#BUT light skin ppl do have more of an advantage over dark skin ppl

[buckttommy]

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#the intersection between pretty privilege and lightskin privilege because light skin is seen as inherently prettier/more beautiful than #dark skin is simply Not talked about enough tbh #obviously lightskin people are still Ultimately viewed as POC and that inherent LACK of privilege still exists in a racial society #BUT light skin ppl do have more of an advantage over dark skin ppl #and that's just the way it is

[althephie]

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 - 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

to 100-0

like so sad

do i feel bad for doing this to yall yes. but i am curel to myself too! so have fun!

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 - 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

- akaashi took advantage of his childhood friend y/n knowingly, and ghosted her for someone else.

I got my driver's license last week

her e/c looked out of the front of her car watching herself drive past down her street.

Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me

the female could feel her eyes watering as her tears stream down her face wetting it. reminding her of the day that she found the love of her life with someon else. oh how much she cried that day.

she wanted to punch his stupid perfect face

perfect eyes

perfect body

perfect everything

akaashi was just perfect.

that it was too good to be true

To finally drive up to your house But today I drove through the suburbs Crying 'cause you weren't around

y/n was so heartbroken when she saw him at their favorite cafe with someone else. he had ghosted her for the past 2 weeks and barely contacted her. they were dating still and it hurt her.

on a very cold winter day, she decided to go get some coffee. instead of happy memories rushing in the heartache did.

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me

she was a pretty blonde foreign girl, who was tall and had beautiful green eyes. she was definitely older than y/n and akaashi. she was mature. she had a perfect body.

she was perfect.

perfect eyes

perfect body

perfect everything.

the blonde was also just perfect.

She's everything I'm insecure about Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

the h/c was driving mindlessly as despair surged into her body as if it was her only life support. the only thing that kept her alive was her own depression.

ironic isn't it?

the thing that killed many, made her stay alive.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

another round of tears flooded her eyes as a sinking feeling in her chest bloomed. she remebered confronting him alone.

he kept a straight face.

his once warm eyes were now cold.

he looked at her with such disgust and annoyance.

it broke y/n...it made her feel so insecure.

so useless

so stupid

all the dark-haired male had to say was....

" bye."

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Lifeless e/c eyes looked and examined the house that he lived in remebering all the times they had in his front yard.

the small cheesy picnics

the snowball fights with their friends

the stargazing

the pictures they took of each other.

the warm feeling of the sun touching their skin while their hearts skipped a beat each time they touched or made eye contact.

And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them

her friends

their friends

they did not know about his girlfriend, until they all reunited during spring break of her 2nd year of college. instead of seeing y/n and akaashi being lovey dovey. they saw akaashi and some girl.

who even was she?

y/n’s once lively self was dull and stoic. usually she would jump into bokutos arms and fangirl over how cute hinata was still, but instead they all received a fake smile. it broke their hearts and angered many.

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you

bokuto, the one who introduced you two as children was offended. she was his cousin. he asked akaashi for his reasons without anyone knowing. akaashi just looked away and shrug.

And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

“ i didn’t feel the spark anymore, but when i met Kila. she became the sun in my eyes. she is so bright and gorgeous. she is just...amazing….”

“ y/n was just the moon during a winter sky. cute but dull and boring. she could be bright, but did not stand out, i guess ”

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

in that moment, akaashi’s grey-blue eyes widened when he saw a fist coming straight to his face. Akaashi fell to the floor and looked up at his senpai in shock.

he had never seen bokuto look that scary before. instead of going into emo mode, he went into pissed off mode. His eyes piercing into the younger males soul

the nerve

Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

“ WE ARE ALL CHILDHOOD FRIENDS!! SHE LOVED YOU!! AKAASHI” the white-haired male shouted with tears running down, “ YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BROTHER!! YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD NEVER HURT HER!! YOU ASSHOLE!”

“ Y/N IS NOT DULL!! SHE IS NOT JUST CUTE! SHE IS FUCKING GORGEOUS WAY BETTER THAN THAT STUPID BLONDE YOU HAVE NOW!! “

unknowest to them, y/n was sitting against the wall of the building the two had met up and cried silently.

“ YOU-Yo...You promised me...you promised.”

bokuto weeps falling onto his knees infront of his bestfriend.

he promised to take care of her and love her

to never hurt her

and he failed

“ i guess her light is to bright that it...*choke* it blinded you akaashi....it blinded you from seeing her beauty.”

Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

this y/n shook her head and woke up from her daydreaming. she did not know that she stopped the car in front of his house for a minuts. the s/c female sighed shakingly and pushed on the pedal to continue on going.

she needed to move on...but she knew she would never.

Sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

she continued on driving more hearing his laugh ringing in her ears as memories kept on flushing through. she hoped he was happy

she hoped it was worth it for him

losing all his friends

losing his bestfriend

losing her

Over all the noise God, I'm so blue, know we're through But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

present y/n looked up with a microphone in hand as she watched the audience infront of her sing the lyrics.

they all looked at her with eyes of support

the same ones her friends and family gave her as she tried to move one

y/n broke down smiling and blowing kisses at her fans as she sang her song

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

she was letting it out

she finally moved one

she wanted everyone to know that she was inlove once to and that no one is alone.

she felt free and happy

and...she got her drivers license. yeah, she was 20 years old, and should have gotten it earlier, but she had him...she had him to take her away from here.

now she has herself and her license

one that they planned to get it together after akaashi said that she needed one even if she sucked at driving. it made the two laugh.

now that was just a memory

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

she sung softly

not noticing a pair of grey-blue eyes staring up at her with awe. the girl he called “ dull and boring” was far from that, he was blind.

her brightest was so bright that it made him blind.

“ whoever broke y/n like that it stupid”

“ right? when she said that her ex ghosted her and left her for someone else it was so sad! they were childhood friends too!”

“ his lost.”

“ it was your lost akaashi.” he muttered to himsef watching the female laugh and cry at the song, she wrote about their love story.

'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

she finally felt free after writing this song, but her love for the boy was still there. first love is hard fo forget of course. it’s the one that hurts the most.

she was not perfect

he was not either

it took him to realize how much he needed her

when he let her go

akaashi was wrong

she was bright

she was not dull

he was just blind to it all...

blinded by her beauty

blinded by her personality

and her glow

that it made him ignorant to it all.

maybe his beautiful y/n was too bright for him

too bright for him to handle.

as i said sorry but not sorry T-T

i am also crying tbh. if yall are.

bc idk why i hate it when ppl cheat but i keep reading angsty fanfics about it bc they are so good. don't cheat ppl it hurts

i will be uploading more on my masterlist soon! so watch out!

#akaashi x reader #akaashi angst #akaashi keiji #reader #reader insert #akaashi oneshot #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #bokuto #hinata #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #x reader #one shots #angst #haikyuu angst #fanfic

[amymel86]

WIP Wednesday!

hey-hey! It’s WIP Wednesday and as usual, I am unable to keep my writing to myself  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so here I am, here to foist my offering of more of my Zokla fic onto you good ppl. Part 1 here

I have a lot planned for this fic so lets see how much of it I manage to keep to myself, huh?

Beautiful graphic by the lovely @sanzuh​ <3

*elements of the story may change by the time I post on AO3, it’s still a WIP*

Which was worse? Gripping onto the hot, thorny scales even tighter as the monster screeches and beats its wings, carrying her away from the falling ground as they rise higher and higher or the approach of King’s Landing and the looming spectre of The Red Keep?

Air of the city sky whipped passed her face before they began to slow and descend. Her cousin’s arm tightened around her and she felt utterly helpless during her deliverance into enemy hands. The den may have been ripped from the jaws of lions and now lays in the clutch on dragons, but these walls are the same, they’ve witnessed the same sins, Sansa thought as Jon alights his Zokla and turns to help her down from the monster’s neck.

He says something to her but she is not listening. Long buried echoes of her girlhood rear their ghastly heads – of a golden prince and poison-smiled queen, of the flat edge of blades and gauntleted backhands swiping across her tender childish cheeks and the tears she would swallow down in public but later let wet her soft silk pillow.

There was a noise like the cracking of a dry branch. A sting bloomed fiercely across her palm before she truly realised what she had done. Her Targaryen cousin’s cheek was beginning to stain with a pink glow.

Dark-clothed guards rush forward, the movement making the grey dragon lower her huge head and growl defensively. Jon raises one hand, commanding his men to halt. There were already seven spears pointing in Sansa’s direction. Zokla growls again. “Shhh, bump. It’s alright girl,” he murmurs before turning back to his prisoner and the soldiers. Sansa stands defiantly, with weapons drawn upon her. She was ready for whatever punishment he might unleash upon her. She struck him across the face – an act most hostile and un-lady-like. And she would repeat it too, given half the chance. Pulling her spine straight Sansa wills her lip not to tremble as her cousin silently appraises her with his one good eye, the sting of his cheek burning beneath it.

How dare he? How dare he take her captive? Hasn’t she experienced enough of this? Hasn’t she been used? Hasn’t she been beaten? They can beat her again – he can beat her if he should wish to – she will show them that she is made of steel and ice – and stone. Stone that no dragon flame could melt. She will show him that the North does not kneel. Not truly.

