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vibingandsimping · 8 months

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Random sfw + nsfw thoughts/headcanons for randomly assorted characters from BG3! Excuse any grammatical errors or poor phrasing… it is nearly midnight and I got off work.

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Forewarnings/tags: Trying to keep this gender neutral… mentions of sweat/scent, blood-drinking, possession/control, some tooth-rotting fluff, fingering (receiving + giving), oral (receiving), hate-fucking, some ass-play mentions?, nipple-play, dirty talk, degrading, praise, validation.

Characters involved… Astarion, Wyll + Gortash

Astarion,

If you have warm-blood… such as a living creature. He adores that- his fingers trail along the expanse of your skin and if you could see his eyes you’d swear his name made sense. It has been so long since he had his own warm skin. Since Cazador stripped him of his innocence and life. He lives vicariously through your body. He may be dead but you breathe life into him and he swears his cold-heart no longer beat still.

He admires your features. The more unconventional ones. Like the wrinkles in your skin, the uglier scars that line your flesh. Moles, freckles, stretch marks… they all remind him of how uniquely alive and different you are. He’d kiss each one if you’d let him as his tongue singed praises.

He’d craft you a perfume or cologne to your scent. His senses are heightened as a vampire. He’s pressed his nose against the crook of your flesh more times than he could count. He’s smelt your skin and sweat… all of your essence. He has tasted and inhaled the scent of your blood. With that information, he presents you a mixture of herbs and other properties. Once applied to your skin, it illuminates your personality. Truly, as he said, he missed his calling.

As we all know… this man loves to bite. It is a form of dominance as well intimacy. Your vulnerability and his stake of claim as well as acceptance. You do not truly understand the importance behind the act. He never fed on humanoids until you. You were the sweetest he’d ever tasted… and will ever truly taste. The fact you’d give yourself so willingly gives him a feeling of superiority. As well as a lighter, chest tightening feeling of belonging. As much as you belonged to him, he was also yours.

He truly loves to delve into your pleasure. As much as he is fond of using his tongue… to break you apart with simply his mouth. Watch you crumble and cry from betwixt your thighs, there is also an unremarkable excitement in his fingers. Filling you and stretching you with them. Working to angle and prod the most sensitive parts whilst his tongue slides against yours or along your neck. Licking at the wounds from his feedings. To hear you cry so deliciously from just the thickness and persistence of his fingers strokes his ego. He knows he will fuck you dumb unto his cock.

A shorter smut headcanon but I do believe he’d love cumming on your skin. Your face, chest (particularly loves giving you a pearl necklace, he thinks you look dashing), stomach, thighs… any skin that is available, honestly. There is a strange sense of pride for him in it. To see you covered in him. He also loves to cum inside. Either works, honestly, as long as it is you.

Wyll (this guy has no fics about him. Step up y’alls game)

A true gentleman. He grew up as a son of royalty… what do you expect? If you guys ever had a proper date, he’d dress no less to impress the finest. Honestly, it makes you feel so utterly underdressed. He adorns a wonderful cologne. It is reminiscent of leather, warm spices and a sweeter scent like honey. His vest has gold detailing along a beautiful maroon. Still, in his eyes you are the most stunning thing he’s ever seen. No matter how fancy you dressed. He cannot keep his eyes off you, truly.

We all know he loves to dance. It is something he praises in his dialogue. Still, he wishes no more than to dance with you. If you can or cannot dance, it doesn’t matter. He will teach you the rhythm and steps if you have two left feet. Each time you trip or fall, he simply quirks a smile and offers a hand. He does not judge, only finds some amusement in how adorable he finds you. If you know how to dance? How delightful. He will play some faint music to follow along too. His hand rested along the small of your back and his fingers intertwined with yours. Dipping you and guiding you as the music fades away and you’re left with the trance of his loving gaze.

As much as he is a gentleman, I think he’d love harmless pranks. Gentle teasing of your character to see your frustrations and shock. He’d ‘misplace’ an item of yours to see you scour in confusion. Then, when you look at him, he is holding it out with a devious little smirk. He lets out a chuckle when you stomp over and nearly cuss him out. He loves every side of you and you know that it’s lighthearted fun… and god damn is it hard to hold a grudge when he has a smile like that. Curse him, truly.

He is a simple man, honestly. He takes pleasure in what you take pleasure in. Will indulge your desires and kinks as long as they aren’t particularly destructive. Though, he does have a little… interest. He proposes it one day with some nerve, or, you happen to stumble on it yourself. Nonetheless, he enjoys his ass being prodded during oral. You noticed when a fondling hand upon his balls drifted and brushed against his hole. He stiffened and let out a strained noise. You brushed it again before discovering it was one of pleasure. With that information, do as you will. Just know that it makes him release much easier than he intends. He finds it a dirty (although frustratingly pleasurable) trick when you go down on him.

He enjoys toying with your nipples while either betwixt your thighs or wrapped around you. There is a certain look you hold when his thumbs squeeze and roll them. You arch your back a little more and your thighs quiver as the pleasure shoots between them and enhance what he was giving you. It was truly a sight and he didn’t even have to say anything for you to unravel just the way he’d like. Don’t think it’s just hands, either. He’ll glide his tongue along them, sucking and nibbling til he is assured you’re enjoying it.

Gortash (I’m a dirty Gortash lover… sue me. Durge will get some content later, I swear)

Starting off with the normal Tav… If you manage to ‘fix’ him in a sense, he admires your persistence and patience with him. He had a troubled past that he overlooked and developed some… issues from. Yet, it was your kindness and guidance that led him to stopping the Absolute and creating a better city. He is not perfect, by far. Enver is still a controlling man. He needs some sort of power and dominance to soothe his mind. Though, he does not use fear to control his citizens anymore. He’s truly impressed by the way you swayed him. You can see it in the way he gazes at you sometimes. There is certain softness as his hand grasps yours and he looks to you for reassurance in a moment of vulnerability. He needs you to keep him in reigns.

He loves holding you from behind and to bury his face into your neck. The crook between your head and shoulder holds such warmth and a smell that is yours. It reminds him of the path he has chosen… and the person he gets to cherish for it. He places his hands onto your stomach and allows his sharp, metal nails to tease the skin. To remind you of the still powerful man whose giving up such command and control to you. Someone who grounds him. He might even hum into your skin in content if you do not push him away. Honestly, you will eventually. He could cling onto you like a koala of you did not stop him. He murmurs into your skin about how you two rule this kingdom… and one day you’ll be officially betrothed to him. The thought of him proposing and taking your hand in marriage makes your heart flutter.

Although he is so soft with you, he fucks you like he hates you. His cock battering your walls and filling you up so painfully full. He is thick- and makes your mind melt as he stretches you unlike you’ve known. He may not be particularly the longest but he does not lack length. Sadly, foreplay isn’t the best thing he’s at. You can blame it for his inflated ego and quick beds over the years. If you ruined his initial plans and had him submit the Absolute, he seethes in your ear about it. As much as he is a changing man, there is a part deep down that will resent that fact for awhile. He could’ve had everything he’d ever wanted as a boy. “Look at you, such a dirty thing. Soiling my plans, stomping into my heart… and now you’re sprawled on my sheets pathetically.”

When you finally convince or wrangle him into going down on you, it’s a sight. A mess of black hair and hands wrapping around your thighs. His tongue works rapidly, lavishing you in slightly inexperienced licks. Sucking at your sensitive parts before returning to ravishing you with his tongue. It is not that he hasn’t gone down before in all his years… it’s that his ego was so inflamed that he never truly thought or cared for it before you. He’s willing to try and work on better things just for you. As such, this is a way of showing his commitment to you. Not only to indulge in his pleasures but to show he cares about yours.

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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | chapter one

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love,

word count: 6.5k+

warnings: oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, body insecurities, fear of being blacklisted, emotionally restrained yoon, unstable parental relationships, conservative parents, rude Hybe executive that should be fired, bestie!tae is wonderful support 🥹, and cute yoon and oc interactions bc yeah....its thier first time actually meeting so it must be cute!

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: YAHHH chapter one!! Ok i apologize if the meeting is so long and drawn out...I really tried to make it fun but so much info is needed too haha. Anyway this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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Winter in Seoul feels like stepping onto the set of your most beloved holiday film.

As the brisk air wraps around you, delicate snowflakes gather atop your head, urging you to cocoon in your finest wool trench coat. Yet, despite the chill, the sight of frost-bitten trees basking in the morning's golden rays offers a source of warmth and delight. Perhaps the most radiant tree of them all is the towering Christmas tree that sits proudly in the heart of the city. Adorned with shimmering red and gold baubles, the giant evergreen catches the eye of every person that walks by–both tourists and locals alike.

Nearby shopping malls buzz with holiday fervor too as shoppers scour for treasures, couples engage in friendly competition to find the ultimate gift, and children line up to take their picture with Santa. But the best part is when night falls. The whole city comes alive with joy and laughter as loved ones meet one another on the ice-skating rinks, while karaoke bars echo tipsy renditions of timeless songs sung by overworked professionals, each with a bottle of soju in hand.

Yes, Seoul is a place for making memories and you’re in the thick of it.

Having been in the city for three years, one might assume you’ve become well accustomed to the energy of the season. You've really grown to love it here. But adjusting to the new environment is still proving to be a challenge, the most outstanding being the prevailing beauty standards.

Massive billboards featuring stunning models serve as constant reminders of the type of beauty one should aim to achieve as you commute to work. Impossible to miss are the shining examples themselves – iconic k-pop groups Seventeen, Red Velvet, EXO, BlackPink, Mamamoo, TXT, and of course BTS plastered on the side of every flat surface imaginable. You’re not exactly complaining about that aspect as you’ve helped design a good handful of them as a top marketing and advertising professional. But the strict image of what constitutes a beautiful and worthy individual weighs on you more than you’d like.

While a conventional body type isn’t what you’ve been given in this life, you don’t consider yourself to be completely unattractive either. Having high cheekbones, a strong jawline, striking light brown eyes, good enough ass, and a full chest shouldn’t classify as undesirable. Still, you wish you’d adopt this more body positive mindset rather than your current overthinking one. It’s easier said than done, being that you not only see idols everyday on the streets in digital form but at work as well.

You continue further into city until a set of tall, glass doors meet you mere steps away. You tilt your head back to catch the name of the skyscraper before nearing the building’s sturdy, silver handle.

BigHit Music.

Feeling its cool metal under your fingertips, the door swings open with an easier pull than imagined to welcome you into the bustling lobby. You feel a rush of confidence return to you upon entering– this is your domain, this is where you truly shine.

“Did you get the files I sent to you?”

The woman nods her head in affirmation while sweeping a few pieces of her long, silky hair behind an ear. To strangers, she appears to look about 24 which is only four years younger than yourself but nonetheless she’s the same age as you. Hei-Ran is her name, meaning “graceful orchid” according to Korean translation.

Hei-ran is one of Hybe’s newest hires and based on her experience, a near perfect fit to being South Korean boy group Tomorrow X Together’s new marketing manager. Until about three months ago, this had been your job.

You never imagined giving up the position after three years of working in the role. But with December right around the corner Hybe had other plans for you.

"Graduated summa cum laude with a bachelors degree in BTech in Electrical and Electronics Engineering and a MBA in Marketing from NYU Stern. You worked two years as a brand manager for U.S record label Atlantic Records immediately after graduating, and are now working at BigHit Music as a marketing manager for TXT including liaison with their global marketing team.”

You recall Bang PD's voice vibrate in the back of your mind from mid-August. You thought you were called into his office to discuss details of TXT’s latest promo, so having your resume read back to you was a sweeping curve ball. Your determination must have far exceeded the heaviness you felt in your chest because before you knew it you, you were shaking hands with your boss in acceptance of your role – the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour.

The tedious knot that’s formed in the nape of your neck reminds you that as surreal as the situation might be, it’s undeniably real.

Months spent drafting a comprehensive marketing proposal for D-Day; often until the wee hours of the night, inevitably takes its toll on even the mightiest of warriors. An entire new team of fifty people, all of who you’ll be in charge of orchestrating for the next eight months, doesn’t provide much to relief either.

You’re excited nevertheless. Working with one of the most respected artists in the music industry is an opportunity you couldn’t let slip by, especially since the album’s rock-inspired genre aligns closely with your own music taste.

“Thank you so much for helping me get settled __,” Hei-ran’s gentle voice returns you to the present. “I appreciate the time you’ve taken these last few months to train me despite the tight deadlines you have.”

Smiling, you shake your head. “It’s no problem at all and if there’s anything you need in the future, feel free to give me a call or stop by my office.”

“On the 16th floor right?”

“1656A. Take a left off the elevator and walk to the end of the first hallway. The door on the right is mine.”

Referring to any room on the 16th floor as your own is something you don’t take lightly. For one the offices are double the size of any other office spaces in the building. Yours in particular has a giant skyscraper window draped with heavy white curtains. Secondly, the floor above is the 17th floor which is exclusive to Hybe artists only.

"How's the proposal coming along, by the way?" Her curiosity is palpable, genuine in its nature. You’ve always appreciated that in an individual.

“It’s done,” you respond. “Only thing left to do is to prepare for our meeting with C-suite executives next Monday. It’s nearly perfect as is, but the presentation could use a bit of refining in terms of organization.”

Hei-ran is silent for a moment longer than usual before her next inquiry, which is undoubtedly the question on both of your minds. “I can't help but wonder what it'll be like to meet him for the first time,” she muses.

You don’t bother asking for clarification on who the “him” is; you’re already well aware that it’s Min Yoongi. The same subject has managed to intrude your own thoughts more and more as the date of meeting him draws closer. It's peculiar honestly, considering you’ve encountered him before.

Granted, it was only a small handful of times the hallway, both heading in opposite directions. Min Yoongi typically greeted you with a hoarse 'Good Morning' those instances, along with a curt nod of his head. You would nod back with a brief 'Morning' yourself. Deep down you feel he'd make a quality friend, though it's only a premonition. It’s not like you actually know much about him beyond those small exchanges.

"I'm not sure what to expect, honestly," you admit. "I imagine it'll be similar to previous professional collaborations—composed, focused, and intense. D-Day is poised to become a global sensation for the next year, so it's going to need our full, undivided attention."

Hei-ran gives a knowing nod. “Good luck __,” she wishes you well as you head towards the elevator doors. Breaks over, back to work.

After another late-night prep session for Monday’s D-Day proposal, you trudge through your apartment door well past 8:30 pm with an empty stomach and a throbbing headache. Good news is that your graphic design team seems to be well on track with their album mockups ready to present.

The same can’t be said for your U.S. promo team however, who required additional guidance on their projects. The social media team was in a similar boat. Somehow several of their members lost track of time and were convinced the proposal was still two weeks away.

Despite the hiccups, you managed to tie up the loose ends, but it meant that none of you got to leave early.

