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jaykaysthicthighs · 4 days ago

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drunken actions? | jjk

excerpt | going to a party, trying to have fun, taking your worries away... sounds like the best night... right?

warnings | smut, fluff, angst?, porn with plot, alcohol consumption, strong language, unprotective sex, jk does not have pull out game, kind of rough sex, slight dirty talk, deep talks, slight age gap, jk being a tease but also has a protective possessive side, reader being impulsive and kind of stupid, jealous jk, upset jk, sad reader but she's just human, maybe more?

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You held up the shimmering midnight blue dress, letting it drape from your fingertips. You examined it in the mirror, tilting your head from side to side with a pensive expression. “Too much? Or just enough?” You asked, a playful gleam in your eyes as you looked over at Luna, who was sprawled across the bed surrounded by a chaotic sea of makeup products, jewelry, and about three outfits that had already been vetoed.

Luna squinted, tapping her chin with a sparkly lavender nail. “It’s just enough if we’re aiming for ‘sophisticated mystery’ but too much if we’re trying for ‘girl next door,’” she replied thoughtfully, then burst out laughing at her own over-analysis. “No, ____, it’s perfect. That shade was basically made for you.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, feeling a bit of warmth rise to your cheeks at the compliment. “You really think so?” You pressed the dress to your frame, examining how the deep blue complimented your skin tone and brought out the brightness in your eyes. You weren’t usually one for glamorous parties— preferred cozy nights in with Luna, watching movies and critiquing each other’s style choices from the comfort of your couch. But tonight was different. It was the last big summer party before everyone scattered off to college, and you had finally been convinced to go all out.

“You look like a goddess,” Luna declared dramatically, throwing one of her own shirts over her shoulder like a diva. “Now sit down and let me do your makeup.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were still figuring out what you’re wearing?”

Luna shrugged. “I can multitask. Besides, you’re my canvas for tonight.” She patted the bed beside her. “Come on. We’re going bold.”

With a sigh that was more playful than genuine, you sat down, giving yourself over to Luna’s artistry. Luna was a whiz with makeup; she could transform even the most tired, “I’ve-been-studying-all-night” face into something fresh and fierce. You closed her eyes as Luna started dabbing foundation on her skin, her fingers light and precise.

“Did you see who texted in the group chat about the party?” Luna asked, a mischievous note in her voice. “Your favorite tall, dark, and brooding might just be there.” You opened one eye, feigning indifference. “Who, Adam?”

Luna rolled her eyes. “Yes, Adam! I’m telling you; he’s into you. That time you spilled coffee on him was fate, ____!”

You snorted, trying not to smudge the makeup Luna was carefully applying. “Right. Fate. Or just really bad luck. He didn’t exactly look thrilled when he was trying to wipe espresso off his shirt.”

“But he looked at you, didn’t he?” Luna smirked. “That’s basically the first step to falling in love.”

“I don’t think him shooting me a death glare counts as looking at me in that way, Lu,” you replied, though you couldn’t help the tiny smile tugging at your lips. Truthfully, Adam had been looking at you a lot in class recently, and maybe you weren’t as immune to his mysterious charm as you pretended to be.

Might be evil to say but you just really loved the attention he was giving you. You loved the feeling of knowing that someone might be interested in little ol’ you. Deep down the only one you have eyes on is a certain someone.

“Oh, come on. Live a little! Tonight’s your night,” Luna said, dusting a soft rose blush onto your cheeks. “You’re finally going to let people see the real ____—well, the glamorous version of the real ____. No hoodies, no messy buns. Just…goddess.”

You shook your head, laughing. “Okay, okay, I’ll try to live up to this new title you’ve given me. But you know I’m only doing this because you asked me to come.”

“And that’s why you’re my best friend,” Luna said with a grin, now moving on to eyeshadow. She took a deep breath and held up two palettes, one a shimmering bronze, the other a bold, smoky grey. “All right, do we want ‘smoky siren’ or ‘golden glow’? What vibe are we channeling?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Let’s do the smoky look. If I’m going to try this whole ‘mysterious’ thing, I might as well commit.”

Luna’s eyes sparkled with approval. “Love it. You’re going to be unstoppable tonight.”

As Luna layered the shades onto your eyelids, you guys fell into an easy silence, the only sound being the light scrape of brushes and the occasional clink of products being moved around. Outside, the sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow into the room and adding to the cozy, excited atmosphere. It felt almost surreal that this might be one of the last times you two would have a night like this.

“So, what about you?” You asked, opening your eyes when Luna gave you the go-ahead. “What are you wearing, Miss Indecisive?”

Luna shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “I…honestly can’t decide. Part of me wants to go full-on fairy princess, with the glitter and the whole nine yards. But then…I kind of want to wear something edgy. Leather jacket, combat boots—you know, ‘don’t mess with me’ vibes.”

You tilted her head, studying your friend. “Why not both?”

Luna’s eyebrows shot up. “Both? How do you mean?”

“Well, like…a dress that’s flowy but maybe pair it with the combat boots and a jacket? Sort of like…an ethereal rebel look?”

Luna gasped, her eyes lighting up. “____! You’re a genius!” She leaped up, racing over to her closet and rummaging through it with newfound energy. “This is exactly what I needed. Why didn’t I think of that?”

You chuckled. “Because that’s what I’m here for.”

With a flurry of motion, Luna tossed clothes around, holding up a pale, shimmery dress that fell just above her knees. She then slipped her black combat boots onto her feet and threw a leather jacket over her shoulder, inspecting herself in the mirror with a satisfied smile.

“What do we think?” Luna asked, twirling to show you.

Your face split into a grin. “Perfect. You look like a fairy who can throw a punch.”

“Exactly the vibe I was going for,” Luna replied, giving you a wink. “Now we’re both set to make an impression.”

You both stood there for a moment, admiring each other’s outfits, and you felt a pang of bittersweet nostalgia. You’d been friends with Luna since elementary school, and it was strange to think about how much you’d both grown. In just a few months, you two will be in different cities, different lives—but for tonight, you’re here together, ready to take on the world—or at least the party.

A text buzzed on your phone, and you glanced down to see that it was from Adam.

“Speak of the devil,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Luna leaned over, peeking at the message. “He wants to know if you’re coming. Oh my gosh, ____! He is into you!”

You playfully nudged her away. “He probably just wants to make sure I’m not going to spill anything on him again.”

“Or,” Luna said, drawing out the word, “he’s hoping to see you in that stunning dress. But whatever helps you sleep at night.”

With one last glance in the mirror, you took a deep breath. “All right, let’s do this. For you, for me, and for whatever happens tonight.

Luna looped her arm through yours as you guys made your way to the door, grinning from ear to ear. “And remember: we’re unstoppable.”

As you two headed out, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and purple, like the start of a brand new chapter. The night awaited for you, and for once, you felt ready for whatever it had in store.

You had barely stepped outside when you spotted Adam’s car idling at the curb, his familiar black Sedan parked beneath the streetlight. Luna wasted no time, hustling her out the door and onto the sidewalk, where she proceeded to yank open the passenger door.

“Shotgun!” Luna announced loudly, ignoring the bewildered look Adam threw her way.

You blinked. “Uh, don’t you want the front?”

“Nope. Tonight is your destiny or something, remember?” She gave you a grin and then leaned her head into the back window, spotting their friend Jamie already lounging in the backseat.

Adam looked over, seeming slightly surprised when you slid into the passenger seat. His gaze flicked over your outfit, pausing a moment on your face before he turned his attention back to the road. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm under his stare. You buckled yourself in, sneaking a quick glance his way as he shifted in his seat.

In the back, Luna had already launched into a conversation with Jamie, loudly recounting some scandalous story from last weekend. You couldn’t help but chuckle under your breath, knowing Luna’s flair for exaggeration.

Adam glanced over. “Something funny?" You shook your head, still smiling. “Just…Luna. She’s already got a whole audience back there.”

Adam smirked, one hand relaxed on the steering wheel, the other resting casually on the gear shift. “She’s got a talent for that.”

It fell into a silence, one that you wished felt more natural. You fiddled with the fabric of your dress, stealing a quick glance at him as he kept his eyes on the road. He looked good, dressed in a black button-up rolled at the sleeves. Your heart beat a little faster, and you cursed yourself for getting flustered.

It was just Adam, after all.

“So…any big plans after graduation?” he asked after a moment, his voice low and casual.

“Uh, kind of.” You shrugged, keeping your tone light. “Probably moving to the city. I got into a program out there.”

“Nice. That’s ambitious.” He looked over at you, a flash of something almost…impressed? in his expression. “Bet you’ll do well.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, meeting his gaze before looking back out the window. “What about you?”

“Sticking around for a bit,” he replied, his voice quieter. “I’ve got some things to figure out here first.” He cleared his throat, and you thought you saw his fingers tighten on the steering wheel.

Another silence settled between you two, this one feeling heavier, like words were hovering just out of reach. You glanced over, your eyes tracing the sharp angle of his jawline, wondering if he felt the same unspoken weight hanging between them.

In the backseat, Luna and Jamie were now fully immersed in a debate over which horror movies were “actually scary” versus just “cheap jump scares.”

“You know…” Adam’s voice broke your thoughts. “I, uh, almost didn’t come tonight. Figured it might be lame.”

“Oh, same,” you admitted with a laugh. “But Luna can be pretty damn persuasive.”

“Yeah, she’s like a little hurricane.” His lips curved up. “Always manages to rope people into her plans.”

You nodded, staring out the window at the blur of lights as they passed street after street. But your mind kept drifting—you couldn’t help it. Every now and then, Luna mentioned her brother, Jungkook, and your heart had an annoying habit of doing little flips at the thought of him. Even though he’d been a constant part of your life growing up as Luna’s older brother, it was only in the past year that you started looking at him differently. Not that you’d ever admit it.

Still, as they neared the party, your heart raced at the possibility of seeing him. You caught yourself imagining what he’d be wearing, how he’d probably give you one of those teasing smirks of his that made you want to punch him—or maybe kiss him. Ugh. You weren’t even sure anymore.

Adam glanced over, as if he could read your thoughts. “You seem kind of…lost in your head there,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye.

You rolled her eyes. “What, are you psychoanalyzing me now?”

He grinned. “Just noticing things. You keep fidgeting with your dress. Nervous?”

You snorted. “Nervous about what? This is just a party, Adam.”

“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it,” he replied, his voice taking on a soft, amused tone. “But you don’t seem as…excited as I thought you’d be.”

You raised a brow, trying to deflect. “You think you’ve got me all figured out?”

He shrugged, a little smirk playing on his lips. “I’ve got a guess or two. You’re not as quiet as people think.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time you felt a tiny smile tugging at your lips. “Keep guessing, then. Maybe someday you’ll get it right.”

He chuckled softly, turning back to the road, but he seemed pleased with your answer. It was…nice. For the first time all night, the silence between them felt comfortable, like you guys found some kind of rhythm.

In the backseat, Luna finally noticed the lull in the front and leaned forward, poking her head between the two front seats. “So! What are we chatting about up here? Already planning our futures?”

Adam gave her a side-eye. “Just small talk, Luna. Don’t get too excited.”

Luna laughed. “Sure, sure. Just remember, ____, he only talks about ‘small talk’ with people he actually likes. And who wouldn’t, right? Adam here is a catch.” She winked dramatically, making Adam groan.

“Luna, you’re ridiculous,” he muttered, but a hint of a smile betrayed his irritation.

You just laughed, nudging Luna back. “Why don’t you go back to convincing Jamie that horror movies aren’t the worst?”

“Hey, they’re cultural masterpieces!” Luna shot back with a grin before retreating to the back, resuming her lively debate.

As they neared the party, your pulse picked up. You weren’t sure if it was because of Adam’s lingering glances or because of the hope that, somewhere in the crowd, you’d run into Jungkook. God, you hated how your thoughts kept returning to him, but you couldn’t help it. There was just something about him—something you hadn’t quite figured out yet but couldn’t ignore.

Adam parked, looking over at you one last time as he turned off the engine. “Well…ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, feeling a little spark of adrenaline as you met his gaze.

The house was already packed, pulsing with music and lights that turned everything into a haze of neon colors. As you stepped through the doorway, your senses were immediately overwhelmed—laughter, people talking over the beat of the music, a faint scent of spilled drinks, and perfume. You felt the bass thudding under your feet, echoing through your body. Luna practically squealed in excitement beside you, squeezing your arm.

“This is it! Our last summer party!” Luna grinned, her eyes wide and glittering. “Let’s go find the others!”

You nodded, looking around for any familiar faces as they navigated through the throng of people. Almost everyone you knew from high school was here—even college students, dressed up and ready to party the night away. The mix of excitement and nostalgia was infectious, and you felt your nerves slowly morphing into a strange kind of thrill.

As you reached the backyard, you spotted a few of your friends near the back. Adam leaned over, raising an eyebrow at you. “Drink?”

“Sure,” you replied, trying to sound casual even though you still felt a bit on edge. The idea of standing around awkwardly while you waited made you fidgety. “Just don’t take too long.”

Adam chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He offered you a quick wink before slipping away toward the kitchen.

As he disappeared into the crowd, Luna nudged you. “Now that we’re free from Adam’s intense vibes for a second, let’s hit the dance floor! Jamie, come on!” she called, grabbing both yours hands and pulling them through a dense patch of dancing strangers.

The dance floor had spilled out into the living room, where people swayed and shouted along to the music. Luna was instantly in her element, moving to the beat as if she’d been born for it, her laughter rising above the noise. Jamie grinned and joined in, his moves loose and carefree. You couldn’t help but smile; the mood was contagious, and you could feel your nerves slowly start to melt away.

But you were still holding back, moving just enough to blend in. Luna noticed, of course, and gave you an exasperated look.

“Seriously, ___?” Luna shouted over the music, throwing her hands up. “This is not the time to be shy. Let loose, babe! It’s a party, not a dentist’s appointment.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Easy for you to say! You were born with party energy.”

“Damn right!” Luna grabbed your shoulders, shaking you playfully. “So, channel me, okay? Forget who’s around and just…have fun.”

You sighed but gave in, starting to move a little more, letting your body feel the beat. Luna was right. You were here to have a good time, not to stay on the sidelines. Slowly, you felt yourself relax, matching your friends’ energy and letting the music take over. You laughed at Jamie’s terrible dance moves and even twirled with Luna, both of them dissolving into fits of laughter when they stumbled.

A few minutes went by, each song blending into the next, the lights flashing brighter as more people crowded onto the makeshift dance floor. You were finally letting go, feeling the energy of the crowd pull you in. You closed your eyes, laughing as Luna gave you an exaggerated spin. You felt free, almost giddy.

But then you heard Luna shout, “Fuck!” in a way that was way too loud, even over the music.

Your eyes snapped open, your heart pounding as you whipped around, trying to see what had happened. Luna’s gaze was fixed on the lounge area across the yard, where a group of people were gathered on a set of plush couches, laughing and clinking their drinks together. And right in the center, casually leaning back with a beer in his hand, was Jungkook.

He looked annoyingly good tonight—black jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and that confident posture he always carried around, like he knew the whole world was watching him. His hair was slightly messy, framing his face in a way that made him look both effortless and annoyingly put-together, his tattoos giving him a more sexy appeal. A couple of his friends were there too, all of them laughing and chatting, oblivious to the girls’ attention.

“Luna!” You hissed, elbowing her. “What was that for?”

“Uh, sorry, but…look at him!” Luna whispered back, her tone hovering between disbelief and delight. “I didn’t think he was coming!”

You tried to shrug casually, though your heart was pounding now for an entirely different reason. “So what? He’s just hanging out.”

Luna gave her a look, one that said she didn’t believe your attempt at nonchalance for a second. “Uh-huh, just hanging out. Right, ____. You’ve only been staring at him every chance you get for, like, a year. It’s disgusting. I don’t like it.”

You knew how much Luna disliked the fact you have a crush on her older brother; expressed it whenever she can. Still you couldn’t help it.

“Shut up,” You muttered, turning your gaze away, but it was too late. You’d already looked.

And unfortunately, Jungkook looked up right at that moment. His dark eyes landed on you across the yard, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he held your gaze. He didn’t wave or anything—no, that would be too simple. He just watched you with that familiar, slightly teasing expression, like he was fully aware of what effect he had on people.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you quickly looked away, trying to play it cool. But inside, you could feel your stomach doing flips.

Luna grimaced, nudging you. “Wow, did you see the way he looked at you? I swear, he’s practically daring you to go over there.”

“Oh, please.” You shook your head, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “He’s just messing with me. You know how he is.”

“Exactly! He’s messing with you because he knows you like him. It’s obvious, ____. And the way you react… you’re feeding into his ugly ego.” Luna said while keeping her face painted with disgust.

You scoffed, “I’m not obvious is the slightest! Plus you don’t have to worry Luna, I’m never gonna involve myself with him. I know his reputation.”

Before Luna could respond, Adam reappeared with a few drinks balanced in his hands. He looked between you and Luna, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, everything good here? You two look like you’re having a bad time.”

Luna sighed and grabbed her drink. “Just giving ____ a little pep talk. We spotted her crush.”

You glared at Luna, who just smirked. “Can we not?” You mumbled, taking a sip from your drink to hide your embarrassment.

Adam shot you a questioning look, his brow furrowing. “Crush?”

“Nothing. Ignore her,” you said, waving him off, though you couldn’t help but glance back at the lounge area. Jungkook was still there, laughing with his friends, looking more comfortable than anyone had a right to at a crowded backyard party.

You tried to shake it off, forcing yourself back into the moment. Adam gave you a strange look but seemed to drop it, nudging you drink up with a grin. “Well, here’s to surviving the last big summer party.”

You clinked glasses, and you laughed, feeling a little rush as the alcohol warmed you. The night was young, and you were determined not to overthink it.

Luna caught your eye with a knowing smile, mouthing, “It’s your night,” hinting towards Adam before dragging Jamie back onto the dance floor, their laughter echoing over the music. Adam leaned against the wall next to you, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes scanning the room.

For a moment, you just stood there, taking it all in. The laughter, the music, the lights, and—yes—the magnetic pull of Jungkook across the room. You didn’t know what would happen tonight, but you could feel something in the air, something that made your pulse quicken.

You glanced up at Adam, who was watching you with a slight, unreadable smile. And as your eyes drifted back to the lounge, where Jungkook caught your gaze once more, you knew one thing: this was a night you wouldn’t forget.

You sat slouched on the wooden bench by the backyard fence, completely spent from dancing and the drinks you had. The fresh night air felt cool against your flushed cheeks, but your head was spinning, and every sound around you seemed louder, funnier, somehow more ridiculous. You leaned back, looking up at the sky, watching the stars blur together with a silly smile on your face.

The party had been in full swing for well over an hour now, and almost everyone was in some state of inebriation, yourself included. Luna had been her usual chaotic self on the dance floor, and Jamie—well, he’d ended up with a girl in the corner of the yard, the two of them lost in their own little world. You squinted over at them, your muddled mind wondering how they’d managed to avoid collapsing given how unsteady Jamie had looked earlier.

Adam, meanwhile, was stuck inside, helping some friend of theirs who had clearly gone a little too hard with the drinks. You couldn’t remember who it was. You were just grateful it wasn’t you…or so you thought.

You sat there, giggling to yourself about nothing in particular, when you felt a light flick against your ear. The unexpected sensation made you jump, and you gasped dramatically, flinging yourself off the bench and landing on the grass in a clumsy heap.

“Oh my god,” you slurred, your eyes wide as you looked up at your surprise attacker.

Jungkook stood above you, his face twisted in laughter as he shook his head. “Damn, ____. You okay down there?” He extended a hand, his grin only widening when you tried to pout at him.

“Not funny!” You grumbled, though your lips were betraying you with a smile. “You scared me!”

“Didn’t think you’d, you know, throw yourself on the ground,” he chuckled, pulling you up with surprising ease. He looked you over with a smirk. “You’re a fucking mess.”

“Rude,” you mumbled, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably. Your head spun as you stood, and you swayed a little, gripping onto his arm for balance.

Jungkook snickered, steadying you. “How many drinks did you have?”

You waved your hand dismissively, squinting as you tried to remember. “Uh…not that many,” you muttered. “Just…enough to feel very nice.”

“Right,” he said, amused. “You’re fucking wasted, aren’t you?”

“I’m…no.” You shook your head, then immediately regretted it as the world seemed to tilt. You squinted up at him, struggling to focus. “Why do you care anyway? Don’t you have…people to hang out with?”

He just rolled his eyes, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, sure, all those people I don’t care about half as much as my little sister’s friend who can’t stay on her feet for more than two seconds.”

You snorted, trying to look offended but failing miserably. “Oh, well, when you put it like that, it sounds terrible.”

He smirked, nudging your shoulder as you stood there, the night buzzing around you guys. You leaned against the fence, trying to get comfortable, but you could feel yourself swaying again, as if even the ground was a little too tipsy to stand still tonight.

“Hey,” you said suddenly, your mind jumping tracks as you looked around the yard with a wide-eyed, drunken curiosity. “Where’s Luna?”

He raised an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder. “Last I saw, she was—oh, never mind. There she is.” He nodded toward the opposite side of the yard, where Luna was currently locked in a passionate kiss with some guy you didn’t recognize.

“Of course,” Jungkook muttered, rolling his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “She’s always gotta make a scene.”

You giggled, watching your best friend with a lopsided grin. “She’s…she’s like a movie star, right? She’s like…uh, what’s her name…Marilyn…Monsoon or something…”

“Yeah, Marilyn Monsoon,” Jungkook snickered, humoring you as you stumbled over your words. “Shit, you really are out of it.”

You shot him a dramatic glare, your cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Whatever. I know things.” You paused, your brow furrowing as if you were solving a great mystery. “Like, did you know—wait. Never mind. I forgot.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, let’s sit you down before you decide to spill the secrets of the universe out here.”

You sighed, letting him guide you back to the bench. The world felt so wobbly, but with his hand steadying you, you somehow felt a little less like you were floating away.

But as soon as you sat down, your stomach gave a lurch, and you grimaced. “Um…Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” he said, looking at you with mild concern.

“I don’t…I don’t feel so good,” you mumbled, gripping the edge of the bench and taking a deep breath. You pushed yourself up, wobbling on your feet, determined to get to the bathroom on your own. “I’ll…I’ll just go to the…”

But before you could finish your sentence, your foot caught on nothing in particular, and you tripped forward, stumbling wildly. Your hands shot out to steady yourself, but your balance was shot, and your face twisted in frustration.

“Why do my stupid shoes want me to fall?” You cried, feeling a wave of frustration bubble up inside you. “They’re trying to betray me!”

Jungkook watched you in amusement, a small chuckle escaping as he steadied you once more. “Your shoes, huh?”

You nodded vehemently, your face scrunching up as you blinked back unexpected tears. “Yeah, they hate me. I just wanna go to the bathroom, but they’re being so mean!”

“Alright, alright,” he said, trying not to laugh as he slipped an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you to the bathroom before your shoes take you out completely.”

You leaned into him, still muttering under your breath about the unfairness of it all as he guided you carefully inside. The noise from the party grew louder as you stepped back into the house, people weaving in and out of rooms, and music thudding through the walls. You stumbled a few more times, clinging to Jungkook as he practically carried you down the hall.

Finally, you reached the bathroom, and Jungkook pushed open the door. “Alright, here we are.”

You stared at the sink as if it were some great mystery, your expression one of pure concentration. You clutched the counter, your gaze drifting back to him with a slightly dazed look. “Thank you,” you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper. “You’re like…my hero or something.”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, don’t mention it. Just…splash some water on your face, okay? I’ll be outside.”

He gave you a small, reassuring smile before stepping out, closing the door gently behind him. Inside, you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you turned on the tap. The cold water against your skin helped clear your head a bit, though you still felt that warm, dizzy buzz in the back of your mind.

As you looked at your reflection, you let out a sigh, a silly, lopsided smile creeping onto your face. “Well,” you mumbled to yourself, “at least Jungkook’s a good sport about all this…”

After a few moments, you turned off the tap, bracing yourself for the world outside the bathroom. When you opened the door, Jungkook was waiting, his expression softening as he looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“Feeling any better?”

You gave a half-hearted nod, the tipsy glow still lingering but softened. “Yeah. Thanks for…you know, rescuing me.”

