#(I also DO plan on making a masterpost for this AU and others but that's gonna take some time so I'm not offering it as a reward lol)

[chiscribbs]

Hey guys, some quick notes:

The plot is on pause today, since I need to focus on completing my submissions for the main bracket (and maybe take the opportunity to answer some asks that have been piling up). Any on-going interactions will be saved in drafts and responded to tomorrow or a little later.

In the meantime, since the next round of polls is just around the corner - allow me to provide some incentive to vote my kiddos through!

For each round that Grown Apart AU wins, I'll post some special behind-the-scenes content! Including (but not limited to):

Main character profiles

An ACT I relationship chart

Never-before-seen character designs

Inside info about Big Mama's Assistant

One of the completed ACT I story beats

Childhood snippets

GA SHELLDON's concept art

If any of these sound like things you'd be interested in seeing, then please consider casting your vote for Grown Apart in the @tmntaucompetition!!!

Thanks and happy voting! ❤

[bloomeng]

This is my official Batfam Magical Girl AU Masterpost (everyone clapped)

(Updated 4/16/25)

I’m going to do a brief overview and then go into more details for those interested.

Bruce being from old money (and apparently being connected to Camelot) inherited a mysterious mineral with unknown properties. In its raw form it’s very unassuming, but when cut like gemstones and added to accessories it can be harnessed into a tool. By altering the mineral into a wearable item it allows the magic within to be channeled. The magic of the mineral connects with its wielder to create an outfit and (typically) a weapon. These outfits do not grant the wearer special abilities outside of the transformation and the weapon, but when worn the wearer is granted (what is basically) hammerspace and a nearly impenetrable outfit. The uniform granted is not something they can alter the appearance of but will change gradually overtime to reflect how the wielder has grown.

This mineral will henceforth be known as Arcanium. It operates on Kryptonite logic in that it’s— allegedly— super rare but also shows up whenever the plot needs it. (I’m aware it shares a name with a card game, but I wanted my Kryptonite spoof)

Martha Wayne unknowingly started the cycle by turning— what she thought was a rare gemstone— into a brooch. She died shortly after having it made and Alfred held onto it in her memory. Like canon Bruce goes on his journey of self-exploration to train. When he comes back he enacts his plan the way he does in Batman: Year One, where he goes out in basically just make-up, and it goes poorly. He wanders his manor trying to formulate a strategy and is drawn to his parent’s room and finds his mother’s brooch. Cue the first magical girl transformation. From there he alters the brooch to fit his bat aesthetic and the Batman Brooch is born.

Dick comes into his life the same way as canon. Bruce takes him in as a ward, Dick tries to track down Zucco on his own, etc. Bruce decides to use the other raw sample of Arcanium to turn into a second magical artifact. He lets Dick pick the theme, and thus the Robin Pendant is born. The rest is history.

(Before I continue I want to warn that I’m making shit up as I go, so some of this is subject to change as I move forward.)

The Robin Pendant is passed down from Robin to Robin. Each Robin got their own unique look while using it. Following canon, Dick and Bruce have their falling out and Dick gives up the Robin Pendant in a moment of anger. In this au I think Dick, not having the pendant to fall back on, tries to lead a vigilante-free life, but of course falls back into it. During a fight he somehow manages to stumble across Arcanium in its raw form. Recognizing it he takes it with him. Like Nightwing: Year One he has his conversation with Superman and decides to become his own hero. Using his knowledge of Arcanium from his years with Bruce he creates his own magical artifact and becomes Nightwing.

This is a good place to interject that I’m not changing any of their hero names. I was asked about it a couple times due to the caption, “Red Bow & Sailor Nightwing” on my Dick and Jason designs. It was just a silly caption, because I didn’t want to simply state “Jason and Dick Magical Girl au.” But being serious, I don’t really see a reason to change their names, with the exception of maybe Red Hood, seeing as I didn’t give him a red hood. My au operates on Sailor Moon logic where despite the lack of masks no one recognizes them, and it’s just vaguely explained by magic. I think it would be funny if Bruce chose to wear a mask anyway because he’s that paranoid, but we’ll see when I actually design him. Anyway point is Red Hood is lacking a red hood, maybe he secretly has a red hood on his jacket or maybe he really does go by Red Bow, I’ll leave that up to interpretation.

Arcanium does not just accidentally appear. At the end of the day it’s still a mineral and it’s not sentient, but the magic has an element of “the wand chooses the user.” It’s not so much a “chosen one thing,” so much as the magic can sense intention. It doesn’t care about the morality of the user, the magic is more seeking a symbiotic connection. (Meaning yes rogues can in fact wield artifacts.) Simply put, it wants a host that will be able to wield it. In its raw form the magic is dormant but it seeks to be… not dormant, so when it finds those who actually have the potential to create an artifact and use it, it reveals itself. It was not a coincidence that Martha had the inclination to have the brooch made, it was not a coincidence that Bruce was drawn to his parent’s room, and it was not a coincidence that Dick found Arcanium in the alleyway.

Each of the Bats have their origin moments with their own magical artifacts. I don’t have the whole timeline down, but I will say there was a lot of drama between Tim and Damian, because Tim was forced to hand over the pendant. Even though he technically relinquished it, emotionally the connection wasn’t severed. No one was sure if the transition would work, but Arcanium responds to whoever needs it more and therefore who will use it more. Like canon, Tim is having an awful time during that era. On top of all of it he’s had his title stripped from him and he can’t even argue because if it wasn’t the right move the pendant wouldn’t have responded to Damian. Dick tries to comfort him by telling him that Arcanium will appear for him when he’s ready, but Tim is furious and impatient. So like a well-adjusted person he decides he’s going to engineer his own magical artifact artificially. It goes as well as his attempt to clone Kon does. It’s not until Tim starts to get back on his feet that Arcanium presents itself to him. My thinking is that while Arcanium finds its users when they need it most, Tim’s case is abnormal. His acquisition of the pendant was unconventional from the start since he showed up and demanded to take on the Robin role. Arcanium is drawn to individuals who will actually use its properties. Tim tends to rely more on his own detective work, which renders the pendant’s properties pretty moot. Especially when he’s going off the deep end, he becomes a hermit meaning a) he wouldn’t really need/use Arcanium’s properties and b) he inadvertently limited his own chances of stumbling across it “in the wild.”

In a similar vein I believe Barbara’s journey is abnormal in that she forged her own Batgirl artifact that operates a little differently than the others, seeing as she made it without Bruce’s influence. After the accident she shelved it, maybe she passed it down to Cass, but eventually she gets it back. She created the Oracle identity without it, and for a long time the Batgirl artifact is something she avoids using, until she gets the idea to combine it with her computer to create a magic computer… sort of. She gets a uniform that is basically connected to the computer.

Going back to Damian needing the Robin Pendant more, its reaction to his acquisition was unique. As I mentioned previously the suits typically provide a weapon, well Damian is the exception. Unlike all the other Robin’s Damian didn’t need more weapons in his life, what he needed was guidance. For the first time the pendant granted Damian a magical animal guardian, which is how he gets Alfred the Cat in this au. Despite being an animal lover Damian is extremely pissed at this development. He wanted dual swords or a scarier animal at least. He can’t formally communicate with Alfred the Cat but he understands him intrinsically, though Alfred the Cat seems to be able to understand human speech somewhat. Only Damian seems to be able to truly understand Alfred the Cat. (Cue the antics of his siblings trying to figure out what the cat means or trying to control him in any capacity.) Besides being an animal, Alfred the Cat is also unique in that he doesn’t dissipate when Damian isn’t in uniform the way that the weapons do. Like the weapons he can be summoned by the pendant, but he seems to have existed prior to the pendant’s creation. (I’m toying with the idea that while in uniform, the cat would also get some sort of uniform.)

Before I get into Duke and his abnormalities, I want to address the Speedsters in this au. It’ll make sense after.

So the Flash. I want to say I don’t know if I will get around to creating full designs for them. I do have plans for Bart and maybe Wally, but I have determined how I want their mechanics to operate in the context of the au. Not all the heroes in this au are “magical girls,” in fact I’ve made the executive decision that you have to be human to wield an artifact. Arcanium may have magic in it, but it doesn’t grant its user magical abilities beyond the uniform itself. The speedsters retain their canon origins, hit by lighting blah blah blah, only with one key difference: they had Arcanium on them when they were hit. Instead of engineering an artifact Arcanium fused with their bodies granting them powers. I want to keep the magic transformation aspect (because it’s not a magical girl au without it), so instead of using a physical artifact as a channel for their powers, it’s instead the act of transforming that serves as a gateway to their speed abilities.

To me it was always important to maintain Batman’s identity of not having super powers and having to rely on engineering, which is why the Batfam have to physically build their artifacts. In a similar way I wanted to retain the integrity of the Flash’s identity of being meta but also still human. Which brings me back to Duke. I know in canon that Duke inherited his abilities, but for the sake of the au I’ve decide that he either had an accident when he was young in which traces of Arcanium fused with him or his parents had it in them and he inherited it from them, but regardless it’s less potent, but operates similar to the Speedsters. For years he couldn’t fully transform or use his powers and it wasn’t until— with Bruce’s guidance— he was able to create an artifact that allowed him to channel his abilities and transform. Even though he is a meta I wanted him to still have some of those Batfam qualities in there.

But what about the Superfam? They’re not human so how do their transformations work? The answer is simple: They’re not “magical girls.” At least not real ones, they’re faking. They’re not human (Kon and Jon are technically half human but they still get their abilities from their Kryptonian DNA), and thus cannot forge a connection with Arcanium. Truthfully I’m about to get silly— even sillier than this au already is— but I have decided that Clark is a fake artifact wielder. I like the idea that Batman has been operating longer than Superman has, so when Clark decided to become a hero in his own right his only example of how to style himself was from the bat themed vigilante, who might as well be a cryptid, operating out of Gotham. Only blurry pictures of him existed, so Clark designed his outfit based on his Kryptonian origins and Batman’s aesthetics. He had no idea about the existence of Arcanium or how it worked. This is also why Kon’s design looks so much like his canon outfit with a few magical girl elements (and definitely not because I think the lines in his canon suit already lend themselves well to a magical girl aesthetic and didn’t want to change much). Later when he gets to know Batman more he learns about the transformations, to which he panics and invents his own transformation using Kryptonian tech (ex: MAWS’s transformation). For years Bruce goes crazy trying to figure out Arcanium’s effects on aliens and if it grants them abilities on top of the ones they’re born with, and if Clark has plans to use it as a weapon, and how he managed to forge the connection in the first place— Clark comes clean as a fake once they reveal their identities to each other.

Side tangent but I find it hilarious that Green Lanterns are— by technicality— already “magical girls,” considering they’re granted magical accessories that give them powers and transform their clothing. Hal is very clear with the JL that he is nothing like Batman and constantly feels the need to assert that he is not a magical artifact wielder. The non-human members of the team still lump them together anyway.

Things I haven’t figured out:

- what each of the batfam’s weapons are

- what each of the magical artifacts are

- what to refer to magical artifact wielders as

Stepping outside the canon(?) lore of the au for a minute, obviously I’m redesigning DC characters using inspiration from a genre, because that’s what “magical girl” is. It’s a genre. This is why I refer to it in quotes and don’t call them magical boys, because I am always referring to it as a genre, which isn’t a gendered thing. However, in universe they wouldn’t call themselves magical anything, the same way the characters of Sailor Moon don’t refer to themselves as magical girls, but rather Sailor Scouts. As of right now I’m sort of just referring to them as artifact wielders, but I feel like Bruce would come up with a better name. On a similar note, throughout this whole thing I’ve been referring to Arcanium in it’s wearable state as an artifact. I don’t know if that’s the best term, but I can’t think of anything better for the generalized form of Arcanium outside of it’s raw state. For now I guess it will be “artifacts” and “artifact wielders.”

- how the wonderfam fits into this

I really can’t think of a reason why Wonder Woman would be a “magical girl” in this au. She was born with abilities, she’s not human, and I can’t see her altering her uniform to match the aesthetic. A transformation would just be a waste of time for her. I could to see maybe Cassie or Donna wanting to match with their respective teams, and perhaps maybe that’s why they would alter their uniforms? All I know is I want see Tim, Kon, Bart and Cassie as a matching “magical girl set.”

Fin… for now.

[I’m just going to put this here preemptively, because I’ve gotten messages about turning my au into fics or tiktok skits. You’re free to use this lore HOWEVER you MUST credit me not just for the designs but for the creation of the lore. I’ve put a lot of time and thought into this and I love that people love it, so I just ask for recognition. If you want to make something that’s inspired by my designs or loosely based on my au, just a simple credit for the inspiration is fine. You’re free to change things this is just how my own au operates. Regardless I would prefer to be tagged so that people can find me but also because I’d love to see other’s work.]

Current designs:

[1mlei]

Dead on Main Soulmate AU [Part 1]

Everyone has a soulmate. They can be either romantic or platonic, and the intensity of the bond varies, but everyone has a soulmate.

According to every person that has met their soulmate, the feeling of finally finding your special someone is unmistakable.

But to help you along, everyone is also born with a tiny red heart tattooed on the inside of their wrist. The heart beats if you're close to your soulmate, and when you meet them the tattoo turns golden.

It is also known, that when your soulmate dies the heart fades to black, and won't ever beat again.

Now insert Danny and Jason into this scenario.

This turned sadder than I intended it to be :')

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Danny has a heart on his wrist like everyone else, and he has all but confirmed that his soulmate doesn't live in Amity, which he's secretly very happy about.

The thing is, Danny dies when he's 14 years old. Sure he comes back to life afterwards, but the damage is done. He'd looked into it to make sure, there are cases of someone very briefly passing away before being resuscitated. In each of these cases, their soulmate's tattoo would fade to black, regardless if they had met or not.

Danny knows that his soulmate believes him to be dead, and there's nothing he can do about it. He doesn't know what will happen when they meet, will the heart shift or stay black? Any reports he could find online about the subject didn't delve into what happens beyond the heart fading.

As for Danny's own tattoo, it remains mostly unaffected by his death. There is a fascinating side-effect of the heart changing from red to green when he goes ghost, most probably because he stops relying on his heart, switching to his core, which runs on ectoplasm.

But that aside, Danny doesn't notice a difference. His heart is still it's regular old red colour whenever he's human.

There's nothing he can do about any of it until he actually meets his soulmate, so until then it's a waiting game.

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Jason was 13 years old when his soulmate died.

It had been a regular afternoon, he was hidden away in the manor's library with a big stack of books he was planning to plough through.

It happened as he was simply turning a page. The red heart on his wrist caught his eye, and he froze in terror.

It just turned to black.

It didn't fade like what people have described, oddly enough. Instead, it flickered back and forth between red and black, as if unsure where to settle, before it stopped and stayed firmly black.

Jason just sat there, refusing to take his eyes off his tattoo.

That was where Alfred found him hours later, after the sun had set and the natural light in the library consisted solely of the dim glow from the moon.

The butler had originally sought out the boy to inquire about his absence at dinner, but could tell at a glance that something was very wrong. He approached carefully.

"Master Jason? Is everything quite alright?"

Jason numbly turned his head up to look at Alfred. He looked at the man that was always there when he needed him, even when Jason was damn sure he didn't deserve it.

He looked into the kind eyes of the man that had become like a grandfather to him, and he finally stopped holding back.

He wept silently, allowing his eyes to let out the tears he had been holding back. The tears flowed down his face, and had anyone other than his grandfather Alfred been watching he would have been embarrassed by the pitiful sniffling sound he let out as he wiped at his tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hand.

He wordlessly held out his wrist, showing the now firmly pitch-black heart stamped there.

The moment Alfred laid eyes on the tattoo his heart clenched, the older man feeling a pain that was beyond words with the realization of what his grandson was going through this early in his life. He quickly reached out and held Jason in a tight embrace.

For the first time in many, many decades he felt incapable of fulfilling his job.

After all, how do you comfort a child that has just had their one special person, their other half, cruelly ripped away from them before they even got to lay eyes on each other?

"I'm so sorry my boy."

As much as he loathed it, the words were all Alfred had to offer.

He wanted to curse the world, for doing this to the poor boy. Yet all he found himself able to do was silently pray for a miracle, that this wouldn't be the boy's fate.

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[angelpuns]

"Lil Hater" Part 1 | Part 2

>:3 I said I was making a comic so I DID. Do I have other projects to do. Holy shit so many. But unfortunately my brain wants THIS rn soooo :)

I plan on finishing it out, it's gonna be like a ' first day with the lil hater' kinda thing :)

ALSO- if you're confused asf about anything, p much everything is under the #unnamedleosagiau or #lilhaterau , but questions are also appreciated and I will answer anything that's confusing/unclear :)

I haven't made a masterpost cause idk how dedicated I'll be to the au as a whole and I tend to get ahead of myself sooo ;-; yeah no masterpost (yet?)

[project-carnival]

Project: Carnival AU Masterpost

Welcome Player_1

This story is a thriller, sci-fi AU of the indie animated series The Amazing Digital Circus created by Gooseworx.

