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look down on me like that - 5 (explicit)

genre: slow burn enemies to lovers hatefucking coworkers au, smut (w some eventual angst)

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: your asshole coworker min yoongi has made it his personal mission to ruin your life.

word count: 11.4k (you're welcome 😌)

contains: ~explicit sexual content~ !! *deep breath in* YES THERE IS ACTUAL FUCKING HAPPENING - EVERYONE REMAIN CALM. also i promise this is the most unhinged reader gets lmao. alright let's go: one night stand/stranger sex, semi-public sex (bathroom of a bar), fingering, spanking, a truly gratuitous blowjob, orgasm denial, a smidge of dirty talk/namecalling, finger sucking?, protected sex, semi-awkward sex lmao, the hatefucking is HERE 🙌🏻 plenty of alcohol mentions as always,, so much alcohol. this chapter also features a couple fun cameos - kihyun of monsta x and wonho 💜

A/N: hope y'all enjoy this absolute CHAOS!! i have so many lovely friends who cheered me on while i was writing this, far too many to name, but i fucking adore you all 🥺🥺 and i do want to specifically shoutout @kiestrokes because the ~spicy twist~ in this chapter would not be HALF as good if it wasn't for her and her big beautiful brain. srsly she took a half-baked idea i had and made it insane. god i love that woman. ALRIGHT ENOUGH BABBLING - ENJOY!!!!!

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“Try this.” Jimin yanks an emerald green dress off the hanger and chucks it over his shoulder, nearly hitting you.

“Ugh, I hate this one,” you groan as you hold the offending item up for inspection, pinched between index finger and thumb. “The fabric is so itchy.”

Your best friend whips around, hands on hips, when you question his taste. “I’m sorry, did I just hear you going back on our agreement? Is that what this is?”

You groan, flopping over onto your bedspread, doing your best not to mess up your hair. Jimin had, understandably, been pissed when you’d called him immediately upon leaving the office last night, hands still shaking as you cradled the phone against your cheek. You think you have permanent hearing damage from the anguished wails your best friend made as you finally admitted everything you hadn’t told him. And you certainly could have done without the appreciative noises he made after he forced you to describe Suga’s dick in explicit detail.

It’s not like you aren’t constantly thinking about it, anyway.

Especially now that Yoongi has specifically told you everything, everything he wants to do to you. The words swim back to you in pieces whenever you aren’t actively trying to suppress the memory. Finger that tight little pussy. Spank you until you bruise. Fuck you like the slut you so clearly are.

God. You’ve been horny for 24 hours straight. This can’t be good for your health.

Jimin had nearly disowned you for letting secrecy infiltrate your friendship for the first time in over a decade, but then he’d realized how truly distraught you were as you just kept babbling into the phone about Suga, too far gone to make any sense.

“Jesus fucking christ, it’s not the end of the world!” He’d finally interrupted with a frustrated groan. “You really think Suga is the only man in the world who can fuck you senseless? He was probably overselling it anyway. Having a pretty dick doesn’t guarantee he knows what to do with it.”

At this point you’d stumbled onto the bus home, and you remember smacking your forehead against the cold glass of the window with a whine at the words pretty dick, your mind already departing on another Yoongi spiral.

Jimin’s peal of laughter rang in your ears. “I’ve never heard you down this bad in my life, good god girl! We just need to get you laid so your fucking brain can work right again.”

“Please,” you’d grunted.

“Alright, I’m coming over tomorrow, and we’re going out.” He’d paused then, and you knew there was more even before he continued. It was like you could hear his evil smile. “And I get to pick your outfit.”

You’re snapped out of the memory as a second dress is tossed your way, this one hitting you square in the face.

“Either the green or this one. You’re still in the doghouse, ma’am,” Jimin reminds you.

You pull the second option up to examine it, already grateful for the softer feel of the material. Jimin loves to put you in shit that you’d never wear— usually dresses that he bought for you, or bullied you into buying. You think you already dress pretty racy when you go out, but Jimin likes to take it to another level, always encouraging you to show more skin, more tits, more ass. He’s definitely responsible for this number even being in your closet: dark burgundy in color, it’s tight, short, and the cutouts leave very little to the imagination.

You whine softly despite yourself. “Do I have to? I’m going to freeze to death.”

Jimin has already moved to sit at your desk, examining his hair in the mirror you use to do your makeup. He’s in one of his favorite going-out shirts, one he claims “makes even the straight boys look twice”, a blue and white striped button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He doesn’t even bother making eye contact with you as he peers at his reflection, fiddling with the silver hoops in his ears. “I dunno. Depends on whether or not you value my friendship.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “I can’t stand you.”

“Will you shut up and put your damn freakum dress on already?” He rummages through your makeup bag without asking until he finds what he’s looking for, a tube of Fenty gloss that he dabs in the center of his bottom lip.

“That is not what freakum dress means,” you say with a laugh as you stand to strip out of your sweats, but he’s already reaching for his phone that’s connected to your Bluetooth speaker, another requirement for the evening in order to keep your friendship intact. Beyoncé starts to blast as you pull your shirt over your head and suck in for dear life.

“So, what exactly is the plan?” You ask as soon as you swallow down another shot, nearly shouting to be heard over the noise of the bar. Jimin made you do a couple in your kitchen before you left, and though you haven’t even been out for an hour, you’re already straddling the line between tipsy and drunk.

He shoots you a look. “Don’t act so innocent, like I haven’t personally seen you go home with random dudes.”

Your gaze flits over the mass of bodies out on the dance floor. “I mean, yeah, but…” You shrug, grimacing slightly. “I don’t know, it’s been a while. And we’re not in college anymore.”

“What about him?” You look back at Jimin and he nods his head behind you. You do your best to be subtle as you glance over your shoulder to see two guys a couple of tables away.

“Which one?”

Jimin makes a face like it’s obvious. “Are you kidding me? The absolutely built daddy with the red hair?”

You examine them more closely, scrunching your nose up a little. He’s cute, big as hell, and you certainly notice his bubble butt in those tight pants. But it just doesn’t feel right. “I don’t know that he’s my type.” When your gaze lands on his friend, dressed in all black, dark hair skimming over his eyes as he leans in to say something, your heart flips in your chest. Now that could work.

Turning back to Jimin to say as much, you realize that he’s already brushing past you. “Well I’m not stupid,” he scoffs, and you scramble to follow after him as he stalks confidently across the room.

He’s already talking to them when you catch up. “Hi boys. Care for some company?”

They glance at each other, and you can tell Jimin’s presence is clearly unexpected but not unwelcome. He wasn’t wrong: nobody can resist him in that damn shirt.

“Sure,” red-haired daddy says with a shy giggle, and you have to bite back a smile. You were not expecting a guy that built to react so softly, and you already know your best friend is going feral on the inside. There is nothing Jimin loves more than a man he can fluster. Especially one who can make him pay for it.

His friend flags down a server and orders a round of shots for the table, then gives you a small wave as Jimin takes the liberty of giving his name and yours. “I’m Kihyun.”

“Hoseok,” Jimin's target is clearly squirming under his intense gaze. “But my friends call me Wonho.”

“Can I be your friend?” Jimin purrs. You’re nearly laughing at how quickly he lost the plot of trying to get you laid, but he’s also such an intense flirt that it nearly works as a wingman maneuver, in its own weird way.

You scoot a little closer to Kihyun as Jimin and Wonho disappear into their own conversation. Up close you can really admire how attractive he is, full lips and a wickedly sharp jawline.

“Hi,” you say with a smile, surprised to find yourself slightly nervous despite the alcohol coursing through your system.

“Hi,” he says back, and he looks like he’s about to say more when the server reappears with a tray of four shots.

“Thanks again for these,” you say as you reach for one, and he waves it off. You glance over at Jimin and Wonho, assuming they might want to toast as a group, but Jimin is already hooking his elbow around Wonho’s ridiculous bicep and making a not-at-all-subtle comment about how big he is, intertwining their arms before they each throw the shot back.

You look at Kihyun again, who is biting his lip nervously, and you can feel your face heat up. You’re no Jimin, so you settle for gently tapping your shot glass against his. “Cheers.”

He echoes the sentiment and you down your drinks simultaneously. You shiver a little as you swallow, but you’ve had enough that you don’t even feel the burn of the alcohol.

“So,” Kihyun’s eyes flit over to Jimin, then return to you. “Do you two come here a lot?”

You shrug. “We rotate. Jimin likes this place more than I do. You?”

He laughs softly. “Not really. Honestly, we’re both homebodies, but we try to get out every so often. Always nice to meet new people.” It’s so quick you nearly miss it, but you swear his eyes jump down your figure and back up again.

You try to ignore the little voice in your head reminding you of another pair of eyes; dark, calculating, wandering over your body. Not now.

“I couldn’t agree more,” you say, because it’s true: a new person is definitely what you need in this moment.

Before you can ask a follow-up question, you hear Jimin, talking loudly so that he’s audible over the music. “Your thighs look so good in those pants!” You have to resist the urge to smack your head against the table when you look over to see him attempting— and absolutely failing— to wrap his small hands around the circumference of Wonho’s leg, who is giggling like a schoolgirl.

You glance back at Kihyun, who is equally enraptured. “I’m so sorry,” you say quietly. “He is unfortunately always like this.”

“You know where else those thighs would look good?” Jimin’s voice lowers as he asks the question, and you watch Kihyun’s eyes go wide.

“Do you want to dance?” You say quickly, and he nods so fast you think his head might fall off. You start to break away from the group, his hand slipping to your waist, when Jimin smacks the table so loud that it makes you jump.

“Hey!” He yells, and you turn back, but he’s pointing at Kihyun, who instantly looks terrified. He leans in, as if to divulge confidential information, and Kihyun takes a tentative step towards him.

“Just so you’re aware,” Jimin starts, and you know it’s going to be bad. “She needs to get dicked down. Severely. Hope you’re ready.”

You close your hand around Kihyun’s wrist and drag him towards the dance floor, eager for a distraction to keep you from murdering your best friend.

Now that you’re actually in motion, you can feel the last couple of shots quickly catching up to you, the room blurring slightly at the edges. At the center of the dance floor, the thudding bass is loud enough to make it hard to think, which is exactly what you need right now.

You’re grateful not to have to force any more conversation, both of Kihyun’s hands slipping to your hips as you start to move in time to the music. It gives you free reign to admire him up close, and damn, he really is gorgeous. He’s only a little taller than you in your heels— probably about the same height as Yoongi, though his frame is slighter, smaller. You watch as his dark hair falls into his eyes again and he reaches up to sweep it off his forehead— Yoongi’s hair is a little longer, and he certainly has much better hands, but other than that—

You have to squeeze your eyes shut when you realize what the fuck you're doing. The whole point of this encounter is to stop thinking about Yoongi. Not pick apart this absolute stranger in comparison to him.

You desperately wish you could get another drink, but you know that would push you all the way into “drunk” territory. As much as you hate admitting it, Jimin was right: you really need to be able to consent to sex tonight. You’re gonna have to get through this the old-fashioned way, with sheer fucking willpower.

“Are you okay?”

Your eyes flutter open to meet Kihyun’s concerned gaze. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just, uh. Thinking about work.” Not a complete lie.

“Well, don’t,” he says with a soft laugh. “It’s the weekend. You should enjoy it.” His hands press a little tighter, pulling you close until your body is flush with his. His breath ghosts over your neck as you hear his voice in your ear. “That dress looks really good on you.”

A different voice echoes in your mind before you can stop it. Spread your legs for me. Show me what’s under that dress. You can’t help but wonder if this is what it feels like to literally go insane, and then you grab Kihyun’s face with both hands and kiss him in a desperate attempt to not think anymore.

You can feel him freeze, clearly not expecting it, but after a second his mouth starts to move against yours. His hands slip further down towards your ass, and fuck, it occurs to you that you are still incredibly horny. You need this to happen as soon as possible.

Pulling away and sliding your hands to Kihyun’s shoulders, you tilt up to speak into his ear. “Do you live near here?”

His eyes go wide for at least the third time tonight. “Y-yeah, not far.” You see his tongue dart out to lick his lips.

“I don’t know how to say this politely,” you admit with an embarrassed smile. “But my friend wasn’t wrong. About… what I need.”

He pauses for a moment, and your stomach twists as you prepare for rejection, the reasonable reaction considering you basically jumped this man like a crazy person. But then he smiles, leaning into you so he can keep his tone soft. “Come on, then.”

You follow Kihyun as he guides you towards the exit, keeping one hand pressed to the small of your back. It’s hard to miss the other half of your group making their way through the crowd— Wonho is large enough that people quickly shrink to get out of his way, but his gaze is entirely transfixed on Jimin’s ass in front of him. You nod in their direction and Kihyun follows as you push past bodies to reunite.

“Are you leaving?!” Jimin asks, and you can only nod. His eyes jump to Kihyun. “I told you, you better give it to her!” He shouts it so loudly that people standing behind him glance over their shoulders, but he is fully unfazed, now brandishing his cellphone. “And I always have her location on, so if you murder her, I will come find you!”

With a roll of your eyes, you lean across the circle so that Wonho can hear you. “Take good care of him, okay?” When you pull away, you swear he’s blushing as red as his hair, and he nods sheepishly.

You turn back to Kihyun. “Ready?”

The door to Kihyun’s apartment barely has time to close behind you before you find his lips with yours again. He presses you up against the wall of the entryway, and you waste no time in moving your hands over his body. His shirt and pants hit the floor in quick succession.

When he reaches for the hem of your dress, you cover his hands with yours to stop him. “Do you— is it okay if I keep it on?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, breathless. “Yeah, okay.”

He kisses you again and you let him guide you backwards through an open door into his bedroom until you feel the mattress hit the backs of your knees. You perch on the edge of the bed and glance around the room, taking it in. It’s clean, if minimally furnished, and your stomach flips when you see a nondescript work desk tucked into one corner.

You look at Kihyun when you feel his hand gently rub your thigh, encouraging you to spread your legs.

“Kihyun?”

“Yeah?”

Your gaze jumps to his desk, then back to him. “Do— uh… Do you think you could bend me over your desk?”

He seems a little dumbfounded, and takes a second to find words. “Wh— I— yeah, yes, I can do that. I just—” he clears his throat. “Do you need, like, foreplay, or…?”

You stand up again, knees shaking slightly. “I’ll tell you what to do, does that work?”

It must, because he kisses you, eventually starting to move towards the desk. When you’ve gotten far enough, you feel him tug at your hips, encouraging you to spin around so your back is flush with his chest. His hand slides up to your shoulders to gently press you forward, and you brace your forearms on the desk, already breathless.

“P-pull my dress up,” you manage to instruct. His hands caress over your thighs, then move to the hem of your dress, pushing up until your ass is fully exposed for him.

Get a good look at that ass you were tempting me with, the voice in your head finishes for you. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on this moment, this man. Not any others.

You look back at Kihyun over your shoulder in an attempt to stay present, spreading your legs a little wider. “Touch me.”

He slowly moves a hand from your thigh up towards your core, and you feel his fingers just barely brush over the fabric of your underwear. The rush of contact after so much anticipation is enough to make you shiver slightly, but his touch is so light, so gentle.

Gentle is not what you need right now.

Keeping yourself held up on one arm, you reach the other behind you to forcefully tug your panties to the side. “Your fingers, Kihyun,” you hiss.

You tip your head forward and swallow down a whine of relief as he presses a digit into you and starts to rub circles. “How’s that?” His voice purrs in your ear, and you whimper as you nod.

It feels good, especially when he adds a second finger, but it’s not enough. He’s too soft, too tentative.

You look back at him again. “Can you spank me?”

You’ve officially lost count of the number of times you’ve surprised this man tonight. “I— what?”

“Like, smack my ass?”

“Like this?” He asks, but you barely feel it when he brings his hand down over your ass.

“Harder,” you say almost instantly, realizing after the fact that you could probably stand to be a little nicer to this random stranger. “Please.”

Kihyun’s second attempt is better, enough to make you groan softly as the sensation of the sting mixes with the movements of his fingers pressing against your front wall. He does it again, harder still, and you wiggle your ass back towards him— you need more, more than his hands can give.

“Kihyun,” you gasp, “want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? I’ll fuck you right here,” he grunts. At least he seems to be genuinely into it, you think to yourself gratefully. He smacks your ass a final time and you bite down on your lip as he withdraws his fingers. “One second.”

You hear the sound of him opening a drawer somewhere in his room and retrieving a condom, and you let your eyes flutter closed until his hands brush over your hips again.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Kihyun, please,” you beg, your head dropping down onto your forearms. “Please fuck me.” Desire is wound up so tight inside you that you can’t think about anything else; you need this so fucking badly.

He makes a strangled whine as he presses into you, and you move your hips back onto him, gasping slightly at the stretch. “Fuck.”

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Kihyun groans, and he starts to roll into you with steady thrusts that brush the head of his cock right over your g-spot. You push backwards, matching his rhythm, and he’s not wrong: it feels good.

But it’s not enough.

“Harder,” you groan, your voice muffled in the crook of your elbow, and you hear Kihyun grunt as he picks up the pace, hips snapping against your ass. Better, but somehow still not what you need.

“Please, Kihyun,” you encourage again. “Fuck me like a slut.”

“Jesus,” he breathes, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve finally broken him. But then his hand cracks over your ass, hard enough to take you by surprise, and he starts to thrust even faster.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, and his voice is tense, almost angry; something about it makes your walls start to flutter. Your orgasm is so frustratingly close, yet somehow beyond your grasp.

And then you hear that all-too familiar voice in your head. I want to make you come so hard that your legs shake. Before you can help it, you moan a little at the memory. The way Yoongi leveled his gaze on you as he spoke so calmly, in a way that had you believing every single word. You can feel your core starting to tighten at the very thought, and once your brain realizes that’s what will get you there, it’s like the fucking floodgates open.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, and you can hear him grunt in agreement, like he’s close, too.

You’re helpless to stop it now, too desperate to come. Yoongi’s voice, his face, his tongue, his hands, his cock. It’s all you can think of. You gasp as everything inside you tightens and starts to pulse.

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna come,” you whine. So hard that you have no choice but to scream my name as I wreck you, the voice in your head finishes, and you dig your nails into the desk beneath you as you reach your climax.

Your back arches, pleasure washing over you, and you cry out. “Yes, Yoongi, yes!”

There’s a moment where his hips stutter, and then he pushes all the way into you one last time with a grunt of effort as he comes, too. Your heartbeat starts to slow.

And then it occurs to you that the man fucking you is absolutely not named Yoongi, and you smack a hand over your mouth.

“Oh my god,” you say softly, voice muffled, and you remove your hand as you start to straighten up. You can hear Kihyun still breathing heavily behind you, but he’s otherwise silent as he releases his grip on your hips and slides out of you.

“Kihyun,” you turn to watch him cross the room to the en-suite bathroom, where he briefly disappears to dispose of the condom. Face burning with embarrassment, you awkwardly maneuver to readjust your underwear and pull your dress back down over your ass.

When he reappears in the doorway, you try again. “Kihyun, I am so sorry. I—I don’t—” you fumble for what to say, knowing full well you don’t have a good explanation. At least not one that doesn’t make you sound insane.

“It’s cool,” he says, but he’s clearly uncomfortable. “I mean, you know. Shit happens.”

You glance around nervously for your phone before realizing it’s back on the table in the entryway where you tossed it in the throes of passion. You shoot Kihyun a weak smile. “I should— let me call Jimin. I can get a ride home.”

Kihyun laughs dryly. “Yeah, I’m gonna take a wild guess that he might be a little busy. I can take you home. It’s not a big deal.”

As much as your pride wants to refuse, you don’t exactly have a backup plan. “I would really appreciate that,” you murmur.

The drive is silent and painfully awkward, Kihyun turning up the music just loud enough that you get the indication that he doesn’t want to talk. As the lights of the city stream by, you can’t help but wonder how everything got so fucked up.

When Kihyun pulls up to your apartment complex, you indicate where he can drop you off, and he reaches over you as the car slows to a stop to politely open the door.

“Have a good night,” he says firmly, and you can barely manage a word of thanks before you slip out of his car and head up the stairs to die of embarrassment.

Jimin shows up at your door late Sunday afternoon, a takeout bag of haejangguk tucked under one arm, gushing incessantly about the various ways Wonho threw him around all night. It feels like he babbles for an hour, until he finally takes a break to sip from his own container of soup, and prompts you with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Your turn. Was your mission successful?”

You keep your gaze firmly planted on the floor as you recount what happened.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

~*~

Jimin decides that you’ll try again next weekend, promising he’ll be less distracted. You’re not positive you’ll survive that long. You preemptively text Jungkook asking to take the week off from boxing class - your stomach is such a fucking bundle of nerves that you barely sleep at all Sunday night, and you know the next five days spent in constant fear of running into Yoongi is only going to make it worse.

Those same nerves creep up into your throat when you unlock the doors Monday morning, Jungkook waiting patiently behind you with his hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack.

Dread blooms inside of you as you move to place your purse on your desk, and then you make a split-second decision, spinning back to face Jungkook.

“Hey, JK?” The nickname is unplanned, just sort of comes out, but you see him visibly brighten. “Are there any open desks on your side of the office? I think I need a change of scenery.”

He nods, eyes wide. “Yeah! I’m actually all by myself right now. Sunye is on maternity leave for the rest of the month. You can use her desk.”

You gesture for him to lead the way and he does, heading past the break room and walking backwards down the hallway to keep talking to you. “Is there something wrong with your normal desk? We can always put in a work order.”

“Uh, no,” you scramble, trying to find a good excuse. “It can just be a little distracting, you know. People coming in and out all day. I’ve got a lot of stuff I need to be heads-down on this week.”

The excuse sounds flimsy and false to you, but he seems to buy it. “Yeah, makes sense! I’ll try not to distract you too much.”

He does a full 360-degree spin on his heels as you turn the corner at the end of the hall, and it’s enough to make you laugh softly despite yourself. There’s a small alcove with a desk pressed against either wall, and you don’t even have to ask which one is Jungkook’s. The standing desk is dotted with tell-tale signs of Baby Star Candy: an empty shaker cup, a mini tub of protein powder, several fidget toys tucked beneath his monitor. A small collage of polaroids is taped to the wall where you see him smiling with friends, throwing up a peace sign in nearly every single one.

Sunye’s desk is mostly empty, save for a few framed photos of her with her husband and two young kids. You drop your purse down and take a seat as Jungkook chucks his backpack under his desk, both of you reaching to retrieve your laptops.

Outlook hasn’t even loaded before he’s turned around and talking to you again. “So how was your weekend?”

You grimace reflexively at memories you’d rather forget, and Jungkook misinterprets the look. “Oh, sorry, no distractions. I’ll be quiet.”

“No, no,” you shake your head. “It’s not you. My weekend was fine. What about yours?”

He laughs, looking a little embarrassed. “I mean, honestly? I’m super addicted to this new mobile game that just came out. I feel like I blinked and lost two days.” He’s already reaching for his cellphone. “Want to see?” You roll your chair across to his side of the room as Jungkook leans over to show you the little island world he’s nearly 500 levels into. After a few minutes, he seems to remember himself.

“Shit, you specifically said you came here to focus. I’m sorry, I really will leave you alone now.”

You bite down on your bottom lip. “No, it’s okay, JK. I— honestly, I wasn’t being entirely truthful when I said that. I don’t mind the distraction at all, actually. It’s kind of complicated, but… it would be nice if I could hide out here for the foreseeable future.”

He looks at you, clearly surprised. “Of course. Whatever you need. Is everything okay?”

You wince a little, with no idea how to answer that question.

His voice drops. “Is it Suga?”

