.”
“I understand. History has uhhh… not exactly been kind to shadow summoners.”
By her reaction to him, he knows his shadows are intimidating her and a voice in the back of his head tells him he should probably comfort her; He knows that if he did she would keep asking questions about the palace, what happened to it, and by extent what happened to its Grisha residents and to him; Why he seemed to be the only human being in the place while the other Grisha resembled his shadows more than their own bodies.
His frustration clung to the walls as he tried to clear his head. Why did she make him feel this way? Why could she so easily reach into him and touch exactly what he was afraid of she would reach when he had spent more time than he cared to remember building walls around himself to ensure that would not happen.
He cursed at his mother for his predicament, for locking him up; For taking his control over the shadows; but most of all he cursed her for what she did to the Grisha in the palace and for the false hope of that impossible promise about true love she’d given him.
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Chilly adventures
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Dustin Henderson x Male!Reader
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Summary: While you and the crew explore "watergate" you get cold and Dustin lends you his sweatshirt.
Warnings: Very mild cursing
Word count: 560
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"You're staying here" Nancy demanded, stepping into the boat.
"Its my goddamn theory!" Dustin retorted, slightly offended the older teens don't trust him to go explore the gate with them.
"You heard nance!" Robin chimed in.
"Dustin-" Y/N tried to interject, placing his hand on Dustins shoulder.
Dustin took a quick, curious glance at his boyfriend before turning back to the other.
"Who put her in charge?" Dustin asked.
"I did" Robin responded.
Dustin gave her a confused look before rolling his eyes as the older teens pushed off the shore and started rowing towards the gate.
"Dustin its fine, we'll keep lookout" Y/N said, trying to be optimistic.
"Yeah, yeah" Dustin muttered, slightly dissapointed.
Dustin and Y/N stepped back to Lucas and max, they all rested against the trees as the others rowed across the lake.
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"Ew, steves shirtless" Dustin said as he looked through the binoculars.
"Lemme see" Lucas said, grabbing them from Dustins hands.
"I keep tellin' him to tame that jungle, he just doesn't listen" Dustin snarked.
Y/N let out a chuckle as Max grabbed the binoculars from Lucas's hands and stared at Steves shirtless chest for a liiiitle too long.
"Ummm" Lucas said.
"Sorry" Max said, giving the binoculars back to Dustin as Lucas squinted at her.
The younger teens went back to waiting as Steve dove down into the water, leaning back against the trees.
Y/N crossed his arms and let out a little shiver, letting out a pant of breath as the cold started to annoy him.
"Are you cold?" Dustin asked worringly, noticing your small gesture.
"No im fine" Y/N assured.
Dustin shot you a skeptical look and took one of your hands in his, feeling your chilly hand against his.
"You're cold" Dustin whined, tilting his head and looking at you with distress.
"No im not im fine" You reassured, setting your hand on the back of his hand and shooting him a loving smile.
Dustin rolled his eyes and pulled his sweatshirt over his head.
"Here"
"No, dustin, im fine, seriously" Y/N said.
"No, you're not, your cold, take it" Dustin said, placing his sweatshirt in your hands and giving you a worried look.
"But- you'll be cold now" Y/N responded, worrying about his boyfriends warmth.
"Eh, I have a long-sleeve shirt, its fine, put the sweatshirt on" Dustin assured.
"Dustin-" Y/N started.
"Put the goddamn sweatshirt on" Dustin demanded, still keeping his voice soft.
Y/N sighed and caved in, slipping Dustins grey sweatshirt on and pulling on the strings.
Dustin smiled, looking at you up and down before throwing his arm around you.
"You look cute"
Y/N smiled, a wave of pink creeping up his cheeks.
"Shut up" He said hiding in the hood.
Dustin smiled wider and placed a kiss on your cheek, pulling back and looking back toward the lake with a sense of accomplishment.
"Ewwww" Lucas and Max said simultaneously.
Y/N and Dustin looked at them confused, eyebrows knitted down as Lucas and Max made a face of disgust.
"You guys are dating" Dustin said puzzled at their response.
"Stiiiiiiillll" Lucas and Max said.
Dustin rolled his eyes as Y/N still looked at them with a look of offended confusion.
"Oh shit somethings happening with the gate!" Dustin exclaimed rushing to get up.
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Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat.Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in heat. Gorou in h---
Every time I thikn of heat I think of that furry phase I narrowly missed cause 2 of my friends in jr high were furries (literally went to school walking around between classes with a tail) and I refused to get into it lol.
Gorou x gn!reader (reader top though so)
Type: bullet points and story
warnings: It's just smut bro. Sub!bottom!gorou, soft dom!top reader. Specifics are under cut.
If yoy want gorou in rut lemme know 👌👌
No matter how many times I read over my work I will always miss typos/grammatical errors and I apologize
ALT
Specific nfsw content: praise kink (use of good boy and other doggy terms, implied reader has a dick but tried writing it so it can be seen as getting pegged as well. Begging, thigh riding, coming untouched, slight overstim. Eating out (gorou recieving) teasing, slight breeding kink if you squint hard enough.
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So before yall are dating Gorou was good at hiding his heats from the army
It actually just became less intense to the point it was barely noticeable due to lack of visual stimulation. He considered everyone he works with as family too quickly to see them that way.
But then you joined the army and a dam burst. The first to join in a longgggg time.
Yall fellow pot heads know how you haven't had a pot brownie in forever so you kinda forget how long it takes for it to kick in so you continue to eat more. And you're like "Did I not put enough weed in it?.....oh shit, OH SHI--"
He didn't get it immediately I think heats are periodic, like 2 times a year one in spring and one in fall. Or if someone is physically trying to come onto them and they do reciprocate.
So when you first join it wasnt during that period, maybe winter when the war is on a periodic still for being too cold to fight healthily. Because of this he thought you were cute but he'd learn to just love you like family like he did everyone else.
but when spring finally came around and you walked into breakfast without your armour on (you're still in the under clothing lol this isn't an exhibitionist fic sorry) It's game over bro.
A year of lack of visual and physical stimulation hit him all at once. It starts with his tail twitching, then you stretch your arms on the table like a cat revealing a bit too much of your chest, now he's blushing, his ears are down casted as the heat builds up.
"General gorou? You doing ok?"
"Hm? Oh I...Uh...." He didn't even register your words cause it's getting really dizzy and he's getting tunnel vision trying to look anywhere but your chest. "I...Should go see when delivery for our next shipment of supplies are coming!"
Avoids you for the rest of the heat (I imagine it last like a week-2weeks max). It dies down a bit cause he knows how to manage it but the second he sees you it's like he's a horny teen again and can't make eye contact with the person he just jerked off to (lol)
First couple times he does manage to control himself till its gone for the time being, just cause this man's wayyyy too shy to do anything about it.
But it does get harder and harder, silently calling himself an idiot for thinking he was a pro at hiding it before. No sir you just had nothing to jerk off to till now. Now you do and you're FUCKED.
One month he knows an especially hard one is coming and he's caving in the weeks to come in nervousness. He feels manipulative finally working up the courage to ask you out solely so he can get you to fuck him but....at this point he's desperate.
He asked you out 3 weeks before his heat. 3 weeks is enough time to get to know someone to want to ..... bed them right?? Surely theyd like me enough to do that....right? Oh shit are they even a top????
Now he has a whole other thing to worry about (lol 2x)
General gorou did not show to dinner, and he didn't show to his night patrol shift either. You being his s/o, got asked to check on him. You wondered maybe with how busy his schedule has been as of late, the stress probably gave him a cold. So you prepared some soup and a loaf of bread, as well as some herbal tea to soothe any groggyness/headache he might have. Meds were scarce at the moment on the camp so this just had to do st the moment till you lettered Kokomi for the supplies.
"Gorou? You doing alright hun?" You tap your foot on a stump that laid in front of Gorous tent, used as a makeshift door knocker since...well its a tent.
"D---dont come in y/n! Im...not doing so well." He said on the other side, his voice ragged and breathing heavy. He was second guessing himself now, felt guilty about his reasoning to ask you out. He did like you, but he realized the night before that 3 weeks wasn't enough time to ask someone to do something like this for you. First times together should be romantic and come naturally. Not when your high out of your mind on horny hormones.
"Ok, well I have some food and tea that could help, can I at least come in to bring it to you?"
".......that......should be fine." You walk in, his body laying on his cot completely covered with a blanket. His tail stook out and twitched left and right with each step you took closer. You sat on a small stool beside him and set the soup down next to his bedside table. "You d-dont have to stay. I wouldn't want you.....getting....affected by this because of m-me." He whispered,muffled slightly due to the covers still over him.
"Gorou can you even sit up to eat this?"
"I'll be fine..i promise."
"So stubborn" You pout, gently grabbing the covers and pulling them out of the way. Gorou yelped a bit at the sudden sight of you, face flushed mistaken to you by the cold, but his pupils were blown out which made you a bit confused. Maybe it's a canine-person symptom when they get sick? "Cmon, lemme help you sit up." You reach over to grab his arm and other to place onto the small of his back.
"Ah!" He moaned slightly, taking you both by surprise as he sat up on his own and jerked away. "I think....you should go now y/n."
"What? Gorou whats--"
"As your general is imperative to state the importance of getting a good night's sleep and.....and..." his eyes are darting around the room, shaky hands clutching the covers over his groin area to hide everything.
"Gorou....are you...what's it called?" You pause for a moment to gather your thoughts. "In a rut?"
Oh no. He just blushes more out of embarassment, looking down at his hands. If only it was a rut, maybe this conversation would be less awkward if he was the one that wanted to mate, not be mated. The manliness he felt in himself waning at the thought of you being disappointed he's not a top. Ever so slightly he shakes his head. "Not a rut." He whimpers out, but the way he's practically trembling now from anxiety more than the ailment was telling enough.
Oh? Oh. It clicked in your head, knowing a bit of the difference between a rut and a heat. If it wasn't a rut, then it must be that. "Well whatever it is," you start, picking your words carefully as not to make him any more embarassed, "You know as your s/o that Im able to help right?"
"I can't ask you to do that y/n. This...isn't how I wanted it to be." That was a lie. He definitely planned this but he didn't want them to think that was the only reason he asked them out. You quietly stand up and take a seat next to him on the cot, him jumping at the sudden dip and closness, instantly leaning his head in and closing his eyes as your hand goes to cup his cheek. Archons it felt so nice, he thought.
"You don't have to ask me love, I'm offering. Can you look at me Gorou?" He opens his eyes, grimacing slightly at how much just looking at you had an effect on him. I'm so dirty, he thought. " you cup the other side of his face, and gave him a genuine smile. "My good boy. Can I help you?"
Gorou gulps at the nick name, pausing in awe at you before finally removing the covers from his bottom half, a noticeable tent in size and discoloration from pre already leaking. You peck him on the nose and adjust him so Gorou is straddling you. The second your hands grab his waist he's Hunching forward slightly at the contact, and immediately trying to stop himself from bucking when he puts his full weight down on your thigh. "It's ok puppy, let yourself go." You encourage, whispering it close to his ear, and beginning to kiss his neck. He still tried to stifle his moans, but the second your chest met his to angle your head right, he was bucking like crazy. Riding your thigh in slowly growing ferver, the harder sucks on his neck earning you moans he couldn't keep in.
"Ah...ah ugh..hah...y/n...ah! Ahhh Im...i" his pace quickened more, you helped out by pushing his hips down more on your thigh. He doesn't have time to finish the sentence. He rest his head on your shoulder and keens in your ear and comes. Shaking and twitching slightly from the after shocks of you still grinding his hips down.
"Want more love?" You ask, petting his head, intentionally playing with his ears. You feel him nod, too blissed out to speak at the moment. "Hm? I'm sorry I didn't hear you? Maybe that was enough." You stop your petting and his head immediately shoots up to look at you, biting his lip and eyes full of desperation. He whines a bit,grabbing your hands to put them back on his waist, but you intertwined them together instead. "Use your words Gorou."
He looks down slightly, eyes moving between your lips and eyes. "I...I...please."
"Please what?"
"Please I....I ache...I need you y/n....in...inside."
You smile, giving him a deep kiss, parting your lips so he can slip his tongue in and yourself moaning and giggling at his desperation. In between breaths you help him remove his pants. You look down and laugh at the soaked fabric, "real pent up huh?"
"D-dont laugh!" You kiss him again.
"It's ok love. I'm here to help now." You move to rest on your stomach with your head directly in front of Gorous dick, it wasn't too large, just slightly above average at 7 inches and not any thicker than anyone else, but it curved slightly inwards and was blushing a cute shade of pink like his face. You give the tip a kiss, it twitching in rhythm with his tail. You begin to clean up the cum left over on his dick and abdomen where it smeared due to being stuck in his pants. All the while your dominate hand slowly beginning to finger his tight little hole. "Lube?" You ask.
"E..everything you need is in the bedside table."
You try to stop a giggle, your thoughts trailing off imagining Gorou pleasuring himself, trying to stay quiet so no one heard him release, or quickly fixing himself and covering up when someone interupts. You lean over to the drawer and pull the items out, meanwhile Gorou finally removes his shirt and begins helping you remove your clothes as well. Something about helping you out of your clothes felt more intimate than the festivities you just did with him. He took it slow despite his need, watching your arms rise and your chest slowly come Into view. "So perfect." He whispered, earning a blush from you this time.
You place your hands on his chest, slowly rubbing before giving them a gentle squeeze,"Not so bad yourself there." He scoffed at the assertiveness,rolling his eyes as you gave a cheeky wink. You lean back down, he produced a wetness all on his own but you wanted be sure you weren't hurting him. Slowly lubibg your fingers up and putting 2 in before continuing to lick his penis, slowly getting lower to suck his left ball, then his right.before eventually you were low enough to get your tongue right at his ring. "Turn around for me babe."
He listened, getting on all fours, hips bucking as you place both hands on his pretty round ass, not a bubble butt persay. Years of training making it toned and chisled, but definitely bigger than normal. You lean down to kiss a particularly big scar that went from his lower back and angled down his left check.. Your tongue re enters, licking at his folds and searching for that one spot. When a quick yelp and a tug forward finally escapes Gorous lips,you knew you found it. Unfortunately your tongue wasn't long enough to his it completely, just enough to scrape it. But you continued none the less, messaging and squeezing Gorous butt in tandem, also to keep him for Jerking his hips back too much.
You quickly fell love with the needy whines he made when you teased him. You didn't consider yourself much a dom,a top maybe, but taking the lead in intimate relations didn't really cross your mind. For gorou though, seeing him whine and moan, sweat tangling his fur and tail wagging and twitching with each touch, you'd gladly take the reigns every time.
"Not- not enough. Y/n please. I need it already!"
You remove your mouth, giving his butt a quick little nip before getting on your knees to line yourself up. "Ready love?" He doesn't answer, just whines and rubs your length between his ass, trying to get it to hook inside. To continue your teasing you lean back a bit, earning more whines,right as he was about to turn his head around in confusion you pushed the entire length in in one go. He screamed, "aahhhughhhmmmm!!!" Quickly covering his mouth in fear someone outside the tent heard that. "Ahh ! Mmm--- y/n. So...ssssho"
"So, what, love?" You emphasized each with pulling mostly out before just the tip remained,and jamming it quickly back in before the next word.
"Shoo...shoo.. GuUudD. Aah. L--wuv you." His words were slurring, he had a vice grip on the blanket crumpled in front of him. Trying desperately to match your rhythm and he bucks back to get you deeper.
"Love you to. My good boy, so tight just for me."
"Only for yew" He confirms. "More..Archons pweleAsE fill mwe moar!"
You just laugh,switching positions so his back was flush to your chest, lifting his thighs up so it could go in deeper. He quickly leaned his head back on your shoulder, yelps coming out of his mouth each thrust and tongue sticking out to smear his face in drool. You kiss his neck,he quickly turns his head over to kiss you. It's sloppy and he's too out of his mind to put real effort in it, but it was sweet none the less. One particularly hard thrust has him arching up," C-close! Y/N I..hah, ugh"
"Me to baby. Together with me now ok?" You thrust a few more time, deeper and harder each time. Before finally you both moaned in release, un hooking his thighs soon after, inadvertently having him sink a bit more on you due to his dead weight and Cumming more ropes out of him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling your head on his shoulder and leaning it against his. Gorous tongue was still sticking out, panting heavily as his drool dripped down his cum soaked chest. You waited til he began to soften to pull out. Soft groans left him. You grav a towel that was also in the drawer to help clean him, Gorou being too tired to do anything but rest his hands on the arm still wrapped around him, closing his eyes as his head rested beside yours.
"You calmed down now? No burning up?" You ask. He sighs contently and nods. You want to talk to him a bit more in length about how his heats work, but for now you were both too tired for lengthy conversations like that.
"Sorry." Goroy whispers, now more conscious, grip tightening on your hands still around his wwaist.
"Hm? What for?"
"Our first time should've been more romantic, not because of some condition I have where you had to do it."
You turn him around at that, putting a hand up to his chin so he could face you a better. "Gorou you didn't make me do anything. I didn't feel obligated, I felt like you needed me and I let you have me. Nothing was unconsentual, and I think it was very romantic to trust me with something like this." He blushes, eyes sparkling in awe at just how amazing you are, how easy those words of affirmation came out about a subject Gorous always been embarassed about.
"You want to...stay the the night tonight, cuddle with me?"
You kiss his cheek. "I'd love to."
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Astarion x Dark Urge
Chapter 09
Rating: E
Tags: Angst, Fluff, hurt/comfort, slow burn, two guarded people fall in love so hard it makes them stupid
Chapter Summary:
Several days of travel with various shenanigans ensue. Sazza offers to lead the team to her camp, they run into their first True Soul, and then a sudden storm forces them to take shelter in a nearby cave.
“Well if it isn’t worgmeat!” Sazza squawked, “you come to finish me off, then? Got your feelings a little hurt yesterday?”
“I thought your tribe was supposed to rescue you come nightfall,” Rose smirked at the goblin, “seeing as they hadn’t, seemed like you needed a hand.”
“Ah, praise the Absolute, she sent me a savior! Good to be free again, gotta say.”
“I hope the Absolute pays. I don’t do this out of charity.”
“No, s’pose ya wouldn’t. C’mon, lemme introduce ya to my tribe, put in a good word for ya. Priestess Gut would getcha branded, and trust me: the kinda power you’ll get from our goddess-- like non ya ever seen!”
Now we were talking. Sazza was playing her part in this plan very well, even if she didn’t realize it. Rose showed her a smirk, as a display of gratitude.
“Alright, lead the way.”
The goblin camp was meant to be a little over a day’s journey, especially with Sazza to vouch for them at the front door. But other than a couple of unexpected delays, the journey was relatively uneventful. Well, uneventful as far as traveling with a bunch of strangers would go.
- - The Boar - -
Not far from the grove, the corpse of a boar caught Rose's attention. It looked like it was sleeping, but she didn’t see its belly rise or fall. Something was off, and she didn’t like the uncertainty stirring in her stomach. She stopped their travel to look over it.
“The pig’s dead, my friend,” Astarion protested as she squatted beside the body, “there’s no bringing it back.”
“It’s the fact it looks not quite dead that bothers me…”
Honestly, she wasn’t even sure what she was looking for. So far, following her gut feelings (minus the murderous ones) led to some insight into herself. The flesh was cool to the touch, but it didn’t reek of death. No wounds that she could find—
No, wait, what’s this? Her fingers brushed aside a patch of fur along the beast’s neck, revealing two puncture marks. Astarion continued to bemoan behind her.
“Well? Have you decided it’s dead enough yet?”
“Look here,” she beckoned for him to crouch beside her, “these marks— does anyone recognize them?”
Wyll stepped forward and kneeled beside her, looking over the boar, adjusting its head so he could get a better look at the marks. Astarion continued to watch, standing above them. When she looked over, he averted his gaze.
“You’ve seen this before?” She eyed him expectantly.
“It’s been drained of blood,” he answered quickly, “and with marks like that in its neck, well…looks like a vampire did this.”
“Astarion’s right,” Wyll confirmed, “it’s bound to still be in the area, probably hiding in a cave or something.”
“I didn’t want to worry you,” crimson eyes shifted back to Rose, “They’re ferocious creatures. I’ll keep watch tonight so we won’t have to worry about unwanted nocturnal visitors.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Rose sighed heavily as she stood.
“We done ‘ere?” Sazza’s arms were crossed, foot tapping impatiently on the dirt path, “Let’s go!”
- -True Soul- -
“Press the wound— not like that!”
A small trail shot off from their main path, movement could be seen behind the brush. Sounded like none of their business. She kept walking after their goblin acquaintance.
“You’re a True Soul! You can’t die!”
“Ah shiet,” Sazza stopped suddenly. Rose looked at her with a lifted brow. “I think I know ‘em, c’mon.”
Sazza changed directions and lead the group into the brush, approaching a pair of humans sobbing over a dying man.
“You! Stay back!” The redheaded woman shouted, glaring at the approaching strangers. A strange mark began to glow over one of her eyes.
The wriggling intensified in Rose’s brain. This time felt different than the others, not like connecting to another tadpole, but still yearning to engage…somehow. She took a step closer, intrigued. Bracing for anything, she eyed the crying woman and willed the parasite to connect. Whatever that meant here.
Nothing happened. No memories flooded in, but a connection was made. Well, sort of. The woman stared at her with wide eyes— still alive! At least she could cross off her ‘quirk’ as the cause of this strange sensation.
“True Soul!” The woman fell to her knees, bowing her head as did the man she was with.
“Yous a True Soul?!” Sazza exclaimed, backing away from Rose, “I-I didn’t know ma’am!” While she didn’t fall to her knees, the goblin offered a pitiful bow and meek stance. Not so high and mighty now, it seemed.
The rest of her group were all staring with just as much confusion as she was feeling. But the situation was clear, whatever the hells a ‘True Soul’ was, they had authority over these people. And she just established herself as a form of authority, apparently.
Praise the Absolute, indeed.
“State your names. What’s the situation?” Rose commanded, crossing her arms and eyeing the bowing humans.
“Brynna, ma’am,” the woman answered, “o-our brother, True Soul Edowin, he’s injured! I wasn’t thinking when you approached, forgive my disrespect.”
She eyed the body of the man on the ground, and approached it quietly. He was breathing shallowly, life slowly slipping away. Large claw marks left the padded robe in shreds, his blood staining the fabric. The dying man looked at her, and their tadpoles connected.
The two others were his siblings. He was the lucky one to be chosen by The Absolute, to lead them, in her name. Could she push for more? Learn more? She tried to see further into his mind. Large statues of a beautiful woman. Hanging braziers lighting a grand hall. Goblins everywhere.
“M-mind the True Soul,” his final orders, weakly, left his lips.
His last breath. His last words. How generous, that he handed her the credentials she needed.
The siblings sobbed over his body, Rose stepped back to give them space.