It follows Agatha, a game developer at C&A, as she encounters an unusual phenomenon upon entering a bright red exit door: a ruined carnival run entirely by an AI ringmaster. This discovery takes over her and her co-workers' lives as they search for a way to destroy it for good. Through a harrowing journey, filled with dangerous entities, an unlikely friend turned foe, and growing bonds; will the crew end the disastrous AI, or will they succumb to the enticement of the carnival?

[Disclaimer] This comic/series will contain heavier topics that might not be suitable for all audiences (12+) including:

Fantasy violence, mild language, implications or references to emotional abuse, references to alcohol and/or alcoholic abuse [more possibly TBD]

Character Cards

Official Works/Comics

Prologue

Chapter 1 (Coming soon)

FAQ

"Is this an ask blog?"

Not exactly. This comic has a main storyline, however asks will be opened periodically to interract with characters. These asks may change minor details of the story, but they will not change the overall narrative.

"Are there any canon ships?"

Yes! This AU is very Ragapom (Ragatha x Pomni) focused in terms of ships. There might be some side relationships however that is not determined yet. So if this ship is not your type, then this AU might not be for you.

"Can I make fanart/fics/OCs of this AU?"

Of course! I would love to see it! Tag me in these works so I can see them too!

"Is NSFW allowed?"

No. Please do not make content of this AU of that nature. It's personally disturbing for me so please refrain from doing so. Also, please refrain from asking any of these types of questions, you will be blocked for doing so.

"Will X character be in this AU?"

I'm not positive if I will add any of the NPCs from the original show into this AU, so it's not completely off the table but I'm not making plans to do so right now.

"Are requests allowed?"

Aside from asks, I am not currently taking requests. This might change on my main blog, which can be found here (sorry it's very empty at the moment)

"Can I use your art as a pfp or other icon?"

Yes, however please ask before doing so and make sure to credit my artwork.

"Can I repost your artwork?"

Yes this is entirely okay with me! Please credit my blog though if it is shared across websites.

"What programs/hardware do you use?"

Drawing tablet: Huion Kamvas 16 (2021 version)

Drawing program: Autodesk Sketchbook

Animation program: Krita

Editing program: Hitfilm

[For any other questions please DO NOT DM me, send them in the asks or in the asks on my main blog]

Welcome to the Carnival!

[sad-leon]

Part 23: The End

And here it is! The end! Leo also gets a night to just.. relax, be him.

I'll leave the sentiment ramble under the cut:

Seeing this comic end saddens me as much as it excites me. I have so much more planned for this account, this fandom (I have a seperated Au in the works), so this is not goodbye.

But this comic brought me to a community that has made my life better. The rottmnt community I've found here is one I wouldn't trade for the world. I love the friends I've made and this space I found where I can enjoy creating again. I made this comic for me, and even here at the end, I still enjoyed making it.

And this isn't quite the end of Two Shades of Blue either! I can't provide a date, but I do want to make an epilogue where Leon goes to see the other turtles again.

Thank you to everyone that has read this and supported me, whether you were here from the beginning or started reading just yesterday, Thank You.

Masterpost

[keikakudom]

I decided to make a HH AU cause...y'know....anyway.... now introducing

Reset Resort! A Hotelier Vox AU

- you already know, it's a hotel Vox AU.....but not quite what you're thinking. Kind of a swap between Alastor and Vox, it focuses on the butterfly effects of this single change, rather than a full reversal.

- Most things are kinda(?) the same. Except the hotel is not as run-down and quite more successful. As if S1’s hotel started with S2's reputation and building. It's also more modern/sleek and closer to your typical strip hotel.  Much more busy with additional residents coming in and out. Think Vegas-style. It has way too many amenities than necessary, and it's actually an enjoyable place to hang out , but the message for "redemption" might be a bit....lost.

- It’s supposed to be a place where Sinners can (lightly) indulge in their vices without risk of falling into a soul-binding deal on their road to recovery.

- In this AU, movement between Sinners/Winners has been proven. NOT redemption yet. With this “concrete” evidence, Vox considers it "purely a business investment" to sponsor the hotel.

- Because of this "proof", Heaven has granted Hell/Charlie a grace period of an extra year with no exterminations, so long as they continue to monitor the process and Hell provides further progress and evidence of redemption.

Vox is there for the start up of the hotel with Charlie. He sponsors her project with his reach and expertise. His personality is much more subdued, his TV persona taking center stage, except for rare occasions. His temper is not as bad as in-canon. AKA, he’s much more fake and corny in this AU.

Charlie is slightly more mature and realistic in this AU. She studies redemption seriously and notes behavioral patterns/is much more patient and careful with the process. With Vox being extremely efficient and taking over the managerial/facility side of the resort, she is able to dedicate her time fully towards the redemption of sinners and being a therapist. She is still overzealous sometimes because she knows that if nobody else will show enthusiasm/push sinners to do better, then nobody will.

- Vox tried to manipulate Charlie very early on when they first met, and Charlie ended up realizing his kindness was just for his own benefit and has been wary of that fact ever since.

- Their relationship is like: she knows he’s reliable and will do everything she asks, but is doubtful/sad that he’s ingenuine. Vox thinks Charlie looks at him with pity and absolutely HATES it, but he still plays carefully so he can do a repeat and build up her trust again. Doesn't like Vaggie for a similar reason. They just think he's another misguided sinner in need. Neither have fully grasped the idea that most Sinners chose to do-evil(which he certainly has). 

- Vox holds a contract with Lucifer. What for? Well... let's say that they're on good terms and are friends. They meet with each other once a week (where Lucifer gets social interaction and updates on Charlie). 

I already have sketches for Alastor and Vaggie planned out in this AU~

It's less of a full "reversal" and more so one swap and the butterfly effect that follows. This AU has been my brainchild for a few weeks, so PLEASEEE I'd love to answer any questions or asks....

My AU tag is #au: reset resort

All information can be found under there! Until I make a masterpost or something.

Old design under the cut:

[help-itrappedmyself]

Dead On Main AU Part 4

Masterpost

Jason listens carefully to Jazz’s half of the conversation, but Jazz seems to be mostly listening. Jazz says he’s taking him to Nasty for dinner, which Jason can’t say he’s excited about. He doesn’t know if Nasty is supposed to be describing the food or the place. Either way it is not comforting that whatever Nasty is, it is somehow a better source of food than his soulmate’s house. 

Eventually Jazz hands the phone back to him. 

“Everything good?” Jason asks.

“Yeah, your dad, Dick, and Tim are going to be driving me over, but It’s a long drive so Jazz will get you dinner and then you can do whatever. I have a gaming system, and you’re welcome to use my bed. If you need help finding clothes, or really with anything, then Jazz will help you.”

“Got it.” Long drive with B, Dick, and Tim. They’re all going to interrogate him immediately. While he’s trapped in a box with them for hours. “Hey, my family is really nosy and they will pry and they have no emotional cues so they will not know when to stop. Just… Tell them if they’re bothering you, and you don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” Jason doesn’t know who will be worse in this scenario. Bruce is going to interrogate him for literally everything, Dick is probably going to be all relationships and feelings, Tim is a nice in-between which just means he’ll probably support any and all interrogating. 

“Same goes for you. Jazz is studying to be a psychologist, and my entire family forgets that we’re not all test subjects for whatever they’re working on. Mom and Dad with their gadgets, and Jazz with her… studying and analyzing you. There are no boundaries.” 

“Oh, I’m familiar with that concept.” Jason chuckled.

“Well, given the circumstances I’d say if we can survive each other’s families that’s probably a pretty good sign.”

Kid is probably right. Fate and everything. 

Jazz goes out to clear a path to the door, making sure there are no weapons to run into. When she gets back she leads Jason out, but when they get to the ground floor Jason is grabbed. 

“Happy Birthday Dann-o!” The person holding him is tall. Very tall compared to Danny, and taller than Jason in his regular body. He has black hair and it looks like he's wearing a jumpsuit. After squeezing to the point where Jason couldn't breath for a second Jazz gets the man to put him down. 

“Dad, this isn't Danny right now.” 

“What do you mean princess, of course it is!” 

A woman comes around the corner to stand next to the man, she is also in a jumpsuit but she has Jazz’s red hair.

“Guys, it's his sixteenth birthday.” So Danny's parents remember his birthday but not how old he is? Could be that they’ve forgotten the significance of a person’s sixteenth birthday, but given it should be an important day in a child’s life, they should have remembered.

“We know it's his birthday dear.” The woman comes over to give Jason a hug as well, but this one is less painful. And she's tall too, Jason is not used to feeling this short anymore.

“Mom, Dad, this is Jason. Danny’s soulmate.” The both of them just blink for a second. Jason, this is Drs. Jack and Maddie Fenton, Danny’s parents.”

“Nice to meet you both.” Jason gets out.

“Well, this is wonderful!” Dr. Fenton-Maddie says. “Figures Danny would be the younger one. Are you going to be here for dinner?”

Jason glances over at Jazz.

“No, you told us that you would be busy, so we already made plans.” Jazz sidesteps the invitation. Jason couldn’t tell if that was true or a lie to get him out of the situation. Would they tell their son that they were too busy to have dinner with him on his birthday? He wants to think the answer is no. “Shame Danny will be missing out, but we’ll save his presents for him.”

“Alright, well you kids have fun then!” Maddie and Jack left as quickly as they came, rambling about something that Jason could not understand.

“They didn’t want to know where Danny is? Who he’s with? Where we’re going? Anything?” Jason turned to Jazz who had a pinched look on her face.

“Neither of us get up to much trouble, they’ve trusted us for a while now.” 

“Trust him to be magically transported who-knows-where?” Jason is almost stupefied by the utter lack of regard for Danny’s well-being. He is insulted on his soulmate’s behalf. “He could be in another country for all they know! They didn’t even ask!”

Jazz nods. “Best not to think about it. Everything is turning out alright anyways. Now come on, let’s get dinner.”

Jason is seething, but doesn’t think it will do much good to argue with her here so he decides to calm down. He startles a little when he realizes how easy it is to calm down in this body. Just decide to, and then move on. None of the lingering churning in his gut or fog in his mind. 

He frowns as he follows Jazz out the door, hoping that Danny’s not having too hard a time in his body.

[lemonisntreal]

TONE DEAF :: Rosita and Norman <3

The first in a [hopefully] series of redesign + headcanon posts where I give you my take on a character for my AU

I'm grouping the two together because a] a lot of fluff headcanons I have, they share [because they're literally husband and wife]. And b] if I made an individual post for every single character, I... would go insane. So yeah. A bunch of characters are gonna get clumped together.

[FULL MASTERPOST HERE [yet to be made <3]]

HEADCANONS // BACKSTORY ⬇️

Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic [also autistic]

Both of them are the same age, mid to late thirties.

In terms of general intelligence: Rosita has gifted IQ, while Norman is at genius level.

I know. I know Norman seems kinda dim in the movies. But guys [LMAO]. "I know it looks like there's nothing happening behind those eyes, but...... he can make entire computers!"

He's so smart yet so stupid. He's that kind of character. Like he can do all of this super impressive shit, and is super talented and can do math like BOOM done, but he's also kinda a "deer-in-the-headlights" when it comes to life [I LOVE HIM 👹]

Both of them worked hard and have their college degrees almost completely paid off at this point because of the scholarships they earned.

Rosita has a degree in engineering, Norman's a computer scientist.

They're both in STEM, it's just that Rosita likes to handle more of the mechanical aspects of things while Norman's better with the technical stuff, which I think is cute af.

Yin and Yang <3

This dynamic is just how they are too. How they act. Like for example, Rosita can be very to-the-point-

She's very much a problem solver and will get right to it once she understands what she's doing. Like yeah, she often takes a very methodical approach to it [see the scene where she's got all the papers laid out to try and learn to dance- very new territory for her], but once she learns, she gos all in. And EATS.

Norman's gotta have a plan before doing anything, meanwhile. He has a morning routine that can't be interrupted or else his whole day and mood will be thrown off. He reads through a recipe twice before even starting. That kind of stuff.

He's a lot more hesitant to even try.

A lot of people find Norman boring. But Rosita is enraptured by every word he says, she LOVES his long spiels about hyper-specific [and often mundane] things.

AAAA--

Norman is also a closeted DORK. He ran a tabletop games club in highschool with a couple other of his geeky ass friends [he's still into D&D to this day and has introduced Rosita to the game too]

[she's fun to play with, but super competitive. This goes for ANY game, actually, not just D&D. She'll kinda accidentally turn everything into a "contest" due to her inability to not do her very best] [it's mostly inspirational, not annoying, if that makes sense?]

I also wanna say Norman was in a weird amount of drama that he didn't want to be in at this time. Like all of his friends had falling-outs, and he was just always caught in the middle of it.

He's afraid of confrontation [UNLESS IT'S FOR HIS WIFE] [HE STANDS UP FOR HER RAHHHH] [this is gonna happen when I get to rewriting Sing 2, he's NOT just gonna take Crystal calling his WIFE "mommy pig"]

They're sooo "excuse me, he asked for no pickles"

Norman and Rosita technically met in high school, in Junior year when Norman first moved to Calatonia.

WHICH, he and his family did this because this was a point in time where laws having to do with the rights of animals were VERY flimsy, and Calatonia was one of the first and only safe places at the time-- for Pigs especially, actually.

The 3 Little Pigs is deadass CANON TO SING. So Pigs were/are actually a marginalized species in this universe.

[[during the warring period that I have yet to really talk about, they were often victims of the anarchy and poaching, so stigmas and insults around them still exist to this day]]

[[[[see Jimmy Crystal]]]]

So anyway, they "met" in high school- Norman totally crushed on Rosita from afar whenever he'd catch her in volleyball matches-

Rosita had a major tomboy phase throughout high school, slowly falling out of it during college [still only saves dresses and skirts for special occasions really]

[[Fun fact, Rosita is also sapiosexual [attracted to intelligence] [Roxanne Ritchi ahh] ]]

[[Norman is bi]]

They actually got introduced to eachother and had a proper arc when they went to the same college [which might've been a college in Redshore actually? But I'm not 100% sure on that headcanon. It would line up since Rosita's "wanted to perform in Redshore since she was a little kid" and Redshore is obviously a massive city with a lot of notoriety. Idk though- and it's not really that important to the story anyways]

Norman and Rosita had plans together- they were gonna make it big and live freely. Things were looking up with the lawmakers, who were finally repealing a bunch of nasty stuff that was put in place during the war times. And the two had hope that their dreams could actually be accomplished.

Rosita, who was originally gonna play it safe and become an engineer, was now thinking about attempting to become a performer [which Norman has supported since the beginning, he LOVES her singing, and often tells her that she's "better than some of the people I've heard on TV!"]

But. Life got in the way...

Present day, Norman works in Redshore at Crystal Enterprises. He's the head of some sort of organizational team- not really working on what he loves at this point.

And this is because of their children, who were a very sudden appearance in their lives [which is why we see so much struggle in the chaos at the beginning of the movie in this AU]

Rosita stopped everything, and Norman grabbed the first high-ish paying job he could, spending all his spare time on clocking in overtime hours.

The kids are all adopted, and there's only 6 now: Oldest Caspar [13], twin boys Mickey and Moe [11], middle child Kelly [9], little bro Freddy[8], and Zoey the sweet baby sister [6].

They became foster parents after the death of Rosita's sister [this hc is kinda subject to change, but this is the story rn. I'll specify on this later ☝️]

So Rosita's kinda put her life on hold for these babies. She's such a great mom to them, and they love her and Norman so much

But some of the older kids [Caspar specifically] are kinda in a rough phase since they feel like she resents them [which she doesn't], or that she isn't their "real mom" [which she IS]

This is like an E plot in the story, but definitely's gonna get at least a little bit of focus.

Rosita and Norman's marriage is falling apart just a little bit due to burnout, but it'll get better <3 [I can't do anything tragic to these two they're too sweet]

Norman snuggles up to Rosita in his sleep. Rosita starfishes LMAO

They wake up entangled. This is normal.

"Pig piles" are also a thing- there have been several nights where all six children "had nightmares" and so the family of 8 all slept in the same bed.

Norman has the best bond with the two girls out of all the children. They immediately latched onto him to be their level-headed dad.

Rosita can carry two kids at once easily, and often "relocates" them like this :>

She's probably the strongest out of everyone in the troupe if you don't count the potential Meena has. She solos.

She's constantly taking notes on everyone and everything around her. At the theater, you'll catch her tidying stuff up she spots out of the corner of her vision while you're having a conversation with her [she's still listening]. She knows everyones favorite foods, and allergies, and their preferences in things, etc. She's the most attentive and considerate out of all of them [the mom]

She may have a touch of OCD.

She gives the best hugs.

Rosita is also a FANTASTIC cook [not even a headcanon, I'm pretty sure the entire fandom agrees on this one] and often bakes stuff for her sweet-toothed children [and husband]

This is actually how she initially connected with Caspar, who refused to eat or speak at first when they were all placed with Rosita.

Cinnamon rolls.

Kelly will only eat the frosting off the top, and has ruined an entire pan before by doing this.

Rosita actually isn't the biggest fan of chocolate, small detail.

Idk why she just strikes me as not being an enjoyer.

Loves vanilla though. People are furious when she answers "vanilla" with zero hesitation to the chocolate vs vanilla question.