When you finally get to curl up in your fluffy sofa, a loud, exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Your lids flutter shut too as you rest your head against the soft cushion. Silently, you make one last mental rundown of all the tasks you checked off today.

Did you miss anything?

D-Day is the most crucial project you’ve ever taken charge of—you need it to be flawless.

When nothing pressing comes to mind, you grab the tv remote from your dark oak coffee table and aimlessly flip through the channels. You’ll unwind for an hour and then call it a night.

Ten minutes into an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and the light chime of your phone's notification bell catches your ear.

Tae 💚: Haven’t heard from you all day. Everything alright?

Taehyung, your best friend. You smile fondly at his message as your thumbs hover over the reply button. He's always checking in on you. You and Taehyung have been friends ever since you first moved to Seoul and started working at Hybe. You didn't expect your friendship to become this strong, but both of you are sociable individuals, which led to discovering several unexpected commonalities. One of those is a shared love for jazz, which has been one of your all-time favorite genres for as long as you can remember.

You: yeah, I’m good. Just tired. Been working on D-Day's proposal for months and finally got it fully prepped for.

Tae 💚: Well, that's amazing news! You feel good about it?

You: I don't know. I’m definitely ready for this project but I’m also starting to feel a little burned out. The proposal is only the beginning you know, and it's already taking the wind out of me.

Tae 💚: Sorry to hear that 😞 I'm sure it must be draining, but I also know this is your territory. No one is more fit to head this project than you. Everyone thinks so. How about you take the weekend to rest?

You: Yeah...I'm watching B99 rn

Tae 💚: B99?! Without me?

You can't help but giggle. Somehow over the course of three years you've roped your best friend into becoming obsessed with your mindless sitcoms. You've done more than a handful of binge watching together, until all hours of the night.

You: Wanna come over for an hour?

The company might be nice.

Tae 💚: Be there in 20 🏃

Your door bells rings exactly twenty minutes after you and Taehyng finish exchanging texts. He's so prompt it scares you sometimes.

“Hey.” His deep, baritone voice greets you first, along with a friendly hug. Taehyung slips his snow covered boots off upon entering your apartment and hangs his wool jacket on your coat rack. His limited edition Gucci scarf is next. Taehyung loves the winter as it’s the time he can wear his most luxurious clothes.

“What’s this?” You peak inside a brown paper bag that Taehyung has conveniently set on your kitchen countertop. He flashes you a playful grin and gestures you to open it. Naturally, you're suspicious but it all washes away when a new, unopened bottle of whiskey presents itself. “Oh my god, you didn’t!" You swat his arm in a rush of excitement.

“I had to!" Taehyung opens a kitchen cupboard and grabs a glass from the top shelf. He's been in your apartment enough times that he’s grown comfortable with your place. That and he's also your best friend.

"With all the recent events you've had going on, I think it calls for a celebration." Taehyung expertly pours you a glass of the smooth, rich liquor and offers it to you.

“Thank you, Tae," you say, taking the glass from his hand. "Come sit down. Jake's about to sing I Want It That Way with the police lineup.” Taehyung pours himself a glass of Pinot Noir and follows your lead.

After about forty minutes of sitcoms and booze with your best friend you begin to feel yourself relaxing. Whatever challenges lies ahead, you know you'll be able to handle them one whiskey at a time.

All stream of thought is interrupted when your phone dings off again. It's now half past 9, who on earth is trying to reach you?

Fuck.

You tighten the grip on your phone as soon aa the message appears. Taehyung, previously occupied by the end credit scene, catches the sudden shift in your demeanor and calls your name but he's inaudible to you.

Mom: It’s been almost two weeks since we last heard from you. We know you're busy but your father and I want to know if you’ll be coming home. The holidays are coming up right? Why don't you use some of that time to come see us? There's someone we want you to meet.

"__, who is it?" Taehyung's voice manages to break your intense concentration.

“Just my mom.” You answer briefly, still averting eye contact.

“What’d she say?”

“She wants me to come home for the holidays.” You shut your phone off in an effort to calm yourself.

Unlike Taehyung your relationship with your parents has always been rocky. Expectations are set high from birth and you never see eye to eye. Likely, the only accomplishment that's earned genuine praise from them was when you accepted your initial job proposal with Hybe. A respectable career is only second to health to them after all. Your father was more torn with the news that you’d be moving hundreds of miles away than your mom however, not that you’re surprised.

Of course while having a healthy and respectable career is priority for your parents, there is no mistake that their greatest wish is to see their daughter married. A stable man with ample resources to provide her a secure home and healthy children is preferable.

You love your parents and you'll always be there for them, but you must admit that their traditional outlook is one you can never live up to. They tried setting you up dozens of times before, and tonight's request to have you come home "for the holidays to meet someone” is simply another attempt to marry you off.

Yes, you would like some sort of companionship in your life and you hope if you find it that they’ll approve. But giving your hand in marriage to the first notable suitor isn't your forte. You consider yourself to be an independent woman with a tender heart, and you'd rather be single for the entirety of your life than be forced into another obligation.

Preserving your independence is highly important to you. So no, you draw the line when it comes to relational affairs.

If only you could be firm and repeat all the above to them aloud, rather than within your own head— if only.

“So are you gonna go?"

You don't respond immediately, still weighing out your options. "Not sure," you murmur. "I don't really want to but maybe I should. I haven't gone home to see my parents since last year."

Taehyung recognizes the growing tension in your voice as well as the flushed expression playing on your face. He wishes he could take it all away but instead he moves closer to your side of the sofa and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He's silent for a moment before continuing. "Why don't you tell them you can't go because of work? There must be a number of things you'll need to get ahead of for Yoongi's album."

"True. But it's too easy, they won't buy that. I have to go."

"What if you say I invited you to celebrate with my family this year? We're going to a nice, cozy cabin a few hours north of here for Christmas."

The offer is temping and you know he means it but it's also not enough.

"No," you reject. "They'll think we're dating and ask to meet you."

"I'll do it!" Taehyung's voice lifts into a more playful tone, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"Very cute Taetae, but no. Neither of us are going to say 'that was a good idea' in the end, trust me. I'll have to make this decision on my own."

Taehyung grimaces slightly at your last choice of words. "I really think you should consider telling them you can't due to a full schedule. We don't get that much time off at the company any way. Don't your parents live at least 7-10 hours away? Come on, spend the holidays with me and the guys. Plus, it'll be my birthday soon. I want you there at my party."

When you look at your best friend to gently scold him for not so sneakily using the guilt tripping technique, he's pouting. Like a baby. Not even you can resist him with that face on.

"Fine. I'll think about it."

"Good," Taehyung chirps and snatches the tv remote to flip through episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. "I want you to be around those closest to you, especially around the holidays. You're my badass best friend who deserves more than some stupid forced marriage to a guy with an unhealthy alpha male complex. Should we top the night off with one more episode by the way?"

You nod and Taehyung hits play on the remote. "Thank you," you coo, feeling a tad better.

The weekend is a blur at best and you’re back at the office before you realize. Of course this is no ordinary work day however, given that today signifies the day you officially start work as D-Day’s marketing director. You’ve been perfecting every detail of the proposal like a madman since the beginning, meticulously obessing over every element. Your new team members must have a pretty eye-opening understanding of what it’ll be like having you as a lead for the next year–you pity them to be honest.

Between your fingers clutches a small tube of lip balm, berry flavored with a faint tint to match. You love chapstick for some odd, inexplainable reason and you felt the need to apply a generous amount of it on your lips for good luck.

“No one’s here yet,” Yi-joon, one of the members of your graphic design team, speaks first upon stepping foot into your assigned conference room. Others hum, unsurprised. Being the ones leading the presentation, you’d be startled if anyone actually arrived beforehand.

A grand mahogany table, seating up to 14 individuals, boasts itself to you in the middle of the room with every chair lined in genuine black leather. Traditional seating arrangements have one chair at the head of the table, but today’s meeting has two, both positioned to face the wide presentation screen at the opposite end.

Undoubtably, they’re reserved for Bang PD and Min Yoongi.

A momentary shiver courses down your spine, yet fades quick when one of your team members asks if anyone's seen the remote to the projector. There’s no time for nerves to be acting up, you remind yourself calmly. Only 15 minutes remain until every C-suite executive in Hybe congregates into the room.

With a composed demeanor, you swiftly gather your thoughts and respond, "Try checking inside the podium. It's likely close by, but if not, we can always power it on manually." You then start delegating tasks to the rest of your team, mentally rehearsing key points of the proposal between each instruction.

Time appears to have vanished in the blink of an eye because in a matter of seconds a gentle breeze slips through the conference door, accompanied by the arrival of several Hybe executives. You offer a polite "good morning," which is briefly reciprocated as they take their respective seats around the conference table.

You count twelve at the table in total, including your own team.

"Sajangnim should be here in about–"

Hybe's Chief Finance Officer doesn't get to finish his sentence when an older gentleman in a freshly pressed suit walks through the door, fully immersed in conversation. The person following close behind him is none other than the man of the hour himself–Min Yoongi, fitted in a clean white dress shirt that's unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled to the elbows. His soft, raven hair falls gently in front of his eyes, framing his face a little too well.

Unexpectedly, both your gazes shift from Bang PD and onto one another. His dark, intense eyes pierce through you as they observe you from the opposite side of the room. You're certain he recognizes you from your previous shared encounters, though you don't have the slightest clue what he's thinking. Min Yoongi has been known to be many things, but an open book isn't one of them.

He then walks in your direction until he's directly toe to toe with you for the very first time. Completely against your wishes, you feel all the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You've never officially met before.

"It's nice to finally meet you __-nim. Those nods we give each other in the hallway hardly count as a proper introduction." He extends a hand to you, offering you a sturdy handshake which you accept.

"Absolutely, it's a pleasure to meet you as well Min PD-nim," you say, smiling warmly. "I'm looking forward to working with you on your new album. I truly appreciate the opportunity."

For a split second, Yoongi allows his professional demeanor drop. "I should be the one thanking you. You'll be the one leading this whole operation right? So I'll be in your care."

You want to respond with gratitude, but you're not given the chance due to an authoritative voice speaking up from behind.

"Min PD-nim," Hybe's Vice President calls out to the man in front of you, requesting his attention.

Yoongi is hesitant to leave you mid-conversation but you assure him that it's alright. "Please, feel free to take a seat," you offer. "The presentations will begin soon."

A small, subtle smile graces Yoongi's lips before he turns around to take his seat beside Bang PD at the head of the table. He engages in small talk with Hybe's Vice President who's conveniently seated across from him. Yet despite their conversation, he's only half focused; his eyes repeatedly wandering back to you. At this point, however, you've already stopped looking at him.

"Good morning, all," you address the room when the time comes to commence the meeting. "We'll be getting started now that everyone's here. I'm sending down samples of the album design our graphics team has created for D-Day. Please pass them along." You hand the stack of copies to Hybe's Chief Technology Officer who smiles courteously.

"On behalf of my team and me, I want to thank you for joining us today to discuss our marketing strategy for Min PD-nim's upcoming D-Day album. Our agenda will be as follows," you guide everyone's attention to the presentation board, which provides a rundown of all the points you plan to cover for the remainder of the meeting.

"Let's begin with introductions. My name is ___ ___, I hold a Bachelor's degree in Electrical and Electronics Engineering from NYU Stern, as well as an MBA in Marketing. Over the past five years, I've worked in the music industry as a marketing manager. Three of those years were spent here at Hybe. The recent promotional campaign for TXT's The Chaos Chapter was lead by my previous team and me, resulting in a positive return on investment. Now, with a new team, I aim to achieve similar success with Min PD-nim's D-Day album."

Once you finish your introduction, you introduce each member of your team. This is soon followed by a brief introduction from each c-suite executive.

The whole room falls silent when you begin diving into the bulk of the proposal; every measurable objective, goal, and market analysis is shared for D-Day. When it comes time to present the brand guide and album design, you invite your graphics team to speak.

"You'll notice that we have two versions of Min PD-nim's albums on the sheet in front of you," Yi-joon refers to the mockups you handed out earlier. A few executives nod quietly as they study the proposed album packaging while Yoongi leans over to Bang PD. He's whispering something but you're far to distant away to hear. His expressions aren't telling either.

Does he like it? Does he not? You don't know.

Nevertheless, you give a subtle smile to Yi-joon as encouragement to continue.

"We've opted for a sleek, pitch-black design for the first version, and a dusty brown for the second. The first version symbolizes the past, characterized by societal expectations and internal struggles, while the second represents the present and future, conveying a message of liberation. To complement these themes, we've selected a bold and daring font to exude the album's transparency. This design consistency extends to the album's contents; for instance, lyrical cards will reflect the respective color and style of the version they belong to."

Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer appears to be in approval with the entirety of the plan so far, yet it's short lived when a low voice interrupts.

"I think the vision of album's design aligns closely with mine, so I like what I see in front of me." Yoongi pauses and places the mockup on the table. "There's one aspect that I'd like to discuss in hopes of some insight however. I've been mauling over it for a while now."

"I'll do my best to–" Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer opens his mouth to respond yet closes it immediately when he notices Yoongi's gaze sharply shifts to you. It's a signal that it's your insight he specifically requests.

"Please go on," you reply.

"Regarding the name under which the album should be released, should it be 'Agust D' or 'Suga'? I'm personally biased towards Agust D because it holds more weight for me. It's close to my heart and the stories I have to tell as Agust D are heavier than those of Suga, right? The D even stands for Daegu, my hometown where I grew up and where my parents still live. Suga on the other hand is my stage name, which I have some identity in as well."

You don't answer immediately, preferring to carefully process everything he's said. Your team has already proposed to release the album under 'Agust D', yet he makes a valid point that 'Suga' is also a part of him.

"I understand that releasing the album under 'Suga' has its merit. However, I still support the original idea of releasing it under 'Agust D'. As you've mentioned, the name carries a deeper meaning, evoking memories, emotions, trials, and tribulations. I'd also like to emphasize that by releasing D-Day under 'Agust D', you can showcase who the real Agust D is. The collaboration with IU in People Pt. 2 already has you one step in that door."

Like you, Yoongi considers your words cautiously, weighing them in his mind. "Thank you ___-nim," he finally speaks. "Your perspective is reassuring. We'll proceed with releasing the album under 'Agust D'.

Following your short discussion, the graphics team continues presenting their design materials. Minor comments are made by Hybe executives, but Yoongi doesn't comment again until half-way into the social media segment.

"Why do we need to schedule this many Weverse Lives? People might get tired of seeing my face after so many in a row. ARMY will read, 'Min Yoongi started a live' and say to their friends, 'This is the fifth time in a row, is he in love with his own voice or something?'." His joke sparks a light in the room as Bang PD gives a chuckle.

"I don't think that's going to be an issue for you Yoongi," he replies. "Don't you know the strength of your own fanbase?" Bang PD's statement is undeniable. Everyone in the room is well aware of Min Yoongi's international fanbase who willingly stay up all hours of the night just to catch a glimpse of him. In fact, rather than seeing less of him, they hope to receive his live notifications more, as Yoongi isn't as active on Weverse as other idols.