“You aren’t mad about that Worgmeat comment ay, True Soul?” Sazza pathetically asked, “I swears I didn’t know.”
“I know. That’s why you’re still breathing,” Rose maintained her stern face, but internally she was smirking.
Brynna said a soft prayer over her brother before getting up to her feet.
“True Soul, what are your orders?”
“First, catch me up to speed. What were you doing out here and what happened?”
Brynna explained their original orders were to investigate the nautiloid crash for survivors. Anyone found alive (or half alive) were to be brought back to the goblin camp. What they wanted from the survivors was not information they were privy to. Their brother, Edowin, didn’t stand a chance against an owlbear they crossed paths with. Rose could work with this. She didn’t like the idea that there were tadpoled-people looking for nautiloid survivors.
Taking advantage of this situation, she probed them for as much information they were willing to give. Easily, she took on the role of a True Soul who was sent to assist with…whatever the hell they were doing there. Her superiors gave little details and was told the other True Souls could fill her in, so she asked who those would be. Three, assuming no one else dies. One of them was a Drow, who had been sent to the Goblin Camp to fulfill a some assignment from the superiors that would have sent Rose. On her way to the Goblin Camp, she saw the nautiloid crash and found no survivors.
They bought the whole thing.
Sazza was ordered to escort the grieving siblings back to the tribe, and let the True Souls know to expect another would soon join them.
- - Much Ado About Tadpoles - -
The parasite squirmed ferociously in her head. The others doubled over at the same time, dealing with the discomfort in their own way.
“Wh-what’s happening?” Alfira looked around nervously. Her stare stopped on Rose as she fell to the ground. Then, her eyes widened in horror, “WHAT THE HELLS IS THAT?!”
Another tadpole squirmed out of Edowin’s ear and towards Rose.
“Shit! Tadpole!” Rose shouted.
A boot appeared in front of her, squishing the damned thing into the dirt. Bells jingled softly, in front of her.
“I got it!” The bard exclaimed, “i-is everyone alright? Was it that thing hurting you?”
Maybe it was time to tell Alfira about their parasite predicament…
- - The Owlbear Cave - -
CRASH
Lightning flashed above the trees, as rain pelted the party running through the woods.
“I see a cave over there!” Alfira cried.
Wet steps hurried to shelter, not caring for the mud that they tracked in.
“Everyone accounted for?” Rose looked back, mentally counting the people behind her.
“Little soggy,” Gale answered from the entrance, “but accounted for!”
“Good eye, Alfira,” Wyll complimented.
The bard, who was panting with exhaustion and supporting herself with hands on her knees, responded with a thumbs up.
Going deeper into the cave, the sound of thunder faded behind them. But a loud thudding began to approach. Massive claws scraped against the stone walls as a heap of feathers turned to face them. Larger than a bear, but snarling all the same. A beak pointed at them, yellow eyes locked onto its prey.
Shit.
Alfira showed potential against the owlbear. Even with a massive wound from its claws, she continued to play her lute and cast whatever magic she knew. Rose, Astarion, and Gale maintained a distance from the monstrosity, giving Wyll and Lae’zel more room to redirect its focus towards them. Shadowheart patched everyone up once the creature had been slain.
Between the injuries from facing the owlbear and the storm outside, they decided to make camp in the cave.
The rest of the cave was cleared, with the exception of an owlbear cub who now remained motherless. They left it alone with its mother’s carcass, seeing as it posed no threat to them, at least not yet. The cub wandered into their camp, chittering with a red face.
“What a delectable little pet,” Astarion grinned, putting aside the book he was reading.
Rose was setting up her tent when she saw the cub. Her eyes widened with delight that it wandered in. Shadowheart saw the joy on her face and shook her head with smile.
“You aren’t thinking about feeding it are— annnnd there she goes,” the cleric watched with amusement.
Yes, Rose was thinking about feeding it. She grabbed food from her pack and took long strides towards the cub. It hopped back, startled by her sudden movements.
“No no, it’s okay,” she cooed, slowly crouching down with the food in her hands.
The cub didn’t move, but its eyes were locked on the food. She tossed the food towards the cub. If it wasn’t going to get close, she still wanted it to know that it would get fed by her. It hesitantly approached the food, chittering as it nibbled at it. The smile on her face grew.
“The hand that feeds is the hand that’s loved,” Gale commented, walking over with a few others to watch the precious little bundle of feathers.
“Bah! We’ll never be rid of the beast!” Lae’zel shouted, startling the cub.
As it ran off, Rose’s smile fell to a pouty frown.
“I’d be careful. It was adorable, but still a monster.” Wyll warned.
“It’ll be back, mark my words” Lae’zel hissed.
“Gods I hope so,” Rose prayed.
“HA!” Astarion cackled loudly, “you actually want to keep it as a pet?!” he continued to laugh, loud enough that it was the only sound bouncing against the walls, “oh darling you are adorable .”
- - Cats - -
“Dammon thinks he could make due at a smith’s, so at least he has plans once we get to Baldur’s Gate. I’m not really sure what I’ll do, probably play in some taverns and hope to make it work,” Alfira was sharing what new lives the tieflings wanted to have once they arrived to the city, lightly strumming her lute to accompany her, “oh but Bex won’t stop talking about getting a cat!”
“I heard about this creature, this cat ,” Lae’zel said, “what is this thing?”
“Oh, you wouldn’t know what a cat is, that makes sense, ummm” Alfira strummed through her thinking.
“Sophisticated, graceful, mind their own business,” Astarion listed off some traits, but that wouldn’t be very helpful.
“So they are intelligent beings?”
“No, some are very stupid,” Shadowheart added, smirking behind her glass.
“Must be a problem with their trainer, if that’s the case.”
“No— Shadowheart you’re just confusing her,” Gale interjected, seeing that the gith was getting further frustrated as she tried to understand, “Lae’zel, a cat— as we call it— is a domesticated feline that humanoids can keep as pets. Although, some scholars theorize that cats saw a benefit in a symbiotic relationship to humanoids so they could have domesticated us— but that is a different lecture. They’re small, usually furry, and they are predators to small birds and rodents.”
“Hmm…” Lae’zel took in the information, similarly to how Alfira took in learning about their tadpoles. A little confused, but seeming to understand a little of the explanation— just enough to keep asking questions, “is there a reason one would keep them in their home, if not as a guard?”
“Well, companionship is typically a reason someone would keep a pet.”
“And…they are cute but also ferocious?”
“Ah, that’s…I can see why that would be confusing. Oh, let me try this!”
Gale waved his fingers towards Lae’zel, who eyed him cautiously. Rose, Shadowheart, and Astarion sat closer together, waiting for some kind of show. Gale mentioned how he was a strong wizard back in Waterdeep, she was hoping that the gith was going to be transformed into a cat for fun!
In the space before Lae’zel, a small bundle of fur was brought into existence. A short haired orange tabby cat, meowing up at the more confused warrior.
“It’s alright,” Gale promised, “they aren’t going to hurt you.”
The cat hopped into Lae’zel’s lap, leaning up to sniff her face. She sat there, frozen. Uncertain.
“That’s it,” Gale smiled at her encouragingly and nodded, as if her response was correct, “now you put your head on its head and give it a little scratch behind their ears— gently.”
The conjured cat mewed softly, curling in her lap contently and stayed still. A yellow hand slowly hovered over its furry head, before she gently drew her nail behind its ear. A soft purr rumbled from the fur bundle. Immediately, Lae’zel growled back.
“No no, that’s not aggression. That’s called purring. A sound of affection.”
“Affection?” She glanced at Gale, but stopped growling at the adorable little pet. She continued to pet the cat, watching as it purred and relaxed in her lap, “This….hmm…I will allow this.”
The conjured cat never left Lae’zel’s lap. She fell asleep sitting up, with her hand resting on the cat’s back. The next morning she awoke with a blanket draped around her shoulders, but no one admitted to the gesture.
- - What did you do? - -
“You’re not allowed to guess, you know too much,” Rose pointed at Astarion, sitting across from him around their campfire.
“Oh you’re no fun,” Astarion pouted.
“I’m sticking to my original guess, hunter,” Shadowheart mused.
Rose knew it was only a matter of time before the whole camp realized they knew little to nothing about their leader. With Alfira joining their ranks, they made a game of having her guess each of their lives before they were captured. When it came to guess what Rose was, everyone else wanted to play. The assassin smirked and crossed her arms, as they all volunteered their guesses, some at the same time as others.
“Natural leader, prowess in battle, and well observed,” Lae’zel listed, “perhaps a guard of sorts.”
“Mmmm not quite guard,” Wyll pondered, “but you’re right about leading a group…”
“Sellsword then, or maybe just an adventurer!” Gale guessed.
“Oh shoot, I was going to guess that!” Alfira laughed, “ummm okay okay okay teacher!”
“Teacher?!” Rose laughed. Alfira shrugged with a big smile.
“I don’t know! All the good ones were taken!”
“You know what, I think I’m going to let Alfira win this one.”
Fruit pits and scraps were thrown at her with a resounding ‘booooo’ from the others.
“Does that mean I win?” Astarion smirked, “Because I’m pretty sure you’re a—”
“No— ow— Shadowheart stop it!”
An apple core hit her shoulder, Shadowheart grinning smugly at her last attack.
“Okay fine, I’ll tell you.” Rose tossed the thrown applecore into the fire, “I’m….going to bed,” she hopped up and escaped to her tent laughing as the troupe yelled after her. Astarion’s laughter sounded the loudest, and was immediately interrogated by the sore losers.
He refused to tell them. It was more fun that way.
- - As promised, we meet again - -
Aggressive lute strumming and shouted incantations awoke the entire camp. Wyll and Alfira had no time to alert anyone, only to act as a skeletal figure wandered into view. Rose launched herself from her tent, dagger ready.
Wyll’s blade was striking true, but the skeleton did not falter. Not even flinch. Not for a damned second.
“Nothing’s working!” Alfire cried, casting another spell from her instrument.
“But thou strikes do find purchase,” a tired old voice answered.
Gods damn it!
“ Withers!” Rose shouted above the combat, stopping everything in its tracks.
By the firelight, she could see the outline of the danger they faced. The skeleton with golden adornments on his face. She should’ve stabbed his perfectly targeted forehead when she had the chance. Wyll and Alfira looked between their unbothered enemy and exasperated leader.
“Thou hath acquired more to their party,” Withers noted, monotonously, “good.”
“Alfira, Wyll, meet Withers,” Rose introduced, massaging her temples to quiet the oncoming headache, “Withers, meet Wyll and Alfira. Sorry, I forgot you said you would find our camp when you were ready.”
“The memory issues aren’t so adorable when it’s interrupting my beauty rest,” Astarion had wandered out of his tent, along with literally everyone else that thought they were under attack.
“What is-- can anyone else explain what this-- what he is?” Wyll began stowing his rapier, but looked to the rest of the camp for answers.
“He floated out of a crypt we raided,” Lae’zel answered. Of the whole bunch, she looked most awake and alert, “Very durable for a bunch of bones.”
“He’s friendly-- well,” Shadowheart tilted her head with a shrug, “neutral, more like. At any rate, he doesn’t seem interested in giving us trouble.”
“As promised, we meet again.” Withers approached Rose with a closed fist, holding it out to her. When she extended her palm, a necklace fell into it. Silver with small skulls bundled together as a pendant.
“What’s this?” She asked, examining the jewelry. She felt the soft buzz of magic from it.
“It matters not,” was all he said before finding an empty corner of camp and planting himself there.
Gale eyed the necklace in her hand but did not approach. She saw him turn away when she glanced in his direction.
“So...” Alfira began to speak to Wyll as she sat herself down by the campfire “goblins, and skeletons, and owlbears?”
“Oh my...”
- - Vampire Lord - -
“Wyll, have you heard of a vampire lord by the name Cazador Szarr?” Astarion asked after a training session with Alfira.
“Can’t say I have,” Wyll wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Pity.” His face soured.
Rose glanced up from her journal. It was rare for Astarion to ask anything from anyone. Especially Wyll, who he preferred to tease and taunt.
“Patriar of the Szarr family,” Gale piped in, “Nasty fellow if the histories are accurate.”
“I imagine they are,” Astarion commented bitterly, “nevermind, I was just curious.”
“Do you have some connection to him?” The Blade pressed, “Can't imagine a Vampire Lord would be much trouble for a Magistrate of the gate such as yourself.”
Astarion didn't answer, he hid behind a sip of wine he was now sharing with Shadowheart.
“I presume your pockets are probably being lined by the Lord to keep him in power,” the cleric commented, as if it was a common occurrence.
“A vampire doesn't need to line his pockets for power,” the elf spat, “he just takes it...”
“Is that why you want to hire a Monster Hunter? To take it from him?”
Astarion glared at her, but had no response. Not one he wanted to give from what Rose could tell. This felt somewhat off-brand for him.
“If everyone’s done lounging, let's pack up camp and start moving,” Rose ordered, pulling their attention away from the subject.
She didn't expect him to realize her motives. But she smiled softly when he looked her way. If anyone could understand the need for secrets, it was her.
- - Calm Camp Days - -
During their travel, various friendships and groups were beginning to form among the companions. Some closer than others.
Gale and Lae’zel spend hours talking about life in Faerun and in Lae’zel’s creche. Usually the conversation was quiet and academic. Sometimes Gale had an excited outburst. At first, there was concern he was in danger, but later it became apparent that this was his reaction to finally understanding a subject he was struggling with, or an academic discovery. Sometimes, Lae’zel would ask Gale questions about the reagents Rose foraged for. Even if she knew their leader was capable of explaining them, she preferred the wizard’s by-the-book responses. As this foreign place became more familiar to the gith, she seemed to be more calm.
Their quips and tongue lashings were a source of concern at first, but it was just Shadowheart and Astarion being friendly with each other. Poor Alfira had been at the tail end of their teasing, until she learned to turn her songwriting talents into a weapon. The way she viciously mocked the elven menaces turned the camp into an uproar of laughter and applause. The three spent more time together, making a game of who could have the better quip when they were bored. All in good fun.
With his back against the cave wall, Astarion held the white ruffle shirt in his hand, and a threaded needle in the other. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he stitched the fabric together. The empty space beside him began to fill with clothes. Each companion asking if he could repair their favorite camp clothes. He rejected the role, at first. But between laundry, hunting, or sitting comfortably with a sewing kit, being the camp’s tailor wasn’t such a bad deal. Armor repairs had to go to Lae’zel though, he was adamant about that. Oh, and he wasn’t going to do any medical-grade stitching either.
Alfira spent her morning training with Wyll. While swordsmanship was not quite her forte, the lessons helped build her confidence in her other skills. He offered her suggestions on how to use her magic to assist the other fighters in the group. Even a well-timed distraction could be the difference between life or death. Shadowheart watched these lessons with awe. Lae’zel sometimes joined Shadowheart as an audience member, commenting on how Wyll’s teachings were not the same as her own. The cleric opened up similarly, admitting that her teachings were not very soft or gentle in any sense of the word. Wyll’s way of training was…refreshing.
- - Back on Track - -
Despite the setbacks that slowed their travels, the party was back on track towards the goblin camp. Connections were emboldened between the whole party, and Rose felt confident about their odds. Alfira had proved to be a quick learner under Wyll’s guidance. Astarion and Shadowheart looked to be friends (even if they didn’t want to be called that). Lae’zel had more tolerance for the rest of the group.
What a difference those few days made. Those goblins won’t know what hit them.
Next Chapter >>
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Thess vs the Eclipse Resurgence
A little more Forbidden West ... except not really in the Forbidden West, mostly.
Okay, so - off I go to this clearing. Well, there's all the blood, and ... well, here we go, Focus says third person. Let's follow the third person.
Oop, there goes a raccoon. I could Focus it but it'll be got away by the time I-- Oh. I just ... approximated its trajectory and shot it. DAMN I'm good.
Why do these people not just kill the machines when the machines are in their way? It's not hard! You'd figure everyone wandering around outside a settlement would go armed when there's a possibility of machines in the way! Ah, well - at least that means I'll never be out of a job. ...At least, if I save the world. I guess it's not going to matter either way if I don't.
Aha! Cave! Wow. Cave full of shinies. Treasure caves for the win.
Huh. Yeah, that's Eclipse alright. Shooty time.
Wow. I'm getting good at melee stealth kills. Then again, how far am I down the Infiltrator tree? Yeesh.
"We should go check". Yeah, c'mon down into the nice dark cave where I can shoot the living hell out of you people. YOU PEOPLE WERE SUCH PAINS IN MY ASS AND I'M NOT DEALING WITH IT AGAIN IF I DON'T HAVE TO.
...Oh. Was I supposed to fight them out here? Eh well. they came to me. That seems a nicer way of dealing with it.
Eclipse with Focus. Great. And apparently the wanting to set up whole armies in the Forbidden West to TAKE OVER THE WORLD-- oh for fuck's sake. I guess this is what @true0neutral meant by "You'll like what they have in place of bandit camps", hmm?
Right. Mask for proof and ... okay, brief raid of the rest of the shinies in this cave and then I will go back.
Ooh. Nighttime. And Fanghorns in the way. Yay, Zen hunting!
...Fuck. I think I lost a Scrounger down a cliff. Eh well.
Go, Conovar, be freeeeeee! No, please, enjoy the being free. You don't want to dedicate your life to a cause; it sucks. I can take on another cause; it's fine.
Right. Now, how do I glide? Okay, now you're not giving me helpful hints. I want the helpful hints; how do I fucking glide? Lemme check the keybinds - and you don't tell me either! Fuck's sake. Fine, lemme do some testing; I'm sitting on all the medicinal berries in the world anyway.
...Fuck this. The glider no longer exists. Fuck it and fuck my life.
Right. Onward to the scavenger place. Ooh, hey, foxes! I need fox parts! Let's do this!
Ooooooooookay I saw some of that stuff I see in the distance at the far edges of Nora territory etcetera, but I seem to recall it looking somewhat less like a fucking Reaper. Didn't I have enough of this shit on the final run to the Beam in Mass Effect 3? And I had better weapons until Harbinger wrecked my shit up and left me with nothing but a hand cannon to deal with the final boss of Marauder fucking Shields. ...At least I can trust Guerilla not to do that to me.
Ugh. No, dead-by-Blight fox is not worth this. Man, I spend far too much time in games where the Blight is a thing and red things radiate deadliness of that sort. Now I kind of wonder what the colour-blind accessibility options do because for those of us who can see colours in the usual way, red means danger but red is also the grass we hide in for stealth. MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND.
Hi, Scavenger dude. Oh, you want to make spiffy armour? Cool. Ah. You're running a contest and this poor jerk's stuck without parts. Well. You've given me an excuse to Zen-hunt, Poor Jerk, so I will be nice to you. I like hitting up Shellwalkers anyway.
Precision arrow quiver upgraded YEEEEEES. And that's the achievement for having upgraded all the bags at least once. I like achievements. They're fun.
I ... should take a break or something. More coffee. Food. Then pick what the hell I want to do next. I see ... one of those Eclipse camps ... a Large Metal Bird hunting spot, and a whoooole lot of Fog of War, so there's probably a Tallneck out there someplace. ADVENTURE! ...Yeah, okay, and saving the world, but lemme HUNT.
So I'mma go grab some potato salad and coffee and then get back to the ADVENTURE. If nothing else, this has so far been a great way to hyperfocus past the OW I woke up with today. I mean, the paracetamol helped a bit, but sometimes, even when moving hurts, I just have to keep weaponising my hyperfocus tendencies. I could be a grumpy sod about the fact that it took forty-some years to figure out that I probably have ADHD, especially when it's often misdiagnosed as borderline personality disorder in women and I was diagnosed with that over twenty years ago, but ... I'm honestly not that much? I still prefer having a diagnosis when I can, but at the same time, I did at least figure out how to not only work around the whole mess but even use some of it to my advantage. See also: hyperfocus as an all-natural painkiller, and setting my executive dysfunction to work against my impulsivity tendencies so I don't end up bankrupting myself stupidly. I guess we all figure it out eventually.
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Started with a Kiss - Chapter 10: Where do we stand?
Summary: Best Friend Talk and a trip to the lab.
Ship: Donnie x Kara (OC)
Rating: PG-13 so far
Tags for: @madammuffins @tinkabelle19 @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @sharpwindow @m1dnyt3-w0lf @pheradream-15 @pheradream-15 @dilucsflame33 @scholastic-dragon
A/N: Beta Read by the one and only @thoughtfulraven Lemme know if anyone wants to be removed from the tag list or added! Hope you enjoy this, comments bring me so much joy lol As always crossposted on AO3. Masterlist of chapters is pinned on top of the blog!
When Cheryl came to visit Kara she didn't expect to be tackled and dragged away to the more private section in the lair. It was actually Donnie's "snack cave" by the garage. It had a fridge, heaps of random junk shoved on multiple shelves, and a couch. It was also where April would hide her snacks as well. The only place Mikey was too afraid to snoop.
<I almost kissed Donnie,> Kara dropped the bomb.
Cheryl needed a moment. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped a little. <ALMOST? Girl, you can’t just drop things like- I thought you wouldn’t- WHAT?!>
Kara needed to pace for a moment, to gather her thoughts. She pinched the bridge of her nose and rubbed her face before she flopped down on the sofa next to Cheryl. <I didn’t mean to! I don’t think HE meant to either! And I don’t know what to do!>
<Okay, okay, just- run me through this slowly. First, you and Donnie - yay or nay?> Cheryl straightened up. <Wait, is this why you wanted me to grab the wine on my way here?>
Kara nodded. <Did you get it?>
<You know I did,> Cheryl said then reached into her bag and pulled out two bottles of red wine. <Glasses?>
<Bottle is good enough.> Kara snatched one. <This is a bottle for each conversation.>
They grabbed a corkscrew and were ready to go.
<Alright, start from the top,> Cheryl said after they had the first swig.
Kara took another one before she started sharing. <Well, you know I told Donnie about Ryan-,>
<Yes, you were hyperventilating about this to me on that night, I remember,> Cheryl nodded, interrupting Kara. <Go on.>
<So, I just, you know, didn’t know if he looked at me any different. I don’t want people’s pity. God I couldn’t look at him, I was freaking out.> Another swig.
<Slow down or you’ll get smashed before we get to the good stuff.> Cheryl reached her hand out to Kara’s bottle, ready to take it away for now.
<Right, sorry.> Kara let out a breath, she was holding. <Anyway, so Donnie got shot with the nanites, so I made an EMP, and saved his life, yeah?>
<Yes,> Cheryl knew this stuff so far but apparently Kara needed to organize things in her brain first.
<So… What you don’t know he kinda told me something after he first came to. He was tripping balls after the amount of morphine we pumped into him. But-,>
<What did he say?> Cheryl straightened up. Kara left that bit out the last time they talked.
