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archernarbeta · 1 year

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For all the moments

✴︎ pairing : Chanyeol x Reader

✴︎ genre : domestic!au, idol!chanyeol, editor!reader, angst, fluff, comfort, yearning

✴︎ summary : For all the moments, you were always by his side. For all the moments, he was always next to you.

✴︎ warning : none, maybe mild cursing but nothing else!

✴︎ word count : 4.2K

✴︎ author’s note : hii! It’s archie! This one has been hanging out on my drafts for way too long and I finally decided it’s time to take it out! Anyways, this fic was initially for Baekhyun but I felt that the scenario fits better with Chanyeol. I was highly inspired by EXO-SC’s Jet-lag and Kyungsoo’s recent birthday party where he sang Beautiful Day! I hope you enjoy this one and feel free to leave feedback or comments! likes are also much appreciated ♥

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The loud drizzling sounds of rain hitting your apartment window can’t help but stir you up from your deep slumber. What the hell, you thought, rubbing your eyes a little to wash away your sleepiness. The clock beside your bedside table reads 3.40am, the timing indicates that it’s too early for anyone to be awake at the moment. The sky kept rumbling, with thunders flashing every minute and you groaned at the sight of the storm rolling in front of you. Being woken up from a storm was one thing but being awake without your husband, was another thing. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep again so you grabbed your phone to check if Chanyeol had landed in Seoul from his recent work trip from Paris.

Notifications 02.30am KST Yeol: > Babe? > I just landed with the worst weather ever! > I can't wait to see you > I missed you so much :(( Read 03.43am KST

Being married for 2 years to one of the most famous idol in Korea, you were accustomed to his busy schedule. Flying out here and there to attend concerts, award shows, photoshoots and prestigious events was part of the job. With you working as a fashion editor, his daily agenda was not out of the ordinary for you. The difference only being the fact that he works under the limelight, but you don’t—not that you mind at all. Nevertheless, both of you made it work. It was too easy to understand how it feels to work under a tight schedule without any time to breathe. You with your never-ending deadlines and meetings, and him with his idol life.

However, dating him for 6 years and being married to him for three, being away from him never gets easier.

You zoned out for a while before a loud thud distracted your attention, followed by your bedroom door clicking open. Your husband was finally home, his tall frame resting against the door with a huge grin on his face. Even with the minimal lighting of your bedroom, you could make up the bags under his sparkling eyes and the sight made you frown.

“Hii honey,” his voice soft as ever, “I missed you so much..”

You sat up beaming at him while reaching out, welcoming him with open arms. He took a step closer to the bed, engulfing your sleepy figure. You replied with a small ‘hello’ as you melted into his hug. You really can’t help but wonder how he’d smell so nice after a long-haul flight, but nevertheless, you love inhaling his scent that brings you nothing but comfort.

“How long have you been awake? The storm must’ve woken you up.” His voice was laced with worry.

You held his cheeks with your hands and he practically melt under your touch,

“Not too long ago.”

“Please quickly shower and join me in bed, huh? Pretty please…” you pouted at his tired state.

“Anything for you, baby. Give me a while and I’ll join you as soon as possible!”

He didn’t close the door as he showered, not that you’d mind, at this point you were too sleepy to even think of peeking. As the water ran down on his back, he unconsciously kept you awake by chatting with you. He really couldn’t help that he missed his wife so much.

“Babe, do you have plans tomorrow?”

“No? Not that I could think of…I might drop by the studio and the office tomorrow morning but other than that, I don’t think I’ll be booked the whole day. Are you going somewhere tomorrow?”

“The office? Isn’t tomorrow like..Saturday? Is Saerim giving you a hard time? What about the interns? They’re not helping you enough? Are you working too hard again?” He rambled on with concern with a raised voice as the running water muffled his voice.

“I- Uh..” you stammered, “Yeol, I t-told you work is fine” you quipped. The sound of the water subsided as a tall figure emerged from the bathroom. Chanyeol dried his hair, ruffling the soft brown locks with a towel as he frowned at your response. He knew you were having a hard time at work and had asked you to quit a thousand times by now. Even without the math, anyone would know that his pay would be enough for the both of you to live comfortably.

You looked at your golden-retriever husband in the eye, “So where are you going tomorrow?”

A thing about Chanyeol is that he’d waive things out so easily, as easy as shifting the conversation to another topic and he won’t go back to pester the elephant in the room.

At your question he blinks a few times, “Would you mind if I take a day out tomorrow with the boys? Baek said he needed some pointers for his upcoming solo album and Junmyeon-Hyung had things to discuss for the group.” He scratched the back of his head.

“But that is…if it’s okay with you?” he nervously asked.

“That’s okay, babe…” you half yawned, sleep lulled you once again as you tried snuggling inside the comforter,

“I really don’t mind”, the drowsiness took you as the soft satin sheets came in contact with your skin. He smiled at the sight as he returned the towel to its place. Chanyeol didn’t take long to join you in bed, cuddling you in his arms.

After his hectic schedules and weeks without holding you, being beside you was the perfect medicine to charge his tired form. He sighed, relieving all his weariness before the slumber took him out.

He knew, this was home.

You, were home.

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Morning came faster than you’d like. The rain from last night hadn’t stopped, raindrops trickling on your high-floor apartment as the sky was still dark as ever. Beside you, a tired giant, possessively hugging you amidst his sleep. You giggled at this grown-up man’s clingy behaviour. Chanyeol will always be the cutest, ever.

You blamed your body clock for waking up so early on a Saturday, especially on this dreading Saturday.

With a little struggle, you free yourself from Chanyeol’s hold and tiptoed to the kitchen. It was just 6.00am but you quickly prepared breakfast for the both of you and salad, for Chanyeol just in case he wants a light lunch.

As you sipped your coffee, last night’s conversation went through your head. He knew you had troubles at work, he had plans and you said you were okay, you didn’t mind.

You internally sighed because mind you did.

You were far from okay.

Because even though you’d hate to admit it, you’d love to have him for yourself. In fact, you have missed him so much these past few weeks that it physically hurts.

But no.

You had work.

Your useless-piece-of-a-shit-partner Yoon Saerim, will probably taunt you if you don’t come up with a better concept for this month’s pictorial. So even though you miss being around your ball of sunshine more than you’d like to admit, fate was just not in your favour this Saturday.

You could always quit, is what Yeol usually says after your long rant about your horrible boss and the disgusting amount of workload you had to handle. Sure you have subordinates and interns working under you, but working in fashion for so long, you came to the conclusion that nothing is never ever enough when it comes to the industry.

Thinking back, Chanyeol always loved being under the spotlight as an idol ever since his debut days and making music was as precious as that. After both of you settled down and eventually got married, you were quick to admit that Chanyeol sacrificed a lot for you, even if you didn’t ask him to. He paid the bills, every bill. He took care of the parents, dinner dates with your parents and his every other week were a staple and he’d never miss sending health supplements once in a while. You never asked him to do so but married Chanyeol just stepped up and took on the role as a caring husband so naturally.

Even with his burning passion in music, he went the extra mile, producing countless songs by the count of months. At times he goes on an overdrive, he’d lock himself up in the studio and he would forget about everything else. Situations like this scares the shit out of you. You remembered the first time he went berserk, it took you and his members two days to figure out where he was. He’d gone AWOL and you had to call the police to track down his phone, just to find out that he’d been coping himself in the studio for 48 hours without sleep or food, only water. You and Sehun found him sitting down in front of the recording booth with a guitar in hand, music sheets sprawled on the floor. His eyes were already bloodshot red, it was clear that he was sleep-deprived, very tired and out of focus. Sehun sighed, ready to scold Yeol for his stupid behaviour before your husband quipped,

“Please don’t take me away, not yet…”

his eyes all over the place with brows furrowed, his forehead creasing.

“I swear if you give me more time, I’ll finish this tomorrow and I’ll go but please leave and don’t come here until tomorrow, yeah? I need to finish this song because they’ll pay a huge amount for this one… Give me more time, please?” He is disassociated as ever, you were aware that he didn’t notice you due to his state.

“Hyung…” the younger sighed again.

“S-Sehun-ah, I have Y/N now.. You might not know how it feels now but I- I want to give the world to her. We’re idols but our prime time is way past us, when the momentum is gone, we might too.” He dropped his head to the door of the recording booth as he sighed,

He mindlessly draws patterns on the floor, “I need to save up for Y/N, for our future.. and it won’t happen if I don’t work like this. So-“

In a blink you crouched down, embracing him with tears already wetting your face. Words couldn’t form but the pressure, the knot that he bear was starting to unravel. He got your message,

You’re enough.

Moments like these, his breakdowns, were one of the things that kept you grounded. If you’re being honest, your job also keeps you on your feet. Working as an co-chief editor in fashion was always your dream and to be frank, you enjoyed the job more than you let on. But the past year has been nothing but hell, thanks to the newly appointed co-chief editor Yoon Saerim. You habitually ponder how she got the position as she wasn’t really suitable for the job, she didn’t really have the knack for fashion. But moreover, you just didn’t like the fact that she ogled Chanyeol and Sehun when they came by for a photoshoot.

You quickly snapped out of your deep thoughts when you gulped your last drop of coffee, thinking of Yoon Saerim never fails to make you turn sour.

Without wasting more time, you prepared yourself to head to your studio. For disclaimer, the studio was Chanyeol’s, not the office’s. Not long after you started the job years ago, both of you decided that it would be nice to rent out an old apartment in the city for the both of you to work. The studio has a built-in recording booth, production space for Chanyeol and a creative working-space for you. However, with time passing, you ended up using the space more than your husband.

Before you left the house, you gave him a forehead kiss and stuck a post-it-note on his phone,

‘Good Morning My Happy Virus ♡ thank you for always working so hard, sometimes you worry me, love :( have a great time with the boys today! am out for work - it’s deadline week ◡̈ i love you 3000 — much, much love, Y/N ‘

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You arrived at the empty studio with your shoulders slumped, looking at the stacked paper, pictorials and mood boards around your disoriented workspace. The interns must’ve sent these yesterday, fucking hell, here we go again.

Not long after, you succumbed to the job you love and hate at the same time. To be honest, as one of the high-ranked chief editor in your company, it wasn’t your share to do these tasks anymore, those days were over you. But reviewing each and every item, every trend that goes into the magazine is a job you love no matter how meticulous it actually is. Besides, the information you extract from all this has proven to help your career so far, making you one of the sought-out fashion editors in Seoul. However the fact doesn’t relieve you from the burden and pressure you get from your useless co-chief editor.

“She’s bossy and pushy but useless— and you’re too compliant, Babe,” Chanyeol would always joke and you’d usually tackle him back with a pillow, leaving both of you cackling in the process.

Speaking of Chanyeol, the man in question just stirred up from bed, barely opening his eyes, adjusting to the gloomy weather in front of his open-windowed bedroom. He instantly rubbed his sides, sleep evidently washed away when he realised his beloved Y/N weren’t there. He called your name out a few times to make sure that maybe, you were outside the room, just to know that his voice had filled the void of your apartment.

As expected, he immediately sat up and grabbed his phone to call you. Before even unlocking his cell, he found your oh-so-lovely note that you stuck on this morning. Chanyeol sighed, he knew you were having a hard time but you never fail to warm his heart with your sweet note, he particularly loved the use of his favourite iron-man quote.

He stared at the note lovingly for a while before heading to the bathroom and freshened up for the day. When he entered the kitchen to see a packed lunch box and another one with breakfast inside, he sulked further. Your puppy-like husband misses you and you doing this, made him sappier. He carefully unpacked the meals you prepared, gratefully munching your cooking. He was supposed to meet his members at 10 and so, he drove quickly as he was running late. When he parked his car in front of the company’s building, a text came from Baekhyun.

Notifications 10.08am KST Baek: > Yeol? > the meeting’s canceled > Junmyeon-hyung said something came up > and my mom called, she wanted my help :O > Really sorry for the sudden intrusion! But have a good rest day with Y/N ^^ > Send her my love too!! Read 10.15am KST

< BYUN BAEKHYUN YOU LITTLE SHIT < THANKS FOR THE ‘HEADS UP’ < Picture sent < LOOK WHERE I AM YOU LITTLE SHIT!!! Sent 10.16am KST

Baek: > Oh.. > The message didn’t come through 😅 I texted you way before,, must be the reception? > But you can always have a good time with y/n!! > I’m so sorry 🥺 Read 10.17am KST

Chanyeol couldn’t be sulkier. His ears literally drooped down as he huffed in annoyance. He didn’t reply back to Baekhyun as he slid the phone back in his pockets. He drove home in silence, even the thought of going back to bed to aid his tiredness didn’t make him feel better. He entered the foyer of the empty apartment and he shuffled inside lazily. You’d probably melt if you see him right now, his shoulder slumped slightly with a goo-goo look on his face. Especially now, with his buffier-form, compared to his pre-debut lanky state is something you’d administer as a cute change as a result of his exercising habits over the years. But it doesn’t matter because you’re not there and alas he came home to a cold, dark, empty apartment with his love nowhere to be seen.

The sky dark, rain still pouring down, much like his mood. The thing about Chanyeol is the fact that he’s a clingy extrovert when it comes to people he loves. You love that about him. He didn’t care about the hectic schedule, it’s the ‘being away from you’ that made everything hard to surpass. That’s why after every schedule abroad, Chanyeol would love going home when he knows his love is waiting for him. There’s nothing better than coming home to a warm apartment with you snuggled on the couch. However, now, he’s the only one on the couch, alone.

He pondered for more than an hour, zoning out, before deciding to stand up and head to the door once again. The silence is deafening, he misses you too much and he had to do something about it.

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In your studio, coming in your nearly fifth hour of productivity, you’re starting to break down. You were now on the verge of crying while doing your work, it’s the creativity block, you mentally cursed. You’ve been dealing with it lately but having to work in fashion, it’s inevitable and you never really told anyone about it, especially not Chanyeol. You felt that his occupation demanded more of him than yours did to you, you wouldn’t want to burden him with your problems.

“Fuck.”

“Fucking hell!”

“This is so not happening right now…” tears welled as the screen of your precious laptop turned pitch black. You scoffed at the situation with the waterworks falling down your eyes. You were over this.

You slumped near the corners of the room, hugging your knees as you stared at your now dead device, silently crying as your head whirls for other, worse negative possibilities of happening. Numb, is probably the best way to describe your current state after crying your heart out for 30 minutes straight. You end up curling yourself into a ball, hanging your head low in the corners of the room as your mind goes blank.

As you hid yourself in the darkest corners of your office, you failed to notice the jiggling sound of the key, the clacking locks and the noise of the door opening.

“Babeeeee?” the sound traveled from the hallway. Lo and behold, a sulked Chanyeol is here. His mood is still on the low but the idea of meeting you gets him excited like a puppy.

You couldn’t hear him though, your head still in a blocked-state and the room you’re in was the furthest from the hallway.

Chanyeol entered the studio, footsteps tapping against the hardwood flooring. It puzzled him why he didn’t receive an answer back, but knowing your shoes were on the foyer, he knew you were somewhere inside. He set foot to the break room, your coat was on the couch but where were you?

He continued peeking into his recording studio, the nearest space to the break room. The lights were out, signalling him that you’re probably not there. The bathroom and the other rooms were also empty, your office was the only place left. He slowly knocked, hoping to get an answer. To his surprise, nothing. He then gently pushed the door open, just enough for his head to peek inside. Before he could call your name, he heard sniffles from the farthest corner, he could make up your hunched, clearly crying figure and your favourite beige socks too. He exhaled as his worries washed away. Even though his heart ached more than ever, finding you with a meltdown was a relief as he initially thought you passed out or worse.

He didn’t enter the room. He shuffled himself out as quietly as possible to grab his guitar in his recording room. This should do, he thought.

He re-entered your office, walked closer and sat on the floor near you. The cramped space barely fits his long legs.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a hushed voice.

Noticing his voice, you instinctively lift up your head to see your husband, sitting in front of you. In your shocked-state, you forcefully brushed off your tears in embarrassment, your skin will probably turn red later.

“Hey.. No, no, no..” he reached out, wiping your tears, caressing your disheveled hair.

“Gently, yeah, yeah.. You’ll hurt yourself” he continued as he patted the areas under your eyes with his long sleeves.

After you calmed down, you didn’t have the courage to even say anything to the man. Deep down, you were embarrassed to be found in a silly breakdown, even if it was your husband. Besides, you didn’t know what to say to him anyways. While you were overthinking and avoiding eye contact with him, he pulled the guitar behind him and started to play a familiar song,

“It's a beautiful life 난 너의 곁에 있을게 (I'll stay by your side) It's a beautiful life 너의 뒤에 서 있을게 (I'll stand right behind you) Beautiful love”

Slowly but surely, your heart warmed up to the sound of his voice and you couldn’t help but stare at your husband. He stopped singing when your eyes met and he gave you a comforting smile.

“C’mon, let’s get you up princess,” as he helped you stand up, circling his arms around your waist. You haven’t articulated a sound but he didn’t mind, he just let you lean into his sides as he guided you to the couch in the break room. He sat you down before abruptly standing and rummaging a brown paper bag on the coffee table,

“I got your favourite cake and hot chocolate actually,” he grinned, facing your puffy face. “I thought you were having a hard time, well- I know you are having a hard time… But you never tell me you know, Babe?” He rambled as he unboxed a variety of sliced cakes and pastries on the table.

“I-I get the fact that you wouldn’t want to burden me, but I’m kinda your husband and best friend too.. I wish you wouldn’t keep these things from me” he picked up the fork and scooped a piece of cheesecake to feed you,

Before you had the chance to reply,

“I mean—open up a lil’ baby— I don’t mind you working and all, it’s your passion and I will support you either way, but you don’t get to shield your meltdowns from me… Who’s gonna hold you when you cry, huh?” he kept on chattering while feeding you, giving you no room to talk.

“I’ve said a thousand times that we’re super comfortable right now, yet I know it’s not about the money, I’m super cool with you working.. It’s about the workload a-and the pressure you get from your subs and colleagues!!” He raised his arms as a sign of annoyance.

You gulped down the big chunk of cheesecake and shut him up with a peck. The action took him by surprise but it didn’t fail to shut him up.

“Okay, Chanyeol.” you softly replied, followed by another peck on his lips

“I get what you mean” you smiled at your husband.

You then began on telling the troubles you had at work, silently thanking the universe that he came in the right moment and that he was your saving grace. He listened intently, even going to the measures of contacting his technician friends to help fix your laptop as soon as possible. He made jokes too along the way to lighten your mood and gave you warm touches here and there to comfort you further.

You were his home, his ground zero.

He was yours too.

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Hours passed and now you were back working, Chanyeol in the other room, busying himself in the recording studio.

“Yeol?” you called him.

“Hmm? What’s up princess?”

“Uh- I just remembered, didn’t you had like- plans? You were supposed to go with Baek and the members today right?”

Footsteps were apparent as he walked closer to the opened door of your office, his head peeped through the door.

“Junmyeon-Hyung canceled, Baek too.. I was quite grumpy because I reached the office when Baekhyun texted me” He walked in further.

“Then I came home but the house wasn’t warm enough even though I cranked the heater up!” He sulked, and sulked further.

“I was alone, I don’t want to be…I also don't want you to be alone too Y/N.

I only wanted to be around you, I really tried staying in!! But I couldn’t be alone in the house without you when you’re my home.” he pouted.

You want to die then and there, you miss him as much and he was sad, it makes you sad too, but he was being sulky-cute… Can you turn into a putty of love?

“Come here you big baby!” you excitedly threw yourself in his arms. He buried his soft locks on the crook of your neck as he whispered ‘I miss you' s and you couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh.

“I miss you too, Yeol..

I miss you so, so much.” He hugged you tighter as he giggled too.

This was it, you thought. This was love at its finest and you couldn’t be happier that you’ve found it. For all the moments, good or bad, both of you never failed to become each other's home.

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noxx-33i · 19 days

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Hello I have come to word vomit RGB trio thoughts and headcanons. Beware some of these will probably be nonsensical and not in order.

I think skate has the worst fashion taste out of the three. I can't say much on this though cause I also have an atrocious sense of fashion/lh

Boombox and to an extent Skate talk in 80's slang. Like radical, bodacious, hella, etc. 80's coded boombox just lives in my head rent free and i can't kick him out/silly

Their alcohol tolerance from lowest to highest goes: Skate, BB, Sling

BB and Skate crash at Slingshot's place ALL the time. At this point even Shuri and Vine are used to them just random showing up

^^continuing this I think they like to enter through anywhere but the window. Most especially Skate. BB at the very least is willing to act like a Normal person and use the door SOMETIMES. Skate however if he uses the door you'll bet that he's going in on his board. Whether or not he immediately crashes and breaks something inside is another thing/lh

Sometimes they'll just have Katy Perry Sessions with Shuriken. Like literally just listening to Katy Parry. Don't. Don't ask why I don't know either/lh

^^they have California Gurlz memorized.

If one of them does a crime none of them are snitching. If one goes down they all go down if one admits to it the other two will admit to it too. No bro left behind/silly

Sling is the smartest academically in their group and is probably the best at math. Not saying he's a prodigy im just saying BB and Skate are probably dumb as shit with math /lh+aaff

Sometimes Skate likes to record his Sick Moves™ and sometimes it would Also be in a place he proooobably shouldnt be in so Sling and BB take turns being on either camera duty or watch duty. Whether either of them are good at it is a different discussion/silly

Skate was caught stealing by the police once but BB was there and somehow he managed to trick them into believing he was Skate's lawyer and that he did not steal anything. Sling watched from the distant absolutely flabbergasted

Sling prices his menu very high and whenever someone asks he's just like "Oh yk, inflation!" and somehow it always works

they like setting fireworks off at night. Sometimes BB can't come cause he's too tired from work or something tho so

Despite Slingshot being the most academically smart in the group Boombox is the one who would hesitate when given a big shiny red button that could nuke Crossroads. Sling and Skate would see a shiny red button and go "ooo shiny" then BOOM!!!! /silly

idk if you want this but I have an au with my friend using the skins ingame (and some we made up for it hehe) where Snowboard and Rainbox were highschool best friends and they would get into shenanigans together like light theft (Rain is the distraction), parties maybe, etc andddd I love them very much

Snow in the au has canonically tried to rizz up a girl (in High School) only to bag her boyfriend AND her brother

^^The au takes place years later when Snowboard is in college (in Blackrock college cause there's no faction wars in this au) and when he comes back he finally meets Cozyshot who is Rain's roommate and erm my friend likes skateshot so I think you can tell what happens next (GAY PEOPLE) /silly

Okay im gonna stop rmabling now have a good day silly muah/p

IM GONNA RAMBLE TOO AND Oh my god ur so right on the first one.

SKATE HAS TERRIBLE FASHION SENse. I can smell it. Hes so sweaty he doesnt care ab his looks too much but bb would say "youre not going out like that

YES I AGREE. Boombox is stuck in the 80s and he doesnt want to leave. Im actually picking up these habits i wanna say rad so bad.

Skate being the lowest is the funniest shit wver bc i love bullying his ass. Did you tell i put NO EFFORT in his stupid hc reveal HEELP

I FEEL LIKE ONE DAY THEY MIGHT GET A SECRET HANGOUT PLACE… like fully furinisjed and with ac and all that fancy shit. How? Idk illegally? They probably have board games and dnd sessions with trusted friends who keep the place a hush

Bro theyre not normal they will never be normal… "GUYS HOW DID YOU GET IN" // "We lock picked your door" // "WHAT THE FUCK"

> lowkey skate would learn lock picking for fun and hed get so good at it he would be tempted to steal more stuff

>> that being said.. rob the bank?/ref

LOWKEY i feel like bb was a nerd in his younger years but grew out of it… he would probably like science facts and everyone thinks hes smart but hes not.. AND YES sling being math smart is so real teehee. Hes the expenses guy but also cant stop himself from spending more than he needs to

Skate n BB would get into so much trouble but no one can ever find them guilty in some fucking way and it makes the authorities so mad

Ironically id like to think Zuka easily catches them doing dumb shit but he doesnt care enough to report it

Sling has probably done tax evasion one or two times.. or more….

Ok cute hcs to vomit out… with ur mention of tired boombox i feel like sling and skate would immediately go to bbs place and crash not in a chaotic way but like ogghd.. ÖIKE THEY MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER BY GIVING SNACKS OR MASSAGES TO HELP HIM LOSE STRESS

Literally any time one of the RGB members get their vibes off its instantly to care land bc bcbc bc 😞😞🙁🙁😞😞😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 *sobbing crying throwing up* theyr besties 😭😭 this xan be both platonic or romantic i legit do not care i love BOTH

With that in mind i feel like whenever skate and bb crash over sling would have a few of their favorite pastries from his cafe saved in his fridge… like dog treats LMAOO

This is likge.. dog-cat-dog relationship… but all are chaotic as fuck /silly

YOUR AU SOUNDS SO SILLY PLEASE I WANT TO SEE!!!! I WANNA DRAW EVEN.

that au makes me think of sling with glasses for some reason… i need to draw so bad….!!!!;!2!

And they were roommates /ref+j

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nightingaelic · 2 years

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I got a question, who do you think out of all 3/New Vegas/4 companions would make the best to worst roomates? Like from the ones who become your best bro to the ones who are horrible yet contribute to chores/rent in some way while still being bad.... This might be in some form of modern Au or the fallout universe

(excluding the bots/soggos/super mutants)

excluding the bots/doggos/super mutants

But why? 😊

Here's my tier list, brought to you by Tiermaker. Detailed explanations below the cut, starting from the bottom.

40. Jericho

Asshole who will trap you in the kitchen when you can't escape and start going on and on about how the #MeToo movement went way out of control.

39-38. Dog/God

This guy desperately needs therapy, and by god, he's going to make it your problem. Doesn't shower.

37. Clover

Clingy in the worst way, to the point of possessiveness, and has no other friends for a variety of reasons. Also needs therapy.

36. Sergeant RL-3

Annoying nationalist who is probably the reason you keep getting ads on your YouTube account encouraging you to donate to conservative think tanks or join the National Guard. At least he does the dishes.

35. Joshua Graham

Pulls out lectures about redemption and changing your ways every time you forget to turn a light off or leave the door unlocked. Insanely judgmental for a guy who believes in loving thy neighbor.

34. Rose of Sharon Cassidy

Rarely sober, and often trying to encourage you to join her in inebriation. Will hold your hair back when you puke, and will make you late and hungover for work.

33. Strong

Judgmental of any change in his environment, be it furniture, climate, or guests, and unafraid of voicing that disgruntlement immediately. Totally willing to share any of his food in the fridge, even if half of it is expired.

32. Dean Domino

Elitist mild talent who will drag you to open mic nights just so he can show off how much more accomplished he is than you. Will pick up the tab on dining out rather than do dishes when it's his turn. Doesn't take 'no' for an answer, or at least doesn't take it well. Does have great fashion advice.

