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torialefay · 2 months

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You Know Whose You Are 👀

hyunjin x gn!reader smut

✨ friends to lovers trope 🔞

✨ request: "Hi!! For your smut prompts can I pls request Hyunjin & 24 (Hyunjin being the jealous one)? Maybe enemies to lovers or friends to lovers scenario? And for the actual p-in-v part can he fck reader holding her up against the wall (like her back against the wall and legs around his waist position)? Sorry if this is a lot, I’m on my period and I’m having many specific thoughts lmao. Thank you!! 🥰🤍" -anon

✨ word count: ~3.5k

✨ warnings: porn with a plot; minors dni!

• you and hyunjin had become close friends quite a while ago.

• he quickly became one of your closest friends after you'd met him in a bookstore after first arriving to korea.

• while keeping your eyes fixated on the rows of books next to you, you accidentally ran straight into his chest.

• after quickly apologizing to him, you both struck up a conversation about your favorite books & authors. you had no clue who he was, and he liked that about you.

• a real friend.

• since that day, you'd messaged back and forth a lot, hung out almost on a routine basis, and made lots of fun memories.

• after a while, you eventually found out he was an idol (it was bound to happen with his weird "work schedule" he always had), but it didn't matter. he was the same hyunjinnie that you'd built a solid friendship with over the past few weeks.

• but that was the problem- you didn't want it to be just a friendship.

• and who could blame you? hyunjin was the most amazing, kind, intelligent person you'd ever met. you had more in common with him than even your very best friend. it was only natural to develop those feelings for him.

• but you knew the feelings weren't reciprocated.

• he'd never made so much as a subtle hint that he was interested in you as more than a friend... and let's be honest, he was basically the most wanted guy in all of korea. how could you compete with all these other beautiful people?

• so you didn't even let your mind wander to that extreme. you accepted the fact that he'd be nothing more than a friend to you, no matter how much you knew it could have worked out.

• "my best friend", you'd learned to teasingly call him. and soon, even you started to believe it. only that.

• one day, you'd gone over to hyunjin's apartment. he mentioned that he wanted to repaint the walls in the living room, so you offered up some of your free time to help him out.

• it wasn't super often that you came to his apartment. only a couple of times. you'd usually only gone out to do things together like go to a new art gallery or to grab coffee and talk about life. cutesy little things.

• you weren't the most familiar with his apartment, but that didn't matter much as you quickly settled in. you placed your phone in the kitchen to blare music, then headed to the living room to help coat the walls with a fresh set of paint.

• it did take a bit longer than you thought, but you didn't mind. when you and hyunjin were together, you always had fun, taking little jabs at each other and laughing to funny stories you had. the time always seemed to melt away.

• after a couple of hours, your playlist turned off. you guessed it had run out of songs.

• "jinnie, could you get a new playlist going on my phone?" you held your hands up, covered in paint. "i think it'd take me a while to do it."

• he laughed, realizing how messy you were compared to him.

• he didn't need to say anything, just got up and walked over to the kitchen, which was only a few steps away.

• as he went to tap the screen, a notification popped up... from one of hyunjin's life-long friends.

• the two of you had met a week or so ago when hyunjin invited him to go to a poetry reading with the two of you. his friend, ha-joon, wasn't necessarily as into the activity as the two of you were, but hyunjin felt bad canceling his original plans with him when he'd found out the event was happening and really wanted to go.

• and now... he was texting you?

• he read the message as it splayed across the screen:

Ha-Joon: Excited to see you tomorrow :) What are you doing?

• it's not that you were very enamored by ha-joon when you first met, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. plus he was friends with jinnie, so you figured he couldn't be too bad. when he messaged to ask if you'd be interested in going out with him, you thought you'd give it a shot. it's not like you had any other romantic prospects.

• "what's your password? i'll flip to a different playlist," hyunjin raised his voice, trying to act non-chalant. he silently thanked the fact that he was just out of sight.

• "2-7-4-4-1-2" you said back to him.

• he quickly scrolled through the playlists and chose one, letting the music blast through the speaker once again.

• "i'm gonna get a drink, do you want one?" hyunjin lied, going to open up the messages on your phone.

• "yeah, i'll take a water if that's okay?"

• "sure, i'll get it in just a sec." he started to sound nervous as he clicked to ha-joon's name on your phone. dang, texts going back to the beginning of the week. he quickly scrolled through to find quite a few message exchanged between the two of you. he scrolled back to the conversation that started last night.

Ha-joon: This might be a little bold, but I'd really like to get to know you more. Not just through texting. Would you want to grab a coffee sometime? Just you and me?

Sure! That'd be really fun :)

Ha-joon: Are you free sometime tomorrow?

I'm not really sure yet. I'm going to help Hyunjin paint. How about we just plan for the next day?

Ha-joon: Sounds good to me!

Ha-joon: Hyunjin will be okay with this, right? With us meeting up?

I don't see why not. He'd probably be happy about introducing us!

Ha-joon: Okay, I just didn't know if I should let him know or not is all.

Ahh that's okay. I don't think we need to rope him into any of this unless things go well between us ☺️

Good plan. I'm excited to see you!

Same here :) Text me tomorrow and let me know where you want to meet up.

Will do! Sleep well 😊

• hyunjin felt his heart break. he knew he had no right to. but he couldn't help it.

• of course he harbored feelings for you. how could he not fall for the one girl he ever felt like truly "got" him?

• but he hadn't wanted to tell you. not yet. he didn't want you to think that was the only reason he kept hanging out with you. he genuinely LOVED being around you. he was himself when he was with you. and he was so scared he'd lose that if he told you.

• but he hadn't said anything. so he couldn't be upset.

• he mentally kicked himself for introducing you to ha-joon.

• he thought on it for a bit as he reached into the fridge to grab a bottle of water for you. he quickly exited out of the app as he rested your phone back on the table to play the music.

• the upbeat tunes coming out completely mismatched what he was feeling in the moment.

• he stood for a moment, then walked back to the living room, where he saw you sitting cutely on the floor, knees bent criss-crossed as you painted the bottom of the wall carefully.

• suddenly, he started to think about how lucky he felt with this sight in front of him. and how he didn't want another man to be able to see you like this: hair tied up, sitting contently on the floor, completely covered in paint, looking so happy just to be there while bopping your head to the beat without a worry in the world.

• he wanted that. he wanted you. and suddenly, he saw red.

• he leaned against the door frame, now subconsciously squeezing the bottle of water in his hand.

• "y/n, can you come over here for a minute?" he said, voice now full of authority. his face looked annoyed, as he looked off, not able to focus his eyes on you.

• you looked at him confused for a moment, then carefully stood up, walking over to him wondering what was wrong all of a sudden.

• "what is it?" you asked, looking up at him innocently. you could tell something had him deeply bothered.

• his jaw clicked for a moment before he finally looked at you.

• "why didn't you tell me you were going out with my best friend?"

• the question caught you off guard.

• "were you going through my phone?" you asked. you didn't mean to sound accusatory, but that's how it came out.

• "i didn't mean to, but there it was." he looked down at you, not backing down.

• "i mean, yeah, he invited me to get coffee... is it a big deal? i thought you'd be happy if maybe we started seeing each other."

• "well, i'm not."

• "look jinnie, i'm sorry. maybe i should have told you, but i didn't think you'd care. surely he's a good person if he's your friend. and i'd like to think i'm a good person, so it just-" suddenly, he cut you off.

• "it's not about being a good person, y/n!" he began to raise his voice. "what about me?!"

• "what about you?" you asked, voice full of confusion.

• "i like you, goddamn it! give me a chance, not him!" he was full on yelling now, pressing himself up against you. suddenly, you felt small, but so fucking smitten at the same time. hyunjin actually liked you? this whole time?

• your head started spinning. it was just... it was a lot. you began to slowly move back from him a bit.

• "jinnie... i don't... i don't know what to say."

• he followed your path, pushing his body forward toward yours. you were about to be trapped in against the freshly painted wall behind you. you had no where else to go without ruining the wall.

• "say you'll let me take you out. not him." his eyes were trying to tell you something, but you couldn't quite pinpoint what. you'd never seen him like this.

• "i can't just do that to him... i mean he's your friend and i don't want to make things weird and i didn't know you even thought about me-" you were just rambling at this point before hyunjin cut you off.

• "i don't give a fuck if he's my friend. i wanted you first." he pushed his body right against yours, your front feeling him completely. he aligned his face perfectly in front of yours.

• "for how long?" you asked meekly.

• "since i first saw you." he let his eyes wander down to look at your lips before coming back up to focus on your eyes.

• being so close to you, he lightly closed his eyes, letting his lips linger next to you. "give me a chance first. if you don't like it, you can go to him... but i want you more than he does. i promise you that."

• goose bumps popped up along your skin. you couldn't believe he was actually into you. it was actually such a shock, you almost didn't even let your mind think on it. you'd wanted it so bad and suppressed it for so long. you didn't even know what to think. so you remained quiet, just pondering on what you could say.

• "let me show you," he whispered into your ear, getting too impatient to wait for your response. "let me show you how good i could be to you."

• again, you couldn't muster up words. you were so shell-shocked, you didn't even know where to start.

• he leaned into your ear, his breath hot over top of you.

• seductively, he whispered into you, "just tell me to stop," before planting a slow kiss to the side of your neck, at the sensitive spot right below your ear.

• you let out a slight moan at the unexpected sensation. you felt the hairs on your body start to stand up.

• hyunjin smiled and moved his small kisses along your jaw and cheek, then planting straught onto your lips.

• he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, running his hands through your hair until he was holding the back of your head in one hand and squeezing your jaw with the other. he wanted full control of you.

• he moaned as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, giving him access to enter inside your mouth too.

• as you smiled into him, he walked you back until you were pressed up against the wet wall. to hell with it.

• you continued grappling at each other, shoving tongues down throats like horny teenagers. you couldn't help it. this was all you'r ever wanted.

• until you started feeling hyunjin slightly buck his hips into yours. you felt his bulge grind the tiniest bit against you, turning you on with the gentlest touch.

• he let out a small chuckle as you moaned at the sensation.

• he kept sucking on your tongue, harder and harder as he more fervently grinded himself into you. you could feel him getting rock hard against you. and fuck did it feel so good. you couldn't help but pant, and run your hands along his body, desperate to grapple onto whatever you could.

• you pulled on his collar, pushed your hand up his shirt to run along his abdomen, tugged on his waist band- anything and everything you could cling to in order to feel closer to him.

• and he reciprocated fully. he moved his hand around your jaw to secure your face down against the wall, pinning you back hard. his mouth never disconnected from yours as he used his other hand to run along your body. down your neck, around your boobs, down your stomach, down to wear he ground against you, hoping to make brief contact with you before taking his hand around your waist to grab your ass.

• you moaned loudly as he shoved his tongue deep into your mouth and grabbed a handful of your ass with a harsh squeeze. the slight pain felt too fucking good to not yell out about.

• your noises only agged him on more.

• he pulled his mouth off of yours for a split moment.

• "let me take these off?" he asked hungrily, pulling at the top of your leggings.

• you didn't have to respond, you quickly yanked the fabric down, along with your underwear and ripped them from your feet and to the side.

• he smiled down at the sight, loving how willing you were to give into him.

• he connected his mouth back to yours as he followed suit and hastily unbuttoned and slid down his pants and boxers.

• when he was done, he grunted as he felt himself now unclothed, finally getting some friction against you.

• you couldn't contain yourself as you heard him grunt for you. you quickly pulled your hand up to your mouth, spitting into it quickly before bringing it back down to stroke hyunjin's cock.

• "ah fuck," he let out, letting himself grow harder and harder. this was the hardest he'd ever been.

• a wave of aggression came over him as he started to feel territorial. he brought a hand around your neck to give it a tight squeeze.

• "faster," he instructed. he reached his hand down to toy with you too, slowly working up pace.

• you felt yourself becoming more deprived of oxygen as you pumped your hand along him, going down to his tip. when he wasn't satisfied, he rested his forehead on yours and began thrusting his cock into your hand, throwing out grunts as he went. he kept working at your hole until you were lightheaded and writhing underneath him.

• he smiled and let out a little laugh as he released the pressure from your neck to let you gasp for air. you felt light-headed and needed to come back down. but hyunjin didn't let up.

• "let me fuck you." it was more of a demand than a question, but you didn't fight it. you slowly nodded from underneath him.

• he swiftly rand both hands down to your waist and then around your ass until they were resting behind your thighs.

• "jump," he instructed.

• you weren't sure about this. you'd never done it before. you were scared you'd fall and ruin the moment, but you decided to just put your trust into it. pushing your back against the wall, you threw your legs up as he guided them and secured them in place around his hips. he made sure to support the rest of you by keeping your back pressed tight to the wall.

• he used one hand to guide his dick to your entrance before steadily thrusting himself inside. it took your breath away at the sudden stretch and feeling of him inside of you. he didn't give you very much time to settle into it though as he started to fuck into you. hard and steady.

• his hand came back up to support under your thighs, securing you on top of him and pushing you back so your head was almost slamming into the wall as he pounded into you.

• you felt so good around him. so tight. squeezing onto him for dear life.

• he hungrily brought his mouth to your next as he sent fast, angry strokes into your. he guided his tongue around, planting sloppy kisses and fast, violent bites that made you scream out. he fucking loved it. he wanted to hear you scream. make you forget about any other man.

• "that's right baby, scream for me. you know whose you are," he growled. he was fucking you so hard you thought you'd pass out from the overstimulation of it all.

• you kept moaning for him, not knowing how to do anything else.

• before too long, you felt yourself start to pant harder, feeling hyunjin hit just the right spot. you started to grow warm inside, getting your breath taken away with each pounding.

• "jinnie," you breathed out, finally opening your eyes to see him with his eyes hyper focused on you, like he was ready to attack at any moment.

• you could only breathe heavily before repeating his name again. "jinnie, i'm gonna cum." you felt yourself reach a breaking point. it was coming. now.

• "that's fucking right. you're gonna cum for me right now... it's just me from now on. only me." he growled, fucking himself into you faster. "cum on me right fucking now!" he ordered, ramming into just the right spot to send you over the edge.

• you gasped as you threw your head back, beginning to spasm around his cock.

• "ahhh fuckkkkk, just like that," hyunjin mimicked you, throwing his head back now too. "fuck, fuck, fuck," he breathed out, slamming into you faster than ever.

• "ughhhhhhhhh," he yelled as you felt him release inside of you. you could feel yourself still shaking around him, not being given any sort of break.

• as he finished out his high, you wiped at the few tears that had built up in your eyes from the overstimulation.

• once hyunjin was done, he slowly lowered your legs off of his hips and set them back down on the floor, keeping his cock resting inside of you as he put you down.

• with you both now panting and trying to settle down, he just brought both hands up to cradle the sides of your face. he pushed himself a bit deeper inside of you, just enjoying the feeling of resting within you.

• he smiled down as he planted a soft kiss to your forehead.

• you smiled back up at him, placing your hands on his chest over his heart.

• "i think this is how we're meant to be," hyunjin said in a low voice.

• "i think so too," you grinned.

• he kept planting tiny kisses onto the same spot of your forehead. "tell me you aren't still going with him tomorrow."

• "of course not. i know whose i am." you gave him a quick wink.