<Well, one he doesn’t trust me as far as he can throw me - can’t blame him though,> Kara grimaced and reached for the bottle again. <But he does want to make out with me.>
Cheryl snorted the wine as she was mid-swig. <What?>
Kara rolled her eyes and took another swig. <Then HE started avoiding me, which I’m pretty sure meant he remembered everything. I took pity on him and didn’t bring it up, so we got on talking terms again.>
<That’s good,> Cheryl nodded. <I mean talking again.>
<And yesterday! We were like working together! You know! And I thought: I might as well get everything straight, yeah? So I told him I won’t backstab them and- I don’t know!> During the whole speech she got up from the sofa, pacing around, stopping for each sentence then back to making a trail on the already worn-out carpet.
<Okay?> Cheryl was getting confused about where all that was going.
<He leaned to kiss me! We were holding hands!> Kara flopped down on the sofa again. She grabbed the bottle and drank deeply. <We didn’t kiss because Raph came in to get us for dinner.> She held the bottle in her hands, staring ahead of herself, head empty, until: <Do you think he has brain damage? Should I do an MRI on him? I could probably download some schematics, and build the machine up to his specs… Or maybe it’s me. The kidnappers did toss me around.>
Cheryl recognized Kara rambling. She quickly waved a hand in front of her face.
<Slow down. Nobody is having brain damage,> Cheryl tried to calm her down. <Just breathe. You’re both just experiencing a very common symptom of joined insanity called a crush.>
Kara looked at her friend like she was completely deranged. <I mean, he’s handsome in his own way. And cute. And smart and funny. He has this snorty laugh-,> she paused and looked horrified at Cheryl. <Oh god.>
Cheryl clinked her bottle against Kara’s. <Congrats on having feelings.>
Kara rubbed her face and stretched her skin to the sides, processing the new discovery. <That can’t be happening.>
<Why not? Honey, you deserve to find an actually nice guy! Even if he’s on a bit more scaly side.>
<But what if I’m wrong! What if something happens-!> Kara’s breathing was quickening. The multiple ‘worst case scenarios’ began to zip through her mind like frames in a movie projector.
Cheryl quickly got up from her spot on the sofa and snapped her fingers in front of Kara’s face. <Hey, look at me. You’re okay. Nothing happened yet. One step at a time okay?>
<Cheryl, he knows-,> Kara started but Cheryl gently took her hands in hers and lowered them.
<Maybe that’s a good thing? There are no terrible secrets between you. Does he treat you any differently now from how he did before?>
Kara shook her head.
<Then that’s a good thing! And look on the bright side - he could throw you pretty damn far if he tried> Cheryl joked a little. Kara looked at her confused for a moment, then smacked her with a pillow.
<Thanks.> She glared at her bitterly.
<That’s what friends are for,> Cheryl replied with a wink.
Kara snorted and then hugged Cheryl tightly. Cheryl returned the hug gratefully, taking it as a good sign. Her friend hadn’t dated seriously ever since The Incident. Which she couldn’t and wouldn’t blame Kara for. That shit messed up a lot of the already limited trust her short friend had for other people. This would be a big step if it worked out in the first place.
They parted finally and Cheryl noted the redness in her friend’s eyes. She smiled. Silly Kara.
<When you two do kiss though, I need to be the first one notified,> Cheryl stated firmly, sitting back on the sofa.
Cheryl noted the panicked look on Kara’s face. She very slowly signed: <Well….> spreading her arms wide.
<What?> Cheryl took a swing from her bottle, watching Kara from the corner of her eyes.
<We kissed back in Cali.>
The wine spray that happened would definitely have a 10/10 rating if wine spitting was a competition.
<WHAT?! AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?>
<IT WASN’T THAT IMPORTANT!>
<OH MY GOD! WHY ARE WE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION THEN?!>
<CAUSE I ONLY DID IT TO SEDUCE HIM OKAY?>
<WELL IT SEEMS TO HAVE WORKED?!>
<I HARDLY THINK SO???>
The two paused, stared at each other then broke into uncontrollable laughter.
<Is there anything else I should know?> Cheryl asked once they calmed down enough.
<He’s Moira.> Kara informed her.
<Of course he is, Jesus Fucking Christ,> Cheryl snorted. The wine was definitely getting to her. <Any other secrets?>
<Well…> Kara paused for a moment and Cheryl lowered the bottle immediately frowning. Then she noticed the way her friend's lips were quivering at the corners.
<You're a dick,> she laughed and threw a pillow at Kara.
The short woman caught it, giggling.
<I'm sorry.> She grinned. <I had to.>
<How do I even put up with you?> Cheryl rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. But right after that, she smiled. <So wanna hear some university gossip and finish the wine?> She asked.
<Sure, sounds good.> Kara agreed, making herself more comfortable on the couch.
Cheryl smiled. To be honest she had a bit of her own secret but that one was more of a surprise. She needed to talk to the turtles and Splinter about it first though.
The two passed out on the couch much later with empty bottles on the floor. Later, Donnie came to investigate. He snorted seeing Kara sprawled on the low table, laying on her back, mouth open and snoring. He shook his head. That couldn't be comfortable.
Cheryl was in a much better position, laying on her stomach and snuggling a pillow.
Donnie sighed and decided to move Kara somewhere nicer. Like a bed. When he leaned down and carefully moved his arms under her to pick her up in a bridal carry Kara briefly woke up. She noted the purple mask and her mouth moved to the softer skin just under his jaw, sucking on it lightly.
Immediately, Donnie dropped her, jumping away as if she was radioactive. Alright. She can stay right there. He quickly left the nook. Just to return five minutes later with two blankets which he threw over the drunk women. And slid a pillow under Kara's head as gently as he could from an arm distance.
There. He was guilt free.
The next day between her and Donnie were… jumpy to say the least. She wasn't exactly sure but he would always put some sort of distance between them. Was it really reasonable to behave like that over a kiss that didn't even happen?
<Where is Leo?> She asked, annoyed by the cold shoulder Donnie was giving her.
"He's not in his room?" Raph looked up at her from his knitting.
She shook her head. <He kind of left late afternoon yesterday, right?>
Raph set down the needles and yarn. <Donnie should have a tracker on him.> He got up from the sofa and went to Donnie's control center. <Why do you want to talk to Leo?>
<Humans need to see the sun sometimes. I have been stuck here for too long. Plus, you guys took care of Big Boss or at least most of his operations, which by the way, you’re welcome.> She argued. <I need to go outside. Live in my own flat. Not here. No offense.>
<None taken.> While Raph didn't regret smashing the Kraang serum, there were days when he wanted nothing more than to be able to just take a walk down the street without causing a scene. He could imagine being stuck in the sewers wasn't ideal for her.
Raph headed to Donnie. Over 24 hours with no sign from Leo was bad.
"Donnie, you got the most eyes on all of us. Do you know where Leo is?" He stood behind Donnie's chair.
Donnie looked to Kara who merely stood by, curious about the whole situation. "Leo's fine."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Raph narrowed his eyes.
"What you heard. I called him last night. He's fine," the purple terrapin reassured his elder brother.
"Oh so we're too good to know where Fearless is?" Raph growled.
"Raph-"
"No, shut the hell up," Raph stomped about. "When I do it, he rides my ass for weeks! But when he does-!" He was going into a full-on rant.
"He's at his girlfriend's place," Donnie blurted out, tired of Raph's assumptions and the ever-present rivalry.
"What?"
"Yeah. There's… I don't know, things that happened," Donnie sighed. "Just let him come to us later, okay?"
Raph grunted noncommittally. He and Donnie had a brief staring context, which surprisingly the red turtle lost.
This whole 'Leo dating someone' was unexpected. They knew nothing about this girl. Well, they assumed some things, like they weren't blind and Leo couldn't lie for shit. Of course, no direct questions were ever asked.
Too ticked off to argue, Raph headed to the gym to work his thoughts out. He was definitely going to take pleasure in interrogating Leo and later teasing him as much as possible. For now, he was still annoyed.
When he left Kara was still there. She looked at Donnie and bit her lower lip. She swayed on the balls of her feet.
<I'll go work on the rig,> she told Donnie.
Donnie was about to respond but she turned her back to him. Donnie inhaled deeply and folded his hands back on the desk.
He desperately wanted to talk about the almost-kiss situation. And maybe her drunken stunt. This whole "will we/won't we" situation was driving him up the wall.
But he was still terrified. Not because of her past but just… Kara was human. A human who was beautiful. Sassy, flirty, smart. She could have anyone she wanted. What the fuck could he offer her in terms of a relationship? He couldn't go anywhere she could. There was that little project of theirs but will it even work? When will it work? What if she goes back topside and just… forgets about them? He wouldn't blame her. And there was also the issue of her ex still being out there. Hardly a moment to start new relationships, he argued at himself.
There were so many concerns and he didn't know what possessed him to even consider kissing her back then. He just wanted to apologize and… forget it ever happened.
<This is stupid.> Kara suddenly barged in again.
He blinked, taken by surprise. <What is?>
<This! Us! It’s like-!> She moved her hands quickly, huffing and puffing with annoyance. <We keep going back and forth between friends and smooch partners like what the fuck is wrong with us?!> She glared at him.
<I’m sor-,> he started but she then slapped his hand stopping him.
<No! None of that! I’m tired of walking on eggshells every time one of us trips over the other,> she continued so he just sat there listening.
<What do you propose?>
<I don’t know!> She groaned and stomped her feet. <I have no idea! I- I don’t feel it would be fair to you because I can’t, I can’t be with someone right now. I want to and god, I’d love this to be you. Can we just… can we just be close? Friends but… more than? Without the kissing parts? Just hang out and be…> She noticed her vision was getting blurry. Oh god, she was going to cry. No! None of that! She blinked quickly and wiped her eyes.
Donnie pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her tightly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging for dear life. April was right, they needed space to gain perspective. Kara needed to return topside.
Kara sighed. This really wasn’t fair. She wanted to cling to him, let him make her feel safe. But how much of this was just her survival instincts, how much of it was just cabin fever? She pulled back. Cheryl was right, one step at a time, or she’d go crazy.
<When Leo gets back…> She signed slowly.
<We’ll get you upstairs,> Donnie agreed.
She nodded. He understood her so well. <I hope you’ll go with me, I have some things at the lab at uni to pick up for our project.>
Yes, their big project. They were progressing so fast on it. <Well…> He looked behind her. Raph would definitely not say a word. Mikey might hardly notice them gone and he doubted Splinter would do anything either…. He checked the clock. It wasn’t that far from sunset. He honestly doubted Leo would come home straight away.
Kara arched her eyebrow seeing Donnie’s brain cogs and wheels working. She grinned. <Prison break?> She asked.
He looked at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. <Prison break.>
Donnie always wanted to go to school. To university. To study and learn. Unfortunately being a turtle mutant didn't exactly look the best on the application.
<Ok, I disabled the cameras. We can move in.>
He and Kara were on top of the university's building. Because of the robbery Kara had had her building pass stolen but thankfully to Donnie it wasn't that much of a problem. In no time he made her a brand new one. Wasn't he the best? Now they used the card to sneak inside.
Dodging the security guards made her feel like in a spy movie. Or like she was 10 again playing hide and seek. There was about the same amount of giggling. With a lot of fancy acrobatics from Donnie they finally reached the lab.
The place was enormous. The machinery around, workstations with microscopes, the whiteboards with schematics… Kara looked at Donnie who seemed to be frozen in place, slack jawed and eyes wide. Then he swallowed. His eyes darted between her and the space. He squeezed his bō staff tighter and shuffled his feet in.
She grinned. She could tell exactly what he wanted to do.
<Do you want a tour?> She asked, knowing the answer.
<Can we?>
<Of course, just, give me a second.> She dove to the side and to the closet. There was no lab coat that would fit him but maybe…
She sighed and gave up. <Just don't touch the stations, ok?> She gave him a stern look. She herself had her own lab coat on. Her locs tied up with a band she always had in her coat's pocket and a pair of safety goggles and gloves. Now he was looking at her the way he stared at the lab.
Kara snorted and shook her head. He was too cute.
<Come on.> She gestured for him to follow her.
Donnie's head was going everywhere and as they walked Kara had to pull him away from multiple stations and slap his hands from trying to fix some mistakes other scientists and students did on their boards.
<Let them find out on their own!> She scolded him.
<But…>
<No!>
She had to push him to move on. She dragged him to her own section.
<Here, you can mess around with my stuff,> she told him. <I actually wanted you to take a look.> She showed him the calculations she had done before leaving for California… almost two months ago. Wow, time flies. It didn't seem like anyone had changed anything on it. Good.
<Is this related to the microchip?> He asked, approaching it closer.
<Yep.> She handed him a white marker.
His fingers itched as he studied the equations. She also supplied him with schematics. They were lost for hours. They stood close to each other, minds focused on the work. They both would steal a glance at the other, consumed by the task at hand.
At one point their hands brushed over each other and somehow they just held together for a moment.
Suddenly Kara's phone vibrated. It was nearing 10pm. They really have lost track of time. Kara checked the messages.
[🍒] You need to get back to the lair.
[Karfuffle] I took Donnie to the labs. We'll be back in an hour.
[🍒] K.
"K."? What sort of trouble did she get herself into this time? She wasn't alone. They, sort of, told Raph they were going out.
Donnie looked at her waiting for information.
<We need to get back,> she told him. <Let's go get the materials.>
<Alright.>
They quickly finished up at the lab, grabbing what they could and left. All the way she racked her brains up for a possible reason why she and Donnie could be in trouble.
They entered the lair, ready to defend themselves against a lecture from Leo.
"We're back!" Donnie called to give everyone heads up.
What greeted them was everyone sitting around the kitchen table. But what drew her attention was the new person sitting at the center.
She froze, her eyes growing big and she gripped Donnie's wrist. Something cold dropped into her stomach.
<Seth?>
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Diluc x gn reader
Fluff ~ Batman Au
Word Count ~ 601 words
☾ ~ Yk how Diluc is the Darknight Hero. Thats how I got this idea. Also the Batman Dark Night movie. So yeah, enjoy! ~☽
“The Dark Night huh, it’s kinda catchy” in front of you was none other than Batman himself. Notorious bat logo on full display as you take a few steps closer to the masked man. Anyone could recognize the serious look that adored the face of the masked vigilante. Especially you. Batman had a lot of names, none as striking as the Dark Night or even Diluc Ragnvindr, your Dark Night. Yes, billionaire Diluc Ragnvindr was your boyfriend. Dating the man meant being involved in his life, whether it be personal or work life. Whether the Dark Night fit into personal or work life, it didn't matter to you, you were going to be involved. You had figured out your boyfriend's nightly activities not too long ago, which prompted you to make it known to him that the bat was out of the bag.
The bat signal worked like a charm. It got Batman right where you wanted him. That’s how you got him just a few steps in front of you. You hadn’t seen him so close as Batman, only from a distance. The tight suit did wonders for his toned muscles. His mask brought your attention to his freshly shaven face and fiery red eyes that seemed to burn brighter under the moonlight.
“You know, I’ve always found you quite charming, not to mention quite handsome as well,” you say, placing a hand on his chest and a finger under his masked chin. His eyes flicker from your hands on him to your eyes that stare right back into his. It was going to be more than easy to fluster him based on the hundreds of times you’ve teased him like this.
“I’m sure the chief wouldn’t be too amused upon finding out his only child is making advances towards me,” he says, stepping away from you, closer to the yellow light that showcased the bat to the stars up above.
“What the chief doesn’t know won’t hurt him, will it”? you say leaning in, inching closer and closer to his lips. Just before you connect your lips with his, you step back. “My boyfriend wouldn’t be too happy though, but I’ve always loved a man who can fight. Not sure if Diluc Ragnvindr can. He seems to have a lot of secrets and money. Oh well, he’s not here to do anything about it,” you say, putting your lips on his. Hands reaching behind his neck, pulling him in deeper. You don’t miss the way he hesitates to kiss you back, ultimately giving in to you.
Before he can break the kiss and run off into the night, you pull off the mask that hides his fiery red hair and blush that you know decorates his pale skin.
“What are you doing?” he says, reaching for his mask, that was now behind you. Eyes filled with confusion as he takes in the smirk on his face.
“How long did you plan on hiding this from me, Didi?”
“How did you find out?” he says, placing his rough hands on your face, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“I have my ways,” you say, rubbing your arms together to keep you warm.
“Lemme guess, Adelinde told you?” He says, wrapping his cape around you and pulling you into his chest.
“And I snuck into the Bat Cave,” you say, quickly wrapping your arm around him. Your statement earns you a chuckle from Diluc as you place your head on his chest.
“I love you,” he’s says, kissing the crown of your head
“I you too, my Dark Night Hero.”
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After considering for a long time, I caved in today and decided to create more Twinsomnia OCs!
Lemme show ya how I made them :D
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This little kids’ name is Leon! He’s a 5 year old adopted kid who’s obsessed with anything and everything space related. Because he’s an orphan, he’s def got some of that mandatory secret traumatizing backstory that haunts him but I haven’t concluded what exactly. Yet 🙂
At first, I wanted him to have this toy space helmet that he wears 24/7 and have him have poofy hair that takes up space (pun intended) in there, but I wanted to try something else for fun, so I gave him braids instead because braids are cool 👍🏾 I also switched his little star onesie for an astronaut one ‘cause that’s what he wants to be when he grows up!
I played with his shape language a couple of times to see how unique I can make him look, however I got stuck so I’m ultimately going with the classic “tiny body big head” look and will hopefully redesign him more along the way.
(P.S: I know it says his name’s Louie on this drawing but I eventually switched it to Leon because it just. Fits him better 🤷🏾♀️)
This is Nicole! (For now…or not, I haven’t decided quite yet). She’s 12 years old and the older sibling of Leon, who’s adopted to her family, and uh…she’s pretty much your average stuck-up teen girl in children’s coming of age movies. ✨With a soft spot!✨
The first time I drew her (sketch on the right)—well, I liked it, but the way she turned out wasn’t what I was trying to go with. She looks 16-17 in this one, and I specifically wanted her to look a bit younger.
Designing her was kind of a hassle, especially because she either A) Didn’t look the exact age I wanted her to look in my eyes, and B) Her hair made her look like Megatron from the Transformers G1 series.
But EVENTUALLY, I came across a design that I absolutely ADORE! I just changed her hair a bit from straight to a lil curly and BAM! My favorite character of this trio <3
And now the Shadow Thing…I don’t really feel like posting my process for this thing because I despise it for existing and tormenting Leon and Nicole. And because I ran out of room to add more photos. The closest thing we can get to a design process of it is from my Twinsomnia detective “episode” post.
I didn’t plan on making it an actual OC at first, but I eventually came back to it when I needed a character interpretation for the fear of the dark. The Shadow Thing is basically similar to the Boogieman in the sense that it desires to feed off of children’s fears until they’re left traumatized. Yay. Fun.
Aaand to top this whole thing off, here’s some fun facts about these three! (mainly Nicole and Leon)
Nicole is Jamaican American (she has a Jamaican father and American mother) and Leon is African-American (The ethnicity of his past parents are unknown).
The Shadow Thing has similar shape-shifting abilities as the twins, except it can only take the form of anything scary.
Nicole has braces! And she hates it. She’ll attack anyone who reminds her that she does both physically and mentally. Even Leon.
The reason behind Leon’s left eye being hidden is because there’s a nasty scar on it. The eye already has a bandage over it, but he still hides it because he’s embarrassed by it :(
Speaking of eyes: Leon and Nicole originally were supposed to have each other’s eye shape, but I switched them up last minute!
Leon adore’s the twins. Nicole hates them. (I say hate but we all know she likes them deep down <3)
Nicole’s a complete phone addict and kiiiindaaa spoiled. She was having the time of her life being a pampered only child before her parents adopted Leon. Now she gotta learn to be humble >:(
Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Now Alex has more OC buddies!
#fanart#friday night funkin#fnf mod#fnf twinsomnia#twinsomnia#sketch#traditional art#fnf oc#fnf boy and girl#Now if only I could indulge in my ORIGINAL original characters like this#F you Tumblr for deleting my first attempt off the face of the earth#Jk I love you Tumblr please don’t ban me 🥺#Sorry the post is so long lol
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now, iam on my pc... heeheee however im not sure how to make it work
i had a random idea... giant sea monster mayoi who has a crush on someone... some1 - mayoianon..
HEHEE o think there'z a tut I followed lemme go look 4 it 1 sec!!! :33
... it'z this 1 hehe!!!
I'm not sure if askz work w/ it?? idk if askz have the ability 2 change from rich text 2 HTML... I think sooo ? ? ?
BUT OMFGGGGGGGGG OMFG . WAIT U R SO ON2 SOMETHING THERE I FUCKING ADORE THAT IDEA..... u r a simple wanderer!!! wandering around on the beach mindlessly++ come across a cave w/ a pool in the middle of it, ++ mayoiz there completely underwater minus his upper head, w/ like his long hair all in the pool (maybe . his hair is tentaclez 2!??? hehe ;3cc) ++ like he does a little squeak when u find him!!! trying 2 hide away from u ++ not drool ++ get so fucking hard from just the sight of u,, the person he watches on the beach every day :3c
I HAVE SUCH A VIVID MENTAL IMAGE I HAD 2 QUICKLY GET IT DOWN LMFAOOO
dude is!!! MASSIVE!!!!
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It's You
pairing: hoseok x fem. reader (+ lowkey yoonjimin)
word count: 14k
genre: pg15, fluff, friends to lovers au, teacher au, coworkers au
warnings: a lot of awkwardness, excessive blushing, drinking, some non-explicit nsfw (dirty thoughts, brief mention of boners, hoseok blurts out wanting to put babies in you😌)
synopsis: An accidental confession throws your years-long friendship with Hoseok into disarray.
a/n: my first finished fic in 2 years!!!!! WOW. from what started out as a literal dream months ago to a 3k monster of illegible scribbles to a 9k mess to this. thank you to the BSH members for being amazing and helpful and oh so wonderful. thank you to Connee @writerly-love for being so lovely and encouraging uwu she writes so check her out y’all 💖 and the biggest BIGGEST thank you to my beta reader Melissa @hauntedlilies for doing me the biggest solid and helping me with 31982 things in this fic. you have been the best help and your advice and commentary is invaluable to me. thank you for encouraging me and thank you for loving my idiot characters! she draws and writes btw. check her out!!💖 i hope you enjoy this story, dearest reader 🥺🌱 (edited 05/2021)
yoonjimin drabble: It’s You 2.0
Is it normal to be so endeared watching your students jumping with excitement around your colleague?
You love your students, you do. Why else would you have become an after school teacher? Sometimes, though, there are days when you’re scrambling to come up with an activity hours before the kids flock in from their day class. It’s tiring to always have to be on your toes in order to meet the needs of your students—which change at the switch of a light every day!—but it’s a welcome weight in your life.