31. Porter Gage

Cleanliness standards do not match yours, but he's got a knack for repairs and will fix anything in your living space that breaks, including minor welding projects. Needs to be reminded to shower. Unwilling to take a stance on anything from politics to which side of the toilet paper roll should be facing out, and will dump the blame on you if anyone has any complaints.

30. Cait

Fiercely protective of you once she's warmed up to you, but fiercely defends her own personal space, too. Cleanliness standards don't match yours, and occasionally needs to be reminded to shower. Often aggressively drunk and cries a lot over small things, but makes up for it by having your back whenever you're having a bad day, especially if that means kicking someone's ass. Also needs therapy, but she at least acknowledges it.

29. Mayor John Hancock

Laid back, new best friend material, provided you're willing to overlook some big character flaws. Shares everything he has in the fridge, cupboards, closets, provided you ask first - heaven help you if you don't. Invites friends over for wild parties without giving you advance warning. They're good parties, but they're always on bad nights for you, and the aftermath mess never gets cleaned up fast enough. Knows every drug dealer within 50 miles on a first-name basis.

28. Robert Joseph MacCready

Cleanliness standards are not the same as yours, but it's more of a neatness problem than a general hygiene problem. Will tidy up if asked to, but you're always going to have to ask him to. Shy, slow to trust other people, and insists on paying you back immediately every time you pick up the tab on something. Shares custody of his son with his ex-wife, and you can tell he's a great dad even if he isn't a great roommate. Good cook.

27. Deacon

A total mystery, in both good and bad ways. Knows all the best places in the area to drink. Disappears for up to a week at a time and refuses to tell you where he's been when he finally returns. Eats primarily breakfast cereal. Does not have any social media that you know of, but knows about news and trending topics well before you do. Eclectic fashion sense. Pays rent in cash. You don't even know how old he is. Your friends speculate about his identity to no end.

26. Butch DeLoria

Knows how to cut hair, and he'll do yours for free. Likes to complain for fun using vivid recreations of interactions he's had, which can be entertaining as hell or horribly annoying. Takes over doing the laundry entirely because he's worried about his clothes getting damaged, or maybe he just finds the work soothing. On good terms with his mom, even though she's going through a rough patch. Not a fan of your other friends, no matter who you introduce him to.

25. Christine Royce

You know she has a social life, but she seems determined not to share it with you. She's even more tight-lipped about her family life, so much so that you think maybe she's cut ties. What she lacks in openness she makes up for in organization skills and thoughtfulness - the fridge and cupboards are clean, her things are neat, and she'll make late-night breakfast food if you're feeling hungry after an evening out. Has night terrors, but won't talk about them outside of her therapist's office.

24. Follows-Chalk

Avid camper who likes to take long trips into the wilderness and return with the best pictures you've ever seen of national park landmarks. Self-sufficient when doing chores, but seems a little clueless about social etiquette, even if he's eager to make friends. Willing to talk to just about anyone he meets, including scary bikers in dive bars, transient people outside grocery stores, even postal workers who are just trying to deliver your mail. Remembers all of their names. Gives the best birthday presents.

23. Charon

Ex-military who seems to regret it, even if it got him out of a bad living situation. Quiet, well-read, and a little scary when he needs to be if the neighbors or landlord are being unreasonable. Glued to your side if you go out anywhere because he refuses to mingle with anyone he doesn't already know. Doesn't drink, but if you catch him after 2 a.m., he'll talk for hours about anything from hitchhiking to deep sea exploration to the Cold War. Mysterious past, and after you part ways, a mysterious future.

22. Old Longfellow

The foul-mouthed, devil-may-care grandfather you and your friends never had. Doesn't want to be bothered unless it's an emergency, but it's fun to bother him anyway and see what new insults he'll invent just to tell you to fuck off. Can de-bone a fish, peel a crustacean, and rustle up a chowder faster than any line cook you've ever met, and he gets a discount from every stand at the farmer's market for unknown reasons. Lost his wife a while back, and it's clear he really loved her and respected her. Can out-drink you and everyone you know. Disappears every year for deer hunting season.

21. Craig Boone

Another ex-military who still lives like his superiors are around the corner and are going to critique how he made his bed and cleaned the bathroom. Doesn't really regret his service, but doesn't NOT regret it - you can't get a good reading on his feelings, and it's complicated by the fact that whatever he did was pretty classified. Doesn't seem to associate with many of his former division, at any rate. Makes great stir fry, knows all the best pair workout routines to lose fat and build muscle, and has lots of non-specific stories about traveling around the world. His last break-up was very painful and he WILL bring it up. Might have PTSD, but he's in denial about it.

20. Piper Wright

Easily consumed by her latest writing project and may forget to feed herself or go outside. When she does remember to go outside, she disappears for long stretches of time and comes back with the craziest stories, which are great material for re-telling at parties. Nosy as all hell, and doesn't have many friends as a result, so she's appreciative of those who stick around anyway and tosses you the latest neighborhood gossip if you ask for it. Primary caretaker for her little sister, who's still in middle school and got you into watching the Owl House.

19. Raul Alfonso Tejada

Keeps to himself, unless there's some kind of tangible project he can tackle that brings him into the shared living spaces. Adopts random furniture on the street and brings the pieces home to refurbish, then sell online. Fixed one broken washing machine on a whim and somehow got hired as the building handyman, which knocks some money off your rent. Addicted to reality television. Refuses to join any of your group chats, and half of your other friends don't even think he's real.

18-15. All of the Dogs

Basic dog roommates. Give walks and food, receive unconditional love and protection. Rex still doesn't like people with hats.

14. Paladin Danse

Current military service member, and proud of it. Still, not afraid to call others in his line of work on their bullshit. Doesn't really get the whole roommate bonding thing unless it's done on a local sports team or in a camp obstacle course, but he knows how to be civil and keep his living spaces neat and clean. Gym rat who will try to rope you into going too, so much so that he's willing to lie and say you're in a relationship to get you on his own membership pass. Always looks great in photos, and half your friends want to seduce him.

13. Nick Valentine

Witty, low-maintenance guy who's easy to befriend. Runs a private investigation business online and will occasionally have clients over in the living room, in varying degrees of distress. Always lets you know ahead of time, is always understanding if it isn't a good time for you to deal with that, and will move his operations to the local coffee shop if asked. Insomniac. Owns multiple sets of the same outfit, but is still a snappy dresser. Buys donuts if there's a sale. Suspicious of anyone you bring home.

12. Arcade Israel Gannon

Anxious, but manages it. Doesn't set out to be friends, and it might take a bit of poking before he decides to give you a shot and get to know you better. Shy, occasionally judgmental, and needs to be convinced to give others the benefit of the doubt. Hates ordering out and prefers to cook for himself, and he'll happily share if it's a new recipe he's trying out. Physically incapable of sleeping in. Well-read to the point of getting annoyed at random strangers online because he knows they're wrong, but refuses to comment and correct them and would rather stew.

11. Codsworth

Polite, neat, model roommate to brag about to your friends. Does cleaning chores for fun, often right before you had planned to do them. Clingy, worries about you when you go out, texts to check in way too much. Permanent designated driver, and viciously guards the best macaroni and cheese recipe you've ever had. Loves Downton Abbey and Bridgerton.

10. Curie

Still figuring herself out, and she's happy to enlist you in the process as her new best friend. You think she might be home-schooled with how little she knows about the wide world, but she embraces each new experience fully, with the enthusiasm of a duck in a puddle. Suggests trying a new restaurant every time you order food, tips delivery drivers way more than normal, and insists on doing the dishes as soon as they're dirtied. Dances like nobody's watching while she's vacuuming.

9. Veronica Santangelo

Set out to share a living space in order to get away from her family and a recent failed relationship. Honest and open about all of that, and about how she's hopeful she can move on. Participates in a local boxing club and roller derby team, and most of her wardrobe consists of sweatshirts and yoga pants. Content to lounge, eat popcorn in front of cheesy romantic comedies, pick out the worst dialogue with you, and run it into the ground over the next week. Also loves to go fancy clothes shopping, and books reservations at an upscale restaurant once every few months in order to justify the money she drops on Depop.

8. Star Paladin Cross

Legacy buzz cut lesbian who may or may not have military service under her belt. Either way, she's fit as fuck and hasn't slowed down her social life just because she's getting older. Well-known in the local community as a Pride event organizer and activist, tends a box garden outside one of the nearby churches, and jogs every morning to stay in shape and say hi to everyone she cares about. Often has guests over unannounced, but they're all upstanding members of the community and usually come with a bag of produce to stuff in your fridge.

7. Waking Cloud

Older than the rest of your friend group, but she's perfectly happy being out of the loop on the latest fad. Sweet and caring. Has three grown children who drop by now and then to catch up with her and get to know you over tea. Certified doula who disappears overnight occasionally on an assignment, but she always texts to let you know she's okay. Great cook. Demanding cleaning schedule. Will mom the shit out of you.

6. ED-E

Doesn't say much, and doesn't need to. Television addict who can spend hours binging every new show on Netflix. Works for the local post office and is on good terms with just about everybody you know. Insists on carrying all your bags if you go shopping together. Can't cook for shit, but can do all the other chores better than almost any other roommate you've had.

5. Ada

Kind, practical, and solution-oriented. Just as willing to listen to you vent as she is to unclog the sink. Interested in tech that can make your lives easier, which led to her purchasing a high-end security system and a Roomba. You're a little worried that the upgraded tech is spying on you, but you're also pretty sure that she's tinkered with it to the point that it's no longer connected to any corporate networks. You're unsure of the legality surrounding that, so you stay out of it. Loves to travel for sightseeing and watches MythBusters on repeat.

4. X6-88

Strong, silent type. Answered the ad with three months' rent ready to go, plus the security deposit just in case. A little socially awkward, but in a way that makes people give him a second glance. Follows a strict diet and won't deviate, even for special occasions. Organized to the point of eyebrow-raising. Will eventually open up about his control-freak beginnings, and grow more and more loyal in his friendship as he shares. Wears a lot of black sweaters, and looks damn good in them. Can't stand pet fur though, and he'll go through a lint roller a week if you come in with a dog or a cat.

3. Fawkes

Works night shift as a security guard, so his days are largely free. Volunteers at the local library and reads every book under the sun. Always has the best YouTube recommendations for you, and pulls the best recipes to try out off of TikTok. Mildly clumsy and may break some dishes, but he'll apologize and replace them if it happens. Bleeding heart animal lover who will temporarily adopt any strays he finds, which is usually adorable but can be stressful.

2. Preston Garvey

Stays out of your business, unless you ask for his help, in which case he throws his everything into backing you up. Volunteers at the local homeless shelter and food pantry, and still makes time to join you for movie night with pizza and the latest Marvel release.

1. Lily Bowen

Your new grandma. Literally everyone in town loves her. Will make you breakfast in bed on weekends and chicken noodle soup when you're sick. Bakes constantly. Makes the best cookies. Turns cleaning chores and grocery shopping into a game, and runs a book club and knitting circle out of your living room. All her grandma friends love you too, and they keep trying to set you up with their grandchildren.

#fallout #companions #fallout 3 #fo3 #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout new vegas #fnv #tier list #and they were roommates

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BG3FicFeb Day 29 FINALE!

This was a lot of fun and gave me some much needed inspiration outside of the main story of BG3. I’m going to continue all of my stories as often as I can, but I really need to start dedicating some time to original work and find a new job. 😣

SFW: A reverse AU where Astarion is saved from becoming a vampire spawn and my bard Tav eventually becomes Cazador’s sixth spawn. This is one of the stories I will be continuing when I have time. There won’t be as much fluff and it will explore some darker themes and scenarios.

NSFW: Tav, Astarion, and Halsin finally feel comfortable being intimate as a trio, spending an evening discovering new turn ons and each others’ bodies.

SFW: AU of your choice

Content and Warnings: Mentions of survival sex work, abuse, pain, manipulation.

She was supposed to meet her latest victim in less than an hour and the enormous run in her stocking was too noticeable to ignore. The hem of her sophisticated, but flirty dress, rose up in the front, to just below the knee, showing off her fine calves. She knew Aurelia had snagged it with her claw on purpose, the tiefling jealous of her recent tally. Five men and four women, an impressive month for Master Szarr’s sixth spawn.

It didn’t hurt that she was a chameleon, formerly a bard named Chardonnay Brandywine. Cazador had stalked and preyed upon her late one night after paying someone to assault her. She’d been broken quickly and had become one of his best and most unfeeling hunters. One night she could be Maeverhinne Szarr, distance niece of the power patriar. The next, she would be Sauvignon Whiskygin, a boisterous bard who could bag nobles, laymen, and pretty young virgin girls looking to test out their sexuality. Tonight, however, she was Eveariel Damassk, a young-widowed beauty who had hidden noble roots. Eveariel attracted the best and the worst of the world. A few would be sweet, eager to help heal the beautiful woman’s wounded heart. The majority of them, however, were swindlers looking to marry her for her suspected fortune or the sadists looking to use her grief for a quick lay. Tonight’s ‘date’ was with the latter.

She couldn’t just take off the stockings, as it would be unfit for a lady of her station to go bare-legged. She walked quickly towards the fashion quarter, hoping she could find a shop that was still open. She passed five closed shops and had nearly given up hope when she saw a small storefront thats OPEN sign was still flipped forward. She met the proprietor at the glass door, right as he was turning the sign around. “Wait, please!” she waved as he paused at the door.

“Sorry, I was just closing,” the handsome elf opened the door.

He had beautiful silver curls and an elegant face. His shirtsleeves were rolled up and he was unbuttoned slightly past his chest, obviously not expecting any customers this late. She tried to hide a blush, her hand pressing to her chest instinctively. If her heart still beat, it would be racing. “I…uh…have a snag in one of my stockings. Could I purchase a new pair from you quickly? I have a very important meeting.”

He hadn’t meant to look her up and down, his eye traveling to her stockings, but he couldn’t help but stare. She was stunning, a wave of golden hair curving around her body and doe-like eyes the color of amethysts. “I’m…sorry…I’m afraid I don’t carry stockings here,” he apologized, wanting desperately to help her and spend a few more moments in her presence. When her expression sunk, he racked his brain for solutions. “Come in, please,” he opened the door further and stepped out of the way. “I could…try to darn them,” he added.

“That would be lovely, thank you,” she stepped inside. He motioned for her to sit on a padded divan.

“Let me take a look,” he felt his heart pounding. He knelt in front of her, gently picking up her leg to examine the snag. Her skin prickled from his warm touch. “This is quite a snag,” he looked up at her, still gently holding her calf. “Did you catch it on a nail or something?”

“Exactly,” she nodded. She didn’t need to mention it was a vindictive tiefling’s fingernail. “Can you fix it?”

“I think so,” he nodded. “Just give me a few minutes.”

“Of course,” she nodded, smiling widely at him. They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“Did you…” he blushed, motioning if she would like him to remove her stocking for her.

“Oh, right,” she blushed even deeper than him. She was barely able to think at the moment. She almost bent down to pull it off, but stopped when she saw his fingers move towards her heeled shoe. “Thank you,” she nodded.

He slipped off her shoe, setting it on the floor and taking a silent, deep breath to steady his fingers. He reached up just beyond her skirt, his fingers finding the top of her stocking. It was secured just above her knee with a ribbon. She squeezed her fist into the fabric of her skirt as he pulled at the ribbon, undoing the bow. She wanted nothing more than for him to strip her completely, his warm fingers caressing every inch of her skin.

He slid the stocking down slowly, careful not to make the snag worse, holding in his breath. As the delicate silk slipped off her dainty foot, he finally released it. “I’ll be back shortly,” he nodded, disappearing into a back room.

“Dear Gods,” she whispered to herself, squeezing her thighs together. She felt a gush of arousal settle into her panties. She hadn’t felt desire in such a long time, she was suddenly overwhelmed by it now.

He went into the back room and grabbed a few cards of silk thread, one gold and one plain black. His fingers trembled as he threaded his embroidery needle. Perhaps if he’d still been a magistrate, he might have had a chance with her. But that life had ended in an alleyway nearly two-hundred years ago. He’d been a vain and vindictive man back then, accepting bribes and handing down rulings based only on his fleeting whims. The group of Gur who attacked him had been provoked by such a ruling. He laughed to himself as he bled to death, finding it silly that he would die over such a trivial decision in his life.

As his life flickered away, he saw a pair of glowing eyes watching him. He thought it was a dog at first, but then it let out a low, warning howl, scaring off a cloud of bats that must’ve also been nearby. The wolf approached him slowly, sniffing loudly at the scent of his blood. Suddenly the wolf transformed, a tall, dark-haired elf now standing in front of him. “Don’t try to move,” the elf said, kneeling down and spreading a healing aura from his hands.

“Ahhhh,” he winced, as the cold creep of death slowly faded from his body, replaced by the warmth of the spell.

“You’re going to be alright,” the elf looked him in the eyes. “What is your name?”

“Astarion…Astarion Ancunin.”

“I’m Arnell…Hallowleaf,” he introduced himself.

“Thank you, Arnell,” Astarion breathed a slow sigh of relief. “I thought I was done for.”

“You nearly were,” Arnell finished his spell. “I wasn’t the only animal that could smell your blood.”

“Who are you?” He asked as Arnell helped him up. “A druid?”

“A lycanthrope, actually,” Arnell replied, supporting Astarion as they walked out of the dark alley. “The divine Selune blessed me with the ability to control myself. So I dedicated my life to her.”

“A Selunite cleric that is a werewolf,” Astarion laughed a little, holding his still wounded side. “Not exactly what I pictured as my savior…but I will take it.”

Arnell brought Astarion back to the local cloister, his wounds still needing plenty of time to heal. He visited him every day and chatted at his bedside for hours. As he healed, Astarion began to reflect on his life and the decisions that had put him in this situation. He’d been the son of a well-off family, indulged in all of his wants, and spoiled into a bratty young man who decided to get into law so he could continue his manipulations. He craved power, wealth, and excess, finding it quickly once he’d been appointed a magistrate. What he’d never found, however, was true happiness. He despised the person he’d become, lured by things that could give him quick and temporary happiness.

After he recovered, he left the magistrate, dedicating several years to paying back the cloister with menial work. He found he had a knack for tailoring and alterations, and eventually opened a small shop. He was married briefly, but things didn’t work out. For now, he was content to live alone above his shop, with a very old cat. He looked up briefly from his work, sewing the torn silk back together in a swirling vine pattern. He could see her just beyond the door, her bare leg swinging impatiently as she sat with her legs crossed. He let out a longing sigh and returned to his work, accidentally poking his finger with the needle. He sucked the blood off it, trying not to get any on the dark silk. He finished and carefully cut away the loose thread.

“It’s not perfect, but it’s the best I could do quickly,” he returned from the back room, her eyes immediately catching his. He stretched the stocking out in his hand, showing her the mend.

“It’s lovely,” she smiled widely. “Better than I expected.”

He handed it back to her, his fingers brushing against hers. Pulling up her stocking would be more indecorous than pulling it down, so he turned away to give her some privacy. She slipped it back on, her thighs squishing together as she bent down. “I actually think I like it even more this way,” she said, pulling her skirt up a bit so she could retie the bow. He glanced back as she spoke, catching the flash of her thigh before turning back around with a heavy blush. She stood up, slipping her foot back in her shoe, and reached into her handbag. “What do I owe you, Mr…?” She asked.

“Ancunin,” he turned around, his cheeks still flushed. “Please, call me Astarion and no charge of course, it was just some simple thread work.”

“No, I insist,” she placed her largest coin in his hand. Even though he had stopped bleeding, she could still smell the hint of blood on his finger. She cupped her hand under his, caressing her finger against the digit he had injured. “You hurt your finger,” she frowned, pulling it to her lips and giving it a gentle kiss. Her lips were cool and they sent an electric shock up his entire body. “I’m sorry,” she blushed deeply again, both for his injury and for the spontaneous kiss.

“It…happens all the time,” he held his breath in again. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her, warm up those chilled lips with his own.

“I…should go. Or I’ll be even more late,” she felt the sudden pull of her master, reminding her of her purpose. “Thank you again, Astarion.”

She turned towards the door, unable to remain in his presence for fear of losing herself to him. “Wait!” His voice trembled as she reached for the door. “I…didn’t get your name. I…can add you to my client list…and if you ever want new stockings…I can put in a special order for them.”

She bit deeply into her lip before turning around, nearly drawing blood. “Yes, that would be wonderful,” her stomach whirred with butterflies. Her mind raced, wondering which of her many names she should tell him. She didn’t want him to know any of the ones associated with her tortured existence, so she made one up on the spot, just for him. “Atavia Amre,” she extended a hand to take the card he held out to her.

“Hmm, we have the same initials,” he smiled a little as she wrote her name down on the card.

“We do,” she smiled back as she handed the card to him. “Hopefully I will see you soon. I have plenty of clothes that need updating,” she slowly backed away towards the door, fighting against the magnetic pull she felt for him. He followed her, needing to finally close up the shop. She stepped down from the doorway, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. “Please get home safely, Astarion,” she lingered for a moment as he flipped the sign around, knowing what sort of creatures haunted the dark streets. “I am sorry for keeping you so late.”

“I live upstairs,” he smiled, leaning against the door, not wanting her to leave. “It is an easy walk.”

“I’m glad for that,” she nodded at him one last time. “Good night.”

She clicked her heels and walked away, clawing her fingers into the neck of her dress. She would only hurt him, so she would have to stay away from him forever. She swallowed hard, heading towards the restaurant where she was supposed to meet her latest target nearly half an hour ago. He was waiting impatiently in front of it, throwing up his hands and muttering to himself when he saw her. “The things I put up with to get laid,” he said, quietly to most people’s ears, but not her superior vampiric ones. “What kept you? I was getting worried.” He added in a sugary tone, pulling her in for a kiss.

“A wardrobe emergency,” she held out her calf, showing off the beautiful new embroidery.

“What, you stopped for new shoes?” He didn’t even notice. “Come on, I’m starving.”

NSFW: Headcanon your own sex scene that you wish was in BG3

I know people would absolutely lose their minds if they added any actual poly interactions aside from the dark and cheesy Drow twin scene, but I would’ve loved at least a kiss or further acknowledgment of the combined relationship at the end of the game.

Background: Halsin and Astarion have just been intimate for the first time, enjoying some mutual oral in the park. They returned back to Tav’s cottage to surprise her, Astarion eager to finally explore both their bodies at the same time. They go out to dinner before heading back home.

Content and Warnings: Female elf x male elf x male elf. Threesome, oral sex, PIV sex, anal sex, cum tasting.

There was a nervous excitement in the air as Tav unlocked the door to her cottage. They’d spent dinner discussing finally being intimate as a trio and Tav’s heart had been racing non-stop. She was still a little apprehensive that Astarion was moving too fast with his sexual journey, but he kept assuring her that he had been looking forward to this for a very long time. She walked inside, her hands holding each of theirs, and pulled them towards the couch. “So,” she let out an excited breath, giving both their hands a squeeze. “Do we want to establish who’s doing what to who, so there are no surprises or would you prefer it to be spontaneous with proper communication?” She spoke mostly to Astarion.

“I think spontaneous would be best,” Astarion smiled, squeezing his free hand against her thigh. “Any sort of routine might be…triggering.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “We can stop at any time, for any reason,” she released his hand and gently caressed his face, pulling him in for a long kiss. He nodded, pulling Halsin in for a kiss next, who then kissed Tav after. They moved back and forth or shared their mouths all together, their tongue sliding across one another’s. Tav offered her neck to Astarion first, knowing the quickest way to get him aroused. She knelt on the floor, attending to Halsin’s cock as Astarion knelt behind her. He kissed and nuzzled her neck as she stroked Halsin’s cock, who gazed happily down at them both. Astarion bit down gently, letting his hands creep up under her dress, finding her already slick. “Mmmmm, you are so turned on already,” he whispered once he had finished with his drink and licked her neck clean.

“Mmmmhmmm,” she arched her back against him, his hands teasing her with perfect precision. “I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time too.”

“Come get another drink, my heart,” Halsin reached his long arm down to pull Astarion towards him, pushing his hair aside. He let out a low moan as Tav wrapped her mouth around his cock.

Astarion stood up and knelt on the sofa, leaning over to Halsin’s neck to kiss and nuzzle it. He took another quick drink from the druid, his cock throbbing with excitement when he finished. He kissed and nuzzled his neck further, nibbling his ear as Halsin moaned loudly. Astarion turned his gaze down, watching as Tav serviced Halsin’s cock, her mouth making quiet sucking noises that made his balls throb.

“Gods you look so beautiful doing that,” he smiled, pushing her hair back on the opposite side that Halsin held back. She grinned widely, locking eyes with him and teasing her tongue along the head of Halsin’s thick erection. “Mmmm…keep looking at me while you suck him,” he hissed, as her free hand crept up his thigh and gave his bulge a gentle squeeze.

Seeing her with Halsin was even more of a turn on than he’d imagined. She complied, keeping her gaze on him as she rested her head against Halsin’s thick thigh, teasing his cock into her cheek. “Let me see it,” she finally purred, flicking her eyes down to his crotch. He unbuttoned himself and slipped his blushing pink cock out, a thin dew of pre-cum across the head. She let out a guttural moan, shifting slightly so she could put her mouth on it, continuing to stroke Halsin.

“I made the same noise when I saw his beautiful cock,” Halsin laughed, pulling Astarion in for a kiss as he mouth fell open from her own.

“Will you show me what you did to it?” She breathed heavily, eager to finally see them together.

He looked at Astarion with an approving nod and shifted slightly as she released both their cocks from her grasp. He leaned over, pushing his long hair out of his face and set his mouth on Astarion’s cock. “Oh Gods,” she felt an energetic pulse in her cunt. She sat on her heels, letting her hands touch herself and flicked her eyes back and forth between Astarion’s gaze and Halsin’s eager mouth.

“Perhaps…uhhhhh…it is time to move to the bedroom,” Astarion grinned, watching Tav finger herself while watching them.

She nodded, climbing back to her feet and dragging them with her, their cocks wobbling as they walked. They stripped one another, letting their mouths fall wherever they pleased. They tumbled into bed, pressing and grinding their bodies against one another as their sweat mingled. “I’d like to watch him fuck you for a bit,” Astarion moaned, his cock sliding against her stomach as Halsin’s slid along her ass.

“Okay,” Tav nodded, pressing him back onto the bed and settling between his legs as Halsin climbed behind her. He pressed his face into her cunt, ravaging her honey like a crazed-bear. “Ahhhh, his mouth is quite hungry, isn’t it?” Tav grinned up at Astarion, teasing her tongue on his tip again.

“Wonderfully hungry,” he closed his eyes as her mouth enveloped him.