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herdarkestnightelegance · 18 days

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Magpie Stash

Pairing: Astarion/Tav

Tags: fluff, trauma

Length: 1k words

Summary: While looting, Astarion comes across items he wants to own

A/N: Another headcanon which I may have shared with some of the talented fan fiction writers out there before. So, if that’s the case, don’t come for me! But holy Hells this got much longer than I planed! I guess this is s drabble now? Or a whole ass fanfic? You tell me 😂

Thank you wonderful @nyx-knox for the beta reading! It was *chef‘s kiss* ✨

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Astarion has not owned anything in 200 years.

The only things he could call his were his wits and the clothes on his back - and both he cared for and mended meticulously.

But suddenly he’s part of a ragtag group of strangers, and he finds himself looting a temple not far from where they crashed with a damn Nautiloid after being abducted and infected by mindflayer parasites. And frankly, he’s not entirely sure what part he finds most surprising.

Finding food, weapons and healing potions is a priority. For the others. Not so much him. Honestly. Why should he bother looking for food he won’t even eat? He doesn’t know these weirdos.

But he humors them and even aids his positively helpless companions by picking locks. And as he opens the lid of a gilded chest, something catches his eye.

Beneath old parchment and a rotten carrot he finds …. pretty things? There’s a particularly sparkly ring. A skilfully bound book with gilded letters on the cover. A fine silk scarf hemmed with the most delicate fell-stitches …

He has no idea if those items are of any value. They certainly are useless for the group. But … they are beautiful. And he wants, no he needs to own them. So without giving it too much thought, he takes them.

He has no intention of selling *HIS* items to the vendor they meet at the Tiefling Camp. Hells, he doesn’t even have the intention of showing them to his companions.

He wants these pretty things for himself, he wants to keep them safe. The spawn siblings used to steal from one another all the time, so he’s used to being protective over his meagre possessions. Can’t shake 200 years of hypervigilance that easily.

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Over the next days and weeks of travel, Astarion fills up a little purple leather pouch with whatever catches his eye. Going through the diverse collection of beautiful bits and bobs for a few moments before meditating becomes a secret source of calm for Astarion. A soothing ritual, especially after the more straining days.

Which is what he’s doing now. He sits on his bedroll cross-legged, inspecting the things. His things. His little private treasure trove. That he owns.

A bejeweled comb, random gold coins, a tiny picture frame containing an even tinier painting …

The only piece of his treasure that gave him more of a bittersweet feeling had been a silver hand-mirror he had found in the goblin infested village. To be honest, he was not too mad when he accidentally smashed it in frustration the other night after talking to Tav.

Tav. Their unofficial leader. They never seem to have a problem sharing the things they find. They share their food with the group, their scrolls, and they even gave Astarion that freakish but intriguing tome they had found in that cellar. Far too generous, if you ask him.

As Astarion packs up his collection he hears coughing outside. Again. It’s been going on all night.

He peeks out. Tav is on second watch. The night is cold, and they just added another log to the fire. Still, the cool wind is picking up and Tav pulls their cloak close around their neck - which unfortunately does not prevent the coughing.

For a moment, Astarion considers just ignoring them, letting them hack up a lung. But to his dismay, he … cares? He finds he doesn’t want Tav to be cold or sick. But it’s just because he just doesn’t want their coughing to get annoying. That’s all. Obviously.

So he leaves his tent and saunters up to their leader, who greets him with a sleepy but friendly smile.

Astarion holds out his hand to Tav, holding a long piece of white fabric. He’s offering them his beautiful silk scarf with the immaculate fell-stitched hem that he had inspected a lot over the past weeks.

„You’re coughing too much, darling. It’s keeping me up and I do need my beauty sleep.” he says with mock indignation and his trademark smirk.

„Thank you.“ Tav says as they take the scarf from his hand and wraps it around that oh so delicious neck of theirs.

After an awkward moment of silence Astarion offers a final „Well. Good night, my dear.“ with a courteous bow and walks back to his tent.

He can’t help but wonder at the strange feeling in his chest. Tav can and will never know just what big of a deal this small gesture was for the pale Elf.

For the first time in 200 years Astarion gave away something that was his simply because he wanted to. He wanted them to have it. Because they needed it more than him. And not only that. He does not even expect anything in return. How in the Hells did that happen?

He’s sure it’s nothing.

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A few years from then, Astarion finds himself in the cellar beneath Tav’s and his home. He’s looking for something, and he’s sure it has to be here somewhere.

“Aha!” From the trunk before him he pulls a skilfully bound book - even though the gilded letters on the cover have worn off with time.

He opens the book - and huffs in relief. And nervousness. It’s still right where he left it between the pages all those years ago.

Hidden inside the old book lies a particularly sparkly ring.

He smiles. A lot has changed since that day they looted that temple and he found his first little treasures. Back then Astarion couldn’t fathom sharing his magpie stash - or anything, for that matter - with anyone. And now? Now he shares a home with the person he loves. And he plans on sharing so much more with them.

What better way of showing that than by proposing with the first thing he ever called his? Because now there’s only one thing, or rather person, he wants for himself. The one person he wants to share everything with.

He looks at the particularly sparkly ring.

Yes. This should do nicely.

So, and on a completely unrelated note: When does a headcanon become a full on fanfic lol?

#astarion x tav #astarion headcanons #this is about astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #astarion fanfiction #ohoh herdarkestnightelegance wrote something

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beaniegaebie · 2 months

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i don't really have any solid conclusions about this yet but i noticed A Thing in a rewatch and i haven't found it mentioned elsewhere yet so here we go

(apologies for the appalling image quality you're about to see, i can't screenshot easily rn pls bear with)

OKAY so in the scene where crowley confronts gabriel about "shut up and die", something about the arrangement of book stacks caught my eye a little

the majority of the books are angled so that we mostly just see the page edges and not the spines clearly, EXCEPT for a particularly shiny and familiar colour combo right here-

but nothing too weird going on there, i thought, crowley coloured books in a bookshop so what? right up until i registered crowley's line when we get a closer look-

hhhhmmmmMMmmmm yes yes "everything just the way you wanted" huh, very interesting considering that we know how much thought goes into props huh

and for most of the shots we get of crowley in this position those freaking books are just quietly nestled right there in the corner-

look at that god damn framing i fuckin see you, you glorious bastards

so i paused to see if i could figure out what the hell was up with those fuckers and this is when i absolutely lost my mind, your honour

A and C you say?? in crowley colours???? framed like this?????? localised entirely within your kitchen???

anyway long story short they're two books from an Agatha Christie Crime Collection set (24 volumes, three stories per volume) and guess whats on the mfing front covers I'm-

(its a rant for another post but when paired with this other set of initials spotted in s2 i want to scream actually)

ANYWAY back to the books, through an absolutely unhinged comparison of the formatting of gold text blobs i reckon the two we have here are:

(on top) The Pale Horse; The Big Four, The Secret Adversary

(on bottom) 4:50 From Paddington, Lord Edgeware Dies, Murder in Mesopotamia

(I'm fairly confident but if anyone has a better image to confirm/correct this pls do)

now here is where I'll need a bunch of help from some Christie-heads out there bc I haven't read any of these and I've only seen the tv adaptation of one of them, so i dont know for sure if these are like A Clue, or A Cool Thing, or if I've just fully brainrotted myself into a fun lil corner here? wa-hoo

but here's some initial stuff that jumped out at me after skimming the basics:

(some of) the titles: Pale Horse/Big Four - death's horse ofc, the four horsemen mayb? the them+adam?? ; Mesopotamia is a very biblical choice bbz ; 4:50 From Paddington- azi likes trains i guess? idk that one's tenuous lmao ; honestly no idea with the other two but Secret Adversary feels a tad ominous

iirc Big Four just has kind of an unusual history, it was initially twelve short stories that she later compiled into one, and it was published fairly soon after christie's mysterious disappearance/reappearance

in Big Four, poirot fakes his death at one point and doesnt even let hastings in on it and I'm hoping sure its totally irrelevant to the ineffable bois

part of the Pale Horse story is a group of assassins that basically try to pass off all their murders as being actually caused by like ✨satanic powers✨ which is interesting

christie knew a fUCkton about poisonings thats why she wrote so many into her work and, while i don't believe the poison coffee theory myself, it sure is an interesting link with how cyanide is associated with almond smell/flavour and that metatron chooses almond syrup in particular

(ALSO random side note that is mostly meaningless but I've worked in a good few uk coffee shops and have never worked anywhere that stocks almond syrup; almond milk yes, hazelnut syrup yes, but never almond syrup...? prob just the places i worked though lmao)

EDIT forgotten point: I've seen some speculation that the bently's plate reading "CURTAIN" could be a reference to poirot's last story, along side that alternate scene of crowley ordering the sherry for "miss marple", its just one too many agatha christie references for my melted brain to handle and I'm SUS

so this is where i run out of idea steam and hand it over to you lot because i have no clue what this could mean, if it even means anything other than a cool set feature

is there something here actually or am i yelling into the void just for fun?

who knows, who cares!

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens meta #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #agatha christie #hercule poirot #miss marple #can't wait to hear y'alls thoughts #SO WHY IS THERE A KNIFE THROUGH THE 'A' HUH #AND WHY IS THE 'C' ON THE CHALKBOARD SO FADED HMMM #GAIMAN EXPLAIN #things that make me go ngkk

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nevsdoll · 1 year

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Neville x slytherin reader pls 💖💖💖

Where maybe he is her tutor in herbology , I need it so bad!! ✨✨

herbology for dummies | neville longbottom

neville longbottom x fem!reader

summary! ↑ the request! (⁠ ⁠˵⁠ ⁠°⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠°⁠ ⁠˵⁠ ⁠)

warnings; NSFW +18 SMUT ! underage + unprotected sex, slightly public! sort of hate-sex (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) . . . (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: i always make these generic house reader so everyone feels connected but i'll try my best to make a slytherin character without being too stereotypical lmaoo !! ♡ (i couldn't find a gif i liked but i don't like this pic either)

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"i can't believe that bitch sprout gave me a tutor..." you said while walking towards the library, where you would meet your new tutor.

"no, that's believable, sweety. what's unbelievable is that your tutor is going to be that longbottom dork!" pansy said while laughing.

"oh, shut up... he is probably so sweet" you responded annoyed at your friend's mean words. "i'll see you later"

you entered the library and scanned the place looking for that gryffindor boy. he was sitting all the way in the back, where you could barely see him. you approached him, "why are we sitting here?" you asked.

neville looked up at you, "oh, hey" he thought for a second before answering to your question, "i don't know, i just felt like sitting here, i guess" you nodded and sat beside him as you watched him open the herbology book. "so, why are you particularly struggling with?"

"umm... i don't know, i don't really pay attention in class" you looked around the table which was filled with books that neville picked up. "why do we need all these books for?" you picked a random one, reading the title out loud, "'the enchanting world of magical plants: a guide to botanical mysticism', what the fuck is this? does this even enter on the test?"

"no... i just thought it might help..." he said, somehow embarrassed.

you grabbed another book, "'herbology for dummies', excuse me? are you mocking me, longbottom?" you looked at him angrily.

"what? that's just how it's called, it's not my fault! it's a good book i read it!" he said while taking the book from your hands and putting it away. "let's just get into studying" you sighed, already angry at him —not for a good reason—. basically, your first actual impression of neville longbottom was ruined.

you only knew about him because you saw him sometimes in class and at the corridors, but mostly you just knew what draco malfoy and his friends used to say about him. at that time, you thought they might have been right.

you were drawn away from your thoughts by the guy's voice, "i think these are the only topics that are gonna be on the test... i don't think mrs. sprout will ask anything about the water plants because we just started it..."

"i should just use a cheat sheet or something..."

"i mean, you could but i think sprout is going to do an anti-cheat spell, you know? because it's the end of the semester and all" neville looked at you with a small smirk.

you covered your face with your hands annoyed, "shit, you're right..." you let out a small breath, "okay, just teach me the most important so i can go, i want to go see the slytherin quidditch practice after this."

"slytherin is practicing today? i thought oliver booked the field..." he spoke, thinking out loud.

"that's the thing with you gryffindors, you think the world revolves around you." you said.

"how is that thinking the world revolves around us?" he rolled his eyes. "and that's really bold coming from someone who is friends with malfoy" he laughed annoyed.

you gasped, "okay, first of all, i'm not friends with draco; second of all, YOU are a friend of THE harry potter so of course you wouldn't notice the harry potter syndrome you all gryffindors fall into... and third of all, you are my tutor, you shouldn't say such things"

"i'm sorry, what?!" he opened his eyes in shock, completely offended. "how could you say that? you were the one who started this!"

"oh, real mature, longbottom" you looked away, trying to ignore him.

"also, what the hell is the harry potter syndrome?!" he asked with his eyebrows making a frown.

"exactly!" you said as neville just tsked at your response. "just teach me whatever you have to teach me" you added still looking away.

neville sighed and started going through the book, explaining every topic best way he could because due to your lack of response he couldn't know what you struggled most with.

this went on for quite some time, you had been swimming inside your deepest weirdest thoughts, not paying attention to anything neville had to say. at one point you even felt bad, it felt like you had these little cartoony versions of yourself on each shoulder saying "he is trying to help you!" and the other one saying "whatever, he is probably already used to being ignored. he was being rude". the boredom was just starting to get more vivid and you let out a yawn.

"you could at least pretend like you are listening!" he said. "i'm doing this for you, you know? i don't want to be here either."

"then leave! i'm not asking you to do anything! i just stayed here in case you were going to tell on me to sprout like the nerd loser you are!" you got up from the chair and closed the book. the only reason why you weren't screaming at each other was the fact that you were still at the library.

"what?!" he looked at you shocked. you looked at him in his eyes, you could sense he was somehow hurt. you stayed looking at each others eyes for a few seconds right before throwing yourselves into each others mouths.

you didn't even know how was it that the situation took this turn but now neville longbottom was sitting you on a table, throwing everywhere the herbology books he picked up while kissing you roughly with his hands grabbing your ass. —and he was honestly such a good kisser too, he knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

you quickly unbottoned your jeans needing more of his touch. he looked down at your movements and smirked, "shit, you wanna do it with a nerd loser, y/n?" he laughed.

"shut up" you unbuckled his belt, throwing it behind the books that were still on the table. neville laughed, absolutely forgetting about his shy and kind persona. he brought you closer and lowered your jeans, rapidly slipping his hand on your panties and caressing your bare cunt. "just do it, longbottom" he smiled and kissed your lips once more while lowering your panties and finally taking his erection out of his clothes. neville shoved his dick inside of you making you bite your lip to silence your scream. your body layed down on the table trying to adjust to his already rapid movements. your back already arching and hands begging for something to grab and hold on to. "neville, your cock feels so good..." you whispered.

neville bit his lip while increasing the pace. his hands ran through the inside of your shirt until finally meeting your breasts. he played with your nipples mercilessly as you moaned covering your mouth with your hand. "what has gotten you so excited?" he teased.

"you are lucky you are fucking me so good, if not, i would have left." you responded between gasps and moans. "i thought you were a virgin... how many girls have you fucked?"

"you are the only slytherin i had left" he said with that smirk on his face again.

"fuck you, longbottom." you sensed you were close, you wouldn't hold it for much longer.

"you are guilty of that." he laughed at the same time you finally released. cumming all over his cock and leaving cum leaking on the table. "damn, y/n... that was hot"

you breath out and dressed up. "thank you, tutor, i'm going to the quidditch practice. i'll see you tomorrow for another tutoring session!"

#neville imagine #neville longbottom smut #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x y/n #harry potter fanfiction #neville longbottom x you

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f10werfae · 2 years

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How Much Is Too Much?

