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krirebr · 2 months ago

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Still Life 2

Pairing: Alpha Curtis Everett x Omega Female Reader

Word Count: ~5.9k

Summary: Curtis has been volunteering as a foster alpha for three years now. He's never seen a case this bad...

Warnings: Heavy angst (with an eventual happy ending), past abuse (not Curtis), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, physical scarring, extreme sexism (both external and internal), adult themes, referenced past non-con (including but not limited to somnophilia, partner-sharing, and drugging), fear of non-con, the slowest burn I've done yet. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by me this time!

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A/N: Here am I, the angst fairy, coming to really bum you out right before Valentine's Day! You're welcome? 😂 But seriously, friends, this is a rough one, so please read the warnings and take care of yourself!

A huge thanks to @bigtreefest who talked through so much of this with me, and @stargazingfangirl18 who helped me figure out the particulars of how alpha/omega dynamics work in this world (both for this part and going forward)!

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. And if you need to come scream at me, that's ok too!

As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You should’ve expected this. It was exactly what they’d always said would happen. That the government abhorred personal freedom and one day they would come to try to take everything the alphas had built for themselves. They wanted to seize all the land and the guns and capture the omegas to sell them off to the highest bidder or put them in a breeding program.

But before, whenever the topic came up, whichever alpha was ranting against big government, be it Franco, Wilford, or your father, would inevitably turn to what would happen when the government pigs came to take what was theirs. The mindless troops would be met with guns and fire and pure alpha might. And they’d learn what happened when you messed with true alphas.

But that wasn’t what happened, was it? No. That wasn’t what led to you standing in the middle of your new alpha’s house. You should count yourself lucky, you supposed, that you hadn’t ended up in a breeding program—horror stories about those programs used to keep you up at night as a teenager. Stories whispered among the omegas, a reminder of how lucky you all were to be safe in the compound.

You hadn’t felt safe for a long time, but you weren’t sure you’d ever been in this much danger. You were completely on your own, given away to one of the biggest alphas you’d ever seen. Much bigger than Franco or Wilford. You’d never be able to fight him. He’d be able to hurt you even worse than either of them.

That was all you could think about as he showed you around his house. You didn’t know why he was bothering. You were sure you’d only need to know where his bedroom and the kitchen were.

But still, he showed you the living room, the bathrooms, a room he called his home office. It was outside of that room that he stopped and turned to you. “I work from home,” he said, his voice a steady rumble. “So I’ll be around if you ever need me. I just ask that you knock first before coming in if I’m working. Okay?”

“Yes, Alpha,” you said by rote, but your mind was racing. He would always be here. You’d never get a break. There’d be no way to hide anything from him. Even Franco had left the house every day to go about his business, whatever that was. Sure, you still had Martha trying to know all of your secrets, but as long as you did the chores and kept the pups out of her way, you could deal with her. And as much as you hated Franco’s First Omega, she was still better than him.

At the thought of your Alpha, you swore the mark on your neck throbbed. Where was he now? Locked up? Dead?? Did it even matter? He wasn’t actually your alpha anymore. He used to talk sometimes about how before civilization when it was everyone out for themselves in the wilderness and omegas were scarce, stronger alphas would kill weaker ones and steal their omegas, biting over the existing mark. He’d laugh when he described the ravaged state of an omega’s neck bearing mark after mark until she was finally captured by an alpha strong enough to keep her. He always looked at you when he said that last part, at your mark.

But he hadn’t been strong enough to keep you, had he? Not in the end. None of them had been.

The alpha had moved on down the hall and you scrambled to keep up with him. He stopped in front of a doorway, blocking your view inside. “This is my room,” he said.

You took a deep breath. Okay. It was time then. You could do this. You could be a good omega. You waited for him to move into the room so you could follow, but instead, he gestured to the room behind you. “And that one’s yours.”

It took you a moment to understand what he’d said. Then you slowly turned around, confused, to find a small bedroom. Without thinking, you took a few tentative steps inside. It was bright, the sun streaming in through the curtains. There was a bed in the center of the room, covered in a dove gray quilt with flowers stitched into it. There was a collection of dusty rose pillows covering the top third, in all sorts of shapes and sizes. A plush-looking chair in a similar color was tucked into the corner. There was a big window set into the far wall. Sheer curtains softly billowed over it. Two bins were stacked beneath it. Against the perpendicular wall, sat a short dresser made of dark wood, and next to it a small closet. Across from that, you could see a little ensuite bathroom. All of it was much nicer than the little room with the thin cots that you used to share with Martha and Emmy when any one of you wasn’t in Franco’s bed. You couldn’t understand why he was giving it to you. Just you. As far as you could tell, there weren’t any other omegas here. It was much too nice for you on your own.

You turned back to him, hoping to find some clues there, but he had the same vaguely soft look on his face he’d had since you’d first walked into the room at the center you’d first been brought to. You didn’t like that look, didn’t know what to do with it. It’d drop soon anyway. You knew it would. The waiting was the worst part.

You dropped your gaze when he cleared his throat. “There’s nesting supplies in those two bins under the window. With or without alpha scent. So you can go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”

You blinked at the two bins he’d gestured to. You didn’t understand what he wanted you to do, but you nodded anyway with a quiet, “Yes, Alpha.”

He hovered in the doorway, not taking even one step into the room. “Are you still hungry?” he asked.

You shook your head. He’d stopped and gotten you a breakfast sandwich on the way to his house and had let you eat it in his truck. You’d eaten it quickly so he couldn’t change his mind, extremely careful not to get any crumbs on his upholstery.

He sighed and you were gripped by panic that you may have disappointed him. You had no idea how you might have done that but this wouldn’t be the first time that an alpha’s expectations had been unknowable to you. But he didn’t say anything about it or make any move to punish you. You kept a wary eye on him anyway.

“Well,” he said, taking a step back into the hallway. “I have some calls to make and a little work to do. I know you’ve had a long night, so I’ll let you rest for a bit. But please come get me if you need anything.”

“Yes, Alpha,” you whispered, knowing for a fact that you would do absolutely everything you could not to disturb him. An omega’s job was to make her alpha’s life easier, to bring him pleasure. Omegas didn’t need things. They should never be that selfish. You would show this alpha how good you could be. To protect yourself, you’d do whatever you could.

He looked at you, a furrow between his brows, then just nodded and walked down the hall. You waited for a moment to make sure he didn’t come back. When he didn’t, you carefully made your way around the room. You placed your knapsack on the chair in the corner and took out the only other dress you’d managed to grab on your way out of Franco’s house to hang up in the closet. It looked pathetic, hanging by itself. You took off your shoes and placed them underneath it. Finally, you took the little friendship bracelet out of it’s hiding place at the bottom of the bag. You reverently set it on the dresser, the little ballerina charm Grace had managed to sneak into the house for you hanging off the wood.

You turned towards the two bins against the wall. The alpha clearly wanted you to do something with them but you had no idea what. You gingerly opened the first bin and were immediately hit by the strong scent of cedar and leather and alpha, the same scent that had engulfed you in his truck and subtly permeated this house. But this bin was like being slapped in the face with it. You couldn’t breathe. You closed it as fast as you could. You were even more cautious as you opened the second bin, but you weren’t struck by any strong scents as you removed the lid that time. You looked inside to find a collection of blankets and pillows. You carefully touched one to find the softest blanket you’d ever felt. Without thinking, you brought it out of the box and buried your face in it, as tears pricked at your eyes. You didn't want to cry anymore. It wouldn't change anything.

You pulled the blanket after you as you climbed onto the bed. You’d been awake for most of the last twenty-four hours and you could finally feel the adrenaline leeching out of you. The intense fear was still there, but it could no longer overpower your extreme exhaustion. You wrapped the blanket around yourself and quickly fell asleep.

You weren’t sure what exactly had woken you up, but your heart was already racing. Nightmares you couldn’t remember but could still feel were wrapped around you. You sat up and tried to force yourself to breathe. You weren’t in the compound anymore. You never would be again. You wished that could be a comfort to you, but now you were surrounded by unknown threats and dangers. You shouldn’t be so upset. This was just what happened to omegas. You’d been suddenly uprooted from your home before, dropped somewhere you didn’t know anything or anyone. It’d probably happen again. Especially if you didn’t do everything you could to please this alpha.

You wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself. It was one of the softest things you’d ever felt. You almost felt safe in this little cocoon you’d made yourself. Then you saw movement in the open doorway.

The alpha stood there, knocking softly on the door, something tucked under one arm. “Hey, I thought you might be awake,” he said, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard an alpha speak before. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, Alpha,” you said immediately, even as you felt that fear rising in your chest again. You didn’t know why he was asking.

He stopped and looked at you carefully, which made you shrink down as much as you could. He sighed with a small grimace. “On second thought, how ‘bout you come join me in the living room? Whenever you’re ready.”

He took off down the hall, and, after you’d carefully put the blanket away, you followed him. He stood in the middle of the cozy room. “Sit wherever you’d like,” he said.

You looked at the two plush couches and the recliner with panic. Was this a test? Was there a right answer? Where would he sit? You never would have sat before Franco. That would have gotten you in so much trouble. Was this alpha trying to trick you?

After a few moments, he softly called your name. “You can sit on that couch, if you want,” he said, gesturing to the larger of the two sofas. You let out a sigh of relief as you sat where he pointed. He sat on the other side of the same couch, giving you plenty of space, then took out what he’d been holding under his arm, revealing it to be a laptop, like Franco Jr used to have. He opened it and held it out to you. “You need more clothes. We have a stipend from the Center to get you the things you need so don't worry about the cost. Do you know how online shopping works?” You just sort of shrugged unsure of what the right answer was. You knew how to use a computer, but Franco had made sure none of his omegas ever had any access to his money, as was his right as the Alpha. “That’s fine,” he said, then showed you the buttons you needed to press to make an order. Then, inconceivably, he passed the computer over to you. “Pick out whatever you like, then if it’s all available at a local store, we’ll hopefully be able to get it delivered by tonight.” Then he sat back, giving you space.

You looked at the webpage in front of you, filled with dozens of pictures of models in different pieces of clothing. The title at the top of the page said Omega Loungewear, but as you scrolled down through the pictures, you couldn’t understand why. None of this was appropriate for omegas. There were leggings and shorts, t-shirts and tank tops, big baggy sweaters, something called bralettes that you couldn’t believe they were just showing pictures of right out in the open. There were some cotton dresses that might be ok, depending on what the alpha wanted, but he hadn’t told you. He wanted you to know. He wanted you to be good. To prove it. And everything was available in different colors and patterns and you didn’t know how many you were supposed to pick out or what he wanted or–

You hadn’t realized your breathing had picked up until he was kneeling in front of you. “Hey,” he said very gently, his hands held out in front of him but not touching you, “hey, it’s okay. You’re alright. Can you please tell me what’s going on?”

You gulped. You were being a stupid omega. This was why omegas shouldn’t make decisions. You lifted the laptop up and passed it back to him. “I don’t know, Alpha,” you said very quietly, nodding to the computer. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no need for apologies, it’s totally fine.” He stopped to think, then with a grimace and a sigh, “Would you like me to pick out some things for you and order them?”

You slumped in relief. He’d know what was okay for you to get. You wouldn’t have to guess. “Yes, Alpha. Thank you, Alpha.”

“That’s another–” he shook his head sadly. “You don’t– You don’t need to address me as alpha. You can call me Curtis, or, or anything. You can call me whatever you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

That was definitely a trick. Calling him anything other than Alpha was 100% not allowed. You had the marks on your body to prove it. Omegas might have been stupid, but you were smart for your kind and you wouldn’t fall for this just to be punished. After everything that had happened, you had more self-preservation than that.

“Yes, Alpha,” you said, your eyes on the ground.

He let out another heavy sigh. “Right,” he said, as he stood up. “I had lunch while you were sleeping, but I set some aside for you. Let me go get it, And then we can” he looked around, flaring his arms to the side, “I don’t know. Watch TV, I guess?”

“Yes, Alpha,” you said, quietly, still not looking at him.

He sighed again. This alpha sighed a lot. He was disappointed in you. He just stood there for a long moment. You could feel him looking at you. You sank back into the couch, trying to make yourself as small as possible. There was another sigh, then, “I’ll be right back.” He turned on the TV as he left the room, leaving the remote within your reach, but you didn’t dare touch it. Another trap.

Franco had had a big TV. He watched a lot of sports and news shows hosted by strong alpha men that talked about how the government was trying to strip alphas of their rightful power. Sometimes there were pretty blonde beta and omega women there to say the same thing. There were other news channels too, but they were all secretly owned by the government and only told lies.

When Franco was gone, Martha used to sneak into the living room to watch her stories while you and Emmy did chores or took the younger pups outside. You never joined her; she and Emmy would just yell at you for being lazy if you tried.

So, now, you did your best to ignore whatever was playing until a voice caught your attention. “On tonight’s Eyewitness News at 5, government agencies raid an alpha supremacist group calling themselves The Snowpiercer Collective–” You felt your heartrate pick up. On the screen were images of the compound—the storage barns, the meeting hall, Wilford’s house. Then video of the people in their tactical gear with initials you didn’t understand on their backs holding guns and–

You weren’t sure what had woken you up first, the dogs barking or the sound of guns being fired. Emmy was standing over you, her eyes wide with panic, while Martha screamed behind her for both of you to get your lazy asses moving and get the pups. You didn’t know what was going on. None of you had been in Franco’s bed that night, which meant your little room was full and you’d had to sleep on the floor while the other two claimed the cots. You were stiff and slow and confused as you tried to get moving, still half-asleep. As you cut through the living room to get to the pups’ rooms—you could hear the youngest ones sobbing—you saw that it was still pitch black out, but then the sky would briefly light up with a loud crack of whatever was being fired much too close to your home for comfort. What was happening? Who was there? Where was Franco? He’d left the night before to go play poker with some of the other alphas, so more likely than not, he’d passed out somewhere in the compound before he’d been able to drunkenly stumble home. It’d been a relief that night, but now it meant that you were all completely defenseless from whoever was attacking you.

The three of you gathered the children and tried to herd them out the back door, toward the entrance to the bunker that was about twenty feet behind the house. But as soon as you opened the door, you were met with a full SWAT team and everyone was screaming and their guns were pointed at you and–

“Shit!”

The alpha’s voice brought you back to the present. You were on the floor. You were in your new alpha’s house and you were on the floor. The TV was off and he was crouched in front of you, the remote still in his hand. Your face was wet, tears streaming down your cheeks. You weren’t in the compound anymore, but that didn’t make you feel any safer. He was trying to talk to you, saying something, his tone gentle, but you couldn’t process his words. You were scared and you were tired. And you knew it was bad, you knew it wasn’t what you should do, but you were out of energy and you couldn’t stop yourself from curling up into a ball on the floor and finally sobbing like you’d wanted to since you’d been put into the back of that SWAT van.

You weren’t sure if you woke up, so much as just came to. There was a blanket draped over you—it’d been on the couch, maybe—and a pillow pushed under your head. The alpha must have done it, but you couldn’t imagine him taking such care with you. You could hear the murmurs of a one-sided conversation coming from the other room.

You slowly sat up. Your eyes hurt and your mouth was dry. You were making a very bad impression on your new alpha. What must he think of you? You would have to work very hard over the next few days to show him that you did actually know how to be a good omega. You would do better.

The alpha took that moment to appear at the entrance to the living room. He held a phone to his ear. “I gotta go, Tanya. I’ll talk to you soon.” He put his phone in the back pocket of his jeans as he took a few steps into the room, then stopped. He stared at you and you dropped your gaze to the floor. You did your very best to keep your breaths even. It was always the worst with Franco when you couldn’t predict him, and you had no idea what this alpha would do.

He cleared his throat. “How are you feeling?” he asked quietly. Before you were able to figure out the best answer to that question, he shook his head. “No, that’s– that’s a stupid question, I know.” He crouched down so he was closer to your level while still several feet away. “Look, I can’t even imagine what you’ve been through, but I want to help you, ok? However I can, I’m here to help you.”

Your mind was racing. Why would he say that? To trick you, a little voice inside you said. That had to be it. Wilford had done that too. Pretended to be friendly and kind and helpful. Until he stopped pretending and you learned who he really was. You shivered at the memory of him. You’d learned your lesson. You wouldn’t be surprised again.

He stayed like that for a few moments, while you kept your head down and didn’t move. Finally he stood up. “I ordered some food. It should be here soon. And your clothes came. So if you want, you could put them away while we wait, and then join me in the kitchen for dinner?”

“Yes, Alpha,” you said quietly as you made yourself stand up. He followed suit and walked into the kitchen where he picked up two canvas bags with the same logo on them and handed them to you. You peered inside. You couldn’t see the shape of the clothes yet, but you could tell there were many items, all in soft pastel colors.

