#i love duck the most bc of his sass

[shan-helsing]

everyone PLEASE tell me who ur fav of the three is and why. i love hearing everyones reasoning for their blorbos

[showerthoughtsonly]

Sweet Evenings

Echo x f!reader

Synopsis: After a nice at-home dinner with your love, you both get into a playful banter about his apparent lack of ability to throw shade. Includes an established relationship and literally nothing but fluff

A/N: I’ve been eating a lot of pasta lately, but its probably good bcs my new gym buddy is a soccer player and they make me run a lot. I too yearn for a partner who will wear matching pjs and watch the princess bride with me, thank you for coming to my TED talk

Warnings: mention of alcohol, kisses and borderline too much fluff. Would probably be rated pg13 on screen

“Wait, wait, wait. There’s no way you’re bad at insulting people when you work with the 501st.” You laughed, tucking your nose against Echo’s chest and holding onto his shoulders for support as you leaned up against him. His palms rubbed up and down your lower back, small chuckles rumbling through his chest into yours. Both of your legs knocked together, clad in matching fuzzy pajama bottoms that you had worn during your dinner. 

“Why? Because there’s so much source material or because we’re good at throwing shade?” Echo asked, slowly leading you from the dinner table to the couch where you planned on wrapping up your stay-in date with a movie. Soft pecks were peppered across your hairline as you attempted to wrangle in laughter. The two of you were waddling like ducks across your apartment, both loath to separate from the embrace.

You shook your head. “No, no. It’s just, you work so closely to the 212th and General Kenobi and Commander Cody are the most iconic sass masters I have ever had the honor of meeting.” You responded. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable after the pasta dinner you had and the glass of wine you had to accompany it had warmed you from head to toe.

“You’ve met them like… twice. Both times at the 79’s, love.” Echo pouted. You leaned up, cupping the back of his neck to press swift apology kisses on either one of his cheeks before nuzzling your nose against his. You waited until you could feel his smile return before connecting your lips to his in a chaste kiss.

Echo’s hands smoothed over your rear before cupping the back of your thighs as he let out a happy hum. He patted your legs and you hopped up, letting him hold you close as you both collapsed against the couch. Pillows and a blanket slid off the couch as you both got situated close. You found yourself a little further than you’d like as you looked around for the remote.

“So then teach me. How do you throw shade?” Echo finally asked as you finally found the remote. Warm hands slid around your waist and he was quick to tug you into his lap and find the blanket off the floor and into your laps.

“Okay, ummm. You look like you didn’t pass kindergarten.” You offered, leaning back so Echo could rest his head atop yours. His shoulders shook behind you in his laughter.

“That would work if I actually had kindergarten and had the option of not passing intelligence tests.” He said. Your face flushed at the reminder and you twisted around to press a silent peck to his shoulder.

“Fine, fine. You’re the human equivalent of the dip in between two couch cushions.” You replied confidently. His playful aggression came out in the form of air hissed between his teeth.  

“Oh, that stung. It would have stung a lot more if I didn’t know that it came from that show you’ve been watching.” His hands shadowed yours, sliding from your shoulder to your wrist to steal the remote. You let out an affronted gasp and he buried his face in your neck, spreading wet kisses up and down.

“Hey, hey. I can’t think when you’re doing that!” You giggled, regretfully pushing his face away from your neck. His soft lips felt so, so good, but you had to teach him how to give a good ribbing. Echo doubled down, wrapping you in a tight embrace that trapped your arms against your chest and pressed a long, nipping kiss against your pulse point. Oh that, that felt good. Your eyes fluttered shut as he slowly brought the two of you into a lying position. A slight, rumbling moan escaped your chest as he smoothed his tongue against what you assumed was now a hickey.

Then he blew a giant raspberry against your neck and a banshee like screech erupted from you. His arms loosened enough that you could fall out of his grasp and scramble into a scandalized sitting position before the couch. Echo had collapsed into a fit of laughter against your decorative pillows, a sight that warmed your heart beyond belief.

You sputtered at him, pointing an accusing finger at your lover. “You! You dare tease me like that? No love! No more love for Echo for a thousand years!” You cried, turning your back on him and crossing your arms. The blanket audibly shifted behind you and there was a soft shuffle as Echo’s fuzzy socks that you had bought him slid against the carpet.

“No! Babe! Baby, darling love of mine. The sun for which I yearn for-.” Warm, thick arms wrapped around your belly and dragged you into a sweet embrace. Echo rocked the both of you back and forth and you moved your hands to cup his elbows where they rested at your sides. “I don’t think I could go more than two minutes without your smile, illuminating my life. To go without your love for a thousand years would shrivel me to a crisp. I beg of you to rethink your punishment, fair lady!”

You giggled, twisting in his hold so you could wrap your legs and arms around him. “Fine. Your penance will be to watch a cheesy holovid with me.” Echo shuffled backwards, barely grunted with effort as he brought the two of you back into the couch.

“Thank you, my darling love. I will not soon forget your mercy.” He declared, pressing more sweet kisses to your cheek as he flicked the holoscreen on. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders before crossing it over your torso, effectively cocooning you both together. 

“So you can wax poetry, but not spit insults?” You asked, snuggling further into his warmth as you both reclined back onto your couch, settling in for the night.

“Shhhh, love. The Princess Bride is on. And Fives is my brother. I know how to throw shade and seduce beautiful ladies such as yourself. I just never feel the need to. I managed to snag you, after all.” A final warm kiss was pressed to your forehead before you both let the topic go in favor of the holofilm. 

[raysofcrosby]

Chapter 16 Reactions

your reactions literally never fail to make my day/night i swear 😭 i literally look forward to them after every chapter i post bc they’re literally so much fun to read 🥺💛 i screamed back to your reaction underneath the border<3

STOP MATTY BEING A DAD 😭 also omg its adorable in the most sad way that E-man and care are so sad/mope-y and need each other. idk care loves him so much and it’s so obvious that E loves her so much too and i love their relationship. and even though it’s going to need to heal it’s just so sweet that they love each other so much 😭😭😭

MATTY CALLING HER A NUTCASE IM CRYING LAUGHING. akdlakfka not him bumping into E’s head. LMAO E ASKING FOR MIGHT DUCKS “it’ll make my head hurt less” what a little ball of sass i love him.

ETHAN SAYING HE WOULDVE DONE IT WITHOUT THE MILKSHAKES LMAO. and aww matty being like yeah im figuring it out 😭 thats so cute. awwww E getting matty all flustered about a baby. “i give the captain speech to the person or people who need to hear it” yes matty omg 🥵 STOP ETHAN OMG 😭😭😭😭 IM CRYING HES SO PRECIOUS

damn andrew going all out on care. he has a point though. OH THE THOUGHT OF 16 YEAR OLD ETHAN DRIVING ON HIS OWN IM WEAK IDK WHO WOULD BE MORE WORRIED BETWEEN MATT AND CARE. bradys full name lol. the fear that instills.

YOURE KIND OF HIS DAD 😭 “try fully” lmaooo taryn keeping it real. ETHAN LOCKING THE DOOR AGAIN LMAO THATS SO FREAKING FUNNY. STOP THEM SITTING TOGETHER BITCH (lovingly) IM CRYING 😭😭😭 “now you can show me how good of a reader you are” awww dad matty at his best 🥺😭

I KNOW I WAS IN HER BELLY BUT HOW DID I COME OUT IM SCREAMING 💀💀 STOP THEIR TALK OMG IM CRYING I DONT EVEN HAVE WORDS BESIDES IM EMOTIONAL AND CRYING IN MY BED RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“sure lend me money and i’ll pay you back…eventually” stop hes so cute 😭😭😭 and matt suggesting he pay is SO dad like. also care asking him to come 👀 THEIR FIRST FAMILY HANGOUT 😭😭🥺🥺 AHHH. ETHAN ASKING THEM TO DO THIS EVERY WEEK JUST THE THREE OF THEM YOU BITCH (lovingly) THATS SO CUTE IM LOSING IT. also knowing e-man it’s his plan to get his parents back together 👀

MATTY BEING A DAY WILL ALWAYS JUST BE THE BEST PARTS OF THIS ENTIRE FIC BC HE THINKS HES SO BAD AT IT BUT HE’S ALSO JUST NATURALLY DOING IT. pls ethan and caroline both moping makes me so soft?? like clearly, besides everyone else, it’s really just been the two of them and suddenly they’re not...just right there for the other 🥺😭

OKAY BUT HE HAD TO!!!! she was being crazy and getting in her head and he’s was going to let her know it 😤 she’s a nutcase in an endearing way<33 ETHAN HAS NO FILTER AND WE LOVE IT<3 though i’m sure matt wishes that he did. lmao a polite way of matt telling brady to eff off his cap speech<3

andrew’s like “i’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, time to shine bitches” and he didn’t hold back. BYE I DON��T WANT TO THINK ABOUT ETHAN GROWING UP AND DRIVING ON HIS OWN (rip that poor soul that has to teach him how 😂) poor brady felt his soul leave his body.

taryn takes no prisoners in the sass competition either 😤 ETHAN SAID “THIS IS MY ROOM NOW GET OUT” literally gave no fucks about locking matt out and matt’s like “uh...excuse me??? this is my house” 😂😂 ETHAN IMMEDIATELY SNUGGLING UP TO MATT’S SIDE?? LOVE IT.