Pairing:Husband!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Fans retell the best parts of the relationship

Warnings: none

- Requests are open!

Likes, Comments And Re-Blogs are appreciated

masterlist✨

Henry Cavill Masterlist 💫

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@/loverbunny: Does anyone remember that one Henry Cavill interview where he just kept bringing up Y/n? It’s so cute how his eye twinkles whenever her name’s mentioned and he’s also so proud of her and her career. Saying quote on quote, “i’m proud to be her man”

@/jessicashaw: I had to take my little sister to an appointment to the local hospital and she was literally treated by Dr. Y/n L/n, apparently she was there to cover a random shift? Idk but she was so nice and helpful😭 After the check up she gave my sister SUPERMAN STICKERS?!

@/Ghostedfortoast: I was at the background shoot for one of Henry Cavill's movies and I heard him talking about how his wife was opening a free walk in clinic for the homeless, and I swear I saw that man's heart get a boner

@/thereallife: I saw Cavill at an award show, and I kid you not mid award show, he saw his wife was arriving outside the venue. This man walked back outside and accompanied her in through the red carpet, and since all the photographers had left. HE WAS KNEELING JUST TO GET HER ANGLES RIGHT WHEN TAKING HER PICS

@/beesnothoney: Nah because in Henry's new interview, actually lemme just quote this man, “My wife is so amazing, she was actually my medic on set, so I was around her all the time. It was brilliant, I loved it” AND THEN HIS CO STAR WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW MUCH NOISE WOULD BE COMING FROM HENRY'S TRAILER KILLS ME.

@/leavemealone: I work in Pull&Bear and I saw Henry and Y/n walk in at around 7pm i’m guessing after her work because she was in scrubs. I think she was trying to buy the new winter jacket we had but the poor girl looked exhausted. Henry had to put it on her and zipped it all the way so it covered her head, AND HE UNZIPPED IT JUST ENOUGH TO KISS HER THEN THEY FOUGHT OVER WHO WOULD PAY UNTIL HE SNEAKILY PASSED ME HIS CARD

@/1990firefly: Henry Cavill came into the build a bear I work and got a dog stuffy and dressed it like a doctor. But here’s the best part. IN AN INTERVIEW Y/N REVEALED HE CALLS HER 'PUP' 😭😭. ➥@/pandalove: I HEARD HE CARRIES THAT BEAR WHEN HE TRAVELS ABROAD WITHOUT HERR🥹

@/jumpinglacks: My mum once worked a shift with Y/n L/n, and said her husband (Hen obvs) came during their break to bring her out for lunch. I hate being single.

@/tiredturtleegg: I saw the Cavill couple out in town yesterday, kid you not he was feeding her the spaghetti and anytime she’d reach for her fork he’d slap it away 🥲

@/denisethemenace: Anyone remember when Y/n L/n first revealed she was pregnant, and the reason she found out was because Cavill realised her tits had grown bigger. This man never fails to surprise me ➥ @/livingfreedead: DONT FORGET HE SAID HE WAS JUST DOING HIS REGULAR TOUCH UP OMG😭‼️

@/greekathenanice: Y/n just said in her 73 questions video that whenever their son can’t sleep, he reads her anatomy books and tries to teach Henry things about the body. This kid is like 4. How.

@/floralflower: Whenever you think about settling for less. Remember that when Y/n was pregnant Henry literally sewed her scrubs that would fit her then drove her to and from work☝️

@/letmeliveplease: Henry Cavill gushing over his wife’s maternity photos during a Buzzfeed interview, is everything. That man started tearing up because he loves her so much, NO MAN COULD EVER COMPARE

@/treatsweet: Henry revealing that Y/n only likes to bathe with him now is so cute, apparently it’s because that’s the only time the baby decides to kick and be active

@/HenryCavill: Y/n refuses to talk to me because I forgot to buy her cookie dough ice cream on the way home. This is my public apology. I’m sorry pup, please let me back into the bedroom, I want a hug. ➥@/DrY/nL/N-Cavill: Yeah okay. Your son (and I) Misses you. Love you♥️

#romance #henry cavill #henry cavill oneshot #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill rpf

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rayroseu · 1 year

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i really thought glomas malleus was the drippiest outfit design we'll ever get @ twst 💀💥💥

!! major spoilers for book 7 pt 3 !! the full body sprite of General Lilia Vanrouge obliterated me 🙏

GIRL GIRLLLL........... ARE YOU SEEING THOSE BOOTS???????? THE HEELS??? THE CLAW ENGRAVINGS?? OHHHH TO BE KICKED BY THOSE STURDY SHOES IS AN HONOR WTHHHJSJWKS😩😩😩

HEY THE LEG STRAP AND THE EMERALD DAGGERS AS WELLL!!!! KSJDJA WTF SERVING SLAY ON THE BATTLEFIELD SIR?!

there is SO MVUH TO TAKW IN my brain is barely coherent rn !!

ok the armbands were a given consideringvit was prominent on his silouette version-- but are those grey patterns a clothing or his actual skin as well??? @/MoonlightEquin1 on twt stated he has so much covering bcs of his weakness to sunlight, so I'm guessing its part of his cloth as well---SO IT MEANS HE HAS A BODY FIT SHIRT UNDERNEATH A CORSET AND ARMOR MY GOD I AM DAMNED😭💕

i lOVE HIS SKIRT?? it looks like bat wings im in AWE... and the scales with BEAD TASSELS?? do they clack together when he moves?? sounds impractical-- but totally lethal for aesthetic purposes!

also a nice reference to Diasomnia's Halloween Costume 🥺🥺 Its making me think he's wearing that in honor of the Draconia Family...

AND RIGHTT... THE B E LT HOW CAN I EVER FORGET THE BELT.... i kinda made fun for overblot malleus for tying his belt like that- BUT WHO KNEW IT LOOKED KINDA OFF WITH MALLEUS BCS ITS LILIA WHOS SUPPOSED TO ADORN IT... im sick💥

The bat motif AND HARNESSES!!!! ON HIS CHEST PLATE!!!!! YOU KNOW THE OUTFIT FUCKS IF IT HAS HARNESSES FOR ME!!!!! and is the tailor of his outfit him or some other fae?? the corset is literally glomas Malleus shirt KAJKAKSKA whoever designed this you're bringing Heaven on earth👍💕💕💕

NAD HAVE WE??? TALK ABOUT HIS MASK??? HAVE WE??? If I saw a person hunting me with that mask on in a dark forest, I'd die just from terror 9716662/10 terrific mask👍👍💕💕 oh i shouldnt forget to mention the MASSIVE FANGS OF THAT MASK... absolutely magnificent✨✨✨

and THE RED HIGHLIGHTS ON HIS HAIR???? HIS SCARF THAT KINDA WORKS AS A CAPE AND THE ENDS OF IT BEING RIPPED?? TO. DIE. FOR. 🤌👍✨😩😩😩

OHHH HOW I WISH THEY RELEASE THE DESIGN ARCHIVES FOR THIS RIGHT NOW BECAUSEEEEE IM BEGGING!!! TO SEE HIS BACK!!! I KNOW HIS HAIRSTYLE IS IN A PONYTAIL BCS HIS LONG HAIR PEEKS OUT JUST ON ONE SIDE 😳🛐

also bYEYEYYE i feel like i took 40 screenshots just from zooming in on the details of his outfit💥💥

i feel like im not doing great in expressing my compliments on his outfit by TRYING. MY VERY BEST. IN DESCRIBING IT!!!! so really, the most profound way is to just stare at it admiringly and let your sight savor the details👍😩😩🤌

REST IN PIECES my fellow lilia artists, this is our moodboard🥲💥💥 you can do it, you'll achieve drawing him in all his briar-valleys-most-esteemed-general-glory🙏🙏🙏

credits: alchemivich

#lilia vanrouge #twst #twisted wonderland #art #disney twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #general lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland book 7 #twst spoilers #twst chapter 7 #twst book 7 #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst art #twst gameplay #twst lilia vanrouge #twst lilia

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dc418writes · 7 months

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✨Pairing✨: firefighter!Curtis Everettxblack!nanny!reader

Summary🪄: You witness Curtis’ jealous side for the first time (Dipped in Guilt addition)

⚠️: age gap (reader is in late twenties, Curtis is in late 30s to early 40s), sprinkle of possessiveness, insinuation to happy adult fun times, pretty much all fluff

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual was made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found on Pinterest*

“Looks like Jensen went all out with this huh?,” Curtis speaks. His son happily sitting in his thick, tattooed arms as you both walk up the concrete walkway

A decorated archway hangs overhead the entire short walk to the front door made to look like a cave full of spiders in their elaborate web. Finn couldn’t be less impressed though, deciding the grey mouse ears on his head - removing them for the fourth time now - were more intriguing than what was around him

“I like it,” you smile. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from Jakey.”

“Of course you’d say that,” he thought. Ever the kind, supportive one, it’s like you were Jensen’s biggest fan

You’d always actively listen when he was going on about one of his nerdy interests. Nodding along and giving your input every now and then about some character or theory you had

You were like that with everyone at the station really. Listening with awe to Ari’s stories of traveling in foreign countries and truly interested in the latest book Cap was reading

You even had a little book club of sorts, which had a small smile creeping along his lips when he’d overhear you on the phone excitedly discussing a part you couldn’t get over

Although Curtis did feel a way about you being on the phone with his station captain so late

And now that he thought about it, why the hell were you calling Jensen “Jakey”?

It didn’t take long for the door to swing open after ringing the melodic bell. Jake smiling on the other side in some outfit that looked like a blue ninja and matching mask as music and giggles could be heard from deeper in the house.

“Hey, come in! Glad you guys could make it!”

“Thanks for inviting us,” Curtis replies stepping in the highly decorated home. There were orange and black streamers along the walls and ceiling along with fake cobwebs and bats. Paper skeletons were along the walls in various goofy poses while a couple larger, plastic ones sat on some of the tables in addition to a mini fake caldron and Halloween themed confetti

Overall, it reminded Curtis of a less cluttered version of a Halloween store the longer you walked through

Clearly the kids loved it how they ran around ogling and enjoying themselves in their costumes

“Very nice Sub Zero!,” you spoke. “Is that the one you found on the site you told me?”

“Yea! And thank you for being the only person here to appreciate an iconic character,” he emphasizes specifically towards a group of kids - including his niece in her ghostface costume - walking past

“Whatever bluey.”

Jensen just shakes his head. “That’s the problem with this generation, no respect. Also very adorable cat and mouse costume you two.”

Tickling under Finn’s chin, the one year old giggles in his grey onesie before reaching for Jake’s glasses - as he usually did whenever they’d see each other.

“And let me guess, Curtis is a…grumpy old trucker?”

Although fitting from the black flannel over his arms, dark jeans that covered the laces of his boots, and ash grey beanie, Curtis just glared in his typical sour puss fashion cutting Jensen’s chuckles short. His once joking mood replaced with a slight look of fear as he nervously cleared his throat.

“S-Sorry, just jokes I swear.”

“Hey, more big people!”

Hearing that familiar deep, soothing drawl, you instantly turn around to find Ari with a beer in hand and in his usual jeans and simple white tee waving from the kitchen.

“So we got adults in the kitchen/dining room, and kids mostly in the living room. Food is in both, but let me know if you guys need anything,” Jensen quickly explains before jogging off at his sister’s call.

“Aww how cute, cat and mouse,” Ari smiles giving you one of his famous bear hugs before gently tickling Finn in his side. “And what about you Curtis?”

“A tired, responsible adult.” Ari chuckles at his friend - expecting nothing less than that response - as you playfully roll your eyes taking a babbling Finn from his arms.

“Well on that note, I’ll leave you adults to it. Cmon baby boy, we’ll have fun for the both of em.”

Curtis’ eyes naturally follow as you stride into the living room while cooing at his son. Ari’s daughter, Maya, excitedly squeals your name once you step foot on the large rug protecting the dark hardwood below. Having babysat her a few times now, she already loved you as if you were her best friend. She also loved Finn, saying how he was the cutest baby she’d ever seen.

“He’s like a babydoll!,” she whispered in awe while holding him that first time. Since then, you, Curtis, and Ari suspected that Maya might look at Finn as her own real life babydoll watching as she took care of him while he played on his mat and would occasionally try to rock him. She even tried to feed him his bottle, but that usually didn’t go well since Finn liked to hold his own.

Seeing you interact with the kids - complimenting their costumes and goofily dancing right beside them - a fraction of a smile tilts the corner of Curtis’ mouth replacing his usual stoic gaze.

There’s also a hint of something waking inside of him every time you hold his son or help him toddle about the room being careful that he doesn’t fall or hurt himself

It’s almost primal or possessive as he feels a low twitch and a warmth bloom along his skin

And he knows it’s bound to get him in trouble

“Stare any harder, and I’m gonna start getting jealous,” Ari smirks handing Curtis a chilled beer from the fridge behind him. Clearly caught, he can only shake his head as the two lightly clink their dark bottles together before taking respective sips.

“So I take it everything’s going well?”

“Yea, she loves Finn and he loves her back. Sometimes I think he might like her more than me.”

“Understandable. I mean she’s prettier, so kind, an amazing cook, funny, gorgeous-,”

“Are you done?,” Curtis glowered lowering the beer bottle from his lips. “Want me to call her back in here so you can find more ways to compliment her?”

He knew Curtis liked you, but he didn’t realize his friend was this deeply smitten. “Relax cowboy, no one’s trying to take your girl.”

Although Ari had to admit, if they weren’t friends he’d be doing any and everything to make you his.

“Whoa, Curtis has a girl?!,” Jake pauses as soon as he steps into the kitchen. A dopey grin on his face much to Curtis’ dismay.

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh he does,” Ari adds only making him more annoyed.

“I’m happy for you man! Finally getting back out there and opening yourself up for love.” Curtis instantly shrugs Jake’s arm from around his shoulder, but the giddy dork only puts it back making Curtis glare at his frosted tipped station mate. “You should’ve invited her.”

“He did. You’ve seen her a few times,” Ari chuckles with a wink before taking another swig from his nearly empty bottle. At first, Jake doesn’t seem to get it quirking his brow in confusion. When things finally click, Jake’s face morphs into surprised realization then excitement looking back and forth between a grumpy Curtis and sweet you in your makeshift cat costume bouncing Finn in your arms.

Curtis knew he should’ve stayed home.

Finally back home, Curtis lounged on his couch with arms crossed over his chest as some old, black and white horror movie playing on the screen mounted on the wall. The younger looking woman screaming in horror as some alien species cornered her in an alley

He couldn’t really pay attention though, with you currently in your room getting dressed to go out with your friends

“It’s our Halloween tradition! Since freshman year, we’ve always dressed up and hung out downtown.”

Selfishly Curtis wanted you home with him. You curled on the couch with your snowman blanket - as you tended to do - only a mere arms length away from him as you both watched a movie or one of your shows

He especially liked Love is Blind, but he’d never openly admit that

As if hearing his thoughts of you, the thick heels of your black booties click down the hall eventually stopping in front of him giving a little twirl and your heart melting grin

“And enter the wicked witch!”