“It’s complicated.” You repeat with a sigh.

An unfamiliar emotion flashes in Jungkook’s eyes. You’ve never seen him angry before, but you’d guess this is what it looks like. “Hey, seriously, if he’s being aggressive with you, we should do something about it. Report it or something.”

You have to suppress the urge to laugh in his face. Like Yoongi being aggressive with you isn’t exactly what you’ve been fantasizing about for days.

“No, it’s not like that,” you reassure him. “I think we’re just two people who are better off kept apart from each other. That’s all.”

Jungkook nods slowly, and it’s clear from his expression that he wants to pry more, but is forcing himself not to. “Okay.”

There’s a heaviness of unasked and unanswered questions in the air, but the two of you manage to lapse into corporate smalltalk as you roll back over to your desk and dive into your workday.

Jungkook eventually has to peel off for a few virtual meetings, and watching him work is its own source of entertainment. If it’s a meeting that requires his focus, you can tell because he leans in close to his monitor, staring at spreadsheets or data visualizations with a look on his face like he’s using every single brain cell he owns.

You can also tell when he’s put on calls where he clearly isn’t needed, because he’ll spin in a full circle at his desk with a glazed over look in his eye. There are even a few times where you glance up to see him silently doing what you vaguely recognize as TikTok dances, and you have to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from outright laughing.

The day rolls on, and you’re neck deep in drafting a communication when Jungkook’s voice breaks your concentration. “Do you like ramyeon?”

Your head snaps up to see him lean down under his desk to grab his backpack. He unzips it to retrieve two containers of instant noodles, and when he offers one to you, you give an approving nod. “I usually bring two in case I get extra hungry. I’ll make it, come meet me in the break room when you finish what you’re doing.”

You genuinely believe him on the first day, but when he just so happens to bring a second lunch on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, you start to get a little suspicious.

Friday has you stuck on a working session straight through your usual lunch hour, and Jungkook disappears without a word, returning as you’re pulling your headset off with two to-go salads in a plastic bag.

“I ordered one, and they gave me two. Crazy, right?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him to signal that you don’t believe a damn word, but you still thank him as you follow him down the hall to the break room.

“You’re coming out tonight, right?” He asks over lunch, and it takes you a second to remember the planned happy hour your boss has scheduled for the office. You’re torn between never wanting to see the inside of a bar again, and the overwhelming desire to drink as much as you can on the company’s dime. Ideally enough to obliterate the brain cells that store your memories of last weekend.

In the end, your cheapness wins out. Plus, given that it’s a social work event, you’d bet your entire salary that Yoongi will be nowhere to be found. You figure it might actually prove to be a good distraction. “Sure, yeah. At least for a couple drinks.”

“Cool,” Jungkook smiles a little as he spears a piece of chicken on his plastic fork. “Let me know when you’re done for the day, we can head over together.”

As much as you’d like to blow off early, a phone call that was supposed to take fifteen minutes ends up lasting over an hour. You mute your headset briefly to give a loud sigh, and shoot Jungkook a silent pout in apology when he meets your gaze, but he just flips his phone around to show you the progress he’s making on his island. At least he’s good at keeping himself entertained, you think with a smile.

Finally the person leading the call seems to come to the extremely delayed realization that no one is going to make any more progress on the issue after 5 PM on a Friday, and things wrap up pretty quickly after that. You and Jungkook gather your things and head for the front, and the office is a ghost town.

Your eyes drift down the opposite hallway towards the Genius Lab, your pulse quickening a little. You’ve checked the lab every evening this week and have luckily only found it empty, but you’re nearly an hour ahead of schedule today. And you don’t exactly have a great track record with Yoongi when it comes to Fridays.

“I should probably…”

“I can do it,” Jungkook cuts in softly. You’re hit with the automatic urge to say no, to shield him from this chaos in any way you can. But it would be really nice to not have to deal with Yoongi for one fucking day.

“I would appreciate that,” you reply, and Jungkook is already striding down the hall. You pretend to busy yourself on your phone as you hear a knock, then the electronic beeps of him punching the code into the door lock. When you glance up, you see him push the door open and stick his head inside, then promptly close it again.

“He’s gone. Let’s get out of here.”

The bar your boss has chosen is only a few blocks away from the office, and Jungkook holds the door open for you to enter first when you arrive. You don’t see your group right when you first walk in, and you have to round a bend in the layout of the building before you spot the long table of familiar faces.

You move to take a step forward, but Jungkook nearly imperceptibly brings a hand to your elbow to stop you. He says nothing, which is unlike him, and you start to ask a question.

“Wh—” the words die in your mouth when you see Yoongi smiling politely into a glass of whiskey, seated at the table next to your boss. His gaze flickers up to meet yours. Your stomach twists as you watch the smile immediately drop off his face.

“We can go,” Jungkook says quickly, but you know you can’t give him the satisfaction.

“It’s fine,” you say, and it comes out a little more harsh than you mean it to. “We don’t have to sit near him.” Jungkook follows your lead to the opposite end of the table. When you take your seats, he almost immediately gets sucked into a conversation with some of the audio engineers. You do your best to at least act like you’re following along, but it feels like the room is spinning despite the fact that you’re entirely sober.

That absolutely needs to change, you quickly determine. You’re sitting at the corner of the table, so it’s easy enough to slip out and get to your feet. Jungkook glances up when you do.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, and your tone must be direct enough that he doesn’t ask any follow-up questions or offer his company. Which is fine, you think to yourself as you cross the room. You’re perfectly capable of walking to the bar and ordering a drink on your own.

At least it feels that way until you sweep your gaze across the room, waiting on a bartender to acknowledge your presence, and realize Yoongi is headed straight towards you, empty glass in hand.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You set your jaw, determined not to let him smell your fear, and renew your conviction to flag someone down and get a drink as fast as possible. When Yoongi takes a seat at the barstool next to you, you will your face not to react. But you’re not quite fast enough to remember to tell your mouth to stay shut, too.

“What are you doing here?” You snap, refusing to look him in the eye.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says, voice even, and you blink hard. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. “I figured an event with free alcohol was a good place to start. Let’s hope no one wore their good shoes tonight.”

Setting your jaw has turned into fully gritting your teeth, and you’ve never been more grateful to see a bartender when one approaches. You order quickly, and see Yoongi silently lift his empty glass as a request in your periphery.

“What do you want, Yoongi?”

When he hums and doesn’t respond right away, you glance over to see him running a finger around the rim of his finished drink. Just his fucking hand is enough to send a shiver up your spine, and you tear your gaze away.

“Well, for one, I honestly have to say I was surprised when HR didn’t personally escort me out of the building Monday morning.”

Your head snaps up to look at him again as you parse out his meaning. “Really?”

Yoongi’s gaze meets yours, his brows slightly pinching together as if he’s surprised that you’re surprised. “Uh, yeah.”

You’re so shocked it takes you a minute to form words. “I— I mean, it’s not like it was unprovoked.”

He makes a face as if he’s considering it, shrugging a little. “I suppose.”

As you drop your gaze to the wood grain of the bar, you can’t help but wonder if that was meant to be an apology. You barely have time to process that thought before the bartender returns, setting your drinks down, and you reach for yours like a woman dehydrated. When you take a sip, it’s strong— exactly what you need in this moment.

You’re already halfway off the barstool, very ready to get back to your seat at the table, when Yoongi speaks up again.

“Do you want to hear a funny story?” Something in his tone makes you pause, and he keeps going.

“I heard from an old friend a few days ago. We used to be really close, but lately I don’t think we’ve talked in…” He shakes his head in disbelief, like he’s trying to think. “God, probably years. I’ve been so focused on work. You know how I get.”

You physically recoil at his strange candor, how comfortable he suddenly is with implying that you know him. Your stomach is already starting to turn, though you can’t put a finger on why. It just feels like he’s playing with you.

Yoongi rolls his glass between his palms as he continues. “So you know, we catch up, ask how life is going, all the usual shit. And then my friend— Kihyun, that’s his name— Kih starts telling me about this crazy hookup he had last weekend.”

You nearly drop your drink as your blood runs cold. Yoongi continues the charade, pretending like he’s telling you something you don’t already know first-hand.

“He said he got approached by this super hot girl out of nowhere, and that she was fucking desperate for it. Barely said two words to him before she was asking him to take her home. And once he did, he said the sex was wild. I mean, it definitely sounded great to me when he gave me the play-by-play.” He pauses for a moment, and when he speaks again, there’s a new tone to his voice, almost aggressive. “Straight out of one of my own fantasies, really.”

You take a nervous gulp of your drink in hopes that it might help cool down your burning face— whether it’s from shame or rage, you can’t tell.

“And get this.” Yoongi’s voice is grave now, all pretense of telling a funny story gone as he turns to fully face you. “You’re never gonna believe whose name she cried out when she came. Because it sure wasn’t Kih’s.”

The shock of his words, at the fact that he knows this, is enough to freeze you where you stand. You’re nearly shaking with the chaotic storm of emotions swirling in your brain, and it takes every ounce of willpower you can muster to keep your voice steady as you fix him in your gaze. “I don’t see that it’s any of your business who or how I fuck, Yoongi.”

“Oh, I think it’s absolutely my business when you’re calling them my fucking name. And I don’t understand why you’d settle for imitation when you could have the real thing.” Despite how livid you are, you don’t miss the way your pussy flutters at the smug look on his face.

“Maybe it’s because your friend doesn’t come with all the strings attached that you do.”

“Strings?” He quirks an eyebrow. “I wasn’t planning on dating you, sweetheart.”

You can’t believe how dense he is, and you slam your drink down on the bar. “No, Yoongi, but you’re my fucking coworker. Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘don’t shit where you eat’?” He chuckles dryly into the rim of his glass. “It’s a bad fucking idea.”

He examines you as he takes a sip of whiskey, then finally speaks again. “Here’s the way I see it. We are both sane, consenting adults, very capable of being rational about this.” You scoff in disbelief at how calmly he can say such a thing as you take another long pull from your drink. “There’s obviously a lot of pent-up feelings going on. I’m not saying we have to be friends. Hell, we don’t even have to like each other. Sometimes it’s more fun when you don’t.”

Not expecting that commentary, you nearly choke on the ice in your glass. Yoongi gives you a moment to recover before continuing.

“It seems to me like we could establish something that would be mutually beneficial. Get some of that energy out. If anything, I think it might help both of us actually focus on our work, and that would in turn benefit everyone. It’d certainly be a lot better than the two of us running around like a couple of horny teenagers the way we have been lately. It’s not a purely selfish thing.”

You hate that his stupid logical argument makes sense to you. You hate it so much that you finish your drink in one swallow.

“Look, I’ll make it easy for you,” he says, eyes locked on you, his voice dropping into a lower register. The tone immediately takes you back to the last time you were in his lab. The things he said to you. The things he wanted to do to you. Heat pools in your belly before you can tell it not to.

“I’m going to head back to the group. You get yourself another drink, come join us, and take some time to think about it.”

He leans in to speak the next part directly into your ear, his voice quiet. Every nerve ending in your body lights up at the feeling of his breath against your neck. “Then I’m going to get up and go to the restroom. I’ll give you three minutes to discreetly excuse yourself and join me. If you don’t show, I’ll drop all of this and leave you alone. Promise.”

Yoongi pulls away, shooting you that trademark smirk, knowing full well that he doesn’t have to explain what will happen if you do decide to join him. He already has. Then he slips off the barstool, glass of whiskey in hand, and strides back towards the table.

When you order the next round, you ask for a double.

You do your best to act like the world isn’t ending as you return to your seat at the table. The conversation continues around you, without you; you can only stare dumbly at the empty space between two of your coworkers as you take a long swig of your drink. You’re vaguely aware of discussions of upcoming mixtapes and the Grammy’s, but your brain can’t process anything over the roaring in your ears, the pounding of your heartbeat in your gut— and a little lower.

You feel insane, enraged, and deliriously aroused.

You have no concept of how quickly time is passing, no clue if it’s been an instant or an hour when you see movement from the other end of the table out of the corner of your eye. There’s no self-control left in your system to keep your jaw from going slack, to keep you from unabashedly watching as Yoongi gets up from the table and strides confidently across the bar toward the restroom. He doesn’t so much as glance in your direction.

“Are you alright?”

You whip around at Jungkook’s voice, having completely forgotten there was anyone else in the room. It takes a second for you to snap your mouth shut, and then you realize you have to open it to answer his question.

“I— uh—” You can barely string a sentence together. “My drink is really strong.”

“Do you need some water?”

When you nod, he’s up in a flash, heading towards the bar, and you realize as you watch him disappear that it might have been a bad idea to let yourself be left alone. Because now you have no distraction from the way every cell in your body is screaming at you.

It’s obvious that there is a right choice and a wrong choice here. And you’ve tried so hard, for so long, to be smart. To deny the truth, to say no and go home, to channel the energy out in any other way. But none of it has worked. You still want this terrible man to do terrible things to you, maybe now more than ever. And you’re so fucking tired of making the right choice.

So tonight, you resolve with a final sip of your drink, you’ll make the wrong one. Fuck it.

You slip away from the table before Jungkook returns, following the same path Yoongi did towards the back of the bar. When you reach for the handle of the restroom door, your pulse is racing, enough that you nearly jump out of your skin when the door swings open before you can even touch it. You glance up to find yourself face-to-face with an equally shocked looking Yoongi.

“Your three minutes are up,” he says dryly. Rather than bother with a response, you bring your hand to his chest and firmly shove him back inside the single stall room. You hear him laugh a little as you follow after, pulling the knob and turning the lock into place behind you.

When he takes a step toward you, there’s nowhere for you to go except flush against the door. You watch his eyes drop down your body and back up, taking his time, shameless. His gaze lingers on your mouth.

“Didn’t think you’d really do it,” he murmurs, eyes glinting.

“Call it a lapse in judgment.”

There’s something about the situation that makes you feel like Yoongi has the upper hand— like he expects every part of this to go according to his plan. That, you decide, simply will not do. And then you drop to your knees in front of him.

“Oh my god,” Yoongi breathes, taking a small step back to give you room. “You’re a whore.”

You do your best to shoot a death glare up at him. “I don’t have to do this.”

He smirks. “I meant it as a compliment, honestly. Respectfully.”

That’s it. You’re determined to suck that smug fucking look off his face. “Hands to yourself,” you say firmly. “If you touch me, this all ends.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, as if he wasn’t expecting you to be giving any orders. But then he nods, raising both hands in the air as if to indicate compliance. You lower your gaze and realize he’s already straining against the fabric of his joggers, which do nothing to hide how hard he is, the thin material clinging to every inch.

In one swift motion, you tug both his pants and boxers down his hips, and you have to actively suppress a soft sigh of appreciation. Yoongi’s ego doesn’t need any more feeding, but damn, his dick is even better up close: long, pale, and pretty.

Glancing back up at him, you maintain eye contact as you lean forward to teasingly trace your tongue along one of the prominent veins that runs the length of his shaft. His eyes are dark with lust as he watches you. Despite being on your knees, a thrill of sheer power runs through you when you see him swallow hard, his Adam’s apple jerking in his throat.

It occurs to you that you are extremely ready to torture this man.

When you reach the tip, you just barely slide your lips over it in an open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, your tongue swirling in sloppy circles. You can hear Yoongi breathing now, clearly trying and failing to suppress his shaky exhales at your work.

Tilting your head to find the right angle, you take more of him into your mouth, then bring a hand to his shaft to guide the head of his dick to one side. You don’t miss the quiet groan you elicit from him as you let him press against the soft wall of your cheek to create a bulge. He makes the same sound again, louder, when you rub your tongue firmly along the underside of his shaft while you do it.

His hips jerk under your touch as you start to move the hand wrapped around him in slow, deliberate strokes. You recenter him in your mouth and bob your head along his length in time, now sucking firmly. Yoongi’s breath catches on a moan as you keep your tongue pressed tight to his shaft and match the movement of your head to the deliciously slow pace of your hand.

The sound only encourages you, and you lean forward to take even more of him until his cock briefly brushes against the back of your throat. You hold him there for a second, then swallow.

“Fuck,” Yoongi hisses. You can feel him twitch a little in your mouth, taste it as he leaks precum onto your tongue. You tip back for a few more shallow thrusts, just tormenting him, then repeat the action, humming this time as he hits your throat. His knees nearly buckle.

You glance up at Yoongi as you pull back again, lashes fluttering, and you have to keep yourself from laughing around his cock at the look of pure distress on his face. Now that you’re watching him, you realize his hands are flexing desperately at his sides— it’s clearly taking everything in his power to follow your no touching policy.

Good, you think, and then you lean forward to swallow him down and keep him there, taking as much as you can until your nose is nearly flush with his pelvis. You bob your head, guiding him up and down your throat, choking slightly but too determined to stop even as your eyes start to water.

“Oh my god,” you hear him groan, and your eyebrows raise at the sound of a loud smack. When you look up, still working him in your throat, you realize that he’s helplessly banged a fist on the bathroom door and is now bracing himself against it. You watch as he rakes his other hand through his hair, his head tipping back with a gasp as you increase your pace in response. His hips shudder as he starts to buck softly into your mouth. “Y-yeah, keep doing that, oh fuck, fuck—”

At what feels like the last possible second, you pull off his cock with a soft, wet pop, swallowing down the precum in your mouth. You wipe at the corners of your lips before getting to your feet, legs shaking a little more than you’d like from how long you’ve been on your knees. As you meet his gaze, now at eye-level, it seems you’ve certainly achieved your mission: Yoongi’s usual smug appearance has been replaced with a look of frustrated desperation, courtesy of one denied orgasm.

“Why should I let you get off that easy?” You ask simply, and he makes a noise low in his throat, something between a groan and a laugh.

“Fuck, you are such a bitch.” He advances towards you, and you find yourself backing up, this time until your ass is pressed against the countertop of the bathroom sink. He’s staring at your mouth again, looking at it with what seems to be a little more reverence now that he knows what it’s capable of.

“Am I allowed to touch you yet?” His voice is so low, his mouth so close to yours, that it makes your core ache. The noises you sucked out of him have unfortunately only turned you on even more. “Or are you going to make me beg?”

As much as you’d love to see that, the desperate throb that’s been steadily building between your legs has now overtaken your desire to tease. “Yes, Yoongi, you can touch me.”

The words have barely left your mouth and his hands are already on your hips, firmly spinning you around. You have to clutch the edge of the countertop just to stay upright, but you only feel yourself getting that much wetter at the rough way he handles you. You shiver as he shoves the hem of your dress up to expose your ass, and you can’t help yourself, leaning forward to give him the best possible angle, too desperate for anything less.

“Fuck,” Yoongi breathes, and you’d swear he almost sounds appreciative.

You don’t even have time to process that thought before his hand cracks down over your ass, so hard that it nearly knocks all the breath out of your lungs. You inhale a shaky gasp, your mind reeling in its attempt to catch up, but Yoongi is already pulling your panties to the side, perfect fingers sliding between your folds. There’s no hiding how drenched you are; your upper thighs are starting to stick together with arousal.

Without warning, he presses two fingers firmly into you, and it’s enough to make your jaw go slack. You outright moan when they find purchase against your g-spot, rubbing in tight, expert circles. He could make you come right now if he wanted to.

“You’re so wet for me,” Yoongi’s voice is low and smug, and you don’t need to see his expression to know that cocky smirk has returned to his face. “Been ready for it all night, huh?” You whimper a noise that isn’t disagreement.

“Good,” he says firmly, pairing the word with another smack to your ass. You’re too far gone to try and hold it back now, not with the way his fingers are working inside you, and you moan again. “Because we can’t take too long,” Yoongi continues. “Don’t want anyone getting suspicious. Which is really a damn shame, because there’s so much I want to do to you.”

When he smacks your ass one more time, even harder, and couples it with an insistent press of his fingers against your front wall, you have to grip the edge of the sink for dear life. Your cunt squeezes around him; the noise you make is practically a sob.

He huffs a laugh as he withdraws his fingers, and you glance up to see him retrieving a condom from his pocket and tearing it open. “Wrecked already? And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

You try to compose yourself, but just watching the way his hands work as he rolls the condom over his leaking cock has you aching, clenching around nothing. You really are fucking wrecked— nothing has ever come close to this.

Yoongi’s hands come to your hips, pads of his fingers digging into your skin, and you feel the head of his cock against your entrance, sliding lazily through your folds but purposefully not pressing into you.

“Yoongi,” you whine. You’re too far gone for this teasing.

“You have to tell me what you want,” he says, his voice dark.

You can barely even think a sentence, and you try to push back on him instead, but he keeps you held firmly in place, hands squeezing into the flesh of your hips. “Tell me,” he insists.

“I want you to fuck me,” you manage, and you look up to meet his gaze in the bathroom mirror.

He licks his lips, and you realize that he’s having just as hard a time restraining himself. “That much is obvious,” he says, and you can hear the unsteadiness in his voice now. “How would you like to get fucked?”

You’ve had enough alcohol to brazenly tell the truth. “Like you hate me.”

It may be the first genuine smile of his you’ve ever seen.

“Gladly,” he replies, and then he thrusts all of himself into you at once. You collapse forward on the countertop, crying out at the feeling.

“Yeah,” Yoongi grunts, a little breathless. “You like that?” He pulls nearly all the way out and slams into you one more time, pressing his hips flush with your ass until you feel overwhelmingly full. Then he starts to properly thrust, moving at a pace that can only be described as ruthless.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, your head dropping down as you scramble to brace yourself against the counter. You practically yelp when his hand cracks over your ass again.

He leans forward; you can feel his chest graze over your back, his hips still snapping into you as he grabs your jaw with one hand and forces your gaze up to look at him in the mirror again. You watch as he runs two fingers along your bottom lip in an unasked question. You let your jaw go slack to allow him to slip into your mouth.

When your lips close around his fingers, you find yourself a little grateful to have something to keep you grounded to reality. Your eyes flit up to Yoongi’s face, and his gaze is piercing, eyes totally fixed on you.

“You look so good like this.” His voice is hoarse, strained from effort, and he continues to drive into you, never slowing. Your own hip bones dig into the bathroom counter, shocks of pleasure-pain rippling through you with each thrust. Little moans and whimpers spill out from your mouth around his fingers at the sensation, and you can feel your climax starting to build.

Yoongi withdraws from your mouth, that same hand moving down your body to slip into your panties and circle your clit, earning a gasp from you. His other hand keeps a death grip on your hip as he thrusts, and he straightens up again, the head of his cock now rubbing so perfectly over your g-spot that you hiss.

“Did Kihyun fuck you like this?”

The question catches you off-guard. “N-no,” you gasp, and the hot coil of your arousal tightens in your core. Yoongi’s cock stroking into you, his hand working your clit, the feeling is overwhelming, dizzying. “Oh, god.” Your head presses into your forearm as you give yourself over to the pleasure. You can only distantly hear Yoongi’s voice continue, somewhere between coaxing and demanding.

“I didn’t fucking think so. So why don’t you say it? Tell me who fucks you right. Tell me who you fucking hate.”

The fingers on your clit are unrelenting now, and your edge approaches fast and hard.

“Y-Yoongi,” you breathe, and it feels too good to say his name and mean it. “Yoongi, fuck, Yoongi.” A loud moan rips through you as your legs start to shake. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, “I’m coming, fuck, yes—” You nearly sob as your climax hits you hard, and your walls flutter around Yoongi’s cock over and over in what feels like an endless orgasm.

The pleasure rolls through you, and you look up in the mirror to see Yoongi grit his teeth as he picks up the pace of his hips. A look of desperation paints his face, not unlike the way he looked when you were blowing him, and you know he must be close.