She reached up and grabbed the hand he had clutched against his chest, squeezing it gently and checking in with him. He opened his eyes, nodding at her that he was doing okay. They widened when Halsin emerged from between her legs, his face completely coated in her. “Fuck her, my bear,” Astarion grinned, locking eyes with Halsin.

“Ohhhh,” Tav whimpered as Halsin pushed inside her slowly, easing every inch of his long, thick cock in. “Fuck,” she bit her lip, staring up at Astarion.

“Does he fill you up nicely?” Astarion gazed at her, watching her mouth fall open as she continued to stroke him.

“Yeah…” she moaned, squeezing his hand tightly.

“I can’t wait to be able to take him in too,” Astarion grinned, locking eyes with Halsin again as he slowly fucked her from behind. “A little more practice with you I think,” he gazed back down at Tav.

“I’d love to watch that,” Halsin groaned, moving his hips a little faster.

He and Tav found a rhythm, him thrusting into her as her mouth slid down Astarion’s shaft, and then back the opposite direction. The men’s combined moans drove her insane, her cunt pulsing wildly around Halsin’s cock as she squeezed her fist around Astarion in concert. She cried and arched her back as she came, biting gently into Astarion’s thigh. Halsin eased his thrusts, moving in her slowly as he smiled at Astarion. “I will never grow tired of that sound,” he sighed.

“Me either,” Astarion caressed her face as she emerged from her ecstasy.

“You two have gotten me so hot,” she purred, pressing her hips back against Halsin. “Should we try another configuration?”

“Any ideas?” Astarion grinned as she massaged his balls gently.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you two together again,” she wrapped her mouth around his sack, humming happily as Halsin continued to fuck her slowly during their transitional period. She released it back onto his thighs with a wet plop. “Would you be comfortable…fucking him?”

“I think so,” he nodded at Halsin, who smiled widely at the idea.

She pulled her hips forward, finally letting Halsin slid out of her, and climbed onto the bed beside Astarion. She reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table and handed it to him with a long kiss. Halsin lay beside Astarion as well, his cock still coated in her honey. Astarion slicked his cock with the lube as they both lavished attention on him, both so proud of his healing. His cock quivered as they both put their mouths to one of his nipples, their hands also joining around his newly slicked cock. “I’d love to spend a whole evening with both of us just teasing you,” Tav nipped his nipple between her teeth. “Give you all the pleasure you deserve,” she beamed up at Astarion.

“I’d like that,” he smiled happily at her.

She returned to his lips as Halsin’s mouth continued to kiss down his body. “I love you,” she whispered in his ear, smoothing his curls down. “I’m so very proud of you.”

“Will you ride his cock while I fuck him?” He asked her, tracing his finger along her ear. “I want to stay close to you.”

“Of course, my love,” she nuzzled her nose against his.

Halsin returned to his back, smiling happily at them. He knew he would never have as deep of a connection as the two of them shared, but his heart swelled from simply being apart of it. Astarion sat up and Tav slithered over to Halsin, nibbling on his shoulder as Astarion got between his legs. Halsin’s cock wobbled in anticipation as Astarion gently fingered his asshole, getting him stretched out. Astarion bent down, grinning at them both as he sucked the honey from Halsin’s shaft. “I can taste you both,” Astarion moaned, sucking more pre-cum off Halsin’s tip, the flavor mingling with her honey.

“Let’s make this bear growl together for being so good to us,” Tav slid down Halsin’s wide frame, straddling just above his hips and teasing his cock around Astarion’s mouth.

He sucked it a little longer, knowing she would enjoy watching him. He could see her cunt pulsing hungrily again, a small puddle of honey collecting on Halsin’s stomach. “Would you like to just watch us together at some point?” he sat up a little, sweeping his fingers into the puddle and sucking on them gently.

“Very much so,” she grinned, glancing back at Halsin, who smiled happily at her. “Perhaps when he fucks you the first time?”

“Mmmm,” Astarion purred, pulling her in for another kiss. “Ready to make our bear growl?”

“Absolutely,” she bit her lip, lifting her hips to slip Halsin back inside her.

“Gods, he does fill up you nicely,” Astarion stared down at her cunt spread wide around him.

“Mmmmhmmm,” she moaned, circling her hips around Halsin’s shaft, watching as Astarion teased the head of his cock against Halsin’s asshole.

“Mmmmm please…Astarion,” Halsin whimpered, spreading his legs wider.

“I think he wants it all,” Tav whispered, watching as Astarion slid every inch up Halsin’s asshole with a low moan.

“Gods yes!” Halsin groaned as they both began to slowly move around and inside him.

They found their own rhythm, their hips meeting and parting in a beautiful dance as their mouths joined and remained fixed on one another’s. Halsin didn’t last long being doubly fucked and erupted inside Tav with a low, feral growl. He propped himself up slowly, his breath still ragged as Astarion continued to fuck his ass. He reached up to rub Tav’s clit, still sunk inside her warmth, feeling every pulse of her cunt. “I’m so close,” Astarion whimpered, clinging tightly to Tav and pounding Halsin’s asshole.

“Do you want to come in him or all over me?” She writhed, Halsin’s strong fingers bringing her to climax consecutively, in tiny little bursts.

“In him, please,” he cried urgently, his strokes getting faster.

“Fill him, my love,” she grinned happily, finally letting Halsin’s cock slip free, leaning back to watch Astarion finish. Halsin groaned and pulled her close, gripping his hands tightly around her as Astarion neared climax. “He feels so good, doesn’t he?” Tav purred, Halsin’s heavy breaths vibrating against her back.

“Very good,” Halsin moaned, as Astarion thrust a final time and exploded inside him in a triumphant, pleased grunt.

His shoulders sagged slightly as the wave of pleasure flowed up his whole body. His eyelids fluttered from the intoxicating ecstasy, finally opening and settling on Tav with a wide smile. He leaned down to kiss her, her head resting just under Halsin’s chin. He kissed Halsin as well, then kissed back down her body, his mouth finding its way down to the mingled puddle of fluids flowing from her cunt. He tasted them both, suckling greedily on her slick folds. “Mmmmm,” she giggled as he nibbled on her. “Your mouth is quite hungry too.”

“I wouldn’t mind seconds,” Halsin growled lowly, shifting under her.

Astarion grinned, his mouth covered in her and lifted up her hips. She set her back down on the mattress beside Halsin as they continued to shift so they could share her cunt. They pulled her legs widely apart, so she was in a near split and licked every inch of her together, their tongues meeting and sharing her taste. She panted and whimpered, her orgasms too many to count at this point. Finally, at the point of complete exhaustion, their tongues relented and they nestled on either side of her. “I don’t think I have a drop of moisture left in my body,” she mumbled. “You both fucked and licked it completely out of me.”

“I will bring you some water, my heart,” Halsin nuzzled against her and climbed out of bed, giving them a moment alone as well.

“So was that everything you dreamed it would be?” Astarion nuzzled her sleepily. “I know it was for me.”

“It exceeded,” she let out a happy sigh. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you both.”

“You make us both extremely happy,” he pulled her onto her side so he could kiss her. “You deserve everything for that. I love you.”

“I love you…my little goose,” she giggled as he nibbled on her chin and down her neck.

Halsin returned with a glass of water, climbing back beside her. “I love you too, my bear. Thank you,” she sat up so she could drain the entire glass. They settled back against one another and fell into their trances quickly, their dreams filled with even more passions and positions they might try out in the future.

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that kind of devotion can't be ignored | Anarcia (1)

A/N: happy birthday to Anetra here's the anarcia fic I've been working on!! It's in the same universe as New York Nights so it's a lesbian superhero au! hope you enjoy it :) ---

Marcia went over the steps for what was probably the hundredth time. She spun, kicked, and lept in time to the beat of the music, her face scrunched up in concentration. As the last of the music faded, she took a moment to breathe. Today could be a big day for her, no, it was going to be a big day for her. She had auditioned and received a call back for Legally Blonde- and she was determined to get a part in this musical. Her call back was in two hours, and Marcia hadn't stopped rehearsing since she had gotten the call. She was determined to be perfect, to impress the directors, and give them no choice but to give her a part. Suddenly, her train of thought was interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door.

Swiping her blonde hair to the side, she opened the door to be met by her roommate and best friend of ten years, Luxx Noir London. The two had met in high school when Luxx had transferred to Marcia's school. As the class president and a big social butterfly, Marcia went out of her way to befriend Luxx- and the two had just clicked. Luxx worked as the newest fashion designer at Fame's, and when she wasn't dressed in her usual Y2K grunge outfits, she could be seen in babydoll tees with what Marcia considered 'unhinged' sayings. This particular one read 'Even a girlboss needs a forehead kiss sometimes'. Her black hair was dyed with red streaks, currently swept over her shoulder.

"Marshy, babe, you should take a break. You're going to wear yourself out before you even get there," Luxx chastised, "Plus, I need a break from the show tunes."

Marcia rolled her eyes, "Luxx, I'm trying to be on Broadway. Show tunes are like, my whole thing!"

"Well, maybe they can not be your thing for the next 2 hours."

Marcia huffed. Deep down, she knew Luxx was right. If she kept going, she would tire herself out which would not help her audition- she hated the idea of her missing a move because she was exhausted. Still, Marcia wasn't exactly pleased to stop.

"Okay, maybe you're right. What should we do instead?"

Luxx grinned, "I have just the idea!"

Marcia should've known better. Instead of rehearsing, she had spent the last hour and a half acting as a mannequin for Luxx's newest idea. Did Marcia mind helping out her best friend? No, of course not. Did she mind getting pricked with pins every other minute? That, that she did.

Marcia rubbed her side, still sore from an accidental prick as she arrived at the theatre. It was gorgeous, the reds of the building complemented the New York sunset around it. She's been to this theatre many times, but seeing it never seemed to get old. Marcia thought it might just be the prettiest building in all of New York. She fiddled with her pink sweater, tied over the black tank top. She had chosen the comfiest pair of black leggings she had owned and tied her hair up with a matching pink scrunchie. She had been auditioning for years, yet she couldn't shake the nerves she felt each time she stepped onto the stage for the first time.

Marcia let out a sigh she didn't know she had been holding before stepping inside the theater.

Two hours later, she stepped outside the same theater, exhausted. Marcia thought her audition had gone well, but she wasn't about to get her hopes up just yet. She had only graduated a few months ago and had a few college productions under her belt. Still, a callback was a pretty big win in her book. She let her hair fall as she wrapped the scrunchie around her wrist before starting back for the apartment.

Marcia replayed the call back in her mind. She had nailed the dance, rocked the singing, and looked like the spitting image of Elle. She knew she had a good chance, but the others had performed just as well as she had. The worst part was that she couldn't discern any emotion on the director's faces, she couldn't tell how they felt about any of those auditioning, which was standard but nerve-wracking nonetheless. Her hopes were high though, if not the lead- maybe ensemble? Marcia nodded to herself, pleased with her performance.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice a figure begin to follow behind her, emerging from a dark alleyway. The shadowy figure started far back at first, but slowly began to catch up to her- and Marcia didn't even notice. As she passed another dark alley, the figure grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the alley.

Marcia yelped in surprise as she stumbled backward. "Hey, girlie. Don't panic, just gimmie 'yer wallet and I'll let you go. Nice and simple." The figure snarled, raising its hand and producing a crackling of lightning from it. Marcia flinched as the sparks got close to her. She had never encountered a villain before, she didn't know what to do. Her body shook as she tried to separate from the villain, her mind racing. "H-Help!" She yelled out, desperately trying to tug her wrist free.

The villain tightened their grip before both were startled by a noise from above. Looking up, Marcia saw a figure backflip off of the building above them, and Marcia noticed that their legs were covered with fire. The mysterious person landed a few feet away from them, the fire from her legs traveled up her body until it reached her hands, covering her fists. Marcia noticed she was clad in a yellow, white, and black outfit with a white flower mask covering her face. "Let her go." The hero spoke. Her voice was deep- to Marcia, it sounded like velvet. She felt herself blush.

Marcia's eyes widened, she felt hopeful as she realized her hero was here. Unfortunately though, at that point, the villain decided to kick off into the air- with Marcia in tow. She screamed as the ground below them grew smaller and smaller as the villain soared higher and higher. They were swift, it didn't take long until Marcia could see the tops of the buildings around her. Normally, this view would be pretty cool, however definitely not when she was dangling with the threat of falling to her death. She watched the hero shoot up, following the villain. Her kidnapper cursed as the woman was on their tail. The masked villain was fast, but Marcia's weight was certainly dragging them down. Suddenly, the masked woman set off a blast of fire at the villain's head.

They barely managed to dodge, sharply moving which caused Marcia to yelp. The villain looked down at her, an evil shine in their eye.

"Shouldn't have done that. Let's see what you prioritize, Lotus. Catching me or her!"

Marcia's eyes widened as the villain let go of her wrist, sending her plummeting to the ground. She couldn't hear anything except the beating of her heart, she let out a scream as she watched the figures above her become smaller.

Thoughts raced through her mind- she wouldn't be there to see Luxx's first runway, perform in her first professional show, she wouldn't get to know the results of her call back, hell she wouldn't ever see Luxx again- that thought in particular hurt. Tears spilled out of her eyes, shutting them as she heard the sounds of the city approaching rapidly.

And then, she felt a pair of hands hooking under her legs and back. Marcia opened her eyes, and blinking through her tears she was greeted by the woman in the Lotus mask. She shifted in the woman's arms, moving closer towards her, Marcia's breathing still heavy. "Don't worry, I've got you. You're safe." The woman soothed her and pulled Marcia closer, beginning to descend.

By the time the mysterious hero had touched the top of a building, Marcia had calmed down a bit. She gently set Marcia down, holding her up as her legs were still shaking.

"Are you oka-" She began to speak, but Marcia quickly cut the woman off, tightly hugging her. She felt the masked woman gently place her hands on her back.

Marcia pulled back, trying to wipe her tears away.

"G-god, sorry. Uhm, I'm just emotional."

The other woman chuckled. "Don't worry. I can't blame you. I'm Lotus, by the way." She offered her hand out to Marcia. She shook Lotus' hand- strong and comforting. It made her feel more at ease.

"I'm Marcia, thank you for saving me- I have some money, it's not a lot but-"

Lotus smiled, "Don't worry about it, saving a pretty girl is reward enough."

Marcia blushed. She was a bit taken aback, unsure of how to respond.

She could see the other woman more clearly now. She had a butterfly tattoo on her chest and brownish-blonde hair. Her hair was in a top knot with the rest of it down, reaching her mid-back. Her physique was also very athletic, she could see that she had well-defined muscles. And then her eyes. Her eyes were a gorgeous dark brown that Marcia thought she might get lost in.

Marcia snapped back to reality, realizing she should probably answer the woman. "Thanks, you're gorgeous." Marcia faltered for a moment- was that too far? 'What? Why would it be too far, you literally just called her gorgeous. That's like, not even that bold. Why am I so nervous?' She thought to herself.

The woman smiled at her, "Thanks princess, now let's get you back down. It's getting late."

Marcia blushes at the nickname as she steps closer to Lotus, who easily scoops her up. Marcia let out a small yelp, wrapping her hands around the girl's neck. Lotus took a few steps toward the edge of the building.

"Hold on." She briefly warned before stepping off of the edge. Marcia felt her hair whipping in the wind around her as she and Lotus plummeted toward the ground. Just before they hit the ground, Lotus levitated a few inches off the ground. Smirking, she landed and set Marcia down.

"You love to show off, huh?" Marcia teased, fixing her hair.

"I don't do it for just anyone, consider yourself special."

Marcia blushed, "I bet you say that to all the women you rescue."

Lotus laughed before a noise buzzed in her ear. Marcia couldn't make out what the device was saying, but Lotus' face shifted to something more serious.

"Sorry, business calls. Do you know how to get home from here?"

Marcia nodded, and the woman took a few steps back. "Good. Well, maybe I'll see you around Marcia." She shot Marcia a wink.

Marcia waved at her as she kicked off into the air, quickly flying above the buildings. Marcia watched her leave, her heart beating rapidly. Suddenly, it clicked as to why she had been so nervous.

"LUXX!" Marcia yelled as she burst into their apartment, startling the poor girl on the couch.

"Jeez Marshall, can you give a girl some warning next time?" Luxx groaned, sitting up as Marcia plopped down beside her.

"Luxx, I've officially met the love of my life!"

Luxx stared at her, a deadpan look on her face.

"...what?"

And so, Marcia recounted the story to her best friend. From her audition, to the kidnapping, to Lotus. Marcia's hands flew everywhere as she excitedly recounted the events. Luxx sat there listening, her expression unchanging until Marcia finished.

"I'm glad you're okay, but Marsh- you don't even know this girl. You know her hero name and a vague idea of what she looks like. I don't think you can be in love with someone you don't even know."

Realistically, Luxx made a lot of sense. If this were anyone else, Marcia would have agreed with her. But Marcia knew herself- and she knew Lotus was different.

"But she's different Luxx, I just know it. I mean my heart flutters when she speaks to me, and I just get so nervous when I'm around her."

"Babe that's you meeting a hot woman. It doesn't mean you're in love."

Marcia pouted, "I don't know how to describe it but...it's so much more than that, you know?"

Luxx raised an eyebrow at her, sighing. "If you're so sure then I'll support you, but if this crush ends in like a week then I get to say I told you so. But seriously, how are you even gonna talk to her again? It's not like superheroes just publicly put their schedules online."

Marcia paused, Luxx had a good point. How would she find Lotus again?

"Well, I'll uh- I'll figure it out. Somehow. The internet probably has information about her."

Marcia pulled out her phone, scouring the internet. Luxx returned to watching her television show, chuckling at Marcia. She admittedly wasn't having much luck, thanks to the fact that there were about a million and one superheroes in New York, finding any content about Lotus was near impossible. She had found an introductory article that compiled several new heroes, Lotus included, from two years ago. The article didn't contain much except her name and superpowers- fire manipulation, which was obvious.

Social media wasn't that helpful either. There were only a few hits for 'Lotus', none of them containing anything useful. Marcia groaned- this was going to be harder than she thought. She drummed her fingers on the arm of the couch as she thought about what to do next. Maybe she could send an email to the hero registry? No, they would never reply to her.

What if she created an Instagram account dedicated to Lotus? If people had any information, they could contact the account! Realistically, Marcia knew it had a snowball's chance in hell of working but...it was better than never seeing her again. At least then she could say she tried.

And so, she got to work. She created the account and followed herself and several other professional heroes in the city. She drafted up a post, a simple text post reading 'If you have any info about Lotus please DM me!! this isn't anything bad I swear!!' It was cheesy and not that believable, but it would have to do.

"Marcie I've seen you make a lot of strange decisions, but this is a whole new level of stalker."

She jumped as Luxx's voice appeared behind her. "Jesus Luxx, you scared me! And I'm not a stalker, I just...I just need to find someone who knows her. And then I can talk to her again!" Luxx sighed, patting Marcia on the shoulder.

"If you think so. Now, do you want spaghetti or chicken for dinner? Because I'm starving."

"Are you asking me to make dinner? Because if I remember correctly, the last time you tried to cook something our kitchen almost burnt down."

Luxx huffed, "That was ONE time! But yes please Marshie, we can watch America's Next Top Modellll~"

Marcia sighed, "I'm only doing this because I don't want to get kicked out."

"Love you, Marshall!"

Luxx and Marcia were on the couch, Luxx's legs draped over Marcia's with the tv playing. Luxx was critiquing one of the models on screen when Marcia felt her phone buzz. She lifted it, skimming her eyes over the Instagram notification.

'Lotus said she'd meet you on...'

The message cut off after that. Marcia's eyes widened as she gasped, rising off of the couch and accidentally knocking Luxx off of it. She yelped in surprise as she steadied herself.

"Geez Marsh, what happened?"

Marcia couldn't reply as she opened the message. It came from a woman named Sasha, who Marcia assumed was a friend or something of Lotus'. A girlfriend? Hopefully not.

The full message read, 'Lotus said she'd meet you outside the building she dropped you off at, 8 pm sharp.'

Marcia's face lit up as she read the message, clutching her phone.

"Marshie...Marsh, you're scaring me. What's up?" Luxx waved her hand in front of Marcia's face, snapping her out of her bliss. Marcia looked up at Luxx, beaming.

"I've got a date with Lotus. Tomorrow."

#drag race #rpdr #rpdr fanfiction #anarcia #anetra #marcia marcia marcia #marcia x3 #luxx noir london #rupauls drag race #thatkindofdevotion #anetras hero costume is her mtq outfit #anyways i love them dearly

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Felinette Prompts p.16

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8) (part 9) (part 10) (part 11) (part 12) (part 13) (part 14) (part 15)

(Ao3)

MultiFelix

(I remembered that I wrote several prompts for the Multimouse/Felix pair once in the comments and forgot to put them in the chapter)

Voice In My Mind

Every evening when Felix goes to bed and turns off the light, he hears a pleasant female voice talking to him. He thinks he’s going crazy, but begins to talk to the voice anyway, trusting it with his secrets, until one day, turning on the light, he finds next to his pillow the tiny owner of this voice, that wasn’t at all in his imagination...

Something You Need

Felix comes to the library to read and when he sits down at the table, something gets under his foot. Under the table he finds a black earring that turns red in his hand. But before he can draw any conclusions, a little Mouse-hero comes under that same table, searching for something. Meeting Felix’s eyes she asks if he saw anything unusual here.

Future Past

(used similar trope in Taken)

One moment everything is normal, the next moment Felix finds himself sitting on the roof of a building with mice running around him worriedly. Or rather not mice, but tiny superheroines who claim that they are his future girlfriend and that now is three years ahead of where Felix is from, and that future Felix, whom she is actually dating, was hit by an Akuma, has changed places with him and sent to the past. And if all this wasn’t enough for Felix to have a migraine, the mouse also claims that her Felix had the Miraculous of Creation on him instead of her, so she doesn’t know what to do...

Non-Canon AUs

Destiny AU

Instead of a bookstore, Felix went into a fortune-telling salon by mistake. The door closed behind him and the fortune teller told him that there were no accidents in life and that he couldn’t leave until she made a prediction for him. He reluctantly agreed to listen to predictions in which he didn’t believe, if only to leave this ridiculous place faster. The friendly woman told him his destiny, with the classic “you’ll meet your true love soon” and a few details, and finally let him out of the salon. But the worst thing is that the events she predicted began to come true as soon as he turned the corner...

Another Model Twins AU

Felix knew that he was a grumpy person, but having been a model for years, he also knew that his looks were enough to get him hired by top fashion designers anyway. Usually. But now it was about shooting a collection for February 14th, and instead of the usual stern thoughtfulness in the photo, he was required to look in love, and Felix couldn’t make his face obey. He would have had to give up the contract to his brother, if Adrien hadn’t invited a friend who wanted to do some sketches to Felix’s last attempt at Valentine’s shooting. And why is his customer so pleased with Felix’s work today if all he did was keep an eye on his brother’s pretty friend?...

Married Wrong

(Angst with a happy ending)

Marinette marries Adrien, to help her friend legally free himself from his father. Their relationship was long expected and doesn’t raise questions, so no one knows that the two remain only friends. They pretend in front of everyone – their parents, friends, and even her husband’s cousin, whom Marinette actually loves, and about whom she is sure that he will never love her back, especially now. Until an accident puts everything in its place.

School days

Partner in Crime

The first thing Felix does when he shows up at their school is pretend to be Adrien to play a rough prank on Lila in front of Marinette, and she can’t help but enjoy his performance. They start talking about it and Felix gradually converts Marinette into his mischief, pranking people over to amuse her, pulling her out of the depression that threatened her. Eventually, they start making pranks together, although no one suspects them of it, because outwardly to everyone their friendship looks like Marinette re-educated the evil boy, but instead Felix re-educated class rep into his partner in crime...

Not Dating

Classmates’ POV fic. Day by day and one by one Marinette’s classmates noticed that she got closer to Felix. Close enough to be considered dating. Finally all the class is convinced that the two ARE dating. The only problem is, not Felix nor Marinette seem to know about it.

A New Crush

Marinette realizes she has a crush on Felix after she got to know him better and, frightened by her feelings, starts avoiding him diligently, as she used to do with Adrien. Of course, she knew that Adrien and Felix acted very differently when something didn’t suit them, but she didn’t expect that in a week Felix would be waiting for her at her house to find out what he had done wrong to destroy their barely nascent friendship...

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“drake why are you posting fic at 5:20 am” why aren’t you, huh? why aren’t you

@cyndaqwlw requested something with Yuck’s unstable body (and this is slightly edited from the version I sent you last night, Gaby, though not much). I have a lot of ideas swirling around which I think would be better suited for a full fic, but we’ll see-- I wanted to post this now in case I don’t finish said full fic. I’m gonna try and finish my other request today and then come back to this, but I also need to pack up my entire room, so we’ll see.

words: 735

tags: second person pov, high school au, minor blood/violence

Brush teeth. Spit. Blood black against the soft pink of the sink.

Brush again. Hoark up phlegm. Green and black again.

Party's going, music a second heartbeat in your shins, in your chest. Your arms shake, vision spinning. Spit a tooth out this time, take a dime from your pocket and use a hint of magic to place it in. You don't have any of your original teeth anymore.

But then again, you don't have any of your original body anymore, either. The organs of Theseus, a copy of a copy of a copy of a --

Someone's banging on the door, Hurry up, I have to piss!, so you open the door and grab the back of their head and slam their nose down onto your knee.

Guy falls. Guy screams. Guy coughs up blood red like roses against the pale of his face.

Close the door again, holding the knob tight as the crowd swarms in, pounding Get out here, fucker—

You catch a look at your face in the streaked mirror: the veins in your eyes, the skin under them like bruised apples; the wide scab across your nose from not dodging as soberly as you thought you would; the whorls of glitter-purple you’d let some goth girl draw on your cheek —

(looks kinda like hers, doesn’t it?)

Someone call the ambulance / someone call the cops / someone call the twins.

Looks like you're not invited to the party anymore.

Step out. Feel hands grabs at your hair, fists pound on your back. One blast of energy is all you need, even as it sends a flood of blood and snot down your face, dirties pennies down the back of your throat.

Outside, you dig your fingers into the lawn and drain until there's a ring of death big as a meteor crash around you, your hair falls in green waves down your back and in front of your face, and your whole body pulses with life. Your organs are no longer sloshing around in your body like driftwood surfers in the belly of a storm.

Your hands come out black with dirt, your claws white in the pool of porch light. You wipe your nose on your sleeve, cough loud and wet. Behind you, someone -- the homeowner's son, probably, a fellow nasally punk who'd invited you with promises of bottomless liquor and tons of other villains and "babes" to connect to -- is screaming.

“Yang was right,” he's yelling as he stomps down the porch; “You really are a freak.”

You stand up. You look at him as if for the first time -- 17, like you, black band tee and fashionably ripped jeans and burnt orange hair poking out from under the closure of his hat.

