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Dee finally succumbed to his grief and laid his bare shell down on top of Lee’s discarded blankets, body pencil straight and arms stiff at his sides. Angie followed him down, clinging to one arm and bawling his little heart out.
—Wow, what a coincidence chapter 14 by @mathmusicninja (aka. one of the best crossover fics ever in the world PLS GO AND READ IT NOW !!!!)
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#donatello#michelangelo#dee#angie#wwac art#ahahaha I knew that u probs would think of dee during like. longest night HDJDJJDDJND#but no. it’s that moment during scavenge hunt HFJJFJFJD#I wanted to make it as DRAMATIC as POSSIBLE#the funniest thing is that I didn’t even plan to do this illustration????? at first????? I was doing prac sketches and did want to/attempt#to draw this scene before and Didn’t Go So well and wanted to try again armed with my prac I did and IT WENT SO MUCH BETYE R#and then I was like WHAT IF I COLOUR#and I did ahahahahah#it was so very fun to draw !!!! <3333#I did also some accompanying sketches that I’ll tag in a reblog fjfjjfjfjf#AHHHHH I LKVE THIS FIC SO MUCJ#I HAVE SO MANY SCENES I WANNA DEAWWWW#also I love how drawing for this fic had Regained my art jam back#it was veryyy lowww before#hehehe so thanks for that !!!!!! <3333
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I made a meme do you leik it :)
#i am SUFFERING out here#i have a presentation and essay for one module a presentation for another module and an object to make with a 1000 word explanation??#for another module all due within the next two weeks#and i am unable to get out of bed 👍🏻#fantastic timing dont you think#theres been trouble with my antidepressents so im off those too which ahahahahah doesnt help#and i cant got to the doctors for them cause ill have to fight for it and then that will give them reason to not give me testosterone in#december when im due to get it cause im 'unstable' and my doctors surgery isnt very fond of me starting anyway#im not about to give them a reason to stop me from getting the perscription#so ive just got to fucking raw dog life for the first time since i was 16 how great#no i cannot complete these very important assignments that count towards my degree im trying not to throw myself into oncoming traffic soz#and also trying to manage to feed myself and perhaps leave my bedroom for a total of five minutes at least a day#this has not been entirely achievable but yk im doing my best 😀👍🏻#depressive episode#did any of yall see those two girls with a podcast that said i love my mental illness it makes me who i am#because i think about those two far too often and im so glad everyone was in the comments so much so they deleted the video lmfao cause bro#depression#can suck my dick#in a bad way
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“FINAL SEASON”???????
WHAT THE FUCK.
IM SO UPSET. AND THEY HAVENT EVEN MADE THAT BIG OF A DEAL??? FUCK YOU. DISCO HAS SO MUCH MORE POTENTIAL.
I just can’t fucking believe this
#I never imagined it would actually end???????#I’m genuinely so upset#istg it’s cause they’ve fucking caved to the white cishets being annoyed at the “woke inclusivity#all other main treks have so many more episodes 😭😭😭#we’ve literally been robbed#this is no hate to the cast and crew btw I love them#they did the best they could with what little time and support they were given#ahahahahah I’m so fine#lollllll#😭👍#star trek discovery#star trek discovery s5#st: dsc#not art#star trek
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It was about you posting that stuff about your mom. Imagine carrying this for nine months, and then it thinks it can disrespect her online? So she "Can't cook", that's no reason to put down a woman that's trying her hardest.
did she write this
#i can assure you she is not trying#not information i owe strangers on the internet though#seriously did she write this why r u talking like that#YOU CALLED ME AN IT TOO AHAHAHAHAH#its one in the morning i need to go to bed#i feel like ive been mean online alot lately im sorry yall#i try not to be#but#skyler posting
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r u still writing home for the bitchless?
god i sure do wish i am !
#the jay chapter has been floating in the limbo that is my brain#no this does not mean the series is discontinued i did i premise the series by saying ill update whenever i want AHAHAHAHAH#so that means it may take months until the next update amen for my busy ass
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lmao i just came with the funniest nsfw idea (to me)
#lmao imagine takasugi just watching this one person's video's on the hub#like this one pretty woman/man in a beautiful dress who's the best top ever (i'm bad at explaining)#so anyway takasugi an avid watcher and fan okay when he and sugi jr spend time together they be watching their fav person on the hub#he also sends lots of tips :D#anyway imagine tatsuma coming over one day and the homies are watching the videos together and at the end of the video tatsuma just grins#and is like i didn't know you watch zura :D ahahahahah#sugi did not know that was zura.....#litterally it's zurako in the video#he did not put two and two together#the takazura divorce but sugi CLEARLY still pines
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OOOHH LOOK AT THEM THEYRE SO SO CUTE AAA..wait
Looks under the cut
Chockes on the air
OKAY I REALLY LIKE HOW HOLLY MIGHT POSSIBLY BE A MUCH MORE ACTIVE AND ALIVE PERSON I WILL JUST SIT IN MY CORNER AND WAIT Warning, suggestive content with Ecliptica and Oscar because apparently I love this ship shipping in the sea WHEEEEEEZE
#marble sky fanart#.......D A M N#NO COMPLAINTS ZERO PROBLEMS AHAHAHAHAH I LOVE IT#But oh boy was it unexpected ahahahha#also oh Mmy god you draw Iris so so pretty and cute and ugggrhhh I regret “killing” her#Holly - If God didn't want me to punch thwn why did he give me fists?#Iris - HollY NO
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IDK WHAT PLAYLIST PLAYED.. BUT I WANNA MAKE AN EDIT ON 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU AS BLLK MEN <3
#terrorizen#I HAVE LINEUP READY I NEED TO DOWNLOAD PANLES BYE AHAHAHAHAH#CRINGE WAYVEVT I MISSSSS THESE STUPID SHITEUS.#i did make one for tr men but LETS NVEER TALK.
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friend: i like to tease you abt that [my student exchange] because you react just like X [my crush] when i jokingly gaslight them lmao it's the expression on you guys' faces
me: *stutters bc being compared to my crush flusters me*
#apparently we both give him the dead inside -look (light disappears from our eyes) when he affectionally bullies us abt different stuff lol#i know we're similar in some things but idk something abt that just made me feel Weird ahahahahah#but yea my friend likes to bully me that my whole personality is 'did u know i was in italy' 😭😭😭 that's not trueeee#sorry i keep yapping abt like everything lately but idk i use tumblr as my public diary i guess 🤠#my posts
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Do you still have the tooth pain on top of the colds and sinus issues?
Yep. It comes and goes and hasn’t been that bad for the past few days thank god but now the whole other side of my face hurts bc of the sinus infection ☹️
#I did finally schedule the removal of the wisdom tooth that supposedly has been causing the pain#BUT#they can’t put me under bc I’ll stop breathing#and I know in my heart I am not gonna be able to sit awake for it#no matter how much laughing has they give me#me and my dad are both essentially immune to novococaine and my gag reflex is pathetic#so I’m gonna have to go to that and when it doesn’t work I’m gonna have to beg my insurance to cover GA in a hospital#which I know they will not do#so it’s really been a fun time for me lately#asks#anonymous#WHY DID NOVOCAINE AUTOXORRECT RO NOVOCOCAINE AHAHAHAHAH#oh and I fucked up my thumb too and have to wear a brace indefinitely. if anyone was wondering#my body is just falling apart rn…
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Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.
Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao
Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.
In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs
#maccadam#transformers#prowl#jazz#jazzprowl#fic fanart#momu fanart#I just#mmmmm#For the whole fic Prowl had to think twice about everything Jazz says#every information could end up being wrong#sometimes even without Jazz realising it#so when Prowl says#he’s trusting Jazz. it’s.#also it totally wasn’t me googling ‘believing and trusting nuance difference in english’#the moment I realised the difference I think my brain started rollercoaster loops#he can’t believe him but he found enough faith to trust him#while. YES. For the whole story Jazz couldn’t fucking be believed#list e n#Jazz did a lot of things for Prowl#fucktons of big and small gestures to show that yes he likes loves and appreciates Prowl#I’m so happy Prowl is returning this energy#like#remember that scene a while back when Jazz kissed Prowl? Cool cool okay. Did Prowl kiss him? nope. It was one sided gestures#*gesture. That kiss didn’t make me feel like it’s truly something precious because Jazz started it but Prowl didn’t do quite the same#but this👆. This feels so much more important for me. Because Prowl#who is for the whole story was mister I calculate every chance of possible betrayal. Prowl whos entire personality is to trust nobody#Prowl goes. Fuck that I trust you. You feel me?#it wouldn’t be the same if he said I love you. Because love is very much something you don’t have a lot of control over.#but to trust someone? It’s a choice Prowl had to consciously make. You see what I mean? I love it. oh fuck I ran out of tags..
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u suck !! (m) (3tan special) | myg
3tanoween special: u suck !! pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: jimin’s cul-de-sac is filled to the brim with autumn leaves, trick-or-treaters, and halloween spirits. but the scariest part of the night? yoongi himself. and the way he looks downright sinful in his costume. note: BOO!! :))) happy halloween and i love you all so so much. if you haven't read three tangerines or the rest of the series yet, i highly recommend diving into that first! this would make a whole lot more sense lol note 2: this is gonna be heavily unedited bc i literally started it on tues🥹 and consider this a pocket universe/side story for now until i mention anything otherwise :)) warnings: [explicit warnings under the cut] language, house party, alcohol/drug mentions, vampires are present but there’s a different type of sucking going on HEYO!!, tight spaces, yoongiiiiii🥺🥺🥺, one (1) uncomfy hug, jimin is a warning, yoongi is a bigger warning, kissing is a staple warning atp, yoongi in black leather and chains ahahahahah, tension, angst bc it’s me🤪, you have to be quiet :)), but it’s so hard :))), yoongi hands🥴, so many doll mentions, cus this reader is a barbie!!!, this yoongi is out of control and i’m not stopping him 🤷, ermmmmmm yoongi’s voice🧍♀️this is all i can say🧍♀️, ...VMIN??? drop date: oct. 28th, 2023, 12:17am est word count: 11.5k🫣
explicit warnings: choking, head/hair tugging, min yoongi king of consent wbk, fingering, breath play, oral (m rec), ass play, chains lmfaooo, tears, face fucking, back shots, cum swallowing, breast play, protective sex, …public sex��, nasty dirty talk, he’s rude and we love it and he knows that we love it😩
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“Oh, did you get the cookies?”
