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transforming-transformer · 2 days ago

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Call Me Chad

Charlie never thought that a beautiful girl like Rachel would show any real interest in a geek like him, but to use him just to get to Jack? His dumb musclehead roommate who he also had to tutor to get paid enough by his football coach? He felt heartbroken, trying to find the right words to say to her to not leave him.

“I just can’t see a future between us, especially if you’re not hot like Jack,” Rachel said, as Jack wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

“Bro, she’ll never continue dating a nerdy loser like you,” Jack scoffed, cutting Charlie off.

The small, twig-like nerd lips quivered and his reddened eyes burst into tears as he ran out of the frat party, only to be caught by a few of Jack’s douchebag posse to be stripped till he was completely naked and eventually dunked into the swimming pool. It left him embarrassed, vulnerable and overwhelmed, as he was surrounded by pompous, superficial jerks that kept laughing and sneering at him. All of it turned his shame and guilt into anger and vengeance—

———

“CHARLIE! Wake up, man. The library’s gonna close in half an hour.”

Charlie woke up disgruntled and deeply frustrated. Fuck, he’d dreamt about the set-up. Again. It’d been a few weeks since he got dumped, and it still consumed his mind like crazy. He rubbed his eyes softly and looked up to see his good friend William waving his hand in front of Charlie’s face.

“Hey, you okay? You’ve been dozing off quite a bit during study group,” William asked, looking concerned.

Charlie sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’m awake. Just…”

“The set-up?” William replied. Charlie froze.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Charlie, it’s the only thing that’s been on your mind for three months, and with the way things happened, I wouldn’t blame you for being so fixated on it,” William rubbed Charlie’s back caringly as he spoke, his hand pushing his glasses back up to position.

Charlie sighed again, and sunk his head down. “But I shouldn’t be. I should have moved on by now, found someone new—”

William cut him off. “Don’t you dare go into what-ifs. That’ll only keep you miserable.”

“I know… it’s just… I wanna be someone’s special someone, but I can’t when I look like a stick and have to compete with huge muscle guys like Jack and his friends…” Charlie shook his head, frustrated and exasperated, while William gave him a comforting bro hug…

But William wished he could be more than just a friend to Charlie. See, William had been there for Charlie pretty much all their lives, growing up together and being very close. Hell, William had especially been there for him that night too: picking him up from the frat house; sitting with and comforting Charlie in his dorm; making sure he ate well and didn’t binge or starve himself; if anything, William would’ve made a great, loving boyfriend to Charlie… if only Charlie wasn’t so painfully straight and thought this was just a good friend looking out for a friend in pain. He, too, was frustrated by Charlie’s situation and constant thinking of the past.

Charlie rose from his chair and looked at William, smiling softly. “Thanks for being here for me, Will. It really means a lot to have a friend like you,” he said before walking away.

“L-likewise, Charlie. I’ll see you later,” Will replied, a smile forced onto his lips as he watched Charlie leave the library. Fuck, if only there was something he could do to make both his and Charlie’s situations ease up, but also align so they could be together.

Just as William was about to leave, he noticed a shimmer out of the corner of his eye. Turning to see where it came from, he noticed an old, rickety door with an oddly polished handle built in between the bookshelves. “Huh, I’d not seen that there before…” he mumbled as he walked over to it and turned the handle. The door swiftly opened, and Will stepped into what looked like a dusty, abandoned storage room, covered in cobwebs, rags and dust. He was intrigued at first, but screamed when he heard the door slam behind him without warning.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??” he shouted, grabbing his phone and turning its flashlight on to look around for the source of the door closing. As he kept searching, a bunch of lanterns mysteriously flared up, suddenly illuminating the room to reveal an ancient-looking book on a cobwebbed lectern. After taking a few breaths to calm down, Will blew the dust off the book, to see its title: “The Jock Bible”. An Ancient Greek-style illustration of a hot, muscular guy adorned the cover.

“Hmm, interesting name for a book…” he pursed his lips, intrigued as he lifted the cover. He was suddenly overwhelmed when a golden aura emerged from the pages and blinded him, filling him with immense knowledge, knowledge that could play to both his benefit, as well as Charlie’s. The thoughts swirling in his mind made him smirk. Perhaps there could be a way to make Charlie his after all… though he himself might want to use it for his own needs too.

The next morning, Charlie waited in line at the cafeteria, concealing himself in a purple hoodie to not draw any attention from people. The party had made him embarrassingly and overwhelmingly visible, which gnawed at him and forced the poor nerd to resort to wearing more and more hoodies, just to hide. As he neared the trays and plates on the way to the buffet, he felt a firm, thick-fingered hand grab his shoulder, which sent shivers down his spine.

“Hey there, Chad, man you’re looking more huge every day,” a deep voice spoke.

“Wait, that voice is familiar,” Charlie thought, and turned around to see a handsome hunk standing there, in a blue tank top and grey sweatpants, which threw him off so much he jumped. The jock in front of him chuckled, while Charlie gripped his tray.

“Bro, chill, looks like you’ve seen a ghost or something,” he smirked as he eyed Charlie up and down. Another shiver ran down the nerd’s spine, and he felt strangely… comfortable. Charlie took a few steps back as he still felt nervous around this guy, even if he was more chill about it, but the musclehead sauntered over and slapped the nerd’s back.

“Come on, let’s sit together and chat, Chad,” he said.

Charlie replied back, firmly, “My name’s not Chad! It’s Charlie!”

The jock shook his head and smirked. “Nah, dude, you’re Chad alright. One of the biggest dudes I’d ever seen.”

Afraid of this guy and what he was saying, Charlie threw his tray at the jock and made a run for it. He ran past the building he was supposed to have class in in an hour, past his residence hall, he even ran past the fraternity quad. When he stopped and took a breath, he looked around to see he was in the athletics area of campus, which spooked him. He could see the gym and the football field in front of him, and as he took a step back to wonder what the hell was going on, that slight shiver that ran down his spine tingled once more, and all of a sudden, his shirt felt extremely tight on him, as if compressing him.

“What the fuck is happening?” he asked, panting as he peeled off his shirt to no avail, the fabric tearing at his growing body. The buttons on his shirt bounced off as he felt his muscles grow at a rapid rate, which made him almost scream, while his shirt finally fell to the ground in a pile of shredded rags, to reveal a shocking surprise: rounded shoulders, defined pecs, washboard abs, toned arms, and a pair of legs strong enough to crush watermelons.

“H-holy shit, I’m buff??” he asked himself, and as he curled his arm into a flex, his bicep vein popped out, showing just how lean he was. His eyes went wide in horror. “What the fuck is going on??”

“Chad, Bro, I told you, you’re looking more huge everyday,” the jock from the canteen said, appearing as if out of nowhere. Charlie jumped and stepped back.

“Who the fuck are you?” Charlie asked, shutting his mouth as he heard a deep, bovine voice emerge from his mouth. “What the fuck is happening to me? What are you doing to me?” he cried, cowering in fear.

“That’s not the Chad I know. Dude, you’re the cockiest, most confident sigma jock on campus, not some wussy nerd,” the jock responded with a chuckle.

“I keep telling you, my name’s not Chad! It’s Chad—” Charlie tried to say his own name, but the name Chad slipped out of his lips instead. No matter how hard he tried, the name Chad stuck to his tongue like honey. “What the hell is going on?”

“You’ll see when we’re done, Chad.” The jock winked and sauntered away, his muscles defined by the sunlight above while Charlie watched, confused and terrified altogether. What did that musclehead mean by “you’ll see when we’re done”?

Walking back to his dorm, Charlie felt exposed. Embarrassed. He tried to cover up his body, but his hands, large as they were, were unable to fully cover his massively ripped chest, which bounced with every step he took. The now-lean muscular nerd, glasses still on, kept his head hung low to avoid attracting any more attention. However, when he was a few feet away from the front door, he heard giggles and whistles from the other side of the street. Charlie looked up, and noticed a trio of sorority girls looking at him. No, not just looking. Ogling him. Licking their lips and blowing kisses at him. As they did, his spine tingled… and he thought his dick was getting hard too. He smirked back at them with a confident grin, flexing one of his arms. The girls giggled even more, which made the nerd blush, until he realized his dick was still soft and limp.

His face went pale at the realization, and before he could even try to process what the hell was going on, Charlie ran off into his residence hall, until he was finally in the comfort of his own room. Not at all realizing that he’d dropped and broken his glasses on the way.

———

It had been an intense two days since that strange jock pestered Charlie, and since he… well, got the body of one. He was still confused as to how he could just magically buff up like he did, especially since it looked like he’d been working out since he was thirteen and played football at the same time. Scouring through Google to find answers, there seemed to be no solution to changing himself back to his normal nerdy self. Not just that, he knew he couldn’t keep hiding like this - he was bound to step outside and run into people.

“Ughhhh, what do I do?” he asked himself.

Then, he realized there was one person he hadn’t seen since his change. William.

Charlie grabbed his phone and, with his meaty fingers, sent a message to his best friend, hoping he could have someone to trust with his secret.

CHARLIE: <<William, I need your help>>

The nerd-in-a-jock’s-body held his breath, waiting for a response, and sure enough, the text bubble showed up as William typed out his reply… one that poor Charlie was not expecting.

WILLIAM: <<sup chad? i was wondering where u went>>

Charlie was baffled, and in his shock, dropped his phone. Did that jock steal William’s phone? Was this some sort of elaborate prank that Jack and his buddies were pulling? His phone buzzed again, and he picked it up to see a new message from whoever had his bestie’s phone.

WILLIAM: <<earth to chad, bruh sometimes you can be so thick huhuhu>>

As he read this, he felt an intense fog fill his mind, obscuring his panic and attempts to make sense of the situation. A chuckle left his lips, and his hand covered them in waning concern. Charlie wasn’t dumb… was he?

He put the phone down on his bed, and looked around the mess of a bedroom he was in: empty packs of chips, half-full bottles of soda and water, clothes strewn in every corner. Well, less clothes, more like shredded pieces of fabric that were once clothes that used to fit his lanky frame. All that survived were some of his oversized t-shirts and baggy jeans, which were more form-fitting on his now-muscular physique, leaving little to the imagination. That, and a set of gym clothes he found outside his door the night after his sudden second puberty. A tight grey Under Armour compression shirt that showed off his massive pecs, a pair of black five-inch inseam shorts that hugged his thighs, and a jockstrap.

If anything, his room resembled what he thought a douchey jock’s dorm would look like.

Charlie stood up, and he felt his head go woozy, the fog in his mind intensifying and concealing more of his usual train of thought. He sniffed like a dog, sensing there was an awful stench coming from inside his room. He first thought it was his clothes - sure, they had some cheesy scent to them, but not as intense as this one was. His shoes? Rank, but not what he was looking—OH, it was himself. Charlie’s pits reeked like crazy, his B.O. filling up the room and replacing the oxygen in it. Normally, he would wrinkle his nose in disgust, but with his mind in a daze, he let out another chuckle.

“Bruh, I reek,” he said, in a low, bovine tone reminiscent of Jack.

Fuck, Jack. That sexy motherfucker, with muscles that glistened with sweat, a handsome face that he could just kiss, and a dick worth sucking—

Wait, what??

Charlie quickly got dressed in the new gym clothes he got, not even bothering to shower or clean himself up, grabbed his phone and bag, and ran out of his dorm, pushing some of his fellow nerds out of the way. He made it outside, the sun shining on his chiseled face, and he began to saunter over to…

Wait, where was he going again?

He pulled out his phone, and looked through his calendar to see what class he had. He’d already missed his degree-required Python Coding class at 8:30 AM, History of Japan at 11:30 AM, and now it was past 2:00 PM. Charlie had… Physiology of Exercise at 3:00 PM followed by HIT DA GYM at 6:00 PM? As he regained some of his composure, Charlie was shaken. These two things on his roster were stuff a jock would study and do. He usually had Study Group with his friends at six… what the fuck was going on with him?

As the nerd felt some of the mind fog ease and dissipate, he noticed the same trio of girls from two days back, the ones Charlie flexed for, but this time they were accompanied by their frat bro boyfriends - all looked like they were cut from the same cloth: white, chiseled jawlines, built bodies. Charlie’s jaw dropped at the sight of these men, his cock was getting hard just by ogling them, and tenting visibly in his tight shorts. He was straight! Into girls! He wasn’t gay. He… he couldn’t be. He grabbed his bag and covered his obscene bulge, waddling over to the library to calm himself down and figure out what was happening to him.

———

William, meanwhile, was returning to his room at the Eta Theta Tau frat house, locking the door behind him as he pulled out The Jock Bible from his backpack. He smirked as he flexed his biceps in front of the full-length mirror on the wall, before sitting down and opening the magical tome that had granted him not only the body and life he’d dreamt of. He charmed his way, literally and figuratively, into Eta Theta Tau, the college football team, and even the Honors Society. He became insanely popular, grew in strength as he did bicep curls with 28-kilogram dumbbells, gained a rugged handsomeness by stealing some traits from his fellow frat bros, all of which made William more visible and prominent in the social fabric of campus life.

The Jock Bible also gave the new frat bro, actually more like the Frat President, immense power to reshape reality and whoever he wanted to fit his new life. That included his crush on Charlie, soon to be his dumb boyfriend Chad. He laughed as he remembered scaring the shit out of his skinny nerd friend, taunting him into growing his muscles. They were getting big enough for William’s, or rather Will’s, taste, but he wasn’t so much into Charlie’s intellect. It kinda drove an unseen wedge between the two of them, and made Will feel dumb sometimes.

Well, with this next phase of the plan, that was about to change, and now he wondered what Charlie was doing with his text messages from earlier.

“Charlie, I can’t wait to make you my blissfully dumb muscle slut,” he chuckled as he turned the pages of the book to see what else he could pull off.

———

Charlie stumbled out of the library two hours later. It was fine, he thought, I can skip this class, it’s not even a class I remember signing up for. As he walked around, the golden rays of sunlight hitting his perfectly-tanned skin, he saw the jock who’d made him into an oaf of a man strutting in his direction. Charlie hid behind a tree, his breath picking up as he shivered nervously. His mind felt somewhat the same, but also felt a bit slower than usual.

“Who is this dude, and what does he want with me?” he asked himself.

