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Nothing's Changed | MYG

*Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader *Word Count: 7.4k I'M SORRY 😳 *Genre: friends to lovers, "only one bed" trope, some angst, fluff, non-idol au, fake dating (ish) au *Warnings: NSFW SMUT, MINORS DNI. alcohol consumption, brief mention of parent death, piv sex, unprotected sex (be smart, you perverts), oral (f receiving), nipple play, a bit of overstimulation if you squint, Yoongi has dirty thoughts frequently, reader has to be convinced kinda, i dunno what else to say except good luck reading this nonsense *Summary: You and Yoongi have been best friends since college. The rest of your friend group wants to go on a couples' trip, leaving you and Yoongi to share a room. But to your surprise, your room only has one bed... will the two of you be able to get through the week without letting the other know how you feel? *A/N: welp, i'm sorry in advance for how long this "drabble" turned out to be. after Yoongi's live yesterday i had way too much motivation and it was just total word vomit inspiration. happy birthday to our gorgeous cat boy! 🐱

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Eight years ago, you were spending most nights in the study area of your university’s library. The building was empty aside from the few other students scattered around the area, seemingly studying for finals just as you were. You had been sitting at a table at the edge of the room for the last three hours, papers strewn everywhere and your calculus book laid open on the table, head in your hands, feeling entirely defeated. Working the same problem for the last thirty minutes still hadn’t changed your answer, and it was still wrong. You sighed, about to give up for the night, when you heard the sound of a chair scrape against the carpet to your left. Looking up, you saw a familiar face, one you hadn’t spoken to before, but familiar all the same.

Min Yoongi. He was taking the same calculus class as you, and from what you assumed based on the posted class averages over the last few months, he was the one who had been basically floating the entire class thus far. You (and the rest of your class) had barely managed to earn passing grades on every exam you’d taken so far, except for Yoongi. He, on the other hand, had aced everything. You didn’t think there had been one exam that he’d scored less than a 95 on, and it frustrated you. How could calculus come so easy to him, when the rest of you were barely treading water?

“You look desperate. Need some help?” Yoongi asked as he sat in the chair next to you. He looked over at you expectantly, resting his elbows on the table, the thumb and index finger of one hand holding up his chin.

“Actually, yes. I am so lost. There’s no way I’m gonna pass this class,” you responded, sighing. He turned your textbook to face him, scanning the page to see what you were working on. He laughed softly to himself, pushing his hair behind his ear before he looked back up at you.

“Okay, no problem. I’m done studying for this class already. We still have two days until our final, right? I got you,” he said confidently, his gummy smile peeking at you. He reached for your notebook, eyes skimming the pages in front of him. A minute later, he tapped the page. “I see the problem.”

Yoongi spent the next two hours tirelessly explaining everywhere (yes, multiple spots) you had gone wrong. Things were slowly starting to click, the gears in your head finally spinning in the right direction. Occasionally, they still got stuck, but he was doing a really good job of helping you to unstick them.

“We should call it a night. If you study too hard, you won’t remember anything we just did. Meet me tomorrow night at six at the dining hall if you want more help,” Yoongi said as he stood, packing his things back into his backpack.

“The dining hall? That’s a really loud place to study,” you responded, a look of utter confusion painting your face.

“We’re not gonna study at the dining hall, dummy. We are, however, gonna have dinner before we come back to the library. You’re buying,” he said with a laugh as he turned and walked away.

The next night, after a quick dinner that was less awkward than you’d expected, you and Yoongi spent another three hours at the library, heads buried deep in your calculus textbook once again. At the end of your study session, you finally felt confident enough to take your final exam the following morning. And it was all thanks to Min Yoongi.

Your friendship blossomed after those late night study sessions. Although you didn’t have classes together anymore when your calculus class ended, you still managed to spend at least a few nights every week together. Sometimes you sat in his living room watching trashy reality tv (which he hated), other times you would cook together (which, let’s be real, more often than not led to Yoongi getting frustrated with your lack of cooking ability and finishing it himself while you watched). He had even dragged you to a few basketball games, much to your dismay since you didn’t particularly like sports. But you loved spending time with him, and seeing him get excited when his team was winning was worth the potential boredom for you.