“Yeah, they’re already in the back,” you huff out as you rush around the car. After getting in and catching your purse strap on your very pink heel, you explain while slipping it free, “And don’t worry, I made un-iced ones for you.”
Your brother sighs in relief, as if you’ve never done that for him before. “Thank god.” As he backs out of the driveway, he gives your costume another glance. “That damn movie. I feel like I’m gonna see three hundred of y’all tonight.”
“Barbie was great and you know it.”
“Whatever. Aren’t you gonna be cold later?”
“I got this.”
Steering the wheel, he sighs, “Okay.. You’re gonna regret that.”
“Yeah, probably.”
Fixing your tee and smoothing out your skirt, you make a mental note that he didn’t comment the usual things about your costume this time. Whether it’s because you grilled him about the Dalo incident or not, you’re pleasantly surprised.
The only thing he complained about was that couldn’t dress how he wanted in peace.
“You still could’ve been Ken, you know,” you think out loud. “All you had to do was throw fur over that jersey.”
“Nah, the coat I got is expensive as fuck.”
“So is the jersey?”
“I have two of these.”
“…I will never understand you.”
The drive to Jimin’s isn’t too far, and the streets are already occupied with people in various characters. When you pass by a Ghostface costume with pink heels and a sign that says ‘This Barbie has a knife!,’ both you and your brother give it an approving laugh.
If the atmosphere in the neighborhood was buzzing, it’s Jimin’s cul-de-sac that bursts with the biggest Halloween charm.
Every yard around the semi-circle is chock full of decorations, from the ghoulish to the whimsical. Orange and purple lights scale whole houses, trees are covered in ghosts, and inflatable spiders and kittens rest on every surface you can see. Glee spreads throughout the whole setting as trick-or-treaters of all ages stop along the sidewalks, gawking at the views and running up to doors to procure sweets.
It’s magical.
But you can’t enjoy it at the moment because your brother has to park way down the main street. Which means you’re subjected to his teasing as you make the trek in enormous heels.
Ugh.
At least he’s carrying everything.
“Damn, look at that house,” you point, adjusting your purse and almost teetering over.
“That’s a shit ton of cobwebs.”
“The lights are so nice, though.”
“Uh huh.”
After forever, you finally get to Jimin’s house, going through the open garage and already greeting the yells and hugs upon arrival. Some people are dressed up and some are in their regular clothes, but everyone seems chipper.
And it’s even louder inside the house. All of you have to practically yell to hear each other.
“Hey! You made it!”
Damn, Jimin looks good as a vampire.
As your brother says hi, you try super hard to not stare at his silver hair, avoiding his bare chest under that ruffled white shirt entirely. “Hey, Chim! You’re all decked out, holy shit.”
“Ah, thank you! We both are. The lady at the Halloween place gave us a discount.”
“For what?”
“Uhh, being cute? What else?”
Adorable. If he went with Taehyung to get costumes, you wonder how extravagant your best friend looks.
When you laugh, Jimin stops to look at you with his jaw dropped. “Wow, look at you, Barbie!” Turning to your brother, he teases, “You let this happen?”
“I will throw you against the wall right now, fang boy,” he responds with no hesitation, which pulls a high cackle.
“No fighting tonight, please,” you drone, smiling while giving the handsome vampire a side hug. “Everything looks so good!”
“Yeah? Spent all day decorating.”
“Well, it shows.” Noting how Jimin always has great cologne, you take the trays from your brother while asking, “Where do you want these?”
“Ah, in the kitchen! Here,” he offers, sliding them onto his puffy sleeves. “Follow me. You can see what we have.”
His cloak brushes both your legs as you’re led into the big area, and your eyes feast on the assortment of themed desserts and drinks.
Whoa. There’s even a bubbling pot of red punch? Jimin really has gone all out this year.
Maybe Tae has something to do with this uptick in ambition.
“Yoongi! You, too?”
Huh? Him, too?
“Yeah, it’s fucking hot.”
Hot? What could possibly be—
Oh.
Fucking.
Hell.
It’s your fault for assuming it was Tae that Jimin went to the store with. It’s your fault for not even entertaining the possibility that Yoongi would dress up.
And it’s all your fault for not being able to process what’s happening because even your own brother teases you when you cannot form words.
You can’t help it. There’s literally no way.
Because seeing this man up close, decked out head to toe in shiny black leather and hair properly tousled as if he just had wicked sex?
How the fuck are you supposed to react!
“I think you broke a wire in there somewhere,” Jimin comments through puffs of giggles, finally snapping you out of your inappropriately timed trance. “Ah, there she is!”
Recover. Holy shit, you gotta recover.
“I just—” You gesture to the demon with your hands. “I didn’t think you’d ever dress up.”
And Yoongi has the audacity to respond with,
“Why?”
“I mean. I thought you were..” Flailing for anything, you blurt, “I dunno, boring?”
Amusement shoots out of both your brother and Jimin, carving a sickly upward curve into Yoongi’s face. When he looks away to poke his cheek, you know something’s coming.
But when he glances back and drags his eyes from your feet to your awaiting face, you're completely unprepared when he drawls,
“And you dressed basic for what?”
Disbelief slams your jaw straight into the ground, your little audience bent back with laughs so loud that some people around your group glance over.
Oh, you wanna launch yourself at him so fucking bad. Wipe that stupid, smug taunt off his face.
But there are other ways to come out victorious. And you can’t exactly do anything with your sibling so close.
“Alright. Okay,” you hum, nodding and thinking of a thousand ways to incite revenge in private. “I’ll remember that.”
“Won’t help you, doll.”
Shit, did he really just call you that out loud?
Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it he’s just saying that in the open because you’re a Barbie. “Whatever, Neo.”
Yoongi quickly smiles in confusion. “Neo? I’m a vampire!”
“Oh, yeah, cus you suck.”
Your brother and Jimin are full on titillated now. While one blows out air, the other plants a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder while creasing over from glee.
And you spot your friends arriving, which turns into perfect timing for you to slowly retreat with a middle finger and a lip bite. “Bye, suckas!”
Your brother can only shake his head before turning to grab a cup, and you barely—just barely—catch the fiendish spark in Yoongi’s eyes as he bites his grin right back.
You can’t believe you got through that whole interaction so smoothly.
Because every time you’ve caught peeks of Yoongi since then, your body’s reaction is downright visceral. Borderline feral.
And it reaches its peak when you get a text from the devil himself.
Yoongi [10:02pm]: Fuck
Shit, you can’t do this.
If you start texting now, too? There’s no way you’re gonna be able to resist him.
But the two drinks in your system are very smooth talkers, and you’re convinced immediately.
You [10:02pm]: what🥺
“Let’s go!” Yuri yells, dragging you along.
“Where’re we going?”
“Garage. Table’s about to be open.”
From the backyard, it takes a minute for you all to weave through the people inside to get to the designated card game area. So you don’t get to read Yoongi’s text until you’re waiting for a table to clear.
Yoongi [10:04pm]: You know exactly what
You [10:04pm]: 🤪🖕
Yoongi [10:04pm]: I better not find you alone
Fuck, you want that. Frankly, there’s literally nothing you want more right now.
It’s been way too long since you’ve seen each other, and even more since you’ve gotten to do anything that leaves you breathless.
So being this deprived and witnessing him in that costume? Yoongi’s the vampire but you’re the one that wants to suck the soul out of him.
You [10:07pm]: maybe i want that
It’s official. You can’t hold back your replies tonight even if you try.
Between drinking and a haze of thoughts solely connected to him, you find yourself getting more and more needy.
Yoongi [10:07pm]: You don’t
You [10:08pm]: but shyyy
You [10:08pm]: whyyy*
This is bad.
Why can’t he be super annoying instead—
Yoongi [10:10pm]: 🤷♂️
Well.
You [10:10pm]: 😐
Yoongi [10:10pm]: Lmaooo
Taehyung chuckles next to you, and you immediately lock your phone while giving him a slight nudge. “Shut up…”
“I will once you stop sexting.”
“We are not!”
“Uh huh. And I’m not wearing a suit.”
Scoffing, you give him a once-over, wondering why everyone except for Yoongi decided to forego a goddamn shirt today. “What are you supposed to even be?”
“A model.”
He’s full of shit. “You just wanted to wear this outfit, huh.”
“Yup.”
Small huffs leave you both as you wait just a bit longer, and you let the night air and music lift your spirits until you get another text.
Yoongi [10:13pm]: You look great, doll
Why does he have to say all the right things?
You truly don’t know how you ended up here. To be able to receive compliments like this from him of all people? It’s a wonder this whole thing isn’t just one big dream.
Fueled by the excitement and comfort only October can bring, you lean into this conversation and type a genuine reply.
You [10:13pm]: so do you baby
You [10:13pm]: i better not find you alone either
Wait.
Have you ever been that bold?
Seems like tonight is making you a bit scary, too.
Yoongi [10:14pm]: 👀
And rude.
You [10:14pm]: 😛😛😛
“Get off your phone, babe! Enjoy the night!”
“Sorry, sorry,” you whisper, belatedly dropping your device in your purse and following everyone to scraping chairs and rustling clothes.
The air feels even chillier at the table, and you’re thankful for the warm metal seat this time when your bare skin makes contact. Peering out of the garage, you can see that the night is still active as ever with more and more people walking around.
Maybe poker and cool autumn weather will quell the heat swirling in your core.
Nope.
Even your card game can’t distract you from what happened. You still have the whole thing running through your mind, replaying Yoongi’s expressions and feeling more and more want build between your legs.
Under a skirt that's completely the wrong length for how it feels outside.
But you try your best to focus on having fun with all of them, especially since Dom and Tae keep eyeing each other and smirking at you whenever you try to ask what’s up.
“You know what’s up.”
“Dom!”
“Don’t act like we can’t see it.”
Hiding your smile with a cup, you break, “What!”
“Babe, you are thinking hard about something,” Dominique points out as she swishes her long white locks—a perfect Storm on your left. As she lays out cards, another comment flies out, “And I don’t like that smile you got going on.”
“Yeah, what’s that all about!” Yuri joins in, and you pout at her high pigtails while she stares at her hand, chucking her cards in the center.