“I had to make some guesses on sizing,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “And, uh, well. It looks like the clothes you currently have maybe don’t fit you quite right? So. So these might feel different.”

You ducked your head. The dress you were wearing had been Martha’s. Your shoes had been Emmy’s. They pinched your toes. Being third omega meant having to make do with what you were given. Even as a kid, everything you’d had had belonged to your older sisters first. You didn’t think you’d ever been the first person to wear something.

You clutched the bags to your chest and whispered, “Thank you, Alpha,” before hurrying down the hall to the bedroom you’d been given. You checked each item as you put it away. Leggings, t-shirts, sweaters, shorts, all made from some of the softest material you’d ever felt. He wouldn’t have gone so far as to spend actual money if it was just a trick or a test, would he? You’d done what you were supposed to, you’d let him choose, so even though these weren’t the clothes you were used to, it’d be okay to wear them, wouldn’t it? You worried your bottom lip. He’d picked them out. This was what he wanted.

At the sound of the doorbell, you hurried back out and arrived in the kitchen as he approached the small table with a short stack of flat, square boxes. “I hope pizza’s okay,” he said. “I got a couple different kinds, so hopefully there’s something you like.”

You didn’t respond. You were good at taking what was given to you. You stood next to the table and waited as he arranged the boxes and put a plate in front of each of you. You didn’t sit down until he did. He opened one of the boxes and gestured to its contents. “Help yourself,” he said. You kept your hands in your lap until he placed a slice on his own plate. Then you grabbed one from the same box. Once he took a bite, you started eating. It was so good. Much better than the frozen pizzas you would occasionally have at the compound. And as soon as you started eating, you realized you were starving. You hadn’t really had lunch, distracted by your ridiculous freakout. You inhaled your first slice, then stared at the box, wondering if it was worth the risk to try to take more. The alpha must have seen you looking because he took two more pieces from the box and placed them on your plate. “Have as much as you want,” he said. “There’s plenty to go around.”

After a few more minutes of eating in silence, the alpha stood up abruptly, the back legs of his chair scraping loudly against the floor. You jumped in your seat and tried to make yourself small as he briefly loomed over you.

He moved to the counter and came right back with the little cardboard box the Omega at the center had tried to give you. You shrank back as he held it out to you. “I almost forgot,” he said, “here are the suppressants if you want to start taking them tonight.”

You froze. You tried to force your hand to take the pills from him, but your limbs refused to move. You remembered the first time you'd been sent to Wilford, the High Alpha, the little white pill he'd given you. “To help,” he'd said. But it'd just made you feel tired, loose, disconnected from your body. Defenseless when he'd– Or other times, different pills, different colors and shapes, that'd made you feel like you were going into heat even though it wasn't time yet. That'd made you need things you didn't actually want. And the way Wilford had smiled at you and–

Your new alpha was looking at you curiously, the pack of pills still in his hand, a mask of concern on his face. You needed to take it. An alpha was giving you something. You should take it. You should take it. You should take it. “What do they do?” you blurted out without meaning to. Oh god. You were in so much trouble.

All he did at first was blink at you. “What do suppressants do?” he repeated back to you, looking slightly surprised. He withdrew his hand and sat down. “They stop your heats, is the biggest thing, for however long you take them.”

Why– Your heats belonged to your alpha. The whole point of them, of you, was to give your alpha pleasure. And pups. Why would he offer this to you? “You want me to take them?” you whispered.

“I–” He hummed and scratched his beard. “I want you to do whatever makes you feel most comfortable.”

You looked at him as he made his face go completely blank. It was clearly another test and you weren't sure what the right answer was. Not just taking whatever pills he gave you was obviously bad. But if you had, you would have unknowingly denied him access to your heats, which was unforgivable. It was like you were being set up to fail. Maybe he was just looking for an excuse to punish you. Franco would sometimes do that too. You felt the flare of anger igniting in the pit of your stomach, but you took a deep breath to snuff it out. That would only get you in more trouble. You decided to commit to hopefully what was the lesser disobedience. “No, thank you, Alpha.”

He didn’t react for a moment and you were terrified you’d made the wrong choice. But his scent stayed mostly neutral and when he finally spoke, he just said, “Ok. That’s fine. But if you change your mind later, these will be here. And we can always talk about it again.”

You shook your head. You wouldn’t do that. You were good.

The alpha went to bed right after dinner, saying he was tired from having to wake up early to get you. You’d tried to apologize, but he looked at you funny, so you stopped.

Once he’d left you, you familiarized yourself with his kitchen, then did a thorough wipe down of the kitchen table, and swept underneath it.

When that was done, you retreated to the room he’d given you. There’d been some toiletries mixed in with the clothes he got for you, so you went into the little en suite and took a shower. It felt incredible, not having anyone banging on the door to get in next, or having to worry about using all of the hot water. For everything that was bad and scary about this situation, the chance at being a First Omega wasn’t one of them. Sure, you’d be the sole focus of your alpha’s attention, at least until he got another one, but it came with its perks too.

After your shower, you put on some of the new clothes. They were soft and cozy, cozier than anything you’d ever worn before. Then you climbed into the bed. You’d been so exhausted that morning that you hadn’t noticed much about it, but now, you felt like you were lying on a cloud. And it was so big, just as big as Franco’s bed. You’d be able to really stretch out in it when you were alone.

But would you be alone tonight? You got off the bed to peek out of the room to see that the alpha’s door was closed. You thought about closing your door, there was a lock on it, but if he really wanted to come in, all it would do was slow him down. And get you in trouble in the process. You closed it about three-fourths of the way. That wouldn’t technically be breaking any rules.

Not that you really knew what the rules were. Well, you knew the rules all omegas knew, but every alpha had their own as well. Your father did. Franco did. Wilford certainly had on the nights you had to be with him. But this alpha hadn’t bothered to tell you his yet. Another way to trick you into disobeying him.

You curled up on the bed, wrapping the soft blanket from the bin around yourself. You’d slept a lot of the day. Hopefully, that meant you wouldn’t need to sleep through the night. You wanted to be ready, when the alpha inevitably came for you. You wouldn’t fight him. The bite mark on your neck was proof enough that that wouldn’t do any good. But you just… you hated waking up in the middle of it. You’d rather know what was happening.

You turned over onto your side, trying to get comfortable, as you felt tears welling in your eyes. Again. If Martha were here, she’d yell at you for being a stupid child. You wondered where she’d ended up. Neither she nor Emmy had been shoved into the same van as you. Were they together? What had happened to their pups? You’d probably never see any of them ever again. You didn’t know what it said about you that you didn’t feel much of anything at that thought. Nothing good, probably.

You’d never see Franco again either. A good omega would feel grief at that. A good omega would miss him. Try as hard as you might, maybe you’d never been a very good omega. Maybe that’s how you’d ended up where you were.

You turned over again. You couldn’t get comfortable. This bed was too soft. You got up with a grumble, grabbing the blanket and one of the pillows and dragging them to the corner of the room. You were good at making yourself comfortable on the floor. That would be better. If he got upset that you weren’t waiting for him in bed, then at least you’d learn what his punishments were like.

You huddled into the wall and pulled the blanket tight around yourself, settling in to wait.

You woke with a start. You looked around, trying to get your bearings. You were in that little bedroom. The sun was streaming in through the curtains. Oh god, you’d fallen asleep! You hadn’t meant to do that. As you started to panic, you realized you were still curled up in the corner. Your clothes were still on. The door was exactly how you’d left it. He hadn’t come to take you in the night. You were filled with a strange mix of intense relief and something that felt a lot like dejection. Why hadn’t he come? It didn’t make any sense.

You heard the clinking of dishware coming from another part of the house just as the scent of breakfast wafted in. Your head shot up, confused. Who was making it? Was there an omega here after all?

You got up and quickly got dressed in another pair of leggings and one of the big, slouchy sweaters. You followed the noise to the kitchen and came to a sudden halt in the doorway. The alpha was making pancakes. You had never seen an alpha cook, not even once, in your entire life. Alphas didn’t cook. That was omegas’ work. Was this his way of rubbing your face in the fact that you were already falling down on the job? Your first morning here and you’d already neglected your duties to the point that he had to cook for himself?

He turned around when he realized you were there and you braced yourself for whatever was coming. But instead of yelling at you, a wide smile overtook his face. “Hey, good morning! I hope you slept okay.” You couldn’t do much other than blink at him, but his smile didn’t falter. “Go ahead and sit,” he said, gesturing to the table. “This’ll be done in just a couple minutes.”

“I can finish it, Alpha” you tried, your voice timid.

He immediately shook his head. “No, no. You’re a guest. Sit down. It’s almost done.”

You did as he said and sat, not taking your eyes off him. This was the strangest alpha you’d ever met. You didn’t understand anything about him. How could you predict him when you didn’t understand him?

True to his word, it was just a few minutes later that he was setting a plate in front of you, along with some syrup. You gingerly poured it over your pancakes, as he sat across from you and did the same. As you carefully cut a small bite for yourself, you felt him watching you, even though he acted like he wasn’t. You took a bite and your eyes fluttered closed. These were the best pancakes you’d ever tasted. Much better than Emmy’s. Much better than yours.

A small “mmm” escaped your lips. You opened your eyes, embarrassed, to find him still grinning at you. “That’s the first thing you should know about me,” he said, “I make really good pancakes.”

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ghostgirl-22 · 4 months ago

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Art getting GANGBANGED💜

This made me giggle when you sent it anon, I won’t lie <3 Then I thought oh god now I have to write it. So here you are. I am so sorry for this. I don’t know what this is (it’s quite nonsensical). Honestly, feel like I flew too close to the sun. I need to retire from writing smut and start writing an older Art living peacefully by the sea. (Decide if that makes you want to read it or run away) But I digress…

CW: 18+ !NSFW! EXPLICIT bimbofication, feminization, objectification, D/s vibes if you squint, there can be the perception of CNC but I promise you everyone really wants this, especially blondie, but please avoid if things like gangbangs trigger you. Can feel a bit AU…let’s be generous and say canon drift…

Your reference is this post about a negligée (an impossible word to spell btw so watch me fuck it up repeatedly along with all my other spelling and grammar mistakes).

—-

It’s a game of truth or dare. That’s how the whole thing happens.

Regular and completely normal Friday night. Patrick’s visiting Stanford. The girls team is at an away game, traveling back tomorrow and the boys just finished a tournament playing the same team here and Art sends him a text.

Hanging out with friends probably gonna play video games, you should come and bring drinks.

And then 10 minutes later: I think my roommate wants to fuck me lol

Patrick has to laugh because this is actually the kind of stupid thing that could only happen to Art.

Art is already dizzy and flirty when Patrick arrives at his dorm with the alcohol. His cheeks are already coloring, his eyes are dilated. And it’s no wonder because he’s already getting way too much attention. There are three other boys in the bedroom with him, his roommate Carter who Patrick could tell, so very obviously wanted to fuck Art since he first met him. But it’s worse now ever since he woke up once in the middle of night and heard Patrick doing it.

And then two others Patrick doesn’t know but Art calls them Jamie and Max, “friends” from the Stanford tennis team. Patrick clocks them right away as having the same desire to fuck Art that Carter has.

That kind of male attention makes Art go silly. At this point Art doesn’t even need a drink. He’s half lost, giggling at things that aren’t even funny just because some cute boy is touching his knee, pinching his cheek, calling him pretty. Patrick’s hard immediately.

It’s truth or dare, Carter’s idea, and Patrick’s probably drinking too much. The game gets nasty pretty quickly. Art can’t sit still, he’s on his hands and knees when Max says “I dare you to kiss me.” Can’t stop himself when Jamie dares him to do it again, but with tongue. He’s in his t-shirt and boxers, ass sticking out as he crawls over Patrick’s lap to kiss Jamie. Carter’s adjusting himself, mouth open, staring at it. Patrick thinks once or twice about letting them pass him around. Shit like this is usually foreplay for him but right now he’s feeling so buzzed he might just want to see how deep this rabbit hole goes.

He’s horny as fuck, but his brain doesn’t actually break until Art’s roommate says, “Truth or Dare, roomie, is it true you stole your ex-girlfriend's lingerie?"

“I didn’t steal it,” Art hiccups, he’s distracted because Max runs his fingers through Art’s hair on his way back to the circle, with a new drink which he hands to Art. He cups Arts cheek, fingertips brush against his lips. Art’s whining “stop it,” but Patrick sees the way he follows the touch. Art doesn’t even notice it when Patrick takes the drink out of his hand, because he’s dangerously close to spilling it everywhere. He’s not even drunk, barely even tipsy and still just so empty headed.

Carter goes to Art’s Stanford issued dresser and pulls out this thing from the first drawer. Barely a thing. A pink little slip of a thing. “What’s this?”

“She let me have it,” Art says, voice pitched too high. He’s sitting on his knees, hands pressed between his thighs.

”Why?” Carter asks, like he knows something they don’t know. Patrick thinks he likes him the least.

“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone,” Art says, it’s too whiny and playful.

Patrick’s mildly annoyed now, “Share with the class,” he says. He doesn’t really want Art keeping secrets with roommates that aren’t him.

Art goes all compliant and he’s squirming on the floor as he looks at Patrick, “She said it looked better on me.”

Both Max and Jamie start snickering.

Patrick thinks of himself as a genius. He generally thinks he’s the smartest person in the room most of the time, but this has to be one of the smartest things he’s ever said or done ever. In ever. “Okay…I dare you to try it on.”

“You want me too?” Art asks, glassy eyed, as he gazes at Patrick.

Patrick grabs at his t-shirt and he doesn’t even have to pull. Art just gravitates towards him, closing his eyes, parting his lips instinctively and Patrick thinks he’s in love with him. Like one day he’ll probably marry him, move him into a house with a white picket fence and fuck him so full of come that… etcetera etcetera. The American dream.

“Yeah, put it on sweetie.” Patrick says gently. “Call me when you’re done… I want to see it first.”

Art licks his lips and opens his eyes again before he stumbles to his feet. He tries to take it from Carter but Carter hides it behind his back which means Art’s got to reach around him, touch him, play with him. When Art manages to get it away he’s already blushing. He goes in the bathroom, telling them no one better laugh. And Patrick needs a cigarette. Needs to run a marathon or climb a mountain for all the pent up energy inside him right now.

“You his boyfriend or something?” Max asks, curiously.

“Or something,” Patrick says. Truth is Art only started putting out after he found out Tashi was. And as long as Patrick has wanted to fuck Art he’s never really stopped to think about why Art chose now. Patrick isn’t picky. He’s not picky at all. He’ll fuck Art, he’ll fuck Tashi, he’d fuck them both at the same time if they wanted it.

“Can you share?” Carter asks.

Patrick shrugs, “I think I have been.”

“No I mean really share,” Carter says and he stares at the bathroom door.

Patrick smirks. “I think I need another drink.”

He can hear Art calling for him and when he taps the door to let himself in he’s pretty sure that’s the moment— the exact moment— his brain fully and completely short circuits. From that point forward he’s actually an entirely different person.

“It’s just too…” Art whines, unable to think. He’s sitting on the toilet lid bouncing his leg. The blush goes everywhere. Down his chest to the pink lacy teddy. It fits like a glove. It’s hugging his waist, see through sheer fabric over his chest embroidered with with some kind of threading that would barely hide his tits if he had any. Patrick can clearly see his nipples, taut and erect through the sheer fabric. It’s not the only part of him that’s erect. The equally sheer lace panties underneath the negligée are straining to keep him contained and he’s fucking soaking the lace with precum, so wet, Patrick thinks, leaking through his panties like a fucking girl.

Patrick thinks he’s gonna fuck him right there. Pull him on his lap and go fucking crazy.

“Patrick I—I wanna— I need—“ he stammers, helpless. He’s gone full, if I only had a brain.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Patrick says, swallowing thickly. “I know what you need. Come here.”

Art’s still bouncing his leg, he’s got pretty legs, soft and smooth and toned and so long. Still in his nearly knee high white socks. Fucking slut. Patrick guides him to his feet, and immediately Art’s wrapping his arms around Patrick. Patrick can feel the way he’s starting to rub himself along Patrick’s thigh. The wet hot heat of him. Patrick shoves Art up against the wall to stop him and he takes a deep breath, coming to the distant realization that he’s actually shivering. “Can you hear me?” Patrick asks, probably trying to calm himself down more than anything else.

Art nods.

“You hear my voice?”

“Mmhm. Patrick—- Patrick please I need—“

“I know. You need to be fucked, don’t you baby?” Patrick’s not sure what he’s saying but Art just moans. “Fuck. You don’t even care who fucking does it. You’d let anybody in right now.” Patrick continues.

Art is nodding his head. ”Mm, yes Patrick please, please, please—” he groans, begging, pleading. For one terrifying minute Patrick thinks he’s gonna get on his knees in that slutty little slip and break Patrick forever. His eyes are all glassy and wet and he’s trying to get friction, attention, something, his blonde curls falling into his eyes.