Wicked was the word alright, but not in the traditional since of how the character looked when he was little

He could see your black thong through your lacy, wide legged black pants with spiderweb detailing. Your sleeveless top - lacy and see through as well - showing your black bustier underneath. To top everything off, a purple pointed hat on your head with black cats scattered all around in various poses

He could only stare as you excitedly grabbed your purse from the coatrack and shuffled through its contents making sure you had everything

“If Finn wakes up before I’m back, there’s two bottles in the fridge I made earlier, and the bottle warmer is already plugged in,” you state walking towards the front door as you begin typing on your phone. “Oh and-,”

Not paying attention, you don’t hear or feel Curtis get up closing the distance between you with hands stuffed in his front pockets. Turning to suddenly see his broad body startles you, making you slightly jump and a breathy giggle slip past your soft lips

“You can be very nimble for a guy your size,” you joke, but Curtis just peers down at you looking stoic as usual. “Well, I uh guess I’ll see you later then. Were you gonna lock up behind me or-,”

He simply stays silent looking stoic as usual causing your once good mood to slightly dim

“Um okay..g-goodnight then,” you weakly smile with hand twisting the doorknob. Once you have it open by just a crack, Curtis’ larger hand is pushing it closed again and leaving it there to block you from going out

Effectively confusing and startling you; making your brows slightly knit

“…Is something wrong?,” you ask.

“You want me to start being open?,” he begins still trapping you between him and the door. Not that you were particularly complaining. “Okay then, I don’t like - no, I despise the fact that a bunch of men, let alone one, are gonna have their eyes on you. Wanting something that’s not theirs.”

You can only stand there waiting for him to finish. Your back eventually pressing against the door as you step back trying to move away from his intense gaze

“Now I’m gonna give you an option. You can leave; go have fun with your friends and I drag you back here in an hour not caring if you’re ready to go or not, nor if you’re kicking or screaming when I do it. Or you can rightfully stay here.”

The way he spoke with authority as if he was your father stunned you into near silence, unable to clearly get your response out. “S-Stay?”

“Yes..with me,” he states leaning close enough that you could feel the air from his nostrils skate across your skin. “And I promise to make you forget about whatever grimy place you wanted to go and whoever you were planning to go with.”

You feel your core spasm at such a promise reflexively clenching your thighs together as your tongue peeks to wet your lips and you gently nod in approval. It should be shameful how easily you drop your purse into his waiting hand almost like you’re in a trance, but you could care less letting him lead you to his bedroom. In the morning, you’ll just text a quick apology to your friends about standing them up.

Not that they’d know what you were talking about since there weren’t any plans in the first place

#curtis everett #curtis everett au #curtis everett x woc!reader #curtis everett x reader #Curtis Everett x black!reader #snowpiercer #chris evans #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x woc!reader

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ugh-yoongi · 7 months

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Hello! Can I pls request headcanons for BTS members crushing on female reader who is a friend of their friend. Like reader and they are not close friends but they have mutual friend. Members ended up falling in love with reader and gets jealous when reader is close with their mutual friend.

I know it's very specific 😅 you don't have to write them if you don't want to. Thank you anyways ❤️

hi, tysm for the request! i am a lil rusty on headcanons but i do hope these suffice. no gendered terms or pronouns used! <3

[bounced ideas off of @the-boy-meets-evil & @hot-soop for this. thank you both!]

bts with a crush on a friend of a friend

seokjin

he's ✨ a w k w a r d ✨

torn between wanting to hang with the group & see you vs. never wanting to go out in public around strangers

the urge to see his crush wins out and that's when everyone else figures him out. not subtle at all.

also way too awkward to snoop for info. your friend makes one reference to you and seokjin's entire body turns red. rip

absolutely plays off his jealousy as a joke

attention back on him, please and thank you

a one-upper to the extreme ("oh, you liked that recipe? well guess who gave it to them" even tho they're not talking about food anymore); mortified when he thinks back on it later

yoongi

actually pretty direct imo

i think he'd straight up just tell you/your friend he's into you and wants to see where it goes

just sort of shows up whenever you're hanging out with your friend

also invites you to things one-on-one, doesn't give a shit

probably not all that great at dealing w his jealousy tho

not in a shitty way? just more withdrawn

disappears into his work

hobi

he's an aquarius man luv good luck getting shit out of him

intensely private and protective of this crush

blows his cover tho bc he gets the giggles. he tried

fidgets! fake laughs! "oh ha ha it's totally cool you and your friend have plans, wouldn't want to intrude!"

and then immediately leaves to go work on something and lies about why he left. it was NOT because he got moody out of nowhere! wtf! why would you ask that!

why is this guy always excusing himself to the bathroom

would probably let this go on for years if left to his own devices

namjoon

number one jealous guy but thinks he's too enlightened for it

"i don't feel entitled to them/their attention and don't think i own them, so how can i be jealous"

meanwhile he's brooding in a corner doing that jaw clench thing

breaks stuff on accident bc he's too busy analyzing how close you're sitting to your friend and every facial expression the two of you make

sends book/music/podcast recs over insta dms bc he thinks it's too forward to ask for your number

would then keep up this ruse months into proper dating bc he thinks it's now too late and too awkward to ask

jimin

not subtle at all. grills your mutual friend for intel

shameless tbh

does that "omg let's compare hand sizes" shtick to have an excuse to touch you

i also don't see him getting super jealous? like, he knows your mutual friend and he's the queen of gossip. he'd know if there was something going on

although i do think he might also have one-upper tendencies, just more subtle

whereas jin plays off his jealousy as a joke, i think jimin would lean into it. it would come off more cocky/overconfident

full on pouting if you ignore him or don't play along, though

taehyung

group meeting time in the living room; we're going to war

"do you think they like me? do you think they're dating our friend? have you heard anything? should i crash their hangout?"

absolutely refuses to listen to reason. head in the clouds.

romanticizes the shit out of everything and then whines when reality doesn't live up to it

this man has an aries moon; that spike of jealousy is hot and quick and he can't hide it for the life of him but also doesn't entirely know why he's jealous (ask me how i know)

can honestly see him being hotter than normal and manspreading on a couch for attention let's be real. weaponizing the hell out of his giant dick brood

jungkook

perilla leaf debate 2.0

gen z as hell. like he's sending you tiktoks and trying to rope you into challenges and thinks that counts for something

overanalyzes all social media interactions

passive-aggressive; can't hide his jealousy at all; petty

will send his friend to the kitchen for drinks just so he can take their spot next to you

it's the middle of winter, why is he still wearing sleeveless shirts?

sort of leans into toxic masculinity in the "thinks everything is a challenge/competition" way before he gets scolded and told to knock it off

otherwise super sweet. doting & would do anything for you, even in early crushing stage. like, once he realizes he likes you it's game over for him

#bts headcanons #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts x you

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I’d die for some random conversation with Eddie and his person 🥹 I love them and her just making him hug her all the time so he calms down💕💕

Hiii lovey!! I love them as well and ya know Eddie is just the kinda dude that lowkey ALWAYS needs a hug😂 I hope you enjoy these conversations between the two of them💖

-find all things Eddie’s Wish here✨

“Why are we doing this?” “Because you like to be outdoors and walking is good for you.” “I also like good sex and black coffee…why can’t I be doing something that involves that?” “Do you want to have sex?” “What?…uh you…you can’t just…I don-” “I’m just kidding Eddie…I knew making you feel embarrassed would help you forget about the day you’ve had.” “You’re kinda evil you know that right?” “Well you did wish for me on a Friday the thirteenth…in October so…I was bound to be a little mischievous.” “That’s true I guess…how’d you find this place? It’s kinda creepy.” “It’s just the Hawkins cemetery…it was easy to find” “what the fuck? You have me taking a midnight stroll through a cemetery?” “No need to be scared…I’ll protect you…here take my hand.” “Protect me…from what?” “Oh..nothing…” “you’re so full of shit…”

“Do you sleep?” “Yes.” “Do you eat?” “Yes.” “Do you have to?” “Yes…why wouldn’t I need sleep and food? Even gremlins need food and a nap.” “Did..you just compare yourself to evil fur balls who kill people?” “Only evil if fed after midnight…or get wet.” “So you can’t swim or take a shower?” “I’m not a gremlin Eddie so yes I can swim and I prefer baths…they are more relaxing.” “What am I thinking right now?” “I’d rather not say it out loud…but just know the answer is yes.”

“Just get in the car please Eddie.” “Why can’t I drive?” “Because you need to relax now just get in the car so we can go.” “Do you even know how to drive?” “Edward I am way older than you so yes I know how to drive…do you need a hug real quick? Will that help calm your nerves a bit?” “How old are you?” “That’s not polite to just ask someone how old they are…now do you need a hug or not?” “You and your hugs…” “come here….I don’t know why you act all tough when I literally know how you’re feeling at all times.” “Like all my feelings or…just when I’m unhappy?” “All of them….now I packed you a book and a snack so you’ll be comfortable.” “A book? What kinda bo-” “The Hobbit since I know it’s one of your favorites.” “Oh…thanks…uhm just a few more seconds…please?” “We can hug for as long as you like Eddie…I’m not going anywhere.” “Thanks.”

“Eddie? Eddie…wake up…you’re having a bad dream.” “Hmmm? What?” “You’re having a bad dream.” “Why are you in a nightgown?…and…fuzzy bunny slippers? Am…is this a dream?” “No this isn’t a dream…this is just what I was wearing when you decided to have a nightmare…” “a nightmare? I don’t…remember having a nightmare.” “I know…I fixed it for you so you wouldn’t have to remember it…now go back to sleep you should be fine now.” “Will you-” “yes but only if you scoot over and don’t hog the covers.” “Okay yeah…can I be the-” “As if you’d ever be anything other than the little spoon…come here…there you go.” “Goodnight.” “Goodnight Eddie..sweet dreams.”

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kinnsporsche · 2 years

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✨ a comprehensive guide on why daemi is literally the worst ✨

if y’all missed whats currently happening with daemi on twitter here we go.

context: daemi are the writers of the kp novels made up of two people. poi (a cishet female) and yok (a cis gay man)

1. barcode

poi admitted to essentially grooming barcode whilst they filmed the series. she claimed she “taught barcode how to be a good actor” by teaching him how to give her and yok massages. barcode was 16 at the time of kp filming. jeff calls them out for abusing and misusing their privileges as authors. jeff also emphasises that they’re not joking, he’s the second actor with mile to confrm that the harassment from the actors isn’t something they joke around with. (source x)

a couple people started digging through their old interactions with barcode and found him looking super uncomfortable around them to the point that jeff comes and intervenes, even perth looks uncomfortable with their interaction in the background. barcode also, whether jokingly or not, says that he’s scared of yok. (sources x and x)

2. apo

a video from what i assume is a live came out recently where yok and poi basically get apo to do some fanservice which he does pretty playfully in his usual apo style. poi seemed to think it wasn’t enough and got up and started trying to unbutton his shirt to make him take it off whilst he’s literally trying to fight her off and saying “don't do this to me, enough poi, please bring back the old poi.” she then slaps him on the arm and apo playfully starts pretending to hit her back for it but you can clearly see how uncomfortable and distressed he is when he leaves the room (sources x and x)

a few months back daemi decided to republish the novel with a picture of the cast as the book cover. they only booked bible, build, and mile, because they said apo was busy on a retreat and didn’t bother rescheduling the shoot despite the fact that he’s one of the, if not the, mains. fans started a campaign on twitter in support of apo and apo liked some of the tweets and yok started arguing with him on twitter. the conversations and screenshots are all buried and deleted so i dont have many sources for this but (source: x)

someone associated with the two of them (wannggjinn852 on twitter) accused apo of sexually harassing mile because he was teasing and joke-flirting with him the way he does in a live. a few days later daemi did a twitter space and invited the person who accused him into their audio call with them (sources x and x)

basically daemi really dislike apo and bully him a lot because of it. my guess is that they’re jealous of the friendship he has with mile because they both have a creepy obsession and infatuation with him which brings me onto

3. mile

he has openly come out and said that they sexually harass him, and he’s made it clear that it’s not a joke, that when he talks about what they do to him he’s not messing around, and they just laugh it off because they think they can get away with it all. (source x)

he’s also genuinley uncomfortable around them and they just don’t care and keep touching him and harassing him. when mile sees yok recording his exist post episode 7 underwater kiss he literally tries to hide himself and looks so uncomfortable. (source x and x)

yok is, by his own words, a digital content creator for be on cloud. today a pretty sensitive and jarring picture was posted on be on cloud’s instagram story that doesn’t fit with the rest of the content that they’ve posted over the last few days. it’s from an awkward and weird angle, has nothing to do with the tour, so there’s been speculation that yok was the one who took and posted it because of his obsession with mile. tw, the source includes the picture. (source: x)

4. bible

more harassment towards bible from yok. he asks bible to call him ‘mom’ or ‘mommy’ or something and bible refuses and says he already has a mom and keeps touching him and holding him when he tries to get up and leave. (source x and x)

5. pond

a video has surfaced that poi seems to have taken of her at a gathering with some other people. she pans the camera to pond (the screenwriter and director of kinnporsche the series) who smiles at it and then she leans in and kisses him without his consent. the discomfort is pretty clear in his eyes (source: x)

6. misc

made, and fully intended to sell, merch of vegas’ don’t worry i’m not gonna hurt you line before he assaults porsche in the show and only got rid of it when they faced backlash for proffiting off of sa (source x)

be on cloud had to tell them to stop hosting events around content for kinnporsche the series because they kept giving things away and people were getting mad at pond, mile, and apo, when it didn’t happen or when things were spoiled. (source x)

they’ve always been super disrespectful and rude to fans when they’re criticised and recently yok told international fans to fuck off in an instagram live (source: x and x)

tldr: everybody listen to bas

#daemi #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #man i hope boc can get them out but i know the chances are slim bcs the writers are protected by law #i just want our boys to be safe and happy esp bcs boc is such a safe environment for apo after everything he went through #god i hope they dont ruin it for him!!!!#anyway if more things happen ill try to update this #daemi masterpost

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localhopedealerr · 1 year

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Starry Night

Azriel x Reader Oneshot

Some fluffy late night talk with azzy✨⭐️

Warnings: noneee EXCEPT i literally didn’t edit this at all, i just had to get it posted. so beware and i’m so so sorry. 🫣

You hadn’t meant to spend so long up on the balcony, but the stars seemed to keep your thoughts in an endless conversation. The other members of the Inner Circle had dispersed after an evening full of wine and food, but you had hung behind waiting on your mate. One thought led to another, until you found yourself curled up on the outdoor sofa, staring up into a sky that seemed to go on forever.

You weren’t sure you’d ever get over the view. Tiny bursts of life filling a vast sea of black. The stars were so willing to allow the people who lived here to witness their beauty every night. A beauty you weren’t sure anyone here deserved, but were all damn grateful to see.

“I didn’t realize you were still down here. You should be sleeping. ”

Your head peaked behind the back of the couch, finding the eyes of the infamous Shadowsinger. He had gone off to speak with Rhys about his latest intel, needing to share it while it was fresh on his mind. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his pants, a fitted black long sleeve covered his impressive frame. As casual as he ever dressed himself, usually preferring his leathers and arsenal of weapons strapped to him.

He had been in a rare form tonight, having just returned from a mission that kept him away from home- away from you- longer than he wanted. The Spymaster spoke openly the whole night, laughing and joking with the whole table. Enjoying the much needed family time.

You liked seeing that side of him. Multiple times throughout the night you caught yourself simply marveling at him. He’d caught your eyes a few times, offering a smug smirk in response before returning to the conversation in front of him. Cheeky shit.

You didn’t mind it though. You were in love with that smirk. In love with the way he spoke. The way he laughed. Hell, you weren’t sure there was anything you didn’t love seeing him do.