Jon continues to make a map of her with his grey eye that flashes violet when the light catches it just so. One side of his lips lifts faintly. She is to try and win over this man – this Targaryen. She will have to reign in her temper to do it, but for now she will bathe in the satisfaction of having struck him. His gaze is torn away when one of the soldiers asks something in a foreign tongue, a spear jabbing in Sansa’s direction.

“Kesā daor ōdrikagon zirȳla!” Jon barks. You will not harm her!

“Ziry pryjatan ao, Morghe Vala.”  Sansa struggles a little with accent but she thinks she grasps it fairly faithfully. She struck you, Dead Man.

Sansa’s Valyrian ear will have be tuned if she’s to catch everything that’s being said.

“Lo nyke hen bony ōghar va zirȳla bartos ēza issare ōdrikagon kesīr, kessa sagon ao sīkuda bona kessa sagon morghe vali,” Jon hisses and all weapons are lowered. It took Sansa a moment to translate. If I find out that one hair on her head has been harmed while here, it will be you that are the Dead Men.

“Ñuha dārilaros!” Comes the call from across the huge courtyard. My Prince. Jon grunts. He winces as he hobbles a little on his injured leg and Sansa wonders if the annoyance is at the pain or the silver haired woman now approaching them. With one word barked at his men, they leave.

“No doubt you have heard of our Queen Daenerys,” Jon tells her in a low murmur so as to inform her of the woman approaching. He turns to greet her – his aunt. “Gaomagon emā naejot yne brōzā bona?” Must you have to call me that?  He does not take kindly to the lofty title of prince, then.

The woman smiles, ignoring his irritation. “Nyke zūgagon ao would daor sagon māzis arlī.” I feared you would not be coming back to us. Her silver-white hair was swept away from her beautiful face and held with pins that glittered with rubies like droplets of spilled blood on snow. Her black leather armoured dress was split-skirted and revealed deep crimson riding breeches that looked tough in material, like some sort of hide. The bodice of her dress seemed to be made of some kind of reptilian skin, with scales that crept around her small frame. She looked every inch the Targaryen and Sansa only just now realises that she must have been the rider on the red dragon, not Viserys as Lord Royce had summised.

Just then, Zokla caught Sansa completely off guard by swishing her great, muscular tail and almost wrapping it around her, as if to separate her from the two Targaryens. The move felt a little...  protective? Sansa held her breath, unsure of what to make of it.

Jon chuckles darkly and gives his monster’s huge shoulder a shove. “Bump! Tepagon zirȳla arlī.” Give her back. “Ziry's ñuhon, daor aōhon.” She’s mine, not yours. There was a remorseful rumble from deep within the dragon’s chest before her tail slithered away allowing Sansa to step forward, out from within the dragon’s embrace.

“Qilōni iksis ziry?” The silver queen glances her way before making the demand of her War General. Who is she? She did not seem pleased to see her nephew return with a prisoner.

“This-“ Jon says, holding out his hand for Sansa to take while she curtseys as though he were presenting her like a gift. Sansa did not accept his offer and instead bowed her head at the beauty. “-is Lady Sansa Stark,” he finishes with a slight smirk upon his lips as he watches her.

“Hardyng,” Sansa corrects with a sniff, noting the quirk of Jon’s brow before turning back to the dragon queen. Her heart had stumbled at hearing her Stark name once more but Harry is barely cold and not yet buried – Sansa has hardly had time to properly come to terms with his fate – she won’t be giving up his name just yet.  “Your Grace,” she acknowledges the silver-haired queen.

Startling violet eyes swept up and down her frame. “Skoro syt iksis ziry kesīr?” Why is she here? The queen looks to her nephew with demand and suspicion in her eyes. She did not seem pleased to find a Stark (Hardyng though she may be) within their midst.

“I invited her.” Sansa almost snorts at his reply. If this was an invitation, she wouldn’t like to witness his command. She had certainly been issued with no indication that she could refuse his ‘invitation’.  “And as our guest favours the common tongue, I should think it more polite that we use it.” He seems unaware that she is able to follow Valyrian if she concentrates enough. That is fine, Sansa thinks. It may be to her advantage for him to believe her ignorant of his words.

The queen presses her lips tightly together. “Dārys se Bloodwing issi ōdrikagon.  Dārys's tīkun iksis olvie quba,” she says, ignoring her general’s request for the common tongue. Dārys and Bloodwing are both injured. Dārys’s wing is badly ripped. Jon sighs and rubs at his forehead, his inaction seeming to frustrate his aunt. “Zirȳla people gōntan bisa naejot īlva zaldrīzes's!” she spits, giving Sansa a look of dark fire. Her people did this to our dragon's!

At that, Jon took it upon himself to shift – step between Sansa and his queen as he stares his silver-haired aunt down. The intent seemed clear though no words, neither Valyrian, nor common were spoken. Sansa could see his shoulders rise and fall with each steady breath. Peering over them, the dragon queen seems to be even more frustrated.

“Visērȳs kessa daor sagon biare naejot gūrēñagon zȳhon zaldrīzes daor sōvegon,” Daenerys ground out between clenched teeth. Viserys will not be happy to learn his dragon can no longer fly.

“Bisa iksis vīlībāzma, Daenērys,” This is war, Daenerys, Jon rumbles, his voice low and calm. “Gōntan ao pendagon konīr daorys jiōragon ōdrikagon?” Did you think there would be no casualties?

“Not our dragons,” Daenerys answers, violet eyes flashing over Jon’s shoulder to pierce Sansa. “Never our dragons,” she hisses, spinning to stride away, taking her queenly venom with her.

Jon takes in a large lungful and reaches out to pat at his Zokla. “Tolī, riña.  Nyke'll māzigon naejot ūndegon ao tolī.” Later, girl. I’ll come to see you later. He turns to face Sansa and offers his arm again only to drop it back to his side when he notes the defiant expression she grants him. “Come, Jaesa,” he says gruffly, calling her Goddess again and starting to stalk toward the keep while expecting her to follow. “Let’s get you washed up before we present you to the King.”

***

Her cousin escorts Sansa to rooms larger than those she had been imprisoned in before. If her memory serves her well, these had been poor little Prince Tommen’s when last she had been here at King’s Landing. Rumour has it that the little prince who had been a short-lived king grew so scared at the sight of the dragons coming for him, that he jumped from his window. Sansa glances at the shuttered windows now, shaking the awful rumour from her head. Besides, he was king at the time of the Targaryen invasion, he would not have still resided in these rooms, he would not have jumped from these windows, his plummeted death was not below her new prison’s views. Sansa cannot seem to think of Tommen as anything other than the chubby-cheeked boy who loved his cat. She knows it has been a few years since, and likely the roundness of youth had slipped from his face and hardened under the crown they put upon him, but Sansa will not try to amend her memories.

Arya loved to chase the cats here too.

That memory is sharp and stinging – just as biting as her strike to Jon’s face would’ve been for him. Sansa rubs a thumb into her palm as she tucks the memory of her sister away, wraps it in soft knitted fabrics and tells herself not to think that the last place she saw her alive was this wretched castle.

Her eye casts around. The rooms are fairly bare; looking positively naked without the swaths of crimson velvets with golden trims and emblems of lions – all the things she’d come to expect of Red Keep chambers from her time here under Lannister rule. They were meant to be stags, she thinks to herself, turning to see her cousin stood behind her with his ever-watching eye. And you are meant to be a dragon though you call your beast a wolf. Can you be swayed?

“Satin!”  he barks, though his eye never strays from her as he stands there, hands behind his back, observing her like she were a curious new species of creature. A comely young man with ink-dark ringlets appears as if he had been hiding within the very walls awaiting his master’s summons.

The servant’s dark eyes quickly take in the General’s injured leg. “Aōha kris!” Your leg!

“The common tongue, please Satin,” her cousin says, ignoring the young man’s concern. “We have a guest.” He nods his head in her direction.

‘Satin’, gives her a smile. “Apologies, my lady,” he says before sweeping into a low bow.

“Fetch Lady Sansa some water to bathe,” Jon commands.

“But... your leg-“

The manservant is cut off by a sharp turn of his masters head accompanied by a searing glare.

Satin sniffs and straightens, holding his poise perfectly. “Here? In your rooms?” To which, her cousin gives a stiff nod. Satin scurries off to do as he is bid.

That catches Sansa off guard. His rooms? What on earth does he mean by bringing her here.

Something twitches in her belly – a horrid spark of a thought.

He wouldn’t violate her, would he? She knows nothing of the Targaryens and even less of the particular one standing in front of her.

Her cousin approaches and Sansa stands strong with steel in her spine. If she is afraid, she will be damned if he’s to know about it. He’s standing close now, his skin and armour still coated in battle-grime; dirt, blood and sweat. His eye roams her face as Satin scurries back in, directing his under-servants with the bath tub and buckets. Jon does not move and Sansa wonders if he’ll ever look his fill of her. “You need not be afraid of me, cousin,” he murmurs low for only her ears. Sansa peers over his shoulder at the way the servants (save for Satin) skitter around like mice trying desperately to fulfil their master’s wish before they can flee again. They seemed afraid.