You’re thankful that you don’t have to do it all on your own. Every other week you collaborate with other teachers at the school to foster friendship and camaraderie outside of your student’s usual age range. Today your class is combined with Hoseok’s, and they are all too excited to see their favorite Mr. Hobi. Not that you blame them.
Hoseok claps his hands, drawing the attention of your students whose loud chatter lowers to a hum, albeit still excited. The students flock to him like little ducklings to their mama and you absolutely cannot help but giggle at the sight. He has such a natural chemistry with children and choosing a life as an educator fits him so well.
Your eyes wander to where your colleague is situated in front of the class. He instructs the students to raise their hands along with him and together they stretch for a good minute. His face is scrunched in a goofy smile as his head tilts, causing his glasses to slip down his nose. Would he mind if you walked over to fix his glasses?
The herbal tea he brought you before class warms your hands as you stand in the back to observe. The steam from the cup brings out a lovely smell of peppermint which you inhale happily. Despite being a strong advocate for coffee and knowing next to nothing about tea, he somehow knew the exact type of tea you liked to drink. You take a long sip and listen to him entice the children with one last hour of fun before they have to go home.
“Okay kids! Today we’re gonna make the ground really pretty for everyone to see tomorrow morning! What do you say?”
They all cheer and he directs them to stand in two orderly lines in front of either of you by the front door while he hands you a bag filled with chalk sticks of varying colors. You raise your brows in curiosity.
“Last minute decision?”
He scoffs and hands a chalk piece to the next student in line.
“No!” You raise a brow at him and he sighs in resignation. “Fine, yes. But no one needs to know that, okay?”
You both laugh in complete understanding of the teacher struggles. Oh, the simple life of a child; so easily amused by a little piece of chalk.
“Teacher, teacher! Come look!”
One student pulls you away from your bad attempt at a portrait of Grumpy Cat, the greatest cat to have walked the earth. You walk over her and she points out something she drew on the cement.
“Look! It’s you and Mr. Hobi!” she exclaims in excitement while jumping up and down.
Sure enough there are two clumsily drawn stick figures. You assume the one with glasses is Hoseok since he’s donned a pair of round glasses today, paired nicely with his red flannel. You applaud her artwork, thanking her for drawing you so nicely, when another student comes up from behind you and squints at their peer’s drawing.
“That looks like Mr. Hobi and his girlfriend!” they say.
“No! That’s not his girlfriend. That’s Ms. Y/N!” she stomps in defiance.
The two students argue until they both yell for Hoseok to come over. Their loud commotion gains many of the other student’s attention and they all seem to watch on with curiosity. He casts a puzzled look at your direction to which you shrug, not entirely sure what your students are trying to prove. When he’s standing beside you they both shoot rapid fire questions.
“Mr. Hobi, who does this look like?”
“No, no! Mr. Hobi, who do you think these are?”
“Do they look like you and Ms. Y/N?”
“No, do they look like you and your girlfriend?”
“Do you even have a girlfriend?”
The other students have somehow flocked around you during this squabble. They giggle and you hear a unison of audible gasps in approval and join in on the questioning.
“Yeah! Do you? Do you?”
Hoseok stands there like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to do. His eyes flicker over to you, silently begging for help. Both your students are normally well behaved and usually do well not to ask personal questions about information you don’t voluntarily share. You can’t fault them for forgetting to be polite in the heat of the moment. They are children, after all, so you do your best to redirect them.
“Hey hey, why don’t we let Mr. Hobi speak before you ask any more questions, okay? Remember what Mr. Slug says?”
They slouch over and robotically recite Mr. Slug’s motto about letting other people take a turn to talk but their eyes still glimmer with hope. It’s clear Hoseok doesn’t know what to say. As much as you want to laugh at his skittish stance, you know it won’t do to leave your fellow teacher hanging. The laughs can come later when the kids are gone.
“Alright, kids why don’t we—” You start to change the subject to shift their attention elsewhere when a student behind you speaks up.
“Ms. Y/N you have to help us!”
The other students join in and echo the plea to find out who Mr. Hobi’s secret girlfriend is. You cup your hands around your face so no one can see you mouthing to Hoseok—earning several groans from your students—and exchange silent communication with him. The easy smile on his face tells you that it’s okay to humor your students today, so you begin to laugh with your students and egg him on.
“Mr. Hobi, please, please, will you tell us?” you ask, putting on a half hearted puppy face and clasp your hands together to appease your students.
You swallow back a snicker at how his face morphs into embarrassment. So maybe this isn’t what he thought you’d pull, but his reaction was worth it. You tease him and poke at his reddening cheeks.
“Ahh, you don’t need to do that,” he mumbles from his pouty lips.
You pull away before he can snatch your hands. Your students laugh at your antics and chant “Mr. Hobi has a cruuush!” You chant along with them in good fun, giggling at your friend’s increasingly flushed face. He seems to finally find his senses and holds his hands up in defeat.
“Alright, alright! Calm down and I’ll tell you who she is.”
The students jump in place, cheering for their victory. His gaze lingers on you, but you think nothing of it, instead donning a shit eating grin. The children waddle in even closer, eager to hear what he has to say.
“Okay, well she’s this really, really pretty lady who likes cats a lot.”
“Ooh, like Ms. Y/N’s cat she drew?” one student interrupts and points to the striped cat you have yet to finish.
“Mhm! Just like her cat.”
“What else? What else?”
“She also doesn’t like coffee at all and makes fun of me for drinking it.” You raise your eyebrows and nod your head in approval. Whoever this lady is, you like her already.
“What does coffee taste like?”
It’s clear he didn’t expect that question and fumbles with trying to explain what coffee is to five and six year olds. You rub at your cheeks, aching from having been smiling for so long. It’s impossible not to smile when you’re around Hoseok. Simply being near him has always been enough to get you to smile.
“Tell us more about your girlfriend please!”
You hadn’t expected them to still be after that and you laugh at their boldness.
“Yeah, c’mon. Who’s this secret lady who hates coffee as much as I do?” you ask cheekily.
“Ah,” he looks away and scratches at his nose. “Well she’s—”
Just as he’s about to reveal more about this mystery woman, the dismissal bell rings. He clicks his tongue and cackles at the disappointed faces all around him.
“Oh well! Guess you’ll have to wait ‘til next time, kids. Let’s get back to class.”
The students moan and groan but they comply and head back to the classroom to be picked up and go home.
It’s become routine to walk out to your cars together any time your classes are paired. Today is no different. Hoseok waits for you by the door, hair tousled from running after students and long sleeves rolled up his arm, revealing a black watch wrapped around his delicate wrist. As he fiddles with his phone, the rings on his fingers glint under the afternoon rays that sneak through the classroom door sidelight.
“You took your glasses off,” you nod your head at the glasses now tucked inside his shirt pocket. “They looked good on you.”
“Ha. Nice as they are, wearing glasses for too long hurts my ears.”
“Aw, poor baby,” you coo and reach forward to rub his ears.
He grumbles and swats your hand away. He pushes open the door and motions for you to go first. You think back to the earlier fiasco with the children and wonder how is he still single? Having known him for many years prior to working together, you remember many interested suitors, both men and women alike, trying their hand at wooing him. You can’t think of a single person who doesn’t like him, or at least have a begrudging respect for him.
Outside of your job, you also know he’s the life of the party when you meet up with your friends. Your mind briefly wanders to what it would look like if you were coupled with him. Maybe you’d drive home together and wind down after a long day at work. Then you’d change out of your work clothes, cook a meal together and dance while you’re waiting, maybe even cuddle in bed together until you fall asleep. You’re thinking dangerous thoughts and you take a mental note to chastise your inner conscience when you’re alone.
“So,” you clear your throat and pretend like you hadn’t just imagined a particular fantasy about the man walking beside you, “since the kids brought it up, now I’m actually really curious.”
“Oh man, not you too,” he groans and rubs a hand over his face.
“Hoseok, come on! We’ve been friends for years now and you know what, I don’t remember you ever dating? At least not seriously. Is there anyone you’re interested in these days?” You see the hesitance on his face but you press on. “You know me, Hobi. You know I won’t tell anyone. Not even Yoonji.”
Yoonji, half of the reason why you and he are friends in the first place. The other half being her twin brother, Yoongi. You met Yoonji in your first year of university, and through her you met the crazy bunch you now call your friends. Hoseok and Yoongi had been friends long before college. Once you and Hoseok became acquainted through the twins, you’d bonded over the mutual suffering dealt by them. It had been easy to get along with him, and it didn’t take long at all to move up from acquaintances to friends. You were more than happy when you found out you both had been hired and placed at the same school after university.
He shakes his head at your request. “Nah, you wouldn’t know her anyway.”
“Okay, see! So there’s no problem in me knowing! ‘Cause I don’t know her.” You bump shoulders with him and tug at his arm. “Look, if you really don’t want to tell me, I’ll drop it. I promise. But I really am curious about the person who’s stolen Mr. Hobi’s heart.”
You’ve stopped in front of his car and now there’s nothing to distract him from your pleading face. You do your best not to look like a wide-eyed crazed cat lady and more like the pleading Puss in Boots. You hope it’s working.
“You really wanna know?”
“I do! But only if you’re comfortable telling me.”
“Promise you won’t run away when you find out?”
You’re puzzled by the shift in his demeanor, in the way his voice has dropped to nearly a whisper, but you nod anyway and extend your pinky finger out to him. He brings up his hand to wrap his pinky around yours. You’re taken aback by how seriously he’s taking this, but you wouldn’t do anything to betray his trust. He waits for a few seconds, then nods, seemingly satisfied and stuffs his hands inside his jean pockets.
His eyes are downcast and with a heavy exhale he says quietly, “It’s you.”
You blink. Then you laugh. And you can’t stop laughing. The nervous energy rolls off of you in peals of inappropriate laughter. It isn’t until you see he’s frowning—an expression that doesn’t cross his face often—that you try to reign in your nerves and calm down.
“You got jokes Hoseok!” you say, trying to lighten the sudden sour mood.
“I’m not trying to be funny. I—I like you.”
Your residual giggling immediately subsides when you realize he really is serious. A wave of confusing emotions wash over you. You’re shocked, you’re confused, and you’re in denial. This can’t be happening. Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly as your brain flips through your dictionary of words to try to understand what you’ve just heard.
Frustration spills out of his lips when you remain mute. “It’s you! I want you! It’s been you for years. Is that not what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied now that you know?”
Wait. What?
Your mind still hasn’t caught up and all you can do is stare at him. You catch a quiet "fuck” escaping his lips as he roughly rakes his fingers through his already messed hair. He gives you one last glance before he dashes into his car. Seeing him leave finally gets your tongue working.
“Wait.” You try to grab his arm but he’s already shut the car door. “Wait Hobi, I—I’m sorry. No, no wait please!”
He drives off without a single glance back.
You have never felt like the shittiest person to exist on this planet until now. You survey the lot to make sure no one witnessed this scene and are relieved to find no one. You scurry into your car, forcing back the hot tears that want to come out.
You don’t deserve to cry after being so cruel. Even if it was unintentional. You scramble for your phone as soon as you’re strapped in. The screen immediately unlocks once your face is in view and you swipe on your best friend’s number starred at the top of your contacts list.
Yoonji picks up after the third ring and her voice drawls out through the speaker, “Did Hobi finally spill the beans, ‘cause thank fucking god.“
You briefly register that you can hear Yoongi in the background talking to another man whose distressed voice sounds vaguely familiar. Blinking your tears away, it takes a second for Yoonji’s words to sink in and you are, for the second time today, at a loss for words. You’re out of the parking lot when your voice finds itself but your brain has yet to catch up, still stuck on those three words that came out of Hoseok’s mouth.
"Wait, wait, wait. Yoonji. You knew? About him? But—wait. How did you—why didn’t you know—er, tell me?” Your free hand flies wildly in the air as you drive.
“He’s not exactly subtle about his feelings for you, you know. Do you not remember last month when you complained about wanting milk tea and he immediately dropped everything to personally drive to a shop 10 minutes away to get you one—a large one, might I add!—with ‘for miss beautiful’ written on the side of the cup?”
“He does that for everyone,” you mumble into your phone.
“No he does not. You’re just a dumb squirrel and apparently he’s attracted to dumb squirrels.” You don’t need to see her to know she’s pacing mid rant and examining her freshly manicured nails like the princess she is. You wish you knew how she had the funds and time to repaint her nails every other week.
“How come I never noticed?” you ask, pointedly ignoring the squirrel jab.
“Again, you’re a dumb squirrel—”
“What am I gonna do? I didn’t mean to make him feel bad about confessing to me. I feel like such an ass,” you whine into your phone, once again ignoring her insult. You roll your eyes at the fake sounds of her humming in thought. She enjoys making you antsy beyond belief way too much.
“Yoonji! Stop teasing me please!” Your face contorts into the best puppy face you could muster, and you’re sure the driver next to you is giving you a weird look.
“Ew, gross. I can feel your puppy eyes on me 70 miles away. Stop it.”
Worth it.
“Well first of all,” she begins, “you were an ass. How would you feel if you confessed to someone and the first thing they do is laugh? That was shitty of you, babe!”
If you weren’t driving, you would have hung your head in shame. “Yeah, I know…”
“Mhm. At least you know.” As much as she loves you, Hoseok’s her friend too. You don’t blame her for not comforting you. “Anyway, you could go about this several ways. One, let him down easy. Or two, open your eyes and realize you feel the same way. Or three, avoid him for the rest of your life and run away to a convent to make certain you’ll never see him again.”
You whine again, just as pathetically as the first time. “You’re not helping! Those are all impossible!”
“Fine, fine.” She sighs into the phone. “So answer this for me then. Do you like him?”
And that there is the million dollar question. Do you like him? You’ve never given yourself the luxury of seeing him in that way. He was obviously a very attractive man with an equally captivating personality. Yes, he may have made your heart flutter at least a dozen times in the time you’ve known him. Okay, so maybe more than a dozen…
And yes, you may have indulged in one or two fantasies about what it would be like to date him but you never allowed your mind to wander farther than a few innocent thoughts. You valued your friendship with him far too much to divulge in selfish daydreams. You reveal as much to your friend.
“Babe, all I can tell you is that knowing Hoseok, he’s probably at home wallowing in despair and embarrassment and will probably hate himself for making you uncomfortable. Aaand drinking himself silly because he’s stupid.”
You hear Yoongi snort in the background.
“B-but I’m not—”
“So go tell him yourself then!”
“Ah Yoonjiii..” you whine... again.
“Figure it out, bitch! I gotta finish painting my nails now. Love youuu!” She hangs up before you can wail her name once more and you’re left to stew in your feelings for the rest of the evening.
The following day, Hoseok doesn’t show up for work. Or the next. By the third day, you’re tempted to ask your supervisor if he still even works here. Okay, so maybe you’re overreacting a little bit. Maybe Yoongi would know if he was still alive, but then he’d pry into why you’re asking in the first place and you’re not ready to answer any questions.
You’ve just gotten home and your shoulders droop heavily. You have yet to receive any news or texts from Hoseok since he left you in the parking lot that day. It didn’t help that the kids were exceptionally testy today.
Your mind is riddled with worry, but rather than for yourself, you worry about him. Actually if you’re being honest, you’ve been thinking about him endlessly since then. You hope he’s taking care of himself. You want to apologize. You need to apologize. This realization is what helps you to make your decision.
With a sudden blaze of courage, you grab your purse off the couch and head out to the bus stop just a street down your place. It takes about thirty minutes with one bus transfer that leads you directly to his apartment complex. You’ve been there many times and while you know the route by heart, this visit feels like a whole new experience.
Your feet know exactly where to go and how many steps to take, leading you out the bus, into the apartment complex, and up the elevator until you’re standing in front of his door. You stare at his door and a brief flash of doubt rings alarms in your head. You ring the bell before you can overthink your actions. A few seconds later his voice chimes out from the speaker box.
“Who is it?”
His voice sounds very tired. Has he not been sleeping well?
“Hello?” He tries again.
You lightly slap your cheeks, bringing yourself back. You weren’t even aware you had frozen up.
“Hey, it’s me. Um, Y/N.”
No answer.
"Can we—can we talk?”
Again, you are met with silence.
Your fingers twiddle with the hem of your shirt, unsure of your next move. You came all the way here on complete impulse. You don’t do well when you don’t have a plan. And right now, you have no plan, which is ironic, considering you’re a teacher for young children who require a level of spontaneity every day.
You’re itching to escape but your feet remain wooden against the pavement. You bend your head down and glare at your legs, willing them to move goddammit. You nearly find the will to finally bolt when you hear the door creak open. Your head whips up and you immediately seek out his face. You come eye to eye with a disheveled looking Hoseok hiding behind his door. His bleary, sunken eyes follow you warily as you take a step forward and blurt out his name, but before you can get another word in he addresses you.
“Look, I don’t need a pity party okay?” He pauses to slink further away from the already small opening through the door. “Especially from you. It was a mistake and I’m sorry that happened. I shouldn’t have told you like that and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That was a bad move.”
You open your mouth and breathe in, ready to counter his allegation but he puts a hand up, an unspoken request to continue talking uninterrupted. “I just need a few more days to clear my mind. I can’t promise I’ll be okay soon but—”
You interrupt him anyway.
“I’m not saying no Hobi,” your voice is meek but you mentally pat yourself on the back for finally finding your voice.
“Wha—what? What did you… er, what do you mean?”
“I,” you pause to collect your thoughts but alas, when you have no plan your brain goes haywire and your mouth rambles away without your permission. “Well, first I want to apologize for forcing you to talk and for not taking you seriously. I really didn’t mean to disregard your feelings or make fun of you. You didn’t make me uncomfortable at all actually! It’s just that… no one’s ever—I mean, I didn’t think you saw me in that way and, well, I mean I always thought you were cute. You’re so handsome and dreamy and you’re funny and when you smile your eyes crinkle into little moons and your hearts a smile. I mean! Your smile, it makes a heart and I love it so much and I, um, but I didn't—I mean I don’t know why you even like me in the first place.” You laugh nervously, anxiety rising up inside you like bile at not being able to get the words out right.
A warm hand wraps around yours and you’re bewildered. He’s opened the door just big enough to let his hand out to hold yours. He’s the one hurting and yet he reaches out to comfort you when you showed the slightest unease. If anything, he should be lashing out at you right now. The warmth in his eyes tells you he has no intention of doing that. His thoughtfulness and care towards you, even after you hurt him, causes your heart to stutter and you fight on despite your nerves.
“I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m still not sure about my feelings but I’m willing to try? If you are too? I don’t really know how to do this, but—but I’m willing to explore whatever this could be with you. And I’m not saying you have to consider my feelings because that isn’t fair to you. You can absolutely tell me to fuck off and I won’t bother you again. Um, yeah I think—I think that’s it.”
God, you can’t wait to get home so you can punch your pillows for rambling so much! You stand there, staring at the side of the door so it looks like you’re looking at him but you’re really not. Your halfhearted smile slowly dwindles into a tight lipped smile the longer he stays silent and you’re wondering if now’s a good time to skedaddle.
“Okay, got it. I’m sorry Hoseok—” You turn your back to him, completely prepared to walk away with your tail tucked.
“Can I hug you?”
You whirl around and blink owlishly at him and stutter embarrassingly so. “What?”
“Can I hug you?”
“I mean, y-yeah? I guess?”
You’re dying internally over how your voice squeaks and inflects into a higher, unsure tone. He pushes the door open and pulls you by your hands into his arms, effectively drawing you away from your internal conflict. The feeling of his warmth around you sends your heart into an unfamiliar tangle of emotions.
Hoseok has always been the best bear hugger. He believed hugs revealed what a person was like, and his preference for full hugs definitely conveyed his desire for physical contact with the people he loved. This hug, though, was different in the way that he held you so close to him, with his face nuzzled in your hair. You breathe in his scent that’s brought you comfort throughout the years and wrap your arms around his waist. You feel his arms tighten and pull you closer into him. You pray the stuttering heartbeat felt between the two of you isn’t only yours.
After a long minute of silence—which somehow felt like one hour and one second all at once—he murmurs close to your ear, “If this is you giving me the okay, then I’m not gonna hold back anymore and I’m going to pursue you honestly. And… hopefully show you that my feelings for you are sincere.”
You let out an involuntary squeak much to your horror and hide your face into his chest, not trusting yourself to speak. You feel the shake of his shoulders as he laughs, the puff of breath tickling the back of your neck, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. He eventually pulls away from your hug but instead of letting go, his hands reach down to hold your own and he looks down at you with shining eyes. His face paints a tender gaze and the combination of how he smiles at you has you bashful so instead, you focus on the way his thumb rubs against yours. It only sends your heart into further overdrive.
“It’s late.” His voice is soft as he speaks to you. "Did you drive here?”
You shake your head no. Then you gasp and tilt your head in mild bewilderment.
Okay but why didn’t you drive? Are you dumb or are you dumb? You try to convince yourself you took the bus to save Mother Earth. Not because you were in such a hurry to see him that you forgot you have a car.
“Let me drive you home then,” he says and squeezes your hands.
“No, no it’s okay. I can get a taxi!”
He shakes his head in disapproval. “I can’t let you do that. It’s dark out now and I’d feel much better if I take you myself.”
“Hobi, I’ll be fine. I promise!” His brows furrow and you bring your arm up to flex your bicep. “See, look! I’m a strong girl.”
He’s entirely unimpressed and rolls his eyes. “Look, either you let me take you home or you’ll have to sleep over tonight. I don’t want you going home by yourself.”
“Eh?” Well, you certainly weren’t expecting that. You’re a deer in headlights thinking about a night alone with him. Nope. No way. Nu-uh. Vetoed. You won’t survive. Especially not after your almost-kind-of-but-not-really confession.
You sigh in defeat and bow your head.
“Fiiine. You can take me home, I guess.”
He grins and while you’re pouting that he won this trivial argument, your heart is whistling a happy tune at seeing a smile grace his face once again. You wait outside while he grabs his wallet and keys. When he reemerges from inside his house, he gestures to his left.
“Ready to go?”
“Mhm!” You motion for him to lead the way and you follow after him.
The car ride back to your place is quiet, save for the low ambiance of his music playing on the stereo, but it’s a comfortable silence. You have more questions you want to ask. There’s still a lot you want to know, but you figure you’ve both had enough of a surprise tonight. You trust that there will be many opportunities in the near future to ask.
Once he’s parked his car outside your apartment, you turn to thank him and bid him goodnight only to be met with an empty seat. He’s already outside, waiting for you.
“Hobi you didn’t have to come out!” you protest as you exit the vehicle. “It’s cold!”
He only hums in response and walks with you to the front entrance. You’re half expecting a goodbye hug, considering he’s out here with you, and you’re surprised to feel your chest swirl in disappointment that he does neither of those. Instead, he takes a step away from you and the words that leave his mouth bring you a comfort you didn’t know you needed.