“Oh fuck it, come on,” Patrick says and he opens the door. Art walks timidly into the bedroom. Patrick stays a second longer to look for the lube under the counter and finds a box of unopened condoms too. The second he stayed was too long. Carter’s already got Art pressed up against the wall, tongue in his mouth, Jamie’s got his hands inside the fabric of the negligée, rubbing his nipples like he’s got a full set of tits or something. Max is watching, touching himself, idly over his boxers.

The whole time Art’s moaning helplessly moving his hips. Needy like he’s in heat. Patrick makes them wear a condom if they want him. And holy fuck do they want him.

Patrick starts it first on the bed, pulls Art on his lap just to get him wet, get him loose. He’s careful about it. Art’s so horny he’s trying to lose it quickly so Patrick has to grab onto him, slow him down. Even him out.

“Fuck,” Art’s whining, mindlessly. “Fuck, Patrick it’s so big. It’s so big. It’s so fucking… much.”

Patrick’s rubbing his tummy through the fabric, he’s flexed so tight, barely breathing. Patrick moves up to brush his nipples and he moans.

“Hey gorgeous, you wanna try this?” Max whispers, pressing his cock to Art’s lips. “I dare you.”

Art doesn’t need the dare. He takes it in his mouth eagerly. Patrick can feel him squeezing, clenching, grinding as he sucks on it… can feel the overwhelming heat of his tight little body. Patrick grips him tighter to steady him. “Take your time,” Patrick whispers.

He’s taking so much in his mouth. Max starts groaning, “Oh fuck. Yeah, take your time gorgeous, holy shit.”

Patrick kisses on his throat where he’s swallowing and tries to coax him off. If he stays inside much longer he’s going to lose his mind and that’s the last thing he needs right now. They need at least one working brain between them.

Art’s breathing heavy when he opens his mouth, drool spilling everywhere. Patrick pushes him to get up and Carter grabs him next. He pushes him on the bed on his hands and knees and goes to town, so eager he barely lasts. As Carter’s fucking him Art is licking Jamie’s cock, and then swallowing on Max’s, occassionally both at the same time. Patrick is sitting on the other twin bed, trying his best not to lose it untouched for how fucking hot this is. Art is so far gone Patrick wonders if he even realizes how much of a fucking mess he is.

He’s got it all over him, hands, tongues, cock. They’re all kissing, touching, putting fingers in his hair, in his mouth, in his ass. Jamie and Carter both fighting to get a turn. Jamie fucking him till he’s coming, hot sticky ropes of it dripping, dripping slowly from his soaked panties onto the bed. He’s overstimulated taking Max, but he doesn’t stop. He’s pushing back on it, moaning in a way that sounds like he’s vacillating between pleasure and pain.

Carter starts kissing him and eventually Arts just moaning into his mouth.

“You’re so goddamn pretty,” Jamie’s cooing, jerking himself. “Gonna make me wanna nut again, fuck.”

Art’s making pleasure sounds only now. His cock filling up again just a few minutes before Max is finishing inside him.

“Shit, that felt so fucking good,” Max breathes. Art looks around dizzy as Max pulls out and starts tying the condom off. And then Carter’s on him, kissing him again, so he sits up and crawls into Carter’s arms so he can be held. But Patrick grabs him by the waist.

“My turn, come here, princess,” Patrick says, teasingly, pulling him back onto the second bed. His bed.

“Patrick—I think I— I need to—“ Art’s climbing onto him all doe eyed and wet, wet lips, wet eyes, wet with sweat and come and lube. The lingerie falling off one shoulder and his pretty pink nipple just exposed. Patrick nibbles at it gently.

“Patrick,” Art whines.

“You wanna come?” Patrick asks softly. His voice doesn’t sound like his own. He pulls Art onto his lap and eases himself inside and Art’s moving right away. He feels looser than Patrick’s ever felt him before but he’s still so nice and warm, and too fucking tight for him. He’s not ever to be trusted alone with boys, Patrick decides. Not boys like this at least. He just barely gets Art over the finish line when he’s losing it. It’s not even 5 minutes and he’s losing it. Does it raw just to spill it all inside him. If Patrick had something to prove he might be embarrassed but he is the one holding onto Art in the end, soothing him. Calming him down as he comes back to reality and in that reality Art is his…even if Patrick is more than willing to share when Art needs it.

When the other boys have left and Carter’s in the shower and they’re finally alone together Art is mostly back to himself. They’re eating leftover pizza and watching Sports Center. Art is devouring his, probably starving after using all of that energy. Patrick tangles his fingers into Art's hair, it’s still a little damp from the shower.

“Truth or dare,” Patrick says

“Truth,” Art says, his mouth half full.

Patrick sighs. “I don’t know what that was but you’re fucking beautiful.”

Art turns to look at Patrick with a little smirk, still chewing. “I know.”

“And you can’t ever do that when I’m not there.”

“I know,” Art says again.

“So I’m keeping the lingerie.”

Art shrugs, “I know.”

“Okay know it all,” Patrick gazes back at him and then takes the rest of the pizza crust out of his hand, smiling as he takes a bite. “Good.”

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wendichester · 1 month ago

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Hello, hello, my dearest~! I hope this finds you well, and you’ve got good things going on in your life! I love all of your writings and drabbles and works, and your notifications during my day always make me smile! 💜

May I request a Dean X reader x Sam (no wincest, obvs) piece where they’re each trying to push the reader to be with the other brother because they don’t think they can make the reader happy, but the reader is like, “you guys are idiots if you can’t see how happy BOTH of you make me.” Can you tell that I struggle to ever fully decide and just pick one of them? lol appreciate you💜 please keep being amazing!

༘ ⋆｡˚three's a charm,

summary. dean wants you to be with sam. sam wants you to be with dean. you want both.

pairing. dean winchester x reader x sam winchester

wordcount. 715

notes. thank you so so much for requesting lovely! you're the best 🩷

It starts as a subtle thing—sideways glances, hesitations that weren’t there before, moments where one of them will open his mouth to say something and then stop, like he’s biting back words.

And it’s driving you insane.

Dean and Sam Winchester are some of the smartest, most capable people you’ve ever met, but God, are they both complete idiots when it comes to this.

You know they love you. You know because it’s in the way Sam always makes sure you eat something halfway decent, even in the middle of a hunt, and how Dean always insists on checking the locks twice before bed when you’re around. You know because of the way they touch you—Sam’s careful reverence, Dean’s protective warmth—because of the way they look at you when they think you’re not watching.

But lately? Lately, they’ve been acting weird.

It starts with Dean.

“You know,” he says one night, sprawled out on the motel bed next to you, staring at the ceiling like it holds all the answers to the universe. “Sam’s a good guy.”

You blink at him. “No shit, Sherlock.”

Dean huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “I mean, like… real good. Smart, responsible, tall.” He cuts his eyes toward you. “You like tall, right?”

Your brows knit. “I mean, I guess—”

“You should, uh… you should think about him. Y’know. That way.”

You roll onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow. “Dean.”

“What?”

“You do realize I’m sleeping with both of you, right?”

Dean shrugs, like he’s suddenly very interested in the loose thread on his sleeve. “Yeah, well. Maybe you should—” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Maybe you should pick the guy who can actually give you what you deserve.”

You stare at him. “Dean.”

He won’t look at you. “I’m just saying.”

You’re about to rip him a new one, but before you can, the motel door opens and in walks Sam, looking fresh out of the shower, towel slung around his neck.

And that’s when it happens again.

“I was thinking,” Sam starts, running the towel through his damp hair, “Dean’s really good for you.”

You blink. “Are you kidding me?”

Dean snorts. “Right back atcha, Sammy.”

Sam frowns. “I’m serious. He… he makes you laugh. Keeps things light. I know I can be a lot sometimes.” His voice dips, eyes dropping like he’s afraid of what he’s saying. “I don’t want to weigh you down.”

Dean scoffs. “Oh, come on, man.”

“What?” Sam shrugs. “It’s true.”

You look between them—these two idiots—and let out a loud, exasperated groan.

“Oh my God,” you say, flopping onto your back dramatically. “You’re both so stupid.”

Dean lifts a brow. “Excuse me?”

You sit up, crossing your arms. “Do you seriously think I want to be with just one of you?”

Sam hesitates. “Well, I mean—”

“No,” you cut in. “You don’t mean. Because if you did, you’d realize how insanely happy I am with both of you.” You look between them, making sure they get it. “Not just Dean. Not just Sam. Both. Of. You.”

Silence.

Dean scratches the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “You sure? ‘Cause—”

“I love you,” you say firmly, looking at him. Then you turn to Sam. “And you. Equally. Differently, but equally. You both make me happy. You both make me feel safe. I don’t want just one of you—I want this. Us.”

The tension in the room shifts. Dean glances at Sam. Sam glances at Dean. And then—

“Well, shit,” Dean breathes, rubbing a hand over his face. “Guess we are a couple of morons.”

Sam exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah,” he admits. “I think we are.”

You sigh, shaking your head at them. “Took you long enough.”

Dean smirks. “So, uh… does that mean we can stop all the awkward pushing-you-away crap?”

“Yes,” you deadpan.

Sam chuckles, moving toward the bed, placing a hand on your knee. “And you’re really, really happy?”

You reach for his hand, squeezing it. “Yeah, Sammy. I really, really am.”

Dean hums, shifting closer too, his palm settling against the small of your back. “Well, in that case,” he says, grinning, “I say we make up for lost time.”

And who are you to argue with that?

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ssentimentals · 2 months ago

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haiii, i really love your writing🤍 can you please do either 13 or 60 with jihoon?? Whichever spark your wonderful mind🤗 Also i wanna ask, can i make another request after this? That's it, thank you!!!

haii sweetie, thank you so much 💜 of course you can make another request after this, thank you for participating in the prompt game! 13 is taken, so let's go with 60 :)

prompt: 'truth serum/spell'

'this is bullshit,' jihoon barely resists flinging his cup to the wall. 'how the fuck-'

'well, considering how you are cursing and you usually never curse then i'd say that it really was the truth serum,' wonwoo says, sighing. 'how you're feeling right now? headache, stomache?'

jihoon doesn't feel any different if not to count for a strong urge to tell wonwoo that his hair is horrible - words are out of his mouth before he can even blink and wonwoo simply raises his eyebrow in response. jihoon purses his lips into a thin line and groans; yeah, it definitely is a truth serum. it's not a big thing and doesn't require doctors, truth serums last for few hours max and don't give any physical harm but they are incredibly annoying. 'i'll just go take something from the cafeteria, i'll be fine,' jihoon mutters.

wonwoo nods. 'it's 8 pm, so there shouldn't be many people around. i'm going back home and i won't tell anyone, but let me know in few hours how you're feeling, yeah?'

jihoon smiles, nodding thankfully. last thing he wants is to worry everyone over such a small thing and wonwoo knows this perfectly well. he also doesn't get offended at all jihoon's outburst about his hair and only jokingly warns him to stay away from directors or anyone important. 'don't want you to say something bad to them,' wonwoo huffs, heading home. 'look out for yourself.'

jihoon does usually, he has no idea who the fuck added truth serum to the coffee. grumbling under his breath, he walks to the cafeteria and instantly thinks of going back when he notices you. he doesn't trust his mouth around you in usual days, but now that he drank a freaking truth serum he certainly needs to run-

'jihoon? what are you doing here so late?' you turn to him with a small smile and shit, running now would be too rude.

'i was checking few tracks,' jihoon says. and then, because truth serum is impossible to ignore, he comments: 'you look beautiful.'

your stunned expression makes him want to die. fuck, you two are not on a compliments basis, you two are barely on a colleagues basis fuck- 'like always,' he adds. 'i mean, you look beautiful. always.'

fucking hell he needs a mouth tape. you look very surprised but he can see it's a pleasant surprise by how your smile widens and cheeks grow rosy. 'oh. thank you. that's very, um. kind of you.' and then because you're an angel, you save him from awkward silence: 'i was actually going to ask you about the comments you gave on my report? i don't think i understand them fully, maybe if you have time now we can discuss it? i'm not sure what i did wrong-'

'nothing,' jihoon interrupts. truth serum is not letting him keep his mouth shut. 'everything was okay in that report, but i needed a reason to see you again so i added some unnecessary comments.'

jihoon is actually going to die. like, go throw himself out of the window. the last thing he wants is to confess his crush on you in this kind of way, totally unrehearsed, completely out of blue. you deserve better, you deserve flowers and nice restaurant and a romantic song-

'what?' you breathe out, confused. 'you- are you kidding? my work is.. a joke to you?'

'no!' jihoon almost shouts. 'no-no, of course not, i'm just a fucking idiot who can't behave like a normal person around you. i'm so gone for you, but i never know how to breach this gap between us cause you're you and i am me and i started writing a song for you, about you, and this stupid truth serum ruined everything-

'truth serum?' you interrupt and then your eyes widen. 'wait. so what you're saying is-'

'all true,' jihoon mumbles, finally taking a deep breath. 'all true.'

there are all kinds of confessions out there and jihoon never thought that this is how it's going to happen, but when you start asking more questions and he has no choice but to answer you honestly - he thinks maybe this version of confession is not the worst one. especially not when you smile and start teasing him, asking him questions like what he thinks of you and what he likes the most about you. 'date tomorrow?' jihoon asks because bravery is reserved for the desperate times.

you laugh. 'yeah, jihoon. date tomorrow.'

maybe there are some good things about truth serums.

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specialagentlokitty · 11 months ago

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Aizawa x reader - newfound secrets

I've been a sucker for that man. Like reader is a pro hero too, probably in the top ten ranks with some sort of magic like quirk(mage?) And reader just randomly opened a portal while he's in class to drop him lunch or forgotten paperwork or his precious sleeping bag. And 1-A is shocked to find out their teacher has a lover, much less a hero who's a complete opposite of him. Either gf/bf/neutral or married is completely fine! - Anon💜

You were wondering about your apartment doing some cleaning now that you had a few free days from work.

You were slowly making your way from room to room, doing what had to be done in each room, and as you got to the kitchen you paused as you looked at the kitchen table.

With a small laugh, you shook your head slightly and picked up the bright yellow sleeping bag that was on the table.

You had warned Aizawa time and time again if he kept leaving it on the table he’d forget it one day, and true to your word he had.

Holding it under your arm, you activated your quirk, a purple orb appearing in your hand as you tossed it at the wall, opening a small doorway which you walked through and in less than a second you were in his classroom which was bustling with chatter of the students.

“Hey it’s Druid!” One of them shouted excitedly.

Immediately all of the teenagers turned to you with curiosity, some with excitement.

“Hey guys, where’s your teacher?” You asked.

“He’s behind his desk sleeping!” A stern looking blue haired boy called out.

You beam brightly at him, walking over to the desk and looking behind it, and just like the student said, there was Aizawa fast asleep propped up against the wall.

With a gentle sigh, you walk over and crouch down in front of him.

“I wouldn’t wake him up, he gets pretty annoyed when someone wakes him up…” a girl mumbles.

You wave your hand dismissively.

“It’ll be fine.”

Setting the beanbag down, you reach out, gently tapping on his forehead with the back of your knuckles.

“Hey, wake up for a moment…”

Aizawa lazily opens an eye, looking at your tiredly.

“Why’re you here…?” He mumbles.

“Missing something?” You grin, holding up the beanbag.

“Was wondering where I put that…” he mumbled.

Aizawa took the sleeping bag from you, climbing inside of it and laid down again on the ground.

Reaching out, you zipped the sleeping bag up for him, and pat his forehead a few times which earned you a slight huff from him as he closed his eyes again.

“Thought you had work…”

“That’s next week, I’ve got a few days off this week. Seriously Shouta how you actually manage to function is beyond me. Have you eaten?”

“Yes…”

You raise a brow, standing up to look at his class.

“Has Aizawa had lunch?”

“No!” They called out.

From the ground you could hear him grumbling about them being traitors, and one of the girls raised her hand.

“Yes…?”

“My names Mina! Why did you have Mr Aizawa’s sleeping bag?!” She asks almost a little too excited.

With a small laugh you rubbed the back of your head slightly, ignoring Aizawa’s warning glare he sent you.

“Well, that’s because we’re married, and he left it on the kitchen table.”

Immediately the class burst out in shouts of shock, confusion and disbelief that their grumpy, almost emotionless homeroom teacher had actually managed to find somebody to marry him.

Aizawa gave you a slight glare, but you could still see a small bit of softness behind his tired gaze.

Everybody was shouting out questions to you, wanting to know everything and you laughed a little bit, raising your hands to try quiet them down.

“Hey, hey quiet down. You’ll get your answers, but for now I have to go, but I’ll be back soon and then we can talk, promise!”