It's clear that compliments like these aren't easy for Yoongi to take though, judging by the flushed look that subtly sweeps over his face. You'd react the same way to be honest.

"If I may Min PD-nim," you speak up, deciding to offer an alternative plan. "Leveraging Weverse Live to help promote D-Day will draw significant international engagement. We know that time differences pose to be a challenge which is why we proposed an increase of live sessions per week. However, we understand that going live this often might be exhausting. Would you consider reducing the frequency to once or twice a week instead?"

"I'm open to once a week but didn't we film the 'Suga: Road to D-Day' documentary for a similar reason? Won't it be too much to add more than two Weverse Lives throughout the entire promotional phase?" Yoongi's challenge is met with an unanimous hum of support from his fellow executives. You'd feel intimidated if you didn't already have a justification mapped out.

"The objective behind releasing 'Suga: Road to D-Day' on Disney+ differs from that of Weverse Lives," you rebuttal confidently. "While the documentary presents a structured behind-the-scenes view of D-Day's development, the Lives focus on building hype among your existing fans who know you well, will spread the word to their peers, and will likely pre-order the album. As you're aware, Lives are more personal and stripped down, allowing your fanbase to feel closer to you."

Thinking of no further objectives, Yoongi, still somewhat unsure, accepts your suggestion. "Once a week will be fine then. While we're still on the topic, do we know when 'Suga: Road to D-Day' is set to release on Disney+?"

"Our digital marketing and promo team will be reviewing the specifics of that soon," you inform. "Right now we have the documentary releasing April 23 of next year. The poster for the film will release a week and a half earlier on the 12th."

Rather than furthering the discussion, Yoongi sends an understanding nod your way which allows the social media team to resume their portion of the proposal. Recording more Weverse Lives than usual remains a pain point for him, but he's willing to move forward if it means connecting with his fanbase.

Alast, after what seems like three hours of social media; followed by financing & budget talk, the last team to present their material takes lead of the meeting.

"We'd like to provide a timeline for D-Day's promo schedule as a way to wrap up today's proposal," So-hyun from your digital marketing and promos team explains. "Promotions will begin April 10, 2023 and will run until April 25th. During this time the album's track list, concept photos, MV Teaser, and official MV will drop. As far as concert schedule, we're proposing April 26-June 24. These dates include U.S, Asia, and Korea Tours."

"We might need to rethink concert dates but for now I'm on onboard." Yoongi remains brief in his interjection, allowing So-hyun to continue.

"As far as other marketing channels, we plan to implement both print and digital methods including billboards, banners, paid search ads, and YouTube. We'd also like to reach out to a variety of magazines like Rolling Stones Magazine for interviews. If we want to extend our global reach even further, we can book a time slot on the Jimmy Fallon Show. Bare in mind that if we go this route, we'll need to decide fairly quick, as slots are in high demand."

You notice Bang PD whispering amongst Yoongi and his Chief Finance Officer when Jimmy Fallon is mentioned. Yoongi seems the least interested. Perhaps he isn't fond of being front and center of talk shows, you guess.

"When will we need a decision for the Jimmy Fallon Show?" Bang PD inquires for the group.

"No later than three weeks from now," So-hyun answers. "It's a tight deadline but it can been done if we get the official go."

Bang PD directs his attention to Yoongi who's chosen to be silent in this conversation. "What do you think, Yoongi? It's your call."

"Maybe," he says, "give me a day or two to think on it."

Another ten minutes of productive overview with your promos team pass and soon, you're standing up to adjourn the meeting. You have to admit that out of all the proposals you've given in your career, this goes right to the top.

Your team was phenomenal today, and despite the the fact that several Hybe executives are biting at the bit to finally go on their lunch break, you feel confident that everyone is leaving on the same page.

"Min PD-nim."

You're ears inevitably pick up the conversation in front of you as you make your way out of the conference room. Yoongi and his Chief Financial Officer are running through some quick numbers only a few steps steps ahead, but with everyone simultaneously rushing in the same direction, neither must have realized you were within earshot.

"There's no doubt that she's good at what she does," Hybe's Chief Financial Officer continues. "Still, it's hard to believe that she's only 27 or 28. A person should take better care of themselves don't you agree? Like our Eunchae for example."

If there was a way to erase what you just heard, you'd do so, because in an instant, all previous successes you felt from today's proposal shatters to the ground. You're no stranger to receiving these sorts of comments about your appearance, yet it leaves your confidence fleeting, along with any amount of resilience you've built.

Blinking back the tears that threaten to spill, you exit the conference room the first chance you get. You have no desire to stick around for Yoongi's reply.

Not long after you leave does you phone ring off.

Tae 💚: Hey! How's the meeting going? Still available to get lunch this afternoon? I'm heading to the cafeteria as I type this.

You: It went okay. But I don't think I'll be coming to lunch, just a lot to do. I'm also not that hungry.

You second-guess how convincing your message is, knowing that it's your best friend on the other line. Regardless, it's the only words you can come up with right now. You really do have a lot of work ahead of you though, at least that part is true.

Tae 💚: Are you sure? I was looking forward on hearing how the meeting went! Wasn't there something you had to give me too?

The meaning of the last line suddenly dawns on you as you make your way down the long hallway. How could you forget? You made Taehyung one of his favorite foods to surprise him for lunch; Japchae, a sweet and savory dish of stir-fried glass noodles and vegetables.

You: Right, sorry it slipped from my mind for a second. I'll meet you in the cafeteria to give it to you.

"Why won't you stay and eat with me?" Taehyung devours the homemade Japchae you made for him with delight, a pair of chopsticks clamped in his hand.

"I don't have much of an appetite, Tae."

You've already told him this twice already, clarifying that you'd be heading back to your office once you deliver his food. Evidently, he's not letting you slip away easily.

"Then take a break with me instead, even if it's only for ten minutes." You watch as your best friend swiftly pulls out the chair next to him from under the table, gesturing you to sit. "Tell me what's got you down," he says. "Did Yoongi say something to you? He can be a bit too outspoken with his opinions sometimes."

Feeling defeated, you slide into the chair. "No, the meeting was fine. I'm just overthinking something that happened."

You then proceed to explain what you overheard Hybe's Chief Finance Officer say about you from earlier, that you didn't look healthy enough for your age and using Eunchae as an example. The scowl that appears on Taehyung's face as you retell the incident is unmistakable–he's clearly pissed.

"First of all," Taehyung starts once you finish, jaw clenched. "Eunchae is 17 and is a part of a Korean girl group. She has an entire team dedicated to making sure her appearance is flawless. It's the idol life; trust me, I'm well acquainted with it, so it's not a fair comparison. Secondly, Hybe's CFO is an asshole who I'd replace in a day. I don't want you letting him make you feel insignificant just because you don't conform to his narrow idea of how a woman should look."

You appreciate Taehyung's efforts to cheer you up, though you remain unaffected. Besides, he still isn't aware of Yoongi's involvement since you purposely left that detail out due to their close friendship.

"Yeah, I don't know. We don't have to talk about it anymore." You decide to dismiss the topic entirely and reach for your phone, along with a pair of earbuds bundled in your pocket. "Wanna listen to something?"

Music has always bonded you and Taehyung's friendship, as you've frequently found yourselves fully immersed in timeless songs from King of Leon and Led Zeppelin together. Taehyung nearly accepts the offer to listen with you once again, but then he freezes all movement. An eager grin follows close after.

"Hyung!" His voice echos though the room, earning the attention of Min Yoongi who's just entered the cafeteria. This time, you feel nothing but discomfort when the man looks your way.

"I have some material I need to review from my promo team. I'll text you later, okay?" You leave your best friend no time to reply as you quickly rise from your chair, stick your phone in your pant pocket, and head for the nearest exit. Yoongi attempts to make eye contact with you on your way out, but you avoid it completely.

When he approaches Taehyung, he acknowledges your semi-odd behavior. "I didn't mean to make her leave," he states, joining the younger at the table.

Taehyung offers a light shrug in response. "Don't worry, you didn't. She had other matters to get to. Something with her team members I think."

Yoongi grabs a fresh clementine from a nearby fruit bowl and beings peeling it little by little. "You two must be pretty close if you're having your lunches together."

It's not hard for Taehyung to read between the lines of what his member is insinuating.

"We've been friends for a while," he clarifies. "Just friends, nothing else."

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Chapter 4 - It’s OK to say NO. (18+)

Summary: … this is not how you two wanted the morning to go, but oh well.

Please, look at the bright 18+. If you are underage or not comfortable with the sexual content, feel free to skip this chapter as the next one starts with a brief summary anyway so you won’t miss anything if you don’t read this one. Cheers <3

Warnings: (Almost) sexual content, swear words, insecurities

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The sun abuses your sensitive eyes as they flutter open around 8AM; the smell of burnt sugar eases the tension that suddenly appears in your chest.

Everything is fine. you are safe. You are alive and well. Yeah. It’s all good.

“Stop wiggling around.” Katsuki murmurs while he snuggles into your hair to hide from the sun. His arms snake around your middle, pulling you closer and your heart makes a somersault in your chest.

Katsuki is beautiful in the morning; the sun makes his hair almost white, his usual frown forgotten in his sleepy daze; he’s absolutely stunning. You bite your lips while your heart rate goes quicker as Katsuki leaves tiny kisses on your neck, still half asleep. It’s hot and wet, lazy but weirdly passionate as he maps out your left side with his mouth without opening his eyes. His hand starts to wander on your belly and slowly crawls underneath your T-shirt leaving hot trails all over your body with every caress; he travels further and further until his hands touch the underside of your breasts and he suddenly tenses; slowly, Katsuki’s mind wakes up as his finger touches the soft skin for only a second before he retreats and looks up at you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Also, you are allergic to me, did you know that?” He mumbles, back to his half-dead state after hiding his face in your hair again. Wow, sleepy boyfriend Katsuki is the most compliant creature you’ve ever seen, what the fuck. You didn’t think Katsuki is a morning snuggler but fuck, he really is and it’s absolutely adorable.

“What do you mean?” You giggle while your fingers mindlessly play with his sleep mussed hair.

“Your heart started to act up when I kissed you. Mine does that too and it feels really shitty when it does.” He murmurs and leaves another kiss in the crook of your neck; your heart acts up again, beating rapidly in your chest, fire spreading in your veins like poison. You can’t help the awkward giggle rumbling through your chest.

“That’s not an allergy, you dumb fuck.” Ahh, this man is hilarious. “It’s a common reaction. It means you like what the other person is doing… it’s adrenaline. Ahh, I don’t know how to describe it, fuck. It means I have the hots for you. And I want you. Or something. I fucking don’t know, but it’s definitely not allergies, it’s more like the opposite. It means I can’t get enough of you.” Your face flushes, fully ashamed. You basically just told him you are horny. Right in his face. Just like that. Great. This is great. You should have used other words, talk about love and butterflies but no, you had to talk about your inner desire to fornicate with him in his parents house, while his mom is probably busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

“Hm…” Katsuki hums while he helps himself up on his elbow to look down at you. His other hand caresses your hair, his fingers sliding down your sensitive neck and your breath hitches from the father-light movement. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone before though. It wasn’t hard to breathe and there was no squeezy feeling in my chest before… Why?” he murmurs as his hand finds it’s final destination; your chest. He listens to your frantic heartbeat with a soft gaze, his eyes wondering up and down your face and body.

“Can I ask you a question, Katsuki?” You mumble, your hands still in his hair. You fingers slowly trail down to his ear and his neck; you put your hands on his chest and listen to his quickening heartbeat as your body burst into invisible flames.

“I asked first.” He mumbles back, but there is no edge to his words; his eyes are cloudy and he’s not focusing anymore.

“It’s connected to my answer.” You retort, your fingers slowly moving down to his collarbone, tracing the dip of the skin with the tip of your fingers. Katsuki visibly shakes at that and it goes straight down to your… yeah. That. Katsuki doesn’t say anything just moves up to tower over you; the silence is gold so you continue without an actual answer. “Did you care about the person who touched you this way?” You whisper; your fingers move to his shoulders, caressing his skin on his arms back and forth.

“No.” The answer is simple.

“Did you enjoy being touched by them?” You move back to his collarbone then to the middle of his chest; your finger slowly trails down between his pecs as your other hand finds his hips and grabs the skin heavily. Katsuki’s hips twitch forward; it would go unnoticed if you wouldn’t be staring at him like a hawk, analyzing every single movement to prove your point.

Fuck, it’s really hot in here.

“Fuck, no.” Katsuki heaves and your hand moves down his belly and stops at the trail of hair disappearing in his underwear. He takes a deep breath and looks at you hungrily, his whole body shaking from the tension. Your finger finds the hem of his underwear, tugging on the fabric once then let it go with a tiny snap. Katsuki forgets how to breathe.

“Do you like it when I touch you, Katsuki?” Your finger slide over the hem of his underwear until you reach his side; your hand slides up on his sides, palms shamelessly grabbing on the muscled skin, mapping out every single crevice and scar on the way.

“Yes.” The answer comes easily between two heavy pants.

“Do you care about me?” You smile at him, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, I fucking do.” Katsuki whispers, his mind blown by the sudden revelation. “Fuck.”

Things happen really quickly, the same way they always do then Katsuki feels too full of new, strange emotions; he surges forward and kisses you fiercely, the motion heavy and hot; he tugs and bites right away, a weak, shaky moan leaving your lips from the sudden sensation. The sound only urges him on; he moves to your neck and leaves hot kisses all over it, his tongue moves up to your ears, leaving a trail of quickly cooling saliva in it’s wake then nibbles on your ear lobe before he changes his mind and comes back to your mouth, absently trying to force you to make that sweet sound again and again. Your hands wonder up his pecs absently, the feeling of his nipple under your palms leaves you a breathless, stuttering mess; he makes a tiny gasp at the feeling, trying his best to not make too much noise but failing miserably. Katsuki finds your mouth again, his kisses frantic and unpredictable; he licks into your mouth and joins your tongue in a sensual dance while his hips jerk forward for any kind of friction. A broken whine leaves your lips when you feel Katsuki’s hardness through his underwear as he dips down and moves his hips into you; while the tension is heavy in the air the friction is feather light and tentative, but it leaves nothing but fire in his wake; you try to chase the feeling, pulling yourself up to find him halfway and a high pitched moan leaves Katsuki’s mouth, way too loud in the silence of the early morning; the sound goes right between your legs, your body on fire as Katsuki makes the same motion over and over again while he devours your lips and neck hungrily.

“Let me touch you.” You whisper, your hands already on the hem of his underwear but Katsuki jerks away.

“Wait, I… I can’t.” For your surprise, Katsuki looks like a hurt puppy, confused and shaking as he looks down at himself.