ASKJHGJKDFG I HAD TO PUT IT IN THERE. POOR MATT AND CARE ARE JUST GOING TO BE SO TRAUMATIZED AND FIGHTING OVER WHO ACTUALLY HAS TO TALK TO HIM ABIOUT THAT 😭😭😭 “you do it.” “no, you do it.” “you’re his mom.” “you’re his dad!! he’s a boy!!”

matt’s slowly coming into the dad!mode and bad dad jokes and i’m excited as shit for it 😭 miss caroline!!! did you invite matt for ethan or for you?? 👀 HEHEHEHHEE ETHAN IS SLICK WE ALL KNOW HE DID THAT FOR OTHER REASONS BESIDES GETTING QUALITY TIME 👀

[sunshinejs]

Yours Only

there’s not as much angst as I hoped bcs I suck, sorry anon :(

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“We’re so glad to have you over again, y/n” Connor’s mom sighs happily as you were helping her clear the plates after dinner. Connor and Dylan ducked out of the kitchen when their mother announced it was time to clean the dishes and instead went into the living room to play a round of FIFA “It’s nice to have another girl around the house once in a while”

“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Brashier” You said shyly as you continued to scrub the dirty dishes “I would’ve come by more often but I’ve just been so busy with uni and I have that musical coming up in 2 months as well so my free time has been taken up by rehearsals”

“That’s right! Connor told us about it” She nodded “I know you’re going to be spectacular, sweetheart. Connor wouldn’t stop telling us what an amazing dancer you are”

You blushed in reply “Thank you so much, that’s really nice of you to say”

“You must be happy to have Connor back home” You said with a smile forming on your face “The house must have been pretty quiet without him, huh?”

Connor’s mom nodded in reply, laughing a little “It gets lonely at times, I’ll admit. Dylan doesn’t give me as much headache as he normally does if Connor’s around. It’s nice to have my boy home again; reminds me that he hasn’t exactly forgotten about us now that he’s traveling around the world with Shawn”

You hang the last plate on the drying rack and turned off the tap “Connor never forgets his family, Mrs. Brashier. He loves you all too much” You reassured as you wiped your hands dry with the kitchen towel.

“I know he does” She smiles “Doesn’t mean that it gets easier every time he has to leave for tour, you know?”

“But he’s home for good now” You insisted “And he’s going back to UCLA pretty soon so everything will go back to the way it was”

His mother paused for a second; giving you a blank look. You caught on to this and your eyebrows furrowed at her reaction.

“Mrs. Brashier?” You called out to her “You alright?”

That seem to snap her back to reality as she asked hesitantly “y/n, honey, did Connor not tell you?”

That question alone seemed to make you more nervous “Tell me what…?” You asked.

You could see the look of hesitation in her face; like she was contemplating on whether to break the news to you or not.

“Connor, he…” She sighs, mentally scolding Connor for not bringing this up to you sooner “They’ve extended his contract for the tour, honey. He’s going to be away from home until right before Christmas”

You were taken aback. Your jaws dropped at the news. You blinked in surprise.

How the hell could Connor keep something big like this from you?

“He is?” You ask in a fragile tone, already hearing the crack in your voice.

Dammit, y/n. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“Honey, I’m so sorry” She said with sympathy and you could hear the genuine tone in her voice “I would’ve thought you knew about this. Connor told me about it last month”

“Last month” You repeated. You were trying your best not to break down in front of her right there and then. This was officially the most embarrassing moment for you. Being a complete idiot in front of your boyfriend’s mother.

“He didn’t tell me anything” You said softly.

She reached out for your hand and rubbed it comfortingly “I think you should talk to him, honey”

You nod and excused yourself from the kitchen.

“Connor?” You called softly from the side as you watched him concentrating on the game they were playing on the TV screen.

Connor doesn’t shift his gaze from the screen as he hummed in response “Yeah, baby?”

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“In a minute, babe” He answered “I’m really close to beating Dylan this match!”

Dylan smirked from beside his older brother “You wish, dumbass”

You couldn’t take it anymore so you reached out and snatched the controller from his hand, pausing the game. Both boys groaned and Connor was about to snatch the controller from you again when you asked for the second time, but more firmly “Can I talk to you for a second?”

That definitely didn’t sound good.

As you headed for the sliding door that led you to the Brashiers’ backyard, Dylan turned to his brother, whispering lowly “What did you do?”

Connor shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly as he followed after you. Deep down, he was nervous with the tone you were using. You seemed fine when he left you with his mother in the kitchen, why did your mood suddenly change within 15 minutes?

You two sat on swing set and both didn’t speak. There were so many things running through your head right now and you felt like you were going to burst soon.

Connor was the first to take action; resting his hand on your knee “Baby?” He asked worriedly “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

You snapped your head towards him, letting him see the fresh tears in your eyes “What’s going on?” You repeated “I don’t know, Connor you tell me what the hell’s going on”

He frowned “Hey, you’re the one who said we needed to talk. So, talk babe”

“When were you going to tell me?” You questioned “When were you going to tell me that your contract with Shawn has been extended and you’d be away from home until December?”

Connor felt the weird feeling in his stomach. Out of all the things he’d expected for you to be acting weird, this one didn’t make it to the list.

And then he sees the hurt look on your face and he felt so, very guilty for keeping this from you for the longest time.

“Baby…”

“Do I mean nothing to you, Connor?” You asked timidly as you got up from the chair and stood opposite him, with your arms crossed over your chest “Is that why you kept this from me?” Your voice cracked “Because you didn’t think it was important to tell me?”

Connor immediately shook his head as he reached out for your hand but you pulled away before he could “Baby, it’s nothing like that!” He pleaded “Of course you’re important to me, y/n. You’re the most important person in my life, baby but I just didn’t know how to tell you…”

“So, you figured it was better that I found out from someone else?” You retort “What exactly were you waiting for? Were you waiting for me to come by your house for lunch only for your mother to tell me that you packed your bag up and you’re having the time of your life with your new friends?”

He winced at your sass; he knew he fucked up real good this time.

“I was afraid you’d get mad at me for breaking my promise to you” He admitted softly “I promised you before the tour started that I would be gone only until September but when Andrew offered to extend the contract… I just knew I couldn’t say no”

You let out a sarcastic laugh “So, you kept this from me because you thought I’d be that bitchy girlfriend who wouldn’t let her boyfriend pursue his dreams? Do I look that heartless to you, Connor?”

“You know what, if that’s what you really think of me then maybe I was wrong about you, Connor Brashier” You continued to rant, getting angrier at him “I was wrong to think that you knew me better than anyone else”

“y/n, please, I do know you better than anyone else” Connor pleaded. He knew where this was going and he didn’t want his biggest nightmare to happen “Please tell me what I can do to make this better for us”

You shook your head, letting the tears fall down your cheeks “No, Connor” You firmly said “If you can keep something this big from me just because you assumed I wouldn’t support your dreams then maybe we shouldn’t be together anymore”

Connor felt like his breathe hitched in his throat at your words. His vision was getting blurry due to the tears forming in his eyes.

You spun on your heels and headed for the door. You felt defeated. Like you lost everything by saying those words. It hurt you but it needed to be done.

Connor got up from his spot and took large strolls towards you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and you could hear him sniffle against your shoulder.

“Don’t do this” He said shakily “Don’t end us, y/n”

“I can’t trust you, Connor” You muttered softly “You gotta let me go”

“Give me a second chance” He pleaded “Please, just don’t give up on us, baby. I can’t lose you because of this”

You shook your head and untighten his grip around you. You turned around and took one last look at him “I can’t give you the answer you want, Connor. I’m sorry”

2 months later

“Oh my God, it’s a full house!” You said nervously, taking a peek at the audience gathered in the large theatre hall “I feel like I’m going to throw up”

Amber laughs in reply and rolled her eyes playfully “Babe, you’re going to kill it, okay? You’ve put in so much effort in this musical and we all just know you’re going to be amazing out there”

“Thanks Am” You answered gratefully, turning your head back to the hall; scanning through the crowd.

Amber noticed what you were doing and sighed “Still wondering if he would show up?”

Your head snapped back to her and you had a guilty look plastered on your face “Pathetic of me, right?” You asked sadly “I broke up with him and I still have the audacity to think he would show up for my big night even though he promised he would months ago”

“Oh, honey. It’s not pathetic” She said with sympathy “You still love him, y/n. I get it. It’s okay to still love him despite what happened; you’re only human”

You shrugged your shoulders sadly “Yeah, whatever, Am. He’s probably in Australia right now. Stupid for me to think he’d be here instead”

“I’ll see you later, okay?” You told her “I’m going to head back to my dressing room”

Amber nodded in reply “Break a leg, babe!” She called out to you.

When you got to your dressing room, you were surprised to find a box of white rosses sitting on top of your vanity.

Your heart starts beating faster as you approached it, only one thing running through your mind.

There was only one person who knew how much you loved white roses. And that happened to be the same guy you were just talking about a few minutes ago.

You picked up the card attached to the box, unfolding it open to find a handwritten message.

I know you probably still hate me right now but I made a promise to you I’d be here for your big night and I don’t want to break anymore promises.

I can’t wait to see you be the amazing dancer you are on stage. Break a leg, sweets and I hope you love the flowers.

All my love,

Connor

You read the message over and over again, trying to register it in your mind. Connor was really here? You’d hope for this but you didn’t think it would actually be true.

Was this a sign that you’ve been waiting for?

And then you heard the voice you’ve been missing, and suddenly you realized this was reality; this was really happening.

“Hi” Connor greeted you.

You turned around to find him leaning against the doorframe, with a small smile on his face. His hair was slightly longer since you last saw him but other than that, he was still the same.

“Hi” You responded “What are you doing here? I thought you were away on tour?”

“I was” He nodded, pushing himself off the frame as he stepped into your room; approaching closer to you “But they understood I had other priorities and let me take a few days off”

You nodded in reply, “Thanks for the flowers” You said shyly “They’re beautiful”

He stood before you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe; forgetting how it felt like having Connor so near you after a long time.