Then Reia folds, too, her pretty nails extending the sleeves of her ninja getup so well. “Probably thinking about her boyfriend.”
“He’s not my—”
Four pairs of eyes instantly give you a look to just give it up already, and you flounder as they all tease you in various ways.
“Is he coming?”
“Yeah, are we finally gonna meet him?”
“Yeah, babe,” Tae repeats, resting his smug cheek on a palm. “Are we gonna meet him?”
Glaring, you respond to the pair of cards in your hand. “Not yet,” you answer honestly. “Call.”
It’s you against Taehyung, and Dom flips another card in the center.
“Hold on,” he stops. Turning to you, he bets, “If I win, we get a name.”
What?
Gawking, you try to send him every single signal in the universe telling him to take that back. The chills you get compound with the dropping temperatures, and you suddenly can’t move your fingers.
Even Dom is shocked trying to play fair. “Hey, we don’t have to force them.”
But Yuri and Reia are already all for it, siding with Tae and getting excited for the face-off.
Shit, shit, shit. Your cards are good, but you never fucking know with your opponent. Someone even more mysterious than Min Yoongi.
Fuck it. “Fine,” you blurt, watching Tae’s eyes fully enlarge in surprise.
Oh, shit, did he not expect you to call his bluff?
Fuck, what if his hand is better!
Sweating while frozen all over, you wait for Dom to flip the final card.
Damn, damn, damn. You can just make up a name, right? You can just brush it off with a pseud and call it a night.
But you know they’d be able to tell you’re lying. So you have to win this, you have to win…
That last card may have just saved your ass.
You and Taehyung give each other a look, and you can’t tell if he wants to beat you or is sad that he thinks he did. Either way, he looks stricken.
“Straight,” he claims, laying down his cards while Yuri and Reia cheer.
And you breathe, checking your hand one more time before regarding him again.
With a flourish, you reveal your cards with a boisterous, “Full house, bitches!”
Loud groans mix with Dom’s close-call hiss of an exhale, and all the slaps on the table get the attention of everyone in the garage.
And outside of it.
While you’re raking in everyone’s chips, you glance over to see Jimin and Yoongi looking in from the sidewalk, some of their friends also wondering what the hell happened.
At this, you get so shy that you don’t even acknowledge them, instead turning right back to the table and sitting down with your winnings.
When Dom gives you a look, she asks, “You good?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you stumble, rubbing the cold from your arms. “Let’s keep going.”
After another shuffle and deal of cards, you finally gain the courage to look out into the driveway.
Only to see them talking amongst their group again.
This is agonizing.
Why the fuck did Yoongi have to dress up? It’s doing things to your insides that you never would’ve guessed, and watching him be all casual while looking like sin incarnate isn’t helping.
Maybe it’s the way his hair is still so ruffled, or the way his shoulders stand so broad—which never fails to destroy you.
Or maybe it’s the way some people give him the biggest heart eyes and others rope him into pictures, knowing that you’re the one that he just texted.
Your next hand is quick to be tossed on the table, which gives you a chance to glance again.
Of course, the thought that some people here are probably ones Yoongi’s been with before awakens darker parts of you.
Like that girl that just caressed his arm.
But they aren’t as powerful as before, because you’ve been reassured a thousand times over.
He’s not like that anymore.
But as he’s pulled in for a picture with some other Barbie’s, you’re promptly reminded that he’s still not outwardly taken, either.
Which coaxes another, sadder side of you to come out of hiding, casting a shadow over a fun Halloween night.
How much longer can you take being the one in the dark?
Screw waiting to find Yoongi alone.
You’d rather be standing together.
Activities bustle about the house while the neighborhood is very much still alive.
Some kids do brave Jimin’s scary yard and, thanks to his foresight, anyone who’s near the open doorway simply tells them to grab as much candy as they want from huge plastic cauldrons—while hiding any drinkware they might be holding.
The only reason you know any of this is because you found yourself near his front door with your friends, and two tiny witches walk up to the porch with full buckets.
You and Tae are the ones to greet them, with him beaming a hi and you following up with a question,
“What’s your favorite candy?”
“Chocolate!”
“I like gummi bears.”
Ah, that might be a no-go for the second one.
Leaning forward, you rummage through one of the plastic bins. “Ooh, I know we have plenty of chocolate, but.. I don’t know if we have gummi bears out here. Tae, can you check inside?”
“Yeah! One sec.”
As he leaves, you keep searching while Reia asks them another question,
“Can we know what spells you ladies are learning?”
One of them doesn’t respond, but the other in a frilly dress fires out an answer,
“I’m learning how to turn boys into cats!”
Excellent. Wide-eyed, you wholeheartedly support their decision. “That’s the best spell to learn. Can I see?”
“Yeah!”
Just as timing has it, Taehyung is far gone.
But a wonderful replacement shows up in Jimin and Yoongi as they're spotted walking across the yard, and you quickly call them over. It seems they’re joined at the hip tonight.
“What’s up!”
“Come here real quick!”
When they oblige, you check with the parents on the sidewalk and see if you’re taking too long.
When they give you a thumbs-up, you turn back to the kids, “Alright, let’s see it!”
“Okay!”
Yoongi gives you a look, and you grin. “She’s learning a new spell.”
As soon as the girl waves her wand, she shouts, “Turn into a cat!”
Straightforward. Succinct. Admirable.
Jimin immediately lets out a gasp and holds paw hands in front of his face, which makes the little witch giggle like hell.
But what Yoongi does makes everyone react, and your jaw unhinges while something wildly potent rushes through your stomach.
The man puts fingers on his head in the shape of cat ears—something you didn’t even know he knew how to do—and in the plainest voice, lets out a low,
“Meow.”
Oh. God.
Not only does Jimin burst at the seams, but you, your friends, the little girl, and her quiet companion all start laughing.
And Yoongi’s wide grin at the child almost brings tears to your eyes.
“That’s not a cat!” she corrects while smiling, and he’s immediately affronted.
“Yes, huh!”
“No!”
“Look! I have ears!”
“No! You sound like a human!”
“You need to keep practicing that spell then!”
Delighted, the little girls burst into laughter again.
Who is this man? You feel like you know more about him than you ever hoped to, and yet… Yoongi’s still a mystery.
One beautiful, scary, amazing mystery that you will never get tired of discovering piece by piece.
When your thoughts dissipate, you notice that he’s now aiming expectant eyes your way, and your heart beats extra extra loud.
But quickly, you understand. Raising your arms above your head, you do the same ear-shape with your fingers, beaming when he looks satisfied and feeling full when the little ones try it, too.
“We’re all cats now!” you exclaim, and they shout in agreement before running down the sidewalk to continue their adventure.
You have no idea what just happened. Zero clue.
But what you do know?
You’re not letting that go. There’s no way Yoongi’s escaping that interaction and you’re gonna hang it over his silly old head forever.
“I didn’t find gummi bears but we have fruit snacks—oh, they left?”
Swiveling, you regard Tae with shock. “Wait, you really looked that whole time?”
“Ah.. Yeah. Felt bad cus, umm. All the gummies in there are definitely not for kids.”
“Oh, it’s okay.” Chuckling, you give the other two boys a grateful look. “I think they left pretty happy anyway.”
There’s one other thing you know for sure.
Seeing how Yoongi can be with children?
Any sanity you had left to give has been absolutely, positively vanquished.
Jimin’s whole cul-de-sac seems to always throw parties that people love to stay at.
An hour later, it’s still packed around the semi-circle of houses, and even you are delightfully buzzed and joining in some of the action.
But even though the alcohol is helping, you are still freezing.
Of course, there’s no way you’re letting your brother get another told-you-so in his bucket, so you endure the cold as you watch him and Shiv challenge Yoongi and Jungkook in beer pong.
To no one’s surprise, the youngest one has also chosen to not wear anything under his white suit. With clattering teeth, you refuse to believe he’s not shivering under that thing, too.
“Y’all took so long to win that one,” your brother shit talks early. “You ready?”
Kook’s brows pinch as he whines. “I thought he was good at this!”
“I am!”
As Yoongi fires off excuses to an unconvinced Jeon, you and a couple people laugh at their spat. But it’s when he claims that he’s just rusty that your sibling interjects,
“Oh, bullshit, Yoong’s lying! I do all the work when we duo!”
Ah. There they go. Eyes and mouths adorably creased to hell, “The fuck you don’t!”
“Oh, yeah? You don’t do shit!”
“Me? What the fuck happened last time!”
Gosh, there’s a lot of bodies walking through the backyard right now. You have to shift around as they pass your area, and what the fuck did someone brush your ass?
You jut your head sideways to see if anyone looks guilty, but the whole crowd just keeps moving.
Well. It wasn’t a blatant slap or anything. You definitely would’ve thrown hands if that was the case.
Their argument comes back into focus as you shiver.
“When?”
“At Hobi’s?”
“Okay, wait, that doesn’t count.”
“It does—!”
Your brother’s unannounced shot drills into the cup right in front of Yoongi’s crotch, and everyone around the table stops on a dime.
“Can we play now?” he asks, tilting his head. “It won’t take long.”
Shiv adjusts the red cap on his head, and it’s hilarious seeing him so serious in a full pokemon trainer costume. Especially when he shrugs at your opponents while they pin him with annoyance.
If you weren’t freezing, you would’ve laughed a little more. Your arms are fully caging you in at this point, and it’s hard to even rub your legs together.
More people walk through the area, and you have to shuffle backwards again to make room as they pass by.
“You look so good, Barbie!” one of the girls praises, and you compliment her matching aesthetic just as genuinely.
Your brother was right yet again.
There are plenty of pink and white outfits walking around.
Unfortunately, this combo that you decided on pulls eyes the whole night, all of which you are choosing to ignore.
There’s only one person you dressed up for today. Everyone else can take a damn hike.
Maybe this is why you’ve gravitated towards your brother and his friends instead of wandering more. Taehyung and the girls went back to playing cards, but you wanted to watch this game despite going solo.
Oh, well. There’s a whole group of you watching and you’re getting a little warmth from body heat now.
“Course it won’t take long.” Yoongi rubs a wrist, and you puff out air when he gives Shiv flack. “Not with him on your team.”
“Hey!”
The game commences, and everyone’s missing cups by the slightest mistakes. But one by one, they get set aside as shots finally start falling for Shiv and your brother, and pretty soon they’re down to the last one while Yoongi and Jungkook have a bunch.