“We’ll take this slow, yeah? I don’t expect you to know how you feel by tomorrow or even next month. I’ve waited this long. I can wait a little longer.”
He strokes your cheek, lingering in front of you for a few more seconds. He leaves you with his touch etched onto your cheek. You fall asleep with the sole thought that you wouldn’t mind falling for Jung Hoseok.
The following morning feels like a daze and you’re on autopilot for the rest of the week. Before you know it, it’s your biweekly get-together with your gang. You’d gained a chaotic but solid group of friends in your college days. While the group has slowly decreased over the past two years after graduating, your bond is still as strong, even if you don’t meet as often as you used to.
It’s Hoseok’s turn to host this time and you’re freaking out. You recount every conversation you’ve had with him this past week at school. The both of you made a point to only talk about school related topics, very obviously ignoring the elephant in the room. The only thing that’s changed is the rate of daily text messages between the two of you. You now awaken to “good morning texts.” Throughout the day, you send each other “this reminded me of you” texts and end each night with “how was your day?” texts. Your heart is slowly becoming conditioned to jump any time his name appears on your phone screen. Today is no different. Your heart is racing at the thought of finally seeing Hoseok outside of work.
[Y&Y’s Minions Group Chat]
Taetae: aye bro heads up im bringing some juice w me
Taetae: yknow. for us nonalcoholics.
Hobibi: 👍
Yoonji(min’s Wife): weak ass bitch 🙄
Taetae: Shut up or im not bringing jimin with me 🥱
Min Suga: she just punched me cause i laughed man wtf
Taetae: 🤣🤣🤣🤣
You: LOOOLLL it’s what you deserve
You: also tq for bringing juice taetae 🤧 idk if i can handle another of jimins mystery concoctions 😩
Taetae: that’s what you got hobi for right?
Hobibi: Exactly ;)
Min Suga: right. like he can hold his alcohol????
Hobibi: also can yall actually come on time so we can start our movie early?
Hobibi: dude i’ve gotten better at drinking tghank you very much
Yoonji(min’s Wife): sorry what im jared 19
Min Suga: she lies. shes putting makeup on for Park
[IMG_2831 delivered]
You: lmaaaoooo you got called out babe!!!
Yoonji(min’s Wife): fuck you min yoongi. find ur own ride there bitch <3
You snort reading through the messages. One day someone’s gonna fight and you have no doubt Yoonji will be one of the contenders. You’ve already resigned yourself to the role of her babysitter, knowing full well you’ll be tending to her every whim and command the day it happens as well as the following day of her recovery. Your phone pings again.
It’s a separate text message from Hoseok.
Hobibi: i can’t wait to see you beautiful :)
You gasp audibly and your face heats up instantly. You’re grateful there’s no one around to hear you. What should you text back? You’re still unfamiliar with the Hobi who flirts. He is flirting, right? You fumble with your phone, heart racing a mile a minute, texting a (hopefully) flirty reply back when Yoonji’s winking selca takes over your screen. You drag your finger across the Accept button and her voice drawls out from your speaker.
“I’m heeerre!! Come outside so we can get wasted tonight!”
You snort and hang up without replying back to her. As soon as you plop into the passenger seat she thrusts a bottle of alcohol into your hands.
“Drink.”
Apparently, her idea of calming you down is with some pregame booze.
It doesn’t help.
When you arrive at his apartment, you attach yourself to Yoonji’s back, but she was having none of that. Her shared telepathic powers with her equally chaotic twin brother draw them together as soon as they’re in the same room. You squeak at having been left behind and follow her, intent on hiding behind her the whole night.
In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have blindly followed after your friend because the person accompanying Yoongi was none other than his best friend who also happened to be the man you were trying to avoid… which wouldn’t have worked anyway considering this was his home. Yoonji drags you out from behind her and you’re given no chance to pretend like you weren’t hiding.
You shoot daggers into her boobs, praying that her boobs will swell and explode right in front of Jimin for outing you like this. You clear your throat and straighten out your shirt, then exchange greetings with the two men, feigning nonchalance. You don’t mean to but your eyes flicker down Hoseok’s figure. His hair looks freshly dried and curls around his face in the most beautiful way. A thin blue crew neck sweater hangs off his shoulders and hugs his torso just right, but when do his clothes not fit him well? It’s cut low enough to just tease the outline of his collarbones and it doesn’t help you with your already heightened nerves. You gulp and lower your gaze. For some godforsaken reason, he decided it was a good idea to roll the sleeves up and expose his forearms. You’re on your way past his hips when—
“You look beautiful tonight.”
Oh dear, did he catch you staring?
His voice draws your gaze back to him and you find him looking right at you with a shy smile that flutters your heart. A compliment from him would usually have elicited a laugh and a “thank you Hobi.” Now, it evokes a stutter and a burning face. It’s a change the twins catch onto quickly. They exchange knowing glances which neither you nor Hoseok see, too busy staring at each other.
And then you’re colliding into each other.
“Oops!” Yoonji cackles and raises her glass to her brother.
"My bad. My hand slipped.” Yoongi raises his own and clinks his drink with hers. They take a sip and completely ignore the two frozen statues beside them.
“Hey, what do you say we go say hi to the soulmates?”
“Right on my sweetums. Let’s go find your loverboy.”
“You’re disgusting and also you’re wrong.”
Yoongi forcefully links arms with his sister and they shuffle away still bickering, meanwhile you and Hoseok are a blushing mess, locked in each other’s arms. His hands burn pressed against your lower back and you pull yourself away from him. You ignore the way your body screams at you for leaving his warmth. Your eyes flit around, looking at everything except for him. And then it lands on a sliver of skin peeking out behind his sweater that had risen up in this blunder.
Wait. This is bad. Don’t focus on that.
Focus on your annoying best friend. Yeah… this is all her fault.
“Sorry Yoonji’s such a pain in the ass.”
“Understatement of the year.” He snorts and readjusts his sweater back down. You bite back a pitiful whine and suddenly you have no idea who you’ve become.
“They’re both menaces. Remind me never to have them in the same room again.“
You laugh at the truth in his words and then it’s back to a dead silence. One you’re not used to, especially not with him. He rubs the side of his arm and clears his throat.
"Um, well, you know, if being here makes you uncomfortable it’s okay to leave. My feelings won’t be hurt. Or I can just, I don’t know, not talk to you tonight? If that’s what you want?”
You wince at his offer.
“No!” you say immediately, wanting to remedy his misinterpretation of the nervous waves radiating off you. “I wanted to come! I… well, as nervous as I am, I wanted to see you?”
He lets out a dry laugh. “Oh, right. I could definitely tell from the way you hid behind Yoonji as soon as you got here.”
You force out a weak laugh at having been caught. Should you apologize or yeet yourself out of this situation? Thankfully, he makes the decision for you.
“Why don’t we go say hi to Tae and Jimin? Since you just got here.”
You swallow the apology that hangs on your tongue and nod slowly. You walk in silence to where the rest of the gang is gathered. Yoongi and Jimin are engrossed in a conversation about the latest EP released by their favorite duo RM and JK. Meanwhile Yoonji is making very no-so-subtle heart eyes at Jimin while Taehyung is chatting away about something she obviously has no interest in.
You’ve known Jimin for a few years and he’s only just started coming along this past year to your meetups with Taehyung, his childhood friend. He integrated so well into your little group and you all were quick to adopt him and dub him as the Resident Giggly for how beautiful his laughs were. His bubbling personality also somehow snatched the Resident Shady’s heart, despite her always denying it. You decide to do your friend a solid and save her from Taehyung’s ramblings. It’s definitely not to distract yourself from the Resident Smiles beside you.
“Hey Taetae!” you call out to the broad shouldered man who turns around, bright eyed and smiley. You notice a cup in his hand that you hope is just juice. He doesn’t drink often but when he does… Well, you certainly won’t want to be present.
“Y/N you’re here! Finally someone who will listen to me!” He pulls you into a side hug.
You laugh. “That’s ‘cause she’s too busy making goo goo eyes at—oof!”
Yoonji shoves Taehyung who still has his arms draped around your shoulder. He trips and sends you nearly toppling over as well. An arm wraps around your waist to steady you. Hoseok pulls you to his side, a safe distance away from the two rowdy ones.
“If you both know what’s good for you, you will shut up or else!” she hisses between her teeth. The blush growing on her cheeks tells you otherwise, though.
“I love you too, Yoonji poo!” Taehyung teases and pinches her cheeks.
She slaps his hands away, scowling. Then her attention redirects to you and you don’t like the way her eyes have turned alight. She nudges Taeyung and nods her head at you and Hoseok. He looks at the pair of you and his lips turn up into a sinister smirk.
“Well, well, well. Wouldya look at that?” You don’t like that both his and Yoonji’s smug faces are now focused on you. “So anyone wanna tell me when you two became a thing?”
You and Hoseok share a confused albeit nervous look. It’s then you realize how close you are to each other and you don’t hate the close proximity.
“You do realize you have your arm around her, right hyung?”
It’s not until he points it out that Hoseok realizes he never let go of you. The arm that rested around your hips tears away from your body and falls back limply to his side. Yoonji snorts at how fast he let you go and you try your best to hide your disappointment, calling upon all the times you’ve had to school your face of irritation at work. You note that he doesn’t move away though, and his hand ghosts yours with every breath he takes.
“Don’t be mean Tae,” you scold him and push him away.
“It’s not like that. We’re not a couple.” Hoseok’s strong protest wavers at the last word and the way his ears redden don’t do well to support his claim. Your face flushes at his word choice.
“Who’s not a couple?” Jimin pops in, hands propped around Taehyung’s shoulder.
Taehyung eyes Yoonji and says with a smirk, “You and Yoo—mmph!”
Yoonji pounces on Taehyung and slaps a hand over his mouth. In typical Jimin fashion, he falls to his knees, laughing at their bizarre antics. As much as those two clashed, you knew they loved each other a ridiculous amount. You tug at Hoseok’s shirt sleeve and ask if he wants to get a drink.
He nods in agreement. “Yeah, let’s go before they strike again.”
The two of you share a laugh and head into the kitchen where two glass bowls are filled to the brim with dark liquids. The smell of alcohol reeks from the one nearest you and you nearly gag.
“Did Jimin make this?” you scowl and point accusingly at the punch bowl with a dark red liquid sparkling dangerously. You hope alcohol doesn’t spread through air particles because if it does, the other punch bowl is surely spiked by now.
“What did you expect?” He chuckles and hands you a glass cup.
You grab the ladle laying beside what you hope is the nonalcoholic drink and pour into your cup.
“Hey, so um… about earlier,” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck, “er, sorry about that. I didn’t even know I was still... touching you.”
“Ah, no it’s okay. I didn’t know either actually.” You take in a breath and brace yourself for what you’re about to admit out loud, “To be honest, I kind of liked it.”
You hear him take in a sharp inhale after your confession and you wonder who’s blushing harder. Probably you. You hand the ladle to him and hold your breath when his fingers graze yours.
“I’ll keep that in mind next time.” He recovers quickly and winks at you. Your recovery rate is much slower and his wink only sets you back further. “So, um, I’ll let you catch up with everyone. I gotta go set up for the movie anyway. I’ll see you later, okay?”
He briefly reaches his hand to brush against your cheek, then leaves you alone, starstruck in the kitchen, to be the good host that he is. The rest of the night goes off without any other hitches. Plenty of laughter is shared between the lot of you. Jimin may have tried to spike the literal juice bowl a few times, but both Taehyung and Yoongi dragged him away each time.
Throughout the night, you find yourself unconsciously scanning the room for Hoseok only to be met with a pair of brown eyes already looking at you. Each time you make eye contact, you both blush and look away at having been caught staring. Each time it happens, your friends turn around to stick their fingers in their open mouths and fake a gag.
You’re on popcorn duty as the evening begins to settle down for the “movie” part of movie night to finally start. You emerge from the kitchen with three large bowls with freshly popped and buttered popcorn. You sigh with resignation when you see only two available empty seats. One next to Hoseok on the love seat and one in between Yoonji and Jimin. You absolutely are not ready to be in such close proximity with Hoseok for the next two hours, but you also don’t want to cock block Yoonji.
Although she’d never admit it to anyone, you knew she harbored a secret crush on Jimin. Anyone else outside your group and they wouldn’t know any better, but every one of you except the object of her affections knew those faux mean jabs and rosy cheeks were reserved for Jimin and Jimin only. You have a suspicion that he felt the same way about her with the way he always seemed to apparate in whatever room she’s in just to giggle at whatever she says or does. You can’t wait for the day they both stop toeing the line and confess to each other.
You pass out two of the three bowls of popcorn and peek over at Yoonji and Jimin. Jimin’s leaning over the empty seat, phone outstretched to show something to Yoonji. Their voices are hushed but you can see her lips curled into a dopey smile. Right, no cock blocking. Your gaze flickers to where Hoseok is seated. Okay girl, you got this. No time to be a chicken or Taehyung and Yoonji will never let you live it down.
Your leg collides with his when you sit down and your poor heart is once again fluttering. Should you let it stay there or should you move your leg? Why are you suddenly so self conscious about every move you make around him? The answer was obvious but let a girl stay in denial, please.
Unbeknownst to you, the man sitting next to you was going through his own inner turmoil. Should he act like his usual self? Should he be chill? Should he try to flirt? He wants to put his arm around you, but what if he came on too strong and scared you off? Before the both of you noticed, the film was already ten minutes in, popcorn in your hands untouched.
“Hey, Hobi! Y/N! If you two aren’t gonna eat your popcorn, pass it on!” Taehyung shouts over the movie with a mouth full of popcorn.
He pulls you out of your thoughts and you grimace at the way the light from the television makes the butter grease around his mouth shimmer in the dark room.
“You’re disgusting. Swallow your food before you speak, you heathen. And for the record, we aren’t sharing.”
Hoseok grabs the bowl from you, smushes it into his chest, and grabs a large handful shoving it into his mouth as if to prove a point. Several pieces of popcorn fall out of his hand back into the bowl. In his haste, he gets grease all over his outer mouth. Your mind dares to flash a dirty thought about the lubricant on his lips and you cup a hand over your mouth.
Oh god.
Your brain really just went there.
You make a point to ignore the way your body heats up and instead reach over to wipe the oil off his mouth with a swipe of your thumb. He looks at you quizzically and when you lock eyes you both freeze. His eyes grow comically wide, his jaw locked mid chew.
Hold on. Did you just touch Hoseok’s mouth? With your thumb?
“Gross.” Taehyung grumbles at the sight of you and turns away to focus back on the movie.
You pull away quickly and shift in your seat. “S-sorry your mouth was dirty and, um, well, sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. Um… thank you.” He wipes off the remainder of what you miss with the back of his hand and offers you a sheepish smile. And with that, you fall into another silence, popcorn once again forgotten.
Great. Back to square one.
By the time the end credits roll out, everyone is dead asleep save for you who remained wide awake thanks to your very imaginative and hyperactive brain. You decide to disregard the awkward cloud that hung over you and Hoseok tonight to figure out all your sleeping arrangements. It isn’t unusual for everyone to crash at the host’s place, drunk or sober, so it shouldn’t be too much trouble. You arch your back off the couch and stretch your tense body, letting out a soft moan as your muscles loosen up.
“Hey, Hobi?”
When you don’t get a response you look over to find him leaned against the couch with his eyes closed and lips scrunched in a small pout. His chest raises rhythmically and you feel bad for having to wake him. You’re nearly tempted to push back his hair to get a better look at his sleeping face. You scoot closer to him and shake him by the shoulder while softly calling his name. He jolts slightly and his eyes flutter open, scanning the room until they fall on you. Your breath hitches in your throat seeing his eyes slowly light up with recognition.
“Hobi,” you try again, voice quiet so as not to disturb him, still in a state of slumber. Your hand rests on his arm and you can’t find it in you to remove it.
He calls out your name, tenderly, carefully. You bite your lip to hide the way it wants to curl into a smile at the way he whispers your name. You don’t realize how close you’d gotten to him until his hand moves a mere inch to rest atop yours. You twist your hand up until your palms are touching. Your fingers instinctively curl around the slots between his own. You feel his fingers twitch but neither of you makes a move to actually embrace, instead reveling in the way both of you vibrate with warmth.
“Sorry I woke you. I just figured you wouldn’t appreciate having everyone drooling all over your couch and carpet tonight.”
He shifts in his seat so that he’s sitting upright and squints at the fallen figures scattered around the room. Then he shrugs.
“Who gives a fuck. Let them sleep there.”
You giggle at his remark and nod in understanding. It would only be too much work to try to move them and you definitely did not want to deal with a drunk and sleepy Yoongi.
“Why don’t you go sleep in your room then, and I’ll see you in the morning?” You take the popcorn bowl laying haphazardly on his lap and set it on the coffee table in front of you.
“No, no. You go sleep there. I’ll sleep here tonight.”
You scoff. “You don’t need to be a gentleman, my dude. This is your house, it’s late, and we both need to sleep.”
“You’re exactly right, it's my house. My house, my rules. And I say that you’re sleeping on my bed tonight. I won’t let you take the couch.”
“Hoseok!”
“Do you want to share it with me then?”
Your words die in your mouth and you gape at him. He nods and says, “That’s what I thought.”
“Oh my god, you are insufferable. Fine, take me to your room. Wait.” Your ear begins to burn as soon as you blurt out that sentence, the insinuation not lost on you. Oh god, why did you have to say it like that? “I mean, uh, er, I’ll just go by myself.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it. C’mon, I’ll take you.”
If he’s flustered by your request, he doesn’t show it. Instead he helps you up from the love seat and leads the way to his room. Despite having been to his house many times, you’d never actually seen his bedroom. There was never a need to go in there and now the first time you’re going in is after you find out he likes you. It’s a lot to process.
His room is a lot cleaner than you thought it’d be. The first thing to catch your eye is a shelf filled with a mixture of figurines and music albums. You appreciate that he hasn’t abandoned his likes and hobbies for the sake of appearing more mature. Beside it is a desk littered with books and paper scrap, presumably for work. In the left corner of his room rests his bed; a thin wool blanket lies unmade at one side.
“Sorry my room is so messy. I didn’t think anyone would be sleeping in here tonight,” he says as he rummages through his drawers.
“If you call this messy, you don’t wanna see my room,” you mutter.
He says nothing back until he finds what he’s looking for. He calls your name and tosses a large shirt and gym short your way.
“You can change into those. I think they’ll be comfier than what you have on right now.” He turns away and scratches the back of his neck. “Um, I’ll, uh, let you do your thing and, um, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Thanks, Hobi.” You reach out for his hand and squeeze it. He’s blushing again. You like it when he blushes. Maybe you’ll have to initiate this more often. Holding his hand, that is.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, beautiful.” The giggle that escapes from your lips causes his heart to soar. He looks at you standing in the middle of his room and smiles. It’s something he’s only dreamt of and he knows it’ll be a portrait etched into his memory for a long while.
You wait until he’s closed the door behind him to soak in the feel of his room. This is the room where he sleeps in, where he changes in, where he… Nope. Not gonna go there. You strip off your clothes and discard them in a pile by the bed. The shirt he gave you is thankfully oversized and you decide to forgo the shorts. No one’s going to come in tonight and you loathe wearing pants to bed. After climbing into Hoseok’s bed, you’re hit all at once with his scent. Fuckfuckfuck. He smells good. Your brain seems to manage only that one thought. Again, it’s a lot to process.
Does he have a side of the bed he prefers to sleep on? Does he have a preference at all? Does he sleep fully clothed or… You gasp at yourself and shake your head. Bad thoughts. Unnecessary thoughts. But not unwelcome thoughts. You spend the next while thinking back on the unexpected turn of events that transpired the past two weeks.
Hoseok has been a continuous and pleasant presence by your side. What was once only brief greetings in passing easily evolved into a comfortable friendship. As easy as it was to befriend him, your relationship never became stagnant. There was always something new to learn about each other and it didn’t bore you to talk about topics you’d already previously discussed. It definitely helped that he was just as eager to talk with you. Now you know part of the reason why he seemed to like being around you so often. Not that you’re opposed to it.
Your mind wanders back to earlier this evening when his hand rested on your hip. It was such a foreign feeling but you liked it a lot more than you anticipated. If you think really hard you can still feel his touch. You lied when you told him you didn’t know. You felt everything the moment he put his hands on you, from the way his bicep flexed against your back to the way his fingers absently circled your clothed waist. Almost like it was meant to happen. You can’t stop the smile and warmth that spreads on your face and you roll around the bed, squealing into your hands.
“Bye teachers!” Your last student waves goodbye as they leave with their older sibling.
You both wave back and resume cleaning up the classroom after your last activity. There’s not much left to do thanks to the children helping to clean up before it was time for them to leave. You grab a disinfectant and wipe down the snack table while Hoseok neatens up the rows of desks and chairs.
You may be a bit distracted at the bright blue striped collar shirt that pulls taut at his chest whenever he pulls his arms back. He has at least three buttons undone, not that you’re counting. You’re wiping until the table suddenly disappears beneath your hand and you nearly fall on your face. You catch yourself just in time and move onto the next table, pretending as though nothing happened. He clearly saw you though, if his snickering in the corner is anything to go by.
“I’m about done, Hobi. How ‘bout you?” you ask him as you shove the last of your paperwork into your work bag.
“Yep! I’m good to go.”
He’s fidgeting by the door when you finally grab your bag and walk towards him. His eyes are downcast and worries at his lower lip, but you don’t press him about it. Instead, you nudge his shoulder and motion for him to leave with you.
When you exit the building, he asks, “Are you doing anything this weekend?”
A smile creeps up on your face. “No plans. What’s up?”
You already know the answer and your heart rate is picking up the pace from the anticipation. He curls his pinky finger around yours, eliciting a contented sigh from both of you. He hums thoughtfully and swings your hands around as the both of you walk to the parking lot at a leisurely pace. Neither of you seem to be wanting to leave this moment just yet.
“If you’re not busy, I’d like to take you on a date tomorrow.” His voice is firm and unwavering.
Your smile only broadens. “I think I’d like that a lot.”
He nods shyly and his face beams at your reply.
“So I was thinking—and if you think it’s a lame idea please tell me!—but I was thinking, since you’ve recently started a rock collection, maybe we could… go to the river and find you some rocks? Maybe you can help me find some rocks too?”
You didn’t think your smile could grow any bigger. It’s been a few weeks since his accidental confession and you were truly moving at a snail’s pace. Not that you weren’t grateful for it. It’s really allowed for you to take the time to evaluate your friendship and your newfound feelings for the man walking beside you. You’re stealing glances at him more often these days, thoughts straying to how he’s doing. Your phone’s found a new activity, consistently vibrating with text notifications from him. He makes you happy.