“It’s not hard to lose sleep when there’s a view like this waiting for me every night.”

Azriel nodded, looking out over the balcony for a moment before he came to seat himself next to you. You moved your legs underneath yourself, allowing Azriel to press up against you as your head fell against his shoulder.

“Cassian was acting a fool tonight, im surprised Nesta didn’t cut him off sooner.”

You snorted at that. “You’re surprised? Im sure Nesta enjoys Cassian plenty when he’s too wasted. He gets a hundred times hornier.”

Your mate laughed, a delish sound falling out of his lips as his head fell back against the cushion. Cassian must have finished at least two bottles of Rhysands wine by himself, much to your high lords dismay. “Yes, i suppose that’s true. I guess we should count ourselves lucky he was sober enough to fly them back to the Townhouse tonight.”

You laughed once more, shaking you head as you thought about your friends. You loved them dearly, but couldn’t deny the sigh of relief you let out when they had decided to spend the night at the Townhouse instead of the House of Wind, sparing their friends the torture of having to listen to them well into the early hours.

“You haven’t told me how your mission went, or what exactly you were doing on it.”

Azriel kissed the side of your head, sighing as his hands tugged at your own, toying with the pads of your fingers. “ mm, let’s talk about it tomorrow. Let me enjoy the night sky with my mate.”

You wouldn’t argue with him, couldn’t argue with him- Not when those dark, angelic eyes met your own. How could you deny your mate of anything when he was so perfect?

You gave a look of contemplation, before finally sighing dramatically. “ Fine. You’re off the hook for now. Have you finished that book i lent you?”

Azriel hummed in response, head lazily leaning to one side. “ I did. I was surprised with the ending, in a good way. “

“ I know, it was out of nowhere. But that’s what i like about the author. “

He smiled when your eyes lit up, like they always did when you talked about books. “I’d like to read more from him. We should start the next one together.”

You shifted, burrowing yourself closer to his side. You blinked slow, body and soul finally feeling at peace now that your mate was back with you. “ Tomorrow, we can go to that bookstore down by the river and grab the next books.”

Azriel held you closer, leaning his head against the back of the couch. “ It’s a date.” His eyes closed.

You could barely keep your eyes open now. “ I love you. I missed you. I’m glad you’re home.”

“Is that your way of telling me you’re going to sleep?” Azriel mused, one eye lifting up to peak down at the girl in his arms.

You had already dozed off. Azriel kissed the top of your head one more time, before shifting your bodies. He now held you on top of him, your legs tangling with his.

“ Sweet dreams, baby.”

#acotar fandom #azriel fic #azriel fluff #acotar headcanon #acotar series #acotar x reader #azriel fanfic #a court of thorns and roses #acotar x you #azriel x you #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #azriel spymaster #azriel x reader

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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Happy 300!! ❤️❤️ Can I have Din with “🍑” please 💕

thank you sweetpea! 💕 omg yes you can I’ve had so many din thoughts lately and this was the perfect place for them

a/n: this turned into a whole ass fic too lmfao because I physically cannot write din djarin without LOTS of exposition so here we go - would be considered an au I guess since this would be after the events of book of boba fett/we don’t know what season three brings yet

ANYWAY ENJOY THANK YOU!!! ♥️

sweet like sugar - manda’lor!din djarin x serving girl!fem reader

warnings: a whole lot of descripton lmfao, p-in-v sex, din has a bit of a dirty mouth, wrap it before you tap it people

✨kay’s 300 follower celebration✨

Din’s still making sense of it all.

It’s everything he never asked for; the crown, the palace, the responsibility. The weight on his shoulders that just seemed to be replaced every time a different weight was removed. The only bright spot most days is his son by his side, Grogu often taking to following Din around the palace grounds, his little feet much quicker than they were before he trained with Luke Skywalker. It’s another thing to add Din’s list, another thing to process.

Boba and Fennec, Cara and Greef, they’d all given up their stations to come with him, to help Din take the throne of Mandalore, to get his feet under him and be the friends he’d come to know them to be. His advisors, his Council. Boba was splitting his time between Din’s Council and the Daimyo seat on Tatooine, and Fennec went where she was needed. Cara was glad to stay and Greef was just happy to be included.

And it’s helped, some. Helped him make sense of what he’s agreed to, show him where his attention is most needed. Sure, there are advisors galore on Mandalore, Bo-Katan and her crew desperate to be heard, but Din’s trust lies with his friends. With his son, with his family. The people who have proven to him time and time again that there is, in fact, good in the galaxy. It sometimes just looks a little different than imagined.

He first notices you the day of his coronation.

The palace’s great hall is filled with people, murmurs and whispers moving through the crowds as Din strides through. Darksaber on his hip, his comfortable cloak replaced with something much finer, the fabric thick and heavy against his back as he walks. The Phoenix is hidden away in his personal armoury on one of the higher levels, but most of his beskar remains, including his helmet.

Bo-Katan had given him hell when she realized he would keep his face covered for the ceremony. His head still swam with confusion at the memories; the refinery on Morak and his face being scanned into the Imperial systems, Grogu’s hand on his bare face on Gideon’s lightcruiser, the Armourer’s assertion that he was a Mandalorian no more.

But he had a saber, and according to every legend he’d pulled from the Archives, Bo-Katan’s adamant refusal to take the weapon from him, and every other person he’d come into contact with since winning the saber from Gideon, that made him heir to the throne. And, by some stroke of idiocy, he’d agreed to it.

So here he is, on a seat he never asked for, darksaber twirled in his palm, surveying the crowds before him. It’s not something he ever dreamed of, when he was young. He never longed for wealth or station or a crowd full of people listening to his every word. He’s a strange mix of comfortable and anxious, glad to have at least some of familiarity around him. Boba and the rest sat at a table nearby, and Grogu’s crib had been upgraded to his own smaller version of Din’s throne. The kid is thrilled to pieces, babbling away beside him, sticking his little fingers in anything that’s presented to him.

“Can I get you anything, your majesty?” a soft voice asks, stepping up the dais to refill the tiny cup of juice beside Grogu’s plate. He coos happily, grinning up at you, and behind the helmet, Din is blushing.

You’re beautiful.

There’s no other word for it, and it catches him off guard, back straightening in his seat, gloved hands gripping the arms so tightly Din’s shocked they don’t snap off. Dressed in the same soft garb as the other servants, your hair braided ornately around your head, a silver pendant at your throat. It’s beskar, he knows; every servant and worker in the palace has one, a symbol of their loyalty.

Vaguely, he hears you repeat the question, your eyes nailing him to the spot. His tongue feels too big in his mouth, and Din fumbles for an answer, shaking his head. “N-no, I’m fine, but thank you.”

Beside him, Grogu has managed to pour his entire cup down his front, and you make a little surprised noise, bending down and pulling a rag from your pocket. “Careful, ad’ika,” you say, and the kid gurgles in response as you wipe the juice from his face. “I’ll get you some more.”

He’s pretty sure his mind goes blank at the term of endearment slipping from your lips. “You speak Mando’a?” he asks, nearly sputtering out the question. Why is he suddenly so nervous?

“Yes, your majesty,” you reply smoothly, a grin painting your lips. “Many of the servants do. I was born here.”

His brows raise. “You’re from Mandalore?”

Another nod, the grin growing wider. “Yes, your majesty. My family was killed in the Great Purge. Until it was announced you would take the throne, I was making my way on Coruscant. Then I returned here.”

“You returned to be a servant?”

“Yes, your majesty. My family has served the Manda’lor for many generations. It’s an honour.” You bow your head, knees bending in a curtsy, and Din still can’t tear his eyes from your face. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I could get you?”

“Your name?”

A blush blooms through your cheeks, and just when he thought you couldn’t be any more beautiful. You give him your name softly, knees still bent, and Grogu chirps happily as you say it. Din repeats it back, leaning forward in his seat and offering you his hand. You take it hesitantly, and he can feel the warmth of your skin even through his gloves.

Another servant calls your name, and your head turns towards the voice. “I’m coming!” You look back at Din, offering another smile. “If you need anything, just ask, your majesty.”

And then you’re gone.

In the months that follow, Din finds himself more restless than he’s ever felt in his life. Things were so different before, when it was just him and the kid on the Crest. When he could go anywhere in the galaxy without notifying anyone, without needing an entire security detail following him around. When his days were filled with bounties and adventure, not policies and votes and debates that made him want to fall asleep in his chair.

It’s important, his position, he knows that, still feels the weight every day, but damn if it isn’t boring sometimes.

His nights are restless, sleep evading him more often than not. He wanders the halls of the palace, occasionally with Grogu’s floating crib at his side, but usually on his own. It’s much more quiet at night, any visitors either gone from the palace or retired for the evening. Sometimes he runs into a servant or two, but the hallways are generally empty.

Tonight, however, he finds himself inching towards the kitchens, his growling stomach taking over his wandering feet. He’ll find something to snack on, something he can sneak back to his all-too lavish rooms on the highest level.

He’s not expecting to find someone in the kitchens at this hour, least of all you.

Your head doesn’t lift as he steps into the room, the door whooshing shut behind him. Your face is smeared with flour and spices, your hands covered in more flour and something purple. “I’m almost finished, Myla, I swear,” you say, focused on the task at hand. “You don’t have to wait for me, you know.”

“I’m not Myla,” Din manages to say, his voice strained and awkward. It’s not the first time he’s seen you since the coronation; you’ve been everywhere, in every corner of the palace, at every meal, inching into the corner of his vision everywhere he turns. You flinch at the sound of his voice instead of your friend’s, neck snapping up so quickly he’s concerned you’re going to hurt yourself.

“Oh, gods,” you mutter, immediately starting to reach for the bowls and containers spread across the counter. “Your majesty, I’m so sorry. I was just…” Din tilts his head to the side and you inhale sharply. “I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you.”

“You were here first,” Din says slowly, grinning beneath his helmet. “Doesn’t that mean I’m disturbing you?”

“Oh,” you stutter, linking your hands together in front of you, staring down at them. “You could never, your majesty.”

Din steps further into the room, coming to stand before the stools lining the opposite side of the counter you’re stood at. You look up at him through your lashes and his stomach lurches. Your face has been etched in his brain since the first time he set eyes on you, but still, having you there before him is another thing entirely, making his breath stutter beneath his helmet.

“Is there something you need?” you ask, and he knows you’re flustered more so because there’s a pause before you add, “your majesty.”

It gives him an odd sense of satisfaction, knowing he has a similar effect on you that you do on him. It levels the playing field some, and he pulls out one of the stools, sliding atop it. “I was just looking for something to eat.”

“Of course,” you say brightly, wiping the purple from your hands. He’s still curious to know what it is. “Anything in particular? They delivered some really good fruit this morning; I think there’s still some left. And I could make you some tea?”

“That sounds perfect,” Din replies, and you give him the most dazzling smile, tucking your rag into your back pocket and setting to work. A few minutes later, there’s a plate of neatly sliced fruit slid to him, along with a steaming cup of tea.

He realizes then that he’s still wearing his helmet, and watches the realization pass across your face. “I’ll give you some privacy, your majesty.”

“No,” Din calls far too quickly, feeling his cheeks heat under the helmet, and your freeze, eyes glued to him. “You can stay, it’s all right. I’d…like the company.”

“All right,” you say, your voice quieter than he’s ever heard it.

The kitchen goes deathly silent as Din hooks his fingers into the rim of his helmet and lifts it off his head.

If it’s possible, you’re even more beautiful without the slight distortion of his visor. Your eyes are brighter than he thought them to be, your skin smoother. Gods, it’s been a long time since he’s felt like this, this attracted to a woman. And he knows the cliché of it all: the king and the serving girl. It’s a story that’s been told a million times over, but he doesn’t care.

There’s a wry smile on your face as he sets the helmet down on the table. “What?”

“Nothing,” you reply quickly, shaking your head. “It’s just…there are rumours, about what you look like under there. And you…you’re very handsome, your majesty.” Your eyes go wide and you clap a hand over your mouth. “I’m sorry, that was much too forward.”

Din actually laughs, the sound almost startling him. He’s not used to hearing it so loud and clear, not processed through his helmet. His cheeks are heating at the compliment, and he reaches for the tea. “You need to stop apologizing.”

Your brows raise. “I’m so—” You cut yourself off, making a little huffing noise that makes Din grin. “Yes, your majesty.”

“What are you doing down here so late?” he asks.

You pause. “I’m not sure I should tell you,” you say quietly, reaching for the rag again. “I’d hate to get myself into trouble.”

“Your secret is safe with me, mesh’la,” he tells you, leaning his elbows on the counter. “I give you my word, as Manda’lor.”

Did he just call you beautiful?

“What did you…” you start, but then you shake your head. Your heart is hammering around in your chest so hard you’re worried it might jump out of your throat. He’s here, in the kitchens, in the one place you’ve been able to hide from him since your first encounter at his coronation.

You still played over that first conversation in your head, but this? Sitting across from you, drinking the tea you made, helmet discarded and those gorgeous eyes staring back at you. He is handsome, there’s no denying that, but the way he’s watching you, the way his eyes dart from your mouth and back up again every time you speak, it’s making something in you heat.

But he’s the Manda’lor. And you’re…you. Nobody.

You’ve done a good job, thus far, you think. Keeping yourself scarce when you can, but there’s only so much avoiding you can do when it’s your job to serve him. And gods, he’s so kind. It’s distracting, the quiet way he has about him, so shy and yet so commanding at the same time.

Watching him interact with his son is another thing entirely.

He reaches across the counter, fingers closing around your wrist, and it’s then that you realize that you’ve never seen him without gloves on. His fingers are long, knuckles calloused and criss-crossed with scars, more on the backs of his hands beneath the light dusting of dark hair.

He’s looking at you expectantly, waiting for your admission, and you rub a hand across the back of your neck, staring down at where his hand is still holding your wrist. He can probably feel how wildly your pulse is racing, but he says nothing, just watching you.

“I stay down here most nights, after everyone’s gone to their quarters,” you say, the words coming out in a rush. “It’s quiet, once they’re all gone, and I like it. It’s nice, helps me clear my head.”

He tilts his head to the side. “Why would you think you’d get in trouble for that?”

“I…” You trail off, at a loss. “I’m sorry, your majesty, but you make me very nervous.”

Slowly, he slides off the stool he’d been occupying, and rounds the counter, coming to stand right in front of you. He keeps his hold on your wrist as he moves, fingers tightening slightly as he stops before you. “The feeling is mutual.”

You blink. What? “It is?”

He nods, the moment slow, eyes darting all across your face. “It is. Since that first night I saw you, I haven’t…” He shakes his head. “I cannot get you out of my mind. Do you know what that’s like?”

Yes. Oh, sweet Gods, yes. “Y-yes, your majesty.”

He’s so close now, looming over you. He’s tall, too, his chin at the perfect height to rest atop your head. Slowly, he releases your wrist, drags his hand up your arm, until it reaches your shoulder, and then his fingers are under your jaw, keeping your face tilted towards his.

“Din. You call me Din, mesh’la, you understand? My name is Din Djarin.”

Your words are gone, caught in your throat, so you just nod.

Din. Din Djarin.

“Can I…” he starts, then pauses, clears his throat, and lifts his hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He murmurs your name. “Can I kiss you? I don’t…I don’t know how to a—”

Before he can get another word out, you lean up on your toes and kiss him.

It shouldn’t surprise you how soft his lips are, but it pulls a little noise out of you when his hand dives into your hair, the other reaching down to rest at the small of your back, pushing you until you chest touches his.