Frankly, you don’t exactly remember how it all went down. Because all you can think about is how attractive Yoongi looks when he competes.
And watching him dip soaking fingers in water cups isn’t helping your mental in the slightest.
Fucking hell, you didn’t think this through. The price of finally getting to be around him? You can’t do much else except watch.
And your self-control has never been tested so egregiously in your life.
“Any last words?” your brother asks, his partner rolling an airy ball in his fingers.
And Yoongi takes a deliberate sip of his liquor before responding with a drone, “Yeah, hurry up.”
Smiling, you feel pity for the vampire. Because he’s about to lose whether Shiv makes this or not—which he in fact sinks with no issue.
Your brother only shrugs as people yell around the table, and you taunt Yoongi with your eyes as he turns to poke his cheek, fishing out the shot with long fingers.
Still a goddamn menace.
“I thought you were good at basketball,” Jungkook complains in a huff, roping his attention.
“I am.”
“So do something!”
“Am I holding a basketball?”
Jeon groans, but Yoongi quickly eyes Shiv with all the confidence in the world as he switches his attitude with a resigned,
“Fine.”
And he makes a quick dagger shot, too.
All of you react as mister basketball holds lazy arms out, and your sibling calms the crowd down with swipes. “Fluke! Nah, hey, that was a fluke!”
“Don’t listen to him.”
“Okay then, do it again, bitch.” Immediately, your brother hits a fast one into the same last cup, and people erupt again while Yoongi and Jungkook regard the solo with dread.
Your laugh seems to reach both their ears, because they both look at you with different faces,
“Whose side are you on!”
“You got something to say?”
“I’m not on anyone’s side,” you clarify with a smile. “You all suck.”
While Yoongi cocks a brow, your sibling calls you out with a knowing laugh, “You wanna shoot for them?”
“No, I’ll make it.”
He chortles again, and you get the strangest look from his best friend—someone that doesn’t know you’ve had plenty of experience doing this with your brother when you were both bored at home.
Is that pride? Curiosity? An intriguing mix of both?
Whatever it is, you feel wings flutter about your stomach and fight to keep your emotions internalized.
“Just lose already,” your sibling taunts. “Then we can do that thing Jimin’s talking so much shit about.”
“The haunted house?”
“Yeah, that.”
After both guys fail to make a comeback, you watch your brother and Shiv gloat as much as they possibly can.
And you’re about to move forward when another group of people blocks your way, damn near tripping as you step back.
While you’re waiting, a guy spots you and throws his arms up in recognition. “Hey! What’s up, how’ve you been!”
Huh.
Who is this man? Are you supposed to know him?
“Hi!” you call back, deciding to stay polite more than anything else.
Truly, you kinda feel bad because you have no idea who this is oh he’s going in for a hug. Okay. Strange but that’s whatever okay whoa it’s a full hug. Ah, he’s really squeezing you. Alright. Interesting.
As he lets go, you try to make small talk and ask how he’s doing. Because you feel terrible for not… remembering him...
He’s already walking away.
And you feel the most uncomfortable you’ve felt in months.
Umm.
What the fuck was that? Did he know you or not?
…Did he just want a hug to feel your tits?
Motherfucker.
Your eyes find Yoongi as soon as you feel an ick, now exceedingly cold both inside and out. All this time, you’ve avoided all the stares and only smiled while politely leaving others behind.
So to feel that disrespected just because you were considerate makes you want to hurl.
But when Yoongi moves to strip off his coat, you freeze for another reason.
Because he’s watching that dude leave.
Looking pissed.
Something deep inside of you rumbles to life, and you can’t explain what it feels like wait what’s he doing now? Why’s he walking right towards you why is he—
He’s not—
What is he doing?
He’s not gonna—not in—not in front of everyone, right? Not in front of your brother, right?
Right?
…This is bold as fuck.
Your denial is so substantial that you don’t even move when he gets close, handing you incredibly warm material and looking murderous in a black tee and pants.
“Here,” he offers, voice hardened gravel. “Put it on, doll.”
Damn. No subtlety this time?
You don’t even wanna know what your brother could possibly look like right now. All you feel are several eyes watching your every move, including some that aren’t particularly friendly.
But you whisper out a quiet thank you before he shakes his head.
“I should’ve done this sooner.”
“You didn’t know.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
When you take one look at his expression, you drop any other sentences you were gonna say.
Yoongi is actually furious.
Your stomach churns up a flurry of emotions as he turns, nodding to your brother that’s looking over with Shiv.
Ah, fuck. Did all of them see that, too?
They don’t need to do anything drastic. You’re fine if just.. feeling a little violated.
Okay maybe you’d look the other way if they avenged you.
“Y’all good over there?”
“Yeah.”
Oh. Your brother didn’t see a thing.
That’s probably best for everyone involved.
“Let’s go then!” he yells, finishing his drink while Shiv puts all the cups back in place.
And Yoongi stays next to you, not caring if people give him looks. “Come on,” he mutters. “Just stay with us.”
“Okay.”
No other words are spoken as you walk out the backyard.
But when Jimin pops up with Taehyung and your friends, Yoongi pulls him aside while you ask how the poker games went.
The usual comments spring up immediately. Yuri complains about Taehyung being too good, and Dom and Reia quickly tell her she needs to work on her face.
Laughing the edge off, you see your brother checking his phone.
And just like the shadowed expression Jimin now has on his face, the hand your sibling smoothes over his head doesn’t seem like a good sign.
The haunted house was amazing, and it was a wonder you got through it in your shoes.
But you need a break after all that screaming. And you already spent a lot of time saying goodbye to your friends before they left.
So instead of joining Taehyung and his group in conversation, you keep to your own thoughts, sipping on punch while watching balloons cross kitchen tiles.
Ironically, you need anything to get through the loneliness.
Even more people latched onto Yoongi earlier. Which you should’ve seen coming after his whole ensemble was revealed.
But he had to keep them entertained because he isn’t taken. Not officially; not to them. There couldn’t be hints of him being cuffed, especially when your brother could see him at any moment.
Did you feel jealous? Upset?
To your pleasant surprise, not really.
Because unlike New Years, there’s been more history between the both of you that can never be repeated anywhere else. Ties that have woven between your bones and connections that you have no plans to sever.
You cherish them. And you’d like to think that he does, too.
All the flirting just sucked to see up close, though.
A sudden tap on your shoulder makes you jump.
“Fuck, sorry. You okay?”
As you see your brother and not another stranger, relief floods your system. And you hate how jumpy you are.
So you lie a bit. “Yeah, why?”
Hmm. He looks… out of sorts. You’re halfway into questioning the bend in his brows when he quickly asks,
“You good to go home with your friends?”
Wait, huh? That’s new. “Oh. They left but Tae’s here. You okay?”
“Something came up at work so I’m heading back.”
“The fuck? On Halloween?”
He shakes his head before running a hand over his chin. “Yeah, I dunno. But if you don’t wanna leave just have him bring you back.”
Damn. He’s not even concerned about you staying? What the hell is going on?
And thinking about things… do you wanna stay anyway?
Looking out into the house, you do a quick sweep before deciding that you’re gonna tough this night out. Taehyung’s still here, and you can hang with his circle.
You’re staying. Wishing for the best, you let him go. “K. Hope it’s all good.”
“Nah, it’s fine. I just have to clean up someon's mess.” Your sibling squeezes your shoulder in a final goodbye before stepping away. Pointing to the ground, he warns, “No one better try shit with you.”
“Go,” you usher with finality. “Text me when you’re home.”
“K.”
He heads out, and you’re left with your cup that you forgot you even had.
Staring into it, you somewhat wish you heard a familiar laugh in your ears. Throwing yourself back to that New Years night when Yoongi hung back in the kitchen just to talk.
Maybe he’s still preoccupied. Even after you gave him back his coat, ignoring his look of confusion.
After another half hour of feeling alone, with no vampire man in sight, you admit you're a little defeated.
Maybe you should have left, too.
Your purse buzzes, and you slowly fish out your phone while not looking at anything in particular.
But when you focus on your screen, your heart squeezes in double time.
Yoongi [12:43am]: Where are you?
Feeling a mix of emotions—relief, confusion, anything in between—you text back.
You [12:43am]: kitchen. but i was about to leave..
Yoongi [12:44am]: Don’t
Yoongi [12:44am]: Gimme a sec
This is it.
This is why you stayed.
Because one thing Yoongi has always proven to you is that he will make time. Whether it takes him a day, three months, or two hours.
Yoongi [12:50am]: Come up, doll
And you will wait forever.
However long it takes.
You [12:51am]: ok
It’s a short trip up the stairs from near the kitchen, and you wonder what’s gonna greet you when you get to the second level.
Are people up there? Is he just telling you to come so he could be near you? Or is this a clandestine meeting where he steals you from the night like the fiend he’s dressed as?
All of these thoughts wander about your head like specters.
But as soon as you reach the top, all you see is Yoongi, glancing up from his phone before stowing it in a coat pocket.
So unfair.
In the obnoxiously red and orange lighting, he looks even more devastating, standing like he’s been haunting your dreams for years.
And you hate how small your voice is when you greet him with a measly, “Hi..”
Very much unlike yours, Yoongi’s energy is loud. Powerful. He takes his time, consuming you with his gaze and making you feel so, so shy in heels that are somehow still on.
“Come here.”
“You sure?”
He hesitates.
And with a heavy heart, you wonder if he has the same question.
But he walks toward you instead, and you feel vulnerable. Nervous.
What’s he doing? What are either of you doing?
There’s a lot of people here still, and it’s not like they don’t know you. And they clearly know Yoongi quite fucking well.
God. You hate this uncertain, murky feeling. Because it could be solved so simply, so quickly.
But nothing in life is ever quite that easy for you, nor for him. So the paranoia lingers and lingers.
However.
When this man leads you away from the stairs, your fear spins into thrill, your nervousness taking on a new meaning.
“Yoongi…?”
With a shuffle of leather, you’re positioned right in a corner, breath catching because holy shit anyone could come up at any moment.
Why is Yoongi not nearly as concerned as you feel? Is he not jittery with nerves?
Judging by his lowered lids and unbothered line of lips, no, he is not.
As he looks around, warmth from his coat slowly swallows you on both sides. His hair cascades forward; his breath can be heard in the space between.