The two of you basically grew up together. You had met when you were only twenty-two, about to graduate college, and now you were both pushing thirty. You both had fairly successful careers in your chosen fields (music production for him, finance for you), and you had been through more than your fair share of struggles together. You were the one who was there for him when his long term relationship fell apart, and he was the one who talked you off the ledge when you lost your mother almost immediately after. Being roommates with Yoongi made these hardships easier. Neither of you were alone when you were at your worst, you always had someone to turn to when you needed a distraction or a shoulder to cry on. After eight years of friendship, and four years of living together, you were certain that the two of you were platonic soulmates.

The friend group you’d collected over the years had slowly become your family. Yoongi brought two of his childhood friends, Hobi and Jimin, along with his coworkers Namjoon and Taehyung, into your circle, and you’d accepted them all like they were your long-lost brothers. Three of them eventually married, growing your friend group even more because you had built-in female friends in their wives. Your best friend since birth, Seo-Jun, loved Yoongi just the same as you did. But, she loved Taehyung even more. You weren’t even the slightest bit surprised when they got together. This left you and Yoongi as the only ones left in your group who hadn’t married yet. But, at only thirty, neither of you cared too much about that. You were still enjoying your youth. Things were just easier when you weren’t tied down, having to worry about another person when making all your decisions. You could just be.

Both your and Yoongi’s lack of a romantic partner is what made you being roommates so simple. Unfortunately, this had been the downfall of his last relationship. The woman he was so sure about, but whom he wasn’t quite ready to marry, refused to accept that you were his best friend. She slowly worked her way into every part of his life, only to give him an ultimatum of moving out of your shared apartment and into hers and ending your friendship, or losing her altogether. Yoongi came to you for advice, but you couldn’t tell him what to do. You just wanted him to be happy, even if that meant losing him. You told him just that, even though it pained you to do so. He left that conversation and came back that evening, brokenhearted over the loss of who he thought was meant for him. You, on the other hand, had never had a long term relationship. You had dated people, certainly, but none had ever panned out for one reason or another. Most of the time it ended because of (so-called) unrealistic expectations on your end, or an obvious fear of being with a powerful woman on their end. Men didn’t appreciate the hard work you put into your career in finance, and were threatened by your independence and hard-charging nature. Ultimately, the two of you had made peace with the fact that maybe you were just meant to do life on your own, supporting and loving each other the way only best friends could. Your lack of romantic partners is also why the thing your friend group proposed one afternoon was comically shocking.

“A… couples’ trip,” Yoongi repeated, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looked over at you, noticing the way your entire body was shaking as you tried to control your laughter.

“Listen. We know the two of you don’t have partners. But the rest of us really want to go on this trip together, and the resort will give us a group rate if we book five rooms!” Taehyung explained.

“It’s a really good discount. You guys already share an apartment. Why can’t you share a room for a week?” Seo-Jun asked, blinking up at you sweetly, trying her hardest to get her way. That tactic worked on Taehyung, but you weren’t sure why she expected it to work on you.

“It’s at a couples’ resort. It specifically says ‘couples only.’ We’d be found out so fast. No way could Yoon and I pass as a couple,” you told her, still laughing as you scrolled through the website Seo-Jun had sent to you.

“Please, just think about it! It’ll be fun. You guys don’t have to spend the entire week together. All you have to do is just share the room,” Namjoon’s wife, Ji-Ho, chimed in.

It was obvious that all of your friends really wanted you to agree to this bizarre plan. You could use a vacation, but the thought of having to pretend to be in a relationship with Min Yoongi? That would never work. What happened next shocked you even more than the original proposal.

“I’m down for it. As long as the room has two beds, because there’s no way I’m sharing a bed with her,” Yoongi finally said. Looking over at you, he added, “I’ve seen you starfished on your own bed too many times. No thank you.”

You feigned offense, placing your hand over your chest with a fake gasp on your face. He laughed, eyes scrunching closed in signature Yoongi fashion, shoving your shoulder playfully. You sighed, knowing you had to say yes now.