He just shrugged, his gaze warm as he watched you. “Hey, what are friends for?”

But his smile held a softness you hadn’t noticed before, and for a split second, you forgot all about the dizzying effects of the drinks. You felt your pulse quicken, your gaze lingering on him a little longer than it should have. And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something else, but in that moment, you didn’t mind if he were to hold you down and show you a great time.

You followed Jungkook back out to the backyard, feeling steadier and clearer now after freshening up. The night air helped you feel grounded, and you took a deep breath, savoring the coolness on your skin.

Jungkook gave you a little wave before heading over to his friends, where he was quickly wrapped up in their loud laughter and drinks. He looked so at ease, leaning back with that effortless charm he had, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness.

It was just Jungkook-Luna's older brother, the same guy who teased you endlessly. But in moments like these, when he was surrounded by people who seemed to adore him, you were reminded of just how...out of reach he felt. Like he was on a different level, someone you couldn't quite imagine yourself with, even if you wanted to.

Shaking yourself, you looked around for Adam.

Adam, you thought, was exactly what you needed right now-fun, laid-back, and most importantly, actually interested in you. You spotted him standing off to the side downing a beer and laughing with a couple of their mutual friends. Feeling a surge of confidence, you walked up to him and tapped him on the arm.

"Hey, wanna dance?" You asked, flashing him a playful grin.

He looked down at you with a glint in his eye, taking one last swig of his drink before setting it aside. "You read my mind," he said, holding out his hand and leading you to the makeshift dance floor where the music was thumping.

You started moving together, falling into an easy rhythm as falling into an easy rhythm as the music pulsed around you.

At first, you were just laughing, swaying to the beat, but after a few songs, the mood started to shift. Adam's hands found your waist, pulling you in closer, and you didn't resist, letting yourself get caught up in the thrill of the moment. His hands were warm and steady, and you felt your own arms winding around his neck as your movements became more fluid, more in sync.

As the beat of the song slowed down, he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "You're really something, you know that?"

You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze, and smirked. "You're just figuring that out now?"

He chuckled, tightening his grip on your hips, and swayed closer. The way he looked at you made you feel like the only person there, and you liked the attention, the way he was openly drawn to you.

But just as you were getting lost in the moment, you caught a glimpse over his shoulder.

Jungkook was watching them, his face hard, his usual relaxed expression replaced by something unreadable. He didn't look away, holding your gaze with an intensity that made your heart stutter. You knew you could stop this, maybe pull away and go talk to him instead...but something stubborn and reckless inside you made you stay right where you were.

Without overthinking it, you leaned up and closed the distance between you and Adam, your lips pressing against his in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly turned deeper as he responded. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, and you let yourself get lost in it, enjoying the thrill of his touch and the heat between them. Your heart raced, and you could feel your body pressing into his, your fingers curling into his hair as you moved in sync with the rhythm of the music around you.

"Let's...go somewhere quieter," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and inviting.

You nodded, letting him lead you through the crowded house until you found an empty room near the back. Once inside, he closed the door behind them, and in an instant, his arms were around you again, his lips finding yours with a hunger that made your heart race all over again. The quiet of the room made the moment feel even more intense, every touch amplified in the silence.

He backed you up against the wall, one of his hands slipping around your waist, the other threading into your hair as your lips met over and over again.

You felt his fingers slide up your back, pulling you closer until there was hardly any space left between you two, your pulse quickening at his touch. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down to your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake that made your breath hitch.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself savor the moment. But just as you were getting comfortable, his phone buzzed in his pocket, shattering the quiet around you. He groaned, pulling back with a frustrated sigh.

"Hold on a sec," he muttered, fishing his phone out and glancing at the screen. You watched as his eyes widened slightly, and his expression shifted.

"Sorry," he said, wincing. "It's... my ex. She's going through something, and I-I need to take this. I'll...catch you later?"

Before you could even process his words, he was already stepping away, answering the call with a hurried apology before slipping out the door, leaving you alone in the dim room.

You stood there in stunned silence, your pulse still racing, the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin. But now, that warmth turned cold as you realized what had just happened. You'd thought-maybe-that he'd actually liked you, that maybe this was something more than just a fleeting moment at a party. But instead, he'd left you at the drop of a hat for someone else, without a second thought.

Frustration and hurt bubbled up inside you, and you felt your throat tighten, a knot forming as you blinked back unexpected tears. You wanted to move past Jungkook, to forget how out of reach he seemed by having a good time with someone who wanted you. But maybe Adam hadn't wanted you any more than you wanted him; maybe you'd both just been looking for someone to fill the moment.

Taking a shaky breath, you sank down onto the edge of the bed, your mind spinning with a mix of anger and disappointment.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your mind racing with frustration and embarrassment. How could you have let yourself get so caught up with Adam, only for him to leave you like you were nothing? You gritted your teeth, feeling the sting of rejection simmering beneath your skin. Refusing to sit there feeling pathetic, you stood up with a sudden determination. You weren’t going to let him—or anyone else—make you feel this way.

With a deep breath, you smoothed your hair, squared your shoulders, and pushed the door open. As you stepped back out into the noise of the party, the beat of the music pounded against your chest, urging you forward. Without thinking twice, you grabbed a drink from a nearby table and downed it, savoring the sharp burn that chased your anger away, if only temporarily. You could feel your mind getting hazier, each sip blurring the lines of your frustration.

As the alcohol worked its way into your system, your inhibitions began to melt. You didn’t want to think about Adam, about Jungkook, or about how out of place you felt all night. You just wanted to lose yourself in the noise, in the movement. You drifted onto the dance floor, finding yourself in the middle of a group of strangers who welcomed you into their circle with easy smiles and laughter.

One of the guys—a tall, dark-haired stranger with a grin that matched your energy—reached for your hand, and you took it without hesitation. The two of them spun around, his hands guiding your hips as they moved to the beat. Another guy joined in, and soon you were sandwiched between them, laughing and moving without a care. The world around you blurred, the faces and lights mixing together as you danced, drink after drink passing through your hands.

You barely registered one of the voices near you—a voice you only faintly recognized—calling out, “Yo, ____’s totally gone. Somebody should get her a cab before she crashes or something.”

Jungkook, who had been laughing with his friends by the wall, snapped to attention. He turned toward the dance floor, his eyes scanning the crowd until he spotted you, swaying unsteadily, eyes glazed, and half-stumbling with every movement. His jaw tightened, and he immediately excused himself, pushing his way through the crowd toward you.

“Alright, enough,” he muttered, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you toward the exit.

You tried to resist, tugging your arm back, but your coordination was long gone. “L-let go of me,” you slurred, stumbling as he led you out of the house. “I—I was…dancing…”

“Yeah, and you were about two seconds from face-planting,” Jungkook snapped, steering you firmly out the door and toward his car. “What the hell were you thinking, ____? Do you even know how drunk you are right now?”

You squinted up at him, your expression one of defiance. “I—I was just having fun,” you managed, though the words came out garbled.

“Having fun? Dancing with random guys and drowning yourself in alcohol isn’t ‘fun,’ it’s reckless,” he shot back, opening the passenger door and guiding you in with a little too much force, though he was careful not to hurt you.

You gave a half-hearted push, trying to protest as he buckled you in, but all that came out were more incoherent words, your head lolling as you fought to keep your eyes open. The moment he got into the driver’s seat, he whipped out his phone, dialing Luna’s number.

“Where’s…Luna?” You mumbled, your head leaning back against the seat, eyes fluttering as you tried to focus on him.

“That’s exactly what I want to know,” he muttered under his breath, glancing down as the phone went straight to voicemail. He cursed softly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Goddammit, Luna,” he muttered, his irritation growing as he shoved the phone back into his pocket.

Turning his attention back to you, he let out a long sigh, his jaw clenching as he tried to contain his anger. “____, you’re eighteen, not some clueless fucking kid. You should know better than to get this drunk when there’s no one looking out for you.”

You shrugged, giving a careless, almost taunting smile. “Why do you care anyway?”

“Because fucking someone has to, clearly,” he shot back, his tone harsher than he intended. He took a breath, forcing himself to stay calm as he pulled out of the driveway and started down the street. The drive to your place was at least half an hour, and there was no way he’d leave you on your own in this state.

“I was fine…” you muttered, crossing your arms and sinking deeper into the seat, though your words were slurred. “I was just…having a good time…”

He glanced over at you, his eyes narrowing. “You call that a good time? Stumbling around drunk, with people you don’t even know? Trust me, you’re lucky I got to you before someone else did.”

You rolled your eyes, though your head felt too heavy to keep it straight. “I don’t…need you to rescue me,” you grumbled, though your voice wavered, your bravado quickly slipping away.

“Yeah? Could’ve fooled me,” he replied, his tone cold. “You’re acting like a damn child right now, ____. Eighteen doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to take care of yourself.... Fuck!”

Your mouth opened to protest, but you were too tired, too foggy to argue, so you just slumped further into the seat, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. Somewhere in your muddled mind, his words hit a sore spot, an ache you hadn’t realized you been ignoring all night.

The rest of the drive was quiet, Jungkook’s hands gripping the wheel tightly, his gaze fixed ahead. When you finally pulled up to his place, he turned off the engine and let out a heavy sigh before getting out and coming around to help you. You stumbled as you tried to get out, your legs feeling like jelly, and he caught you, his grip firm but gentle.

“Come on,” he muttered, guiding you up the steps to his apartment. Inside, the lights were dim, and he led you to the couch, helping you sit before grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen and setting it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Drink,” he instructed, crossing his arms as he stood over you, watching as you took a hesitant sip.

You avoided his gaze, your fingers fiddling with the glass as you mumbled, “You don’t…have to babysit me, you know.”

“No, but apparently someone has to,” he replied, his tone still sharp but softer than before. He sighed, running a hand over his face, looking tired and frustrated. “What were you even thinking tonight, ____? Getting that drunk, dancing with random guys… It’s like you wanted to make a mess out of everything.”

You didn’t answer, your face heating up with embarrassment and anger as you set the glass down, unable to meet his eyes. You came here looking for a good time, hoping to forget about everything that had been bothering you, but instead, you ended up right here, feeling like an idiot in front of him.

He watched you for a moment, his gaze softening slightly as he took in your slumped posture, the tired, vulnerable look in your eyes. “Look, I get it. You wanted to have fun. But…you have to take care of yourself too, alright? This isn’t you, ____.”

You looked up, meeting his gaze finally, your throat tightening at the concern you saw in his eyes, even through his frustration. For a moment, you wanted to tell him everything, to explain how you felt out of place, how you tried to lose yourself in the party, in Adam, in anything that made you forget how small you felt all night. But the words caught in your throat, and all you could do was nod, the weight of your exhaustion finally settling over her.

Jungkook let out a long sigh, moving to sit beside you on the couch. He reached over, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Just…promise me you won’t pull something like this again. You’re better than that.”

You nodded again.

You sat there, your head leaning back against the couch, eyes growing heavier with each passing moment. The quiet between you and Jungkook felt charged, almost tangible, like there was something you should say but couldn’t quite find the courage. You took a shaky breath, your voice barely above a whisper as the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I…like you, Jungkook,” you murmured, your heart pounding in your chest as soon as the confession left your lips.

The moment you realized what you said, a rush of embarrassment flooded your cheeks. You wanted to take it back, to laugh it off as some drunk mistake, but Jungkook didn’t give you that out. He just watched you with a soft, knowing expression, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “I kind of figured.”

Your cheeks flushed even more, and you buried your face in your hands. “Oh, god, I can’t believe I said that,” you mumbled, your voice muffled.

He chuckled softly, nudging you with his shoulder. “Relax, ____. It’s not like it was a big secret. You’re very easy read. Plus, you don't know how amusing you are.”

You peeked out from between your fingers, still mortified but also grateful that he wasn’t laughing at you. Instead, he just sat there, watching you with a calm that felt grounding in your swirling haze of embarrassment. You dropped your hands, sighing as you slumped back, finally letting yourself relax again.

The confession, now out in the open, loosened you up, and you found yourself spilling everything about what had happened with Adam. You told him how Adam had left you alone, how he’d made you feel disposable, like just another girl he could cast aside at the slightest distraction. With every word, you felt the ache in your chest grow, and when you looked at Jungkook, you saw a familiar fire simmering in his eyes, his jaw tight with barely restrained anger.

“I can’t believe he did that to you,” Jungkook muttered, his voice low and edged with a protectiveness that made your heart clench. “He’s a damn idiot.”

“It already happened, Jungkook,” you murmured, giving him a weak smile. “It doesn’t matter now. Let’s just…leave it in the past.”

But you could see the tension in his posture, the way his hands were clenched tightly in his lap. He looked ready to storm out the door and find Adam himself. When he finally looked at you, his gaze softened, and he reached up, brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear.

“You don’t deserve that, ____,” he said quietly, his voice full of a gentle warmth. “You deserve someone who actually sees you, not someone who’s just looking for a quick thrill.”

Something in his tone, in the way he looked at you, made your heart flutter, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft, tentative, and you felt him freeze, caught off guard. You immediately pulled back, your cheeks burning as you realized what you just done.

Jungkook looked at you, surprise evident on his face, and he gently placed his hands on your shoulders, steady but firm. “____,” he said slowly, his voice calm but cautious, “what…what are you doing?”

You swallowed, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but you didn’t pull away from him. “I just…I just want to feel wanted, Jungkook. Especially by you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, vulnerability shining in your eyes.

He took a deep breath, his gaze steady as he looked at you. “____, you’re drunk. You don’t really know what you’re saying right now.”

“But I do,” you insisted, your words soft but certain. “Drunk words are sober thoughts, right? Being drunk…It’s just giving me the confidence to finally say it. And to show you how I feel.”

Jungkook let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, looking torn. His gaze softened, full of conflicting emotions as he studied you, a gentle concern clouding his eyes. “____… I’m four years older than you. I’m your best friend’s brother. This…this isn’t something I can take lightly, you know? And with you being like this…” He shook his head, his voice trailing off.

You looked down, your heart sinking a bit as you processed his words. But you couldn’t shake the feeling, the ache in your chest that had been there for so long. “I know it’s complicated,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t ignore it. Not anymore.”

He sighed again, this time softer, more thoughtful, as he gently took your hand, his thumb rubbing small, comforting circles against your skin. “Listen,” he began, his voice low and steady. “What you’re feeling…that’s real. And I won’t lie when I say that you definitely take over my mind when I don’t want you to,” he admitted, his gaze dropping as if admitting it aloud was somehow a betrayal. “But I don’t want to take advantage of you. Especially not like this.”

Your heart fluttered at his admission, and you felt a glimmer of hope spark within you, despite the exhaustion and the haze of the night. He cared. He genuinely cared. And that was more than you could’ve asked for.

Jungkook took a breath, squeezing your hand lightly as he looked at you, his gaze soft and steady. “For now, let’s just…get you some rest. And tomorrow, when you’re sober, we’ll talk. Really talk. But tonight, you need to get some sleep.”

Without wanting to end the night, you built up the courage and climbed on top of his lap. Jungkook looked at you with astonishment. “____, stop.” He firmly said. His hands gripped your waist trying to contain any more movement.

"I thought we'd talk in the morning," he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his warm breath on your lips, and it took everything in you not to kiss him right then and there. But you had already taken a leap of faith, and you weren't about to back down now.

With a determined glint in your eyes, your slender legs started hugging his muscular thighs. You placed your soft hands on his broad chest, feeling the ink of his tattoos beneath your hot palms. Leaning close, you whispered, "I don't want to wait anymore, Jungkook. I want you."

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly at your forwardness, but he didn't resist. Instead, his hands tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you closer. "What are you doing to me, ____? What will become of me when I do this?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

Your heart pounding in your chest. Your hands gently cupped his beautiful face. "I want you, Jungkook. I want you and everything you have to give me. Just figure it out afterwards." your voice steady despite your nerves. And then you claimed his lips in a hungry kiss.

Your mouths moved in perfect sync, tongues dancing and exploring. Jungkook's hands roamed over your body, cupping your curves possessively. He slid his hands under your shirt, his fingers tracing the bare skin of your smooth lower back. His every touch makes you arch with a heavenly feeling. You moaned into his mouth, the sound fueling his passion.

Breaking the kiss, Jungkook nipped at your jawline, sending shivers down your body. "We should slow down," he breathed, his words contradicting the urgency in his touch.

"No," You panted, your hands tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his warm skin. "I know you want this just as badly as I do. I don't want to wait anymore, Jungkook. Please..."

He groaned, surrendering to your demand. With swift movements, he lifted you, and you both stood, never breaking the embrace. "Fuck... this blue dress is doing things to me... to bad it's getting off your gorgeous body." Jungkook's hands worked quickly, discarding your shirt, revealing your black lace bra and the swell of your breasts. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, before his fingers deftly unhooked the bra, setting you free.

Your nipples pebbled in the cool air, and you felt a rush of excitement as Jungkook's eyes darkened with hunger. He bent his head, capturing one taut peak in his warm mouth, sucking gently. Your head fell back, hands tangling in his hair, encouraging him. His tongue teased and flicked, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, your voice breathless. "I need more..."

He chuckled, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver through you. "Impatient, are we?" He trailed kisses down your slick neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands traveled lower, sliding over your soft skin, past your navel, until he reached the waistband of your matching thong.

You gasped as his fingers stroked you through the damp fabric of your panties, finding the wetness between your thighs, His touch electric against your sensitive skin. "You're so ready for me," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger.

"Please," you begged, your hips moving against his hand. "I want you inside me, Jungkook."

Jungkook's response was to lift you again, this time carrying you to the couch. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. The determination in his gaze sent a thrill through your body. You knew he was going to take control, and the thought excited you beyond measure.

He knelt between your thighs, his eyes raking over your exposed body. You felt a surge of power in your vulnerability, seeing the raw desire etched on his handsome face. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid your pretty black thong down your legs, leaving you completely bared to his gaze.

Jungkook's breath hitched as he took in the sight of your glistening folds. "You're so beautiful," he rasped, his voice hoarse. He leaned down, replacing his fingers with his mouth, his tongue parting you tenderly.

You cried out, your hands gripping the cushions as he gifted you with long, slow strokes. His tongue was relentless, teasing and tasting you, sending you spiraling towards ecstasy. You bucked against his mouth, your hips moving in rhythm with his licks and sucks.

"Jungkook, I'm close!" you cried, your voice high and urgent.

He pulled away, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Not yet, little one" he darkly chuckled. "I want you to come with me inside you."

You whimpered, your body aching for release. You reached for him, your hands finding the button of his jeans. With trembling fingers, you undid his pants, eager to free him from the confines of his clothing.

Jungkook rose above you, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushed his jeans down his thighs, revealing his impressive erection. Your breath caught at the sight of him, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum.

"Touch me," he commanded, his voice rough with need.

Your fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly, your thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. Jungkook hissed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Fuck, ____," he groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly.

You smiled, a mix of shyness and newfound confidence. "Do you like that?" you asked, your voice low and sultry.

"Fuck yes," he lowered, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading your legs wider. "But I want to feel you around me."

With that, he positioned himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging your wet, hot center. Your breath caught, anticipation mingling with a hint of nervousness. You were about to be filled by this man, taken in a way you had only dreamed of.

Jungkook pushed forward, slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body stretching to accommodate him. You felt incredibly full, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

"Open your eyes, ____," Jungkook whispered, his voice hoarse. "Look at me."

You obeyed, meeting his intense gaze. The vulnerability in your eyes only seemed to fuel his passion. He began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before thrusting back into you, filling you completely.

"Oh god," you moaned, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "You feel so good..."

Jungkook set a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward, driving into you again and again. His breath came in harsh gasps, his body glistening with sweat. You matched his rhythm, your nails digging into his skin, leaving marks that would remind you both of this moment.

"Harder," you begged, your voice hoarse. "Please, Jungkook, fuck me harder."

He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with your moans and gasps. Your pleasure built, coiling tighter with each thrust, until you were hovering on the edge of oblivion.

"I'm close," Jungkook grunted, his jaw clenched as he fought for control. "I'm so close, ____."

"Don't hold back," you panted, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "I want to feel you come, Jungkook. I want it all."

Your words sent him over the edge. With a guttural cry, Jungkook plunged into you, his hips moving in a frenzied rhythm. You cried out, your body convulsing around him as your orgasm claimed you. You felt him spasm, his hot seed filling you, each pulse of his cock sending you even higher.

You rode the waves of your guy's pleasure together, your bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison. Jungkook collapsed onto the couch, his weight pressing you into the cushions, but you didn't mind. You ran your hands over his back, tracing the lines of his tattoos, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Shit!" Jungkook immediately went to grab his shirt and with speed but with gentleness wiped the white liquid spilling out from you. "I'm sorry, ____. I'll buy you Plan B!" he said with urgency.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him back on the couch with you. "Don't worry. I'm on the pill." Jungkook looked at you with surprised, "You fucking other people?"

"You fucking other people?" you questioned back.

You both lightly laughed and went back to reeling in about what just happened.

The room was soon then quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional creak of the bed as you shifted under the covers. The air was heavy, thick with unspoken words and the lingering heat of what had just happened.

You glanced over at Jungkook, his broad shoulders leaning against the arm rest of the couch, the soft glow from the tableside lamp painting golden streaks across his skin. His dark hair was a mess, framing his face in a way that made your heart skip. He wasn’t looking at you, though. His gaze was fixed ahead, as if deep in thought, his jaw clenched slightly.

“So…” Your voice was small, hesitant. You weren’t even sure what you wanted to say, but the silence was starting to feel suffocating.

He turned his head toward you then, his brown doe eyes meeting yours. For a moment, you saw something flicker there—concern, maybe? Or guilt? It was hard to tell.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low, careful.

You nodded, “Yeah… I think so. I mean, I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

He exhaled, a sound that was part relief and part something else entirely. “Good. That’s… good.”

The words felt heavy, like they were supposed to mean more than they did.

“I mean it, Jungkook.” You sat up a little, propping yourself on one elbow. “I’ve liked you for—well, for some time now. So, this wasn’t just some… drunk mistake for me.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension in his posture eased. “I know,” he murmured. “I’ve noticed.”

Your cheeks flushed. “You have?”

He gave a small, lopsided smile. “You’re not exactly subtle, ____.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Great. So, I’ve been embarrassing myself this whole time.”

“No, not like that.” He reached out, gently pulling your hands away from your face. His touch was warm, grounding. “It was… sweet. Kind of hard not to notice when you light up every time I walk into a room.”

“Ugh, you’re making it worse,” you muttered, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, and it felt like the rest of the world had faded away. But then reality started to creep back in.

“This… complicates things,” Jungkook said, his tone more serious now.

You swallowed hard. “Because of Luna?”

He nodded. “She’s your best friend. And my sister. If she finds out about this, she’s going to fucking kill me. I know how indifferent she is about you liking me. She would always tell me that I should never make any moves to you cause she doesn't want me to hurt you.”

“She wouldn’t kill you,” you said, though even you weren’t entirely convinced. “She might maim you a little, though. But it also isn't her decision.”

He chuckled, the sound lightening the mood just a fraction. “Yeah, that sounds more like her... and your right.”

A beat of silence passed before you spoke again. “But… do you regret it?”

His expression shifted, and he looked at you like you’d just asked the most ridiculous question. “No. I don’t regret it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is…” He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “You’re eighteen, and I’m twenty-two. And you’re still in high school.”

“Technically, I graduate in a month,” you interjected.

He gave you a pointed look. “Still. You’re young, and there’s this… power imbalance, I guess.”

You frowned. “You’re making it sound way worse than it is.”

“I’m just trying to be realistic, ____,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you. And I don’t want you to feel like you have to… rush into anything just because you’ve liked me for a while.”

“Jungkook,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “I know what I want. I’ve known for a long time. And I’m not some naive kid who’s going to get swept up in a fantasy. I know this is messy and complicated, but… I care about you. And I think you care about me too.”

He looked at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to find the right answer. Finally, he nodded. “I do care about you. A lot more than I probably should.”

Your chest tightened at his words, but in a good way.

“So, what do we do now?” you asked.

He sighed again, but this time it felt less heavy. “I don’t know. Maybe we take it slow? Figure things out as we go?”