And you really do feel like he steals you away—from the night, the party, the world.
“Now what,” you whisper in pure nervousness. “Gonna bite me? Drink me? Suck me… Dry…”
His lips ghost along your neck, and you grant him all the access you have when he murmurs,
“Is that what you want?”
Your check for understanding is a sigh, “Want…hmm?”
“Me to suck you dry.”
You know what he means. And you’re already fighting for air as your exhale shakes. “Yes,” you admit. “Lemme do it, too.”
His dark hum rumbles your core. “Uh uh,” he rejects, one arm separating you from the rest of the room. “Only good girls can do that.”
That’s unfair. Fuck, that is really unfair.
You pant before gripping his coat in your fingers. “I’ll be good.”
“You’ll be what?” he asks, licking a small stripe along your throat and making you flinch.
“Fuck.” Your breath is harsh now. Very, very harsh. “A good girl.”
“Good.”
You feel the slightest nick of teeth as he lunges into your neck, and you have to clamp your lips shut to keep from mewling out loud.
Holy fuck, you’re already so wet.
There’s no way Yoongi can suck you dry at this point. Certainly not with the limited amount of time you have.
And the motherfucker knows it, his laugh pulsating down your spine. “So sensitive.”
“Yoongi—”
Again, he attacks, sucking hard once before running his tongue along the sting.
Thoroughly overwhelmed, you dissolve into mush. Your legs buckle under the pleasure, sparks of desire firing along your limbs as your ankles work double to keep you upright. “Baby...”
“You taste so fucking good.”
More. You need more and you need it now. “I wanna—”
Without warning, his lips finally find yours, arms fully encasing you in leather as he slams both hands on the wall.
“Yoo—”
And your heart leaps into the kiss while your fingers zip right to his face, tugging him in until your noses smush.
For someone with a million concerns before, you’re devouring him without any shits given and it’s magnetic. Electric. Magic. Sparks zip down your skin, pebbling your nipples and sending your toes in curls.
Hints of whisky and smoke pepper your tongue, and you know your breath proved similar if just a bit more reserved.
But you can tell something’s off.
He’s holding back.
Why? Why are his hands still firmly on the wall? Why is he keeping his distance even though you’re standing right here?
If you’ve been fiending to touch him the whole night, he had to be feeling the same way.
So what’s with the sudden hesitation?
Your body thrums with need, yearning for those large palms to roam and venture across every inch. Aching for him to erase that stupid hug from earlier in a way only he can.
“Baby,” you whisper. “Please.”
“Please what.”
“I need you.”
“I’m right here.”
“No, I”—you grip one of his wrists—“Please touch me.”
“In here?” He pauses, pinning you with concern. “You sure?”
Swallowing, you take in the music and conversations downstairs, hearing laughs and other exclamations.
Were they always that loud?
“I’m doing this for your own good, doll.”
Heart stuttering hard, you question, “Why?”
Yoongi only lets out a huff. “Cus…” Leaned in fully, his hot breath fans your face, all of his dark syllables drenching you in hellfire,
“If I touch you, I’m not gonna stop.”
“Fuck,” you rush out, breathing so hard your chest billows out. “I want that.”
“You don’t.”
Fuck yes, you do. You aren’t letting another chance pass by. You’re feasting on him whether it’s for two seconds or one thousand, and he’s gonna do the same to you.
Because as much as he’s holding back, you can tell he wants nothing but to tear you apart. A monster in the red lights strung around the game room.
And you���ll let him.
Consequences be damned.
“I do,” you finally admit with a whoosh. “I don’t give a shit right now, Yoongi, just do it—”
Any other words are snatched from your mouth as you’re pinned against the wall, your reward in the form of rough skin and thick leather sliding all along your sides.
Immediately, the coil in your belly rumbles to life, tightening click by thrilling click as you tug him in even closer.
Between kisses, you grit out how stupidly attractive he looks, and his chuckles are so dark that you feel them shake your core.
“Thought I was boring.”
Another groan into his mouth. “You know I didn’t mean that.”
“Say sorry then.”
It’s your turn to giggle, “And if I don’t?”
Fingers ghost along your throat before they squeeze in warning. “Try it.”
Attempting a whine, you press your shoulders back into the wall, fingers still clinging to his dark shirt. “I kinda… I kinda want to.”
“I know you do.” He shoves one of your legs away with a strong thigh, pushing his weight forward and accusing, “Wanna be a brat so bad, huh.”
Desire is doing wonders for your confidence. You’re not gone, but you’re influenced enough to let your thoughts flow.
All you needed was the last hit of this man’s magnetism. “Wanna be a lot of things for you..”
Amusement rumbles out like thunder. “Like what.”
Giggling, you admit, “I didn’t dress like this for nothing.”
“I know.” He kisses you in a way that has you swooning. “I could get used to this.”
“This wouldn’t get old?”
“Fuck no.” His hands move straight to your ass. “Not if it’s you.”
Confused, you pout in a whine. “You said it was basic.”
“It is.” He goes right for your neck for another feast. “And it’s fuckin’ hot.”
He then nips your skin in earnest, tugging his name out of your throat and causing you to claw into his hair.
“That guy just wanted to feel me,” you suddenly sigh, hating how you’re still thinking about it even now.
“I know.” Yoongi stops before watching your eyes. With a finger on your chin, he checks, “You okay?”
“Just make me forget it.”
He keeps his gaze on you for a moment more, forehead pressing against yours before he vows, “You will. He won’t.”
And your lips are fully captured before you can respond.
You missed this. You missed this so fucking bad and you’re pretty sure you’re saying everything out loud but you don’t mind. Yoongi deserves to hear it and you are gonna live this out to the fullest.
If he doesn’t hear you, he certainly feels you. In the way you rake at his hair, tug at his chest, sling your arms around his beautiful neck.
But your frantic actions are stopped when he growls,
“Fuck, you shouldn’t’ve come up here.”
“Wait, why—”
“Cus now I’m—Fuck it, come on.”
Before your mind catches up, your body is being rushed into the nearest door: a guest room that’s surprisingly not occupied.
“Yoongi, what—”
He holds a finger on his lips before peeking through the door, and he shuts it with a click when he seems convinced.
And you’re even more alone with the demon of your dreams—now shrouded in bright white from the string lights in this space.
You have no choice but to submit to his hands, stomach flipping as he seizes your lips with newfound energy. When you respond in kind, he backs you up until your legs hit the guest bed, setting off another alarm in your fizzing brain.
“Baby, you sure?”
“I won’t do much.” Yoongi lowers you down, steadying himself on an elbow. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” His gaze is steady on yours. “Nervous, though.”
Because it’s true. Even if your brother isn’t in the house, there’s a high possibility one of his friends walks through that door. One of Yoongi’s friends, even.
“We don’t have to, doll.”
And if you’re honest…
The thrill of it is enticing.
“We can.”
“I got us,” he assures with a kiss, now grinning like mad. “Lemme live this out just once.”
A bit shy, you bite your lip to combat your nerves. And the million butterflies raging in your ribcage. “And what would that be.”
“Not telling.”
Of course. “You suck.”
Puffs of mirth leave his mouth before he consumes you, and you feel unbelievably scandalous and loving every second.
Because you saw Yoongi leave the door unlocked. There’s no recovering if someone opens it without you both hearing them, because the closet is opposite from the bed. You will absolutely not get there in time.
Be it the holiday itself, or the fact that Yoongi’s positively enjoying himself, you feel more enthralled by the danger than you’ve ever been.
And the fluttering in your chest triples when he lifts your tee. “Baby—!”
“Chill, love,” he laughs, a glint in his eye as he kisses your bra. “Never done this before?”
“No, but—fuck.”
Your soft moan stems from him slipping your bra down, licking at your chest and groaning at your scent.
“God, you’re so perfect.”
Fervently disagreeing, you reply so lightly, “Not at all.”
“You are.” Another kiss to your lips before he moves down to your throat, squeezing one of your breasts with purpose. His weight feels heavenly on your torso, which you label the most ironic given how sinful he looks. “Couldn’t fucking wait to get you alone.”
Fucking hell, do you feel the same. Truthfully, you didn’t think you’d even get the chance. As you arch into his chest, your bare skin heats under his mountain of dark clothes. “Wanted to be with you all night…”
“Same.” The next kiss proves deep, and he slides a hand under your head to claim as much of you as he can. His lips leave yours with a pop before he grips you with conviction. “Fuck, you should’ve been.”
Oh.
You know why he’s holding you so hard.
And it touches the deepest, softest parts of your soul.
Gently holding his taut wrist, you whisper, “It’s okay, baby.”
His eyes stay closed, blocking you from hearing anything that he could be thinking.
But it’s your turn to lift his chin with a finger, and you reassure him with everything you have,
“Nothing happened. Don’t worry, okay?”
Yoongi still doesn’t answer, which makes you sad. One dude shouldn’t ruin both of your moods hours after the fact. He can eat shit and Yoongi deserves to be the one enjoying a perfect night.
So you vow to make that reality.
“Besides,” you continue, waiting until he finally looks at you. When he does, you slyly smooth both hands over your breasts, pushing them together right in front of his face. “These are yours, right?”
Like a switch abruptly flipped, Yoongi’s whole demeanor changes on a dime.
Hungry eyes rake over your chest before he plants a kiss on your fingers before anything else. “What else is mine.”
Your cunt quakes at the question, making you drag one of his hands down to the side of your ass. “This,” you whisper, biting back glee as he grabs right at it.
His mouth hovers over yours now, voice so low it sounds more like distant thunder, “What else, doll.”
And whatever made you so bold washes away in an instant. Because you know what you wanna say but it’s the hardest one to let fly.
Of course, Yoongi knows this. It’s the only reason he’s being so cheeky about it now. “That it?” he asks with a lilt. “You sure?”
Gnawing your lip, you shake your head, garnering more and more courage to tell him one last answer.
“Don’t be shy,” he orders through a wicked grin. “Tell me.”
Just say it. All you have to do is whip it out of your mouth and you can get on with it—
A bunch of voices start getting louder and louder from outside the door, and Yoongi reacts before you can process what to do.
Tee shoved back on and skirt rumpled to hell, you’re quickly rushed to the closet, thankful that Jimin’s house is fucking enormous and gives every bedroom double-doored enclosures for clothes.