Norman is kinda a hopeless romantic, or at least really enjoys the aesthetic of it [in a sweet and not shallow way ofc], and goes all out every Valentine's Day: balloons, flowers, the works. He's learned that Rosita prefers strawberries over a box of chocolates, however. Has a tradition of getting a fruit basket for her <3

They also have a tradition from all the way back in college, where they go out to eat at specifically the in-universe equivalent of Olive Garden [which was the fanciest thing they could afford at the time] and eat a shared giant plate of spaghetti.

Norman loves coffee. Insists he likes it black but actually prefers a good 50:50 ratio of creamer and coffee.

Norman is also ☝️ lactose intolerant LMAO

[[or would be, if traditional milk was widely accessible/a thing. I say "lactose intolerant" but what I really mean is he's allergic to most milk substitutes- like nuts and soy [gives him tummy ache, not anaphylaxis] ]]

God, parenthesis are carrying me so hard rn.

Stopping here because I'm tired, but I could go ON about these two omg-

Normita forever rahhhh <3

[oddinary4bts]

Be With You | ch 6

☆summary: who knew that the hot guy you've been paired with for a class project is also a kind soul? Certainly not you, and you feel yourself falling even though you know you shouldn't. Will it be your demise, or will it all work out in the end?

☆pairing: Choi San x female!reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: slow burn strangers to lovers, college!au, smut, angst and fluff

☆warnings: an ikea trip, way too much domesticity, sydney and yunho <3, our favourite dimples, cursing, they watch Deadpool and Wolverine, mentions of alcohol, mentions of Jungkook, explicit content: hickey, ass slapping, fingering, clit play, oral sex (female and male receiving), edging, grinding, jerking off, big dick!San, protected sex, nipple play, praising, a hint of degradation

☆word count: 14.1k

☆series masterpost

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☆a/n: hope you guys like this chapter!!! the simps be simping if you know what i mean ;) and thank you to @moonleeai for your amazing work as my beta reader, I love you and am forever thankful for you <3

☆☆☆☆☆

Cold snowflakes Withered down Until you bloom As a spring flower I'll be with you

Be With You, Ateez (english translation)

☆☆☆☆☆

Saturday, October 12th

You don’t know how San convinced you to go with him to Ikea.

But then again, you doubt you’d ever be able to refuse those sparkly eyes of his, especially when they’re paired with his slight pout. Indeed, the second he’d regarded you like a lost puppy when you’d initially denied the invitation, you folded and accepted to accompany him, if only so that he stopped looking so sad.

That, and the fact that you were supposed to work on your project and that he was refusing to let it go as long as you didn’t say you’d go with him.

Obviously you still managed to get some work done - you really are a great team with Choi San - even though you have to admit that his lips and his dimples have grown even more distracting now that you’ve started getting accustomed to their taste. Luckily for you, San had insisted on meeting at the library, and he sat on the other side of the table the whole time, so close yet too far to touch. 

He walked you home after and kissed you outside, but this time you weren’t able to convince him to come sleep over, since he was supposed to meet up with Jongho at the gym after your study session.

You push the thoughts away as you stretch in bed, the early hour mocking you. You rarely get up early on the weekend, but San insisted to go first thing in the morning so that you could build the furniture in the afternoon, and then he mentioned that he had an activity planned for the two of you, as a thank you for helping him.

He’s convincing. It’s annoying, but Choi San is highly convincing when he wants something. You can’t even blame him - you do want to spend time with him anyway, no matter how vulnerable being with him makes you feel.

You’re surprised you haven’t gotten scared yet. Every day you expect to wake up with fear in your heart regarding your… situationship with San, yet so far you’ve only been filled with excitement when it comes to him, the sweet taste of the honeymoon phase far too strong for the fear to take hold in you.

It’s also been three years since you got broken beyond repair by Jungkook. Maybe it’s a sign that you’ve healed, that your mind and body are finally ready to move on despite the heartbreak that Jungkook caused you.

Or maybe it’s like your mother once said - when you meet your person, you’ll know. And even though it’s only been a few weeks, you think you know.

You just hope you won’t be proven wrong.

You glance at your phone, turning off the blaring alarm. It’s 8 AM, and San is coming to pick you up in thirty minutes, so you quickly get up to get ready. You prepared your outfit yesterday night, so you throw your clothes on quickly, and then put a bit of makeup on to hide your tiredness. You stop by the kitchen next to eat a quick breakfast - hard-boiled eggs in soy sauce - and then you brush your teeth.

You’re ready just in time for San to text you that he’s downstairs, and you’re putting your jacket on by the front door when Sydney walks out of Yunho’s room, yawning.

You look at her, cocking an eyebrow, and then she glances down at herself. 

“Whoops,” she lets out.

“You could have at least put some pants on,” you tease her.

She’s indeed only wearing one of Yunho’s shirts, but luckily for you, it reaches to her mid-thighs, so she’s not putting on too much of a show.

“Shut up, I’m just going to the bathroom,” she grumbles with a light blush on her cheeks, and you just laugh at her

“Lucky you,” you let out. “I’m heading out now.”

“We might see each other tonight,” she says as you bend down to put your shoes on.

You look up, meeting her gaze. “Huh?”

“San told Yunho that we could come with you guys at the arcade,” she explains. “He didn’t tell you?”

You frown, and then realization hits you. “Oh, that’s what he’s planning.”

“Did I just spoil a surprise?” Sydney says with a wince.

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassure her. “I don’t think he’ll mind since he invited you guys.”

You’re not sure she’s reassured, but she looks far too tired to apologize further. So you finish putting your shoes on, grabbing your purse and then waving goodbye to her as she just stays there, leaning against Yunho’s door.

You’ll give her shit for the hickey on her neck later today.

*****

San is waiting right in front of your building, his hazard lights on as he couldn’t quite park on the side of the road. He waves at you with a bright smile on as he sees you walking out, and your lips curve upwards as you wave back, jogging to his car.

“Good morning!” you greet him as you get into the car, settling down in the passenger seat. 

You pull on the seatbelt, though San stops you with a hand on your jaw, turning your face towards him. You’re startled for half a second before he’s pecking your lips, but then you quickly melt, giving into the kiss.

It’s sweet, yet shorter than you’d wish it to be. It still leaves you with your cheeks burning and heart beating wildly, especially as San pulls away, pecking your forehead before he sits back into his seat.

“Good morning,” he greets you back. 

“What was that for?” you ask as you put your seatbelt.

He winks at you, dimples on display. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Right, right.”

He just grins, full of sweet innocence that makes you want to kiss him again, and this time kiss him good, but he turns off his hazards, driving away a second later.

“Hope you’re ready,” he tells you.

“How far is it again?” you ask, grabbing your phone out of your purse as if it’ll bring the answer.

“It’s a forty-five minute drive,” San replies. “We can stop at a café if you want something to eat on the way.”

“I should be okay, I ate breakfast before you picked me up.”

He nods, and you assume he’s also eaten because he doesn’t mention a café again, instead asking you how your evening was yesterday.

You spent it at home with Sydney, talking about everything and nothing as you watched some music videos on YouTube, which quickly led to an impromptu karaoke session interrupted by Yunho coming home from the bar.

Indeed, the boys all decided to hang out last night, and though both San and Yunho claimed they tried to get you invited, the others were firm on the evening being boys only. Not that you mind - you hadn’t hung out with just Sydney in a while, so it was great to spend time with your best friend.

You even baked some sugar cookies that you ate far too quickly, and that kept you up for the first part of the night once you’d headed to bed.

“Why is there traffic?” San complains ten minutes later, when his car comes to a halt behind another car on the highway.

You glance at him, the pout on his lips endearing. “It’s fine,” you reassure him, patting his thigh. “At least we’re together.”

You’re about to pull your hand away when he drops his on top of yours, interlacing your fingers. “You know what, you’re right.” He brings your hands up, pecking the back of yours. “Thanks again for coming with me.”

You gulp, the affectionate gesture taking you by surprise, and you find yourself unable to reply for a few seconds, your mind swirling with your budding feelings for Choi San.

“Of course,” you eventually reply. “I couldn’t abandon you.”

“You’re my knight in shining armour,” San teases.

You chuckle, and then a new song comes on the radio, one that you and Sydney sang far too loud yesterday. You immediately turn the volume on, bright smile on your lips as you glance at San.

“I love this song!” 

He just smiles back, and then you’re singing. He joins in, and his voice is clear, stable, far more beautiful than yours could ever be.

San sings like you imagine crystal sounds like. 

“Damn,” you tell him when the song ends. “When were you going to tell me that you’re a good singer?”

He throws you a quick look before focusing on the road in front of him again. “I don’t sing well.”

“Bullshit.”

He chuckles, though it’s shy, his cheeks tinting with pink. “I really don’t.”

“Shut up,” you insist, pulling your hand away from his so that you can fold your arms on your chest. You frown slightly, lips jutting out in a small pout. “Just take the compliment.”

That makes him laugh, and you can’t help but smile at the sound, especially as he meets your gaze with those sparkling eyes of his, even as the dimples on his cheeks steal your attention. 

“Well thank you, then,” he says. “I appreciate it.”

He looks awkward saying so, and you can’t blame him - you too are shit with compliments. So you make a mental note to shower him with compliments, if only so that you can help boost his self-esteem.

Not that you think Choi San is insecure. On the contrary, his cockiness and easy flirting tell you that he’s more on the confident side, but you still want to make him happy.

Gosh. You’d laugh at yourself if you heard your thoughts for him a year ago.

It ends up taking a little over an hour for you to arrive to Ikea, but San manages to get parking near the doors, which is a relief considering that it started raining five minutes ago. You quickly jog to the building together, and then you’re engulfed with warmth as you step in, San grabbing a cart by the door.

“In case we get some decorations,” he offers as an explanation.

You nod your head, and then you follow him in as you walk into the Ikea proper. 

It’s overwhelming - the store is huge, and you get lost in the maze that it’s made of, though the presence of San at your side is comforting. You end up messing around in the couch section, trying every couch as if your life depends on it. It leads to a lot of laughs - and a couple side eyes from the other customers - but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You think you gain a couple more months of life whenever you hear San laughing after all.

“I don’t think that one would work with Byeol,” you say as you motion to a dark green couch that looks like it’s straight out of a Victorian house. “But goddamn, I love it.”

San smirks. “It’s giving rich.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “This is Ikea, how rich can it be?” But then you gaze at the price tag, your eyes widening. “Never mind.”

“One day,” San says solemnly as he too takes a look at the price tag, wincing at the expensive price. “One day we’ll have a fancy house with all the fancy furniture that you want.”

His words have your heart racing in your chest. Knowing he’s imagining a future with you…

You can’t help the grin on your lips as you follow him towards what appears to be different models of bedrooms.

“You’re adorable,” San says with a soft voice, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to press a quick kiss on the top of your head.

“So are you,” you fire back. “Already imagining us living together.”

“Why not?” he says, stopping in his tracks to let a woman and her kid pass in front of the cart. “That’s most of the fun of being at Ikea.”

“And here I thought it was because of me.”

San laughs as he starts pushing his cart forward again, and you follow him quickly. “It is because of you. How can I help myself when I have a beautiful girl with me?”

You flush red. “Ew, you’re so cheesy.”

He grins, winking at you. “And you love it.”

You don’t have it in you to deny it, so you just roll your eyes as you make your way to the bedroom section.

San already knows what night table he wants - he just wants a second one like the one he already has - and so he quickly finds it, noting down the name of it before you continue your journey in the store. He ends up choosing a small desk for the walk-in closet as well, and then you’re walking through the kid section, your eyes catching on a plushie.

“Oh my God!” you let out, grabbing the small, pink pig. “It’s adorable.”

San just smiles at you as you put it in the cart. “Are you really buying this?”

“No, you’re buying it for me,” you shoot back with a wink.

He burst out laughing, grabbing the plush toy and putting it back where you took it. You make to fold your arms on your chest in protest, but he pulls on your arm, making you fall in his embrace.

“I’ll get you something better tonight,” he says as a promise, pecking the top of your head.

You’re frozen. Before him, you would have been horrified at the public display of affection, but with him it just feels right. Feels like you should always be falling into his arms, if only so that he can peck the top of your head after.

You wrap your arms around his waist, tilting your head back to look at him. “Yeah.”

He nods, delivering a sweet kiss to your forehead next. “Yes, I promise.”

“And let me ask,” you say, a smirk slowly growing on your lips. “Where are you going to get me something better?”

“You’ll see,” he replies enigmatically, taking a step back.

So he’s unaware that Yunho told Sydney, and that Sydney told you. Not wanting to disappoint him and ruin the surprise, you pretend like you don’t know, instead grumbling, “It better not be some furniture making.”

“What about baby making?”

You stumble on your feet, your cheeks flushing red as you punch him in the arm. He only laughs, a wide grin on his lips as he looks at you.

“Jesus fuck, San, we’re in public,” you grit through your teeth.

He shrugs, looking around the two of you. “Does it look like somebody heard?”

It really doesn’t, yet the embarrassment clings to you as he starts walking away, pushing the cart towards the decoration section. Your cheeks are still tinted with pink by the time he stops to grab a decorative pillow, showing it to you.

“Do you think this would look good on the couch?” he asks.

You take a deep breath, pursing your lips. “I think so? Would Byeol be okay with it?”

“She’ll probably sleep on it,” San says, and he immediately drops the pillow in the cart, adding another one a second later. “Sold.”

You laugh, your embarrassment finally dwindling away, and then you continue to walk through the store, stopping when San sees a fake plant that he claims would look good in his bedroom, on the new night table he’s getting.

As he says so, your eyes are attracted to three little black sculptures of a bear, a squirrel and a bunny, and you point towards them, smiling excitedly.

“This!” you just say.

San looks towards you, his brow creased in confusion. “Huh?”

“You have to buy this.”

He eyes the little statues, cocking his head to the side. “Where would I put them?”

“With the plant!”

He chuckles at your enthusiasm. “Byeol will probably make them fall.”

You pout, offering him the best puppy eyes you can muster up. He rolls his eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his lips, and he grabs a box, putting it in the cart.

“Happy?” he asks you.

You nod your head quickly, grinning. “Hell yeah.”

You burst out laughing at the same time, and then you’re heading to the warehouse area. There’s no trolley available for the boxes with the furniture, so you end up playing Tetris in the cart, managing to get everything in there. You have to hold onto one of the boxes though, and you do so as you head to the register so that San can pay.

Luckily for you, by the time that’s done and you step outside, the rain has stopped, and though puddles litter the ground, you make your way to the car without getting wet. San opens the trunk, and then puts the backseat down so that you can fit the boxes in the car. It’s a tight fit, yet you manage to close the trunk, putting the cart away before finally climbing into the car, right in time with the rain starting again.

“This weather sucks,” you drily comment, and San chuckles next to you.

“Perfect weather to be stuck inside all day building some furniture.”

You groan. “You’re really going to make me do this?”

To your surprise, San misses your teasing tone. Indeed, he pouts, quickly saying, “Well, you really don’t have to help. Sorry if I made you feel like you have to.”

“San!” You grab his hand to attract his attention. “I was just teasing you. Of course I’ll help.”

He smiles victoriously, and you only then understand the manipulation that just happened. He flicks your nose as he winks, and then he’s turning the key in the ignition, and his car comes to life.

“I think I might hate you a little,” you grumble.

He laughs heartily. “You really don’t.”

If only he knew how right he is. Because there’s not a single ounce of your body that holds hate for the man sitting next to you. 

The drive back ends taking just as long as the drive to the store, and San insists on stopping at a café to grab something to eat - for strength for the furniture making, he claims. You don’t complain, your stomach grumbling as you’re waiting in line. San teases you for it, and you narrow your eyes at him, trying your best at glaring but failing miserably. 

“You’re adorable,” San says, and he grabs your hand, pulling you into his side. “Thank you for coming to Ikea with me.”

Your heart flutters, and your glare melts into a soft smile as you reply, “Thank you for inviting me.”

He simply nods, pulling you to the counter when the person in front of you finishes ordering. 

“Hello,” the barista says. “What can I get for you?”

San glances at you quizzically, and you get the cue, smiling at the barista. “Huh, I’ll have…” you trail off as you scan the menu behind her. “The ham and brie sandwich, please.”

She nods. “Do you want it grilled?”

“Yes.”

She smiles, glancing towards San once before setting her gaze on you again. “Anything to drink?”

“Just a hot chocolate, please.”

She puts your order in, and then San tells her he’ll have the same thing. He pays, refusing to split the bill, and then he pulls you to the side as you wait for the order to be ready. It doesn’t take too long, and San guides you to a table in the corner so that you can eat.

“Shouldn’t we head to yours?” you ask as you sit.

“Gotta eat these sandwiches while the cheese is melted,” he points out, and he immediately takes a bite of his.

You chuckle, nodding. “Wise move.”

You eat quickly, sharing light conversation here and there while rain lashes at the vitrine of the café. It makes for a gentle ambiance, especially with the soft indie music playing in the background, and you end up lazing around for a little while once you finish eating, sipping on your hot chocolate while San tells you about his latest work-out at the gym, saying that you should go with him.