Your breath hitches and you feel like you’ve done something terrible, but it doesn’t make sense, he was clearly into it and you just wanted to urge him on, let him know you want it too, but you’ve clearly missed something in the heat of the moment, maybe he didn’t want this at all…

Fuck, you are spiraling.

Fuck, it’s so hard to breathe.

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“Wait, I… I can’t.”

Katsuki is a mess. An aroused and confused mess. He has no idea what had happened in the last few minutes if he’s completely honest; one moment he was flustered by Y/N’s light touches, then… then he almost creamed his pants after a few minutes of friction. He might have an explosive quirk but he’s never felt so much heat in his body before; it felt like every single part of his body was on fire, flames licking up his chest and his belly as he panted on top of Y/N, his mind foggy from lust.

Bakugou Katsuki, 25 years old, has never felt flames growing in his belly, he’s never felt so weak and vulnerable as he does right now, ready to go down on his knees and beg Y/N to let him finish this, because he knows the feeling would be amazing and he’s so close, and it was so good, nothing like anything he has felt before, not even alone in the shower and definitely nothing like the times he messed around with random women to ease the tension.

Katsuki is utterly confused by his body right now, because for the first time in his life, it actually worked properly.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I go too far? I’m so sorry Katsuki… please, say something, anything, yell at me, call me names, I don’t fucking care just say something!” Y/N looks at him with teary eyes and something breaks in him; he didn’t mean to make her cry, he really fucking didn’t.

“Fuck, it’s not your fault, give me a second. Please.” Katsuki takes a few deep breaths and thinks.

There are a few revelations here he need to get his head around.

First of all, he’d just realized he’s demisexual… or something. He has no idea about sexualities and he never bothered to Google them. He did hear about this from Sero though; it makes so much fucking sense now it hurts his brain. He will need to apologize to Sero for calling it “bullshit”; who is he kidding, he will never actually do that.

He never liked porn or anything sexual. No woman nor man could satisfy him in any way, he could never make it until the end before giving up and leaving the situation, because it’s really hard to do stuff when his member isn’t interested. His one night stands usually ended up with him satisfying the other person in other ways and leaving like this was what he wanted to do in the first place. No one asked questions and no one ever cared as long as they were left satisfied and happy. He haven’t had too many of them, to be honest; 3 or 4 maximum, and they were all terrible so Katsuki just accepted that he is not into sex at all. Then motherfucking Menace came into his life and all the shit he was sure of crumbled in front of him, leaving nothing but questionmarks all over the place as his body betrayed him and reacted to Y/N’s fleeting touches. He caught himself staring at her more than once, daydreaming about touching her and it only left him more and more confused about himself; why does he care now? Why is this different?

And here comes the second revelation of the day; Katsuki only just realized how deep his feelings really are. The fire in his body from Y/N’s caress is one thing, but the way he turns into a mush when Y/N looks at him with those beautiful eyes, looking deep into his soul, and how Katsuki looks up from his paperwork every time she makes the tiniest of noises, worried she might pass out again like that one time ages ago, how Katsuki wants to be around her 24/7 to keep her safe and how much he can’t get enough of her fiery touches and sweet giggles, fuck, he even loves when Y/N yells at him for being an absolute asshole to a fucking extra. When she kicks his ass out of spite he wants to say thank you.

Fuck’s sake, he really is head over heels for this fucking woman. It’s not just “love” and “adoration”. It’s an actual fucking obsession at this point.

… but.

Being interested in this way is great but that doesn’t mean he’s not overwhelmed and terrified to do something wrong.

What if he goes all the way and fails? What if he’s not good enough; fuck, the only time he had actual sex was when one of the ladies got impatient and tried to “help herself” which ended with him going limp in 2 fucking minutes because he didn’t like it at all. It was really awkward.

Deep inside, he knows this wouldn’t be the case with Y/N. The throb in his pants is enough of an evidence, but fuck, he’s terrified.

“I’m not a virgin, but… I’ve never… fuck’s sake.” Katsuki swears and puts his head on Y/N’s shoulders to take a deep breath filled with her cotton candy scent to calm down. “I need more time. I’m new to this and it’s too much. Too good. So fucking good, Y/N.” He looks up finally, right into her teary eyes. She needs to know he’s saying the truth and this is the only thing he could think of.

Y/N smiles, but it’s broken, sad around the edges; Katsuki fucked up.

“I understand and I’m sorry.” She murmurs, while her fingers play with Katsuki’s ruffled bangs.

“The fuck are you sorry for? I initiated all of this. Not you.” He retorts with anger in his tone. He takes a few deep breaths and continues. He can’t fuck this up more, can he? “The only thing you can be sorry for is to wanting to go further in my parents house, because that’s weird and nasty.” Katsuki teases, moving back into Y/N’s personal space with a cheeky grin. Finally, Y/N chuckles and Katsuki leaves tiny kisses on her neck; he would do anything to make Y/N smile at this moment. This is another new feeling Katsuki needs to get used to; this urge to please his other half, like being himself is not enough anymore, he needs to be better, kinder, stronger for his partner, for Y/N, being “okay” is not enough anymore, he needs to be the best… ahh fuck this whole love thing, this is fucking ridiculous. A warm puff of air leaves Katsuki’s mouth and Y/N shivers underneath him; he might be in the middle of a hate-speech in his head but the can’t lie, he absolutely loves the way Y/N reacts to his touches. It’s so fucking addicting. Y/N pushes him away gently, forcing the blonde to look into her eyes; the smile falters and changes into a serious gaze, one full off worry and love.

“Katsuki… I want to say something. Will you listen to me?”

Well, fuck. He really doesn’t want to, but he doesn’t have a choice. He’s so fucking ready to have a meltdown in the bathroom.

“Spill.” Katsuki rolls his eyes, trying his best to act like everything is okay and this conversation is absolutely unnecessary, even though he knows it’s not.

“I know you hate to feel weak and vulnerable and you probably can’t wait to run away and never come close again, but I want you to know that this… this was okay. It’s okay to say no. It’s not a fucking weakness.” Ahh, here it goes. The fucking pity he hates so much. “And if you say no next week or next month or even after that, it will be okay. If you don’t want to go further at all, that’s also okay. I don’t care, Katsuki. The only thing I care about is you being here with me, supporting me and liking me. I’m more than happy to live without sex for the rest of my life if it means you’ll stay by my side. So… just talk to me, okay?” Katsuki is not sure if he wants to run away, cry on Y/N’s shoulder or just marry her in the nearest register office. What the fuck did Katsuki do to deserve such an understanding, beautiful fucking girlfriend who can keep up with him even in the worst days? How?!

“Stop saying cheesy shit, I hate it.” Katsuki mumbles, his cheeks red as a tomato. “It’s stupid anyway. Thanks, though.”

Well, that sentence definitely did not convey a single thing he wanted to, but Katsuki isn’t good with words. Or deeds. Or with anything emotional. He didn’t even know he had them until last month.

“I know you hate this, but it’s a part of being in a relationship. I want you to tell me about this later, when you feel comfortable. I want to know everything about you. Even if it’s something stupid.” Y/N smiles and fuck, Katsuki really wants to make this Menace the happiest fucking woman on Earth.

“I want to make you happy.” Katsuki grumbles, his hands slowly crawling up on Y/N’s thighs until he gets to the edge of her panties. He can feel his blood pumping aggressively inside him, leaving trails of burning fire in their wake. Y/N scrunches her face for a few seconds and takes a deep breath; she slowly removes his hands from her body with a disappointed frown on her face.

Well, Mr. Katsuki definitely sucks at this.

“Kats, did you even listen to me?”

“I did…” he mumbles with a guilty expression in his eyes.

“I want to wait until you are ready, and I want to do this together. Now move your fucking ass and let me calm down.” She sighs, and Katsuki hates it.

Katsuki might be a changed man but he still hates a lot of things. Clearly.

“I suck at this shit.” Katsuki grumbles after he moves away from his girlfriend.

“You really do but it’s kind of sexy to be honest.” Y/N gives him a seductive look which makes Katsuki’s little friend twitch and that’s when Katsuki decides he’d had enough of the Menace’s shenanigans for one day and leaves the room. He can only hope his mother is not doing laundry right now, because if he has to face her while looking like this, he’ll catapult himself out of the window and move to Mars.

Katsuki needs a cold shower. Or two. Or three.

Fuck, being in a relationship is a real fucking challenge; thank god he’s a hot headed, challenge-loving bastard who absolutely can’t wait to see what kind of obstacles he’ll need to overcome in the future, plus fucking ultra and all that shit.

He’ll fucking win at this relationship-thing, because he always fucking wins.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Be like Katsuki. If you are not comfortable with something, say it. If the other person loves you they’ll understand. If not, they are not the one. There is also no such thing as being to old to be a virgin. Do stuff when you are ready.

Sorry for the random advice but I would have killed to have someone telling me that when I was young, so I had to do it.

TL: @sixxze @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax @coffeent @smolsleepybat @therealpotatobish

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x self insert #bakugo x you #shenanigansbypurplepotato #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #soft katsuki

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kokomyass · 5 months

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Nanami Kento ☆ You missed

Nanami x Fem!Gojo!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Word Count: 1987

Trigger warnings⚠️: none, other than swearing

a/n: hey loves, in this fanfic you are Gojo's sister and 2 years younger. You don't have six eyes or limitless though. xx

Second person POV

"Ha! +4, take those 4 fucking cards bitch."

You and Gojo had finished a mission and were busy playing uno in the staff room over who could have the last strawberry mochi in the fridge because of course as the Gojo siblings you couldn't do anything maturely.

"Aww Y/N that's a shame because...your gonna have to take 8 cards!" Gojo slammed down another +4, leaving you dumbfounded.

Just as you were about to attack Gojo the door unlocked to the finest man alive: Nanami.

You had had a crush on Nanami for ages and it was pretty obvious because your brother noticed the day you met him. You were a year younger than Nanami so funnily enough you happened to be around him a lot. After you finished school you joined him at his job and you became closer since then also doing a handful of missions together.

"Nanami!! Fancy seeing you hear" You exclaimed jumping up pretending you weren't about to beat your brother up.

"Y/N...Satoru..." Nanami nodded as a greeting whilst saying your name.

He loosened his tie and run his hand through his hair as he let out a deep and long sigh before sitting on the chair from exhaustion.

You were entranced at the sight in front of you that you didn't notice Gojo shoving you into the seat next to him...too close for comfort.

"Hey...you okay?" your heart fluttered as Nanami showed you concern despite you being a grade 1 curse user, so a slight push is nothing.

"I'm alright, Nanami it's just someone I'm unfortunately related to is being annoying as usual."

You shot Gojo a death glare. All he did was give you a grin saying 'You gotta start making moves, dummy' so you shot him a look saying 'Not like this you asshole'

Whilst you were stunned and trying to communicate with Gojo with your eyes you didn't notice the little to no gap between you and Nanami and the deafening silence in the air.

Once you realised you shot up, "Uhhh I forgot that I am meant to be having a girls night with uhh Maki and Nobara and Utahime and maybe Mei Mei? Oh and Ieiri of course..." you kept on spouting nonsense before sprinting out bumping into Principal Yaga on the way.

"Umm Satoru...Is your sister alright?" Nanami was genuinely concerned as what just went down was extremely confusing.

"Yeahhh she's just flustered by your hotness!" Gojo jumped up and down making sure to try his best to impersonate your energy.

"Satoru is it possible for you to not be an idiot for one day...?" Nanami rolled his eyes despite feeling some warmth in his heart.

Time Skip

It was the next day and you rolled out of bed feeling sluggish and most definitely NOT wanting to go to work.

You turned on your phone to see you were 30 minutes past you usual getting up time.

Along with that you saw 10 missed calls from Nanami forgetting that he usually picks you up.

"SHIT...GOJO YOU ASSHOLE DID YOU NOT BOTHER TO WAKE ME UP" you screamed at Gojo who was downstairs getting ready for work too but the sorcerer kind.

"Y/N I tried to wake you up, Nanami waited 10 minutes for you...I told him that you would take a while so he might as well go..."

"ARGHHH GOJO WHAT THE FUCK YOUR RUINING MY CHANCES WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE SOME BROTHER YOU ARE-"

You were agitated and rushed. You snatched the box of food on the counter without asking who's it was and rushed out the house.

You ended up taking a bus and whilst on the bus you saw the box was noted to you from Nanami and it had your favourite baked goods and you blushed and smiled to youself thinking of how thoughtful Nanami was.

You also saw a new movie out in cinemas and thought it was your perfect opportunity to ask Nanami to go out with you.

Once you arrived at work, you made it your mission to go to Nanami. You tried walking as fast as you could in your stilettos without tripping embarrassingly.

"Nanamiiii!!!" you shouted as you made you way over to his desk.

He looked up smiling slightly at the sight of you walking over looking ever so jovial and cutesy.

"Y/N, did you enjoy the breakfast I made for you?" he asked diverting all his attention to you.

"Ohhhh it was AMAZING, thank you so much!! You know me too well Kento Nanami~" you chuckled as you sat on his desk and crossed you leg over another looking hella sexy in your business attire.

"Sooo Nanami....there's this movie that's come out and I would really love if you could watch it with me tomorrow..." you asked Nanami making sure to bat your eyes.

"Of course Y/N, that would be lovely." Nanami smiled sweetly at you as it felt like you were in your own world forgetting all the other working citizens.

"REALLY!! THIS IS AMAZING I CAN'T WAIT!!" you got a bit overcome with excitement and gave Nanami a tight hug that he returned after a moment of shock.

"Hey lovebirds! I don't care whatever mood yer in, but I can't have ya frolicking around during working hours, please take this to yer home, yer distracting my workers." Your boss suddenly came from nowhere as you released Nanami.

"Uhhh s-sorry sir but we aren't-" you started feeling the need to explain the misconception

"Sorry sir, it won't happen again." Nanami quickly butt in not denying a word the boss said.

Your face turned bright red as you got up from Nanami's desk, patting his head before waving a sweet goodbye.

Time Skip

It's the morning of your date with Nanami, and you're feeling exhilarated.

You wore your favourite outfit and did your makeup and hair(if you have some).

"Satoru, do I look good?" you asked, twirling around.

"Looking good, sis! You sure are my sister. You're looking even better than me!" you laughed at your brothers comment

Just as you were about to reply, the doorbell rang.

You hurriedly asked Gojo to open the door as you went to get your shits and Nanami's present.

Nanami POV

I rang the doorbell expecting to be met with the beautiful Y/N Gojo. However, to my dismay, I was met with a different Gojo....

"Heyyy Nanami! You're taking my sister out for a date, huh?" Gojo said as he leaned against the door with his arms crossed.

"Yes, I am. Where is she?" I tried to glance to see where she was, but there was no sign of her.

"Ah she's getting her stuff together....before she comes down...on a serious note Nanami, I know your responsible and not the type to hurt others but I'm still gonna say...hurt her in anyway and you are dead."

This was one of the very few times I saw Gojo serious, and to be honest, it was quite heartwarming how he cared for his sister.