Swallowing, Sansa forces a smile. The worst kind of beasts can smell fear – it excites them. She does not know what sort of beast stands before her yet but she won’t let him get her scent. “Why have you brought me to your chambers, General?” she asks calmly as hot steaming water splashes into the tub by the hearth.

“They are yours now,” he says, “while you stay with us.”

“And where will you sleep?”

Satin makes an odd, amused snorting noise. Jon ignores it. “It is a big castle, my lady. I’m sure I will find somewhere to lay my head.”

That did not assuage her thoughts. She’s been in the position of prisoner before, she knows of many different ways captors treat their captives. Robb will gut you if you hurt me, she thinks, hoping it to be true. “I am well aware of how large the castle is,” she tells him dismissively, looking around, feigning disinterest. “There are far less golden lions than last I was a ‘guest’ here.”

Jon leans forward and tilts his head as he asks, “An improvement?”

Sansa catches sight of a new little serving mouse scurrying in and frantically whispering into Satin’s ear. Whatever he was told, it made his pleasant complexion turn pallid. She will have relearn all there is to know about the servants and the guards while she is here. To be informed is to be forearmed after all. There is just enough time for her answer before Satin approaches them. “An improvement? Perhaps. Though there may be a few too many dragons for my liking. I am yet to decide.”

Her answer earns a wry smile from her cousin before his manservant comes up to whisper in his ear, causing that smile to slide right off. “Ziry iksos rhēdan? Sir?” he asks, finally tearing his gaze away from Sansa. It’s started? Now?

“Kessa, istiti jikagon naejot zirȳla.” Yes, we must go to her.

Jon offers her quick glace before taking Satin by the arm and hauling him away, hissing, “Se skoros gaomagon īlon gīmigon hen ra? īlon daor dohaeragon zirȳla!” And what do we know of these things? We cannot help her. Satin shrugs out of Jon’s grip. There is a fury in his eyes when he squares up to his master with his reply. Sansa did not catch the words but she had never before seen a servant react in such a manner towards their lord. For half a moment, she believes she is about to witness a beating. Instead, she watches as her cousin growls some response and fishes out a small bag of coins. “Jurnegon syt dohaeragon.  Sindigon pōja lykemagon,” he murmurs, handing the coin to Satin. Find someone to help. Buy their silence. “Jikagon.” Go.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #zokla #jon was raised in essos au

[renaer-is-allegedly-hot]

session 7 notes

again . i have no pity for the formatting .

OK WHEN YOU'RE IN COMBAT

Roll a d20 to attack

If you're using a weapon +5, if you're not +3

IF YOU ARE USING

Dagger (20 ft reach)

1d4+3 damage

Shortbow (80 ft reach)

1d6+3 damage

Shortsword (5ft reach)

1d6+3 damage

And then you add sneak attack ONCE PER TURN!

2d6 added to damage

 Alrighty here we go

Jacob's gonna dm a broken sink one shot

Halfway through offtime, freetime

We went back in time

Have been getting used to living w each other

Tensions starting to build bc different living habits

A week and a half into downtime, downstairs for breakfast

Before kitchen was set on fire

Halflings are cooking bc I said it was funny

We have a fridge

Cel opens the fridge, investigation check

8

There's half a carton of half and half, two eggs, jar of jalapeno sauce jelly (or is it jalapeno sauce and jelly?), half a loaf of french bread, four potatoes, onion

Dip bread in the egg, mix w half and half…savory french toast?

But the sink is clogged

Cel is taking the food out of the fridge, theo is making the vegetables and cel is doing the french toast

Theo is making a dexterity check, cel is doing a wisdom check

19 and 4, respectively

Cel forgets what french toast is or forgot the basic steps so scrambles the eggs and puts them on top of the bread like eggs benedict, now it's toast w eggs on top + perfectly diced potatoes

We probably have an oven we have an oven

Theo sticks the potatoes in the oven

Has passive insight of 9

Puts potatoes in a little too long, come out a lil too dark

Throwing jacob for a loop bc he's not using the sink

And we didn't wash the potatoes

Asyna and Aerana

Asyna was sleeping, aerana comes back from a walk

Asyna walks downstairs, aerana busts down the front door, take a deep breath and it's burnt potato skin and scrambled eggs

Surprisingly appetizing

Dm will probs let it happen

We eat breakfast, asyna says it was good

The potatoes were a little burnt - we roll constitution checks

None of us r poisoned

Now we have four dirty dishes

Cel tries using the sink, water comes out

Sink starts to fill, cel turns off the sink, water just below the top

Grinder next to it

Sloshing water, kinda gross

Asyna proposes turning into a fish to swim down

If she dies in this it's fine

Turns into a good fish

Turns into a newt

"do newts have legs"

They breathe through their skin

Tb to that one episode of wild kratts

Yeets in as a newt

Barely fit in the drain bc apparently newts r kinda chunki

Rolls a 12

Actually got an 11

Squeezes in the really tight sink drain

Halfway through it's pitch black but lizards have darkvision so

Halfway down hits a fuzzy black mass

That's . Icki

Water barely trickling through it

"can I shove it with my strong newt arms"

Makes asyna want to sneeze

Asyna is gonna make a nature check

Rolls a 7

Can tell it's kind of like a plant

"can I eat it"

"do you want to"

Takes a nibble

Constitution saving throw w lizard stats

Gets poisoned w an 11

Except we don't know she's stuck

Now has disadvantage on all rolls

Feels terrible

"you bite into this fuzzy mass, and it's super, super bitter"

"there's so much that you take a big bite - damn you are really poisoned now - you did take out a solid chunk" but there's enough that it's still clogging

Tries climbing back up

Makes acrobatics check w disadvantage

9, gets halfway back up the drain, poison really hits n kinda bloats, makes her stuck

Moans

The mold was at the curve (we don't know it's mold tho), halfway in between bottom curve and top is where marguerite is

Stick ??? Wire ?? String ???

Sleight of hand check, you roll 14

U shove it down and u hit smth and u hear a noise, wedge it in between the side of the wall and the newt, start inching back up, eventually we see a tail poke out of the drain

Bright orange newt

Animal handling check, you roll an 11

But u pull her out

Asyna leaves the sink then turns back into a non-newt

She's still poisoned

Asyna knows it is black and fuzzy n smth similar to a plant

Cel runs nature check w advantage

19 cel is like yeah that's black mold

Using a stick and poking aggressively, theo is

Dexterity save, 23

Shoves mold down, toothbrushed the drain and pulls it out

Looks like a stick w a black marshmallow at the end w a bite taken out of it

"I was trying to help"

Sink has been successfully unclogged, asyna is poisoned, our fridge is empty and everyone ate unpeeled potatoes

 Dom's turn

Snuck into residence trying to sneak around groundskeeper n stuff

Lots of dead ppl lying about

U know what would b fun a dnd campaign but make it criminal minds homebrew lmfao

We're in g10 on the map, can still hear fighting upstairs

We've only been in g7 g8 and g10

Adam is holding vicious mockery and stealthily opens the door for g6

Total of 20 for stealth, appears to be a pantry w spices n jars n preserves, against far edge is a barred door from the inside

Two servants inside who r dead, older human male and a younger halfling

Adam closes door, tries not to throw up, opens door and slightly investigates bodies

Medicine check - 16, looks like stab wounds; older human dressed more finely, younger wearing an apron

Both r v dead

Door barred from jacob's side, he gets us into the room, we all go in

Cel looks at the barred door; heavy plank of wood placed over to keep it from being opened

Aerana rolls 21 perception check, you don't hear anything but sounds like it could lead to the street

Adam is gonna peek into g5, door opens without trouble

Just a kitchen, large fireplace w space for a big pot

Pot is empty, nobody's in the room

On to g9 we go, ppl draw their weapons

Asyna and cel go to g9, adam cel and aerana hang out in g8

Aerana knows that it gets foggy and rainy in waterdeep in the spring, you start to hear heavy rain from outside

Room is furnished for comfort, lots of dainty chairs n lounging sofa, wine cabinet, paintings depicting different humans in noble attire, two more dead bodies in the room that look like guards

Asyna and cel don't recognize any faces

Upstairs we go?