“One day,” you say. “One day I’ll go with you.”

He pouts. “That sounds like you won’t.”

You wink at him, taking a sip of hot chocolate as you remain silent. He just chuckles, and then the conversation moves to the midterm that you have next week, and the study session you’re supposed to have with him tomorrow.

Though Wooyoung and Sydney are also supposed to come, as you’ll study at the library. 

A little while later, when your hot chocolate mugs are emptied and you can’t make any excuses for staying here any longer, you head back to the car, San driving you both back to his place.

You’re not surprised when he parks his car in an underground parking lot - his building is kind of fancy after all. He manages to lock one of the elevators for your use too, and so you’re able to bring everything up at the same time, sweat beading on your forehead by the time you’re in his apartment, watching Byeol as she sniffs at one of the cushions curiously.

“Shit,” you let out, wiping your brow. “That was a work-out.”

San snorts. “That does not count as a work-out.”

You ignore him, adding, “I didn’t even have to go to the gym with you.

“That’s mean,” San whines with a pout on his lips, and you just tap his chest as you shrug off your coat, draping it on one of the dinner table chairs. 

“Sorry not sorry,” you sing-song, and you’re about to turn around to look at him when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“I’ll make sure you’re sorry later,” he purrs in your ear, and then he pushes your hair off to gain access to your neck. He kisses your skin once, teasing it with his teeth, and then he’s pulling away, slapping your ass. “Let’s get to work.”

Your mind is spinning as you glance at him, heart beating out of your chest. “What the fuck was that?”

He shrugs. “Guess you’ll find out later.”

You swallow, your dry throat almost making you choke.

Guess you will find out later, after all.

***** 

“Holy fucking shit,” San curses. “Are we dumb?”

You’re a laughing mess where you’re lying on the ground. “I told you you were supposed to put that there.”

San groans, plopping on the floor next to you. “Who knew making a desk was so complicated?”

You turn your head to look at him. “I don’t think it’s supposed to be complicated. I just think we’re bad at it.”

He snorts, nodding his head in agreement. Byeol trots towards him, climbing on his lap. He mindlessly pet her, the cat starting to purr almost immediately as she lies down on him.

“At least we finished the night stand.”

You’re currently in the walk-in closet, and you glance through the door towards the night table, and the plant resting on top of it. 

“And my little statues are perfect,” you declare with a tired smile.

“Just the perfect touch to the whole decor,” San agrees.

You nod, and then you shut your eyes, sighing deeply. “Maybe we just need to take a nap.”

“Nu-uh,” San lets out. “We have to finish before we go out tonight.”

“Go out?” You sit up, glancing down at yourself. “I’m definitely not dressed to go out tonight.”

Byeol suddenly slaps San’s hand, trotting away as if she never wanted to be petted to begin with. “I promise your clothes are perfectly okay for the place I’m bringing you.”

You hum, tilting your head to the side. “I’ll have to trust you on that.”

He nods with a smile, and you’re relieved you didn’t tell him that you know about the arcade. He looks so excited about it, and you’d hate to kill that sweet smile on his lips.

“Alright,” he says, slapping his thighs once. “Let’s do this.”

“Let’s go!”

To manage to finish the desk, you end up having to remove some pieces to fit the one San forgot. It doesn’t take too long, and about half an hour later, the desk is done, finally resting against the wall in the place San chose for it. 

“I’ll put the clothes in there some other time,” he says as he glances at the pile of neatly folded clothes under the ones that are hanging on the other wall. “I’m done for today.”

He gets up, offering you his hand to take so that he can pull you up. You gladly accept it, stumbling a little as his strength almost sends you flying into him. He steadies you with his hands on your shoulders, laughing at your expense, and then you’re following him to the living room, where you find Byeol now lying down on one of the cushions.

San sits next to her, spreading his thighs as he leans back against the couch. The sight strikes you dumb for a moment, and you just stand in the doorway to his bedroom, looking at him. He cocks an eyebrow, a smirk growing on his lips.

“Need help with something?”

It brings you out of the trance he’s seemingly put you into, and you walk over to him, sitting next to him. You grab the cushion next to you, holding it to your chest.

“So when are we leaving?” you ask.

He pulls out his phone from his pocket, glancing at it before tossing it on the couch. “We’ve got like two hours and a half to kill.” He wets his lips, turning his head towards you. “Want to watch a movie?” 

You nod in agreement, and San gets up to grab the TV remote under the TV. He comes back a second later, plopping down even closer to you, his thigh pressing against yours. You readjust yourself, leaning your back against the armrest as you put your legs on his lap.

He glances at you as the TV turns on, the Netflix logo appearing. “So I’m a footrest now?”

“Yup.”

He laughs, the dimple on his cheek attracting your eyes like a moth to the flame when he looks at the TV again. “Alright, I see how it is.”

You chuckle, and then you focus on the screen too, as you try to choose a movie. You both don’t find anything to your liking, so San switches to Disney plus, and your eyes widen when you see that the Deadpool and Wolverine movie is now streaming.

San senses your excitement, an endeared laugh falling from his lips, and then he turns it on, putting the remote down next to him before he shifts lying down with his head on your chest. 

You worry at your bottom lip as you try to hide the shy smile that appeared on your mouth, but San doesn’t even look your way, making himself comfortable on your chest while you wrap your arms around his neck.

“If I’m the footrest, then you’ll be the headrest,” he says once he finds a good position. 

You snort, patting his head. “It’s a perfect deal if I do say so myself.”

The movie starts, interrupting further conversation, and you find yourself glued to the action as it immediately lights up the screen, a snowy field reminding you of the Logan movie appearing.

You want to pat yourself on the shoulder when you realize that, as a matter of fact, it really is the field from the ending of the Logan movie.

The movie is fun, Deadpool’s quips and jokes making the both of you laugh. You’re distracted, fully focused on the scenes unfolding in front of your eyes, when San sits up, almost startling you.

“Where are you going?” you ask in a whine.

He laughs, getting up and then pecking your forehead. “Just going to the bathroom. Don’t wait for me.”

You don’t, watching Deadpool and Wolverine fighting against a horde of Deadpools, and San soon comes back, though this time he spreads your legs, making himself at home between them as he rests his head on your belly.

“That has to be uncomfortable,” you tell him as you look down at him to see how his neck is bent at a weird angle.

“Never have been so comfortable in my life,” he says, and he turns his head to the side to press a light kiss on your abdomen. 

Though you’re pretty sure that’s a lie, you don’t argue further, instead losing your hands in his hair as you watch the movie some more.

But San had something in mind. That much you can tell when his hand starts tracing lines on your thigh, going towards your inner thigh before moving back towards a less sensitive area. On and on he goes, hiking his fingers higher every time, but his position doesn’t allow him to reach what you assume is his destination.

“What are you doing?” you tell him when your thigh instinctively spasms from one of his motions tickling it.

“Just touching you,” he says casually. “Unless you want me to keep my hands to myself?”

He lifts his head, glancing at you. He’s got a mischievous sparkle in the depth of his gaze, and you slightly narrow your eyes, trying to interpret his features.

“So you don’t have anything in mind?” you ask, and you pull on his hair, just enough for his eyes to darken as he takes you in.

“Seems like someone else has something in mind, mmh?” he answers, and then he’s moving up, pressing his lips to yours.

As much as you were invested in the movie a minute ago, San steals your thoughts as he kisses you languidly, his knee between your legs. It brushes your pussy, and you let out a breathy sound, especially as he moves to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin.

You try to glance at the movie, but then he bites, and your eyes flutter shut as you softly moan.

“San,” you breathe out a second later.

He lifts his head, lips swollen from his ministrations on your neck. “Huh?”

“You’re distracting me.”

He chuckles, pecking your lips once. “Maybe that’s the goal, baby.”

Your throat dries out, your mouth falling open, but San is back on your neck. You can feel his smirk as he teases your skin with his teeth, and you instinctively turn your head to the side to allow him better access. He jumps on the occasion, kissing the spot where your jaw connects with your neck, and shivers run up and down your spine as you lose your hand in his hair.

It’s sinful. Something about the way San is kissing your neck, knee pressing against you, is so sinful that you start soaking your panties, eyes tightly shut now as you think about how his dick felt against you the other day.

It turns you on, far too much, and when San straightens to pull you down on the couch, you let him do it, pulling him back down by the collar of his shirt after so that you can kiss him with all the fire that’s starting to burn in your veins. He takes it in stride, kissing you with the same intensity, but he’s quick to disconnect your mouths so that he can go down your body instead.

You look down at him, chest going up and down quickly. Byeol has long disappeared somewhere, and you just hope she’s not going to come back anytime soon when San’s fingers stop on the button of your pants.

“Can I take this off?” he asks with such lust in his eyes you feel like the fire in you might be that of a star - an endless combustion that only leaves you burning for more.

“Yes.”

Your breathy answer brings a smirk to his mouth, and San wets his lips as he unbuttons your pants, pulling the zipper down after. He doesn’t look away as he starts pulling your pants down, and you lift your hips up to help him. 

Your heart is racing in your chest as the fabric slowly goes down your legs, getting caught in your ankles. San still manages to get the clothing off, and then it’s falling to the floor as he freezes where he’s kneeling, looking down at you with ravenous eyes.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks as one of his fingers finds the inside of your ankle, and he slowly traces up your leg. “I could just sit here and look at you.” He reaches your knee, his gaze never leaving yours. “Could watch you looking at me like that-” your lower thigh “- Like I’m the only thing in the universe.” He stops at your inner thigh, tracing a circle. “But then I wouldn’t get to taste you, mmh?”

You gulp, nodding your head. It feels like you’re about to be devoured, and your pussy already tingles in anticipation.

“Do you want me to taste you?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He smirks, tilting his head to the side. “Good girl.”

And then he’s hooking his finger in your panties, brushing his knuckle against your clit. You moan at the sudden friction, yet it lasts for only a second as he holds your panties to the side. You’re already breathless, and you just look at him as he’s still staring at you.

“Something that you want?” he teases.

You want to curse at him, but all that you end up saying is, “Want your mouth on me.”

“Oh, you’ll get that.” It’s a promise. At least that’s what his dark gaze tells you, especially as he glances down at your pussy before looking at you again. “You’ll get plenty of that. But first…”

He trails off, words unnecessary when his finger goes back to your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. He then moves to your entrance, circling that too, collecting your wetness before he brings it back to your clit. He flicks at it, lightly, yet it’s like lightning bolts shooting up your spine. 

“San…”

“Mmh?” he lets out.

He stops touching you for a second, but then his thumb replaces his finger, feeling even better. You’re at a loss for words, and your hips just instinctively move up as if looking for more friction.

“Greedy, are we?” 

You want to hate him for the teasing, yet it just turns you on so much that you think he’ll make you come in no time. Especially as his thumb goes back down to your entrance, pushing in for half a heartbeat before he’s back on your clit.

He’s good. You were aware of that before, but San knows his way around your body already. He knows it so well he knows right when to accelerate and slow down, knows the right amount of pressure to put on your clit for it to not be too oversensitive. 

“Fuck.” The curse falls from his lips, and your eyes flutter open as the couch mattress moves under you from him shifting.

All you can see is his dark hair, and then his tongue replaces his thumb, and your back arches off the couch.

“Easy, baby,” he tells you, laying a large hand on your belly to push you back down. “Let me take care of you.”

You whine as he blows on your pussy, though the whine dies in a choked sound as he pushes a finger in you, slowly. Your walls spasm around him, yet it’s so slow you don’t come undone, only moan his name as he slowly pulls his digit out, only to push it in again at the same infuriating rhythm.

“More,” you beg in between two pants.

He chuckles, and then his tongue is on you once more, devouring you like you might be his last meal on Earth. It’s so insanely good that the room starts spinning around you, and you shut your eyes to focus on the sensations, to focus on the way he’s slowly guiding you towards what you know will be a mind blowing orgasm.

He curls his finger, brushes the nutty spot inside of you and your orgasm comes crashing towards you…

Only to entirely stop in its tracks when San suddenly pulls away, kneeling between your legs again. The denied orgasm hurts, and you look at him with betrayal in your heart. He just kneels there, his bottom lip between his teeth as he stares at you beneath his lashes, his head tilted to the side.

“Didn’t I say I’d make sure you’re sorry earlier?”

You’re out of breath, and it takes you a moment to remind the comment he’d said after you teased him about not needing to go to the gym. “You can’t be serious.”

The frustration in your voice makes him laugh. “So what if I am?”

He pats your thigh, and then sits back against the couch, hand going to his lap as he readjusts his erection in his pants. You just lay there for a moment, pussy bared to his gaze. 

But you won’t let him win. Indeed, you slip your hand between your legs, pressing your fingers on your swollen clit.

“Should I finish myself off, then?”

San freezes, and you watch a muscle feathering under his skin as he clenches his jaw once before relaxing. He looks at you, eyes going between your legs.

“Think you can make yourself come?”

To make a show of it, you start drawing circles on your clit, watching San as he watches you. It’s sinful, something you’ll likely be embarrassed about later, but you can’t bring yourself to care right now. Not when the orgasm is so close, and you already feel like you’re heading towards it again.

You see the moment San loses his restraint. His hand goes back to your pussy, and he’s quick to push a finger in as you keep your motions on your clit. The pleasurable intrusion is enough to send you flying towards your orgasm, especially as he starts pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady rhythm.

You don’t know when you come. All you know is that you’re suddenly riding the wave, your mind going numb with ecstasy as your climax hits, your walls spasming around his finger. San milks the orgasm out of you, guides you through it as your head swirls with your release.

Once you come down, San pulls his finger out of you, bringing it to his lips to clean it. You’re too fucked out to truly realize what he’s doing, up until he laughs at the TV, and you look towards it too.

The credits are rolling down the screen, and you can’t help the small chuckle that falls from your lips.

“Oops,” you let out.

“Completely missed the ending,” San comments. “We’ll have to rewind it and finish it later.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your beating heart. “Why not now?”

“I assume you want to take a shower?”

You look down at him and at the not-so hidden tent in his pants. “I want to take care of you.”

He wets his lips. “Tonight, baby. I don’t think we have time right now.” You pout and, to your surprise, San bends down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I promise we can start where we ended tonight, m’kay?” He pecks your nose next, and then he straightens, offering you his hand to take. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then let’s head to the restaurant.”

You already can’t wait to be home from the arcade later tonight.

*****

You don’t think you’ve eaten this much in months.

You sit back against your seat, patting your belly. San, sitting next to you, glances at you with a laugh on his lips, and you groan.

“I think I ate too much,” you say.

“It’s because Syd kept putting everything on your plate,” Yunho comments, sending a short glare to your best friend.

Short, because it melts to an endeared look the second she glances his way. “Yah, I was fair to everyone. You guys just ordered too much meat.”

“Gotta get the proteins in for the gains,” San jokes, flexing his arm.

You punch him in the shoulder. “Get lost, loser.”

“Hey!” San frowns, pouting his lips as he looks at you. You just grin while Sydney and Yunho laugh in the background, though you can tell that Sydney is holding back.

She’s not yet fully comfortable around San after all. Though she’d been last Saturday at the park, but you assume the alcohol helped her tremendously then. 

The conversation moves to other subjects, slowly drifting towards when you should head to the arcade, and you look at San’s profile, barely even hiding the fact that you’re admiring him. He senses your eyes on him, and he turns to meet your gaze, a soft smile growing on his lips.

It seems there was a lull in the conversation, because Yunho and Sydney start on another subject, leaving you and San to just share a look. 

There’s electricity in his gaze. Current that flows right to your bloodstream, making your heart beat faster. You can’t help the smile that overtakes your features and, unable to resist, you say, “I can’t wait to beat your ass at the arcade.”

“As if you stand a chance,” he teases back, but then he’s pouting. “I can’t believe Syd spoiled the surprise.”

You grab his hand, squeezing it once to chase the pout away from his features. “Don’t worry about it, I’m still really excited. It’ll be really fun.”

He nods once, leaning forward to press a kiss on your temple. Your chest warms, blood creeping to your cheeks as you feel your brother looking your way. 

“I’ll get the bill and we can split later,” Yunho says, interrupting the sweet moment with San. 

There’s a knowing smirk on your brother’s lips, like he’s proud of himself for ruining the moment, and your eyes send daggers his way as he raises a hand, meeting your waiter’s gaze.

After the bill is finally paid, you all head to the arcade, which coincidentally is right next door. You walk in to the sound of some old K-pop music playing in the background, a song you think might be from Big Bang blasting on the speakers. Mixed with the music are the distinct sounds of the many games that can be found at the arcade, like the racing games and the shooting ones. You think you might even spy a punching bag in the distance, but a crowd is huddled around it, and it’s hard to tell.

You head to the counter first, all of you investing twenty dollars in coins for the games, telling yourselves that you can always come back later if you want more. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, and you make your way to the first game, some zombie shooting game that leaves the group of you laughing and struggling to catch breath from your shared lack of aim. Yunho ends up being the one with the highest score, and his winning streak persists through the next three games, but you and San manage to beat Sydney and Yunho at the basketball game.

“Let’s do this one again!” you excitedly say, jumping in place as you point at the basketball game.