“Slow is good,” you said with a small smile. “But… you have to promise me something.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t treat me like a kid. If we’re going to try this, I need you to see me as your equal.”

He smirked, leaning in closer. “You just had to get the last word in, didn’t you?”

“Always,” you replied, grinning.

He shook his head, but there was a fondness in his expression that made your heart swell.

“I’m serious, though,” you added, your tone softening. “This… whatever it is, it means a lot to me. And I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You’re not going to mess it up,” he said firmly. “We’re not going to mess it up. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“Okay.”

For the first time that night, you felt a sense of calm settle over you. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t going to be easy, but at least you weren’t alone in this.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You should get some rest. You’ve had a long night.”

“So have you,” you pointed out, smirking.

“Fair enough,” he said with a laugh, lying back down beside you.

You curled up next to him, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring beneath your ear.

As your eyelids grew heavy, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Whatever the future held, you knew you’d face it together. And for now, that was enough.

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blamebonk · 2 years ago

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Hc that Mammon wears sunglasses to cover his eyes cause they're still the same as when he was an angel. cause if you look at his compared to like, Luke and Raphael's theyre quite similar. It took Lucifer saving him from a demon trying to pluck out his eyes for "angel stew" for Mammon to decide to start wearing shades.

EEEHEHE this is what i'm trying to gofooorrr big ol sparkly eye balls

Mammon early on in demon life attempting to steal something valuable out of a demons pockets..trying to distract them battin his lashes and shit. Mams is like DAMN i'm good at this and in a way he is because the demons just looking straight at his blue as fuck eyes like this

#tw eye contact #ask response #obey me

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chaoticclaybomber · 1 year ago

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Fantasia War Info

God I'm so stupid late with this but hey! Deidara is a Faeken, specifically a stone based Nymph and fire breathing Draken mix! He's got the blonde hair still and the blue eyes but his scaling on his face and hands is more grey and rocky looking. He's got a thin tail and big ol dragon wings that are a really light grey with the webbing looking sparkly like there's chips of pyrite in them. Small claws, sharpened teeth, and weirdly ethereal grace top it all off.

He's lost his hand mouths so all his bombs have to be made in his own mouth. He is mildly annoyed by this.

Dei favors flashy, sparkly spells like Fire, Lightning, Blessing, Charm, Light, and Levitate. He'll also use Invisibility.

Technically Xalphina is his kingdom of origin but he works for whoever pays him the most, no ifs ands or buts. There's few lines a ninja won't cross after all!

No seriously pay him, that's the whole point.

If you want a pretty bastard dragon merc go ahead and like this! I'll do three starters with him.

#event: fantasia war part 1 #isola rp ad

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lovelybunn · 2 years ago

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baking a cake with calvin weir-fields ✧ ˚

warning(s): uses of pet names, kind of suggestive flirting(?), swearing

author's note: idk why, but i just think calvin doesn't really show love through his words very often (which is kind of ironic bc he's literally an author), just my personal headcanon :)

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"Hey, watch it! You're gonna get frosting all over my apron!" You shrugged, the spoon covered in sweet, fluffy frosting spun around in your wrist. You turned to give Calvin an unbothered glance. "Isn't that what it's for? To get dirty?" You strutted toward him and booped his big ol' ethnical nose. You were always fond of it, especially what it looked like on his side profile.

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If you were being honest, everything, all of him, you were fond of. You loved it, you loved him. From his light brunet hair to his gorgeous sky blue eyes, every inch of him was perfect. And Calvin's hands, oh lord, his hands! They were so skillful, they could do anything he put them out to. They had a large range of uses, from cooking full course meals for the two of you, typing up an over 500 page novel, to the basic task of being able to touch and feel you in all the right places. He was your dream guy, and it was like a gift from the gods to have him.

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Moreover, today was special. It was you and Calvin's anniversary. Of course, because you were dying for something sweet (other than your boyfriend), you suggested to bake a cake together. Nevertheless, he agreed. "That's a great idea, honey! It'll be a perfect way for us to bond, even more than we already do, that is." Calvin had wholeheartedly exclaimed.

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Little did either one of you know, the bonding that the two of you oh-so ever desired for, was sadly going to be messy. Very messy.

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If someone ever walked into you and Calvin's kitchen, completely unannounced, they may have assumed that a sugar hurricane ran into it on some sort of frenzy. Flour coated the once sparkly clean counters with pale white, with a few specs of cake batter splattered in-between. The dishwasher was flooded in bowls, measuring cups, and other baking utensils, to the point where the thing wouldn't even close all the way.

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Taking into no consideration of the disaster before you, you clung onto Calvin and went on your tip-toes. "I love you." You hummed in his ear. He shook his head in response, "Mhm.." With you still glued onto him like some kind of tumor, Calvin drug you across the kitchen with two cake pans balanced in either of his hands. He put the raw cake batter filled pans into the oven and closed it, huffing to himself.

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You sighed dreamily and slithered your arms around his shoulders, "Baby, Calvin! Aren't you gonna say it back?" You fake pouted, your eyes played a pitiful part in your act. He ran his long fingers through his hair before peering down at you. Calvin's eyes half-lidded, he leaned toward you. He stopped right in front of your face. Your eyes practically popped out of your head out of embarrassment. He chuckled, "You have some of that frosting on your face, sweetheart." You almost removed one of your hands from their place of resting on Calvin, but he gently put it back where it was.

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With a teasing smirk on his face, Calvin waved his pointer finger back and forth as if he was scolding a small child. "No, no, no. Let me." Without warning, he kissed your cheek where the frosting was, but it felt kinda wet. "Calvin, did you just lick my face?" He nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah." He turned on his heels to go and wash his hands. You batted your eyelashes, baffled. "Hello? Licking my face doesn't instantly translate to 'I love you, too', you know that right?" Calvin finished washing his hands and walked up to you casually. He then wrapped them around your waist and pulled you closer to him. Calvin muttered against your ear, "Yeah, I love you, my sweet shortcake. I can't help but to taste you. You're addictive, like sugar." You froze in shock, exchanging a glance from everywhere else and Calvin's smug face. Thankfully, the oven saved you of the rest of your dignity, distracting him.

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"Shit, how did I completely forget to preheat the damn oven? How is it gonna bake jack shit if it isn't hot?" Calvin groaned; he didn't take the cakes out, but he actually set up the temperature to 360. He ruffled his hair into a brown fluffy bush. You smiled, 'He's so cute.' Even with Calvin's back turned, he knew that you were eyeing him. "Honey, quit gawking and help me clean up, m'k?"

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About thirty-five minutes passed, and you and Calvin were stuffing your faces with yummy homeade cake, nothing too sweet or bitter, just right. Calvin took a tiny sip of water and glanced at you. "This is delicious, shortcake. I'm so happy to have such a sweet tooth as a lover." You gulped down a chunk of cake down your throat before replying, "Best. Anniversary. Ever." Calvin was about to agree with you until his glasses fell straight off his face and into his slice.

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"Shit!" He hissed, desperately trying to clean the frosting that had now covered the lenses. It was no use, the glasses were permanently fogged up. Calvin sighed heavily, "Well, that's one way to end your evening. And those were my signature glasses too." You giggled and scooted closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder. "I'll buy you new ones, I promise." He tilted his head and glanced at you; Calvin's pupils dilated emmensly. He looked even prettier without his glasses, even though he was half-blind. You didn't realize it at first, but Calvin had wrapped his arms around you in a gentle hug. You grinned. He may not say it a lot, but he loves you, more than you think.

#paul dano #paul dano x reader #paul dano x you #danonation #calvin weir fields #calvin weir fields x reader #fluff #drabble #drabbles

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natasha-romanoff-deserved-better · 3 years ago

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The Day The Music Died

Summary:

“This’ll be the day that I die,” Yelena had sung those exact words in the car that day, and no lies were told.

Natasha never wanted to hear that song again.

Word Count: 3437

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Natasha stares at the bandages wrapped tightly around Clint’s left wrist, eyes locked in on the red spots where extra blood had been soaked up by the gauze. Clint’s tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, softly drumming along to the song playing from the radio as he maneuvers the car around a bend in the old back road.

“I can feel you staring.” He says, snapping Natasha out of her trance. Clint takes his eyes off the road for a second to catch her gaze. “Nat, I’m fine. I promise.” It’s not going to change what happened, but he still tries. These types of missions were always hard on Natasha, and it’d only been made that much worse when one of the target’s bodyguards had managed to catch Clint’s forearm with a knife, dangerously close to critical veins. There had been a lot of blood and although Nat was easily able to stitch his skin back together, the close call had scared her - even if she refused to admit it out loud.

“I know you’re fine, idiot. It’s impossible to get rid of you.” She snorts and sends him a small smile. The radio cuts into a commercial, advertising their station and morning talk show before launching into another song.

A long, long time ago

I can still remember how that music

Used to make me smile

Natasha frowns at the song as an alarm bell begins to blare in the back of her head at the notes that drift out of the speakers. She furrows her eyebrows at it, a sinking feeling coming over her. Images from another time threaten to overtake her, and she’s too weak to stop them.

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

A blonde little girl, only five years old, prances around the front yard. She’s barefoot and wearing her pink sparkly sundress, hair pulled up into pigtails as she tries to catch a ladybug. Natasha watches from her perch among the tree branches. Mom Melina is kneeled on the ground as she works on the garden in front of the house, planting new flowers to replace the dead ones. She’s brought her portable stereo out, sitting it on the porch and playing at full volume. Natasha isn’t even aware of what song is playing until Yelena is running up to the porch, begging her to play it again. Mom Melina does. And then plays it again with an amused smile and quirked eyebrow when Yelena asks for a third time. Yelena cheers with joy as it starts again and rises to her tip toes as she begins to twirl and dance to the music.

Nobody knows what it is about the song that Yelena likes so much, but she loves it. She constantly asks for it, so much so that Melina loads it onto a cassette tape and keeps it in the car just for her. Natasha doesn’t quite understand what most of the lyrics are talking about, but she decides she doesn’t mind the song for Yelena. In a way, it fits- Yelena is the picture perfect little all american girl, apple pie personified.

Natasha’s frozen in her seat. She pleads with herself to move, to turn off the radio. She doesn’t want to hear this. She knows what verses are coming next, and her breathing catches in her throat as they start. These words hold no comfort for her anymore.

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ol boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die

This’ll be the day that I die

Her sister’s high-pitched voice singing the words, a beat behind as she moves her hands cheerfully, lost in the rhythm of the song. She’s buzzing with excitement- ready for her promised big adventure, too young and oblivious to notice their parent’s anxiety or her sister’s internal crisis happening in the seat next to her. Natasha can’t look at her sister, she doesn’t want her to see the panic she knows is written over her face. Instead, she keeps her eyes locked out the window, trying desperately to commit everything to memory. The red, white, and blue lights that light up the night, the football game where a band plays and people cheer, the abundance of restaurants where families are sat enjoying dinner. The normalness of it all makes her angry - how can all these people be so casual when her world is falling apart at the seams? Yelena begins to sing the verse about dying, and it takes everything within Natasha to not snap at her. She can’t bear to listen to her little sister singing about dying, so blissfully unaware of the possibility of the verse becoming true at any moment now. Natasha should say something to her, tell her to stop, tell her what was happening. But the lure of pretending one last time is too great for her to give away. She doesn’t say anything.

Did you write the book of love

A photo album, thick with pictures of them all sit on the shelf. It’s Natasha’s favorite thing in the house, and she often sneaks out of bed to stare at the photos. Realistically, she knows they’re all fake. But if she tries hard enough, thinks long enough, she swears she can recall the events. Thanksgiving had been fun; the food had been the best she’d ever tasted. Their summer vacation had been at the beach, and she swears she can feel the sun warming her face and the sand between her toes.

And do you have faith in God above

If the bible tells you so?

She and Clint had gone to a church once, as part of an undercover mission. She’d ended up having to walk out in the middle of the service. It had been too much. She could never believe in it, even if she wanted to. No loving God would ever create the horrors she had seen before her 13th birthday or give her a family purely to steal it all away so violently.

Can music save your mortal soul

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Natasha’s feet hit the ground, still en pointe, as she lands the perfect Grand Jete. She tosses her arms out in the landing pose and holds it for a second before excited clapping breaks her concentration. Yelena sits there, smiling wide as possible, clad in her own black leotard and pink tights. She’s in the younger classes, not as advanced as Natasha yet, but it doesn’t stop her from trying. Yelena scrambles to her feet, crossing the floor to stand next to her sister.

“Teach me, teach me!”

It’s a complicated step, and Natasha knows she’s not ready for it just yet. She doesn’t want her to get hurt.

“I’ll teach you when you’re older, okay?” Yelena nods, and turns to the mirror, copying Natasha’s arm positions.

Natasha tries to force another breath into her lungs, but it’s harder now, her throat and chest constricted. She squeezes her eyes closed, trying to block out the flashbacks that continue to assault her.

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling stone

But that’s not how it used to be.

Fifteen years. It had been fifteen goddamn years since Natasha had seen her sister for the last time. She refuses to let herself think of what might have happened to her. It pains her to think of her baby sister, who had once been so full of life, in such a horrid place.

Natasha wraps her arms around herself, arms holding each other tightly. She digs her fingernails into her skin, attempting to give herself something else to focus on and ground her. It doesn’t work.

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the Levee but the Levee was dry

Them good ol boys were drinking whiskey and rye

And signing this will be the day that I die

This’ll be the day that I die

Natasha doesn’t know how long they’ve been stuffed into this shipping container, crowded against a hundred other little girls. They’re all dirty, all starving, all terrified. The scent of sweat and urine threatens to suffocate them, the air hot and heavy.

She has tugged Yelena into her lap, arms protectively crossed over her torso to hold her close- hasn’t let go of her since the second they were put into here for fear of losing her amongst the other girls. She’s so tiny, and Natasha doesn’t trust any of the others.

Yelena stirs, a small whimper falling from her lips. Natasha tries to shush her gently, but it doesn’t work, and her sister keeps squirming. Her cries are starting to grow in volume, and one of the girls next to them sends them a dirty look.

“Yelena, Yelena. I’m here. You’re with me.” It’s the only words of comfort Natasha can offer her. She wishes she could tell her they were okay, that she was safe, that they were going to be fine. Instead, all she can do is assure her that her older sister had her. Yelena had stopped calling out for her mom a while ago, after her calls went unanswered and she finally realized no one was coming to rescue them. Natasha shifts them around, turning her back towards the others and away from prying eyes. Natasha turns Yelena on her lap, so that Yelena is facing her. “Yelena, look at me.”

Yelena shakes her head, so Natasha gently cups both sides of her face, titling her face up so that she has no choice. Yelena doesn’t resist, just locks her tear-filled eyes onto Natasha.

“I’m scared,” Yelena sobs through hitching breaths as her body trembles.

Natasha clutches her tighter and brings her closer, so close their noses are almost touching. “Don’t cry, Lena. Just sing with me.” Yelena frowns at her in confusion, and Natasha starts to sing under her breath, quietly, so that Yelena is forced to quite herself down and focus to hear the words.

She starts with the chorus, the part that Yelena knows and likes the best. “Bye, Bye, Miss American pie,” Natasha sings. The corner of Yelena’s lips quirks up in recognition. Nat pauses, prompting Yelena to sing the next line herself.

Her voice quivers, but she sings it anyways. “Drove my chevy to the levee…” Natasha nods in encouragement and joins her for the next verse. “But the levee was dry.” They sing the next few lines together. They near the last two lines of the chorus though, and this time, Natasha can’t allow her to sister to sing the last line. They hurt too much, they’re too real.

So she interrupts Yelena, skipping forward past the “Day that I die” line and jumping right into the next verse. Yelena doesn’t even question it, just follows her sister’s lead and allows herself to be completely absorbed in the whispered song.

Natasha sings almost the entire song to her sister, doing her best to remember as many lyrics as she could, and then starts over. She keeps singing, over and over again, until her voice starts to crack, and Yelena’s eyes are slipping closed in exhaustion.

“Tasha?” Clint calls, picking up the tension in his partner. She doesn’t respond, just stays frozen in her seat, locked in her own little world. “Hey,” He calls, a bit louder this time. He takes one hand off the wheel and places it on her shoulder gently. “Nat. What’s going on?” She’s shaking.

Instead of answering, Natasha claps her hands over her ears and leans forward, bending at the waist so she can rest her head atop her knees. She’s shaking her head, muttering something under her breath.

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

“Teach me, teach me!”

“…When you’re older.”

Natasha never got the chance to teach Yelena that ballet move. She wonders just how many other promises to her baby sister she’s broken.

“I’m going to pull over, Nat, okay?” A male’s voice comes from somewhere close by. His hand moves from her shoulder onto her back, to rub small circles on it.

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

She had never felt so stupid. Standing on that airway strip, holding a gun out in front of her, blocking Yelena. She had let her fall into the lie, childishly believe that maybe, just maybe Dad Alexei loved them like he said he did. As Alexei kneels before them, showing no sympathy to his daughters tears, she realizes that had never been the case.

The chorus starts again, and she feels bile rise in her stomach. “Bye Bye Miss American Pie” Natasha remembers how she had stolen that gun from a solider, shoved her sister behind her and threatened to kill numerous grown men for touching her. How desperately she had clung to Yelena when they’d been ripped apart. She hadn’t been ready to give up her sister, not ready to say goodbye to the American dream lie they had built side by side. “Drove my Chevy to the Levee but the levee was dry” The memory of Yelena’s face during those few days had haunted Natasha’s dreams for years. It had frightened her- even more so than the men with oversized guns. She had never seen her sister, who laughed at everything and loved the world with everything in her, look so despondent. She had tried telling her jokes to pry some kind of smile out of her. It didn't work. “This’ll be the day that I die” Yelena had sung those exact words in the car that day, and no lies were told. That day, when dad Alexei handed them back to Russians soldiers, they had both died. Died only to be remade and ruthlessly forged into something new, nothing more than weapons of mass destruction and trained killers.

There’s cussing to her left that pulls her back halfway to the present. She’s in a car, and she’s covered in vomit that runs down her front and onto her chest and lap. Clint has a hand on her, and he’s telling her just a second, Nat.

“Clint?” She asks, still slightly confused. She can still feel the weight of a smaller body on top of her, feel the soft blonde curls against her chin.

“I’m here, Tasha. Hold on.”

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time to start again

Countless little girls standing in a straight line, blank expressions, awaiting their next commands. They’re all mirrors of each other, no identity left for any of them to cling onto. Natasha scans over each girl, searching for the blonde waves she knows so well. She can’t find her.

The song drags on as Clint navigates the car off the road, coming to stop. He jumps out and jogs around, flinging Natasha's door open. She doesn’t move, so he reaches in and unbuckles her before slipping his hands into her armpits and pulling her out of the car. She tumbles to the ground, falling onto her knees.

And as I watched him on the stage

My hands clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in hell

Could break that Satan’s spell

Natasha catches Dreykov’s eyes on them, and she tightens her hold on Yelena’s hand. Her sister makes a small noise - she’s going to have bruises with how tight Nat is holding her- but doesn’t pull her hand away. Natasha curls her free hand into a tight fist, ready to swing if need be.

Dreykov says something to the men with guns next to him and points a finger at them. The soldiers start moving forward, and Natasha backtracks, tries to back up but Yelena stumbles at the sudden change in direction.

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

Natasha screams her sister's name, gripping onto her as tightly as she can. Soldiers have hands on them both, ripping them away from each other. Dreykov is standing several feet away, a tiny smile on his face. Yelena is shrieking, hands desperately trying to keep her grasp on Natasha with all the strength in her six-year-old frame.

They lose their grip on each other and are dragged apart. Yelena’s voice dies out as they carry away the only thing Natasha had left.

Bye Bye Miss American Pie -

“Turn it off!” Natasha pleads, before promptly vomiting even more onto the ground. Clint’s hands support her head, keeping her from falling. “Off, please. I can’t. Turn it--” Clint’s hands leave her for a second as he scrambles over her, reaching through the open passenger door and slamming the power button on the radio.

Natasha lets out a breath, thankful for the silence. With the song no longer playing, her head is beginning to clear, the painful images retreating somewhere she could lock them away again.

“All done?” Clint asks her. She spits out one last string of bile and nods her head, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as Clint helps her sit up and lean against his leg. He doesn’t rush her, just allows her to sit and try to regain control of her breathing as he combs his fingers through her hair.

When Natasha can finally think again, she frowns at herself in disgust. “Sorry,” She apologizes.

“You don’t need to apologize to me,” he tells her. Clint reaches over and opens the backdoor, grabbing his go bag and digging around until his fingers find one of his clean T-shirts. He yanks it out, closes the door. “Can I help you change, or do you want to do it yourself?”

He’s honestly not even sure if she could change herself right now, with how much she was still shaking, but he gives her the choice anyways. She shrugs her shoulders, her way of accepting help without actually having to accept. “Okay, arms up.” Natasha raises her arms, and Clint carefully tugs her shift off her by the collar, making sure the filthy outside never touched any of her skin. He crumples up the shirt into a ball and tucks it in a bag. He bunches up his shirt at the neck hole and slides it over her head before gently guiding her arms through. It takes a lot for his partner to get to this state, and his concern grows with every passing second that goes by and Natasha is still out of it. He fixes the shirt over her torso, making sure she’s completely covered and then sinks down to the ground, leaning his back against the wheel of the car. There’s a soft breeze in the air, the slight chill nipping at their skin a welcome distraction. “C’mere,” he says, and guides Natasha into his side. She tenses for a moment, but then lets her head drop onto his shoulder, allowing Clint to take her weight. He wraps an arm around her to hold her close.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha repeats, and this time Clint doesn’t say anything. He knows she’s not apologizing to him, but someone not in their presence. He doesn’t push it. She’ll tell him when she’s ready, on her own time. He has guesses though. Clint had an older brother, and he knows what a protective but burnt-out older sibling looks like. He’s seen the way her eyes linger on certain little girls in public before snapping back, caught the way she had once brushed her fingers over a fabric doll with pink hair on a store shelf, heard the way she is able to understand children’s speech without any effort. She’s never mentioned a younger sibling before, but sometimes in her sleep, she mumbles a girl’s name, her hands clenched in fists as if trying to hold on to her.

He presses a kiss to her temple, a silent promise. He won’t push her- He doesn’t need to know exactly what happened. He knows how to support her and how to take care of her when she needs it and for now, that’s enough.

Years later, Natasha will press her forehead to an adult Yelena’s, both panting from the fight, Yelena upside down and laying in the wreckage of the red room. Dreykov is finally dead, by Yelena’s hand. Yelena cracks a joke, and Natasha smiles. They’ll never again be those little girls they once were, but they’ve finally found each other.

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shirophantomvox · 4 years ago

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What’s up y’all! Tumblr is literally fucking glitching and certain letters on my keyboard aren't working so I couldn't put in a title. The title of this is: "I Will Always Celebrate My Birthday". Here is another lovely prompt from @vld-prompts . I hope you like it! If these stories seem rushed, it’s because I am writing them before working and I go to school so I have to fit them in some time, right? Anyway, this prompt says: The Paladins learn that Alteans have no concept of birthday celebrations and promptly decide to demonstrate one for Allura, Coran (and/or Lotor.) Happy reading and follow me for more stories!

Princess Allura; the girl that has been to hell and back; took in many “aliens” and trained them to be paladins of the lions. She had experienced tragedy after tragedy but somehow managed to keep pushing. Lots of people looked up to her for hope and support and she never disappointed. It seemed like all she did was work and work and work until she passed out from exhaustion. Once she was so tired that she couldn’t even remember her own age! Wait! How old is she again? 10,000 years old right? No! She’s 10,001 years old! She reached into the drawer in her dresser and pulled out a thin, long gold box that was glistening under the light. She gently opened the box and there laid a beautiful pearl necklace and bracelet. This was a gift from the late King Alfor and Melanor of Altea; her parents. They had always mentioned the necklace as a reward for reaching such an age. You see, in Altean history, when a woman turns 10,001 years old, they take life more seriously. They know that it is time to buckle down; it is time to make money, find a partner, and parent children to follow in their footsteps. The necklace was a reward for her accomplishments. Allura often thought of her parents, wishing that they could see her now. They both would be proud.