He tastes sweet, like the vormur flower tea you’d made him and the sharp tang of fruit. There’s something else too, something that just belongs to him, and you wish you could bottle the taste. He’s so tall, all broad shoulders and hard muscle beneath the soft clothes he’s wearing.

When his arm tightens around your waist, you can’t stop the little whimper that slips between your lips. You reach up, taking his face in your hands, feeling the scruff lining his jaw tickle your palm. Before you know it, the arm around your waist sinks beneath your ass, and he lifts you up. Your legs seem to wrap around his hips of their own accord, and Din sets you on the counter, mouth still hungrily attached to yours, kissing you like he’s been walking through the Tatooine desert forever and you’re the first drop of water he’s found.

It’s hungry and it’s heated and there’s something so forbidden about it that you have goosebumps, nervous energy rioting around in your gut. He keeps one hand in your hair, and the other moves to rest on your thigh, fingers pressing into your flesh. It sets everything in you alight, lust and arousal searing through your veins.

The soft fabric of his pants is doing little to mask the evidence of how aroused he is. It’s a bold move, you know, letting once hand skim down his chest, dropping to cup your palm against him. You’re rewarded by the way his jaw goes slack, mouth still moving against yours, a debauched moan sliding from his lips to yours.

“I need to be inside you, mesh’la,” he whispers. “Please.”

You nod frantically, and there’s a quick shuffle of clothes, your pants yanked down past your ankles and dropped to the floor, Din’s pushed down his hips. It all happens in an instant, his hand sliding up your thigh and hitching it over his hip, pulling you to the edge of the counter. His lips meet yours just as he presses into you, and you gasp into his mouth, one hand fisting in the front of his shirt, the other reaching around to sink into his hair. It’s ridiculously soft, the strands curling about your fingers.

And then he starts to move.

Your head is a mess, still confused as anything by what exactly is transpiring. Not half an hour you were here by yourself, and now you’re…

“Din,” you groan. He sets a ruthless pace, hips snapping into yours, jaw dropped as he stares down at where you’re connected. You tilt your head back, kissing his cheek, pressing yourself into him as much as possible, meeting his every thrust.

It’s filthy, the way the sounds of his flesh against yours fill the kitchens, the slick sound of just how wet he’s got you echoing through your mind. He barely touched you, but you were ready before your pants even hit the floor. His kiss has awakened something in you, and you can’t get enough.

He’s big, and it’s a stretch, but the slight burn just makes it better, the pain ebbing just as quickly as it arrived. Your ankles lock around his back, drawing him closer, tipping your head back as he fits his face against your throat.

“You have the sweetest mouth, mesh’la,” he murmurs against your pulse, nipping at your thin skin before laving his tongue over the spot. “I wonder if you’re just as sweet somewhere else.”

His hand drops from your hair only to snake up underneath your shirt, palm cupping your breast, swiping his thumb across your nipple. You keen up into the touch, back bowing to push your chest towards him, but then it’s gone, hand dropping between your spread legs. He kisses your throat almost roughly, beard scratching against you, but you barely notice as he slides two fingers through the wetness spilling out around his cock inside you, then draws them up, moving in a perfect circle over your clit. It knocks you breathless, yanking at his shirt desperately.

Then he pulls his fingers away, pushing them between his lips and moaning at the taste.

“I was right,” he murmurs, dropping his hand again, drawing another circle around you. “Just as sweet.”

Your brain is swimming with pleasure, unable to push a coherent thought past your lips, nothing but his name drawled out, bouncing off the walls. “Din.”

“I’ve dreamed about this for so long,” he grunts out, thrusting deeper than before, tightening an arm around your waist again, keeping you close. You drape your arms around his neck, pushing your face into his collar. “Touching you like this, being so deep inside you. Hearing the sounds you’d make for me, tasting your mouth. Gods, mesh’la, you’re more than I ever could have dreamed.”

He rubs a hard circle against you and you cry out, digging your hands into his shoulders, holding on for dear life. “Please, Din.”

His hips continue to piston against yours, and his fingers continue to circle your clit. Your nerves sing in response, sparks of pleasure shooting up and down every limb, your jaw going slack against his chest as it starts to pulse through you, hitting you like a blaster bolt to the stomach. Your whole body seizes, nails digging in hard, and Din gasps, pressing his mouth against the crown of your head, hips still moving. “So tight,” he chokes out, “are you…? Can I…?”

“Implant,” you whisper out, and there’s only a breath before he’s finding his own bliss, gripping you so tightly you can barely breathe. You lift your head as he gasps, grabbing his chin and tilting his face so you can kiss his pretty mouth, swallowing down his sounds until he stills against you.

You legs are numb, fingers and toes tingling as you both catch your breath.

And then you both start laughing.

It’s blissful laughter, interspersed between kisses and gentle touches. He stays there, fitted between your legs, pushing the hair from your face and kissing every inch of your face until you’re giggling helplessly, gripping his waist like a lifeline.

A knock at the door makes you both freeze.

Myla calls your name. “Are you coming or what?”

You look at Din, open-mouthed, and he just starts to laugh. “Be there in a second!”

It’s a slightly awkward shuffle apart, both of you wincing slightly as he pulls out of you. You both redress yourselves, righting clothing that had been moved askew, running a hand through your hair. Din pulls up the collar of your shirt, pressing it against your throat. “I left a mark,” he admits, his voice a little sheepish, and you lean in to steal a kiss, your lips soft against his.

“That’s okay,” you tell him, fingers under his scratchy chin. “I like it.”

He blinks down at you, tilting his head to the side, letting his hand span your ribs. “Can I see you again?”

You just nod before you lean up on your toes to kiss him softly once more, and then you turn on your heel and disappear out the door, careful to make sure it closes behind you, keeping him hidden.

You see him again the next night.

And the night after that, and the night after that. A few days you go without, only to deter the other servants who have been asking questions, wondering where you’ve been disappearing to. You can only chalk so much of it up to late nights spent in the kitchens, especially when your bed lies empty and you appear the next morning in the same clothes as yesterday.

Before long, it’s been months of secret trysts and stolen kisses.

Sometimes, he comes to you in the kitchens, like he had that first night. Other times, he requests you specifically to bring him dinner in his chambers. He’ll happen to walk down a hallway and find you walking the opposite way, and pull you into a darkened corner, kissing the breath from your lungs before letting you go.

Eventually, he asks to have you moved to the servants quarters on his floor. Your things are moved upstairs, and are very quickly deposited in his rooms. Your every night is spent by his side, and you love it.

You love him.

As time goes on, you learn everything about each other. Your histories, your pasts, the things you love and the things you hate. Every planet you’ve ever visited and the ones you can’t wait to see. Din is planning the trip to Naboo seconds after the words are past your lips.

You voice your hesitation to be with him, what people might say about the king courting a servant girl, but he doesn’t seem to care. “It doesn’t matter what you are, mesh’la,” he tells you. “It matters who you are. And who you are, is the woman I love.”

And then, one night…

You’re both sprawled in his bed, naked as the day you were born, the silk sheets covering you from the waist down. Din’s on his back, head nestled in his pillow, and you’re on your stomach, lying on his chest, your fingers tracing over the scars that litter his body, evidence of the life he once lived. He’s relaxed, but when you glance up, you can see the hard expression on his face. It’s almost like you can see the wheels turning in his head.

“What are you thinking about, cyar’ika?” you ask, leaning up slightly to press a kiss to his jaw.

“I’m thinking,” he starts, and you lean up higher so you can see his face, stare into those gorgeous eyes, “I might like to make you my queen.”

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Sweet Tooth ~ JJK | 5

✨ title: sweet tooth | series (ongoing) ✨ pairing: vampire!jungkook x donor f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ ✨ genre: vampire!au, supernatural!au, eventual romance, slow build, eventual smut ✨ summary: Bills and rent are piling up, so your roommate suggests you look into a gig she stumbled upon. But it's not what you expect. OR Jungkook runs a vampire blood bank, and you service clients with your blood. ✨ playlist | ✨ read on AO3 | Wattpad

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✨ chapter 5 ~ the saint | word count: 6.0k warnings: blood drinking, vampire bites, compulsion/mind control, mysterious jungkook, mentions of death, needles, language, allusions to sex, reader almost falls asleep at the wheel, an erection

Jimin awoke early this morning, writing--but mostly doodling in his journal. His mind wandered to his last interaction with you. The resemblance between you and Nari was uncanny. Though he didn't have a long interaction with Nari, he did have many years of exchanges with those in her lineage--but none resembled her more than you.

He quickly stuffed the journal underneath his pillow when he heard shuffling through the hallway. Taehyung peeked his head into Jimin's room with only sweats on. Jimin guessed Ji-na hadn't left.

"You're up early," Jimin noted, knowing his best friend was a night owl and wasn't one to be up when the sun was out.

Taehyung smirked, munching on a bowl of cereal in his hands. "Someone kept me up all night."

"Mmhm, I bet," he said, shifting himself on the bed, covering up his journal. "Can you guys pipe down? I can hear everything you do, remember?" Jimin pointed to his ears.

"Jealous much?" Taehyung raised a brow, continuing to munch on his cereal.

Jimin scoffed. "Hardly. It doesn't sound like you're doing a good job." He couldn't help teasing his friend. Taehyung and his splendor of women weren't new to Jimin. Years and years of women, some things never change.

Taehyung brought his backhand up, pretending to swat him from far away. "Yah--" he yells, quipping back at his friend, almost spilling his cereal bowl. "Maybe you need a good fuck--what about Ji-na's roommate, the new girl?"

Jimin and you? He laughed, shaking the thought from his head. His only job was to protect you, not fuck you. Besides, you weren't his type.

"You got all that pent-up stress from the business. You need to relax," Taehyung pointed out.

"Yeah, you wanna know why I'm stressed? Cause you're not pulling your weight with all the fucking around you're doing," Jimin spat out at him. JK didn't employ the two of them for the hell of it. There's a business to run.

"Yah--it's not my fault," he said with his mouth full of milk, practically spitting it across Jimin's bedroom floor.

"We're leaving for Daegu in two days, so tell Ji-na to go home." Jimin didn't want her to tag along for their trip, and JK trusted them and didn't need Ji-na to mess it up.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry. I'll be there." He didn't know the big deal, and Taehyung could just compel her to do whatever he wanted.

Don't get Jimin wrong, he liked Ji-na, but she loved sticking her nose where it didn't belong--like bringing you in on this vampire business. He never wanted you to be in any part of it, but here you were, sleeping soundly down the hall. Maybe it was better to keep a close eye on you rather than be a shadow lurking from far away.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Jimin cried, sweeping across his dresser, causing the books and trinkets to fall onto the ground.

Taehyung ran into Jimin's room. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he shouted, looking at the mess his best friend had made. "What the hell, man? Did something happen?"

With eyes focused on Taehyung, Jimin charged into him, pushing harshly against the wall with such force it caused a dent. "You! You happened! You and your stupid new plaything," Jimin was referring to Ji-na. "I fucking told you not to mess around with her, and you didn't fucking listen. AGAIN!" Jimin's nostrils flared, the veins around his eyes erupting from underneath his precious pale skin, fangs out, ready to pierce them into someone.

"I'm just having some fun with her, and then she brought in her roommate. The more, the merrier, right?" Taehyung smirked.

Jimin told him not to talk to Ji-na at the bar, but Taehyung being Taehyung, didn't listen, didn't care, and did what he wanted, whomever he wanted. "No, you shithead. I don't want her involved."

"Why not? You know how much we love new blood."

"You don't fucking get it. How would you?"

"What are you talking about?"

Even if Jimin tried to explain, Taehyung wouldn't understand. When Jimin first heard your voice over the intercom, he was trying to come up with excuses to make you leave, but JK was already expecting you. It was too late when he opened the door, and you were standing in front of him. A part of him was close to compelling you to leave and never come back, but to deceive JK would be a stupid thing to do - practically asking for a death sentence.

"You could've compelled her and told her to go away. Did you forget you're a vampire?" Taehyung ridiculed him as they'd never used their abilities before.

"Forget? How can I forget? I have a lifetime of this life, all thanks to you," Jimin spat out.

"You're still mad about that? Come on, man, it's been so long. And you must admit, vampire life is ten times better than that measly little life we were living."

Yes, there were perks to being a vampire, and at one point, Jimin enjoyed it, even letting his humanity go, but he was tired of living this way. Was this all there would be to life?

Eat, sleep, work, kill?

But then there was you, probably the only thing keeping him alive. Taehyung was lucky Jimin made a promise to Nari.

Did he like that you were now involved in this vampire business? No, but he'd figure it out somehow.

When you opened your bedroom door, you found Jimin in an 'about to knock' state with his fist in the air. You chuckled at the funny expression on his face. "Hi," you uttered.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting you to open the door. I'm normally better at this whole thing."

You thought he would step out of your way since you had an appointment soon, but he didn't move an inch.

"Can we talk for a second?"

Opening your door wider for him, you stepped away to let him in, closing the door behind you. "What's up?"

"How...how are you?" he asked as though he hadn't seen you, but the two of you had dinner together just last night.

Unsure of his intentions, you answered him anyway. "I'm fine. How are you?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this.

"Good. I'm good. Just wanted to make sure you're all set for today's appointment."

Ah, so this is what this conversation was about. Why didn't Jimin just spit it out? "Do I sense concern for my well-being? I may not have vampire senses, but I do have Spidey senses," you chuckled at your little joke.

"Spidey senses?"

"Vampires don't watch a lot of movies, do they?"

"Is this what the young kids are watching these days?"

Young kids?You laughed at his comment and supposed you were young compared to Jimin. "Wait, how oldare youexactly?"

Jimin looked at his feet, indistinctly muttering under his breath.

You held your hand up to your ear. "I'm sorry, I don't have the supernatural ability to hear like vampires. What did you say?"

He cleared his throat. "I'll be 102 this year." Even Jimin couldn't believe how long he's been alive. It was never his intention, but here he was, almost 102.

An audible gasp left your mouth. You didn't mean to make a big deal, but holy shit. You would never want to live that long - you'd be bored out of your mind, but imagine all the things you could accomplish.

"Yah--I look good for 101. Don't you think?" He pointed out, fixing his perfect blonde hair with his fingers.

You snorted. "Easy for you to say! You're never going to age physically. As for me, I'll be all old and wrinkly."

Jimin laughed. He quite liked that idea, seeing you grow old and wrinkly. You deserved to live a full life, even if it meant being alongside vampires. He'd do his best to make sure you would see and do everything you'd want.

"Are you on your way to your appointment?"

"Yeah, I was about to head there right now," you said, turning around to grab something out of your bag, which was sitting on the dresser.

Jimin's eyes narrowed at what you grabbed. Something shiny caught his eye. "What's that?"

You held out your hand, revealing a fistful of Hershey's Kisses wrapped in silver. "Want one? It's been helping me calm my nerves." Again, the last appointment was traumatic, but the bills weren't going to pay themselves, right?

Jimin plucked a Hershey's Kiss from your palm, unwrapping the silver and white tag before tossing it in the trash. "I prefer the one with almonds," he grinned, holding his arm for you to take.

"Noted."

Was this the real reason why Jimin showed up outside your door? He wanted to make sure you made it to your appointment, alright? Sweet of him, but you've spent days mentally preparing for this appointment. You didn't need a babysitter, and you were sure he had better things to do with his time.

The sun had barely gone down when you showed up at your appointment - only this time, you weren't alone when you arrived.