“No thanks,” Yunho drawls. “I think I’d rather do some racing games.” He looks at Sydney pleadingly, and then he grabs her hand. “Please come with me?”

She’s beaming under his attention - you doubt he needed to plead at all. “Yeah, let’s go beat your ass.”

His mouth falls open and then they burst laughing. You watch them as they walk away, a smile on your lips, and then you look at San to find him looking at you already.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re adorable.”

You blush. “Stop saying that.”

“No but…” he trails off. “You just look so happy for them, and I think it’s adorable.”

You purse your lips, scrunching your nose up. “I am really happy for them.”

San grabs your hand, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “I know.” He pulls away, unaware that he’s got your heart racing in your chest, and then he points towards the basketball game. “Let’s do this.”

You take a deep breath to tame the wild beats of your heart, and then you face the game again. “Should we play against each other?”

“Oh hell yeah,” San says, the challenge barely hidden from his words. “Get ready to have your ass handed to you.”

“Won’t happen.”

You both start the game at the same time, and you start shooting time and time again, barely ever stopping. The ball almost always falls through the hoop, and you laugh as you notice San missing three shots in a row.

“Yeah, it really won’t happen.”

“Yah, I've barely started,” San argues, and this time he starts to score again. He’s shooting faster than you - you might have been momentarily distracted by his arm as he throws the ball - and you blink out of your reverie, locking in on the game.

You end up losing to San by only a couple of points, and you fold your arms on your chest as he looks at you with a smug smile. You glare at him, waiting for him to tease you, but he just looks at you, the smile slowly turning endeared.

“Are you sad you lost?” he coos in a baby voice, and your mouth falls open in offense.

“Shut up!”

“Poor you,” he says, reaching for your cheeks as he tries to squeeze time. 

You shriek, swatting his hand away. “Stand back!”

“Or what?” he teases, taking a step towards you.

You take one back, looking at him through narrowed eyes. “Or I’ll make you regret it later.”

It’s an echo of the same words he’s told to you before, and San just chuckles, his eyes darkening even though the neon lights of the arcade reflect in his gaze. 

“Oh will you, now?” he purrs as he takes another step closer, and this time you don’t move back.

Though San is not extremely tall, he still towers over you, and you have to tilt your head back to keep the eye contact. 

“Yeah.”

San just chuckles manly before suddenly pinching your cheek. You yelp, jumping back before you punch him in the shoulder, a curse on your lips. He just laughs at your expense, and then wraps his arms around your waist. You fight against his hold, though it soon dawns on you that you won’t win against him.

Not when it comes to strength. So you change tactics, your hands aiming for his sides, and you tickle him. The sound he lets out is all worth it, and you burst out laughing as he looks at you in betrayal before joining your laughter.

You love moments like these with him. Where you feel like the rest of the world fades in the background, and there’s just you and him. You’ve never really experienced that with anyone before - maybe with Jungkook, during the short-lived honeymoon period you’d had before it had become… what it had become.

The thought showers you in cold water, and you find yourself unable to focus as San leads you to the next game, and the one after that. You run out of coins to play soon after, and San offers to get you more. You just shrug your shoulders, pulling at some dry skin on your bottom lip while San looks at you, his features slowly filling with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he grabs your hand, his thumb drawing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“I…” You take a deep breath. “Yes, sorry. I got distracted.”

His lips stretch in a tight line before he nods, pulling you closer. “Do you want to go home?”

The disappointment in his tone brings you back to the current moment. To the fact that you’re likely ruining something he was proud to have organized, and you beat yourself up mentally.

“Shit, no,” you say. “We haven’t even played the claw machine yet.”

Though you don’t sound fully convincing, San gives you the benefit of the doubt, pecking your forehead softly before he says, “Let me get some coins for that and then I’ll win you the cutest plushie.”

He’s sweet. Adorable, caring, and oh so healing. Jungkook fades out of your mind at the soft smile on San’s lips, and you can’t resist his gravity. You pull him in, tiptoeing so that you can kiss him. And though it’s featherlight, barely more than a peck, it brings you back your excitement for the evening.

San really is healing, in all ways that matter.

Once he gets the coins, San comes back to you, grabbing your hand to pull you towards the claw machines. The bright lights catch your gaze as you walk in the two alleys, unable to choose which one you want to do first. San just lets you look around, a soft smile on his mouth as you excitedly point to a couple of them.

“These are so cute,” you say, pointing to the plushies in one of the claw machines. They’re all food inspired, ranging from pizzas to broccolis and even something you think is a milk shake.

“Do you want me to get you something from that one, then?” San asks.

You shake your head, pulling him behind you as you continue making your way to the next machine.

That one reveals many different animals, but it’s the cat that catches your gaze - it’s black, with huge, green eyes, and you point at it with a grin on your lips.

“Oh my God! Look at this one!”

San chuckles. “The cat?”

“It could be Byeol’s sibling!”

“Careful, she’ll get jealous.”

You narrow your gaze, letting go of San’s hand to fold your arms on your chest. “I want that one.”

“What’s the pout for?” he teases, laughing. “You look like a five year old.”

You slap his shoulder, rolling your gaze as you head closer to the claw machine. “How does this thing work?”

San stops behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he puts his head down on your shoulder. You feel your cheeks turning red, yet you don’t tell him to move - not when his embrace is so goddamn warm.

“Just gotta put the coins in,” San says. “Do you want to try first?”

“Mmh, I’ve never done this before,” you admit.

San puts a coin in the machine, and lively music starts playing as the claw moves to the top. “So,” he lets out. “You grab this, position it where you want it to be, and then you press on the button. The claw will go down and catch whatever you want.”

“Easy,” you say, though you wince. “I kind of knew that part though.”

He steps next to you, frowning slightly. “You said you’ve never done it.”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, though,” you point out, chuckling as he sighs, looking away, his lips jutting out in a pout.

“Alright then, do it yourself.”

You laugh, pinching his side in a swift motion. He yelps, almost jumping in place, and then he’s attacking you, hands on your side as you shriek. You know you’re getting looks from the people around you, though you can’t bring yourself to care.

He’s far too healing to care about other people’s opinion.

“I yield, I yield,” you say a moment later, when it becomes clear that you have no chance to win against him.

He laughs, pecking your forehead as he lets go of you. “Now, let’s get that plushie.”

You nod once, taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, and then you face the machine, rubbing your hands together.

“Let’s do this.”

*****

As a matter of fact, you don’t do this at all. You run out of coins as you both try and try to get the black cat - San manages to make it move once, but without any luck, and disappointment hits you when you realize that you don’t have another chance.

“Why is it so hard?” you whine.

San sighs, leaning against the machine. “This thing hates us.”

“I just wanted a cute plushie.”

“You’ll get it,” San says, pushing up from the machine. He stands straight looking down at you with a serious expression. “I’ll get it for you, just bear with me.”

“San, don’t-” 

But he’s already walking away, heading to the reception area. You just stand there, watching him as he buys more coins, and then he’s walking back towards you, a determined look on his face. 

“You didn’t need to get more,” you tell him as he stops next to you. 

He shrugs his shoulders. “I promised I’d get you something tonight. I’m not going to give up that easily.”

You purse your lips, taking a deep breath. “Thank you.”

His eyes widen. “I haven’t even gotten it yet.”

“No, I know.” You pause, wetting your lips as you search for the right words to say. “I just never really had anyone willing to do something like this for me. Means a lot.”

San remains silent for a moment, looking at you with a sad look on his face. You have to remind yourself that he doesn’t know about Jungkook, doesn’t know about what your ex put you through…

You have to remind yourself that he can’t know, too.

“Then I really have to get it for you.”

You’re falling in love. Free falling, even.

Will he catch you when the time comes?

It takes San a few tries, and he’s on the fifth when he finally manages to get a hold of the plushie. You hold your breath as the claw moves up, and then towards the zone where it lets go the cat. It falls much like you are, only to end up in the right spot. San yells in victory, and he grabs the plushie, handing it to you.

“I told you I’d do it!”

He’s grinning from ear to ear, his dimples bright on his cheeks and fuck, you really are in love.

How is it that you fell in love with him so quickly?

You take the cat from his hands, holding it to your chest. You smile at San, thanking him profusely, and he just laughs, shaking his head as if he didn’t spend forty dollars just to get you a plush toy. 

“Don’t worry about the money,” San says, tugging on your hand to pull you towards Sydney and Yunho in the distance. “I just really wanted to make you happy, and there is no price to that.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you say, though the smile on your lips is enough to tell him that you love it.

“For you?” He winks at you. “Yes. You could even say I’m a simp.”

The comment makes you laugh, and you just giggle as he keeps pulling you towards your brother and your best friend, who just look at you curiously, probably wondering how in hell did San manage to break through your walls so quickly. 

It does scare you, too, but then again there’s just something about him…

“Are you guys ready to leave?” San asks as you stop next to the pair.

Yunho glances at Sydney. “What do you think?”

“I’m kinda tired,” she says. “But we don’t want to force you guys to go too.”

“Nah, I think we did everything we wanted,” you say. “Unless you wanted to do something else?”

San glances at you, his eyes falling to the plushie you’re clinging to. “Nah, all good. I already spent way too much for that plushie.”

“I told you not to spend so much!”

“But you wanted it!”

Yunho and Sydney just watch the two of you as you bicker, stifling their laughs. You notice their heavy gazes on your profile, so you turn your head, looking at them. “What?”

“Are you guys like twenty years married or something?” Yunho says.

Sydney elbows him in the ribs. “Shut up.”

“No but…”

“Shut up,” she repeats, and it’s your turn to laugh at their expense.

“As if you guys are any better,” you tease them.

Yunho just smiles proudly while Sydney's cheeks dust with pink. 

The conversation dies for a few seconds until San finally speaks again, breaking the slight awkwardness as he asks if everyone is ready to go. You all agree, and so you make your way outside, and then to San’s car.

Because of course he drove Yunho and Sydney. His excuse was that you needed to get your stuff to be able to sleep over at his tonight, and you hadn’t argued, not when the invitation made you far happier than you’d dare admit it.

Though you’re pretty sure San noticed, but at least he didn’t tease you for it.

San’s car is parked somewhat far from the restaurant and the arcade, so you end up walking in the soft drizzle, trying to hide your face in the lapels of your jacket. It doesn’t quite work, and you’re freezing by the time you sit in the passenger seat while Yunho and Sydney slide into the backseat.

San is last to climb into the car, and he immediately puts the keys in the ignition, blasting the heat as soon as the engine rumbles to life.

“Why is it so cold so early in the year?” you complain as you rub your hands together. “It feels like we’re in November.”

“If we’re lucky, we’ll get some warmer weather like last week again,” Sydney says from the backseat. 

“I’ve heard that it’s supposed to be cold this year.” It’s Yunho speaking, and you glance his way. 

“Please don’t say that.”

“Good thing you’ve got someone to keep you warm now.”

The words out of your brother’s mouth make you cringe, and you flash him your middle finger while San just laughs beside you. And then San puts his hand on your thigh, distracting you from your brother, and you sit back in your seat, looking at the street as San pulls out of the parking lot, heading towards your apartment.

The drive isn’t too long. Twenty minutes later, San’s dropping your brother and Sydney off and, since you got your stuff already earlier, you wave them goodbye from the car, looking at them jogging to the front door. Once they’re in, San drives away again, and you glance at him.

The orange light of the streetlights casts shadows on his face, and he meets your gaze for a few seconds, his lips curving upwards in the softest of smiles.

“Hey,” he lets out.

You lean your head against the seat, the same smile making its way to your mouth. “Hey.”

He grabs your hand, pulling it to his mouth so that he can press a gentle peck on your knuckles. Butterflies take flight in your chest, and you welcome the feeling in, ignoring the thought of Jungkook that suddenly flashes in your mind.

You don’t want to be thinking about Jungkook. Not ever again, not after everything he did to you.

Everything you did to him, too.

Jungkook was sweet to you too, once. You’d thought he was the love of your life… but life had other plans for the two of you, didn’t it?

“What are you thinking of?” San asks, interrupting your train of thoughts, stopping it before it goes further.

You freeze, and then you look outside the window, watching the city as it passes by. “Nothing,” you lie. You take a deep breath, and then you look at him again. “Thank you for tonight. I really had fun.”

His dimples appear for a short moment, and then he’s also focusing on the road once more. “Of course. I really wanted to do an activity, and when I talked to your brother yesterday at the bar, I figured you’d be happy if I invited him and Syd too.”

“I really was,” you say, happy that your change of subject worked so well. “But I’m also happy we ended up spending some time just the two of us too, you know?”

He brings your hand to his lips again for another soft kiss. “I know. Me too.”

You smile at him, though this time the ghost of Jungkook doesn’t quite leave your mind. It lingers around, haunting you, rendering you far more silent than you usually are, and you don’t speak for the rest of the ride to San’s place, following him in once you get there.

You think San knows you have something on your mind. Maybe because you’ve spent a lot of time together in the last few weeks, and it’s bound to have made him learn how to recognize your emotions to a certain extent. But he doesn’t say anything, gives you the space to decide if you want to talk or not. You appreciate it - you don’t think you’d be able to talk to him about Jungkook. It would make everything that happened way too… real.

“Byeol,” San sing-songs when he opens the door to his apartment, and his cat comes trotting your way.

You only remember you still have the cat plush toy in your hands when Byeol stops a couple of steps away, her back arching. 

“Look, we brought you a new friend,” you tell her, bending down to show her the plush toy.

She takes a hesitant step towards you, extending her neck in your direction so that she can sniff the toy. When she realizes it’s no threat, she moves away, rubbing herself on San’s legs.

“Well, I guess she doesn’t give a fuck,” San deadpans.

You laugh as he bends down, picking Byeol up and pressing a kiss on the top of her head. She tries to dodge, which obviously makes you laugh again, especially as she jumps out of his arms a second later to trot away.

“She clearly doesn’t,” you agree.

You take your jacket off, kicking your shoes off and putting the slippers San keeps for you on before walking in and plopping on the couch. San stops by the bathroom first, meeting you a minute later as you’re looking at the cat plushie, pulling on its extravagantly long tail.

“I didn’t notice,” you start as he plops down next to you, “but the tail is long.”

San nods, letting out a small laugh. “It kinda looks ridiculous.”

“Hey, don’t insult it!”

That just makes San laugh harder, and you roll your eyes, though an amused smile lingers at the corners of your mouth.

“What do you want to call it?”

You ponder for a time, and then you grab the tail again, raising it in the space between you and San. “Mr Snake.”

San’s gaze widens and he snorts. “Mr Snake?” You nod. “It’s a cat.”

“Don’t care didn’t ask,” you sing-song, and then you hug the plushie to your chest, sighing deeply. “I love you, Mr Snake.”

San rolls his eyes teasingly, but then he leans his head on your shoulder as he chuckles. “I guess it’ll be Mr Snake, then.”

You nod, and then you hand him the plushie. “It’s the perfect name.”

There’s a moment of calm silence as San grabs Mr Snake, cuddling it to his chest. It looks ridiculous in his big arms, softening his edges, and you can’t help the endeared smile on your lips. 

It just becomes wider when San looks up at you, eyes sparkling. He’s beautiful like this, especially as he leans in, pecking your lips.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you all night,” he murmurs.

So have you. And you don’t think the words are necessary - actions speak a lot louder, so you kiss him, eyes fluttering shut. It’s awkward with the position, and San moves a moment later, straightening so that he can deepen the kiss. His hand finds the nape of your neck, holding you close as you tilt your head to the side. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, prompting fireworks to burst in your heart, and you climb on San’s laps, cupping his cheeks.

The kiss is languid. The kiss is starting right where you’d finished earlier today, and you already feel warmth blooming in your core. San’s hands hold your waist, and then move down to your hips as he guides you on him. He grinds up at the same time, and his hardening length brushes against you. 

You let out a soft moan, disconnecting from the kiss so that you can lean your forehead against his as you grind your hips again.

“Gosh, San,” you murmur, and he presses his mouth on yours once more, his tongue finding yours. 

The taste of him makes you feel feral, the lust from before becoming so strong you can taste it in your throat.

There’s no turning back tonight.

“I want to go all the way with you tonight,” San whispers when he parts from your lips. One of his large hands finds the back of your head, and he pulls on your hair just enough to turn your head to the side, and then his lips are ghosting on the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You feel his mouth moving when he adds, “I want to know what it feels like to be in you.” He sucks on your neck, and you grind on him. “I want to hear you moan while I fuck you.”

“San…”

“I want my neighbours to know just how fucking good I’ll make you feel, mmh?”

He’s insane. And you love everything about it.

“Yeah?” you let out, and it’s your turn to pull on his hair as you force his head away from your neck and against the couch. “You’d like that?”

He wets his lips, smirking darkly. “I’d fucking love it.”

You bite at your lower lip, looking down at his glistening mouth. It’s sinful, his lips swollen from your ministrations, and you know it’s just the beginning.

“Wanna do it here, or in your bedroom?” you ask.

San straightens, and then his arm wraps around your waist as he gets up from the couch. You yelp, instinctively holding onto his neck, and San chuckles as he carries you to the bedroom, dropping you on his bed.