Lance and Pidge entered the living room carrying heavy boxes that Coran gave them full of dusty trophies and small knickknacks. They were trying to clean out the 3rd floor so Hunk and Pidge could set up their virtual reality equipment. Suddenly, both tripped and dropped the boxes spilling everything all over the floor. Hey, blame the pearls. They’re THAT shiny.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Allura said running from her chair. She grabbed Pidge and Lance by their arms and pulled them up. “Let me help you pick this up.” Pidge got up, dusted herself off, and returned to pick up the items from the ground. “Lance, could you pass me the cardboard box. Lance? Lance! Are you listening to me?” To Allura’s surprise (not really), Lance was staring at her for much longer than usual. His mouth nearly dropped to the ground as he gave Allura two looks. It must have been some magic in that ol’ pearl necklace. Allura had on a light rose pink dress that exposed her shoulders. A white rose was pinned to her dress. This was apart of Altean tradition; on your special day, you just wore fancy clothes around the house and whenever you went out. “Lance! You’re drooling,” Pidge said groaning in irritation. It was bad enough Lance was slightly lazy but him drooling over Allura slowed her down. “Oh, sorry. S-sorry for staring Allura. Y-you just look prettier than usual. That necklace makes your skin glow.” “Thank you, Lance. I appreciate it.” “Great. Heh-he. Lance, can we finish this now? Hunk and I have work to do.” “R-right. Right” Still love-struck, Lance managed to help Pidge put away the boxes and the rest of the clothes laid on the couch. Lance was right about one thing, she never dressed like this before, why so sudden? “Why are you dressed liked that,” Pidge asked. “Don’t question it Pidge!” “It’s ok. Today is the day I was born 10,001 years ago.” “So, it’s your birthday?” “What?” “Your birthday. Today was the day you were born 10,001 years ago.” “Ah, yes. Right!” “Great! When do we get cake and ice cream?” “Ice cream? Cake?” “You’ve never heard of cake and ice cream?! Wow, your parties must have been lame.” “Actually...I’ve never had any of those...parties. What are they like?” “They’re fun! You have cake, ice cream, and if you’re lucky you get to have your birthday at a venue!” Lance LOVED birthday parties. It was the perfect opportunity for him to get as many phone numbers as he could and for him to talk to his friends about games and live streaming. Pidge on the other hand was an introvert; she liked staying to herself because that was the only way for her to get her work completed. The only person that could relate to her was Hunk and they had similar interests. “Lance doesn’t need any more sugar than what he is already consuming. Pidge pushed her glasses closer to her face as she placed the last box on the table. But I am willing to throw you a birthday party if Lance will help me.” “Of Course I will! Hunk will bake the cake, he can make the ice cream, and Pidge and I will make party favors. Let’s go, team! Mission Birthday Party is a-go.” Lance, being excited about this mission, was so overjoyed that he ran flat into the door. “I’m ok!” Baking a cake was the perfect task for Hunk during this time. Constantly thinking about returning to Earth can and will drive you insane. He and the other paladins have a point--they did not sign up for this mission but they were called upon to carry out a job and they were nearly finished, at last. Hunk had taken bakery classes at the nearby arts and crafts store, NaTalia’s. He had learned how to make birthdays, weddings, and just regular cakes with a quickness. His art form including basic designs and printing edible pictures on the cake. Allura’s favorite colors were pink, white, and dark grayish-blue. Although those colors were far apart from each other on the palette, he made it work. The ice-cream was already made. He decided to make mint chocolate and vanilla to ensure everyone was satisfied. The cake was great and it looked delicious too! The only downside is that the ship’s kitchen looked like a tornado ran through it. Oh well. That’s how you know you accomplished your mission. He topped the cake off with little wax figures of King Alfor and Melanor at the top near the pink rim. He thought this was the perfect finishing touch...hopefully she thinks so too. Hunk gently placed the ice cream and the cake on a pushcart and began to

wheel it to the bridge. The wax figures made Hunk think harder. He was going to remove them. He didn’t want Allura to cry on her big day, he wanted her to be happy. The doors opened as everyone stood to their feet and watched the beautiful cake be wheeled into the room. The edible sparkly pink glitter glistened underneath the room’s headlights. Allura stood to her feet, her hands over her mouth gasping in amazement. Pidge and Lance had made pink and white confetti and by some miracle found pink balloons in the closet. Just when they were going to sing “Happy Birthday” by Stevie Wonder, a few tears began to fall from Allura’s face. Hunk’s smile was instantly wiped away. He knew he should have removed the figurines. “Allura...I-I’m sorry. I thought--” “--No! It’s ok! I love it! Thank you Hunk!” Allura nearly knocked him over with her hug, but that’s ok. It was a warm bear hug; one full of love and joy. “Hey! Where’s my hug?!” “Later, Lance.” “Ooooh,” Pidge said laughing. “Ok, who’s ready to sing Happy Birthday, Keith asked already grabbing a hamburger slider. I’m hungry. “Happy Birthday to ‘ya. Happy Birthday to ‘ya. Happy Birth-day!” The team sang, off-key, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered is they successfully gave Allura the first birthday experience of her life and it is safe to say that she loved it. She was overjoyed with emotion, all happiness. Shiro gave her a few tissues to wipe her eyes with so her eye makeup wouldn’t drip. “Thank you all! I appreciate it very much! I will always celebrate my birthday for as long as I shall live!”

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jungshookz · 5 years ago

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hhhhh nurse!jk where he’s taking care of u before ur like surgery and u’ve always thought that like “damn i got a spicy nurse time to create a grey’s anatomy episode” then its prep time and they give the drugs and when y/n is Hopped Up she sees jk and its all “aYYYEEE ITS THE HOT NURSE™️” and its just constant flirting

➺ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre: nurse!jungkook!!!!! fluff that will give you cavities (remember to floss!!), y/n’s normally already really cute but somehow she’s cuter when she’s all looOoOopy and jungkook’s already obsessed

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➺ note: i loved this request and i think i went a little overboard but it was totally worth it!!! i don’t think general anaesthesia is typically used for wisdom teeth surgery but for the purposes of this drabble it iS also i have never gotten my wisdom teeth taken out but if nurse jungkook was there i would happily let the dentist harvest all of my teeth aLSO i have been waiting for forever to use this gif because jungkook is just so!! handsome!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“take this blindfold off of me because i’m literally about to burst from excitement-!” you reach up to yank the blindfold off that tae foRced you to wear before leaving the apartment

he didn’t tell you where he and jimin were taking you but you have a feeling it’s that new dessert place because you’ve been hinting that you’ve wanted to go to it for like two weekS

and you’ve never been good at being subtle so (“oh my god it’s so nice out today! …you guys know what else is nice? bubble tea waffles.”)

although you will say

you didn’t expect a dessert place to smell so….

you’re not sure what the right word is

clinical?

you don’t think clinical is a smell but if you hAd to describe what your nose is picking up right now it has to be clinical

as soon as your eyes adjust to the light you-

…

oh my god

this isn’t the,,… this isn’t the new dessert place with the bubble tea waffles and the matcha soufflés,,.,. this isn’t a dessert place at all.,.,.

this is-

THE DENTIST’S OFFICE

“oh, no.” you let out a shaky breath and feel a shiver go up your spine

you hate the dentist’s

everything is just too.,. white

too sparkly

too clean

and yeah it’s probably good for a dentist’s office to be squeaky clean because that would indicate that their services are also squeaky clean but

uhUGHS

you just HATE going to see dentists

it all started when you were six years old

when you were six, you had to get one of your teeth pulled out and you’ll never forget the sound of the horrific crack of your tooth being pulled out of your gums

and the feeling of getting your tooth extracted!!!

the nurse didn’t inject enough of that numbing stuff into your gums so you felt the-

hKJDHs

the fEELING

if you think about if for too long you start to get nauseous

the point is

there’s no way in hell you’re going to sit there and willingly let the dentist pull out all four of your wisdom teeth in one go

six year old y/n could barely handle one

you whip around to look at jimin and tae “how could you do this to me?”

“we had to!”

you feel betraYED by tae because he said he was going to take you to the dessert place as a reward for doing well on your history paper but obviously he wants to punish you instead because instead of sitting down on a plush leather chair, you’re going to be sitting down on a cold, squeaky.., dentist’s chair?

is there even a name for that specific type of chair

you pause before pointing a finger at jimin “and, you! how could you do this to me?”

you feel even more betrayed by jimin because he was the only one who you talked to about that time you went to get your teeth cleaned and how the dentist ended up telling you that you needed to get your wisdom teeth removed (he also reminded you for the millionth time to remember to floSS)

he even did a whole x-ray on you and sure enough it did look like those molars of yours are trying to squeeze into places where they shouldn’T be squeezing into

you honestly would rather live with the discomfort for the rest of your life than have some freakshow dentist get all up in your mouth and pULL your teeth out like a psychopath

you should have suspected something because when jimin asked you when you were planning to get your wisdom teeth taken out you responded with a snort and a “never.” and he responded with a “…huh.”

“i trusted you, you know.” you seethe as you start pacing around a little bit “there’s a special place in hell for people like you.”

“oh, don’t be like that.” jimin makes a face before raising a brow

“don’t you need to make an appointment or something?? you can’t just drop in and-“

“we made an appointment for you, don’t worry!” taehyung offers you a smile and pats your shoulder before pointing to the front desk “i’ll go tell them you’re here now and i’ll even help fill out the form for you.”

“everyone has to get their wisdom teeth removed, y/n - it’s now or never.”

“yeah - and i prefer neVER- get me OUT OF HERE-“ you make a break for the door as soon as you’re sure taehyung won’t be there to stop you

jimin is strong too and you’ve never tried it but you’re pretty sure you could take him in a fight any DAY-

“wh- noT so FAST” jimin loops an arm around your waist and yanks you backwards right as your fingers brush up against the cold metal of the door handle

“please pLease i don’t wanna go in i don’t want to-“ you start sobbing as you flail your arms around before slouching down over jimin’s forearm

he lets out a groan and smacks the back of your head

“we know you have the ability to cry on command, cut it out!”

you immediately stop crying and you reach up to wipe at your watery eyes

you sniffle and stand up straight “…well, it was worth a shot.”

jimin unravels his arm around your waist and gives everyone around you guys a sheepish smile before yanking you back with a grunt of frustration “you’re acting like a child.”

“you’re acting like a child.” you grumble and plop down on the chair

your fingers drum against the arm of the chair nervously

“you don’t have any allergies, right?” tae hums as he continues to fill out the form

the pencil scratches against the paper as he ticks a box

“…if i do, does that mean i don’t have to go through with this?”

tae snorts and scribbles something down on the clipboard in his hands “taking that as a no.”

okay

okay okay okay

don’t panic

there’s still a way out

maybe you can just excuse yourself to the bathroom

oH but you know for a faCt taehyung is going to follow you there to make sure you don’t run to the elevators

it’s okay

you’ve never tried flushing yourself down a toilet before but there’s no time like the preSENT

or maybe you can go out there and pull the fire alarm

you’re sure you have enough loose change in your bag to pay for a $1000 charge of misusing a fire alarm

maybe

“y/n y/l/n?”

you curse quietly when you hear your name being called

well

you had a chance to sliP away but instead you sat here like a sitting duCK

and now you’re about to get all your dang teeth pulled out of your mouth

you slouch further down on the seat in hopes that the nurse will eventually give up on you if you don’t respond

“she’s right here!” taehyung yanks you up off your seat before nudging you towards the-

hello

you swallow thickly

to put it simply,.,.,.,. the nurse is really frickin attractive

perfectly tousled raven hair

a very boyish face, really

a very pretty smile!!!

two small, silver hoops hanging from his lobes

he looks to be about your age

younger than tae and jimin maybe?

and you didn’t think scrubs could ever look fashionable but he’s really pulling off his baby blue scrubs

“you want us to come in with you?” tae nudges you gently and you shake your head in response

“i think i’ll be good.” you clear your throat and wipe your clammy hands down on the back of your jeans

“alright, well… we’ll be here when you come out. there’s nothing to be nervous about, okay?”

“mhm, yeah” you respond absentmindedly and tae arches a brow

you’re more nervous about making a good first impression on the nurse rather than the fact that you have to have your teeth extracted

the last thing you want is for him to think that you’re a big ol baby or something

because you’re not!!!!

you are NOT a wimp

in fact you’ll rip your oWn teeth out of your mouth to prove it to him

just kidding

u can’t do that

jimin and tae both watch as you disappear behind the sliding glass doors

“…she thinks the nurse is hot, doesn’t she?” jimin hums as he flips through a magazine and crosses his legs

“she was practically drooling over him.”

there’s a bit of awkward silence as you follow the nurse to the room

you’re not sure if it’s appropriate for you to striKe up a casual conversation

“so, miss y/l/n. you’re here to get your wisdom teeth taken out?”

“oh, you can call me y/n. miss y/l/n makes me feel like i’ve aged 30 years.” you snort as you settle down in the chair

just as you remember it

cold and haRd

you clear your throat and watch as he shuts the door behind him “um… what’s your name?”

he looks up at you and offers you another one of those bright smiles

“i’m jungkook.”

goD

even his name is cute

“so, do you think you can explain the whole procedure to me? i’ll probably be able to relax a little bit if i know what’s going to go down. also, am i getting all four of my wisdom teeth extracted today? because i don’t know if i’m going to be able to handle that but my friend taehyung said that-“

“you are definitely not getting all four of your wisdom teeth taken out today. i mean, some people like to get all of it done and over with in one go, but your friend mentioned that you were feeling a little anxious so i went ahead and informed doctor kim to extract just two of them!”

great

so you have to come back

“where’s the doctor?”

“he’ll be here in a bit. he’s just finishing up a root canal in the other room but he told me to take care of the anaesthesia first so that when he comes in here you’ll be ready to go- i don’t know why you needed to know all of that but… yeah!”

jungkook doesn’t know why he’s become so awkward all of a sudden

it’s almost like he’s completely forgotten how to socialise because he knoWs he’s just in Nurse Mode right now and he kind of wishes he was in Cool Nurse Mode because yoU seem like a very cool person that he would like to get to know outside of a wisdom teeth situation

if he would’ve known he was going to be working with a very cute patient he would’ve worn his cleaner scrubs

he chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously as he disinfects the gas mask to get ready to drug you up

you seem to be very friendly so he doesn’t know why he has the inability to keep a casual conversation going

lucky for him you also seem to have a lot of questions

“is it just going to be me and the doctor? alone?? in this room?” you swallow nervously and look around the room

you don’t trust dentists

you trust doctors but you don’t trust dentists

what kind of sane person would be interested in pulling teeth out of mouths?

the answer is nobody

in conclusion: dentists are psychopaths

“oh, i’ll be in here too!” jungkook chirps as he tosses the disinfectant wipe away

he spins around to face you as he leans back against the (too clean) counter

“you know, someone has to be there to take care of rinsing the blood out of your mouth-“

your eyes widen to the size of saucers and jungkook freezes

oh frick

he’s supposed to be calming you down not hYping you up!!!

“that- that was supposed to be funny but i’m realising that you probably aren’t the right audience for jokes about ripping bloody molars out of- you know whAT how about i start prepping you?” jungkook clasps his hands together before spiNNing back around and you can’t help but giggle lightly

he’s kind of dorky

which is cute

very cute

“on a scale from 1 to 10 how bad is this going to hurt?”

“you want my honest answer?” jungkook hums as he clips the little bib around your neck

jesus

he smells good too

“honesty is a good trait to have.” you lean back against the chair as jungkook turns to get the anaesthesia tank ready

you tongue prods against your back molars nervously

they seem like they’re wedged in there reAl tight so good luck to the dentist

“considering the fact that you’re going to be completely unconscious, i’d say… -2.” jungkook holds the mask up to the light to make sure there aren’t any specks of dust in there “trust me, you’re not going to feel anything. it’ll almost feel like a nap! and naps are nice!”

oh!

see

there you go

nothing to worry about

naps are super nice, after all

frick

maybe you should’ve asked tae to come in because you feel like you’d feel better if you were holding someone’s hand

unless…

“alright, let’s get this show on the road!” jungkook rolls over on his little wheely chair and drags the tank of gas behind him “dr. kim just texted me, he’ll be here in a minute.”

okay okAy

just go for it

“this is… kind of a silly request, but-“ you swallow thickly before looking down at your folded hands “do you think you could hold my hand or something? you don’t have to, obviously, but i just- coming to the dentist’s makes me exTra nervous and i guess i would just feel a lot better if-“

your cheeks flush when jungkook reaches down and places his hand over yours

(he just hopes his hand isn’t clammy)

he gives you a little squeeze of reassurance before raising the mask for you to see

“you wanna count backwards from 10 for me?” jungkook smiles and tilts his head as he places the mask over your mouth

“i think i might have to count back from 30 because i’m really not…”

oh god

what’s happening

you feel lightheaded

“not…feeling anything yet…” your eyelids flutter gently

hOo boy

you’re drifting

it feels like your soul is leaving your body

“alright, count back from 30 if you’d like.” jungkook hums and reaches over to brush a strand of hair away from your face

“30, 29, 28… 27… 20..6….”

you barely make it to 20 before you pass out

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“y/n?”

“y/n…? can you hear me?”

your eyelids flutter open and you wince slightly at the light shining direCtly into your eyes

“hey, there we go… you were out like a light! dr kim told me to stay with you til you woke up-”

whaz happenign

where er u

y u can’t feel face

y u cant pheel ur own face

you reach up to pat your face to check that it’s still there

o no

u can’t feel face

U CAN’T FEEL faCE

“my face- my faze is gone i can’t feel it-“ your eyes light up immediately when jungkook appears next to you “oh, it’s yOU-! you’re the- ur the hoT nurse-”

he laughs lightly as he helps you unclip the little bib

this isn’t the first time he’s been hit on by a drugged up patient but it never fails to surprise him

he’s not usEd to the attention ok!!!

“yes, it’s me! look, there’s nothing to worry about, you’re at the dentist’s-“

“i’m at the deNtist’s why am i at the dentist’s???” you jolt up from the chair and look around

WhY are you at the dentist’s??????

who brought you here!!!!!!

you’ll kill them

“to get your wisdom teeth taken out, remember?”

you can’t help but whimper when jungkook presents a little plastic baggie to you

lo and behold

two bloOdy molars

“why would u take them out? i’m already dumB enough and now i have leth wisdom becauthe u took them out-” your voice is kind of muffled because there are cotton pads in your mouth for the bleeding

your brows furrow in confusion and you shove your fingers into your mouth to pull the pads out

jungkook immEdiately reaches over and wraps his fingers around your wrist before tugging your hand out gently

“there’s thomething in my mouth” you say dumbly and jungkook nods

“you’re right, there is something in your mouth. no touching, okay?”

“ok”

jungkook always likes the aftermath of the anaesthesia because the patients kind of act like needy babies

it’s cute!!! and you were already cute before the drugs so now you’re extra cute and he’s feeling awfully soft for some reason

a moment of silence goes by

you clear your throat

“why i can’t- why can’t i feel my faze tho”

jungkook glances at you over his shoulder

“remember the drugs i put you on?”

you furrow your brows before looking down at where you’re sitting

you look back up at jungkook

“you didn’t put me on drugs you put me on a chair - see?” you pat the arm of the chair and jungkook raises a brow before chuckling lightly

“let’s get you back to your friends, okay?”

to say the least

jungkook barely knows you but he’s already completely enamoured and infatuated

you’re like a little duckling!!!!!!!

he gave you his arm to hold onto so that he could walk you back to the lobby without you falling flat on your ass but you looped your arm through his anD grabbed onto his hand at the same time and his heart skipped a beat because that was so cute!!!

and now your cheek is smooshed against his bicep as you lean against him and he just-

he’s obsessed

“wait, i need to tell you something…” you shake your head and grab onto jungkook’s wrist “becuz honestly i’m prolllllly not going to come bak here because i don’t like not being able to feel my face-“

jungkook snorts

you have to come back because you still have two wisdom teeth to pull out

but he’s not going to say anything because you’re in a very delicate state right now

“yes?”

“you wanna go out for ithe cream one day?” you look up at him while keeping your cheek squished to his arm and he practically meLts at your doe eyes

he is a deer in the headlights of love

the slight lisp is just the cherry on top

“-orrrr coffeeeee if you’re not an ithe cream person but i’M an ithe cream person-“

“like on a date?”

jungkook can’t tell if ur being serious or not considering the fact that there are enough drugs in your system right now to knock out a whole sanctuary of elephants

you nod enthusiastically and squeeze his hand “ya we can call it a date if u want!!! oR it can be a super casual hang out but i juz think ur super cute n i’m not jus sayin that because i’m hopped up on druGs-“

the little wrinkle of your nose and giggle when he responds with a ‘i would love to go for ice cream with you.’ shouldN’t have made jungkook feel so giddy but-

“alright, she’s still a little loopy from the surgery but she should be fine! the gauze pad placed over the surgical area should be kept in place for about a half hour and then you can go ahead and remove it. make sure she doesn’t touch the wound because-“

“why- wYYyy are you talking like i’m not standing right here??? you can juz talk to me direCtly” you tug on jungkook’s sleeve and he glances at you

you lean against his shoulder and reach up to pat your swollen cheek tenderly

owie :-(

jungkook’s mouth twitches in a fond smile

:-))

he knows you’re not going to remember even half of what he tells you but he’ll play along

thankfully you have your friends here who are conscious and will probably remember everything he’s going to say

“riiiight, my bad. how about you stand over here, hm? right in front of me”

jimin pulls you towards him and you stumble a bit before turning around so you can face jungkook

“you may prrrroooceed.” you roll your ‘r’ before giving jungkook a little curtsey

“thank you very much, your majesty. as i was saying, don’t touch the wound because that can cause bleeding and that wouldn’t be good. take the prescribed pain medications as soon as you begin to feel discomfort - that’s probably going to happen after the effects of the anaesthetic diminish. also, placing ice packs on the side of your face might be a good idea to help with the swelling.”