“God fucking damnit,” he grunts, each word punctuated with a thrust, and then he tips his head back and pushes all the way into you with a moan as he comes.

For a moment he pauses like that, gazing up at the ceiling, chest heaving with effort as his dick twitches inside of you. “Holy shit,” he breathes, and then he starts to laugh softly in what appears to be disbelief. “Fuuuuck.”

You haven’t fully recovered, so you can only watch, still gripping the countertop for dear life, as he slips the condom off, chucks it into the trash can, and pulls his boxers and pants up. He gives his reflection a once-over in the mirror, running a hand through his hair, and you’re amazed at how quickly he’s put himself back together. The only indication that he was literally just railing you is the way he’s breathing heavily.

Yoongi notices you watching him and gives your ass one more firm slap, hard enough that you flinch a little.

“Wait a minute or two before you head out,” he instructs, and you nod dumbly. He crosses the room, opens the door, and slips out, all before you can even so much as think a coherent thought.

It takes several more minutes for you to get your shit together, but you eventually manage to readjust your underwear and smooth your dress down, though your legs are certainly still unsteady when you make your way back to the table. You can’t help but shoot a glance over at Yoongi as you pass, and you’re shocked to see him laughing and chatting it up with the group of coworkers seated around him. You see clear expressions of surprise on their faces, too— because he’s never like this. Except, apparently, mere minutes after fucking you.

You don’t even bother to sit down, instead grabbing your purse off the table and slinging the straps over your shoulder.

“Wow, there you are,” Jungkook’s voice drags you out of your thoughts, and the look of concern on his face just makes your stomach turn. You genuinely have no idea how long you were gone for. “Are you okay? Your face looks flushed.”

You don’t know how to answer his question, so you don't. “I think I’m gonna go home.”

“Do you need a ride?”

You shake your head quickly. “I’ll call a friend.”

Perched on the curb outside, you clutch your phone for dear life as you pull up Jimin’s contact to call him. The line rings and you realize you’re shivering; you don’t think it has anything to do with the weather.

You don’t even give him a chance to say hello when the call connects. “Can you come get me?”

He groans on the other end of the line. “Why? I already took my pants off for the night.”

“Baby mochi, please.” You whine, but you know only the full explanation will get him out of bed. You drop your voice a little. “I just hatefucked Suga in the bathroom at the company happy hour. I need you to come pick me up immediately.”

Jimin’s apartment is a ten minute drive away, but you swear he makes it in five.

“Well, well, well,” Your best friend’s voice is smug as you slide into his passenger seat. “If it isn’t the company whore.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jimin.”

~*~

Come Monday morning, you’re racing down the hallway to the conference room, quietly cursing yourself for being late. You’d seen the email from your boss moving the usual Tuesday pull-up to first-thing Monday, but then you’d gotten so tied up with other projects you’d forgotten about it entirely. It was only once you were in the break room, trying to get your caffeine fix in, that you’d glanced up at the wall clock and realized it was already ten after.

Focused as you are on getting to the meeting quickly— and just as importantly, not spilling any of your coffee— you’re completely unaware of your surroundings until it’s too late. You nearly smack directly into Yoongi as you approach the conference room simultaneously.

He smirks as you jump back in surprise. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

It’s the first time you’ve seen him since Friday; you’ve been hiding out in Baby Star Candy’s corner all morning. “We’re late,” you say, flustered enough to state the obvious, and he shrugs like he can’t disagree.

“I got distracted.”

Yoongi must notice the way your eyes start to widen. “With work,” he clarifies quickly. He reaches around you to place a hand on the conference room door, and you hear his voice low in your ear. “Amazing how much easier it is to focus today, huh?”

Straightening up to put some space between you, he pushes the door open and gestures for you to go first. You swallow hard and try to keep your composure as you enter the room, briefly apologizing for being late. Yoongi follows behind you silently, slumping into the open seat across the table. You take a sip of your coffee to settle your nerves, which turns out to be a horrible idea when your boss speaks.

“There they are, perfect timing. You’re the very two people my next announcement concerns.”

You just barely manage to keep your drink in your mouth. When your gaze flits to Yoongi across from you, he looks similarly shell-shocked. You can’t help but wonder if you’re about to get fired in front of the entire team.

“We’ve managed to secure funding for the Grammy’s at the end of the month,” your boss says brightly. “We’ll be flying Suga out to do a press circuit as well as attend the award show and surrounding events in-person. We think it will be a great opportunity to network with American artists, try to get his name out there and work on our international appeal.”

“And of course,” your boss’ gaze lands on you, “we all know that our Suga isn’t the most extroverted, or good with schedules, for that matter. We figured he needs a wrangler, and who better than our very own admin?”

You swear your heart stops beating. Your boss keeps going, reminding the team to connect with you about temporarily taking back any deliverables you’ve been handling while you’ll be out of pocket for Grammy’s weekend and subsequent travel time, but you barely process a word. This can’t be happening.

An entire weekend of forced professionalism, in Los Angeles, with the man you just hatefucked in a bathroom. What could possibly go wrong?

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#yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #bts x reader #look down on me like that

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Emerald duo ls meetup HC’s for the soul >:)

Notes: this was created in a fit of writing power so it is very unedited by apologies. Also this is a good mix of fluff and angst so I hope you enjoy

When Phil and Kristen finally get settled into their AirBnB in the US Techno has to take an Uber over. He hadn’t been out of his tiny city in years and he didn’t have his own car so it wasn’t like he could make the trek on his own. Tiny’s did have their own highway just below the street so they weren’t in danger of human cars, but tiny Ubers were hard to find. This lead to Techno having to sit anxiously in the car of a tall quiet human man. Thankfully the car had some accommodations like the seat being higher up so Techno didn’t feel as small, but still he felt his breath hitch every time the man so much as turned his head in his direction.

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When the car started to pull into the neighborhood Phil was staying in Techno felt his whole body shudder. He couldn’t do it. Every house was gigantic and walking across the sidewalk were so so many humans. The overwhelming fear he’d had since he was 16 started to overwhelm him and after a few minutes of shaking in his seat the Uber driver asked if he’d like to turn back.

“I can take you back kid, free no problem. Just let me know,” the man said in his deep grumbly voice.

Techno appreciated it he really did but it felt odd being comforted by the stranger. Especially a human one. But instead of agreeing to he just swallowed up his fear and sat back into the seat. He could feel the humans gaze on him the rest of the ride but he refused to look.

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Kristen was actually the one to first greet him at the house. He was oddly grateful for it because when he shot Phil and Kristen the text that he was at the door he has started to get strangely nervous about the idea of the giant door opening. But instead the tiny one, attached to the hinges of the larger one, swung open. Kristen immediately pulled him into a tight hug and babbled on asking about his ride over and how everything was. After a few second of formalities she nudged him inside and while he was immediately struck by just how large everything was in the house there was still no Phil to be seen.

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The first real interaction techno had with Phil was just his voice. It was almost odd that after an hour or two at the house talking with Kristen Phil still didn’t show up. He felt bad but every time he heard a floorboard creek or the sound of wind against a window his head would shoot towards it in fear that it was the human. He didn’t want to feel afraid of his friend but the waiting almost made it worse. It got to a point where Kristen was talking about dinner and he finally decided to ask where the human was.

Kristen stopped in her tracks and shifted inwards toward herself. “Oh dear, he didn’t want to scare you so he’s been waiting. We thought it might be bad if he was the first person you saw here.”

It made sense but guilt curled in Techno’s gut at the idea that his friend, the whole reason Kristen was there in the first place, was hiding in his room because he didn’t want to scare the tiny.

Slowly Kristen guided Techno to her and her husbands shared room and pressed the small doorbell attached to the side so she could get his attention. “Phil, it’s me. I have techno.”

Techno slouched in on himself as loud footsteps got closer to the door. Under the crack of it he could see the shadow of feet several times his size.

“Techno?” Phil’s voice echoed through the door.

“Yeah it’s me,” Techno breathed out, “Hey Phil.”

For a while they just talked through the door and Techno could almost forget that when it did open he’d be faced by a giant.

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Phil didn’t come out of the room until dinner. It made more sense for him to make it anyway since it would be much harder for the tinies to try to make a human sized portion for him than the other way around.

Kristen held onto Techno’s arm tight as Phil finally stepped out of his room. She’d had the idea to be on the kitchen table when he did come out so that Techno wouldn’t feel too small compared to the man but she could still feel the way the man cringed and shook at the sight of her husband.

“Techno,” Phil’s eyes widened, “It’s good to see you mate.”

Techno’s breath audibly caught in his throat as he stared up at the man. Kristen smiled sadly at her husband and she could tell by his small nod that he understood.

“Here,” Phil said with a quieter voice, “I’m just going to make dinner okay. You can stay here and we can talk if you’d like but I won’t make you do anything mate.”

Techno finally moved, just a small nod and a tight smile, but Kristen took it as progress. She had her work cut out for her to help the two friends but she had faith she could do it.

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Techno didn’t know why he’d agreed to let Phil sit at the table with them. He was trying to get along with Phil, he really was, but something about being so close to someone so much larger than him was doing strange things to his head. Even though he’d talked to the man for years now and would certainly consider him one of his closest friends, hearing the familiar voice come out of a giant figure didn’t feel right.

He sat in silence with his small plate in front of him while Kristen and Phil talked animatedly. He appreciated that they tried not to make it feel weird even though Techno knew how uncomfortable it had to be for them for him to be sitting in silence.

The whole dinner Techno only truly acknowledged Phil once when the human brought up one of Tommy’s blog ideas techno frankly thought was pretty dumb. And when he did speak up about it he could tell Phil was shocked. The human looked at him in surprise and a small gentle smile spread across his face.

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The first time Techno touched Phil was his own fault. It was the third day of them being in the US and while techno had gotten better about talking to Phil and felt a bit more comfortable in his presence he still was hyper aware of just how large Phil was.

Techno sat on the counter while Phil made coffee for them all. They talked absentmindedly about life and for one of the first times Techno felt safe. Even though every time Phil’s hands moved a bit too close to grab a mug or creamer he still flinched he could talk to the man now which was progress in his eyes.

“How do you like your coffee mate,” Phil hummed as he poured a little bit of the coffee from his own mug into a tiny one.

“A little creamer is good,” Techno nodded, “Thank you.”

“Of course mate,” Phil smiled as he went back to humming the dumb song that had been stuck in his head all day from a tik tok they all watched earlier.

Techno studied the man’s giant hands as he prepared the small coffee that looked comical between his fingers. After a minute Phil set it back down for Techno to take, a few inches away from him so he never got too close for Techno’s liking.

Techno appreciated it, he really did, but it still made him sad how obviously cautious Phil was around him. To try to curb his guilt Techno brought up a game he’d heard of recently and started to tell the human about. Phil laughed as he prepared his own coffee, and agreed to play it on stream with the tiny at some point.

Techno laughed as well as Phil continued to make little jokes about it and without looking the tiny stood up to grab his coffee. The problem was when he stood up his foot slipped on the small piece of plastic film left over from the keurig cups Phil was using. His breath caught in his throat as he slipped backwards. His arms shot back to try to catch himself but they were met with air.

Techno yelped as he fell backwards off the table. He was going to die, his frantic mind supplied.

But before he could hit the hard tile beneath them something soft and warm stopped his fall.

“Fuck mate are you alright?” Phil asked with a small laugh and weirdly the words vibrates through Techno’s body.

His eyes peeled open and he found that thankfully he wasn’t on the floor or worse dead. Instead giant fingers arched up around him as he was gently cradled in Phil’s palm.

Instinctually he tightened his body into a ball even with the progress he’d made with Phil the image of a hand wrapped around him made him wish he had just hit the ground. His breathing quickened as the hand below him moved and he swore for a second he could feel the warmth of a lighter reaching towards him.

“Hey hey you’re okay mate,” Phil soothed, “I’m putting you right down okay just breathe.”

He struggled even more trying to get free of the hands below him but when he tried to push his way through the massive fingers they tightened lightly around him.

“Hey no calm down Techno,” Phil said, “you’re gonna fall again let me put you down.”

Techno panicked even more at the giants now awfully loud sounding voice. Tears started to prick at his eyes even once he was deposited down onto the wooden table again. He buried his face in his legs wishing not only that he hadn’t reacted that poorly to his friends help but that he could just be normal.

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It’s a few days after that Techno apologies to Phil. He’d barely seen him even though they’d been staying in the same house aside from when the human would come out to make food for them all, and even the he never got closer than a few feet away from Techno.

He’s had a bit to think about it now, and while he couldn’t blame himself for panicking over being held it wasn’t fair to Phil for him to ignore the human for saving him. He knew logically that if Phil hadn’t caught him he would have been injured or worse.

“Phil, can we talk?” Techno spoke up from his place on the table across the room from the human.

Phil paused chopping up a carrot for the soup he was going to make and glanced over to Techno. It still felt strange being looked at by someone so giant but he’d gotten better about it over his time in the house. And really Phil had been nothing but careful with him.

“Yeah mate what is it?” Phil asked now turned towards the tiny but still far.

Techno sighed and stood up from where he was sitting to make bet tree r eye contact with Phil, “Can you come here?”

The human’s head tilted a bit in consideration before he slowly and carefully walked over to the table techno was on. And even once he was close he still stopped more than an arms length away.

“What is it mate? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Techno spoke slowly, unsure of his own words, “I just wanted to apologize- for the other day. I don’t know why I freaked out that bad man I’m sorry.”

Phil grimaced and bent his head down so he was a bit closer to the tiny, “No you don’t have to be sorry. It’s fine really. I didn’t mean to scare you that bad, I just didn’t have another choice-”

Techno met Phil’s eyes and smiled reassuringly up at the human, “I know. That’s why I’m sorry. I’ve been ignoring you and that’s just me being afraid and you don’t deserve that for helping me.”

Phil took a deep breath before pulling one of the chairs out from the table. Even then he was still awfully careful with how loud his steps were as he sat down to be closer to eye level with the tiny. His back hunched back into the chair like a heavy weight had settled on his shoulders.

“Techno,” he started slowly, “I understand how hard this is for you…and I really don’t blame you. I have no idea how scary this must be especially with what you’ve been through.”

“I know Phil,” Techno replied, “But it doesn’t excuse it. I have to get over it eventually, yeah.”

Phil hummed nonchalantly as his eyes bounced up and down trying not to stare at the tiny too much. Everything he did was so careful to not scare him and Techno couldn’t help but feel bad.

The two looked at each other in near silence, a heavy weight in the air before Techno decided he had to do something. Slowly, one step at a time he walked closer to the edge until he was almost face-to-face with Phil’s chest.

From so close he could hear every slow breath the human took as he stared down at his tiny friend.

“I want you to hold me,” Techno said carefully, his mouth dry.

Phil’s brows furrowed as he bent down more to see the tiny, “What? Mate not to be rude but just a few days ago you have a full panic attack from just that.”

“I know Phil,” Techno exhaled, “That’s why I need you to do this… You were just helping me. And I know that not all humans are bad but I just can’t seem to get that into my head.”

Phil nodded and Techno watched, stunned, as his adams apple bobbed in his throat, “You don’t have to do this Techno.”

“I know.”

Techno said it with more resolution than he thought he had in his whole self. His words seemed sure even though he could still feel every muscle in his body straining to get away from the human. But when he looked up to Phil’s eyes there was nothing but kindness if not a little worry.

“Okay then,” Phil gulped, “I’m going to put my hand on the table…you can get on or off whenever you want.”

And even with the warning as Phil’s hand slowly moved towards him Techno flinched. Phil almost pulled away but before he could Techno reached out lightning fast to grab one of his fingers. The human gasped just barely able to be heard, but techno could tell how stunned he was.

Once he fully grasped what he’d done he awkwardly let go of Phil’s forefinger allowing the man’s hand to rest upwards on the table. Looking at it now it seemed to much bigger than he remembered when he was held by him last. The man’s fingers were easily twice as large as him and every wrinkle on his palm looked ginormous. However the monstrous size of it was contrasted by how careful Phil was. The human barely breathed as he stared down at Techno, waiting for him to make the first move.

With one deep breath Techno pushed his fears aside and rested his own hands on the palm of Phil’s own. It was soft but still sturdy enough that with a little jump he could pull himself into the human’s hand. Once again he felt his body freeze in terror, but this time he took a deep breath and slowly let his eyes meet Phil’s. The eyes weren’t deranged and illuminated by the small fire of a lighter and the hands around him never tightened until he couldn’t breath.

Instead Phil’s eyes lit up with happiness, as Techno found the balance to stand up on his friend’s palm.

“God you’re huge man,” Techno laughed, for the first time feeing fully comfortable in the hand of a human.

“Nah you’re just small mate,” Phil smirked, “but thank you. For this, all of this. You don’t have to.”

“I know Phil,” Techno smiled, “thank you for helping me.”

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TEAM KWTZ CHAPTER 4: ONWARD

KWTZ begins their journey to the town of Silbern, but it quickly becomes apparent that their journey won’t be without difficulty.

TILIA

Two days after discussions had taken place, Team KWTZ found themselves ready to head to the town of Silbern. They had been waiting for Lin's response on the matter and Tilia was relieved to hear she would be coming with them. Of course, she wouldn't have faulted her teammate for wanting to return to her own home, but she was pleased to see Lin would be tagging along.

With everyone on board, Kieran chartered an airship to carry them to Silbern. Transport in and out of Vale was still slow following the events at Beacon but with the Grimm number slowly getting under control things had started to pick up again.

That morning, KWTZ, along with Perry and Roisin, arrived at the airship ready to head off. They were met by a rather frazzled looking pilot, who stopped them from boarding by coming out to speak with them. He was smoking a cigarette, and let out a puff of smoke before speaking.

"Are you the party heading to Silbern today?" He asked.

"That's us," Kieran nodded in confirmation. He pulled out the passes from a back pocket and flashed them at the pilot for further proof. "Is there a problem at all?"

"A little, yeah," He admitted, before flicking the butt of the cigarette to the floor and stamping it out with his foot. "Apparently there's a no-fly zone in effect around Silbern."

"Why?" Roisin asked, stepping forward to stand beside her twin. "Is this due to what happened in Vale?"

The pilot shrugged. "Not sure but it means I wouldn't be able to fly you directly into the town."

Like Tilia, Kieran seemed to pick up on his tone. "But could you get us close?" He prompted.

"I can drop you a few miles out," The pilot responded after considering his answer for a moment. "You'd have to trek through the woods though which could be a bit risky based on the reports of Grimm overrunning the place lately.”

“We’ve dealt with worse,” Roisin tells him flatly. Her tone did not go unnoticed by Kieran, who Tilia caught side-eyeing his sister.

The pilot also noticed the look and raised a quizzical brow. "You weren't in Vale when all this went down were you?" He asked. Kieran nodded reluctantly and the pilot shook his head. "Sorry to hear that. What happened there was awful, truly awful. My daughter worked at the CCT in the city and barely made it out herself. She lost some good people that night."

"So did we," Perry muttered quietly from somewhere behind the group.

"Listen, if you are still set on going to Silbern I can get you there. As I said, I won't be able to get you straight into the town, but I'll get as close as I can, within reason of course," The pilot said, steering the conversation back on track. "If you're ready to go, we can set off now. I don't have any more flights booked today so I can go at any time but I suspect you wouldn't appreciate having to trek through the woods at night."

Kieran gave a small nod in confirmation and the pilot gestured for them to get into the airship. After a few quick safety checks and a stuttering start, they were up in the skies above Vale. The pilot kept a good speed and in just under two hours they were within sight of their destination. They passed over a small farm before the airship began to descend, landing near the border of the dense woodlands that hid Silbern. Once they were safely touching the ground, the pilot informed them they were safe to get out.

The pilot wished them all good luck before he flew away, the winds generated by his airship, buffering the nearby trees and making them sway in response. They would watch until the airship disappeared in the distance before Kieran urged them forward, explaining it would only be a short trek until they reached Silbern.

Lin and Perry led the group forward, with Wyn and Roisin following close after, and Tilia and Kieran falling in at the rear.

As they walked, Tilia couldn't help but be reminded of the Emerald Forest or Forever Fall. However, it didn't seem as densely packed as its counterparts, nor did it appear to encompass such a large area. What it did seem to have over them was its exceptionally large trees, which extended so far into the sky Tilia thought she would have to lie on her back to understand the full scale of them.

Up ahead Wyn was currently sharing stories of his home with Roisin. He had made a comment about how the woods reminded him of home and Roisin had asked him to tell her more, admitting with a rueful tone that she knew little of Midge's home.

Turning away from those in front, Tilia glanced towards Kieran who walked at her side. "So," she began, "are you sure your old man is going to be happy about the six of us turning up out of the blue?"

"Well, he wouldn't turn us away if that's what you're implying," Kieran chuckled.

"Neither would mine," Tilia laughed in response. "But I also doubt my parents would be impressed if I just showed up at our house without warning." Especially her mother. Reseda Bosco was not a cruel woman by any stretch of the means but she didn't handle surprises very well.

"We have more than enough room," Kieran assured her, giving her a small smile as he did. "Just don't mind some of the clutter."

“Can’t be any worse than all of my brother's textbooks taking up the room in our house,” Tilia laughed loudly. “I swear it seems as though we only sent Dante to Astrolabe so he could gather more books.”

It looked as though Kieran was going to say something more, but before he had the chance to do so, Wyn’s voice cut through the air.

“Did anyone else hear that?”

“Hear what?” Perry asked.

“I’m not sure…” Wyn frowned a little as his voice trailed off.

The group paused for a moment and waited to see if they heard any noises. When nothing happened, Tilia put her hands on her hip and gave her teammate a stern look. “Are you pulling our leg or something, Wyn?”

He shook his head and just as he was about to further plead his case, the strangest sound reached their ears. At first, it sounded like barking but as the sound continued to repeat more and more it began to sound almost like laughter.

"Is that laughter?" Perry asked, looking around curiously. At the mention of the word 'laughter', Roisin and Kieran both tensed, sharing a worried look between them. They know what this is, Tilia realised with a sudden jolt.

Even without prompting from Kieran, she was reaching for the hilt of her sword, knowing a battle was imminent.

"What are we dealing with here?" Tilia asked, glancing at Kieran for an answer.

"It's-"

But before Kieran had the opportunity to give an answer, a Grimm broke through the bushes, mouth agape as it tried to latch onto an arm. It was a good job the group were alert of something going on around them as Kieran could have wound up with a Grimm hanging onto his arm had he not ducked out of the way in time. Having missed its target, the Grimm continued moving forward, only coming to a stop as it bumped into a tree. The Grimm gave a shake before turning to the group, its mouth drawn back into a snarl. Looking at it face on, Tilia could see it was vaguely canine in appearance, more so in its head than anywhere else, with a long muzzle and pointed ears. It was around the same size as a Sabyr, though its body was more on the compact side. The Grimm lacked a tail and had minimal bone plating, which could be found on its shoulders, rump, and the joints of its hind legs. Its most dangerous weapon appeared to be its jagged teeth, until Tilia was aware of sharp claws on its front paws, which extended and retracted eerily as it moved forward until it settled on leaving them exposed.

The Grimm raised its head in the air and started to make the laughter noise again, which to Tilia's displeasure was echoed by more Grimm hidden in the overgrowth. After a moment, more began to appear, until they were surrounded by at least nine of them, maybe more if the shuffling that could still be heard all around them was anything to go by.

Whilst the rest of her teammates hurried to draw their weapons, Tilia made quick work of the Grimm that was focused on Kieran. As it was distracted, Tilia was able to sneak up closer to it, using her shield to hold it off before she plunged her sword into its gaping maw.

"One down!" She yelled confidently. A lot more to go.