Mrs. Kim was in her usual spot, but you spotted a young woman in her early 20s waiting for her appointment. It looked as though she'd been here before, and she didn't look nervous since she was busy filing her nails.

"Mrs. Kim, what's Dani's ETA? I have places to be," the young woman complained. "He was supposed to be here anhourago."

"Chae-won-ah, if you want to get paid, you must donate. You know the rules," Mrs. Kim explained, pushing her spectacles further up the bridge of her nose. She glared at Chae-won before indulging in her book.

Chae-won uncrossed her legs, facing Mrs. Kim. "He'salwayslate, and it's so annoying," she whined, acting as though her whining would make Dani hurry to his appointment.

Mrs. Kim sighed, clearly irritated with Chae-won and her impatience. She firmly closed her book. "There's nothing I can do about that. He comes when he comes."

The two continued bickering until Chae-won was fed up with all the excuses. She huffed, stomping her feet over to the small coffee station, putting a coffee pod into the machine - the button lighting up for her to push. The coffee's quiet dripping and the familiar aroma were soothing - it helped calm your nerves. Brewing coffee in your apartment always made your home feel like a home. Though--not like anyone could call this blood bank a home.

You quickly glanced at Chae-won before checking in with Mrs. Kim, grabbing your buzzer, and awaiting your turn to go in. She was frustrated as she put creamer into her mug, causing coffee to splatter onto the crisp white table.

"Sweetheart..." You and Chae-won peered at Mrs. Kim, but she directed her attention to you. "Your room is ready, and your client will see you in room three."

Chae-won glared in your direction, annoyed that she was here first but you were going in before her. She hated that she was always paired up with Dani, she'd prefer others, but it wasn't her choice.

Politely, you nodded, standing to make your way to the door marked three. As you gripped the buzzer, it almost slipped out of your hand due to excess sweat beginning to form.You got this, and it won't be like last time.

Once you reached the door and walked through the threshold, you recalled your previous appointment with Lucas. You shut your eyes, shaking the thought away.

The man sitting on the leather sofa happily hummed a tune as you approached him. "Oh, hello," he perked up in his seat. "New blood,hmm?"

Was there a sign plastered to you? Or could he smell you once you opened the door? Regardless, you greeted him with a thin smile, narrowing your eyes at the silver tray in front of him. This wasnotgoing to be a typical appointment...or would it?

The silver tray held a pair of gloves, an alcohol wipe packet, a tourniquet, a tube, a needle, a band-aid, and the oddest item was a coffee mug.Yes- a coffee mug.

After noticing the tray of medical supplies, you observed the glass of water and the small yellow packet sitting next to it, wondering what it could be.

He could sense your nervousness as he began to put on the purple latex gloves. He was acutely aware of it once blood donors understood his way of collecting the blood he craved.

You sat next to the handsome man with shoulders as wide as the ocean and a gaze that could pierce your soul. You didn't want to underestimate this vampire like you did the last. Though, by the looks of it, he'd be an interesting one.

His eyes roamed over you from head to toe, flashing a grin before introducing himself. "The name's Jin." You sheepishly nod. "As you can tell, I do things a little differently. Are you scared of needles?"

Who likes them, is what you thought. "I don't love being poked, but I'll do whatever's necessary." To be honest, you'd prefer being pricked by a needle over-pierced by two fangs. Needles were bearable.

Jin's face lit up in delight. "Ah--that's what I like to hear." He happily grabbed the gloves and proceeded to put them on.

Did every vampire have their kink on how they'd draw blood? Jin would be on your list of strange and peculiar immortals.

"Arm," Jin instructed, holding out his purple gloved hand, and in the other was the tourniquet. You complied with no hesitation on your part. He tightly knotted the elastic around your bicep, making you extend your arm to feel for your veins. Jin leaned in closer, inspecting your arm. "My goodness, I'm going to need a microscope to find your veins," he teased.

It's been a minute since you've been poked with a needle, and suddenly your mouth became dry, causing you to gulp. You tried to break up your nervousness by asking Jin some questions. "So, um...how did you learn to do all of this?" Not every day do you meet a vampire who knows how to draw blood this way.

"YouTube," he said casually, continuing on his quest to find the perfect vein.

You audibly gasped, and your eyes bulged. "What?" There was no way you were going to let a vampire draw your blood who learned it from a YouTube tutorial. This was in no way hygienic, was it? You were close to pulling your arm away and choosing the latter option.

Jin laughed at how easily you were fooled. "I'm kidding. I'm a doctor."

A quiet 'oh' escaped your lips.

"I like you." He grinned. While he was distracting you with his jokes, you didn't even notice he had already swabbed your arm, pricked you with the needle, and began drawing your blood, which was going through the plastic tube and dripping into the coffee mug.

"When did you...?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm a good doctor, and I've hadyearsof experience."

Of course, you had plenty of questions now that you learned he was a doctor, and again, your mouth was always faster than your brain. "Then why don't you get blood from where you work?"

"Ha--See, that would be too easy, now, wouldn't it? To be honest, yes, I could get blood from my job, but why raise concerns when there doesn't have to be any?" Jin sat in a relaxed position, spreading his legs, waiting for your blood to drain into his mug.

You supposed he was right. Vampires probably had to stay under the radar to not get caught. "If you're a doctor, don't you see patients during the day?" Again, your mind is flooded with question after question.

"You're a curious one, aren't you?" He cocked an eyebrow and sported a smirk, but he had no intention of answering your question. Some vampire secrets needed to stay a secret.

Glancing at the coffee mug nearly full, Jin snagged the cotton ball, pressing it where the needle met your vein. He carefully placed the needle on the tray. He grabbed the band-aid, ripped the package, and retrieved the flexible unicorn print adhesive on your wound.

Why couldn't all of your appointments be like this, you thought. Needles? Sure. Vampire fangs? You might have to rethink this. Would you be able to request Jin all the time?

After wrapping you up nicely and neatly, he relaxed on the leather sofa with his coffee mug in hand, taking a sip and licking the blood that escaped into the corner of his mouth.

Jin hummed. "Jimin was right. Youaresweet."

You slowly craned your neck in his direction, the follicles on your arms raising, your face turning pale like you'd seen a ghost.

Sweet.

It's the second time you've heard this. How was this possible? It's certainly not a coincidence unless vampires are compulsive liars - well...Regardless, you needed to get down to the bottom of this. Maybe Jimin could be of some help.

A sudden cheerful smile was plastered on your face, causing Jin to scowl at your drastic behavior change. "Can I be of any other service to you today?"

Jin shifted his position on the sofa, straightening his back and placing his mug on the tray. "We're all done, but you should drink some liquid IV before you go," he insisted.

You straightened out your slacks when you stood, "I'm okay tha--"

You had awoken in the room you had grown accustomed to. You were sure you were overstaying your welcome, but something must have happened again. The last thing you could remember was talking to Jin, and everything became pitch black.

No wonder after an appointment, it's suggested a donor should stay overnight in case anything happens - primarilydying. It would be unfavorable for you to die with vampire blood in your system, but who knows, did you even have any tonight if you ended up in your room?

Have you entertained the thought of being a vampire? Of course, you have. Who hadn't after watching the Twilight series - though you were a bit disappointed they didn't glitter in the sunlight. But again, what vampire would want to be caught burning in the sun just to glitter? You weren't sure how that all made sense.

But you promised yourself you'd make enough money to live a cushy lifestyle, have Jimin compel you to forget and move on with your life, and wouldn't be involved with any more vampire business. You feared life would become complicated if you continued down this path.

Donor appointments wore you out, and the chocolate helped a bit, but again, you were famished, ready to devour whatever was in the fridge. After changing into your pajamas, you made your way down the familiar corridor of JK's home. Did it still creep you out? Yes, it was another reminder of why you needed to get out of this business as soon as possible.

When you opened the fridge, it was pretty empty, which was disappointing, but the freezer, not so much - it was always filled with some kind of ice cream. This time instead of cookies and cream, it was replaced with an infinite supply of...sweet corn ice cream. Were you looking at this correctly?

"Well..." you narrowed your eyes at the peculiar flavor of ice cream. "It's this, or I go back to bed on an empty stomach." Not like ice cream is the worst to eat in the middle of the night, but your sweet tooth always got the best of you.

Ripping the plastic open, you were baffled by the ice cream's shape. You didn't think it would look like an ear of corn, and here goes nothing -and it was nothing like you expected. The ice cream itself wasn't bad, typical vanilla encased in a chocolate wafer, but what threw you off were the pieces of corn embedded within the vanilla ice cream.

Interesting.

"Those are hard to come by, so you better finish that," a low husky voice chimed in from behind, making your heart jump out of your chest.

"Jesus, fucking Mary--" you turned around to see who the mystery person was. "And JK!" Why, why did he always have to sneak up on you like that?

"I'm not Jesus, nor should we fuck Mary. Hardly a saint, more of a sinner," JK said with a smug smile. "It's starting to become routine, us meeting in the middle of the night while you're helping yourself to my supply of ice cream." He continued to blankly stare at you, holding the melting ice cream.

"Stop sneaking up on me like that. It's not very nice."

JK chuckled. "Sorry, it's kinda my thing."

When you stepped closer to JK, he was dressed nicely in a red bomber and black slacks. You didn't mean to, but you eyed him from head to toe, causing him to smirk. You cleared your throat when you noticed the smirk, quickly darting your eyes away. "Are you headed out somewhere? It's two in the morning."

"Yeah, I have some things to take care of," he said ambiguously, with no intention of clarifying what he was up to.

You could sense you weren't welcomed, so you took your ice cream and walked past him, mumbling a 'kay.' Reminding yourself to stop getting up in the middle of the night. Stupid sweet tooth.

With his hands in his pant pockets, JK watched you pass by and debated with himself before speaking up, "Do...you wanna go with me?"

His question caused you to stop in your tracks. Was JK's hard, mysterious exterior starting to melt? Was he finally warming up to you, to having you around? You never understood his deal and why he was so cold and awkward when you were around the house. Turning to face him, you answered, "Sure, but first, let me change." Wherever the two of you were headed, you were sure you shouldn't be in your pajamas.

JK didn't inform you of any details of where you were headed, and you didn't expect him to. You supposed you trusted him in a weird sense, that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you - you were, after all, an employee of his. You suspected he'd want to keep you alive for his benefit and the benefit of his business. You weren't sure what his gain was of keeping this blood bank business, but maybe one day you'd find out.

The ride to your unknown destination was uneventful. JK didn't make a peep - no music or conversation, only the quiet hum of his car filled the silence between you. And to be honest, JK was intimidating, not because he was a vampire but because you felt drawn to him and didn't know why. There was a desire in you, urging, pleading, wanting to blurt out everything on your mind. Ask him all these things you're sure others have already asked throughout his lifetime. So, you tried to distract yourself by looking out the darkened window, letting your mind wander off into the unknown.

You awoke when you felt the car come to a halt. JK pressed the ignition button to turn off the car, not even bothering to tell you that you've arrived at your destination. At the same time, he opened the driver's door, letting himself out.

Quickly, you straightened your posture and tried to flatten down any hair out of place. Oh god, there was dried slobber in the corner of your mouth. JK saw that. God, you're so fucking cute.

Two pounds on top of the car spooked you, making you jumpy again. "Chop chop, sleeping beauty. I don't have all day," JK implored while leaning against his car. "Got places to be, people to see."

Stepping out of the car, you quickly stood to your feet, closed the door, and swiftly followed him. You glanced at your surroundings to see where you were. In front of you stood a facility overlooking the ocean - were you in Busan?

As the two of you approached the building, you squinted at the sign placed off to the side,Busan Community Blood Bank. Coming to a blood bank didn't explain anything, and knowing JK, he'd go around in circles if you asked him questions. Taking one more look at the sign, did you just read,Donated by Jeon Jeongguk?

What the hell was going on? And what were you getting intoagain?

"You...really run a blood bank?" You asked with a confused expression. This revelation was surprising. You had this stereotype of vampires, and JK was nothing like what you've seen portrayed in movies and TV shows. Was it fair to assume that all vampires were vicious and terrible people? No...so maybe it was time to change that.

Of all people, you didn't think JK would be considered asaint. Everyone in the clinic, including staff and patients, greeted him warmly with huge smiles as he continued walking through the hallway with you. Though you couldn't help but think of the worst at the same time, was everyone under his vampire compulsion, or were they employed by a man who hasn't aged a day since he was, oh, you don't know 22 or 23?

Curiosity got the best of you, and with your mouth being faster than your brain like always, "Are they being compelled?" You asked, blabbering away with a running list of questions in your head. JK swiftly whisked you away into an empty room, pushing you against the wall, covering your mouth, putting his index finger to his lips, and urging you to be quiet. You tried muttering something through his hold, but he wouldn't budge. Instead, he glared at you, eyes dilating, forgetting he couldn't compel you.

"Gotta know when to shut your mouth, love. You never know who's listening," JK cautioned, finally letting you go from his grasp as he stepped back from you. He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

With a remorseful expression, you apologized to him for being forward. "I'll be careful. I'm sorry."

He didn't bother to acknowledge you, but he fixed his red bomber jacket and walked out of the room with no intent on telling you why the two of you were there. To be honest, his behavior towards you started to get on your nerves. Did he hate you or something? Why bother asking if you wanted to tag along if you were only going to be an annoyance to him? Would you ever come to fully understand this immortal being? Probably not.

The morning consisted of gallivanting around the blood bank and talking with the rest of the staff. As you expected, many of the women staff and even some of the men fawned over JK, making him blush and giggle. This new side of JK was perplexing to see. You didn't know what to make of it. Was it real? Was it fake? So many questions...

You stopped in front of a photo, framed to the wall at the back entrance of the facility, and there it was, JK shaking hands with another man, underneath the photo was the date - 1852. Pointing to the photo, you whispered to JK, "How do you get away withthis? Hmm?"

JK toyed with his lip ring, hands behind his back as he brushed past you. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Guess you'd find out another time about Jeon Jeongguk -the saint.

Following JK, another woman staff sheepishly greeted him, "Hi Jungkookie," before running away, the blush on her cheeks as red as JK's jacket.

"Jungkookie?" you teased. You'd remember that next time when you wanted to annoy him.

"If you don't want to call me JK, you can call me Jungkook. It's harder for people to pronounce my birth name, so I tell people to call me JK or Jungkook."

It was funny that JK mentioned that. You noticed throughout your time here, that the staff informally called him Jungkook. Maybe his relationship with his staff went beyond just business.

"Well...that'sridiculous." Jungkook furrowed his brows. "Oh no! Not your name! I mean, if people pronounce Timothee Chalamet, they can pronounce Jeongguk." You quite liked how his name rolled off your tongue. Not that it should be intimate, but you wondered how often he heard others call him by his birth name and if it was something he preferred.

JK chuckled. "Who's that?" he asked. You assumed he was referring to Timothee Chalamet.

You smiled and shook your head. "No one important."

"Did Jimin or Taehyung tell you my birth name?"

"Oh no...I briefly saw it in the signed contract, and it was written outside on the sign." Paying attention to details was your thing, especially when it came to your favorite creative things to do. It was kind of your job to pay attention to details like that.

"Ah, I see. Well, you can call me whatever you're comfortable with then." JK flashed a smile, which was a rare sight for anyone to see.

As the two of you roamed through the clinic, the path you were on led you out toward a small garden overlooking the ocean. It was confirmed that you were indeed in Busan. It's been a while since you were on the coast, so this little impromptu trip was a pleasant surprise.