“There’s another reason why I came here”

“Oh yeah?” You asked “And what’s that, Connor?”

“I messed up…” He started “I realized I messed up the second you left my house crying and I regretted not chasing after you. I should’ve been honest with you from the start and I should’ve fought harder to make you stay”

“So, I’m here now” He concluded “To make things right with you; to promise you I’m never going to keep anything from you and to keep fighting for you, for us… Because, y/n; I want to be yours, only”

“If you need time, I’ll give you time” Connor said, noticing that you remained silent “We can wait till I come back next month but I’m going to keep waiting for you, baby”

“No”

“No?” Connor’s heart dropped.

“No, I don’t want to wait any longer” You confirmed “You messed up; I got mad, we’re only humans. I don’t want keep doing this because it’s killing me too, Con”

“So,” He hesitantly dragged “We’re okay, now?”

“We’ll take it slow” You reassured with a smile “But we’ll be okay, Con”

“Hey, y/n!” A backstage crew popped into your room “We’re going on soon”

“Be right there!” You called out to him then focused your attention on Connor “I’ll see you after this?”

“You most definitely will” He nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek; relieved that he finally could do it “Break a leg, honey”

“Yeah, I’m going to need a different kind of good luck kiss, Brashier”

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About the Muse

 i snatched it off @heraldofwho who is very cool! 😃

Your muse’s name:

Maxwell Seumas Trevelyan, but he prefers Max

A favourite picture / faceclaim of your muse:

*casually drops a cropped version of an older drawing bc i have nothing better at the moment*

Two headcanons you have for your muse:

-Max absolutely despises templars and would happily slaughter the lot of them rrgh fuCKING CULLEN, because he has Issues.  The most he ever killed by himself in one go? Fourteen templars in the Ostwick circle, after he found out what they did to his sister.  The pent-up rage and despair and feelings of helplessness of the twenty-one years leading up to that point caused him to snap.  Max went into a berserker-like state and slew fourteen templars, including the knight-captain, and nearly the first enchanter as well.  After that, he began training as a proper reaver, because he knew that he needed to learn to control and direct his emotions, or else they'd overtake him.

Max does not regret his actions, though.  He’s not proud of it, or that he escaped the gallows due to his family name, and he doesn’t talk about it.  But he would do it again. He doesn't care what that says about him.

- Max knows how to juggle.  He has a flask of whisky in a not-so-secret pocket at all times, and carries several knives concealed about his person for the purposes of eating, stabbing, throwing, etc.  He abhors the chantry and frequently insults it, so he and Cassandra fight like cats and dogs.  He’s actually fond of her, though. She probably hates him, bc when she and Leliana first called Max the ‘herald of Andraste’, Max laughed so hard he nearly pissed himself.  He almost caused a Diplomatic Incident bc he refuses to bow to anyone--even the Empress of Orlais.  Max hates being called the herald or ‘your worship’ etc and fucks with the boot-lickers who try and curry favour with him. Dorian finds it hilarious. The only time he ever used his position to get his way was with that prick who had Dorian’s amulet--and it was a good fucking bluff, bc he’s not of the main family, just a branch of ‘impoverished gentry’ (like, they have land, but the family home is in a right state and the vault is...empty. And they’ve no staff. And Bann Trevelyan is a special individual.)

Three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

-Music! Max is made of music (mostly bagpipes), he loves singing and knows how to play the lute. Sometimes he steals the one from Dorian's nook and uses it to ~serenade~ him. (Max knows SO MANY sappy love songs and laments.)  He has also been known to provide lullabies to the dying, even out in the field (bc how are these people dying for this cause he’s not sure he’s even on board with, they fucking die in his name how is he ever going to live with himself if he isn’t killed horribly by Coryphe-tits), to perform classic Free Marches tavern songs with Blackwall, and even occasionally rope the entirety of the Herald's Rest (or just the travelling party) into waulking songs (u know the ones they used to do when they were waulking wool, and one person sings the verses and everyone joins in the bit with just nonsense words or whatever?? Chuir m'athair mise dhan taigh charraideach, or hè mo leannan, hò mo leannan, ones like that?? good shite, cracking songs).  

Only when he's drunk, though. 

(He's drunk a lot.)

-Max has a soft spot for children. Having spent so much time in the role of caregiver, it's only too easy to fall back into old habits, especially with the number of orphans the inquisition...acquired after Haven.  He plays with the kids when he gets the chance, and can often be found making them laugh by sassing the chantry sisters and shouting various obscenities.

-Max is an excellent horseman.  He took to riding like a duck to water, and has always had a way with horses. The only horse he's ever met that didn't like him is the Ferelden Forder he got from Master Dennet--and he suspects it's because the horse somehow knows that Max was a jerk to its master.  As revenge, Max calls the horse 'Sweet Roll'; as revenge for that, Sweet Roll has eaten several of Max's gloves and bitten a hole in more than one pair of Max's trousers. The cycle of vengeance is never-ending. (Let it be known that his own horse at home, Rowan, is a sturdy Free Marches Ranger that loves him and doesn't eat his clothes.)

Seven people your muse loves / likes:

-Elinor, nicknamed Eilidh (u say it like 'ae-lee') -- She is Max's middle sister, about five years younger than he is.  She has dark hair and blue eyes like her brother, but she is slight whilst he is tall.  Elinor was a mage, made tranquil at the age of sixteen under suspicious circumstances. She was very shy and quiet, but also very compassionate, as well as the best musician in the family before she was magically castrated.  Since returning home, she has cultivated a large garden which she tends devotedly, and also has a small army of cats.  They are all named after berries.  Max fought like a wild-cat to protect her when the templars came to take Elinor away to the circle, even tried shielding her with his body, which is how he got the scar on his face. He adores her and would do anything for her.

-Catrìona, nicknamed Ceit (sounds just like 'Kate') is Max's youngest sister.  She is ten years his junior, so he more or less raised her, even tutoring her in swordsmanship, horsemanship, archery (though she's a better shot), etc.  She is a sprightly ginger-haired lass with blue eyes and loads of freckles, who talks very loudly and laughs very loudly and wILL CHALLENGE U TO A FIGHT IF U INSULT HER BROTHER OR SISTER, THANKS!  She's nearly fearless, very kind, and her best friend is her own horse, an ornery beast called Storm. (Storm bites. So does Ceit.)  She and Max play-fight and jokingly call each other names, but they adore each other.

So basically she's sort of Merida. I REGRET NOTHING FIGHT MEEEEEE

-Blackwall! Max is very fond of Blackwall. Top lad. Good set of pipes on him, right good for tavern songs. U know what they call an Ostwick tavern? Taigh-seinnse.

-Varric!  Max is convinced that Varric is one of the best people to ever exist.  If Varric knew how sincerely he means that, he would laugh. Also maybe cry. 

-Dorian!  Max is completely and utterly in love with Dorian. They’re both hopeless romantics and also bad at emotions, so it’s a mess. But a good mess? 😃

-Josephine! She is the source of all goodness in the universe, and probably the actual leader of the entire inquisition. She does all the real work, anyway. Max just kills shite. And rescues lost animals.

-Sera! They pull pranks together. She reminds him a bit of Ceit, as well, so he loves her.

-Honourable mentions:  Solas (he knows so much, and talks about his Fade Travels in that lovely story-teller voice), Harritt (best. blacksmith. evER.), Dagna (she’s fucking delightful), Master Dennet (adorably grumpy old bastard), Helisma (reminds him of Elinor, he looks out for her in case anyone gives her trouble), Fiona (a bad-ass motherfucker if there ever was one), Krem (fun to spar with), Cassandra (fun to spar with), and Grim (a good listener)

Phobia (well, fear, anyway) your muse has:

Himself.  After what he did at the Ostwick circle, Max knows that he is capable not just of killing, but of slaughter.  He does not regret his actions there (justified or not, right or wrong, he doesn't give a shite, he will sacrifice anything for his sisters) but he does worry that one day, the rage will overtake him.  That he'll hurt somebody he loves, that he might lose his friends, his family, his lover.  That he might lose himself.  Being the only son, the eldest, he was supposed to look after the girls.  He'd promised his mother--his dying mother--that he'd always protect them and look after them and just look at how that ended.  Look what he's done--look what he's let happen.  This is what happens when anyone trusts him to do anything--he fucks it up, because he's a selfish, lazy coward who can't do anything right.  He wants so badly to be good, but he's fucking terrible at it, so he mostly stopped trying--enough that everyone else thinks he has a devil-a-bit-do-I-care attitude, that he's loud and irreverent and brash and impulsive and angry and mercurial and careless.

But he does care.  He cares too much.  

That’s his downfall.  Every single time.

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I TAG YOU!  u know who u are

also @m1lkcl0uds come onnn show off Persephone, she’s adorable ❤

[henry-hart]

The Secret Gets Out s1 ep3

Some quality Charlotte in this ep. Yay!!!!

ooh I know what happens in this one :))))

yay for that bb chenry content

Jasper just taking over the tv screen when c x h won’t watch his clip ajsklsj same

“CM’s big fail” man they do not go gentle with these video titles. really going for the throat

“Hey, look! My bellybutton!” Hen, sweetie. You need to work on your distractions 

Ray looks hella good. just saying. ;)

poor CM. his face when the news lady says, “once again escaping capture from CM.” HE’S TRYING, LADY.

“CM, isn’t it true that the phone shark has been attacking ppl’s phones for over a year now?” “Uh, yes that is true.” askjlk y does he sound like he’s on trial???

“So why don’t you catch him?” “Well, KD and I have been trying.” “But you keep failing. Doesn’t that bug you?” “Yes.” we always talk about Hen’s sass, but Ray has his snarky moments

AJSLKSLKJ JASPER BAD-MOUTHING KD AND HEN JUST STOPS DRINKING HIS DRINK AND IS LIKE, “One more time???” like, the pg version of “tf did you just say???”