"Nanami!! Sorry to keep you waiting! Let's go."

Second person POV

You hurriedly gave Gojo a hug goodbye. "Bye, Satoru!" And of course, he whispered in your ear. "Have fun, sis, use protection ;)" You whacked his arm as you went outside with Nanami, shutting the door behind you.

"You look beautiful, Y/N." Nanami looked at you up and down, admiring your beauty.

"You look ever so handsome, Nanami," you said, blushing and looking down.

"OH, I forgot!!" You gave Nanami a tight hug, struggling to fully wrap your arms around him because of how much bigger and taller he was than you.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you tightly and you stayed there for a while before walking hand in hand to the cinema.

You got to the cinema amd sat down in your seats with popcorn and drinks.

As the movie started you really wanted to make a move but alas something within you was too scared to make a move but as if Nanami read your mind he moved your head so it laid on his shoulder and he rested his head on top of yours. He intertwined your fingers as you blushed and smiled.

Once the movie was finished, yet again hand in hand, you both walked out.

"THAT MOVIE WAS AWESOME!! I LOVED IT!" you laughed feeling so happy and contented. Not only was it a good film you watched it with the love of your life.

"Yes it was very interesting, I must say. I'm very glad I watched it with you," Nanami looked at you deeply in the eyes and you looked back at him lovingly before you remembered his present.

"Oh! Nanami! I forgot, I got you a small present it isn't much but I hope you like it..." you gave Nanami the box with his present inside and when he opened it, it revealed a vintage but fancy watch that you knew he wanted for a while.

"Y/N...this is amazing, thank you so much your so kind." he pulled you into a hug rubbing your back with care and love before he pulled away.

"I have something for you too. I really hope you like it, although it isn't much."

You opened the present to see a charm bracelet of your favourite sweets and felt your heartbeat quicken.

"NANAMI THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!" you didn't even realise what you had said leaving Nanami dumbfounded as you pecked his cheek whilst blushing heavily and looking down from embarrassment.

"You missed." Nanami muttered.

"Huh?" before you could say anything Nanami kissed your lips tenderly savouring the sweet taste of your lips as you returned the kiss deepening it.

"I love you too Y/N" he hugged you once more before you made your way back home he dropped you off at your house

"Y/N this was an amazing date and I know it may be early but would you be my girlfriend, I promise I will-"

Before he could finish, you shut him up with a kiss to his lips to answer his question.

"Yes I would love to." you smiled at each other before pecking each other one last time before you entered a house; now a taken woman.

You walked in seeing Gojo on the couch and he stood up awaiting you feedback.

"Left the house a sad single woman...now I have arrived taken!!" Gojo laughed loudly before running to you scoop you up in a hug weirdly he was as happy as you were

"I knew Nanami couldn't resist my little sisters adorable face." Gojo squidged you face as you squirmed and joked around for the rest of the night feeling happy and content that you finally got with the love of your life.

A lil extra cause why not!:

You and Nanami had come back from a mission hand in hand making your way to the staffroom. It was 1am in the morning and you weren't expecting anyone to be there. You opened the door to see Gojo telling everyone about your new relationship.

"And guess what guys? They kissed!! I saw it all!! I was honestly so happy for my little sis we all know how much she's been thirst-"

"GOJO!!!!"

let's just say Gojo had to take a few days off for 'illness'....

a/n: second onshot...I know its pretty long but I really hope you enjoyed it and love you all!!! 💗💗🌸🌸

#nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk fluff #anime fluff #anime #anime x reader

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cornbake · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request a Vax x reader? They are enemies to lovers, you can decide the plot, but maybe with a one bed trope ( although I don't think Vex would allow that!) If you of course like it and want.

One of my favorite tropies when it comes to romance ngl. So most gladly I will do so!!

Splitting this one up too. Helps my thought process!

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: language (like always thou)

Spoilers: None

You had been with the twins for a while. A little before the rest of Vox. Your affliation with the clasp and them is how you first met. And how you kept together was more so due to skill than personal attachment. After all. Why would the twins like a cocky arrogant prick like yourself?

At least thats what Vax was thinking as you droned on and on about old stories to the others. You and him never got along. Always rivaling in your skills, and rivaling in your feats. If he had done some death defying act, you where sure to do the same not but moment after. You always had to rub your stuns in his face, boasting about them any moment you got after doing so. It made Vax wish he wipe that smirk off your face any moment he saw it.

Brooding in his room, one at the only inn the group could find in this small town. He was finishing up matnance with his daggers as his sister entered.

"Hopefully you aren't too far down that dark pit of yours." She wandered over to her bow to start to restring it for the journey ahead. "We need you present and not swallowing in your own thoughts, brother." His eyes didn't meet hers as she cast him a glance. His brows knitted together as his focus kept to the blades.

"I am aware of what must be done. But mind you, I am not the issue of this party." He could hear the soft scofting from his twin. "My focus is kept to the task at hand. Much more that what some of the others can say."

"Please. I still say you are over thinking this. No one is trying to steal the other's spot here. Maybe you just need to speak with them to understand them better." Her words only gain a huff from the raven-haired rouge. Sighing, Vax gathered her stuff to get ready for the road again. "Just... promise me you won't be distracted, brother..."

He took a moment to sigh. Hearing the hint of fear in his sisters voice made his heart twing with guilt.

"I promise to try, stubby..."

She can't get mad at him, he said he would try and here he is! Trying! Trying so very hard!

They had all been tasked to clear out the mine shaft next to the town so the miners could get back to work. The group needed the coin, so they took the job. You and Vax took up scouting ahead, something you both had been paired up to do countless times. Not that it meant you both enjoyed the other's shadow next to your own but sucking up your pride, the pair of you made do.

A simple scout ahead and come back, that's all it was! And what do you do? You go on further ahead without him and now he has to clean up YOUR mess.

"I swear I'm going to kill them if they are still alive after all this." The raven haired man grumbles as he assassinates a figure posted by one of the entrances. The Gnoll being dragged away just as another comes out to see what was going on, scratching his head in confusion at the missing ally. Giving the rouge just the perfect moment to slip by.

He kept to the shadows, feet stepping quickly yet lightly to make no sound. He could barely see, his Darkvision only helping him so much in the nearly pitch darkness. Both an advantage and a disadvantage.

The more he crept the further from the light he got, but his ears could here the struggles from a certain someone.

"I hope you know you are in deep shit after we get out of here."

"Oh great, my savior and my demise. Save your sharp tongue for the rope asshole."

There you, quick witt and annoying voice included. He had some hope that the Gnolls would have taken one of the two from you at the very least but seems that he can't get everything he wants all the time.

Making quick work of the lock that held you in the rusted cage like structure he pulls a dagger out to get the tightly bound rope cut. His rough treatment of your hands making you hiss.

"That hurt fuck nut"

"Well I'm sorry that you were the one to get you into this mess. Be grateful I came at all."

He had gotten the blade under the rope just as a pair of fur matted paws roughtly grab his face and chest, pulling him back away from you.

"VAX!" Your voice pierces the void that now engulfed his vision. Claws digging into skin as the Gnoll behind him struggled to hold onto his fighting form.

He kept trying to fight off the fish scented beast but he couldn't out flex something that could rival Grog in a fight. He could hear the mutt talking to other Gnolls. Gods save him.

It didn't take long for him to be bound next to you in the same cage. Sitting across from you, and while you can't see it, glaring into your soul. He was going to kill you the second he could. You got him in this mess. Something that had a very low chance of getting out of.

"I can feel you staring. Stop it. It's not gunna undo your loud ass boots."

"My loud ass- why. Best count your blessing while you can, I would gut you where you were if I wasn't bound. All because of your doing!"

"MY doing? Oh? And that includes, what? Me sa-"

A loud and harsh CLANG, rings from the metal cage. One of the Gnolls snarling at you two to get your bickering to stop.

"Once I am free from this you are dead, raven boy."

He sulked, not sharing any more words. His anger boiling his blood, he will make sure you never forget this moment. Whether this be the last moment the two of you share with one another or a scar to remind you of your mistakes. He will make sure you have a reminder.

#critical role fanfiction #fanfic #criticial role #fanfiction #vox machina x reader #vax critical role #vax'ildan #vax x reader #vax'ildan x reader

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hbyrde36 · 30 days

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Times Like These (The Anniversary Edition)

CH 1 CH 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9

Chapter 10: Focal Point

WC: 5138 | AO3 link

“Oh my god.”

The nail bat clattered as it hit the ground, slipping from Steve’s grip as he and Hopper spent several seconds just staring at each other. Eddie couldn’t tell who moved first but suddenly the two men had wrapped each other up in a fierce embrace.

He wasn’t sure if Steve and the Chief had been particularly close before the older man had been lost, but maybe having fought in the trenches together, and then thinking he was dead meant that didn’t really matter. They were brothers in arms—even if the age difference made them seem more like father and son—reunited against all odds just when they needed each other most.

That alone was worth a hug and a tear—or two.

Eddie bent to scoop up the fallen weapon, handing it back to Steve when they separated, and waved Hopper inside.

“Hey Chief,” Eddie said, dipping his head in acknowledgement. “Just, uh, heads up—there's like eight people right around the corner that are about to freak out when they see you.”

“Not the Chief anymore.” Hopper said, frowning as he looked Eddie up and down. “Do I even want to know how you got mixed up in all this, Munson?”

“It’s a long story, lawman.”

“I guess that makes two of us then.” Hopper sighed, taking a step over the threshold and throwing a desperate look at Steve. “Do you think I can at least shower this filth off before we play twenty questions?”

Steve grimaced in reply, scratching his nose.

Sure enough when they turned around, Robin, Dustin, and Nancy came tumbling into the hall, the others crowding in behind them in the archway, all staring—mouths agape.

Dustin rubbed at his eyes, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. “Is that?”

“Oh my god,” Robin breathed.

“But, I thought–”

“We all thought.” Nancy said, wrapping her arms around her waist.

For a moment Hopper just stood there looking at them all, a little stunned himself, staring as if they were the ghosts, his eyes swimming with unshed tears.

“Alright guys, let’s give the man a little breathing room.” Eddie prompted, knowing everyone but him and Steve were bound to be in a state of shock.

“I’m gonna take Hopper upstairs to get cleaned up before we bombard him with questions, alright?” Steve added, throwing a warning glare at the crowd of onlookers.

Dustin looked ready to push the issue, but thought better of it as the others nodded absently, moving out of the way to let them pass, still dumbfounded. Steve led Hopper towards the stairs, and Eddie followed without thinking, just second nature to be wherever Steve was, until he was stopped short on the bottom step, turning as Nancy caught him by the arm.

“Is this what you and Steve had to talk to Joyce alone about? Did you know he was alive this whole time?!” She asked, sharp eyes searching his.

He struggled not to squirm under the intensity of her gaze, glancing around for help, hoping Robin or Chrissy were close by but they’d both gone back into the living room.

“I knew it was a possibility, yeah, but I swear this is the first time I've been sure. I’m sorry, Joyce asked us not to say anything until—”

Nancy let him go suddenly, her face softening. “It’s okay. Eddie, I’m not—I know we haven't been especially friendly with each other, and I don't know if that’s typical of you and me in these loops or not, but—” She cut herself off, shaking her head. “I promise I believe you, and I-I'm not mad. God, I’m just glad he’s alive. I wanted to say thank you—for everything.”

“B-but I didn’t—”

“You did. I think you probably did more for us than we’ll ever know.” She smiled, stepping back and shooing him away. “Now go on, catch up with Steve. I'm sure he could use a hand, or at least moral support.”

Eddie gulped and did just that, taking the stairs two at a time to escape, wondering how the hell he’d managed to endear himself to goddamn Nancy Wheeler. He’d been a train wreck this loop!

He got to the end of the hall in a flash.

“So, what happened, why aren’t Joyce and the kids with you?” Steve was asking Hopper as he walked up.

The former chief glanced between the two of them. “I thought you might know something. You seemed… a little less shocked than I would have expected at seeing me alive. I take it the others didn’t have any idea?”

Steve shook his head.

“I would have done the same.” Hopper nodded approvingly. “And to answer your question, all I know is we were on the way to some underground bunker in Nevada when the flight crew got a message that it had been compromised. They rerouted here, dropped me off, and left again.”

Oh shit.

It’d been such a surprise to open the door and see the man standing on the other side of it that Eddie hadn’t considered the implications of him arriving alone. Clearly Steve had.

He felt like an idiot, unsure why he was even standing there. Steve didn’t need him. Eddie had followed out of habit, a base need to be around the other boy, wherever he was—proof that he’d let himself go too far last night, forgotten that he needed to stay away. He should have left that bathroom the second Steve was patched up, and he definitely shouldn’t have fallen asleep next to him on the couch.

“Alright, that’s enough for now. You uh… “ Steve trailed off, showing Hopper into his parents room. “Shower’s through there, and you can take whatever you want from the drawers or the closet. Come down when you’re ready.”

“Thanks, kid.”

As soon as they were back downstairs with the others, Robin rounded on Steve whispering at him rapidly, while Dustin pounced, pointing an accusing finger at Eddie. “What’s going on?”

“What makes you think I know anything?”

Dustin gave him a searing glare, unimpressed. “First of all, you’re in a time loop, you literally know everything. Secondly, do I look stupid to you?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

“You both obviously know something, so spill.” Dustin demanded, all but stomping his feet as he looked between him and Steve.

“Fine! Okay, fine!” Steve raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t know how he survived Starcourt and the explosion or anything, but Joyce got a ransom note from Russia right before all this started. She asked Owens to help this time around, and some of his people got Hop out.”

“Out?” Mike asked.

“They were holding him in a prison.”

Dustin took a few steps back, falling into the nearby recliner. “Jesus.”

Steve bit at his lip.

“There’s more, what is it?” Max asked.

Steve’s eyes flicked to Eddie briefly before he answered. “Hopper was supposed to meet up with El and the Byers first and they were all going to fly here together.” He paused, shaking his head. “Something’s wrong.”

Hopper finally joined them about fifteen minutes later, looking exhausted but clean. He’d shaved and was wearing, well—

Eddie snorted at the sight, all six foot three inches of scowling Jim Hopper wrapped in baby blue silk pajamas. The top had buttons and a collar and everything.

“Shut it. Munson. I’ve arrested you before. I’ll do it again.”

“Not the chief anymore, you said so yourself!”

“Watch me get reinstated just for the privilege,” Hopper growled. “It was this or a three-piece monkey suit, and I wouldn't want you to feel underdressed.”

“Sorry, Hop.” Steve interrupted, stepping between them. “I’ll find you something better later.”

The group gathered around, still looking at Hopper in awe until Mike stepped forward and threw his arms around the man’s middle, hugging him. It seemed to break some sort of ice for everyone else because suddenly they were all hugging him, Erica too, and the display reaffirmed for Eddie how much getting this man back meant to them all.