You laugh. “I could've told you that,” you say. “And let me guess -- you thought inviting his worst enemy would be a great way to get back at him for snubbing you? Probably calling you a douchebag to your face?” You flash over to him, then, raising your hand to pat his face even as he jerks back.

He doesn't touch you. No one ever does. You're an oil spill in the shape of a boy pretending he's a man.

“It hurts, doesn't it?” you ask. “When you get down on your hands and knees in that hallway every day-- oh Yang, you're so cool, please, let's go play games together, please show me your sword, please let me gargle your cock —”

You spit at his feet. Saliva, no blood this time, shiny with a little hint of green in the center.

“-- and he still won't give you the time of day? It’s been what, four, almost five years?”

Black eyes widen at you. A violet blush under the sunburnt skin.

You smile. “Thanks for the invitation, though.”

The rest of the party, loaded now onto the front porch and leaning out the windows, crows for blood.

Roger goes to punch you, finally, but you merely turn and snap your fingers, the spittle before his shoes shooting towards the sky, a giant incisor of green glass, and you don't turn around to witness what it hits, but you hear him yelling FUCK at the top of his lungs and you hear something clatter to the asphalt and cries of the word "your horn" from the peanut gallery before you rip a portal in the air and you're gone.

#yin yang yo #2d nonsense

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past, present, future → b.chan

synopsis: Your best friend drags you to his high school reunion against your will, and never have you encountered such chaos. Alternatively, you go on the journey of making more friends, and a potential lover.

genre: high school acquaintances to lovers au; fluff, one second of angst

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 14.4k

warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, kinda dialogue heavy (oops)

note: i am BACK with this mess of a fic. it took me too long to finish this, and i apologise for any shitty writing :3 thanks to my little babie @curanonemu for making sure i finished this and supporting me as usual muAH. new formatting on posts too weeeee (new year, new me fsdhfgs jk no)!! also, synopsis kinda sucks i’m sorry :P hope y’all enjoy! x

You did not want to go for your high school reunion dinner.

High school is a time for many that is either the best, or worst time of their lives. Forever friends are found there and painstakingly embarrassing memories are made in run down buildings with people you care about. Except, you didn’t have any such attachments.

Those three years were nothing but a filler for you as you studied, helped out in the library, and hung out with one person you called your best friend.

And on top of it all, it wasn’t even a high school reunion dinner meant for you.

The night the bomb is dropped on you, Changbin walks into the living room of the apartment you both share just outside the grounds of your university, and goes straight to the kitchen to fix himself a bowl of cereal because cooking and Changbin did not get along well. The apartment was way cheaper than the dorms your school provided, and it definitely did not have any nosy RAs who were just out there to torture students for their own viewing pleasure.

On top of all that, you could live with your best friend and not some random stranger who might very much as well be a psychotic killer. Perhaps, Changbin could have some questionable habits, like talking to himself in a baby voice while looking in the mirror, but nothing that threatened your life.

You hear Changbin’s phone ringing from the kitchen as you aimlessly flip through the shows available on Netflix, deciding which new show you should watch and commit to, when your best friend’s boisterous laughter fills your ears. Used to the noise, you roll your eyes before increasing the volume of the TV, finally deciding to rewatch Sherlock.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re about to solve the known mystery together with Benedict Cumberbatch when Changbin walks in front of the TV, automatically eliciting a whine from you as you crane your neck left and right to catch a glimpse of the screen.

“What the fuck, Bin?” You finally yell, frowning at the boy in front of you. Realising that he probably wanted something, considering the fact that he wasn’t moving till you asked him, you switch the TV off and settle back into the sofa, throwing him a death glare. “What do you want from me, pest?”

Something’s definitely amiss when you see Changbin shuffling his feet and looking at the ground, a guilty smile ever-present on his face.

“Whatever it is, my answer is no,” you say distantly, leaning back into the sofa with crossed arms. “So give it up.”

“Oh c’mon Y/n! At least hear me out?” Changbin cries out loudly, dropping onto his knees with clasped hands.

Heaving out a sigh, you slowly unfold your arms and lean forward, eyebrows raised as you nod at the poor boy in front of you. “I’ll hear you out. But don’t expect me to say yes.”

“Um...” Changbin starts, eyes darting around the room as he tries to find the right words. “So my high school friends are having a reunion dinner next week and I told them I’d go, but I also said I’d bring you along and they were too happy and so now I think you’ll have to come with me but-”

“Woah woah woah, a high school reunion party? Absolutely not.”

It’s not like you had anything against his friends. You did have brief interactions with a few of them in high school and you knew they were pretty decent lads, but there was no way you were following Changbin to what was meant to be a friends’ gathering.

“But why not!” Changbin whines, waddling over to you on his knees. “It’ll be really fun!”

“Yeah, fun for you,” you deadpan, staring at your pitiful best friend who has now resorted to throwing you puppy eyes. “They’re your friends after all, not mine.”

“That’s right. But they could be. Don’t you think it’s time you start finding more friends who are not me?”

Changbin’s once pitiful eyes held something other than desperation at that moment; they held concern.

It was true that you had no other friend other than Changbin. You knew lots of people, sure, but you wouldn’t call them your friends. With no friends to your name other than that one, it also wasn’t hard to guess that you never dated too. But all that mattered is that you were fine with it, right?

“You know that I don’t need any other friends. You’re more than enough for me. Truthfully, I don’t think I could deal with another Changbin in my life.”

Your words incite chuckles from Changbin, but that doesn’t stray him from his original goal.

“How about this,” he starts, opting to sit cross-legged on the floor because his knees were starting to hurt way too much. “You come to the reunion with me, and the moment you feel uncomfortable, we both can leave no questions asked. Deal?”

As tempting as that sounded, you knew it was not fair to cut Changbin’s precious time with his friends just because you did not want to hang out with new people. “That’s not fair to you.”

Shaking his head, Changbin stares at you, the fire in his eyes clearly visible, and you know that he had made up his mind. “I don’t care. It’s either you follow me and we can leave whenever, or I don’t go at all.”

There was no turning back now. You knew that in the end, what Changbin wants, he gets.

You sigh numbly before nodding your head in defeat, dreading the day that was to come where you had to leave the comfort of your apartment.

With no warning, you’re engulfed in a tight hug by a nuisance chanting “thank you” a million times. You ease into the hug, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a light squeeze, before pulling back to see that he had a smile similar to the one on your face.

“I guess you’re right about me needing more friends. I can’t be annoying you for the rest of my life, right?”

ii.

You’re once again reminded why you don’t go for social gatherings as you take in the various clothes strewn all over your room.

“Hey- Woah, what happened here?” Changbin asks, bewildered at the sight in front of him. “It looks like a hurricane hit your room or something.”

“Yes, it’s called Hurricane Y/n Is Screwed,” you reply sarcastically, before sinking down into your bed in defeat. Looking up at your best friend, you decide to give it a shot and put on your most pitiful face. “Do I really have to go?”

“Yes, you really have to go,” Changbin replies without sparing you another glance, as he sifts through the heap of clothes on your bed. “And get that ugly look off your face, please. It makes me want to barf.”

Flipping your best friend off, you manoeuvre yourself such that you’re facing Changbin, and look upon him in curiosity.

After what felt like forever, pieces of clothing are thrown at you, along with a reminder that you had three hours before you had to leave.

“Three?!” You screech, causing Changbin to wince and cover his ears. “You should’ve told me earlier so that I have more time!”

“What are you so loud for, you damn pterodactyl? And three hours is more than enough. We’re just going to a cheap restaurant a few blocks away because we’re all broke college students.”

Huffing at your insolent best friend, you grab the clothes he threw at you and make your way to the bathroom, not bothering to contemplate his decision because you knew he had pretty good taste in fashion. In fact, half the clothes you had in your wardrobe were bought with him as your advisor, so you’re really in no position to criticise his choices.

You stare at your reflection and let out a nervous breath; you weren’t used to meeting new people, and there was no way you were going to be able to handle a hoard of newly turned adults. The last thing you wanted was to cut Changbin’s time short with his friends, and as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you make a promise to yourself that you’ll get through the night by whatever means. Even if it meant hours of torture.

Changbin, with absolutely no urgency, is sitting on the couch watching the fourth Harry Potter movie, when you walk into the living room, makeup half done and still dressed in your stay-at-home clothes. Boys, you think.

“I think I need to know who and how many people will be there,” you finalise, watching Changbin pick up the remote and pausing the movie at exactly when Cedric dies; poor chap. “ So that I can, you know, mentally prepare myself.”

“You really don’t, but okay. There’ll be nine of us, including you. Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix from the dance team, Jeongin and Seungmin from the baseball team, Chan from the swimming team, soccer team, and honours board, and Jisung who was pretty much useless like me.”

“Wow.”

“In my defense, you’ve seen all of these dudes at least once,” Changbin says, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway, they’re all really nice and fun so you have nothing to worry about.”

“Says you,” you mutter under your breath, before returning to your room to prepare for your doom.

iii.

The sign of the restaurant flickers periodically as you stand in the middle of the street with Changbin by your side. People brush past you as they hurry to meet their friends and families in the various restaurants lining the street, excitement evident in their steps.

Taking a deep breath, you push open the door. Immediately, a gush of warm air welcomes you, causing you to let out a content sigh.

“Hey Changbin!” A loud voice calls out from behind you, and the both of you turn in your place. The sight in front of you gives you equal amounts of anxiety and fear, as you wonder how you were going to handle the table of one, two, three… seven boys, including the embarrassment standing beside you, who was now busy doing some sort of weird wave in favour of a greeting.

“Changbin, please,” you plead, burying your face in your hands as you willed for someone to transport you back to your apartment so that you didn’t have to face reality and stand next to your shameless friend.

Chuckling sheepishly, your best friend finally stops, patting your back before walking towards the table at the back of the restaurant. “Oops sorry. Let’s go meet the rest!”

Here goes nothing.

Reaching the almost-filled table, your eyes dart from face to face, trying to see if you could remember anyone currently seated in front of you.

“Guys! This is Y/n, my best friend,”—at this, a few complaints erupt from around the table—”Gosh, fine. My other best friend.”

Immediately, at least three people shout their greetings your way.

“Hi Y/n! Nice to meet you!”

“Yo~ Changbin’s told us lots about you.”

“Y/n, sit beside me!”

Exasperated, your eyes flit around the table, trying your best to smile at all of them (which honestly turns out to look more like a pained grimace). Luckily, there was one seemingly sane person present.

“Shut up, everyone.” A boy with blue hair and sharp eyes shushes everyone. “Hi Y/n, it’s nice to have you here. I’m Jeongin.”

At this, the once quiet table is back to chaos as complaints are directed towards Jeongin for sneakily introducing himself first. Taking advantage of the mess, Changbin guides you towards the empty seats and finally settles the both of you down. Now all the seats were filled, except for one empty seat left beside you.

You’re about to ask Chanbgin about the empty chair, but before you can, he claps his hands, attracting everyone’s attention. “Okay, everyone will take turns introducing themselves. Seungmin, you start.”

The sandy haired boy seated on the right of Changbin waves both his hands while bouncing in his seat, reminding you of a puppy. “I’m Seungmin!”

Next is Jeongin, who just gives you a small smile.

Beside him, you see a blonde haired boy, what is up with the hair colours, who just smiles brightly, eyes shining brightly and freckles visible. “Hello, I’m Felix. It’s great to meet you!”

Taken aback by the deep voice, which was a total contrast to his cute appearance, you’re unable to hide the shock from your face. This triggers a bout of chuckles from the table; it was probably common for people to display similar reactions when meeting Felix.

Before pretty boy (that’s what you decided to remember him as) could introduce himself, the black haired boy resembling a squirrel interrupts him. “I’m Jisung!”

You recognise him as the one who shouted when you and Changbin entered the restaurant, and you’re about to acknowledge him when you’re cut off.

“Oi Han, it was my turn to introduce myself! Who allowed you to skip the line?”

“I do what I want,” was Jisung’s response, and pretty boy looked like he was one push away from murder.

Just as you’re sure that you were about to witness a murder, Changbin chides the two boys and breaks up the petty argument. “Just introduce yourselves without any nonsense, please.”

“I’m Hyunjin,” pretty boy mutters sulkily, giving Jisung a death stare. “And I can dance better than Jisung.”

“You motherf-”

“And I’m Minho,” the last person introduces himself, successfully cutting off Jisung’s profanity mid-word. “Sorry, don’t mind those two. They’re like Tom and Jerry.”

Smiling weakly, you muster up the courage to introduce yourself to the four pairs of eyes staring at you. Hyunjin and Jisung were busy having a staredown, while Changbin was eyeing the meat sizzling on the grill. “Hi, I’m Y/n, Changbin’s friend. It’s nice to meet all of you. Thanks for having me here.”

And just like that, everyone is back to their own conversations, with Changbin piling the perfectly done meat onto his plate. You take in a deep breath and look around the table at the happy faces.

This isn’t so bad, you thought, a little chaotic, but otherwise entertaining.

“They’re overwhelming huh?”

Any effort to mask your bewilderment vanishes as you catch the knowing look on Minho’s face. A guilty smile blooms on your face and you nod your head. “Just a little.”

“I get that,” he starts, but soon enough, there’s a content smile on his face that shows his love for his friends. “But at the end of the day, I know that these monkeys will be there for me no matter what, so I guess it makes it all worth it.”

Smiling softly at his words, you almost coo at the light blush dusting Minho’s face as reality catches up to him.

“Ahem anyway. How’s living with Changbin?” He clears his throat before changing the topic, instinctively putting some meat on your plate before helping himself, earning a grateful smile from you.

“It’s not too bad,” you start, feeling Changbin’s gaze on you after having overheard Minho’s question. “Except sometimes, he talks to himself in the mirror and it’s pretty scarring.”

“Y/n!” Changbin whines as Minho guffaws beside you, nodding his head to your answer, clearly having witnessed that side of Changbin before. “Wait till Chan comes. At least he’ll support me.”

At the unfamiliar name, you furrow your brows and the name in the form of a question tumbles out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “Chan?”

“He’s not here yet,” Minho addresses your confusion, having heard your little slip up. “He had to oversee the training for the upcoming soccer match, being the captain and all, and apparently he had a tutoring session after. He should be here soon though.”

That explains the empty chair beside you.

“Oh, he needs to get tutored after training?” You ask, feeling bad for the unknown boy. Having to absorb information after physical activities is torture. You couldn’t even focus after 40 minutes of gym. “That’s rough.”

At your assumption, a cat-like smirk spreads across Minho’s face. “Oh no, darling. He tutors after his training.”

There’s no way you’re to be blamed for the first thought that pops into your head after discovering that said Chan was responsible and smart. You’ve seen people struggling with just one extracurricular, and begging teachers for extra credits because of poor time management.

So, it’s really not your fault that the first words that enter your head is, that’s hot.

Just then, the bell situated above the door rings, indicating that someone was entering the restaurant. You’re not bothered by it, until Felix’s deep voice fills your ear.

“Chan!”

It’s almost comical how slowly you turn towards the sound, blush threatening to fill your cheeks at your first impression of Chan, without even meeting him. And as Giovanni Torriano has once said:

Talk of the Devil, and he's presently at your elbow.

Your eyes follow the figure of the devilishly breathtaking boy walking towards your table. He’s still dressed in what you assume was his soccer jersey, black hair tousled from the wind and practice. Shaking your head, you rid yourself of that inappropriate thought and opt to stare at the bowl of radish that looked the most interesting to you.

“Hey guys!” Chan smiles widely at the group of friends, as a few of them immediately get up from their seats to greet him with their usual bro hug. He sets his things down beside Minho, and is taking his seat when he spots you. Confusion clear in his eyes, he looks around the table, silently asking for an explanation as to what a stranger was doing at their usual table.

You realise his staring and try to introduce yourself, but you find yourself unable to form sentences as the reality of who Chan was hits you.

The star swimmer of your high school’s swimming team, and the top student of every single year. He was the epitome of popular. Everyone knew his name, and apparently he had never missed one day of lessons or training. On top of that, he used to regularly tutor in the library.

“Oh, this is my friend Y/n!” Changbin pipes up, slinging an arm around you. “Same high school as us, and my roommate now.”

At this, the confusion clouding Chan’s hazel eyes clears up, and he turns to face you, extending a hand. “The one who used to carry thick books everywhere and helped out in the library right? I’m Chan!”

Being the complete opposite of your best friend, you’re sure no one has ever noticed you in the library. You blend in perfectly with the shadows and shelves, and you didn’t usually help the students out, opting to arrange the books in the storeroom—the one small thing you could do to help out the aged librarian who brought you mouth-watering brownies every Thursday.

The thick books, in your defense, was your attempt at trying to finish the Harry Potter series whenever you had the spare time. You never had to explain yourself because you never expected anyone to notice. Especially not the most popular guy in school who had a million other friends.

But there he was, in all his glory, eyes crinkled into crescents as he waits for you to shake his hand, seemingly remembering you when nobody else did.

A small nudge to your side from Changbin breaks you out of your reverie and you grab his hand, silently noting how soft they were. “Nice to meet you.”

Smiling at you, he gently shakes your hand before turning to the other boys, immediately making jokes and laughing along.

“What was that about?” Changbin whispers harshly, eyeing you and Chan suspiciously.

“What was what?”

“Chan remembering you! You’ve never even met before.”

Looking at your best friend, you shrug before reaching out for another piece of meat. “Beats me.”

Changbin opens his mouth to interrogate you more, when he’s successfully cut off by Seungmin.

“Y/n! Tell us more about yourself! I’m bored of hearing about these idiots.”

Jeers sound from around the table as you let out a nervous chuckle, aware of how everyone’s attention was on you. “Me?” You ask, pointing to yourself for extra confirmation.

Yea!” Seungmin replies, nodding vigorously. “What are you doing now, and how was high school for you, and just everything!”

Noting your hesitation, Changbin is about to step in to save you, but your hand on his thigh stops him. Looking at you curiously, he realises from your expression that you’re finally about to do what he had been nagging at you to do since day one of becoming your friend.

iv.

‘Is it possible for a stomach to burst from too much laughing?’ is what runs through your head as tears stream down your face from laughing uncontrollably at another joke Jisung was saying.

“Wait, I remember Changbin telling me that people used to refer to you as Baby Photos when you all played at the school shows,” you ask after you had recovered from your laughing fit, curiosity piquing. “What’s that all about?”

At the mention of the familiar name, the boys let out groans and Hyunjin starts hitting Jisung. “It’s all Jisung’s fault!”

“Basically, he somehow got ahold of all our baby photos and submitted it to the administration on behalf of us,” Changbin explains, rolling his eyes at the memory. “So if you see our yearbook, all eight of us have our baby photos instead of the actual photo we were supposed to submit.”

How is that even possible?!

“We still don’t know how he managed to do that.” Chan answers your unasked question, shaking his head fondly at the ridiculous memory.

At this, Jisung pipes up. “Everything is possible when you’re charming and handsome. You lot won’t be able to relate!”

And you finally agree that the beating Jisung gets after was well deserved.

“Restaurant’s closing in ten!”

The owner of the restaurant, a nice old lady who had a soft spot for the boys, calls out from the back. She had already let all of you stay past her usually closing time, and even gave you some free side dishes, together with a loving chide about how the boys don’t come and visit her anymore.

The screech of the chairs fill the place as everyone gets up, stomach and heart full from the meal and company. You smile to yourself, glad that you let yourself be convinced to follow Changbin because you had one of the best days in your life.

“Did you have fun today?” Your best friend asks with a smug smile, already knowing the answer.

“Shut up,” is all you can say—a clear sign that you were admitting defeat. “It was okay.”

“That wounds me,” someone speaks up from behind you, having heard your conversation with Changbin. You whip around to see Chan clutching his heart and wearing an exaggerated hurt face. “I thought we had a connection.”

“I-you, no, that’s not-what” you splutter, horrified at the thought of Changbin’s, and now apparently your, friends thinking that you didn’t have a good time with them. There was no way you could let them think as such when they had made you feel so comfortable, and have so much fun.

Your stuttering and horrified expression does it, and Chan bursts into laughter. “I’m so sorry, it was a joke. But your face!”

The guilt and regret is replaced with relief and irritation, and you smack his arm out of habit, something you always did to Changbin when he was being a pain in the ass. But as soon as you do it, you’re once again filled with regret because Oh my God it’s only been two hours, you’re not supposed to just smack people.

“Stop overthinking it, idiot,” Chan cuts you off, adding in a low tier insult to make you feel a bit better about your reflexes. “We’re friends now; all of us.”

Friend to friends. Now that’s an upgrade.

You’re about to say something, when you’re cut off by Changbin screeching unceremoniously as he glances at the time displayed on his lockscreen (it’s a picture of the two of you making ugly faces—he refused to change it).

“Shit, we’re going to miss the last bus that leaves from here!” He almost shouts, grabbing his and your things. “Adios bitchachos!”

A snicker or two echoes through the empty restaurant at Changbin’s farewell, together with requests of bringing you the next time they meet.

“Make sure Y/n comes for the next dinner! Doesn’t matter if you’re here or not!”

Jisung earns himself a string of vulgarities from Changbin for that, as he guffaws and hi-fives Hyunjin.

You’re barely able to say your farewell to the boys with Changbin dragging you out of the restaurant, but you manage to shout out a few words while waving. “Thank you for today! See you soon!”

The bus arrives just as you reach the bus stop, and Changbin all but collapses on one of the empty seats from the running you both did.

“I think I’m going to throw up.”

“You’re foul.” You’re staring at your best friend in disgust when he starts questioning you about the dinner, nausea forgotten.

“So…” he starts, pivoting in his seat to face you, cheek leaning against his hand which rested on the seat in front of him. “For someone who was dead set on not coming, you sure looked like you had lots of fun.”

Rolling your eyes at his words, you turn to face Changbin. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Me making more friends?”

“Of course, of course~” he drawls, smirk ever-present on his face. “And who do we have to thank for that?”

“And you ask me why I don’t listen to you or ask you for favours.” Turning your attention back to your phone, you open up Temple Run in hopes of keeping yourself occupied for the bus ride back; but Changbin had other plans.

Whining, he snatches your phone from your hands and slips it into his pocket. “Y/n! Tell me everything!”

“What do you want to know?!” you ask, exasperated. “You were there literally the whole time.”

“Yes I know, but I want to know what you think of all my friends!” Changbin claps his hands in excitement, leaning forward in anticipation. “Well, our friends now.”

You can’t help but sigh as you prepare for the long bus ride ahead—but somehow, you don’t miss the sudden warmth enveloping you as you recalled the past few hours.

“First of all, Jisung and Hyunjin are hilarious, it’s like…”

Two weeks later, and you’re knee deep in shit. Not literally, of course, but you might as well be.

It’s the infamous hell month in your university, where every student (regardless of major) has a shit ton of assignments and tests to complete, and the library is open 24 hours for poor souls like yourself.

It’s two in the morning when you’re working on your second essay of the day. There are crumpled balls of paper all over your desk and surrounding your bin, courtesy of your pathetic aim.

“You’re cleaning everything up later,” Changbin speaks up from across the dining table you both were sharing to get work done, tapping away on his equipment as he works on some new beat. “I don’t expect every ball to go in, but to miss everything? That’s some serious talent.”

“Shut your mouth, Seo.” Flipping your best friend off, you finally push yourself away from the table, stretching a bit before making your way to the kitchen to fix yourself a bowl of ramen in hopes of satiating the beast growling in your stomach.

As you open each shelf, you slowly come to the realisation that you were completely out of snacks and food. Even the single frozen bag of peas and empty ice cream tub stares back at you in pity as you scan the fridge.

Taking a breath to calm yourself, you slowly turn around to face your unsuspecting, so-called, best friend. Walking towards him, you knock the table a few times to get his attention.

He notices your presence, and removes his headphones to look at you quizzically, his full attention on your blank face.

“When were you going to tell me that you had consumed every single food item we have?”

It’s almost comical how quickly the blood drains from his face, as his eyes dart all around the room, skillfully avoiding you. If it were any other situation, you would’ve definitely laughed while falling onto the floor. But this wasn’t any other situation.

This was war.

And honestly, it would have been a war that you would’ve definitely won—if not for the loud sound your stomach just produced.

Narrowing your eyes at the accused seated a few feet away from you, you walk over to the countertop with your wallet, eyes not leaving Changbin for a second.

“I will deal with you when I am back from the convenience store.”

And with the sight of Changbin gulping imprinted in your mind, you slam your apartment door behind you and make your way grumpily to the 24-hour convenience store located seven minutes away.

vi.

The electronic chime sounds throughout the store as the part-timer throws you a friendly greeting from the counter. “Welcome!”

Reciprocating with a smile of your own, you take slow steps towards the shelf with the various assorted packets of ramen, and your hand automatically reaches for your favourite one. Just as it comes into contact with the plastic, you can feel yourself salivating and your stomach growls in appreciation. It’s a myth, you think. There’s no way food like carrots and asparagus is what gets students through school. The only saving grace you have during this period is packets of ramen and chocolate milk. Countless numbers of assignments and tests are already torturous enough; healthy, tasteless food on top of that? No, thanks.

Clutching the ramen packet in your hands like it was the treasure of your life, you walk towards the milk section to complete your meal with your favourite carton of chocolate milk. There was something about the combination of milk that combats the spice from the ramen, and you’re about to drop onto your knees right there and then to worship the people who invented ramen and chocolate milk, when you see the last carton being taken away right in front of your eyes.

Without any second thoughts, you rush towards the person and grab their arm, already getting ready to pull out the sob story of how you absolutely need the chocolate milk to survive. Surprised by the sudden contact, the man holding the carton whips his head towards you, eyes wide.

There’s a fleeting sense of familiarity that passes through you when you see the hazel peeking out from above the mask that covered the rest of his face, but you’re too preoccupied to dwell on the thought. Just as you’re about to open your mouth to beg, you’re cut off by an all too familiar voice.

“Y/n?”

Huh?

You stare at each other for a few seconds before the realisation of who you were holding, no, clinging onto dawns on you.

“C-Chan?”

In a lively city that thrived at night, there were a thousand other 24-hour convenience stores scattered all around in every corner. It also wasn’t everyday that you decided to go to the convenience store for food, opting to go to the grocery stores instead. So, if you calculated correctly, the chance of you bumping into Chan at 2:30 a.m. at that very particular store should be close to never.

Yet, there he was standing right in front of you, chocolate milk clutched in one hand.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh I came here to water my plants.”

Plants?

You’re more than confused, till you hear the soft snicker that escapes his mouth. Narrowing your eyes at his antics, you decide to bite back with a “Ha ha, very funny.”