“Just saying, I’d be way better at catching bad guys than KD.” “You couldn’t catch butt warts!!!!” Hen u couldn’t be anymore obvious if you tried aksljsjksjl 

“Why are you getting all mad?” “Because Jasper’s being unfair, and I think it’s unfair to criticize m--that...that KD guy when he’s probably doing the best he can. And people should be fair. Fairness. I’m pro-fair.” THAT’S RIGHT BB. U DEFEND YOURSELF. YOU ARE DOING YOUR BEST AND I AM PROUD OF U 

his lil pouty face after he gives his little speech is TOO CUTE

can I just say, once again, s1 Hen is the cutest thing ever 

@jace how were u this cute at 13??? I didn’t even look human when i was that age aksjlksj

[MY DRAMATIC DAUGHTER, ENTER STAGE RIGHT]

Pipes blackmailing Jasp with that cup song video alksjslksj (no wonder her parents assumed it was her who was arrested in that xmas ep lolol)

“I NEVER DID THAT!!!! Why would I do that? I NEVER DID THAT!!!!”

Pipes just shoved Hen out the way to sit on the couch aksljslk

Henry didn’t put up much of a fight against Piper in these earlier eps (I mean, when does he ever anyway lol).

jasp....i love u...but...that video is really cringey....

Hen telling Pipes not to put the video on line :)))) my sweet son :)))))

Piper mocking Jasper in the video alkjlsk 

“Why does your watch beep like that?” “It means they need me at work....bye!” “Wait! It’s Sunday. Junk ‘n Stuff is closed on Sunday.” “Right....I better go tell the customers.” Henry you are a terrible liar

which is expected bc he’s sweet and a mess. not a combo that makes for a skilled liar alkjslkj

“There is something up with that boy.” YAS CHARLOTTE YAS my smart/observant daughter (tho hen does make it easy with his crap excuses lolol)

“I’m so tired.” “Oh, quit whining. It was only 4 miles.” “Yeah, 4 miles there and 4 miles back!” ajkjslk poor J

“Uuuggghhh I’m gonna die.” “NOT in the house! If you’re gonna die, do it outside!” Piper does not care. at all. 

so, what??? Char’s just been chillin in Hen’s room in the dark waiting for him to sneak back in??? lolol

poor hen had a mini heart attack ajklksj

Char clearly knows. she’s just asking all those questions to hear Hen’s bs lolol

“I like your shirt.” nice try hen. it’s not working, but nice try.

Char really covered all the bases. she called the store to see if Hen was really there. girl doesn’t mess around when she’s figuring something out. r.e.s.p.e.c.t.

“You wanna know the truth? I’m a jazz musician. I don’t tell a lot of people, but secretly, I play jazz. A-a-and the only time the jazz clubs are open is late at night.” Hen...who taught you how to lie????

God, P x H are such antipodes. You have one sibling who blackmails others with embarrassing secrets to get what they want and then you have the other sibling who can’t come up with a better lie than “I play jazz late at night” aksjslk

“That’s where I was---at a jazz club. Blowing jazz. On mah horn.” i love the way he says this lol

“That’s because YOU’RE Kid Danger!” and a hush falls over the room...

Hen, make as many weird noises and mock being KD all you want. It’s not working. aksjlskj

you know, even if Char wasn’t an uber smart cookie, hen makes it unbelievably easy to figure out

“And I guess you must be Beyonce.” AJKSJKSLJ AN ICONIC HENRY LINE TO PUT IN THE BOOKS, GUYS.

“Okay, this is really big, what I’m about to tell you.” “What? That you’re KD?” “Shuuut UUUuuuUUUpppp!” akljslkj

“I’m KD.” “I know. I figured that out.” CHARLOTTE YOU ARE MY QUEEN

“I swear I’m never gonna tell anyone.” “Thanks.” “Can I tell Jasper???” “Wha---NOOOOOO!!!!”

I love the way he says this in his lil 13 yr old squeaky voice aksjlsksj 

also Char wanting to include J from the get-go :’))))

Ray was so light and cheerful in this season. he’s all “Henry, I didn’t know you were working today. Did I butt-beep you???” whereas now he’s all “YoU cAn’T bE sIcK. yOu’Re ObViOuSlY lYiNg To Me!!!!” ugh

:(((( you can tell Hen is having a hard time telling Ray that Char knows

props to him tho. i would’ve put if off until it eventually just came out at the worst time possible jakjslskj

“Can I talk to you about something?” “Uhhhh....babies come from the baby store!!!” oh Ray

“What’d you tell her?” “That I am KD.” “Ohhhh.” “You’re not mad, are you?” “No, I’m not mad.” “Oh, good.” “You’re fired.” jkalsjlk RAY YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TERRIBLE HE IS AT LYING. IT WOULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH WORSE IF HE KEPT UP THE LIE

also Hen’s face is causing me pain. he’s so sad :((((

Ray’s being so serious....I’m not used to this. 

“When trust is broken, it can never be fixed.” “Yes it can!” “Read this fortune cookie.” “’When trust is broken, it can never be fixed’....” “Let’s not argue with the Chinese.” aksjslk 

also Ray is really that next level extra. he has fortune cookies to prove his point lolol a legend

Henry listening to jazz and downing a bottle of chocolate syrup alksjslk is this the pg version of drowning your woes in alcohol???

“You’re not gonna find the answer at the bottom of a bottle of chocolate.” *takes bottle away* *Hen takes out a second bottle* “I won’t know if I don’t look.” 

my poor bb. he really thinks he’s a lousy KD

I WANT TO HUG HIM THRU MY LAPTOP SCREEN.

HEN YOU SAVED CM ON YOUR SECOND DAY ON THE JOB. YOU ARE A GREAT KD. 

klajdkl Henry singing a sad version of the cup song

they played a cheering sound effect while he sang omg

(I remember watching a vid where Jace said he doesn’t sing and it’s “probably for the best.” aksjslkjs)

classic pouty/depressed hen laying on his couch. :((((

it’s kind of playing tricks on my mind bc i remember when he did that after he couldn’t defeat Drex, but he looked SOOOO much older in that ep lolol

Jasp having to do Piper’s chores lol

“Henry, come to the Swellview Park right now.” “Nooooo. I’m not in the mood for trees.” jaklsj it be like that sometimes

Piper: “AHHHHH!!!! HEN-RYYYY!!!” Henry: *sighs like ‘here we go again’* akjslk

I LOVE THESE PIPER X HENRY INTERACTIONS (even if it’s her yelling at him lolol)

“Is that makeup on your face???” jokes on you, Hen. you’re all wearing makeup.

i love the faces Hen makes while Piper yells. they’re great

gotta hand it to Ella. she was really committed to this part

“To a club with mah gurlsss.” PIPER NO

“Club 11″ god can u imagine a whole place dedicated to 10-11 yr olds??? i have siblings that age and it’s the worst. possible. age. ever. 

I don’t even understand them most the time. you think i would be able to considering how in tune I am with my kid side, but the stuff they do/say/like is lost on me

sorry for that sidebar

okay, Piper has a fake ID??? a fake license, a fake ID. HOW R U AND HEN EVEN RELATED???

Hen’s out here fighting crime while his lil sis is committing them akljsslkj

I love Hen’s overall indifference??? Like, he’s just like “you better hope mom doesn’t find out” he’s not threatening to tell on her. he just like “not my problem”

even when she’s yelling at him he’s like “whatever. i gotta go.” ajlskjlk I love him

j now has blackmail of his own. oh, how the tables have turned. 

“THIS IS NOT OKAY!!!!!” NEITHER IS YOU TRYING TO GET INTO CLUBS UNDERAGE, PIPER!!!!!

Char is so awesome. instead of just feeling bad about getting hen fired, she’s out her actively trying to help him out, and she’s not doing it for him. she’s just guiding him. she leaves all the redeeming to him. what a stand up character. wow. i lover her. 

wedding crashers chenry style aljksjsl

duh it looks like the phone shark, hen. HE HAS METAL TEETH.

“Now go do CM a favor and catch the phone shark.....Kid Danger.” I squealed. we love supportive bffs here

Hen’s got that pep back in his step 

“What up with the gum?” aksjlsklsj 

OKAY ABOUT THIS GUM THING

I thought Schwoz made the gum???? If he did, then how does Hen have a tube with his own gum for his costume??? Ray and Schwoz are estranged at this point in the show. Schwoz doesn’t even know Ray has a sidekick let alone who Hen is, so how??? does he??? have it????

are they trying to tell me Ray made it???

i love him, but no. 

maybe Gooch??? 

I don’t know

“In sickness and in health, in fitness and obesity, as long as you both can stand it.” these wedding vows are more accurate than the traditional ones, honestly

Henry. looks. so. cute. in. his. lil. costume. like. a. baby. duck. trying. to. be. a. superhero. :)))))

okay, so phone shark guy bites phones, but why??? like, does he eat them, or does he just enjoy biting them??

homeboy is looking at hen’s phone like it’s a whole snack....so he does eat them???

i need to know. 

“Mmmmmm gotta love that new phone smeeEEeeellll.” akjslkj jace was so goofy in the earlier seasons

Charlotte......y do u have binoculars??? this is all happening ten feet in front of you.....???

HEN JUST JUMPED ON THE BACK OF A MAN WITH METAL TEETH. I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANYONE DISSING HIM AS A SIDEKICK OR ANYTHING ELSE. 

omg the phone shark spun hen and his feet clocked the bride in the face ajklsjlksj

yo wedding gifts are expensive af and Hen just made the phone shark wreck all of them lolol oops

EVERYONE IS CHEERING FOR KD. YAS. YAS. YAS. GIVE HIM THE RECOGNITION HE DESERVES. 

omg Hen’s lil celebration dance is so cute :))))

he. gave. CM. all. the. credit. can. u. believe. my. son. is. such. a. good. person.