He suddenly gasped as he felt a bunch of hands grab his arm, yanking him from his very obvious hiding place. Charlie’s eyes went wide when he saw who pulled him out - it was Jack and his group of bros, smirks on their faces as they looked at him.

“Yo, Chad, why’re you hiding from us dude?” Jack chuckled, patting the nerd’s back.

One of his posse, Dan, smirked. “Bruh, we got push day at six, you’ll be there, right?” he asked.

Charlie was even more confused, seeing his tormentors treat him as if he were like one of them. No, they were treating him as one of them. Panic rose inside Charlie, as it was quite the shift. Something felt really off, but before he could even speak his mind, his mouth spoke for him. “You know it, my man. Gotta get this chest so huge it’ll break a bra in half,” Charlie grinned back involuntarily, his hand cupping his pecs, which caused him to moan.

The group of jocks laughed out loud, as Jack held onto Charlie’s shoulder. “Man, you gotta control yourself, no one’s gotta know you turn yourself on,” he replied. Charlie stared at Jack, noticing that he was taller and bulkier than his bully. That was a welcome sight for him, considering he wanted revenge for the set-up, but there was something about Jack being smaller yet still muscular that Charlie was starting to find… hot. The posse sauntered off, cackling amongst themselves as the jock-nerd ogled them, feeling more confused than he did earlier. Poor Charlie, if only he knew…

The hours flew by, and before Charlie knew it, it was nearly six. He sat down on a rock by the lake, tears in his eyes as he watched the sun set, the sky filled with gold and the water crashing against the rocks below him. “What’s the matter with me?” he asked himself, rubbing his reddened eyes with his bear-like paws.

“Bro, chillax, you’re a jock now,” a voice bellowed in his head. Charlie turned around, trying to figure out where this jock-voice came from.

“Let go, man. No need for smarts anymore when you’re this jacked.”

His breath got heavier as he realized it was coming from his own head. “But… this isn’t me! I’m not a musclehead. I’m not friends with Jack. I’m not…” he paused.

“What, gay as a three dollar bill?” the voice, which he assumed must be the Chad everyone thought he was, asked. Charlie nodded.

“I’m straight, I’m into girls,” he stuttered out, feeling even more confused as his mind conjured up an image of the jock who’d started all this.

Chad chuckled dumbly. “Dude, chicks don’t really care about our muscles, but the bros? Man, do they want a piece of the action. Don’t you wanna finally enjoy life and get to fuck someone?”

Charlie gulped. This jock persona was right, even though it was hard to listen to an oaf, even if he was in his own mind. “I… I guess…”

“Then let go man, don’t be such a pussy. You’ll get everything you ever dreamed of,” Chad replied, and Charlie felt his lips curl into a jock-like smirk. One full of confidence, as if he knew he was the shit.

Charlie was now, though, now that he really, really thought about it. He had muscles now, and big ones too. He looked like he could play for the college football team as a tight end or a quarterback with his size. His face looked like it’d been carved by the ancient Greeks or Michelangelo, with how sharp his features were.`As for the python swinging between his legs? Well, I bet Jack’s couldn’t even compare.

“I just don’t wanna be—”

“What, an asshole? An arrogant douchebag?”

“Bingo,” Charlie sighed. “It all feels so surreal, but I don’t wanna betray who I am.”

Chad laughed. “Bruh, trust me, I’m just as dopey and curious as you are. I’m you, just hotter, more confident… maybe dumber, but at least I use my body and my mind for what actually matters.”

“So I’m just supposed to let go—what the fuck??”

Charlie screamed, as he suddenly found himself in the middle of the campus gym, and in the middle of a rep on the incline bench. His arms lifted the barbell with ease.

“How’d I get here?” he asked himself.

“You talked too much, little dude, had to get to the gym in time,” Chad replied as Charlie watched his body betray him, pushing and grunting through a few more reps on the bench press before setting the barbell down and sitting upright. “Trust me man, you, me, we can be happy if we choose to be.” Charlie stood up and saw his humongous body in one of the mirrors on the wall, his mouth agape in wonder while he flexed his biceps. They were the size of his former head. As he flexed, he felt… content. Strong as fuck. Happy, even.

“There we go, little dude, you and I are gonna become one sexy Chad by the end of tonight,” Chad spoke with Charlie’s mouth, and Charlie… well, he understood now. Maybe this was just what he needed.

———

Chad kept up the push day workout, grueling through incline bench presses, cable flys, weighted tricep dips, dumbbell skull crushers… the list went on. Grinding through each rep, Charlie felt his muscles pump up even more, sending a thrill of strength and cockiness through him, while Chad grunted, fixing his bulge every now and again. As the pair-in-one-body sauntered around each machine, they felt eyes staring at them - some girls found him hot, others found him disgusting when his B.O. wafted into their noses, while the other dudes… they thirsted over his physique, complimenting him.

“Holy shit, bro, you look huge!” one gym bro said.

Another one replied, “Dude, you’re the real alpha here.”

Chadlie smirked when a cute twink named Jamie came up to him and asked, “Um… excuse me, how do I work out to look just like you?” The twink’s bubble butt bounced, and Chad just wanted to plow his fuckstick inside that cute boy’s hole. Charlie stammered as he tried to give some tips, but he felt his hand cup the boy’s ass, squeezing that soft flesh between his fingers.

Jamie blushed scarlet. “W-would you wanna head to the showers?”

Chadie nodded, a sly grin on his face as he picked up the cutie and strutted to the locker room, grabbing a pair of towels and carrying Jamie into one of the private shower cubicles. Charlie couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but Chad could. The jock ripped off Jamie’s gym clothes off his slender body, while the very slutty twink got to work, peeling the stud’s shorts and jockstrap to the floor and getting onto his knees. Jamie licked the tip of Chadie’s cock, the jock shuddering in pleasure as his little boy guided his ten-inch monster through his dick-sucking lips and into his oh-so-perfectly-tight mouth.

“Fuckkkkk bro,” Chad and Charlie both moaned, their body’s hand grabbing Jamie’s soft, curly hair, letting his fingers run through each lock before gripping the twink’s head, then slamming his cock further down his throat, his lips meeting the base of his jock cock. Every inch of Charlie’s resistance to becoming Chad was wearing down with each thrust of his hips, precum dripping into Jamie’s throat as the twink cupped his baseball-sized nuts and massaged them so nicely, he almost busted one. But they kept going, and once he felt like his dick had been lubed up enough by the amazing sloppy he was getting, he pulled Jamie’s head off and lifted the twink up, turning him around and bending his sweet ass over.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, slut,” Charlie whispered seductively into Jamie’s ear. Or was it Chad? It was unclear now who was who, as the nerd began to let the jock into him, letting go as he plowed Jamie’s ass raw. The twink whined like a bitch in heat as he couldn’t hold on for much longer, as Charlie kept ramming his cock against Jamie’s prostate so hard that he could only see stars. Jamie came from his tiny nub, but Chad kept going, fucking the cutie as if he were just a plaything, grunting like a beast as he neared his own climax.

“Holy shit bro, I’m gonna CUMMMMMM!” the jock shouted, as he blew a massive load inside Jamie’s tight ass, filling it up to the brim and letting it leak a bit out of the twink’s hole as he slid out. In his mind, Charlie’s and Chad’s minds melted together in orgasmic bliss, blending together to create a cocky yet dopey, dumb yet curious, straight-passing yet gay-as-fuck jock - the Chad everyone knew him to be. He took a deep breath as he turned the shower on, washing Jamie’s lithe body, while the cutie lathered up his huge muscles, kissing a few times, before drying each other up.

Jamie grabbed Chad’s phone and blushed as he typed in his number. “Call me, Chad.” The twink’s ass bounced hypnotically as he ran to his locker, got dressed, and headed out. Chad chuckled, cupping his bulge. He left a missed call for Jamie to save his contact, then got dressed in his gym clothes again, his scent barely erased by the shower he just had.

As Chad made his way back to his room, Will bumped into him, a slight blush on his frat-bro face. He looked up into Chad’s empty eyes and dumb grin, and noted them down in his head. “So, gave in to the jock life, Chad?” he asked.

“Dude, it’s soooo chill. No thoughts, just lifting, fucking, sleeping. I mean, I still have some smarts, but like, they’re all workout and nutrition shit, you feel me?” Chad replied, chuckling like the typical himbo he now was, as his fingers ran through his hair.

Will smirked. It worked. Charlie, or Chad now, could finally be his. But not just that, he seemed taller and bigger than ever. He moved closer to the jock he made, and smiled. “I get you, bro. Though, I have a question. You still into chicks?”

Chad let out a boastful laugh. “Nah man, dudes are the only ones who can appreciate all this,” he said as he gestured to his muscular body, his right arm flexed to show off.

“Is that so?” Will asked, flexing his own pecs to show off. “Then, mind if I say, I find you fucking hot, dude,” he whispered, cupping Chad’s bulge sexily. However, shock flooded his face when the jock pushed him off.

“Sorry, dude. I mean, you’re hot and all, but I’m only into cute twinks,” Chad replied with a firm frown, before sauntering off.

Will was confused as fuck. The Jock Bible promised him that anyone he turned into a jock would worship him, become his boyfriend and servant. Maybe that’s because he hadn’t read the footnotes - the fine print stated that whoever the converted jock would fuck first would be his desired lover. That was Jamie the twink. Now, Chad was dumb as a pile of rocks, but clearly, Will was dumber for missing this, and the Jock Bible weaved its magic into his mind, making sure he was dumb enough to forget about its existence and its powers, leaving him powerless and too dumb for college, that he soon dropped out.

And as for Chad? Well, with Jamie as his lover, and with his dopey confidence in life, who wouldn’t want to be like him?

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morganaawriterr · 2 days ago

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Valentine's Day with Ni-ki;

Pairing; fem!reader X best friend!Ni-ki Synopsis; Just when you're about to leave the house to have a date with Heeseung, your best friend Ni-ki shows up at your door with a sweet confession to make; Genre; best friends to lovers; fluff; Words; 1k Warning; None is just cute asf lol; MASTERLIST;

A/N: I wanted to post something for valentine's day so bad but I don't really like this :( I hope you guys do! As usual likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you so much <3 Happy Valentine to all the girlies and boys in a relationship, to us, singles... well... lets be delulu for a little.

“Ni-ki? What are you doing here?” you question, confused, as soon as you open your heavy front door. Your curious eyes scan your best friend’s face as you gently hold the door open.

“Don’t go…” Ki responds, his beautiful brown eyes locked on yours.

Today is Valentine’s Day, and you have a date with a nice guy named Heeseung, who happens to be one of Ni-ki’s friends. You haven’t talked to Heeseung much, but he showed interest in you, and you decided to give him a chance. He seemed hesitant at first, but then firmly assured you that he wanted to go out with you today, so you got all dolled up just for him.

“What are you talking about, Ki?” you ask, starting to feel irritated by his strange timing. Ni-ki stands tall in front of you, his hands hidden behind his back. You raise an eyebrow and try to peek behind him, but he catches you just in time and steps back to avoid it.

“I’m talking about your date with Heeseung,” Riki repeats, his hands starting to sweat. “Don’t go on that stupid date with him.”

The truth is, he’s been in love with you ever since he met you. Ni-ki realized he wanted you long ago, way before you met Heeseung, but only now, with Heeseung making a move on you, did he find the courage to confess. His heart ached at the thought of you kissing Heeseung after getting all pretty for him.

Riki tries to read your expression, his eyes scanning your perplexed face, then trailing down your figure. You’re wearing an adorable pink floral sundress that isn’t too tight but still hugs your body in all the right places. Your long chocolate-brown hair is carefully straightened, and you’re wearing his favorite perfume.

Feeling his intense gaze, you speak up. “Why would I do that, hm?”

Ni-ki knows you’re starting to get irritated—the stern look in your eyes gives it away easily.

“Because…” Ni-ki starts, but it feels like someone is squeezing his throat, making it hard to breathe. “Because I’m finally here,” he whispers, his eyes locked on yours, hoping you’ll understand what his half-words can’t fully express.

You feel your cheeks heat up, unable to hide your reaction to his words. You’ve liked Riki for as long as you can remember but never really understood your feelings until you started growing up. His cool persona and great fashion sense made him incredibly attractive. But after getting to know him even better, you fell harder. He was more than just cool and well-dressed. He was kind, well-mannered, and made you laugh until your cheeks hurt. And turns out that was the way to your heart.

You never told him how you felt because you never thought he would like you back. After all, he was popular and had many girls chasing after him. That’s why you agreed to go out with Heeseung. Maybe he could distract you from the one-sided love you had for your best friend.

“What are you talking about, Riki…” you whisper, your heart racing at the thought that he might actually like you back. Your eyes shift from his to the floor, too nervous to face him.

“Fuck, Y/N, I like you, okay? I always have. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you,” Ni-ki finally confesses, his ears turning red and his hands trembling slightly as he reveals what he is holding behind his back.

You can’t hide the immense smile that grows on your lips at his words, and when you see the beautiful bouquet of red roses in his hands, you can’t hold back anymore. Happy tears fill your eyes as you reach forward, wrapping your arms around Ni-ki’s neck, your head tucked against him. Your best friend immediately pulls you close, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his heart finally calming down as he feels your familiar embrace.

“Does this mean you like me back?” he jokes when you pull away to look up at him, your big puppy eyes staring into his. Ni-ki’s hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

You smile brightly at him. “Of course I do, dumbass,” you giggle, completely lost in the new softness in Riki’s eyes. “Wait, but Heeseung doesn’t deserve this… I can’t just cancel on him,” you say, biting your lip as guilt creeps in.

“Don’t worry, just tell him you changed your mind. He knew this would happen…” Ni-ki explains with a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Heeseung knew Ni-ki liked you, but Ni-ki denied it. Your best friend had assured Heeseung that you were single and that he didn’t like you, so Heeseung asked you out. Despite suspecting Riki’s feelings, Heeseung was genuinely interested in you and was surprised when you accepted his offer.

“Will you be my Valentine?” Ni-ki asks, love practically dripping from his eyes, his smile so genuine and cheerful that it makes your heart skip a beat.

“Yes, Ni-ki.”

As the words leave your mouth, Riki steps closer to you, his addictive scent surrounding you. His cold fingers gently lift your chin as he leans in. Your hands reach for his black hair, fingers playing with the strands at the nape of his neck.