"Keep your guard up everyone!" Kieran instructed, moving backwards until he was back to back with Tilia. He gripped his claymore with both hands, watching two of the Grimm carefully, waiting for them to dive. "Do not let the Prowlers get you on your own. This is what they do best - surround an opponent and overwhelm them into submission."

With six of them against the Grimm, Tilia was sure they'd have been able to hold them off. However, it was still unclear just how many Prowlers there actually were hiding in the bushes.

Split into three pairs, they made a valiant attempt to make a stand against the Grimm. It was going well until more Prowlers creeped out, replacing their fallen comrades almost as fast as they could kill them. The Grimm hadn't caused any physical damage to them but the sheer number of them against the six of them was beginning to exhaust them. Not only that but it was beginning to get difficult to attack them without leaving themselves vulnerable to another. Staying close together was working in their favour but there was no telling how long they could keep it up.

Another Prowler dared to get close to Kieran and Tilia. Tilia pushed it backwards with a heavy shove from her shield and Kieran finished it off with a clean swing of his sword. It didn't take long for a second to try its luck but it never even made it close. There was a high pitched whistling sound, and instinctively, Tilia glanced in Lin's direction thinking it was one of her arrows. However, Lin was preoccupied fending off her own Prowler, shooting an arrow into its eye.

So what made the noise?

Tilia soon got her answer when out of nowhere a spinning shield appeared and sliced the head clean off the Prowler before getting lodged in the bark of the tree closest to them. Tilia blinked in surprise but before she could say anything regarding what had happened the shield began to move. A purple glow emanated within it, gravity dust inside activating and dislodging it from the tree before it got pulled back upwards and back to the arm of its owner, a shadowy figure who waited perched on a tree branch above them.

“Who is that?” Tilia asked, which drew everyone’s attention upwards. She heard a small noise from Roisin and turned her head to see her smiling.

“It’s the help we need to get out of here,” Roisin answered.

The figure swept the cloak they were wearing out of the way, revealing a concealed weapon they had been holding in their hand. It was a hatchet of some variety, with what looked to be some gun functionality if the shots that soon followed were anything to go by. A quick spray of bullets took out two of the Prowlers close to the group and drew the attention of the Grimm in their direction. The figure dived off the branch, twisting their body mid-air just before they hit the ground so that they were able to perfectly time the moment they drove the blade of their hatchet into the body of a Prowler.

The cloaked figure did not wait to see the Grimm dissipate before continuing to move towards them, taking out another four Prowlers before they reached the six of them. Tilia watched in awe as they swapped between their shield and hatchet, slicing through the Grimm with frightening ease.

With the Prowlers now at a more manageable number, the rest of the group were able to get through the rest of them with little difficulty. Tilia carved through one of the Grimm with her semblance, unleashing a build up of energy that she had been steadily storing up with her prior attacks. She straightened her posture and suddenly twist her head, aware of a presence she could see out of the corner of her. The cloaked figure was standing close to her, watching her silently. Suddenly, they tensed and pulled up their hatchet so it almost looked as though they were aiming at Tilia.

"Duck." A masculine voice calmly instructed.

She raised a brow, almost about to snap something back at him, and then she heard a shuffling sound behind her and the familiar laughter of one of the Prowlers. Tilia crouched swiftly, narrowly avoiding a Prowler taking her out from behind. The man who had been helping them fired off two shots in quick succession and the Prowler was gone. He twirled the hatchet in his hand and slid it back into a side holster.

He took a moment to survey the area before turning back to the group. "I think we're safe for now."

The man reached back and pulled down the hood of his cloak revealing his face. He had a surprisingly youthful face overall, though it was hard to put an exact age on him, Tilia found. Faint wrinkles at the corner of his hazel eyes, and a long scar that ran from his cheek and down below his collar worked against the youthful air about him. His dark hair was slicked back neatly, a few strands sat out of place now following his battle against the Prowlers. Looking at him fully, Tilia could see a vague resemblance to Kieran in him, but only in the way they dressed and the way they carried themselves. He also had the same intense stare, though the older man’s expression softened with recognition once a moment had passed.

“What are you two doing here?” He asked, directing his question at Kieran and Roisin.

Kieran looked uncharacteristically sheepish following the question and waved a hand nervously. "Uh, h-hi uncle Colin," He stammered.

"Hello," The man grunted, scarcely acknowledging the greeting. He crossed his arms. "I'll ask again - what are you doing here?"

"We were coming home," Kieran explained. "We needed to get away from Vale after everything that happened. I thought it would be a good idea to recuperate here for a while."

The mention of Vale made their uncle ease his stance. He let out a small sigh and uncrossed his arms. "You know we didn't know what happened in Vale for about a week after we lost signal," Colin began to explain. "The last images we saw were from the festival just as it appeared as though Atlas had attacked. Your father was beside himself with worry when we couldn't get ahold of either of you. I haven't seen him like that for years, not since we lost our dad or...your mother." There was a moment of silence before Colin stepped forward, hugging Kieran first, before moving to his niece. “I’m glad you’re both safe.”

He let his niece go and took a step back. "Make no doubt about it, Daragh will be delighted to see you both again but you chose a hell of a time to come home.”

"Because of the Prowlers?" Wyn asked.

"Because of all of the Grimm," Colin corrected.

"I'm surprised Silbern was so badly affected by what happened in Vale," Roisin said. "It's not like we live that close to the city."

"Well, matters there probably won't have helped to be honest," Colin conceded, "but things were looking bad before the fall."

"How so?" Lin inquired.

Colin looked around and made a vague gesture to the woods. "The past three months the Grimm activity around Silbern has practically exploded for lack of a better word. Nearly every day, more and more Grimm get drawn to the town and I'm none the wiser as to why," Colin explained. He shook his head in visible frustration. "You saw how many Prowlers there were just now. An average pack size is around six or seven. What attacked you was closer to twenty."

"That does seem a lot when you put it like that," Wyn admitted with a mumble.

"It is but Prowlers are relative small fry compared to some of the Grimm we've had in recent weeks," Colin told them. "Usually I'd be able to handle them pretty well on my own but that amount of them and my own fatigue from the past few days definitely would have caught me out if the six of you weren't here."

"What about the other Silbern huntsmen?" Roisin asked, her voice surprisingly sharp as she asked this. "Haven't they been helping?"

"Oh, Ruka and Esmerelda have been pulling their weight here and there at least. Can't say so much for the other two," Colin answered with a sneer.

"Cheren and Datura?" Kieran queried.

"Cheren is getting on in age now so I'm willing to give him some benefit of the doubt but Datura has no excuse. He's just a lazy bas-AHEM!" Colin forced a loud cough to clear his throat. "Enough of that, you kids didn't come here to listen to my grievances. Kee, Ros, are you going to introduce me?"

"Uncle Colin these are my teammates Wyn, Tilia, and Lin," Kieran introduced the team in turn, giving a moment between each name for Colin to shake their hands.

The next introduction was Perry's, which to no surprise from Tilia was done so rather awkwardly. For a long moment, Roisin said and did nothing, a nervous expression playing on her features.

"This is my teammate Perry Estrada," Roisin finally said, gesturing towards Perry. The Vacuan man tilted the brim of his hat before stepping forward and shaking his hand as the three of them had done priorly.

It was a small mercy that Colin did not pry too much into Roisin's use of "teammate" instead of "teammate's". Perhaps he had an idea why two of PEWT were not present, or perhaps he just had the decency not to ask until they were somewhere more private.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet all of you in person," Colin said, flashing them a small smile, the first Tilia had seen from the man. "Kieran and Roisin have spoken a lot about you."

"I hope we live up to the hype!" Wyn boasted with a hearty laugh. Tilia nudged him gently to be quiet.

"Well, you've made a good impression so far," Colin informed them. "Though I doubt any of us planned for a Prowler fight to be how we all first met."

"I don't think we were expecting such a fight at all, to be honest," Perry quipped.

"Really?” Colin raised his brows in surprise. “Were you not warned prior to flying here?”

It was Tilia who answered for the group, “We had an idea but I doubt any of us realised it would be as bad as you described.”

“I guess that makes some sense,” Colin conceded after a moment. “Mayor Lavendin was trying to keep things controlled about what was happening here but it’s just been getting worse. Unfortunately with both the CCT tower down and our own relay tower needing repairs, it hasn’t exactly been easy getting any updates out.”

“How’s da holding up?” Roisin asked.

“Besides being worried about you two? Fine,” Colin answered quickly. “He’s kept himself busy with his garden and helping out at the Fleece when he can.”

“That’s…good,” Roisin said with a weak smile. “It will be nice to see him again. I’ve missed him.”

“Well, let's not keep you both waiting, hm? I can accompany you all back to town if you like?” Colin offered.

“That would be great thank you,” Kieran responded with a nod. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Colin said. “It would be remiss of me if I just left you all out here alone after that situation with the Prowlers.”

“Then, please, lead on,” Kieran said, gesturing for his uncle to take the lead. “It will be good to finally see home again after so long.”

#team kwtz fic #team KWTZ #kieran peredur #wyn blanchard #tilia bosco #Lin Zhu #team PEWT #roisin peredur #perry estrada #team CRDM #colin peredur

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noviumindia · 1 year

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The Ultimate Guide to Find The Perfect Corporate Gift

Where can you locate the ideal present for a business associate? Well! The query may appear to be difficult, but it would not be difficult at all. We have compiled a list of options to assist you in making the best choice. If you remember that you need to have some notion of the recipient's taste when choosing the gift, provide something considered as a present, and remember to perform research before purchasing the item, then the gift you give could be ideal.

The perfect present for someone on your list is a luxury writing instrument

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These things, which contain cutting-edge technology that streamlines various procedures, could be the most acceptable kinds of gifts. It would be useful for everyone to wear a watch that not only told the time but also tracked the wearer's blood pressure, the number of steps they took, and their heart rate. provides a display of high quality and in a resolution known as HD.

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Conclusion

That's all there is to it guys, the purpose of this article is to find the ideal corporate gift; we have compiled a list of corporate gifts that will assist you in selecting the most appropriate present; however, keep in mind that the recipient's preferences should be taken into consideration when selecting a corporate gift; this is because individuals have varying preferences, and not all items are appropriate for all people. If you want your corporate gifting to be memorable, you should cater to the recipient's preferences.

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junkboss1 · 1 year

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Best Places to visit in Ooty - Ooty Cabs

Places to visit in Ooty

Udhagamandalam which is popularly known as Ooty resides in the beautiful district of Nilgiri, Tamil Nadu. It is popularly known as the Queen of Hill stations and is surrounded by serene mountains, lakes, and forests. Famous for its Waterfalls and Botanical gardens, one simply cannot miss visiting this place. And for tea lovers, it is a paradise. The long stretch of tea estates will make you fell awestruck and you will definitely fall in love with this place. The place is full of lakes and mountains which will leave anyone mesmerized. So if you are planning to visit Ooty, this blog is for you.

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1. Ooty Lake: Ooty Lake is an artificial lake that was made for fishing. Many visitors come here for boating and to appreciate the serene environment around the lake by sitting beside the lake or taking a walk around the lake. The timing of Ooty lake is from 9:00 am – 6:00 pm everyday. Other activities other than boating that you can perform on Ooty lake are Cycling, Photography, and Horse Riding.

2. Botanical Garden Ooty: A place where you will find around 1000 species of flowers, trees, plants, and shrubs is nothing more than a paradise in itself. The horticulture Department of Tamil Nadu maintains this garden. You can visit the Botanical Garden from 7 in the morning till 6:30 in the evening. It remains open on all days.

3. Doddabetta Peak: It is the highest peak in the Nilgiri mountains. Located around 10 km from Ooty, this peak rises to 2.637 meters. The breathtaking view from above the peak will leave you mesmerized. Doddabetta peak is open for visits between 9:00 am and 6:30 pm and is open daily.

4. Tea Museum: Spreading over 1 acre of land, The Ooty Tea Museum is a must-visit place for tea lovers where they can learn about the origin of different varieties of tea available and they even get to taste different types of tea available.

5. Emerald Lake: Around 18 kms from Ooty , Emerald lake which is located in Emerald village is a peaceful place to spend some time with your friends and family. People who go to visit Emerald lake also visit the nearby Avalanche lake which is considered charmingly beautiful.

6. Pykara Waterfalls: Surrounded by lush green and grassy meadows, the Pykara River is considered Sacred by the Toda tribe. The river forms a number of waterfalls and one of which even falls down to 61 meters.

7. Avalanche Lake: Avalanche Lake is located around 28 km from Ooty and is a picturesque spot for nature lovers. The lake is surrounded by lush green mountains and a large variety of flowers too. The time to visit Avalanche Lake is from 9:00 am to 3:00 pm and it remains open on all days.

8. Ooty Stone House: Ooty Stone House is of great historical importance as it was the first bungalow which was built in Ooty by John Sullivan. The visiting hours are from 10:00 am to 5:00 pm every day.

#Ooty Cabs #ooty #Ooty travels #ooty cabs for sightseeing

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blufox3542 · 3 years

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Fair warning, I’m pretttyyyyy hyped from RWBY, so I’m now deciding it’s Weiss appreciation hours (aka all hours)

#rwby #rwby weiss #weiss schnee #weiss #this blog stans a Queen #weiss is best girl #I dare you to fight me on this #the other girls are good too don’t get me wrong #but weiss is a straight up goddess #ok so maybe I simp for her a lil bit but who can blame me #while we’re at it #can we also get some emerald appreciation hours?#because she’s cool as well

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effervescent (ii) — eren jaeger.

chapter ii ; two caterpillars.

— eren jaeger x female reader (encanto au)

— warnings: angst. generational trauma.

— series summary: a young boy of fifteen seeks to save their dying miracle, never realizing that during his little adventure, he finds out the truth about the disappearance of his father, the seer of their little town.

— chapter summary: some events that are meant to be treasured yet brings an ache that cannot be mended that easily.

— word count: 7k

— notes: i'm starting to think that people can read this as a standalone, which is highly encouraged actually hdehdej before we go back to caspian's side of the story, have some moments between eren and reader that were more on the happier end of the spectrum ^^ i hope this will compensate for the rollercoaster that i'm about to make caspian ride on hhhh i've been listening to dos oruguitas the whole time i was making this part. that song is a masterpiece and it never fails to make me reminisce something that never even happened in my life. so make sure to listen to it, too, while reading this! enjoy and have a good one, lovely doves <33 (if you saw any mistakes, pls note that this is also unedited like always :>>)

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reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3

“You’re going to receive flowers later in the afternoon.”

That was the first thing the clairvoyant Eren Jaeger said to you on a fine summer day when you were nine years old.

Your mother told you to be mindful of what you said around any member of the Jaeger family, the ones responsible for making this paradise that you called your home. You’ve heard of the town's doctor as one of the most compassionate adults out there and you’ve also heard about the animal-whisperer who can herd various fauna within the mountains at his command. However, your first ever encounter with the magical family was with your best friend, Mikasa. You’ve known her before she got her gift of invincibility and strength. You’ve been by her side since she shrunk from all the whispers she got from your school after receiving her miracle. She mentioned having an annoying little brother (“He’s always whining. I love him, yes, but he’s annoying,” was what she said while coloring a page from your daily worksheet) but she always cut you off when you asked more about him, saying that she’s all you’re ever going to need.

Now, you were not so sure anymore.

Eren gave off an air that he was going to be a permanent thing in your life from that day on.

Suddenly, your mother’s warning of watching what you say to the Jaegers completely slipped your mind. You found yourself scrunching your face. It’s not every day you get a reading from the emerald-eyed seer randomly telling people they were going to sleep for only three hours as a running gag.

“What?”

You never meant to be condescending but you were definitely taken aback. You never once interacted with Eren for him to take the time to tell you that you will be receiving flowers. Besides, Mikasa told you that he had this ritual of throwing sand around the place of his prophecy circle, which the black-haired girl never liked at all since it was too messy.

(“It sticks to my hair when he throws it around like confetti, [Nickname].”)

You peeked over your shoulder to check if he was talking to someone else but when you faced him again, his wide viridescent eyes told you that he was directing those words to you.

Eren faltered for a moment before bringing back his grin tenfold. He looked like the sun and it wasn’t helping you at all. “I can see that you’re going to be receiving flowers this afternoon and they’re your favorites.” When you didn’t speak a word, he scratched the back of his head with a glowing face. His eyes were now dancing on anything except you. “That’s my gift, you see? I can see the future of someone.”

You chose to keep the information that he had a ritual to do before saying those words. A ritual that required the person he was going to read a prophecy of. And you vividly remembered never setting foot inside the Jaeger’s grand house. You gripped the strap of your shoulder bag, your shoulders tensing in an attempt to inch away from the brunet. “Uh, thank you?”

Now, Eren brightened like a puppy. “You’re welcome!” He gave you a two-finger salute, jogging with his front still facing you. “You’re going to love the flowers, by the way. Glad to be of service, Schmetterling!”

“Schmetterling?” You tilted your head before shaking your head and walking back to your house. You pensively looked up at the azure sky, blinking at the clouds forming shapes. One looked like a rabbit. “But I didn’t require his services, though? And doesn’t he charge those who want their prophecies read?” You shrugged, putting the matter to the back of your mind.

Mikasa curiously watched Eren as he came back to the tree on the small hill near their house.

While the brunet caught his breath with his hands on his kneecaps, Armin looked up from the book he recently bought from the bookshop and gave his best friend a worried stare. “Are you alright, Eren? Did it go well? Talking to [Name], I mean.”

“I think I know the answer,” Mikasa dryly noted with her blank eyes. “Did you chicken out, Eren?”

“No, I didn’t!” Eren protested. He took a deep breath and his blond friend leaned forward in anticipation while his sister maintained an air of indifference. Finally, he gave them a large grin that painted his cheeks pink. “I finally talked to her!” Armin congratulated him. Mikasa, on the other hand, grumbled that she was still your best friend. “She’s so pretty up close!” Eren kneeled and buried his face in his hands. “I was actually going to back out and just admire her from the corner of the fruit stall but …”

“But?” Armin urged.

“Like you always do?” Mikasa points out the part where Eren peeks at the corner of the houses lining the marketplace just to stare at you.

The black-haired girl developed a sixth sense purely for Eren. Whenever she accompanied you on your daily trips to the market, she always felt a chilling stare digging behind you two. At first, she was on high alert for some perverts from the elementary school trying to ask you on a date but when she finally turned around one morning, she found out it was Eren all along. The creep. You were oblivious to it all, like an untouchable ball of glowing light meant to be admired from afar, but your admirers couldn’t escape Mikasa’s hawk vision. That included her nosy little brother. After that, Mikasa and Eren always had a stare-off during those market trips, the boy’s puppy eyes turning menacing the moment his sister came into view. It always ended with you asking your best friend what was wrong, which broke the two siblings’ stare-off.

Mikasa was then transported to reality when Armin nudged her with slightly narrowed eyes.

“... But something told me that this would be the perfect day for me to talk to her.” Eren looked up to his best friends. “So, thank you two for encouraging me to conquer my fears and speak to her. Agh, this is the best day of my life!”

“No problem, Eren.”

“Don’t mess this up or else.”

“Oh, I forgot. Mikasa, what are her favorite flowers?”

“... Why do you ask?”

Eren’s devious smile nearly made Mikasa smack him with her red scarf.

The afternoon came and you were eating your leftover lunch with Mikasa under the huge tree by the meadow. You over-packed your lunch again since Mikasa liked your cooking that much to the point that she would eat more of your food than her own. She told you that Zeke’s cooking wasn’t to her liking and she appreciated Grisha’s efforts of bringing food to the table but it was either she described their meals as bland or too salty, nothing in between. Ever since she stared at you as if she was looking for you all her life, this became a little routine in your day — enjoying the afternoon delights with Mikasa after a day of listening to teachers' drones about mathematics and general knowledge of the outside world.

Your hair was fluttering against the breeze, your back relaxing on the tree’s trunk as you let the smell of wildflowers enter your senses. Mikasa was working on her homework beside you, her hand occasionally taking a piece of sausage from your lunchbox. You offered to help her with some of the problems but she insisted that she would do them herself this time since your class had a huge test coming up. You smiled at her determination, silver eyes narrowing at the third problem about division. You were about to lean forward to give some pointers but a shadow stopped you from doing so.

Eren was hiding something behind his back, intense viridian stare never looking away from you. If one were to take this scene out of context, they would think that Eren was trying to plot something against you with how much he was glaring.

You slightly leaned back and you felt your face burn from the unwarranted scrutiny. What did he want with you? Why did he look so angry?

Right when you were about to open your mouth to acknowledge him, a bouquet of messily-arranged flowers appeared in your view. In the middle of the arrangement was your favorite flower. Now, embarrassment and confusion weren’t the ones igniting the warmth on your cheeks.

“What?” you weakly asked, staring up at Eren’s determined expression. You saw him gulp before looking away from you.

It took him a couple of seconds to gain composure yet his voice was wavering. “I-I t-told you that you’ll be getting flowers this afternoon, right?” He gestured to the flowers in his clammy hold, pushing them more in front of your face. “Here they are.” The stems were about to snap but he didn’t care. As long as you received them, it was enough for him. His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest and he was trying so hard not to run back to their house. He could faintly see Mikasa raising an eyebrow in amusement but he chose to focus on that tiny butterfly landing on a daisy right beside you. His eyelids were fluttering in nervousness. He wanted to hide. God, why weren’t you moving from your seat? He hesitantly took away the flowers, a nervous chuckle bubbling in his throat. “N-Never m—”

You gently wrapped both of your hands around his wrist, stopping him in place. You looked at him with so much understanding and appreciation that he nearly faltered at his feet.

“They’re beautiful, Eren. Thank you.”

Eren didn’t need his clairvoyance to know that you were the one meant for him.

He simply looked away again, watching the meadow flutter their wonders of flora against the breeze. If he were braver, he would look you in the eye to tell you deserved every flower in the entire world, the mountains around their town be damned. Just the act of giving you that bouquet drained him of his confidence. He might need to recharge it soon if he wanted to talk to you some more. He would talk to Armin and Mikasa so that he had the strength to approach you again.

Eren felt his face burn when he saw you inhale the scent of the flowers in his peripheral vision. You just look so angelic and out of his league. It was making his heart ache.

He caught Mikasa’s eye and the stoic girl raised both of her hands to give him two thumbs-up. Eren felt like the air went back into his lungs. He got the approval of your bestest friend and his sister. This was going somewhere. His lips stretched into a bright grin, a sight that had you staring at him for a couple of seconds before realizing that you probably looked like an idiot with your lips parted.

“So,” Eren dragged out the syllable, “what are you guys doing?” He asked the question for the two of them but his gaze was on you.

Mikasa huffed, the earlier pride she felt for her brother vanishing at his words. This was supposed to be your thing with her. Now Eren was joining in and she didn’t like it one bit.

“We’re eating some of my leftovers from lunch,” you answered since the black-haired girl beside you narrowed her eyes at the oblivious brunet. You might have to tell her that Eren wasn’t going to swoop in and be your best friend. Mikasa was already your best friend, surely Eren would fill in a different kind of role in your life. Maybe a close friend that was basically a best friend but not explicitly stated. You were all for Eren to join your little circle (which only involved Mikasa and the ever-enthusiastic Sasha in your neighborhood), seeing as you were always excited to meet new people. Plus, you noticed that Eren mostly hung out with two of his friends, one of which was a mutual one and the other an approachable person. It would be nice to merge everyone into a huge group. “Wanna join us, Eren? You know, as thanks for giving me flowers.”

Eren didn’t need to hear that twice before plopping in front of you two, purposely ignoring Mikasa’s scrunched nose. “Why do you have leftovers from lunch?” he asked with a tilted head. In their family, Grisha didn’t want anyone leaving a speck of food behind during meals.