Eventually the former chief sat down and explained, in brief, how back at Starcourt he’d had to separate from Joyce to keep the Russians at bay, and wound up leaping off the platform he had stood on, narrowly avoiding the pulse of energy that destroyed everything in its path when Joyce had deactivated their machine, closing the gate. He was left untouched by the blast but he thought he must have hit his head in the fall and passed out. When he came to, he was immediately captured by the remaining Russian soldiers.

His captors “questioned” him for weeks, or so Hopper put it, though they all knew it was code for something much, much worse. Something that made Steve tense, and made Eddie want to reach out and offer him comfort, but he held back.

Hopper didn’t say much about the bulk of his time in the prison, either because he had no wish to relive those memories, or because he thought it was more than they needed to hear, and ended by telling them about the deal he’d made with one of the few guards that spoke English, who’d been the one to send the note to Joyce. The rest, they already knew.

“Now, can someone please tell me what the hell’s been going on around here, why my daughter is in an underground bunker in Nevada, and how Eddie Munson ties into all of it?” Hooper asked when he was all done, hooking a thumb in Eddie’s direction.

Eddie clenched his jaw hard enough to crack, squeezing his hands into fists at his side. It was nothing against Hopper really, they just had a generally special relationship, the kind lovingly built on years of Eddie running through backyards trying to escape parties that were being broken up, while Hopper tried to catch him.

The real problem was that he just couldn’t fucking do it again. He couldn’t go through the whole saga one more time—not when he knew he might have to do it again soon anyway If they didn’t make it out of this loop.

They were all looking at him expectantly again, but just the idea of it, coupled with the lack of sleep, all his stress and anxiety surrounding the Steve of it all, and the fact that he was on his umpteenth hour of having to listen to Master of Puppets on a fucking loop, all conspired to send Eddie right over the edge, feeling suddenly exhausted and overwhelmed.

As if he could sense that Eddie was at a breaking point, Steve drew the attention back on himself, assigning Dustin and Nancy to take the lead on catching Hopper up to speed, while announcing that he and Eddie would go to the kitchen and take care of breakfast for everyone.

Eddie followed, desperate to escape the spotlight and this latest retelling even if it meant trading one impossibly difficult situation for another.

He froze for a moment when they were finally alone in the kitchen, watching as Steve pulled out pans and set them on the stove. It was too reminiscent of another very different morning, and an irrational anger began to bubble up in his chest.

He’d been trying so hard to keep his emotions in check—to keep himself under control, but Steve was unrelenting in his care and kindness, and the way he kept looking at Eddie like maybe—

No.

Eddie snatched his pack of cigarettes roughly up off the counter where they rested next to his keys and stomped past Steve towards the patio.

“I’m not your fucking damsel in distress, Harrington!” Eddie snapped over his shoulder. “I don’t need you to rescue me.” He didn’t wait to see if Steve had anything to say in response to his outburst, walking straight out the door and shutting it tight behind him.

Eddie leaned against the side of the house and lit up a smoke, inhaling deep into his lungs, wishing it were a joint rather than a cigarette but still hoping the nicotine would soothe some of his frayed nerves.

It didn’t.

“Fuck!” He shouted, ripping the headphones off his ears and kicking at the house’s concrete foundation.

He was doing it again, getting so caught up in his own bullshit when any one of them could die—and soon. The good feelings he’d allowed himself to indulge in the night before, bolstered by seeing the party reunited with the chief this morning, were rapidly fading, leaving nothing but a sense of hopelessness in its wake.

When he’d smoked his first cigarette down to the filter he stubbed it out, immediately lighting another. He wasn’t usually a chain smoker but he needed the distraction, he needed something to do with his hands, and he desperately needed an excuse to stay out of that fucking house for a while.

He was nearing the end of his second smoke when he heard the glass door slide open behind him. He didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge that he’d heard anything at all, staring deliberately ahead at the pool, the yard, and the woods beyond.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked softly.

Of course it was Steve. He didn’t even sound pissed off that Eddie had yelled at him for basically no reason and stormed off, he just seemed concerned. It made Eddie feel both worse for being such an asshole, and more pissed off.

“I’m fine.” Eddie spat. “Don’t you have anything better to do than hover over me?” He tossed his latest butt to the concrete, grinding it out with the sole of his shoe before setting off at a brisk walk towards the tree line , not looking back once. He knew that if he did—if he turned around and looked Steve full in the face he’d never be able to hold on to this anger. And he wouldn't just break, he’d shatter.

“Eddie, wait,” Steve called out.

He ignored it, continuing to walk, but far from giving up Steve continued to chase him down, his footsteps crunching on the dry grass as he tried to catch up.

“You called me sweetheart—”

It stopped Eddie dead in his tracks. Time stopped—everything froze. He held his breath, he was pretty sure even his heart skipped a beat or two. Still, he didn’t turn around.

Steve kept coming, and Eddie begged his heart to restart, for his body to reanimate.

“Last night when you were—”

“Stop!” Eddie blurted out.

The sounds of crisp grass underfoot faltered, slowing.

“I didn’t—it just slipped out. It didn’t mean anything.” Eddie urged his legs to move, to put one foot in front of the other—to run, but he only managed a few stuttering steps. “Just… leave me alone, Steve.”

The footfalls finally stopped.

Good.

“Fine,” Steve said sharply, then sighed. “But—you know better than most what could be out there, don’t go too far.” He started to walk away then but paused, quietly adding, “and please put your music on.”

Eddie held his breath as he listened to Steve’s retreat. He had no intention of going very far, not sure how he’d even made it this close to the edge of Steve’s properly in the first place, it was like he’d lost time.

The second he heard the patio door shut again, and he was sure the other boy was really gone, Eddie’s knees buckled, and he slumped down against the trunk of the nearest tree. He pulled his knees to his chest, slid the headphones back over his ears, and wept.

He sobbed until his eyes burned, and his throat hurt, and his chest ached—and hysterically he started to think that maybe the him-dying-over-and-over-again thing was the easiest part of this whole arrangement. He’d take the bats right now over this.

It was a long time before he could bring himself to go back inside.

There was no way everyone hadn’t heard the way he’d snapped at Steve, hadn’t heard him ranting and raving outside even if they couldn’t hear exactly what was said. He was wrung out, embarrassed, sure that his puffy eyes were too noticeable to be missed, and avoided everyone's glances as he rejoined the group sitting on the floor in front of Chrissy.

It seemed as though they were done telling Hopper about the loops and were now on to catching him up on everything else he’d missed being away from the world at large for the last eight months. Eventually Eddie did look up, and of course instantly locked eyes with Steve, whose gaze was already on him, and he felt like such an asshole.

At first glance Steve looked pissed, his face hard, but underneath it all and in the depths of his eyes he looked sad—hurt.

Eddie had done that.

Steve got up abruptly, breaking the stare, and left the room with Robin in tow. Eddie looked back down at his feet just as Chrissy placed a hand on the back of his neck. Her cool fingers felt wonderful as they kneaded the tense muscles there, and he tuned out everything else for a few minutes, letting himself enjoy the touch, leaning back into her legs a little bit as he closed his eyes, only intending to rest them for a bit.

The next thing he knew the room around them was empty. He wasn’t sure where the kids had gone, outside maybe, but Chrissy did say that Hopper had gone back upstairs to get some sleep while they waited for a call back from one of Owens’ colleagues. They could only hope someone knew what was going on and if El and the Byers were okay—all of them clinging to the fact that this had happened before and they’d made it out alive. With any luck they’d done it again.

Eddie yawned and stretched, rolling his shoulders, and tried not to think about what a mess he’d made of things.

“You hungry?” Chrissy asked, nudging his shoulder. “We ate while you were outside but, um… Steve saved a plate for you in the microwave.”

He winced, another pang in his chest because even after all that, Steve was still trying to take care of him. He was starving, too. Nothing built up an appetite quite like a bout of hysterics, but he could also hear Steve in the kitchen cleaning up and Eddie didn’t think he could face him, promise of pancakes or not.

“Come on,” Chrissy said, rising to her feet and offering him a hand up, which of course he took. “You need to eat. I’ll go with you.”

Not only was Steve in there doing the dishes but Robin was helping, and Nancy was sitting up at the counter pouring over her notepad, their conversation coming to a screeching halt when he and Chrissy entered the room.

Eddie hesitated in the doorway feeling incredibly awkward, but Chrissy pulled him along, setting him up next to Nancy while she brought his food over, and proceeded to stand beside him like a tiny blonde guard dog while he ate.

After a while Nancy turned to him, clearing her throat. “So, uh, the three of us were talking, and I was thinking, no matter what happens we’ll still need access to a gate soon right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“And Steve mentioned that he had planned to talk to Patrick yesterday, to try and help him, but after Jason showed up here, that obviously didn’t happen. So I think, not to be insensitive, but I think a few of us should take a ride out to Benny’s to see if there’s a gate.”

Eddie pushed his plate away at her words, appetite gone. He’d forgotten Patrick completely in the aftermath of the fight. He couldn’t even be surprised anymore at how much of a failure he was. If he had the capacity to think more rationally he’d be able to see it was Jason’s fault, if it was anyone’s, that the other boy had been lost, but rationality had parted ways with Eddie a long time ago.

Though he supposed Nancy had a point—and at least now they knew where to check for a gate. If it was there, and they somehow managed to pull off a win, at least Patrick won’t have died in vain.

“I’ll go,” Steve said, loud and abrupt. “Be good to get out of the house for a while.”

It felt pointed.

Eddie’s face burned as he kept his eyes cast down, staring at his mostly untouched plate of food as Steve and Nancy left together—though he did notice the way Chrissy and Robin shared a few pointed looks with each other over his head.

They were gone for a long time, and Eddie hated the way he seethed with jealousy thinking about the two of them in Steve’s car alone together. He had no right, and on top of that he’d been horrible, of course Steve wanted to get the fuck away from him, and wasn’t this what he wanted anyway? Some space?

He didn’t even know anymore.

Chrissy never left his side, and for that matter neither did Robin, though mercifully neither tried to get him to talk—allowing him to mope in silence right up until someone knocked on the front door.

All three of them froze, looking at each other. It certainly wasn’t Nancy and Steve returning, he wouldn’t knock at his own house, and everyone else was here. Eddie’s luck being what it was, the most likely scenario was that it was Jason coming back for him again—whether for Chrissy’s sake or to blame him for something else, it was honestly a crap shoot at this point.

“It's probably safest if I get it,” Robin said, following the same train of thought. “You two stay here.”

“No.”

No way was Eddie doing this again, he didn’t think Jason would stoop so low as to hit a girl, but he wasn’t taking the chance of someone else getting hurt on his behalf again. He went for the door first, swinging it open aggressively, itching for a fight, but it wasn’t Jason, or any of his buddies.

Eddie gaped. It was a short woman with long dark hair, two younger teens at her side, and Jonathan Byers—the only one of them he truly recognized—at her back.

The woman, who had to be Joyce, smiled at him brightly. “You must be Eddie. Honey, it’s so nice to meet you in person.” She stepped forward, wrapping him up in a hug that caught him completely off guard.

Like Chrissy she was small but strong, her grip around him firm and comforting. For the briefest of seconds he felt wholly safe, and he wondered if this is what it was supposed to feel like when you got hugged by a mom. It’d been long enough since he’d seen his own that he could hardly remember her face, let alone what her arms had felt like around him, but he doubted it’d been anything like this.

He hugged her in return, letting himself melt into it a little bit until she began to rub his back and he realized he was trembling. He backed off abruptly before he could turn into a complete mess in front of people he barely knew, and was thankful when the sound of thundering footsteps pulled everyone’s attention away from him and to Hopper rushing down the hall.

“Dad!” Eleven sobbed, rushing inside the house to meet him halfway, throwing herself at him.

Joyce gasped, grabbing at Eddie’s arm. He smiled down at her. “He showed up early this morning.”

She smiled back, moving to join them, and had her own sweet reunion with her lost friend.

More than a friend, Eddie corrected his own thoughts as the pair shared a passionate, if chaste, kiss. Mindful of the young eyes in the room no doubt.

Moments later Steve and Nancy reappeared, at almost the same time the kids came in from out back, screaming when they spotted the new arrivals.

Eddie stood back and watched it all unfold, the smiles, the tears, more hugs and pats on the back, and felt his own mouth turning up at the corners. It was impossible to be unaffected by it. Finally, after all this time, all the struggle to get here, the entire group of them was together again in one place.

When things had calmed a bit, Joyce explained that although the raid had happened ahead of when they expected it, Owens received an anonymous tip and was able to smuggle her and the kids out and into a helicopter before the underground lab was overrun. No one could figure out what had caused the change, and they’d probably never know. Hopefully it wouldn't matter.

Inevitably, Eddie’s eyes settled on Steve, as they always did no matter how hard he tried not to, and as had become just as common, Steve was looking back at him too, his brow pinched.

Eddie couldn’t stand it. He didn't want to leave things between them like this. At the very least he owed the other boy an apology. He held Steve’s gaze purposefully and tilted his head down the hall towards the office before setting off for it, hoping the other boy would follow.

He did.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” Eddie said as soon as Steve stepped into the room.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s going on with you?”

“It’s nothing, I–”

“Don’t.” Steve said, clipped, before Eddie could even try to make up excuses. “Don’t do that. You—fuck, Eddie, I feel like I'm going crazy here.“ He huffed a wry laugh as he shook his head, running hands roughly through his hair. “One minute you’re—we’re—I don’t know… and the next you’re pulling away from me again. You tell me we’re friends but then half the time you act like you can’t stand being around me! It’s so hot and cold, and I’m—”

“What are you guys doing in here?”

The rest of Steve’s speech was lost as Dustin came barreling into the room. “I’ve been looking everywhere, come on! El wants to go over the plan!”

Steve looked at him questioningly over Dustin’s head. Eddie hesitated, he didn’t know what to say except the truth, and even if he was ready to own up to it, he wasn’t about to spill his guts in front of the kid. It would have to wait. Steve scoffed, shaking his head, and left without a word. Dustin looked between the two of them, confused.

“What did I say?” He asked.

Eddie ruffled the kid’s hair. “Nothing, Henderson, don’t worry about it. Let’s go see what supergirl wants to do.”

The plan was simple, and very similar to every other time they’d done this, with a few big exceptions.

None of the younger teens were going anywhere near the Upside Down. It was the one point at which Hopper had absolutely put his foot down, with Joyce’s support. The only exception was El, who insisted she needed to be there to face Vecna in person as well as inside his mindscape.

The kids were beyond pissed at being benched, again, apparently this had happened before, but oddly enough the biggest argument wound up being over timing. Hopper wanted to wait, to give Eleven—all of them, really—a night to rest and recharge, but he was overwhelmingly overruled.

Almost everyone wanted to go in now, tonight. They wanted to end this. Even Joyce who’d only just arrived was in agreement once Dustin pointed out that they’d never tried to go after Vecna this early, and with only two kills under his belt. It was the closest thing to an advantage they were ever likely to get.