They all nod excitedly, and as you walk back to your portal you hear Aizawa mumble something out about bringing him some jelly pouches and coffee which makes you roll your eyes.

You closed the portal as you stepped back into the apartment and quickly work on making a simple and easy lunch for Aizawa, putting on a pot of coffee as well.

While you were there, Aizawa had to deal with the unfortunate consequences of you telling his class you two were married, and he zipped his sleeping bag fully up covering his face knowing his students weren’t stupid enough to try and unzip it.

After about 15 minutes, you open another portal and step through, setting a box of food on Aizawa’s desk, along with a cup of coffee, and dropping a few jelly pouches on his sleeping bag.

He let out a grumble, but unzipped his sleeping bag just enough to grab them and put them inside, it was like watching a squirrel hiding its food in a tree.

Sitting on the floor next to his desk, just slightly behind it so you could still keep an eye on your husband, you turned to his class.

“Okay, questions one at a time.”

Immediately they all raised their hands and you picked them out one by one, answering their questions and learning their names along the way.

While you talked with them, you saw Aizawa out the corner of your eye sit up in his sleeping bag, grabbing the coffee and the food from the desk.

He then shuffled over, resting his back on his desk as he ate still half asleep.

Every so often his head would droop, and you’d have to slightly nudge his knee to wake him up.

When he finished half the food, he set the box in your lap, handing you the chopsticks as he focused on drinking his coffee now, watching your carefully.

“Eat…” he mumbled quietly, just loud enough for you to hear.

With a small smile, you start eating while still talking to his class while he kept a watching eye on you, rummaging through through your pocket, pulling out whatever you had in there.

His class seemed very invested in their teachers love life and carried on spilling out questions, and you knew for a fact Aizawa wasn’t going to be living this down any time soon

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #my hero academia imagine #mha #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha imagine #Aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #Aizawa imagine

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jikooklove9795 · 5 months ago

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Love your blog and thoughts💜

So coming to the ask do you think jikook would throw the potato in the air and just stay together in jk's new fortress?? Is it true that they used to spend their life together in a house because we know that jk nearly lost his mind over jm in early 2023 in his lives. I don't think we was simply having those lives for fun. I do really believe that he was infact struggling or like distracting himself over his lack of jiminie time. We know that this has not happened prior to the solo era as jk in lives was completely different from jk in ot7 era

Hey there 😊

Thanks so much. It means a lot.

The first part of your ask, I'll answer that at the end of this post.

Let's start with the second part.

Do I think they were living together?

Yes. I do. I think the speculation about Jikook living together started when this video dropped:

Yoongi is teasing Jimin about watching their old videos. And Jungkook joins in saying he also watched the old videos. He says "I was at home with him". The him in question being Jimin cause it was Jimin who was getting teased.

But I think they were sharing living spaces (not exactly living together in a house of their own) since their shared dorm days. Have you noticed the video of the members packing before their BV Season 3 trip?

We see Jungkook sitting on a mattress in a walk in closet, packing for the trip. Then it looks like he walked straight out of that closet into Jimin and Hoseok's room.

This is the same closet where he filmed this video:

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I think he was living in that walk in closet which is attached to Jimin and Hoseok's room. We have already seen countless times how Jimin and Hoseok tease Jungkook about how he's coming into their shared bedroom at nights. Jungkook even left his toothbrush next to Jimin's. Also, just keep in mind that Hoseok already bought his own apartment (Trimage) in 2016.

There's also this interesting fact about the timing of Jikook's apartment purchases. Jimin bought his first apartment in 2018 as an investment. It was getting rebuilt. Jungkook also bought his apartment (Trimage) in 2018 where Hoseok also has an apartment. And it was clear that Jimin was living together with Jungkook in 2019 and 2020 cause his apartment was not livable. This is clear from how Jungkook told in BV Season 4 that he only saw Jimin and Hoseok during their break in 2019. The trio was also often seen sharing car rides to official schedules cause they were coming from the same place.

In 2021 Jimin bought his Nine One apartment in the same complex as Namjoon. Now, Jungkook sold his Trimage apartment in 2020, handed over his Yongsan Apartment to his brother in Dec 2020 and bought a house in Itaewon in 2021 but it was let on rent. So, he had no place to live while Jimin had. So, probably they were living together in Jimin's apartment at this time. It actually slips out from Namjoon during this live:

Namjoon says "our house". Namjoon and Jimin are neighbors. But here its just him and Jungkook. So, the "our" implies that Jungkook's living together with Jimin.

Also, there's Bam being more familiar and comfortable around Jimin compared to the other members which we got to see in ITS Season 2. And Jimin mentioning how Bam used to fall asleep in Jimin's arms with his nose nuzzled into Jimin's forearms.

Now shall we revisit the times Jikook made it obvious that they were living together?

1) Jimin saying how both him and Jungkook were together at 4am (It was Jungkook's birthday) when they got the news of Dynamite being No. 1 in BBHot100

2) Jin calling Jimin on his birthday live where Jimin says he's with Jungkook

3) Jimin saying how waking up in the morning and seeing Jungkook's face makes him happy. Thus, implying they share a bedroom together

4) Jungkook wanted to make the LGO MV as realistic as possible so he showed him and Jimin to be sharing a room and also teased Jimin about his morning breath

5) In 2020 BTS Festa Jimin was talking about how he wants to be together with the members as BTS for a long time and Jungkook pipes in to add how Jimin told him the same thing the previous day

6) Jimin being super familiar with Jungkook's sleeping habits. Jimin explaining how Jungkook's face changes while sleeping in the behinds of Lights MV. Jimin imitating how Jungkook snores in ITS Season 1. It was very detailed too. Like how the snoring starts and then revs up. Jimin talks about this again in ITS Season 2

7) Jungkook waiting for Jimin in RUN BTS 127 even though he won the rock, paper, scissor game

8) All those times they jokingly complain about having to wait for the other to finish up so that they can leave for home

9) This conversation:

10) Jimin was Project Manager for BE and asked everyone to mail him their proposals to which Jungkook replied like this:

Cause why mail him when they're living together?

11) Jimin saying that Jungkook takes 50 mins in the shower. The other members seem surprised by this information (Radio Disney Interview 2019)

12) Jimin knowing how Jungkook's alarm sounds though Jungkook said that he keeps changing it constantly

13) Jungkook arriving together with Jimin spotting a hickey

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14) Jikook arriving together late for the MBC Radio Show. They were also seen leaving together

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15) BTS is gifted knives in the Run BTS cooking episode. All the members are gifted one each. But Jungkook says "We got 2 knives" referring to Jimin's and his knives together

16) Jimin says that he likes to be dressed down while at home to which Hoseok adds " And Jungkook's in charge of the music" to which Jimin completely stills for a second ( Jimin, Hoseok, Taehyung live where Jungkook also later joins in)

16) Arriving together at the airport for their flight (UNGA 2021)

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17) Jikook and Jin return to SK after PTD LA. Jungkook and Jin arrives first. Jungkook waits for Jimin to arrive, but gets separated at the cars for quarantine (Dec 6 2021)

Jungkook posts a story on his Instagram (Dec 9 2021)

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18) In 2021 Jikook were spotted several times by K ARMY in the district where Jimin's apartment is located at. Their voting district was also the same. They were also spotted taking covid tests at the same health clinic. Those tests are taken in the health clinic based on the district you live in (Jimin's apartment, Jungkook's apartment and Jungkook's house are all located in 3 different districts)

I'm quite certain there's more of these proofs some of which we haven't even seen.

All these basically is confirmation that Jikook were living together.

Now let's see what happened once BTS announced their hiatus in group activities in Festa 2022.

There's so much confusion among the fans regarding this news. And Jungkook comes live as a part of damage control on June 16 2022 from Brunnen apartment. This is the first time we get to see this place. This place is not under his name and had a few furniture pieces from their shared dormitory.

The next live happens on Sept 1 2022 (his birthday) from the same place. We know that its a tradition for the members to do a live on their birthdays. So, thats what this live basically is. He also promotes his photo book then continues the live by singing songs and talking with ARMY.

His next live is on Nov 21 2022 after his Dreamers performance at the World Cup. Its from his hotel room in Qatar.

So, after the hiatus was announced he did only 3 lives. 1st live to reassure ARMY, 2nd live a birthday live and the 3rd after his World Cup Performance.

And then its 2023. Jimin is super busy preparing for his Solo Debut.

Jungkook comes live on Feb 1 2023, midnight. He did this live by his own choice, not authorized by the company. He sings songs including Vibe. Namjoon and Taehyung leaves comments.

The next live is on Feb 3 2023, midnight. Jungkook lights up on seeing Jimin's comment. He invites him over to have chicken. But Jimin is busy, on schedule even at midnight.

The next live is on Feb 11 2023. This time its from his boxing gym. Jimin comments. Jungkook and his boxing coach invites him for boxing. From this interaction we get to know that Jikook have the same boxing coach. Later a stalker leaks a video of him at the same gym, training.

The next live is on Feb 28 2023, noon. He deletes his Instagram the same day.

In March, Jimin's busy schedule continues. Jungkook goes live again on March 3 2023.

Jimin flies to NY on March 13 2023 for his promotions. And the next Jungkook live happens on March 14 2023 (White Day). He does 3 lives back to back and something interesting to note is he wears a different outfit for each of these lives. A black jacket for first live, a white shirt for the second and for the last one a purple hoodie. He comes live a fourth time that night and reminds us to look forward to midnight cause something amazing is coming up at midnight. And at midnight Jimin's SMF pt2 teaser is released.

Now shall we take a look at Jimin's outfits in SMF pt2?

Yeah. Black jacket, White sweater, Purple Jacket. In that exact order.

On March 23 2023 a day before the release of FACE, Jungkook's live again.

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So, he just had his first guitar lesson so that he could tease "Letter", Jimin's hidden track in FACE for which Jungkook's credited for his background vocals.

Jungkook's the only other artist who was featured for a song in FACE, Jimin's album which Jimin said is too personal and that's why he did not want other artists to feature in it. Guess this does not apply to Jungkook, right???!! Cause Jungkook's an important part of his personal life.

Jungkook comes live again on March 28 2023 to watch Jimin's Suchwita. This is the first time he's watching Yoongi's show. Cause obviously Jimin was the guest this time. He also watches SMF pt2 and other Jimin videos.

Jungkook changed his Weverse profile to Jimin for a split second

Jungkook's announced as CK's Global Ambassador on March 28 2023.

Jimin does a live on March 29 2023 and Jungkook spams it with 19 comments. This is where he says "I'm Hyung's fan".

At this point, all of Jungkook's March lives had only one intention, to promote his bf's Solo debut. He was so loud and obvious about it.

Jimin goes live on April 3 2023 from his house. If you watch the live you'll notice that there's another gaming chair next to his own (he panicked when he showed it accidentally on camera) which is the same one Jungkook has in his studio. And in my opinion Jimin was not alone at his house. Jungkook's also there with him.

Also, in this live someone comments "I'm Jungkook's wife" to which Jimin's reply is "I think Jungkook's sleeping". Why? Cause Jungkook's sleeping in the next room? I think thats why he's speaking in a low voice. So, that he doesn't disturb his bf who's sleeping in the next room.

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On April 8 2023 Jungkook does a short live where he says he had no intention of doing it. He's seen folding his CK briefs and out of them a red brief is seen which is smaller in size compared to the rest. And in AYS we see Jimin wearing CK briefs. Jimin's usually seen wearing Armani briefs for special events and concerts. He never really wore CKs except for that one photoshoot where BTS collaborated with CK for their LY Tear photoshoot.

On April 18 2023, the day Hoseok enlisted Jikook hint about drinking together the previous day.

On April 25 2023 Jimin leaves to attend the Tiffany Event. At the airport he's seen wearing a Willy Chavarria T-shirt. Willy Chavarria is CK's Senior VP of Menswear Design

Jungkook comes live the same day Jimin leaves and the first song he plays is "I Really Want To Stay At Your House". During these days when Jimin is in NYC Jungkook posts about his food, attends LV after party with Mingyu, complains about stalkers sending him food on a Weverse post.

Jimin returns to SK on May 6 2023 and Jungkook disappears from social media.

On May 21 2023 Jungkook posts a pic of Bam. On May 23 2023 Jimin leaves for London. At the airport he is seen with a huge scratch on his arm which looks like a dog scratch. On May 24 2023 Jungkook comes live (not surprised right?)

And then we have Jungkook getting busy for his solo debut which again leaves them little time for each other.

We saw how Jungkook altogether avoids the topic of ms when Jimin brings it up in the first episodes of AYS when it was still uncertain if they'll be able to enlist together. And then he takes a 180, starts talking about ms in AYS Jeju when its confirmed that Jikook are enlisting as companion soldiers.

We hear from Jimin in AYS Jeju that he had a sleepover at Jungkook's house the previous day.

So, its obvious that Jikook who were living together prior to Jimin's Solo debut preparations were forced to spent time apart due to their schedules. However, I think they were having a lot of sleepovers at each other's house whenever possible.

I also think one of the main reasons Jungkook was letting us see his house was because he was gonna move out soon. We also got Jimin who let us see some parts of his house during one of his lives. And then we hear that some of Jimin's furnitures from his apartment are seen at his Dad's cafe once he started his ms.

Anon, now as promised I'll answer the first part of your ask.

Yes. I think so. Because thats what they have been doing all these years. Living together and sharing a home. So, I assume that's what they're gonna do once they get back. Now let's wait and see what they'll do once they are back after having served their country.

Have a nice day Anon!

Credits to the owner of the video

#jikook #kookmin #jungkook #jimin #ask

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rubylovessharks · 8 months ago

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Hiiiii! I just stumbled across your blog and I’m in love. (Me rn-😍😍😍) Anywayssss, would you be willing to do some sfw/nsfw head-cannons for the seven demon brothers from obey me? If not all seven Asmo, Beel, Belfie, and Levi are my faves! Thanks so much in advance if you don’t want to do this I completely understand and my feelings won’t be hurt.

Please remember to drink plenty of water and get plenty of rest. With luv, Madzzz. 💜💜💜

^^^^Btw this is me manifesting you see this^^^^

omgg ofc i can!! (try-) alsoo thanks for the whishes, staying healthy is super important, so you should too! :D <3 gn!mc x the demon bros ;) considering the fact that you havent specified the gender of the mc im doing gender natural if thats ok- ok! so! sfw and nsfw hcs!!

so sorry if this wont be what you were hoping :(

Lucifer

🩷sfw🩷

can we all agree that this guy when he gets drunk he becomes clingy af?

he just sends you a bunch of messages telling you to come over

and when you do come over he's just laying in bed there, eyes half closed and face red.

anyway you get the point. when Lucifer gets drunk he wants to cuddle you for a few good hours

drunk times aside- normally your actual dates are more active.

by which I mean either you two talk about random stuff or Lucifer takes you somewhere

❤️nsfw❤️

the only time I think Luci will be willing to get fucked is when he's drunk. but you do need his consent waaay beforehand. as you should irl too

other then that he doms all the time.

I feel like he'd be into bdsm

i kinda think he'll be into rope stuff. he seems like the type who'd want to tie you up, but also in a pretty way ;)

also spanking.

Mammon

🩷sfw🩷

the typa guy who'd give you gifts saying he "coincidently" found it(asifhewasntlookingforthebestthingtogiveyou) and the moment someone sees you with it and asks about it and you say that it's from your boyfriend he becomes the happiest ever <3

also is really into pda, like he won't admit it- but he NEEDS to hold your hand in public. how else will people know you are his???

Mams is also really into kisses. like any kisses really- forehead kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses, nose kisses ANY KISSES

unfraternally he'll sometimes come to you to ask to borrow money.... but he'll get you back

with a kiss on the cheek and the possibility of taking your walking privilege...

❤️nsfw❤️

switch, leaning to sub

the last thing I said about your walking privilege is true. Mammon thinks he just needs to fuck you hard enough as payback for letting him borrow some money

and with the stamina he has, it's totally enough to fuck your brains out ;)

I think he's into cuffs, won't matter if it's on him or on you, but if they go on his hands it has to be roleplay

what roleplay? cop stuff :3

Mams acts as an inmate or robber who just got caught, and you as a cop who is arresting him or punishing him

kinky stuff ya know?