His lips feel hesitant at first when they meet yours. Knowing him well, you can tell he’s probably nervous about taking this big step, so you kiss him back confidently, trying to reassure him that you’re more than okay with this. Tilting your head slightly, you silently ask for permission to deepen the kiss, and he lets you take the lead. As your lips mold together perfectly, he relaxes, smiling softly against your mouth, overwhelmed by joy. Your tongues move slowly, savoring each other like you’ve always wished to.

Out of breath, you pull away, a warm blush painting your cheeks. When Riki opens his eyes, he finds you already staring at him, looking prettier than ever with your lips swollen and red from his kiss. Smiling, he gently takes your hand and leads you to his car, ready to drive you to your favorite restaurant and spend a perfect evening with you—just like you deserve.

Little did he know, this was already more than enough. All you really wanted on this Valentine’s Day was his warm lips on yours, finally claiming you as his.

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harmless-variety-of-garden-snake · 1 day ago

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It's Day Fifteen, so it's the Babysitting prompt. I debated having them babysit Jee-Yun or Denny and Mara, but I miss Christopher and they probably do, too. In this universe, Eddie's move to El Paso was temporary and ended sometime in the late summer so Christopher could be back in LA for his next year of school. This is also on AO3 over here. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

They’ve got Christopher for the afternoon, because Eddie has an appointment and then a couple of errands to run. He’d mentioned his schedule the day before while Buck and Tommy had been dropping a lasagna off for them, asking Christopher if he was okay following him around for a bit, and Tommy had said:

“You know, you could always drop him off with us.”

And Eddie, who'd been spending every free moment possible with his kid and working on a lot of stuff, had been almost hesitant to say yes. Then Christopher had readily agreed, because he hadn't been hung out with them in forever. Buck had turned pleading eyes on Eddie until his best friend agreed.

“Guess I should stop hogging you, kid.”

So Buck is thrilled to have Christopher over. He hasn’t had much hangout time since they came back from El Paso, but he’s also excited to show off his and Tommy’s place to one of his favorite people. Christopher has already seen it when it was just Tommy’s. He hasn’t seen it when it was theirs, though.

Christopher, being a teenager, doesn’t completely appreciate the significance of this, but he does say it’s really “cool” that they’re living together and that he likes the new couch. Buck gives Tommy a smug look over Christopher’ head, and his boyfriend makes a face at him. As far as he’s concerned, it’s the final nail in the “Buck was right in the furniture store” argument.

“You said you brought your Switch, right?” Buck asks, and Christopher nods. “Well, Tommy can hook that up while I grab us some snacks.”

“I can do it,” Christopher offers, taking a few cables from his bag.

“Nah, I got it,” Tommy says, taking everything as Christopher gets it out. “Hon, can you grab me some ice tea?”

Buck smiles and watches fondly as Christopher piles cables and plastic into Tommy's arms. “Yeah. What about you, kid?”

“Just water,” Christopher says, shrugging and smiling. “Thanks.”

He ruffles Christopher’ hair and goes into the kitchen. He’s probably going a little overboard on the tray of snacks he brings out, but he wants Christopher to be happy. He’s missed the kid like a limb, and he plops next to him on the couch and wishes Christopher wasn’t kind of too cool for cuddling now. He still gave Buck a really long hug when he arrived, but Christopher is a teenager. Teenagers don’t do couch cuddle time, though he does tip his head over onto Buck’s shoulder when Buck curls an arm around his head to kiss his hair.

“Thank you,” Christopher says, immediately going for the potato chips once Buck releases him.

Tommy reaches for his ice tea before sitting on Buck’s other side. “Thanks. Alright, we’re hooked up, kid.”

They play through a cup in Mario Kart, and Christopher beats the shit out of both of them. Buck lingers between third and sixth place the whole time, and Tommy’s only marginally better.

“I feel like this is not made for grown hands,” Tommy says, turning the Joy-Con over in his hands and giving it a dubious look.

“I have other ones, but they’ve got wires,” Christopher offers, diving into his backpack.

Tommy’s eyes light up, and he takes them when Christopher pulls out a tangle of wires with two controllers attached. “Way better. Just a sec.”

He hops up and fiddles with the Switch until he has the controllers plugged in. Christopher keeps using the small wireless controller that’s more comfortable for his hands. Buck and Tommy end up pulling their blanket chest and ottoman closer to the TV so the controller cables can reach.

“Alright, let’s try this again,” Buck says eagerly.

He does a little better, Tommy does a lot better. Suspiciously a lot better.

“We had a GameCube on base,” he explains when Buck shoots him a look of betrayal. Tommy’s older, he’s supposed to be worse with technology. “What else do you have on here, kid?”

Buck knows he shouldn’t trust the nonchalant suggestion of Super Smash Bros, and Christopher doesn’t know any better yet. He doesn’t know that Tommy Kinard is a sneaky liar, but Buck has been learning things. Like his boyfriend pretended he'd never made focaccia before so Buck could show him how, and then he'd produced a professional grade loaf on his first try.

“You were really excited. But I really don't know how to make apple pie, I swear.”

He hadn't, it was a disaster until Buck intervened.

It takes a few minutes of Tommy doing seemingly random things on the sides of the stages while Buck tries in vain to go after Christopher, and then he makes a noise of understanding and absolutely destroys them for the next three matches.

“How?” Christopher demands.

“We did a couple tournaments while we were deployed,” Tommy says with an innocent shrug.

“Uh-huh, and who won those?” Buck asks suspiciously.

“Can’t remember,” Tommy lies, grinning.

“You hustled us,” Christopher says, but he looks delighted instead of pissed. He's doubtlessly adding this to the long list of things that makes Tommy cool, which Buck is proud of these days instead of jealous. “Can you beat the CPU on the highest level?”

“I have no idea,” Tommy says, reaching back to grab a carrot stick. “Let’s see.”

What follows is unreal, according to Christopher. They watch Tommy fight a computer controlled character at each difficulty level, and he manages to get through almost all of them. The last one, though, is apparently almost impossible.

“The reaction time on that thing’s literally not physically possible,” Tommy explains as he makes Fox McCloud do something with a shield that Buck can’t follow. When he gets taken out a moment later by the CPU, he sighs and sits back. “Yeah, nope. There’s no way.”

“Let me look up exploits,” Christopher says, poking at his phone.

“Wait, yeah,” Tommy says, twisting around. “Good call, kid.”

Buck settles back and snacks while Tommy and Christopher try to figure out how to exploit an AI-driven computer character, fail several times, and finally Tommy beats one. He jumps to his feet, fists in the air, and comes around the coffee table to shake Christopher’ shoulders (gently) while they roar in each other’s faces like animals.

He loves them both, but they’re two of the biggest nerds he’s ever met.

“That was so cool!” Christopher shouts as Tommy takes a few victory gulps of his tea.

“It was,” Buck agrees, because it had been incredibly entertaining to watch.

“Aw, babe,” Tommy says, kissing the top of his head. “Thanks for putting up with us.”

“Do you wanna play something else?” Christopher asks, and Buck and Tommy exchange a look. “What?”

“How do you feel about go karts?” Tommy asks, grinning. “Not Nintendo ones.”

Christopher looks between them, his eyes going wide behind his glasses. “Wait, for real?”

They pile into Buck’s Jeep, and Christopher hums happily from the backseat when they pull away from the house.

“I missed this car,” he says, and Buck’s heart warms.

“It probably missed you,” he says, glancing in the rear view mirror at Christopher’ smiling face. “I think pretty much everything in LA missed you, kid.”

Christopher rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but Buck doesn’t miss the smile that’s still on his face. Tommy’s hand covers his and squeezes, and Buck lifts it to his lips to kiss it and presses his cheek to the back of Tommy’s hand.

When he gets them safely to the go karting place, Tommy splits off from them to use the bathroom, and Buck hugs Christopher against his side while they scope out the track.

“I missed you, too,” Christopher says, and Buck bends down to kiss his hair. “Even though you and Tommy are all gross still. Dad said you’d mellow out by now, but I said you’d probably be like this even after you get married.”

Buck lets out a strangled laugh at that. “Married? Who said we’re getting married?”

Christopher looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “You guys are totally getting married one day. You’re, like, soulmates.”

He looks around to make sure Tommy isn’t sneaking up on them before leaning in and admitting: “Yeah, I’m pretty sure we are. Which also means that I get to ask you before I ask anyone else to be one of my groomsmen.”

He gets a considering look that makes Christopher look way too much like his father. “Do I get to go to the bachelor party?”

Buck barks out a laugh. “Not a chance, kid.”

Christopher groans. “Can you guys wait until I’m 18, then?”

“Dude, I’m not delaying my wedding so you can go to a bachelor party.” He squeezes Christopher’ shoulder and laughs when the kid sighs loudly and dramatically. “Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Promise,” Christopher says, raising his pinky. Buck’s breath catches, and he carefully hooks his pinky around Christopher’. “Can I bring a date?”

Buck’s laughing when Tommy comes up on his other side and asks if they’re ready to race.

“I call Christopher,” Tommy says quickly, and Buck lets out a squawk of outrage. “You snooze, you lose, Buckley.”

On the track, he catches sight of Tommy and Christopher more than once and can hear their shouts of joy even over the noise of the engines. He can’t even be mad when they beat him.

“What do I win?” Tommy asks, bouncing once on his toes. He's adorable, Buck wants to squeeze the life out of him.

“I can still hear you,” Christopher reminds them from where he’s texting Eddie. “Before you answer that.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time with your dad,” Buck mutters, but he gives Tommy a kiss. “There. But also, there’s no way you’re winning the next one, because Christopher is coming with me.”

He still loses, because Tommy’s Mario Kart skills apparently translate well to real karts.

“Okay, now what do I win?” Tommy asks smugly.

“A high-five,” Christopher says flatly, raising his hand.

Tommy slaps it. “I’ll take it. You guys want to go around the corner? There’s a good wing spot.”

“Hell yeah,” Buck says, looping an arm around his waist.

As they walk outside and around the corner, Buck leans over and kisses his cheek.

“I’ll give you your prize later,” he promises in a low voice so Christopher can’t hear from where he’s a couple paces ahead of them.

“Yeah?” Tommy murmurs back. “Wanna give me a hint?”

“Dude,” Christopher says.

“There’s no way you heard that!” Buck protests.

“I didn't need to.” He stops so they can catch up with him and shakes his head. “You guys are like the kids at school who make out between classes.”

Tommy scoffs. “I think we have a little more self-control than—”

“Don't lie around the kid, Tommy,” Buck says with a sigh, looping an arm around his boyfriend's waist and letting the other one fall across Christopher’ shoulders. “We’re supposed to set a good example.”

Tommy slips away to go a few steps ahead to get the door to the wing place. “Are we? Because I thought we were about to have a wing eating contest.”

“Yeah, good examples of how to dominate at wing eating contests.” Buck presses a quick kiss to his lips as he passes.

They grab a table as Tommy and Christopher negotiate the terms of the contest, and Buck sends a text to Eddie to let him know that they're feeding Christopher along with a photo of the three of them before Christopher heads into the bathroom.

“I think we're about to win as best babysitters,” Tommy decides, stretching his arms over his head. “I can feel it in my bones.”

Buck huffs out a laugh. “Like that was ever a question. We're definitely the best. Right?”

“We gotta be.”

When Christopher gets back from the bathroom, he looks between them like they’re crazy when they ask him.

“Yeah, duh,” he says, and Buck fistbumps his boyfriend. “Aren't you guys too old to care about stuff like that?”

“Yeah, totally,” Tommy lies.

“Yep,” Buck agrees, also lying through his teeth. “Way too old.”

#bucktommy #bucktommy fluffebruary #my fic #okay I think this one is actually the one that's really not my favorite but I wrote this one when I was starting to get sick so HERE IT IS

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fizzing-imagines · 2 days ago

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You're the Only | Eddie Munson x Reader

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Warnings: Drunk Eddie

As much as you loves your husband, you never minded some hours to yourself in the apartment. You could watch any movie you wanted, do a face mask and paint your toenails in complete silence. No metal music from the kitchen, or horror movies. You really loved your husband Eddie, but everyone needs time to themselves occasionally.

Eddie was at Gareth's bachelor party. Since he was the last one to get married from the band, it was a given that they were gonna drink a lot and come home late. You didn't mind, you knew he'd always come home to you. Eddie's love for you could be compared to that of a puppy, although he'd never admit to that.

You two had your ups and downs. The relationship started wobbly, but you two managed as a team and he came to not imagine a life without you.

It really showed today. Just as you were putting away the wineglass you had used for your self-care night, the door opened. Or at least you heard several tries and frustrated groans until a big Flopp sound made you look out the kitchen door.

Eddie was face-down on the floor, with his feet still in the door. He'd never been this drunk, not that you can remember, but it looked a bit funny. Especially when he started crawling foward to close the door with his foot. Once it shut with a loud Thump sound, he kept laying flat on the ground and groaned to himself.

"Hey baby, you need help getting up?", you asked while putting your hand on his arm.

"Please don't touch me Ma'am, I'm married.", he mumbled with his eyes closed while holding his hand up. With a small wiggle of his fingers, he showed off his wedding ring. Eddie may have been drunk enough to still think he was out with his friends.

"I think you still need help getting up.", you continued and tried to get your arms hooked under his armpit for support. "I have a wife!", he grumbled, a bit louder this time. "Right, sorry sir.", you told him while letting go carefully. "Just yell for help if you need any." He waved you off with his hand, weakly so, and kept laying on your carpet floor. At this stage, it was a miracle that he hasn't thrown up yet.

So you went on with what you were doing. Cleaning in the living room, putting the dishes away, rearranging the pillow you laid on for hours while watching The Nanny. Occasionally, you'd check on your husband in the hallway, but he kept laying there without moving. As long as he was still breathing, he'd be fine.

You changed into your pyjamas in the bathroom and walked towards Eddie for one last attempt to get him to bed. "Let me help you up, come on Eds."

"I'm a married man, lady.", he grumbled. "Stop harassing me, my beautiful wife can help me." Eddie put his hand up and wiggled with his fingers again, showing you his ring that way. It was just as adorable as it was stupid. "You're married?", you asked him. How could you not ask him that while he was in this state?