Hopper relented, but quickly took charge of the proceedings from there, which worked just fine for Eddie. He was the bait, he knew what his marching orders would be, and was happy to let the older man call the shots, barely listening as the rest of the details were worked out.

“Alright, if my daughter is going into that place, then so am I.” Hopper said.

“I'm going too.” Nancy was quick to jump in. “I’m the best shot here besides you.”

“Me too.” Jonathan spoke up, “I know I can’t shoot for shit, but I'm not letting you go in there without me, or El for that matter. Not when I'm here. I’ll bring an ax or something.”

“Chrissy and I can handle the music and guard the gate at Benny’s.” Robin said.

“Okay that’ll all work fine,” Hopper agreed. “Joyce, I’d like you to go to the topside Creel house to keep an eye on Eddie, and uh, Steve you—”

“I’m going with Eddie.” Steve insisted.

“No.” Eddie forcibly pulled himself out of the hole he’d been sinking into to prepare himself for the inevitable, as the others had talked around him. “I mean, maybe you should stay here with the kids in case something happens.”

It was worth a shot.

Steve's face twisted up “What? No! We barely have enough hands as it is, I'm not staying behind.”

“You could join us in the Upside Down,” Hopper suggested. “The more weapons on this guy the better.”

“No, I'm going with him.” Steve said again, shaking his head at Hopper before turning pleading eyes back on Eddie.

“Eddie, you need a third person, someone to be with you while the other one takes care of the signals.”

Eddie was torn, he didn’t love the idea of Steve in the Upside Down, even if he had been several times before, but he’d never anticipated Steve wanting to go with him, especially not after today. He couldn't… he wouldn’t be able to say the things he might need to say to bait Vecna with Steve right there. He didn’t want Steve to see him like that again either! “There’s plenty of time for Joyce to make it upstairs, it’ll be fine. You should–”

“This is ridiculous, just let me–”

“You heard what Hopper said, maybe��”

“Stop!” Dustin shouted, silencing both of them. “Eddie, I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, but you know if I wasn’t being side-lined here I’d insist on going with you. Please, if it can’t be me, let it be Steve. He’ll watch out for you, don’t you trust him?”

“Of course I do,” Eddie rushed out. “That’s not–”

“Good, that settles it then. Steve goes with Eddie and Joyce.”

“Fine,” Eddie agreed, resigned. He turned away from Dustin to look at Steve again, but for the first time Steve wasn’t looking back at him, he was walking away.

Eddie sighed. At least it would all be over soon.

Chapter 11

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shi-daisy · 18 days

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Spring Beast and Silver Queen

Day 6 and here we have the second otp! Like Tamcien (or Feylincien) and Neris own my heart but Neslin has so much potential that I wouldn't mind them being endgame in a Canon. So here's a little oneshot for them with some Fairytale tropes. Hope you like!

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Tamlin Week 2024- Day 6- Fairy Tale AU

Spring Beast & Silver Queen

Nesta walked onto the decayed manor, it was just as destroyed as the rest of the court.

Lucien might be the only one to come here out of genuine care, but if the mild mannered redhead couldn't do more than this that meant the High Lord was all but dead inside. She understood. Nesta felt the same way.

She found Tamlin sleeping. The male was in his beast form, like that day when he came to their cottage and took her sister. There were times she wished that hadn't happened. Now, she just wished she'd ran when she had the chance.

It didn't matter anymore. It was either Spring or a lock up on Night, and she'd take her chances with the wilted flowers.

Nesta came into the room slowly. A bird that slept on Tamlin's mane woke up, and left out the window, sparing her one last glance.

She kneeled on the floor and gently patted the man. He was alive, just deeply asleep, and he looked so very weak.

'Guess they've broken us both.' She thought.

Who had once been a monster to her now looked so very defenseless and sad Nesta felt compelled to be kind. Maybe being here wouldn't be so bad, at least Tamlin wouldn't bother her about her drinking if the empty wine bottles were any indication.

She didn't know why, but Nesta decided to plant a soft kiss on the beasts forhead, and wait for him to wake. Nesta didn't have to wait long.

Tamlin turned from beast to fae form in a flash, and when his emerald eyes fell on her their bond snapped.

***

A deep silence fell upon the room as he sat up and stared at Nesta who was equally surprised and stunned.

"I...Think you know what this means."

"Yes..."

"Wait! Why are you here, Lady Nesta? Is this another strange dream?"

"Afraid not. I'll explain."

She told him of her downward spiral, of her sister's betrayal and the choice she was given. It nearly made his magic spiral in a rage.

"Stay here I'd that's what you want. I swear I shall protect you." Tamlin managed to say.

"...What about the bond?"

"If you keep it, they cannot take you away. Once we're certain they won't hurt you, then you may do as you wish with it."

It hurt to say, to denounce something he'd once wanted, despite knowing of it worst sides thanks to his parents, and yet...he wanted to prioritize Nesta's free will. It was clear she needed it.

Especially when her frown turned into a slight smile. "I appreciate it."

Baby steps, in time they could be friends.

***

Lucien had come to visit. After she explained the situation the redhead not only returned to stay with his partners but he cut off all ties to Night.

"We will help you rebuild this court!"

That was all they needed to let the Band of Exiles become part of the Spring council.

The Spring Library was a marvel after it was cleaned and she took to devouring every book she could. It helped fix the court and bring back the population.

In a few months things were already looking up, and Tamlin wouldn't stop thanking her. "Lucien did most of the administrative work. Vassa is in charge of diplomacy and Jurian is training the sentries. Why are you thanking me too?"

"Because if you hadn't arrived that day. I wouldn't be here right now. Your silver flame is what kept me holding on and made me rebuild what I shouldn't have left crumble. Thank you."

His gentle hand on hers gave her pause. Despite the slow friendship they'd cultivated and the bond that kept her safe, sometimes Nesta doubted a man like him could want her if it wasn't because of the mating bond. Still, she didn't want to break it. Her safety was at stake but also...she didn't want to hurt Tamlin further.

Nesta felt a tear slide down her cheek, but it was soon wiped away as Tamlin kissed her forehead. "You don't have to say anything. If I have to wait forever I shall. You're worth waiting for."

Worth. She hadn't heard that from anyone.

"There's a lot I still must deal with, but when I do. I'm certain you'll be who I want to spend my time with."

"I'm honored to hear that."

***

Tamlin often thought that beyond any person music would remain his ultimate love. Perhaps that would've been right, as he played his fiddle before the Calanmai celebrations and everyone danced with joy.

Then she stepped into the scene wearing the long sleeved silver dress he'd gotten for her and the glass shoes he'd seen her eyeing at the boutique.

Nesta was a delightful dancer. He knew she loved music as much as he did when she organized all his sheets and instruments with great care, probably more than the books.

Nesta danced beautifully for him, and he didn't remember the last time he'd played that well. By the time the song ended and she stopped dancing, Tamlin had picked her up in his arms and they shared a kiss.

"I love you." Nesta said, and he couldn't help but cry.

"I love you too."

No other Calanmai had left him as breathless and full of joy

***

Eventually they came for her a little over week after their bond was sealed and their frenzy over.

Nesta nearly barbecued the entire inner circle when they tried to get close to Tamlin. He'd wrapped them in thorned vines.

"We are mated. We are happy. We won't bend to you if you're trying to get the crown. Leave!" He said.

Cassian glared at her and Nesta regarded him with indifference, she had the man of her dreams right by her side and wore a crown of roses rather than chains of stars. The only ones she'd mourn for were her sisters, but she was free and she wouldn't apologize for it. Let the. Make their choice for themselves.

And they did. Because when shadows took her to the House of Wind and she was locked in its tower, Nesta could hear a battle far away in the Velaris palace. By now she'd realized Morrigan was the traitor and that Feyre had joined her, but she couldn't wait for them to rescue her. She had to get out herself.

Rhysand had brought her back to fight for Night's side. She wouldn't and so he locked her up. But he forgot she had power and she had read enough to figure out the end of the tale.

Nesta used her power to create thin threads of silver. They grew from her hair and she made sure to tie them onto the balcony rails. It wasn't enough to reach the ground safely, but she wouldn't need to. She saw a figure of green and was aware he High Lord came to save her.

With rope of hair in hand she jumped from the balcony of the tower and safely mounted Tamlin, who was now a dragon.

"My silver flower"

"My fiddler lord."

They flew away as the Obsidian castle in the distance was swallowed up a black hole in the sky. Both of them were worried until the event passed and the castle was nothing but rubble left away.

After landing they spotted Lucien in the distance with the healers. She saw Feyre and Mor with them, out cold but alive.

Tamlin and Nesta both breathed a sigh of relief. Then they looked at eachother. Nesta smiled at the sight of her mate, her beloved and the man who'd come to her rescue.

Tamlin pulled her close, holding his savior, his queen and his beloved.

Nesta kissed him, using words he'd once said to someone else yet were never returned until now. "I love you, thorns & all."

"And love you, my queen Nesta Acheron."

Two birds flew over them as they shared a kiss, into their happily ever after.

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 1 year

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Jason Todd x gn! Reader - Holding a breath

A/n: Apparently all I can write for fucking Jason Todd is fluff, but to be fair the man deserves as much as he can get

Summary: Jason leaves in the middle of no where when you tell him that you love him

Warnings: Some bad self talk (Jason and a little bit of reader,) mentions of killing people, mentions of dying, swearing, doubting love, allusions to sex at the start if you squint, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: you/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) Jason x reader]

Jason Todd is absolutely ethereal in the way he tenderly kisses you, careful as if he might break you.

Then he looked up at you and smiled and your breath is completely taken away as you stare down at him, him the man on his knees before you to show you how much he loves you through his kisses. That man is the one who smiles up as your breathing speeds up at his smile. Merely by the way he looks at you.

"I love you." You state, not offhandedly, just quietly as you lay down, and pull him down with you as you do.

Jason's body goes rigid and you feel cold shivers run down your back as Jason stands up, almost in a panic as he does. His hands shake and he doesn't look at you as he mutters something under his breath about how he has to do something he forgot. Then he's gone.

You're stunned, you really are, you've said "I love you" to Jason before, it hadn't been the first time. Most times when you say it he'll just give you a sad smile and nod. Sometimes he'll open his mouth to speak, but no words will leave his throat as he gazes at you with something adjacent to fear. Those times you'll stay with him and cuddle and usually just put on a show to comfort him. To tell him, it's okay, he doesn't need to say it back.

However this time, he just left.

What could it mean? Did he not lov- like you anymore? Were you just a fool to ever think he could eventually love you?

You didn't know, you really didn't know what's wrong.

And that terrified you the most.

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Jason did know what was going on.

Or well, he thought he had a pretty good idea why he had just left you rather abruptly after you had said "I love you" to him.

The way you said it that time... It still had all the love and passion represented in the words as it usually does, but usually it's more quiet and internal more than anything. Most times when you say it you nearly sound unsure because you didn't know if it was okay for you to say it, if he didn't say it back to you. You never wanted to overstep boundaries.

Yet this time you just said it with so much certainty, like it was the simplest yet greatest fact in the world. You said it like was the truth in every way even if he didn't know it yet. Your words had sent him reeling, a feeling he hasn't felt in a long time.

You love him, you love him, you love him!

He lets the rain fall onto his face as he looks at the grey Gotham sky, here he sat on the roof of your house with your love in his hands.

He didn't deserve it, he didn't deserve to be loved by someone so alive when he's well- him. When he's ended lives, and had as own terminated changing his life forever, when he needs to take a breath outside because he couldn't breathe when you said that you love him.

Then there's a clatter behind him and he knows it isn't the rain, or a storm coming to taunt his mood more.

Instinctively, he goes to grab a gun, or any weapon but he doesn't have one on him. He used to carry one around every where - even in bed. Until you had begged him to stop having a knife strapped to his thigh or a gun under his pillow. When he goes outside he usually would grab one but you've invaded every part of his mind that he can't even think properly.

Therefore when he went to turn around he was expecting a villain, or maybe even fucking Bruce because everyone knows that would all be a nightmare on it's own.

Yet it's no one but an angel in front of him that slowly inches towards him and sits on the roof beside him.

Of course it's you, because you care, because you love him.

He can't even fathom the reason why you do.

"Are you okay?" You ask him, your voice blending in with the torturous rain, for that's what you were. You tortured his very soul to your will with your brief touches, to making sure he eats decent food every day. You with your beauty and kindness will torture him every day for the rest of his life, and he'll probably want it every waking day.

He takes in a breath and looks over to you, who's grabbed his hand and squeezed it to remind him that you're there. You're there for him whenever he wants to talk.

The water hits your face, getting your hair wet and yes your face is concerned but it's concerned for him.

Then he lets the breath out and everything suddenly becomes so much easier.

"I love you, you know." He croaks.

You were stunned when he let out those words, you blinked a few times before letting out excited giggles. You nodded your head and threw your arms around him.

He loves you, he loves you, he loves you!

"Ya I-" You take in a stuttering breath. "There's always doubts because you're just so amazing Jason." You breathe out with a dazzled look on your face as you gazed up at him. "But I think a small part of me knew, even if you didn't tell me, because I didn't need you to."

He closed his eyes and whispered the words in your ears again and again just to hear your laughter of joy as an unbreakable smile was painted across his face.

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priincebutt · 2 months

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Okay usually I try and read all my tags and comment/reblog all of your lovely fics before I post my some sentences, but I'm exhausted this week, I just got back from a concert (Chappell Roan who was STUNNING and INCREDIBLE) and all I have in me is a quick post, and I will read everything tomorrow I swear! <3 So thank you forever and always to @junebugclaremontdiaz , @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @getmehighonmagic , @nocoastposts , @itsmaybitheway , @taste-thewaste , @wordsofhoneydew , @sunnysideprince , @firenati0n , @magicandarchery , @indestructibleheart , @piratefalls , @heybuddy-drabbles , and @sparklepocalypse for the tags!! That's basically my whole list, y'all are the best <3 I'm going to give you a little bit more, the last lines I wrote in fact, of gladiator au part two, which I'm hoping to get posted this week!

He has a black eye and a cracked rib, and he’s certain Titus would have gotten more of a punishment if he’d broken one of the amphorae in the house. He is nothing. He’s a shadow, half of a man, no one in the eyes of Roman society. And yet he feels alive, and he doesn’t know how to cope with being told he’s nothing, but feeling so many things that he aches. As he skirts around a final corner and a large boulder, Henry is giddy with happiness at the sight awaiting him – Alexander stands beneath their olive tree, arms folded over his corded chest and a scowl on his face. Joy floods through him, overtakes everything, and he runs the last few steps before flinging himself into Alexander’s strong arms.

Like I said, most of the people I'd tag in this have tagged me already, so an open tag here, and please tag me if you do end up posting later than I!