I feel like he'd be into getting his cock milked as you ride him for hours upon hours

maybe has a choking kink? towards him I mean- he's too scared to choke you to death.. but there is a possibility that he'll choke you when he fucks you out of jealousy

Leviathan

🩷sfw🩷

gaming dates <3

canonically Levi isn't really one to like going outside so it makes sense that he'd prefer to hang in his or your room (mostly in his)

it'll take him some time until he'll actually be comfortable to be all touchy and physical.

but i like to think that even then he'd be more simple and not all clingy

aquarium dates ♡ once in a while, when he's actually ready for the outside world

he finds aquarium dates to be a little bit fun once or twice a year

but yeah it's mostly just gaming dates and dates where you watch anime and such-

AND cosplay dates

mostly ruri cosplay dates, but still cosplay dates as a whole ♡

❤️nsfw❤️

like with physical touch it'll take him a long time until he'll be ready for sex

he'll be all blushy and, sorry, kinda sweaty when sex is mentioned.

he's just so not used to it :(

LEVI IS A SUB.

well switch technically- but he's more in the being fucked out of his mind position then the fucking you out of your mind position

but how do you get him in a domy mood? probably either by making him jealous, or in a more competitive mood.

what do i mean? well just egg him on, tell him that you can totally win this game round, and the next one, and the next one. well you gotta win for it to actually work- but still. the more you do it the more upset he is

it doesn't work all the time, but he has a bit of a competitive side ;)

he's a kinda kinky guy, he'd probs be into things like tons of praise but with a mix of humiliation (to both sides)

like if you were to tell him that he's been soo good for you and what he does is probably sit on the floor while his mouth and face is being used for you to get off

Satan

🩷sfw🩷

reading dates :D

can happen in his/your room, but can also happen out in a cat cafe or a park outside :3

and if you aren't a person who likes to read Satan is willing to read for you once in a while

you and him will definitely take in cats without Lucifer's agreement, you'll just keep them in Satan's room or your's and take care of them there.

you, him and Belphie are out to get Luci. and if it's just the two of you without Belphegor it feels like a date idea for Satan :p

from time to time you'll hear Satan talk on and on about different research stuff that he's into for the time being

and you'll tots be hearing this guy talk a lot about his detective books

❤️nsfw❤️

cockwarming while Satan reads.

is there more to say? like do ya'll need an explanation????

this is getting in a more kinky-noteverydaykinks territory but can we agree that Satan is into collars?

it just seems right idk. like it won't matter to him who's wearing it- he likes wearing them, and seeing them on his s/o

another switch, i mean i like to think that most of them are switches.. but like I'll still say it every time.

leaning into dom territory, but he won't mind being fucked into oblivion

angry sex. who knows what might've started it but if he needs to take out his anger on something your hole will be number 1 (ofc he you say you dont want to he wont- everything is consensual)

also into roleplay stuff, probs petplay. kinky stuff

Asmodeus

🩷sfw🩷

first thing I'm going to say is painting nails dates. spa dates. any beauty care dates will happen.

and you can't escape it :)

he WILL post you on any of his social medias with captions that say things like "look at my lover ♡ aren't they the cutest!?" :3

I think Asmo will be the type of person who'd like to get gifts as a receiving love language, and as a giving love language it'll be physical touch

i feel like as a whole he likes being physical, I mean have you seen this guy?? but I think he feels more special when you buy or make him gifts <3

❤️nsfw❤️

THE KINKIEST GUY EVER

like he literally is the avatar of lust. like doesn't that make him kinky enough??????

switch and it's literally is 50/50 with sub and dom with him

toys. toys all the way. when he doms he uses toys, when he subs he uses toys. toys are something he really likes

of course there will be times when he doesn't want to use them and really get more lovey dovey ♡

during sex you two may switch between sub and dom at least once.

Beelzebub

🩷sfw🩷

shares with you anything he wants to eat ♡

it'll probably be half eaten if he already has his hands on it but he tries his best to control himself so you'd at least have even the smallest of bites <3

he sometimes accidentally bites you, like not super hard and painful but there are times it leaves a mark-

can and will give you piggyback rides if you ask him

when you two go to a restaurant and in typical Beelzebub fashion he eats too much and the bill is huge he'll tell you he'll be the one paying, even for your share.

COOKING DATES!!!!!!!!

sure he might eat half of the ingredients- but he'll try his best to not eat it all so you two can have a finished product ♡

❤️nsfw❤️

I know everyone says this but it's true. this guy eats you out like a pro.

and it doesn't matter if you have a pussy, a cock or anything else- it doesn't matter. he knows how to put his mouth to good use. and he can go FOR HOURS and not get tired. it's like his favorite thing♡

we all know this man is packing. probably has the biggest dick of them all(maybe diavolo's is bigger who wants to help me measure :))

and he's so sweet when you try to take him ♡ ♡ ♡

he'll tell you things like "You can do it" "I know..it is pretty big...but you took it before!" with such a sweet smile you know he says this not to make fun of you, but because he actually thinks you can take his huge cock ♡

Beel will proooobably lose control and kinda start fucking you like an animal in heat after a few while of fucking

but after that he does such nice aftercare!

Belphegor

🩷sfw🩷

naps all the way :3

you are the pillow. you can't say anything but yes.

I like to think that he has dreams about you, and if he dreams of something that he's actually willing to do in real life he'll ask you if you'd like to do it :D

when you two do go out he likes to hold your hand, for more then just pda. he might fall asleep while standing and walking from time to time, so you can notice if he fell asleep or not.

do you know what I think you two might do? go to bed stores and try out the beds :3

❤️nsfw❤️

sadistic fuck. (affectionate)

he's a dom, even when he's half asleep.

I think he'd kinda tell you to ride him even when it looks like he's about to fall asleep, and the moment you stop he's immediately awake telling you to continue

will degrade you, like he's real mean

he does like the idea of chocking you but ya know.. might take a while....probs a few years-

well anything too dangerous will take a few years until he feels like he can actually do anything to you..

he's into anything that can and will humiliate you

he'd be into somnophilia but towards himself

maybe towards you? with consent ofc but mostly towards himself

why? cuz he can and will fall asleep during sex. and if it's something like you riding him he'd be totally fine with you still going even when he falls asleep.

#lucifer obey me #obey me x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphegor smut #obey me satan smut #obey me lucifer smut #obey me mammon #obey me mammon smut #obey me leviathan smut #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmodeus smut

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 2 months ago

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Just Take It | Bonus Drabble 8

Summary: Your ex fiancé Jared has the audacity to show his face again, and no less showing up at your boyfriend's house asking you to take him back...and that just won't do. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 1.1k~ Warning: Mentions SA (didn't actually happen) a/n: barely edited per usual Requested by an anon 💜 Start from the beginning

"I got it" I call from downstairs, the doorbell resounding throughout the house with Jungkook yelling out a quick thanks from his office.

I open the door, forgetting to check the peephole and my face goes from friendly to shocked, not expecting to see his face again.

Or at least hoping I wouldn't.

"Who told you I was here?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, a defensive stance necessary to greet the terror that is my ex fiancé.

"Jina kinda let it slip when she called me the other day. Told me you had shacked up with her dad" he says, looking behind me to see if he's around.

"He's in his office and my relationship with him is none of your business, so if you wouldn't mind" I say and start closing the door on him.

"Wait! Wait okay I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that. What I meant to say is that I miss you. I miss us" he starts and I couldn't hold back the eye roll even if I wanted to.

"You should've thought about that before you put your dick in my best friend" I say, not pulling punches and he sighs as if I was the one who did him wrong, infuriating me even more.

"I guess I deserved that" he says, looking disheartened, an expression I had never seen from him before, catching me off guard.

"You deserve a lot of things and my time isn't one of them" I say and try to close the door again but this time he places his hand on it, preventing me from doing so.

"Come on baby, you know you're the only one I care about. It was a mistake. I never meant for it to happen" he says, his tone a lot deeper and condescending as if he was trying to coax me into his way of thinking.

"So you just magically undressed her and yourself, slipped, fell and came in her? Is that it? I would say that's a pretty big fucking mistake there" I scoff, giving up on trying to close the door since he's clearly not gonna go down easily.

"And don't call me that" I growl, gritting my teeth, the pet name falling from his lips as though he expected me to take him back without any opposition.

"Can I come in? I just wanna talk" he asks, and before I can answer I feel Jungkook's strong hand on my waist, a wordless sign saying he'll take it from here.

"Wanna run that by me one more time?" Jungkook says, his possessive touch and the clear height difference between them laughable, Jared's lame efforts of winning me back being futile at best.

"I just wanted to talk to y/n" Jared mumbles to Jungkook, acting as if he wasn't the bastard that impregnated his daughter and is clearly trying and failing to win back the woman that he now calls his girlfriend.

"You wanna talk to him Bunny?" he asks me, completely disregarding Jared's wants and leaving the decision up to me even though he would rather shoot the boy where he stands.

"No, not at all" I say and turn to walk away leaving Jared calling after me but Jungkook steps in his line of sight, completely blocking me out.

"A word of advice, don't come around here again if you value your life" Jungkook warns looking down on him, Jared clearly uncomfortable and not expecting this kind of treatment because he's fucking delusional.

"What are you gonna do? Kill me?" Jared scoffs nervously, not knowing if Jungkook would truly be capable of something like that. "No, but I'm sure I could convince Jina to report you for raping her" I hear Jungkook say, his restraint wearing thin as this conversation continues.

"That's not true, plus you have no proof even if it was" Jared scoffs while staggering back, knowing that something like that could ruin him. "I'm sure I could find some. You know, being in my line of work and all" Jungkook says, crossing his arms over his chest as if begging Jared to try him.

"I thought lawyers were supposed to present evidence, not twist it to fit a false narrative they've come up with" Jared says, trying and failing to call Jungkook out on his bullshit. "Then you obviously know nothing about lawyers or the law" he scoffs and takes a step towards Jared, further intimidating him.

"Now I suggest you leave while you still can. I might not be able to keep my daughter from having to suffer through dealing with you but I sure as hell will keep you from y/n" he says, his jaw tense and posture stiff, visibly holding himself back, his patience with him wearing thin.

"She'll leave you eventually when she gets tired of your old ass" Jared spits out cowardly, his hand already reaching for the door handle on his car.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take" Jungkook says, cocking his brow while walking the tiniest bit closer. Jared hurriedly tries to open his car door but fumbles with his keys as he's forgotten to unlock it in his flustered state.

Jared's pursed lips contract, clearly trying to hold back the insults he'd like to throw out in fear of Jungkook making good on his threats before sucking his teeth and getting into his car, speeding recklessly down the road.

"He's gone?" I ask once Jungkook's come back in, sitting down and looking spent. "Yeah" he sighs, laying his head down on my lap, no doubt wanting me to play with his hair which I do on reflex.

"Seeing him makes me so angry but I could only imagine how it makes you feel" he says while flipping onto his back and looking at me from his reclined position.

"I've learned to let it go at this point" I say, giving him a soft smile. "Am I still repulsed at the thought of him? Yes, but I don't want to give him that power over me you know? Plus, no matter how horribly he went about it, he kept me from making the dumbest mistake of my life in marrying him and ultimately as a result led me to you" I say and caress his face, smoothing out the crease between his brows.

"You know, for being so young you can be a hell of a lot more mature than me half of the time" he chuckles. "Only half?" I smirk, knowing we both have our moments. "Some of the time then, happy?" he says pinching my cheek while looking up at me adoringly making my nose scrunch.

"I guess I'll settle for that" I roll my eyes, leaning down in the next moment to kiss him, the angle although awkward is no less meaningful and it's a kiss I know I'll cherish. One that reminds us both that no matter what life throws at us we know in our hearts that we'll make it.

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ofironandivory · 1 month ago

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Your F/O cares about and respects your boundaries!!

❤️ If you tell them a topic makes you upset, they'll avoid it as much as possible! They won't act like they "can't talk to you about anything", because it's simply not true, and avoiding topics that bother you is quite easy for them!

💜 If you aren't okay with certain parts of your body being touched, they'll understand and keep your limits and comfort in mind. There are many other ways they can show you their care and affection so it's no trouble at all!

❤️ If you can't handle certain pet names or nicknames, they'll do what they can to keep that in mind. Words can have a great impact and they understand that, so adjusting their vocabulary for your well-being is completely fine and manageable!

💜 If you've cut certain people out of your life, they'll respect your decisions and support you as much as they possibly can. They won't push you to justify yourself, but if you're ever feeling like discussing what happened, they're there to listen!

❤️ If you've dealt with trauma, they won't force you to share anything more than you're willing to. They believe you and they'll be there to hold you when you cry, to lift you up when you can't stand by yourself and to grant you strength and bravery when everything feels hopeless and dim.

💜 Your F/O loves all of you, no matter how negatively you may view certain aspects of yourself. Taking care of you isn't a burden or at all upsetting to your F/O, it actually makes them feel closer to you!

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tarothouselattier · 1 year ago

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What plan the Universe has for you 🪞

*pics stolen from pinterest*

Pile 1 🏹

“The heart is an arrow” — Inej Ghafa. 6 of Crows

I see that if have been held back from a certain endeavour, the Universe is now aligning everything for you to move forward. If you have been done wrong in the past, I see you rising above that and receiving justice.

For most of you I see that you will be able to nurture your project/endeavour and finally start working on it. Your enemies will be dealt with. Prepare to defend and STAND for what is yours. No matter how many people tell you your ideas are stupid, or they try to cut you down or don’t believe in you. You believe in you. The Universe believes in you and does everything for you to move forward. Nobody will be able to hold you back. Your ideas are devine, fiercely believe in what is yours and protect it with the might of your spirit.

I just feel the need to tell you that I love you and you got this, honey!❤️🙈

Please put in an ask in my box and tell me what it is you’re going through lately or what you’re planning, if you want)

Bye <3

PILE 2🧨

“I say whatever I want, I do whatever I want” - IDGAF by Drake & Yeat🎶

Honey, you are about to be so BLESSED. You’ve got an opportunity to shine here, my love. It’s so funny to me how your channel picture is a match and literally every single card that came out for you is on FIRE. Like, brrr. The Universe plans for you to rise in confidence. You are about to have a very joyful, prideful and inspired period of your life. Literally feels like you’re on fire. Your come in yourself is about to rise, you will be enjoying life more.

I asked the Universe WHY this is the case, and She says you have been in a resting period and have been completing a stressful cycle of your life. You don’t deserve all that stress, honey, gotta enjoy, ‘cause life’s too short for ANY bullshit that you don’t enjoy. So I suggest you go all OUT. Fuck them people who are thinking they have a say in YOUR LIFE. You do you, boo. For some reason I have a need to talk to you extra like that, but it’s the energyyy, okay. Go shopping, go play outside, do whatever it is that makes feel good. You deserve and you’re a Queen bitch!!❤️‍🔥 Don’t forget that.

That is the plan for you, dear pile 2 people.

What have you been doing prior that got you to exhaust you joy meters and resources like that? I would love to know. Come tell me.

Love ya, byeee~

PILE 3 🪞

“Oh, she doesn’t see, the light that’s shining. Deeper than the eyes can find.” — Scars to your beautiful by Allesia Cara

I see you breaking the chains others have put on you. You are going against what you’re told and you’re finding your true voice. It seems to me that you are indulging to much in the thing that don’t actually matter to avoid the bigger issues. You feel like you are being held back from your desires and the world is so close yet so far out of reach. It’s being unfair to you. You blame your problems on the world, but ask yourself, what exactly have you been hiding from yourself and why do you feel so comfortable shifting responsibility for your fortunes and misfortunes on a higher power. Isn’t it so convenient that it’s out of reach?

Ponder on this, please. Your picture is perfect for you, because that’s exactly how you feel. Like something or someone is holding you back from your freedom. But the truth is, the only one who can hold you back is you.

The plan is for you to realise this and close out this cycle. Find personal freedom.

Guys, this is my pile as well. Come talk to me however you want.

Bye-bye💜

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slaaverin · 4 months ago

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I'm in my bed crying over jikook again.

The thing is, I don't even have the proper words to express what I'm feeling.

It's all so..God I don't know. Improbable? Crazy? It's crazy.

You have two humans that have the most pure souls, with impossible high-stakes lives, that somehow found each other and also found the most beautiful love I have ever witnessed in my 32 years of life.

The probability of this happening is almost zero. It shows there are really bigger and smarter things than little us at play in life.

They went through so much, and so much more than any of us will ever be able to imagine, yet they remained pure at heart, with their love growing ever stronger and more potent by the day.

They let us in on everything, and showed us the true depth of their feelings openly (but even so, it's written all over their faces).

They simply care, a lot. The little things, the trips, the quiet moments, all of it, they really do care. It's not for show. It's real.

It's like we're getting a glimpse of something that doesn't belong to us at all. Yet, they are generous enough to let us experience it vicariously through them. Isn't it an act of love on their part? They don't have to do it. It's not even smart or safe or reasonable for them to do it. But they do anyway. Maybe because they wouldn't be able to help it, even if they wanted to?

How weird it is that our love for them is that strong? We've never even met them. Yet we feel for them something more unconditional than what we feel for some people we've actually met. How strange, don't you think? So we cheer on and support and we feel it all. We care too.

And I can't explain how witnessing jikook's love has been wonderful, how it has filled my heart with an immense amount of joy and reverence and beauty. It is a mystery.