Nope theo does g11 adam does g12

Theo goes in first, door is locked

"haha lockpick time"

Door is made out of wood

Puts ear to door to listen for anything, rolls 6 for perception

Doesn't hear anything

Now will pick lock, 11

Doesn't open lock

Adam tries kicking the door, 13

Can't open the door

Gets a bruised shoulder jk a bruised toe

They go to g12, it's a cozy library w tall bookshelves and wooden panels

There r tomes

Adam checks out the book on the lectern

Theo goes back out to let us know what they found

Adam sees a locked book, looks like it could be a wizard's spellbook but not sure

Picks it up, takes it

10 for intelligence; there's a symbol similar to the one on the bodies of the guards like a coat of arms

Comes back and tells us he found the book

Theo tries lockpicking

Rolls a 22, opening it in g8

Opens the lock, first page has symbol

Says 1,239 - 1,422

What does it mean jacob will roll intelligence

Rolls an 8, doesn't know

Second page is all black

Adam holds it up to the light, feels cold or like coal ?? Falls out and gently floats to the floor

Splits into three pieces

We roll for initiative

Cel has nat20

17 for asyna

16 for theo

12 for adam

Aerana has a 9

Piece of paper falls to ground, splits, from the three they melt into the floor but then become a taller form and swirl around in grayish smoke, they look like ghosts, v skinny n purplish w long claws

"hey there demons, it's ya boi"

Cel goes first w shsw, hacks the closest one

Doesn't hit, monster is making strange gasps things, kind of reaches out to strike, hits, 14 damage lmfao

Halved her hp, makes constitution saving throw

14, swipes at her and hands pass through the armor, feels drained

Asyna is gonna try to turn into something guess it's a badger

Attacks the one that's closest to asyna, rolls 15 to hit and rolls a 12, both hit

Rolls d6 and adds 1 and 2d4

7 damage for one, 7 damage for other

It's like ur trying to hit smoke

Theo will hit w shsw, 17 to hit, 4 to damage

Lashes at same one, swings shsw and connects but feels like not injuring it that much

Adam makes all of them make charisma saving throws, 18 14 and 2

One of them disadvantaged but not at a disadvantage they just have to subtract a 1d4

Uses cutting words on the other least damaged ghost thing

For next attack have to subtract 1d6 from roll

One lurches forward to attack theo but misses

Aerana deals 18 damage to closest one to you that hasn't been hit yet

Strikes and it spins around, almost gets out but u hack at it and sword passes through part of it but comes back together

Other guy tries to hit aerana, 11 misses

Cel does shsw again, 18 to hit, 7 damage

Our current attacks are dealing half damage

Other guy doesn't hit

Asyna goes, rolls 14 and 6; 14 hits and deals bite with 7 damage

Theo rolls 16 to hit, 8 damage

Frenzy kind of fight, everyone in melee

None looks more hurt than others like difficult to tell

They're hovering

Adam rolls, sees cel p damaged, heals cel a little bit to 16 hp, healing is a bonus action so vicious mockery on one of the ghosts

survives

Other guy goes while jacob pees

We're in g8 and coming down the stairs we see a man drenched in all different kinds of blood with a shortsword, short dark hair, human, runs down and wearing a dark armor reminiscent of the zents, makes an immediate left at the front door and runs away into the rain

Oop adam the guy rolled a nat20, somehow the other guy is getting damaged ? Wait I'm confused ok ig so

13 damage and jacob gets OHHHH it's a reactionary fire thing bc he's a tiefling

Guy does 23 damage and adam is down

Adam has to do a constitution saving throw, 17, adam falls unconscious like he's fainted

Aerana rolls 17 to damage

Deals a really heavy blow to one of them and it almost vanishes to nothing but then comes back and reforms

Misses attacking me suck it

Celandine casts cure wounds for adam for 8 hp

Other guy attacks and misses

Badger!asyna time

Uh is it bad that I just . Haven't mentioned groot . And that groot should still be there from last session . Oopsi

Anyways badger!asyna rolls nat20 for one and 2 for the other

Picks bite or claw, doubles whatever is rolled for dice, rolls 9 so is that 18 or what ? Ig it doesn't matter for me

Goes for the one closest to her so the one attacking cel

Solid bite attack

Theo's turn, 22 to hit, 8 damage

Adam wakes up, has other guy make wisdom saving throw w 11, needed a 12

2 damage and it has disadvantage on next attack

"danny phantom more like danny phandumb"

Sends it reeling w a mental attack

Rolls and misses to hit adam

Aerana rolls and kills it with 13 damage

Brings shsw up to get it out of face, appears to be too much for it to take, gasps and recedes to floor then dissipates

Cel's turn w shsw, 6 and does not hit

Other guy doesn't hit either

Badger!asyna rolls 9, doesn't hit, 13 and hits w claws, w 7 damage

Yikes didn't kill twas close tho it's v weak but not dead yet

We notice three guards dressed in the same attire as the dead ones downstairs and they also just straight run out the front door

Theo hits with 7 damage

Kills one of them, slashes and almost does a decapitation but it just reforms bc it's a ghost and then it melts into the floor

Just the one left

Adam's turn to roast it, misses ig, healing words self

Ghost's turn ig, doesn't hit

Aerana rolls 13 to hit, 8 damage; close but doesn't kill (no sneak attack)

Cel's turn, misses

Badger!asyna rolls 19 and 8, both hit; roll for damage, 6 damage

Kills it w claw and smashes it to ground as it fizzles away

The book is open, no other black pages in the book; closes the book and adam puts it into his knapsack

No sound of fighting upstairs

Let's go upstairs w asyna going first ig

Badger lumbers up stairs but it's awkward bc claws were not designed for this

A lot was happening in g13 but now it's like most ppl r dead upstairs

Turn to left w door directly in front left ajar, pushes it more open

Goes into 15a, hears a shout "the city watch is on the way !!" from area g16 but pushes into 15a and sees a small antechamber like a repurposed closet space

We're all in g13 now

Adam is gonna walk into g16

Doors are closed but he's able to open them; two occupants w an older middle-aged human woman w a breastplate carrying a rapier standing next to a half-orc bodyguard in center of the room - looks like well-furnished bedroom

They see him and r staring at adam

"hi . I'm adam . Uhm . These r my friends . We saw a couple of guards and a really bloodied up man in robes run out of this building and we were concerned for its occupants"

Attempting to persuade

Rolls an 8 and it's a bad lie but she's bad at reading people

Has a few daggers and a small crossbow and can see he has it

Puts up rapier and screeches at adam to disarm self

He sets ukulele on floor

"there is no time for jests ! Disarm urself, sir !"

Picks the ukulele back up

"did u see where that thief went"

"I just saw him run out of the building"

"we're all great citizens of waterdeep we just want to make sure ur ok"

Half-orc gives adam a look that could shatter a vase

As we turn to leave, we hear sounds of sobbing inside area 15b

Theo will knock for asyna

Everyone is in g16 except for theo and asyna

Hears sounds of sobbing and then they stop and you hear a voice "no please don't hurt me"

"we're not here to hurt u we just want to make sure ur ok"

"alright ?? Am I alright ??? My life is in dAnGEr"

"adfsjkdfa I'll never tell" mans is a burbling mess

Theo rolls persuasion check at disadvantage, 9

Man says he's armed and will kill if they come in

Back to g16

Cel disarms, u disarm shsw and shbw but keep dagger hidden

Look around the room, looks a little bit in disarray; there's a window w shattered glass and it's raining

U can tell that the window on the far north wall has been shattered

Noble woman tells us to sit

Adam asks if we're in trouble

Adam looks at us then the other ppl

Adam casts pyrotechnics and smoke bombs them, 20 ft of smoke hitting them and we run "beat it guys"

Originally we arrived here bc naya led us here, we're looking for the owner of the necklace

There's smoke in the room just kidding jacob undoes pyrotechnics

Doo do dood o dood o do do do do do doooooooo do do do od ododo dod o do dododo dod o do dod o do do do do

The jeopardy theme song as dom re-summarizes

Ok w that in mind guess we gotta figure out the owner

Back to the other room, there's more sniffling but maybe he needs a therapy!badger

"would u happen to b missing a necklace"

Pause and he goes "necklace ? Well I never"

Insight check, nat1; hard to tell if he's telling the truth or not

Door is locked from the outside

Theo asks if he needs help getting out "nO ur a beast"

Try lockpicking again w thieves' tools check

D20+ proficiency + dex modifier

Gets a 20, picks lock; inside is a bed like a smaller guest bedroom, can hear sniffling behind the bed

"sir we're not here to hurt u . Do u recognize this?"