"You okay?" JK asked.

"Yeah...I'm okay. I think I'm just overwhelmed at times by this whole vampire world. I mean, when Ji-na said that there was this job she had--I wasn't expecting this at all. Well, to be honest, I wasn't sure what I was expecting when I made the call. I just went with my gut, and now, here I am."

JK nodded, wanting to understand your concerns. "No, I get it. When I first turned, I felt my whole life was upside down. There were times when I didn't want to bethis--a vampire anymore," he said casually, hands in his jacket pockets as he continued walking towards the edge to see the ocean view.

This was the first time you heard that JK didn't want to be a vampire. Curiosity always got the best of you and would wander to the depths of your mind, thinking about the what-ifs. Would you, yourself, ever want to become a vampire? The endless possibilities you'd have, but then again, hearing JK's perspective, maybe it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows - perhaps it was just torment and agony over a prolonged life that seemed to never end.

You had suddenly stopped, so he looked back to wait for you. "Don't get me wrong. Being a vampire has its perks, but sometimes there's just this ceaseless thing called life."

"So you don't want to live forever?" you asked when you caught up to him.

JK let out a hearty laugh. "God no---there's nothing I want to keep me here, keep me somewhat alive."

"Well, there must have been something or someone to keep you going throughout your lifetime." You imagined he had a myriad of stories and adventures throughout his life, and you were sure he'd open up more in due time, but for now, you wouldn't pry.

The breeze picked up; you guessed it was because you were near the ocean. Although the warmth from the sun began to hide behind the summer clouds, you wouldn't trade this moment for anything. You loved the sea and its vastness of the unknown, which reminded you of JK. You hadn't known him for that long, but you wanted to know more, but that's only if he were to allow it. You didn't want to put your nose where it didn't belong.

JK observed you close your eyes, soaking in the gentle mist, lightly touching your face. He chuckled to himself, remembering how he used to enjoy the small joys in life. And after being alive for so long - he forgot what it felt like - to be human.

The ride back to Seoul was, again, uneventful. JK wasn't much of a conversationalist, which was fine - it was nice to be in his presence, with no need to fill the awkward silence with nonsense.

"Thanks for letting me tag along on your little trip. You didn't have to, but you did," you remarked, grabbing your bag from his trunk.

He flashed a close-lipped smile and nodded.

"I should go home before it gets late. I'll see you later, JK."

"Jungkook," he stated firmly while closing the trunk.

You smiled. "Jungkook."

"You know, you're more than welcome to stay over whenever you want. I know the drive is long."

His suggestion was unexpected. "Oh...it's fine. I kind of like the drive, and it gives me time to think," you said before opening the car door to the driver's side, "Have a good night,Jungkook."

"...Night."

Your day with Jungkook was unplanned, but it was lovely. He seemed as though he was beginning to open up a bit more with you.

On the drive back to Seoul, your eyes were heavy with sleep, but you were only fifteen minutes away from your place. You shook off sleepiness and straightened your posture, rolling your windows down to get fresh air.

Almost there. Don't fall asleep.

Walking into your apartment after a long drive felt nice. You plopped on your couch, splayed out with no worries in the world. Should you just take a few steps to enter your bedroom? Probably yes, but the couch seemed more comfortable than your bed at the moment. In a wink, your eyes were closed, your mind drifting off into reverie. The day you had was exhausting, so an escape from reality and into fantasy was idyllic.

"I missed you so much," Jungkook whispered as you lay against his chest. It feels as though you've been in this exact position all day.

You grinned. "I haven't left your side."

"It feels like you've been away for a lifetime," he countered, pressing a kiss on top of your head.

Peering up to face him, your hands softly caressing his cheek. "I could spend a lifetime with you," you said, reaching to kiss him.

The sound of your bluebirds' alarm awakened you from your dream. It was odd to have dreamt of Jungkook, your second one, and it felt so real - like he was really with you in bed, but the thing was, you were asleep on the couch. So how could this be? Dreams were always trippy and you could never tell how they started.

Rubbing your eyes. "Way too much vampire interaction, that's probably why," you muttered.

"Jungkook-ah," Jimin repeated his name several times before snapping out of dreamland.

"Mm, what?" Jungkook mumbled, wiping the drool that pooled in the corner of his mouth.

"You were dreaming."

"Yeah, and I was rudely interrupted," he grumbled, uncovering the duvet from himself and heading to the bathroom.

Jimin chuckled, following behind. "We're dead, but clearly, your dick is alive. Must have been a good dream."

"What do you want?" Jungkook blurted in annoyance, turning on the faucet and beginning to splash water on his face.

"Taehyung and I are leaving soon. Do you need anything else from us before we go?"

Jungkook peered at Jimin through the mirror, water beading from his hair onto his face. "Just make sure they're not fucking up this whole operation. We've had too many incidents lately, and I don't want people snooping around."

Jimin saluted him. "Got it, boss." He quickly stepped away, giving Jungkook some privacy.

Jungkook made sure to listen to Jimin close the door before taking a deep breath and looking at himself in the mirror.

Get ahold of yourself, he thought. It's just a dream, but they were your dreams. Dreams that he wanted to continue invading, but he knew he shouldn't. Dreams where he wondered if they could become real. But dreams were dangerous - dangerous because he was creating a fantasy that he could never live in, or could he?

✨ next chapter ~ the sinner

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second-star-to-motunui · 2 years

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Think you could do part 3 of Yuu is Autistic! but with Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook and Lilia this time?

Yuu is Autistic! Pt 3

✨Feat. Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Ruggie Bucchi, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Jamil Viper, Rook Hunt, Ortho Shroud, Lilia Vanrouge and Silver✨

They/Them pronouns for reader. MC is referred to as Yuu

Oh dear, oh precious.

Trey recognizes Yuu’s autistic behavior instantly and makes it his mission to ensure that they’re taken care of. They remind him so much of his younger autistic sibling, he doesn’t want Yuu to struggle here.

When Yuu is visiting Heartslabyul, Trey sticks to them like glue. He helps them remember the rules, spoils them with their favorite treats and makes sure they aren’t doing anything self destructive like pulling at skin on their lips, biting their mouth or chewing on nails, etc.

Yuu is nonverbal? No problem. Trey knows sign language. He’ll teach all of Heartslabyul how to sign if it means making Yuu feel comfy and at home! Heck, with Riddle’s help they can definitely make it mandatory to learn.

“Ah ah, leave your nails alone, Yuu. You’ll hurt your fingers if you keep that up. Hm? … That snack again? It’s so sugary though! … Ok, I’ll make you one. Only if you promise to brush your teeth extra good tonight, ok?”

Cater saw Yuu nuzzling their nose into some roses for that Good Sensory feeling and flapping their hands and he MELTED they were SO CUTE. He caught the whole thing on video and posted it on Magicam along with a explanation on stimming, with some help from Trey and the Ok from Yuu.

Now Cater posts about Autism Awareness quite frequently, with Yuu as the star! All his followers are educated about stimming, same foods, sensory issues and info-dumping all within a matter of weeks.

Wait, in Yuu’s world the symbol for Autism Awareness was a rainbow infinity sign? Well shit now that’s gonna be symbol in Twisted Wonderland, too! Cater pretty much harasses Vil into showing off the symbol to his massive following. He nearly books it to RSA to see if Neige can do it too!

Sometimes Cater does livestreams that are just Yuu info-dumping about things they love while the two of them play with stim toys. It’s Cater’s favorite thing in the world.

“Yuu? Ah, there you are! Trey told me you were playing in the roses! LOL, you’ve got some rose petals in your hair! You are such a cutie! CLICK! #PlayingInTheRoses #Stimming #AutismAwareness. Wanna go with me to the school store when your done here? I can wait, hon!”

So that’s why Leona kept snatching the meat off Yuu’s plate and giving them his vegetables… f*cking Bad Sensory.

Ruggie isn’t that worried about Yuu’s autism until he notices them crying and covering their ears during Spelldrive practice. Apparently the disc flew too close to the bleachers, nearly hit them and sent them into a panic. Ruggie sprints over to Yuu to make sure they’re ok.

He doesn’t get why autism makes Yuu crave sugar but whatever. It’s a great excuse to snatch some money from Leona and get some donuts! Plus, Yuu looks so happy when they’re eating a sugary treat, Ruggie knows Leona can’t say no!

If Yuu’s having a bad day and Ruggie can’t get his hands on anything sugary, he will quite literally drag Jack over so Yuu can play with his fluffy tail. What? His tail is too small and Jack’s is fluffy perfection.

“Did you give Leona all the meat from your lunch again? Sigh, there’s gotta be some kind of meat you like the texture of… Eh well, there’s other ways to get protein I guess. It’s no problem, babe.”

Oh no, another one. Jk, Jade loves Yuu very much. Their autistic tendencies are definitely more manageable than Floyd’s though, he’ll admit that.

He did trigger Yuu on accident though. He made the mistake of assuming they didn’t like mushrooms the same way Floyd did, but apparently Yuu gets legitimately bothered by the way some mushrooms look to the point it upsets them. Jade makes sure from then on to keep his mushrooms away from Yuu.

Jade doesn’t know why, but something about the way Yuu can’t sit still is adorable to him. Especially when they kick their legs or tap their heels. It reminds him of when he took human form for the first time and was getting use to his feet.

On Yuu’s bad days, Jade is quick to show up by their side and make them some tea or hot chocolate. He knows how soothing warm drinks can be.

“Here we go, peppermint tea just the way you like it. What’s that you’re playing with? Oh, I see. Azul shared some of his treasures with you. I find it fascinating that little trinkets like this give you two such joy.”

Floyd straight up asks if autism is like aids, resulting in a smack upside the head from Jade. He was just kidding, he’s not that stupid.

He is quite interested in Yuu’s mannerisms though. Like when they walk with their hands out that their sides like a plane. Or when they twiddle and twitch their fingers. Even they way they talk fast and stumble over their own words make Floyd wanna hug and squish em like a lil baby!

However if anyone else teases Yuu for these mannerisms, Floyd is gonna squeeze that fucker til their bones break. Nobody teases Shrimpy but him.

If Floyd and Yuu’s bad days sync up they can be found together, wrapped in blankets like grumpy sushi rolls while Jade supplies them with snacks and drinks.

“Waaa, I’m so out of it, Lil’ Shrimpy… Hm? You too, huh? What do you say we skip today? We can bury ourselves in blankets and nobody will find us! Don’t worry, Jade will have our backs! Plus I got a secret snack stash under my bed!”

Seeing how sensitive and/or childish Yuu can be, Jamil might accidentally baby them for a bit until he learns he shouldn’t infantilize an autistic person. He won’t do it unless Yuu is ok with being babied.

But between Yuu and Kalim, Jamil feels like he needs some leashes because god these two are hard to keep up with. Listening to both of them rambling is like trying to watch two TV shows at the same time. Jamil doesn’t mind it though. He won’t admit but Yuu and Kalim are his two favorite people.

Jamil understood same foods quickly. Yuu likes to eat some of the same things because of familiarly? That’s fine. It’s nice actually. Per Kalim’s request, Jamil teaches himself how to make all the foods Yuu is comfy with so he can have something prepared for them when they visit Scarabia.

One time, Jamil noticed Yuu was very fixated on Kalim while he was talking about something but it didn’t seem like they were listening. Turns out they were distracted by all his jangly, shiny bracelets and charms. Jamil found it immensely adorable.

“Hey, Yuu. Ace told me you like feathers and I came across this scarlet macaw feather today. It’s pretty, isn’t it? I knew you’d like it. I can take you to see the birds in person if you’d like. Kalim’s been bugging me about getting one as a pet, haha.”

The first time Rook met Yuu, and he thrusted his hand out for a handshake, the prefect just nervously stared at his hand before slowly wrapping their small hand around his fingers. It was a rather shy, awkward attempt at returning the gesture. Rook had his heart stolen right then and there.

Rook is chatty, everyone knows that. The only time he’s quiet is when Yuu is rambling or just making happy sounds as they stim. He watches them with the dreamiest smile on his face.

He doesn’t like Yuu’s bad habits; scratching at their face, pulling at their eyelashes, pulling hair out, etc. It doesn’t help when Vil chides them about it either. Rook takes it upon himself to help Yuu with a skincare routine they can manage. He adores styling their hair and cleaning their face. Yuu can expect lots of personal care days with him.

A student rudely told Yuu to shut up when they were making happy sounds once. That person has yet to be found. Rook knows nothing. He doesn’t.

“Oh, no no no! Don’t scratch your face! Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to startle you. Here, let’s go clean that up… Hm? Don’t apologize, dear! You shouldn’t be sorry for how you feel. Would a treat cheer you up?”

Two Idias? Two Idias!

Ortho is super attentive to Yuu’s needs. It was his idea to gift Yuu a magic tablet to talk with if and/or when they have nonverbal days. He selects the apps for all of Yuu’s needs from games that provide stimulation to apps for keeping up with schedules, health and other things.

Ortho won’t stop buying comfort items for Yuu online. Every so often Idia will find extra packages, alongside his own impulse purchases, that are usually full of stuffed animals, sweets or weighted blankets. He honestly doesn’t have the heart to scold Ortho for this.

Yuu gets sad when they info dump but nobody cares enough to listen… So Ortho downloads all the information he can on the topics they like so he can talk about them with Yuu too!

“Are you feeling unwell? I noticed that your levels of fatigue are quite high today! Let me run a quick diagnostic… Oh, are you experiencing depression? Let’s do something fun together to cheer you up!”

Lilia’s dealt with Sebek long enough to understand autism. He learns everything else from Cater’s Autism Awareness posts.

When Yuu and the other first years were hanging out at Diasomnia, Sebek had gotten some food for them. Lilia noticed Yuu looked uncomfortable and pulled them aside to ask if they were ok. Turns out it was because of the styrofoam packages the food was in. Yuu couldn’t stand the sound of styrofoam let alone touching it. Styrofoam is now banned in Diasomnia.

Lilia is always keeping an eye on Yuu to make sure they aren’t getting triggered… which is mostly because of Sebek’s loud ass. Lilia is constantly putting that boy in timeout for not using his inside voice or for upsetting Yuu.

Like Malleus, Lilia finds absolute fascination in the little things Yuu does. The sound of bubble wrap popping makes them happy? They like the feel of soft things like petals and feather? Even touching Malleus’s horns brings a smile to the human’s face! Lilia wants to see Yuu happy all the time!

“What are you up to, dear? … Again? Don’t worry, I’ll have a word with Sebek about that. Actually… you didn’t hear it from me, but Malleus quite loves it when you play with his horns! He says it makes him happy to see you smile! Let’s keep that secret between us, ok?”

Silver was taking a nap when he was woken up by Sebek yelling. He saw Yuu running away crying and breathing heavily. Silver was worried, so he stopped Yuu to help them calm down. All they needed was a tight hug to ease their nerves.

There’s a lot to Yuu’s autism Silver doesn’t understand, but he’ll do whatever he can to help them feel comfortable.

Silver likes when Yuu stims by making sounds with their mouth. It’s cute! They do it a lot when Silver’s animal friends are around. Yuu likes to try and pet all of them while they’re humming a song.

If Yuu gets overwhelmed by loud noises or is panicking, Silver will cover their ears and let them lay in his lap until they calm down.

“Are you alright, Yuu? Your hands are shaking. Here lay down… I might fall asleep but you can stay as long as you want. Take your time, ok?”

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