"Yes Ma'am, I love my wife very much and she's beautiful.", he mumbled.

"Do you have kids?", you continued. This time, he was a bit quieter than before. "Not yet. I'll give her a whole litter if she wants." It was too bad that he wouldn't let you touch him right now. More than anything, you wanted to kiss him at this very second.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?", you asked one last time.

"No.", he bluntly said.

"Okay sir, call if you need anything."

"I need my wife, leave me alone." That made you chuckle, although you tried your best to stiffle it with your hand.

"Okay, good night."

The only thing you didn't like was not falling asleep next to Eddie. After a lifelong friendship, 7 year relationship and 4 years of marriage, you just got used to that. But since he's sleeping in the hallway, it's bearable while hugging the teddy bear Eddie gave you for your first Valentines Day together.

You were already drowsy and slowly falling asleep when the bedroom door opened. Once you turned, you saw your husband stumbling in. "Darlin'.", he slurred before plopping on the bed like he did earlier on your carpet floor. "I'm back home, I missed you." Now he recognised you again? You sat up in bed and saw him still wearing his clothes from going out.

"Eddie, take your shoes off.", you mumbled. Two small thud sounds could be heard from the other side of the bed. It took him a while, but eventually he was next to you and had you in his arms. It wasn't until then that you smelled the booze coming off of him. "Some weird lady touched me.", he mumbled. It made you giggle a bit. "Did she now?" He nodded almost theatrically. "I told her I have a wife, don't worry, baby." You giggled and leaned against his chest, where you heard Eddies beating heart thumping like he just finished a marathon.

"You're my only one.", he continued. "Can I have a kiss?"

"You smell like beer, maybe tomorrow.", you replied. He huffed at that and pouted a bit. "Please?" How could you resist that face? "A quick one.", you agreed. A quick peck turned into a more heated kiss, but you broke it off before anything more could happen. From drunken nights out together, you knew he didn't perform well in this state. Plus, you didn't wanna do that while one of you was sober.

While he still grumbled, Eddie cuddled a bit closer before drifting to sleep and snorring like a bear.

It really was a miracle that you fell asleep like that.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff

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vante1920pm · 21 hours ago

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Can you make headcanons with Viktor from arcane? Maybe something like his reactions to holding hands, hugs, or just any physical affection?

──;; 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✗ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ★☆

!﹫ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: I haven't been logged into my account for a while now, didn't expect so many new requests 😭 I will try my best to write more again :) (no promises tho)

◎ | arcane masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: viktors reaction to physical affection

☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: viktor/gn!reader

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: ooc, bad writing lol

─ didn't know how to react when you first grabbed his hand

He wasn't used to being touched, especially by people he was attracted to, didn't complain tho.

Still, he was blushing really hard but tried to hide by looking anywhere but you. Also made smalltalk about the weather so that you would be distracted but of course you noticed and started teasing him.

─ it was even worse when you hugged him for the first time

You could literally feel his heart beating faster, you were already worried that it would explode by how fast it was.

It took him a minute to register what's going on but he eventually got comfy in your arms and started to trace lines on your back.

─ then the first kiss happened and he was gone

The way he smiled after you pulled back was definitely something you wouldn't forget so fast. Asked for another kiss right after with puppy eyes, you obviously couldn't say no to this man.

#── ›★ zekes arcane headcanons #── ;; ( viktor ) 𓂃≛#arcane #arcane hc #arcane headcanon #arcane headcanons #viktor #arcane viktor #arcane viktor x reader #viktor x reader #reader insert #arcane x reader #viktor headcanons #arcane imagine #viktor arcane

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lostbookmark · 1 day ago

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MDNI 🔞

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Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Protected/Unprotected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town romance. Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance

Jin slides a dish of vanilla ice cream to you. You smile when you see he remembers the extra sprinkles on top. Yoongi has taken a play out of your book and has been actively avoiding you since your conversation at his house two weeks ago. Every day, you watched out your window from your living room, hoping that he would come over when he returned home from work. He never did. Why was he so upset? Why was he so offended that you didn't want to sell the recipes to the farm? It's not like you were hurting the farm financially. They were doing perfectly well before you came along. They didn't need your bread or jam to be successful. It really shouldn't have mattered that you said no. You regret even agreeing to bake for them in the first place.

“Was I stupid for not selling the recipes?” You ask Jin, who is leaning on the counter in front of you with his own dish of ice cream.

“No, they mean something to you, and you shouldn't feel bad, ” he assures you. “Anyone of us could have talked to you about it. We are all at fault for this whole mess. I don't know why he is taking it so hard.”

“I feel like I've fucked everything up,” you say shoving the sweet cold ice cream in your mouth. As you chew on the colorful sprinkles the bell above the door jingles catching your attention. Hobi walks into the cafe and sits on the stool next to you as he steals a spoonful of your dessert. Your friendship with him went back to normal in a blink of an eye. It wasn't long after you both apologized that Jin and Namjoon sent you their own apologies. They didn't try to come up with excuses for Yoongi or try to make you feel bad. They were simple heartfelt apologies that you accepted right away. “Jimin and Tae even texted me asking why I was making a big deal out of it. They made a whole group chat with the three of us so they could gang up on me together.”

“Really?” Hobi asked, surprised, and you nodded.

“I'll have a talk with them later,” Jin comments, shaking his head.

“I…I just feel like I was back on track with my life, settling in nicely, and now everyone hates me,” you cry. Tears fall down your face that you quickly wipe away with your sleeve. “With the way everything has been going, I wouldn't be surprised if Kook doesn't evict me.”

“He would never do that to you. No one hates you,” Jin said, patting your head as if you're a child.

“It's all going to blow over,” Hobi said, hugging you.

“It's too late. Yoongi is clearly talking shit about me, and now everyone is going to choose sides. Jimin warned me not to let this get messy and look at us. I was so stupid to get involved with him,” you say, shaking your head disagreeing with them. “I've talked to my one and only friend from my old school district. They have a third grade teacher leaving next year. I think I'm going to take the position.”

“No, you're not,” Joon said, coming into the cafe with that damn bell jingling behind him. “We are not going to let you run away. I'll reject your resignation, and I won't give you any recommendations.”

“You would really do that to me?” You ask as he sits on your free side.

“Absolutely,” Namjoon said. “You belong here with us….you're family. Yoongi is stubborn, and so are you. Let things settle down, talk it out, and we will all move on.”

“What if we can't agree on things?” You ask, stirring the ice cream around in your bowl. “He doesn't seem to be in a rush to talk to me. He's had two weeks to talk to me. It's not like he doesn't know where I live. What if there is no fixing this?”

“What if?” Jin asks as he stares off into space as if he’s deep in thought. “What if…”

“What if what?” Hobi asks, smacking the counter, knocking Jin out of his daze.

“What if you sell the recipes to Tannie Farms, but make everything yourself?” Jin asks, looking at you curiously before breaking out in a wide smile.

“I'm not following,” you say, and your other two friends seem just as confused. The three of you in front of the counter look at each other as if Jin has gone insane. “His whole point was that I couldn't make everything myself. I can't supply you with the amount you would need.”

“I don't want to run the cafe anymore. I want to make the food I want to make,” he explains, turning serious. “Think about it, Y/N. A restaurant and bakery. Yours and mine….mine and yours. Ours. People from all over would flock to us.”

“That's….not a bad idea,” Joon said, looking at you with a surprised look on his face. Now, you are looking at him like he is the crazy one. “You would have multiple ovens big enough to make the quantities we need for deliveries, and the recipes would be safe with you. You wouldn't be selling them to strangers.”

“Okay, what about my job? Do I just give up on teaching and throw away my degree that I worked hard for? I am still paying off my student loan. I don't have the money to help you start a restaurant and bakery,” you tell them, pushing your dish of melting ice cream away. “I don't even know if I can make anything else. We can't run a bakery on one cake, bread, and a couple of jams.”

“Yoongi says he's willing to talk about it,” Hobi says, holding up his phone. You glare at him, that traitor. You knew he loved Yoongi more. “You wouldn't have to put up any money because Tannie Farms would own it. Financially, you wouldn't be on the hook for anything.”

“So, I would work for Yoongi,” you say, sounding very unamused as you take in their faces, looking excited at the possible new venture. Shaking your head, you wave your hands in front of you, showing that you were not interested. “Yeah, no thanks.”

“Please, please. Don't crush my dreams,” Jin begs, hands pressed together underneath his chin. “We could be successful. You would work for all of us, not just Yoongi. I don't want to work for my parents forever.”

“You'll have plenty of time to find more recipes and experiment,” Hobi assures you. “The whole process will take time. Months, if not years. You can do it.”

“You wouldn't even have to talk to Yoongi. Jin will handle everything, and all of us are available if you need anything. I think that you definitely can do it,” Joon says, agreeing with Hobi.

Can you? Can you do it? In theory, yes, you probably could. Your grandmother has so many different recipes that you haven't even explored yet. It's the whole working for your friends and Yoongi that is causing you to question this new business opportunity. Could you handle working for Yoongi after everything happened? You're not sure if you can or even want to. To actually work for them puts your entire livelihood at risk. If you get involved, fully involved, there is no way you could walk away at the drop of a hat if things get rough. It was a major commitment.

“Please?” Jin said, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Please, I'll love you forever. I wouldn't even dream of doing this with anyone else. We would work so well together.”

“Okay,” you give in and smack the counter with your hands, causing them to smile at you. “I guess I will be willing to listen to a full-on business plan when you have one. A complete business plan and not just an idea. However, that's all for right now ….I'll listen and consider.”

“Great! We are going to be great together,” Jin exclaims. “I need to get a menu around. Jolly Jin’s Cafe and Bakery. I can see the sign now.”

You sigh as you watch him run back into the kitchen. You think you're getting a headache.

Pulling back into your driveway, you notice Yoongi's house is dark like it has been recently. You barely even see the lights on for an extended period of time in his home at night anymore. You wonder if he kept the same routine he had when you would stay over. Dinner in the kitchen preceded by sitting in the living room curled up on the couch, reading a book. You would have been tucked into his side watching tv or scrolling through your phone as his eyes flew over the pages of his book. Sometimes, the nights would end with him pinning your against the couch cushions or scurrying upstairs quickly and into the bed. Now, those nights are over and gone with one stupid fight.

Sniffling, you blink away the unshed tears. It was then that you noticed the car parked along the side of your driveway. Looking over to your house, you stare at Changkyun from your driver's seat as you throw your car into park as he stands on your porch waiting for you. There was no reason for him to be here. He made it very loud and clear that the two of you were over. Getting out of your car, you stand rooted in your spot just looking at him. You are not willing to walk up to him. He seemed to take the hint and walked off your porch in your direction. Closing your door, you cross your arms and wait with baited breath as he nears.

“You look good,” he says, once reaching you.

He still looked good, too. Handsome as ever with that damn sharp jawline that you had fallen for in the beginning. It pissed you off. You want him to look guilty. You want him to look sad and tired. You want him to apologize for all the shit he put you through. For making you feel like you had to push your friends away. For making you feel like you were not good enough for him. However, he doesn't. He looks like he doesn't have a care in the world.

“How did you find me?” You ask, taking a step back away from him. A part of you wonders if you can jump back in your car and drive away quickly.

“I went to your parents' house, and your mom told me where you were living. I really need to talk to you,” he says.

“I think you said plenty when you said, and I quote ‘I don't love you anymore’,” you tell him. “I don't think that there is anything left to say. You wasted your time coming here.”

You push past him, but he reaches out and grabs your arm, stopping you from leaving. You pull out of his grasp and glare at him. You don't want him to touch you. You don't even want to look at him. Crossing your arms, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’m really trying to be civil about this, Y/N,” he said. “I just want my engagement ring back.”

“Why now?” You ask with a laugh. “What, are you getting married sometime soon?” He looks away, not able to look you in the eye. Your jaw drops in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? I've only been gone for a few months and you're engaged. Who?”

“It doesn't matter who. Just give me the ring, and I'll be gone out of your life forever,” he says harshly.

“Tell me who,” you demand. You notice Yoongi pull into his driveway with perfect timing. Great, just great. This day just couldn't get any better. “You owe me that much.”

“Hanna,” he said quietly, looking down at his shoes as you hear Yoongi's car door open and close in the background.

Hanna, the one who you caught him in bed with. The one who you thought was one of your friends. You see Yoongi linger by his kitchen door in your peripheral vision after he slowly made his way up the steps to his house. You turn your head to look at him. Unfortunately, it triggered Changkyun to do the same. Suddenly, his whole demeanor changed.

“Baby, I wish I could change things,” he said in a sickeningly sweet, smooth voice. “I know we were so good together at one point, but that ended. I’ve moved on, and you need to accept that. It's time for you to move on as well.”

“Don't call me that. You need to leave. I'm not giving you anything,” you hiss at him and turn to leave.

“That ring is mine,” he growled at you, grabbing onto you again and pulling you to him. You stumble over your feet as he pulls. “Just give it to me.”

Before you can even comprehend what was happening, Yoongi was in between the two of you. He gives Changkyun a forceful shove, making him stumble backward away from you. Yoongi reaches behind his back and pulls you behind him more, shielding your body. Protecting you. Keeping you safe.

“Just go,” Yoongi growls at him, and Changkyun just laughs at him. “It's clear she doesn't want you here. Get in your car and get the fuck out of here!”

“You think I'm afraid of you?” he asks, looking at him with a distasteful look before looking over Yoongi's shoulder at you. Changkyun laughs at the two of you, shaking his head in amusement. “Min Yoongi? Really, that’s the best you can do? Fuck, are you that desprate?”

“Well he's a million times better than a selfish jackass I know. I don't have the ring anymore, so just leave,” you yell at him from behind Yoongi.

“Where is it?” he snaps at you.

“Watch how you fucking talk to her,” Yoongi snaps back at him, still holding you behind him.

“I pawned it,” you laugh from behind the blonde man, making Changkyun narrow his eyes at you. “It bought me a lovely tv hanging on my wall right now. It's much more pleasant to look at than that ugly ass ring.”

You watch as Changkyun clenches his jaw and stomps away back to his fancy SUV. He stops halfway to his destination before turning back to look at both you and Yoongi. Changing his mind, he walks back toward you. Yoongi reaches back again, making sure that you're still tucked away safely behind him.