Theo shows him the necklace, asyna is still a badger, trying to look cute

Making a performance check, gets 14 and tries best to look non-threatening but the balding human man w a rapier in his hand screams when he sees badger!asyna

Theo rolls for persuasion check

Rolls a 6, gets sense it's not someone who's going to respond

Maybe badger!asyna will try to intimidate

Cel realizes the lady is one of the people in the painting

"the lives of my soldiers, the integrity of my home"

"and what about a necklace"

Insight check, flash of shock across her face but she regains composure

We take our weapons back and back out of the room

Badger and theo try scaring with theo making an intimidation check w advantage from badger, rolls 17

Groot survived combat !! I'm gonna make groot bite the dm smh you can try me I'll keep getting dogs as a side quest

Theo says badger is hangry and is threatening w the hangry badger!asyna, theo is standing on the bed

Man immediately drops rapier and starts crying and pleads for his life

"please pls u wouldn't dare I'm crying" OOP THE WOMAN WAS DEALING W THE PPL TEA PUPPET WHERE

Bro the stone what wait

We just want info

Here's what we got

Smth abt half a million dragons

Smth abt the zents fighting the xants

Smth abt being involved w the zents but his wife specifically

Smth abt giving the necklace to "the puppet"

Theo asks abt the puppet

"that's the problem w these stupid things they think for themselves I heard it blew up half a street accidentally" was supposed to go after the gnome but missed

Takes theo's hand "pls u can't kill me I'll tell u - what do u need"

Tells us we gotta go the house of grinda or smth in the dock ward for the puppet

Gains his composure and leaves from hiding behind the bed, takes a piece of paper w a well-done sketch of a strange being

Looks like a contract w a guarantee of quality for a construct

"pls it looks like this don't kill me pls"

Theo takes the paper

We stand up and go from g16, badger and theo see we had left, adam shuts the door

Theo apologizes to the guy

Adam casts sleep on the dude just in case

Makes him sleep w 26, we leave

We look outside and there's a bunch of torchlight by the gate - citywatch ? The inspector is there investigating a murder or disturbance or smth

We book it out of g6 into the street on the opposite side of the mansion

Raining a lot

We walk/speedwalk away, adam makes a general wisdom check for nearby taverns

The yawning portal is in the trades ward, we're in the north ward or we're in the sea ward

We're in one of the wealthy wards

It's raining so much that we have disadvantages on stuff

Are we ?? Riding the badger ???

Could be ridden by halflings ?

Theo and cel ride asyna

We're walking to mirt's ig

Stopping point ? We're dealing w mirt's house next session

We learned some weird info abt the puppet

Oop we're roleplaying that just theo bc asyna is a badger

His wife had business w the zents, they sent the order for the puppet and theo has the plans

And that's that ig

The stone might b real 0.0

"it is truly springtime in waterdeep" w the fog and the rain

Oh we level up ig

#sn #7 #mn #dnd #d&d #wdh #this is a lot #of #breathing

[brujalatina]

loyalty | 02

☆ pairing: yoongi x reader

☆ genre: angst, pining, jealousy, fluff, humor, future smut. producer au; reader is a model and a thotty lol

☆ word count: 7k

summary: First impressions are always important, and Yoongi never thought he’d be falling head over heels for you and your promiscuity. The problem was, you didn’t Do dating, nor desired it, and neither did he, until he met you.

→ part 01. → part 02.

a/n: 🗣🗣🗣thank y’all for leaving nice comments for part 1! i’m glad y’all are excited to read this fic where the reader/character is chubby, is not white, and knows she’s a boss ass bitch. btw, if you aren’t chubby or non-white you can still read this, but i just wanted to make a fic where ppl who are chubby and brown/black can relate. my dog makes an appearance in this part LMAO so that was fun...i hope y’all enjoy pls hmu with your feedback/constructive criticism/questions/etc. it would be much appreciated and i feel most motivated to write when ppl leave comments so pls consider it thank u and enjoy🗣🗣🗣 (read my end a/n btw)

Living in New York City had its many perks. For one, it had a little bit of everything nearby—beauty and skincare shops, boutiques, supermarkets, clubs, restaurants, sex shops, bookstores, your favorite tattoo parlor, and more. Everything was within your reach, so you didn’t have to go out of your way to find what you needed. The city was always bustling with people and had an ambiance you thoroughly enjoyed. You found comfort in living in a rowdy neighborhood with people who worked as hard as you, or twice as hard. You admired and felt inspired by the other people of color residing in Washington Heights who worked doggedly day and night to place food on the table and keep a roof over their heads. They, too, admired you for both your work ethic and authenticity, branding you as “That Bitch™ from the block”. Living in the city was fantastic and comforted you in every form possible.

But the summer weather was just ghastly. Well, it was nice, but it didn’t treat your curls nicely. Being outside in the sun for long periods of time was an absolute nuisance and caused heat damage to your dark brown curls, not to mention how frizzy your hair became when you sweat. You didn’t like sweating, not just because it felt unpleasant, but because you couldn’t stand having frizzy hair. The midday sun was cruel to you and you were almost sure you could feel your skin sizzling under the fiery sunlight, although, a nice tan would only further compliment your already brown skin. It was hot, but luckily before stepping out of your apartment to walk your dog, you dressed in a tie front crop top that allowed your fluffy tummy to breathe and a double slit maxi skirt that exposed your chunky legs, which you found refreshing in this heat. You were panty-less and hoped the wind wouldn’t expose the kitty, not that you minded much anyway. 

Sitting in the shade on one of Central Park’s metallic benches, your dog nibbling on a snack by your feet, you flipped through the pages of your favorite novel. You didn’t always have the leisure time to read a book. You were a busy woman and ever since joining Big Hit Entertainment, the number of photoshoots you had to take were piling up. Your face, body, and charisma made you popular in the industry, and upon joining Big Hit, you quickly became their best model. Today was one of the few free days you had off, and so you planned on taking full advantage of the day to relax with your baby boy. “Carpe diem”, as they say.

You were busy, but they treated you much better in Big Hit Entertainment than in your previous company, thankfully. However, you knew it was only the beginning of your working at Big Hit, and looks could quite easily be deceiving. Although everyone had treated you with their utmost kindness during your first few weeks at work, it did not necessitate sincerity or mean that this would be routine. You were far too acquainted with this pattern of behavior in various different domains: in the workplace with peers and superiors who treated you cruelly once they obtained what they had wanted from you; in friendships that had eventually ended due to spite and envy towards you and your successes; and in romantic relationships that had ended when you realized men were pretending to love and respect you until they showed their true colors. The men you had dated always thought they were entitled to you, and you hated that more than anything. You refused to let go of your autonomy. You were your own person and you knew you were top tier shit. The men you had dated felt their masculinity was threatened because you refused to submit to them and cater to their every whim. That was why you only stuck to sexual relationships—you preferred not having any strings attached in order to avoid the feelings of ill-founded entitlement that would ensue on their part. It was a good thing that you had a keen eye for people and a strong intuition; you were highly observant and analytical, so you were quick in identifying scum.

Ultimately, presentation in first impressions are not always genuine, which is why you felt it was important to demonstrate what kind of person you were from the get-go. You weren’t going to act like someone you were not just to gain someone’s approval—they either wanted to be acquainted with you or they did not. It was that simple. You were a boss ass bitch, so you wanted others to know this as well and to not take you lightly.

 An excited howl startled you out of your thoughts. It was your dog who had seen something of interest and quickly approached the source of his excitation. You got up to control your dog who had scampered off to bark at another toy poodle who was almost identical to him, except it was chocolate brown while your dog was milky white. You noticed the opposing dog was frightened by your dog’s sudden outburst, so you crouched down to tame yours.

“Leche, relax.” You scratched the top of his small head, just the way he liked it, yet he continued trying to sniff at his brown counterpart.

“It’s fine. Holly is just shy with other dogs.” The voice was familiar; it was one you recognized best from radio and television, and on one occasion, at a party.

You stood to your normal height to acknowledge the dog’s owner and the source of the voice.

“Suga.”

 “Y/N.”

Yoongi had recognized your curly head from afar. He had been walking his own dog in Central Park when he spotted you. Your curly hair cascaded down your face as you looked down at your novel. Not to sound like a cringy romantic, but Yoongi thought the bit of sunlight reflecting onto your face and the wisps of your curls made your dazzling brown figure glow in ways that seemed surreal.

He wasn’t sure if he should approach you and interrupt you while you had your nose deep in a book. So instead, he stood from a distance, admiring your beauty and leaving you at peace. That is until Holly had begun walking once again after relieving himself by the bushes and approached your dog first out of curiosity.

“Long time no see,” you smiled at him, which he returned. “Is this your dog? Can I pet him?” 

“He’s mine, yeah, go ahead. His name’s Holly.” You immediately crouched back down to place your hand on Holly’s nose so that he could familiarize himself with you. Once he licked your hand, you knew you were in the clear to pet him. Meanwhile, your dog was evaluating Holly by sniffing his behind, which Holly allowed as he sniffed your dog in return.

“Your dog’s name is Leche? Isn’t that ‘milk’ in Spanish?” Yoongi snickered. 

You looked up at Yoongi, narrowing your eyes. “Yeah, it is. Is there a problem?” Your tone was slightly accusing, and although you had been joking, Yoongi’s smile faltered until you chuckled and added a quick, “I’m kidding.” 

“God,” he sighed, earning a laugh from you.

You scratched underneath Holly’s chin and squealed, “Holly is so fucking cute, what the fuck? He’s a toy poodle, right? Leche is one too.”

Yoongi hummed in affirmation as he crouched down to your level to mindlessly pet Leche who was still occupied evaluating Holly. Your dog was cute, but Yoongi was more interested in watching you.

 “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased, and Yoongi’s eyes darted sideways as a light shade of pink dusted his cheeks upon being exposed for staring at you.

 “Sorry,” he smiled bashfully.

 “No need, I know I’m a pretty bitch.”