“Okay, fine. We’re in,” you answered. Your answer was immediately met with squeals of excitement from the girls, a hug from Seo-Jun, and excited high fives amongst the guys. Amidst the chaos, you glanced over at Yoongi, seeing a small smile on his face that told you he was grateful for you having said yes to this insane plan.

Later that night, you were lying in bed after finishing your bedtime routine, ready to sleep, when intrusive thoughts began racing through your head. What would this “fake relationship” scenario look like? Would it be as simple as just holding Yoongi’s hand whenever you were in common areas of the resort so that staff wouldn’t catch on to your lie? What if there were couples’ activities that your friends were participating in; would you have to do those as well? The resort looked especially romantic, from what you’d seen on the website, and it made you wonder: could you do romance with Min Yoongi? What if you wanted to do romance with Min Yoongi?

You shook those thoughts off immediately, unwilling to consider anything other than what you already knew: Yoongi was nothing more than your best friend, and he would stay that way forever. You fell asleep shortly after, unbothered by your strange train of thought, reducing it to being caused by your incessant need to plan everything down to the minute, and the fact that you weren’t in control of this vacation.

At the other end of the hall, the same train of thought barged into Yoongi’s head, as if you had transferred your thoughts directly to him. However, his replies to himself were slightly different. He knew exactly how to survive this “couples’ week” with you. But one thing worried him more than anything else. What if he played up this fake romance too much and exposed himself? Would your friendship ever recover if his feelings for you came out? The anxiety kept him up most of the night, tossing and turning, wondering if this vacation was a good idea after all.

—

Two months later, your group of ten was scattered across a plane, sitting in pairs, heading to Mexico for your much anticipated vacation. The flight was short, only three hours, and you had had a particularly exhausting week at the office, so you planned to catch up on some sleep so you could arrive refreshed and ready to make the most of your week away. You were seated with Yoongi, of course, and before you knew it, you were nodding off, eyes closing slowly as you fell asleep, head resting against the window of the airplane.

Yoongi’s breath caught in his chest as your head fell onto his shoulder. You were clearly in a deep sleep; he didn’t mind you resting there. Plus, in eight years of friendship, it’s not like the two of you hadn’t fallen asleep together a few times before. But every time it happened, his body reacted the same way. Hitched breathing, tensed muscles, fluttering heart rate. Somehow, you had never noticed, and he was thankful for that. He couldn’t stomach the thought of scaring you away if you ever found out.

The flight went smoothly, and just as soon as you had fallen asleep, you were being shaken awake by your best friend. “Hey. We’re here, get up!” he exclaimed.

You blinked a few times, trying to wake yourself up. The plane was already half empty, passengers trickling down the aisle with their belongings. You moved to grab your bag from under your seat, but Yoongi had the same idea. The side of your head smacked against his forehead, eliciting a loud groan from him.

“Seriously? We just got here and you’re already being mean to me. We’ll definitely pass for a couple,” he remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm. You rolled your eyes at him, knowing full well that he was just teasing you. You grabbed your bag with a huff of remorse, smiling at him after that.

Bags finally obtained, you left your seats and exited the airplane, joining your group at baggage claim. Three of the couples already had their suitcases, but the luggage was still coming out, so it wouldn’t be long until the rest of you were able to retrieve your own bags. Once your bags arrived, your group headed toward the arrivals hall, searching for the driver who would be waiting for you.

The resort you were staying at prided itself on “all-inclusive service from arrival to departure,” which meant that you were picked up from the airport upon arrival, driven to the resort, where you would be bathed in luxury for the entirety of your stay, and then driven back to the airport on the day of your departure. This ensured that none of you would have to lift a finger the whole week. Everything was included in your booking, from food and drinks (even most alcohol), to daily scheduled activities and even off-resort trips. At check-in, each “couple” (said lightly, since you and Yoongi weren’t really a couple) received their room keys and a printout of the week’s events. The rest of your group went first, leaving you and Yoongi to check in last.