“the thwell- the thwelling???” you gasp and reach up to pat your face again

o god

you probably look like a chipmunk right now

in front of juNGKOOK

even in your drugged up state you knoW that you don’t look the least bit attractive right now

“we-“ you turn to look at tae “we gotta go home cos i don’t look cute righnnow and i wan jungkook to think that i look cute-“

“okAy let’s get you home!!!” taehyung cuts you off and gives jungkook a sheepish smile

“c’mon, get up-“ jimin squats down so that he can give you a piggyback ride because he feels like it’s going to take a lot longer to get home if they let you toddle around on your own

“jimin i needa tell u i’m going out on an ithe cream date with jungkook because he’s really pretty and-“

“uh-huh, you sure are going out with jungkook! definitely!” jimin chirps as he walks out the door with you on his back

he bounces slightly to adjust you

taehyung turns back to face jungkook before starting to back up towards the glass doors “sorry about her, man-“

“byeeeee, jungkook! i love you!!!! weLL okay i don’t loVe you yet but i couLD-“

“so, we’ll see you later for y/n’s other set of wisdom teeth!” tae chuckles and looks over to see you slumPed over jimin

“yeah, i’ll see you guys later!” jungkook smiles lightly and-

“i’m totAlly gonna let him put hishands down muh pants on our date if he wants to-“

jungkook snorts

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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sugar-petals · 5 years ago

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Now you HAVE to do a tarot readings on what sorta dads bts will be

yup, it’s due 😄 today i’ll use my favorite oracle cards with indian deities. i always look into this deck for family matters. the hindu gods are great fun, you’ll love these guys.

taehyung: VISHNU: “Involvement”

this card is about letting go and fully immersing yourself. which you bet taehyung is going to do. it’s pretty straightforward and intuitive to me that vishnu with his call to show one’s loyalty came out. taeyhung, and this won’t be news for anyone, be the most dedicated father ever. on the card he is represented by a dignified vishnu who is classically considered the god of the universe; stepping through a vortex of positivity. he has four arms (=four seasons) that carry the progression of the sun, a lotus to symbolize gratitude, a sparkly club to fight demons, and a shell to bring about silence. so, mister vishnu is a hell of a guy and fully equipped to do his job. which is likely going to apply to taehyung quite seamlessly. he will involve himself all year round (the seasons), be protective, wise, understanding, all while giving his family no reason to miss him. the silence shell also tells me he speaks gently with his kid, he never yells. the mood will be elated for the absolute majority of the time.

jimin — NATARAJA: “Choice”

the guy on the card literally looks like jimin, i’m losing my mind. i mean coincidence? nataraja: he’s short, he’s totally muscular, he’s chubby, his lips are big, and he’s straight up gyrating all over the place like a pro lmao! this guy is sizzling as fuck. synchronicity much 😋 will jimin be the hottest dad in town? you bet your wig! either way, i digress. this card indicates a decision, a compromise, something that calls you with an upbeat tune to leave the old things behind decisively. nataraja (who is actually an expression of the god shiva) is the ‘flame dancer/lord of dance’ deity of choice between destruction or creation. jimin is bound to apply major changes to his life when he becomes a dad, it’ll be outside his comfort zone. this kid turns it all upside down. a challenge to amp up his esteem will pop up pretty early. nataraja dances — much like jimin, that is no coincidence either — to rid himself off fear, ego, beating oneself up. i think this is what jimin wants to instill in his kid himself, to be determined in life. i think they can learn from each other in that way.

hoseok — KRISHNA’S RASA-LILA: “Rhythm”

another card that’s squarely about dancing. a rasa-lila is a feast in which people row up in a circle to krishna’s flute play. legend has it krishna attracted sheperdesses to dance to his music and they had so much fun it lasted for half a year like wow. and yeah, gdi this is literally pied piper. because krishna is the god of love and didn’t want to disappoint his guests, he multiplied himself (!) to dance with everybody. hobi will sort of feel that divide as a dad, too. he wants to share his dance and affection with fans so he’d have a hard time focusing on one family instead of the world as his family. he’d definitely want to keep his craftsmanship and popularity. whenever i see this card pop out, something all over the place is going, he could become a patchwork family dad. this home will never be silent nor underpopulated lol! in any case, just like krishna, hoseok will be the most entertaining parent EVER 😄 his kids will forget time with him and music will be present throughout the home. it’s also the card with the most erotic undertones in the reading, hobi’s sex life will be alive and well.

namjoon — GIRISHA: “Belief”

oh… damn. this gave me a very powerful impression. it’s similar to taehyung’s card, a great dignity is conveyed by the imagery. so, in detail: girisha is the majestic god of the himalaya, mount everest is his home. it’s also shown on the card behind girisha. so, if we interpret this, then: rest assured namjoon will move mountains when he becomes a dad, that much we can already be certain of. he’ll take his task very seriously and won’t mess around much. namjoon will do adulting and raising kids the focused way. now, girisha is about belief but it does not mean religion is a factor here. it is more of a conviction that we as humans are wanted and needed as we are, where we are. someone who doubts himself as much as joon is likely encountering that trust in himself once he becomes a father. this is good news! once he believes he can be a good dad, he will be a good and wise dad. small detail i picked up to give a closing thought: girisha is a deity that meditates a tremendous lot, namjoon might pick this up to balance himself. he’ll be into spirituality and teach his kid about principles of the universe and how nature works. who knows, namjoon might be purchasing oracle cards as we speak.

jungkook: NARAYANA: “Your Potential”

(before we get started here: definitely scroll back to crossread taehyung’s interpretation, it’s the same deity, just in a different form.) i get a sense he will be a very imaginative and resourceful father but also someone who knows when to retreat and think things over. i’ll explain what i mean. on this card, our favorite good ole vishnu again appears in his version of a creator god: narayana. it’s a very dreamy kind of deity we’re seeing here. narayana loves to sleep coiled up inside the world snake ananta who allows him to come up with new ideas he can install in the world. jungkook will be in that kind of occasional limbo, too. he figures out many things to expand and improve in the home and his family. i’d compare his fatherhood to how he learns english, that’s pretty much the same principle. we also see a masculine angelic being kneeling before narayana in prayer, it could be jungkook’s son who really admires his father a lot and listens to advice without rebelling against it. maybe it’s because jungkook can get on eye level with his kid without much trouble. last but not least, the literal interpretation: jk will be a cute and sleepy dad. ♡😴

seokjin — GANGA: “Flexibility”

this card is just... super beautiful! as expected when it comes to kim seokjin, who are we kidding, there’s no other option. we see the lotus goddess ganga float on water pretty much completely unbothered. she’s got her best gown on, the sky is blue, everything is in bloom around her. i think this couldn’t be any more perfect to describe jin as a dad. he looks good (while jimin will be the hot dad in bts, jin will be the dazzling one), he does his thing, he goes with the flow. flexibility is a pretty accurate key word i’d apply to him. since ganga is responsible for the holy and peaceful river ganges, she is said to bring about softness, innocence, going past obstacles. jin is going to be veeery chill about his daily life, with no hurry or pressures whatsoever. that transfers to the kid and his partner so heavily, we’ll see a very wholesome and slow-paced family dynamic play out. it’s the sweetest thing. it really nurtures the child. out of all cards i pulled, he’s by far the most lighthearted dad. i was blown away, the card’s message is such a reassuring and promising one. you go jin!

yoongi — GANESHA/NRITYA-GANAPATI: “Vocation”

and here’s the odd one out to round this up in an interesting way. you won’t be surprised, i wasn’t surprised. you probably already suspect where this vocation thing is going. i see what the cards are trying to tell me over and over. yoongi is pretty preoccupied following his higher calling. not obsessively, but steady and stalwart enough. and since he doesn’t half-ass anything and tends to limit himself to one goal, i don’t think he’s gonna abandon his music and consider fatherhood his new vocation. if he does, mind you, he will consider it like a kind of heart’s desire to work on. however, the god that rules this card pretty much gives away what yoongi will be doing in the near future 😅 nritya-ganapati is an embodiment of the most popular writer god: sweet and relaxed ganesha, i’m sure you’ve heard about him. ganesha is a very creative elephant deity who dances through all ill fate and grants healing. it’s obvious to me that yoongi is very much that. writing songs, sorting himself out (!), doing what he does best. vocation is his prized value, he needs something to put out to the world. becoming daddy woongles is probably something he reserved for later in life, job comes first. all slowly but surely, elephants move with deliberation.

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collapsingintojupiter · 5 years ago

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Sunshine and StormClouds: Chapter 12

Catch up:

Chapter 1 Chapter 1.5 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

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*Cough* yeah it’s been awhile.

Characters: Roman, Logan, Virgil, Patton, Remy

Relationships: Analogical, mentioned Romile (Roman x Emile)

Warnings: (Very brief) alcohol mention, a little swearing, and...I don’t think anything else? This one’s pretty fluffy.

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Remy was, in fact, quite jealous when he saw Virgil’s nails the next day.

“Gurl, where did you get these?” he demanded, grabbing Virgil’s hand and looking at the design with big eyes. “You have to tell me, c’mon!”

“Oh, it’s only from the best-ever stylist in town,” was Virgil’s answer. He sipped at his coffee and laughed at how Remy looked like he was going to implode, enjoying their banter a lot more than usual this time around. Patton tried Logan’s iced tea and made a face, drawing another laugh from him.

“Alright alright, I’ll tell you,” he conceded at last with another chuckle. Remy lit up at once.

“Yeah yeah, go on,” he said.

“So…it turns out our babysitter is also a blooming artist. He painted my nails for me last night, and a few of Patton’s too.”

As if it was his cue, Patton reached towards Remy with grabby-hands, showing off the blue on his left hand. Remy set his coffee down and took the boy, leaving Logan to finish off his iced tea while he processed the information.

“You’re kidding me,” he said after a minute, looking over Virgil’s nails again. “This is amazing, what even…”

“I know, right?”

“Well then,” Remy said as he handed Patton back to his father and finished off his drink. “Looks like I have a babysitter to catch.”

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Roman wasn’t sure how to react when he found that he wouldn’t be walking home from school that day—Remy waited for him outside In his car, motioning him over as soon as he was out the door.

“How’s Emile?” he asked as soon as Roman opened the door. He blushed at that, climbing in and looking down at his shoes.

“He’s, um, he’s good,” he said quietly. Then he looked up. “Why are you picking me up? Do Virgil and Logan need me?” he frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no!” Remy waved a hand and shook his head, a grin on his face and glitter in his eyes. “Nothing’s wrong, my boy. Aunty Remy just wants to spoil you a little, if you don’t mind?”

“Oh…okay.” Roman grinned. Being spoiled by Aunty Remy wasn’t something he was gonna pass up.

“Also…I have a favor to ask of you.” Roman raised an eyebrow in question at that.

“A favor?”

“Yeah, I hear that this town has a budding artist, is that right?” Roman’s eyes widened.

“You saw—”

“Yup! And I was so impressed, I thought I might ask if you’d be willing to do mine too? I’ll pay you, of course. And I’ll take you out to coffee again, cause Aunty Remy needs his caffeine…does that sound good to you?” Roman couldn’t help the smile that nearly split his face.

“Totally!”

...

Roman wasn’t quite sure why Remy called the drink “pumpkin-spiced seasonal depression,” because as far as he was concerned it was the most amazing thing in the world. Either way, he wasn’t complaining, and he smiled behind his drink while Remy shared with him all of the latest gossip he knew of.

Which there was a lot of, apparently.

“Now,” Remy said, setting down his coffee once he’d finished telling Roman about his old highschool friend Ashely’s divorce, “I know that you do your Chemistry homework with Logan, is that right? What do you say we drop in on him? I’ll order a pizza, and you can have dinner with us.”

“Wait, how’d you know Logan was helping me?” Roman asked, though he still hadn’t managed to banish the grin from his face. Remy winked at him.

“He helped me through Chemistry too, you know. That big brain of his is the only reason I was able to pass.”

“Really? Virgil said he helped him too…”

“Yup! Ol’ Logan tutored a lot of people, and I personally thought he was a better teacher than all of the paid staff at that dumpster fire they called a school combined.” Roman laughed, and he only shrugged. “Hey, I’m telling it like it is. Now, let’s go give our dear friends a surprise visit, shall we?”

…

“Hello Roman, Remy tells me that you’re in need of further assistance on your Chemistry?”

Roman blinked at Mr.Sanders, while Remy laughed and pushed past him. “Now now, we have to feed the boy first. The pizza dude should be here in a few minutes, and then you can amaze him with your brilliance all you want.”

“You got a curfew at home, kid?” a third voice asked, and Roman glanced up as Virgil came into the hallway, Patton at his hip. Patton smiled happily, reaching for Roman with his little hands when he saw him.

“Ro!” he yelled.

Roman smiled at him, then looked to Virgil. “Uh, sort of, I just gotta be there before my mom goes to bed.”

“When is that, normally?” Logan asked.

“Uh...around 10 sometimes, though sometimes it’s a lot later.” Roman shrugged. “It depends.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, but Virgil’s eyes held the same unsettling look of understanding they’d always had.

Remy was in the kitchen.

“You should have seen how jealous he was when he saw my fingernails,” Virgil half-whispered to Roman with a grin.

“He asked me to do his too,” Roman told him, also grinning.

“Ah, so that explains why I’m getting free pizza tonight. I owe you.”

“Virgil, please tell me you’re not only going to eat pizza.” The group started after Remy, Logan lecturing Virgil on his eating habits while the darker-eyed father half-listened to him with a tired but adoring grin. Roman carefully set his backpack down by the wall, grabbed his nail kit, and ran over to the table. Remy and Virgil were already helping little Patton get strapped into his high chair, and Logan had set out finding something "healthier” for his husband to eat. Remy grinned at Roman as he came in.

“Ah, it’s our guest of honor!” he called. Virgil chuckled, then went to get something for Patton while Remy sat and Roman started pulling out colors and supplies.

Lets see, Remy’s classy and fancy… Roman looked over Remy’s outfit, which was fashionable as always: a black trilby hat, sparkly earrings, shades, a gray scarf, and a fancy gray sweater to match with it.

I have the perfect idea.

Remy, for once, was quiet as Roman got to work, watching the boy with a look of curiosity and intrigue as he pulled out colors and brushes. He started with Remy’s index finger, painting it black before adding pale pink stripes to it. The next one was pink, with thin black stripes. Then Roman did another black one, this time with pink dots, followed by a pink one with black dots.

When he got to Remy’s thumbs Roman grinned really big, then pulled out the green nail polish. He carefully applied a layer of darker green paint; then, when it had dried, he pulled out the white, painting a tiny logo on top that could only resemble one thing:

“Oh my god it’s Starbucks!” Remy squealed, holding up his hands and gazing at Roman’s work with the biggest smile he’d ever seen. Remy gave Roman an excited thumbs-up, then ran into the living room to show Virgil.

“Well, you’ve certainly made his day,” Logan mused from over by the counter with a small smile.

“If you’d like, I can do yours too,” Roman offered automatically, then froze.

Oh shit--

Logan raised an eyebrow, though instead of declining like he had expected, the teacher nodded after a short hesitation.

“I suppose I can’t be the only one in this family without nail polish on me, can I?” he asked. To anyone else, his expression was quite unreadable--was that a smile or a frown? But Roman knew it, and he was shocked by it--the blue-tied father’s tone was amused, even happy.

It made Roman feel warm inside. He smiled back at the teacher, then motioned for Logan to sit. He quickly pulled out several shades of blue, his cheeks burning as he listened to Virgil and Remy arguing in the living room over whose nailpolish was the best. Both were very adamant that is was theirs. Meanwhile, Patton contented himself with several toys that Logan had left with him in his high chair, and as they waited for the pizza Roman started to paint.

Logan...the picture in his mind, unlike Virgil’s aura of stormclouds and rain, was almost calming in its own way. Logan was smart, but also kind, and when that combined with Patton’s aura of sunbeams and Virgil’s dark skies it painted a unique and beautiful picture that could be found nowhere else.

Roman realized, suddenly...he almost saw these people as family.

Two fathers, a crazy aunt, and one sunray of a boy were more of a home to him than Roman had ever known before. Of course, he wasn’t homeless, and Roman knew that he was lucky he wasn’t, but his tired house that smelt of booze and hopelessness just wasn’t home in the way Virgil and Logan’s house was...

Roman didn’t know what he thought of that. He put his head down and went back to painting.

“There,” he said after a while, flashing Logan a big smile. “You like it?”

Logan didn’t answer him; he just stared. He held his hand up, then slowly rotated it, looking over the details on every finger with...that couldn’t be...admiration?

“Roman I…” Logan shook his head after a moment. “This is the most aesthetically pleasing thing I’ve ever seen before…”

Roman beamed.

“You two are being awfully quiet in there,” came Virgil’s voice from the living room, followed by two sets of footsteps as the bickering pair made their way back to the kitchen.

“oh damn gurl!” Remy shouted when he saw Logan holding up his hands, at the same time Virgil’s eyes widened considerably above the dark eyeshadow.

“Language,” Logan said automatically, but he still had that quiet, soft smile on his face as Remy grabbed his hand to examine Roman’s work there.

The index fingers of his hand were blue with stripes, just like Logan’s tie. Next was a tiny white brain icon on a dark blue background, followed by a delicately-done artwork of circuitry on his ring finger. The pinkies were both indigo-colored with white dots, and on his thumbs Roman had painted a tiny sun on one, and a little stormcloud on the other with backgrounds to match--Virgil and Patton. The sunshine and storm clouds.

“My students will be so jealous,” Logan remarked, and Virgil laughed.

“Hell yeah they will!”

Roman’s eyes widened when a $20 bill was slapped into his palms, looking up at Remy in shock.

“Wh…”

Remy chuckled at his expression. “I promised to pay you, remember? You did a stunning job, my boy.”

“I am...also impressed,” Logan said. Virgil chuckled, nudging his shoulder as the doorbell rang.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor and go get the pizza,” he laughed.

“Virgil, a human jaw can’t even...oh.’ Logan paused. “A joke. I get it.” He shook his head and started for the door, while the other two adults exchanged looks.

“He ain’t been that blown over since he first saw your face,” Remy remarked, and Virgil smacked him.

Logan came back a few minutes later with the pizza, and the four laughed and joked over dinner while Patton got to try his first (and last, Logan swore) piece of pizza. Roman was happy to note that he enjoyed it quite a bit.

“He’s taking after you, kid,” Virgil said with a chuckle as Roman reached for his third slice. Roman froze, and the older man laughed.

“Don’t worry, it’s a compliment,” Remy butted in, throwing a carrot at Virgil.

“I, for one, would love to see Patton grow to be as kind and hardworking as you are,” Logan stated, throwing a glare at Remy.

Don’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry…

Roman got up and ran into the bathroom.

Dammit.

He cried.

And it was the happiest cry he’d ever had.

#sunshine and storm clouds #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remy sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #analogical

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adverb-slut · 5 years ago

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What about a story of Lucifer suddenly being turned into a baby and the brothers had to take over his duties but everything turns into chaos? :3

This took forever, anon, and I apologize greatly! However, this ended up being a multi-part fic, so I hope that makes up for it! (The other parts shall be posted as I write them, heh.) As per the usual, you can read the first chapter of the story here on AO3.

Title:

The Trials of Taking Care of Baby Lucifer (Part 1/3)

Summary:

When Mammon accidentally casts a spell from one of Satan's most arcane books, Lucifer is turned into a baby. The remaining six brothers must take care of this precocious yet absolutely adorable infant and take over the duties of being the firstborn demon until they can reverse the curse or until it wears off ... whichever comes first.

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Fluff/Humor

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Word Count:

1073

“Heyo, there's my fave lil’ bro,” Mammon chimed as he slouched over Satan, who was reading a book in his bedroom. Ignoring the Avatar of Wrath’s irritated flinch, he wheedled on, “Whatcha readin’?” He tapped on the cover. “Looks interestin’.”

Not looking up from his book, Satan rolled his eyes and asserted, “I’m not giving you any more money. Settle your own debts.”

Knowing that Satan wouldn’t fall for his honeyed words, Mammon had come prepared to beg. “Please?” he whined, dragging out the word so long that Satan was forced to swat him away as if he were a mosquito.

“You already owe me ninety-four thousand Grimm, so until you pay me back, you’re not getting any more,” Satan monotoned.

Mammon shook his head and began to wander around his brother’s library of a bedroom. There were thousands of books stacked haphazardly in towers when the miles of shelf space that adorned the walls were taken up, and even then, more tomes adorned the surfaces of the preppy furniture. The air was thick with the scent of paper reams and ink, and Mammon’s mouth watered at the slight aroma of the half-eaten apple pie that rested on Satan’s bedside table.

He wandered toward the darkest corner in Satan’s room, knowing it was where his brother kept his rarest and most costly books. “Well,” he muttered under his breath, “if ya won’t give me any money, I guess I’m gonna have to employ the good-ol’ five-finger-discount.” Mammon turned around to ensure that Satan was still engrossed in his book, before running his fingers down the shelf.

Each book was easily worth at least four hundred thousand Grimm, and his eyes widened at some of the prized titles; How to Call Up From the Depths of Hell A Lovecraftian Horror So Frightening It Will Eviscerate Any Firstborn Demon Out of Sheer Terror and The Cutest Kitties of Devilgram were two that seemed promising. But, before he could reach out and grab one of the two, something sparkly at the end of the shelf caught his gaze.

After checking that Satan’s attention was diverted once more, Mammon tiptoed toward the sparkle. He saw that it came from the gilded spine of a certain book. He raised an eyebrow when he realized that he was unable to read the title, as the book was covered in dust. Blowing it off, he sighed when he read the title— The Tome of Arcane Curses and Hexes From When Evil Was Still New —and rolled his eyes. Satan owned tons of books like this—why the heck was this in his rare collection?

Nevertheless, he was drawn to its shiny spine and pulled it out of its spot on the shelf. A plume of dust went up as he did so, and he quietly nearly hacked himself to death.

The book’s cover was golden as well, and from the grime that had built up on the edges of the pages, it was easy to see that the tome was ancient. Mammon flipped through it, impressed to see that upon the thick, creamy paper was written thousands of incantations, each illustrated with a richly-colored, smeary, oil pastel drawing to accompany it. He nodded appreciatively; his expert appraisal skills deemed that indeed, this book would sell for a fortune.

He flipped to another page. On the right side was a hex entitled The Return of Young Blood; on the left was the image of an old man.

Mammon laughed at the spell—it hardly was the “ancient evil” that the tome had promised. He began to mutter the incantation aloud out of curiosity: “O antiquis est magnus es tu quoque annos numerare / Ad ab adolescentia tua bibebant autem de fonte leporum—”

“I’d put that down if I were you.” Satan’s command nearly caused Mammon to jump out of his skin.

He turned around to see the Avatar of Wrath in his full demon form, with a pretentious smile on his face.

Mammon rolled his eyes and tightened his hold on the book. “Yo, what’s the big deal? It’s not like I actually stole it or anythin.’”

“Oh, you’re going to have much bigger problems on your hand than stealing my book if you finish reciting that incantation,” Satan soothed. He walked toward Mammon and placed a finger on the page. “This spell causes the oldest demon in a room to revert to when they were an infant, and considering that you’re the eldest here, that would mean you would be …”

Mammon gulped when he saw the malicious gleam in Satan’s eyes and took a step back.

Satan continued, “On second thought, Mammon, since you want to act like such a child all the time, perhaps you should finish the incantation. Then, perhaps, you’d actually be acting your age.” He took a menacing step forward; Mammon matched him by taking one back. “Come on, Mammon, finish the spell.”

“F—fuck off, Satan,” Mammon replied. He cursed himself for stuttering. “I ain’t gonna say shit if the spell’s gonna do that.”

Another step. “Finish it. If you wanted so badly to poke around my things, then you should have been prepared to deal with the consequences.” One more step and Satan’s feathery boa tickled Mammon’s shoulder, and he could feel his younger brother’s wrathful breaths on his face. “ Finish the spell, Mammon. Or I’ll do it for you.”

Mammon gulped and returned his eyes back to the tome. “Et confitetur Ecclesia caelestis Occidentem ad infernum demergeris—”

As Mammon was about to finish the last syllables of the incantation, Lucifer walked in, saying, “Ah, Mammon. Levi said you’d be in here. I’ve got the check you asked for—”

However, Mammon didn’t notice his brother walk in and finished the spell, “—magam in monte.”

Suddenly, a bright blue plumule of smoke appeared over Lucifer in the doorway. Before Mammon or Satan could react, their brother disappeared, and the pair rushed toward where he had been standing.

“Oh, crap,” Mammon whispered nervously.

Where Lucifer had just stood lay a tiny baby with a mop of black hair and piercing dark eyes. He wore a smart navy onesie and his fist was wedged entirely in his mouth. Strangely enough, he stared up at the two brothers with accusing eyes, as if even as a baby he knew who had put him in such a situation.

Satan grinned. “Well, this went better than I ever could have hoped."

#obey me #obey me swd #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #adverbslut_writes

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thetravelerwrites · 5 years ago

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Fuzz (MLM Mothman) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Male Human/Male Mothman Additional Tags: Exophilia, Mothman, Male Reader, Male Monster, D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, Tabletop Gaming, Interspecies Romance, Social Anxiety, Gay Monster, Gay Male Character, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Safe Sex, Condoms Words: 7185

A fun commission for @severedreamerbeard. A man meets a shy silkmoth mothman in a hobby store during a free comic day, and invites him to play D&D with his friends. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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Free Comic Friday always drew a huge crowd in your favorite local comic shop, but it was packed to the rafters today. The first issue of a graphic novel reboot had dropped and they were offering five hundred free copies, first come first served. You’d been dying to get your hands on it since the reboot had been announced, and you couldn’t believe it was finally out.

Happily swinging the bag around, you didn’t leave immediately once you got your copy like most of the crowd had done. This was one of your favorite places to hang out. It wasn’t like a lot of comic shops that seemed to only attract one demographic; there was always a nice mix of different people. Tabletop gamers, comic enthusiasts, collectors of various nerdy things, cosplayers who needed supplies to make their costumes: all sorts came through here and you loved it.

You got a text from your friend, Shannon, who knew you’d be there and snickered. She’d lost her D20, again, and wanted you to pick up another one in blue, preferably with sparklies so that it matched her current favorite set. Rolling your eyes and smirking, you headed for the dice aisle.

To your surprise, there was a very large, tall mothman standing there, though he was hunched over a little, rolling a die over and over. It was a new type of die that lit up when you rolled it, and the moth’s eyes brightened every time he saw the lights inside activate.