 Yoongi blinked, slightly stunned by the bluntness of your remark, but it was true. Although you had significantly less makeup on since the first and last time he had seen you at Hoseok’s party, you still radiated so much beauty, much of it being natural. You had nothing on but a sheen layer of clear lip gloss; you liked going barefaced to allow your pores to breathe, especially since you weren’t going to any photo shoots today. You were pretty, yes, but your face wasn’t anything much out of the ordinary. Despite this, you still left men and women fascinated by your presence alone, your air of confidence attracting those in your path. Because you knew you were Top Tier Shit and acted accordingly, everyone believed it as well.

 The way you leaned over to pet Holly had exposed your chest and Yoongi fought the urge to look down at your breasts. You weren’t wearing a bra either, so if your tie front crop top were to come undone, that would be it—tits out. Not to mention that your nipples were pierced and so the piercings stuck out from behind the fabric of your top. Your thick, brown legs had been exposed through the double slit sides of your maxi skirt, while the front of your dress covered a minimal amount of your crotch. Again, Yoongi fought the urge to look. Instead, he admired the adorability emanating from you in the unguarded moment he was witnessing. “Gorgeous,” he blurted and covered his face in a poor attempt to hide his mortification, a charming act you witnessed from your peripherals.

 You swallowed down the acute desire to tease him further and instead rose to your feet to stretch your aching legs from having crouched down for so long; Yoongi followed. “Leche has never been this happy over meeting another dog, you know,” you said while watching the two dogs finally begin playing with one another. They hopped and rolled around in the grass while yelping excitedly. “He’s not very social and he’s picky with other dogs. I’m surprised that he's taken such interest in Holly.”

 Yoongi raised an eyebrow at this. “Surprised why? Holly is the best dog in the world.”

 You crossed your arms over your chest and raised a brow, “Excuse you? No, I think you’re mistaken. Leche is superior to all dogs. He’s a fucking king.” In your mind and your heart, Leche was your world. He was the only boy who was truly worthy of your time. He was your everything.

 Too bad Yoongi thought the same about Holly. He let out a scoff. “Are you kidding me? Holly is. He’s smarter than everyone else.”

 “Bitch, you would’ve thought! Can Holly follow commands?”

 “Of course he can.” He quickly stood over Holly, interrupting his playtime with Leche. “Holly, sit,” he commanded, but to no avail; Holly ignored him completely.

 “Leche,” you called, earning a look from a panting Leche. “Baby, come here.” Leche was hesitant in following your command; he was far too preoccupied playing with his new buddy, but after you had repeated the command a second time, he obeyed and approached you, tongue out. “Good boy.” You looked at Yoongi and smirked; you were the victor in this battle.

Yoongi’s face contorted into a scrunch, deciding it was best to let it be for now.

You were both parched and your pets needed hydration, so Yoongi invited you to go eat brunch together, which you had accepted. Luckily, Le Pain Quotidien in Central Park was only a five-minute walk away. It was a quaint little café with outdoor seats surrounded by the captivating scenery of Central Park. Most importantly, though, was that it was dog-friendly.

 You both sat in the outside seating area with Leche and Holly lapping at the water in their doggy bowls beside each other. You had ordered an iced tea, while Yoongi ordered a Caffè Americano.

 At the cafe, you learned many things about Yoongi. For one, he was polite—many times you had caught him attempting not to stare at your nipples through your moderately see-through top as you spoke, which was cute, you guessed; he had manners, unlike many men you had come across. He was also humble; merely thanking you for praising his work and adding that he needs to work harder and had expressed his wish to someday produce a song with reputable artists like Kanye West. He was cute, you had to give him that—the nose scrunch he made when things didn’t quite go his way was exceptionally adorable.

 A comfortable silence fell between the two of you after conversing for nearly an hour at the café. Yoongi finished his drink before breaking the silence. “We should let Leche and Holly have playdates together.”

 “Is this your way of saying you want to see me more often?”

 “No. I just thought since—”

 “Kidding,” you cut him off, although you were not.

 Yoongi released an exasperated sigh. Two could play at that game. “And what if I said I did want to see you more often?”

 You used your nails to flick off dirt from underneath your nail beds, feigning indifference. “Then I’d think it’s cute but silly. I’m always down to chill with a cute boy whenever I’m free. No need to make excuses.” You stirred the ice cubes in your iced tea with your straw and took a sip.

 Cute. Yoongi tried to hide the smile that formed on his lips, but his body betrayed him. He looked at the time on his Rolex and his smile quickly faded. “I actually have to go now. I’m sorry,” he said a bit solemnly as he stood up from his seat with Holly’s harness in hand. You stood as well.

 You hummed. “Sure, Cinderella.”

 He scoffed, “I have work.”

 “Right, the life of a producer is a busy one. I get it. It was nice seeing you again, Yoongi. And nice to meet you too, Holly.” You scratched behind Holly’s ear one last time.

 Yoongi, not Suga PD anymore. He was Yoongi to you now. He liked that. “See you soon, Y/N, Lech—”

 He cut off when you suddenly wrapped your arms around his shoulders in an embrace. He recalled that you had done the same thing at Hoseok’s party, only he had frozen up like a fool and had not reciprocated the hug, too deeply stunned and enraptured by your presence. Today was his chance to make amends; he wasn’t going to fuck it up this time.

 He returned the hug, but you felt the apprehension to return the hug in his loose hold, his shyness quite apparent. You were hot, you knew that, but men like Yoongi who were evidently shaken up by you found were entertaining to observe.

 The two of you separated and waved your goodbyes. Yoongi was fun, you decided. You knew you would have fun playing with him.

“If this bitch doesn’t come soon I’m going to throw hands.” You groaned, popping a cheese ball into your mouth.

 You were lounging on the full length of Hoseok’s sofa in his loft with the rest of your squad. Being the incredible person you knew you were, making friends was easy. Everyone who did not envy you for your quick popularity wanted to be friends with you and all you had to do was let them (if they were worth your time, of course). Big Hit was a small company, and so by remaining authentic, you very easily befriended almost everyone but felt closest to the seven most appraised individuals within the company. You had already been friends with Hoseok prior to joining Big Hit, though, and had met Taehyung through mutual friends. Six of the seven aforementioned individuals were present at Hoseok’s hang out in his loft. You were just waiting for the arrival of the one person whom you had been dying to see.

 Jimin lifted your feet from the couch and took a seat, placing your feet to rest on his lap instead. “He’ll come soon, Y/N.” He gently rubbed your calves with the palm of his hand in attempts to soothe you.   

 You chewed on the cheese ball aggressively out of frustration. “He fucking better.”

 You were growing impatient. You hadn’t seen your best friend Seokjin in two months ever since he went away to film for the action drama he had been starring in. Facetime, text messaging, and phone calls were not a sufficient means of communicating with him, so you yearned for the presence of your best friend of many years. However, filming had ended and he had promised you he would come see you once he left his bags at his loft and greeted his dog.

 “I’m taking a nap until he gets here,” you yawned while making yourself comfortable on the couch. Taehyung gently lifted your head to place a pillow underneath while Jimin continued stroking and massaging your legs.

 Just as you were already drifting into sleep, the doorbell rang and your eyes shot open. You launched yourself out of the sofa to race for the door. After confirming who it was through the peephole, you quickly unlocked the door and swung it open, pleased to see your best friend arrive at long last.

 “Jin!” You latched your body onto him, your legs wrapped around his waist as you pressed a big, sloppy kiss onto his cheek as you embraced him. Unfazed by your sudden attack, Jin was quick to grab hold of you and spun around with you in his hold before you detached yourself from him and stood back on your feet. “Why’d you take so long?” You whined, lips protruding into the cutest pout Jin had ever seen.

 He pinched your cheeks softly before kissing your forehead. “Plane had a delay.”

 Yoongi was surprised by the interaction he had been witnessing—he didn’t know you and Jin were acquainted with one another. He turned to Hoseok.“They’re friends too?”

 Namjoon intervened, a glass of beer in hand, “They’ve been best friends for a very long time. The epitome of friendship goals, in fact.”

 Hoseok sighed, “Yoongi, she’s close friends with everyone in this room: Me, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook. We’ve all hung out together about a dozen times. You’re the only one who hasn’t hung out with us and Y/N yet because you’ve been living under a fucking rock.”

 Yoongi clicked his tongue. “No, I don’t.” He held a disapproving look, although he knew very well that it was true. He had found it a bit strange that you were even present at their hangout, seeing as when he hung out with the guys, it was usually only the seven of them and no one else included, but today you were there, too. He also noticed how Taehyung and Jimin had been treating you like a queen—as it should be, he thought, but it was in a way that seemed customary for them. He must have missed how they had all become close friends with you just as he had become with you ever since running into you and Leche in the park around a month ago.

 “Damn right you do,” Namjoon added. “Writing music is great, but if it takes away too much time you could be spending with the people you care about and the people who care about you, then what good is it doing you?” Namjoon said this from a place of experience.

 Okay, he gets it. The message Hoseok and the rest of his friends were persistently trying to send him had been heard loud and clear. He needed to spend fewer hours isolated in his studio and more time with his family and friends. Clearly, he had been missing out on quite a few changes within his friend group.