You’d been waiting for him to ask you on a date. Yes, it’s the 21st century and no, you don’t need no man to make the first move, but you still wanted to wait until he initiated it. You’re almost surprised by his date suggestion, but you know Hoseok. The wonderful man has always been thoughtful and considerate of his friend’s passions and hobbies. You just didn’t expect him to be so in tune to your interests. Knowing he was aware about your current rock obsession causes an eruption of butterflies and giddiness to flutter in your chest.
“Oh, wow! You’re full of surprises, Hobi. Of course I’d love that! Maybe we can even have a little picnic afterwards.”
“I think I’d like that a lot,” he echoes your previous words. “So, it’s a date then?”
“It’s a date.”
He still hasn’t let go of your pinky finger by the time you reach your car which automatically unlocks from your near proximity. The day still has so many hours until sundown and already you’re buzzing with excitement for tomorrow. Neither of you have stopped smiling since you left the classroom and you decide to give him a surprise of your own.
“Close your eyes for me?”
He raises a brow at your request but complies and shuts his eyes. You wave your hands around his face to confirm they really are closed. Once you’re certain, you grab onto his shoulders for leverage and tiptoe upward to plant a kiss on his cheek. With a teasing smile, you rush into your car. He jolts, eyes shooting back open at the sound of your car door closing. Giggles escape your lips, watching him standing in a daze. You wonder if he’s as out of breath as you are, despite not having done anything cardio related.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Hobibi,” you say as you reach across the opening to poke his nose.
His lips curve into a lopsided grin and he moves to brush his lips against your finger. You shiver at the sensation. He starts walking backwards to his car and brings 2 fingers up to his forehead to salute you.
“See ya, beautiful. I’ll call you tonight?”
Your heart leaps at how hopeful he sounds. “I’ll be waiting, handsome!”
You wait until he’s inside his car, wave goodbye one last time, and then drive off.
By the time he walks you to your apartment after your date, the moon has risen high in the sky and encompasses the both of you in a faint glimmer.
Today had been the perfect day to go to the river and you both spent hours crouching in the river bed, your faces nearly touching the water in order to see the rocks clearly. It had truly been a wonderful date and you came home with a good handful of small river rocks to add to your collection.
You love that this wasn’t a conventional first date. It did, however, bring a different type of first date anxiety because of the fact that you were already friends. Sweet Hoseok didn’t let the nerves take control though. He’d pulled you into the cold water with him as soon as you got there, effectively washing away all worries. You shared plenty of laughs and water fights today. You’re still damp from spending so much time in the river and while the evening breeze should have sent goosebumps all throughout your exposed skin, you’re instead filled with a cozy warmth merely being in the warm and calming presence of Hoseok.
“I had a great time today, Hobi. Thanks for taking me out to find cute rocks.”
“And thanks for making me wet,” you add for good measure. You snicker under your breath when he chokes on air.
“Oh my god. Um, you-you’re welcome. Your rocks are just as cute as you! Um, and thanks for packing us delicious food.”
It’s entirely too amusing seeing him flounder at your brazen declarations. You liked this shy Hobi. Actually, you’ve come to find you like a lot of different Hobis. The one who brings you tea every other morning at work, the one who walks you to your car even when you’re not teaching a class together, the one who has recently started calling you every night just to say goodnight, the one who blushes any time you compliment him, and most definitely your favorite: the one who has given you a beautiful friendship as the foundation of this newfound relationship with one another.
You have always loved how his smile seemed to shape into a heart. A beautiful physical display of the love he so eagerly and openly shares with the world. Here in this moment though, you know this smile was only for you and you are suddenly so eager to kiss those heart shaped lips. You sigh happily and reach up to smooth down Hoseok’s wind blown hair. You clasp your arms around his neck and bask in the stillness, soaking in the memory of his glowing face under the moonlight.
“Don’t forget to take care of your rocks, okay?”
“Yes, Ms. Y/N.”
“Gross. Don’t call me that,” you scrunch your nose in distaste and push him away. “You can go home.”
He laughs again and grabs your face to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I’m glad you had fun. Go rest up, okay?”
Okay, so maybe you were kidding when you pushed him away. He moves to let go but you grab onto his shirt and lick your lips in anticipation. Maybe you weren’t taking conventional steps and yes, there is that unspoken social rule not to kiss on the first date but you don’t care.
Some time halfway into the day, you were swept in a sudden wave of acceptance—of your feelings for this man, of toeing the line between friends and potential lovers. For the remainder of the day you were plagued with thoughts about how kissable his lips are. Splashing him with water until he was soaking wet did not help your dilemma. You zone in on his lips and surely he picks up on your cues because he removes your hands from his shirt within seconds and keeps them clasped in his hold. Your eyes quickly shoot up to glower at him. He chuckles and swipes a thumb across your lips, his expression mirthful.
“Let’s take it slow, yeah?” An echo of what he had said that fateful night in front of his apartment.
You quietly grumble in understanding, knowing he was right not to rush into this, earning you a beautiful laugh to slip from his annoyingly beautiful mouth.
“I won’t say no to another kiss on the cheek though,” he teases.
You scoff at the audacity. “You’ve lost that right. Goodbye!”
He laughs at your outburst and learns forward for another kiss on the forehead. With a final wave goodbye and a heart ready to burst, you head inside. In hindsight, you should’ve known Hoseok’s a glutton for “taking it slow.”
Tonight you’re at his apartment to Netflix and chill. Literally.
It’s been several official dates—and many more unofficial ones in between—throughout the three months since your first date. Many cuddles, many accidental boners pressed against your thigh during said cuddles (leading to some awkward repositioning and pretending it never happened), and many kisses shared all around your faces save for your lips. You’re cuddled up against him tonight watching a rerun of Running Man when you’re hit with a pang of need that you’ve become intimately familiar with these days.
You want to kiss him. Every time you get too close, though, he’d move away. You try not to let it get to you. You really do. But it’s hard not to feel the sting every time you’re rejected. You know he likes you and he knows you like him too. Amidst these thoughts, your mind drifts back to the day you finally confessed that you liked him too. You suppress a laugh thinking about how much of a blubbering mess he’d been. You just wish you knew why he didn’t seem to want to kiss you.
Thinking about all the times he’s rejected your advances completely kills your mood. You unconsciously pull away from him and scoot closer to the other side of the loveseat. Tears are pooling under your eyes and you’re blinking furiously, willing them to disappear. You don’t mean to suddenly feel this way and you certainly don’t want to ruin the good atmosphere tonight.
Hoseok laughs and comments on something in the show but you can’t bring yourself to muster up fake enthusiasm. You feel something rub against you and you flinch until you realize it’s Hoseok pulling you back to his side. His face is masked with worry and he rubs your arms in a comforting motion.
“Hey there,” he murmurs. “What’s wrong?”
You shake your head and adjust your posture on the couch. His eyes furrow at your lack of response and he pauses the show. He shifts to face you and holds your hands.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
You bite down on your lip, willing yourself not to cry. You’re usually not embarrassed to cry. In fact you’ve cried many times in front of Hoseok, but those were different times. You don’t want to scare him away. Of course, your body never does like to listen to you. Your chin quivers without your permission and it was like the dam broke. Hoseok’s frown only deepens and he immediately scoots closer, cupping your face in his hands. Your eyes flutter close, completely embarrassed that you’re crying in front of him.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cry.” You try to move away but his hands hold your face firmly in place, wiping at your tears with his thumbs.
“Baby, don’t apologize. If you really don’t wanna talk about it I’ll drop it. I will. But you know that I’ll make time to listen to you whenever you’re ready, right?”
You take in a deep, shaky breath. The pet name doesn’t help with your already frazzled emotions and you whisper, “No, it’s…we—I can talk.”
He doesn’t speak, instead waiting for you. You’re tempted to ask him to forget it and pretend you’re okay but you know if you never address this, you’ll continue to be stuck in this limbo and you don’t know how much longer you’d be able to handle it. Might as well be direct about it. Beating around the bush never did anyone any favors.
“Why don’t you want to kiss me?” Your voice cracks and comes out weaker than you meant it to. The following seconds are completely silent. You can’t even hear Hoseok breathe. His lack of reaction causes fresh tears to fall down your face.
“I’m sorry,” you both say.
“I-I thought we’re good now, you know? And, I don’t know, I figured that since we—”
“Wait. Wait, baby let me speak first. Please?”
You hiccup and nod your consent. His thumbs stroke both sides of your face, continuing to catch your tears. His brows are still wrinkled and you want nothing more than to smooth them out.
“I’m sorry,” he says again. “I didn’t realize it was hurting you this much and I’m sorry I didn’t notice… I know it’s selfish of me and it’s not a good enough excuse but to be honest I don’t think I’d be able to deal with it. And I’m gonna sound really corny but I just know if I kiss you once, I’m scared I may never want to stop and if… or when you decide you don’t want me anymore, um,” he pauses to lick his lips and laughs nervously.
You flinch at his words. Was he still holding onto that? Your heart now aches for an entirely different reason. It hurts that he still thinks you’re unsure about your feelings for him. Has he been stressed about that all this time?
Before he can go on, you push him until he’s resting against the couch cushion. You swallow down your insecurities. It’s something you can come back to later. Feeling bad about him not wanting to kiss you holds little value when he’s been worried about this for god knows how long. His hands fall from your face and you maneuver yourself until you’re straddling him, giving him no chance to look away from you. It’s true that he liked you first and that he had longer to realize his feelings for you but you knew what you felt for him was genuine. You were in this for the long run and tonight you want to make it very clear to him.
“Hobi.”
It’s your turn to hold his face in your hands. His eyes glisten with unshed tears and your heart lurches. “Do you still think that I don’t like you? That I don’t want you? I’m sorry I must not have been a very good girlf—” You stop yourself barely in time. You didn’t mean to let that slip. You’ve yet to establish your relationship with Hoseok, and you didn’t think it was a good time right now. Your blunder didn’t seem to be lost on him though, as you feel his heartbeat race against your chest and his grip that found purchase on your hips tightens.
“I may have been unsure in the beginning, and it may have been new to me at first but my feelings for you now… I love being your friend but you know what? I also love getting to know this other side of you. This side of you that only I get to see. I like when we pretend that we accidentally color code our clothes at work. I like it when our students and our stupid friends tease us. I like that you send me ugly cat memes and that I can send you stupid tweet screenshots. I like it when you come home with me to cook dinner for us. I like all of it.”
You pause to give him some time to let it sink in. He’s staring at you with so much longing and hope that it almost scares you, but you know you yearn for him just as much. If this goes well, maybe you can be scared together.
“I don’t want to go back to being just friends, Hobi. I want to keep exploring life with you.”
His palms are hot against your hips and his breathing becomes erratic. You lean into him until you’re certain he can feel your heart beating at the same frantic rate as his.
“Do you feel that?” He nods. “You do this to me. And... as for my daily problem down there,” you flush, looking down at where you’re connected below the waist. You look up to see him just as flustered, “is because of you too.”
“Loving you... falling in love with you is so easy.”
You feel his breath hitch at your implied declaration. And you realize your mistake too late. Was it too early to say it? Is it too late to take it back? He makes no move to say anything so you attempt to do damage control. In the form of distraction.
You lean even closer into him, pressed flush against his chest until your lips brush against his earlobe, knowing full well this was his weak spot, and say softly, “So there’s this guy I’m into. He’s really tall and handsome. He likes to drug himself up with caffeine every morning and will one hundred percent drop 200 bucks for limited edition shoes without a single thought. Can you guess who it is?” You don’t give him a chance to reply. “It’s you, Hobi. It’s you and only you and I really, really like you.”
Your confession is honest and true. What happens next is entirely unexpected and you would have fallen off his lap if not for his firm grip on you. He practically lunges at you and before you can process it his lips are moving roughly against yours. You had always thought your first kiss with Hoseok would be soft and slow, much like how he’s moved throughout your budding relationship, but no. He kisses you with a hunger you didn’t know he was capable of. He nips at your bottom lip, earning him a soft groan from you.
“What are you doing to me?” he murmurs into your lips.
You don’t respond. You can’t. Your brain is still trying to catch up and process what just happened.
You pull away from him and you blurt out dumbly, “Oh my god you’re kissing me.”
He laughs contentedly and nestles his face in the crook of your neck. He plants a faint kiss, causing you to shiver against him.
"You drove a hard bargain. I couldn’t not kiss you after that.” A quick peck on the lips. “And for the record, I really, really like you too.”
“Kiss me again, Hoseok.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Epilogue
The wind tries to steal your hat away but you hold onto it before it has a chance to fly off. It’s a breezy day today and your boyfriend had the absolutely brilliant idea to teach you how to longboard.
This brilliant idea ends up being him skating down steep hills at the park while you walk in the grass behind him. You had shouted at him several times to slow down or he’d end up hurting himself but of course in typical male fashion, he ignored you every time.
You’re in the middle of firing a comeback at Yoonji’s most recent text about how gross you and Hoseok have become now that you’re a couple when you hear a cry from your boyfriend several feet away. He’s going down a rather steep hill when the wind picks up sudden speed. Loose gravel breaks his smooth run and you watch in horror as he loses balance and tumbles onto the pavement. He hisses as his skin skids against the rocks.
“Hoseok!”
You stash your phone into your purse and run to him. As you get closer he schools his pained expression, in an attempt to hide any pain he may be feeling.
“I’m fine.” He attempts to reassure you before you can start fretting over him.
You immediately kneel down in front of him, ignoring him and grab his hands to assess the damage.
"You shouldn’t have gone so fast,” you scold as you rip out a few alcohol wipes from your bag. You’ve heard one too many horror stories about people injuring themselves falling off skateboards, so you’ve learned to keep several wipes and bandages handy when you found out Hoseok owned a few of his own. You carefully wipe down his scuffed palms and arms. You worry about his knees too but that’s something you’ll have to take care of at home.
He silently drinks in the image of you kneeling between his splayed legs, tending to his barely-there wounds. His heart may very well burst right there. You blow on his hands and flick your eyes up briefly to find his face mere inches from yours, looking at you with such a fond look.
“Ah, babe you’re too close to me,” you mumble shyly and lightly push him a few more inches away.
This only prompts him to lean in even closer until your foreheads knock together and his nose bumps with yours. It’s been several months since you had the “kiss talk” and made your relationship official. It’s been several months and yet your heart is still sent into a panic when you catch him staring. It’s barely your fault that you react physically when he makes you so nervous. You squeak and push his face away from you, causing him to fall over. His chuckles morph into a gruff wheeze as he falls. Embarrassment momentarily gone, you fuss over him again.
“Hobi! Oh no, I’m sorry!”
He lunges for you and pulls you down on top of him. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t expect him to grab at you and you brace your legs for your eventual fall.
“Oof! Oh god!” He exclaims in pain.
He recoils from you and grabs his crotch, rolling away into a fetus position. “Oh god, baby please be more gentle with me! I won’t be able to put my babies in you if you break me!”
You both freeze from his declaration. You, more so in shock, and he, in mortification. You’ve certainly had your fair share of heavy petting and make out sessions since that night at his place… Okay, fine so you can’t keep your hands off each other for even one day and you kiss every chance you get, but you have yet to go any farther than that with one another. Your sanity has been slowly dwindling the longer you go without knowing how he looks and feels. Hearing him basically say he wants to cum inside you in the near future has you perking up instantly. You watch as his eyes grow comically wide and he immediately sits up, pain forgotten.
“Oh shit shit shit. I said that out loud didn’t I? Oh god. I’m sorry I didn’t—I didn’t mean to—I mean it’s—I know we only just started dating and we haven’t even talked about sex yet and—I’m sorry. Oh my god.” He buries his head in his face, ready for the earth to swallow him whole.
You tug at his shirt and focus intensely on where your fingers are fumbling with his shirt and mumble barely loud enough, “I wouldn’t be opposed to it, you know?”
He swears he feels his dick twitch. Great. It’s not broken. Awesome.
When he doesn’t respond you continue on, “W—well not right now!"
He snorts. "Obviously not. We’re in public, silly… Unless you’re into that? I mean it’s not my thing but I’m willing to try it if you want us to—” Your eyes widen at his bold declaration and slap a hand over his mouth to prevent him from finishing that sentence. You can’t lie though, the idea has you quivering on your knees.
“Hobi!” You hiss. “I meant not for a few months!”
His eyebrows raise and you’re quick to fix it. “I-I mean next year?”
You feel his lips curl into that awful smirk he fancies anytime he turns you into a blubbering mess. Then you feel something thick and wet against your palm.
“Ew! Hobi!” You pull your hand away from him. He leans into you, tongue still out, and licks your lips before you can shrink even further away. You don’t have the energy to protest again, too engrossed on how good his tongue feels.
“Don’t tempt me with the patience game because we both know I’d win.” He grins when you pout at him because you know he’s right. “I can’t wait to explore this new territory with you, baby.”
You flush at his remark and stand up to create some distance to prevent yourself from doing something stupid.
“I need to find your skateboard,” you breathe out and run away from your cheeky boyfriend.
“Longboard!” He corrects you and watches your figure trail away from him.
Hoseok muses how he got so lucky that you, the one he’d been pining after for years, actually reciprocates his feelings. He picks himself off the pavement to help you find his longboard. He thinks he’ll hang it up somewhere in his apartment later today as a commemoration of this lovely date. And he definitely can’t wait to get home and find out how long it’ll take for you to break underneath him.
a/n 2.0: HI ISN’T HOBI HOBI JUST A DREAM???? i hope you liked this fic 🥺 pls share your thoughts with me💗 my asks and dms are always open 💕 like.....always.... <<3333
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Streamer Eren Headcanon pt 2
`❥ AU: Modern!AU
`❥ Genre: Fluff
`❥ Pairing: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader
`❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, Established relationship, Eren is a dork
`❥ Author Note: You guys loved the first one so much I decided to do it again. Sorry if it isn't as good as the first one, I'm working on other projects at the same time
Eren met you during college and was instantly smitten
You were a foreign student studying abroad
He spent months trying to learn English just to properly talk to you
You finally cave in and go on dates with him because slfkssrlw how could you not when he's that sweet
Having said that, when you're frustrated whilst he streams, to check on you he'll switch over to English.
"Hey pretty girl whats wrong?"
"I can't find the letters for my cross word."
"....Aha lemme see."
He is trying his hardest not to laugh at your cute little scrunched up face as he helps you find the word.
During his charity streams, by popular vote, he lets you do his make up
Despite the stream being 24 hrs long people continue to watch because the interactions are too cute.
" 'Ren stay still."
"It feels moist."
"Never say that again."
"Wait. Babe. I want the thingy on my eyes."
"Thingy?"
"Yeah the sharp shit and the stuff on my lashes."
"Its called wing liner and mascara, Eren."
"Yeah that shit."
"Don't swear. Kids are watching."
"Man fuck them-"
"Yeager."
"....Ahem... sorry."
He is definitely the baddest bitch after you finish <3
Kept the make up on even after the stream finished
He may be a COD player but he does not have toxic masculinity
LOVES how he looks when pampered and whilst he'll never go out of his way to do make up or use your products; if you ever offer he's down
"What that's shit on your face?"
"It's an Indian face mask."
"It looks like throw up."
"Do you wanna try it?"
"Yes."
Once talked shit about braids not hurting that bad.
So the only natural solution was to make a bet
You styled his beautiful long hair into nice and neat cornrows (if you can't braid, take him to the africans)
He couldn't even sit through the procedure, literally got up and left midway through
"Fuck no. I like pain as much as the next guy but hell no."
"Aw baby what wrong? I thought it wasn't that bad."
Went on stream the next day to talk about the experience and why he wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Everyone can tell that your relationship is serious when you accidentally broke his PS5
Like he gets absolutely livid and wants to do nothing more than yell at you
But after seeing your teary eyed expression and your broken apologies in German
He just accepts it and steps completely out of the room to keep from blowing up on you.
It takes a few days and even though you feel completely like shit, you dont bother him
He finally comes around and just holds you tightly
No words or anything
His gesture is enough to let you know he forgives you.
He gets a new one immediately and is more careful when it comes to letting you mess with alone though lmao
Decides to do the little draw my life video and moves people to tears without trying
He thought his trauma was normal pfft
While that gets to people, what really affects his audience is when he get to how you make him feel
"If I can describe Y/n with one word, I'd have to say sunshine. You know that feeling when you've seen nothing but depressing rainstorms for months at a time but just that one day, the sun pokes out and shows that the world isn't so gloomy and bad. It's actually quite beautiful. The sun manages to make those sad raindrops look like diamonds. Thats Y/n to me. She makes the days where I feel at my worst better in every way. "
Eren suffers from a couple mental illnesses which is why he donates to their respected charities
He suffers from ADHD, Depression, and Anger issues.
Now you can't just magically make all of his issues go away but you being around does soothe him in a special way
Not many people can do that and LOTS have tried
But you just manage to get him in ways he cant explain
Even the videos with all of his friends involved, his focus on you
Fans can tell when you guys are not together during streams
Eren's temper is a lot shorter and he pops off quickly.
And of course he just so happens to play "getting over it"
This is one of those times he gets cancelled
Coochie-manz63: wow ur trash
"You're literally someone who hides behind a fucking screen to talk shit but I know if I was in front of you; there would be no exchange because if you so much looked at me wrong, I would have beaten your ass into fucking next year, you dyslexic fucking waste of space. Learn how to goddamn spell before you try to talk shit again."
IloveYEAGGGGER23: Damn..
You ended up being the one to clean up his mess, yet again
"Eren is very sorry for his actions, He understands how his words can be hurtful to others.. Right babe?"
"Huh? Oh um yeah.. My bad ig."
After the apology video, you give Eren one of your famous lectures.
"Eren you can't treat others like that just because you get a little upset. Remember what your therapist said about controlling your temper. You can't just do it when I'm around, you have to do it all the time.
Now Eren loves you to pieces but your lectures just do not help his ADHD mind.
So to shut you up, he does the only thing he knows how
Takes your breath and thoughts away with his passionate kisses.
His pattern is always the same
He pretends to listen, nodding occasionally, stands up and moves closer to you.
Grabs your jaw gently and tips your head back before capturing your lips into a sheering kiss that always leaves you breathless
"What were we talking about?"
"We were just going to get some food."
You're just as weak for Eren as he is for you <3
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Bringing Them Breakfast in Bed (Brothers + Undateables)
LUCIFER:
When you walk in balancing the breakfast tray Lucifer is already sat up in bed checking his D.D.D for any important news from RAD, but his attention is quickly diverted to you. The spread you offer him? Buttered toast, two different types of jam in cute little decorative jars, a full wine glass, and a cup of tea.
"Wine in the morning? What do you take me for," he chuckles putting his phone down. Grinning you tell him that it's just grape juice to which he laughs and accepts the tray from you with a sincere thank you. Finds it incredibly endearing and can't stop smiling - calls you his good girl/boy with a wink. Will definitely put him in a good mood for the rest of the day.