He was almost all white and extremely fluffy; the fluffiest part of him was the ruff around his neck. His large wings were folded against his back, complete with long tails on each like a lunar moth. He had four arms, the top pair larger than the lower pair, which were sort of wrapped around himself, and his hands had two long, large fingers and a thumb each, all a velvety brown in color. He wore no clothing, only a baseball cap with his brown, feather-like antennae sticking out of the holes at the top. The cap said “Will Work for Cuddles” on it.

Mothmen were rare, and you’d seen one or two before, but you’d never been close enough to one to actually talk to them.

“That’s a great set,” You said. “They just got them in last week.”

The mothman jumped, startled, but he grinned a little. “Heh…” He stammered nervously. “Yeah. I… I hate to perpetuate a stereotype, but I am attracted to things that light up.”

He spoke softly, like he was nervous people would hear him. It was cute, but you almost worried about him. The poor thing must have been terrified to come in here with so many people, but the pull of nerd junk can be strong sometimes.

“Do you play?” You asked him, gesturing at the die.

“Play?” The replied, confused.

“Yeah, D&D,” You said, and after a moment of him continuing to look confused, you elaborated. “Dungeons and Dragons. The tabletop game. What you use these dice for.”

“Oh!” He exclaimed, fidgeting. “No, I… I’ve never played. I’ve always wanted to, but… none of my friends are into nerdy stuff like I am. That and I’m kind of new in town, so I haven’t met many people yet. I was lucky to find this hobby shop. I was just walking past and saw it and figured I’d stop in. Is it always this busy?”

“On free comic day, absolutely,” I said with a smile. “So... not to be creepy since it’s literally the first time we’ve met, but my friends and I play every Sunday evening. We’re actually about to start a brand new campaign. You’re more than welcome to join. If you like, you can come ‘round Saturday at lunch and we can build you a character sheet, so that your prepared for the campaign.”

“Really?” He said, his voice timid but excited. “I’d love that! Thanks so much!”

“It’s no trouble,” You said, pulling out your phone. “Here, put your info in my phone and I’ll text you my address.”

He took your phone with a big grin on his face and put in his number. You took your phone back and looked.

“Fuzz?” You asked. “That’s a little on the nose, ain’t it?”

He laughed, a really pleasant sound. “It’s a nickname. Uh…listen… I… I’m actually on my lunch break, so I need to get back to work, but… I’m really looking forward to playing with you and your friends. I’ve always wanted to try.”

“We’d love to have you,” You told him, smiling. He bade you farewell and left, looking back before he headed out of the door and smiling widely at you one last time.

You looked down at the light-up dice, pursed your lips, and snatched up a whole set of them plus a carry bag. You were halfway to the check out when you realized you forgot Shannon’s D20 and doubled back for it.

The next day at lunchtime, Fuzz arrived at your home with pizza in his hand. You were going to throw together some grilled cheeses, but this was way better.

“Thanks, man,” You said, taking it and setting it on the counter in your apartment.

“No prob,” Fuzz replied. His neck ruff seemed to have been brushed shiny and the hat he wore today said “Nap Champion.” “I didn’t know what kind of toppings you’d like, so I just went for a good ol’ cheese.”

“I love cheese,” You told him. “I’ve got you a fresh character sheet printed out and the manual ready. You can look through it while I’m plating this up. What would you like to drink? I’ve got soda, beer, water, and apple juice.”

“Is it… weird if I ask for juice?” He said shyly, hunching his shoulders. “It’s better for my stomach than the other things.”

“Apple juice it is,” You said, pouring a glass. You took the plates and cups to the table, watching Fuzz go over the character sheet with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“I am very confused,” He murmured, almost to himself.

You laughed. “Well, that’s why you’re here. I’ll teach you.” I sat next to him and took a big bite of pizza. “Okay, so, first, you’re going to choose your race. It makes everything after that a little bit easier. I know this sheet tells you to choose a name first, but choosing a name is easier if you know what race you are, because certain races have naming conventions. Like, Tabaxis have tribal naming conventions, so you can’t choose a name like… Frank, for example.”

“Got it,” Fuzz said.

“Take a look at mine,” You said, pulling out your own character sheet full of annotations and stats. “My character is a calashite human cleric, which is like a priest, devoted to the god of knowledge, and my alignment is Lawful-Good. Now, most races will have default alignments, but you can decide what you want yours to be.”

“Okay,” Fuzz replied, trying to keep it all straight. “Hmm… are there any insect races I can play as?”

“Unfortunately, no,” You told him. “But, the cool thing about fantasy is that you can be whatever you want.”

“But I want to be a bug,” He said dryly.

You snorted. “Just look through and see if there’s something you like.”

“Oh!” He exclaimed, pointing at a drider. “That’s a bug!”

“That’s an arachnid,” I pointed out.

“Same difference,” He said.

“Don’t spiders eat moths?” You joked.

“I will take my pizza and go home, mister,” Fuzz said, poking fun right back. You were glad he was getting comfortable enough with you to joke around.

“Driders aren’t playable either,” You replied, laughing. “What about a shifter? That way you can take on aesthetic characteristics an insect, if you like. And the single-skins have white hair, like your fur.”

“Okay, okay,” Fuzz said. “What about a name?”

“Shifters usually have monosyllabic names, so anything you can think of with a single syllable.”

“Like Fuzz, you mean?”

“Are you really going to call your character by your real name?” You asked, smiling.

He smiled back, his lips the same velvety brown as his antennae and hands. “I told you, it’s a nickname. Trust me, it’s better than my real one. Only my parents and siblings know that.”

“Not even your girlfriend?” You asked him.

“Ah… no girlfriend,” He said, shrugging shyly and ducking his head, his antennae waving a little erratically. “I.. uh… don’t lean that way, if you know what I mean.”

You waved your hand. “I’m bi, so no judgment,” You told him, and he relaxed.

You both settled on alignment, level, and class, and then it was time to roll for his stats.

“Oh,” He said with a frown. “I… shit, I don’t have dice.”

“No worries,” You told him, taking out the bag you bought and rolling out the light-up set he’d been admiring.

“You bought those for me?” He asked, his shyness returning, reaching for the bag with a cautious grin.

“Yep,” You told him. “It’s no big deal. I knew you’d need a set and you seemed to like these, so I just--”

You were cut off when he grabbed you with his large upper arms and hugged you. God, his fur was soft. You’d never actually touched it before now, but with your face pressed against it, it was softer than angora and smelled like fresh herbs.

He released you suddenly, as if catching himself doing something he hadn’t meant to do. “Sorry, sorry… that was just… really nice of you.”

“Hey, it’s totally cool. I’m a hugger, too,” You told him, patting his upper shoulder. “Alright, let me show you how the dice work and then we’ll roll for your stats.”

You’d had a great time with him fleshing out his character, and once he got over his initial shyness, he was one of the funniest people you’d ever met. He had you in stitches until dinnertime, when he told you he had to go home and unpack. Apparently, when he said he’d just moved there, he meant just. You got another hug as he left, and it was just as soft and warm as the first one.

You felt a little disappointed after he was gone and couldn’t wait to see him the next evening.

For the next twenty four hours, you felt fidgety and restless, excited to see Fuzz again and start the new campaign. Rick had been working for weeks on the plot and obstacles, and he was always the best DM.

Fuzz met you at your house wearing a ball cap that read “Don’t Mess with Me*” and in fine print under the asterisk, continued with, “I’ll Cry A Lot and It Will Be Uncomfortable for Both of Us.” He gave you one of his warm, cuddly hugs and rode with you to Rick’s place. Rick, Shannon, Dag, and Jenna were standing out on the porch with sodas and beer, talking and laughing, and they saluted you with their various beverages as you drove onto the driveway.

“Hey, buddy!” Rick said as you got out of the car. “This your new friend?”

“Fuzz,” The shy mothman said, tentatively reaching out a hand.

“Ha! That’ll be easy to remember,” Rick said, shaking his hand. “I’m Rick. This is Dag.” Rick pointed at a large orc with a sort of a gold tan over his light green skin who gave Fuzz a half-salute. “Jenna.” She was a human with dark skin and tight curls who waved at Fuzz with a bright smile. “And Shannon.” Shannon was part fae, you knew, but you were never sure what her exact nature was. But, then again, all fae were like that. She had pearlescent skin and rosy hair cut short and buzzed on one side. Her bright green pupils were slitted and just a bit too large for her face. Fuzz ducked his head and and gave a little nod each time someone was introduced, trying to make eye contact.

“We’re just waiting for Russel. Can I get you something to drink?” Rick asked Fuzz.

“Do you, um… do you have water? Fizzy stuff makes me a bit sick,” Fuzz said.

“You got it, bud,” Rick said, reaching for a bottle out of the cooler.

Russel was Rick’s twin and lived next door, but he was always late. You didn’t understand why, but Rick shrugged and said he’d always been like that. It’s why Russel wasn’t allowed to DM.

Russel wandered over about five minutes later, and an a minute or two after that, the sushi that Rick ordered showed up. After paying, the seven of you went into the house to get started.

“Okay, so, everyone has their completed character sheets ready to go?” Rick asked, and you all held up your papers while stuffing your faces with california rolls. “Good. Dice? Minis?”

“We didn’t have time to make Fuzz’s mini,” You said.

“No big deal, I’ve got a ton of spares. I always keep a few blanks on hand because of this dingus over here.” He gestured at his brother. “He always forgets to make a miniature.” Rick handed Fuzz a box with blank miniatures in it, carefully separated by foam. Fuzz picked a slender humanoid and set it in front of him.

“Now,” Rick said. “If we are all ready to proceed?” He looked around the table and everyone nodded. Fuzz was shifting in his chair with both nervousness and excitement. “Very well. Our adventure starts in the midst of chaos! Inside a small inn of the road inside the land of Turmish, on the edge of the Sword Coast, a bar fight is raging. The bar is affectionately known by travelers as The Drunken Worm, and for good reason. Currently, though, windows are being smashed up, tables are being thrown, people are flying through the air, there is an absolute roar of voices drowning out any other sound. And in the midst is someone trying to calm the turmoil, only to have a chair smashed over her head. Shannon, that would be you, please describe your character.”

“Okay,” Shannon said, bouncing a little in her seat. “I am a very large, dark blue dragonborn named Anshez. I have a shortish snout with sharp teeth jutting out of my lips. I have two sets of horns on my head, which now have bits of wood dangling from them, and three lines of ridges down my back to the tip of my tail. My eyes are blue as well, and I’m wearing contrasting light blue robes with slits up to my knees for easier movement, and I have a large bastard sword strapped to my back.”

“Excellent,” Rick said, writing that down. “Now, for the unfortunate person who was wielding that chair.” Rick pointed at you. “What is your character?”

“I’m calashite human cleric,” You said. “My name is Khemed Pashar. I’m quite up there in age, as far as humans go; before I decided to travel, I spent forty years in a monastery in study and prayer. I have greying hair and a pale complexion, and I’m wearing white robes with a green panel down the front lined with silver embroidery. The panel has the insignia of the god of the pursuit of knowledge, Oghma, my patron. My only companion is a guide I hired a few days ago.”

“Why is a cleric hurling chairs?” Dag asked.

“I’m just going with the story, man,” You said.

“Anyway,” Rick said. “Anshez, who was once trying to calm the situation, is now slowly drawing her blade from the sheath on her back. Suddenly, someone appears and grabs her arm.”

“That would be me,” Jenna said. “I am a mustard yellow tiefling ranger named Varan, with horns and hooves that are shiny black. My eyes are also black and reflective. I’m wearing a knee-length dress of tightly woven chainmail and a leather vest over it. I have bracers on both my lower and upper arms. I grab my friend’s arm to stop her from hurting the frail looking human and try to calm her.”

“Roll a persuasion check,” Rick said.

“16, and I have a +2 advantage,” Jenna said.

“You are successful in talking down your partner, though she is still angry.”

“If I apologized, would she forgive me?” You asked.

“Roll for it,” Rick said. You rolled. Nat 1. The table burst into uproarious laughter.

“She would not,” Rick said with a chuckle. “In fact, she can barely hear your apology over the din, so she thinks you’re mocking her and she’s now holding a grudge against you.”

“Shit,” You said, grinning.

“Can I jump in?” Fuzz ventured cautiously.

“Definitely,” Rick said. “Your character?”

“I’m a wildhunt shifter druid,” Fuzz said. “I’m just under seven feet tall, and my current mask takes on the characteristics of a brown bear. I’m wearing a hat with a veil that covers most of my face and a pair of loose pants that doesn’t obstruct my movement. I’m in the employ of the cleric; he hired me to be his guide.”

“Good, good.” Rick makes notes. “Your name?”

“Fuzz,” He said.

“Your character name,” Rick said.

“That’s is my character name,” Fuzz said with a shy grin.

Rick snorted. “Okie-dokie. What are the two of you doing in all this?” He asks Dag and Russel.

“We’re bards,” Dag said. “I’m a halfling playing a fiddle.”

“A halfling? Really?” Tiny Shannon said, snickering.

“You’re a dragonborn, shut up,” Dag said, and Shannon giggled, playfully slapping his arm. “My name is Taurin Goodwort. My companion and I are on the small, dingy stage in the corner, trying to play over the noise. We’ve been paid, so by gods, we’re going to do our jobs. I’m wearing a coat that’s slightly too big but my clothes underneath are finely tailored and well fitted. I’m a dapper dude.”

“I’m also playing, but I’m a lute player,” Russel said. “I’m a grey tabby tabaxi not much taller than my halfling friend. My name is Game of Chance, but I go by Chance. My clothes are flashy and covered in shiny trinkets and bells that jingle to the beat when I stomp my paws.”

“Aww,” Jenna said, scratching behind Russel’s ear. He whacked her hand away, and she grinned.

Once the introductions were finished, the campaign was underway. Despite the chaos of the bar fight, the six of you hear the woeful tale of a patron of the bar, a missing son, an actual dragon, an actual dungeon, and all the traps that is implied. Fuzz opened up slowly as the campaign waged on, and his druid had the party in howling with laughter by the end of the night. When the seven of you wrapped up for the night, Fuzz had an open invitation to come back, with or without you.

Fuzz came to every Sunday session from then on, and though it took him some time to get over his anxiety around people, he swiftly became friends with everyone at the table. Despite how much he and the other were getting along, though, he always sat next to you. Perhaps even though he was getting over his shyness, he was still more comfortable next to you.

You weren’t complaining; you liked being close to him. In fact, the two of you had become really good friends, having lunch twice a week and texting constantly. You had your phone in your hand at all times, waiting for his response. You’d woken up with a dead phone on your chest on a number of occasions.

One weekday, after painting his miniature, he took you for dinner, although he didn’t know any good spots since he was still new in town and told you to pick. You decided on Japanese, though the restaurant was a bit full, and it made him nervous. You offered to go somewhere else, but he said it was fine and that he’d brave it, but only for you, making you blush a little. You grabbed his hand and led him through the throngs of people, and his grip tightened on yours.

It took a month for you to realize that… maybe you weren’t just feeling friendship for Fuzz. You liked him a lot. You thought about him all the time and looked forward to his hugs and touching his fur and listening to his laugh and the chittering noise he made when he was happy or excited.

Then, one late evening after the two of you had said goodnight, you had other thoughts. You wondered what his… intimate parts looked like. What they felt like. What they tasted like. And the idea excited you. Thinking about it, you felt yourself getting hard, and you stroked yourself to the thought of touching him, finding out where his private places were and playing with them, and teasing them. Kissing him and cuddling him and getting him to make those cute noises you loved to hear. You moaned at the thought, jerking faster as your imagination ran away with you. You came all over your hand and stomach, gasping and sweating, but it wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted him. Nothing else was good enough.

During the sixth session after Fuzz had joined the campaign, when he wore a cap that just said, “LAMPS!” in big, bold letters, your party had located the lost bar patron’s son, but he was a mind slave to an aboleth, one of many, enslaved to dig out an enclave for the creature to built it’s own small hold, so it could rule by itself. Aboleth’s are extraordinarily selfish creatures, and while they often group together, this one’s desires had driven him to make its own place to lord over. The trick was going to be defeating the aboleth without hurting any of the enslaved, as they were all sons and daughters of the local villages.

It was hard to concentrate on the game with Fuzz next to you. He always sat next to you during every game, but he seemed especially close this evening. You’d glance at him surreptitiously to find him looking at you. When you caught him, he’d smile and look away. He seemed to find reasons to touch you, whether it was to pass you something or to reach past you for something. His fur smelled as good as it always did.

You were filled with such doubts, though. Could you just be reading to much into it? You hadn’t really dated a lot, and you’d never dated a non-human. What if he was just overly friendly to compensate for his shyness? What if you told him how you felt and he didn’t feel the same? You enjoyed spending time with him, and he was so shy that you were scared of pushing him away with your feelings. You tried to push it out of your mind. You had an aboleth to defeat.

“For my turn, I’m going to make a mad dash an possibly take the hit so that I can cast Dispel Illusion to get rid of the aboleth’s secondary illusion,” Jenna said.

“Uh…” Rick checked his notes. “The aboleth is at level 13, and you are level 7, so you only have slightly more than half a chance of this working, so roll for it.”

“Um…” The clattering of Jenna’s die as it rolled across her board. “13, and I have +5 intelligence.”

“Okay, so your spell was successful, but it won’t stop him from creating another in a few minutes and that’s the end of your turn. You’re surrounded by enslaved and they are being driven to rip you apart.” He rolled his die. “They pretty much tear you to shreds. You take… 63 points of damage.”

“Gah!” Jenna said, flopping back into her chair and huffing. “Balls. I’m down.”

“I’m going to use the diversion to summon fiendish monstrous scorpions to draw the enslaved away,” Fuzz said.

“Nice,” You told him in an undertone. He grinned sideways at you.

“Chance and I take this opportunity to check the pond for other enslaved that we hadn’t seen.” Both Dag and Russel rolled. 18 and 12.

“You don’t see anything, only the aboleth growling menacingly at you, preparing to summon another illusion,” Rick said.

Shannon and Jenna then began pulling unconscious enslaved away from the pond.

“Alright, so my big finishing move,” You said, tugging at your sleeves confidently. “Now that I know the pond is free of collateral damage, I cast Lightning Bolt.”

“Roll for your attack.”

“Buh… Ooh! 27!”

“Lightning Bolt is affective!” Rick said. “But the aboleth is not completely destroyed.”

“So we all bum-rush him?” Fuzz asked.

“Hell yeah!” Shannon exclaimed. “Except for Jenna, cause she dead as fuck.”

Jenna stuck her tongue out. “Hey, I broke through enemy lines, gave you guys an advantage, and died like a goddamn hero, so you can suck on all my balls.”

“You ain’t got balls!” Shannon said.

“You don’t know my life!” Jenna shot back.

“I’m your wife, dumbass!” Shannon retorted.

“Would you guys shut your cakeholes and kill this thing, please? I would like to go to bed before 2 A.M. this time,” Rick said.

With the aboleth destroyed and the slaves freed, you collected a hefty bounty from the grateful townspeople and wrapped up the session with big hug all around.

As the night was winding down, with people finishing off snacks and getting their coats and belongings together, Shannon cornered you in the kitchen.

“So, what’s going on with you and Fuzz?” She asked in an almost-whisper.

You looked back over your shoulder anxiously, worried that Fuzz overheard, but he was talking to Dag and Rick.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“Oh, please, you are so obvious and oblivious at the same time. Everyone in the group know the two of you are practically in love with each other except for you and him.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” You told her dismissively. “Even if I did like him, I have no way of knowing if he feels the same way. And I’m not saying I do have feelings for him.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?” She said exasperatedly. “I’ve watched the two of you make goo-goo eyes and ‘accidentally’ on-purpose touch each other all night. He’s head over heels for you. And you are for him, I can tell. We can all tell. Hell, we have a pool going for when you guys are just going to give in and fuck.”

“Shannon!” You hissed. She had said that last sentence a little too loud for your liking.

“Look, you guys have lunch by yourselves all the time, so it’s clear you’re comfortable being alone. Just ask him to go out with you!”

You sighed, looking back over at Fuzz, wearing that sweet smile on his face and laughing at something Dag said.

“I’ll think about it,” You told her.

“I bet I win the pot,” She said, grinning cheekily, and you shooed her off with an impatient grimace.

On the way home, you scratched the back of your neck and asked, “So, I know you’re new to the area, so I’m sure you don’t know much about the local events, right?”

“Nothing at all,” He replied. “Why?”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You wondered if he could hear it. “Well, next week’s session is postponed because of our town’s fireworks festival. Do you like fireworks?”

He chirruped excitedly, which was probably the most adorable sound you’d ever heard in your life. “I love fireworks!”

“Awesome! That’s awesome…” You gulped a little. “That’s really good, because I was… wondering… if maybe… you’d like to go with me?”

“Yeah!” He said. “Is the group going?”

“Oh, yeah,” You said, clearing your throat. “They’ll be there, but I, uh… I was thinking maybe it could, you know, just… be the two of us?”

“Sure, that’ll be fun, but why aren’t we going with the group?”

“Because…” You said, struggling to get the words out. “This is special. I want to spend time with you. Just with you, you know what I mean?”

You pulled into your driveway and parked before turning to look at Fuzz. He was gaping at you.

“You mean, like a date?” He asked.

“Yeah,” You said. “If that’s okay?”

“That’s totally okay,” He said, a slow grin spreading across his face. “I’d love to go with you.”

You laughed in relief. “Awesome. I can’t wait.”

You both got out of the car and he gave you a hug before leaving, lingering a little longer this time. You ran your fingers through the fur of his back, up and down, and he sighed before pulling away.

“See you?” He asked.

“See you,” You replied.

The next weekend, you picked him up at his apartment. He had a basket in one hand and a quilt over his shoulder. His hat said “I Like Shiny Objects” on it. Apt for the situation, you thought.

He raised a free hand in greeting. “Hey!”

“Hey,” You said in return as he got in. “Ready?”

“Very much so,” He replied, and you smiled at him. “I’m glad you asked me out. I wanted to ask you, but I was too anxious.”

You felt a blush creep up your neck. You were glad it was already dark.

“When do the fireworks start?” He asked.

“Seven-thirty,” You replied. “I want to get there early to find a good spot.”

Fifteen minutes later, you arrived at the fairgrounds to realize that you weren’t the only person to have this idea. The place was already packed. You frowned.

“Well, so much for that idea,” You said.

“What’s behind that fence over there?” Fuzz asked, pointing past the field.

“Oh, nothing but forest,” You told him. “There’s supposed to be wildcats out there, so it’s to keep kids out.”

“We aren’t kids,” Fuzz said.

“Yeah, but I don’t know where the the gate is, and that’s too high for me to climb,” You told him.

“Oh, no,” Fuzz replied a little sarcastically, fluttering his wings a bit. “What a dilemma. Whatever shall we do?”

You smirked, feeling your heart flutter as well. “You want to fly over?”

“Got a better idea?”

You put your hands on your hips and ducked your head, unsure. You felt one of his hands on your cheek and you looked up at him.

“Trust me,” He said softly.

His large thumb was achingly close to your lips, but you resisted and urge to kiss it. “I do.”

He grabbed you around the middle with your arms around his neck and flew you up and over the fence from a secluded corner of the field. He managed to find a hill with a very small clearing, perfect for a quilt, sitting right next to a big oak tree.

“This is amazing,” You told him, looking down the hill with a clear view off the field and the sky. “You can see everything from this vantage.”

“You like this?” He asked, setting down everything he brought.

“Yeah,” You answered. “It’s incredible.”

“Good,” He said in a soft voice, coming up behind you and wrapping both arms around you. “We can be alone here for as long as we like.”

His voice was low, almost seductive, and you’d never heard him use it before. It sent tingles down your spine and in… other places.

The two of you lay out the quilt and the spread he’d prepared. It was the quintessential date picnic: fruit, cheese, wine, crackers, all kinds of fancy things that you’d never actually had before, like fig jam and stuff. It was all really cool, but it felt strangely “by the book.”

“Fuzz, can I ask you something?”

He looked at you with a surprised expression. “Sure, anything.”

“You’ve never been on a date before, have you?” You asked him.

His face fell a little. “That obvious, huh?”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that,” You assured him. “And this is amazing, and I’m having a great time. I just don’t want you to think that you have to do all of this,” You waved your hand at the picnic. “To win me over. You’ve already done that. I wouldn’t have asked you out if I didn’t like being with you.”