“And finally, Mr. and Mrs. Min. Here are your keys and this week’s schedule. We hope you enjoy your stay with us, and please don’t hesitate to come to us for anything you may need this week,” the receptionist said warmly.

Yoongi looked over at you standing next to him, gauging how well you were playing your part. You smiled at him, a small glint of affection in your eyes. He smiled back at you, glad that the receptionist’s belief that you were married didn’t seem to bother you. There was nothing else he needed in this world if it meant you’d smile at him that way every day.

Once the check-in process was finished, you and your friends gathered together, comparing room locations. The resort had informed you when you first booked your trip that even though you’d booked your rooms with a group rate, that didn’t guarantee you’d all be staying near each other. This turned out to be true; all of your rooms were spread out across the resort, except for the rooms assigned to Namjoon and Taehyung and their wives. The four of them had rooms directly across from each other.

“Alright everyone. Let’s go get settled in and check everything out. We can meet back up for dinner, say around seven?” Jimin asked. Everyone agreed and the group parted ways, leaving you and Yoongi alone to find your room on the small map given to you by the front desk.

Your room wasn’t too far from the lobby. On the way there, you passed a large pool with a swim-up bar, a basketball court (which excited Yoongi, as expected), and a gym that looked to be pretty well equipped with various exercise machines and plenty of floor space for individual workouts. Following the path out of the central area and around the backside of the resort, you were greeted by a sweeping expanse of ocean. You stopped in your tracks, eyes lit up, not believing what you were seeing. After all, you didn’t live close to the beach, and had only seen the ocean a few times before in your life. The ones you’d been to were nothing compared to the view in front of you. The water was crystal clear, a vibrant shade of turquoise as far as you could see.

“C’mon, you goon. It’s just the ocean,” Yoongi said from up ahead, pulling you out of your daze. You rolled your eyes at him once again, following him along the path to get to your room. He was several steps ahead of you, arriving at the door of your room quickly, while you were still meandering along the path to catch up to him, finding it hard to concentrate on anything except the beautiful ocean to your left. You watched him as he used his key to unlock the door, opening it and walking through the entryway. You caught up to him soon after, entering the room yourself, but you were stopped by the sudden force of walking directly into Yoongi’s back, throwing you back a bit.

“What’s your problem?” you asked, smacking his shoulder blade lightly.

He turned to face you, replying with, “Not my problem. Our problem.” With that he pointed to the inside of your room. You looked over his shoulder to see exactly what he was referring to.

One king-sized bed was staring you straight in the face from the center of the room.

“Oh,” you let out, a look of surprise spreading across your face.

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of it,” Yoongi reassured you as he stepped around you and walked back out the door. You were left standing alone in the room after that, not wanting to move to avoid messing up the room for the housekeeping staff who would inevitably come to check out the room after the two of you were switched to the correct room type.

Ten minutes passed before you heard the click of the door unlocking behind you. Yoongi walked in with a defeated look in his eyes. He sighed, smiling at you gently.

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

“Yoon, just stop. Did you get it fixed?” you replied, an exasperated puff of air leaving your lips.

“Well, no. I didn’t. Apparently this is one of their busiest weeks and they just don’t have another room to switch us to. They said the rooms with two beds were reserved only for handicapped guests needing accessible accommodations,” Yoongi explained.

“So, what you’re saying is that we have to spend the next week somehow sharing a bed. What could possibly be the ‘good news’ in this situation?” you asked him, your tone of voice raising to a shrill whine.

“The good news is that they gave us a voucher for fifty percent off dinner at their premium restaurant. But yes, we are gonna have to share the bed,” Yoongi finished.

You sighed, a look of absolute terror on your face. In all the years the two of you had been friends, you had never shared a bed. Sure, you’d fallen asleep together during a movie on your couch many times, or like earlier on the plane, but actually sharing a bed? No. The thought had never crossed your mind. That was a level of intimacy that you never wanted, afraid of how it could turn out. You knew you moved around a lot in your sleep. What if you tried to cuddle him in your sleep? Or worse, what if you tried to cuddle him and he rejected you? You shook your head, trying to clear your mind.