 After Jin settled in, you all lounged in Hoseok’s kitchen; You and Jin were propped up on the kitchen counter while everyone else stood around with their drinks. Jungkook dug into the pantry for snacks as per Hoseok’s request.

 “Bet none of you can chug the rest of this bottle of Hennessey down.” Taehyung dared, waving the glass bottle above his head.

 At the sound of competition, Jungkook quickly reacted, throwing a bag of chips onto the kitchen counter before turning to Taehyung. “You think I can’t?” He smirked while yanking the bottle away from Taehyung’s grip. “Alright, bet.”

 He rose the bottle to his lips before Namjoon quickly intervened, grabbing the bottle of Hennessy from out of Jungkook’s grasp. “Ok, so we’re not going to try that, you dumbasses.”

 “Truly a bunch of dumbasses,” Yoongi quipped from the side.

 You took the bottle from Namjoon and rose it to your lips, immediately chugging away at the alcohol despite the bitter taste. Namjoon made attempts to remove the bottle of Hennessey from your hands, but you pushed his face away with your free hand while continuing to empty the bottle’s contents with your other as everyone watched you in awe.

 “Oh my God,” Jimin half-gasped, half-laughed.

 “She’s gonna die,” Hoseok worried.

 Yoongi, on the other hand, had been rendered speechless. With one hand over his chest while watching you down the bottle of Hennessey in utter disbelief, he felt a fire within him, and he was not quite sure what it was. He found something about you downing a bottle of hard alcohol being exceptionally attractive. You truly were not an entity to be messed with.

 You slammed the now empty bottle of alcohol onto the kitchen counter and threw up a peace sign, poking your tongue out. “There’s nothing ya girl can’t do.” You looked around the room to see everyone in awe at your impulsive

 “Y/N if you die what will I do with these idiots?” Jin joked in an attempt to mask his underlying concern.

 You laughed, “Goddesses don’t die, do they?”

 Everyone agreed in unison.

There is never a moment in life in which truth or dare becomes a dull and childish game, which was why the eight of you sat in Hoseok’s living room playing truth or dare despite being established, professional adults.

 It was your turn this time and you were already beginning to feel the impact of your impulsive act from earlier. You had a high alcohol tolerance, but the fact that you had been taking shots after downing all of that Hennessy had begun making you feel a bit loopy; you weren’t feeling drunk enough to stop, though, which is why you continued despite Seokjin’s attempts in stopping you.

 Jungkook had dared Taehyung to call up John Legend to confess his romantic love to him (that did not truly exist) in the most natural form possible without letting on that he was being dared—an act which Taehyung had begrudgingly done, but had done nonetheless and deeply regretted after hearing the man on the other line say on speaker, “you know I’m married. You’re cute, though. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you, kid.” Once the phone call had ended, Taehyung attempted to strangle Jungkook and the room filled with roars of laughter. He was sure his relationship with John would become strained after that dare, so he made a mental note to call him up the next morning to apologize and to inform him that he had not been serious, that it was just a dare. It unnerved him that Jungkook chose one of the people Taehyung admired the most as an artist as his target for humiliation. Hopefully, John would understand.

 After Taehyung’s turn, it was his role to ask you the grand question. “Truth or dare?”

 “Truth,” you said without mulling it over.  

 “Oh? Not up for a dare?”

 You rolled your eyes, “You play too much. I know damn well that if I were to say ‘dare’ you’d make me do some weird shit.” They all chuckled knowing full well that this was true.

 He hummed. “Fine.” He pondered over what question to ask you for a moment before he looked at you with a grin. “Is it true that you’ve had sex with everyone in this room?”

 Suddenly, all eyes were staring intently at you, highly anticipating your answer.

 Namjoon groaned, “Ask a better question, you know it’s true.” He received a disapproving nudge in the ribs from Hoseok and yelped.

 “Don’t ask her anything she wouldn’t feel comfortable answering sober, you fucks.” Yoongi said exasperatedly.

 You ignored Yoongi’s remark. It was a nice gesture, but you didn’t care. You weren’t ashamed of your sex life and you didn’t like anyone speaking for you. “No, not everyone in this room.”

 A few of them looked at you with quizzical expressions.

 “Really? Who haven’t you fucked?”

 “Mr. Producer over here,” you pointed to Yoongi and in return, he nearly spat out his drink. All of the attention then turned to him.

 Yoongi sat up, his posture becoming defensive. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, what do you mean just me? I thought you’ve only slept with Hoseok?”

 “I’ve been dicked down by everyone in this room,” you said, your nonchalance apparent in your tone, contrary to Yoongi’s expression.

 He looked at you in bewilderment and gestured to Seokjin who had been sitting across from him. “But Jin’s gay!”

 You and Seokjin looked at each other and broke into fits of laughter simultaneously, recalling the event amongst yourselves, while the rest of the boys couldn’t help but feel excluded. “Shit happens,” you said with a shrug and Seokjin’s snicker confirmed it as a truth.

 The room was filled to the brim with raucous laughter.

 “Wow, Y/N.” Hoseok clapped. “That’s...commendable.”

 “I should like, gather all of your dicks together and gobble them right up. Wouldn’t that be fucking cool?”

 “That’s physically impossible,” Jungkook claimed. “Isn’t it?”

 “Well, some of your dicks are skinny enough to make the cut, some of those dicks being—”

 “Um,” Taehyung cut you off. “Maybe we should move on,” he suggested. They all agreed in hopes that you wouldn’t expose them for their dicks.

“There's always that one person that will always have your heart

You never see it coming 'cause you're blinded from the start

Know that you're that one for me, it's clear for everyone to see

Oh baby, ooh

You will always be my boo.”

 “Why is she singing Usher’s part and not Seokjin?” Jimin snorted.

 “Because I fucking can,” you shouted before it was Seokjin’s turn to sing Alicia Key’s verse.

 “See, I don't know 'bout y'all, but I know about us and, uh

It's the only way we know how to rock

I don't know 'bout y'all, but I know about us and, uh

It's the only way we know how to rock”

 After playing truth or dare, you had expressed your desire to use Hoseok’s karaoke machine, and of course, Hoseok was complacent and set it up for all of you to use. You had pulled Seokjin to sing with you, and despite how tired he had been, he agreed to sing with his best friend, especially since your song selection had been one of yours and his songs from back in the day.

 “It started when we were younger, you were mine (my boo)

Now another brother's taken over, but it's still in your eyes (my boo)”, you sang, cupping Seokijn’s cheek with the palm of your hand.

 None of you took it seriously, of course—the both of you goofed off as you sang your respective parts, dancing with one another drunkenly. You sang off-key with eccentric movements, while Seokjin belted out some of the verses, the both of you pointing to each other as though dedicating the song to one another. The gang joined in for the bridge enthusiastically, “Oh, my oh, my oh, my oh, my, my boo. My oh, my oh, my oh, my oh, my boo.”

 The rest of the karaoke session consisted of drunk bickering, boisterous laughter, and impromptu dancing while singing off-key. You were out of control, but Seokjin had a mere few drinks to ascertain that he was sober enough to watch you. You were a funny drunk; your laughter was more obnoxious than usual, your movements exaggerated, you were dirtier than usual, and you kept insisting that, “I’m not even that drunk” (which you were). But you were also reckless and he wanted to ensure that you wouldn’t hurt yourself like you had in the past. You were an incredible woman, but like everyone, you had vulnerabilities, too, and that’s something many failed to remember.

 Dancing to Taehyung and Jimin’s drunken duet, you tripped on your own feet and Yoongi caught you in his arms while he had been sitting down before you had a chance to fall. You were sat on his lap and stared at him for a moment, while he looked back at you fully aware of the fact that your ass was on his lap and quite close to a sensitive region.

 He smiled coyly and glanced between the space between you and him or lack thereof. “You good?”

 You, too, were fully aware, of the position the two of you were in and you bounced on his lap to tease him, earning the cutest surprised groan you had ever heard elicit from his lips. You howled with laughter at his reaction and stood up, pulling by the hands to stand and dance with you. When you noticed his refusal to dance, opting to instead stand still and look at you in vexation, you pulled his head to your chest, pressing him firmly between your breasts with your arms and swayed to the music as you shouted the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

 “Y/N,” Yoongi whined. He was drunk, too, but not drunk enough to let you do this to him, not enough to let you shove your tits in his face, no matter how warm and tender they felt against him. Finally, he freed himself of your grip and you moved onto your next victim.

 He felt his face burn and he realized he had been holding his breath for too long while he was still in your grasp. He felt an uncomfortable tightening in his pants and fanned himself with his hand. Was it hot in the room or was it just him?

“Is she dead?” Jungkook peered over the couch to see your face.

 Namjoon clicked his tongue. “Girl is wasted.”

 It was 3:27 am and everyone had been exhausted from the night’s events, but after having too many drinks and exerting all of your energy, you had fallen asleep on the sofa, which indicated that it was time for everyone to go home.

 Jungkook began reaching for your face with a marker. “Should we draw a mustache on her face with a marker like they do in movies?”