MAMMON:
"For me? All of it? Really?"
Yup!
He's flabbergasted, blinking stupidly with his mouth hanging open as his cheeks redden before eventually catching himself and clearing his throat, putting on his usual bravado. "Well damn, I definitely deserve this huh, being the Great Mammon after all!" Cheeks are still red despite his demeanor change. Takes the tray and starts tucking in with gusto. "Ya gonna help me with this right? Here, I'll feed ya a pancake look--" He does, insisting on feeding it to you by hand and is a happy bubbly fella all morning. Why? Because his human pampered him and he feels s p e c i a l. (Because he is, of course.)
LEVIATHAN:
Shakes off his tiredness in an instant when he realises what you're handing him.
"Is this that Limited Edition Ruri-chan cereal!? WHOOOAAH!" A million thank yous before he takes a million pictures to post on his social media and is loathe to eat it but it looks so good and ohhh man he's caved already and it IS good! You can't help but laugh at him as he eats it with his eyes closed, humming happily. "I can't believe you got these. Just for me? Really? Like, the whole box, you don't want any at all?"
Blushes reaaal hard once it dawns on him how difficult it must have been for you to get and that you made all the effort for him and him only. "What if I feed you a spoonful? They're really good." Blushy blush, hide behind that fringe cutie pie.
SATAN:
"Ohh well well well, what have we here?" A smirk as you hand him his tray. Freezes when he sees what's on his plate and his cheeks redden quickly. You can't help but grin as he just stares. Cat pancakes. Cat-head shaped pancakes with syrupy faces.
"You okay there?"
"I....they're..." He clears his throat and blinks up at you.
"Cute right?" Your grin widens as he nods.
"I don't know if I can eat them..." At his mumbled confession you laugh and plop next to him on the bed, offering to feed them to him which has him blushing more. What can I say, sleepy morning bedhead Satan is easily flustered.
ASMODEUS:
"Oh darling this is amazing! But really all you had to do was show up nude and that would have been all the breakfast I need--"
"ASMO!"
He giggles and licks his lips at the delicious looking spread laid before him. "G A S P, is this GLITTERY JAM!?"
"Yes! Isn't it cool?"
Squeals and tucks in, rolling his eyes in his head. "Oh my gosh it tastes as good as it looks. This would make a good lipstick colour, we should go looking for one later." Uses it as an opportunity to gossip and get a few little flirtatious moves in before the day has even started. Dabbing jam on your nose just to lick it off making you snort with laughter and shove him away.
BEELZEBUB:
Presented with a full English breakfast, a giant stack of pancakes, and orange juice his eyes are the size of saucers as his pupils flick from the food to you.
"What's wrong, handsome?"
"I'm trying to decide what I want to eat more right now - the food or you." Because yes the poor sausage is overwhelmed and gets hard with excitement over all the deliciousness before him. Ends up shoving some egg in his gob followed by a pancake and half of the orange juice before pouncing on you. "Lemme love you!"
"BEEEL-!"
He's grinning and smothering you with breakfasty smooches leaving you a giggling mess.
(Would want to finish his breakfast with you wrapped in his arms after he’s had his way because hugs and food are the best.)
BELPHEGOR:
"I've never seen you eat breakfast so I didn't know what to make you therefore I am serving myself," you say, gesturing to yourself with a flourish.
"Perfect." Instantly grabs you and starts biting and gnawing at you making you erupt in a fit of giggles and try to push him off. "Mmmm human, so delicious!" Keeps going, pinning you down and climbing on top.
"BELPHIE STOP THAT TICKLES." Evil grin plastered on his face, eventually ends the antics with a kiss on your nose. Then bites it.
"Just for future reference though, I love a good omelette. Make me one of those and I'm yours forever."
"You're not already mine forever?"
"No, you suck, make me an omelette." Collapses on top of you so you can't go and make one even if he wasn't just winding you up.
DIAVOLO:
Has a massive grin on his face the moment you set foot in his room, getting even bigger when he sees you've brought food. You serve it professionally, pretending to be Barbatos and making him laugh.
"Your breakfast, young Master."
"Ooo, my birthday must have come early?"
Devours everything eagerly, insisting on sharing with you no matter how much you protested. "Come now, you deserve to taste the fruit of your labours. It's wonderful!" Like a big kid, smothers you with kisses when he's done. "I'll have to think of a proper way to repay you..."
BARBATOS:
Completely taken by surprise - it was usually him that was serving meals after all and here you were up at an even earlier hour than him handing him a breakfast tray? Doesn't know what to say at first, eyes roaming over the food you'd prepared for him until he spots the little flower-shaped strawberries you'd cut for him - something he'd done for you once to cheer you up when you were sick.
"Seeee," you say with a playful nudge as you settle next to him. "I've been learning."
"You have...this looks wonderful, thank you." He leans over to press a delicate kiss to your lips and you mumble a quiet you're welcome against them. The two of you share a rare moment of solitude chatting idly and enjoying each others' company before another busy day at the Palace begins.
SOLOMON:
Eyes you and the food suspiciously. "You trying to poison me again?"
"Dude it was just gone-off milk it wouldn't have killed you. Also that was a whole year ago why are you still holding that against me?"
"Yeah well..." Sniffs it just to be sure then flashes you a playful smile. "I'm just messing. This looks really good - thanks."
Halfway through tucking in: "Y'know I'd offer to return the favour but you'd probably die so I won't bother."
"Yeah please don't," you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Although....what if you were my breakfast next time? Worth a thought," he mused, tapping his spoon against his bottom lip as you rolled your eyes.
SIMEON:
Oh...this is awkward...
You both are bearing breakfast trays intended for the other. Burst into laughter you make your way to his room where you swap trays and tuck in.
"I can't believe this..."
"We're too in tune with each other," Simeon smiles, sipping at his tea.
"Yeah, I guess we are." The food was delicious - heavenly even and you found yourself closing your eyes from pleasure while eating it. "This is amazing, Sims."
"Glad you like it," he replied with a grin. "You've made these eggs perfectly."
"I'll have to make them for you more often."
"I'd like that a lot."
Simeon definitely tries feeding you at one point, laughing sweetly at your eagerness to take it from him.
#obey me#obey me headcanons#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me undateables
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shaw pack as adventure time quotes B)
this is also my first time posting on tumblr and i’m still learning how to use it soooooo don’t kill me pls-
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darlin: i’m also exhausted emotionally…
sam:
darlin: wait no… i mean- i mean physically
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david: no, they’re clones
angel: … what are clones?
david: sigh agroupoforganismsorcellsthatareproducedasexuallyfromoneancestororstocktowhichtheyaregeneticallyidentical
angel: … how did that happen
david: it’s a long story
angel: *smiles* i love long stories
david, done with their shit: GAA
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(headcanon that sweetheart hates kids)
sweetheart: hey kids! *picks one up and drop kicks it*
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(babe and sweetheart snuck into angel and david’s room to find something)
*door slowly opening*
sweetheart: TURN INVISIBLE *cloaks*
babe: i c a n t
sweetheart: well hide then!!
babe: uh- hide wherrrrrrrreeee
angel: i know someone’s in here… i heard someone say where
babe: *paniks and grabs an orange and peels it*
*door opens all the way*
angel: no sign of the intruder-
*babe squeezes orange juice in angel’s eyes*
angel: MY EYES-
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*milo and ash breaks down door after a 911 text from babe and sweetheart*
ash: MATES YOU’RE FREE!!
*babe and sweetheart just playing a board game*
babe: :o they broke the door. the door is broken now
sweetheart: FIX THE DOORRRRRRR
*ash and milo walk in awkwardly*
milo: fix the door?? what??? what? fix the door?! fix what- what’s going on here?? fix the door ash?? what’s going on?? fix the door
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*ash and milo spying on david and angels first date with binoculars*
milo: here he comes! they’re talking
ash: lemme see *grabs binoculars from milo* i can read their lips
ash:
“angel with a high voice”: hey shorty you should pick your boogers and then fart.
“david with a low voice”: you look kinda like a big pink baguette
*milo snatches binoculars*
milo: GET SERIOUS ASH
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ash: it’s just a prank man, for laughs
david: pranks… for laughs… yes of course… just a harmless prank… for laughs… aaaaaa… hAhHahHahaHahahahHahahhHahHhahhHahHha
ash: hahahahahaha
david immediately stops laughing: 12 years suspen-
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milo looking for sweetheart: sweetheart…. sweetheart-
sweetheart uncloaks and jumps on his back: SWEETHEART CHOP *chops his head with their hand* if this was a real attack, you’d be dead
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angel: SWEETHEART AND BABE IF YOU EVER COME TO THIS APARTMENT AGAIN ILL HAVE YOU DOUBLE DIPPED IN GOLDDDDD…. unless i get a written apology
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david: if you only knew what monstrosities that lurk around every corner-
ash who’s in the back seat: *throws rock at david* DARK ARTS
david: RRRRRRRR
ash, milo, and darlin: hehehehehehehehe
david: STOP LAUGHING. YOU’RE STRESSING ME OUT.
*crashes front of the car into a wall*
david: *immediately runs out* SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS WITH THE DARK ARTS *kicks back of car twice* ILL GET YOU DARK ONE. YOU RECKED DAVID SHAW’S MINI VAN *stumbles back into the van* RRRRRR
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*ash accidentally dropped a sandwich that he was extremely proud of*
ash who’s back in the kitchen: ehhhh okay let’s do this. i can make another awesome sandwich! creation realm, inspire me once again!
*looks out window at chimes*
*chimes break and fall*
ash: ō_ō okay
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sam: all these people are so terrified! all scared of their own shadows
darlin: we can rule over them! like gods! *queue deep voice and rubbing hands together* angry gods
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(angel trying to get sweetheart to like kids)
sweetheart: uhhh… uhh… goo.. goo gooo…
*baby smiles*
sweetheart: mmmmm goo- goo goo- ahhhhhh
*baby’s smile fade*
sweetheart: *aggressively pats it* duh- duh- bluhhhh- do- du-
*pats turn into balls of fist*
sweetheart: blululululululullululululul *stops* MMMMMMMMMM PUT YOU IN MY OVEN *aggressively pushes it off their lap and gets up and looks at angel* ITS GROSS
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(ash and david trying to clear out a cave but they’re investigating it first)
*both of them lying on a cliff looking down at all these live skeletons*
ash: *farts*
*fart echos and the skeletons at the bottom hear and see where the two are and start charging
dave: ASH
ash: I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY-
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babe who got kidnapped: 🎵🎵hm hm hm hmm hmm hm hm hm hm hm, broke up dimension you’re breaking my heart, i’m lookin for a broke up boy to break me apart🎵🎵 just kiddin, i got a boy! *pulls up unflattering selfie of ash from wallet*
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angel: woooaaaaaa pshhhh bwooooaaaaaaaaaaaaa pshhhhhh waaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooo pshhhh beoooooooooo pshhh
david who’s been getting slo mo punched for the last hour: stop it
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#redacted asmr#redacted david shaw#redacted davey#redacted asher#redacted milo#redacted darlin#redacted angel#redacted babe#redacted sweetheart#redacted sam#adventure time#incorrect quotes#shaw pack
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Heres a challenge. Pixie/fairy Dabi, or even angel dabi! Something uncharacteristic for his personality xD
Oooh Nons lemme tell you I had a blast with this one. Tickled my brain just write that I was able to just bang this out in a few hours. Gotta give a shout out to @trafalgar-temptress for helping me brainstorm on this. Really helped me get my creative juices flowing juuuuuuuuust right.
ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪
Yandere!Angel!Dabi x F!Reader
Kinks/Warnings: Noncon (implied and groping), imprisonment, kidnapping, nudity
As you can see by the warnings this is dark adult content. Minors DNI.
The first time you had ever seen him, it was next to Shouto and the most striking thing about him was his eyes. Brilliant hued sapphires that were more vivid than the sky. Ethereal almost. But every time thereafter they seemed to glow a little brighter. A little darker. A little less holy in their shine. They were almost too much to look at, blinding as they were bathed in sacred light. Shouto especially. Even his feathers shone almost like mirrors catching and magnifying the moon’s rays until they were searing.
But Touya, his light was more muted. Still bright but easier for your eyes to handle. That should have been a sign to you, for the easier an angel is to look at, the farther from grace he has become. And Shouto’s older brother became easier and easier to watch with every passing meeting. By the time you learned the truth about him it was already far too late.
The first time he saw you, it was hatred that pulsed through him. Always the favored one, you were just one more pretty thing that his brother got to have. Another way that Shouto was “better” than him. Thoughts of murder curled in the front of his mind, watching your broken mortal body fracture beneath his rage until you were nothing but a splintered wreck for Shouto to see. Until he noticed that you looked at him far more than his perfect sibling. That was the single drop of poison that bloomed in the wine, steeping him in more greed, lust and envy than he had ever tasted before.
In a way, you were the final shove to Touya’s fall.
The crashing sound of tumultuous waves against a rocky face was the first thing to greet you when you woke. Brine and breeze drifted in and wrapped around your prone form huddled under a thin blanket. The air was filled with a moan, a mournful howl that seemed to be crying for you as you stirred. You were no longer at home in the safety of your own bed, that was apparent when you drew more into consciousness and found yourself curled on a pile of thick pillows. But the detail that struck to your heart that you weren’t home was what you saw first.
Golden bars inlaid with pearl.
They wove intricately into a gorgeous dome, twisting into a cage to keep you confined as the ocean crashed in the background. Beyond the confines of your prison you could see the open mouth of a cave that you had been tucked away into, one that opened out to face the wide open sea. Even from your spot tucked back in the corner you could tell that it was far too high for you to risk jumping even if you did manage to escape your cage. Your prison should have been a dank, dark and wet place but there were braziers placed in various nooks, burning with holy fire to help sheath the cave in a warmth that kept it cozy.
Lanterns were strung into the roof, also flickering with sacred fire to help ward off the damp. There was even some chairs, a plush rug and an exquisite tapestry strung up on the far rocky wall. Had you not been locked up, silver shackles also twisted around your ankles to further trap you, you might have enjoyed this space as a little hide away from the world. There wasn’t much to do since you were alone and the cage was far too strong for you to force open on your own. So all you could do was wait.
When the sun was sinking beyond the line of the horizon, Touya finally appeared. A dark glee curled in his chest when he saw the sheer look of relief that washed over your face when you caught sight of him. Already he could taste the hope bursting from you, a sweet little treat for him to savor before he got to rip it from your grasping hands. You collapsed against the cage, fingers wrapping against the bars as you peered out at him with teary eyes.
“Touya, I’m so happy it’s you! I don’t know how I got here but I’m glad you found me! You have to get me out of here.”
“Don’t worry, Doll. I’ll let you out.”
Hope was also the thing that blinded you from the wicked glow in his eyes, the slow lap of his tongue across his lips at the thought of you realizing far too late that you were trapped by him when he held you against him. Relief was the next thing that blinded you when he unlocked the cage, completely glossing over the detail that he had the key in his pocket. Touya folded you up into his arms when you collapsed against his chest, sobs wracking your body, feathered wings arching to cover you.
“Shouto must be worried sick!” you muttered into his chest, “How long have I been gone?”
“Two days. He’s losing his mind right now.”
Your face was buried into his chest so you couldn’t see the razor grin that had split across his gorgeous face. For good measure, he cupped a hand to the back of your head, murmuring soft comforting words to you as you quaked in his arms. It was important he savored this. It was going to be the last time for a long while before you would willingly touch him again.
“Please take me home…”
Touya chuckled darkly, “Awww you don’t like it here?”
He watched you lift your tear stained face up, staring up at him with bewildered eyes. A thumb swiped gently at the stroke of your cheekbones before hooking down to trail along your jaw. Confusion mottled your expression before the first prick of fear flickered in your eyes. The way your mouth hung open made him want to kiss you breathless, crush you to him until you were pounding at his chest to let you go and even then go further.
“No! Why would I want to stay here in a cage?!”
“But you look so pretty in there, Dollface.”
The dark angel captured your wrists in his hands as you started to back away from him, hauling you closer. Fear burst even brighter in your eyes, your whole form quaking in his grasp. The sight made his cock twitch, breath panting ragged from his lips as you squirmed.
“T-Touya? This isn’t funny! Take me home.”
“Sorry babes. This is your home now.” the way all the hope withered in your eyes when you realized he was your captor had his blood running hot, “Poor little Shouto is just going to have to do without.”
Touya dipped his dark head down before he started leaving scorching hot kisses to your exposed neck. You trembled and thrashed but you just did not have the strength to break free of him. Just how he liked it. Roughly he whipped you around and pulled you back to chest against him, hooking his left arm around your arms to imprison them behind your back. A whimper escaped you as his free hand closed over your neck in a warning grip before sliding slowly down towards your collarbones.
“St-stop it! Touya, please!”
“God’s not here, sweetheart. So you don’t have to pretend to be so pure and innocent now. I saw the way you kept your eyes on me more than Shouto. He was too bright. Too pure for you to handle. Fact is, you craved a bit of darkness didn’t you?” he whispered wickedly into your ear, a hand groping at your right breast through the silky shift you were clad in, “My brother doesn’t deserve you and I’ve decided that I’m going to keep you. You’re mine now.”
A finger and thumb pinched your nipple through the silken fabric, pulling a choked cry from your throat. A rock hard cock rutted against the curve of your backside, summoning up his own groan of pleasure. At first he had wanted to steal you away from perfect little Shouto, the shining son, out of spite. To take away one of the things he wanted the most and wreck you. But the more time went on, the more Touya wanted you for himself. Why break such a delicious creature when he could just take you and keep you? It would stroke the wicked green eyed devil that had started to grow within his chest and also lash out the prodigal son.
“Touya please don’t do this!” you begged, a loud moan escaping you when his hand shot down to rub against your clit, “Ah-! Please! I-I won’t tell anyone if you let me go-”
The sounds of your begging unleashed a clash of emotions in him. On the one hand, hearing your voice break and plead him made his dick twitch against the curve of your ass. It was a delicious little sound and he wanted to hear more from you. But it also sparked a deep rage in him. Touya went through all of this trouble, stealing some of Heaven’s prized metal work to fashion a cage for you here. Spent months scoping out the perfect place to keep you so you couldn’t escape and no one could find you. He had even taken the extra steps to try and make it comfortable.
“Ingrateful whore.” he snarled, tearing open your shift to bare your form to the seaside air. Any trace of gentleness he had shown before evaporated when he shoved you face first against the side of the gilded cage, “Take a good long look at this cage. Because this and me is the closest you’ll ever get to those pearly fucking gates again.”
You wondered where it had all gone wrong. Wondered how he could do something so awful to you and his brother. He was an angel, one of the holy ones, it wasn’t supposed to be this way at all. Shouto made it easy for you to forget that they could fall just like anyone else. That they could be fallible and prone to corruption.
Afterall, every demon is an angel that’s fallen from grace.
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The Bold and The Honk: Ler!George Lee!Karl
With a brief Ler!Quackity, Ler!Dream and Ler!SapNap
ALL PLATONIC
Author Notes: Sorry this took a bit longer than I thought it would! But it's finally here!!!
Words: 3314
WARNINGS: Swearing, I think that's it let me know if you think something else should be a warning.
SUMMARY: George is in a rather big Ler mood and is desperate to wreck someone. Lucky for him there are four others in the Feral household and so his search for a lee begins.
It was a rather ordinary day in the feral boys household each man was doing something rather independently. Dream was taking his fifth nap of the day though it was only noon. SapNap was editing in his office. Quackity was practicing making a few different dishes for a cooking stream they all had planned for later in the week and Karl was assisting him. That left George.
He was supposed to be working on his most recent video for his seemingly neglected YouTube channel but he just couldn’t get up the momentum he needed in order to focus. His mind was far too busy putting him in a very interesting mood. He watched his own fingers tap away at the keys and couldn’t help but imagine the squeaks and giggles it would make rather than its ‘click clack’ if it were a person beneath his fingers instead.
He leaned back in his chair, fingers running through his already messy hair. This only made him think of Karl and how he’d melt if someone lightly scratched his head. A fond smile crossed his lips. Living among the four other men he’d grown accustomed to the various and constant forms of affection. If any of them wanted a specific affection such as to cuddle there was always another Feral around to ensure they were helped and happy.
Gogy’s mind wandered back to tickling and how much it meant to the five of them. If ever one of them was in need of cheering up or just a smile this was a much favored method to get the crew back into a chipper mindset. Occasionally one of them would even ask to be on the receiving end and the friends would oblige with no questions. George was in the opposite mood however. He wanted to be on the giving end of things right now. He felt as though he needed it.
George was rarely one to be in a lee mood. He was often neutral until one of the others was under attack, then he’d join the offensive. Right now though, he was far from neutral, he was completely in a ler mood and ready to wreck someone. He trudged his way down the hall to Dream’s room and poked his head in the door. The green hooded man had clearly just woken up, his hair was tousled and his eyes were struggling to stay open. George tapped lightly on the door. Looking up Dream groaned jokingly “Ewwww what do you want?”
“I need you to help me with a certain mood I’m in?”
“What mood exactly?”
George stepped into the room until he was next to Dream “I’m in a ler mood and I really wanna tickle someone. You’ll help me right, Dreamy?” He poked his friend in the side.
“Absolutely nahahat! I just woke up! Go awahay!” The green one giggled and gave George a playful shove towards the door. George moved over to him again and ruffled his already messy hair with a grin.
“Fine sleepyhead, but don’t come to me with your next lee mood. I won’t be nice about it.”
“Whatever just get outta here dumbass.” Dream chuckled, swatting the offending hand away.
George decided to leave and continue his search for his next victim. Next he checked with Sap who was content at his desk. He leaned over the man’s shoulder. “Saaappppp” he whined.
“Geeoorrrggggeeeee” Sapnap mockingly whined back. “What’s up Gogs?”
“Can you help meee?”
“With what? Be specific.” Sap chuckled, eyes on the screen. George placed his hands on the ravenette’s sides, who tensed and smiled.
“I wanna tickle someone, like wreck them.”
“I’m editing go tickle Dream!” He playfully swatted Gogy’s hands away.
“He’s just woken up and won’t let me.”
“Then try Quackity.”
“He’s cooking.”
“Then tickle Karl, you know he loves it.” Sap giggled and pushed his friend towards the door “We can’t all procrastinate Gogs, I need to finish this video.” The door closed on him, Sap had returned to editing.
Editing had its own kind of fun but nothing would entertain the streamer the way his friends’ reactions did. SapNap was the proudest of the bunch, always holding out on laughing for as long as possible and will deny any compliments till the bitter end. Would have been an excellent target.
Dream was a screamer, his constant wheezing and endless sass made him an interesting lee to say the least. He always claimed to hate being tickled but the word ‘stop’ seemed to leave his vocabulary at the smallest poke. Unfortunately he was still drowsy and as such off the list.