“Uh… you alright? It’s honestly not a big deal to me. It’s just sleeping,” Yoongi said with a shrug of his shoulders, hand running through his hair.

“Um, yeah, sorry. Yeah, I’m good. No big deal,” you stuttered, trying not to sound too shaken by this new development.

“Alright then. That’s settled,” Yoongi replied enthusiastically, “what do you wanna do until we meet the others for dinner?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m going down to the beach. We have, what, two hours?”

Before he could even answer you, you were rifling through your suitcase, pulling out one of the swimsuits you’d brought for the trip. You squeezed past Yoongi to get to the bathroom to change, taking only a minute to rid yourself of your travel clothes and swap them with the tiny blue bikini you’d bought the week before. You didn’t usually have the confidence to wear swimsuits, instead choosing to swim in shorts and a swim shirt, but hell, you were on vacation and you were going to take advantage of that. You didn’t even bother to put a coverup over your swimsuit before opening the bathroom door and returning to your suitcase to grab your sunscreen and towel.

Yoongi stopped what he was doing, not fully processing the sight in front of him. His mouth agape, he couldn’t help but to let his eyes linger on your barely clothed form across the room. He wasn’t huge on swimming, and the few times he had gone to the pool with you, you hadn’t worn anything like that before. Looking at you, dressed like that, stirred up feelings that had long since been buried in the back of his mind. He wished you had shown him this part of yourself years ago. If you had, maybe he would’ve had the courage to tell you his feelings for you.

“Hey. Earth to Yoon,” your voice rang out, fingers snapping inches from his face. He shook his head, coming back to reality.

“Sorry. What?” he asked, rubbing the side of his face, trying to shake off the completely impure thoughts racing through his brain.

“I asked you if you can get my back,” you repeated, shaking the bottle of sunscreen out at him. He took it from you, hesitantly opening the cap and squeezing some out onto his palm. You turned around and lifted your ponytail up to give him a clean canvas to paint with the protective layer. You jumped a little as his cold hands touched your spine, feeling his fingers massage the lotion into your back.

Yoongi bit his lip as he concentrated on making sure to cover your entire back and the rest of your shoulders that you couldn’t reach. This small, friendly action definitely wasn’t helping to ward off the impure thoughts from just a minute ago. In fact, it was only fueling them. He imagined his hands roaming elsewhere on your body, getting to touch you in places that had always been off limits to him, imagining your body writhing underneath him. These thoughts had been tormenting him for months now, which both surprised him entirely and also completely didn’t. He took a deep breath as he slipped his hand underneath the string of your bikini top to make sure he hadn’t missed any spots, then clapped both his hands on your shoulders and gently shoved you toward the door.

“All done. Now go, have fun, try not to drown,” Yoongi said with a laugh as he watched you walk out the door.

Left alone with only his own thoughts, Yoongi’s mind began to wander. What if he did tell you how he felt? The two of you had been friends for so long that he felt like it could go one of two ways. One, you’d laugh it off and tell him he was being ridiculous, and then you’d forget about it, and your friendship would remain intact. Or two, you wouldn’t be able to understand and it would cause irreparable damage to the friendship you’d been building over the last eight years. He didn’t know which option was worse, telling you and facing rejection, possibly losing the best friend he’d ever had; or not telling you, and living with the weight of his unconfessed feelings forever. This week, he’d be living in even closer quarters with you than normal, and he wasn’t sure how to get through it. But he was going to try his hardest to act like nothing was going on inside his head.

–

Seven o’clock rolled around and the two of you met up with the rest of your friends for dinner at the agreed upon restaurant. Namjoon had called ahead to make sure they could seat all ten of you together, so there was a large table toward the back of the restaurant waiting for your group when you arrived. Everyone sat down, ready to catch up and talk about how the rooms were and how they’d spent their first few hours at the resort.

“So, we have some fun news,” Yoongi said with a laugh. That got everyone’s attention, most of the group looking up from their menus to give him their full attention.

“Our room only has one bed. Yoon tried to get us switched to a different room, but there was nothing available. So, we’re stuck sharing for the week,” you explained.