#my writing

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Cut and Run time

Early intro to Hunter and Echo's co-leading style where Hunter makes the calls but Echo tends to be the one he uses as a soundboard. No wonder he absolutely cannot function even more than before when Echo leaves.

I swear the Omega Discovers Dirt scene was just to flex with the dirt cloud animations.

I REALLY want to know how the batch met Cut. But also, Tech's SMILE and very very slight laughter undertone when saying "Why not? We're all deserters now." is giving me life. As is Echo's FACE OF REALIZATION here.

"Ma'am" Echo is the most polite and CUTEST PERSON ALIVE.

Okay I can never get over Cut's face falling into worried and then asking about Crosshair and he is SO sincere about it. The quiet subtle way that this informs Aftermath, even if you didn't see him in TCW it DOES tell you that Crosshair wasn't Always like that, and that Cut at least has a positive enough relationship with him to be concerned about him.

Also he absolutely is worried at first that Crosshair has been killed, you know he is, like, that is always going to be a risk with clones. Hearing that it's complicated and getting into mind control discussions isn't like GREAT but at least it's better than him having been killed during the war right

Omega though, just. Casually. OH HE MUST MEAN THE INHIBITOR CHIP :D She's so chipper about it. Like it was just a thing surely everyone knew. And then Tech backing her up with HOW ELSE DID YOU THINK IT WORKED? Ridiculous squad.

Honestly the expressions in this episode are fucking gold because the knowing smiles when Hunter nods for Omega to go ahead outside and Hunter's bewildered double take. He is not a parent. He swears.

He JUST MET THAT KID he's NOT a parent.

Anyway Cut's onto his bullshit.

OMEGA NOT KNOWING WHAT FUN IS THOUGH. BABY GIRL. Learning about dirt AND fun in one day.

Cut's single grey streak in his hair is gorgeous too, what a handsome man. He also looks like he's got a bit of dad bod going too.

Rampart is doing his very best customer service voice about chain codes. But even a glimpse at his face has me going BOO HISS BOO.

Now Omega gets to learn about mortal danger, it's a very busy day for this child. Cut's soft dadding has me Emotional. He's SO GENTLE.

"Tech do you think you can forge some chain codes?" "I only learned of them moments ago, but yes!" The way I adore him your honor.

The moment with Omega taking off her headpiece is so underrated, like despite how much she wants to be with the batch, Kamino was her home and this was a piece of her life that she already knows doesn't fit anymore. But even if it doesn't fit, it's still a lot to take it off and officially leave that behind her.

It's SENDING ME that Tech doesn't even actually say they should impound the ship he just sideways implies it and Echo picks it up IMMEDIATELY and then goes 'yeah okay' like we say that Echo carries the brain cell but when put into range of Tech that brain cell goes pinging off into the fucking distance like it was set next to an opposite charged magnet.

"YOU DID WHAT? T E E E E C H."

Hunter is just. YELLING INTO THAT COMM. HE IS SO MAD.

Full Of Rage

I love the Tech & Echo dynamic so fucking much, honestly, Tech being so chill and then Echo just. WE CAN'T GET CAUGHT AT ALL WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??????

Like Echo, bby, you knew exactly what you were doing when you went along with this plan.

"Found her." The pointing really sells it.

"Well... We didn't let her go!" Followed up by Tech and Echo squabbling over removing the boot is so funny, this episode is SO fucking funny and I feel like we don't talk about how hilarious it is enough.

I admit part of why I want season 3 to have a portion where Echo and Tech are on their own together is because I adore the squabbling they're so fucking funny. When Echo asks if he wants to give it a try apparently he did because he was already outside to stun the guy that catches them.

Wrecker is so sweet and gentle with Omega I'm <3 The Boy.

Okay though the fact that Hunter literally did not tell Omega anything at all, just straight up said Nothing because it was going to be a hard conversation and Hunter will physically leap off a building before willingly having a hard conversation. And they do this to her REPEATEDLY because they didn't tell her about Echo leaving either in season two. No need to have hard discussions when you can just spring something on the child with no warning, right? Anyway, his avoidance is established so early and there's no way he gets through the whole of season 3 without being forced to confront it and willingly undertake a Difficult Thing without being forced into it.

THE FACT THAT HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THIS CONVERSATION WITH WRECKER presumably because Wrecker would have tried to talk him out of it because he's the first one that engages with Omega as an Individual and not like, the vague concept of a child.

Hoist your local Gonky for enrichment purposes

This is just such a sweet and sincere episode that also happens to be hilarious, I just really adore it.

#the bad batch rewatch

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onestepbackwards · 2 years

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Vampire submas (separately or together up to you!) with a human s/o hcs?

You got it anon! I hope you enjoy some vampire subway boys under the cut below! ♪(^∇^*)

Vampire Submas with a human s/o!

△ Ingo △

-Has a love hate relationship with being a vampire. -He doesn’t consider himself a monster, but he hates how he still has to hurt others to survive. -However, he has incredible senses, and incredible strength and speed, which is nice for running a crowded subway. Over all, it could be worse, but he feels it could be better too. -He dealt with it for years, but it becomes painfully obvious just how much he misses out on after he meets you. -You are incredibly nice, and Ingo for the first time in decades, feels like he’s alive. He wants to get close to you, get to know you. -...Maybe even have you as a mate, if you’ll have him and accept him. -But it’s difficult. Not only for the few times he can see you a week, to how he knows how... difficult the relationship could be. -However, he decided to throw caution to the wind one day, after he overhears that your birthday was recently. You aren’t getting any younger, and he needs to shoot his shot. -You are honestly surprised that Ingo, one of the famous Subway Bosses, is asking you out on a date. Of course, you instantly say yes. You always found him attractive, and he had always been kind to you, despite his intimidating demeanor. -It doesn’t take long to get close to the man, even if his scheduling is a bit... strange. -He prefers to take you out on dates at night. Not a huge issue, but it’s as if he can’t come see you during the day at all. -He claims he gets sun burnt easy. It’s why his uniform is the way it is. -You still think it’s odd, but you don’t question him. Or his other weird habits. He’s so sweet to you, after all! -When you’ve been dating him for a while, he finally comes clean to you. He’s not human. He’s a vampire. -You ask if that’s why his habits are so weird. He’s a little stunned you aren’t straight up laughing at him, or accusing him of lying. -You still ask for proof, but you tell him it all kind of adds up. That, and you also want to see him do cool vampire stuff. -He practically stutters when you call him cool. He shows you his fangs, and demonstrates his speed and strength. -You think he’s the coolest guy to walk the earth. A sweet man who is ALSO a vampire? You hit the jackpot.

-Ingo pulls his hat over his face when you shower him in compliments. You are taking this waaaay better than he anticipated. -Loves watching over you as you rest. He may not need sleep, but enjoys you snuggling against him each night. He’s especially nice and cool during the summer. -Also enjoys taking you on dates at night. Nimbasa has a gorgeous nightlife, and he’s eager to show it to you. -Keeps accidentally scaring you. You will get up to use the bathroom, and when you return, you nearly have a heart attack when you see glowing eyes on your bed. -Almost faints when you ask him to feed off of your blood. -Are you sure you want that? Do you know what that means to him? Would you really let him drink from you? -Is incredibly careful the first time he drinks from you. He makes sure you are comfortable, and holds you close on the couch as he dips his fangs into your wrist. -If you moan while he drinks your blood, he is g o n e. -If you both have been dating for a year, he asks if you would like to be like him, join him in his immortal life. -If you say no, he’ll be disappointed, but he’ll understand. It’s a huge step, and irreversible. He’ll need some time alone for a day or two, mourning what could be. But he’ll bounce back even more cuddly and loving than before. You won’t be here forever, after all. He’s going to make the most of it. -Swears to make the rest of your life a good one. No matter what happens, he swears he’ll always be by your side. -If you agree, he’ll be over the moon! -Life is incredibly lonely as a vampire, and he is incredibly lucky to have had his twin as long as he has. So to have his true love with him... He practically swoons at the idea itself. -It’s a very private affair. He takes you for a romantic dinner, and for a night of intimacy. Before the night is over, he bites you in the neck, and drinks your blood, before having you drink his. You fall asleep quickly after, and Ingo makes preparations. -Takes care of you throughout your transformation, and is excited to help you learn things about being a creature of the night.

▼ Emmet ▼

-Actually doesn’t mind being a vampire as much as his brother.

-Is the local cryptid, but like, in a fun way.

-It’s a joke Emmet is the local vampire. His teeth are a little too sharp, his eyes almost seem to glow in the dark, and he has energy, regardless of the time of day. Hell, he seems even more active at night.

-You happen to be a nightly commuter, and you love seeing his wacky energy. You don’t seem put off by him at all! That’s what draws him to you.

-He greets you every time he sees you, and quickly grows attached.

-He decided not too long after talking with you for a month, that he wants to be with you, and give dating you a try.

-He asks you out the next time he sees you, and you agree!

-Though you can’t help but feel he really lives up to his cryptid status.

-He texts you all the time, no matter what time of day it is. Does he even sleep? He assures you he gets plenty of rest, though sometimes you can’t help but wonder.

-He doesn’t wait long to tell you he’s in fact, a real vampire.

-Ah.jpg. That explains a lot.

-He’s eager to prove it to you, and shows his fangs off, along with his strength and speed.

-You don’t have room to argue about it. Not that you would, it really does explain a lot.

-...And you kinda think it’s really cool. Especially when he picks you up and spins you around like its nothing.

-Loves going out on dates even more than Ingo. He will take you ALL over Nimbasa at night. Theaters, sports events, restaurants, anything is on the table.

-Will randomly show up at your house. Even during the day. You wake up for some water at 3 am and he’s in your kitchen watching cute pokemon videos on his phone.

-Likes to scare you sometimes. You wander your house late at night and just see his glowing eyes in your living room.

-Pouts when you get used to his antics and he can’t scare you anymore.

-Will absolutely lose it if you ask him to drink your blood. It’s super intimate for him and his kind when a mate gives it willingly.

-Lovingly holds you on your bed, your back to his chest as he inhales your scent, your heart beat picking up when his fangs graze your skin. He giggles as you squirm and gasp.

-Takes his time with the actual bite, but starts needily drinking from you when he actually bites down. You taste amazing! Has to force himself not to drink too much from you.

-Eventually, Emmet feels confident enough that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. So he asks if you’d like to join him in being a vampire.

-If you decline, he’ll be upset. He doesn’t want this to end, but understands that if its something you don’t want, that’s your choice. It’s not always the best life, so he can see why you wouldn’t want it. Expect him to be clingy for a while though as he deals with his feelings.

-If you agree though, he’s ecstatic!!

-He makes sure to plan ahead of time, and much like Ingo, makes it a romantic affair. He takes you out to a restaurant to dine at, before taking you home. He is incredibly eager to change you.

-Don’t be fooled though. Despite how eager he is, he is also nervous. This is a big step, essentially a marriage! And there is always the small possibility you could get hurt!

-Is incredibly gentle when drinking your blood, and is incredibly tender when feeding you his own. It’s softest you have ever seen him.

-He is at your beck and call for the entirety of your transformation. He watches you as if you are fragile glass. Don’t worry, he’ll get over it soon enough.

△ Ingo & Emmet ▼

-Are still the intimidating subway bosses, but for different reasons.

-People wonder if they live at the station, with how they never seem to clock out or sleep. They hardly ever seem tired, and are always ready to go to work at all hours of the day.

-When both meet you for the first time, both are immediately smitten with you.

-You are incredibly sweet and kind, and immediately want to get to know you better.

-Plus, you don’t seem intimidated by them, which a lot of people are.

-They both greet you whenever you enter the station, and talk to you about your day so far as they walk you to your train. It’s incredibly sweet and endearing. You find yourself looking forward to the days you enter the station.

-They both feel themselves falling for you, and agree to share, if you’ll have them and accept them.

-They bring it up to you next time you meet, and ask if you’d be willing to give dating them a try. Much to their delight, you accept!

-Both are rather close and protective of you, and often one of them sees you home whenever you return from work late in the evening. You tell them they don’t have to do this! Surely they have work to do in rush hour? How will they make it back in time?

-Emmet gives you a wink whenever you ask, and Ingo pats your head, affectionately telling you not to worry about it.

-Both actually just end up in a dead sprint back to the station, ending up back in less than 5 minutes.

-They also love hanging out at your home at night, and you swear they must have endless bouts of energy. How else can they stay up and be energetic so late at night after a long day of work?

-Both love to cuddle you in bed, one on each side. Both are surprisingly cool to the touch, but you don’t particularly mind. If you sleep in though, both are usually gone, unless it’s a day off. They leave you little notes though, and usually leave you breakfast they made in the fridge or microwave. It’s incredibly heartwarming.

-After a few months of dating, Emmet gets impatient. He wants to tell you about their little secret, though Ingo would very much wait. He knows its not worth arguing over, because Emmet will probably tell you anyways. May as well do tell you together.

-When they confess this to you, you aren’t as surprised as they thought you would be. You give them a cheeky little smile, and a wave of your hand.

“You both hate too much of strong seasoning, like garlic. Neither of you go out during the day. You both are always incredibly cold. And your eyes glow at night, when you think I’m asleep. I was beginning to wonder.”

-Both are a little taken aback that you more or less knew. However, both are relieved that you don’t seem to mind.

-...And both get incredibly flustered if you tell them you think it’s hot.

-After you are aware that they are in fact vampires, both start taking you out on dates late at night. They love and adore being able to take you out across the city. If anyone knows city nightlife, it’s them. They’ll make sure you have a good time.

-If you offer to let them drink from you, both will become flustered messes. This is something very important and intimate to them! If you are serious, they’ll be over the moon.

-They both agree to take just a little from you their first time with you together. After that, both can have days where the other gets to snack on you instead.

-They both lovingly take care of you, massaging you to make you comfortable. When you are good and relaxed, both take a wrist, and pepper it in kisses. After a few moments, both bite down, and practically melt at the taste.

-You have to remind them not to take too much as you get light headed, but you don’t mind.

-Both let go, and look at you with such love in their eyes. The fact you would willingly share blood with them makes them fall deeper in love with you.

-Eventually, both decide to ask if you want to join them, be a vampire like them.

-If you disagree, they both will need a few days to accept this. They both know that it’s your choice, and they won’t force it on you. They knew it was a possibility the moment they wanted a relationship. Just give them some time, they’ll bounce back.

-They will both be extra clingy though.

-If you agree, both will be incredibly excited.

-They spend the day with you, making it a huge event between you three. They take you out to eat that evening, and are very tender with it all.

-Ingo and Emmet gently bite from your next, so tender with it all, before offering their own blood to you.

-Since both are considered your mates, they instead put both their blood mixed together in a cup for you to drink from, instead of a small wound.

-They both are incredibly careful with you during your transformation, and take a week off of work just to take care of you. Your health is their number one priority, and they wish to be there when you awaken.

-They both are incredibly excited about it. They get to spend the rest of their long lives with you. How can they not be excited?

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