Conversation gets even closer. Someone is definitely coming in holy shit shit shit.
Adrenaline courses through your veins as you settle on a sidewall, and the fact that there’s enough room for you to stand sideways is enough to distract your harrowing thoughts.
But Yoongi shuts the doors with practiced ease, dousing the space in darkness with only small strips of light to illuminate.
So fucking unfair.
Just him peeking through the crack in the doors makes you suffer, chains dangling from his chest and the mischievous glint in his eyes giving you pain.
Why does his side profile have to be so perfect? Why is this bad boy adjacent version of him enough to send you into orbit?
Suddenly, two voices burst into the room.
And you recognize both of them.
“—like you said, right?”
“I know, but…”
It’s Tae.
And Jimin.
“Then hey,” you hear your friend say with hope. “It’s okay.”
The coincidence of those words in that room does not get past you.
“You really think so?”
There’s a bit of silence before Taehyung responds, but you suddenly get distracted by someone much, much closer.
Because Yoongi’s slowly roaming a finger along the hem of your skirt, hooking it in and slowly tugging you forward what the fuck!
When your wide eyes meet his, you can tell he’s thoroughly enjoying this. And you have to clamp your mouth shut when he casually starts feeling over your shirt.
What the fuck is he doing!
This man is going to be the end of you.
“So yes. Let’s go back down, yeah?”
“Okay… Just give me a moment.”
Delirium. You’re approaching delirium as Yoongi now watches you suffer, and you buckle when he travels under your tee—up, and up, and impishly ducking his thumb under your bra.
And you almost can’t deal with the feeling.
Because your senses are upped to the highest setting, body on full alert and having to keep quiet when at his mercy.
You feel legitimately wild, mad, drunk off Yoongi’s presence alone. There are literally people on the other side of thin wood and he’s driving you up every closet wall in the house.
Out of your mind, you aim for his neck when you launch your own silent ambush.
And it’s his turn to suffer when you grab at his chains, because you tug him enough to get access to his neck as soon as you hear your friend again.
“Even this room looks nice and it's unused. Seriously, you did a good job.”
“Most of it was your idea.”
“Me? I only suggested it because I knew you could do it.”
Yoongi’s breath puffs over your shoulder, and he buries his head in your tee while you lick and suck him with a vengeance. His hands grapple your hips, taking no time in circling back over your ass.
“Thanks. Okay, I’m ready.”
“Finally. It was getting boring in here.”
A laugh tinkers out before Jimin hums in confusion.
“Weird. Thought I told people to not touch this bed.”
“You just sat on it.”
“I didn’t sit on that side.”
Taehyung responds right as you grope Yoongi’s crotch, and his body locks so hard you flinch at his grip.
“It’s probably nothing. The bed’s still made.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
Mercifully, the guest door opens again before shutting, and you’re left in the weighty silence and faint bass of music coming from downstairs.
Adrenaline still at its peak.
“You’re gonna pay for that.”
“Says you,” you pant, mewling when his lips latch onto your neck for the umpteenth time. “What do we do now?”
After another suck, Yoongi lifts his head. “With what?”
“This,” you clarify, gesturing to the closet space. “We have to leave, right?”
“Do you want to?”
You pause.
If you leave now, you can sneak out of the room and no one will ever know you spent seven minutes in heaven with Min Yoongi.
But if you stay…
“Not really,” you whisper in admittance. “You?”
“Fuck no.”
Your giggles end up in his mouth when he claims you, and you grab at his chains in earnest, tugging him closer before raking impatient fingers through his ruffled locks.
And you’re already fine with this situation. Making out with this man in a closet? Who would’ve thought you would have this opportunity in the history of ever?
So when you feel wandering fingers between your legs, your reaction comes out a high mewl. “Wait—What are you—”
“Careful, doll,” Yoongi quells. “Gotta keep that mouth shut, yeah?”
You nod before realizing he probably can’t see, so you whisper an affirmative before slamming your lips shut.
Because one touch of his fingers on your covered slit has you already losing it.
A manicured hand slaps over your mouth as you widen your legs, gripping his coat with the other as he surrounds you mentally and physically. All you can think about is the way he’s calmly shifting your panties, expertly sliding over your cunt and chuckling right in your ear.
“You’ve been this wet this whole time?”
Gasping, you hum out a yes, and Yoongi laughs the scariest you've ever heard him,
“Nah, we’re fucking in here.”
Holy fuck, what?
“Baby,” you plead in his ear, wanting him in every way possible but knowing you don’t have a condom. “We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“We don’t have—”
“Yeah, we do.” When he senses your confusion, he peeks out the closet door before... leaving.
What the fuck! What is he doing why is he going for a casual stroll with a boner right now?
Oh, he’s back already. But you’re still holding your heart with a goddamn fist.
When Yoongi holds one up, he laughs. “I actually didn’t know if he had some up here, by the way.”
“Sure you didn’t.”
He smirks before pocketing the package, grabbing your face and kissing all the lingering fright from your features. His tongue slides all along yours before he sucks, and his teeth drag over your plush when he lets go. “You down?”
Drunk off his continuously great make-out sessions, you slur out, “Hmm?”
“We don’t have to.”
Your smile is automatic. Knowing Yoongi’s still asking even though he was dead set on it makes giving him the go-ahead even easier.
But you both hear another smatter of activity in the game room outside. And it seems like people are starting to use the pool table.
Fuck.
Do you really go for it?
You’re gonna have to be silent as the grave if you do, because this will be the most sordid position you can be found in.
…Fuck it. Screw it. It’s Halloween and you’re dancing with the devil.
“Yes we do,” you scoff. “But if you break my heels we’re gonna fight.”
His quiet bout of laughs makes you melt, and his fingers feel positively intoxicating when they find your cunt again.
Your shoulders hit the wall with a soft bump as you arch, back to sewing your mouth closed and smushing your head in his clothes. His name slips out on your breaths, and his growls make you quiver with more and more impatience,
“So fucking wet.”
Fuck.
“Gonna take this dick so well.”
Nope. You can’t wait anymore. You don’t care who the fuck is out there, you’re folding and folding fast.
“Please, baby,” you pant. “I need you. Now.”
Yoongi obliges immediately, spinning you around and pinning your front against the wall.
Well, you think he’s on the same page.
Until he clamps a hand over your mouth before fingering you from behind holy fuck you might come any moment now.
Your hands slide into fists on the wall as you moan in his fingers, shoving your ass back to glean as much delicious friction as you can.
“There you go,” Yoongi praises. “Just like that.”
You’re gonna come. You’re already gonna come and he’s hitting every fucking spot to speed up the process. It’s almost unbelievable how quickly he can launch you off the edge, but you suspect this time has something to do with the thrill of your whole situation.
You feel bad.
And it feels fantastic.
“Babe,” you whisper, turning your head. “I’m already close.”
When you clasp a hand around his wrist, he finally finally finally grants you into heaven’s gates. You feel him let up, and you wait with tiny shakes as he rips the condom pack open with ease. The clink of his belt tickles your ears just right, and you quickly think about other dark things.
After a moment and more clothes shuffling, you feel his hands slide along your hiked up skirt before gripping your ass, never failing to worship your body and making you feel fucking pretty.
When he leans forward, his warm shirt and chilly chains on your bare skin alone push you even further. “Hands over that mouth, doll,” he rasps in your ear. “Can’t be loud for me this time.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Good girl.”
As soon as you do what you’re told, you regret not pressing down harder.
Because Yoongi plunges into you so smoothly that your moan almost flows right out of your fingers.
Holy shit you really were that wet. But he's still so big. So, so big, and filling you too well fuck are you being too loud because it feels so fucking—
“Thought you were just gonna dip without saying bye?”
Oh, fuck.
Yoongi did not wait until he was inside of you to say that.
“Think you’d just show up looking cute and talk some shit, huh.”
Damn it. He did. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s a demon and you have nowhere to run now.
Delightfully frightened, you shake your head in denial. Repeatedly and full of terror.
“Show me up then.”
He stops all his movements, and you’re left to your own devices. Stranded on his dick with only the wall and your heels to support you.
Oh, he’s a killer.
And he’s all yours.
Thrusting back, you start slow, groaning into your hand at how large he is. It’s a wonder you can even move, and your jaw unhinges when you feel his dick hit a certain spot just right.
Again, and again, you fuck him as deep as you can take, slamming your ass into his pelvis and finding pride in the divots he’s sinking into your cheeks.
Yoongi’s still unhelpful, but you can tell he’s breaking. His grip is getting harder, his minuscule groans lower and more forced. Even the tiniest curse makes you preen, and you throw a look over your shoulder to hear him better.
Which is the worst best thing to do.
“Fuck, doll.”
With quickness, he rams himself into you, a sweaty hand clasping right over yours just as you yelp.
“We aren’t finished with that,” he promises through gritted teeth, and he takes over before you can process what that means.
And his pace is relentless, pumping into you so well that every thrust catapults you across space and time.
You’re outright panting now, feeling him deep in your guts and the strong lines of his forearm pressed into your chest.
“Breathe in for me.”
And you do, feeling his hand close around your throat while fingers lodge themselves inside your mouth.
Fuck!
Your eyes roll so far back you can probably see him if you had light, and you’re mercifully let go before you need to gasp for oxygen.
“Again.”
When you obey, Yoongi chokes you again, and you’re finding it euphoric as he clasps your column even harder. Every time he does, you clench around his cock, and a warm feeling washes over you every time he lets go.
“How’s that feel, baby girl,” he asks, humming in approval when you drag a reply out,
“So good.”
“Good.” He kisses your sweaty cheek before easily admitting, “I like it, too.”
Stilling, you turn as far as you can to regard him, asking in the tiniest voice, “You do?”
He darts his eyes to your lips before nodding. “You can try it next time.”
You smile, not knowing why you feel shy in this position of all things. But maybe you’re just happy that he said that. Because he didn’t need to admit something so intimate in the moment.
“We’ll do whatever you want,” you vow in a murmur, closing your eyes when he captures your lips.
After sliding a tender hand down your cheek, he whispers, “Turn around.”
You immediately do, untwisting your back and relieving the tension in your neck. When you slowly move to face Yoongi again, he steadies you the whole way.
And as soon as you’re settled, he kisses you so hard you fall back against the wall again.