“It was really my boss, CM.” “Interesting. Can you tell us more?” “.....No....” lololol

Ray’s all “you gave me all the credit” in this awed voice DAWWWWWW

y is he suited up as CM tho???

“Well everyone’s been giving you a hard time about catching the phone shark. I figured I’d help you out.” YA’LL I AM SOBBING. THIS IS THE SWEETEST BOY.OL

“Uhhhhh excuse me? I’m the one who found the phone shark.” 

TELL. THEM. CHARLOTTE. Like, who are you to go giving credit??? I’m the one who found him???

Ray doing one of those full body groans that he always does. dramatique

“Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte. What am I going to do with you?” “I think it’s pretty obvious: give me a job here! You guys need me.” GIRL YOU DON’T KNOW THE HALF OF IT.

srsly how many times does Char save their a**es??? too many times to count. hiring her is one of the best things you’ll ever do, Ray.

HENRY IS SUCH A LIL BEAN COMPARED TO`RAY. LIKE, THEY’RE STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER, BOTH WEARING THEIR SUPER SUITS, AND JUST---HENRY. IS. SO. TINY. O. M. G.

Char explaining how she found the phone shark and making it clear how obvious her thought process was while Ray x Hen are just like “.....”

“I called some dentists...” “We should’ve called some dentist!” “We totally should’ve!” “Then I went online...” “We should’ve gone online!” “What is wrong with us???”

they feel so dumb for not thinking of cheCKING DENTAL RECORDS FOR SOMEONE WITH METAL TEETH. HONESTLY YOU TWO. HOW HAVE YOU GOTTEN THIS FAR????

if it wasn’t obvious before that you need Char, is pretty obvious now. 

“Off to my cousin’s wedding. Hope they serve phones for dessert. LOL.” “She’s good.” “She is.” COME ON GUYS. I AGREE, CHAR IS GOOD, BUT HOW DO YOU NOT PIECE ALL THAT OBVIOUSNESS TOGETHER????

Honestly, Ray getting a younger sidekick makes the most sense to me because can u imagine Ray trying to navigate social media??? or going through the internet like char did??? or hacking into anything??? No.

dude needed some gen z kids to help him out with the modern world aljskljs

“She could really help us out around here.” YOU AIN’T LYING.

“Us???” “Oh, right....you fired me.” “Well you broke the oath.” he sounds like such a pouty manchild akjslkjskj

wow hen ur already on a first name basis with your boss

i don’t know why i’m just pointing this out

homeboy was calling him Ray within a few hours ajlkjsklsj

Hen was so happy when Ray hired him back :))))))

DAWWWW HEN X RAY JUST SHARED THE CUTEST HUG!!!!!!!!

Char: “Cough cough cough.” lolol

“What are you going to do about Charlotte???” “UUUuuuuuUUUggggGGGhhhHHH well, she knows you’re KD. She knows who I am. She knows where the Man Cave is because you brought her down here!” I laughed so hard here. poor Hen was too excited about his job well done so he just took Char into their super secret hideout akljslk

“Sooooooo what does that mean?” “That we either have to kill you, erase your brain, or give you a job.”

REALLY RAY. REALLY. YOU’RE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR SIDEKICK’S TRUSTWORTHY BFF SPILLING YOUR SECRET, BUT WHEN A VILLAIN. WHO. WANTS. TO. DESTROY. YOU!!!!! ESCAPES WITH BOTH YOUR IDENTITIES, YOU JUST LET HER GO???? YOU NEVER TRY TO FIND HER AGAIN???? TF?????

“I vote job.” “We can really erase her brain???” “Dude!” cuties

“Alright, she can have a job here--” *C x H celebrate* “--IF--” *C x H jump* “--she can pass the pickle test.” *C x H share similar ‘tf???’ expressions* 

BORK!!! MY MAN!!!! (i just realized Gooch wasn’t in this one)

I wish they’d give Bork more of a role. :( they just have him kind of....grunt....and that’s all.

I do like in the green finger ep where he just dumps Ray out of the shopping cart though bc same jkajlskjl (Ray was being such a baby in that ep and I would’ve done the same)

“You have to prove you’re clever enough to work for CM.” “I found the phone shark.” “Well anyone could do that.” “Not you two.” “Well, you know what--” “Okay, let’s not go there.” aksjdlkj

not gonna lie, when Ray was like, “get the pickle out” the first thing I thought of--before Char did it--was to just break the jar alkjslksj great minds think alike, Char ;)))

“How much time does she have?” “Exactly five min--” *shatters the jar* “Here’s your pickle.”

“That was Bork’s favorite jar.” pfffff

“So, wait, is Charlotte hired???” “Yeah....yeah she’s hired.”

they’re little celebratory high-five was too. cute. 

i love my smol happy bbs

Henry being all excited to show her the tubes :)))))

“Hug me.” *side-eyes him* “Just trust meee.” CLASSIC CHENRY MOMENT AJLKSJLSKJ

BORK COMING BACK TO GET HIS JAR AND SEEING IT BROKEN AJKLSJSLK THAT DRAMATIC LOOK OFF INTO THE DISTANCE WHILE A SINGLE TEAR FALLS DOWN HIS CHEEK. GET THIS MAN AN OSCAR ALKJLSKJ

Piper scrubbing J’s feet lolol that’s karma, P.

another wholesome episode that left me all smiley and happy :)))))

i love early Henry. he was such a little cutie who was excited about everything

there was some GREAT Char content this ep---she was one of the biggest parts

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[parkjmini]

Precarious // 8

mafia!bts: park jimin precarious: adj. dangerously insecure or unstable Psychotic, that’s how he viewed himself. He was a precise hitman who never made a mistake, until now. Set on an all kill mission, he brings back more than just blood stains. word count: 2710 warnings: explicit language, violence, drugs

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im back from hiatus (-: AND i thought id surprise yall with a chapter of Precarious finally after all these long, waited months anD I made this one a little longer as a treat bc i never update this story )-: 

“Where the fuck have you been all day?” Jungkook pushed Jimin’s chest as he walked through the door. He didn’t respond. You, shyly, tried to hurry pass into Jimin’s room. 

“(Y/N), stay.” Jin offered and patted the seat next to him on the couch. Everyone watched as you scurried quickly next to Jin, your head ducking down. It always scared you when all seven of them were gathered together, especially with Namjoon in the room. He terrified you the most.

Peering up, you saw Jimin taking small peaks in your direction. He was leaning coolly against one of the columns. Namjoon stood more in the middle, orchestrating everything. “We have a big shipment tonight. A big expensive shipment.” There was an evil shine over his eyes as he spoke.

“Why can’t Hoseok and Yoongi handle it themselves?” V asked, addressing J-Hope and Suga as their real names. They often tried to call each other by their aliases because you were around, but there was always someone who falters through. V --- Taehyung --- was the one to always forget. He’s messed up enough for you to catch all of their real names. 

Steam came out of Namjoon’s ears and his lips remained in a thin line. He exhaled sharply, obviously annoyed with Taehyung’s statement. “Did you not just hear me say it was a big and expensive shipment? Do you think I am an idiot to allow only two of my men to transport when goons are everywhere trying to get their hands on the same stuff? When did we decide that it was okay to question me?”

“Do you want to die, V?” Jin slapped the back of Taehyung’s head. The young boy groaned in pain and apologized. Yoongi merely scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

It seemed like Jin was second in command. He was very close with Namjoon and cared for him deeply. You figured out that he was the oldest among all the men. Jin had a bad case of rambling and making small talk.

“Pick up is at 2 AM at the loading docks. There will be two trucks filled with drugs, one arriving at 1:30 AM and the other arriving five minutes after. That’s where we come in. Get on those trucks and complete the exchange.” Namjoon paced and Hoseok leaned back casually in the couch.

“We’re hijacking them?” Jungkook asked.

“Why the big surprise, it’s not the first time you’ve done it.” Namjoon tossed two cream colored folders on the coffee table. Yoongi was quick to shuffle through the papers.

What he said next ran a shiver down your spine, “we’re messing with the cartel? This is going to be fun.”

“No live witnesses. Take care of it.” Namjoon eyed Jungkook and Jimin. They both nodded, but Jimin seemed out of it. 

Namjoon scanned the room and he walked towards you. “Stay here and watch the house.”

“I love house watching---” the minute that left your mouth, you regretted it. You decided it wasn’t the brightest idea to sass the man everyone was afraid of. “I’ll stay.” You gulped.

He grinned and turned back to everyone else. “Times ticking.” He headed for the door and everyone started to spring up to follow.

However, Jimin began strutting towards you. Jungkook, puzzled, stopped him and shook his head. He shoved him off and Jungkook stared at his partner make his way to you.

You met him halfway, near the stairs up to the open front door. He automatically wrapped his arms around your waist. He head rested in the crook of your neck. You closed your eyes to soak in his embrace. “Be careful.” You whispered into his ear. He nodded into your shoulder. 

Opening your eyes, you saw Jungkook glaring at the two of you. “Lover boy, we need to go. Now.”

Jimin kissed your cheek before letting you go and running out the door. The mansion was empty and you stood in their grand living room alone.

You missed Jimin already.

Jimin threw his hoodie in the corner of the van. He tied his bandanna around his face. His black t-shirt clung loosely to his skin. He stared out the window, thinking about the kiss you two shared earlier that night. He has never felt so warm inside. He loved how soft your lips were and how perfect they seemed to fit.