Quackity was an involuntary fighter, the kind you have to pin a bit if you don’t wanna get punched or kicked. His hysterical laughter is always filled with a sailor’s worth of swearing no matter how much fun he’s having. George didn’t feel like getting potentially injured though. Another lee bites the dust.
Karl, on the other hand, was pure gold. The most ticklish, easily flustered by compliments and teasing but also not too embarrassed to admit that he loves the affectionate bonding that was tickling. His laughter was always full of cute noises like hiccups and snorts. But above all, since he enjoyed it, he was the one of George’s friends who could last the longest. Perfect.
Sir Not Found made his way to the basement, the Feral Cave as they all called it. With large sofas for streaming console games together and a large kitchen for cooking streams like the one Quackity was currently preparing for. Karl was presently attempting to flip an omelet and failing miserably.
“Oi! It’s a wild Gogy! In my kitchen!? The fuck is this!?” Quackity announced George’s arrival.
“Hey George! Wanna watch me pop off? I’m the omelet flipping champion.” Karl boasted and Quack rolled his eyes.
“You’ve dropped that same egg blob like five times, good thing no ones gonna eat it, they’d die on the first bite.” Quack told him.
George, who hadn’t said a word, walked into the kitchen and behind Karl. He slipped his arms around his friend’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.
“Uhhuh George?” Karl’s tone was nervous and giddy. “Everything okay?”
George decided not to beat around the bush “I’m in a terrible ler mood. Lemme tickle you?” He gently poised his hands on Karl’s sides.
Karl froze and his cheeks turned red “Wh-What? How can you just ask that?” The room was already filled with his nervous giggles. He tensed in George’s hold, anticipating an attack. “B-Besides I’m helping Quack right now.”
“Oooh Karl’s in trouble Gogy’s in his bold arc!” Quackity teased. “You can have him Gogs, he’s a terrible sous chef anyway!”
“Hey!” Karl protested.
“Pleeaaasssseee Karl?” George tightened his hold, effectively hugging the other man who slightly melted into his arms.
“Oh fu-honk, okay. Please just-“ he was cut off as he was promptly thrown over George’s shoulder and carried towards the couches. His sweater paws now covered his face. He let out a yelp as he was plopped onto the sofa.
“Damn Gogy, you’re down bad. Must be one hell of a ler mood. Karl you’re so fucked” Quackity called from across the room.
Karl was far too giggly to respond. He covered his face and squirmed as George sat on his waist. “I don’t know where this mood came from. I just really needed to wreck someone. I tried Sap but he’s editing and told me to ask Karl because Karl. Loves. Being. Tickled. So. So. Much.” If there were any doubt that Karl was blushing before there was no room for argument now, with each word George poked Karl in the ribs, sending him into a giggle fit full of squeaks as his face flushed red.
“Sahahap is duhuhumb.” Karl offered.
“Mm-hm, and you’re ticklish! Now where’s that adorable laughter Karl? Please don’t keep me waiting. Your face has gone red you’re like a raspberry!” George reminded him by tasering his sides, earning a squeal. “Any specific requests from our little web star i-Karlee?”
Karl was in tease hell. When did George come up with a nickname like that!? His blush began to spread up to his ears and he made a series of flustered sputters as he tried to form words. He shook his head no.
“So I can just go for it?”
Karl nodded.
“Do you want me to start slow or wreck you? Your face is getting darker, how cute! Is that red Quackity? I need help confirming since I’m colorblind” George wiggled his fingers in the air.
More sputters left Karl’s lips. When did Gogy get so good at teasing? “I-I do-don’t” he squealed again as his sides were tasered once more.
“That’s not an answer~”
“J-Juhuhust” Karl tried to think through his giggles. He would die if this teasing continued. Unsure if he could handle being wrecked immediately he chose what he thought was the safer option. “Slohohow fihihirst”
“Aww~ anything for you i-Karlee!” George started by lightly scratching along his friend’s lower belly.
“Nahahaha!” Karl covered his mouth and snorted.
“Oh~ how adorable, you sound just like techno! Do it again!” George scratched around Karl’s navel.
“George NOHO!” He squealed and kicked his legs out behind the ravenette above him. Trying his best to not snort again he grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to muffle the noise.
“Now now, don’t hide from me Karl. You’ll only make it worse~” he teased and pinched along Karl’s lower rib, just enough to make him let go of the pillow. Karl snorted again as George returned his attention to his navel.
“Oh? Does this little piggy have a ticklish button? This one here?” He poked his finger inside and wiggled it around.
A small cackle resounded from the brunette “NAHAHA dohohoHOHOnt!” He whined and squirmed left to right.
“I believe the rhyme goes whee whee whee whee all the way home Karl” wriggling digits spidered up Karls sides and ribs, right to his armpits. Arms snapped down as bubbly laughter filled the air. “Do you think this is a good home for them?”
“OHOHOUT! G-GEHEHET OUT! NOHOHAHAHA” Karl bucked up and down trying to wrench the attacking fingers from his hallows.
“I’d love to but it seems as though I’m stuck here. What am I to do Karl? You’ve trapped me.”
“SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN” Karl pleaded and snorted once more his face scrunched.
“Alright but you’ll have to lift your arms if I do~” Gogy warned him but slowed down to give his friend a breather.
Very hesitant arms lifted to free George's hands. As promised Gogy removed his hands from Karl’s armpits and began scanning for his next target. Karl took deep breaths and closed his eyes as he giggled and rubbed away the phantom tickles.
“Would you like to play a little game i-Karlee?”
“Whahat kind ohohof game?” He blushed at the nickname.
“It’s simple really, you keep your arms up as I count your ribs. If you snort I start over, If you bring your arms down that’s ten seconds of tickling on your worst spot.”
“You’re evil”
“That’s not a no Karl~”
“Sh-shut up”
“Is that a yes?”
“I… I mean-... It’s more of a…”
“Arms uuup~ up, up ,up.” George coaxed him and smirked.
Karl’s arms betrayed him as he felt his head rest on his hands, his arms up and behind his head. He knew he’d never made it through this counting game before without his arms coming down. He knew it was a trap and yet he couldn’t help the anticipatory giggles that poured from his mouth.
“Wow you must be in a lee mood if you’re being this obligatory. I’m honored.”
Karl avoided eye contact, his blush returning.
“Awww~ I knew he’d be willing to help you George” Sapnap’s voice came from the kitchen where he was now helping Quackity clean. “Karl loves to be tickled.”
“Is that what all the noise is?” A still half-awake Dream fumbled down the stairs and flopped onto his beanbag chair that was just out of view of their stream setup. Karl’s hands moved back to covering his face.
“It certainly is Dream! He’s helping me with my Ler mood.” Gogy supplied.
“Aww~ How sweet of him. Oh my god, look at how red he is.” He scoffed, “Since he loves to be tickled so much it’s a win win. Having fun Karl?” Dream chuckled and watched the two from afar. The glint in his eye made Karl nervous again.
“Now where were we?” George returned his attention to a very flustered Jacobs “Ah yes~ Put those arms back up, please.”
A tiny squeak and the raising of arms was all Gogy needed to begin. He started at the top rib, knowing that, when it came to his ribs, Karl’s were more ticklish the lower they were. Karl gave a surprised squeal and began to wiggle around, his arms already threatened to drop.
“Oooonnneee~ stay still for me okay i-Karlee?”
“i-Karlee? Really George” Sap laughed “that’s so dumb.”
“Twooo~ such a pretty laugh”
“Karl seems to like it~” Quackity chimed in.
“Threeeee~! You’re changing color again. Is it magic?”
“Aww does little Jacobs love his new nickname?” Dream added to the verbal assault.
“SHUT THE HONK UP” Karl was losing it. All of his friends' teasing was getting to him far more than the actual tickling. “Plehehehease! You buhuhunch of nihihimrods! I’m gohohonna dihihiie”
“That’s not very nice Karl!” George smirked as he continued counting ribs silently “you should apologize~”
Karl shook his head no. He knew what he was getting into.
“Oh? Feeling sassy all of a sudden?”
“You gonna take that from a lee George?” Dream instigated, ignoring the slow rise of butterflies in his own stomach. The tickling stopped.
“What are you dohohoing?” Karl gave nervous glances to both of them. He’d expected to be wrecked, not ignored.
“Apologize or you’ll be punished” George told him.
“Try me” Karl taunted.
“Oh I’m not going to tickle you into apologizing, quite the opposite actually.”
“What? How does that-?”
“If you don’t apologize no one gets to tickle you for a week. Even if you ask.”
“That’s just evil Gogy you know Karl can’t go a day without a lee mood” Sapnap added.
“Holy shit, Gogy’s villain arc!? Ooohhh you better apologize Karl~” Quackity watched them with excitement.
“Well what’s it gonna be?” George looked at Karl again “say sorry and I’ll wreck you properly” wiggling fingers hovered over Karl’s lower ribs.
“O-okay I’m sorry.” Karl hid his face again “please tickle me” he squirmed in place. A flood of adoring comments from the other four men filled his ears. Karl’s face returned to a lovely shade of red as he sputtered and giggled.
“Aww he even said please, now you gotta ruin him good Gogs.” Quackity laughed.
“I intend to. You three help me a bit?” George ignored Karl’s giggly protests “don’t tickle him, just tease.”
The trio grinned and gathered around. Sapnap was behind Karl, arms around his waist. Dream was on his beanbag he’d dragged over beside the couch. Quackity was laying on the back of the sofa. George, in front of Karl, positioned his hands on the brunettes knees.
“Ready Karl?” George asked him in a teasy tone but wanted to make sure he wasn’t crossing a line.
Pulling his hood over his eyes, giggling frantically, Karl nodded. A shriek was caught in his laughter as it began. George kneaded the spot above each knee and scribbled beneath them whenever the chance arose. He grinned at the bubbly laughter filled the air, mixed with snorts and cackles. Now this was the kind of lee interaction he’d needed.
“Awwww, how cute your knees are so sensitive~” SapNap cooed directly into his ear.
“How is your laughter so sweet Karl. I literally don’t understand how it can be so endearing” Quackity chimed in from his perch. George was currently kneading Karl’s sides making the younger squeal in lighthearted protest. Tears of mirth streamed down his cheeks.
“Better not let the fans see you blush like this Karl~” Dream chuckled “They’d lose their shit. Imagine Karl can’t open social media without see everyone saying how adorable he is~”
Another shriek pierced the air as hands squeezed Karl’s hips on rapid fire. Karl leaned back into Sapnap to avoid bucking away from the touch. Sap chuckled and blew gently on his ears, not touching him but it tickled Karl just enough to make him scrunch up his shoulders and kick out his legs a bit.
All the while Dream and Quackity continued to ruffle Karl’s hair and showered him with teasing words and praise. “Aww was that a snort Karlos~”
“You look like you’re loving this Karl~”
Karl’s struggling car to a stop and he melted into the sofa and Sap’s embrace. His mind was really foggy but he knew he was happy. He felt safe even in moments like this because he knew his friends would never take it too far. Three people teasing as one wrecked him physically was a new but welcomed experience for the lee. After another couple of minutes the tickling was only a gentle skittering across his neck, making him melt as he caught his breath,
“I think I’m satisfied, how about you Karl? Did you get your fill?” George checked.
“Uhuhuh just ohohone more tihihing?” Karl giggled shyly.
A flood of awes filled the air, making him hide his face once again.
“And what would that be?~” George paused for an answer.
“R-Raspberries” A familiar heat arose to his features.Due to keeping his face in his sweater paws Karl missed the mischievous grins and looks that passed between the other four. A silent plan formed.
“What!? Gogy forgot your raspberries? How rude, don’t worry I’ve got your back Karl.~” Sap said into his ear. Karl knew exactly what that tone was and barely had time to speak before a raspberry was blow onto his neck by Sapnap.
“SAHAHAP WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?”
“Oi! Look what you’ve done Nappitus!” Quackity was using his chef voice again “You’ve upset Karl and made ’im sweah! You should know his favorite spot is right ‘ere!” With that he blew a raspberry upon Karl’s ribs.
“QUAHAHAHCK STAHAHAHAP” Karls shriekd but made no attempt to escape.
“You’re doing it wrong it’s riiight here~” Dream took in a huff of air.
Karl’s hands shot down from his face just in time to see his roommates’s lips reach his side “DREHEHEAM NOHOHOOOO- ACK” His whine was cut off by a yelp and a flood out loud, bright laughter. Dream smirked and continued.
“Now, now we should all know that Karl’s belly is his favorite~” George had to speak loudly to be heard over the symphony of sensations that were currently driving poor Karl insane. Karl squirmed and sputtered half hearted protests as George leaned down and took in a large breath. The vibrations sent a shock through Karl’s core and left him laughing silently. A chorus of raspberries on his four worst yet favorite spots was causing him to feel exhausted. Noticing this his quartet of lers each gave him one last raspberry before helping him rub away the phantom tickles. They all hugged him and showered him with praise for holding out.
“Thahahahat was mehehean” Karl giggled and hiccuped in the pile of an embrace.
“Was it too much?” George asked, a bit worried. Karl blushed and shook his head no.
“Did you love it Karl~?” Dream chided. Karl nodded, sweater paws covering his face.
“Awwww~ Karlos~” Quackity hugged him a bit tighter.
“Sh-shut up” Karl couldn’t hide the grin in his voice and the group laughed together. They stayed piled up for a while but eventually Dream and Quackity wandered off leaving Sapnap stranded under George and Karl who had managed to fall asleep on top of him.
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ATEEZ Reaction To: Having a wet dream about you
yourusernames: Omg can I request ATEEZ reaction to having a wet dream about their friend? (Who would start developing a crush, who would want to have a one night stand and who wouldn't care at all?) Thanks!!
A/N: These reactions are based solely off of what I think they’d do, I am in no way, shape or form, telling you that this IS how the members would handle this scenario. Like shit, I dunno the guys :/. This is a gender neutral reader reaction btw :)
(This is very explicit, you have been warned!!!)
Hongjoong ♡:
• It felt like the actual thing
• Your lips; sweet like pink lemonade and eyes staring into his with a soft sparkle that originated from his bedside lamp
• but what felt more real than anything was you
• Your scent, your taste
• Your touch...
• It was all overwhelming in the sense that he found himself breaking out of his dreaming state, breath heavy as if he’d been sprinting for hours, and a lusty sheen screening his mind from acting with any sense of rationality
• He was horny horny, dawg 💀
• I feel for that man, it’s tough...
• He could already tell that he had an...accident, before he pushed the duvet off his body due to registering the last couple twitches of his restricted cock in his shorts
• No wonder he could ‘feel’ everything so well
• He wasn’t able to sleep the rest of the night.
• Couldn’t help but begin to feel a crush blossom for you
• As y’all already know, the man gets attached to the ones he spends the most time with
• You’re no exception
• Would end up telling you about his feelings. It was eating him up inside to keep it to himself
Seonghwa ♡:
• He has no right looking this good, dawg. It literally makes me so mad lmao
• Lemme lick your face, I bet it tastes like expensive concealer and everything I’ll never have >:}
• Anywhore
• He felt feverish, even inside his dream
• It was odd; he could feel you, but he couldn’t feel you. He remembers the surreal sensation of warmth under his palms as he grabbed onto your bare ass whilst you bounced you on top of him, panting hard and clutching at his damp hair to pull his head back
• He groaned, and just as he went to switch positions, he was snapped out of his dream
• Was like “Fuckin pardon?” when he realised where he was; his empty bed, alone in his own room, no sign of you
• Frowned, pushing the covers off of him because dawg, he was heating up OwO
• Then realised the large wet spot at the front of his sweatpants
• “What the...”
• Was never the same™
• Everytime he saw you, he couldn’t help but feel that same heat in his hands, and he felt guilty about it.
• Didn’t know how to approach you about it at all. What was he supposed to say?
• “I nutted in my pants because I dreamt about doing the dirty with you”
• Just wouldn’t bring it up
• Good chance he’d catch feelings. Seonghwa builds bonds with the people he knows, it’s very easy to tell that when he cares, and he would care dearly for you. Once the chance that anything intimate between you two arises, I’m sure he’d begin to think of you romantically once you’re shown in said light.
Yunho ♡:
• Now wouldn’t a flustered Yunho be a sight? Damn...
• He loved looking down at you
• The way you smiled at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling his bare chest into yours as you whispered how good he felt inside you, cooing out words of praise and encouragment
• It was hazy, but he can still vaguely remember how you kissed him so sweetly. How your fingers smoothed his bangs away from his eyes, and how you moaned into his ear softly with each thrust
• It was only when you cupped his cheeks and spoke, did you break him out of his dream;
• “Wake up.”
• His eyes shot open
• Only a blue ceiling stared back
• “Mmm...?” Yunho sits up and rubs his eyes roughly, already aware of the blush that paints his cheeks and nose because he can feel the heat in his face
• Said ‘What the fawk 😃’ when his brain caught up with what he just experienced, as well as the stickiness that clung to his inner thighs when he moved to go get some water
• This bitch was contemplating his whole life after that
• Is ‘UwU’ with you from then on cuz a babie caught butterfwies ;(
• Rlly bad at hiding his feelings lol, you’d catch on eventually
Yeosang ♡:
• It was messy, to say the least
• Kitchen island sex? Yup :D
• The dream wasn’t at all put into play with any sense. You guys were just... in the kitchen, when you confessed your feelings and made a move on him
• A deep kiss mixed with the pounding of nervous hearts all put Yeosang in a fever outside of his dream
• “Say you like it,” You panted, using the hand on the back of his head to push his forehead against yours while the other kept you from laying onto the island
• “I like it.. Fuck, I like it”
• “Yeah?” His hips stutter when you clench your walls around him, and in turn, he lets out a choked-off gasp
• “Y一Oh my god一Yeah...”
• Damn... he was FEELING it lmao
• Funny thing is that he slept throughout the entire dream and woke up only when his foot did a little mid-sleep spasm
• Stared at the wall while frowning for soooooo fucking long
• Whole time he said ‘ya know wot, that’s real interesting 🤔’
• Then was like “Prolly just horny 😃. oh well, time to change my underwear”
• And that’s what he chalked it up to in the end. Would maybe make a joke about it to you next time y’all hung out if he’s feeling loose enough and doesn’t mull over it for too long
San ♡:
• HEATHEN
• Hold on, lemme get a half-assed feel for the man... yes... mm-hm... ah, I see... OK!
• So, from what I can tell, San would distance himself from you slightly. Maybe.
• That night, as he lie in his bed, breath coming faster with each motion that went on in his head, he saw you in a way that he never thought would happen.
• Skin, slick with sweat and eyes like burning coals as they focused on him. There wasn’t much to remember before it was already fading, but he could still make out how much his stomach lept and spun, heart oh-so thunderous in his chest. Whatever you did with him in the dream... it sparked something inside him.
• San was in a daze as he woke up, his body not quite cooperating with him when he tried to sit up, and instead, falling limp with the next couple of attempts.
• WHEN I TELL YOU THE SOUL WAS SUCKED FROM THIS MAN AISDIUBFADEBI-
• Really just stared into space with the look of a dead man
• What did he do when he finally saw you again?
• ✨ pretend he didn’t see shit ✨
• Not the masked uncomfort-
• Depending on whether you’re one for confrontation, he might just cave if you press him about his weird behavior enough, but be fast, because I’m sure he could push his feelings down succesfully if he tried hard enough.
Mingi ♡:
• Dude... the fucking happiness of the dream...
• Silly giggles when you’d accidentally bonk eachother while switching posititons, bright smiles when you stared at eachother after a long time, random compliments, and nothing too serious that you couldn’t find playfulness in. Even when you’d both stop smiling to let out small moans and feel the moment together, it was always lighthearted.
• FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK IM SO ANGRY-
• It was some shit you’d see at the sundance ;(
• Then he woke up-
• You were the first and only thing he thought about as he gained conciousness. He wanted you... you, you, you, just you.
• He’d never wanted anything so bad. A sudden longing that made a lump form in his throat and an overwhelming feeling of how much he’s always wanted you.
• So, like Mingi does, he strived for that goal >:D
• He made an effort to see you as many times as he could and whenever you were free to hang out. And finally, one night when you both lie in his bed and gazed thoughtlessly at the ceiling, he told you.
• “I had a dream about you, you know.”
Not me basically making a summary of a could-be fic-
Wooyoung ♡:
• Now believe it or not, this bitch is hard for me to get a grasp on. All I can say with confidence is that he has the sex appeal of a milf stripper and is kinda stubborn-
• Hmm.... bothered.
• That is the feeling it would pull from him.
• Hungry; frequent patterns of warm breath against sweat-slicked skin, mumbled curses past wet lips, nails dug into his stomach deep enough to draw blood yet barely acknowledged through animalistic films over both your eyes, and teeth furrowed into the flesh of his shoulder as you scratched at the blank canvas of his back.
• It was all raw sexual aggression from both sides. So much so, that you both practically fought during it.
“I hate you. I hate you like you don’t even know, Wooyoung,” You speak, breathless, and reach up to weave both fists into his hair, “I love you so much that I fucking... hate you.”
• Then...
• Gone.
• Just like that, the dream was replaced with the sight of familiar bedroom walls as Wooyoung opened his eyes, a sigh escaping past his lips when he finally pieced things together.
• “As if I wasn’t already stressed enough...,” He murmurs, staring down at the new stain on his sweatpants.
• From that point on, it’s a new habit for Wooyoung to catch sight of you and keep his gaze there; just staring when you’re not looking, and feeling terrible afterwards. He feels like he violated you somehow, and with that ball of dread in his stomach whenever he sees you, he becomes distant.
• It’s not catching feelings so much as it is a new desire.
Jongho ♡:
• Jongho, Jongho, Jongho... whatever will we do with you?
• Upfront about it, surprisingly.
• He caught feelings. How could he not when you’re one of the most breath-taking people he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing?
• That face of yours, along with your voice so soft and encouraging in his ears, was enough for him to cave.
• “Just like that, baby... Just like that.”
• He doesn’t even remember the details of the dream. Just your words and kisses, which still make the touched skin of his body heat with excitement whilst he blinks down at his hands.
• He clenches them; one, twice, then lets them fall back to his sides. He doesn’t need to look into his pants to know that he’s soiled himself.
• He feels kinda... empty? After the dream. Lmao just as exhausted as San was, really, but both at the fluttering his heart when he thinks of you, and the dream itself, so cleans himself up real quick before going back to sleep.
• The fluttering doesn’t go away the next morning.
• So... he tells you :D
• As soon as you walk through the door, holding a bag of snacks and drinks for preparation to crash at Jongho’s apartment for a little bit, he sits you down on the couch, much to your confusion at the serious face he has.
• “I know that this kind of thing can ruin friendships and I don’t want that. At all. But, I had a... dream, about you last night and now I can’t really stop thinking about you...”
• Not the pounding of his heart making him dizzy :*
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