“So… Are you planning to hold onto me forever?” Chan teases you, eyes gesturing to your hand that was still clutching onto him, before looking back at you with a twinkle in his brown eyes. “Because I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

With the whole bumping-into-Chan thing that happened, it had completely slipped your mind that you were still holding onto him. You snatch your hand away in horror, eyes widening as you feel the heat creep up your neck. “S-sorry.” And before you could stop yourself, you also continue to spill why you had grabbed his arm in the first place. “I was just craving for chocolate milk, and the one you took was the last carton left.”

Looking back and forth at you and the carton, you start to feel like an absolute idiot, until he reaches out and pushes the carton into your hands. “You can have it then,” he says, and walks away. “Stay right there, let me grab some ramen and we can have supper together!”

You stare at the carton for a few seconds, the droplets of water that formed on the outside cool against your fingers. On a normal day, you would have refused the milk vehemently, telling the other person not to worry and to have the last carton. But today wasn’t any other day.

And Chan wasn’t any other person.

We’re friends, after all, is what echoes in your mind as you look up at the boy walking towards you, two packets of ramen in his hand and a carton of strawberry milk. Smiling at him, you finally express your gratitude for his kind sacrifice.

“Thanks for this,” you say, waving the carton in front of him. “I don’t think I would have made it through the night without it.”

Nodding with a smile, he tears his two packets of ramen open and pours in the hot water that was situated at the back of the store, grabbing yours from you in the process. “What brings you here at this hour? I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be craving ramen and chocolate milk in the middle of the night on any other day.”

“You’re right about that,” you reply dejectedly, recalling the big pile of assignments waiting for you back at the apartment. “It’s hell month in school, and I’m drowning in work. On top of that, Changbin exhausted every single food source we have at home!”

Chan does his very best to hold back his laughter at your expression; he knew you were angry, but you looked as threatening as a kitten. And thankfully he succeeds, because he really did not want to be on the receiving end of your wrath. Although, he thinks, you really are not going to be able to do much damage.

“How dare he,” Chan agrees, finally taking a seat beside you, the steam from the ramen warming his face up. “Hey but, if he hadn’t done that we wouldn’t have bumped into each other here.”

You nod your head in agreement, thinking about how to start a casual conversation, when you are suddenly hit with the realisation that you knew essentially nothing about Chan. You didn’t know what university he went to, what he majored in, and what he was doing in the convenience store that late at night too.

One question at a time, you decide.

“What are you doing out this late anyway?” you ask, slurping the noodles and breathing out in relief at the taste of the ramen against your tongue.

“I come here often,” is what he replies, before taking a sip of his milk. “My uni’s about fifteen minutes from here, and I usually work the best at this time. Being a music production major, there aren’t very strict deadlines, but I’ve still got to get my shit done.”

Oh. That’s all your questions answered.

You know the trouble of trying to get questions out, especially for you, who has never really made the effort in going the extra mile in interacting with people. It’s annoying and nerve-wrecking, and probably the biggest reason why you refused making new friends. The whole process was just painful. So, when Chan answers your unasked questions, you feel the hypothetical weight lifting off your shoulder, and you open your mouth to express your gratitude. At least, that’s what you had planned to do.

“Are you a mind reader?” you blurt out, before immediately clamping your mouth shut and facepalming. “Ugh, sorry. I have a really bad habit of blurting out whatever comes to my mind.” You groan at your inconvenient habit, and Chan pats the top of your hand in hopes of comforting you.

“I just meant to say that I was thinking of asking you those questions and you answered them even before I asked.” Chan looks at you with a smile, intrigued by your personality. You clearly didn’t have any other friends other than Changbin—but you never looked as if you were upset about it. It was also clear that you were content with not interacting with people, but when you did, you were never rude about it and you really did try your best. Never in a million years would he have thought that the student scurrying around the library with tons of books would turn out to be someone like you.

“At least that means you’re an honest person!” Chan says, beaming at you. “C’mon, learn to look at the brighter side of things.”

Shrugging your shoulders with a tired smile on your face, you turn back to your ramen, which has now gone soggy due to your little chit-chat with the boy beside you.

There’s a comfortable silence that hangs between the two of you, until Chan speaks up again. “What’s your major? I realised I never asked.”

At the mention of school, you pull an automatic stank face before replying. “English Lit with a minor in Philosophy. The worst decision of my life.”

“And why’s that?”

“I never knew there’d be this much essay writing!” you cry out, throwing your head against the table. The rest of your words come out muffled, but somehow Chan manages to catch it. “I mean, I knew there was going to be lots of essays. But not this much.”

“In the major’s defense, that’s kind of a dumb move on your part, Y/n.”

“Yes, I know. Please don’t remind me of my idiocy.” You finally sit up, before sadly chewing on your noodles. “At least I have ramen and chocolate milk to keep me going.”

And as the night went on, both of you continued the conversation back and forth, you learning more about him and him about you. You talk about your assignments, how annoying some of your professors were, and how living with Changbin was. All the times you had to chase him to clean up after himself, or all the times he stayed up with you until ungodly hours just because you had procrastinated too much and was rushing an assignment in the last hour. You also learnt more about Chan; how he was studying music production because that was his dream since he was young, and how he actually roomed with Jisung, who was equally as messy as Changbin. The only difference was that Chan couldn’t be bothered about the mess.

“Changbin, Jisung, and I actually used to make tracks and post them on Soundcloud,” Chan says, smiling as he recalls the three high schoolers cooped up in his room with the bare minimum equipment that wiped out half their savings. “We even had rapper names.”

“Ooooo~” you tease, nudging his shoulder as his ears start to turn a bright red. “What was yours?”

“What’s in the past should stay in the past, Y/n. Let bygones be bygones. No point talking about it now.”

“Awww, c’mon!” You plead, fidgeting in your seat. “Was it something embarrassing like Cheminem, or something?”

“I can’t help but feel more relaxed when your standards are that low,” Chan says, with some form of relief in his voice. “Uh, mine was CB97.”

“Don’t tell me…” you mutter, eyes wide as the laughter threatens to escape your lips. “Did you really just use your initials and your birth year? Talk about bare minimum!”

“Hey! It’s better than Meminen, or Cheminem, or whatever you said earlier.”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you decide to probe further. “What were Jisung’s and Changbin’s?”

Chan stares at you with wide eyes, your mischievous eyes giving away your evil plans. “No. Changbin will kill me.”

“Don’t be a party pooper! I’ll treat you to ramen next time if you tell me.” You try tempting Chan with food, with no hopes that it would work. But somehow, you see his resolve crumbling, and realise that you just needed one final push.

“I’ll get you chocolate milk and two packets of ramen.”

At that point, Chan regrets telling you his habit of eating two packets of ramen with chocolate milk almost every night when he stays up. “You shouldn’t have given me the milk then!” is what you said while chiding him, and he just claimed that “you looked like you needed it more than me” while saying that he really wasn’t picky about the flavour of milk.

So when you tempt him with his cravings, he has no choice but to give in.

Twenty minutes later, you walk into your shared apartment, a mysterious smile playing on your lips as you drop the keys into the little holder by the door. It was made by yours truly during a random pottery workshop you signed up for. The shape was slightly off, and the colour wasn’t bright or vibrant—but it worked and that’s what mattered.

At the sound of the keys clinking in the holder, Changbin’s head shoots up to gauge your mood from your expression. Surely you would be at least a little less angry after your little run to the convenience store, he thought.

But instead of seeing a blank expression, or even an angry one, he sees the smile on your face and his heart drops. Why were you smiling? The fact that you were smiling made him feel a hundred times worse, and he had already started saying his prayers.

“So, Changbin…” you start, leaning against one of the chairs at the dining table. You weren’t even angry about the empty shelves anymore, but you just could not pass on the opportunity of teasing your best friend. “Or should I say, SpearB?”

And you’re more than content with the way his face morphs into that of horror, as he grips the edges of the table. “How did you know?” he asks, his voice strained and barely above a whisper; one would think that the whole world had found out about his darkest secret from the way he was reacting.

Shrugging playfully, you go back to your seat and sort out the papers scattered around the table, grabbing your laptop to start working on your assignment again with a full and happy stomach. “Who knows~”

“Y/n, tell me,” he starts to whine, making his way to you on his roller chair. “No one knows other than the boys-”

And the realisation of who the culprit was hits him.

“It was Chan, right?” he asks, already reaching for his phone to scold the older boy. “You must have met him when you went to the store—he’s always getting ramen there.” Typing furiously on his phone, he pauses to look up and whine again. “I can’t believe you two gossiped about me! And it was me who made you both become friends. The disrespect!”

Finally the laughter you had been holding in breaks out and floods the living room, the sound bouncing off the walls. “I can’t believe,” you start, trying to catch your breath as you continue laughing. “SpearB! What do you do? Impale people with your sharp flow and rhyme?”

“Just shut up, please,” Changbin pleads, plugging his ears with his fingers. “La la la, I can’t hear anything you’re saying.” He rolls back to his side of the table and grabs the headphones, shoving it over his head to drown out your laughter.

Your laugh fest is cut off by your phone vibrating, signalling that you had a new text message. Grabbing it, you tap your phone a few times to open up the messages page.

chan: can’t believe you outed me to changbin chan: traitor y/n: drama queen y/n: i said nth, he figured it out on his own chan: ఠ_ಠ

Giggling at the emoticon Chan used, you unconsciously lean back in your seat as you search your gallery for an emoticon to reply with, assignments forgotten.

“Who’re you texting?” Changbin asks, having heard you giggle at your phone. He’s eyeing you suspiciously, and you knew it was better to answer him, because a curious Changbin is a dangerous Changbin, and he’ll probably stomp over and snatch your phone to see who you were texting anyway. “It’s Chan.”

“When did you two exchange numbers?!”

“Earlier, when we met at the convenience store.”

It was right before the both of you parted ways; when Chan had proposed something that was pretty much impossible to turn down.

“I had fun today,” he said, one hand stuffed in his pocket while the other swung the plastic bag containing some chocolates to add to his secret sweet stash. “You said you’re having hell month, right? Hit me up whenever you need an emergency ramen run.” And with that, he pushed his phone into your hands, signalling for you to do the same.

Smiling to yourself, you keyed in your number into the phone clutched in your hand, saving yourself as “Y/n”, and before you could regret your decision, you quickly added a smiley after your name and tossed the phone back to Chan. “Here you go.”

The cool metal is being pressed into your hands, and before you know it, you’ve said your farewell to Chan and were on your way back home.

“Look at you socialising out of your own will,” Changbin states proudly, wiping an imaginary tear as he gives you a fatherly (or what he thinks is fatherly) smile. “Albeit, at the expense of my shame, but if it means my little Y/n making more friends then why not!”

“Please stop, you’re an embarrassment to me, yourself, and literally everyone around us,” you deadpan, clearing your side of the table up. It was time to call it a night, because God knows you’re not going to be able to do anymore work. “Besides, it’s really not that big of a deal. I doubt we’ll continue talking after tonight. It’s probably a one-off thing.”

“Hmmm I wouldn’t be too sure,” Changbin muses. “I feel like there’s something that’ll come out of this.”

vii.

Seo Changbin isn’t a lot of things.

He isn’t tidy, opting to throw his clothes all around his room instead of folding it; he isn’t patient, always screaming at you to “Hurry your ass!” when he had been waiting barely three minutes; and last but not least, he definitely isn’t punctual. “Changbin is my name, and being late is my game” is something you’ve heard way too often from him that it was a wonder you hadn’t murdered him yet.

Changbin isn’t a lot of things—but what he somehow is, is intuitive when it comes to you.

So when you find yourself back at the convenience store at 12:30 a.m., ramen and chocolate milk in front of you as you laugh over some stupid story Chan was saying, you can’t help but curse at how right your best friend was.

You were reaching the end of your hell month, which also indicated it being four weeks since you and Chan had developed the routine of pigging out at the convenience store at terrible hours.

“... and he just fell off the tree!” Chan concludes his story of how Hyunjin fell off a tree in high school, words coming out breathless due to how much the both of you were laughing. “Ah, that brings back memories.”

“I can’t believe I never talked to you guys more then,” you say, shaking your head slightly. “It would’ve been hilarious.”

“Someone was too busy with Voldemort,” Chan teases, pushing his nose down flat in what you could only describe as a Voldemort impression. Laughing, you swat his hand away while rolling your eyes at the boy you’ve grown so fond of in a span of four weeks. “Why’d you never talk to us?”

Thinking back to high school, you ask yourself. Why didn’t you ever bother talking to them?

“I guess it’s just cause I already had Changbin,” you start, pausing to think back to the past few years. “As much as I complain about him, he’s really one of the greatest best friends anyone could ask for.”

It was true; Changbin was there for you during high school like no one else had been, and for that you were eternally grateful for him.

“So you were scared to take any other chances since you already got the best?”

People always asked you why you didn’t make more friends in high school. Hell, even your mother kept asking, when other parents struggled to keep their children at home just because they were spending too much time out with friends. But the answer to that question was something you never thought about, and you can’t stop the feeling of shock spreading through your body at what the boy in front of you had just so casually uttered.

You were scared.

“I-I…” you stutter, eyes wide as you stare at the boy in front of you. Chan can’t help the worry that seeps into his face at his words, and he’s starting to wonder if he said anything wrong. “I’ve never ever thought about it. But, oh my God, that makes so much sense.”

After years of waving everyone who asked you why you never made any other friends away just because you yourself didn’t have the answer to the question, you’re hit with a huge realisation of just why you didn’t want to find more friends. And it wasn’t even you who figured it out.

This boy sitting leisurely in front of you, skin pale and soft, with messy black hair framing his face that he never bothered brushing away. This boy, who was as kind as he was hardworking, always willing to help out anyone, even with his own responsibilities. This boy who had been readily there for you at the devil hours for almost every day in the past four weeks, always checking up on you to make sure that you were surviving.

Never in a million years would you have expected someone to figure out something that was locked away so deep inside of your heart, and for it to be Chan, out of everyone. The thought makes your heart race a little, but you decide to blame it on the conversation the both of you were having. It was definitely not because of the boy seated beside you.

“Shocking, huh,” Chan starts, laughing slightly as the worry he had felt earlier replaced with something he could only describe as fondness. “It’s a pity though.”

You look at him questioningly, and what he says next makes you realise a few things that maybe you were better off not realising.

“We would’ve been much happier in high school with you there. I would’ve been much happier.”

As much as you regretted not befriending the other seven boys in high school, you were starting to regret bumping into Chan that very first night even more. If you hadn’t bumped into him, you would’ve never spent so much time with him, never realised how great of a person he was, and lastly, you would’ve never started falling for Bang Chan.

viii.

It’s like déjà vu.

With your exams and assignments completed, you find yourself watching the latest season of Haikyuu when Changbin enters the room, waltzing towards your reclined figure.

“Y/n~” Changbin starts, poking your shoulder to get your attention. “Whatever your annoying ass needs now, it’s a no,” you say without even turning to look at the boy beside you.

“Oh? Even if it was an invitation to dinner with the boys later tonight?”

And when your head whips to the side to look at your best friend, you’re so tempted to just wipe that smirk clean off his face, because the bitch knew you would have said yes.

“I fucking hate you,” is what you can mutter, before switching the television and throwing the remote to the side, choosing to ignore Changbin as you walk towards your room to pick an outfit. But you’re forced to stop in your tracks when Changbin casually utters the next few words.

“Chan’s especially excited to see you.”

You’re not sure what Changbin means by that, but there’s no denying the increase in your heart rate at the mention of the dimpled boy.

“What?” You try your best to sound as nonchalant as you could, hoping that your best friend wouldn’t pick up the slight quiver in your voice. But, of course, he wasn’t your best friend for nothing.

“I said, your little boyfriend’s excited to see you.” Changbin smirks at your expression, stretching his legs out to rest it on the coffee table in front of your sofa. “And it looks like you’re just as excited.”

Red travels up your neck and spreads across your face, as you sputter at your best friend’s preposterous words. “W-what are you- I- Huh-”

Realising that your little breakdown wasn’t helping your case at all, you take a deep breath to calm yourself, before speaking to the insolent brat in front of you. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“But you like him, don’t you?”

You freeze like a deer caught in headlights, and the first instinct you have is to play dumb. “O-of course I like him. He’s my friend.”

“I will pretend like I did not hear that pathetic attempt of you trying to act dumb,” Changbin states robotically, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, Y/n. It’s obvious. So stop pretending and just fess up. It’ll be easier for the both of us.”

You had two choices now: Either fess up and prepare yourself for at least a thousand years of teasing, or just completely deny it till your deathbed.

Clearly, the second option was much more appealing.

“No, Changbin,” you snap with as much conviction as you could. “I do not have a crush on Chan. He’s just a really good friend.”

The knowing look on his face wavers, and you know that you’re seconds away from success. It’s not that you did not trust your best friend with the information of you having a crush on one of his friends. You just did not want to say it out loud—saying it out loud would mean that you were confirming it, and there will be no going back. And that scared you.

You were scared of liking someone who was way too perfect, and who probably would never like you back.

So the best solution was to keep your little crush hidden away in the depths of your heart, and slowly get over it as soon as you could. It was as easy as it could get.

ix.

Apparently, you realise, it wasn’t at all easy to get over a simple crush.

The smell of meat fills your nostrils as the eight boys chatter loudly over the sound of the sizzling of the food. You’re back at the same restaurant, with the same boys, except it wasn’t exactly the same as the last time.

This time, you had a raging crush on the boy who insisted on sitting beside you, leg brushing against yours every few seconds as he piles the food on your plate instead of his.

It definitely didn’t help that every time your hands brushed while reaching out for the side dishes around the table, you pulled your hand back as if you had just been burned, ears immediately heating up.

“Did you know Chan told Y/n about 3RACHA?” Changbin whines to Jisung, making him stop his actions mid-way, meat hanging from the chopsticks just a few inches away from his mouth. “All I heard the past few weeks was ‘SpearB, help me’, ‘SpearB, go there’. It was torture.”

The table goes silent at the new information Changbin had revealed, and all you can do is smile sheepishly as your friends stare at the both of you.

“These two have been meeting almost everyday the past few weeks to get ramen at weird timings, and I’m pretty sure Y/n has lots of quality dirt on us now,” Changbin says pointedly, completely ignoring the way your eyes widened because why would he just say that?

It already wasn’t easy keeping Changbin in check with his little fantasies every time you went out to meet Chan, and now it was going to be worse because you just knew that the six other boys were going to question you from their expressions.

You turn to look at Chan, expecting to see the same ‘busted’ expression on his face, but all you see is a guilty smile, before he opens his mouth to speak. “In my defense, I was bribed.”

“Yes but, you never told us your 3RACHA names even after we kept begging you for weeks,” Hyunjin speaks up, eyes wide in disbelief. “We had to bribe you with a new game for your console, but you just told Y/n after two packets of ramen and chocolate milk?”

Your heart rate picks up speed just a fraction after hearing Hyunjin’s words, and you can’t help but feel a little special that Chan was comfortable enough to tell you things he refused to tell others. There’s a small smile playing at your lips as you look at the boy beside you, who was now rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he tried his best to defend himself from the accusations that were now pouring out from all his friends.

Unbeknownst to you, your own best friend was watching the both of you since the night started, a glint in his eye as he catches the way you threw small glances at his friend, blushing every time your hands brushed or when Chan purposely picked out the meat that was grilled best to put on your plate.

He also didn’t miss the soft smile playing at Chan’s lips every time you laughed at another stupid joke Jisung cracked, head thrown back slightly as you clutched your stomach, or the way his eyes widened every time you leaned a little too close to him to reach for a side dish.

Fools, is what he thinks when he eyes his two best friends. Fools in love.

The night goes on, and it’s Changbin who proposes a game of who can finish a bottle of soju the fastest to make things more exciting. You already know how it was going to end when you see the soju bottles crowding the table, all screaming the obvious outcome of the night.

“Rule’s simple. We’ll have two people against each other, and the one that loses has to pay their opponent’s share for tonight’s dinner.”

You notice Changbin avoiding your eyes as he speaks and distributes the bottle, which could be attributed to the very scary death glare you were throwing right at him.

Here’s the thing—your alcohol tolerance was shit. And Changbin knew that, making you wonder what he had planned up his sleeve.

“Right, here’s the lineup,” he announces, making it seem as if the lot of you were in some world championship of sorts. “Hyunjin and Jisung”—there’s a loud ‘Die, bitch!’ that resounds from Jisung as they both get ready to win against each other—“Seungmin and Felix, Minho and Jeongin, and Chan and Y/n!”

You were going to kill that idiot.

Changbin starts off the game with a recap of the rules, and makes sure that everyone has their own bottle of alcohol. Disaster is the only word flashing in your mind, and you’re on the verge of ditching your friends to return to the comfort of your room.

“Jisung and Hyunjin first!” Changbin instructs, to which the two boys grab their bottles and have a stare-down with each other.

“I’m gonna win so hard, your ancestors are gonna feel it.”

“Let’s see you try, pretty boy.”

On Changbin’s cue, the two boys start gulping down the alcohol, and you visibly cringe at the ghost feeling of the taste on your tongue.

“Are you okay?” Chan whispers from beside you, eyebrows furrowed. “It’s a stupid game. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

There’s a grateful smile on your face as you shake your head, letting the boy know you were okay. “I’m fine. Just worried because my alcohol tolerance isn’t that good, and I don’t want to inconvenience all of you.”

“I promise I’ll take care of you,” Chan mutters softly, staring right into your eyes. The smile slowly drops from your face as your heartbeat echoes in your ears at his words and the way he was looking at you. You so badly wanted to look away, not being used to such eye contact, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at you that makes it almost impossible for you to tear your gaze away from his twinkling eyes.

The sound of a bottle being slammed onto the table snaps you out of your little moment with Chan, and you immediately turn away to look at what was happening at the table, taking deep, cleansing breaths to calm yourself.

On the other side of the table, you realise that Hyunjin was the one who finished his bottle first, now having the time of his life teasing Jisung, who had about one quarter of the bottle left.

All the boys, except Chan and Felix, were laughing their asses off—Felix was the only one comforting Jisung, while Chan was staring at the table, an unreadable expression on his face.

“There, there. It’s okay, Sung,” Felix coos, patting Jisung’s hair, as the latter sulks at his loss.

The next two rounds proceed quickly, with Seungmin and Jeongin emerging as the winners. Everyone stares shell shocked, as Jeongin gulps down the liquid with vigour and speed, and slams his bottle down onto the table with a grin.

“There’s no way! I can’t believe Minho lost to a baby!”

“Just because he’s the youngest doesn’t mean he’s a baby, Changbin.” Seungmin deadpans, swiftly moving the empty bottles to the side of the table. “And how come you’re not participating?”

“Someone needs to bring Y/n back,” Changbin shrugs, passing the bottles to Chan and you with a guilty smile in return to your scowl. “And I’d rather stay sober when taking care of drunk children.”

You turn to pass the bottle to Chan, quickly avoiding his gaze when he looks at you. You’re not confident in your abilities to keep the blush down if he was going to look at you the way he did before.

“Okay,” Changbin cues, making sure both of you were ready with the bottle caps off. “Ready, set… Go!”

You didn’t mind paying for Chan’s share for dinner, you really didn’t. But if there was something about you that was both your downfall and pride, it was your competitiveness. You were competitive to the point where you tended to disregard the consequences of your actions.

So, your brain doesn’t register the painful consequences of your actions as you gulp down the bottle of alcohol like your life depended on it. You weren’t the best drinker out there, but you were going to try your very damn best because it was a competition.

With no expectation of winning, you swallow the last drop of soju and slam the bottle back onto the table, when you realise that everyone was staring at the two of you with their mouths open—specifically at Chan.

Following their gaze, your eyes widen in surprise as you see the boy holding an almost half-full bottle of soju, clearly indicating that you were the winner of your little game.

It’s like a dam breaks, and suddenly everyone’s shouting at the unexpected outcome. Hyunjin and Jisung scream while looking back and forth the bottle and Chan, while Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin sit with wide eyes and open mouths, unable to process that Chan just lost to you.

On the other hand, Changbin watches Chan with a smirk, which slowly drops when he realises that Minho, who was sitting beside him, was staring at him with raised eyebrows, clearly asking the question ‘What the fuck just happened?’.

Just as he’s about to pull Changbin to the side to question him, you shoot up from your seat, stumbling around almost immediately because of the sudden bout of dizziness that hit you. You fall back onto your seat as fast you had gotten up, and Chan wraps an arm around you almost instinctively, making sure you didn’t fall off your seat.

The table is back to having their own conversations a few minutes later, as if they weren't just screaming over your victory, with Hyunjin and Jisung having a rock-paper-scissors tournament between themselves, proposed by Jisung who was still sore about losing to Hyunjin.

Alcohol clouds your mind as your head lols back and forth, with soft giggles spilling from your lips. In your drunken state, you register the arm wrapped around you, and you turn your head to look for the owner of said arm.

Chan looks at you with the fondest smile as he tries to hold back his own chuckles at how cute your giggles were, at the same time being extremely conscious of the way you fit perfectly around his arms. He thanks his lucky stars that you were drunk as he held you, assuring him that there was no way you were going to hear how fast his heart was beating.

“Oh?” you drawl, squinting at the boy beside you. “Who might you be?”

And at that very moment, Chan hopes with all his heart that there is no one else who will get to witness what he was seeing right in front of him.

There are strands of hair covering your face, cheeks red from the alcohol (and from the close proximity to him, but he doesn’t need to know that) and eyes drooping from the oncoming sleepiness. Yet, to him, you were still the most beautiful in that moment.

“I’m Chan,” he replies sweetly, hesitating for a moment before adding more to the sentence. “Your friend.”

An exaggerated gasp escapes you as your eyes widen comically. Words tumble from your mouth, with hiccups disrupting your sentences every now and then. “Chan? Bang Chan? From high school? The really, um-" hiccup "-cute boy who tutored in the library? The super popular dude? You’re my-" hiccup "friend?”

There’s a light pink flush dusting his cheeks at your words, but he laughs nonetheless while nodding, finger reaching out to tap your nose. “Yes, I am.”

Scrunching your nose at the contact, you continue giggling when the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts the little exchange you and Chan were having. Chan turns to face his friends, and immediately starts coughing when he realises that they had been watching the whole scene with amused expressions. He awkwardly retracts his arm from around your waist, only for you to get up and stumble over to where Changbin was sitting, arms reaching out towards him while making grabby hands. “Changbinnnn~”

You plop yourself onto his lap, arms encircling his neck as you pull his ear closer to your mouth. Used to your drunk antics, he concedes, knowing that he’ll end up with more damage if he didn’t listen to you when you were drunk.

When he is close enough, you cup your hands around your mouth and whisper into his ears. At least, you thought you were whispering.

“You have really cute friends, Changbin.”

The whole table erupts into cheers at your words, and you immediately cover your mouth with a horrified expression. “Did everyone hear that?”