An awkward silence took over the group. A few seconds passed, and suddenly, Jimin and Hobi were cracking up laughing. The rest of the table stared at them, unsure what was so funny. Yoongi, of course, knew exactly why they were laughing, but he trusted them to come up with an excuse that wouldn’t blow his cover.

“Phew. Sorry, I’m just imagining Yoongi curled up in a tiny ball while ____ spreads out across the bed the whole week,” Hobi explained, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye that had been pushed out by his laughter. Jimin nodded in agreement, but Yoongi didn’t miss the knowing look that he shot him before the subject naturally changed to everyone’s afternoon activities. You shared about your time on the beach, telling everyone how nice the water was and that you loved being able to go whenever you felt like it. Namjoon had spent his time reading, while Yoongi had played a bit of basketball. The rest of the group had just relaxed in their rooms until it was time to get ready for dinner.

Dinner passed quickly, drinks flowing freely with everyone in full vacation mode. The ten of you always had a great time when you were together, although more often than not most of you drank more than you should, at the insistence of Jimin. Tonight was no different. Yoongi was three glasses of whiskey deep into a bottle the other guys had purchased. You and the girls were drinking fruity cocktails, yours containing more tequila than fruit. Hobi had turned completely red-faced after drinking his second drink, and the rest were drinking a combination of the whiskey and some other drinks that Jimin ordered for them. You were glad you were on vacation, because you knew you would wake up at least some degree of hungover the next morning. You spent so much time at the restaurant that your server had to come tell you that you needed to leave because it was closing time. Everyone gathered their things, talking amongst themselves about if they should move to the resort’s nightclub for a few more drinks.

“I think I’m actually gonna go back to the room for the night. I do not want to spend this entire trip vomiting from trying to keep up with Jimin,” you said as you picked up your purse, waving goodbye to the group as you walked away.

The rest of your friends walked in the opposite direction, heading to the nightclub. Yoongi and Jimin were the stragglers of the group, walking a few feet behind everyone else. Jimin nudged Yoongi with an elbow to the ribs, cocking his head to the side before he said what he’d been meaning to say all night.

“Bro, are you ever gonna tell her how you feel?”

Yoongi sputtered, unsure how to reply. He knew that Jimin knew, obviously. He had admitted it himself years ago when Jimin had questioned why he would move in with you if you didn’t share his feelings. Back then, he had tried to come up with excuses and act like he didn’t know what Jimin was talking about, but Jimin had coaxed it out of him. He was sworn to secrecy and had kept his word so far, rarely even mentioning it except for in situations like this (situations being drunk nights together when you left early and Yoongi was stuck with him, watching you leave).

“Minie, I told you. I can’t,” Yoongi replied, sighing.

“Why not?”

“I’ll ruin everything. I can’t lose her,” Yoongi answered. He was drunk, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that telling you he was in love with you would fuck up your friendship, and that was something he could never take back once it was out in the open.

“Listen. You might think it’ll ruin everything. But I don’t think so. I’ve seen how you two are together. You’re best friends. I think you need to tell her, before you don’t have the chance anymore. I’ve been keeping this to myself for years because you asked me not to bring it up. But I just can’t keep watching you suffer when there’s a really simple solution. Just tell her,” Jimin let out in one quick response.

Yoongi stared at him, wide-eyed. He knew Jimin was right, but he never thought he’d have the courage to go through with it. Luckily for him, Jimin had just the thing to help calm his nerves. He handed Yoongi a small flask, and he took a gulp of the bitter liquid, handing it back. It was now or never.

“Good luck, man,” Jimin said, clapping him on the back and pushing him back in the direction of your shared room.

Yoongi took several deep breaths as he walked, unsure who was controlling his movements, because it sure as hell wasn’t him. He had no idea how he would even begin to get this out, but the combination of Jimin’s confidence in him, and the shot of liquid courage he’d just downed, made him feel like he could.

Before he knew it, he was using his key to enter your room. You turned around at the sound of the door shutting behind him, surprised to see him.

“What happened to everyone going to the nightclub?” you questioned, confused look on your face.