“Why do you ask—?”

You cut off Mikasa’s snarky reply by kindly smiling at Eren, who was too mesmerized by you to realize that his sister was lifting her pencil case in case she needed something to throw at him. “I prepared too much on purpose. You see, Mikasa likes my cooking,” Mikasa blushed at the proclamation, “and I made things for her to eat in the afternoons.”

“Oh,” Eren uttered, glancing at the black-haired girl. He watched her raise an eyebrow at him while munching on an appetizing sausage. The food looked like it tasted so much better than what they ate in the Jaeger household.

“You want some?”

The boy erupted in full-on shades of pinks when you offered the lunchbox. “A-Are you sure?”

You nodded exuberantly, your smile reaching your eyes. Your excitement never deterred every time you offered someone your cooking. It was the reason why you formed a friendship with Sasha. The girl smelled your stir-fried rice from a mile away and the next thing you knew, a blur of brown hair met with your body. Good thing Mikasa caught your lunchbox or else you would have to buy your meal from the local canteen in your school. They were overpriced and underwhelming in your opinion so it was going to be a waste of money. Bringing yourself back to the current situation, you brightened ever so slightly when you saw Eren taking a piece of sausage and stuffing it in his mouth.

“This is the best thing I’ve eaten since I was born. Are you an angel?”

Your face heated up at the dazed expression Eren had on his face.

“It’s better than any food Dad or Zeke makes, right?” Mikasa asked from beside you.

Eren nodded enthusiastically. He was staring at you like you were his angel, his salvation, his goddess — all of which you were starting to become right now. He leaned forward and stared at you with bright viridian irises. “Will you cook for me, too, [Name]?”

Mikasa slapped him at the back of his head. “Hey, get in line!”

“Ow, Mikasa, that hurts!”

“... Oops, I sometimes forget that I have the miracle of strength. My bad, Eren.”

“I hate you.”

You offered your lunchbox to him with warm cheeks. “Eat this. Maybe this will make you feel better.”

“You really are an angel, [Name]!”

Mikasa turned to you, her blank facade morphing into concern at the sight of your flustered expression. She touched your forehead and gasped, “Are you alright, [Nickname]? Do you have a fever? Should I carry you back to your home?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m fine, Mika.”

Maybe you did have a fever. Your heart was beating too fast at the moment and it only increased its pace when you met Eren’s gaze one more time for the day.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked Eren one spring day when you two were fifteen years old.

Eren, who grew to be taller than you during your teenage years, scowled and ripped a patch of grass from underneath the tree on the little hill. As the years go by, many things have changed. All of you grew to be differing individuals and Eren wasn’t an exception. He earned a stubborn streak behind all that passionate drive he had of conquering the mountains surrounding Paradis, something that got him in trouble with his father. He always got into fights with Jean Kirchstein, a boy who lived closer to the marketplace, and it would always lead to you and Mikasa separating the two for fear of Grisha visiting when he had so much on his hands already. It didn’t help that he got the miracle of clairvoyance as well. It was a power that painted him as an ominous harbinger of misfortunes.

Aside from Armin and Mikasa, you grew to be a part of his life. If he felt down, he would always go to you and let his feelings get the best of him. Not that he was confessing his deep-rooted affections for you but he was rambling all the frustrations that clogged his throat, with you soaking it all in. Today was one of those days as he kept pulling grass patches in his fist. His eyelashes fluttered as he took in a shaky breath.

“People have been talking again.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What are they saying this time, ‘Ren?”

Eren gritted his teeth in anger. “The same as always. How I’m nothing but a walking bomb of misfortune. The lady pointed her finger at me while I'm doing an errand because I apparently saw in a vision that her fish died. Well, news flash, I didn’t!” You kept quiet beside him, letting him vent out his anger. “Didn’t it occur to her that she kept forgetting to feed that poor fish?! No! Because they always wanted someone to blame for the unlucky events that were happening in their miserable lives. I’m sick and tired of them spreading these rumors that labeled me as the villain. I’m not! Am I not allowed to make predictions based on what I observe? Do I even get to breathe from Dad’s nagging, telling me to be more proper like the rest of the family? I’m not like Mikasa whose gift was meant to help people. I’m not like Zeke who’s charismatic enough to get us a herd of cattle. I’m … a disappointment to the family.”

He slumped on your shoulder, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. You felt his shoulder shake in a silent sob.

“I’m nothing. I’m useless. I just wish I didn’t get this stupid miracle. I didn’t ask for this!”

You raised a hand to run your fingers through his unruly brown hair. You gently placed your head against his.

“Everything I say, they take it as something terrible. How am I supposed to live my life with this liability that the key gave me?”

You closed your eyes, every word he let out was a stab to your chest.

“‘Ren, if I say something, would you listen to it?”

Eren sniffled before answering, “I’ll always listen to you.”

“Even if I tell you that you’re wrong?”

He was about to lift his head from your shoulder to give you a look of disbelief but you firmly prevented him from doing so through your hand. “Let me finish, please,” you whispered, knowing that he was hearing you loud and clear. “You’re wrong because you’re not a disappointment nor you’re useless. Didn’t you tell me one time about being special the moment one draws their first breath? It applies to you, too, Eren. It hurts me to hear you say these things because I know that you’re not all of those.” You covered his hand with your free one, your thumb rubbing circles on his tanned skin.

“The thing about the townspeople putting on labels is that they can’t handle the truth. It always hurts and you say it every day without fail — and it's something that I admire. They can’t accept that you’re right — that you saw or observed something that’s bound to happen, and you have no fault in the matter. They’re narrow-minded and you’re so much better than them, so don’t stoop on their level the next time that incident with the fish lady happens again. As for Grisha …

“You can be anyone when it’s just the two of us, Eren. You can play the part of the perfect son for your father and the townspeople but you can be yourself with me. You don’t have to wear a mask — I’ll be your safe haven if you’ll let me.”

Eren felt like he could burst. His body could only take so much when it comes to you. Your smile alone was enough for him to overflow with butterflies and your favorite flowers. His glassy eyes shimmer and reflect his feelings. It was a good thing that he was hiding his face in your neck or else you would’ve seen that he was starstruck. The only thing that you felt from him was his hitched breath. He should’ve masked it more but there was no use when he was practically going to combust at your words. He couldn’t talk about his emotions to Mikasa, seeing as she was his sister and he had to see her every day in their house, or to Armin, who would only tell Mikasa right after. He trusted his best friends immensely, there was no qualm about that, but they couldn’t compare to how safe he felt when he was with you.

It was so natural for him to tell you everything.

“You have always been my safe haven since the start, [Name].”

You looked down and you found yourself getting lost in deep viridescent lakes that glinted against the sunlight streaming from the canopy above.

You felt the butterflies flutter their wings against the sides of your stomach, the emotions bursting through the seams. Almost everything that Eren did or said, whether they were directed to you or other people, never failed to make your heart race. You still didn’t know what the biological reaction entailed but you knew that it had something to do with how he was caring for those he cherished or how he expressed his ideas in the most vivid way possible. You found Eren to be a good friend but sometimes, you thought that he was something more. Mikasa knew about it. Armin had an idea of it, too. Those two mostly looked at you with knowing smiles whenever Eren popped up with some flowers, some poorly concocted lunch, or strewn compliments that made you giggle.

You didn’t know why you were feeling this way around him but it felt nice.

It felt right.

“Do you even know the impact of your words, Eren?” you asked him with a pout and warm cheeks.

“Did it finally woo you?” Eren’s smile could be heard in his words.

He was finally smiling and it was all because of you. You pulled your eyes from him, afraid that he might read what was hidden behind the irises and pupils. “Keep doing that and I might stop bringing you lunch.”

“Hey, your cooking makes me feel alive! Don’t take that away from me, [Name].” He all but whined.

You fought a smile. “Okay, you big baby. Just don’t say those words again please.”

Eren furrowed his brows in confusion. You always accepted his compliments with a flair that made his heart race. You never once told him to cut it out. He kept gauging your reaction, your face still facing away from him. The more time he stared at you, he felt his eyelids drooping. He wanted to continue admiring you from where he was, tucked in your shoulder like a significant other, but his exhaustion was getting the better of him. After reading some fortune about the family late last night, Eren was fighting sleep. This could be one of the reasons why he felt snappy today. He let your scent cover his entire being — apples from the orchard and chamomile that you probably received from the resident teamaker, Levi.

Eren drifted in between consciousness and drowsiness, his next words silent but heartfelt. “Thank you, Schmetterling.”

“You’re always welcome, miracle.”

The night was beautiful — the moonlight dripping in silver streams and gathering in pools on the ground. The night chattering of the fauna created the perfect music for two hearts beating as one.

If your parents heard just a little creak coming from your room, they would come barreling in. So, you carefully opened your windows at the first sound of a pebble hitting the glass panes. Your face warmed up, your hand hastily fixing your hair with trembling fingers. Why were you nervous anyway? This was just Eren, one of your best friends. To this day, you still didn’t have an idea why you were acting like a schoolgirl around him. It was surely a revolting sight to any bystander. It was not because Eren grew taller again, his hair becoming longer and reaching the nape of his neck, that had you tucking your hair behind your ear. Yes, of course, that wasn’t it. However, you did it again before opening the window to the sight of Eren looking up at you with an enthralled sigh.

“Eren,” you breathed.

Eren merely grinned. “Hey, pretty girl, it’s a beautiful night, right?”

You nodded, not exactly meeting his eyes because they were once again looking at you like you were the only one in this entire town.

“Wanna spend it with me?”

You shakily expelled air before your insides clogged up with red carnations and gardenias. Your eyebrows almost contorted into sadness but your heart was singing in elation as you bit your bottom lip. Your hair was gently dancing in the wind and covering half of your face, your body leaning out the window while you stared down at Eren as he hurt you in the best way possible. You nodded wordlessly, afraid that your voice might come out shaky from all the overwhelming emotions.

Eren opened his arms. “I’ll catch you.”

With legs now hanging by your window and hands gripping the windowsill behind you, you took a deep breath and trusted Eren with your life. Air whizzed past your ear until you felt sturdy arms wrapping you in a deep embrace. Your face was hidden in the crook of Eren’s neck and your hand was gripping his shirt. You hear someone’s heart beating wildly against their chest. You wondered if it was you but as you press yourself more on Eren’s chest, you find out that the rhythmic sound came from him. You reluctantly looked up, greeted by Eren lovingly trailing his eyes over every part of you.

Now, the lone heartbeat was joined by another — a song that told of a thousand loves across universes, and it was coming to life on this beautiful night.

“Let’s go?” Eren asked the question so softly that it barely made you flinch.

“Yeah,” you answered with a smile.

Paradis was almost peaceful at this hour. On normal occasions, the marketplace was filled with so many activities that one might get lost if they were whisked away by vendors who were enthusiastic about their stalls. For some reason, tonight was way different than the ones you spend all hours reading under the mellow light of your desk lamp. Few houses still had their lights on but it wasn’t a distraction. They offered to help you guide your way alongside the street lamps lighting up the road. Eren was silent beside you and you were thankful for that. Sometimes during the walk, you felt his hand brushing on your own. Teasing but never crossing the line. Testing waters but was too quick to retreat once the waves were too strong. You wished you had Jean’s confidence when he professed his love to Mikasa a few days earlier. You didn’t wish to have your confession get rejected like what Mikasa did to Jean’s. The sudden thought of your friends became a path in this silent walk.

“Poor Jean,” you started, your hands behind your back as you walked. “I almost felt sorry for him. Mikasa rejected him pretty harshly. That girl still doesn’t know how to let new people in. I hope Jean doesn’t take Mikasa’s rejection as a reason for him to give up.”

Eren chuckled. “I told him countless times that it won’t work out.”

You slowly turned to him. “Did you tell him that you saw it in a vision?”

The young man let out a nervous laugh. “I might have.”

You lightly narrow your eyes at him. You were not exactly mad but given the weight of the words “I saw something in a vision that you should know about”, it might throw someone off their high horse. Even the more confident ones just like Jean. You nudge his side with yours. “You know Jean was a nervous wreck before confessing to Mikasa.”

“I think I know the feeling by now.”

It was an enigmatic response and even though there wasn’t any shed of your name on it, it made your imagination wander. Was Eren nervous tonight? He surely wasn’t acting like it. Or was it a completely different person? You felt your heart constrict at the second thought. You have seen him converse with several townspeople and the only times he showed nervousness was when he told someone of their fortunes. Surely there was an exception to that?

All your musings made you miss Eren’s glance at you, one that had his eyelashes fluttering and accompanied by a small sigh that beheld a thousand meanings.

“So, who’s the lucky person?” you asked, not meeting his eyes.

“Hmm?” Eren looked at you, adoring your side profile that was illuminated by moonbeams.

“The one that got you a nervous wreck.”

Eren sharply inhaled, once again bursting into faux laughter. He scratched his head and you noticed that his hair grew again. It was practically touching his shoulders and he had to tie it in a loose half-bun to not let the strands obscure his vision. Eren’s physical change told you how fast time goes. It felt like yesterday that you two talked about anything other than romance. But you were children at that time. Tonight, you were eighteen-year-olds ready to fly away in tomorrow’s direction. Eren shared the same sentiments because he looked downright uneasy, never meeting your eyes at least at your question.

“She,” he breathed out, “is an angel. The purest soul I've ever known in this place. Everything she does takes my breath away.”

“She sounds amazing, Eren,” you told him with a rueful smile.

The brunet finally took your hand in his, the two of you stopping by the riverside that ran throughout the town, fireflies irradiating both of your faces. You didn’t know that you walked this far but time always seemed to increase when you were spending it with Eren. The young man in front of you, however, was thanking the fireflies for hiding the flushed face he was donning — a sign of his nervousness. You were still staring at him, expecting him to utter Historia or Christa (the two known for their kindness and beauty among the mountains) under his breath but you didn’t expect him to say the next words—

“She’s you, Schmetterling.”

The fireflies glowed brighter than ever.

You could see Eren’s face contort into a pleading yet hopeful expression.

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

“What?”

Eren took your hands in his. He gripped them tightly as if promising into the night that he wouldn’t let you go. He stayed looking at your conjoined hands for a couple of moments before lifting his gaze to meet yours.

“I have always admired you, [Name],” he told you. “Every day since I saw you reading under the tree on the small hill when we were eight, I felt like I’ve discovered something so mystical. You looked otherworldly skimming the pages, with your hair flowing in the breeze. It made my heart swell with the first few signs of infatuation. After that, I mostly asked Mikasa and Armin for help because I could never talk to you. You,” Eren sighed, like the words pained him when it was the exact opposite — saying these things felt freeing, “are so so beautiful and out of my league. Have you seen me? I’m a loudmouth — brash and always asking for a fight. Not to mention, I have the miracle of looking into someone’s future. I’m not exactly the most fitting partner for you. Hell, Mikasa is better for you than me!” He laughed.

Oh, God, he’s rambling.

Eren felt his cheeks flame.

“W-What I’m trying to say is — I love you,” Eren pierced your soul with those beguiling green irises you found yourself falling into, “so so much, [Name]. I couldn’t think of a day when I’m not thinking of you.”

All air was taken from you. You were breathless and speechless. This confession was unexpected because you never once thought that Eren would be the type to tell the world who he loves. And it’s you. Oh, God, it’s you. Your eyes became glassy, reflecting the image of a meek brunet that took your heart to hold in his precious hands before you realized what it meant. You bit your lip to prevent a small sob from coming out but a single tear trickled down your cheek. You felt Eren catch the tear with the most gentle touch known to mankind. After years of questioning whether your unwarranted feelings were something for friends, it now dawned at you that you loved Eren all along — the same intensity he had been showering you for so long.

“Please say something,” Eren whispered against your forehead, his lips tracing your skin akin to a flower petal kissing your head on a spring day.

“I,” you gulped, “you—”

He smiled, transferring his hold to your waist. “Take your time, Schmetterling.”

You shook your head. “You probably waited so long for this. I don’t want to prolong it any further.”

“You know I can wait for you, right? I waited nearly ten years to finally voice out my feelings — I can wait for a few more.”

“You think I’m that cruel to subject you to that?” You planted your hands on either of his cheeks. “Eren, I…” You took a deep breath to calm your racing heartbeat. “You confuse me a lot growing up.” He raised his eyebrows yet he remained silent. “Throughout the years you became my friend, I constantly rethink what I feel for you. Even if I treated you the same as Mikasa or Armin or Sasha, you just stand out among them for me. They don’t give me butterflies like when I see you smile.” You witnessed Eren’s face illuminate with hope, his eyes fluttering and lips slowly gaining a small smile. “They for sure don’t make me imagine what it would feel like to hold their hand or to plant my lips on theirs. I only felt it around you, Eren. And I,” your eyes misted, “now realized that all this time, I’m falling in love with you. I love you, Eren. And I’m sorry I made you wait.”

“No, don’t say sorry,” Eren murmured, afraid that if he talked normally, you would dissipate in tendrils like his dreams. “Let’s just be happy about the present.” He chuckled in disbelief and awe. “I can’t believe you love me back.”

Maybe if he went back home, he would ask Mikasa to punch him in the face. Because this definitely felt like a dream. He opened his eyes and he was met with the most beautiful sight he ever laid his sights on — you were staring back at him, your distinct irises pulling him in. The next thing he knew, he was gradually leaning in, eyes becoming more half-lidded and mouth parting. He often wondered about the feeling of brushing someone’s lips with his. Would it be soft and tantalizing? Would it taste like the sweetest concoction in the town bakery? Or would it electrify him — fireworks bursting in his body? He felt his heartbeat echo at the riverside.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nodded.

The moment your lips met his, the entire town of Paradis thrummed with magic that was more precious than a key or a constellation of miracles.

The church bells were a beacon that called for everyone’s attention. Flocks of people gathered inside the town square, just in front of the cathedral waiting for the final people to burst through the doorway. Excitement was pulsating through everyone’s eyes, their breaths held as they clasped their hands while waiting to cheer. When a pair clad in white finally emerged from the cathedral, the townspeople all threw their hands in the air, flower petals mimicking snow as they rained down on the couple.

“Congratulations!”

You and Eren laughed at the celebration. Being the second marriage that happened in the Jaeger family, with Zeke’s just a few months before yours, everybody was looking forward to the new generation of the magical kin.

There was not a cloud in the sky and as Eren put it, the heavens granted this day to be one of the best throughout the years. Because of his nervousness, he nearly consulted his gift, ready to form the sand circle in the middle of the church. His mind wandered to scenarios that involved you leaving him at the altar or you ditching him to finally open that bookshop and cafe you were talking about since you were young. If it weren't for Mikasa literally smacking some sense to him, he would be a sobbing mess. He could still hear Armin stating that he looked pathetic and that he had nothing to worry about.

As Eren watched you snug in his arm, he felt all the happiness in the world on his shoulders. It was a weight that he didn’t mind carrying. He could kiss you again in front of all these people but seeing as you were profusely thanking them, he had to wait for when the night came to show you how much he loves you.

Grisha stood in front of you two. Eren stiffened beside you, his posture straightening and chin holding his head up high. The older man smiled warmly down at you, his hands gently on the sides of your face so that he could kiss you on both cheeks. Eren’s shoulders dropped in relief. His previous tense facial muscles made way to a loving smile as he watched his father regard you as a member of their extraordinary family.

The patriarch of the Jaegers genuinely chuckled. “You look beautiful, [Name].” He spread his arms. “Welcome to the family.”

“Thank you, Grisha.” You bowed your head a little.

“Call me Dad. Ever since Mikasa told me all about you and Eren begging for me to meet you, it’s safe to say you’re part of the family way before the wedding.” Grisha patted Eren’s shoulder. “Take good care of her, son. She’s a gem — make sure to never let her shine go out.”

Eren smiled, tightening his hold around your waist. “I promise to make her feel special and loved, Father.”

“That’s more like it.” The older man turned to the townspeople. “Now, let us start the festivities for another union in the Jaeger family!” The cheers that followed were signs that this would go on until the moon is high on its perch. Grisha once again spared the two of you an acknowledging glance, tilting down his head a little before mingling with the older folks of the town.

Eren kissed your temple. “Shall we, my wife?”

“We shall, my husband,” you lightly laughed, letting Eren whisk you in the direction of the buffet, which made you laugh out loud. Of course, Eren would immediately go to where the food was. The wedding lasted for nearly an hour and you knew he was starving when he murmured to you about the many food options while the priest recited passages from the word of God.

“Oh, no, you two don’t,” Sasha called out, pulling on your arm. “I don’t allow another person other than me to be the first one to taste the buffet! And [Nickname], the bouquet toss should be happening minutes ago. The other women are eagerly waiting over there.”

You patted her cheek. “I’m sorry I forgot, Sasha. I’ll be right over there.” You glanced at Eren, who was pouting because he was so close to getting a piece of chicken until Sasha stopped you two. “‘Ren, are you staying here at the buffet table?”

“Yeah,” he answered, taking a glass of wine from a server, and telling them his thanks. “I’ll be right here, pretty girl.”

His besotted look remained on your back as you walked with Sasha looping her arms with yours. He didn’t even register that the brunette by your side held a plate filled with things from the buffet table because he was only focused on you. He watched you position yourself at the front of a group of women of all ages, with him occasionally sipping on his wine and minding not to stain his white suit. One of his hands was snug inside his pocket, his posture relaxed unlike when his father was around earlier. Eren couldn’t help but be mesmerized at the sight of you. He remembered crying at the altar while you were walking down the aisle in that dress — so breathtakingly stunning that it hurt just taking his eyes off you. He was so overwhelmed at the wedding that his vision was getting more blurry from the tears accumulating in his eyes.

Even if he saw you every day for more than ten years, you just become much more beautiful than the days before.

With your hair now cascading and free from the bun pinning it, you looked like a faerie — an ethereal mythical creature that was shimmering against the sunshine. He didn’t see Mikasa catching your bouquet or Sasha squealing in delight as she wrapped her arms around the stunned woman. He only saw you clapping your hands in glee, happiness radiating from you like sunbeams and iridescent clouds on a fine summer day. The butterfly hair ornament glinted as you gathered your skirts to join your friends tease Mikasa about the bouquet. It matched with the one perched on the flowers in his breast pocket. Eren’s eyes slowly widened and his lips parted, enraptured at the beauty you possessed even among a crowd.

You were the belle of all seasons.

And he was finally within your circle, so unlike the days he was still pining over you.

As you two met gazes from two different spots of the town square, a wordless thought was shared.

That your story with Eren was just beginning its oneiric narrations, the pages colored with orange blossoms and holly.

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Brothers React to the MC Looking at Them Lovingly

This is a personal experiment. This is the very first time I've written one of these with a goal in mind, "Make them fall in love all over again." It's a tall order. I hope I succeeded. 🙏 Special thanks to @a-chaotic-dumbass for picking the mood for this one!

Intro:

We all know that look. The one where one person stares at another like they just realized they're the only thing in the universe and they're in fucking awe of it. The kind of look that tells you they're utterly enthralled by that other person and just can't get enough of their presence. That look. Yeah, the brothers just got that look out of the MC.

Let's warm some cold hearts, everybody.

Lucifer

Lucifer was always beautiful. Always has been, as an angel or a demon.

A morning star is one that outshines all the rest. It stands out when the other stars have dimmed, holding onto its luster in defiance of the sun.

There couldn't be a truer title for Lucifer to have. Not the horrors of war nor the fires of Hell could tarnish his radiance in any way…

But there were moments, like right then, where the MC caught a glimpse of a different sort of Lucifer.