He smiled. “I do have a tendency to second-guess myself. It’s just… being gay is difficult for humans, but it can be more so for non-humans. I don’t know why, but there’s this expectation that if your not human and sentient, you have to like girls. Human beings would be shocked how many non-humans aren’t straight.”

“I wouldn’t,” You said. “Shannon’s a lesbian, and I’ve known her forever. I know full well that non-humans don’t live by the same standards that humans do, and humans can be blind to that, even among their own people. I guess that explains why you’re so shy.”

He laughed. “Nah, I’ve always been like that. I’ve never really--”

At that moment, the first shell when off, catching Fuzz’s attention. He got up from the quilt and walked to where the hill just began to slope downward and watched the fireworks with a look of pure joy. Wanting to be close to him, you stepped in front of him and pressed your back against his front. He circled his arms around you again. And for a moment, the two of you just watched the lights.

You turned your head and looked up at his face, seeing the bursts of colored embers reflected in his large, black eyes, and you were mesmerized. He noticed you watching him and looked down at you, smiling his soft, sweet smile.

And he kissed you.

His lips were as velvety as they looked, and you spun in his arms to reach yours around him, pressing your body as close as you could. The pop and crackle and flashes of light against your closed eyes made this seem like a dream, but you were bathing in the sensation of having his body wrapped around you. God, you had wanted this.

When you broke apart, you were both breathing heavily.

“So…” You began stroking the fur on the back of his neck. “I had a question…”

“About?” Fuzz asked.

“Well… you don’t wear clothes… but I’ve never seen your… well… your dick…”

Fuzz’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. He seemed momentarily at a lost for words.

“O--oh,” He breathed finally. “It’s… that’s because… it’s tucked away. Inside me. I comes out when I…”

“When you’re aroused?” You guessed. He nodded, not meeting your eye. “Is there some way I can… make that happen?”

He looked back up at you with wide, huge, terrified eyes, “Yes,” He whispered. He took your hand and led you back to the quilt. Cautiously, he reached out a hand and tugged at your shirt, but stopped short before actually removing it. You helped him get the shirt off you and he continued to undress you until you were naked in front of him. He ran the fingers of his upper right hand down your torso, starting at your collarbone and stopping at the tuft of hair that sat just about your ridged length.

“This is definitely helping,” He said breathlessly.

“What can I do?” You asked eagerly. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while now.”

“You have?” He asked hopefully. You nodded and he laughed in relief. “Me too.”

He sat back against the oak tree and opened his legs in front of you, reaching down with his lower pair of hands to part the fur at the apex of his legs. There, you saw a slit, mostly brown like his hands and lips, but fading to pink as it went inward.

“Just touch,” He said. “It’ll open.”

You knelt down in front of him and pressed a finger to the slit, slowly rubbing it up and down. A low trill issued from Fuzz as he let his head fall back against the tree and his breathing hitched. The hands of his upper arms took your face in his hands and pulled you forward for a deep kiss as you massaged the opening, feeling it begin to pucker and pulsate at your touch. It widened slowly, and you daringly inserted your pinky inside, feeling the tip of a slick organ begin to push itself out.

Fuzz gasped at this new sensation and moaned a little. Slowly, it came out and you were able to see it at last. It was pink like the inside of the opening and darkened to the familiar velvet brown at the tip. You put your hand around it and pumped it a few times before bending down and pulling the tip into your mouth. It was sweet, like honeysuckle. His hips convulsed and he started to whisper, “please, please.”

You felt around for your wallet and pulled out a condom and two single-use packets of lube. You tore open the condom with your teeth and started to work it down his shaft.

“I’ve never…” He said, gulping. “I’ve never done this…”

“Do you want to stop?” You asked him, your hand stilling on his hardened girth.

“No!” He said. “No, no, I want this. I just… I’m sure I won’t be any good at it.”

“That’s okay, Fuzz,” You said, kissing him as another shell popped in the distance, lighting up the sky and trees around you. “I’ll teach you. Trust me.”

“I do,” He whispered.

You took a packet of lube and tore it open, squeezing some of it onto his fingers.

“First is to open me up a bit, so to speak,” You told him, turning and kneeling over. “Massage it into the skin for a few minutes, and them push a finger in.”

You felt him follow your instructions and groan into the ground as he pressed and rolled and circled the sensitive skin, finally pushing one of his thick, long fingers inside you. You gasped at feeling and encouraged him to move it in and out, eventually adding the second finger.

Once you felt like you were ready, you told him to sit back against the tree, and he complied. You took the second packet of lube and squirted it into your hand, lubing him up before pulling yourself to face level and kissing him as you positioned yourself over him. Slowly, you slid down onto him, feeling him slide against the bundle of nerves deep inside you. Both of you gasped at the same time and clung to each other as the fireworks continued to light up your naked bodies in the darkness.

You started to ride him, listening to his trilling and chirping, and all four of his hands found interesting things to do. The pair on the bottom held your hips as you rocked back and forth, up and down, in his lap. His upper right hand caressed your face while the left reached between you and began to stroke you slowly, sweetly, in a way you had been dying to be touched.

You sped up, and his trilling got higher in pitch. You reached up and gently pulled his hat off, careful of his antennae.

“We should both be naked,” You gasped, laughing. He laughed too before moaning your name, kissing you and tightening his grip on your cock slightly. You held him close to you, whispering into his ear that you were going to cum. He said he was close, too.

You came before him, spraying yourself all over his stomach. He grasped your hips harder and thrust faster for a few moments, then he released a high pitched chirrup that repeated over and over, and you could feel him releasing into the condom inside you.

You could barely hear the sounds of the fireworks over the rushing in your ears. He held you tightly with both of his arms, gulping down air. Finally, you got up and pulled off the used condom. You had a small bag and a couple of single-use wipes in your wallet for such… situations. You cleaned him up and wiped yourself off, too. Then, the two of you lay there, nude, on the quilt and watched the grand finale.

Best first date ever.

The next day, you woke up in his apartment pressed into the fluff of his chest. You stretched and groaned sleepily, looking at the collection of ball caps displayed proudly on every inch of his bedroom walls. He roused himself as well.

“Good morning,” He said with a happy smile.

“Good morning yourself,” You replied, giving him a quick kiss.

“Do you work today?” You asked.

“No,” He said, stretching like a cat. “I took today off. I was hoping we’d end up like this, so I… planned for it.”

“Aww,” You said, scratching his unusually bare head. “Wanna spend the day together?”

“Sounds like a great idea,” He said, grinning. “Breakfast?”

“Breakfast sounds good,” You told him. “Is it alright if I run back to my place to grab some fresh clothes?”

Breakfast will be ready when you get back,” He said, bouncing out of bed.

You laughed at him, but really, you felt just as happy. You dressed quickly and headed out, popping up on tiptoe and kissing the back of his neck as you passed him in the kitchen.

Just as you got into your car, you got a text from Shannon: >Did you guys do it?

You rolled your eyes. >None of your business.

As you started your car, you got a reply. >Ha! I won the bet!

At your place, you grabbed a change of clothes and a couple more condoms and packets of lube, and started back for Fuzz’s apartment. While driving, something in the window of a store caught your eye and you decided to stop in. It was a little early for gifts, but… what the hell? This was the perfect thing and you knew he’d love it. How could you not buy it?

Back at his place, he was putting plates on the table.

“Hey, you okay? I was getting worried you weren’t coming back,” He said.

“Nothing of the sort,” You replied, handing him a bag. “I just saw this and thought of you.”

“You got me a present?” He said, both confused and delighted. “Why?”

“Cause I like you. I don’t need another reason,” You told him.

He laughed loudly and opened the bag. From inside, he pulled out a baseball cap that read, “My Boyfriend Thinks I’m Funny.” He smiled softly at it before putting it on his head.

“How does it look?” He asked.

You smiled widely. “It suits you.”

He grabbed your butt, pressed you to his side, and kissed you, wrapping you in his arms like the cuddlebug he was. Then fed you the best breakfast you’d had in a decade.

You guessed you owed Shannon a new set of dice. A nice set.

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*hands u a poptart* can we get floofy hc for ut/uf/sf/us sans

You... you want me to be a cannibal..? Anon, I am a poptart... Good thing we’re delicious and I don’t care *monch*

One set of floof coming right up! You weren’t super specific, so I’ll do this a little differently so that it makes a tad more sense.

UT Sans/Vanilla:

Really likes to play around with his brother, not just in the pranking sense, but little games that he makes up on the spot to lift both of their spirits.

Never misses a bedtime story, even if he’s dead tired or working on a thing. Has an alarm set specifically for it.

THIS

Bakes a little, and typically will make cookies into cute little shapes

Very ticklish, but good at dodging any tickles, unless they’re from his bro. His bro can get him really easily.

Kitten sneezes, all day.

Literally the cutest baby pics ever because he had this big ol’ tooth gap in the front of his teeth.

Easily flustered by sweet gestures and goes into a shutdown mode because he literally can’t process them

UF Sans/Red:

Can actually do a lot of really good character voices/imitations and will do them in private upon request. Please don’t mention it though he gets embarrassed.

Loves to play Mario Kart, but will only choose characters that look cute.

Actually handmade his brother’s first Royal Guard uniform by hand, but never told him.

Able to recreate any outfit from scratch after looking at it for long enough, and will do so for people he really cares about.

Sneezes loudly, and has scared himself on several occasions because it was louder than he anticipated.

Needs reading glasses (based off of @llamagoddessofficial‘s headcanon in Aggre(g/v)ation!!) to get through books and such.

Secretly a huge nerd and loves to play tabletop roleplay games with full character acting.

Will cry if you get him to laugh hard enough, and if you’re lucky, he’ll snort too.

US Sans/Blue:

Major goofball and absolutely will make a fool of himself for the happiness of someone else without a care in the world.

Doesn’t mind getting messy while cooking and often ends up with streaks of something across his face without knowing it.

Adores it when babies are chatty around him and will carry out full conversations with them.

Sleeps in a pile of blankets like a nest.

Sneezes near silently, but has the most hilarious pre-sneeze face that you can ever imagine.

Doodles absently when he isn’t focusing and has a pen in his hand. Has accidentally colored his bones before by doing this.

Puppy. Dog. Eyes. Need I say more?

Cannot handle even the tiniest bit of sour and his face will scrunch up a lot at the taste of any sort of sourness.

SF Sans/Black:

Tries really hard to be menacing and stuff, but he practices making faces in the mirror all the time. It’s oddly adorable???

Overdramatic in the funniest way possible. Has screamed before just because he dropped a plate that didn’t even break.

Fidgets with his gloves a lot, and will subconsciously destroy them without even noticing. He’s gone through ten pairs in a week before.

Pokes his tongue out of his mouth if he’s really focusing hard on something.

Will do the sparkly eye socket thing for ice cream if he’s tired enough.

Has a weakness for cute animals and adopted four stray cats one time in the Underground.

Sneezes with enough force to send him sprawling, because they also come up really suddenly on him.

Stretches like a cat when he wakes up, stretching all his limbs in a linear fashion and yawning.

Thanks for the ask anon! I hope this is okay for the answer!

#undertale #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale sans #underfell #underfell sans #underswap #underswap sans #swapfell #swapfell sans #anon ask #poptartasks #tarts answers

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PHCK ME - Reed900 Fic Rec List

Hello!!! You might not remember, but awhile back I mentioned I had the start of a fic rec list that I planned to post (which I never did). To celebrate all 1K+ of you, I thought I would finish the list for you! It is my duty as a loyal reed900 servant.

DISCLAIMER: This list of reccomendations was made purely out of personal opinion. I by no means want to discredit any other fics/authors. Some may not agree with my choices, and that’s totally understandable. I just wanted to share these fics because I personally enjoyed them <3

I didn’t include some fics because they haven’t been updated in a long time, or I didn’t remember them enough to give them accurate reviews. Also, I’m sure there are many more fics that I forgot to put on here (these are from my ao3 bookmarks). I might include them in a future update.

Anyways, all of my recs are under the cut! There are a lot!! I had eight pages worth of them in my documents haha

Mint Condition - by itsdefinitive - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 18/? - Reed could see what they were going for there -- the whole infallible super-soldier thing. A monument to testosterone made perfect, cast in steel within plastic. It was actually really creepy. Maybe that was on purpose.

The first reed900 fic I read, and it’s honestly what got me into the pairing itself.

Charon - by Vapewraith - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 20/20 - Gavin Reed, a mess of a human being, just wants to be left to his self destructive tendencies. RK900, an android designed by the most brilliant minds in the world to be the perfect machine, is desperate to grasp the full range of emotional freedom now afforded to him. The two will need to find an equilibrium before their incompatible personalities—and an eccentric serial killer with a dangerous piece of tech—swallow them whole.

I can’t even describe how much I love this fic. I’m a slut for horror, and there’s plenty of that in here. It might just be my favorite. Definitely recommend.

Two Sides of a Vaguely Similar Coin - by ZombiBird - Mature - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 13/? - RK900 is lost.

It’s been months since the Revolution and he’s still no closer to figuring out what the hell he’s supposed to be doing with himself. He feels like an outsider in his own body. Completely detached, nothing more than a quiet observer; like he’s looking down at the world through a layer of glass instead of fully living in it.

Gavin Reed is a temperamental asshole.

This isn’t news, okay? Gavin’s fully aware of what he is. He burns bridges instead of building them. Bites hands instead of shaking them. Would rather drown in a sea comprised of the consequences of his faults and misdeeds than try to change the way he is. Because people like him? Maybe they deserve to drown.

[Alternatively: Both lost in different ways, Gavin and RK900 try to figure their shit out and end up learning that, sometimes, it takes two people who have absolutely no idea what the hell they’re doing to get a goddamn clue.]

I don’t remember much about this fic, if I’m honest. Not that the story is forgettable, it’s just been awhile since I read it. However, the title definitely stood out to me so I know it was very good :P

Captcha Encryption - by Cerulaine - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Content warnings - Chapters 18/? - It's a little over a year after the android uprising and it's still the end of the fucking world.

Back in the day when things became shit he used to enjoy a drink or two. Or Five. It all depended on how long the shift ran. After 'The Accident' he can't even cough without Nines breathing down his neck anymore.

He just wishes everything would go back to normal, but if there's anything Gavin has learned it's that you can't unring a bell once it's been rung.

Or whatever. Fuck if he knows.

Similar situation to the last fic: I don’t remember much about it (my memory SUCKS), but I do remember thoroughly enjoying this one.

Daydreamer - by Pence - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 21/24 - Large purple bruises twined prettily around the corpse’s throat, every finger defined in perfect cruelty. His eyes tore away from the handprints as a cold finger traced the lightning strike scar across the center of his face—drawing his attention to a small, blue lipped smile.

“Do you think you’ll ever leave this town, Gavin?”

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When a series of Detroit murders are linked as originating in his hometown, Gavin Reed is unwillingly assigned the case. Fowler insists that his history with the place and people will hugely benefit such an investigation.

He was fucking wrong.

This fic is one big holy shit moment tbh. Really fantastic. Really makes you wonder why these authors aren’t paid to do this.

All Aboard the Underground Railroad - by Senjihae - No Rating - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 11/? - What starts as sticking it towards his half brother evolves into something with the potential to rewrite android history as he knows it. Gavin doesn't realize what he gets himself into until he is mistaken as the 'Android Messiah' of all things. It's not like he goes out of his way to help them, but his life gets a lot harder once Hank is assigned a shiny new boy toy ('sent by CyberLife').

Things only get worse when he's gifted a heap of metal of his own ('sent by Elijah Kamski').

(Yeah, fuck off Elijah)

Very interesting fic. Gavin is RA9 so that’s a thing. A nice slow burn!

Dragon Become Age - by errantwheat - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Content Warnings - Chapters 11/? - Y’all wanted me to write dragon age!au so I did :)

YES! YES! YES! DRAGON AGE AU! YES! YES! YES! (it’s really gud)

Warmth - by TheRedPaladin101 - Teen and Up Audiences - No Warnings - Chapters 1/1 - Gavin frowned, the aching in his shoulder fading from his mind for a moment. “Then give me my jacket.”

“Your jacket is in no condition to keep you warm,” he stated. “For now, use mine and stay warm while we wait to head back to the station.”

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Five times RK900 gave Gavin Reed his jacket, and one time Gavin gave his in return.

Very wholesome. Lives up to its title. Some good ole hurt/comfort!

Letifer - Terminallydepraved - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 19/19 - Gavin Reed is a DPD beat cop determined to make detective by any means possible, and putting an end to a string of murders looks like the quickest way to accomplishing that goal. Unfortunately for him, he fails to account for the real culprit— or the thought that perhaps he isn't the only one on the hunt for a killer.

(Now with cover art by Leetmorry!)

I love beat cop!gavin. It humbles him. And vampire!nines is scary and amazing. Love how the author wrote both of these characters (and the others too!). I definitely recommend this one!

A Strange and Beautiful Creature - by LittleLalaith - General audiences - No warnings - Chapters 7/7 - Scientist Nines is called in to Amanda's lab to assist with a new discovery - a genuine Mermaid.

While Amanda is indifferent to the creature's circumstances, Nines builds an unlikely connection to the specimen and they grow a little closer than either of them expected.

(AKA Gavin is a sassy sea slug and Nines thrills in breaking the safety protocols)

Mermaid au! Nines wants to save mermaid Gavin, and it’s all very wholesome.

I Think You Do - by spotlightonmringenue - Teen and Up Audiences - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 16/? - “Son of a bitch, there’s another one. What the fuck is it doing,” Gavin says, grip going white on the gun as the android continues to stare at him without acknowledging Connor.

“RK900, my name is Connor. I’m part of a group called Jericho that recovered you from Cyberlife’s Production Center late yesterday. We are currently in the Detroit Police Department Central Station. Are you feeling okay?”

“It doesn’t feel shit,” Gavin mumbles, resisting the urge to step back as the RK900 takes a step closer. It holds out the cup, and Gavin’s eyes dart to it for only a second before flipping between Connor and his doppelganger.

“You requested coffee,” it says, and Hank sighs, leaning back against his desk while rubbing a hand over his forehead.

Quality ‘enemies to friends’ content. Nines is intimidating. Gavin is confused. Good times.

Flying with Crooked Wings - by UnCon - Mature - No warnings - Chapters 20/? - “Listen, kid,” Gavin started, cutting off the desolate child. Sure it was sad his dog had died but it wasn’t Gavin’s fault no one taught the little twerp chocolate was a dog’s kryptonite, “he’s in a better place, alright, so if you’d just stop asking for him to come back—it’d be much appreciated.”

“You promise?” the eight-year-old asked, his big brown eyes looking like glass—fragile and sparkly.

“Yeah,” Gavin lied, looking away as he did it—his halo going a bit crooked. To be honest, he wasn’t sure where dogs went after they died, only that he was tasked with calming the little boys and girls who despaired after them—at least until his punishment was up. “So just, you know, go to sleep and all that.”

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In a world where angels and demons inhabit the same earth, both searching for a way to overthrow the other, both failing--Gavin sits right in the middle, with a crooked halo and a pair of wings to match. It's not enough to be a bit mischievous, however, he also has to get caught up in the demon brothers' scheme to take over heaven. Perfect.

Really good! This fic has the interesting dynamic of Gavin as an angel and Nines as a demon. Check it out!

The Red String Will Still Connect Us Ten Thousand Miles Apart (and to the moon and back) - by Jillflur - Teen and Up - Content warnings - Chapters 5/5 - Gavin, an ‘unlovable’ man without a Soulmate. He was used to it, never had one since he could remember. However, that little fact changes when he wakes up one day and realizes that he suddenly has a Red String connected to his ring finger. It only gets worse when months later, an android walks into the precinct who apparently is his new Soulmate!

Can androids even have Soulmates?!

To make everything even more complicated, a sudden new killer is on the Streets, and he murders people by cutting their Red Strings!

A soulmate fic by our very own jillflur! So good. Amazin. I love the red string trope so much. Yall should big read.

the prince & the reed - by Pence - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 2/? - "I wanted to marry you," the prince murmured, polished armor gleaming as he stared down at the injured man--icy eyes tinged with sadness. Regret.

A guttural scream ripped from the soldier's throat as a heel dug into his wound, arm coated crimson from his weeping shoulder.

The soldier's teeth were stained pink as he jerked his chin up to grin toothily at the other man, bloody fingers scrambling down his thigh in search of the dagger tucked into his boot.

"Then drop to your knees and ask me properly, Nines."

Okay this fic is only two chapters and hasn’t been updated in awhile but GOT DAMN do I love how the author set this medieval fic up. I’m a slut for the medieval au’s, so that’s just extra points.

Not a teacher but I can teach you a thing or two - by Adishailan - Teens and Up - No warnings - Chapters 20/20 - Gavin owed the walking hunk of plastic. He owed him. Ugh, Gavin hated owing people stuff. It gave him a horrible feeling in his stomach, like indigestion, except worse because it involved emotionsTM. This, coupled with the fact he was pumped up with drugs and suffering a concussion, was why he was about to make a terrible, terrible mistake.

“‘Kay. Fine. Thanks or whatever. Lemme know if you ever need anythin' prick.”

RK900’s LED went yellow at this, and this time Gavin was pretty sure he was doing the processing thing. It was still yellow even when he nodded in a serious way and said:

“That would be useful.”

Oh man this one is BIG CUTE! It’s so soft, and is a fantastic slow burn. I totally recommend this fic.

O May I Join the Choir Invisible - by BanishedOne - Mature - No warnings - Chapters 13/? - Gavin Reed was a new inmate at a prison where the infamous killer, R. Nathan Kearney, was on death row. Circumstances led to an unfortunate encounter.

Okay don’t quote me on this but I think you can find the rest of this fic on Twitter. It was posted in a bunch of seperate posts and it was really confusing but there was definitely extra chapters. You can find the post here (or at BanishedOne on twitter). Other than that, this is a really good fic! The boys get into a lot of trouble!

Neon Maps - by caffienefueledfeels - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Content warnings - Chapters 11/11 - Everyone has their limits. Gavin is about to discover several of his own.

He's broke, barely scraping along, and struggling to keep an aggressive black-mailer off his back. On top of that, the grey-eyed distraction in his bed is about to test his heart in more ways than one.

Cyberpunk fic!! Super interesting! Go check it out!

Computers Are Elaborate Cat Beds, Actually - by errantwheat - No Rating - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 6/? - “Marvelous find, Gavin. They’ll promote you for this, surely.”

Gavin pulled an exaggerated frown. He was awfully animated for a robot. “Jesus, What kind of human are you? I’m waving a fucking kitten in your face and you’re still a bitch.”

Really cute. I’m pretty sure there’s some art to go with this fic. Super duper cute reverse au!

More Than a Woman, More Than a Bride - by AvixiLynn91 - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Content warnings - Chapters 38/? - When Gavin’s life is threatened for the last time by a violent gang expanding the production of a new drug in Detroit, Captain Fowler must come up with a plan for his safety. Perhaps forcing a marriage between Nines and Gavin wasn’t the best solution he could come up with...

Oh man. This fic. Let me tell you. I’ve been with this fic since the beginning and it is one hell of a roller coaster XD. The author updates constantly, it’s really impressive.

More Like You - by Mooneye - Teen and Up - No warnings - Chapters 1/1 - “This next bit’s going to get awkward. I’m going to interface with you.”

At that he could feel the collective confusion in the room. His eyes darted up to look at Hank and then Nines. They both seemed eerily still and were possibly thinking that Gavin had surely lost his mind.

Gavin has kept his prosthetic arm, with good reason, a secret from humans and androids alike for as long as he’s had it. The prospect of losing Nines threatens to unravel everything, but perhaps it’s worth the cost.

The idea of Gavin (an android hater in-game) having a prosthetic-android arm is definitely interesting!

An Unforeseen Union - by AvixiLynn91 - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 16/16 - Gavin and Nines are sent undercover to investigate a slew of brutal murders at a gay counselling and therapy resort for androids and humans. They're forced to pose as a couple, but soon feel their relationship becoming more than an act as real feelings develop.