Somehow I feel it's not even about them, even if it is, obviously so. It's simply that love. Isn't something most of us miss? Long, crave for? Wish for everybody.

If all the people would be in love like Jimin & Jungkook are, there would be no wars in the world anymore. It would be completely different.

The lack of love produces incredible darkness, and it's only love that can fix everything.

So I think that's why I cherish their love so much. It is so very precious, so very important, in ways they might not even understand. The fact they have such an audience being exposed to their love, feeling all the feelings, it helps the world heal a tiny little.

It's not a small thing. It matters.

If we can all fill our little corner of the universe with that type of love, we would've won all the battles, done what we came here for, and call it a day.

They've gifted us the incredible gift of are you sure, where their love was quiet and peaceful and certain. They've given us the gcf. And Letter. And then there was Rosebowl, and MMA, and Black Swan. A thousand moments. Again and again they've showed us.

Now they are enlisted together, and I think that there's nothing more to add. Nothing to prove. Nothing to show. It is self-evident and we can only smile and be happy for them.

What an incredible journey it has been, full of laughs, of crying. So many tears (of joy).

When they will come out of military, we can say that a chapter of their life will close, and another one will open. Hopefully a even happier one than the one before.

So yeah I've decided to make a rather big edit about it, this first chapter, those 10 years of love.

(And you're not ready with some of the music I chose, it makes you feel ALL THE THINGS, prepare tissues)

Sorry for this post that is going nowhere.

Sometimes I simply need to scream my love for jikook. They truly deserve it.

Aren't they wonderful? Yes. Yes.

Take care lovely jikookers 💜

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook

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velvetvisionsaurora · 13 days ago

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Synopsis: When talented producer Y/n (known professionally as the mysterious "Celeste") accepts a position at JYP Entertainment to help Stray Kids with their comeback, she expects to focus solely on creating music. What she doesn't expect is the immediate connection she feels with Han Jisung—the group's quick-witted, sensitive rapper and producer who's been following her career from afar.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Heartbreak

Author’s note: I will be slower to update both Compass of the Heart and Forbidden Harmony. My dad passed away (it wasn’t unexpected we knew it was coming) but things have been kinda crazy lately and I haven’t had my normal downtime or headspace to write, so I’ll need to re read everything and get my headspace back with both stories. Thank you for all the love and support for both of my stories so far! 💜💜

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Chapter 3: Movie Night

"This is ridiculous," you muttered, staring at the mountain of boxes still cluttering your dorm. After almost a week in Seoul, you'd barely made a dent in unpacking, too consumed with studio work and adjusting to the new time zone.

You picked up your phone, checking the time. Just past nine in the morning on a Saturday—your first official day off since arriving. The perfect opportunity to finally transform this box-filled space into something resembling a home.

A knock at your door interrupted your planning.

"Coming!" you called, stepping carefully around a precarious tower of records you'd been meaning to shelve. You tripped over a stray cable, nearly face-planting before catching yourself on the edge of your desk. "Smooth, Y/n. Real smooth."

You opened the door to find Felix's beaming face, his smile impossibly bright for the early hour. Beside him stood I.N., looking slightly more subdued but equally cheerful.

"Good morning!" Felix greeted in his deep, resonant voice that still surprised you coming from his sunny face. "We brought breakfast."

He held up a bag that emitted a mouth-watering aroma of fresh pastries.

"And coffee," I.N. added, lifting a tray with three cups. "Americano, right? I remembered from yesterday."

"You two are actual lifesavers," you said, genuinely touched by their thoughtfulness. "Come in, but... fair warning, it's chaos in here. Enter at your own risk."

They stepped inside, eyes widening comically at the disarray of boxes and half-unpacked belongings.

"Whoa," I.N. breathed, taking in the scene. "Have you been living like this all week?"

"Unfortunately," you admitted with a sheepish smile. "Between the jet lag and studio sessions, unpacking kept falling to the bottom of my priority list. Right under 'remember to eat' and just above 'basic hygiene.'"

Felix laughed, placing the breakfast bag on the small kitchen counter—one of the few clear surfaces in the apartment—and turned to you with determined eyes.

"That's it. Operation 'Make Y/n's Dorm Habitable Before She Gets Buried Alive' is now in effect. We're helping you unpack."

"You don't have to—" you started, but I.N. was already opening a box labeled 'Kitchen'.

"We want to," he said simply, a soft smile on his face. "That's what friends do, right, noona?"

Warmth bloomed in your chest at the casual display of acceptance.

"Right," you agreed, returning his smile. "Thank you, Innie."

His eyes lit up at the nickname, a delighted grin spreading across his face.

Felix clapped his hands together. "Okay! Let's eat first, then tackle this mess. I'm an expert organizer—you should see my side of the dorm room."

"It's true," I.N. confirmed. "Everything color-coded and labeled. It's a little scary, honestly. I caught him reorganizing my socks by shade and thickness last week."

"They were in complete disarray!" Felix protested, unpacking pastries onto plates. "Who mixes ankle socks with crew socks? It's barbaric!"

You burst out laughing, feeling some of the tension you'd been carrying all week begin to dissolve.

There was something about these two that made you feel instantly at ease, as if you'd known them for years rather than days.

Over breakfast, sitting cross-legged on the floor because your small dining table was buried under equipment, the conversation flowed naturally. Felix told stories about their trainee days, I.N. shared gossip about other idols you'd worked with, and you recounted tales from LA's music scene.

"So why 'Celeste'?" I.N. asked, curious about your producer pseudonym. "Does it have a special meaning?"

You smiled, remembering. "It was my grandmother's name. She was the one who first taught me to play piano. When I started producing, it felt right to honor her."

"That's really sweet," Felix said, looking genuinely touched. "Family is so important."

"Speaking of which," you said, "how are you both dealing with being away from your families? Especially you, Felix—Australia's not exactly next door."

Felix's expression turned wistful. "It's hard sometimes. But," he brightened, gesturing between himself and I.N., "we've built our own family here. The members, the staff—even you now."

"Me?" You blinked, surprised by the quick inclusion.

"Of course," I.N. said matter-of-factly. "You're part of our team now. Even if it's just for six months," he added, a slight pout forming on his face that made him look even younger.

"Well, I'm honored to be your temporary family member," you said, feeling a surprising pang at the reminder of your limited stay. "Does that make me the cool aunt or the weird cousin?"

"Definitely cool aunt," Felix decided. "The one who sneaks us candy and teaches us bad words in other languages."

"I can absolutely fulfill that role," you agreed with a laugh.

"Enough emotional talk!" Felix declared, jumping to his feet with renewed energy. "We have unpacking to do! Innie, you're on clothes duty. Y/n, direct us. I'll be the muscle."

"The muscle?" you repeated, eyeing his slender frame with amusement.

Felix flexed dramatically. "These guns aren't just for show!"

What followed was three hours of organized chaos. Felix took charge with surprising efficiency, creating systems for everything from your vinyl collection to your extensive array of tea. I.N. was put in charge of clothing, which mostly consisted of him holding up various items and asking, "Where does this go?" before following your instructions.

"What even is this?" I.N. asked, holding up a shapeless garment with multiple straps dangling from it.

You squinted at it. "I... have absolutely no idea. Put it in the 'figure out later' pile."

"Y/n, this pile is becoming alarmingly large," Felix noted, eyeing the growing mountain of mysterious items.

Music played from your portable speaker as you worked—a playlist that bounced between your favorite hip-hop tracks and songs by Stray Kids that made Felix and I.N. groan dramatically but sing along anyway.

"Please, not 'God's Menu' again," I.N. begged when the track came on. "I hear it in my nightmares."

"COOKING LIKE A CHEF I'M A FIVE-STAR MICHELIN!" Felix belted out at top volume, using a rolled-up poster as a microphone.

You joined in, deliberately singing off-key until all three of you were doubled over with laughter.

"Oh my god, is that a first-press David Bowie?" Felix exclaimed, carefully lifting a vinyl record from one of the boxes. "Heroes? This is incredible!"

You smiled at his appreciation. "It was a gift from a mentor when I produced my first successful track. Do you collect vinyl too?"

"Trying to," Felix admitted. "It's Seungmin's thing really—he's got the serious collection. But I'm learning to appreciate analog sound."

"We should do a listening session sometime," you suggested. "I brought some rare pressings that sound completely different from the digital remasters."

"Yes!" Felix agreed enthusiastically. "Vinyl night! We can get Seungmin in on it too. He'll probably propose marriage on the spot when he sees your collection."

"Oh no, I can't handle another admirer," you joked. "Hyunjin's attention is already a full-time job."

"He moves fast, doesn't he?" Felix laughed. "I swear he practices those pick-up lines in the mirror."

"I caught him doing exactly that," I.N. confessed, arranging your sweaters by color. "Complete with smoldering stares and hair flips."

"No!" you gasped, delighted by this gossip.

"Oh yes," I.N. confirmed. "He has a whole routine. The lean, the smile, the casual touch..." He demonstrated, flipping imaginary long hair and striking a pose that was such a perfect imitation of Hyunjin that you choked on your laughter.

As you continued working, you found yourself sharing more personal stories than you had intended—about your family, your struggles breaking into the industry as a woman, your creative process. In return, Felix and I.N. opened up about their own journeys, the hardships of training, homesickness, self-doubt.

"Chan was my lifeline when I first arrived," Felix confessed, carefully arranging your books on a newly assembled shelf. "The language barrier was so frustrating. But he'd stay up with me, teaching me Korean phrases, helping me communicate with the others."

"He's like that with everyone," I.N. added, folding a sweater with surprising precision. "Always taking care of us before himself. One time he stayed up for three days straight helping me with my vocals before an evaluation."

"I noticed that in the studio," you said. "He makes sure everyone's ideas are heard, even when he clearly has his own vision."

"That's our leader," Felix said with evident pride. "Dad Chan in action."

"What about Han?" you asked, trying to keep your tone casual. "What was he like as a trainee?"

Felix and I.N. exchanged a knowing glance that you pretended not to notice.

"Han was..." Felix began thoughtfully, "always the most contradictory person. Super confident on stage or in the recording booth, but then he'd barely speak in group settings sometimes."

"He once spent an entire day communicating only in written notes because he was too shy to talk to the new vocal coach," I.N. added with a fond smile. "But then he got on stage and absolutely destroyed his rap evaluation."

"He's gotten better," Felix continued. "But he still gets in his head a lot. Overthinks everything."

"Except when he's working with you," I.N. observed with a slight smile. "Chan says he's never seen Han so immediately comfortable collaborating with someone new."

You busied yourself with organizing your desk, hoping they wouldn't notice the pleased flush you felt rising in your cheeks. "We just happen to have compatible production styles."

"Music soulmates," I.N. teased, repeating Changbin's phrase that had apparently made its way through the entire group.

"So!" you said loudly, deliberately changing the subject. "What's the plan for the rest of the weekend? More dance practice for you guys?"

Felix allowed the deflection with an amused smile. "Actually, we have movie night tonight. The whole group. You should join us."

"Wouldn't I be intruding on your group bonding time?" you asked hesitantly.

"Not at all," I.N. insisted. "Everyone would love it if you came. Right, Felix?"

"Absolutely," Felix agreed. "Eight o'clock in the big dorm—that's Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Han's place. They have the larger living room."

"Well, if you're sure..." you said, secretly pleased by the invitation.

"It's settled then," Felix declared, as if it had been decided long before this conversation. "But first, we finish Operation Dorm Transformation!"

By mid-afternoon, the miracle had been accomplished. Your dorm looked not just habitable but homey, with your vinyl collection proudly displayed, photos arranged on walls, clothes neatly put away (and yes, color-coded), and even a small herb garden Felix had insisted on setting up in your kitchen window.

"I can't believe we did it," you said, looking around in amazement. "I would have taken weeks on my own. And probably would have just given up and lived out of boxes for six months."

"That's what friends are for," Felix said simply, throwing an arm around your shoulders in an easy, affectionate gesture that felt surprisingly natural.

I.N. moved to your other side, leaning his head briefly against your shoulder. "Does this mean we get permanent breakfast privileges since we helped, noona?"

You laughed, instinctively ruffling his hair. "Absolutely. My door is always open for you two, Innie."

His smile at the nickname was worth every pastry you'd have to buy in the future.

"Careful," Felix warned with a grin. "Innie will take that literally and show up at 6 AM demanding pancakes."

"I would not!" I.N. protested, then paused. "Well, maybe not 6. More like 7:30."

You laughed again, a full, unrestrained sound that felt like release after days of carefully maintained professionalism. "7:30 it is, then. I'll stock up on pancake mix. And maybe invest in some earplugs for my neighbors, because apparently Felix uses showtunes as alarm music."

"It's motivational!" Felix defended. "Nothing gets you going like 'The Circle of Life' at full volume!"

As they left with promises to collect you for movie night, you stood in the center of your now-organized dorm, a strange feeling settling in your chest. It had been a long time since you'd allowed yourself to form such quick, easy friendships in a professional setting. Usually, you maintained careful boundaries, kept relationships cordial but distant.

But there was something about Felix's warmth and I.N.'s earnest affection that had bypassed your usual defenses. And beyond that, something about this entire group that made you feel... welcomed. Included.

It was dangerous, you knew. In six months, you'd be back in LA, and they would continue their careers here. Getting too attached would only make the inevitable separation harder.

But as you surveyed your dorm, now filled with touches of their help—the way Felix had arranged your books by color, how I.N. had insisted on making your bed with hospital corners—you couldn't bring yourself to regret the connection forming.

Whatever happened in six months, this friendship felt worth the potential heartache.

Han stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, critically assessing his appearance. He'd changed shirts three times already, which was ridiculous considering it was just movie night in their own dorm with the same people he saw every day.

Well, not quite the same people. You would be there too.

Felix had announced your attendance at earlier in the day, casually mentioning how he and I.N. had spent the day helping you unpack. Han had ignored the knowing looks Changbin shot him across the table, focusing instead on his food as if it contained the secrets of the universe.

"Just pick a shirt already," Changbin complained from the doorway. "It's movie night, not the MAMAs."

Han scowled at his roommate's reflection. "I'm just trying to look presentable."

"For who?" Changbin asked innocently. "We've all seen you in your Pokemon pajamas. The ones with the hole in the butt."

"That hole is barely noticeable," Han muttered defensively, finally settling on a simple black t-shirt. "And I'm not dressing for anyone. I just don't want to look like I rolled out of bed."

"Uh-huh," Changbin nodded skeptically. "Nothing to do with a certain pink-haired producer joining us? The one whose name you murmured in your sleep last night?"

Han's head whipped around. "I did not!"

"How would you know? You were asleep," Changbin said with a mischievous grin. "It was very sweet. 'Y/n, your production is so innovative... Y/n, your hair smells like strawberries...'"

"Shut up," Han groaned, pushing past Changbin to return to his room. "I don't talk in my sleep, and you're the worst roommate ever. What movie are we watching, anyway?"

"Hyunjin's choice tonight," Changbin answered, following Han like an unwanted shadow. "So probably something with beautiful people being dramatic and tragic while staring meaningfully into the distance."

"Great," Han sighed. Hyunjin's taste in films typically ran toward romantic melodramas that left everyone either in tears or existential crises.

"He's been talking about this one for weeks," Changbin continued, flopping onto Han's bed uninvited. "Something French. With subtitles."

Han grimaced. "I'll probably fall asleep halfway through."

"Not if you're busy watching someone else instead of the screen," Changbin teased, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Han asked pointedly. "Like literally anywhere that's not here?"

Changbin grinned, clearly enjoying Han's discomfort. "Nope. But seriously, what's the deal with you and Y/n? You've been weirdly quiet about her since that day in the studio."

Han busied himself with arranging items on his desk that didn't need arranging. "There is no 'deal.' We work well together professionally. That's it."

"Professional. Right," Changbin nodded. "So you're not bothered at all that Hyunjin's been flirting with her all week? I think he's planning to sit next to her tonight. Probably do the whole yawn-and-stretch arm move."

Han's hand stilled momentarily before he forced himself to continue his pointless tidying. "Why would that bother me? Hyunjin flirts with everyone. He flirted with the delivery guy yesterday."

"To be fair, that delivery guy was pretty cute," Changbin mused. "But you're changing the subject. And you're not even slightly jealous that Felix and I.N. spent the entire day with her while we were stuck in dance practice?"

"They were helping her unpack," Han said stiffly. "That's what friends do."

"And what kind of friend are you being?" Changbin challenged. "The distant, mysterious type who only talks about music?"

Han frowned, feeling called out. "I do talk to her."

"Discussing chord progressions and beat patterns doesn't count," Changbin countered. "When was the last time you asked about her life? Her interests? Anything not music-related?"

Han opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again, realizing he didn't have a good answer. Despite their incredible musical chemistry, he'd carefully kept most of their interactions confined to work. Partly from professionalism, partly from the lingering awkwardness he felt around you that disappeared only when you were creating together.