He didn’t want to leave you alone at the house, partly because he was uneasy about you sneaking out and leaving him forever. He didn’t know how you felt about him, but he had made his actions clear. He really liked you.

“So you fucking her now?” Jungkook whispered. Jimin snapped his head to see Jungkook’s dark brown eyes staring. He couldn’t see the rest of his expression because of his bandanna.

Jimin was thankful that no one else heard the kid speak. He shook his head. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it? You’re in love with her and she’s in love with you?” Jungkook rolled his eyes. 

“No. She makes me feel different, safe almost.” 

Jungkook threw off his hoodie as they approached the dock. “That’s ironic. The only danger you encounter is yourself, Jimin.”

The vehicle came to a stop. Clicks of a loaded gun filled the dark car. Namjoon counted down with his fingers. 1... 2... 3... 

Then the doors slid open and everyone ran out. Jimin hurried behind the large loading tanks, closest to the entrance. The time ticked to 1:30 AM and right on cue, a big truck crept up slowly. There were two people visible to Jimin. There was the driver and someone in the passenger seat. Jimin turned around and spotted Jungkook a few feet away. He nodded and signaled for Jimin to go.

The passenger was the person closest to Jimin. Pointing the gun, he aimed directly for his chest as he stepped down from the tall vehicle. In seconds, he fell to the ground. Jimin sprinted to the other side and opened the door to the driver’s seat. Everything happened so quickly. The driver fell from the seat in a blink and soaked in his own pool of blood. 

Namjoon came from Jimin’s left and pulled himself up into the trunk. He jogged to the back of the truck and Hoseok was already latched on. He was undoing the lock with incredible skill. Taehyung rolled a smoke bomb and voice erupted from inside the trunk.

Hoseok slid the entire back up and exposed the stacks of drugs along with the several cartel members. They were coughing at the sudden suffocation of air. Jimin took his chance and shot repeatedly, seeing red.

People began running from behind the tanks and attacked Hoseok and Taehyung. Jimin wasn’t registering the surprise ambush. He shot at their heads. Hoseok, taking the opportunity after almost being strangled to death, shot Taehyung’s attacker in the face.

It was suddenly 3 against 5 as more slowly appeared. Namjoon didn’t hesitate to step on the gas. Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok jumped onto the truck before it was too late. They were all shooting at the others who tried to stop them.

“Did you know?” Taehyung asked, panting. 

“No clue. I guess they were expecting us.” Hoseok shrugged nonchalantly. Jimin watched as the second truck pulled up and Jungkook, Jin, and Yoongi repeated the same offence. They were becoming smaller and smaller as they drove away.

Suddenly, they were swerving and a sharp turn caused them to topple over onto the dead bodies. “What the hell, Namjoon..”

You wandered the vacant house, swinging yourself around the large columns in the living room. Your mind replayed your sweet moment with Jimin, forgetting that a feeling like this had existed. There was a time before this mess when you were happy. You didn’t think you’d feel it being with him, of all people.

It was almost foreign. This feeling of joy and wanting to be with someone. Your stay here had been long and difficult. It was not the life you had ever wanted, but it had to be something you had to deal with. And Jimin was there to guide you through it, along with his own repressed insecurities in his own mind.

However, your emotions were skewed, almost lost. It died along with your family. It felt wrong to be revived, mainly because your family couldn’t have the same chance. You hoped that you’d be okay one day and that Jimin was going to be there to heal with you.

Your mindless swinging stopped when you heard a car pull up and there was hushed chatter outside the door. Hiding, you crouched behind the large couch and held your breath.

There was loud, whispered yelling. Multiple voices echoed and you grew extremely terrified, your palms becoming slick with sweat. Your heart thumped loud enough for you to hear it in your ears. It couldn’t have been them; it was too early.

You waited and the voices stopped once they reached the door. The latches came undone, swiftly, and the figures staggered in. The lights flicked on and it revealed to be the gang.

Namjoon spotted you right when he entered and chuckled a little. “Next time, find a better hiding spot.” Everyone flooded in and you got up to see where Jimin was, but he never entered in.

“Where’s Jimin?” You asked frantically, looking past the weary expressions and shifty eyes.

“I told you she’d ask.” Jungkook groaned. “She’ll never notice he’s missing, yeah right. They’re practically attached to one another.” He rolled his eyes, for the hundredth time that night.

“Jin, handle it.” Namjoon ordered and Jin escorted you over to an empty room.

Jin’s concern expression didn’t sit well with you and you shook your head, assuming the worse. “Is he dead?” You asked, teary eyed.

He tilted his head and laugh a little. “No, Jimin? Dead? No way. There were detectives at the location and Jimin was bait.”

“He’s in custody?! And you all let him get caught? What is going to happen to him? Is he going to jail? ---”

“---Why do you care so much about what happens to him?” Jin cut your frantic questions and you blinked blankly at him, unsure as to how to explain yourself.

“Uh-- I--- well, I don’t know. Maybe because I worry for him.” You refused to make any further eye contact, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Why do you worry about a horrendous man who murdered your family and kidnapped you? Why care for a killer?” Jin pressed on and you leaned against the wall, searching for any way to counter his claims.

“Why did he let a rich, self entitled brat live when she was destined to be killed… by him? I guess we both have questions we can’t seem to find answers to.” You sighed and the young man before you smiled devilishly. “Now, moving on to questions that can be answered: what is going to happen to him and why was it him?”

“It was Namjoon’s orders and Jimin listens to him like a lost puppy, trying to seek comfort in a dark world. Jimin will be set on bail, which we’ll pay to get him out. He’s only going to spend a night in a cell at the station and then he’ll be back in your arms, babe.” 

“All the while detectives grill him the entire night and hope that he breaks. That’s emotionally damaging.” The image of a stone-faced Jimin sitting alone in an interrogation room popped in your head, chills running down your spine.

“This entire lifestyle is emotionally damaging, you would know, wouldn’t you?” Jin taunted and patted your shoulder.

“I don’t think people want to join the mafia. Majority are forced, sometimes it’s their only option.” You groaned and stomped your way to Jimin’s room. Jumping onto his big, empty bed, you filled it up with your warmth. Your sad heart fell to the ground after being lifted, hoping that Jimin was okay.

“Why were you there? Was Kim Namjoon there with you as well?” The officer nailed Jimin repeatedly for the past two hours, however, he did not budge. He stared straight ahead like he was trained to do and he ignored every comment made towards him.

“He’s not talking and the bail has been posted.” His partner squeezed the bridge of his nose in distress and frustration.

“Fuck! We had them this time. What were you doing at the docks!?” The older officer screamed at Jimin’s face and Jimin only responded back with a blink.

“Maybe we need leverage.”

“Check the files, see what you can dig up.” He commanded and hurried to shuffle through the piles of manila colored folders.

The younger deputy cleared his throat and pointed at a paper out of Jimin’s view. “There was a murder of a family, did you have anything to do with that?”

“It was a family of four, but the daughter is missing. You didn’t do your job correctly, did you? She’s out there somewhere and when we find her, you and your entire mafia is going down.”

Jimin’s eyes shifted nervously and he lost his cold hard expression.

“Where is the girl, Park Jimin? You seem to be uneasy at the mention of her.” They continued to crack him further and Jimin gulped. He hated how they mentioned you and the sheer percent of fear set in his system. Jimin wanted to protect you, away from all your troubles. However, he was unaware of how to do so and acted too hastily.

You were his special secret, the only thing that brought him serenity and comfort. He couldn’t let anyone use you; he was not letting anyone have the chance to rob you away. He was genuinely afraid of losing his only happiness.

“I hope you never find her.” Jimin finally spoke and the two men stared at him in disbelief.

“So he speaks?” The older man groaned sarcastically.

“Boss! Bail has been paid, he’s out.” Someone opened the door and yelled inside. Jimin held out his cuffed hands to be released and the frustration in their faces brought him delight. Nonetheless, he remained wary at the mention of you.

He was unsure how much longer he could control himself. There was too big of an affect on him and he needed to shut them down; you interfered with his work. But he didn’t want to repress his feelings anymore. He had forgotten how nice it felt to feel loved or love someone else. Confused and conflicted, he walked out of the station to be greeted with Jin leaning against the car.

“You look horrible. Rough night?” Jin jumped at the sight of Jimin. He shook his head and slumped his heavy body into the vehicle and Jin joined him.

“I have a surprise for you that will make you feel better.” Jin said and Jimin peered over, curiously wondering what could possibly make his miserable night better.

You popped up around Jimin, who sat in the passenger seat, and kissed his cheek. “Did they grill you that bad?” Your voice was sweet melody to his ears.

His heart almost leaped out of his chest at your touch and remained quick at your affection. “Surprise! I couldn’t leave her at home because she was being so persistent.” Jin groaned and started up the car.

Then Jimin remembered what the police had said, “we need to go. It’s a risk that she’s out here with roaming police all around.” He tried not to get mad, he held it in. His fists were clenched tightly at his lap and Jin was pulling out of the parking lot.

“We’re going to be fine. I’m not going anywhere without you, Jimin.” He unclenched his fists, his heart settling calmly in his chest. Your reassurance brought him comfort and made his anger disappear.

“I missed you.” Jimin breathed into the silence and your rosy cheeks accompanied you for the ride back to the mansion. “You should be asleep at this hour.”

“I couldn’t sleep in an empty bed. It’s better with you in it anyways.” You smiled, in return, causing a light pink to dance across Jimin’s cheeks under the morning dew.