“You know,” he says, approaching you. “I never wanted to marry you. I only asked becasue you wouldn’t fucking stop nagging me about it. You were never good enough to be my wife, you stupid…”

That was enough for Yoongi as something inside him snapped. You watch in horror as he throws himself at Changkyun, taking them both onto the hard ground below their feet. It probably would have been comical watching two grown men roll around on the ground had they been strangers, but they weren't, and they were both pissed. This wasn't funny at all. You watch on, with your hands in front of your mouth in shock as Yoongi, who comes out on top lands a punch to Changkyuns stomach from above making him double over and turn slightly away from him. Changkyun, although laid out underneath the pissed off blonde, he wasn't deterred for too long. Using all his power, he spun his torso around quickly, elbowing Yoongi in the face and successfully knocking Yoongi off of him.

“STOP IT!” You yell out into the evening air as Yoongi lands on the ground next to your ex-boyfriend. They didn't listen to you. Changkyun stands, quickly grabbing Yoongi by the back of his jacket, bringing up on his own feet and bending him down low enough to knee him in the side, making him drop again. Yoongi's knees hit the ground hard before catching himself with his hands so he didn’t fall flat on his face. “CHANGKYUN STOP IT! STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!” You scream at him as he goes to grab Yoongi again.

You push forward, latching onto Changkyun’s arm, trying to shake him off Yoongi. Unfortunately, he wasn't discouraged and managed to get Yoongi back up. Grabbing his wrist, you pull as hard as you could, but he was much stronger than you. Instead, you sink your nails into his skin, dragging them across his flesh, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Changkyun growls. With his free hand, he pushes you away, causing you to stumble back and fall on your ass.

“Keep your hands off her,” Yoongi barks sharply.

Gaining some strength, Yoongi sweeps Changkyun's leg, causing them both to fall once more upon the ground. They roll around a couple of times, trying to each gain the upper hand. You scooch back on your butt trying to stay out of the way.

“She deserved it,” Changkyun growls, pinning Yoongi underneath him. They are both panting, but Changkyun smirks in victory as he looks down at Yoongi. “You think you're so tough. Fucking Min Yoongi, you ain't shit!”

You're too focused on watching your ex pull his arm back for a punch, you hardly register the footsteps quickly running up the driveway until an extra body jumps on Changkyun’s back pulling him off of Yoongi. Jungkook wraps his arms fully around him, dragging him back and away from the hurt man on the ground. Changkyun struggles with your friend, trying to get out of his hold. Tae jumps in quickly, getting in front of them just in case he breaks away and helps Jungkook push Changkyun back until they get him to his car.

“Yoongi,” you cry out, throwing yourself next to him as he struggles to get himself onto his knees.

You grab on to him gently and bring him close to you. He rests his head on your chest as he tries to catch his breath after getting the wind knocked out of him. You stroke his hair with your hand, hoping desperately that he was okay. You see him close his eyes, taking in your touch. You wish you knew what else to do. You wish you could take everything back. You wish for a lot of things.

“You're both pathetic and deserve each other,” Changkyun yells out before finally getting into his vehicle, slamming his door shut in anger.

“Go, before we call the police,” Kook said, pointing to the end of the driveway.

Changkyun backs out of your driveway and squeals his tires before racing away, leaving a cloud of dust and dirt behind in the air. You watch him drive away until his tail lights disappear in the rapidly darkening horizon. Tae comes over and helps Yoongi stand on his own feet. You slowly get off the ground and stand beside them, waiting for someone to say something. Carefully, you place your hand on Yoongi's shoulder, but he instantly shrugs it off. That hurt. You can feel your heart drop down to your stomach. It's really over.

Yoongi and Taehyung take off, walking to his place while holding his side and slightly hunched over. Jungkook approaches you, and the two of you stare at each other. He looks sad. It's been weeks since you last talked to him. He's probably been actively avoiding this whole mess. You know he would never want to choose between you and Yoongi like Jimin and Tae apparently did.

“I should go with them,” he says, jerking his thumbs to the house next door. He's choosing Yoongi, and your heart breaks a little. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer with a nod. You don't blame him for wanting to leave. They were his brothers. You, you were the bitch he was renting his house to. The bitch who they can't make money off of. “Yeah.”

You turn and go to your house before he can even walk away or say anything more. Unlocking the door, you enter your house and slam the door shut, making the blinds on the kitchen windows shake and rattle. It wasn't going to work. The business plan wouldn't work. Your friendships weren't going to work. This small ass town wasn't going to work. You grab your phone from your bag. Pulling up Joons contact, you open a new message.

I’m taking the third grade job. I'm sorry I can't do this.

You can't. You won't.

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captain-bubble-wrap · 6 hours ago

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Taking Quinn home to meet your parents for the first time? Could the reader have a little brother who knows who Quinn is? Pretty please? 🎀

"Oh, be warned, mom is probably going to give you a kiss."

From the driver's seat, Quinn gave you a peculiar look as he rounded the last corner before finally arriving at your parent's house. He didn't know what to do with the tidbit of information you had given him, which prompted you to elaborate. You knew you should have probably declared that a lot earlier, but it had simply slipped your mind. It had been quite sometime since you had brought anyone home since moving away.

"Just on the cheek! She's...just really affectionate!"

Returning his eyes to the road, Quinn's tone dropped, "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Daddy will look at you like he wants to shoot you...but only for a few minutes."

It was a nervous laugh that came out of Quinn's mouth. "Yeah, that's uh-- that's good to know. Thanks-- babe."

"Oh, stop! You'll be fine!"

It was obvious Quinn was nervous, and while you tried to reassure him that everything was okay, he still looked at you with unease after parking the car. This was supposed to be a fun day, and you felt responsible for the sudden shift in the overall mood.

"I promise they'll love you!" You reached over and touched his hand. "I promise."

Quinn gave you the softest smile before following you out of the car. He shuffled silently behind you, up the sidewalk and to the front door where after a short moment, your mother answered your knocking.

"Oh, you finally made it!" She hugged you first before zeroing in on Quinn, who still was lingering on the porch. "You too, Quinn! Come on!"

While he got the mother treatment, you made your way over to your dad, who was getting up from his chair.

"So this is the guy, huh?" He wasn't the most affectionate man, nor the most chipper when it came to who his daughter was involved with, so you didn't take his lack of warmth too personally.

"Be nice! He's sweet, you'll like him. And I'm happy to see you, too!"

His grumble was to be expected. He had yet to "like" any of your boyfriends; his standards just seemed too high. "Mhm, you've said that before."

You'd roll your eyes before leaving him to go rescue Quinn. "Mom! Let him breathe!"

"Oh, he's fine! It's good to finally meet you! Y|N has told us quite a bit about you, but I'm sure she's been holding back!"

Yours and Quinn's cheeks flushed with pink; yours because your mom had just revealed how often you talked about him, and Quinn's because he was being talked about... Before either of you could open your mouths to say anything in objection, your little brother came running from his room upstairs. The sounds of his rapid footfalls made everyone turn towards the thuds. He had just turned fourteen and was loving being the only child in the house since you had moved out.

"Whoa, what is Quinn Hughes doing in our living room?" He had come to a stop in the middle of the staircase, and was staring at Quinn, mouth slightly open at the sight of the hockey player standing there.

"How do you know who he is?" Questioned your mother, confused by the sudden change of events. She looked from your brother, to you, and then finally at Quinn. He was smiling, hands in his pockets as he hated being the center of attention for anything.

"He's the captain for the Vancouver Canucks, mom!"

"The who?"

Your brother threw his head back as he sighed, still the drama queen you realized. "Hockey, mom! C'mon!"

"Attitude," barked your dad, growing more annoyed with the back-and-forth. Now was about the time that he took his afternoon nap, and like a toddler, he was getting grumpy. Your brother, ignored the fact that he was being reprimanded, an made short work of the rest of the stairs to stop right in front of Quinn. He had yet to even acknowledge you were standing there!

"You're like the best defenseman in the league! I can't believe you're in my house!"

"Meet your biggest fan, Quinn," you teased as your brother eyed you like he had caught you in the act of theft.

"You're dating my sister? What the heck?"

Quinn smirked despite the family dynamic being a little chaotic at the moment, "Yeah, for about a year now."

Your brother didn't know how to respond to what Quinn had said, and opted to give you another judgmental stare instead. He had been around ten when you moved out, and neither of you had been real close whenever you had lived together. Now, however, you felt like complete strangers; he only seemed interested that you were home because of who you had brought along.

"Gross! You could do better!"

"Parker!" Hissed both of your parents in unison. You stifled a snort at him getting double-teamed; poor Quinn, however, looked lost at sea.

"What? It's true!" He snickered, looking back at Quinn like he was going to somehow agree with the childish statement. "Hey, do you think you could sign one of my sticks?"

Breaking up your brother trying to be the center of attention, she turned back to Quinn, "Y|N said you played hockey, but we didn't realize you played professionally! You're so young! And Parker, leave him be, alright? There will be plenty of time for all of that later. They've not even taken their coats off! Come on, you two. Let me make you both something to eat. I'm sure you're hungry."

Parker couldn't get over the fact that he had just met his sports idol, your boyfriend no less. He couldn't wait to tell the team at practice. They weren't going to believe him!

#🗣 hockey mom daydreams #quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes fic

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ssentimentals · 18 hours ago

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hi nini!! hope you doing great today 😊 saw your prompt list for your 1.7k followers celebration (HAPPY 1.7K FOLLOWERS NINI!! 🥺💐). could i possibly request svt woozi x oc/reader with prompt no. 8 pls? thank you so much!! been reading your works since last yr and all of it are so amazingggg ><

hi anonie! ahhh thank you so much!! i'm so happy you're enjoying my works :') and of course you can request, thank you for doing so! 💜

prompt: 'who did this to you?'

'baby, i'm home!' you announce, closing the door behind yourself. quickly taking off your hat and scarf, you start unbuttoning your coat, talking loudly: 'god, it's freezing outside! please tell me that you managed to fix our heater, this zero degrees situation is frankly ridicilous. oh and i also got us tacos cause it's friday and we deserve tacos!'

you stumble into the living room with wide smile and bag full of said tacos in your hands, pausing at the sight of an empty room with your boyfriend nowhere in sight. jihoon always makes a point of greeting you from work, has this whole routine of coming over with gentle smile and even gentler hands that instantly pull you close for a hug. the silence in apartment is suspicious and you paddle slowly to the kitchen and then to the bedroom. you call his name again and when instead of a usual 'hey baby' you get 'don't come in!' from him, you start getting nervous. 'what's happening? why i can't come in?'

'uh- nothing, it's all good, you can enter the bedroom just not our bathroom, okay? i'll be out in a second.'

jihoon's voice sounds strained and it lacks usual warmth that he always has reserved for you. without thinking twice you enter the bedroom and make a beeline towards the bathroom, leaning on the door but not opening it, not yet. 'what is going on?' you ask carefully. 'i'm getting anxious here, ji, don't do this to me.'

jihoon knows how bad you are with situations like that, knows that your anxiety skyrockets when you have no idea what is happening. last thing he wants is to make you worried though, so with a sigh he unlocks the door, letting you in. he saw his reflection in the mirror and is aware of how black eye contrasts with his pale skin, but when he catches look of pure shock on your face, he thinks maybe he underestimated his skills of using concealer. 'um,' he starts unsurely. 'sorry, i don't have my own makeup so i took your concealer without asking first.'

that brings you back as you sputter, stepping closer to him with worried eyes. 'wha- you think that's what i care about right now?' you ask indignantly and with careful hands you take a hold of his face. 'baby, what happened? who did this to you?'

jihoon doesn't really want to answer this question. he knows it's very justified but he can't tell you that some guys at work were making stupid jokes about his relationships and one of them took it too far. he normally can't care less of what people think but not when it comes to you; he's not proud of how he handled it, but he doesn't regret sticking up for you against others. looking at your eyes that are slowly starting to fill up with tears, jihoon knows that he'll fight however many guys on this planet because you are his diamond and he won't let anyone speak badly about you. out loud he says only: 'you should see the other guy. this,' he motions to his black eye, 'is nothing compared to how he looks now.'

it's not enough to ease your worries but it does make you laugh and spal his shoulder. 'jihoon!' you shake your head. 'don't even try to cover it up with jokes. oh god, it looks horrible,' you lean closer, inspecting his face. 'oh baby. what happened? are you okay? should we go to the hospital?'

your sweetness washes over him and jihoon smiles, tugging you closer. 'no need, i'm good. just got this black eye and that's it. and we just- misunderstood each other.'

you raise your eyebrow at this. 'you're not type of guy who punches first and asks questions later. what happened, baby?'

jihoon glances at the bag on the floor and smiles. 'did you got us something on the way home?'

you turn, smiling. 'yeah, tacos from our favorite place. wait, don't try to distract me mister, tell me-'

'i am starving,' jihoon interrupts and leans in, pecking your lips. 'you know what can really help me right now? will make me feel better? you on my lap while we're eating our favorite tacos. hm? can we do that, angel?'

jihoon knows that you're tactful enough to know when not to push, but he can see battle happening in your eyes. at last you decide to let it go for now, letting him pull you to the kitchen. jihoon easily wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you on his lap, ignoring your squeak of protest. 'thank you for the tacos, baby,' he mutters, kissing your shoulder. 'you're the best.'

'mhm,' you turn to him, wiggling a little until you get comfortable. 'we will talk anyways, ji. just not now.'

jihoon nods. not now is enough. he was so distraught when he came back home that having you like this is truly the only thing that can make him feel better. he hugs you tighter and leans with his forehead on your back. 'tell me about your day, baby. please,' he asks quietly.

your hand finds his and you giving it a squeeze before starting to recount everything what happened with you today. jihoon feels tension leave his body at the sound of your voice and your body close to him. when you absentmindedly start caressing his hand, he smiles. yeah, he's very okay with getting into fights on your behalf. you deserve it.

a/n: hopefully you liked it, let me know! <3 - nini

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kaivenom · 13 hours ago

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This is a silly one but I’ve always found it interesting to see! Maybe the strawhats (platonic) with a very self-sacrificing reader? Like they don’t notice how genuinly bad it is until a big ultimatum where the reader happily just goes in head first to die for them knowing there’s no hope of saving them (but the strawhats do save them and now they all are kinda realising that maybe the reader isn’t just a bit of a reckless idiot)

I would have requested the dilfs for this but they fit more also LOVE all your writings and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE the dilf content . Hope you’re having a good day!