"That's what I thought," Changbin said, taking Han's silence as confirmation. "Look, I'm not saying you need to make a move or anything. Just... be her friend. Get to know her. You might find out you don't even like her that much once you talk about something other than music."

Han doubted that very much, but he nodded anyway, if only to end this conversation. "Fine. I'll try to be more... friendly."

"Groundbreaking concept," Changbin deadpanned, getting up from the bed. "Maybe start with making eye contact for more than two seconds without looking like you've seen a ghost."

"I don't do that," Han protested.

"You absolutely do," Changbin insisted. "You look at her like she's simultaneously the sun and a scary movie jumpscare. It's hilarious to watch, actually."

Han threw a pillow at him, which Changbin dodged easily.

"Now come on," Changbin said, heading for the door. "Chan's ordered pizza, and if we don't claim our share, Hyunjin will eat it all while insisting he's on a diet."

As they headed to the living room, Han mentally practiced casual conversation starters, determined to follow Changbin's advice and interact with you normally tonight. Just friendly. Nothing more.

He could do friendly. Probably. Maybe.

The scene that greeted you when Felix and I.N. escorted you to the larger dorm at precisely eight o'clock was one of cheerful chaos. The living room had been transformed into a makeshift theater, with cushions and blankets arranged on the floor in front of the large TV. Pizza boxes were stacked on the coffee table alongside bowls of popcorn and an assortment of snacks that would make any nutritionist weep.

"Y/n!" Chan called out when he spotted you, waving you in. "Glad you could make it!"

"Thanks for having me," you replied, suddenly feeling a little shy about invading their personal space. This wasn't the company building or the studio—this was their home.

"We've been looking forward to it," Seungmin said, appearing from the kitchen with drinks. "Movie nights are a tradition."

"And now they're better because you're here," Hyunjin added smoothly, materializing at your side and slipping an arm around your shoulders. "You look beautiful tonight, by the way. That casual elegance is very hard to achieve."

You laughed, easing into the familiar pattern of his flirtation. Over the past week, you'd come to understand that Hyunjin's attention was largely playful—more a game than serious intent.

"It's just jeans and a t-shirt, Hyunjin," you pointed out, gesturing to your casual attire. "I don't think 'elegance' enters into it."

"You could make a trash bag look like haute couture," he responded without missing a beat, earning groans from several members.

"Down, boy," Changbin called from across the room, echoing his words from your first meeting. "Let her at least get inside before you start your routine."

"Routine?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at Hyunjin.

"I have no idea what he's talking about," Hyunjin insisted, but the slight coloring of his cheeks suggested otherwise.

"We've seen the mirror practice," I.N. stage-whispered to you. "All of it."

Hyunjin gasped dramatically. "Betrayal! From our youngest!"

"Just speaking truth, hyung," I.N. replied innocently, earning a playful swat from Hyunjin.

Hyunjin guided you further into the apartment. "I saved you a seat," he said, pointing to a spot on the floor beside him, piled with extra cushions.

"That's very thoughtful," you said, genuinely touched by the gesture despite its obvious motivation.

As you settled into the offered spot, you noticed Han enter from what must be the hallway to the bedrooms. His eyes found you immediately, then flicked to Hyunjin's proximity, something unreadable crossing his face before he schooled his expression back to neutrality.

"Han!" you called with a smile, patting the space on your other side. "There's room here if you want."

He seemed momentarily surprised by the direct invitation, looking a bit like a deer caught in headlights, but nodded, making his way over. "Thanks," he said quietly, sitting down beside you with a careful distance between your bodies, unlike Hyunjin who had no concept of personal space.

"So what are we watching?" you asked, trying to include both of them in conversation.

"'Portrait of a Lady on Fire,'" Hyunjin answered immediately, his eyes lighting up. "It's this amazing French film about forbidden love and art and looking—really, it's about looking and being seen. The use of negative space and the absence of musical score creates a visceral tension that—"

"It's about two women staring at each other for two hours," Han muttered, though there was no real annoyance in his tone.

"That's reductive and you know it," Hyunjin protested. "It's a masterpiece of cinema. The New York Times called it—"

"A very long movie about very intense staring," Changbin finished from across the room. "We've heard the speech, Hyunjin."

Hyunjin pouted. "You philistines have no appreciation for art."

"It does sound interesting," you said diplomatically. "I like films that take their time developing relationships."

Hyunjin beamed at you. "Exactly! The slow burn is what makes it so powerful."

You felt Han shift slightly beside you, and when you glanced his way, there was a faint color in his cheeks that hadn't been there before. Before you could wonder about it, Felix was calling for everyone's attention.

"Alright, movie rules!" he announced, standing in front of the TV like a game show host. "No talking during emotional scenes, bathroom breaks only during approved pauses, and anyone who falls asleep has to do the dishes tomorrow!"

"That rule was specifically created because of me," Han whispered to you conspiratorially, the first time he'd initiated conversation outside of work. "I can't help it if French arthouse films are better than sleeping pills."

You stifled a laugh, pleased by this glimpse of casual Han. "I'll poke you if you start snoring."

"I don't snore," he protested, then paused. "Do I?"

"Like a chainsaw," Changbin called from across the room, apparently overhearing. "We could record it and use it as bass in the next track."

"It's more like a cute little whistle," I.N. corrected. "Like a baby dragon."

"A chainsaw being operated by a baby dragon," Lee Know clarified helpfully.

Han threw a piece of popcorn at Changbin, who caught it in his mouth with impressive accuracy, causing a round of applause from the others.

As the lights dimmed and the movie began, you found yourself acutely aware of being sandwiched between Hyunjin and Han. Hyunjin made no effort to hide his attention, leaning close to whisper commentary about the cinematography or pointing out particularly beautiful shots. Each time he did, his arm would brush yours, or his breath would tickle your ear.

"See the way the light falls across her face?" he murmured. "Symbolizing her awakening desire."

"Or maybe the window was just open," you whispered back, making him clutch his heart in pretend offense.

On your other side, Han remained quiet but present, a different kind of energy emanating from him. You noticed he would tense slightly whenever Hyunjin leaned in, though his eyes remained fixed on the screen.

Halfway through the film—which was genuinely captivating despite Han's earlier dismissal—Hyunjin stretched dramatically before letting his arm settle behind you, not quite touching but definitely encroaching on your space.

"Subtle," you murmured, giving him a sidelong glance.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he whispered back, his eyes innocent but his smile anything but. "I'm just getting comfortable."

"Mm-hmm," you hummed skeptically. "Is this move number three in your mirror routine?"

He groaned quietly. "I'm going to kill Innie."

Despite your teasing, you didn't move away, amused by his transparent tactics.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Han glance at Hyunjin's arm, then back at the screen, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

On impulse, you reached for the shared bowl of popcorn at the same moment Han did, your fingers brushing against his. He jerked back as if burned, nearly upsetting the bowl.

"Sorry," he whispered, looking mortified.

"It's okay," you assured him, pushing the bowl closer to his side. "Here, you take it."

He hesitated, then took a handful, his eyes still not meeting yours. The moment of easy camaraderie from earlier seemed to have evaporated.

You turned your attention back to the film, trying to recapture the narrative thread you'd lost during these small interactions. On screen, the two women were growing closer, their glances loaded with meaning and unspoken emotion. It was beautiful and tense, the restraint making every small touch significant.

Beside you, Hyunjin sighed appreciatively at a particularly poignant scene. "See how she looks at her? That's real longing," he whispered, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

You nodded, genuinely moved by the performances.

"Some emotions are too powerful to express directly," Hyunjin continued, still whispering. "They have to come out sideways—through art, through glances, through proxies."

You looked at him, surprised by the insight. "That's... actually really profound, Hyunjin."

He smiled, softer than his usual flirtatious grin. "I'm not just a pretty face, you know."

"I never thought you were," you said honestly.

"But you admit you think I'm pretty," he pushed, his playfulness returning.

You rolled your eyes. "And there it is."

He seemed pleased by this, his eyes lingering on yours a moment longer than strictly necessary before returning to the film.

You sensed movement on your other side and turned to find Han watching this exchange, an unfamiliar expression clouding his features before he quickly looked away. Something about his reaction tugged at your chest, though you couldn't quite name why.

As the movie progressed, you became increasingly aware of the subtle dynamics playing out on either side of you. Hyunjin's attention was flattering but performative—a game you both understood the rules of. But Han's quiet presence carried a different weight, one that affected you more than you cared to admit.

The film reached its emotional climax, the forbidden romance between the characters culminating in a scene of heartbreaking beauty. You felt a suspicious moisture in your eyes and blinked rapidly.

"Are you crying?" Hyunjin whispered, noticing your reaction.

"No," you lied, swiping discreetly at the corner of your eye. "Just something in my eye. Probably Felix's glitter. That stuff gets everywhere."

"It's okay to be moved," he said, his usual playfulness momentarily set aside. "Art should make us feel things."

You nodded, slightly embarrassed by your emotional response. When you glanced at Han, you found him watching you with a soft expression that made your heart do a peculiar flip. Unlike Hyunjin, he didn't comment on your tears, just silently offered a tissue.

The simple, thoughtful gesture touched you more than Hyunjin's deliberate attentions. You took the tissue with a grateful smile, and for a brief moment, Han's eyes met yours directly, something unguarded in his gaze that made your breath catch.

Then someone sniffled loudly from across the room, breaking the moment.

"Lee Know, are you crying?" Felix called out in disbelief.

"No," came the defensive reply, followed by an obvious sniff. "I told you, I'm allergic to Hyunjin's cologne. It smells like he bathed in it."

"I used a reasonable amount!" Hyunjin protested.

"If by 'reasonable' you mean 'entire bottle,' then sure," Seungmin quipped.

Laughter rippled through the group, dispelling the emotional tension of the film's conclusion. As the credits rolled and the lights came back on, conversations erupted about the movie's meaning and impact.

Hyunjin launched into an impassioned analysis, his arm still casually draped behind you. "The entire film is about the gaze—who is looking and who is being looked at. It subverts the traditional male gaze by—"

"Some of us are still processing our feelings," Seungmin interrupted, throwing a pillow at Hyunjin. "Save the film school lecture for tomorrow."

"What did you think?" Han asked quietly, turning to you while the others debated.

The direct question surprised you, especially given his reticence throughout the evening. "I thought it was beautiful," you answered honestly. "The restraint made every moment of connection feel earned."

He nodded thoughtfully. "I liked it more than I expected to," he admitted. "Hyunjin usually picks movies that are all style, no substance, but this one..." he trailed off, searching for words. "It felt honest somehow."

"Exactly," you agreed, pleased by his insight. "It wasn't trying to manipulate emotions, just present them authentically."

A small smile touched his lips. "Like good music."

"Like good music," you echoed, returning his smile.

Hyunjin's voice broke into your conversation. "Y/n, you have to back me up here. The final scene with the orchestra—pure cinematic perfection, right? The way the music finally enters after two hours of silence?"

Before you could answer, Chan announced it was time for a quick bathroom break before the group voted on whether to watch another film or call it a night.

"Prepare your arguments, people," Chan said. "Democracy in action."

"Democracy where Chan somehow always gets the final say," Lee Know muttered.

"I heard that," Chan called over his shoulder. "And I am deeply wounded by your accurate assessment."

As people dispersed temporarily, Hyunjin leaned closer. "Want to sit on the couch for the next movie? More comfortable," he said, his invitation clearly extending beyond seating arrangements.

"Actually," you began, trying to frame a polite decline.

"Y/n promised to show me something on her phone," Han interjected suddenly. Both you and Hyunjin turned to him in surprise. "That production technique we were discussing yesterday," he added, looking at you with barely concealed desperation.

"Right," you played along, though no such conversation had taken place. "The sidechain compression example. Very important. Revolutionary, even."

"Can't it wait?" Hyunjin asked, looking between you with suspicion. "We're having movie night."

"It'll just take a minute," you assured him, already standing up. "Professional curiosity. You know how it is."

Han scrambled to his feet beside you, relief evident in his posture. "We'll be right back."

Hyunjin didn't look convinced but shrugged gracefully. "Don't take too long. I'll save your spots. And I'll miss you every second," he added with an exaggerated wink.

"I'm sure you'll survive," you deadpanned.

As you and Han moved toward the relative quiet of the kitchen, you raised an eyebrow at him. "Sidechain compression example?"

He had the grace to look sheepish. "Sorry. I just... you looked like you needed an escape route."

You smiled, touched by his perceptiveness. "My hero," you teased lightly. "Saving me from Hyunjin's cinematic analysis and wandering arm."

Han ducked his head, but not before you caught the pleased flush spreading across his cheeks. "I know how he can get sometimes. Especially with people he's trying to impress."

"And he's definitely trying to impress me," you acknowledged with a small laugh. "It's like being hit with a charm fire hose."

"With about as much subtlety," Han agreed, visibly relaxing now that you were away from the group.

"It's flattering, but..." you trailed off, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"But?" Han prompted when you didn't continue.

You considered your words carefully. "But I'm here to work, not to get involved with anyone. That no-dating clause exists for a reason."

Han nodded quickly, perhaps too quickly. "Absolutely. Totally sensible. Relationships complicate things."

"Exactly," you agreed. "Besides, Hyunjin doesn't really mean it. It's just how he interacts with women."

"True," Han said, though he didn't sound entirely convinced. "Still, if he ever makes you uncomfortable—"

"He doesn't," you assured him. "It's actually kind of nice to have someone who's so enthusiastically in my corner, even if it's just for fun. Makes me feel welcome."

Something flickered across Han's face—disappointment? Hurt? It was gone before you could identify it.

"Well, we all want you to feel welcome," he said, his voice overly casual. "Not just Hyunjin."

You studied him for a moment, sensing there was something more he wanted to say. "I know that, Han. And I appreciate it—especially from you."

"Me?" he asked, looking genuinely surprised.

"Yes, you," you confirmed with a soft smile. "Our collaboration has been the highlight of my time here so far. I've never connected with someone musically the way I do with you."

His expression brightened, whatever shadow had been there completely vanishing. "Me too. I mean, same. I feel the same way. It's like—" he made a gesture with his hands, fingers intertwining. "—our ideas just fit."

"Exactly!" you agreed enthusiastically. "Like we're completing each other's musical sentences."

He nodded eagerly. "And you always know exactly where I'm going with a melody before I even finish it."

From the living room, Chan's voice called out, "Second movie voting in one minute! Get your drinks and get back here!"

"We should head back," you said, reluctantly breaking the moment. "Before they start without us."

Han nodded, pushing himself off the counter he'd been leaning against. But before you could move, he spoke again, the words coming out in a rush. "Would you want to work on some tracks tomorrow? Not at the company, just casually. I have some ideas that aren't really for the album, just... things I've been playing with."

The invitation surprised and pleased you. "I'd love that. Your place or mine?"

"Yours might be quieter," he suggested. "Our dorm gets pretty chaotic on Sundays. Lee Know practices dance routines in the hallway, and Changbin has this habit of bursting into rooms without knocking to share 'spontaneous lyric inspiration.'"

"So basically musical jump scares?"

"Exactly," Han laughed. "Last week he nearly gave me a heart attack shouting about metaphorical butterflies at 6 AM."

"It's a date," you said, then immediately backtracked at his widened eyes. "I mean, not a date-date. A work date. A friendly music session between colleagues. A collegial, professional, absolutely-not-romantic arrangement between two music people who make music. Together. But not, like, together-together."

Your rambling only made things worse, and you felt your face heating up. Han's lips twitched, clearly trying not to laugh.

"Right," he agreed, a small smile playing at his lips. "Between friends."

"Between friends," you echoed, finding that you meant it. Despite the initial awkwardness, there was something about Han that made you want to know him better—not just as a musical collaborator, but as a person.

As you both headed back to the living room, you found Hyunjin had indeed saved your spots—though he'd rearranged the cushions to create less space between your position and his, while widening the gap to Han's place.

"Compression technique all sorted?" Hyunjin asked innocently.

"All sorted," you confirmed, settling back down. "Revolutionary stuff. Music production will never be the same."

"I'm sure," Hyunjin said dryly. "I particularly enjoyed how this urgent technical discussion happened right after I offered you a seat next to me on the couch."

"Pure coincidence," you insisted, patting his hand condescendingly. "Don't take it personally."

"Good, because we're watching a horror movie next," Felix announced gleefully. "I won the vote!"

Groans and cheers mixed around the room, with I.N. looking particularly distressed. "Can I sit with you, noona?" he asked, already moving closer with his blanket. "I hate scary movies."

"Of course, Innie," you said, making room for him on your other side, which consequently pushed you closer to Hyunjin, who looked entirely too pleased with this development.

"It's not even that scary," Lee Know said dismissively. "Just some haunted orphanage with creepy children."