His brothers would often only see the uptight Lucifer, the practiced visage of perfection that he tried so hard to keep up…

But after a long day, when he thinks he's alone, he retires to his room to listen to his music and the difference is astonishing.

There's something so entrancingly calm about him… How the light of the fireplace flickers and dances across his alabaster skin to the subtle slouch of his posture. His face no longer marred by creases of stress and frustration…

And his expression is so pure… So tranquil and at peace… Beauty without effort. A shine that can't be ignored. A morning star, in the truest sense of the word…

It took awhile for Lucifer to see the MC leaning against his doorframe.

They were staring at him with the oddest look… Smiling like they were enraptured by something, but he didn't have a clue why. He was just sitting there…

So, naturally, he turned to suspicion.

"Am I really that amusing…?"

Frankly, he wasn’t prepared for the little laugh they let out in response.

"Mm? No, no... I'm just always so amazed by you, is all. I'll leave you to your music..."

Having thoroughly ruined the mood, the MC then turned to leave. But Lucifer was already upon them before they could step away, wrapping his arms around their waist and letting contented hum escape his chest.

"Going so soon…?"

Apparently he appreciated the compliment.

Mammon

He didn't have to do it.

When Belphie bumped into one of the House's vases, shattering it against the tile, he didn’t have to take the fall for it.

It wasn’t connected to him at all. He could have stayed quiet and no one would have pointed a finger at him for once.

But he did.

When Mammon set his phone down on the table, MC knew instantly that he had lied in the chat.

He was with them the entire day, he didn't have the time to accidentally break a vase. He hadn't even gone down that hallway all day...

But he said something anyway.

And he didn't even look fazed. He didn't turn towards them seeking approval nor did he look irritated that Belphie didn't speak up. He didn't curse at himself for doing something so self-sacrificing either...

When Mammon leaned back into the cushion of his couch, the MC saw something truly remarkable on his face… A smile. A small one, sure, but relaxed…

Assured in his own actions. Confident in his choice and accepting the consequences… undeserved, and likely thankless, they may be.

A genuine, serene smile…

Mammon wasn't sure what he expected to see when he turned to the MC. Probably confusion or disbelief that he, the Great Mammon, could be so selfless.

Definitely not the awed, lovestruck look he got...

"G-gah!" He panicked slightly and pressed himself back against the armrest of the couch in shock. "Wh-... What'cha lookin at me like that for??"

When the MC didn't answer after a few seconds and just kept staring, he honestly didn't know what to do. Were they broken or something??

"Oi, MC! I asked ya wh-Hey wait a minute!!"

He made a noise between a yelp and a shout when the MC leapt forward and latched their arms onto him. What had gotten into them??

"U-uh… MC? MC?? Damnit MC, answer me already!! Or at least stop squeezin so tight!!... MC!!!"

Leviathan

To anyone else, it was just Levi being Levi.

He had finished a new episode of his latest animated obsession and he had to share it with someone. Anyone would do, but the MC was always willing to lend an ear.

Something about Levi really changes when he talks about his passions… It's like he comes alive in a whole new way.

He speaks at a mile-a-minute, but that's because he's so excited the words fly from his mouth.

Some part of him is always bouncing, be it his leg or body. Sometimes even his tail will swish and curl behind him like an ecstatic puppy. And his eyes…

Citrine pools that glimmer and dilate from the exhilaration of it all. It's his little world and anyone can see he's thrilled to be sharing it.

You'd never know he was shy. You'd never think he'd look down himself. You'd never guess that he hid himself away… Why would someone so full of passion and life ever want to? Some things are just too beautiful to keep hidden...

Levi had only gotten six minutes into his latest rant before he finally registered how the MC was staring at him…

This man has seen enough shoujo to know what that look means and it shut him up sooo quick. If anyone else were in the room they would have seen a beet-red Levi desperately trying to hide his face.

"M-MC…! S-top staring at me like that…!!"

"Like what~?"

He didn't have to look at them to hear the teasing lilt in their voice.

"MC…" He peeked out from behind his fingers to see them still staring and covered himself up more vigorously. "Stoooop…!!!"

But secretly? He wished they'd never stop. His cheeks may have been red from embarrassment, but his heart was trying to hammer its way out of his chest to hug them itself. Hell, he'd have happily given it over to them if they'd asked…

Please just let those loving eyes be for him and him alone...

Satan

Soft isn't exactly a word anybody would use to describe Satan, least of all himself.

His anger was quick to spark, his strength was nothing to scoff at, and even his smiles were nothing but plastic for nearly all of his existence…

Nearly.

The MC learned surprisingly quick that there was one thing that could bypass all of the hidden ferocity to Satan's personality. Something that could make him melt like butter in the summer sun…

Satan had always looked a little cute when he was reading. He was easily at his most expressive when engrossed in a thrilling story or deeply intrigued by something he found between the pages of a book…

But watching Satan read about cats, as he was right then, was really something else entirely.

Maybe it was the way his emerald eyes would sparkle or the lopsided grin he just couldn't hide as he would scan the pages about the playful habits of Bengals or the relaxed nature of Ragdolls…

Maybe it was the sheer impassioned dedication he took the subject, pouring countless hours into collecting and memorizing every fact he could from their diets to coat maintenance.

Or maybe it was the sheer fact that anytime he saw a picture of kitty in-print he looked like a besotted schoolgirl drawing hearts around her crush in a teen magazine.

Really, who's to say? But to the MC, it was proof that under all that anger, there was a tender, loving center even for the smallest, softest creatures…

Satan automatically snapped his book closed when he saw MC watching him from behind a bookshelves. Caught red-handed…

He knows exactly how he looks when he's doing his research internally squealing over cat pictures so he tries to do so in private...

He was about to sputter out a defensive explanation but then he registered their face…

He'd seen that look described in stories, romance novels mostly, but he'd rarely seen it in action… and never once leveled at him with such intensity…

Not to be cliche, but frankly his heart skipped a beat.

Satan forgot about his book briefly and got up to close the distance between them, tilting their chin up to keep their eyes on him.

"Like something that you see, Kitten?"

"You could say that…"

He laughed at their attempt to play coy, but let it slide just this once… Easy to do with them looking at him so amorously.

Asmodeus

Asmo is a very popular demon. Someone so free ought to know quite a lot of people, after all.

And, of course, he had plenty of fans. He made DevilTube videos, hosted radio shows, fashion designed, and even modeled.

So it wasn't very surprising when a young demoness stopped him while he and the MC were out shopping. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked to sign autographs, but this meeting… it was different.

It was clear to them both that this girl was shy. Though she held out the paper, her eyes stayed firmly on the ground and she stumbled on her question… She likely a fan from afar, but everything about her seemed meek… unassuming.

Most people would have just gave the autograph then went on with their day. The interaction could have taken five seconds at most… but not Asmo.

He asked her name… where she was from, how she was feeling, her favorite foods, outfits, makeup, you name it. All with investment.

It was amazing to watch the shy young woman slowly open up, getting more bright and cheerful with each passing question until it evolved into a healthy conversation.

When their little meeting finally wrapped up, he gave her back the paper (now signed) but also fished out a bottle of perfume from among the mountains of bags he was carrying. He gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything to the contrary, he could always buy another.

None of his brothers ever gave Asmo enough credit for his giving nature… even if he had his own way of going about it. Though he cared so much about image and his ability to shine, he never hesitated to make sure that the people around him shined too...

Asmo waved to the fan as she scampered away and was about to apologize to the MC when he saw their face…

The man knows this look well. He's seen it a billion times, though it was particularly cute coming from them.

"Awww MC! Taken by my beauty are you~?"

He was about ready to kiss their cheek when they responded.

"No, not your looks, Asmo… with you."

… Oh.

It was very rare to see Asmo speechless, but for a few seconds his mind seemed to take in their words… letting them fully sink in before his heart utterly melting.

Oh MC… His sweet MC!!

Asmo ended up dropping the rest of his bags just so he could properly litter his human in nuzzles and kisses, the both of them humming and giggling in delight despite their shameless PDA.

Of course it would be his MC to see that part in himself… Who else would take the time?

Beelzebub

Food is a precious resource to Beel. For him, it's a lifeline. A good meal could save him from the brink of starvation…

But that still doesn't make him incapable of sharing from time to time.

He and the MC were walking back to the House after getting takeout from Hell's Kitchen. Beel hadn't even waited until they left the restaurant to start eating his share, spilling the smell of fresh food into the air around them…

Things were going fine on their route back until they heard whimpering behind them…

A hellhound puppy, not quite old enough to bear its fangs, seemingly followed them as they were walking… It looked like it had been out for some time and eyed their food with hungry eyes, but weak posture. Who knows when it last had a meal?

The MC was about to tug at Beel's sleeve and say something, but their demon was ahead of them this time.

A casual observer might have gawked at the sight of Gluttony kneeling down to offer such a lowly creature a sandwich. But the MC knew better. When you spend your whole life hungry, nobody more than you understands that kind of pain in someone else.

This reaction wasn't out of character for Beel, it was elementary.

And when the puppy finished its meal and covered Beel's cheeks with appreciative licks, he just laughed and scratched behind its ears. Amethyst eyes looking more relieved at its health than disappointed he lost some of his lunch...

Food was Beel's lifeline, but kindness is what made him who he was…

When the pup finally scampered off, Beel looked over at the MC to tell them it'd be alright and saw their face…

He wasn't really sure what they were staring at… Did he have something between his teeth again?

"MC? Are you okay...?"

They laughed at him for some reason but pulled him in for a hug so they must have meant well.

"You're so sweet, Beel…"

Beel's never one to refuse a compliment so he just hugged them back, beaming.

"Thank you, MC…"

Belphegor

To say that Belphegor tended to be on the melancholic side would be an understatement… It wasn’t that he was incapable of expressing joy, it was just harder for him to do than most. Not helped, of course, by his tendency to keep his true feelings vague and hard to pinpoint.

But on those rare occasions where he was overjoyed… Belphie could really be something special…

The MC and Belphie were attending one of Beel's games and it was a tight one… Both teams had spent most of it tied and Beel's team was running out of time to overtake that slim margin.

Belphie had always been a supporter of his twin's athletics, but this time it was tense even for him. He kept on the edge of his seat and didn't even nod off during the breaks like he normally would… The MC could just tell how nervous he was for Beel…

But right as the time was about to run out, Beel made a last minute score and sure, the whole field erupted, but Belphie? Belphie hollered.

The normally sleepy and mellow demon was on his feet in an instant and practically shredding his vocal chords in excitement. If his tail had been out, it would have been beating against the bleachers like a war-drum. And his expression?

Belphie's smile is said to stop hearts for a reason. When he puts his all into a grin it's almost like he ascends to Heaven once more, as pure as an angel's choir and as warm as a summer's breeze… Nothing in his eyes but pride and adoration for his beloved twin brother.

Truly, a heartwarming sight to behold…

Belphie didn't calm down until the rest of the crowd settled and was about to point out Beel's skill to the MC when he noticed their face.

… oh no… Why do they look so sappy…?

"You really love your brother, don't you?"

Belphie quickly hid his thoughts behind an irritated frown and plopped back down in his seat… but that didn't shield them from seeing his pink cheeks.

"Of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

He debated just joining Beel on the field to hide his embarrassment when he heard them snicker back.

"Yeah, you're right… Don't mind me."

Oh he minded. He minded a lot that he let his carefully veiled image slip like that. But thinking back to that smile on their face…?

Maybe being a little open wasn't so bad after all...

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i fell in LOVE with the ideas you gave me about streamer!eren so here we go! thank you again and i hope you enjoy <3

Jaegerbomb is Streaming

Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Jaegerbomb is now streaming

Eren adjusted his mic as the stream began, it was a Friday night and he was doing his usual nightly stream. He talked about it on Twitter so he expected a lot of people to be tuning in tonight, as well as it was a Friday night and not many people had school the next day.

"What's up guys?" Eren said as he watched the views begin to go up and the viewers tuned in.

He watched people type in the chat sending the usual 'hi eren!' or the 'hey eren!' he was used to the these messages, a smile forming onto his face.

"Good to see you guys here again! I honestly have no idea what I'm gonna play tonight but we'll go with it," he said, looking at the different chats.

He began to read the different messages that were being sent, some people complimented him or asked how his day was to which he responded with 'thank you' or 'my night has been great'.

Eren was a popular streamer.

He gained popularity within a few months after he streamed with some pretty well known streamers, his raging and yelling is what got him noticed by people, as well as his appearance. People got a kick out of him all the time and he was definitely going places.

Eren was cute, he had emerald-like eyes, brown hair, a sly sexy smile, and he always looked amazing no matter what. It attracted female attention as well as some males, Eren didn't mind it though, he loved interacting with fans on a daily basis; he also had a pretty big fanbase with 400k followers on Twitter and 90k Instagram followers. They were all amazing people and Eren couldn't ask for better.

His rage was something people found to be hilarious, there were compilations of him yelling at Call of Duty or screaming when playing the popular horror games. There was also this one time Eren's mom walked in and yelled at him when he was being too loud, and people found it to be hilarious.

He called his fans the 'Jaegerists', his fanbase was very sweet and there was rarely any toxicity in it. Which in Eren's opinion, was very relieving.

When Eren got popular he was very nervous of the issues that came with it, sometimes people would recognize him on the street or people in his classes would bring up his streams. It was something Eren enjoyed, but he tended to keep his streaming life out of his personal life. It was also a request by Carla, his mother. She told Eren to be careful and always be wary of the internet.

He did exactly that and here he was now, sitting with 7k people watching him.

"What should I play tonight? I was thinking we could do Cold War or Minecraft, but being honest Cold War is a bit boring right now; so let me know guys!" Eren said, scrolling through his chat.

Within seconds people began replying saying either Cold War or Minecraft.

Suddenly, a few notifications started popping in from a few of his viewers.

jaegerbombfan10 donated 30 coins!

iloveeren_ donated 10 coins!

erenjaeger21 donated 5 coins!

Eren smiled as he got the donations, it was common for his viewers to donate to him and he was very thankful for it. He never begged his fans for donations or any of that and that's what people liked about Eren, he never asked for anything other than love and kindness.

"Thank you to those who donated! You're all amazing!" he said with a smile.

The usual kudos came into chat and people sent in hearts to the chat which made Eren feel 10x more happier, he enjoyed what his fans were doing for him and he was so thankful.

"Alright I think Minecraft won.. so today we're gonna do that," Eren added, narrowing his eyes a bit at the different chats which suggested the game.

Eren skimmed through his computer and began to load the game, it took a few moments but the main screen popped up and Eren put on his headset.

His eyes averted to the chat's people were sending in.

jaegerbombswife: eren u look so good

ereniloveyou_: minecraft is so cool eren

jaegerbombsbiggestfan: omg eren u look so cute right now ❤

jaegerist21: ooo minecraft? sounds fun eren!

"I feel like a mess right now but thank you guys, really. What music should I play tonight? Let me know in the chat," he said before turning back to the screen and entering his world.

It was pretty common for Eren to stream during the night, he doesn't really have the time during the day to stream since he has school and other important personal things to deal with.

He scrolled through the chats with different artists and songs, "You guys want Pop Smoke? I played him last time.. how about some The Kid Laroi? He has some good songs," he said, clicking through to find his spotify.

Eren clicked on a random song and went back to Minecraft, he started by running around and organizing his items because a few people in the chat were complaining about his inventory.

"Oh shush! Not everyone is perfect! My house is dope okay?" Eren said before chuckling a bit.

Suddenly, a few notifications came through which caught Eren's attention.

y/nloveseren donated 500 coins!

y/nloveseren donated 1000 coins!

y/nloveseren donated 800 coins!

That was surprising.. not many people donate three times in a row, and with that many coins either.

Eren watched as the user moved from the bottom of the donation list to the very top, whoever it was, they were donating a lot of coins to him.

"Yo! Y/nloveseren! Thank you for your donations!" he said, smiling to himself.

A few chats suddenly bubbled in.

jaegerist45: damn whoever that is they donated a lot.

jaegerbombsbiggestfan407: omg fr!

iloveueren77: eren i can donate later!

y/nloveseren: of course! ♡ you're one of my favorite streamers <3

Eren smiled at the message, "Nah thank YOU for donating! It's appreciated," he replied.

As Eren continued playing Minecraft throughout the night y/nloveseren continued to donate to him, they ended up donating about five or six times after and it was surprising for him. He hadn't ever seen this person in his streams before, he tends to remember usernames, but theirs didn't ring much of a bell. They must have been a silent viewer.

"You guys can ask some questions by the way! It's only midnight and I really wanna hear from you guys," he said, taking a sip of his water bottle.

Questions began to fill into the chat.

jaegerbombbbb21: eren will you ever play outlast?

erensimp34: how tall are you eren?

jaegerist0123: does ur mom know about u streaming?

erensbiggestfan31: are u single?

Eren skimmed through the different questions, some were the usual and some were odd. "Well to answer, I will play Outlast at some point. I am 6'1, my mom does know I stream, and yes I am single." he replied.

Many reactions came from the chat, people saying how sexy his height was or talking about how he was single.

y/nloveseren: ur single!? holy shit

Eren chuckled a bit, "Yeah I am single.. it's mainly 'cause I never really found anyone who was going to stick around you know?" he said.

y/nloveseren: can i place my minecraft bed next to yours then? ;)

Eren's eyes widened a bit from the message, his cheeks growing a light shade of pink; nobody has ever flirted with him on a stream before. Yeah people have called him sexy or said he was hot, but a flirt was never thrown.

"Y/nloveseren you definitely caught my attention with that.. but sure! I'll let you," he smirked.

The chat suddenly went wild with people sending in messages about what he said, others pointed out his blush or the way he was smirking right now.

jaegerist45: eren a simp? ooop

iloveyoueren_: what? :/ eren what about me 🙄?

erensimp34: SIMPPPP

erenishot386: did u guys see him blush? I GOT IT ON CAMERA

jaegerist219: omg he blushed? y/nloveseren keep talking!!

Eren smiled to himself, "Alright settle down guys! What they said was nice, okay? Nothing serious."

y/nloveseren: aw :( i was serious tho! you are quite the cutie <3 i deadass can't believe you noticed that message 😭!

y/nloveseren donated 400 coins!

"Thank you y/nloveseren! Seriously, you are kicking ass tonight," he said. "I'm definitely not the cutest but thank you, really!"

Within the next few hours, Eren and a few other viewers chatted about new games and a few embarrassing stories Eren told them. The one person who stood out to him though, was y/nloveseren. They donated a lot that night and Eren even chatted with them.

"Alright guys! I'll see you all soon! Goodnight," Eren said, waving at the camera.

jaegerist45: night eren!

iloveeren716: goodnight Eren! ♡

y/nloveseren: night Eren! sleep well <3

Eren stopped the stream and leaned back in his chair, who was y/nloveseren? And why couldn't he stop thinking about them?

The next few weeks of streaming were exciting for Eren, a few new games were released and he started playing them for his fans. He gained more popularity from the games as well and he was happy to see new people trickling in.

Though, Eren had another thing to look forward to when streaming.

(Y/N).

He actually ended up finding out her name, yes she was a girl.

During one of his streams he asked a few questions about her, of course she was happy to respond to Eren and he always looked forward to seeing her in his streams. She was his top donater and he was always excited to see her pop in, it was odd; Eren never felt this way before.

She was a fan, someone who looked up to him, yet Eren felt... excited to see her? He would get nervous if he didn't see her join a stream or he'd be disappointed if she left early, it was odd. He wasn't sure why he felt this way.

His fans pointed it out as well, they noticed Eren would smile a lot whenever he spoke to her or he would laugh at her jokes.

Eren never did that, not even with a fan.

He was sitting in his chair, the stream had just started and people began to fill in, he was going to play a bit of Call of Duty and then he would chill.

"What's up guys? How are we doing today?" Eren asked, looking at the screen.

erenfan21: hey Eren! i'm good

jaegerist45: yoo hey!

iloveeren1827: hi eren! how are you?

y/nloveseren: hi eren!! <3

Eren smiled seeing her pop into the chat, "I'm good guys, hi (Y/N). Good to see you," he replied.

As Eren played the game he couldn't help but look over to see if (Y/N) ever talked, he didn't want to miss a message from her. Sometimes he got so distracted he would end up dying or losing a round, a lot of people took notice.

"Bro Call of Duty makes me so mad," Eren said, his brows pinching together as he focused on the screen. "Maybe I should uh.." he trailed off as he looked at the chat.

Suddenly, his controller vibrated and it showed his character dying.

"Fuck!" Eren yelled, rolling his eyes. He then turned off the game and leaned back in his chair, he was clearly mad; his rage was something that entertained people and this was no different.

erensbiggestfan31: damn Eren you're mad again?

jaegerist187: shit guys he might rage

jaegerbomb1782: ah shit, u good eren?

y/nloveseren: eren? are you okay?

His eyes flickered towards the chat, "Yeah I'm good guys! That shit pissed me off, but I'll head back in." he said, pressing a few buttons to head into the game again.

y/nloveseren: yay!! 🥰 happy Eren is the best Eren!

y/nloveseren donated 700 coins!

He smiled to himself again. She always made him smile.. it was something she did to him, she had this effect no other fan could put on him.

"Say (Y/N).. you donate a lot and I always see you here.. yet, I don't think you've ever followed me before," he said, looking at the screen.

The chat began to blow up.

jaegerist45: OOOOO 👀

iloveeren167: oh shit? eren?

y/nloveseren: i'm just shy 😭 plus i doubt you respond to dms

He ran his fingers through his brunette locks, twirling one of the strands in his fingers. "I do actually respond to dms, but you're shy? That's cute lowkey.. I actually have an idea," he smirked.

y/nloveseren: and that is? 👀

erensimp34: A CHALLENGE? y/n omg

jaegerist45: oh shit.. IM INTERESTED

jaegerbombfan20: SHE GETTING BOLD 😩

"If I win this next round of COD you gotta give me your Instagram," he said, leaning back on his chair.

The chat began to blow up with messages of people hyping (Y/N) up, a grin formed onto Eren's face seeing what people were saying. He hoped that she wasn't uncomfortable with what he said, that's the last thing Eren would ever want.

y/nloveseren: bet, deal.

His eyes widened a bit, "Shit for real? Just know I'm not forcing you, but I'm curious about you."

y/nloveseren: nah! you're fine ;) let's see if you win though

Eren smirked when his eyes scanned over the message, "Alright.. say less," he said.

He entered the game and started playing the round, he made sure to keep extra focused so he wouldn't lose. That was the last thing he wanted, he was interested in what (Y/N) was like; she was definitely intriguing.

Eren pressed his thumbs and fingers into the controller, his grip tight enough that his knuckles were white; his fans even noticed and told him it wasn't that serious, but Eren didn't care. He wanted to win and losing is something Eren hated.

Suddenly the screen flashed the victory and Eren put his hands in the air. "Hell yeah! You guys see that? Jaegerbomb is the winner!" he yelled with a smile on his face.

His chat was going crazy.

jaegerist45: YO GOOD JOB EREN

erensimp13: omg nice job eren!

jaegerbombfan20: dude u did so good!!

Eren's smile widened looking at the chat, he always enjoyed his fans telling him he was doing great.

y/nloveseren: you actually won, damn. i didn't think you would have 😭, but since you did.. you want my instagram?

Eren leaned back in his chair, "Hell yeah! Hand it over," he replied.

y/nloveseren: it's y/n.l/n!

He grabbed his phone and went to Instagram, the chat was blowing up yet again when people saw her actually put her Instagram in. They hyped her up and even told Eren that he was a lucky guy for that.