“Ah, yeah. They did. I just decided to come back early. Started feeling the liquor a little more and I knew I’d regret it if I kept drinking,” Yoongi explained, hand rubbing the back of his neck, a small smile on his lips.

“Makes sense. That’s exactly why I didn’t go out either,” you said, laughing at the thought of your entire group stumbling back to their rooms in the dead of the night.

You continued getting ready for bed, going into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Yoongi followed you, and you scooted over for him to share the sink with you as he washed his face and brushed his teeth as well.

You left him in the bathroom, claiming the right side of the bed before he could give an opinion on which side he wanted. You curled up under the soft comforter, turning over to switch off your bedside light, deciding that sleeping facing the wall would probably be in your best interest this week.

“Figures,” Yoongi scoffed as he shuffled his socked feet across the room to climb into bed next to you. You knew that Yoongi preferred the right side of the bed, but so did you, so it was only fair for whoever got there first to call dibs on it. You felt the bed dip down behind you as Yoongi laid down, and his light turned off seconds after. The room was quiet, only the sounds of the ceiling fan and Yoongi’s deep breathing saving you from being too restless to sleep.

Minutes passed, and you were starting to drift off when you heard Yoongi turn over onto his side. Suddenly, you felt his warm hand on your arm.

“Hey, are you still awake?”

“Yeah,” you responded quietly.

A deep, shaky breath left Yoongi’s lips, and then, “Can I talk to you about something?”

Your breath caught in your throat. In all the years you had been friends, he had never asked to talk to you about something. Any problem he had with you was always blurted out at random, which was something you admired about him. He was never afraid to speak his mind when it came to you or his other friends, so his hesitancy worried you. You rolled over to face him, feeling like whatever it was should be said face to face instead of said to your back.

“What’s up?” you asked him. The moonlight shone through the gaps of the curtains on the window across the room, illuminating his face in the otherwise dark room. You looked at him, seeing a discomfort that you rarely noticed in him. You had only seen that look in his eyes a few other times, which confused you even more. Yoongi took a few more deep breaths before beginning.

“This isn’t something I ever planned to tell you. Shit, it isn’t something I ever planned to feel at all. But I do, and I just can’t go on acting like there’s nothing going on with me. Jimin was the one who gave me the push I needed to finally tell you. But the truth is, I am so fucking in love with you. I have been since the summer after graduation. We got so close and you became my best friend, and I didn’t want to mess any of that up, so I kept it to myself for so long. But I just can’t anymore,” Yoongi breathed out, his eyes locked on yours, his hand gripping your bicep lightly.

Yoongi was met with nothing but silence. The look on your face went from confused, to shocked, to utterly terrified. You didn’t break away from his gaze, which was at least something, but you didn’t say anything either. Finally, after what felt like hours, you let out a shaky breath and opened your mouth to speak.

“Yoon,” you started, voice cracking. You knew you were on the verge of tears, but you tried your best to hold them back so you could get out what you needed to say. “I… I don’t know what to say. You’re my best friend, and I’d be lying if I said I’ve never thought about you that way, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why not, ____? We know everything about each other. We’ve been through so much together. What could it hurt?” Yoongi pleaded, his fingers tracing along your arm lightly as he spoke.

“I just don’t want to lose you, Yoon. You’re my best friend. If it didn’t work out… I couldn’t take losing you for good,” you explained. You broke his gaze, unable to deal with looking him directly in the eye anymore. You knew you were hurting him, which was bad enough, but to see the hurt right in front of your face like that? It wasn’t something you could bear.

“____. It would be so easy. You and me, we’re like soulmates, yeah? We’ve always said that, haven’t we? I promise, we could make it work.” With that, you felt his hand run up your arm and shoulder to your face, cupping your cheek in his hand lightly, running his thumb over your skin. You stilled, eyes on him again. Your heart was racing, about to beat out of your chest. You shivered, and you hesitantly brought your hand up to rest on his waist.

“Promise me one thing, Yoon. Promise me our friendship will be okay,” you breathed out. Yoongi nodded, never breaking eye contact with you as he leaned in and softly touched his lips to yours. Your breath caught in your throat as he kissed you, feeling a heat you’d never felt before. His hand moved down to your neck, nudging your head to the side with his nose as he deepened the kiss. His tongue met yours, lazily, but hungrily. It was as though he wanted to devour you through his kiss alone.