“You weren’t very quiet, darling,” Changbin snorts, pulling you up with him as he stands. “How are all of you getting back?”

“We’re all crashing at Felix’s place,” Seungmin speaks up, tapping away on his phone. “The uber’s about to arrive… right now.”

Grabbing their things, everyone except Minho, Chan, Changbin, and you, make their way out of the restaurant, shouting out hurried farewells and promises of ‘I’ll wire the money to you when I get back!’ to Changbin.

“Okay, Minho and I will go settle the bill,” Changbin says, readjusting his grip on you. “Chan, can you look after Y/n for a bit?”

“Sure,” Chan replies, looping your arm around his neck as his snakes around your waist. “We’ll be out at the front.”

The moment Chan leaves their sight with you by his side, Minho turns to bombard Changbin with all the questions that had been bothering him the whole night.

“What was that?” Minho asks in bewilderment, pointing to the door that Chan and you had exited from. “How on earth did Chan lose that game when he’s the best drinker amongst all of us?!”

“It’s called being in love,” Changbin scoffs, shaking his head at his two friends. “Disgusting.”

The distressed look on Minho’s face dissolves, and is replaced by what one could describe as enlightenment. “No fucking way. I was wondering why he kept smiling at them like an idiot. That explains so much! Have they confessed?”

“You think?” Changbin rolls his eyes, knowing that there was no way either of you had the courage to confess first. “The only way either of them will confess is if they are drunk.”

“But Y/n is dru-” Minho starts in confusion, when he stops mid-sentence, realising what Changbin had just done. “You evil genius.”

“What can I say,” Changbin states proudly, brushing imaginary dirt off his shoulder. “I wonder what’s going on outside,” he mutters under his breath, staring at the door.

On the other side of the door, Chan finally succeeds in getting you to sit down with him on a curb, his jacket folded neatly under your bottom to make sure that you were not sitting on the hard cement. “I’m tired,” you whine, head dropping onto the warm shoulder beside you.

Chan tenses up at the sudden contact, staring at the top of your head, when you nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder. At the feeling of your cheek against his shoulder, he relaxes, and positions himself such that you didn’t have to strain your neck.

There’s a comfortable silence between the both of you, until you decide to break it by asking Chan a very obvious question.

“We’re close friends right?”

You lift your head from Chan’s shoulder, almost whining out loud at the loss of comfort, but you decide that asking him that question was more important. Clearly, drunk you had very different priorities.

Chan just nods and replies with a soft “Of course”, wondering why you were suddenly asking that question. “Why?”

“Since we’re close friends, can I tell you a secret?” The last few words are spoken in a hushed whisper, as you reach out and grasp Chan’s soft and warm hands. His larger hands clasps yours, as he chuckles at your question. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/n. You’re drunk, and you might regret telling me when you sober up.”

“No!” You almost shout, alarming Chan who looks around to make sure no one heard your exclamation. You continue in a softer tone, to Chan’s relief. “You’re my close friend! So I won’t regret it.”

And the wide smile you show Chan almost makes him want to kiss you right there and then. Almost.

“Alright then,” Chan agrees, rubbing circles into the skin on your hand. “Go ahead, tell me your secret.”

Giggling, you use your free hand to beckon him closer, your face moving closer to his at the same time. Just as his ear is close enough to you, you whisper out the words that make his heart stop.

“I think I like you.”

He freezes in place, eyes staring at the black tar road ahead of him as his heart hammers against his ribcage because of your nonchalant words. He gulps before slowly turning to face you, the person he had grown to like more than he could ever imagine coming into his view. He takes quick, shallow breaths as he continues to stare at you, unsure of what to say.

Luckily (or unluckily, for Chan), you decide to continue talking, baring your heart and soul to him.

“It’s like...” you start, trailing off after your first two words, before finding the right words to continue. “It’s like I was always happy in life, but you made me realise that it was possible for me to be happier when you are there with me.”

And the smile you give Chan, accompanied with the words you had just uttered, makes him want to protect you from the rest of the world. He’s not sure if he loves you, but what he’s sure about is that all he wants to do is hug you and never let go, to be there for you every minute, every second. And he thinks that’s enough.

That’s enough reason to hold onto you and never let go.

Opening his mouth, Chan is about to reply to your drunk confession, when the sound of soft snores fill his ears.

Leaning against the light pole that was situated very conveniently behind you, you had fallen asleep in the split second Chan had taken to make his move. Your chest rises and falls with every breath you take, and Chan can’t help but breath out a laugh at your timing.

There’s always tomorrow, he thinks.

There’s white noise playing in your ear as you stare up at your ceiling.

Changbin is seated at the edge of your bed saying something important, you assume. You aren’t listening; your brain cells have decided to go on a strike and replay the scene from yesterday on loop.

I think I like you.

You want to scream. You want to scream and murder the boy sitting beside you so bad. After all, it was his fault that you ingested that goddamn devil liquid that made you spill more than your guts.

It was a wonder that you were able to find a friend as precious as Chan, and there you lay in despair, all thoughts of facing Chan again slowly slipping away from your fingertips. There was absolutely no way you were going to be able to see him after the stunt you pulled yesterday.

“Y/n, are you listening?!”

“No.”

A hand wraps around your arm and you feel yourself being pulled up, coming face-to-face with your distressed best friend. “Stop being stubborn. Calm down and listen to what I have to say.”

And that’s when you snap.

“Stubborn!?” you shriek, clutching the ends of your hair. “I just confessed to your friend, Seo Changbin. I was drunk, and I confessed my very large and real crush to the person I am crushing on. I have ruined any chance at friendship with him, so don’t tell me to stop being stubborn and to calm down!”

Taking a deep breath, Changbin pulls you towards him, both his hands resting against your cheeks. “Listen here. Stop being a wuss. Yes, you confessed when you were drunk. Yes, it’s embarrassing as fuck. But get over it. You know Chan. Is he the kind of asshole who drops friendship over small things like rejection?”

There’s a pout playing at your lips as you shake your head, partly due to the way Changbin was squishing your cheeks, and the other half because you knew he was right.

“But I still don’t want to face him yet,” you whine, pushing his hands away from your face and diving back into your covers. “I just want to wallow in self pity, and hopefully waste away on this bed so that I’ll never have to face anyone ever again.”

Changbin knows that there was no convincing you otherwise, so he settles for sighing and getting up from your bed.

“Don’t stay in bed for too long. I’ll order us food for later.”

Muttering something under your breath, you roll over and bury your face into your pillow, sighing as you think about the boy whose smile gave you more warmth than the sun could ever provide.

You’re in the midst of imagining how different today would’ve been if you hadn’t opened your dumb mouth when your phone rings and cuts off your thoughts. Reaching out for it, your mouth runs dry when you see the name displayed on your screen.

“Chan :)”

Your finger presses the decline button and your phone clatters against your bedside table as you decide that you are not ready to talk to Chan yet. And you’re not sure if you’ll ever be ready to talk to him, let alone face him.

A minute after declining the call, there’s a series of knocks on your door, and you shout out a “Go away!”, not wanting to hear anything related to Chan and how you need to stop being a coward. But as the knocking continues, getting louder as time passes, you start getting annoying and realise you have no choice but to open the door.

“What the fuck do you want, Chang-”

You cut yourself off as you take in the person standing in front of you with wide eyes, looking as handsome as ever even with the furious look painted on his face.

The silence is thick with tension, and you can’t help but avert your eyes, choosing to look at anything but the boy in front of you.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Chan asks, voice quiet and flat. “I’ve been calling and texting you all morning.”

“Um, I-” you start, not knowing how to answer his question. You imagined your day going various ways, but this definitely wasn’t in your plans. “Did Changbin call you?”

“I asked,” he starts, walking towards you. You take a few steps a back, and continue walking backwards until your hands come into contact with your dresser. You were trapped. “Why are you ignoring me, Y/n?”

You blink rapidly, not used to this closed-off version of Chan. The usual warmth and softness in his eyes were missing, and instead all you saw was disappointment and anger. You open your mouth to speak, but it wasn’t easy to get the words out.

“Was it funny messing with me?” Chan continues, not breaking eye contact with you once. “To just get my hopes up and disappear like it all meant nothing?”

“W-what?”

“How was it so easy for you to just start ignoring me?”

“No I-”

“Is that all I mean to you?” And instead of the disappointment and anger, you see pure, unfiltered hurt, and that was enough for your walls to come crashing down. Tears well up in your eyes as you look at the boy in front of you, and it’s like a dam breaks.

“I’m sorry.” Sobs wreck your body as you wipe the tears that don’t seem to stop. “I-I’m so fucking sorry, Chan. I was scared.”

“Scared because you just said that in the spur of moment and you don’t actually mean it?”

“No, I was scared because I like you too fucking much!”

There’s a pregnant silence between the two of you, and you continue staring at the floor, vision blur with stubborn tears that refuse to fall. And that’s when you hear it.

A chuckle.

It’s soft, and you would’ve missed it if not for the pin drop silence in the room.

You slowly lift your head up to confirm if you actually heard what you heard, or if you were hallucinating, when you see it.

Chan was smiling.

“Can’t believe it worked.”

What on earth did that mean?

“W-what do you mean?” you ask, sniffing softly.

“This was Changbin’s idea. For the record, I was against it.” Chan’s hands come up to rest on your cheeks, his thumb wiping away the tears on your cheeks as he smiles softly at you. “I mean, of course I was hurt and worried. But I just wanted to come over and talk it over like a normal person.”

His smile widens as one hand continues cupping your face, while the other reaches to tuck the one stray strand of hair behind your ear. “He said you’ll never admit things unless I, uh, scared you a little.

You stare at Chan as the gears work in your head, putting the pieces of information. The moment the last piece clicks in place, you stare in shock at the boy standing in front of you with a sheepish smile.

“What the fuck?!” you yell, equal parts of relief and anger taking over your mind. “I fucking hate you!”

And with that you storm off towards your door, Chan chasing after you with apologies spilling from his mouth. But the both of you knew that you weren’t actually upset, which can be seen by the giggles accompanying every apology.

Just as you’re about to leave your room, you’re pulled back into warm arms, and you fight every urge to melt right into his embrace. His arms wrap around your frame tightly, but gently. You feel his strong heartbeat against your back, and it’s enough to make you shiver, goosebumps erupting all over your skin.

“Do you hate me?” Chan asks, chin resting on your shoulder as you feel his breath tickle your neck.

“Yes.”

“Really?” Chan asks in amusement, lips against your ears and voice just above a whisper. “That’s a pity then. Because I like you too fucking much too.”

He whispers the last part of the sentence, making your knees go weak and your heartbeat pick up its pace as it usually does whenever the boy who stole your heart was involved.

You turn around in his arms to face him, sighing contentedly at how things ended up turning out. “I’m really sorry about the ghosting.”

“It’s okay, love,” Chan assures you, the pet name inducing butterflies in your stomach. “I would’ve been embarrassed too, if I had confessed to you when I was drunk.”

“I would’ve loved to see that.” You whine at the unfortunate circumstance of you confessing instead of Chan. “I probably looked like an idiot while confessing.”

“Since I’m your boyfriend, can I tell you a secret?” Chan teases, repeating what you said the night before with a little twist. Smacking his arm lightly for the jab, you nod with a laugh, ignoring the way your face heats up when he refers to himself as your boyfriend.

“I really wanted to kiss you when you were confessing.” There’s mirth in Chan’s eyes as he gazes at you the same way he did back at the restaurant. The only difference was that you knew he liked you back. And you had never been happier.

“Go for it.”

And that’s all the confirmation that Chan needs to lean down and press his lips against yours in a feather-light kiss, as your hands rest on his chest, appreciating the strong beat his heart was playing.

You part a few seconds later, eyes still closed as a smile plays on both your lips, before you’re pulled for another kiss, this one more forceful than the one before. His lips press against yours harder, and his arms pull you closer—as close as you could be. You respond with equal fervor, pouring every emotion you have into the kiss, when you’re interrupted by a loud cough.

“I would appreciate it if I didn’t have to bleach my eyes every time I see the two of you.”

Oh.

It completely slipped your mind that Changbin was just a few steps away from your room, and you want to crawl under your bed and befriend the monster there when you see the haughty smile on your best friend’s face.

“I think a thanks is in order.”

Removing yourself from Chan’s arms, you walk over to Changbin, who smiles wider when he realises you are walking towards him. Opening his arms to welcome you in for a hug, he can’t help but shriek when you start punching him everywhere possible.

“Dude, what is wrong with you?!”

“That’s what you get for coming up with stupid ideas to get me to talk!” you snap at your best friend with words that carry no real bite. “Were you that desperate?”

“Clearly!” Changbin replies, exasperated. “It was getting depressing. He wouldn’t stop calling me because he was worried, and you were being a stubborn bitch!”

At his words, there’s a tinge of guilt that pinches at you when you realise the trouble you had put your best friend through.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” you say with a pout, burying your face into Changbin’s shoulder. “And thank you.”

“Yes yes, you’re welcome,” Changbin says with a soft smile. He wouldn’t admit it just yet, but seeing his best friend who meant the world to him end up with someone who just as much deserved nothing but the best made him eternally grateful. “Now go smooch your boyfriend. We don’t want him becoming too jealous of the attention you’re giving me.”

“Oh, shut up,” is what Changbin gets in return, as Chan intertwines his hand with yours. Just as Changbin walks out of sight back to his room, Chan turns to you with the biggest smile.

“Now then, shall we go on a date to celebrate our first day?”

“Absolutely.”

And as you and Chan sit on the beach that evening, surrounded by sand and accompanied by the sound of the waves and the soft breeze with a orange hue enveloping you, you think:

Life had never been sweeter.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #stray kids #bang chan #stray kids fluff #stray kids oneshot #stray kids scenarios #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz oneshot #skz x reader #skz fluff #chan x reader #bang chan imagines #bang chan scenarios #bang chan oneshot #dee scribbles

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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Hey! Since you're still up for writing, I would really like a Vincturi drabble. Not sure about any of the prompts from the list, so I'd leave the topic to you, but I really wanna read Aro/Peter! 😊

Here's a little thing from the Hunter au since it's been on the mind since last night at work.

On with the fic!

"Your boyfriend's here, Mr. Vincent."

Peter paused in the middle of retouching his messy eyeliner, and turned to look at the employee at the door to his dressing room. "Wha?"

"Your, uh, your boyfriend? That guy who is dressed way too nice to be at this hotel?"

"... Fuck me." Peter set down the pencil and strolled out of the room. "Where is he?"

"Lobby for the theater, I think he's entertaining the girls."

Peter pouted, glowering as he shoved his hands into his tight jean pockets and stormed towards the lobby, making sure to stomp his boots as he did. That stupid vampire was sure to pick up on the sound, always claiming he had amazing hearing and all that happy horseshit.

It wasn't hard to spot Aro, even with a gaggle of tourists and gothy locals who liked coming to the show still milling about outside of the theater, even this late after a show. Aro, in all his fancy clothes, stood out like a sore thumb in this town.

Which was amazing because Peter had seen every type of person walk through this lobby without causing too much trouble, aside from the drunk guy who ran outta the casino naked and carrying fists full of dollars. Now, that had a been a fun day.

Some of his actresses were around Aro, chatting with him, but Peter couldn't tell if they were just talking or if they were flirting. Aro was, despite being a three thousand year old bastard vampire, very beautiful in his own right, it was not a surprise for people to flock to him.

After all, his kind's beauty was meant to draw in victims to feed on.

There was an iron railroad spike attached to a special harness under Peter's shirt and jacket as he approached. Now, he knew Aro wasn't stupid enough to attack anyone in plain sight, after all, he was the most careful of the Volturi's rules, but he was always one who liked to stir up trouble if he felt bored.

As he approached, he could hear one of his actresses as she toyed with a sleeve of Aro's jacket. "I don't believe you." She said in shock and disbelief.

"No, my dear, I am telling you the truth." Aro said, patiently, smiling. "This is from the best workshop in all of Italy, only the finest of the finest material is used in every article of clothing. I would give you their number, but I don't think even your boss could afford a shirt like this."

"No kiddin'!" Another girl gasped. "Damn, just thinkin' about the price, uhg, there goes all my money for the next five months, and more!"

Oh, they're just talking about how stupidly wealthy Aro was, no threat here except Aro being an egotistical showoff. Peter already had a conversation like that with him before, back when they were enemies and not just Peter being his exclusive hitman.

"Aro." He spoke up, coming to a stop, shoulders hunched. "You're not at the penthouse."

Aro looked up at him, the smile grew just a little more. "You changed the security code on me."

"It malfunctioned, had to put in a new one, forgot to let you know. Though I'm sure you'd've figured it out easily." Like touching Rory at the security desk.

Aro's smile just became teasing. "As fun as it is, I'd like to walk and talk with you, darling."

The girls gasped or made 'ooooh!' noises, though one went 'aww' when Peter was called darling, and the hunter felt his face heat up like an oven.

"Jesus fucks, Aro, shut up." Peter bit out, rolling his head back in a dramatic fashion. "You're the worst."

"Oh, you love it when I tease." Aro chuckled as he stepped away from the ground. "Lovely to meet you all, ladies, but I do need to speak with your boss about personal matters."

"Have fun, you two!" One of the girls laughed.

"Yeah, go enjoy your personal matters!" Another winked.

Peter groaned, covered his face with his hands. "I need a stiff drink." He said, peeking between his fingers to glare at the amused vampire.

"We can have one in your home, while we discuss things." Aro said before leaning in close. "New job for you, but you've got time for a few drinks."

Yeah, he damn well better so he could forget this little bit of awkwardness.

This can take place before or after they start to date, up to you.

#vincturi #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe #the hunter au

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years

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Next idea I have to suggest, Luz playing video games with Vee and Hunter in an AU, then they both tease her because of needing to get ready for a date with Amity.

Advice During Kombat

The time: Five in the evening.

The place: The Noceda household living room.

The players: Vee and Hunter.

And the competition of choice: Mortal Kombat...the video game, not the actual bloodsport.

Regardless, the game was still ready as the two teens prepared for pixelated bloodshed, with Vee picking Scorpion and Hunter choosing Sub-Zero. The classic video game feud in history.

"Scorpion, huh?" Hunter cocked an eyebrow, "Why's that? Because you want to pretend for a second that you're actually hardcore?"

"Oh, yeah? Well, why did you pick Sub-Zero? Because um...because...Luz!" Vee called to her foster sister, "Hunter picked Sub-Zero!"

"Why?" Luz called back from the top of the stairs, "Because he has a cold heart?"

"Yeah, Hunter," Vee grinned, "Is it because you have a cold heart?"

But Hunter didn't look amused.

"You do realize that if you want those kids to stop making fun of you, you're going to have to come up with your own smack talk, right?"

"...Let's just play the stupid game."

"Excuse you! This game is--"

"Wait!" Luz slid into the living room, wearing a fancy dress shirt and coat with a frilly skirt, purple leggings, and combat boots. "Before you virtually kill each other, tell me: How do I look?"

"Um..."

"You look like a five-year-old dressed up their doll in a mish-mash of crap because they haven't discovered what fashion is yet," Hunter dryly commented, "Go pick out something else."

Luz blew a raspberry before running back upstairs. Once she was gone, Vee and Hunter focussed back on the T.V. screen.

"Now, get ready to eat your words about this game being stupid!" Hunter challenged, starting the fight. The second they could, both players controlled their characters in vastly different ways. Vee was more sporadic and tried to button mash her way to victory. Whereas Hunter appeared calm as he pushed the right buttons that he knew by heart.

"When you said that you were going to teach me how to fight, this isn't what I was expecting," Vee said as she miraculously got Hunter to half-health.

"I am teaching you. The first lesson is to pay attention to what these characters are doing. If you mimic their moves, then nobody is going to mess with you."

"I doubt that I'll be able to use a kunai spear in real life. Liiiiiiiiike THIS!" Vee expertly pulled Sub-Zero over to Scorpion, ending the round with one final blow. "Yes! In your face!"

But Hunter only chuckled menacingly at Vee's celebration.

"Oh, you poor, naïve girl. I was only going easy on you. Now, the real game can--"

"How about this," Luz interrupted Hunter's threat to present herself in a black dress with a crescent moon on the center.

"Looks great," Hunter said with disinterest as he paused the game.

"No, it doesn't," Vee interjected, "Luz, you look like a hot-topic kid's dream come true."

"See, now that is a good insult."

"To be fair, Amity is sort of emo," Luz pointed out with a nervous grin. "Maybe she'd be into it?"

"Just go pick out something else," Vee told her, causing the poor girl to run back upstairs with a whine.

"Back to bloodshed," Hunter announced, pressing play. This time, he practically destroyed Vee, who barely got two hits on him during the whole fight. Once the round ended, Hunter looked back at his opponent with the smuggest grin he could muster. Vee only glared.

"You...are a jerk."

"And your insults could use some work again," Hunter teased, ready for the new round, "Watch carefully now as I show you how to really--"

"Is this ok?"

Hunter paused the game again, absolutely fuming as he looked over to Luz.

"Would you STOP interrupting my--What...On Earth...are you wearing?"

Luz stood before them dressed in...something unconventional for sure.

"The otter onesie? Really?"

"...I'm nervous, ok?!" Luz blurted out, "I haven't been on a date before! I don't know what to wear!"

"So you went with the otter onesie?" Vee asked.

"I don't own that many fancy clothes!"

"Even then, I feel like you should know that wearing that thing is quite possibly the worst option you have," Hunter responded, "Seriously, you're better off going out naked than in...that."

"You're overthinking things, Luz," Vee said in a calming tone, "Amity's had a crush on you for, like, forever."

"For reason's that nobody will ever understand."

"Ignore him and listen to me when I say that you're going to be fine. No matter what you wear or what you do, Amity wouldn't care less. Just as long as you act like yourself, and--"

But Vee's reassurance was cut short once she heard the sounds of violence again. Looking back to the screen, she realized that Hunter had un-paused the game and was currently beating up a static Scorpion.

"Oh, you cheater!" Vee shouted, grabbing her controller.

"This is another lesson," Hunter smirked, "Always pay attention."

As the two of them went at it, Luz slowly trudged upstairs. After a few minutes of action, Vee had two hits left in her health bar, with Hunter's barely having a dent in it. Without any other options left, Vee's only choice was to jump around, dodging all of Hunter's attacks.

"You're only delaying the inevitable," he mocked.

"Only because you cheated!"

"In a real fight, you shouldn't have to worry about playing fairly. Only about winning."

"How's this for fair then: SWITCH!"

"Wait, what?"

Just then, Luz, now wearing a dress shirt and dark skinny jeans, took the controller out of Vee's hands. Effortlessly, she dominated Hunter, pulling off a flawless fatality once ending the match.

"Boom," she said simply, mic-dropping the controller. Vee smiled happily at her foster-sister, but Hunter only fumed.

"That is so not fair!"

"And we so don't care," Luz told him, giving Vee a fist pump, "Ok, so, this is the last outfit I can think of. How do I look now?"

"I think you look great!" Vee gave the thumbs up.

"I'll admit, while I hate this display of bad sportsmanship--"

"You cheated first!"

"--You don't look as bad as you usually do."

Bzzt!

After taking out her phone, Luz's eyes widened at the reminder she had set on it.

"I sure hope you're right, because I gotta go!" she exclaimed, heading for the door. "Love you, Vee! Hunter, you can go die in a fire!"

"Love you too, sis!" Vee called out.

"I hope Blight girl dumps you after this!" Hunter shouted back, but his genuine grin took the wind out of the threat. With Luz out of the house, it was just Hunter and Vee, who both sat on the couch with a hanging question before them.

"So..." Vee grabbed the controller off the floor, "Rematch?"

"Only because now you can't cheat this time," Hunter snarked, grabbing his controller and picking his new character.

"Again, you cheated first!"

#the owl house #luz noceda #toh vee #toh hunter #the golden guard #luz and hunter are siblings #luz and vee are sisters #the hiatus of drabbles #lumity

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While I mostly reblog what I liked when reading (I'm sorry, I won't reblog even good content when it doesn't include the read more tag, because I hate scrolling through so much and don't want other people to have to do the same) I wanted to put the ones I REALLY enjoy on one list, because I love going through other peoples recommendations. I'll try to update it, once I find a gem. No special order!

Thanks for all fellow writers for sharing your stories with us!

Bucky Barnes

Café Crema by @wonderlandmind4 | Series completed - one of my absolute favs! | The first time was an accident. The second time was coincidence. The third time is just unlucky. The fourth time is getting out of hand and the fifth may or may not be with intent. Otherwise known as The One Where He Spills Her Coffee.

Dirty Paws & Wet Kisses by @sunshineandaisies | OS - Modern AU | Your dog Hazel loves to seek out a stranger in the park

Charlie's Angels by @buckysknifecollection | Series completed with an awesome OC and one of the best relationships between everyone I've read | Charlotte Barton is an agent of SHIELD who through her friendship with Sharon Carter gets involved with the famous Alpha Team. Friendships, banter and a bit of a crush on a certain super soldier occur.

Mess is Mine by @scrumptious-delusion | Series completed - Modern AU | as a date night surprise your boyfriend takes you to a boxing match. little does he know, one of the competitors is responsible for breaking your heart five years ago, and an accidental encounter is about to send your whole world spinning.

Green by @itsapeterthing | OS | three times bucky realized you were more than a friend and the one time he finally admitted it (based on events from tfatws)

A Litte Old Fashioned by @gogolucky13 | OS | Bucky is a bit subtle in telling you he likes you.

dance with me by @lumos-barnes | OS - Modern AU | Bucky is the best man at Steve and Peggy’s wedding, and he’s dreading giving the best man speech. All seems to be going incredibly well until Bucky sets his eyes on the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen among the crowd of wedding guests.

Catch Me by @buckywiththegoodhair | Series completed - another one of my absolute favs that I enjoy re-reading | In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Just One Kiss by @sarahwroteathing | series completed with 40's Bucky and a super sweet happy end | Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss? (40′s happy ending AU)

A Touch of Ink by @deamstellarus | Series completed - Modern AU | After a breakup with your ex, you decided to move to the small town where your long-time friend Sam lives, hoping for a change of pace and starting a new chapter in your life. You were prepared for a slower paced lifestyle, quaint diners, and a change of scenery. However, you didn’t expect to be swept off your feet by two stunning pairs of blue-grey eyes.

double blind by @wkemeup | OS - Bartender AU and I've reread this at least 3 times | Set up on what might be the worst blind date you’d ever been on, you find yourself captivated by the mysterious bartender instead

The World That I Wanted by @sunflowerxbarnes | OS | After Bucky begrudginly lets you throw him a birthday party, the two of you are ready for bed when your traditionally tight-lipped boyfriend opens up in a way he never has before.