Eren found her profile instantly, he scrolled through her photos and his eyes went wide; she was gorgeous. Eren was used to pretty girls talking or messaging with him, but she.. she was different and he felt it; he couldn't help but stare at the different photos of her in the mirror or the selfies she had with a pretty smile.

He looked at the chat and moved his headset to the side, "Yo.. guys.." he said, staring at the screen.

Instantly people began asking questions. "Guys.. she is fucking gorgeous, (Y/N) you're so cute holy shit," he said, smiling to himself.

jaegerist45: YOOO EREN IS A SIMP

iloveeren3827: awe 🥺

erensimp13: SHOW USSSS

jaegerbombfan20: is she pretty? y/n omg ur so lucky

erensbiggestfan928: simpppp

jaegerist2827: DID YOU GUYS SEE HIS SMILE?

His smile turned into a frown when he saw that (Y/N) wasn't talking in the chat anymore. Did he make her uncomfortable? He didn't force her into sending it, maybe she was uncomfortable and she just didn't want to say anything.

"Yo.. (Y/N) are you there? Shit did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry," Eren said, putting his phone on his desk.

He shook his leg watching the different people responding to what was going on, a few people apologized to her; they said that they didn't mean to make her feel weird or force her into telling Eren her Instagram.

His eyes flickered when he saw her name.

y/nloveseren: omg no! you didn't make me uncomfortable at all :) thank you for your comments tho! 💗 you made me smile

Eren felt relief wash over him, "Ugh thank god! I thought I made you feel grossed out! But it's my pleasure.. you are beautiful," he said.

People started to leave messages like 'awe <3' or 'omg guys Eren is so simping right now'. All in all, he found (Y/N) extremely attractive and he decided to follow her, he silently prayed that maybe just maybe.. they would talk outside of the stream.

Eren noticed how late it was, it was currently 2:31 A.M. and he usually went to sleep earlier on Sunday's because of his classes.

"Alright guys! I'm gonna end it here, it is really late where I live so I'm probably gonna head to sleep. Goodnight everyone! Thank you for tuning in!" he said while waving at the camera.

Everyone wished Eren a good night and he ended the stream. He rubbed his tired eyes and went to shut off the light in his room, all he wanted was to relax and get a good night's rest.

He placed his phone onto the nightstand and rolled over to the other side of his bed, his body relaxing into the sheets and comfort of his mattress.

A sudden ping woke him up.

It was odd, nobody usually texted Eren this late except for maybe Armin who reminded him to keep quiet while he studied but Armin was out that night with Annie.

Reaching for his phone, the screen lit up; he had a notification from Instagram. More specifically, a direct message.

He unlocked his phone and noticed he had a dm from (Y/N), she actually texted him; a smile grew onto his face as he opened it up.

(Y/N): hey! i doubt you're awake, but i wanted to message you and say hey <3!

He instantly began typing back.

Eren: hey! i was about to go to bed but i wanted to respond to your message, so you're y/nloveseren right?

Within seconds she viewed the message and began typing again.

(Y/N): haha, yeah that's me! i've been watching you stream for a really long time, but i was a silent fan. i got a job recently and i decided to donate since you have always put a smile on my face lol.

Eren: wow really? that's sick! it's so cool to meet you, i always look forward to seeing your name in my streams 😭. how old are you btw?

(Y/N): it's cool speaking with you too! i'm 19 btw!

Eren was surprised, she was around his age? Some of his fans were under 18 or around 20+, but he was surprised to see someone the same age as him around. Most of the girls around his age weren't interested in streamers or gaming in general.

Eren: say uh.. do you mind maybe, getting to know one another? only if you're cool with it of course

He chewed his bottom lip waiting for a reply back, he wasn't sure what she would say. He didn't want to come off as the creepy streamer who talks to fans and does weird shit with them.

(Y/N): really? sure! i'm down :)!!

He smiled seeing the message, maybe this girl was worth losing sleep over.

Eren spent the last few days talking to (Y/N), he would stay up past 3 A.M. texting with her about life and getting to know her deeper.

The two connected instantly that night, (Y/N) was an university student studying psychology and she had a job at a local cafe near her apartment outside campus. She was interested in gaming and she told Eren that she had been watching his streams for a few months, she found him to be entertaining and he was one of the few streamers that weren't weird.

They shared a lot of the same experiences on a lot of things. Eren told her about the many relationships he had and how the girls instantly thought he was weird or boring for wanting to stream instead of having a career. (Y/N) had just gotten out of a really bad relationship and she told him that her ex found it weird that she watched him.

As much as Eren really liked the vibes he got from (Y/N), he was scared to get close with her. Armin warned him many times about how some 'fans' aren't actually fans, they con people and gain their trust to expose them later. Eren didn't want to be used for money or any of that, that would be the end of him.

Still though, Eren wanted to talk to her more. He hadn't ever gotten like this with a fan before, but maybe.. this could be different?

Eren was laying in bed that night, he decided not to stream because he was tired and he just felt really lazy. He was doing the usual, texting (Y/N) and listening to music.

(Y/N): what are you up to?

Eren: i'm just laying down, listening to music. wbu?

(Y/N): i was wondering if you maybe wanted to.. facetime? of course we don't have to but i feel like it could be cool?

Eren looked up for a second, maybe a facetime would be good; it could help him get to know her more and maybe he could find out if she was looking to fuck around with him.

Eren: sure! here's my number

He sent her his number and sat up, he wanted to look decent for her anyway. He fixed his messy hair and tied it back into a bun, then he zipped up his sweater.

His heart began to race, why was he feeling this way? It was just a fan nothing he couldn't handle, he silently hoped that she wouldn't think he was weird or anything.

His phone suddenly began to ring, he rushed over to his bed and grabbed his phone. It was an unsaved number so he assumed it was (Y/N). He fixed his hair and clicked the green answer button.

"Hey!" Eren said, his smile showing as he saw (Y/N) behind the screen.

She giggled, "Oh my God hi! You're so much cuter behind the screen," she replied.

Eren chuckled, "Thank you.. you're very beautiful yourself."

Her cheeks grew hot, "You're sweet but.. what's up? How are you doing tonight?" she asked with a smile on her face.

Eren leaned back in his chair, "I'm doing good, what about you? Do you work tonight?" he asked.

"No I don't actually.. that's why I decided to call you since I had some free time. Are you streaming today?" she asked.

He shook his head, "Nah.. I uh.. I decided not to since I was tired and I honestly was too lazy to get on," he chuckled.

"Oh Jaegerbomb is lazy huh? That's odd, you usually have so much energy." she giggled.

Eren smiled at her words, "Yeah I'm pretty lazy sometimes.. but y/nloveseren just insisted we facetime," he said in a dramatic tone.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh shush! I was being sweet and plus I was bored, so be thankful I asked." she said, giggling a bit.

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh I see.. but I am thankful! You're a pretty sweet girl (Y/N), I love talking to you."

She felt bashful around him, Eren had this impact on her and she always had butterflies whenever his name popped up into her phone. He was sweet, attractive, exciting, and most of all he was an amazing listener; something (Y/N) never had.

"Thank you, Eren. You're a really sweet guy yourself," she replied, nodding her head to the side.

He propped his phone up on his bed, he adjusted himself so he was a bit comfortable. "Of course! You deserve it (Y/N)," he smiled.

The two talked for hours that night about so many things. They told each other different stories from their childhood, they talked about weird experiences they had, and they even got a bit personal with one another. Eren felt like that was a huge plus, he could never get this personal with anyone.

He loved the vibes he got from (Y/N), she was easy to talk to, funny, sweet, she matched his vibe and the two got along so well.

Eren had his mind made up.

She was worth losing sleep over.

A month or two had gone by since (Y/N) and Eren started talking. They were still very close and they talked pretty much all day everyday, that was something that rarely ever happened with a fan. Most of the time Eren wouldn't speak to fans long.

He considered her a friend, but he knew inside he wanted to be more than friends with her.

He was currently streaming at the moment, he was a bored; not much was going on and he was playing some Minecraft to pass the time. (Y/N) told him earlier in the day that she wouldn't be joining the stream till later because she was working late. It slightly disappointed him, but he knew that her personal life was important.

He sighed, "What do you guys wanna talk about? Ask me anything," he said, looking towards the chat.

A few questions bubbled into his chat, some were questions that he's answered before. But one question actually caught his eye..

jaegerist3452: what do you think about y/n?

He furrowed his brows for a second, why would they be asking about her? Sure, he told people that he was speaking to her and they talked outside of the streams, but nobody really asked.

"What do I think about (Y/N)? Oh, she's dope as hell. I love talking to her, there's a lot more I can say but I dunno.. she might not like it," he replied, leaning back in his chair.

His eyes scanned back over to the chat where everyone was spamming telling him to say it and that she probably wouldn't judge him.

"You guys really want to know?" he asked, sitting up a bit.

erensimp43: yes!! i wanna know!

jaegerist45: i'm down to listen

erensbiggestfan2928: tell us!

iloveeren1010: i wanna hear!

Eren let out air through his nose. "Well (Y/N) is a really really sweet girl, she's so nice and easy to talk to. Not to mention how great of a listener she is, her personality is something I value the most about her; she always makes me laugh and talking to her is my favorite part of the day. Most of all, she's beautiful. She's such a pretty girl and.. damn, I'd love to make her mine."

The chat began to blow up with messages.

jaegerist45: that's so cute man

jaegerbombfan20: awe 🥺

iloveeren_: that's adorable holy shit

erensbiggestfan1083: simppppp but that's so nice

He smiled at the thought of her. "Yeah call me a simp but... she's really amazing," he said.

y/nloveseren: wow 🥺..

His eyes bulged out of his head when he saw her name in the chat, a blush crept onto his cheeks feeling embarrassment washing over him.

"O-Oh shit.."

Everyone began to flood messages about how Eren just got caught, he felt embarrassed and really bashful. She most likely heard everything he just said, what if she was uncomfortable?

"Shit I'm sorry (Y/N).. I shouldn't have said that shit.. we barely know one another and you're probably really upset," Eren said, rubbing his temples.

y/nloveseren: no Eren ur fine! what u said was actually really sweet 🥺💗.. thank you <3

He sat up, "Really? Wait.. so you're not mad?"

y/nloveseren: no not at all! :) i can say the same about you.. you've definitely been really sweet and i really like you

His jaw dropped and a smile formed onto his features. "Wow.. I have no words. Can we text? Please?" he asked, raising his brows.

y/nloveseren: of course <3!

Eren reached for his phone and saw her typing in their dms, his eyes flickered upwards at the chat which was now going crazy over what they both said to each other.

jaegerist45: dude that's so cute

jaegerbombfan20: I'M GONNA CRY OMG

The vibration of his phone broke him out of his thoughts, he went to Instagram to view the message from her.

(Y/N): hey :), i heard what you said and it really made my day. i was having a shitty day at work and hearing what you said made me so happy, so thank you for that. i like you, eren. i know you may not feel the same but talking to you has been so amazing and i would love to talk to you more ♡.

He smiled before sending a reply.

Eren: i would love to! talking to you has made me so much happier and i'm glad we met. everything i said was true and i want to keep talking, you're amazing.

(Y/N): sounds like a plan ❤.

Eren smiled and looked up to see his chat spamming his name, many people took the hint that he was talking to her.

"I got her guys.." he said with a smile.

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syntheticavenger · 3 years

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Enjoying the Party

Mob Boss Andy Barber x Female Reader

Word Count: 500

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Implied physical violence. This is in the birthday girl AU.

It’s a company holiday party and Andy can’t take his eyes off of you. You’re wearing the dress he bought you, form fitting with a deep plunge that shows off the emerald necklace you got for your birthday.

He’s also aware of how a certain intern follows you as you greet his colleagues, Andy keeping his gaze on the man that stands close to you, hoping for your attention. He won’t get it. Not with how you still are missing your panties from earlier, somewhere on the floor of his car when he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Enjoying the party?”

You turn to face the intern that is right in your face, still trying to grow a beard as he leans against the wall. You smile politely, watching Andy’s gaze behind you.

“How are you, David?” you ask, noticing his eyes that stop at your breasts.

“Great now that I see you,” he hums, taking a sip of his beer. “I hope I’m not being too forward but that’s a beautiful dress.”

“Oh thank you,” you purr, smoothing it out gently. “Someone special bought it for me.”

He looks surprised at your response, swallowing hard as he looks around.

“I didn’t realize you had a boyfriend.”

“My fiancé prefers to stay away from these types of parties.”

“Why is that? Doesn’t want to have competition?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head as David smirks.

“David,” Andy greets him, shaking his hand hard enough to make him wince. “Nice to see you.”

“Mr. Barber,” David answers. “Didn’t know that you attended these sort of things.”

“Well,” Andy answers, looking around the space. “I pay for it. Might as well enjoy it.”

“I’ll be right back,” you excuse yourself, slipping away from them to refill your drink.

David lets out a low whistle of appreciation.

“You’re lucky, Mr. Barber,” David says, clutching his hand over his heart. “You get to see that every single day.”

“You have no idea,” Andy answers smoothly. “You like her, huh?”

“Are you kidding? The mouth on her, Jesus. And that fucking body.”

Andy finishes the last of his drink, slapping his hand on David’s shoulder.

“Let’s get some fresh air, shall we?”

You shake your head at Andy as he links his arm around David’s shoulder, Andy’s gaze on you as he smirks in your direction.

No, you mouth, trying to mentally tell him to stop. Not here. Not with his colleagues around.

It doesn’t matter, you can already tell by Andy’s swagger that he’s going to do whatever he wants.

Long minutes pass as you try to stay away from the doors, engaging in a small conversation with one of the receptionists until you see him, straightening his jacket before he comes near you.

“Andy,” you warn. “Where is he?”

“Sweetheart,” Andy answers back innocently. “He’s taking a nice nap. He’ll be up in a few hours.”

“Andy, you can’t-”

“I can and I did. No one messes with my girl.”

#mob boss andy barber #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x you #birthday girl au #after hours au

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Under the Floorboards

(Technoblade x Reader) link to Pt. II :)

Picking up a bundle of wood you let out a soft breath, you watched as it escaped out your lips in front of you in a small cloud. Trudging through the snow you made your way back to your house, well it wasn’t really your house. A few months ago you ran into Technoblade while he was searching for a new home far away from this place called L’manburg; he told you he was in retirement and was surprised to find another person all the way out here. As a wandering adventurer, you eventually won him over with your charm, wit, and humor.

That was a joke of course.

You both started a mutual trade agreement, on your way back from the adventures you’d always take a pit stop at his place so he could see if you had anything worth trading. It started slow, he realized you would come back very late at night, and very weary. He offered you to stay the night once, then once turned into twice and before you knew it you began to stay at his place after every late-night adventure. As you spent more time together he helped you become a better fighter, and farmer and you helped him learn social skills and how to cook food that wasn’t steak.

He never told you about his time in the country of L’manburg or why he was in retirement in the first place but you didn’t mind. Everyone has their secrets and even if both of you were considered friends at this point you never pried. Not even when you’d catch him mumbling to himself about chat, or the bloodthirsty look in his eyes after he killed an animal. You kept your mouth shut out of respect, you could tell he appreciated the gesture.

You earned yourself a friendship emerald after he introduced you to his oldest friend Philza, the man treated you like you were his family. It made you feel wanted and welcome, Techno had a little smile on his face the entire interaction as the both of you bonded. In his mind he was ecstatic his two favorite people were getting along. Techno walked Philza out of the house and returned holding an emerald out to you, you knew how valuable these emerald were to him. You were in such shock and awe you almost started crying which caused him to panic.

“I’ll treasure it with my life.” You told him kissing said emerald gently, blush spread across his pale face to his pointed ears.

“I’m glad.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Chat- chat stop I’m not simp.” You heard him whisper hiss softly but you ignored it, choosing to smile at him instead. He noticed and his blush only deepened. You took his hand, it was so small intertwined in his own, and squeezed it softly.

Eventually, the both of you grew closer than just friends which understandably scared the half pigman to death. You caught him mumbling to himself more frequently, especially when you both were out fighting monsters and gaining experience.

Things like: “I’m not a simp” and “Calm down I’m gonna protect her” as well as “I can’t just say that!” Were very frequent mumblings of his, your brow furrowed and after fighting a baby zombie you turned towards him,

“Hey Technoblade you doing okay?”

“Yes!” He sputtered out reassuring you that he was just fine by saving you from a Skeleton.

You two watched the sunset that same day from on top of a snowy mountain and he confessed to you. The confession was a bit rough around the edges but then again so was he, so to you, it was perfect. You took his hands to get him to stop rambling and kissed his knuckles. He made an embarrassed sound and looked away from you, you cooed teasingly at him and accepted. From then on you both were attached at the hip, well as attached as he’d let you be there was still that level of awkwardness that came with any new relationships but it was wonderful. You’d both spent hours by the fireside as he read to you, you’d help him care for Carl and get enchanted books all the while you were in awe of this magnificent and mysterious man before you.

Shaking your head smiling to yourself you trudged back to his house, the emerald around your neck bounced in tandem with your steps. Technoblade never liked leaving you alone, you reminded him constantly that you had a life before he was in it but he still seemed to be on edge. You figured it had something to do with his past so you did your best to reassure him that you’d be safe when he was away; Techo seemed to appreciate your efforts at least. Whenever he got back from what you assumed was visiting Phil (after all, Carl was gone), you were going to run him a bath and braid his hair the way he liked. Maybe you’d make him a nice dinner then you’d both fall asleep together while reading. It’d earn you some soft kisses and snuggles later, you giggled to yourself as you put away the wood. If you told anyone else this giant of a man, who you’ve seen wipe out hordes of monsters like it was nothing, loves to be cuddled at night they’d call you insane.

You wandered down into the basement to feed his cow but the sound of a blocks-breaking startled you out of your daydream. You whipped around pulling out your sword in the way Technoblade showed you and came face to face with a blonde child peeking out from the floorboards.

“What the FUCK?!” You both shrieked at one another, he moved to try and scramble back down the hole. You followed him down his ladder, you weren’t going to let this child get away with living under your boyfriends’ house so easily. You backed him into a corner and took note of his beat-up appearance and his attempts to look brave as he held up his hands. Sweat gathered on his brow but you didn’t let your guard down, before you could open your mouth to question him he began to talk so fast and loud you could barely keep up.

“OI, OI, OI, OI! LADY, LADY, LADY, CALM DOWNNNN CALM DOWN! SEE, SEE WE’RE BOTH IN TROUBLE CAUSE WE’RE BOTH STEALING- BORROWING FROM THE BLADE! THE BLADE KNOWS ME! I AM HIS LITTLE BROTHER, TOMMY, I AM SURE YOU’VE HEARD OF ME! THEREFOR I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG. YOU-YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, ARE A STRANGER! YOU KNOW HE’S A BLOOD GOD RIGHT? HE’LL ABSOLUTELY KILL YOU, BUT BUT! IF WE KEEP THIS BETWEEN US I WON’T HAVE TO TELL HIM ANYTHING AT ALL FAIR? SEEMS FAIR TO ME-”

You reached your hand out to cover his mouth, your eyes narrowed into slits, “Start again. Softer and slower. Techno never told me he had a brother.” You watched the eyes of the blonde widen in surprise, assumingly at the notion that you already knew Technoblade. Slowly you removed your hand from his mouth but didn’t lower your guard. He cleared his throat, swallowing tentatively.

“I’m Tommy. We’re not related by blood- who ARE you?” he pressed still completely baffled at the appearance of a GIRL who knew Technoblade. Before you could even respond to him he let out another baffled cry. “DOES HE SIMP FOR YOU!?” He shrieked pointing at you as he waved his finger around. “THERE’S NO WAY- HE DOES HOLY SHIT!” Tommy laughed as you blinked rapidly, how was he able to read all that without you even saying anything? You were trying to process who this kid was while also being stuck on the blood god thing. You felt Tommy’s arm around your shoulders suddenly as he pulled you close. “Well, Miss Blade now that we know who you are maybe we can strike a deal-“

“Absolutely Not.”

“HEY! Come on now.” Tommy whined loudly, “I need your help here! Look I’m sure you know why he’s in hiding and all...and well...I might’ve pissed the same people off and-”

“Actually no. I didn’t know that…” You spoke softly deflating a little, “He’s in hiding? From who exactly.”

A look of shock came across Tommy’s face, “You mean...you don’t know? Like about L’manburg and his betrayal.”

“Does it sound like I know? Look Tommy you seem like a nice kid really, but you need to leave-”

“Nonononnonononono. Look it’s fine, I’ve been living here for weeks now-”

“WEEKS?” You snarled a pink flush coming to your cheeks, you grabbed the boy’s arm and began to drag him up the ladders in Techno’s house. Hee was going to kill you like actually this time. You were about to throw open the door but it swung open in front of you. Techno was standing there completely bruised and bloody and you immediately dropped Tommy in favor of him.

“Oh my god Techno what happened?” You breathed out a worried breath he was about to respond before he noticed Tommy. He grabbed you by the arm and pushed you behind him guarding you with his body.

“Tommy.” He snarled as the boy once again shrieked and booked it back down the ladder Techno turned towards you, “Stay here.” Technoblade commanded you softly the look in his eyes could only be described as desperate. “Don’t leave. Please.”

“I won’t…” You murmured watching him disappear after the British boy, you hoped he was going to explain everything to you after he dealt with the raccoon. You could hear them shouting from down below you, you couldn’t push it off any longer you needed to get answers from him.

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Part II maybe? Lmk if there’s an interest! Cause I love this man with my whole heart! Thanks so much for reading 🥺✨ link to Pt. II :)

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ramzawrites · 3 years

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May I request a fic of Ranboo meeting another endermen hybrid, but he's inherited different traits than ranboo?

For example teleporting without pearls, getting annoyed at eye contact, automatically dodging projectiles and a huuuge mouth when angry?

Maybe them teaching each other about things?

Two halves make a whole - Reader and Ranboo

Pairings: none

Characters included: Ranboo, Technoblade, Philza

Warnings: cursing

Series: a request from 🌱🌟 <3

Summary: Y/N has no real idea how they managed to end up in this snow biome. All they know is that they need help or they will freeze to death. Lucky for them they meet another Enderman Hybrid with a soft spot for helping out.

Words count: 2606

Authors Note: I hope this is fine! I’m a bit struggling with writing at the moment so I didn’t take the proper chance yet to proof read it multiple times.

I know you used he in the request but I wasn’t sure enough if you wanted me to use these pronouns since I usually always use GN pronouns. I hope this is fine and if you had hope for he/him I’m sorry! I did remember I never established this and because of this added a rule that if you guys want different pronouns then please make that clear to me.

Y/N rubbed their hands together in front of their mouth, blowing warm air into them that in return turned into a small opaque cloud.

Truth be told they didn’t know how they exactly landed inside this snow biome. They were traveling around like usual, carrying their most necessary things with them only to be overwhelmed by the amount of hostile mobs that appeared around them. Not really having the best gear to fight them off, they had to flee which lead them to this place.

Severely underestimating the climate they had hoped to find a good place to hunker down for a short while to deal with some of their wounds and growing hunger so they could move on again.

It felt like hours had passed until Y/N finally spotted some kind of buildings near a mountain. Maybe if they were lucky the place was empty? Honestly probably not seeing how they could spot light inside the windows but what could they do at this point.

Either talking to potentially dangerous strangers or they had to find something different and seeing how they were shivering and getting more tired they opted to try their luck anyhow.

Once they got closer they did indeed see someone in red robes cutting fire wood while someone else was helping him by putting the next piece of wood on the chopping block around the corner.

The man in the red robes was clearly a Hybrid as well; pink hair, tusks and pig like ears.

The other one seemed to be a Hybrid as well judging by the fact that one half of his body was black and the other white, complete with two different eye colors.