"That's literally my worst nightmare!" I.N. protested. "Besides, you scream louder than anyone during these movies."

"I do not!"

"You climbed onto Changbin's lap during 'The Conjuring,'" Felix reminded him. "And refused to go to the bathroom alone for a week."

"That was a calculated strategy to get out of chores," Lee Know claimed unconvincingly.

As the lights dimmed again and ominous music filled the room, Hyunjin leaned in close. "Don't worry," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "If you get scared, I'm right here."

You rolled your eyes but smiled despite yourself. "My hero," you whispered back, deliberately echoing the words you'd said to Han minutes earlier.

From beyond Hyunjin, you caught Felix watching this interaction with interest, his eyes darting between you, Hyunjin, and Han. When he caught your gaze, he raised a meaningful eyebrow that you chose to ignore.

The movie began with a typical horror setup—teenagers in a remote cabin, making obviously poor decisions. As the first jump scare hit, I.N. yelped and buried his face in your shoulder, his hand clutching your arm.

"Tell me when it's over," he mumbled against your sleeve.

You patted his hand reassuringly, feeling a surge of protective affection for him. "It's just a movie, Innie. Nothing to be afraid of."

"That's what the first victim always says," he mumbled pathetically.

On your other side, Hyunjin used the excuse of another scare to slide his arm around your shoulders, this time making contact. "For support," he explained with an innocent smile that didn't fool you for a second.

"How chivalrous," you said dryly, but allowed it, partly because moving would disturb I.N., who was now practically hiding behind you, and partly because it was comforting in its own way to be surrounded by their attention—I.N.'s innocent dependence and Hyunjin's playful flirtation.

But as the movie progressed, you found your eyes drifting to Han, who sat slightly apart now, watching the film with apparent concentration. Once, he glanced your way, his gaze dropping to Hyunjin's arm around your shoulders before quickly looking back at the screen.

The slight tightening of his jaw made something twist in your stomach—not unpleasantly, just... complicatedly.

A particularly violent jump scare made everyone react—I.N. squealed and disappeared completely under his blanket, Felix shouted something in English that was definitely not PG-rated, Seungmin knocked over his drink, and even Lee Know flinched visibly.

"I'm going to need therapy after this," I.N. whimpered from his blanket fortress.

You laughed, rubbing his back through the blanket. "I'll protect you, Innie."

"Promise?" came his muffled reply.

"Promise," you assured him. "No scary movie monsters allowed near my favorite dongsaeng."

This earned a small smile as he peeked out from the blanket. "I'm your favorite?"

"Absolutely," you confirmed, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"Hey!" Felix protested from across the room. "I thought I was your favorite!"

"You can both be my favorites," you laughed. "Different categories."

"What's my category?" Hyunjin asked, not wanting to be left out.

"Most determined," you replied diplomatically.

"I'll take it," he nodded, seemingly satisfied.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to imagine what it might be like if circumstances were different. If you weren't here temporarily, if there wasn't a contract clause, if professional boundaries weren't so important to maintain.

But they weren't different. In less than six months, you'd be back in LA, and this—whatever this was—would be a memory. A good one, hopefully, of creative collaboration and unexpected friendship. Nothing more.

That was what you told yourself as the horror movie reached its predictably bloody conclusion, and I.N. finally emerged from hiding against your shoulder, and Hyunjin reluctantly removed his arm as everyone stretched and prepared to call it a night.

That was what you repeated silently as Felix walked you back to your dorm, chatting about plans for a shopping trip next weekend, and as you confirmed your music session with Han for tomorrow with a casual wave that belied the anticipation you felt.

Just temporary. Just professional. Just friends.

But as you got ready for bed in your newly organized dorm, you couldn't quite shake the memory of Han's expression when he saw Hyunjin's arm around you, or the warmth you'd felt when he offered you a tissue exactly when you needed one, or the way your heart had skipped when he suggested working together outside the studio.

Just temporary. Just professional. Just friends.

If you repeated it enough times, perhaps you'd start to believe it.

The problem was, you weren't sure you wanted to.

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cokoweee · 3 months ago

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OKAY.

Took me WAY too long to finally analyze this bad boy but I’m HERE NOW-

Let’s begin. ~

First off- THIS BACKGROUND.

Look at it. Just- LOOK AT IT. This seriously looks like a storyboard from a Disney movie, you wickedly talented person, you. The lights, shading, and perspective are all GORGEOUS.

Next.

We know that Donnie has a huge struggle with drinking ever since his family passed. Drunkenness is what helped him through that horrible time, thrusting himself into the inebriating arms of the liquid that helps him forget and live without feeling all the pain.

And yet- there’s this newest update. Here at an extravagant party, an event where you’re ENCOURAGED to overindulge on the drinks, Donnie has had about a sip. That’s all.

And here he’s actually thinking that he won’t finish it. A drink. In his hand. His old friend that has helped him through every night of his miserable life- he’s refusing completely on his own.

Donnie’s seriously grown so much. 🥹 Getting to know Kendra, having the device in his head removed, and truly FEELING emotions again have been helpful steps in his mental and emotional recovery.

And even how much he and Kendra have grown together- how he protects her and how she fights for him.

And here’s a nice little comparison- DONNIE is helping Kendra when SHE’s drunk. We’ve seen this before, but in reverse! Tello has always been the one in the inebriated pov, but here he’s helping and protecting Kendra.

And that’s just lovely to see. 💜

Even here, Donnie’s having a “spidey sense” moment looking out for Kendra. As well as AGAIN refusing a drink.

Character 👏 growth 👏 YESSSS

And now we get to this panel. And to an important question we’ve ALL been worrying about:

What happened to Kendra while Donnie and her were separated at Big Mamas?

I don’t know about you guys, but I was not convinced that everything was a-okay on Kendra’s end. After she emerged from the bathroom, she was acting strange. Like- not Kendra strange. Almost like she was drunk enough to be calm- but we didn’t see any alcohol- so hmmmmm???????

And then her and Donnie go on a flippin musical date-night montage trying on outfits for Big Mamas party. And AGAIN. Kendra is NOT acting like herself.

And Donnie catches this too, the panel before this one asking if Big Mama did something to Kendra.

And THIS is her reply-

Sooooo OKAY. 😦👌 Now we know that Kendra has most likely seen Big Mamas spider lady form. Fantastic. But what Kendra says AFTER is what’s really throwing me for a loop-

“She could literally peel me like a shrimp before I get the chance to scream.”

That… sounds like a threat from Big Mama. Just add a few “biddlidoos and bobsquinkles”…

So. WHAT. The FRICK HAPPENED.

Also… “watched her eat a bus-boy”

Eh SCUSEEEE ME?!?!?…..

*brain attempting to process information noises*

To add on to the mystery of what’s going on with Kendra- she says THIS.

Donnie’s ACTUAL name. Not “Othello” not “dummy” not “nerd”… she called him by his true name.

THAT AINT NORMAL.

And then- the biggest thing in this update that exploded my perception of time and space~

*brain fizzling and popping noises*

THIS IS ALL WRONG- THEY WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO- NOT NOW- AND KENDRAS MORE INEBRIATED THAN JACK SPARROW-

She doesn’t even know what that kiss just did to Donnie’s brain. (Nevermind his HEART). She probably won’t even remember it after that night-

AAAAA COKO HOW CAN THIS BE SO AMAZING and DEVASTATING at the same TIMEEEE??

(But seriously your story is amazing and I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for what happens next!!)

Okay I’m done. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

Drink water and when you can see what the sun looks like. ;)

~ Melissa

Thank FUCK the background was okay cause I struggle with that shit so much. Love seeing asks like these makes me all giggly kickin my feet n shit like a goof

Donnie’s finally in his “slightly better kinda” arc lol. Bout time innit? He’s been blended enough. Speaking of blenders I’ve been having Kendra in hers 🤓 and she ain’t done yet

Glad you liked the update tho! Actually a lot of yall did hot DAMN. I was planning to have atleast three this week but my backs killin me and I’m bein too slow.

#asks and replies #I LOST TRACK OF WHAT I WAS SAYING #ALSO I KNEW I FORGOT TO DRAW FOOD ON THOSE DAMN PLATES

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gremlin-girly · 7 months ago

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Flufftober Day 5

Prompt: Acorn, Chesnut, Pinecone ( @flufftober )

Pairing: Halsin (BG3) x Gn!Druid!Reader

Warnings: None! (Not beta'd and a little rushed so I apologise)

Tags: Love confession (that I didn't write haha), but we assume it happens (I just had another idea for it and I didn't want to write another 2k on it), mutual pining

Summary: All children in Emerald Grove take part in an annual game to find 3 things within the forest. Having never played this before, and being a new member of the grove, you are ecstatic to play (despite being an adult) and challenge the arch druid himself to beat you in the game.

Word count: 1.7k

I hope you enjoy! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 💜 Dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

A/N: Another late one... I'm trying my luck here haha.

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“But... you are an adult.” Halsin's deep voice rumbles with amusement as he looks down at you, desperately trying not to grin and failing miserably. You were looking up at his broad frame, eyes glimmering with mischievous challenge. You never ceased to amaze the giant elf. It was no wonder he was sweet on you.

“But it’s a passing rite for all of the children of the grove,” you counter, hands on hips.

“Yes but it’s a game for children.” Halsin leans closer, gritting out the words so that the children nearby can’t hear. “it’s not a true rite-“

“Am I not a child of Silvanus?” you say loudly, giving Halsin a smug grin as some heads turn in your direction. He sighs, defeated, cracking a wide grin as he shakes his head.

“Yes, I sup-“

“Then it’s settled.” You say firmly, prodding at Halsin’s enormous chest. “I will complete the rite, as everyone else has. I’m not above taking part – am I?”

Halsin raises his hands in surrender, still smiling at you pleasantly. By Silvanus, he was utterly smitten. You could ask for anything from him and he would give it, more than willingly. “No, you are not.”

“And neither are you.”

Halsin raises an eyebrow at you curiously. “No, I’m not.”

Your mischievious smirk grows into a beaming, toothy grin. “Then you should take the rite with me.”

Halsin barks a laugh, which attracts more attention from the residents of the grove.

“I’ve already completed the rite. And once again, it is a game.” He chuckles, onlookers smiling knowingly as they continue about their preparations for the upcoming event.

“You completed it over two centuries ago,” You point out, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of your scheme. “And if it’s just a game... where’s the harm in playing it?”

“I’m sensing a challenge.” Halsin smirks and shakes his head, braids swaying softly in rhythm. “I’m the archdruid. I have things to do. I-“

“Please?” you cut him off again, giving your best doe eyed look to the gentle giant before you, watching his shoulders sag in defeat.

“How can I deny you? You make an excellent point.” He says, cheeks pinkening with a little embarassment at the prospect of playing a children’s game in front of his grove. Worse yet, he was actually slightly worried about how he’d fare. You, however, are just happy he’s agreed.

“Wonderful!” You clap ypur hands together excitedly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Halsin.”

Halsin watches as you make your way towards Kagha, animatedly discussing decorations and procedures for tomorrow, wondering how on earth he became so lucky to have you in the grove.

The following morning was a blur.

Decorations had been set up the night before and the children were ecstatic. Restless to begin the scavenger hunt that was a “rite” of passage to the grove. Colourful streamers hung from trees danced in the autumn breeze and smoke billowed from the fire pits that were already cooking food for the evening’s feast.

You had been trying to pry information for Kagha all night , whilst you helped her tie the streamers, about what the test would be like but she’d refused to answer.

“You’ll find out tomorrow,” she chuckled. “Like the rest of the children.”

You’d omitted to tell her that Halsin would be joining the festivities. A small piece of revenge for refusing to tell you what to expect.

When the sun was at it’s highest peak shining down across the woodland near Emerald Grove, the members of the grove gathered to watch the children being the “rite”. As it turns out, the “rite” was a treasure hunt. Specifically, a treasure hunt for random foragable items in the forest that tested a young druid’s ability of recognition. There were no rules as the game – rite – was simple. Find your items and return to the grove. The children were split into pairs and handed a piece of paper with their items listed, before being sent on their way into dense forest beyond the grove.

Naturally, you were paired with Halsin. As the only two adults taking part, Halsin had spun it as watching over the children to save himself the embarassment of telling everyone he’d be taking part. Not that you hadn’t told a handful of people already why he was taking part – or that some of the elders already knew why.

You looked at your list with furrowed brows of concentration. Chestnut, pinecone, Acorn. You’d already found a pinecone and knew where the chesnut and oak trees in the forest were, so the other two were going to be an easy find. You hated to admit it but Halsin had been right.

It irked you more that he was being so pleasantly smug about it too.

“You could have told me the kids go in pairs.” You huff, trapsing through the undergrowth in the direction of a chesnut tree. The scent of damp woodland was all around you, a comforting sense of home you couldn’t escape.

“It must have slipped my mind.” Halsin said cheerily, offering you a large hand to help steady you as you clambered over a fallen log. You take it but pretend to be begrudged by it, making Halsin chuckle.

“It’s not a real challenge either, is it?” You grumble, narrowing your eyes at him. So much for your grand plan of impressing him.

“No. But I did try to warn you.”

You kick a pebble trying to hide your frustration at your plan going so unbelievably sideways. You don’t realise you haven’t let go of Halsin’s hand.

“Oh!” you gasp, tugging your hand away quickly. “Sorry, wasn’t thinking.”

You wipe your sweaty palms on your clothes and your cheeks flush. Halsin says nothing, he only smiles adoringly, as you both make your way to a small clearing.

The sun beams filter through the trees, illuminating the clearing, bathing a chesnut tree in golden light. It looks magnificent. You stretch your arms wide before picking up a fallen chesnut, turning it in your hand to admire it. There were no marks , no worm holes. Utterly perfect. You hand it out to Halsin, who holds it between his gigantic thumb and forefinger.

“A perfect chesnut,” he comments, tucking away into a leather pouch on his belt with a smirk. “Congratulations. You only have one more left to find.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You mean we.”

“Of course. We.” He gives you another smile like butter wouldn’t melt. You’d swear up and down he was the embodiment of sunshine itself. Your eyes rake over his form with a resigned smile before you realise something.

You prod at the emblem on his chest. “Found the acorn.”

Halsin looks surprised and looks down to where you’re prodding him. The acorn emblem of Emerald Grove is engraved in his leather coverings. Halsin rumbles with laughter, his shoulders shaking with mirth and you struggle to stifle a giggle.

“Ah, I suppose you have. Although, I believe the rite calls for an actual acorn.” He can’t even speak to you without cracking a smile. You swat and his large chest playfully.

“The rite didn’t say anything about that.” You point out, and then press your palm over his emblem. Halsin stiffens and watches you carefully. You didn’t seem to notice you’ve placed your hand directly over his heart, and he’s trying desperately to stop it beating so hard; he’s too worried thinking you’ll feel it.

You smirk up at him with the mischevious glimmer in your eyes he’s grown to love, hand still pressed over his heart.

“So I believe I win. Or, we win.” You chuckle sweetly, smirk morphing into a beaming grin. Halsin looks at you awestruck as the sunlight bounces off your skin, illuminating all of your beautiful features as you smile just as radiantly as the sun. His sun-kissed skin tinges pink, along with the tips of his ears, for once unsure of what to say.

“Halsin?”

He blinks down at you. You’re looking at him expectantly, but your hand hasn’t moved. He clears his throat.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, fighting the the redness that threatens to rush to his face.

“I said; do you want to head back? Try and enjoy some of the food before the kids eat it all?” you raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for his answer.

Halsin swallows thickly. “I – yes. We could.”

He doesn’t move.

Neither do you.

You’re both looking at eachother, daring the other to pull away or to address the tension that had been building between you for quite some time. Your fingers trace the indents of the emblem idly and you open your mouth to speak but Halsin beats you to it.

“Why did you insist I come with you?”

You take a breath, not quite sure what to say. You offer a sheepish smile and a small shrug.

“Thought it would be good for you to get away. Have some fun.” You meet his soft brown eyes with your own. “Maybe I just wanted you to myself for a little while.”

Halsin’s shoulders sag with relief, one of his large hands envelop the hand over his heart. “You don’t have to bring me out here to have my attention,” He chuckles, squeezing your hand lightly. “You never have to ask for my attention.” His eyes have a playful glimmer as he looks at you. “And you don’t have to make an elaborate ploy to get me to spend time with you.”

Your breath catches and heat rushes to your cheeks. You chuckle timidly, caught red handed.

“Well... as we’re here then.” You look about the beautiful clearing, still bathed in golden light. “Shall we sit a while?”

By the time you return to the grove, you’re both strolling hand in hand with beaming smiles and adoring, bashful glances.

“Did you get all over your items?” Kagha calls out to you with a knowing smile.

Both you and Halsin blush. “I found something better.” You quip. “And I’m sure the Oak Father would be proud.”

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