The strawhats crew with a self-sacrificing!reader

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You are on the nursery room of the ship and can hear all the yells on the deck.

You can't hear the words but you can sense that they are angry. You start to feel sad because they are angry at you.

Then Chopper came back and started to check the bandages without saying a word.

"I'm sorry that you are mad at me, next time i would do it right."

Chopper looked at you and started crying while catching your hand.

"Please don't do that again, we don't want there to be a next time of this..."

You nodded and Chopper left the room, you were shocked that he said that, why would there no be another time? sacrificing for the team it's your thing, that's why you are worthy to the team.

The next weeks, while you recover, all your crewmates seem extremely careful and attentive with you.

Sanji prepares your favourite food and sits with you until you finish it.

Zoro makes you take naps with him when you are too much time standing up.

Ussop tries to make up jokes to make you laugh.

Robin and Nami do a lot of girls nights with you.

Brook keeps playing your favourite tunes.

Chopper is always by your side, cheking your wounds.

Luffy is there too, but just doing Luffy things.

You aren't used to all this attention, you feel really misplaced with all of this. Even though they are being really nice, it's noticable that there is a shadow upon all of them.

Once your wounds are finally closed and Chopper gives you the medical discharge, you go to the kitchen to tell them.

But they have a stressed look, they made you sit and Luffy took the word.

"Don't you ever do that again, you are part of the team and you can't run like that to danger, once we can pass it but you do it every time like your life is worth nothing and you almost died this last time..."

"But that is my part on the team, you have a doctor, swordsman, cook... i am the cannon meat, the one who sacrifices."

You said it with a smile but all of them are frowning, you could even saw a couple of tears on someone's eyes.

Luffy banned you from going to battle and you always had someone near you.

Even Chopper started studying some psychology to do therapy seasons with you.

You at first didn't saw the problem but since they all are so annoying about that, you do as they say.

Weeks passed and you started to notice that maybe they are right, that you shouldn't run directly into danger cause that would make them sad and you all are a team.

The moment you told them you were sorry and that you understood and won't do it again, was the moment they all cried like babies and suffocated you on a hug.

From now on, you would try to be more self-conscious about danger, so you won't hurt them again.

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tikosblogg · 7 hours ago

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Meet n Greet… Noah Drabble..

Warning: none just pure cuteness.

A/N: This has been rotting in my drafts forever. I decided to post it while I’m working on Ch 2 of who am I? It should be up by one day this week!

Bad omens. My favorite band. Here I was watching them live, along with my four year old lily.

A questionable parenting choice, perhaps, taking a small child to a metal concert. But Lily loved them. I’d played their music constantly since she was born. “There Is A Hell, Believe Me I’ve Seen It. There Is A Heaven, Let’s Keep It A Secret” was practically her lullaby. Okay, maybe not the best lullaby, but she seemed to like it.

And now, here we were, waiting in line for the meet and greet. Lily, perched on my hip, was a whirlwind of excited energy. Her tiny hands were clapping, her bright blue eyes darting around the room, soaking in the sights and sounds.

Then she saw him.

Noah. The man whose voice had carried me through so many tough times. He was standing with the rest of the band, posing for pictures with a fan.

“NOAH!” Lily’s voice, surprisingly loud for such a small person, sliced through the din. She started waving her hand, her little face alight with pure, unadulterated joy. “Noah! Noah!”

He looked up. His dark eyes, that I’d only ever seen in photos or on a screen, locked onto Lily. A genuine, warm smile spread across his face, transforming his usual brooding expression. He waved back.

Lily squealed, wriggling in my arms, as I sat her down beside me. The line inched forward, each step feeling like an eternity. Finally, it was our turn.

As soon as our feet hit the designated photo area, Lily launched herself forward. She bypassed the rest of the band entirely and barreled straight into Noah, wrapping her arms around his leg in a tight hug.

He laughed, a deep, resonant sound that sent shivers down my spine. He reached down, effortlessly scooping her up into his arms. Lily, now face-to-face with her idol, hugged him around the neck.

“If I’m there’ is me and Mommy’s favorite song!” she declared, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

Noah’s laugh was warm against my ears this time. “Really? I love that song too.”

“Yeah,” Lily continued, her volume increasing with each word, “but Mommy cries when she hears it!”

My cheeks flushed crimson. Mortification washed over me in waves. "Lily, shhh," I hissed, trying to silence her from completely exposing me. It was true. That song always got to me.

Noah looked at me, that sweet smile still playing on his lips. Then, turning back to Lily, and looking around us, as if expecting someone else to be with us, he asked, “Does your daddy not like our music too?”

Lily shook her head vehemently. “I don’t have a daddy.”

The laughter in Noah’s eyes vanished. His expression softened, a flicker of something I couldn’t quite decipher crossing his features. He gave Lily another squeeze, his gaze shifting to me. He mouthed a silent “sorry,” his eyes conveying genuine sympathy.

I shrugged it off, offering a weak smile. It was fine. We were fine.

“I have a mommy,” Lily declared, puffing out her chest with pride. “I don’t need a daddy.”

Noah nodded, his gaze lingering on me just a beat too long. “That’s right. You got your mommy. That’s all you need.”

He looked at me again, his eyes searching mine. Before I could formulate a response, Lily piped up again. “Mommy says she wish you were my daddy, cuz you’re handsome!”

I gasped, instinctively covering my face with my hands. This couldn't be happening. The earth should just open up and swallow me whole. Humiliation pricked at my skin.

Noah and the rest of the band erupted in laughter. It was good natured laughter, but still. I wanted to disappear.

Noah, regaining his composure, looked at me with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I think your mommy is very pretty too."

My heart skipped a beat. Heat bloomed in my chest, chasing away some, but not all, of the embarrassment.

He reached out his hand. Hesitantly, I took it. His fingers closed around mine, his grip warm and surprisingly firm. He gently tugged me closer, pulling me into his side.

“Come on, let’s get a picture,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

The rest of the band gathered around us, their laughter subsiding into playful grins. I felt a hand on my back, guiding me into place. I was acutely aware of his arm around my waist, the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

Someone snapped a photo. Then another. And another. Each flash of the camera a stark reminder of the surreal situation I found myself in.

Finally, the impromptu photoshoot was over. I fumbled in my bag, pulling out a CD insert of their album. It was a picture of the whole band. “Would you mind signing this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

They happily obliged, passing the insert around for each member to add their signature. Noah was last. He took the marker, his dark eyes meeting mine. He held my gaze for a long moment, something unreadable swirling within their depths.

He scribbled something on the insert, then handed it back to me with a wink. “Was nice meeting you two,” he said, his voice a soft murmur.

Flustered, I thanked them and quickly ushered Lily out of the room. The cool night air felt like a welcome relief against my burning skin.

Back in the car, strapped into Lily's carseat, she chattered excitedly about meeting Noah. I managed a weak smile and started the engine.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I glanced down at the signed CD insert, which was lying on the passenger seat. I picked it up, my fingers tracing the signatures. Then, my eyes landed on something else.

Beneath his signature, Noah had written a phone number. A real, legitimate phone number.

My breath hitched. My heart pounded in my chest. My mind reeled. Was this really happening?

I stared at the number, my fingers trembling. It was a bold move. A completely unexpected move. A move that had the potential to change everything.

I glanced in the rearview mirror at Lily, fast asleep in her car seat, her face peaceful and serene. I looked back at the number.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #badomensimagines #noahsebastiancult #bad omens cult #imagines #bad omens band

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xxchaosjojoxx · 3 days ago

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Valentine’s Card (Penguin x f!reader)

A/N: my piece of work for @quinloki valentines event <3

Words: 1486

Valentine’s day was something you really hated. Why do you need a day to express your love for the people who deserved it? However there was something you absolutely loved. Creating Valentine’s Cards with funny quotes. You spent the last two nights creating some origin quotes for your crewmates. It was your first valentine’s day with the heart pirates and you weren’t sure how they would react.

As soon as the sun rose you were up, delivering your valentine’s card.

Ikkaku was the first one who got hers. She was confused after you handed her a light purple card. While her eyes were scanning the words, a laugh escaped her and tears were forming. “‘Are you an octopus? Because you octopi my thoughts.’ Haha what is this?”

You grinned. “Just my appreciation for valentine’s day.” “I absolutely love this. Thank you.”

As time passed you handed over several cards. There were only 4 left. Law, Bepo, Shachi and of course Penguin. The rest of the crew were smiling at you, even Jean Bart’s cheeks were a little red after reading his.

The next ones you found were Bepo and Law and this was kinda scary.

Law’s gaze was stern and unamused as he was observing you.

“I just thought I could give you something to make you smile.”

You said and handed Bepo and Law their cards.

Bepo was smiling and read his card out loud. “‘You are beary special for me.’ Ohh you are so cute and nice y/n. Thank you.” And with that you got a big hug from Bepo.

“Thanks Bepo but you are nearly killing me right now.”

You looked at Law and became nervous. He scoffed a little and you tried to escape his presence. “Well time to go.” - “Wait a damn minute y/n-ya.”

Your captain said a little louder and you yelped while turning your body towards him once more.

“Look captain I just thought it may be a fu-”

“Thanks.” He said and you blinked at him a few times.

“Huh?”

And then you saw it. A rare small smile on his lips.

“I stole your heart, huh?” He smirked and a blush was now on your face and you tried to hide your face. “I just thought it may be funny…”

“I know.” He took a few steps towards you, his index finger was on your chin, forcing you to look up at him. It was the first time your captain was so close to you. And damn was he attractive. “See this as payback.” He said with a low voice as he stepped away from you. “Let’s go Bepo.” he said and both of them left you. Your heart was racing. “God dang it, Captain. I nearly fell in love with you back there.” You mumbled and took a few deep breaths.

It took a while for you to calm down and if there wasn’t already someone who captured your heart, you were pretty sure that you would indeed fall for your captain. Especially with this husky voice of his. “Captain was pretty smooth, huh?” A voice was catching you off guard and there you saw Shachi in the door frame.

“How long did you stand there?”

“A while.” Shachi said and grinned. “So do you have one of these pretty cards for me and Peng as well?” He wiggled his eyebrow and with a scoff you handed him over a card.

“‘You’re a whale of a friend.’” Oh damn please tell me you read those cheeky lines somewhere.

“Nope” You tipped your head. “I used my brain for these masterpieces.”

Shachi leaned an arm over your shoulder. “Last one for your special someone? Or your special penguin?”

Your cheeks grew hot and you pushed him away. “It’s just a coincidence that Penguin is the last one to receive one.”

Shachi was staring at me with an amused look. “Of course darling. He is in our room.”

There you were standing in front of Penguin’s and Shachi shared room. You were nervous. Your hands felt sweaty, your body was trembling. It took a couple of minutes for you to knock on the door. Soon enough a “Come in” was heard and you entered the room quickly and closed the door.

PEnguin was slightly confused seeing you there. He didn’t expect you at all.

“Oh hey Y/N.” He said and was leaving his bed, standing in front of you. “Are you ok? Do you have a fever? Your face is quite red.”

Before his hands could touch your forehead you hugged him. Now it was him who went red and Penguin couldn’t help but stutter. “W-W-What?” He said and wanted to reciprocate your hug but you quickly let go of him, taking a few steps back.

“I’m sorry I don’t have any clue why I did this. Ehmm I have something for you.”

You gave him his card. “I have to go bye.” And then Penguin was alone in his room.

Dumbfounded, blushing and reading his card all over. Again and again.

‘Waddling your way to wish you a happy valentine’s day’ Two penguins were holding hands and a cute little heart was above them, like a mistletoe.

Penguin was happy and couldn’t help but smile all the time. Til the point where he met Shachi and Hakugan. They were talking about something, holding a card in their hands.

“Hey guys. What are you talking about?” He was curious and afraid. He recognized your handwriting.

“We were talking about our cards. Y/N made one for us. Everyone has a different cheeky quote.” Hakugan said excitedly and showed Penguin his card. ‘You’re the catch of the day.’

Penguin felt down and both men in front of him noticed it.

“Are you ok?” He nodded and mumbled. “Yeah I just thought I would be special.”

“What did you say?” Hakugan asked. He was concerned.

“It’s fine.” He said and left the room. Shachi was fast behind him. “What’s wrong bro?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Come on. Something is bugging you.”

“I said, it’s nothing. Stop bickering me.”

Shachi stand still. “Are you jealous or something?”

“I have no reason to be jealous!” Penguin was turning towards his best friend. Screaming at him. He was angry even though his friend did nothing wrong. “Come on Bro.” Shachi said calmly, leading his best friend to the nearest storage room, so both of them could sit on the nearest box.

“You can talk to me dude.”

Penguin was pouting. “I know you said you have no reason to be jealous, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t feel this way.”

“You’re right.” Penguin said. His voice was barely a whisper.

“I thought I was someone special.” He confessed and Shachi patted his shoulder. “You are special to y/n.”

He groaned. “Yeah special like all of you.”

“You are different from us.”

“Yeah sure.” The man with the penguin said with a scoff.

“Stop being a sarcastic ass. She even denied Law. I heard her talking to herself. Stuff like ‘She would fell for him, if there wasn’t someone else who got her heart already’”

Penguin looked up at Shachi, a sad look in his eyes. “She fell for Captain?” He asked.

“DUDE!” Shachi smacked his arm. “Learn to listen! No, she didn’t fall for him. Because there is someone else. She is in love with someone else.”

Penguin was hiding his face under his hat. “Great. Thanks for that.”

“I bet it’s you.”

Penguin couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah sure. Just go and leave me alone.”

“It’s the truth. Why can-!” - “WHY should she love someone like me? Why do think so? I am just a friend to her. Like everyone here. Stop trying to cheer me up.” Penguin stood up and stormed outside the storage room, losing his card in return.

Shachi was taking his card, reading it and couldn’t help but laugh like a maniac. “He’s a confirmed idiot.”

The red hair stood up, leaving the room and could see Penguin’s back.