Y/N moved one of their hands off their bicep as they were hugging themself from the cold, waving towards them “Hello, can I talk to you?” They spoke between clattering teeth.

The Pig Hybrid looked up and placed the other end of the netherite axe he was carrying in his palm, making sure to stand as tall and broad as he could. He obviously tried to look as intimidating as possible and it worked.

The tall lanky one looked almost scared as he spotted Y/N, almost hiding behind the other Hybrid which was a tiny bit funny due to their height difference.

“I’m not here to hurt you, I just need help. I’m a bit wounded and need to warm up before I can continue. I’ll make sure to repay you in some sort.” Y/N ranted off.

The two strangers didn’t react, instead the Pig Hybrid seemed to take a better look at Y/N. He looked them up and down only to end up staring them directly into their lilac eyes. A trait they inherited as an Enderman Hybrid but this wasn’t the only thing they inherited.

Now here they were trying their best to look as sympathetic and unthreatening as possible, since they were for a fact pretty harmless, but that man was looking them right in the eyes and this hot fuzzing anger was slowly building up inside them. There are only a few things that they absolutely hated and direct eye contact was one of them.

Y/N bit themself on their tongue trying their best to stay composed but still begun speaking through gritted teeth as they broke the eye contact “I would fucking appreciate it if you wouldn’t look at me like that.”

They were surprised with their own malice but it was just something they had problems controlling.

“So you are an Enderman Hybrid. What are you doing here?” The Pig Hybrid spoke in a monotone voice which only seemed to add to his intimidation.

“Wait, they are an Enderman Hybrid?” This time the other one spoke up, obviously curious about that.

Y/N nodded and looked back towards the two, the Pig Hybrid luckyily was now staring at his axe “Yeah. I am. I can tell you more about myself but I really do need help, please?”

The strangers looked at each other as if they tried to mentally discuss this but got interrupted by a thud. Y/N fell down into the snow. The cold and wounds have finally gotten to them. The two having now a better view of their back saw that two arrows were burrowed in their back as well.

The Pig Hybrid sighed “I really don’t want to deal with that.”

“Then let me, Techno.” The other replied.

Techno raised one of his eyebrows “Really, Ranboo? Is it because they are an Enderman Hybrid as well?”

Ranboo didn’t answer immediately “Perhaps but I can’t let them freeze to death here, just help me get them in my home then I’ll make sure we won’t bother you.”

“You are lucky I’m in a charitable mood.” He answered as he softly put his axe away.

When Y/N awoke they felt horrible. Their whole body was hot and sore but at least they were alive. In fact they were safely laying in a soft bed inside. Inside where though? The room they were in was pretty small but what jumped immediately to their vision was the mismatched green and red carpet. Interesting interior design, then again it reminded them of that other Hybrid with his red and green eyes. Maybe this was his home?

That’s when they remembered their last moments before they collapsed, they suddenly threw away their blanket away and put their feet back on the ground.

Y/N had to find the owners of this home and thank them, well, and find a way to repay them. In truth they said it before but they had nary a diamond or emerald on them.

As they tried to stand up they suddenly felt dizziness cloud their mind forcing them to sit down again, clutching their aching head. Great, looks like they had a fever now as well.

“Oh, uh, you are awake? How- How are you feeling?” The sturdy iron door opened up and the tall lanky one from before walked in. So they were correct. It was his house.

“I didn’t put on a good first expression, huh. Thank you for helping me despite that. I, uh, feel better! My wounds feel better at least, now I just have to deal with this headache and fever but since I’m not freezing to death anymore I should be able to care of that.” Y/N answered “I’m Y/N by the way.”

Their host nodded “I mean that’s expected I suppose. Oh! My name is Ranboo! Uhm, feel free to stay here until your fever dies down. I brought some food with me as well for you. Not sure if you are hungry though.”

Ranboo then presented Y/N with some bread and they felt like they could cry right then and there “Oh, definitely.” Happily they started munching on it as Ranboo awkwardly stood by the side, obviously trying to avert his eyes.

Y/N tried to fill the awkward air with the next best question that came to their mind “So, what do I owe you?”

“Nothing, I would have felt terrible if I didn’t do anything, besides I was kind of curious as well.”

“Curious?”

“I have never met a fellow Enderman Hybrid and I was curious to see what you can do.”

They had to laugh at that a bit. The same was true for Y/N they have never met an Enderman Hybrid since they are pretty rare “You mean what I inherited from Endermen? Like me getting annoyed when people look directly in my eyes? Sorry about that again.”

Ranboo nodded, staring at his hands as he nervously moved them around “Don’t worry about it but yeah things like that. I have some things I can do as well. I can’t touch water at all for example.”

Y/N frowned at that “Oh, that must suck. I fortunately don’t have to deal with that but that does answer one of my questions I always had. Seems like other Hybrids do inherit different things after all.”

“Yeah, that is actually pretty cool! If you feel good enough to get up I could show you what else I can do.”

Y/N continued munching on their bread but tried getting up only for the dizziness to set back in but this time they pushed through “I feel a bit dizzy but fresh air will probably help me. Now I’m curious what else you can do, maybe I can show you my other ability as well.”

The fellow Enderman Hybrid looked at bit worried at Y/N but continued to open up the door for the two oft them. The cold hit Y/N like a brick which made them even more grateful that Ranboo pulled them out of it.

Ranboo walked over to the side of the mountain, getting rid off the snow on top of some dirt. He then made sure that Y/N was watching as he worked on picking the block up.

Normally a grass block would turn into a normal dirt block once you have picked it up but the green grass stayed on when he moved it up towards himself. With a happy sigh he placed the block down at a different place. A satisfied smile on his face.

“I can pick up blocks as if my hands have silk touch, it also calms me down if I do that.”

This time Y/N nodded, absolutely amazed by this “What? No way! Have you ever tried like picking up a spawner? I heard there is no way for them to not be destroyed! They are so fragile they even break when you use a tool with silk touch!”

“Yeah! I can actually! They turn into a different kind of spawner though.”

Y/N was absolutely bewildered by this in the best possible way “That is so cool! Next to that is my ability pretty mundane I feel like.”

He perked up at that “What is it?”

As an answer Y/N held up their hand in a gesture of “just look”. They turned away from him and looked up head only to disappear into purple particles and appear a good twenty blocks ahead in another spout of purple particles.

This time it was Ranboo’s time to look absolutely amazed by it and let out his own string of words to show his amazement.

Y/N teleported back, surprising Ranboo “Yeah, I was feeling too bad yesterday otherwise I probably wouldn’t have even landed here. Hell, I wouldn’t have been as badly damaged probably.” They felt pretty good about their ability but now it really just worsened their headache which made them clutch their head for the second time.

As a response Ranboo ushered them back into his house where they gratefully sat back down on the soft bed.

Inside Ranboo paced around “Oh! This is so cool! I feel like we both could do amazing things! Together we are one full Enderman! I want to show your abilities to Technoblade and Philza so bad.” He was excitedly rambling his thoughts off which made Y/N laugh.

They laughed so hard that Ranboo noticed how wide their mouth managed to open up. Not only were their eyes similar to that of an Enderman but apparently their mouth as well. You couldn’t have seen it when they were just talking normally so it looked like something they had semi control over. Ranboo couldn’t help but think that Y/N was a tiny bit more Enderman than him. Then again this shouldn’t be a surprise seeing that he was only one part Enderman Hybrid while he didn’t even know what his others is.

“Uh, sorry.” Ranboo rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment once he realized they were laughing at him.

They shook their head “I’m so sorry Ranboo it’s just we only barely know each other and now you wanna show me around to people? I don’t mind of course it just seemed to come out of nowhere.” They stopped laughing feeling a bit bad about it and added “I mean I’m probably just as excited as you are that I have found someone like me. I’m not sure what will happen but I do hope we can be friends!”

After that Ranboo let them rest in peace. Only occasionally coming in asking if they needed anything more. The next few days were similar only that Ranboo and Y/N took a few walks around the place for a bit.

At some point they finally got to know who this Philza was that Ranboo mentioned one time. Next to Technoblade, whom they have only seen once after they collapsed, he seemed to be a nice fellow. Some sort of Bird Hybrid as well.

The irony that they apparently arrived at a place full with Hybrids didn’t get lost on them.

Philza seemed to be excited over Y/N’s teleporting ability as well, also talking about how they could easily annoy and even fight people if they really wanted to. At the point Y/N laughed it off but they were a bit worried that this was one of his first thoughts when he learned of them. Ranboo seemed to be in the same boat. It didn’t help that Philza reiterated this sentiment once he saw how Y/N automatically avoided a flying arrow via teleportation.

Technoblade was a difficult character to deal with. Always sounding monotone and looking as uninterested as possible but it also felt like he was constantly judging them.

This only seemed to lighten once Technoblade asked “So, uh, what is your opinion on governments?”

Ranboo furrowed his brows but seemed to be interested in their answer as well.

Y/N hesitated a bit before answering, clearly confused by this “I’m not- I try to stay away from it? I don’t understand it very well and it usually spells only problems for me so, yeah, I try to stay away from it.”

Though after they answered Ranboo was still tense, staring at Technoblade, his landlord as he had explained.

Technoblade didn’t look Y/N directly in the eyes but he did stare at them with a stern expression “I suppose that is good enough. Continue staying away from it and we won’t have a problem.”

Ranboo let out a deep breath. This must have been more important than Y/N initially thought.

It was only once Y/N and Ranboo were alone they asked him about it. He explained to them that Technoblade and essentially everyone here were anarchists due to different reasons and everyone who aligns themselves with any kind of government isn’t allowed on these premises.

Once Y/N felt good enough to potentially move on, they kind of just didn’t. It hasn’t been a long time yet but Y/N managed to become good friends with Ranboo. In fact they became such good friends he offered to build and extension for Y/N to his house, even if they only wanted to use it as a place to rest between travels.

They also managed to get into Technoblade’s and Philza’s good graces by continuously offering to help them out and getting them good recourses. It didn’t take long for the two to be attached to them as well, so when Ranboo asked them if Y/N could move in with him the two gave them the okay.

Techno did point out though that Y/N had to pay rent as well then. Y/N paid that rent in the form of an amazing Trident specialized for combat.

“Seems like we have two Endermen on our side that like to enchant things, huh” Phil noted once Techno showed him the Trident.

“Don’t get too excited, Phil. It’s just their way of paying rent to me.”

“Aw! You are happy, Techno!”

“I am not. I am miserable. They didn’t give me a perfect gift whatsoever. This is mediocre at best.”

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cannedcrow · 2 years

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‘Flower Frost’ - An Empires SMP/Flower Husbands fanfic: Part IV, Thorn Apple

Part I: Amaranthus

Part II: Bramble

Part III: Oleander

A/N: Reblogs, thoughts, and critique are very appreciated! Lilacs mean 'first emotions of love', but can also be a sign of mourning. //TW: Vague reference to suicide.//

Thorn Apple - Deceitful charms, Disguise, I dreamt of thee.

In less than 24 hours since the first meeting, the 11 rulers found themselves once more gathered in the sun-dappled gazebo of House Blossom.

Jimmy sat in his usual place, not particularly listening as Gem explained what they'd discovered from their visit to Rivendell to her attendant audience. He'd felt sick ever since that damned visit. He'd thought that confirmation of some kind would alleviate his tension, but he'd only been left with more questions, more worry. Gem began to read Scott's letter, and his heart wrenched. When she'd finished speaking, there was a silence as the group processed what she'd said.

"So, he found some magic boots, cursed himself, gave everyone some kind of plague, froze our crops and his kingdom, and ran away? That's the gist of it, right?" The scathing voice was Count Fwhip.

Joel gave a defeated shrug as if to say 'he's not really wrong.'

The Copper King sighed. "Man, it's hard to see him as a good guy right now."

The Count sat up, a gleam of anger in his eye. "He's not the good guy. He caused a catastrophe with his goddamned selfishness and left us all to clean it up. How many deaths have there been in your kingdoms so far?” He cast a challenging eye over the others. “The fact that none of us have been infected is frankly a shock!"

"And," He continued, clearly warming to his subject, "I honestly don't even know about all this 'I left to save people' bullshit. For all we know, he just doesn't want to deal with it. Bets that he'll come back in a few months to see if everything's fine and he can be king again?"

His outburst was greeted by shocked silence, and Gem looked horrified at her brother's cruel words.

"How could you say that?" She whispered faintly.

For a moment, Fwhip looked guilty, then defiant.

"What?" he objected, standing and facing Gem. "What've I said that's wrong?"

Gem regathered herself, her emerald eyes cold and dangerous as she said "How could you know so little of the character of your fellow ruler?"

"Let's not forget that some of us don't really get to talk about bad guys," added Pearl, mildly.

The Count's gaze flitted to her coldly, but he didn't deign to reply.

Jimmy, who'd stayed silent only by courtesy of Lizzie's placating hand on his wrist, spoke up, trying valiantly to steady his words.

"Fwhip, didn't you hear that letter? The way he wrote it made it sound like he -" He faltered, then tried again, his voice quiet and cracked. "His letter makes it sound like he commi- like he's dead."

"What, and leave you alone with Sausage? No chance." Joel put in with mock incredulity, laughing when Jimmy flushed and Sausage grinned wolfishly.

Lizzie punched his arm. "Joel, can you pick your moments better?"

"I choose my moments excellently; I'm diffusing tension-" Lizzie hissed something indistinguishably threatening that included the words 'shut up' and 'divorce' to him, and he lapsed into silence with the air of a persecuted martyr.

Fwhip scowled at the interruption, and looked ready to continue his tirade when Shelby remarked coolly "As fascinating as I find Jimmy's love life, could we get back to the subject? Let me summarise: Scott gone, deadly plague, cursed boots, bizarre Winter hijinks."

"Yes, thank you Shrub," replied Katherine, running a weary hand through her ebony hair, and Fwhip sat back in his chair without a word.

Katherine began: "From his letter, it seems Scott doesn't want us searching for him-"

"I wonder why," muttered the Count disagreeably.

"Which means," She continued, with a warning glance at him, "Either he doesn't want to be found, whether for our own good or his, or he knows we won't be successful. To be blunt, we have to decide whether or not it's our top priority to find him. It could be a waste of time and effort if he -" She looked apologetic - "if he meant to die."

"Outside of emotional involvement, I think we need to concentrate on finding a way to stop the Winter Plague," declared Pearl, and there were some murmurs of agreement as she continued:

"As for Rivendell, I'm afraid their problems can't be solved until we find out more about the Winter Plague, same as for the rest of us. Scott hasn't left his kingdom any more helpless than it would be with him - he's placed his council in charge, so their leadership isn't a problem at the moment."

"And what about Scott?!" Jimmy objected furiously.

Gem agreed. "I think finding Scott is of vital importance. It's not as though all of us have to go, but we can't just accept him disappearing forever. It's the same as abandoning him."

"You want to look for him?" exclaimed Fwhip, aghast, "After what he did to-"

"Fwhip," She warned.

But Count Fwhip was past consoling. He stood again, roaring "HE COULD'VE KILLED YOU! FOR ALL WE KNOW HE STILL MIGHT!"

The other rulers glanced at each other, nonplussed, as the Count and the little wizard stared at each other, he with leather gloves braced on the table, she perched tentatively on the arm of her chair, tortured storm-blue eyes meeting hurt emerald.

Jimmy couldn't help noticing how frightening the man looked, sun glinting from the red goggles on his head, soot-blackened gloves tense with the clawed fingers inside, as though fighting to not express his rage.

"Uh, Gem?" Joey broke in tentatively, "What's he talking about?"

She ignored the Lost Emperor, keeping her eyes on Fwhips.

"I asked you not to say anything."

He looked away bitterly, shoulders sagging. "I'm sorry."

The wizard only sighed, and Jimmy could see how very weary she looked. As she gathered herself to explain, Count Fwhip fell back into his chair once more, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

"I haven't been quite honest with you all, but I suppose we need to be transparent during this time. As you all know, I have a school of magic, and Scott ... Scott visited, once, a few weeks ago, asking me for help, when he was just realising something was wrong. He didn't know about the sickness, just that he had developed some sort of ice magic that he couldn't control. I tried to help, but I couldn't. He was scared and angry, and he couldn't control what he was doing. He - he did something that hurt me." She drew down her hood, pulling forward a pale lock of hair that contrasted sharply with the rest of her copper tresses.

"I don’t know why it affected my hair, but that’s only part of it.”

Undoing the clasp of her lilac capelet, she let it fall and pulled aside the neck of her green dress. Just below where her collarbones ended, over her heart, was a curious mark marring the pale skin. It was as though she’d been stabbed by some short, ragged, imprecise instrument, and the resulting wound filled with molten glass.

“Ice,” she explained simply in response to the horrified exclamations that greeted her revelation.

“It doesn’t melt, you see, so it can’t heal. It feels as you’d expect it to- as though an ice shard was plunged into your skin, except it never stops being frozen, even when the rest of me is warm.”

In a businesslike manner, she threw her capelet about her shoulders again and clasped it.

“I’ve tried just about everything I can think of to get rid of it. I started with the usual methods, normal frost thawing spells and such, but that didn’t work. I took a draft of fire resistance and submerged myself in lava, and I even tried removing it with a fire aspect blade, but still no luck.”

“What the hell?!” Burst out Fwhip, raising his head. “You promised me you wouldn’t do anything stupid! That includes performing heart surgery on yourself with a burning knife!”

“Well, I had to do something,” she replied coolly. “Desperate times, desperate measures, you know?”

Her brother only shook his head in disbelief. “You are something else.”

Gem continued, “I’m sure you can see now why I wasn’t keen on telling you all. I didn’t want Scott to be persecuted as a monster.”

“As noble of you as that is, Gem,” remarked Sausage, “He does sound a bit volatile.”

Gem seemed to prickle like a cat, her green eyes sparking suddenly with furious tears. “Noble?” She hissed, “You think I care about being noble? Have you considered that perhaps I’ve seen and heard of enough people being demonised and killed for magic they couldn’t control?”

“It’s not his fault,” she said, brokenly. “We can’t choose our fates.”

With an air of patient resignation, The Copper King declared, “I have a feeling we’re not going to get much more discussion done today. We can’t make any sensible decisions with emotions running so high.”

Katherine agreed, gently. “We will meet again soon; I’ll send letters to inform you all of the time. Go to your people now. Look after them and yourselves.”

The meeting dissolved quietly. Fwhip moved immediately to Gem’s side, hugging her tightly and murmuring what must’ve been apologies.

Jimmy watched the two discreetly. He really cares about her, he thought, and suddenly understood the Count’s aggression towards Scott. How would I have felt if it’d been Lizzie? Or Lizzie, were it me?

As though summoned by his thoughts, Lizzie appeared beside him, accompanied by Joel. She looked troubled, tugging absently on a lock of her pale pink hair, while Joel kept his face unreadable. The three stood together, saying nothing, as they watched the others don elytra and take off into the darkening sky.

Jimmy slept fitfully. He dreamt he was in a large ballroom, echoing with happy conversation, careless laughter, and music. It must be, he thought, a fancy-dress ball, judging by the crowd's attire. He was in the middle of the dance floor, and couples swirled around him, like a stream parting for a stone. He caught a glimpse of Joel and Lizzie - Joel as a phantom in a sweeping cloak of white-rimmed storm-blue, a peridot-eyed half-mask over his face, and Lizzie as a fairy, gossamer wings dancing behind her as she laughed at something Joel had said.

“You look lost.”

Jimmy turned at the voice behind him to see a cyan-haired man holding out his taloned, grey-gloved hand in invitation. He was attired in a long white coat barred with charcoal and wore an exquisite, white-feathered mask in an owl’s likeness. Large white wings, also barred with grey, protruded from his back, and the long tail of the coat was fashioned to look like tail feathers.

With a friendly grin, Jimmy took the hand offered to him, and they began to dance.

“It’s basically cheating you know, wearing a snowy owl costume,” teased Jimmy. “You already have the wings.”

“Says the man who came without any costume at all,” replied his partner easily, a smile in his voice. “And that’s precisely why I did it - I thought I ought to complete the image.”

Then the ground was uneven beneath their feet. The crowded ballroom was a quiet, grassy hollow carpeted in wildflowers of all kinds, a shallow pool of clear water in the middle. The air was warm, sweet with honeysuckle, and interrupted only by an occasional songbird. Scott was humming a tune they danced to, eyes closed, in an unbuttoned blue shirt and jeans, a crown of lilacs in his hair.

The ballroom again. Sweeping gracefully around and around ... Scott had always been an excellent dancer, damn him. They chatted easily, and Scott, as ever, enjoyed making Jimmy blush with his casual flirting. Another dance ended, and they stood, still clasping hands, flushed and panting in exhilaration. Scott held him close, and Jimmy felt his heart staccato even more furiously as he moved to kiss him.

“Your mask!” He interjected, laughing. “Take off your mask, fool!”

Scott did as he was bid, lifting the owl mask to reveal a deathly pale countenance with nothing but clear, white ice where the whites and irises of his eyes should’ve shone warm blue. Jimmy felt his heart skip a beat in horror, and tried to wrench himself away, to no avail. Scott held him tightly, talons pricking his back.

“Why haven’t you found me?” Asked the apparition, accusing, heartbroken.

“I-I-“ Jimmy stammered, speechless.

“Am I to die alone? I died alone once in defeat, then once again in victory. Am I to die alone again? I‘m so tired of being cold.” The figure seemed suddenly fragile, delicate as new snow. No, no it was snow. As Jimmy pulled away again instinctively, he felt no resistance, and Scott crumbled away, a heap of snow marring the now empty ballroom. Jimmy’s stumbling footsteps echoed ominously in the empty hall, accompanied by his ragged, panicked breaths.

When Jimmy woke, he sat up only to lean his head on his knees, exhausted and miserable. It was some time before he could make himself get up. He dressed mechanically and left the room, intending to make himself seen in the village, hopefully clearing his head. Cold sunlight shone on the Cod Empire as he wandered the village streets, aimless and wrapped in his own thoughts. Usually so lively, only a handful of people occupied the streets, carrying baskets of fish and crops with an air of constant apprehension. Sickhouses had been erected, and sufferers of the Endless Winter were isolated with their fellows in attempts to stop the sickness taking whole families. Alchemists, apothecaries, and doctors combined their talents valiantly, but to no avail - all that could be done now was to make comfortable the sick in their final hours. He remembered seeing the first small coffin, remembered the agonised stab to the heart as he saw it taken out to sea in a little ship, a mound of blue orchid blossoms on the little spruce casket. Bodies were entrusted to the sea after death, for though their bones would sink to the seafloor, cover in silt and kelp and make homes for crabs, the sea would gently guide on the souls to their forever after. Many families would take stones from the shore as a memento of their lost family members to be carved in their memory. A name, perhaps, or a flower, a swallow, a star, a minnow.

Wreaths of snowdrops and syringa marked the doors of homes that had lost family members, symbols of hope, memory, and love after death. Harebells and meadowsweet too made themselves known.

It’s as though we’re making our own pretend spring, he thought. He felt the gentle lap of water against his boots and realised he’d reached one of the cod pools that dotted the Empire. Its dusty-silver occupants flickered in the pond’s depths, and he crouched on the bank to watch them, pensively.

“I’m the Codfather,” He said bitterly, to no one in particular. “I’m the emperor of the Cod Empire, and I can’t help my own people or my allies.”

He absently plucked a stem of grass from the damp bank, and upon examining it, noticed the delicate sparkle of white frost on its edges. He realised, too, that a petal-thin layer of ice was sitting atop the water of the pool, and felt dread twist his stomach.

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