[drxcodormixns]

Tutors and Tutees

Remus Lupin x Reader

Request: hi i love everything you write so much!! could you possibly do something with remus where the reader is super sassy and sarcastic and stuff and she needs a tutor, so remus is assigned to be the tutor and whenever hes trying to help her, her sass just comes out bc shes so embarrassed to need help but remus is always so calm and she secretly thinks remus is cute and everything and just like a cute ending maybe? thank you so much! (sorry this is so long lol)

“Oi! Moony!” The loud noise jolts Remus out of his trancelike state and he turns around irritably.

“What, Prongs? We’re in class, I know the concept of learning is hard for you to grasp, but -”

James flashes him a satisfied, and therefore thoroughly infuriating, smirk. “Don't give me that bullshit, Moony, you know that Pads and I are acing this class.” With the same shit eating grin on his face, he leans forwards slightly, resting his elbows on their shared desk. “And so are you. But you know, mate, you won't be if you keep staring at -”

Remus eyes widen to the size of saucers and he slaps a large hand over James’ still smiling mouth. “Not so loud!” He whispers frantically, glancing around to see if anybody heard, but the only person eyeing the two is Lily Evans, who looks rather disgusted by their behavior. “Are you trying to ruin my chances with…”

He trails off, opting to not finish his sentence, even when James raises his eyebrows at him expectantly. He feels rather than hears James’ lips moving against his hand, muttering the last word he was so reluctant to say out loud. Y/N.

Sighing, Remus snatches his arm away from James and ducks behind his cauldron. “Am I really that obvious?”

James simply shrugs in response, finally directing his attention back to Slughorn, just in time to catch him ending his lecture. “... a 700 word essay on the anti-drowsiness properties of the potions we discussed in class today!”

With a smile and a wave of Slughorn’s hand, chatter in the classroom resumes, the students excited at the prospect of 2 class free days ahead of them. Remus lags behind the rest, his eyes fixed on the back of a certain young witch who approaches Slughorn’s office, a rather nervous expression coloring her features. As she disappears through the doorway, Remus releases a huge breath he didn't realize he was holding. Still taking an extraordinary amount of time to pack up his cauldron, he begins his daily mental routine of cursing himself for being too awkward to make a move.

“... I agree, Miss Y/L/N, I think a tutor would be most -” Slughorn’s booming voice stops short when both he and Y/N re-enter the room only to find Remus looking like a deer caught in the headlights of oncoming traffic.

“Did you have a concern too, Mr. Lupin?” Slughorn asks, not unkindly at all, and Remus shakes his head frantically in response.

“I - I was just…” he gestures to his still unpacked cauldron lamely and scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Why do things like this only happen to me?” He thinks, refusing to lift his head and meet Y/N’s eyes.

“This certainly is the perfect turn of fate!” Slughorn says with a hearty chuckle, then turns back to Y/N. “I think Mr. Lupin would be the perfect tutor for you, don't you agree?” Without waiting for a response, Slughorn begins making his way back towards his office with another kind smile towards Remus. “I'm sure it will be beneficial to the both of you!”

Thesound of the office door closing is amplified to the volume of a gunshot in the quiet that follows that pronouncement. Remus slowly raises his head to finally look at Y/N. Their eyes meet, prompting both of them to start blushing furiously.

Remus gulps and opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Y/N spins around and practically runs towards the classroom door.

“See you at the library,” she mumbles, then disappears, leaving Remus all alone, gaping after her.

With a firm push, Remus watches the ornate library door swing open in front of him. No matter what he does, he can't seem to quell the nerves bubbling up inside of him. Glancing around nervously, he finally spots his tutee, sitting at a table in the farthest corner of the library.

“H-hello,” he stammers, then immediately begins cursing himself for the unsteadiness of his voice. He realizes he needn't have worried, though, because Y/N looks up with an equally nervous smile and moves her books to the side.

“I'm sorry that you got roped into this,” she says. After a lighting fast glance to Remus’ face, she turns her head back to the table to stare at her pile of books, making herself immensely busy with the task of finding her potions text. “I know tutoring isn't all that fun.”

In a rather valiant effort to lessen the tension, Remus grins shakily and bends down to retrieve his own book from his bag. “It's alright - at least I finally get to spend time with you.”

The second those words leave his mouth, Remus stills. Anybody walking by would find the scene quite comical - a frozen boy, hunched over, eyes the size of small moons - but the frozen boy in question would have given anything to take back those words.

“I - I mean - of course, I don't - what I meant was -” Remus pauses for a second before continuing, his voice in a noticeably higher register than usual. “Let’s start, shall we?”

After just half an hour, Remus can already recognize the problem. It's not that Y/N is dumb; on the contrary, she's quite intelligent. But she does tend to get… frustrated when she doesn't immediately grasp a concept, no matter how difficult. And when she gets frustrated, her natural sass emerges.

Not that Remus minds. He actually finds it rather endearing.

“No, see, you have to add the -”

“The larvae after the venom, I know.” Y/N sighs and rubs her head tiredly, gazing down at the book between them. “Let's stop for today - it's almost dinner time anyway, isn't it?”

Glancing down at his watch in surprise, Remus voices his assent and moves to grab his textbook from the table. Before he can, though, Y/N gently places her hand on his wrist, making him stop short.

“I'm sorry for snapping at you so much,” she says, her voice soft. Remus barely hears her words at first, his focus completely on her hand touching his, but her meaning sinks in when he registers the apologetic tone of her voice.

“W-what?”

“Every time you tried to help me, I just - god, I’m a terrible person.”

Remus shifts closer to Y/N, suddenly desperate to make her feel better. “You aren't! Y/N, you're incredibly clever. Don't feel bad - I thought it was cute.”

Y/N snaps her gaze up to meet Remus’ again, only to find him frozen again. “You…”

Remus gulps, making her giggle. “I - what I meant to -”

“I think you're cute too, Remus,” Y/N says, beaming at the boy in front of her. He glances down at the table with a smile, and she suddenly realizes that she never let go of his hand - but she's in no rush to do so.

[parkjmini]

dangerous waters (m) | pkjm

fratboy!jimin smut a sleazy fratboy thinks he could get any girl he wants, until he meets you word count: 2774 genre: smut SMUT!! SMUT!! S MU T  warning: sleazy jimin, dom!jimin, explicit language, oral

[a/n]: you’ve been warned!!! this is mature content read at own risk !! this is my FIRST smut EVER !! i apologize in advance if its super bad and super cringe like i have no idea wtf i was doing, i just wrote and props to ppl who write smut bc that shit is hard 

You had a huge biochemistry lab the next morning, a calculus test right after, and a literature lecture after bunch. Instead of studying for your classes and sleeping early, you were at some random fraternity party that your friend, Hoseok, dragged you to.

Parties weren’t ever really your scene. You were, a lack for a better term, a goody two shoes. You enjoyed staying in and reading. Cafes, libraries, and parks were your favorite places. You were an overall excellent student, almost top of the class with outstanding remarks. You studied whenever you had the chance to, it was the only way you were able to keep up with classes.

You weren’t completely cookie cutter though. Occasionally, you went to parties when workload was minimal and you didn’t despise frats/sororities. Some of your friends were in sororities and you usually went to their parties, not anyone you were unfamiliar with.

However, Hoseok begged you to join him at the campus’ most popular fraternity’s party. That specific frat had the cutest, hottest boys. They maintained the highest number of hook ups in one night and parties in one week. You avoided them at all cost because even though they were attractive, they were all assholes. 

Their parties were usually majority guys and a sprinkle of girls. You were extremely hesitant, but Hoseok wouldn’t stop messing up your lecture notes until you gave in.

“Geez, Hoseok. There are literally no girls here.” You whispered as you made your way to the kitchen. His laugh was barely audible over the heavy music they were playing. 

“They’re probably all upstairs..” He paused and pointed to the closed rooms. “In the rooms.” 

“That’s so gross.” You rolled your eyes and poured yourself a drink. Their fruit punch was spiked and you almost puked at the first sip. “This is gross.”

“Your tongue becomes numb after a few more sips.” Hoseok’s head darted towards the door. A small group of girls from the sorority down the street had entered. “Enjoy yourself, (Y/N).” He smirked before heading towards them.

“Hoseok---” It was too late. You lost your only friend to the crowd. Glancing around, you noticed that people were either drinking, smoking, or dancing. You weren’t really into any of that. You were regretting your decision of showing up.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around your waist and spun you around. Your back was up against the side of the island in the kitchen. “Hey baby, I’ve never see you before. Is this your first time here?”

His brown eyes were eating you up as he scanned you from head to toe. You pulled the ends of your short dress down, trying to over up as much as your thighs as possible. “Yeah.” You mumbled.

He had a broad chest and his thighs were suffocating in his tight black pants. His arms were defined and bulged out of his white short sleeve. His hot body was pressed against yours and you tried to wiggle out of the tight space.

“I’m Jungkook.” He smiled. 

“And I’m leaving.” You lightly shoved him enough to get his body off of yours. 

“Oh, we’ll have fun. I promise.” His forearm trapped you to the island again. 

“You’re trying so hard, Kook.” Another boy laughed as he walked over and shoved Jungkook’s shoulder. He had fluffy black hair and soft cheeks. He was a little shorter than Jungkook, but shared the same thick thighs.

“Let’s see if you can get this one to budge, Jimin.” Jungkook chucked and walked off.

“How about you and I go somewhere quieter?” Jimin had the sexiest gaze. Something about him reeked of sex appeal. You had self control, however, and shook your head. “A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be alone at a party like this.”

“You’re right. I should go. I have a lot of studying to do.” You scoffed. At this point, you didn’t care that you sounded like a complete loser. You just wanted to stop all these thirsty boys from mentally undressing you.

“Oh, you’re one of Dorm J girls.” Jimin smirked. How did he know what dorm section you lived in? “You girls are always the hardest to crack.” 

“What?” You almost choked as he ran his hand through his hair.