Hands come up to shove your tee upward and unhook your bra, and he gropes at your chest before ducking to take a nipple in his hot mouth.
Surging with pulses, you bury your face to muffle your moans, squeezing your eyes shut from pure ecstasy.
How the fuck are you doing this? With him? If you travelled back in time to tell yourself that this was gonna happen at a party someday, you would’ve been told to piss off.
“Love these tits,” Yoongi grits. “Fuck.”
“I didn’t wanna wear a bra.”
He immediately chuckles. Darkness and sin brushing your chest. “I would’ve left.”
You hum in mirth, knowing exactly what he means by that. As much as you wanted to tease him, you know that decision would’ve immediately gotten him in trouble.
And definitely other people, too.
But the more he keeps licking and sucking, the more you feel it coming. Release. The inferno. It’s on the horizon and you’re just awaiting the crash of relentless deluge.
“There you go,” he rumbles. “You gonna come?”
You pant out before nodding, every muscle thrumming like hell.
And he orders low in your ear, yanking your orgasm right out of your very center,
“Then come for me, doll.”
Your body wracks with jolts, stabs of lightning hitting every limb and locking them at hard angles. A rush of pleasure surges through, filling the closet with a heady scent that makes Yoongi groan pride into your neck.
“Uh huh,” he praises. “Still wanna talk shit?”
And you do. Tears leak from your eyes as you nod, orgasm riding farther than ever, waves unending and your mental shore nowhere in sight.
“Course you do.” Yoongi claims your mouth. “Fuckin’ love it.”
Still, you feel pulled, lost to the universe that’s him and him alone, and you want to reciprocate the same pleasure that he’s providing.
“Baby, I’m still—”
“Fuck—”
You don’t know what comes over your brain, or your body, or whatever else runs on autopilot. But you use the rest of your strength to shove him back, pushing him until he hits the other wall of the closet.
“D—”
You rush out a question before lowering yourself, “Did you come?”
“No, but—”
“Take it off.”
Stunned, Yoongi rushed to unsheath the wrapper, rubbing himself before you take control.
Nothing will stop you at this point. Anyone could come in and you’d still be pleasuring Yoongi until he breaks.
Because you want this. He’s earned this.
Your knees hit the ground right as you take him in your mouth, tasting the strange mix of salt and latex but knowing it won’t be for long.
This is what you’ve been wanting to do since he gave you his goddamn coat, and your imagination has been so vastly outdone by reality that you feel like none of it’s truly happening.
When you flick your eyes upward, you get another thing you’ve been yearning for.
Yoongi is fighting for his life.
You can barely see that his eyes are squeezed tight, and you catch a tiny glimpse of his mouth agape before he bites it shut. When you suck in hard, his whole body flinches, and for the first time that night, he’s the one with a hand over his mouth.
And you feel so fucking elated that you welcome the hot strings of cum painting your mouth, groaning around him and giggling when his essence slips right down your throat.
He’s promising dark and wonderful things above your head, and you feel him grip your chin as soon as you pop off of his dick.
“Open that mouth.”
You show him, hoping he can tell in the dim light that there’s no drop left on your tongue.
“Goddamn.”
You’re tugged up before your mouth is smothered by his, and you teeter on your heels for balance as he whips you back against a solid surface.
It looks like he wants to say something.
But nothing comes out as he clenches a fist next to your head.
As you both calm, only your breaths fill the closet, your scents of passion clinging onto coats and jackets, all of which you could’ve worn in place of the one he gave you.
But Yoongi did something so bold tonight that it was only natural for you to want to take the same risk.
As he kisses you slow, you respond in kind, rolling your lips with his and enjoying coming down from this high with him every time.
Shouts and yells from the game outside pierce into the closet, but both of you exist in your own little world. With you tracing the lines of his shirt and him gently straightening your clothes.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
“For what, doll,” he asks in return.
“Making me yours.” When you slightly pull on his jacket, you hope he gets what you mean. “Even if no one else knows.”
His tiny peck on your cheek is genuine and, if you aren’t mistaken, a little prideful. “They’re going to, doll,” he vows into your skin. “I told you, you're gonna get tired of me.”
"Lies," you sigh in peace. “So I get Halloween pictures with you next time, too?”
Yoongi freezes, standing straight before fishing out his phone.
And you fuss up a quiet storm before he lets you fix yourself, smiling at his camera as he squishes his sweaty, satisfied as fuck face right next to yours.
If anyone ever comes across those pictures on his phone, you will never ever tell them the context. They'll never know why your makeup looks like that, or why his hair is even more haphazard, or why you both look way too happy to be in a closet.
Even if they frightened you to death.
Some time later—and after a stressful time sneaking out with a smug Yoongi in tow—you find yourself downstairs and heading out the door with Taehyung.
After he asks where you were, you simply tell him the truth: you were with Yoongi. And end it at that.
With one look at your neck, he hums in amusement.
And you immediately slap a hand over it in shock, embarrassed to hell when he laughs.
But you let Tae tease you all the way home, knowing that you also caught a small glimpse of his life with Jimin. Not that you’ll tell him that until months from now.
When your phone buzzes, you immediately check what awaits you.
And you dissolve into mush yet again.
Yoongi [2:45am]: Text me when you’re home
You [2:45am]: but im not going to your place :((
What is home, if not where you feel the most at peace? Where you feel like you can be yourself and not worry about sneaking around? Where you know someone will protect you and be that person you can go to without any questions asked?
Yoongi [2:47am]: Next Halloween you will be
It’s definitely with Yoongi.
Right now, you know your home is with him.
Smiling, you type another text, full of contentment and looking towards the day all of this can be lived the way you both want.
You [2:47am]: turn into a cat
Yoongi [2:47am]: 😒
Taehyung looks at you when you laugh, and his grin grows when he can tell you’re genuinely happy.
And when Yoongi actually sends you a selfie matching the ear gesture he did earlier, you feel the endearing prick of hot tears in your eyes.
Yoongi [2:49am]: 1 Attachment
He has a distinct matching mark on his neck.
And you are one thousand percent sure he took the picture knowing it's visible.
Yoongi [2:50am]: Meow :)
Happy Halloween indeed.
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#BOO!! :)) happy halloween!#bts imagines#bts reactions#bts fic#bts fanfic#yoongi fic#yoongi angst#yoongi fluff#yoongi smut#yoongi x you#yoongi x reader#*ryenfictalk#ryenwrites#three tangerines#3tan#3tanoween#*latest#bts smut
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*SLAMMING FISTS ON TABLE*
EHEHEHEEHEEHH
YAYYAHAHGHEWGFGYEFEHGFGRYT
LOOK AT WHAT @canisxx DID FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEE
THEY DREW MY GOOBERS FROM MY GOOBER FANFIC
TEE HEE HEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
ITS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
*GOING FUCKING MENTAL*
BETTER THAN I EVER COULD AHAHAHAHAH
FOLLOW CANISXX PLEASE BECAAUSE HE'S MY BESTIE UHRHFGYRBFYRGHBTVRYJEGH
it is, in her words, *ahem*
"the yapper and the listener"
#tf2#team fortress 2#NOT MY ART#tf2 engineer#tf2 soldier#helmet party#rusted iron helmets#tf2 fanfiction#I PRINTED IT OUT CUS IT MADE ME A VERY HAPPY CHAPPY#g/t#g/t art#g/t community#tf2 g/t
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Vaggie dipping Charlie while dancing, leaning down and untying Charlie's bowtie with her teeth. is this a thing
actually, Vaggie stealing Charlie's clothes the entire time they're dancing
Nothing above the belt is safe from her. She opens and drags off Charlie's coat, wraps it around her own waist. Snags Charlie's bowtie, re above, ties it around her own wrist using just her mouth. whoops Charlie's suspenders just got pushed down her arms, nooooo resemblance at all to any other straps a person might get helped out of during and intimate situation-
by the time Vaggie's unbuttoning Charlie's shirt without messing a beat or step of their dance, Angel Dust is taking notes with one set of hands while covering Niffty and Lucifer's eyes with the other, Husk is looking sick and has actually stopped drinking, Alastor has the surviving egg boi propped up in front of him as a shield, and Cherri Bomb is cheering bc of the fiery tracks a very warmed up Charlie is leaving all over the ballroom floor
everyone finds out why chaggie aren't intimate in public more often... they are really really bad at remembering they're in public, or knowing when to STOP
Husk: "...what... the fuck are they doing?"
Angel Dust: "At this point? Each other, basically~"
Lucifer: "Why are my eyes being covered...?"
Cherri Bomb: "YEEAHHH!! AND THEY'RE HOT AS HELL! GET IT PRINCESS!"
Lucifer: "Oh. Ha ha ha! I see!" (shapeshifts) "But not literally. I don't see literally. I don't think I need ANY eyes at all right now!"
Cherri Bomb: "AHAHAHAHAH MORE FIRE!!! MORE MORE!!!!"
Niffty: "Fire? As in bon fire?? I AM MISSING OUT ON SOMEONE BURNING ALIVE!?"
Alastor: "I am terribly afraid we are not, dearest. Not unless you count this egg frying himself with his own blush."
Egg Boi: "Wowzer!"
Niffty: "Boo."
Vaggie: "Did one of you assholes just BOO us?!"
Angel Dust: "YA GIRLFRIEND IS HALF UNDRESSED TOOTS! HOW ARE YOU EVEN STILL NOTICIN' WE EXIST???"
Vaggie: "My hot girlfriend is half undressed you moron of COURSE I'll notice when someone boos her!!"
Husk: "Then put some fucking clothes back on her!"
Vaggie: (flips him off while charlie twirls her) "FUCK YOU! NO!!!"
Lucifer: "Oh apple of all the eyes I don't have right now! How're you feeling about all this, Char-char?"
Charlie: "I'm feeling... Wowzer... heheh~"
Angel Dust: "It was that thing with untying ya bow with her mouth, huh?"
Charlie: "HEHEHEHEH."
#hazbin hotel#vaggie#charlie morningstar#chaggie#angel dust hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar#husk hazbin hotel#niffty hazbin hotel#cherri bomb hazbin hotel#alastor the radio demon#incorrect quotes#silly nonsense#vaggie making sure charlie's clothes are neat and tidy right up until they step onto the dance floor#dancing is not worktime hours#dancing is admiring her girlfriend hours~
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Ashen Knight 9
Kid Cinder: *looking at their new identities* Pfft, Jaune? That's the name they gave you?