“Want you to be comfortable while I make you come,” he says as he rests one knee on the bed between your spread legs, his mouth aiming for yours for a short yet languid kiss. He pulls away a second later to take off his shirt, standing up so that he can unbuckle his belt.

It thuds as it hits the ground, and you just watch him through half-lidded eyes as he takes off his pants, too. Soon, he’s standing in just his black boxers, eyeing you like you’re his prey, and you sit up on the bed, hand reaching for him.

You rub his dick, stopping at his tip as you feel the precum that’s been seeping through the fabric of his boxers. He just lets you do it, looking down at you as you move back down on his length, and then back to the tip.

“You’re already so hard,” you praise.

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined having sex with you?” he asks, and then he’s pushing your hand away. He pulls his boxers down, hand wrapping around his dick as he slowly strokes himself. “Every time I touch myself, you’re all I’m thinking about.”

It’s dirty. You think any other guy saying that would have creeped you out, but from San, it just makes the warmth in your core ignite into fire, and all you want is to ride his dick, to know how he’ll feel like inside of you.

“You know,” you let out, moving forward so that you can sit on the edge of the bed. “I always think of you when I touch myself, too.” Your hand replaces his at the base of his dick, and you squeeze him once. 

“You do?” he asks, and you think you hear him gulp when you lean forward, your tongue swirling around his tip once.

His precum is salty, and it tastes like you’ll be drunk on him by the end of the night.

“Yeah,” you say, blowing a breath on his sensitive tip as you slowly jerk him off. “I’ve been thinking about your dick.” Your mouth closes around him, and you suck once. “Been thinking about riding you until I come.”

He grunts. “Baby, you should know that I’d rather do the work.” He pushes your hair to the side, holding it into a makeshift ponytail. “I want my princess to relax while I take care of her.”

“Your princess?” you repeat, your heart beating just a little faster even though you’ve never been big on pet names before.

“Or do you prefer I call you my little slut?”

You squeeze your thighs together as if looking for friction. “Then what would that make you?”

He leans down, stealing a quick kiss on your lips before he straightens again. “I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

Your heart stops in your chest, filling with so much warmth for him. Because you know he means much more than just sex. He means everything, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to let go of him.

Will he break your heart like Jungkook did?

“San…”

“I…” he trails off as if he choked on the word. He says your name, and then adds, “I really want you.”

You’re convinced he wanted to say other words, yet you take those, your attention going back to his dick, and the angry, swollen tip that’s just been begging for attention. You move forward, lick at his slit to get another taste of him, and then you wrap your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks.

San groans, and you glance up to see he’s tilted his head back, revealing the proud column of his neck to you, and the Adam’s apple that adorns it. It looks hot, so hot to know that you’re the one making him feel good, and it unleashes you.

It’s sloppy. You’re drooling all over his dick as you go back and forth, sucking when you reach the top and jerking him off as you go. San’s hands remain in your hair, yet he lets you establish the rhythm, letting you take control.

You know it won’t last long. You know he’ll snap eventually, fucking your mouth or fucking you, and you long for it.

Long for the moment he’ll fuck into you for the first time.

You moan on his dick at the thought, your pussy clenching around nothing. You’ve soaked your panties, and you think you might even be soaking through your pants as you just keep sucking San off.

You try to maintain a steady rhythm, but you soon start trying to take more of him in your mouth each time, letting him hit the back of your throat as you hold the gag reflex in. San is a mess over you, and a moment later, he’s moving, slowly thrusting between your lips. You slow down, allowing him to use your mouth like he wants to, but it doesn’t last too long.

San pulls out of your mouth, your drool covering him sinfully, and he looks down at you, panting.

“Why don’t you take your shirt off?”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. You take the shirt off, eyes glued to his as it reveals your skin. You keep going, taking off your bra, and you can tell he’s fighting to maintain eye contact as your nipples meet air, perking from the cold.

Though you’d argue that the atmosphere between you and Choi San is fiery right now, and it doesn’t take more than a heartbeat for your body to flush with warmth again.

“Move back on the bed,” he orders next, though his tone is soft, gentle. 

It takes you by surprise, but the lust in his gaze is unmistakable, even if softness swirls within it. 

He’s looking at you like he’ll never look at anyone else again, and it makes your heart soar in your chest.

You move back, stopping when San reaches for your pants. He unbuttons them, sliding them down your legs along with your panties. He takes his time with it, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses down your leg, and then he’s letting your clothes fall on the floor.

You’re fully naked, and so is he, and your heartbeat goes wild at the perspective of what’s to come. 

San climbs over you, kissing you once as he rests his weight on one of his arms. And then he’s plopping on the bed next to you, his hand finding its way between your thighs. Your legs close at the sudden contact, and he tuts, spreading them wide open again.

“Gotta get you ready before you can take me, baby,” he whispers, kissing your jaw. He even nibbles on it, and you let out a soft moan as he trails a finger between your nether lips.

You wonder, how is it that a single touch of his can feel so good?

San circles your clit with his digit, and then presses on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes flutter shut as you take the sensation in, the friction on you much needed. You blindly reach for his dick, sighing in contentment when you manage to wrap your hand around him, and you start jerking him off, though your hand stills as his finger goes back to your hole, slowly pushing in.

Your walls clench as you moan, and San just whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he pushes his finger all the way in before pulling it almost all the way out. He goes back in, curling his finger to find the nutty spot inside of you, and pleasure shoots through you as he rubs on the sensitive spot. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out.

San echoes your curse with a groan as you start moving your hand on his dick again. Though it might be a little awkward from the position, you assume he likes it as he peppers soft kisses on the side of your face and on the corner of your lips.

“You’ll feel so good on my dick,” he whispers.

It doesn’t sound as horny as the words appear to be - it’s more of a plea, and you turn your head to the side to kiss him again. He sighs in your mouth, and your tongues are dancing together by the time he eases a second finger inside of you. It feels heavenly, and you moan, letting him swallow it. He deepens the kiss as he moves his fingers, increasing the rhythm until he’s fucking you with the digits, squelching sounds filling his room.

You think you might come. It feels so good you reckon there’s a high chance you will, a knot already starting to form in your lower stomach. But then, right as he’s fighting against your tightening walls, San pulls out. You whine from the loss of contact, but he’s already moving to his bedside table, pulling the drawer open. He fumbles with a box, grabbing a condom while you just watch him.

“I want you to come on my dick,” he offers as an explanation, his words low and husky.

You will - you’ll likely come the second he pushes into you, and the thought makes you press your thighs together.

San tears the foil package open, rolling the condom down his dick. He gives it a few strokes as if to make sure it’s well placed, and then he’s moving back towards you. He sees your legs pressed together, tutting, and then he’s climbing on top of you, spreading your legs with his knee.

“You ready to take me?” he asks as he kneels back between your thighs. 

You look down at him, taking in the sheer size of his dick and, even though you’ve seen him before, it feels like the first time all over again. “You’re so big,” you say through the lust clouding your mind.

“Don’t worry,” he purrs, tapping his dick on your clit. “We’ll make it fit.”

And then he’s rubbing his tip between your folds, collecting your juices. You moan at the sensation, your legs opening wider as if that will make him slip in. But San is patient - he might even be some sort of a brat. Because he moves away from your entrance, his tip returning to your clit.

You whine, your hips lifting from the bed as you try to take him in. San just moves his dick away from you, regarding you darkly as he waits for you to fall back on the bed.

“Be patient, princess, I’ll fuck you in just a moment.” He taps your clit. “Just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am,” you let out, voice breathy.

He chuckles, and then he’s bending down, his tongue flicking on your nipple. The sudden touch makes you arch your back as you push your breast in his mouth, and San sucks on your nipple, his tongue circling it. His teeth tease your skin lightly, and you moan as your legs wrap around his waist. It makes him rub between your nether lips, yet he’s still not where you need him to be.

“Alright, alright,” San says as he pulls away from your nipple, lips glistening. “I’ll take it you’re ready.”

You nod as he leans on one of his elbows so he can reach for his dick again. You look down at the spot where your bodies are touching while he aligns himself with your entrance, your pussy already clenching just at the thought of what will happen in just a few heartbeats.

“Look at me,” San whispers, and the lust is gone.

You’d say only affection is left, but you don’t want to be delusional, not when it’s only been a few weeks.

San slowly pushes in, fighting against your walls for a second before they relax and let his tip in. Even then he stretches you wide open, the burn deliciously good, and you frown in pleasure. He’s biting his lower lip, like he’s trying to keep a moan in, and his eyebrows almost touch over his eyes as he keeps pushing in.

Inch after inch, San spears you with his dick, and it feels like a small eternity until he’s all the way in. Only then does he let out a small moan that alters your brain chemistry, making you crave for him as if he’s not already in you.

“Holy fuck,” he curses and that, too, alters your brain chemistry.

“San…”

“Fuck.”

He leans his forehead against yours, and your eyelids flutter shut from the proximity. He doesn’t move yet, letting you adjust to his size, making sure he won’t hurt you. Or at least that’s what you think he’s doing, and you wrap your arms around his neck to hold him close.

San moves his head slightly to capture your lips in a kiss, and he kisses you sweetly, gently, like maybe the world has stopped turning for the two of you tonight. You feel it deep in your chest - it lights up your heart like fireworks in the dead of night, and you kiss him back with all the might of the feelings in your chest. 

You’ve never felt like this. Like you were missing a piece of yourself, yet here with Choi San, you think you’ve been incomplete your whole life. It’s a powerful feeling, a scary one, but it doesn’t feel so scary when he’s kissing you like this, telling you that he feels the same, too.

As his tongue teases your bottom lip, San slowly starts pulling out, only to thrust in again a moment later, harder this time. The friction on your walls turns the fireworks to the brightest stars, and you abandon yourself to the feeling as he starts moving, establishing a steady rhythm. 

He’s being careful. You know he’s being careful, but you want more, need more, and so you graze his back with your nails, trying to entice him in moving faster, harder. He doesn’t take the cue, and so you suck on his tongue the next time it meets yours, and San groans in your mouth before pulling away.

“You feel so, so fucking good,” he praises, and then he looks down at his dick while he’s fucking you. “You take me so well.”

The words send you on a freefall towards an orgasm, and San senses it, your walls tightening around him. So he kneels back, pulling your legs on his shoulders, and then he starts fucking you rougher, his headboard banging into the wall.

You have half a thought to tell him to put a pillow behind it, but then his fingers are on your clit, his other hand finding your breast, and pleasure steals every thought from your brain until there’s only him left.

Though you think there’s only been him for a while now.

“What a pretty little slut,” San grunts. “What a good fucking pussy.”

You reckon he probably doesn’t realize that he’s talking. Indeed, his eyes are shut like he’s lost in the sensations, and a bead of sweat is rolling down his temple. Some of his hair is stuck to his forehead, and his teeth are digging in his lower lip as he increases the rhythm even more.

That’s when you hit the ground of your orgasm, exploding like those fireworks in your chest. It’s blinding white, and you scream out his name or something that was supposed to be his name, though you choke on the sound as the pleasure ripples through you. You feel weightless, like maybe you’ve reached nirvana, and your hands are clutching the covers of his bed as if that might keep you tethered to the ground.

But you’re gone, swimming in bliss as your walls flutter on San’s dick, clutching him hard enough for him to lose it too. While you’re still riding the wave of your orgasm, San reaches his climax, and he curses loudly as he pushes all the way in, releasing his load into the condom. He then bends down to kiss you through his high, and you kiss him back languidly, too fucked out to even think about breathing.

You’ve never come so hard before. No man - or yourself - has ever made you feel that way, and you don’t think you’ll recover.

You reckon you might have lost your sanity for good. You don’t care - San is worth losing your sanity for.

“I think I…” San trails off, against your lips, but then you silence him with another kiss that sends your heart into orbit, with him at the center. Like you’ll forever orbit him now, like he’s become the center of your universe.

You don’t know when the high recedes. You only realize San has gone soft when he lets himself fall on the bed next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close. He hides his face in your neck, and you just lay there for a time, your breathing slowly going back to normal. 

It takes a long time for you to feel slightly normal again and even then, your mind is still swirling in bliss by the time you turn your head, letting out a small, “Wow.”

San laughs, a cute, soft sound that wraps around your soul, and you echo the laugh with a giggle of your own.

“That was amazing,” San says, and you reckon ‘amazing’ is not even strong enough of a word to describe what just happened between the two of you.

“It was,” you agree.

There’s a short silence, and then San adds, “I’m sorry I came so fast.”

You frown. “Fast?”

“I don’t know, I just couldn’t help myself,” he sheepishly continues. “It felt too good.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that.” You chuckle. “It was some good fucking sex.”

San laughs again, his arm tightening around you as he presses a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “I think I’ll want to fuck you again in the morning. And maybe in the afternoon, too.”

“You’ve got some plans for us, Choi San,” you tease.

He pecks your shoulder again, and you can feel his smile against your skin. “Oh, trust me. I really do.”

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[shanklin]

the shellfish au is so angsty it's delicious!!

ugh i'm imagining a crossover where a healthy, well-adjusted set of relativity stan twins accidentally get themselves portaled into shellfish's world and both go ???????? what's wrong with you guys????? why's your stan like that???????? why's he calling grunkle dipper "great uncle mason"??

&& the impromptu visit just highlights how happy stan *could* be and really highlights how much the shellfish one... is not

cue both sets of guardians staring wide-eyed at each other in vague horror

Selfish Shellfish AU - Masterpost

You’re speaking my language, but I don’t know where to start. SO MANY OPTIONS! :’)

Do we put the 12-ish OG!relativity falls kids with the 14~17ish Shellfishies? So there can be a misunderstanding that this is them in the future?

Or are they the same age so the contrast between the Stans is absolutely glaring?

But even then will we put them together before Shellfish!Stan & Ford make up or after?

Before, but Stan is still on the run?

OG!Stan and Ford will be going around trying to uncover what happened with Stan and no one will tell them anything. They come to the conclusion that Stan must’ve died with the way everyone in this universe keeps looking at them.

But it’s the worst for Shellfish!Ford who is confronted with everything he could’ve had, if he had been a better brother. A better person. Someone who didn’t just abandon the people closest to him the moment he found something more interesting to waste his time on.

Ford is used to hating himself. He always did. Every time he looked at his hands or let Stan protect him like a coward, he hated himself.

But now, looking at who he could’ve been, his past issues all seemed so petty and inconsequential. 

As it turns out Ford never knew what true self hatred felt like until they, Grunkle Dipper, Other Ford and himself, were buried nose deep into their research and Other Stan came and dragged Other Ford away from them.

Other Ford protested loudly, but Other Stan simply laughed and shouted over his shoulder: “See you later, Nerds!”

The two of them came back an hour later, giggling and triumphant, with a solution to their dimension replacement problem. Together they managed in a mere hour what three geniuses couldn’t do in two weeks and had fun doing it.

Ford truly hates himself now. 

And there is no one to blame but himself. 

Then he finds out that Other Ford also had the option to stay in Gravity Falls but didn’t take it because that would mean he wouldn’t get to grow up with Stan and nothing could be worth that loss.

It’s mentioned offhandedly and in passing. 

Ford excuses himself quietly, locks himself inside his room closet and starts to bawl.

He loses track of time but then there is light and his brother is there and Ford stops thinking. He lets himself be embraced and apologizes until he passes out.

Well anyways the OG Stans eventually figure out what really happened, decide they can’t have that and drag Ford with them to find the little lost Shellfish. :)

Before they make up, but Stan is living with them in Gravity Falls?

We can start that one with OG!Stan glaring at Shellfish!Stan and be like: “What the fuck is his deal? Why is he so rude? How dare he make Ford sad!”

Turns out they make it worse before they figure poor Shellfish!Stan out. But after they do, they plan to kidnap this Stan back to their home dimension :D

After the Selfish!Stans make up?

It seems fine. Everything seems fine even if Stan and Grunkle Dipper and Grauntie Mabel seem to be mad at each other?

"Hey so what’s that all about anyways?"

Ford goes into overprotective brother mode, pulls them aside and threatens OG!Ford with violence if Stan ever dares to ask the wrong questions again.

“Ehm shouldn’t I be the one that gets threatened?”

“NO! I love you and you didn’t do anything wrong ever. SO SHUT UP. ALSO I LOVE YOU. NEVER FORGET THAT.”

“…o-kay”

“Pssh Ford, we really need to get out of this dimension fast. They’re acting worse than Grunkle Dipper on five bottles of Mabel Juice and no sleep.“

“Agreed.”

They eventually see how Shellfish!Stan acts around the adults and all his scars and it all paints a horrifying picture.

[But also them trying to do small talk:

“So, how’s Pa?”

“He’s dead.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.”

“Not as sorry as I was when I killed him.”

Stan laughs.

OG!Stans force an uncomfortable chuckle. Ha ha. Nice joke…

They feel a cold shiver from behind and slowly turn around. Shellfish!Ford is standing there, the glare on his glasses hiding his eyes. For some reason there is a sledge hammer in his hand.]

Or how about Stan on the run but suddenly there's OG Ford or both OG!Stans??

How about they arrive in New Jersey before Filbrick dies?

Or in Gravity Falls and they’re like “What are you doing? Get your Stan back. NOW!”