“How did you find yourself here, baby? They’re rarely ever at one of our parties. Did you come with a friend or did you lose yourself on the way to the study hall?” He was slowly getting on your nerves.

You crossed your arms and tilted your head, adding a little sass to your movements. “I don’t know what stigma your frat or you have against us, but we aren’t just nerds who study all night.” That was ultimately a lie. You knew if you weren’t here, you would be studying.

“Did I offend you? You girls are usually very easily riled up. Did you not do well on a test today?” You weren’t sure what bothered you more, the horrible smirk on his face or the sarcasm in his words.

“You’re a no good frat boy who parties all night and probably got in to college because you have money. Sorry that I’m actually smart enough to get in without daddy’s money.” You rolled your eyes the hundredth time that night. Your heart sank as you saw a curious eyebrow raise. He smiled and nodded knowingly.

“I like the way daddy rolls off of your tongue. That was vulgar, Dorm J. You were really looking to hurt me, weren’t you? How many more vulgar words can I get you to say to me?” He chuckled menacingly. You gasped, not expecting his type of response. A light pink dance across your cheeks as you could no longer put up your front.

“I-I have a name.” You stuttered, your nervousness getting the best of you.

His face brightened up at how small your voice had become, “I do too and I’d love to hear you moan it all night.” 

You cleared your throat at his foul language. You weren’t having any of it. If he said one more thing to you, you’d get too weak in the knees to even stand correctly. You weren’t sure what made him so charming and alluring. It might’ve been the way he was staring at you with his lust filled eyes or how he licked his plumped lips after he sipped his drink.

“Red is a nice color on you, babygirl.” His voice turned raspy and low. He was teasing your natural blush and your hands immediately cupped your cheeks.

“I’m not your babygirl or your baby. You don’t get to refer to me as Dorm J because I fit the stereotype you’ve created. My name is (Y/N) and I’d appreciate it if you treated me like a decent human being rather than a piece of meat.” 

“(Y/N).” Jimin had to say it in the most seductive way. Your heart quicken at how much you loved hearing him say it. “What a pretty name. I’m Jimin. You’re really hot when you yell at me. Were you a part of a debate team?” You were.

“M-Maybe. Why?” Your eyebrows knitted.

“Because... so was the last girl I hooked up with from Dorm J.” He snickered. You crossed your arms and began walking away.

He grabbed onto your elbow and lightly pushed you back against the counter. “Oh, (Y/N), take a joke.” 

“It wasn’t funny.” You grumbled, melting at his touch. 

“You know what is though?” 

You blinked up at his gorgeous face, his plump lips twitched into his signature smirk, “what?”

“That you were still talking to me. You obviously have interest in me too, baby, or you would’ve pushed me off like how you did to Jungkook.”

You gulped. You didn’t think he was that observant. A huge part of you wanted to give up and kiss him already, but the small voice in your head knew he was dangerous waters.

“Why don’t you go talk to some other girls? I’m boring Dorm J and I’m being difficult anyways.” You thought maybe he’ll actually back off this time. You were talking him to his senses.

He merely shook his head, his hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer to his pelvis. “You don’t understand, do you? I like a challenge. I want you. I can tell by the way your eyes keep darting that you want me too, so go ahead, (Y/N). Just kiss me. Show me what a good girl can do.”

His words were so convincing and you can no longer hold in the heat at the pit of your stomach. You dove in, attacking his lips passionately. Your hands were holding his small face as you devoured him.

His hands were eagerly pulling your waist closer towards him, trying to find any friction. You placed your hand on his chest when you felt his tongue enter your mouth. Pulling away, you ducked your head out of embarrassment.

“Let’s go somewhere more private, okay?” He picked up your chin, lovingly. His eyes were incredibly thirsting over you. Jimin lead you upstairs to an empty room. He locked the door and walked towards you.

“I barely even know your name..” You were beginning to doubt yourself, trying to find the small voice to save you.

“You’ll be very familiar with my name by the end of tonight. I won’t let you forget it.” He gently pushed you against the door. Distracting you with a kiss, his hand traveled down to slid your dress up your thighs.

He pushed the tight fabric up until it rested on your hips. He rubbed you through your cotton panties, causing you to squeal a little. His kiss drank up your inaudible noises. Your hands held onto his wrist when you started to feel yourself get wet. You hated how easily your body reacted to his touch.

“Let’s see how wet you really are.” He smirked and kneel down in front of you. His face directly facing your panties. You bit your lip, driving him crazy as you watched him slide your underwear off your hips. 

You were soaked, a string of your lubrication detached from the cloth as he pulled them down. A low growl came from the back of Jimin’s throat as he saw your pussy aching to be touched. “Fuck, baby. If I knew you were this wet, I would’ve brought you up sooner.”

He waited though, trying to see how much longer he could drag the anticipation. Jimin placed your leg over his shoulder and his face came close to your exposed flower. His hot breath panted over your clit as you groaned for him to do something, anything.

“What’s my name?” He asked, innocently. His big eyes waiting for your answer. Jimin ruined you before he actually touched you. You were like pudding in his arms and his sensual expressions killed you.

You licked your lips, and barely made out, “Jimin.” 

He pulled your skin taunt toward your waist and you shuddered a little. “The music’s too loud, I don’t think I heard you. Come again?” He teased. Jimin saw how desperate you wanted him. Your cheeks were flushed and your mouth was slightly gaped open. You stared down at him with hooded eyes and your hand had to grip onto the door handle.

You looked so hot and bothered, it took a lot of self control for him not to shove his face into you. “Jimin.” You said louder.

“What a good girl.” He mocked you, but you didn’t have enough strength to argue back. His tongue licked your clit once. Your body shook and he had to use his free hand to push your waist into the door. He repeated his motion, licking and sucking at your sensitive bud. 

The sensations drove you insane. Your clit was more exposed due to the fact that Jimin was pulling your skin taunt --- a tighter feeling. Your hips fought against the pressure of his hand and slowly grind more into his face.

He was watching you unfold right under his tongue. He moaned at the feeling of your hips greedy for more of him. He started to insert two of his fingers, curling up into you instantly.

“Jimin!” You gasped, the feeling at the pit of your stomach building. You pushed his head up into you more and his fingers quicken, pounding and curling inside of you. 

The more he continued, the closer you were to your high. Your eyes were shut at this point, ready to release yourself. However, Jimin wasn’t going to let you cum that easily. 

He removed his fingers and got up. His chin was covered in your lubrication and he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Don’t you taste good, babygirl? Much better than that fruit punch downstairs.”

Jimin pushed you onto the full sized bed that sat in the middle of the room. He forced your legs open with his knee and settled between your legs again.

“Please, Jimin. Just let me cum.” You whined. A spark shined in his dark eyes and he kissed your inner thighs.

“Maybe. I mean you were being very difficult with me earlier. I don’t know if you deserve it.” He pouted and he held your legs further apart. You whimpered at his actions. “I love your little sounds, baby. Why don’t you call my name louder, so Jungkook can hear you downstairs.”

His tongue slipped into your dripping hole. “Fuck! Jimin!” You moaned and arched your back into the mattress. Jimin knew how to catch you off guard. His warm tongue drove you hysterical, causing your nails to dig into the sheets.

He savagely ate you out, as if he was starving. Jimin was excellent with his tongue, he knew how to work it. The thing pushing you to your edge were his stares though. He never broke eye contact when his face was bury into your pussy.

His orbs were dark and sexy, silently observing how he got you all worked up. His groans mixed with your airy gasps and the room grew hotter with every passing minute. He licked you up and down, flicking quickly at your throbbing clit. 

Jimin’s fit his fingertips into your hole, only allowing you to feel just enough. He pulled them all the way out, then aggressively back in. He repeated this motion, along with his rapid licks. “Uh, shit. Babygirl, you’re so wet for me.”

“I’m so-- close.” You exhaled sharply, your body shuddering at your approaching climax. At your warning, Jimin’s arms hook under your thighs and pulled you closer to his face. His nose was pressed up against your skin as you felt every hard, desperate lick. His hooded eyes watched your crumbling figure in front of him --- a new scene he couldn’t get enough of. 

“Cum, baby, ride my face. Let me taste how good you are.” Jimin chanted on and your hips shamelessly grind against his warm muscle. 

“I’m cumming, Jimin! Oh my--!” A beam of white blurred your mind as the intense pleasure began to rip through you. 

Your eyes were beginning to flutter shut, but he wasn’t going to allow that. “Look at me when you cum.” 

“Oh fuck.” You looked down at him, his face being squeezed between your shaking thighs. The sensations of his moving tongue rippled up your system and his brown eyes made you cum hard. 

You pulsated against him, your heat unraveling from a tight ball in your abdomen. The feeling of ecstasy and release exploded throughout your body, making it practically unbearable. You’ve never felt an orgasm that intense.

Jimin helped you ride out your high, until you absolutely couldn’t take the sensitivity anymore. He grabbed a napkin and wiped you up gently, an act that fluttered your heart a bit.

“That was fucking hot, I’ll admit.” He chuckled beautifully as he handed you your panties. Your eyes landed on the obvious tent in his pants and you cleared your throat.

“I guess I’ll get going now. I’ve got a lot of studying to do, right?” You taunted and pulled down your dress. Jimin let out another chuckle at your ridiculous attempt to mock him. 

However, you wanted to see him again and hoped that this ploy will get him to want to see you again as well. The dominance shifted, the tables have turned. 

“You owe me big time, Dorm J.” He groaned, a little mixture of sexual frustration and confusion. You seductively waved goodbye before joining the rowdy party again, leaving a rather flustered, yet aroused Jimin untouched. 

[a/n]: ok but forreal tho that gif is just so fitting w this im dying i love that gif || 

next part --> power trip