“Maybe you should read the small print, dumbass!” Shachi screamed and Penguin froze. He was turning towards Shachi slowly. “What?”

Penguin could see the card in the hands of his best friend. “Lost something?” Shachi grinned , taking a few steps towards his best friend, and giving his valentine’s card back to you.

“Learn to read properly.” With that he left.

And Penguin read it again. His best friend was right. He was an idiot. With fast steps he was running through the Polar Tang, searching for you. As soon as he saw you, he hugged you. “The answer is Yes. Always and forever.”

‘When Penguins find their mate, they stay together forever. Wanna be my Penguin?’

#love is in the air #op penguin x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #penguin x reader #x reader #penguin one piece #female reader #penguin #fluff #valentines day

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okaysonny · 3 days ago

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Saw that your reqs are open, so I wanted to ask for a platonic one-shot, hope you don't mind! I have this headcanon where the reader is Daniel's younger twin who is mute and whose behavior is very much like Vasco's. Maybe that's why Daniel could understand Jay without a problem— because he grew up with us and knew exactly what we wanted before we learned how to write or even any form of sign language (and also why he seems very patient and a bit unfazed by his friend group's silliness, if I'm not mistaken-).

a/n: i like very much 😍 you can chalk their communication down to TWINK TELEPATHY but this is a better explanation

headcanons bc anon said in another ask they dm👍🏽

★ daniel knowing sign language because of his twin is saur cute...him picking up on little gestures when they were both small </3

★ in the beginning of lookism, he was lowkey a pos. (yelled at his mom + blamed her for his life) so with his mom working all the time, daniel has to take responsibility in minding them. thinks his sibling is a bit of a nuisance, especially because of that bubbly, enthusiastic energy that vasco has.

★ buuut, he doesn't realise how much his experiences - the sign language, the (although reluctant) patience and care - sets him apart. not everyone has those skills, even if he thinks it's normal.

★ there's this scene at the start where daniel yells at his mom for putting an egg in his ramen 😭 i see his twin giving a judgmental look after, and daniel feels guilty. still, he does have a what would they know? attitude.

★ when daniel was transferring schools, he felt bad about running away from his problems and leaving his mom by herself. so i also think he'll feel bad about leaving his sibling by themselves too. they'll be on their own when his mom is working.

★ he’d sit down and have this so...i won't be here with you anymore. you'll be fine, right? conversation. daniel ask a bunch of questions for his own reassurance, and they just nod at everything.

★ cue emotional moment where his twin suddenly hugs him...and daniel realises he'll actually miss them. he starts crying, overwhelmed by the thought of leaving everything behind.

★ as daniel goes through his character growth, his connection with jay makes more sense now. his understanding of jay’s nonverbal communication comes naturally because he grew up doing the same with his sibling! in a way, with jay's friendship, he wants to make up for those early moments when daniel was dismissive with them.

★ thanksgiving arc reunion (the first one) would be heart tugging! i can see his sibling's appearance changing slightly. maybe they sign something like i knew you’d be okay and he tears up all over again.

★ his twin is looking after their mom now. daniel is grateful and proud, it's something that he never did before he moved away.

★ i don't think daniel really reveals personal details to his friends? so if his sibling visits him while everyone's around...it would be really funny. if the twin is a guy, everyone's like why are there two of them? if it’s a girl, it’s…why is daniel in a wig?

★ because his sibling has vasco's traits, i can defo see vasco having these intense conversations with them through gestures and nods. vasco doesn’t question it at all — he just asks more questions, completely fascinated. everyone else is like ermmm wtf

★ JAY AND HIS TWIN INTERACTING WOULD BE SO CUTE!!! they’d be communicating with quiet excitement :') a heartwarming moment for both of them, realising they aren’t alone in their experiences.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism comic #lookism x reader #lookism x you #lookism imagines #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism fanfiction #lookism fanfic #lookism fic #lookism fluff #daniel park #lookism daniel #daniel lookism #daniel park x reader #park hyungseok #park hyungseok x reader

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that-hazbin · 6 hours ago

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Media Demon AU

Imagine Alastor giving off raw theatre kid energy as he tells Charlie about his current hyperfixation the production, the books, the actors ect.

And Lucifer and Lilith realise The Media Demon does have a ulterior motive, a captive audience to gossip with. I imagine he leaves them with a business card for his Radio Studio, praising Charlie's enthusiasm for the arts and telling her if she ever wants to sing or act professionally she can audition any time when she's older.

Unlikely but a funny possibility: Years later Alastor being approached by his Radio Studio's headline imp singer/actress/gossip bestie who reveals herself as the Princess of Hell. He did not expect that.

Funnier possibility: Alastor offers to sponsor the The Princess of Hells project, not knowing she's his headline singer(maybe Lucifer made it a condition that Charlie keeps her identity secret if she chooses to work with him, so Charlie's the one with a secret deal instead of Alastor). He tells his headline singer (and you can bet he's hammed up and perfected the daughter stealer act, he adores this little imp who reminds him of Charlie) the Princesses project has potential and he believes in it being possible while telling Charlie he's merely there for entertainment. She's nodding along with the warm fuzzies because Alastor her third parental figure genuinely believes in her project and she wants to hug him like she could as his headline singer and can't because of that blasted contract!!

Lmao it's really funny that Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie would continue building a relationship with Alastor in their imp/succubus personas. It makes it 100% more adorable that he'd be talking about how much he believes in Princess Morningstar's redemption project to his favorite musical starlet.

He wouldn't even be the one to bring it up, disguised Charlie (maybe she calls herself Chelsea or Charlene) would be testing the waters like "Heyyy, I heard a rumor that the princess of hell is starting a... redemption hotel? What do you think—" And Alastor immediately gets INTO the conversation, full attention, practically vibrating with energy. He thinks it's a GREAT idea and Princess Charlotte Morningstar seems to have a BRILLIANT mind, isn't it GREAT that she cares so much about her subjects, and you know what, what do you say we go visit her daring hotel project and offer some advertisement services, let's go RIGHT NOW and—

and Charlie is holding onto her tears for dear LIFE.

She definitely wouldn't have the will to keep the secret from him when he meets her as the princess, though. Especially when he goes into his whole "I'm a scary overlord, fear me" persona, pretending he's not ACTUALLY that invested in this hotel project beyond the entertainment value. Alastor's all "HAHA, I don't believe in your silly redemption nonsense, no!" and Charlie's cracking up on the inside because SURE, Alastor, SURE you don't. It's not as though you were gossiping over tea earlier about the necessity of professional therapy for true redemption, and it's not like you already half-way redeemed half of Hell on your own just by turning it into a safe space for one's passions and talents.

Real talk though Alastor will be MORTIFIED when he finds out Charlie's identity, not just because he apparently already ruined his Grand Plan For Getting The Hazbin Hotel Back Together, but also because he's been in a sort of weird MAYBE relationship with her parents, and that means he's been ALMOST-DATING THE QUEEN AND KING THIS ENTIRE TIME. IT'S BEEN YEARS.

Wait is that why Hell's political scene has been improving every time he complained about something to them? Those little shits, they've been stealing his ideas and using him as their royal counsel! Hey, he should be PAYED for that shit!

Meanwhile Charlie's glad the secret's out because her parents no longer have an excuse to not ask Alastor, who is pretty much her third parent, out. Like, officially, instead of giving him weird heart eyes whenever he's not looking.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #lilith morningstar #lucilith #media demon au #hellradio

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arrowfleur · 2 days ago

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Redacted Valenswap!! <3

Thank you so much @ode2youu / @shadowofyouu for organising this event, it’s been so fun!

Here’s my fic for @aimedis, I hope you enjoy!

Tags I took from your sheet will be in pink :)

Tags: Sam/Darlin’, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, romance, dealing with past hurt, slight innuendos, no talk of turning but implications, play fighting

Disclaimer: I do not think this could actually happen in canon but for the sake of the fic I’m electing to ignore that. Nothing too hard core but definitely emotional.

Words: 2.6 k

Title: I love you like the Sun

Darlin’ never used to consider themself a romantic. Sometimes they’d find themself watching couples in restaurants giggling and kissing and caressing constantly and they couldn’t get past how fake it seemed. How forced those grand gestures and baby voices came across.

They’d never felt the need to do that with any of their past partners, never mind receive behaviour like it back.

That was before they met Sam.

With him, everything was different. Every little bad habit had slowly blossomed into something good. Every doubt proved wrong. All of the most private, intimate parts of themself had slowly been brought to the light and they didn’t feel the need to try and stuff them back into the darkness. Not with Sam.

And Darlin’ knew that what they had together, who they had become, was real, soppy couple behaviour included.

On those late nights when Sam was working and Darlin’ couldn’t sleep, they’d often found themself thinking about all he’d done for them and all they wished they could do for him, when a stupidly romantic idea struck and what better time to do it than the day of love.

Placing the last few stems of Babies Breath in the bouquet of their mate’s favourite flowers, Darlin’ checked the time, 2:38 am; Sam would be home soon.

Darlin’ placed the vase in the centre of their kitchen next to some freshly baked lemon treats, admiring their handy work.

Bouquets hadn’t exactly suited the vibe of their dingy apartment but here at Sam’s, at their shared home, with all the wooden beams, soft blankets and vintage furniture. They fit right in.

Straightening at the sound of keys shaking, Darlin’ rushed to the hallway, stopping for a moment to fix their hair in the mirror and turning towards the door, they pointlessly tried to slow their nervous heart rate, they’d never done anything like this before. Never really wanted to.

Sam would know something was up either way, he knew his Darlin’ too well, but that wouldn’t stop them from trying to surprise him.

Apparently the most recent change he’d brought was that, now, Darlin’ enjoyed a grand gesture, and they really hoped he’d like it.

With their hands stiffly at their sides, Darlin smiled as their love walked through the door, bouquet of flowers in hand and small tired smile on his face, mirroring their own.

“Hi, Darlin’” He breathed deep, relief at finally being home clear in his voice. “Happy Valentine’s” He held out his arm with the flowers and Darlin’ leaned straight in for a hug, wrapping their arms around his neck as he relaxed into them.

“Long day?” they whispered

“Long day, he agreed.”But not bad.” He loosened his hold and Darlin stepped back. “Better now.” Sam mused, taking them in.

He held his arm out again and Darlin accepted the flowers this time, thanking Sam before reaching their spare hand out to take his. Walking them together towards the kitchen, Sam following willingly.

“Do you like ‘em?” Sam laughed as Darlin intensely inspected the bunch.

“I do.” They looked back at him, “What are the purple ones?”

“Iris.”

“I think I like those best.” Darlin stated, matter of fact.

“Well, I’m glad. You refusing to pick a favourite flower makes this time of year awful difficult.”

Darlin’ stopped in the doorway, turning to face Sam with a stern look on their face. “I don’t want to pick, that would take away all of the joy of the surprise.”

“The joy of knowing your mate is fumbling around a florist trying to figure out what looks best, you mean.”

Darlin’ smirked, “Well, I do like to keep you on your toes.”

Sam huffed a ‘you can say that again’ kind of noise as Darlin ushered him into the room. They place their own floral gift next to his own and watched nervously as he took in their little display. It wasn’t much but that’s what Sam liked.

“You made these?” Sam picked up one of the cakes, as the kettle Darlin’ had set to boil chimed.

“I told you I'm not bad in the kitchen, I just don't usually have the patience for all the waiting and the checking and the cleaning.” They listed off, Sam laughed, biting into one of the cakes, all too familiar with their Pot Noodle and take-out habits.

Darlin’ returned to the table, fresh cup of coffee in hand. “Nice?”

“Mmm,” Sam attempted a response, his mouth too full to answer. Taking the cup from them with a kiss on the cheek. “Really nice”

Darlin’ lifted their own mug to their mouth, decaf, as Sam gestured to the flowers.

“Did ya put this together yourself?”

“Is it that obvious?” Darlin’ chuckled.

“No, it’s, it’s all really wonderful Darlin' you just have prick marks all over your hands.”

He made that face, that stupid face that Darlin’ knew all too well, that little uncertain question, ‘can I heal it?’.

Darlin placed their hands in his as Sam so lightly soothed them with just his fingertips. They loved him so much.

“Thank you, Darlin’, really, you didn't have to do all this. I half expected you to be sleepin’.”

“I wanted to.” Darlin’ stood. “Do this for you, I mean. But sleep does sound good too.”

Thankfully it had only taken Sam a little convincing that it was fine for him to fall asleep first. Sam had fallen asleep fairly fast; he usually did after a shift. Darlin’ ran their fingers through his hair as he laid comfortable against their torso.

Willing his weight to lull them to sleep too, Darlin’ squeezed their eyes shut, if there was one night they didn’t need trouble sleeping, it was this one.

They hadn’t been surprised when he didn’t question how nervous they seemed, he wouldn’t want to make a deal about it. Probably considered it might embarrass Darlin’ and Sam never discouraged Darlin’ when they were trying something new.

They could only hope that would remain the same tonight.

Darlin’ didn’t allow their mind to wander further than that. Focussing on Sam’s steady breaths as the darkness covered them like a blanket. Darlin’ joined Sam in sweet slumber.

“Darlin’?” They awoke, Sam’s morning voice nowhere near as rough as it usually is.

That was because it wasn’t morning, not really.

Darlin’ could hear the birds chirping outside, feel the faint heat from the sun through the blind in their bedroom.

But their hair was not tussled nearly as much as it would usually be and Darlin’ did not feel rested.

“Hi Collins.” Darlin’ rasped, turning towards Sam who’d somehow moved over to his side of the bed in the few minutes the couple had been unconscious.

“Morning already?” He questioned, brushing his hair out of his face with his fingers.

“Mmm, kind of, technically I requested it to be afternoon.” Darlin’s face scrunched up. They really weren't sure how to go about this. If Sam didn’t like it they’d understand but figured it was worth a shot.

They watched as his face scrunched up in confusion. “You requested it huh?” Sam pulled them towards him. “Well, I wouldn’t mind a lie in, if you wanna doze back off again.”

Darlin’ let out a shaky laugh, of course he wouldn’t question them behaving oddly, it was practically their favourite pastime.

“You alright?” Sam had waited for an answer before speaking. “I can feel your heart beating against me, it's going a mile a minute.”

Sam had such an ease to him that for a second, Darlin’ almost considered nodding their head and staying curled up in bed with him.