PowerPoint For Dummies In Love by @jobean12-blog | OS with the best Matchmakers | Peter gets a great idea and Sam uses it as an opportunity to give you and Bucky a nudge in the right direction… :D

Horrible Night but Amazing Company by @nikkixostan | OS | bucky is your neighbor but when he knocks at your door at 2 am you know it’s not for a booty call

FATWS Series by @cjsinkythoughts | Series completed - I enjoyed the ride and looked forward to it every Friday | Series based on the Show

The 3 Rules by @twoidiotwriters1 | OS | Sam can't believe Bucky breaks his rules for you

Love & Marriage by @james-bionic-barnes | Series completed with fake dating | Your older sister is getting married, but that means you need a date for the wedding. You end up asking Bucky with no other option. In order to appease your overbearing parents and sister, you end up needing to fake being in a relationship with Bucky in order to make things go smoothly. Except there’s one problem - you have a crush on him, and it’s a recipe bound for disaster - but the wedding must go on.

Peaches and Cream by @river-soul-library | OS 18+ which had me snorting | Drunk on Asgardian ale, Bucky waxes poetic about eating your peach, much to your embarrassment and the amusement of the other Avengers. [Humor, sexual innuendo and light frottage, 18+ for Bucky’s dirty mouth]

Snips by @wicked-mind | OS | This contains ‘snips’ of your and Bucky’s relationship/partnership throughout two years together. This contains an idea sparked from Criminal Minds concerning Rossi’s storyline.

feel again by @wkemeup | OS - I've read this a long time ago, but it stayed on my mind | Instantly captivated by the woman the nurses have dubbed the ‘frequent flyer’ of the emergency department, Bucky can’t help but fall for Y/n. He relishes every moment he can spend with her and with her apparent clumsiness, it’s quite often. That is, until he learns the real reason behind her injuries.

Old Souls by @thedevilwearsvibranium | series completes | Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.

The matchmaker & The troublemaker by @buckysknifecollection | drabbles with our favorite Alpine | Alpine hates every single date Bucky brings home. He likes you though…

Winter and Hope by @jobean12-blog | OS| You and Bucky spend the day at a very special aquarium!

salt the earth by @mallowswriting | series completed - modern au that had me hooked | brock rumlow is a slick, charming, wise-cracking businessman that you are lucky to have a claim to. brock rumlow is your fiance. brock rumlow is going to suffocate you.

brock rumlow is going to be surprised when you disappear, nothing left behind but a note.

but once you’ve gone through with steps 1-4 of your 5 step escape plan, you find out that the ‘friend’ nat told you to meet - the ‘friend’ who is going to drive you across the country to the utopia of safety that is new york - just had to be bucky fucking barnes.

Steve Rogers

Finders Keepers by @egcdeath | OS with a small loveable kitten | did captain america just steal your cat?

Snowy Days by @unadulteratedfandomtrash | OS | Steve is searching for his wife

Blue by @pies-writes-and-more | OS | Steve is wearing that one blue shirt again

Dinner and a Show by @pies-writes-and-more | OS | Steve isn't jealous and he also didn't force Bucky to spy on your date, right?

A French Kiss by @pies-writes-and-more | OS | To show you are over your last relationship you ask a stranger to pose for a photo with you in your vacation and sparks are flying

Okay, Deal by @kayteewritessteve | OS with a super fun game of poker | A tower game night ends in a slightly different way then you’d have expected.

Lessons in Rule Breaking by @anika-ann | Series completed | As a college student, you have a part-time job – you work at the counter desk in Smithsonian museum in the still relatively new exposition. The Captain America’s one.

You knew you could get in trouble when breaking the no-newcomers-after-30-minutes-before-the-closing-time rule, but you sure didn’t expect the trouble to look like this.

Walk Me Home Tonight by @anika-ann | OS | Sometimes it’s hard to be in a celebratory mood when all you can think of is that life sucks and that being left on your own to drown your sorrows is for the best.

Sometimes people who care about you know better than yourself and come crashing your party of one.

Sometimes, despite the popular belief, you do realize how lucky you are having been introduced to Steve Rogers.

In the Strangest Place (We Just Might Find Love) by @anika-ann | Series completed and my favorite from her | You’re hiding from your boss in a supply closet, minding your own business, when a stranger joins you unexpectedly.

Secrets and Sins by @kayteewritessteve | series completed - mobster AU | You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye.

Clint Barton

Bump Into You by @startrekkingaroundasgard | OS with one of the best Clints out there | After weeks of working up the courage to ask the reader out, Clint finally takes the leap. However, their first date doesn’t quite go as planned.

Physical Therapy by @shewhohangsoutincemeteries | OS with smut | clint offers to give you, his new partner in the field, a massage after a rough mission…

Undercover Love by @shewhohangsoutincemeteries | OS | au where clint is single and you both had to go on the run with the others after the events of civil war. clint is helping you get out of the country, and when the two of you pick up a tail, you both make snap decisions.

Valentines Day by @huffle-pissed | Series completed | The reader admits that she’s never celebrated Valentine’s Day, and Clint decides to show her what a great Valentine’s Day can feel like. And maybe he has a plan for the end of the night…

Worth the Wait by @buriednurbckyrd | OS | Clint has harbored a crush on Y/N for a while, will he finally work up the nerve to do something about it?

Sam Wilson

all i wanna be, all i ever wanna be, is somebody to you by @blackberrybucky | OS | sam can’t wait any longer to confess his feelings

Dragon by @buckysknifecollection | OS | An enhanced individual with the power to create fire shows up on Sam’s doorstep and announces she wants to join the team.

Joaquin Torres

Gazes by @anna-phora | OS | It’s become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

#fic recs #favs #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #clint x reader #clint barton x reader #sam wilson x reader #sam x reader #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin x reader

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pars-ley · 3 years

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One night

Pairing: Jimin x Female reader

Summary: When you meet a previous one night stand on a speed dating night, how can you possibly resist another go with the guy who turns you on beyond belief.

Genre: Strangers to lovers au / Speed dating au / One night stand au / Smut / Drabble

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Oral f and m receiving / Rimming / Anal fingering / Bathroom sex / Protected sex / Sex from behind / Nipple play /Jimin with nipple piercings / Explicit language / Spitting / Swallowed oral cumshot / Mentions of sex toys

Word count:1.8k

Notes: This is a request for @a-violet-suga-kookie sorry it took me so long! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to @yutasgalaxy for helping me photoshop the pic for my banner.

Beta: Thank you to @eatjeanjin your enthusiasm and suggestions helped a lot

You walk begrudgingly into the room following behind your friend, tables for two all spaced apart and a big timer at one end.

She smiles nervously at you and you return an encouraging thumbs up. As soon as her back is to you your eyes roll at the thought of what you are about to do. Speed dating is one of your worst nightmares, but in order to show support to your newly single and emotionally vulnerable friend, you put that aside.

"Welcome, please take a seat at a table and get comfortable. I shall bring in the other participants and we can start." announces the female host, with a smile large enough it looks almost painful.

You sit down at an adjacent table to your friend and give her a reassuring wink, before the door opens and the timer has begun.

Mundane questions and boring responses are leaving you wishing you stayed at home in your pyjama’s and a date with your vibrator. At least you would be guaranteed satisfaction.

Suddenly, striking blonde hair catches your eye a couple of tables down and as you glance over he's already looking at you.

His full lips curve into a delicious one sided smile before returning his attention to his date.

Park Jimin. Your thighs press together automatically, recalling the night you spent with him. Every perfect detail of it and him, sails seductively behind your eyes. The one night stand that was never meant to happen but did and blew your mind.

It feels like time stops, while you wait for another agonising two rounds for him to reach your table.

"Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He says, as he sits down in such a commanding fashion you can't help but find your bottom lip tucked painfully between your teeth.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you."

His pupils expand at your words as his eyes trace over your outfit, pausing briefly at your cleavage. "What brings you here?"

"I'm here for moral support for a friend." You tilt your head to your right and he glances at her. "You?"

"Would you believe me if I said the same? Dark hair, tattoo sleeve and big doe eyes." You look behind him and see who he means, recalling your conversation with him to have been the least boring here.

"What are the chances?" You laugh.

He watches you for a moment, a smile playing at the edges of his perfect mouth.

"You never left me your number." He interjects your thoughts.

"You never gave me yours." You quip.

"You didn't give me a chance." He raises an eyebrow at you. A simple move that he manages to make devastatingly sexy. "I woke up and you had vanished without a trace. All I had was your name and the taste of your pussy on my lips and you can't imagine how much that can drive a man crazy."

Hearing him say something so filthy so casually had your cunt throbbing violently with desire, a pool of liquid-want starting in your underwear.

"I would have liked to call you and see you again." He presses.

"I'm here now." You reply, leaning onto the table; your breasts swelling even more with the movement.

His hand on your thigh under the table surprises you but your heart responds instantly pounding wildly with need. "Meet me in the big toilet as soon as the break starts," the pleading in his voice is too hard to resist, not that you were planning on it anyway.

He got up swiftly and just like the wind, he was gone. You receive a few looks from neighbouring tables, your friend being one of them, but you just shrug and smile innocently.

The much awaited break time was finally announced and you can't scramble off of your chair fast enough, out of the door before anyone else is even away from their tables. But disappointment pangs when you read the "OUT OF ORDER" note taped on the toilet door. Frantically glancing around, you decide to chance knocking. Much to your delight, the door opens and you are pulled in briskly by the hand.

The door is closed and locked as you're backed against it.

"God, do you have any idea how often I've thought about you?" He whispers, so close his breath fans across your face, pulling you in. His eyes burning with a need so fierce you're winded from the impact.

"Probably about as often as I've thought about you." Your fingers already fumbling with the button on his jeans.

His mouth crashes against yours, tongue eagerly dancing with yours as you become a mass of grappling hands and frantic kisses. He pulls away leaving you gasping for air but wanting more of his soft lips on yours. He pushes up your leather skirt and yanks your underwear down, pulling it off each ankle as he sinks onto his knees.

He throws one leg over his shoulder and looks up at you.

"Trust me?"

You nod and he wastes no time doing the same to the other leg, taking all of your weight as he plunges his mouth straight onto your needy pussy.

The sinful sound that vibrates through him as he tastes you has you moaning in response.

You're thrown down memory lane instantly, the way his lips and tongue explore every crevice, how he sucks just enough on your clit drawing his name from your lips like a spell. Even his tight grip on your buttocks keeping you firmly in place, makes you rabid with lust. You start grinding against him, unable to control your body. He moans against you, making you quiver signalling that familiar tight pull coming closer. But before you can let go, your feet are returned to the ground - legs wobbling underneath you - and he's turning you, your face pressing hard against the door. You feel his warm, wet tongue glide along your arsehole, the sensation nearly shooting you through the roof but he holds you firmly in place, spreading your cheeks harshly as he does.

Your toes curl as his fingers wrap around you and he begins massaging your clit. Your heavy breaths creating a pattern of condensation across the door.

And then his grip on you is gone and you feel unsteady as he stands and pulls his wallet out of his jeans pocket.

When you see the glint of the foil wrapper, excitement blooms in your already tight core; coiled and ready to spring. Ripping it open with his teeth, he pushes down his boxers and glides the condom onto his generous erection.

He wastes no time in pressing you back up against the door and sliding into you, gasping when he bottoms out.

He pauses there for a moment and you feel something hot on your arsehole that quickly turns cold as the air hits it and you realise he's spat on you. The thought has you clenching around his rock hard cock.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" He says breathlessly. "Do you like this?" He asks as he slowly pushes a finger inside your rear.

"Ohh, yes." You moan.

He starts rocking his hips and finger in a simultaneous rhythm. Feeling so full and deliciously stretched had you dripping off of him. Your nails, clinging onto the door frame, embedding and no doubt leaving little crescents in the wood.

You feel the build up take hold to a point you can't return from as you tighten around him.

"Oh yes, baby, let me feel you cum around this cock." He whispers in your ear as you unravel. Spasming uncontrollably and calling his name from behind his fingers now caged around your mouth, the action just heightening all the sensations you feel.

As your orgasm subsides, your legs trembling, he pulls out leaving you feeling empty. You turn to face him and his mouth is on you instantly.

"You're so fucking sexy." He says against your lips.

Your fingers find his shirt, undoing the buttons and pushing it off his shoulders. The glint of something in the light catches your attention, as you hold him at arm's length and admire the sight before you.

"They're new." You say, genuine surprise in your voice.

He looks down at his pierced nipples and back up to you with the cockiest smirk. "You like ‘em?"

You shake your head, "I love them."

He grins at you pulling you in for another kiss as you can't resist pinching and rolling one of them between your fingers.

He jolts but moans against you and bucks his hips, his dick pressing desperately against you, aching to be touched.

Your lips go straight for the silver bar, sucking it hastily into your mouth. The sound of it hitting against your teeth and the feel of the cold metal inside your mouth, all of it spurring you on.

"Go and sit down."

You order, the light of lust although briefly sated had not died down.

He puts the lid on the toilet seat down and does as you say.

On your knees, you gently slide the condom off and delve onto him with the same urgency he showed you. When he gasps and his hand goes straight to your hair, you can feel his wildness beneath you. Hips bucking up matching your rhythm as you take him in until he's hitting the back of your throat with every suck.

"Look at me." He whispers and as soon as your eyes hit his, he becomes a shaking mess.

"Oh fuck. Yes, yes, that's it." He strains before his hot, salty orgasm releases into your mouth. You swallow as he grinds into you, holding your hair off your face and watching every movement you make.

He helps you up once he's done and you both tidy yourselves up.

"So, see anyone you like out there?" He asks as he does up his shirt.

You shake your head and scoff. "No. What about you?" You hate the small, sick feeling in your stomach at the possible answer. He's just some guy you've fucked twice, that's all.

"No, I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

When his gaze meet yours in the mirror it's sweet and gentle, a complete contrast to before.

"Listen," he turns to face you. "I know that one night stands are not ideal to start with but I'd really like to take you out to dinner?"

There's a hesitancy in his voice that intrigues you, a very vulnerable side to the confident man you're used to seeing.

"What about after this?" You reply.

His eyes light up. "Yeah, sounds great."

You smile awkwardly at each other and he kisses you on the cheek as if 5 minutes ago he didn't have his lips smothered on your arsehole.

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corysmiles · 3 years

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Could you believe I actually am back with some Runnaway Experiment WRITING??? :D

This takes place very early on in the story, and gives some more insight into Tommy's life before they escaped (in the comics). Enjoy :D

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The experiment was growing years after years, to everyone’s delight. It seemed the first laboratorial human had a decent enough lifespan so that it could be studied in the long run. And so, 14 years, it has been since T0M saw the light of day, and it acted in a similar fashion a 14 year old human would. .

Of course, the many researchers failed to take in consideration an alteration of the most cumbersome. T0M looked human, could understand the english language, followed orders and didn’t complain, asked some questions but the specimen…. was big.

Too big to fit in a human bed.

Too big to fit comfortably in a room.

It went in spurts, which was terrifying the first time. It kept on growing and growing, as scientists hoped it wouldn't take long for it to stop, otherwise, it might lead to a lot of problems. But for the past 2 years, no noticeable change really occurred, which was a relief when the thing was already 25 ft tall. It never seemed to be challenging personality wise, which was a relief, but they still needed to keep him in line.

Hopefully, the Doctor Soot, as well as Doctor Puff took part in daily check ups and made sure he didn’t rebel.

So, every 2 day, they took turns to visit T0M in the room accustomed to its needs.

And both’s reports were excellent! T0M learned more while being as obedient and compliant as ever. Phil couldn’t be more happy with those results.

However, as time went on…. Wilbur failed to mention another kind of teaching he had going on with the subject for the past months.

“And this is called ‘Sadness’.” He held an A3 size paper with a moody smiley drawn on it, the word being written below. “It’s that feeling when our sessions are over and I have to go and you say ‘oh noooo’ in that voice.”

T0M was sitting on his knees in front of him, paying the utmost attention to what Wilbur was showing and saying.

“I hate that one.” He pouted.

“I know,” Wilbur chuckled. “No one likes to feel sad. But it’s a part of life.”

A single hum. Wilbur’s smile turned more sympathetic.

“Do you remember the other ones?” He stood up from his place and put the sheet in one of the dark grey metallic drawers.

T0M nodded, excitedly. He took his hand and poked his fingers as he counted. “ there’s “Happiness”, it’s the good one. And “Disgust”, it’s when I have to eat the weird green stuff.”

“Brocoli”

“That. And then there’s excitement, it’s when I smile real big because you come early.”

Wilbur clapped “Wonderful!” T0M’s eyes were shining stars at every approval from Doctor Soot. Even though T0M’s enjoyment was very appreciated and contagious, but it could be a bit… much, to handle at times.

“Since you understand the basics, I think it’s time for us to start a whole new lesson.” He clapped.

T0M gasped and cheered from the top of his lungs “YEAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!”, throwing his arms in the air and effectively making the room shake from the sheer volume of his voice. When he looked back at the scientist, his eyebrows were pinched and the brunette was covering his ears and curled up, almost in pain.

“...Doctor?” He brought his head close to the man who, after making eye contact, scrambled back until he hit the same drawer he put the papers in earlier. T0M looked at him confused, face still too big in Wilbur’s peripheral.

“I… Tom, I appreciate your enthusiasm when we do our lessons, but if you could prevent yourself from screaming, it would be nice.” He tried in the most gentle voice he could muster without it shaking.

“What’s screaming?” T0M asked, crouched so his face was almost on the ground at eye level with him. He brought a hand closer to the doctor who was still breathing heavily. When his head shot to look at the hand, his body on alert, he froze before saying.

“... Is it a moment when I can’t touch you?”

Wilbur’s eyes were locked on the now frozen hand for a good second before returning to T0M, nodding. “Uh, yeah.”

“... Okay.”

The hand retracted in the following seconds, and soon, he was back in his initial position.

The doctor thanked before regaining his composure. He looked back at T0M, and his expression held remorse. A guilt twisted Wilbur's guts at the view. Thing is, as T0M grew up, people quickly realised he was the equivalent of clingy. He would constantly grab people into hugs and had a hard time keeping his voice down which resulted in a large noise blocker investment. And so they had a rule. T0M couldn’t make any sort of physical contact with anyone without being given explicit permission first. Obviously, most workers considered T0M as a test subject and therefore, wouldn’t give him that pleasure.

Wilbur, though, was not in the same vein. Once he realised how empathic and emotional and human T0M was, he started teaching him things a human teen should need, and started giving him a sort of affection a human teen should have. Which included some sort of physical affection.

When T0M was sad, he would sit next to him or pat his back. It quickly evolved as Wilbur accepted being held by the boy and brought to eye level as long as he was careful when doing so, and ever later, they would hug and wilbur would try to brush his hair at times.

Still, that didn’t make him immune to any of T0M’s carelessness which’s consequences were amplified ten fold due to his scale.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked pitifully.

“I- no, it’s not your fault. It can just be a bit overwhelming is all.” Wilbur explained.

“... what does that mean?”

“It means… when something is ‘too much’. Like when you want to bring Techno very close, but he keeps reminding you about the rule.”

“Oh.” T0M let his head fall. “... I don’t like that.” Wilbur scratched his head. “I want to be so close and show that I’m very happy and it’s all inside and I can’t let it out.”

“Well, here, it’s a bit more of the opposite. When outside, there is a lot and you’re incapable of letting it in.”

“... I’m sorry Wilbur” he mumbled.

“It’s okay, I’m not angry.” reassured the brunette. “I just have sensitive ears.”

“...Everyone has sensitive ears.”

“Well, when you’re a small guy like me, you’re sensitive on pretty much all fronts.”

“... It’s not fair.”

“What’s that?” Wilbur perked.

“When I stop getting big and strong, I want to hug you with all of my will. Like you do with me. It feels nice. I want you to feel nice just like that. I want you to be overwhelmed with happiness. I want to hug you so, so bad but I can't and it's shit. I don't want to be strong, I hurt you if I’m strong. I want to hug you."

Tommy vented, more to himself, and when he looked at Wilbur, his eyes shined, not with joy.

"Oh Tommy…."

It ached. It ached Wilbur to his core that something as simple as a hug was something he craved and still couldn't get. Because he knew. He knew all of the things T0M was missing out on. All the life he could have lived if he was granted freedom. How much he could live and appreciate. It kept him awake at night.

But he was here. Trapped. In a room barely tall enough to contain him, treated like a circus monster. And the worst thing was, T0M wasn't aware of it. Of all the life he wasn't living. How his life was no life and how he thinks this absence of everything is what life should be.

Plato would probably laugh in his grave.

"I promise you. One day, you will be able to do that. I promise you that I'll find a way for you to hug me just like you are a small man too. I promise you that I'll make you discover all of those joys of life, Tom. I Promise you. I will help you. And I'm sorry for not being able to provide it sooner. And I'll apologize for all the years it took for me to get it."

They stared at each other, and Tommy nodded, throat tight and eyes wet.

"And a promise makes sure that it's gonna happen." T0M croaked.

"Exactly, tom." Wilbur smiled. "You are going to live many more things."

The bell rang, and both faces fell a bit.

"I'll see you in 4 days, Tom. We're gonna have a little recap over the emotions you learned and then I'll teach you about relationships."

"Oohh, that sounds nice! What is it?"

As Wilbur packed his little bag, he looked at T0M and simply replied "it's all around you. But I'm not gonna spoil the next session. On that note, I wish you a nice week, Tom."

"Have a nice week, Wilbur! " T0M waved with a smile. "It's nice talking to you."

"It is my absolute pleasure, Tom."

And thus, they parted. As Wilbur walked down the immense corridor (just tall enough Tom could run through them.) He wore a satisfied smile. His small steps resonated, the only sound in the room, yet peaceful enough for his ears to listen to them as carefully as silence. Halfway through, the sound was doubled.

"Helloooo."

"Oh, hey techno! How are you?"

"Doing fine. You seem very happy."

"I am. I made some good progress with T-he subject. I feel like he's learning well. The next tests should have fabulous results."

"Ahh, wonderful. Let's make sure it doesn't learn too much though." He joked.

And at that, Wilbur chuckled, his hand on the man's shoulder. "Oh don't you worry about that, my friend. I can assure you that'll never happen"

"Amazing" techno replied, deadpan. Both nodded their conversation away and walked the rest of their ways.

As he got further away, the doctor's smile turned to an amused grin. His steps resonated, so much smaller than what could be, in a corridor in which the boy just next door should walk through.

"Don't you worry about a single thing."

MEL YES I ADORE THIS AU SO MUCH ITS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!

Poor Tommy but at least Wilbur is helping him :”]

#runaway experiment au #melissas writing #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g!tommy #t!wilbur #YES YES TES #XJWJXJWNNX #SCREAMS AND YELLS AND CRIES #BUT IN A GOOD WAY #:D #I LOVEBTHSI AU

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allegra-writes · 4 years

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“The Devil all the time”

Hunter!Tom x Demon!Reader

Supernatural AU

NSFW

Warnings: Smut

"Break the silence, damn the dark

Damn the light..."

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Forget everything you thought you knew, you had every reason to be afraid of the dark when you were a kid. In this world where monsters are real, the Holland brothers hunt them so normal people can continue to live in the bliss of ignorance.

But when something goes terribly wrong, Tom will do anything to save his brother's life, including selling his soul to the devil. Well... Not exactly the devil, but close enough.

You don't need to watch Supernatural to read this AU

MY MASTERLIST

He knew it was you, even before turning. He knew it as soon as he heard your deceptively delicate footsteps break the supernatural silence that had fallen over the forest the moment he had buried the little metal box in the old crossroad. Tom didn't want to think about what it meant, having such an intimate knowledge of you to be able to recognize you by the cadence of your steps, being so in sync with you that he could tell whenever you were in the vicinity.

So he used his favorite deflection technique whenever it came to you.

"Y/n? What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Sorry, did I say nice girl? I meant evil skank"

The insult didn't phase you. None ever did. It was hard to take them seriously when you knew how many nights he fell asleep with your name on his lips, after pathetically releasing himself into his own hand, or fucking his boring girl-next-door girlfriend, chasing orgasm over unsatisfactory orgasm that would never completely satiate him. Because it wasn't your face the one contorted in pleasure looking up at him from the mattress.

"You called. I came" You batted your lashes, sweetly. "I always come when you call…"

He gulped, the innuendo not lost to his ears. It threw him off guard, like it always did.

"I would have thought this would be… beneath you" Tom cleared his throat, looking away, trying to regain his footing, "collecting a deal, like a vulgar crossroad demon"

There was nothing vulgar about the soul of a Holland. But he didn't need to know that, so you just shrugged,

"Queen Rowena has an interest in you boys. She finds you entertaining. I'm just being a good subdit"

He scoffed,

"Funny. I would have never peg you for a sub"

You took a step closer to him.

"You don't have what it takes to make me submit, Holland" Your hot breath fanned over his skin, setting his skin on fire. Making his blood boil. You had a way of doing that, of bringing out the worst in him. Of making him lose control. And you thoroughly enjoyed it, poking at the bear until the claws came out, laughing at the carnage.

Another step, and you could physically feel it: The hate, radiating from his every pore, his mind screaming with it. He hated you. He hated your kind. He hated your beauty. He hated the pretty white dress you were wearing, so pure and innocent, glowing like a beacon in the dark. A lure, guiding uncountable men before him into perdition.

But above all else, he hated that, even then, he couldn't help but to want you. Fervently. Desperately. Irreversibly.

"I came here to make a deal" He croaked, cursing himself internally for showing weakness.

"Let's negotiate, then," you replied, stepping away, mercifully letting him breath.

"My brother-"

"I know" You interrupted, sounding bored already, "Reapers everywhere are going berserk. Who, oh who, will get to reap the soul of a Holland?"

The wind picked up, making your long dress billow around your legs. You twirled a little, admiring the way it moved. Tom's eyes were glued to you, almost hypnotized. Partly because you were too dangerous to be left unsupervised even for a second, partly because you looked beautiful like that. It had never been more obvious to him that you were an unearthly creature, you didn't belong to this world. There, surrounded by greenery, barefoot, swaying softly under the twilight light, he wondered how could anybody ever mistake you for a human.

"Of course" your apathetic voice took him out of his revery, "being reapers, watching them go wild is rather boring. I swear they are the most uninteresting beings of all creation"

That made him see red.

"Boring? Boring?!" He knew his voice was rising with every word but he just couldn't help it, "They're waiting for my little brother to die!!"

"Which could happen any minute now," You reminded him, all playfulness gone from your demeanor, "so if you wanna strike a deal, I suggest you start making me an offer worth my time"

He was taken aback by that.

"I- My soul in exchange of a wish, and you collect it in ten years" He tried and failed not to think about what that implied: vicious, invisible hounds of hell tearing apart his body and dragging his soul to hell, "Isn't that the usual deal?"