Rk Jaune: *shaking his head* It was my real name, Cinder. The only thing they changed was the family name.
Cinder: *laughing* But Jaune?! Really!? Ahahahahah! It's just a color! What, did your mom lack names that were related to your hair color?
Jaune: Yes, actually.
Cinder: ... Wait really?
Jaune: Seven sisters and a bunch of cousins that are all blond really weeded out the number of names they could use. Heck, if i remember correctly, i had... Have? *Shake his head* One of them was called dandelion and another crucifer, which is basically another name for mustard.
Cinder: ... That last one did sound badass though.
Jaune: ... I do have to agree on that one. *Taking another look at the false papers* The last name isn't bad at least.
Cinder: Amaryllis? Why? It sounds like we are from Argus.
Jaune: It's a good cover. A father and daughter leave Argus to search for a better life in Atlas-
Cinder: *deadpan* The grimmland would have been preferable to this god forsaken place.
Jaune: *roll his eyes* I know Atlas is the second worst place in Remnant after Mistral, but trust me when i say that i'd prefer to stay another hundred years in the ever after instead of getting my foot in the grimmlands for more than a week.
Cinder: *pouting* But i still want to go!
Jaune: ... *Kneeling down to her size, smiling at the little girl* Cinder, i know that you want to leave this place as soon as possible. *Chuckle* Trust me, i miss Vale as much as you hate Atlas... But you saw how Winter reacted when she talked about her dad. *Shaking his head* I can't just leave her alone, nor her or her siblings.
Cinder: *Sigh* I know that, but why can't i just use my semblance on him? It would be finished in a matter of seconds!
Jaune: *serious* And you'd have killed.
Cinder: *trying to justify herself* B-but he's a bad guy! Like in your stor-
Jaune: *Cutting her, his voice authoritative* Cinder!
Cinder: *surprised by Jaune reaction* W-whu-
Jaune: *sigh, calming his voice* Cinder... Killing is not a solution to a problem. It's a consequence. *Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath* Grimms don't have feelings. They don't have aspirations or dreams... But peoples? People have dreams. *Open his eyes, seeing Cinder's eyes reflecting his own* When you look at me, what do you see?
Cinder: *unsure* M-my savior? A knight?
Jaune: *shaking his head* Cinder, when i look at you, i see how good you can be. I see your future, i see all your potential... But do you know what i see when I have to kill someone? When they lay before me?
Cinder: *shake her head*
Jaune: *sigh* I see nothing... When they die, they cannot change anymore, Cinder. Death is the end, not A end, THE end. Killing someone is robbing them of their future, of everything they could have done. You cannot repent in death... *Look at his broken sword* Nor can you dream of better days...
Cinder: *looking down, ashamed of even thinking about killing Jacques* I'm sorry... I thought i could be useful... I just-
Jaune: *taking her in his arms, hugging her* You don't need to be useful, Cinder. You need to be you, to be happy!
Cinder: *slowly hugging the knight back, silently crying* B-but then... What good am i?
Jaune: *Tightening his hug a little bit* You aren't a tool, Cinder. You are a kid... Be kind, be happy... And that will be plenty enough.
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Let's see then 🤔🤔 Ngl lately I've been having such a hyper fixation on Arlecchino's hands, like not even in a sexual way (although.. 😏), I just think her hands are absolutely beautiful and the prettiest thing I've seen sooo...
Could I request sitting next to Arle while she's working or literally doing whatever and just absentmindedly playing with her hand cause they're just so pretty and how she might react to her s/o liking that part of her so much 🙏 Would NOT complain if it somehow lead to nsfw but I'm perfectly fine with maximum fluff 😌
Honestly, wdym "enough yapping", there is never enough yapping about Arlecchino.. I just think she's neat fr, I wanted to hug her so bad while catching up on the Fontaine story quests as well as her companion quest lol. And I am absolutely here to hype you tf up 😤😤😤💪💪 Keep up the great work as always ! Have a wonderful day
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HELLLOOOOOOO 🔥 ANONN!!:)) AHAHAHAHAH thank u for the ask, oh yes , FINALLY i have the opportunity to write about arlecchino's hands.. hoyoverse did her justice like oh THEY KNEW what they were doing to the sapphics.
- warning/s ; no smut, but a bit of suggestive content at the end:)
(men please dni utc!)
"hello, darling!"
you cheerfully greeted your wife, whom was working in the study room. she looks at you, nods at you, then looks back at the papers.
"hello my beloved, are the kids asleep?" she asks as you sit down beside her. you nod at her question, scooting over to peek at her papers, but not too close to invade her personal space and interrupt her. "yes, my love. the kids are taking their afternoon nap but.. what are you working on, hm?" you ask, staring down at her hands that held the papers. you could make out numbers and lengthy paragraphs of formal and fancy words, all of which arlecchino was reading and signing.
"just some financial reports, darling. nothing special, i was thinking of expanding our home to better.."
oh, you tried to listen, but as soon as your eyes focused on her hand, it made it hard for you to listen. "... and then we could improve our training facilities.." you heard, absentmindedly nodding at her words. ".. so we could make the children have more.." again, you nodded.
damn it, your wife wouldn't mind it if you held her hand just so you could focus better on her words, right?
so you grabbed her right hand in yours, the one that held the pen. she wasn't using it anyway since she was busy explaining to you her plans and ideals for the orphanage. "- and so i was thinking, beloved. in order to raise the children's competency, i wanted to have them isolated in the mountains, without any kind of support whatsoever. it will help improve their surviv-"
"WHAT? NO!"
you immediately cut her off, looking her with an absurd stare due to her suggestion. how could she even suggest that in the first place?
"of course, no, i wasn't serious with that suggestion, darling. i was testing whether you were listening or not, and you probably were not."
oh, you let out a sheepish chuckle, feeling a teensy bit embarrassed for being caught. regardless, arlecchino did not look upset and squeezed your hand that held hers. "is there something the matter, beloved? usually, you always diligently listen to my reports." she asks, genuinely concerned about you and it makes your heart flutter. it made you feel guilty, having to be distracted by a silly little reason, so you decided to listen to her better this time. "nothing, beloved. my mind was.. just preoccupied. let's talk about it later after you tell me your report." you told her, and arlecchino protested no further, explaining to you all over again her plans for the house.
you definitely did listen better this time, with your hands unconsciously fiddling with her hand. you were pressing on her palm, intertwining your fingers with hers, your thumb tracing small shapes and doodles on her palm. your mind taking little side notes like.. the texture of her hand wasn't that rough, but it was definitely a bit different from normal skin. at first, you were worried if this was causing her pain or any physical harm, but she assured you that it wasn't. still, you wanted to know the cause of her blackened skin and the pattern on her arms.
on the other hand (haha get it), arlecchino told you about expanding the facilities of the orphanage, adding another bedroom to make room for more children, etc etc, much to your relief as none of her plans included isolating them in the mountain.
after she talked, now it was your turn to provide your insights and opinions,adding some suggestions of your own. arlecchino listened to you intently as she greatly appreciated you and your passion for the children, she could tell that you genuinely were concerned about their well being and that you loved them greatly. she couldn't help but spare loving glances at you.. and knowing glances down at her hand. now she thinks she knows why you were so distracted.
after finally putting down your suggestions, you decided it was time for a little break. "well, my beloved. i assume we can wrap this up? i think all that should be fine for now." you told her, placing the pen down. for the whole time you had been talking, you never let go of arlecchino's hand. it was either two hands holding hers, but if you had to write, then only one. this didn't go unnoticed by your wife, but you did forget about it halfway into the discussion.
"i agree, i say we talk about some other thing, my dear."
"hm, like what?" you curiously ask. oh, there's more to talk about?
".. like how you've been distracted the first time i talked, but when you held my hand, your focus seems to have returned. perhaps you'd like to confess, darling?"
you only blink for a minute, then looking down at your hands holding hers. "o-oh! oh, right.." you stuttered, obviously flustered that you've been caught. you looked away, slowly letting go of her hand. "i didn't say to let go now, did i?" she told you, before pulling you on to her lap. she held her hands out in front of you, leaning her chin on your shoulder. "now, beloved, what is it about my hands that interest you so much?" she asked, and you thought for a little while, gather your little notes from earlier.
you intertwined your hands with her, and arlecchino saw the cute smile on your face as you started to talk. "your hands.. they're rough and calloused, they've probably done things humankind would deem twisted and cruel but.." you brought both hands to your lips, pressing a kiss on her skin. the small gesture made arlecchino feel her heart flutter, you looked so adorable on her lap, while speaking words of affection. ".. but these are the very same hands that work hard to provide for me and the children, the same hand that gives me warmth and security even on the coldest of nights and.." your thumb brushed against that one significant ring on her left hand, a ring that matched yours. "- these hands belong to the woman i dearly love."
that was it for arlecchino, she couldn't help but burst in joy- and she showed it in the form of spreading soft, ticklish kisses on your bare neck in front of her. you couldn't help but giggle at your wife's attempts at being playful again. she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist, making you unable to lean away from her. "my, you say such sweet words that directly hit my heart- and you expect the knave not to retaliate with an attack of her own?" she joked, continuing to tickle you, wanting to hear more of you sweet giggles. "i-i get it! i get it, i surrender, my love!" you exclaimed, feigning defeat. as the playful little moment between the both of you died down, arlecchino had her arms wrapped around you, a loving smile on her face as her forehead leaned on your back. "hm, can i have a kiss? as compensation for winning?" she asked, making you laugh at her words. oh, it was funny- more so that it came from the woman whom the public claims as dull and emotionless, as in front of you, said woman was currently looking like a fool in love as she held you in her lap.
you got up and shifted your position on her lap, now facing her. at the sight of your pretty, gorgeous face that she's come to love coupled with your weight pressing down on you-know-where, she couldn't help but feeling a certain type of yearning for you. her hand cupped your chin, pulling you in for a kiss that was not sweet nor innocent in any way. her tongue tied with yours, running along your bottom lip, and continued kissing you with intense fervor that you were unable to keep up. when she pulled away, however, a grin on her face that made shivers run down your spine was plastered on her face. her hand on your chin, the other rested on your hip.
"hm.. beloved, do you want to see what else these hands can do for you?"
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