“I’m okay.” They placed a gentle kiss against his soft lips. “Just- will you come downstairs with me?”

“Sure.”

Taking on the exhausting task of climbing out of bed and stretching the couple made their way towards the back door, the window on it covered and Sam's confusion growing steadily by the minute.

“What are you up to?” He teased, that Southern drawl Darlin’ fell in love with elongating his words.

Darlin’ breathed for a moment.

“Seriously Darlin’, is something going on.”

“No,” they responded, instinctively. “I mean yeah there is but nothing bad, I hope.” Voice shaking, they continued, Sam waiting, listening, patient as ever. “It’s not actually morning; it’s not afternoon either.”

Sam nodded and Darlin’ couldn’t tell if he was accepting that his mate had finally lost it or if he was genuinely taking in what they were saying. Maybe both.

“We’re actually still up in our bedroom, asleep.”

Sam opened his mouth to reply before closing it again, speechless. That was a first.

“This is a dream.”

“Ah Darlin’, I don’t” He smiled, nervous.

“You’re not dreaming, I mean, this is my dream but you’re in it.” Darlin brought their ramble to a stop as Sam stood as still as they’d ever seen him.

“I’m in your dream...” Sam prompted.

Darlin’ grinned, this was stupid, they’d taken on shifters and vampires far more powerful than them with more ease and less tension.

“Milo’s mate works with a Dreamwalker at the department and I commissioned? I don’t um-”

Sam laughed bright but quiet. “You asked them to make us a dream, in our own house?” There was no judgement present in his voice just a soft curiosity.

Darlin’ grinned, self-conscious but wolf-like all the same. “Well, we don’t have to stay here but I figured it would be an easy starting point.

Sam grunted happily, “I have to say, I was not expecting this. Where are we visitin’ Darlin?” He stepped closer, a comforting gesture.

Darlin’ signalled towards the door. “Outside.”

“In the garden? Well, I can’t.” Darlin’ caught the exact moment Sam realised and they caught the exact moment that faded away.

“I can’t.” He repeated, unsure. Unwilling to dare hope until it was confirmed.

“You can.” Darlin’ whispered and Sam inhaled deep. “If you want too, only if you want to.” They rubbed his arm gently, reassuring. Darlin’ knew how badly Sam had wanted this, but they also knew that this wasn’t permanent. It wasn’t the same and having to wake up from a dream he’d yearned for just to have to face the truth, that this wasn’t reality. It might not be worth the torment.

“You really mean? I- I don’t know what...” The pace of his breathing increased rapidly. “I can.”

“Yeah. You can.” Darlin’ stepped back, “The Dreamwalker said that he couldn’t guarantee it would be exactly the same and if you don’t want to Sam, if it’s too difficult or-”

Sam stepped towards the door, just staring for a moment at them, then at the window. He lifted the blind with caution allowing the sunlight to seep through the glass and onto his arm, his skin. Not a single red mark, no burning.

Gasping but not a flinch in sight as Sam reached for the handle. “I want too.”

Darlin’ stood waiting in the entrance once he’d opened the door. Sam stood unmoving on the porch, still covered by the roof and taking it all in. He was about to feel sunlight for the first time in over a decade.

He reached his hand out “Come with me?”

Darlin’ met him “Always.”

They creeped into the day together, barefoot and slow paced. Sam bared his face to the sky, his arms spread out, the warmth, the scent of the morning, the sounds of the animals in woods around their lawn. It was all so much.

And it was all for him.

A chuckle burst from Sam as Darlin’ admired the scene in front of them, certain their ears had never before had the pleasure of hearing a laugh so pure, so true. It was beautiful.

“This is-” Sam couldn’t stop the cheery laughter erupting from him. “You are, so fuckin’ amazing.”

He closed the tiny gap between him and his mate, speeding to pick them up, Darlin clung on tight. Ignoring the tears in his eyes as his kissed them all over.

“I love you.” Darlin’ managed through the pecks and giggles.

“I love you too, so much.” Darlin wrapped their legs firmly around his waist, having gotten used to the fact that Sam could in fact, pick them up. “You wanna go for a run?”

Darlin’ nodded tightly and with that Sam took off, speeding through the forest and around the trees, Darlin’ gasping at every sharp turn and acceleration.

Certain that Sam had never gone this fast before. It was amazing.

After a long while they stopped, both panting in the heat. “That was, fast.” Darlin’ gasped between breaths, their adrenaline spiked.

“I thought you liked it fast.” He smirked, placing darlin on the ground, his hands lingering on their hips until they got their balance and then for a little while longer after that. “Wanna head back?”

Darlin squinted their eyes, a plan forming. “Mmm,hmm.” They stepped back a few paces. “Race ya.”

Shifting suddenly, Darlin’ rushed into the woods, ears pricked back awaiting the sounds of Sams footsteps behind them. He’d give them a head-start, he always did.

Darlin dodged around the trees as fast as they could spot them, too focused on being fast to realise they were heading in the wrong direction. Sam ran around them a few times, slowing them or throwing them off course.

With the wind in their fur, they continued forward. Even when they knew they weren’t being chased Darlin’ got an indescribable rush from playing with around with Sam like this, and they relished every second of it.

Spotting Sam stood waiting a couple hundred yards in front Darlin’ sped up, pouncing before giving themself the time to register he was holding his hands out.

They rolled, Darlin’ shifted back mid-air as the couple made their way down the hidden hill. Sputtering laughter as they landed in a field of grass and sunflowers. Sam on top cradling them.

He scanned over them checking for injuries quickly before pinning them down lightly. “Gotcha”

Darlin’ snorted “That doesn’t count, I got you first!”

“Got me? You launched us off a cliff” Sam retorted, picking twigs out of their hair.

“It’s an ancient tactic, I knew what I was doing” Darlin laid there, sarcastic and perfect and free and so themself.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Sam laid down next to them, the heated grass enveloping him as he admired his mate. “You look so Damn beautiful in the sun.” He observed and Darlin; didn’t try to hide like usual.

Lying together in the grass, present in the moment. Sam clicked his teeth together after a long spell of silence.

“Why where you so nervous?”

Darlin’ relaxed into his side, thinking. “I wasn’t sure if you’d find it too hard to go back to, living in darkness again. I didn’t want to pressure you, I guess.

Sam hummed, “I appreciate that, was just wondering.” He hugged them closer. “But, Darlin’?”

“Hmm?”

“I ain’t living in darkness. I’ve got my own light, and they’re perfect.”

He leant in for a kiss, deep and slow. Stopping any of the shyness that might have over taken his mate because of his earnest.

“I’m glad you like it.” Darlin’ muttered,

“Mmm, it’s the second-best gift I've ever gotten.”

“And what could possibly be the first?” Darlin’ teased.

“Oh you know, just an unexpected, wild wolf crashing into my life a couple years ago”.

At that Darlin’ let out another short burst of laughter, rolling up onto his lap, straddling him with legs at either side of his hips. “Well, I hope you're not burnt out with the surprises ‘cause I had one more thing planned, that I thought you might like.” They leant down to press kisses at his neck as he tilted his head back into the grass, holding their hips tight.

“Mm, I get the feeling I might like it too.”

#redacted valenswap #valenswap #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #arrowsqueue

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@afishes I was hoping someone would ask for odypen! I hope you enjoy this, it was an absolute delight to write

“I have a surprise for you,” Odysseus sang, swinging down from the branch of the olive tree he’d been perched on.

Penelope smiled, but it was tinged with melancholy. “Will it convince my father not to sail us back to Sparta tomorrow?”

It could, potentially, but that would involve causing Icarius to be injured to a degree that likely wouldn’t endear him to Odysseus, or Ithaca in general. “Unfortunately not, but it’s still worth seeing.”

“Very well, then.”

The words were more sighed than spoken, but as soon as Penelope put her arm in his, he felt her relax. They walked as close together as they could, only pulling apart when they reached the end of the shelter of the trees. Not that it was necessary, since the only person in the courtyard was Polites, sitting cross-legged on the grass and petting the softly-snoring bundle of black fur in his lap.

“You didn’t have to stay after you brought him out,” Odysseus called by way of greeting. “Weren’t you going to spar with Eurylochus this afternoon?”

“Eurylochus abandoned me in favor of a walk down to the beach with Ctimene— although if Anticlea asks, yes, we’ve been sparring all afternoon while Ctimene finishes her tapestry.”

“I guarantee you Mom knows exactly where they are and is thoroughly delighted by it.”

Polites snorted. “Try telling Eurylochus that. He met her in the hallway and bowed five times over the course of a three-minute interaction.”

Odysseus and Penelope both laughed, but Polites only deigned to crack a smile before heaving a sigh loud enough to wake the puppy sitting on his lap. “And now I suppose you and Penelope want the courtyard all to yourselves?”

“If you’d be so kind,” Odysseus replied.

Again the sigh, but Polites was smiling fully now as he stood and held the puppy out for Penelope to inspect. “Oh, isn’t he sweet,” she crooned, running a hand over his head and scratching him behind the ears. “Hello, my precious little surprise.”

Odysseus came to stand beside her, placing one hand on her back and petting the puppy with the other. “His name is Argos.”

“Hello, Argos. My name is Penelope.” Penelope swept into a curtsy that held all the gravity of the sudden shift in her tone, but when she rose again, she was beaming. “I can already tell we’re going to be great friends.”

Fully awake now, Argos wagged his tail frantically, leaning over to lick Penelope’s hand. Polites passed him over to her, and she immediately buried her face in his fur.

“All right, then, you have fun,” Polites said. “I’m going to go home and read up on the proper treatment of stab wounds, all alone.”

Odysseus raised an eyebrow. “You know, if you ever want me to set you up with someone, all you have to do is say the word.”

“That’s kind of you, but really, I've already met my one true love,” Polites replied, kissing Argos on the head.

Penelope shifted the puppy into Odysseus’s arms so that she could hug Polites goodbye. “I’ll miss you. Take care of my Odysseus while I’m gone.”

“I’ll do my best,” Polites replied, in long-suffering tones. It was their standard goodbye. “Come back soon.”

He followed this with a pointed glance over his shoulder at Odysseus, then disappeared down the road.

Argos leapt from Odysseus’s arms, eager to play, and he and Penelope were eager to oblige. They threw Argos’s toys and raced after them until the sun hung low in the sky. It would be time for the farewell dinner soon, although neither of them wanted to say so.

“Last throw?” Odysseus asked finally, all but dragging the words from his mouth.

Penelope’s shoulders slumped, but she summoned a smile for him. “Make it count.”

Odysseus tossed the ball in his hands, intending for it to land at Penelope’s feet and send Argos racing towards her. Instead, it flew over her shoulder, bouncing off of no less than three trees before sailing into the woods.

Penelope doubled over in laughter, and Odysseus felt every inch of his mortified blood rush into his cheeks. Warrior of the mind, he thought ruefully. King of Ithaca, archer of legend, pupil of the goddess Athena. He could only hope his mentor hadn’t been watching. The lecture he’d get from her on not letting his emotions distract him would take up an hour at least that he’d never get back.

A moment later, Argos came trotting out of the woods, but the round red object between his jaws wasn’t his ball. What he dropped to the ground between Odysseus and Penelope was an apple, shaken free from one of the trees Odysseus had hit.

Odysseus’s eyes flew to Penelope’s before he could stop them, and he could see his own thoughts reflected in her gaze. An apple wasn’t just a fruit between couples. It was a question, if thrown. A promise, if caught.

It wasn’t as though Odysseus hadn’t thought about it. The opposite, really— it had consumed his mind for months if not years. He had loved Penelope since he’d first met her, when she came to Ithaca for his coronation when he was thirteen. Since she’d found him crying in the branches of an olive tree and asked him what was wrong, with piercing eyes that told him in no uncertain terms that she would know if he lied.

“I’m afraid I’ll be a terrible king,” he’d confessed, his voice little more than a whisper.

Of course you won’t, his mother and sister and friends had said, out of faith and loyalty and love. Of course you won’t, the courtiers and diplomats had said, wanting to curry favor whether they believed it or not. Of course you won’t, Athena had said, a command.

“Well, then," Penelope had said, "let’s make a plan to make sure you won’t be.”

So they had sat side-by-side beneath the tree, and Odysseus had told her everything he wanted to do. She understood every idea immediately and instinctually, but saw ways to improve them that had never occurred to him, as obvious as they were in hindsight. He had never before encountered a mind so sharp— though he would never have said so to Athena— and she had never before encountered someone who challenged it the way she deserved. From that day on, they had spent every moment they could together, concocting reasons to visit one another’s kingdoms, conspiring ways to sit together at meals or sneak away to be alone, never running out of things to talk about. When she was gone, she left a hollow space behind in Odysseus that throbbed with every movement he made— an ache that multiplied tenfold when he’d visited Sparta for her fifteenth birthday and she had kissed him goodbye.

But they’d kept the years of their friendship and courtship hidden from all but their closest friends. To Odysseus, Ithaca was the greatest island in the world, but he knew that to outsiders, it was barren in comparison to the resources other kingdoms could offer. He would not make a compelling suitor for the niece of the king of Sparta without making a cunning case. And he still hadn’t perfected one, no matter how many times he badgered Athena to help.

But time was running out— King Tyndreus would soon be seeking a husband for his daughter, and it wouldn’t be long after that before he found one for his niece. Odysseus looked into Penelope’s eyes, as clever and clear as they’d been when they were children. As was so often the case, he saw his own thoughts mirrored there.

His Penelope, who understood him in a way no one else did. His Penelope, who made him a better man and a better king. His Penelope, for whom there was no length he wouldn't go to make happy. His Penelope, who was always happiest when they were together.

“Just throw it, Odysseus,” she said, exasperation and adoration and the slightest tremor of nerves in her voice. “We can figure the rest out together.”

Odysseus's eyes fell to the apple on the ground. Argos nudged it towards him, his tail wagging so hard and fast it looked as though it was trying to fly away, and the show of faith gave Odysseus the last of the courage he needed.

He swept the apple off the ground and tossed it into Penelope’s waiting hands.

#epic the musical #epic penelope #epic odysseus #epic odypen #odypen #eurymene #epic ctimene #epic eurylochus #epic polites #epic athena #epic argos #ray rambles #ray writes

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