You scoffed,

"After all the things you did in your life, what makes you think your soul doesn't belong in hell already? And if your brother dies, that is one less Holland on earth to worry about. You and your brothers have managed to become a big pain in the ass for us…"

He pulled out a knife, a strange one, with runes in the blade. You arched a brow in recognition

"The Winchesters' knife. Are you threatening me, little hunter?"

Your lack of reaction was another blow. He had hoped you'd be more impressed than that. Nonetheless he turned it in his hands, offering you the handle.

"I'm throwing it into the deal"

To his surprise, you didn't immediately take it from his hands, choosing instead to pace the clearing, deep in thought.

The truth was you couldn't care less about the knife, it wasn't more dangerous to you than a toothpick. And while it was true it could certainly damage your queen, she had a far better weapon to protect herself: You.

But it did confirm your suspicions about the Hollands having access to the old Winchester arsenal, which meant they had access to something way more dangerous than that rustic weapon made of steel and bone. A book, made of ancient dark magic and human skin, written in blood. A book that was precious to queen Rowena and by extension to you: the Book of the Damned.

The Hollands were a family of extremely talented, yes, but old fashioned hunters. The stab first, ask questions later kind. They probably had no idea what they had in their hands… but you did.

"Very well then," you finally declared, "this is my offer: Your soul and that knife in exchange for sweet Harry's life and one year for you to get all your businesses in order"

Tom felt all the blood drain from his face. One year. Just 365 more days to live, before an eternity of torture in hell.

"O-one year?" He breathed.

"One year" You confirmed, "More than enough time to go see the Grand Canyon, eat the world's spiciest burger or whatever you have on your bucket list"

The disdain in your words only made him hate you harder.

"Not nearly enough to live" He replied through clenched teeth. You rolled your eyes,

"You're a hunter. You lead short, violent existences, charging head first towards what most humans run away from. Things faster, stronger, more powerful than you, surviving each encounter out of sheer luck. Killing one monster after another, until that luck runs out. Because the monsters? Unlike you who rely on it everyday, they just need. One. Single. Lucky. Strike." You punctuated every word with one step in his direction, until you were face to face again. Until, for the first time ever, you could see the fear, the desperating hopelessness he kept hidden inside, reflected on the warm coffee of his eyes. You knew a lesser man would be already crying and begging for Mercy.

Tom wasn't like other men though, that was the whole point.

"Or…" You soften your tone and your stance, letting your fingers ghost over the back of his hand, his whole skin erupting in goosebumps. That was the very first time you touched him. Ever.

And it was as if nobody had ever touched him before, the light caress enough to set every nerve ending, every single one of his cells, alight.

He was so distracted by the sensation and his body's response to it, he almost didn't hear your next words over the sound of his own pounding heart.

"Or you could keep your little pocket knife, and even have your ten years if…"

"If?" He struggled to focus.

"You let me borrow a book"

His brows furrowed in confusion,

"A book? What book?"

"Any book of my liking, for as long as I want" You shrugged it off, "Do we have a deal?"

There was a catch there, it was obvious. He knew he was going to regret it but, what choice did he have?

"Deal"

Your smile was blinding, luminous. If he didn't know any better, he would have called it angelical. Now, that was one ridiculous thought.

"What now? We seal it with a kiss?" His eyes fell to your lips, so soft looking and inviting. He wasn't eager to put his mouth on a filthy demon and doom himself. He wasn't.

You chuckled, but there was no humor behind it.

"Oh no, darling. This is big. This is special" You're special, "A simple kiss just won't cut it…"

No. You couldn't mean… could you? Was there no limits to your hatred for him? Did you really want him so defeated, so humiliated?

"What do you want?" He spat through gritted teeth.

"The same thing you want" You put your hands on his chest, rising to your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "The same thing you have wanted ever since we first met . The thing that's obsessing you..."

"I don't know what you're talking about"

You smirked,

"You can lie to your family, you can even lie to yourself, little hunter... But you can't lie to me."

He couldn't hide, you could see every fantasy, hear every single one of his thoughts of you on repeat, like a prayer in your direction. Just like he couldn't hide the way his skin was burning now for you, the way his blood rushed south, the way all logical thought left his brain, his iron grip on his emotions finally breaking as he snapped.

Lightning fast, in just a blink, he twirled you around, your back hitting the rough bark of a tree, as he towered over you, demon blade to your throat, every inch of his body pressed against yours. His eyes were ablazed with rage, and passion, as he surged forward, striking you with his best hit.

He kissed you.

Lips vicious against yours, teeth biting and scraping only to soothe the offense seconds later with his tongue, until he was dizzy, light headed with the lack of oxygen and the taste of you. The hand not holding the knife to your neck fell to your breast, squeezing the pliant flesh with enough force to cause pain on a human woman, merely making you moan. He swallowed the sound, letting his fingers trace your waist, your hips, clawing at your dress until he finally, finally, felt skin under his fingertips.

It was better than anything his mind had conjured in his feverish fantasies in the dead of the night. The skin of your inner thighs velvety soft, as they parted under his touch, the sweetest sounds leaving your lips as his fingers found your naked core. You weren't wearing any underwear, probably never had. The realization that, in all your past encounters and fights you had been standing there, just feet away from him with nothing under that damn dress hit him like a truck, making his head swim.

He searched between your folds, and suddenly his fingers were inside you. He was inside you, a part of him was buried deep within you, within your silky heat, claiming you as his, if only for the night.

And you were so wet for him, and only getting wetter as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them, opening you up until he was able to slip a third one in, fucking you with his hand in earnest. You were sobbing, clutching at his biceps, head thrown back in pleasure. He took advantage of that to suck bruises on your neck, only to see them fade before his eyes. Your skin tasted clean, smelled like wild flowers and rain. Ozone. Lightning. Like those coursing through his veins with every cry, every delicious gasp you made.

He found the perfect spot inside you, the one that sent sparks through your nerves with every stroke of his calloused fingers.

"This what you wanted?" To make him lose it? Lose his mind, himself, in you? "For me to make you come on just my fingers, like the little slut you are?"

The floor disappeared from under his feet as you sent him flying away from you, a searing pain exploding at the back of his head as he landed, sprawled at the feet of an old, dying oak. With blurry eyes, he saw you stalk towards him, all power and cold, controlled fury.

"Let's get one thing straight, Holland. I'm not one of your sluts" You sneered, "and I'm definitely not your basic bitch of a girlfriend. So you better start showing me a little respect, are we clear?"

He gulped, sitting up. He had to be seriously fucked up in the head, for his cock to be twitching inside his pants at your threatening tone.

"Crystal"

"Good" You declared, coming to a stop right in front of him, standing between his parted legs, "Now, let's put that mouth of yours to a better use"

He knew that image was going to be forever tattooed on his brain: You standing in front of him, holding the skirt of your dress up, waiting for him to put his mouth on you. Tom took a moment to admire you, before delving in, flattening his tongue over your slit, before drawing tight, precise circles on your clit with the tip. God, you tasted so divine it was messing with his head; something as dark and corrupted and twisted as you, feeling so exquisite, so perfect, so heavenly to his every sense.

He helped you hook your knee over his shoulder, his other arm snaking around your leg, pulling you even closer. You could feel his smirk against your cunt the moment he realized your legs were shaking, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, not with his wicked talented mouth devouring you like a last meal, rocking your whole world, making you see stars behind your closed eyelids.

You always knew that man would make the stars fall.

Tom kept on, penetrating you with his tongue as far as it would go, his whole face moving against you. The slight burn of his scruff felt delicious against your delicate labia, as he used his fingers to open you up like a flower, separating your petals to get to the delectable nectar inside. You were close, he could feel it, the obscene sounds you were making, the waves of sweetness falling on his lips feeding his ego, filling him up with pride. By the time the night was over, you'd be unable to forget him. He would make sure of that. He would make you come, over and over, until the only thoughts left in your brain were of him, the only word your lips knew how to speak was his name. He would mark you, like a bloodstain, like you had done to him.

Almost there, he almost had you. Your muscles were locking, your walls starting to tremble, when a loud crack resonated over his head, and you stepped away on unstable legs, breathing hard. You didn't even need to breathe, it was just his effect on you. He made you feel human. And it was both exhilarating, and terrifying.

You took another step back, but he took hold of your ankle, tugging hard enough to make you fall on his lap, white skirt covering the place where his hands were fumbling with his zip, with his boxers, aligning himself with your entrance.

"Fuck!" He cursed, as you sank on his rock hard cock, not giving him any time to get used to the feeling of you around him, before starting to move.

"How does it feel" You taunted, "fucking a monster? Is it as good as you dreamed of?"

Better. You felt even better. Tom hadn't thought it was possible, but he loathed you even more for it.

"Shut up" He growled.

You leaned forwards, breath hot against his ear,

"Cause you feel amazing, Tom. Your cock feels like heaven"

His hand tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as he crashed his mouth to yours again, the other fumbling for the buttons at the back of your dress, tugging and pulling, tearing at the fabric, in his haste to feel more. More of your skin against his, more of the body that had been his hyper fixation for far too long.

You sat up, still grinding on his cock, letting the tattered dress fall to your waist, watching in satisfaction as his eyes went wide, zeroing on the way your breasts bounced in sync with your hips.

Reaching up, for a glorious second Tom could feel one perfect pebbled nipple against his palm, the roundness, the weight of your soft flesh on his fingers; before an invisible force pinned his hands to his sides.

You tsked.

"Still don't get it, do you little hunter? This?" You let yourself fall all the way down his thick cock, hard, tearing twin moans from his mouth and yours, "This isn't about you. This is about me."

Leaning back, you braced yourself on his strong thighs, changing the angle, changing your movements to a slower rocking against his pelvis. The friction against your clit was perfect, the feeling of his big, throbbing dick so deep inside you, stretching you like no one before, sending electrical pulses through your spine. It was decadent. It was ecstasy.

It was torture. Underneath you, Tom was sobbing, eyes bright with unshed tears, fighting in vain against his bonds. He needed it faster, harder, anything to help tilt him over the edge you were keeping him on, your sweet cunt too tight, too good around him to allow his cock to soften, your rhythm too leisured to let the tensed, strained coil inside him to snap. You were uncaring, using him remorselessly to get yourself off, your little moans getting higher in pitch the closer you came to your climax. Tom felt himself getting higher just by looking at your beautiful pleasure ridden face. You cried out, and suddenly it was happening, you were coming, pulsating around his cock, falling apart on top of him.

And the ground beneath him quaked. The sky above his head bled, the blue twilight torn open by lightning, and thunder, despite the fact that there wasn't a single cloud marring its diaphaneity. You fell forwards, hand braced on the tree, next to his face, ridding the aftershocks of your orgasm until the end.

"No!" Tom cried when, after a few seconds of catching your breath, you dismounted him, letting his dick slip out of you.

You arched a brow,

"Something you want, Tommy?"

He locked his mouth shut, gritting his teeth. You smiled, amused, knuckles stroking his still iron hard cock.

"Do you need more, little hunter?" You enveloped him in your hand, moving it up and down his member, watching the head disappear under his foreskin, "Do you need to come?"

He banged the back of his head against the bark.

"Yes!" He finally admitted, "So badly…"

"Then beg" You commanded, stilling your hand. He snapped open the eyes he hadn't realized he had closed. Oh, if looks could kill…

"Never" He hissed, livid.

"Very well, then" You picked up your pace, pumping him fast, your grip almost too rough. He gasped for air, feeling the telltale tightening of his balls, the coil inside just about to break under the tension. But you must have felt it too, cause your hand let go of him altogether. Too late, he understood what you were doing.

One beat. And then another, and he was coming all over his t-shirt, orgasm completely ruined.

He cursed, tears escaping through the corner of his eyes, fingers digging into the moist ground under his hands. You chuckled, cruelly, standing up and stepping out of your shredded dress. He could have ganked you with the demon blade in that moment, he really could have, except his hands were still pinned by an invisible force at his sides.

"Let me go, you bitch," Tom growled, tossing, fighting against his restraints to no avail, "aren't you done?!"

"Not quite." You smiled, mockingly sweet, "Just one more thing before I leave. Don't worry, it will only hurt for a minute…"

He renewed his efforts to escape, as you bended over, reaching for his chest, white hot pain burning through his ribs. He almost cried out, but what he saw stole the voice from his throat, turned his blood into ice inside his veins, leaving him shaking, jaw slack and mouth open in a soundless scream:

You, naked and gorgeous and terrible. Transfixed, eyes glowing with a supernatural indigo light, the shadow of two massive, bended, broken wings projected on the trees behind you.

Not a demon, he thought. You're not a demon.

You smiled, and it was terrifying.

"No. I'm the thing demons have nightmares about" You replied out loud to the words he had only said in his mind, "And now, little hunter, you belong to me. Mind, body and soul"

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Midnight Diner [M] ~ MYG

WORD COUNT: 3.5K

PAIRING: Tattoos!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Smut, AU, Tattooist AU, Diner AU, friends to loves, touch her and you die vibes, established friendship, protective Yoongi

An old fashioned diner was not where you had pictured yourself working but here you were dressed in a pale pink dress with a white apron around the middle to look as though you worked as a vintage waitress from the '50s. It used to be a small cafe but the new owner decided that he wanted to turn it into a '50s diner so that it would become a well-known truck stop along the highway. Lots of people stopped by all of the time but not just because of the diner but because of a famous tattoo studio right next door run by one of your friends. Yoongi. He had two full tattoo sleeves each tattoo was designed by him and put onto his body by him or someone else he trusted with his life.

"I'll be right with you sir," You said as the bell above the door chimed to let you know that the first customer of the day had walked in, you cleaned up the desk and turned around to see Yoongi waiting for his morning cup of coffee. Every morning like clockwork he would be waiting for you to open, watching from his apartment above the tattoo studio to see if you'd been in yet and then he would make his way down.

"Take your time." You rolled your eyes at him playfully, telling him to sit wherever he wanted to but he would always pick the same spot, the bar stool in front of the till. You figured it was so he could keep you company and make conversation while the diner wasn't busy but that wasn't it at all.

See Yoongi didn't see you as just a friend, to him you were someone he had to protect and he was going to do that until his last breath. It wasn't that he thought you needed protecting, lord knows you could look out for yourself but there was something about you that intrigued him. You were someone that he loved and cared for deeply not that he would ever admit that out loud to you or anybody else for that matter. Whatever it was about you made him want to stay around you all of the time was relaxing to him, with you he felt he could be his true self instead of his persona that everyone seemed to perceive him as, the tattooist that hated everyone he met or came into contact with.

"The usual?" He glanced up when he heard your voice and nodded, it was still quite early so the diner was empty apart from the two of you and the chef in the back.

"Jack? Yoongi's usual," You called out with a giant smile on your face, it was now that Yoongi realised you were wearing makeup, it was the first time he'd ever seen you with so much on.

"Oh? The lipstick." You mumbled as you caught his gaze staring at you,

"Keith wants us to look more in the part," You grumbled as you did a small spin in the dress showing off everything you were wearing, Yoongi's heart practically leapt out of his chest. You always looked breathtakingly beautiful but today there was an allure about you that made it harder to resist you.

"But you can't say anything Mr bleach blonde!" You cried out running your hands through his blonde hair that was recently dyed, he was always doing different things with it. When you first met him it was long and up in a ponytail dyed bleach blonde, then he went black, green and one time pink. The two of you had been best friends for three years ever since you started working at the diner, every morning he would come in and order the same thing. Black coffee, pancakes and a second coffee to go with it. Then he would do the same at night after closing up his tattoo studio. A herbal tea with whatever dinner you got to pick out for him, the two of you would eat together every night. Even if you were on the late shift.

"Any famous clients today?" You teased as you began to clean around the bar with a dishcloth and some cleaning spray,

"We have a very special client," He laughed as he continued watching you clean,

"Who?" You knew Yoongi would never give you details if someone famous was truly going to him to get a tattoo but it was always fun poking him for information. It was the best of the best in his industry and even though his studio was right out on the highway people still came from far and wide to get tattooed by him.

"Well it would be her very first, she said she was nervous but she's got nothing to worry about." As soon as the words left his mouth you knew that he was speaking about you and you rolled your eyes, throwing the rag that had been attached to your apron at him.

"I'm not getting it done today, I'm on the morning and late shift." You whined as you thought about going over there to get a tattoo.

Both of you had been planning it for so long, doodling ideas that you had for a tattoo on your arm but never fully committing to it until Yoongi designed the perfect design for you. It was your birth flower and birthstone fused together with a crescent moon surrounding them and Yoongi's artwork made it look truly magnificent.

"But I've already drawn it up, you have to get it done eventually," You knew it was true and you wanted to but it was hard with how often you worked.

"What about after I've shut and you've finished, you're my friend I don't mind doing it after hours," He reminded you before blowing into the scolding liquid and watching you.

"That could be good...This weekend?" You suggested as you glanced at him, the door opening to reveal more customers walking through the door, he nodded before you went off to greet the couple taking them to a table.

Yoongi left not long after finishing his breakfast and a second mug of coffee, leaving his money and an extra-large tip the way he always did whenever he was served by you and you were left the enjoy the rest of the busy day filled with bikers, families that were travelling on holidays and regular customers that came in almost every day. It was finally near closing time which meant Yoongi would be in any second to have dinner with you before you would head home for the night.

"Hey sweet stuff," You glanced over your shoulder to see truckers walking through the door, usually truck drivers were some of the sweetest people you came across but towards the end of the night was when the worst of the worst came to come into the diner. Tired from driving all day, testosterone high from not being around their partners and thinking they could groop and touch whoever they pleased without consequences.

"Take a seat, I'll be right with you." You did your best to appear confident in front of the six men who were all larger than you and walking towards you. Slipping by them you carried a tray of plates through to the kitchen and tried to calm yourself down to go and talk to them. Reminding yourself that they were just tired and rowdy after a long day and just needed to cool off.

The bell signalled and you relaxed knowing that the person who came through was going to be Yoongi, no matter what, if he was around you were more calm and relaxed.

"Hey, do you want the usual or something special?" You asked as a giant grin appeared on your face as soon as you saw Yoongi sitting at the bar stool by the till but Yoongi wasn't smiling. He looked tired and pissed off, as soon as he'd walked into the diner he could sense that something was off, normally you would be on the floor waiting for him not hiding in the kitchen.

"Something special? Does that involve you hot cheeks?" You ignored the man at the table who yelled out to you, his friends all whistling as you stood unamused in front of Yoongi.

"Listen-" Your hand gripped onto Yoongi's arm as you sent him a silent signal with your eyes not to bother saying anything, it wasn't worth the effort since they would leave soon enough but that wasn't soon enough for Yoongi. He wanted them out now since he could see just how uncomfortable you were with them in the diner.

"How come he gets something special?!" Another one yelled before you walked over to their table, smiles and graces plastered across your face as you tried to keep a good face-up.

"What can I get for you all?"

Time passed and you served the truckers before having your dinner with Yoongi. The two of you sitting together at the till and sharing food and stories from his day had been a slow one for him. Only booked clients had arranged to come in with short tattoos and he was bored of not getting to show his creative side.

"Which is why you should have come to let me do yours," He complained playfully as nudged you,

"Okay, I'm a little scared of the needles,"

"I'll hold your hand baby," A deep voice said from behind you as the main man from the group came up to pay for their meals,

"Maybe if you're a good girl I'll let you hold something else," He moaned dramatically before making some inappropriate thrusting movements with his hips and then everything was like a flash. Yoongi was no longer sitting beside you and the man was on the floor bleeding from his lip.

Just like that everything seemed to be moving quickly, Yoongi was punching two men when another grabbed him and punched him in the face. Panic washed over you as you didn't know what to do first, you grabbed a tray from beside you and bashed the man holding Yoongi around the head and he let him go.

"You little fucking whore," He boomed out ready to throw a punch but you kicked him in the groin before slapping him across the face with the tray again, his nose splurting blood out on the floor.

"Get the fuck out of my diner," You hissed as you grabbed one of them by the ear lobe and began dragging the whimpering man to the door. Yoongi smirked from where he was standing as the men stumbled over to their trucks not saying another word.

"Yoongi." You breathed out as you saw blood dripping from a cut on his lip and forehead,

"I’ve got a first aid kit in the studio, I’ll be fine”. He shook his head trying to pass it off as though it was nothing and that he would clean it up but you began shaking your head, telling Jack to lock up for you as you dragged Yoongi out of the diner and over to his store.

"I can look after myself," He mumbled as he suddenly felt like a baby with you dragging him around, he'd been trying to protect you in the diner but now he felt like a failure when you began kicking them out instead.

"Shut up and let me do this," You mumbled as you walked through the door, sitting him down on one of the tattoo chairs and waiting for him to tell you where the first aid kit was.

"Sit still before I poke you in the eye," You ordered as you sat across from Yoongi, the both of you squished onto the tattoo chair as you forced him to let you clean up the wound on his forehead.

"It would heal with a bandaid," He mumbled poking out his bottom lip as you cleaned it up with some alcohol wipes and then placed a bright pink band-aid on top, smirking to yourself as he gave you an unimpressed stare.

"It's pink-"

"It's cute," You reminded him as you began packing up the kit,

"You're going to have to stop defending me at some point, you can't keep getting hurt because of me," You whispered as you remembered the last time Yoongi jumped in when someone had been making inappropriate comments at you, it hadn't ended well for the first guy and Yoongi was left with bruises and cuts too.

"But I want to protect you," You heard the sadness in his voice and you turned to look up at him not realising how close your faces were to one another until you almost headbutted him.

"Y-You don't have to protect me," You stuttered because of how close you were together and sighed shaking his head,

"You don't get it," He mumbled trying to slide off the chair but you took his hand in yours, begging him to explain what you didn't "get",

"I'm in love with you," As soon as he told you it was as if a weight had been lifted from his chest and he stared at you waiting for you to run off. That was what happened the last time he told someone he truly cared about them but instead, you didn't, you slid down from the chair and cupped his face in your hands. Running your thumb over his soft skin before leaning forward and connecting your lips together. He was hesitant at first but as soon as he realised what was happening he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You were in love with him too and had been waiting so long to finally hear those words fall from his lips.

Your lips touched yet again but this time he didn't hesitate against you, there was passion behind every peck and kiss he gave to you, his hands wandering up your sides as he picked you up, carefully placing you back onto the chair you had gotten off. As soon as his lips touched yours is like like your whole body became heated as if you were set on fire. The kiss made you feel as though you were alive and you pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist to try and cause some friction between you,

"I need you." You whimpered feeling needy as his hands touched your inner thighs, the skirt bunching up against your hips as you kissed him again, he grabbed fistfuls of your skirt and smirked as you let out a whine.

"Say the word and I will stop," He whispered as he pulled away to look at you, you nodded before kissing him desperately wanting nothing more than his touch on your body. He kissed won your neck as he began to take off the dress you were wearing, throwing it somewhere behind him as you fought off the urge to hide from him.

"You're beautiful, you don't need to hide from me," He reminded you as his fingers trailed over every inch of exposed skin making you needier for his touch. Yoongi laid a gently kiss on your thighs and you cried out as you waited for something more.

He worked his way down using his tongue to follow where his hands had touched, running his tongue over each of your nipples before kissing each of your thighs again.

"Y-Yoongi," You whispered as he looked up at you, he had a wicked smirk on his face as he looked up at you, licking his lips as though he was about to eat his first ever meal.

"Yes?" You whined at him as he blew cold air onto your exposed core making you whimper as he run his fingers through your folds your fingers dug into the leather chair as he used his tongue to glide through your folds. Your heartfelt as though it was about to stop as he continued to eat you out on the chair, growling against you as he heard your moans of approval at what he was doing. Every small flick of his tongue earned another moan from your lips, your head fell back against the chair and you were squirming and writhing around unable to keep your movements still has his tongue continued to work wonders on you. It wasn't long until the intensity began to build leaving you stunned and unravelled as you cried out his name cumming around his tongue.

Yoongi smirked as he lifted his head his lips were swollen and glossy from your juices that were on him, you whimpered looking at the state of him.

"F-Fuck," You growled pulling him onto the chair with you as you began to kiss him, his legs tickled your core as you ground against him,

"Y/n," He breathed as his lips touched yours, kissing you all over as you began to whine for more from him,

"Touch me," You smiled as you kissed him, running your hands down to his trousers as you pushed them down, smirking to yourself as he let out a shaky breath. Kicking off his pants and looking at you as you run your hand over his hardness, running your thumb over his slit as his breaths became jagged and his body seemed to jerk.

"D-Don't stop," He begged with his jaw clenched, fingers holding onto you tightly as you began to slow pump nim in your hand. Watching his face for all of the reactions he was giving you, his jaw pipped, lips parted as he let out moans.

"Fuck," He moaned out as he rolled his head forward into your neck, biting down on your skin as you continued to pump him in your hand.

"Your touch kills me," He whimpered as his hips began to move in the rhythm of your pumps, moaning out as you gripped a little tighter.

"I-I need to be in you?" He asked it as a question wanting to make sure you were comfortable and you nodded,

"I-I'm on the pill and I'm clean," You reassured him as you realised that neither of you was exactly prepared for this to happen, he kissed you softly lining himself up at your entrance. The tip of his cock made you clench around nothing as he slowly began to move into you. There was intense pressure for a moment and you weren't sure if he was going to fit, then there was a sudden sharpness as he sank into you holding himself deep as you cried out.

"I-I'm sorry," He kissed you lovingly as he realised it was hurting you, but it wasn't a terrible pain it was just that the fullness was a little too much for you.

"I-It's okay, you're j-just big." You whimpered as he kissed you again, softly, and then he began to rest his head on yours waiting until you were ready for him to move but to be honest you would have been perfect laying there with him inside of you all night, it felt as though he was the perfect fit.

"Y-You can move," You promised him as you kissed him again, he began to move his hips slowly, you lifted your hips against him and it began to turn into intense pleasure, something you'd never experienced with anyone before. Your head was totally lost as he continued to move with you, the sound filling the room where your moans mixed together with soft sighs and whimpers as he pushed in and out of you passionately and lovingly.

Yoongi worked his arm under your head and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he angled himself deeper inside of you, your stomach tightened as you felt yourself getting closer. He began to move faster, deeper his thrusts getting stronger as he looked into your eyes the feeling was intense.

"Y-Yoongi," You breathed out as you could feel yourself trembling around him, it felt as though you were going to burst until you finally came undone around him without warning. Yoongi's features turned dark as his jaw tensed again, he lost control as his body pounded against yours making the chair move across the floor until his muscles flexed and his head rolled back, crying out and shuddering as he came undone inside of you.

His head laid in your neck for a while before either of you began to move or speak,

"I-I'll get us a hot bath." He whispered as he slid out of you, giving you his shirt to change into while he looked at you.

"You're so fucking beautiful," He breathed out in a raspy voice as he looked at you, even after sex you were still just as beautiful as before.

"Shut up," You whined following him up the stairs to his apartment so the two of you could clean up together and talk about what all of that meant.

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