[I might also need the Shellfish!Stans to pop up in canon or after canon on the Stan-o-War now. Maybe while Shellfish!Stan was still on the run hmmm]

[cuppajj]

Beast Ancients AU Askbox Thoughts

Hey! This is just to clear up my thought process revolving around BAAU related asks. Please consider reading everything so you know for later!

When is the askbox open?: Whenever I feel like it, mostly. I usually leave it open, but I close it when I'm not in the mood to receive any.

CJJ's BAAU askbox notes:

I answer whatever ask I feel like! I do not operate on a schedule, and I do not guarantee everyone's ask will be answered, especially with factors like the amount I get, motivation to answer, and other things like if the question has been asked and answered before. Please do not feel entitled to hearing from me!

You are less likely to have your question answered if it has already been answered. This means if I said an answer in a previous ask or if a lore post answered it, I'm less likely to respond. There are some instances where I'll have new information to answer a previously asked question, which is why I'm only saying I'm less likely to answer, not ignore repeated questions outright

You might notice that I'm vague with some responses. This is usually because I want to leave things up to speculation! I don't want to share all of BAAU's story and lore from beginning to end immediately, especially when not everything is planned. So with this in mind, I won't (yet) answer endgame questions, or what happens in certain climactic scenes, etc. That is not to know so early on in baau's development! I like sharing things in a sorta linear format. If I get past the introductory part of the AU then I'd be more open to sharing the deeper heavier moments in detail.

Questions that have very subjective/speculative answers (such as the neobeasts reacting to mundane situations, questions that speculate what happens to a certain character not yet talked about, general headcanon posts that aren't super story focused) are also less likely to be answered, or at least answered vaguely. This is because I want to, again, leave room for people's own theories. I like fostering an environment of discussion!

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"Is it ok if my OC is in the au? ... can we write fanfiction?" etc - yes, it's why the tags exist!

I might answer some questions, but I'm no actual answering machine. I'm just an artist who has motivation highs and lows and answers whatever question jumps out at me in the moment. If I were to make answering everything an obligation, I would burn out real fast - and that's not fun for anyone here!

While it might look like I'm trying to bar people from asking certain things in my inbox, I don't intend for that to be the case. I don't want to undervalue the interest a lot of you have in my au. It means a lot that you have all of these questions and thoughts, and I'm very happy you enjoy what I have so far! This post is mostly just me explaining my thought process when I receive asks. For BAAU, I approach things in a mostly question-answer basis with emphasis on story clarification, and some sillies here and there! If you want to take anything from this, it's that I'd highly recommend scouring the #beast ancients au ask and general #beast ancients au tags (and the masterpost). You might find the answer to the question you were looking for, or at least find something that makes you think!

(I'll add more to this if I think of any)

Hope you understand and thanks!

[aziraphales-library]

hiii omg first of id like to say that yall are absolutely amazing and i love ur recommendations

secondly if its not too much trouble id like to ask for holiday fics because i definitely want to get into the holiday fic spirit rn :)

I'm bumping this up because, once again, the holiday requests are coming in too late. As stated in the pinned masterpost, it take us months to answer and queue asks, folks! We do have a #christmas tag. Here are more to add to the collection...

Secret Santa by AppleSeeds (T)

On the advice of his therapist, Crowley signs up to be a 'Secret Santa', an anonymous gift-giver for a community initiative aiming to bring some Christmas joy into the lives of people going through a hard time. He's partnered with Aziraphale, a librarian who has lost his home and bookshop in a fire. Through the power of Christmas Magic, Crowley ends up meeting Aziraphale in person when he takes his nephew to the library and is immediately smitten. He becomes determined to use his expertise and influence to give Aziraphale the only Christmas present that could really make a difference, but are some things too important to be kept secret?

it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you by thealienmeme (T)

crowley is a journalist at the top of his game. he asks hard questions and never lets a story slip through his tight grip, but he's also never taken a vacation. with encouragement from his boss, he books a cabin on the outskirts of the small town of Tadfield to rent out for the month of december so he can finally relax and maybe work on his book. he doesn't have any family anyways and he isn't really a fan of christmas or the holidays... then a snow storm hits. stranded in Tadfield proper, he meets a fussy bookshop owner and learns that maybe christmas just needed a little more love.

Ships in the Night by tishae (G)

Aziraphale did not want to head home for Christmas. Spending the entirety of the holidays with his Mother and siblings seemed, if you asked him, like a special version of Hell carved out just for him. Making up a boyfriend that he was spending the season with seemed like a perfect excuse (and no, he wasn't going to think too hard about why he had provided Crowley's name), until his Mother had insisted they should both come. "It'd be great to meet him!" Aziraphale had no idea how he was going to explain this to the coffee shop owner he'd had a crush on for the last two years, much less convince him to take part, but he was about to find out. or It's Christmas time, and our ineffable idiots are faking a relationship while definitely not being totally, completely head over heels for each other.

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe by IneffableToreshi (E)

Earlier this year, popular romance novelist Anthony J. Crowley met the love of his life when his agent booked one "A.Z. Fell & Co." for his most recent book signing. Aziraphale is a huge fan of Crowley's books, and they become fast friends. Unfortunately, Crowley let's his nerves convince him that it wouldn't be right to initially pursue a fan romantically, and by the time he feels it's alright, they've become so close that he's terrified of the possibility of failure. But now it's nearly Christmas - a time for miracles, right? - and Crowley has a plan to, hopefully, make Aziraphale fall in love with him the way he's been dreaming of.

The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (E)

When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

Any Foolish Thing by Caedmon (E)

Crowley is an overworked divorce attorney on the brink of burnout in London. He's irascible and mean to everyone, on the verge of verbally abusive, until his law partner, Fergus, gives him an ultimatum: He can rusticate in the small town of Tadfield for a month and come back rested in the new year, or he can be fired. His choice. Grumbling, Crowley takes off to Tadfield, eager to get it over with - and to skirt Fergus' rules. But all of that changes when he has a chance encounter with the gorgeous man who runs Mr. Fell's Books and Bonbons...

- Mod D

[notadreamurr]

The Amazing Digital Transylvania Masterpost!

(Note! This masterpost is not up to date)

FAQ:

What is the Amazing Digital Transylvania?

Well, that is an amazing question, TADT is going to be a grimdark TADC au! It's gonna take place in New York in the 1860s. We'll follow pomni as she tries to become human again. It'll be heavily story driven. It's be about supernaturals such as vampires, werewolves, etc!

Shipping?

You can ship whatever you want, Idc. The only thing is that buttonblossom will be cannon. But you can still ship those 2 with others (ex: caine x pomni. Ragatha x jax), so go crazy!

Fanart?

YES!! IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION?! I'd LOVE to see fanworks!! If you do make any PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME!!

NSFW?

I mean, go to town ig. I don't rlly care. The only thing is please tag it properly. I can't monitor everything, and I don't want to make others uncomfortable, so please label correctly.

Is this for everyone?

This probably isn't going to be for everyone. Like I said, it is grimdark, but there will be blood and violence. Also, this story will take place in the 1860s, right after the american Civil War. I do plan on making this historically accurate. So that will include homophobia, racism, and sexism. I am NOT glorifying any of these things. I myself am a part of the LGBTQ+ community. I am just trying to make this accurate to history. These topics will not be the main focus of the story, but they will be present. So, if any of this makes you uncomfortable, this might not be for you.

Does this take place in the "real" world?

Kinda? This will take place in America, but it won't be like our world. It'll still be a little wacky. So I guess it's kinda a combo of the real world and the digital world.

Art!:

Designs pt 1

Designs pt 2

Designs pt 3

Designs pt 4

Lineup

Pomni concept art

[lo1k-diamonds]

Stellar Behavior 💜 Part 7 (end)

"I said I like it fucking quiet.”

PAIRING: Officer!Yoongi x Mafia (f)reader

SUMMARY: Yoongi thought it would be bliss from now on, but not yet. Not until you both own the city.

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

GENRE: Gangster AU, Law AU, enemies to lovers, smut

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: angst, plotting, kidnapping, blood, violence, knifes, guns, physical violence, death. (Am I forgetting something?)

A.N. Ahh, no way I could just let them be happy, okay? Not without suffering first, it's my style 🤣 Again, infinite thank yous to @moonleeai and @downbad4yoongi for helping me around the clock and being incredible betas! Check out their fics too! Now get ready 😎

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Yoongi didn't know life could be like this. Once, he had been sold on that dream; it was the reason why he got married, bought a house, and started on the force. He wanted a loving home and family, and everyone told him to follow those steps to get there.

You were everything he had ever dreamed, immersing him in a bliss he never thought possible. That day, at the charity event, you took charge of things. You left with him, took him home, and spent the next twenty-four hours making up for the lost time. Your sheets didn't witness just your bodies reattuning to each other, but also the other moments when your hearts did. When you told him so much more about what you did, what you had in motion, what you proposed to secure both his and your positions, and how you planned on providing the best for your unborn child.

“Ours,” he corrected gently, kissing the back of your fingers.

You looked up with your head on his chest, and a moment later, you just nodded, “Ours.”

At that moment, he was willing to compromise for you — whatever you needed. He just didn't think it would come in the form of you not letting him leave.

He all but moved in with you soon after, and at 34 weeks, he believed he'd never leave. You adored snuggling up to him at all times of day, especially because he massaged you all over while you talked. Someone almost busted a plan of yours? You could vent while he thumbed the ball of your foot. A politician was acting ridiculous? Your hands and arms needed to let go of the stress you accumulated during the day. You had stood for hours at a charity event? Those idiots should be sued for having you standing like that; your legs needed the soothing of his fingers. You were still on your computer when he arrived home from work? Your shoulders needed to be relieved of the tension.

He still had to work and there was no way you'd pause your work, not when you had a grand plan to own the city, just like he suggested. You had decided you didn’t need to excel in every business you had to control the city, especially because the top was naturally the first to be challenged. You were too branched out, and it wouldn’t pay off — if you tried to dominate everyone, you were inviting multiple enemies to ally themselves to throw you down. Not even Yoongi would be able to help you, despite him assuring you he would. 

“I’m not interested in destroying what makes you our good half,” you had chuckled when he brought it up again. You looked beautiful under the dim lights of your bedroom, naked with your baby bump up, half lying on him in bed. This was something he couldn’t do without anymore. “We’re stronger if they don’t suspect you have hidden interests. If they think I’m a woman alone, I seem fragile. A kid will help. It’s all about finding the right balance, because if I’m too weak, they’ll destroy me. You can be our secret weapon.”

Your teasing grin as your tongue peeked between your teeth made him laugh. Ultimately, you knew your way around that world far better than he did. He’d always trust you with it.

Your strategy was to have insurance. If you had dirt on everyone and monopolized at least that market, you would be as safe as possible. Your downfall would just be too risky all around, and it would be less likely that your enemies would become friends trying to overthrow you. You wouldn’t be a significant enough threat to alarm other organizations, but you’d easily manipulate things in the shadows — everyone won.

You had started with medium management, as you liked to call it, and worked your way up. You already had a pretty big web of people working for you on the inside in various industries — other mob families, prisons, the police, the military, the entertainment and media conglomerates, even hospitals and pharmaceutical companies, without mentioning politics. Your tycoon status allowed you to keep an eye on the echelon, which meant you had everything covered. A politician wanted to do something you didn’t like? You knew of their kids’ DUIs, and the scandal was just too easy. Someone didn’t want to fundraise for the Mayor you had chosen? You had reports of companies faking quality control reports for products or negligence in the hospitals; you would leverage the media to destroy their business overnight. The media heads themselves didn’t want to cooperate? Too easy to leak footage of them in brothels or orgies that could ruin their entire reputation. And all mob families had their weaknesses; having people in the prisons and low-level thugs meant you’d know what you needed to keep them at bay. In essence, a network that gave you just enough to have leverage but not enough to be a direct threat to anyone.

He admired you for handling everything with such zeal and trusted you absolutely to take care of things. On his side, he was more worried about assuring the one thing you were most likely to overlook: your safety. First, he became intimately involved with your security details. All of your staff answered to him, which he liked. On top of that, he had his officers keeping an eye on you as well. Some probably suspected this wasn't about a case, but Yoongi didn't care as long as you were safe.

You had worked hard all over those months to carry out your master plan. It was ambitious, and if the pieces fell into place, not even Jae Seong Seok could touch you. The frustration was in getting the last piece of information — if you could find out who he was working with now, you'd be able to use your network and have him in your hand. But whoever he was working with, he was keeping it under wraps.

“It's ridiculous!” You whined, despite Yoongi massaging your shoulders. “It's a better kept secret than who the President's mistress is! Fuck!”

You jumped up from your office chair in a burst of anger, only to groan and take support on the desk. Yoongi was instantly behind you as you rubbed your swollen tummy; he didn't even flinch when you gave him a look between petulance and tiredness.

“It doesn’t matter—”

“It fucking does,” you insisted, falling back into him when he hugged you from behind. “Without knowing who is doing the Commissioner's bidding, we’re blind to his plans. It means we have a blind spot and—”

You held your breath, scrunching your nose with instant relief. He had just taken the weight out of your strained back by raising your belly, and you could breathe freely for a moment.

“Is that okay?” 

His voice was a whisper to your ear that had you sighing praises. He kissed your neck the whole time until he had to let go slowly, gently, distracting you with his lips on your skin before you’d get grumpy again.

“Didn’t you have someone on his team?”

“I lost them a couple of weeks after I told you that. He took exile in Heuksando last I heard.”

Your head fell back into his shoulder and he hummed, “I’m sure we’ll know something soon. Between your people and mine, we’re bound to hear or notice something. It’s a matter of time.” You pursed your lips, rubbing your belly again; time was a luxury you did not have. “Besides,” he spun you so you’d face him. “He’s not stupid. He wouldn’t just attempt to get rid of you; he probably knows we’re together.”

Your expression didn’t smooth, “For as long as he does bullshit without us knowing, we won't own the city.”

He nuzzled you, “He’s just one man. One tiny, meaningless man. Don’t worry about it.”

You didn’t seem fully convinced but you definitely relaxed in his arms that night, and the few nights after. Yoongi believed what he had told you: if the both of you were blinded to the Commissioner’s movements, then he was to yours too. You were stronger than him, you were together. You were bound to win.

But that night when he drove to the Aether at the maximum speed his car allowed, he wondered if he’d been too naive. If it was right to think that owning 98% of the city was enough to protect you and your child, only to learn the worst way possible that it could all fall through the cracks.

He arrived at the club, and from the outside it might have looked like the security were handling a typical problem, like a rowdy customer. When Thoma greeted him at the entrance, Yoongi followed him hurriedly, his blood freezing inside his veins. Your head of security didn’t just make that face for no reason.

Still, Yoongi couldn’t have believed it until he saw it with his own eyes. Before he got to your office, he passed your security and staff being checked by medics in the hallway, some even bleeding on the floor, almost passed out. Yet, when he entered your office, the situation dawned on him.

You had put up a fight. Your office was completely upside down, with your screen and papers on the floor, fallen chair, and broken glass everywhere. There was blood on the floor, which he kneeled to see. His fists closed instantly at the thought of you getting hurt, but maybe you had hurt them instead before they took you. You were good with your knife. He looked around; he couldn’t see it anywhere.

He got up, “Who the fuck?”

He asked simply, quietly, and Thoma answered, “Look at the back of the door.”

Yoongi turned, his dark eyes scanning the open door for traces of it being used or handled some way. His long, black raincoat billowed behind him as he moved and quickly used a glove to push the door closed.

I also prefer it quiet.

The scribbles or the paper glued to the door made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

“Does it mean anything to you?”

Yoongi’s eyes were the color of death, “Yes, and it does for you, too. You’re going to do exactly as I say.”

Thoma disagreed with Yoongi’s instructions, but he’d carry them out anyway. Yoongi didn’t care about the man’s opinion; it wasn’t him who was about to lose his whole life to a bug he didn't squish properly.

When Yoongi had decided to help you back when it was a conscious decision. Not just to step into your life, but to stay in it. To make it better. To use what he had at his disposal to do so. He didn’t regret it for a second, not even now. Some would say he was reaping what he sowed, but that was a stupid understanding of the situation. A coward’s subservient view on what was happening — when they touched you, they knew there were only two possible outcomes. And for Yoongi, there was only one. 

Of course, Thoma didn’t like calling the police and reporting the assault or that you were kidnapped. But the police responded to Yoongi in that area, so that wasn’t the problem. He didn’t like that he was to play dumb and not tell them who had done it. Eventually, they would be shown footage that Officer Jung could recognize, all to buy Yoongi the right amount of time. 

Because to Yoongi there was only one outcome. As he stopped in a hidden alley without cameras, he opened the trunk of his car and pulled the bottom to reveal a secret compartment where he had an arsenal. He picked and loaded a pistol, screwed in the silencer, and hid it along with magazines under his long raincoat. Then, he made his way to the back of the Evgeni Sports Center.

Yoongi refused one of the possible outcomes as if it wasn’t possible. That was maybe why he entered the building casually and unnoticed amidst a football game, making the big crowd watching it on the flat screen completely wild. The beer was plentiful, as were the cheers, and he was able to swiftly enter the kitchen in the back, where the staff didn’t dare look at him. He was a man with a purpose and only one option.