 Seokjin swatted Jungkook’s hand away from your face. “No. I mean unless you have a death wish.” He did not specify if it would be you or Seokjin who would inflict death on Jungkook, and while both options were terrifying, he preferred it to be Seokjin. You were far too scary and your punishments were gruesome.  

 They all helped Hoseok clean the mess they had made around the loft, putting everything in its rightful place and taking out the trash. Once the deed had been done, Hoseok dismissed Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung, while the older boys finished tidying up; they obliged and headed home. Namjoon had to leave a bit early as he had to meet with an artist in the afternoon.

 “Y/N can sleep over on my bed tonight,” Hoseok declared. It wasn’t the first time you had crashed over his place when you were too drunk to function or take a cab home, and besides, you were too drunk to be left home alone anyways. It wasn’t safe. “I can sleep on my futon.”

 “I’ll help her get dressed, then.” Seokjin gently pulled your sleeping figure forward to stand, but you were uncooperative. He settled for carrying you to Hoseok’s bedroom instead, your sleeping body cradled in his arms before he gently dropped you onto the mattress.

 Once you had woken up the slightest bit, Seokjin helped you dress into one of Hoseok’s large t-shirts so that you would sleep comfortably. Scratch that—Seokjin undressed you from your bralette and sweatpants and lifted your arms to dress you into Hoseok’s t-shirt while you did the bare minimum, sitting on Hoseok’s bed and allowing Seokjin to do all of the work for you. After dressing you into a clean shirt, he washed your face for you, knowing the importance and emphasis you held on maintaining a proper skin care routine and not wanting for you to break your routine because you were drunk off of your ass. Luckily, Hoseok had the same facial cleanser you used at home.

 Seokjin looked at you disapprovingly, seeing the state you were in. “Y/N, what will I do with you?”

 You had already begun drifting into sleep on Hoseok’s bed, eyelids half-open, half-closed with your gaze focusing on Seokjin weakly. “Jiiiiin,” you drawled out. He moved closer to your face and hummed for you to continue. You threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer. “I love youuuu.”

 Seokijn clicked his tongue, yet a grin had broken through. You were too precious. “Get some rest, okay?” You nodded weakly and he separated himself from your grasp and planted a tender kiss onto your forehead, pulling the sheets over your now sleeping body.

 Hoseok and Yoongi had been standing by the bedroom entrance waiting for Seokjin to finish caring for you.

 “I’ll stay up to watch over her—make sure she’ll be okay,” Yoongi volunteered.

 Hoseok suppressed a yawn. “It’s okay, I got this.”

 “I can take her to my place and watch her.” Seokjin intervened, eyes already red and droopy from exhaustion; naturally, he wanted to be the one to take care of his best friend, especially after not having seen her in person for four months, but he was not in a good condition to do so.

 Yoongi pat Hoseok’s shoulder. “No, go get some rest. I can watch her,” he insisted. He looked at Seokjin. “You need to get some rest too, you were on a 7-hour flight. You must be fucking exhausted. Take a cab home.”

 Hoseok was well acquainted with the fact that you and Yoongi had become friends, so he held no worries with Yoongi taking care of you while he and Seokjin were resting, nor did he find Yoongi’s willingness to watch over you in case you got sick while sleeping strange. It was not uncommon for Yoongi to extend a hand to someone whom he cared about and you were no exception to his kindness.

 Seokjin, on the other hand, was hesitant in letting Yoongi care for you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Yoongi—his years of camaraderie with Yoongi had long since proven that Yoongi was a dependable person; he also knew you and Yoongi had become friends as well, based on what you had told him while he was away filming in Spain. It was more the fact that he felt most comfortable with Hoseok caring for you, seeing as he and you had been friends for years and Seokjin had seen your friendship and platonic intimacy with his own two eyes, as opposed to you and Yoongi. Still, Yoongi was a good option—well, the only option since he had been exhausted beyond belief, jet lag finally affecting him—and so he agreed.

 Seokijn gathered his phone and made his way to leave the loft, halting by the door for a moment to look at Yoongi. “Take good care of her, okay?” His tone was stern and Yoongi felt shivers course through his body upon seeing Seokjin’s sudden and unusual change in demeanor.

 “Of course,” he replied, feeling a bit nervous; Seokjin was frightening when he was serious. With that, he left Hoseok’s loft.

 Yoongi was already on his way to Hoseok’s bedroom to watch you when Hoseok had been leaving with a spare pillow and blanket that he would be using to sleep on his couch while you slept on his bed.

 “I don’t really have to tell you, but make yourself comfortable in there,” Hoseok ended with a yawn.

 Yoongi waved him away with his hand and Hoseok made his leave into the living room, leaving Yoongi behind with your sleeping figure.

 He took a seat on Hoseok’s work desk and pulled out his song book and pen from his back pocket. If he was going to stay up making sure you were going to be okay, he was going to do something productive in the meantime. He opened his songbook and attempted writing, but was only able to jot down a few words. The night’s events were coursing through his mind and he realized how much he had missed the company of his friends, including you. Sure, it had felt a bit strange knowing that he was the only one who had not known that you were very well acquainted with his best friends, but the dynamic between all of you together had felt pleasantly natural. He had only been friends with you for a few months, but the time spent together between the eight of you was so natural that it felt as though you all had been a group of friends for years.

 What did surprise him, though, was your intimacy with Seokjin. His dad jokes were cringy and he was excessively self-confident in a way that transcended humility, but Yoongi noticed that you laughed at Seokjin’s jokes nonetheless and inflated his ego even further whenever he boasted about his appearance. He noticed that when you boasted about yourself as well, Seokjin returned the favor and ardently meant it when he had said you were the most ethereal woman he had ever set his eyes on. The rest of the boys agreed as well, fuck, even Yoongi agreed, but he felt something in the pit of his stomach that unsettled him about the situation. There was also the look stern Seokjin gave him before leaving Hoseok’s loft, which indicated how he took your well-being seriously and wanted Yoongi to do the same. He wasn’t sure what it was, or why this feeling of disquiet had risen, and not knowing perturbed him even further.

 What also unsettled him was how hot and bothered he had gotten when you practically ground your ass on his crotch and then pressed his face onto your warm breasts. Becoming aroused was a natural reaction to what you had done, he supposed, and it wasn’t unorthodox for you to get clingy with your friends, as he had observed from your behavior with Hoseok when the three of you hung out together and now with Seokjin and the others. He knew you loved to tease him, and this was even more apparent when you were inebriated and felt compelled to tease him further. Still, feeling this flustered unnerved him. It wasn’t like he he was a virgin (although he hadn’t gotten any action for around a year). Yoongi decided to brush it off for now, opting to instead check up on you. He wheeled away from the work desk and moved towards the bed you were sleeping in.

 Quite frankly, you looked fucked up. You were spread out on Hoseok’s bed, one leg sticking outside of the mattress and the other folded with your knee pointing towards the ceiling. Your eyelids were puffy, your hair was disheveled, you reeked of alcohol, and drool seeped onto Hoseok’s pillowcase as you slept serenely. He felt a bit rude for staring at you, especially in the state you were in. He knew you were constantly aware of your appearance and you wouldn’t have approved of his staring at you. Yet, he couldn’t help but watch you sleep. It was the first time he had seen you so vulnerable. It wasn’t that you were always on-guard, but you never allowed anyone to see you so unkempt, which he was able to understand—he wouldn’t want anyone seeing him when he looked this fucked up too. The guilt he had felt for watching your sleeping figure wasn’t enough to make him stop watching you, though.

 He collected the bed sheets that had fallen onto the floor and covered you with them properly after pulling your leg back into the mattress. Sitting back down onto the chair, he continued admiring your face, enjoying the tranquility of the room shared by only the two of you. He leaned his elbow onto the mattress and perched his head up, chin on the palm of his hand as you snored quietly. God, you were so cute. Despite being unkempt and being drunk off of your ass, you were a paragon of divinity. He brushed the curls out of your face and tucked it behind your ear so he could see you properly in all of your glory. His fingers remained where they were on your face, the back of his hand grazing against your cheek ever-so-slightly. You twitched at the touch and upon seeing you twitch, he froze in place. Had he been caught in the act? You licked your lips and swallowed, his eyes following the movement of your lips, the temptation to kiss them growing like tides every moment that passed while he stared at them. He couldn’t though, it wasn’t right to kiss you while unconscious. Kissing a deity is dangerous.

He bit down his desires and wheeled his way back to Hoseok’s desk. You inspired him to compose.

a/n again: part 2 was weird and goofy as hell i rlly cringed writing this whole thing tbh. i hope y’all liked my dog lol his irl name is Mangu tho..here’s a pic of him!! btw, when i wrote that scene where y/n was downing the hennessey this is the video i was referring to LMAO y/n and jin have a very interesting dynamic that i am excited to explore in further parts/chapters. need me a freak like jin who’ll wash my face when i’m fucked up😩  and if u didn’t know what song y/n and seokjin were singing during karaoke then you’re prob too young to read this fic 👀  stick around a little bit longer and it’ll start getting angsty and smutty lol. as i said before, pls leave me feedback/criticism!! it helps me in the creative process and motivates me to write further thank youuuuu until next time

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