I loved the dramatic whodunnit vibes in this fic! It gets crazy :P

The Great DPD Kink-Off - by connorssock, LittleLalaith, Skye_Willows, Stujet9rainshine - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 24/24 - It started out as a bit of rivalry and turned into a competition. Who was the kinkiest android in town?

If you like smut, then read this. That is all I will say.

The Black Nights, The Long Dark - by bvssbot - Explicit - Content warnings - Chapters 8/12 - translation of an amazing russian fic тёмные ночи, долгая тьма (the dark nights, the long darkness) into english

An unknown catastrophe was the reason Gavin ended up stranded alone on a godforsaken Canadian island. Having almost made peace with the thought of living in solitude for the rest of his days, he saves the life of a pilot named Richard, whose airplane crashed in the middle of his humanitarian mission.

Shit, I loved ‘The Long Dark’ and I love this fic. I don’t speak russian, unfortunately, so I must wait to read the end. But this is still amazing and you all should read it.

Detroit: Outlast - by Cardboardghost - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 1/? - Connor Upshur is a down on his luck reporter, who spends his nights getting drunk and passing out at home. A mysterious email calls him to Mount Massive Asylum, owned by the Cyberlife corporation. Armed with nothing but a camera and his wits, Connor must brave the asylum's horrors and find way to save the people Cyberlife stole from him.

Gavin Park is a beat cop looking for a more well paying job. So when an offer to work private security at the Cyberlife corporation all but falls into his lap, how could he refuse? Gavin quickly realizes things are not what they seem, and in an attempt to expose Cyberlife, he ends up further in their clutches. Now he and Connor must work together to claw their way out of the asylum's depths, and the familiar faces that wait inside those walls.

This fic only has onw chapter, but go check out Cardboardghost’s art if you finish reading this!! They have provided so much quality content for the Outlast/DBH crossover I didn’t know I needed.

Gin & Tonic - by limchi - Explicit - No warnings - Chapters 8/? - People didn’t like Gavin Reed. Gavin Reed didn’t like people. It went together like gin and tonic, you can’t have one without the other. Nines hated him and he hated Nines. Those were the rules they played by, the rules that couldn't be changed - until fate decided they could.

It turned Gavin into pretending to dislike and Nines into a dense idiot with a crush, unable to grasp the concept of love. Both in utter denial. The catch: gravity worked against them, pulled them together at a frightening pace. Push against and defy the rules of nature or go along the prevailing forces?

Your friendly neighborhood reed900 fic. Very epic slow burn and fluff (and a hint of angst tbh). I definitely recommend!

Bitter Half - by turnabout - Mature - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 5/5 - Gavin Reed was born unmarked, and had spent his entire life expecting to die like he lived - alone. It isn't until Tina points out the new serial number on his chest that he realizes everything is about to change. Whether that's for better or for worse is up to him.

I’m a sucker for soulmate fics and this one does not disappoint!

K-900 - by Serazimei - Teen and Up - No warnings - Chapters 3/3 - Gavin and Nines were a great team. Unfortunately they were both huge workaholics. That's why when Nines' body gets busted on a job and the needed parts aren't available yet chaos is inevitable. Needing to choose between waiting and potentially being of no use at work or participate in one of Kamskis experiments and transfer his mind into an Android dog the decision is easy to make.

Who knew being in a dog body could become such a hassle? Not Nines, that's for sure.

Nines is a pup!!! I don’t believe I’ve seen a fic like this yet, so it’s really cool!

Thanks I'm Hating It - by Lupo (LupoLight) - Explicit: only suitable for adults - No warnings - Chapters 4/4 - Gavin goes to a fast food burger joint and Nines judges him. Then he realizes that Gavin isn't as much of a dick as he used to be, except he is, but in a different way. He isn't sure how to react to this knowledge.

QUALITY reed900 content

Bloodstains - by DeviantAlicee - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 12/? - Nines is an interrogator & detective for the DPD with a dark past. His thick skin & smarts helping him to be one of the most valuable members of the department. He's cold & daunting.

GV200 is one of the first police android models who's partnered with a cruel beat cop who not only hates that his partner is an android but doesn't think GV can feel any of the cruel things he does or says to him. The android doesn't speak up due to the fear of being shut down.

Nines has no clue that the android he bumped into at a bar is in fact a police android. He just thinks that he might be somebody in need of some help. But, as time passes by & a new drug that can be used by androids begins to circulate, Nines begins to realise the situation is a whole lot more convoluted than he originally thought.

This is a really interesting reverse au! Check it out!

Team spirit - by ilse_writes - Mature - No warnings - Chapters 4/4 - Someone had the unholy idea to go camping with the department, all in the name of 'team building'. Gavin is not liking it very much. That tall instructor with his haughty manners and cool eyes... that one he likes very much.

I don’t think I’ve seen another au quite like this one. Very epic content, can we hit Gavin Reed?

Wake Up - by SkySquid22 - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 6/? - “Gavin!”

GV200 slipped out of his stasis. He didn’t get a chance to open his eyes before a file came down on his face, smacking him.

“And here I thought tin cans didn’t sleep.”

Something was wrong.

Something was very very wrong.

DIS GOT ME F U C K E D U P!!! Bruh @skysquid200 really out here shaking my world with this fic. I was hollering while reading this like I got HYPED

Natural - by Erik_Heinrich - Teen and Up - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 1/? - They are all wing people.

Gavin gets partnered with Nines. As expected hes not too happy about it, but their partnership seems to be going well. That is until spring comes along. Nines wings seem a bit fidgety and Gavin is nesting. Nines doesn't realize he's been trying to court Gavin, and Gavin is just as oblivious.

or. They are both complete idiots the whole time

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Only You Can Bring Me Back Down - MinJoon Littlespace Drabble

(Source - kimvante)

A/N: This is my first sexual littlespace drabble. I know that some people are uncomfortable with that, so I totally understand if you don’t want to read it. As far as smut goes, it’s pretty vanilla, but this is also my first time writing smut so I wanted to go easy with it.

I hope you enjoy!

Relationship: Little!Jimin X Caregiver!Namjoon

Rating: M (Mature) (Smut, Swearing)

Words: 3601

Fluff, smut

WARNINGS: This fic does involve sex during littlespace, so if that is not for you, please do not read. Also, this is a Mafia AU, so it does involve some darker themes (not too bad though). There’s a little bit of blood, but not in detail.

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Namjoon sat back against the cool leather of the seat with a sigh. The car rumbled lowly as the sunset painted the sky an intriguing mix of oranges and pinks outside the window. Countless used wipes were scattered around him, covered in blood - though, thankfully, not his own blood.

Being the leader of a mafia meant that sometimes he had to take people out, and that meant getting absolutely drenched in the crimson liquid. And it wasn’t like Namjoon could just go home and take a shower to get it all off because if his baby ever saw him in such a state, he wasn’t sure what he would do. So, cleaning up in the car on the way back to the base was the best he had.

He had changed out of the leather jacket and dark gray trousers that were absolutely soaked in blood and used a few towels to get the leftover residue off of his skin. While he changed into new pants and a hoodie, he left his red t-shirt on as he didn’t spot any splotches of blood and it was red so it would be hard for anyone to see it anyways.

“Did I get it all?” he asked, looking to the front of the vehicle from his spot in the back seat.

Hoseok turned around from passenger seat to give him a good once over, “Yeah, I think you got it all.”

Namjoon glared at him, “Hoseok, there is no ‘think’ when Jimin is going to see me like this in ten minutes. Did I get all of it or not?”

The slightly older man rolled his eyes - he was probably the only one who could get away with doing so towards the mafia leader without being shot in the head. “Yes, you’re fine,” he replied, “You look spick and span. You’re way too thorough for Jimin. Can’t even tell you just murdered all those guys.”

“Hey,” Namjoon defended, “They deserved it. Those douchebags were kidnapping people and selling them as slaves. I couldn’t let it go on any longer.”

Namjoon didn’t usually get involved in such affairs, but his right hand, Yoongi (the only other person who could get away with rolling his eyes at Namjoon and who took full advantage of that) had been following a trail of kidnappings in their territory and that it led to an underground slave ring.

Just a few hours earlier, Namjoon and his henchmen had raided their hideout and killed the ruthless leaders. They’d saved over fifty slaves being held there today, and they knew there were more being held elsewhere as well. Yoongi was already working on that the second they finished up at the warehouse.

Namjoon may be a mafia leader, but he had morals too, albeit a little screwed up. Still, he could never approve of stripping someone of their basic rights and forcing them into slavery.

“We’re here, hyung.” Jungkook, the driver of the car and another of Namjoon’s closer friends, stated.

The dark car was pulled right into the front courtyard, stopping just before the steps that led up to the front door of the gigantic mansion. “Thanks, Kook.”

The younger gave him a nod and a quick quirk of the lips before he pulled away to park the car elsewhere.

Namjoon and Hoseok made their way up the concrete steps and were let in by the two guards standing on each side of the front door. Upon entering, Namjoon slipped off his shoes and took off his hoodie to hang it up in the closet.

“DADDY!”

He barely had time to turn around at the familiar voice before his arms were full of Jimin. The little looked up at him with a smile so bright it made his eyes nearly invisible. “Hi, Daddy! Minnie missed you!”

Namjoon let the mafia leader persona fade and allowed his lips to quirk up into a grin. The kind of grin that showed off his dimples. No one could make him smile like his baby could. “Hey, pumpkin. Daddy missed you too,” he replied, bopping the little on the nose.

“Hey, what about me?”

The two of them turned to a look at a pouting Hoseok.

Jimin giggled and waved at him, “Sorry, Hoseokie-hyungie! Hi, Jiminie missed you too!”

Hoseok’s fake pout disappeared as quickly as it had come and he leaned over to ruffle the little’s hair with his hand. “Aigoo, you’re so precious.”

“Can hyungie come play tomorrow?” Jimin asked with big eyes.

“I would love to!” Hoseok exclaimed all too excitedly, “I’ll be there tomorrow morning, bright and early, so you’d better have a good night’s sleep tonight, alright?”

“Okay, hyungie!” Jimin replied with a nod, “See you tomorrow!”

Namjoon rolled his eyes at Hoseok, “Trying to steal my baby away, I see? Don’t you have one waiting for you upstairs?”

Hoseok grinned and nodded, “I’m going to Jinnie now. And as much as I love Jiminie, I would never dare to try to steal him away from you, oh fearless leader.”

Namjoon resisted the urge to roll his eyes again at his friend’s sarcasm and instead just started making his way to the back of the mansion, where his and Jimin’s living quarters were. “I miss Jinnie, too,” Jimin said.

“Yeah, baby? Maybe I’ll see if Hoseokie can bring him along tomorrow, how about that?”

Jimin gasped excitedly and bounced in Namjoon’s arms. “Yes please, Daddy!”

Namjoon chuckled at him.

Their bedroom was huge, a king-sized bed positioned in the center of the far wall covered in the softest sheets and blankets Namjoon could get his hands on. The little giggled as his Daddy dropped him onto the bed, the comforter fluffing up around him as he did so.

Namjoon crawled on top of him and began leaving a trail of kisses all over the little’s face. “Did you have fun today, love?”

“Mhm! TaeTae-hyungie took Jiminie to the park! Jiminie got all the way across the monkey bars!”

“Wah!” Namjoon exclaimed, pulling back to give his baby a proud grin. “Good job, Jiminie! You’re getting so strong, aren’t you?”

Jimin turned and lifted an arm to flex his muscles, and he wasn’t skin and bones. The muscles in his arm tensed and Namjoon could clearly see the real strength in them. It was such a turn on to him that Jimin was so strong and yet so submissive.

“And did you eat your dinner, too?” he continued, rubbing a hand up and down the little’s side, just underneath his dark blue “Little Troublemaker” pajama shirt.

Jimin nodded frantically, “Jiminie even ate all of his vegetables, even though there was yucky broccoli.” Namjoon couldn’t help but laugh at the disgusted face on the younger.

“I bet it was super gross. But you still ate them all, just like I told you to.”

“Jiminie is Daddy’s good boy!” the little’s eyes lit up a bit and he looked up at Namjoon with big, questioning eyes. “C-Can Jiminie have a reward for being so good, Daddy?”

Namjoon fought back the smirk that threatened to take over his face. He knew where this was going but decided to play dumb. “And what reward would baby Jiminie like?”

The baby bit his lip and blushed, “C-Can Jiminie and Daddy play the special game tonight?”

Namjoon felt smug but reigned it in, “Is that what you want, love? We can play that if you want.”

Jimin nodded frantically and purposefully wrapped his legs around his Daddy’s waist. He tightened them, allowing the older to feel the muscles of his thighs. “Please, Daddy. Jiminie wants it so bad.”

And Namjoon, the ruthless, fearless leader of the mafia known as Bangtan, couldn’t say no to such an adorable face. “Alright, baby. Do you remember your rules?”

With another nod, Jimin recited, “Tell Daddy if Jiminie wants to stop and tell Daddy when the really good feeling comes.”

“Good boy,” Namjoon praised, bringing his hand up letting one of his thumbs caress the side of the little’s face, “Remember, Daddy won’t be upset if you want to stop, okay?”

Jimin nodded again, beginning to squirm in his desperation to just get on with the game. He loved playing this game with his Daddy.

“Sit up for me, baby.”

The little complied without question, sitting up and lifting his arms up in the air as well, anticipating his Daddy’s next move. Namjoon smiled a bit and helped Jimin out of his pajama shirt. He didn’t feel like teasing today, so his hands went right down to assist the younger in removing his matching pajama pants.

Namjoon nearly groaned at the sight before him.

Jimin was splayed out on the bed again, hair surrounding his head like a dark halo. He had a shy blush tinting his cheeks, but he held himself back from wiggling around under his Daddy’s gaze. Without the shirt and pants in the way, his pale skin was exposed to the gentle light of the lamp that gave it a honey-like glow. His muscled body was on display for the older to admire, but that wasn’t what made him pause.

Namjoon’s gaze was stuck on the baby pink panties the little was wearing. Jimin’s small cock was plumping up beneath the cotton, stretching the fabric. “Look so beautiful, baby,” Namjoon said, suddenly feeling a little short of breath and fuzzy in the head. “Was this all for me?”

“Daddy said Jiminie looked really good in pink, so he asked TaeTae for help shopping for some pretty underwear,” Jimin admitted, only a little bit shy. “Jiminie liked these ones ‘cause they...w-well they-”

Jimin couldn’t seem to get the words out, so he just turned over onto his stomach so his Daddy had a full view of his panty-covered ass. Written across his plump butt was the words ‘Daddy’s Good Boy’ in sparkly pink.

Namjoon let out a long groan this time, his hand automatically reaching out to cop a feel at the lovely, full cheeks. “God, baby, you are Daddy’s good boy.”

“Y-Yeah?” Jimin asked, a little breathless.

The older helped him turn back over onto his back so they could make eye contact. “So good, baby. Went and bought these just for Daddy.”

Namjoon crawled over him once more and leaned down to place a soft kiss onto the little’s luscious lips. He swallowed the surprised little gasp that left the younger as he pried their lips apart and allowed the kiss to become a bit more heated.

Jimin’s hands were already shaking when the moved to clutch at his Daddy’s shoulders. Namjoon always gave the best kisses. It was kind of embarrassing, but he had on more than one occasion got the younger to orgasm just from his lips on his own, as well as his face and neck, his cock completely untouched. His Daddy just really knew how to kiss, okay?.

Tongue was swiftly added to the mix and began mapping out the familiar cavern of Jimin’s mouth, causing the little’s half-chub to become even more prominent in his pretty panties.

If Jimin was feeling a little bratty, he might have started to beg for more and complain about everything not being enough, but as it was, he wanted to be the perfect boy for his Daddy tonight.

And they knew each other so well that Namjoon understood that immediately. He himself wasn’t feeling like teasing or taking it slow tonight, he just wanted to love his baby. He said as much out loud and Jimin keened.

“Daddy make love to Jiminie?”

“Yeah, gonna make love to you, my baby.” the older mumbled, distracted by the smooth expanse of the Jimin’s neck.

It wasn’t long before Namjoon was sucking a dark hickey into the skin of the younger’s shoulder and bucking his hips up against the other’s ass. Jimin was letting out these little whines of pleasure and meeting his Daddy’s thrusts with desperate ones of his own.

“I love these panties so much, baby,” Namjoon said, his breathing getting little heavier now, “But I think I’d like them better off of you right now.”

Jimin nodded mindlessly and allowed the fabric to be guided down his smooth, hairless legs and off, then tossed somewhere carelessly onto the floor.

The room was quickly becoming humid with their arousal, the temperature rising and causing a sheen of thin sweat to cover both of them. Namjoon tugged off his own shirt, his pants and boxers coming off together as well.

Namjoon immediately let his itching fingers wander to the puckered hole between the younger’s ass cheeks, unable to keep himself from teasing his baby just a little bit. Jimin’s grip on his shoulders tightened at the feeling and he bit back a whimper.

After snatching up the lube from the bedside drawer and spreading some carefully over his fingers, Namjoon returned them to between his baby’s legs, slipping his pointer finger in without much resistance.

The second finger was harder to fit in, the younger’s walls tensing around the intruding appendages.

“So tight, baby,” Namjoon moaned as he scissored the two fingers, stretching the younger out, “So good and tight for Daddy.”

“F-Feels funny, Daddy.” Jimin muttered, his eyebrows furrowed and a little pout on his lips.

Namjoon immediately froze. “Good funny or bad funny?”

The little hummed with hazy, half-lidded eyes, and the older could tell he was already deep in his submissive headspace. “Good funny, Daddy.”

Namjoon let out a silent sigh of relief. He had been so worried for a second there that he had read the entire situation wrong and he never wanted to hurt his baby. “Okay, love. Can I keep going? The funny feeling will go away in a bit.”

At the confirming nod he received, the older began thrusting his fingers in and out once more, slipping in a third finger after only a few moments. Jimin whimpered at the stretch but his ass quickly accommodated the extra width, sucking in the older’s fingers.

Namjoon avoided the other’s prostate as best as he could because he knew all too well how sensitive it was, especially Jimin’s.

Once he deemed the younger thoroughly stretched, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his aching, neglected dick. He had been so focused on pleasuring his baby that he’d forgotten about his own problem. The first touch of his hand on his cock made him groan as he moved to line himself up with his baby’s entrance.

The tip of his dick pressed just an inch into the Jimin and it already had the younger squirming and grappling at his shoulders for purchase. “D-Daddy.”

“Doing so good, baby.” Namjoon groaned, thrusting gently and allowing a bit more of his dick to slip inside each time. He continued this until he was buried to the hilt, Jimin’s ass flush with his thighs. “God, you’re so fucking tight, my love.”

“B-Bad word,” Jimin muttered habitually.

“Sorry,” Namjoon whispered back with a fond little smile, placing a kiss to the younger’s forehead to placate him. “How are you feeling, baby?”

“G-G-Good, Daddy,” Jimin replied, his eyes glazed over as they looked up his Daddy, his whole expression fucked out even though they’d just started really. “D-Daddy can move now.”

Namjoon pulled his cock out until just the tip was pressed against his hole, and then he thrust his hips forward in one sharp movement.

His baby screamed out at the feeling of his prostate being hit spot-on on the first try. “O-Oh, D-Daddy!”

Namjoon couldn’t control the movement of his hips anymore, and so he let himself go, allowed his dominant headspace to take over as the arousal became too much. “Taking me so well, sweetheart. Such a good boy for Daddy.”

The coil in Jimin’s stomach was tightening rapidly, his little cock hard and laying against his stomach, drooling precum. His fingers curled and his blunt fingernails dug into the skin of his Daddy’s shoulders almost painfully, only adding to the older’s pleasure.

The thrusts were at a steady pace, but Namjoon alternated between hard and soft bucks of his hips to keep things interesting. Sometimes he would hit the younger’s prostate just to hear his screams and then other times he would miss the sensitive spot just to hear his whines of desperation.

Namjoon’s arm was tense where it held him up above Jimin’s body, his own defined muscles flexing unintentionally. “God, feel so good!” he hissed out through clenched teeth.

Jimin whimpered at another direct hit to his prostate, “C-Close, Daddy. The good feeling is coming now.”

“Hold it in,” Namjoon demanded, “Wait for me.”

Jimin wasn’t sure that he could hold it back, but for his Daddy he would try his best. He became frantic as the thrusts continued and Namjoon’s pace became sloppy. “D-Daddy! Daddy...can’t!”

Namjoon ignored him and bucked his hips a few more times before shouting, “Come, baby!”

The older shot his load into his baby just a few seconds before Jimin came, the feeling of his Daddy’s hot cum filling him and his permission taking him over the edge. He screamed his way through his orgasm, Namjoon’s warm hands running over his back comfortingly.

Jimin floated in and out of his hazy state, feeling like he was lazing on a warm, fluffy cloud. There was a buzzing in his ears like white noise that seemed to calm him like an enchantment.

“Did so good for Daddy, Jiminie,” a familiar voice broke through the buzzing, “Such a good boy.”

Jimin let out a tired whine as he felt himself slowly coming back to reality. “Jiminie’s a good boy.”

“Daddy’s good boy,” Namjoon replied.

The little blinked his eyes open slowly and took in his Daddy’s fond expression. He vaguely realized that they weren’t in bed anymore, but instead lounging in the jacuzzi bathtub in their en suite. Warm water surrounded them, smelling softly of vanilla, where Jimin was curled up in Namjoon’s lap.

“How do you feel, little one?”

The younger smiled tiredly, “Good, Daddy. Feel so good. Jiminie liked that.”

“Good,” Namjoon replied, running a hand soothingly through the little’s hair.

The two of them sat in the steaming tub for a few more minutes, embracing each other tenderly as the remnants of both of their headspaces slowly evaporated.

Tender wasn’t usually a word in a mafia leader’s dictionary, but when it came to Jimin, Namjoon wasn’t a mafia leader. The younger was aware of all the things that Namjoon did - the older would never lie to him about that - and he had even witnessed some of the unlawful action himself, but Jimin was pure. He was pure in that he would never hurt a fly, in that he had an open mind and didn’t judge Namjoon for his chose of occupation. He was pure in that he was the only one able to pull Namjoon out of his monstrous headspace, where the older destroyed and lost almost all of his already weak morals.

One time, when Namjoon was deep in his anger, blinded by the fire in his eyes and the itch to punch something in his tense arms, he was decided that he was going to murder one of his henchmen. The man in question had only failed to show up and respond to anyone’s phone calls for a few days - something that wasn’t that uncommon and didn’t really deserve such a punishment - but Namjoon was just too furious, too far gone.

He had just pressed his handgun against the man’s temple when he felt a soft touch on his shoulder that he couldn’t mistake as anyone other than Jimin.

“Don’t, hyung,” the younger had said in that gentle voice of his, coaxing the mafia leader out of his haze of anger. “You’re losing yourself.”

And with just a few more words, the great mafia leader was softening, his arm falling limp to his side as he flicked the safety back on on the gun.

The point was, the two of them needed each other. Jimin needed his Daddy in littlespace, and Namjoon needed the younger to keep him grounded.

“Hyung?”

Namjoon was pulled out of his thoughts by Jimin speaking and shifting in his lap. He blinked as the younger’s face became clear again and he noticed the difference in his eyes.

“I fucked you out of littlespace, huh?”

Jimin chuckled and leaned in to kiss the older’s cheek, “Like this was the first time that’s ever happened.”

“Got me there.” Namjoon hummed, wrapping his arms tighter around the younger and pulling their naked bodies closer together. He momentarily reached over to turn the tap back on as the water they were soaking in was becoming cool. Hot water surrounded them once more, prolonging their comforting atmosphere.

“I love you, hyung,” Jimin said, his voice quiet, “I know you had a hard day today.”

“I love you too, but how did you know I had a hard day?” Namjoon quirked an eyebrow at him.

Jimin rolled his eyes, “Hyung, you had a bloodstain on your t-shirt when you came inside. Little me isn’t stupid enough not to know the difference between t-shirt red and blood red, okay?”

“Ah, fuck,” Namjoon groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

This was exactly what he was always trying his best to keep hidden. He should have tried harder to clean up the blood...but then again, a certain someone had told him that he looked fine, that he was “spick and span”.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes in realization.

“JUNG HOSEOK, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

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A/N: This is my first time posting smut. I’ve dabbled in writing it but I was never happy with anything really. So, anyway, let me know what you think.

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