When he reached the back door and went down the stairs, he grabbed his pistol and started his work. There was only one justice down there — the one he inflicted himself. Big or small, he didn’t care. People fell like flies before the commotion began and even then, to reach him was a nearly impossible task. He was an agent of death dealing it swiftly to everyone who had dared to condone this heinous crime. To touch you at any point would have been dangerous, but now? It was a death wish — the only possible outcome.

Blood tainted the walls at his passage while he shot, punched, and kicked whoever dared to stand in his way to find you. He noticed the heavy metal doors, knowing they hid bullshit that wasn’t meant to be found, but he continued. It would be a shit show, but he didn’t care. His officers would show and turn the place upside down. Weapons? Drugs? Torturing people? He huffed and wiped the blood off his knuckles; all fine and dandy, but not what he was looking for.

He didn’t mean to, but he ended up cleaning that floor like it was a military operation. No one but people being tortured were left alive in his wake; no witnesses, no surprises. All he wanted was you, he’d leave once he got what he came for.

He held his gun up and in position as he faced the last door at the end of the corridor. It took him one second to calculate the odds of finding you there. Then he risked it and opened it, only for a kick to hit his hands hard.

He grunted, and although he didn’t instantly loosen his grip on the weapon, a punch to his back made his form crumble.

A series of punches made him grunt and raise his arms to defend himself, and a careful dance ensued. Yoongi almost lost his patience as he handled that single amazing enemy, but then two things happened: his pistol fell to the floor, and he saw you.

You were sitting on a lonesome chair in the middle of that humid, dark storage room, tied and pale. He instantly saw your shining eyes and the hairs glued to your forehead with sweat, your chest heaving tensely over your swollen belly, and knew he hadn’t come fast enough. He needed to get to you.

Those fuckers just had to keep their strongest guy next to you. It pissed Yoongi off; he much rather shoot him too. But he was forced to fight and manage the situation, not letting him get near you or the gun.

After a succession of punches and counters, Yoongi landed a punch on the guy’s ear and made a judgment call that put everything in jeopardy — he ran to you. Your eyes widened, seeing the guy behind Yoongi rush for the gun on the floor. He was dizzy from the punch, and your brain struggled — even if you warned him, Yoongi would never make it back in time to grab it.

So you shook your leg frantically, “The knife!”

Yoongi rushed to kneel before you and grab the knife, thinking to use it to set you free, but you kicked him as hard as you could.

A gunshot echoed and Yoongi’s breath caught as he fell back to the floor. For a second, he thought his life was over — not because he had been shot, but because you had.

But a split second was enough to hear the bullet ricocheting off somewhere and hear the guy fall to the floor. Yoongi’s training kicked in and two seconds later, he was on top of the guy, trying to finish it. His enemy was brave, dizzy, and without balance, but he was still a tougher foe than most people Yoongi had encountered in his career or training. The pistol had fallen somewhere when the guy had lost his balance, so it was all about the knife. They started fighting for it and in a slip of his hand, the guy caught it, and slash.

Yoongi grunted and fell back, holding onto his face more with shock and instinct, than actual pain. He thought he was blind for a moment, feeling something thick on his fingers while his sight darkened, but he couldn’t stop. To stop was to endanger you, and he couldn’t allow that to happen. He opened his good eye and, seeing the guy with his back turned advancing toward you, Yoongi rushed to kick him as hard as he could in the back of the knee.

The guy fell forward with a grunt, letting the knife fly away, and in your attempts to escape him, you leaned back on the chair. The push was enough to make you gasp and fall back with a bang that scared Yoongi shitless. His head was hurting, and along with the blood covering his eye, it put him off balance, to his frustration. He gritted his teeth, trying to get to the fallen guy by crawling; it wasn’t like it was his ears, so his balance was fine. It was just his damn eye!

But he didn’t move fast enough; suddenly, he heard steps rushing and tried to get back on track and jump on the guy, but he couldn’t see him. It was too late.

A gunshot echoed again, and this time a body hit the floor. Yoongi sat up and rubbed at his eyes roughly, widening his eyes to check on you , and there you were. In the same dress as this morning, though covered in sweat, dry blood, dust and now even chair bits from when it shattered with your fall, standing a few steps away from him, emotionlessly eying the guy you had shot in the head.

Then, you rushed to his side and kneeled. Yoongi wanted to grab you close, speechless, but you grabbed his head instead and brushed his longer dark hair aside.

You sighed in relief, “You’re okay, it’s just a scratch.”

He blinked at you, finally acknowledging the sting on his eyelid and cheek and that he could see fine, but instantly it didn’t matter. He widened his eyes at you, raising his arms around you, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

You meant to get up, but you groaned. Something wasn’t right.

Yoongi called your name and you looked at him. It was as though you had gone deaf; his lips were moving but you could barely hear him.

“You’re bleeding.”

“What?”

“You’re bleeding,” he repeated, supporting you more steadily, trying to calm you, but you were confused.

“I’m not, I’m fine. I wasn’t shot.”

“No,” he brushed your cheeks gently, trying to make you focus. “You’re bleeding.”

It was like a CD entered the slot and it finally dawned reality on you. You looked down, holding onto his arms around you, and the pain hit you like a truck. You were bleeding down your legs, and suddenly you were dizzy. Your legs couldn’t hold you; you only wanted to curl around yourself and he let you down slowly.

“It hurts—”

“Breathe.”

Yoongi started the breathing exercises you both had learned but the way you glared at him was enough.

“I’ll carry you out. Ready?”

Your groan had a pitch of fear, but you bit your lip and screamed through the pain as he lifted you in his arms. Everything was a blur; hot and cold sweats going up and down your spine as you tried not to scream your pain out. It was visceral, terrifying, and rife with despair— something was wrong. You needed help. Now.

Once upstairs, people had scattered in a commotion, but fortunately, it seemed nobody quite knew what was going on. Some were running outside, others were filming, but the center's staff was surprisingly quiet. It was almost like suddenly, there was no one to take charge.

Fortunately, an ambulance had already been called to tend to the reported distress at the building. So when Yoongi stepped out with you in his arms, the paramedics quickly turned to the pregnant person with a bloody dress instead of a drunk making a scene.

In a matter of seconds, you were on a stretcher being carried inside the ambulance, and Yoongi wanted to go with you. 

But you held his hand, “No.”

He frowned, but you just looked behind him and then gave him a look, and he understood. He let go of your hand and instantly turned back as swiftly as possible. The crowd was in shock with the reported noise and the bloodied pregnant woman that just passed by them, and so, distracted.

Yoongi rushed downstairs, leaving the door closed behind him. He grabbed your blade and his pistol, then quickly looked around. It was a storage room with all sorts of boxes and containers, and he needed something that could destroy evidence fast, but not so fast that all the people tied up in other rooms, bleeding to death, couldn’t be rescued in time.

In the end, he found flammable paint and poured it on stacks of documents far back in the room before setting them on fire with a lighter. He hoped the humidity made the fire spread slowly enough, but even just the water from the sprinklers would help once they were triggered.

After dealing with that, he made his way completely upstairs through another set of stairs that weren’t accessible to the public. 

He had been there before, so he knew exactly where to go and that there were no cameras. He assumed he had killed most of the goons because only a handful tried to stop him. By then, he had reloaded, and nothing could stand in his way. Something was wrong; you weren’t supposed to be bleeding. It was too soon. It was all those fuckers fault!

He reached the office of Prokhor Evgeni and staggered for a second — Jae Seong Seok was sitting right there as though he had had an audience with the Russian. Both older men looked scared, which made the situation strange, almost comical. Only Yoongi wasn’t in a laughing mood; he raised his pistol and shot precisely twice.

Each man fell back onto their chair or on the floor while Yoongi pushed his hair back with annoyance, flaring, “I said I like it fucking quiet.”

Before his anger could go further, his phone started buzzing inside his pocket, and he sobered up. That meant Thoma had told Officer Jung what he needed to know; that signaled that the force was establishing a perimeter and a team to swarm the place.

He holstered his gun on his belt, then quickly put on gloves and searched for each man’s guns. Prokhor had one in his desk drawer, and Yoongi used it to shoot Jae Seong Seok a couple of times before shooting all around the room and throwing it on the floor. The Commissioner had a revolver with him, and it wasn’t hard to shoot in Prokhor’s direction and simulate a scene. Would it raise questions? Absolutely. But the more questions it raised, the harder it would be to get to the actual truth.

Yoongi went downstairs and blended in with the crowd still lingering about before reaching for the fire alarm to pull it. A loud siren went off, and the fire in the basement must have finally triggered the sprinklers because they went off, too. He made his way out amongst everybody else. Then, he faced the sky and started laughing.

He thought to just take out his raincoat so no one would know he was inside, but it was raining outside. So he stood there under the rain, smirking, letting it wash away the blood from his face, clothes, and any evidence that he had been inside.

He stood under the elements the whole time, the image of diligence coordinating the police and firemen who responded to the scene. It was a bloodbath and instantly the bodies became the reason for a national scandal. The media couldn’t get enough of it, especially the bit about the Commissioner and the Head of a Mafia family. The officers, though, were more inclined to believe the Commissioner had come to save you in person, and something had gone wrong. Maybe your child was even his. It would make sense, considering both your statuses. Maybe you were having an affair.

Yoongi focused on making sure that everything was accounted for, even the witnesses that said he was seen before the firemen and police arrived. He made sure their statement was taken too because they were contradictory with other witnesses. Some saw him carrying a pregnant lady, some only saw him when the alarm went off. The more information the police had, the better.

But it didn’t mean he wasn’t worried about you. He understood why you asked him to stay, he needed to finish things and handle the outcome. After all, you both needed to own that city.

But he was dying to hear news from you. He had texted your people as soon as he had a second, so he knew they were with you, but still. Waiting just wasn’t possible, not tonight.

He was smoking and wrapping up the last details before the scene could be sealed when his phone buzzed inside his pocket. He picked it up this time, and the wails of a baby caught his breath.

“Is it done?”

“Yes,” he breathed, then he closed his eyes. “Our boy?”

“Eager to meet you.”

“You?”

“Come see for yourself.”

He didn’t need anything else to tell the last Officers on the scene he was leaving. He walked away to reach his car, then drove calmly to the hospital. He was drenched, so he left his raincoat inside the car and got on the elevator straight to the level you were in.

You were in a private, spacious room with everything you could need. It was just you, already wearing something of your own under the sheets, snoozing with a baby to your chest. Yoongi neared you and kissed your forehead, closing his eyes with the relief flooding him. You awoke with his touch and leaned in closer. He smelled of rain and new beginnings.

When he pulled away, you reached to touch the cut. Someone had cleaned it, leaving it red and furious across his eye, top to bottom. Looking into each other’s eyes, you knew the other was fine. Each with your own pain, but united in that moment, at last.

Finally, Yoongi took a look at his son. He was reddened too, with puffy cheeks and pouty lips, just like yours. He leaned in to kiss and nuzzle his son with a heart so full, he couldn’t speak. All he could do was sit on the bed, embracing you and him in his arms. 

You were looking at your baby before you noticed your position, englobing your son on two fronts, completely. Your lips curved, and you looked at Yoongi. You had finally won.

There we have it! I hope it was a nice, wild ride! 😁👋💜

[steviestits]

In The Family Way - Part 4.2

Written for an anon prompt, which can be read in its entirety on this fic's masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Background Argyle/Jonathan Rating: T Summary: The Munson family has never had the typical values that most modern Americans have as they find thrill in all that's mysterious and spooky. Steve Harrington, a black widow omega, hadn't known this when he mated with the family's eldest alpha, Eddie, and thought that he'd be another easy mark that he could kill to inherit the millions that Eddie owned. However, not only do all his murder attempts fail, but Eddie actually enjoys them! And to make matters worse, the alpha wants to try for a pup! Steve has to find a way to off Eddie for good, before he gets pregnant and maybe actually falls for the death-crazed alpha. (Addams Family Values au set in the Omegaverse after the events of the movie with Steve as Debbie and Eddie as Fester) Trigger Warning: Attempted Murder as a love language, Mpreg

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The Munsons moved surprisingly fast and were out of the house in under an hour, leaving Steve alone in the bedroom that he had used when he was employed here as a nanny. As unpleasant as Steve remembered it, the room was a dreary gray color with animal heads and rusty weapons decorating the walls. There were also cobwebs everywhere, purposely left because the Munsons loved creepy-crawly things. He supposed he could clean it, but the gnawing in his abdomen made him only want to lie on the old four-poster bed and sulk.

As an offer of hospitality, Eddie had said that the Munsons could stay in their home for the time being, so he supposed that he would have to be his revenge for forcing him to have his heat here in the decrepit Munson manor. Steve almost wished he could see the looks on their faces, having to be surrounded by pastels and actual taste. They were probably besides themselves. Maybe they’d die from shock or exposure, if only Steve could be so lucky.

“Sweetheart,” Steve heard Eddie from the hallway. The alpha was being overly proper and wouldn’t come in since the omega had yet to extend an invite to his den. “Come to the nesting room. You’ll be much more comfortable going through your heat there.”

“No way. I’m staying right here,” Steve answered stubbornly. “I don’t nest.”

“Stop being difficult, my pet. Everyone nests. Omegas. Betas. Even alphas.”

Steve snorted. Someone should’ve told that to his parents when they were alive. They believed that nesting was solely for omegas, and since they didn’t want him to be an omega then he wasn’t allowed to nest. Even after their death, he could still hear their disapproval and admonishment, driving into him that no one could love a broken person like him.

“Well, I don’t! I’ve never made a nest in my life, and I don’t plan to start now!”

There was a moment of silence before there was a soft knock on the door frame. Steve looked up from his sulking to see Eddie peeking in at him with an awestruck expression. He still found it hard to believe that the other was truly an alpha, because Eddie didn’t act like any of the other alphas that Steve had known. The other alphas had been rude and acted like they were owed something, so unlike Eddie that it was almost sweet.

“I could build a nest for you,” Eddie mumbled, face half-hidden by the door frame.

“What?”

“I could build a nest for you,” he repeated louder as blush filled the parts of Eddie’s cheeks that Steve could see. “A heat or rut is better in a nest. I could build one.”

Pursing his lips, Steve said, “But you’re an alpha.”

“I’ve built myself nests. And even if I hadn’t, you’re my deadly nightshade, my sweet oleander. I would do anything for you. You need only ask it.”

Heat burned against Steve’s face, and he blamed his upcoming biological nightmare instead of that he was touched by Eddie’s words. Steve honestly didn’t know why Eddie liked him so much when all Steve did was snap at him endlessly. Maybe he was simply a glutton for punishment verbally as well as physically. Besides, Steve was the first omega to show any interest in Eddie, so he probably would’ve behaved this way for anyone who caught his attention. Steve was nothing special to Eddie. He needed to remember that, so he wouldn’t get hurt again.

“Knock yourself out,” Steve huffed. “But don’t think I’ll use it if it’s not color coordinated. I’m an omega with very high standards, you know.”

“I know, my pet. I would hang myself from the rafters and feed myself to sharks before I ever gave you a subpar nest.”

A small smile threatened to find its way to Steve’s lips, “Like you wouldn’t enjoy hanging from the rafters or being fed to sharks.”

“Only if it was done by you, sweetheart. Any torture you place upon me is absolute bliss.”

“Whatever, just go make the nest and be quick about it!”

After a nod of affirmation, Eddie left to carry out his task. Steve stared at the door for a little while longer before he curled in n himself, gripping his stomach. He could only wonder what his parents would think if they saw him. If they’d berate him for being an omega who couldn’t make his own nest or if they would punish him for allowing himself to go into heat, for not taking the potion seriously.

Thoughts of his parents continued to spiral in Steve’s, making him wish that he could kill them again for all the insecurities they placed on him. He was so wrapped up in his feelings that he barely noticed Eddie’s knock at the door. It was only when Eddie knocked a second time that he was finally able to pull himself back into the present, away from his parents’ disappointment.

“You feeling okay, my pet?” Eddie asked when their eyes met. “You’re crying.”

Steve touched his cheeks and realized that Eddie was right. The stupid hormones were making his emotions become unbalanced. He cursed them silently under his breath while using his sleeves to wipe away any tears that had fallen. Once this was over, Steve was going to double his suppressants, make certain he never lost control of himself again.

“Done already?” Steve answered back, not acknowledging Eddie’s concern.

The alpha nodded then said proudly, “I think I out did myself.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, because I won’t settle for a shitty nest.”

“Of course! I would never allow my omega to have their heat in anything except the softest and most comfortable nest, just the way you like it.”

To be honest, Steve doubted that Eddie could make anything that Steve liked given how the alpha had his own ideas on what comfortable was, and the nest could be on a bed of nails for all Steve knew. Eddie was being persistent, however, and the instincts of the alpha were clearly telling him to take care of his omega, which meant that he wouldn’t leave Steve alone until that need was thoroughly squashed. All he had to do was see the next, reject it, and then keep rejecting it until his heat finally passed. Simple, at least that’s what he told himself.

Part 4.1 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 4.3 (Coming Soon-ish)