His hand left your neck, moving to your hip and pulling you into him. Your arm wrapped around his back, sliding your hand up to tangle in his hair. He twisted his body to push you onto your back, breaking the kiss to move down to your neck. His lips ghosted over the column of your throat, gentle, heated kisses landing on your neck and collarbone. He reached down to grab the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. He was met with the sight of your beautiful bare torso underneath him, chest heaving as you breathed heavily, eyes locking on his. You did the same to him, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. He continued his sporadic kissing, moving down to your chest until his lips settled on the bud of your left breast. Looking up at you, he hesitantly took the nipple into his mouth, tongue licking circles around it. A whine escaped your lips, and Yoongi knew then that he could listen to your sounds all night if you let him.

Your hips bucked up into him, and his breathing hitched, feeling your body against his. He reached down and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your pajama bottoms, sliding both layers you had on down your legs until he could pull them off and savor the image of you, completely naked, reacting to his every touch.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out, hands running up your legs until they rested on your thighs. Slowly, he parted your legs, positioning himself between them. He left a few gentle kisses on your lower abdomen, tongue darting out to lick a path from your belly button down to your mound. Taking one more look up at you, and seeing your pupils blown with lust, was all the encouragement he needed as he dragged his wet tongue through your folds, teasing at your entrance before he brought it back up to circle your clit.

“Yoon..” you gasped out, one hand going to your breast, squeezing it and playing with the nipple. It was partially for you because you enjoyed the stimulation, but also for him as well, giving him a show to pay attention to as he devoured you like you were his last meal.

You let out another loud moan as he pushed two of his fingers into your pussy, his tongue fervently lapping up your slick as he hooked his fingers just right for you to see stars. You bucked your hips against his fingers, wanting every inch of him inside of you.

“That’s it. You’re so pretty fucking yourself on my fingers,” Yoongi told you, using the other hand to push down gently on your lower stomach. The extra sensation, combined with his tongue tracing patterns through your folds, nearly sent you over the edge right then. Your moans grew more desperate, breathing becoming more erratic as he groaned into your pussy, enjoying giving you pleasure as much as you enjoyed getting it. Just then, he took your clit in between his lips, sucking gently, his fingers not stopping their consistent thrusting into you. He watched you as he took you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like no other. Your moans and whines spilled out, saying his name over and over as he used his tongue to help you ride it out. He only stopped when you forcefully pushed his head away from you, unable to take the overstimulation. Your entire body was weak, shaking uncontrollably underneath him. You pulled him by the arm up and over you, kissing him messily, not caring about tasting yourself on his lips.

Still kissing you, refusing to break the connection between the two of you, he reached down and clumsily pushed his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them off his ankles onto the floor. You watched as his cock sprung free, salivating at the sight of it. Bringing himself up into the space between your thighs again, you couldn’t help yourself as you reached down and wrapped your hand around him, pumping him a few times, watching as his head fell to your shoulder, his breathing coming out in short gasps. With that, you guided him slowly to your entrance, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you at that moment.

“Yoon, please, I need you,” you whined, eyes on him as he pushed just the tip of his cock into you, going slowly to allow you time to adjust to his size. You were so wet that he slid into you with no resistance, his moans tumbling out as he bottomed out, pelvis touching yours. He raised his torso up with his forearms, kissing you as he began to slowly thrust into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing your ankles to hold them together as you held the back of his neck. You were already so sensitive from your previous orgasm that the sweet drag of his cock against your walls had you begging for more sooner than you expected. His thrusts became rougher, sending the sound of skin slapping against skin throughout the room.

Your second orgasm already building, Yoongi reached down between you and rubbed tiny circles on your clit, pushing into you erratically. He struggled to keep a rhythm as his own release came closer, and his kisses grew sloppy as he continued rubbing his fingers gently on you. The second orgasm wasn’t as strong, but regardless, your body shook as it overpowered you, walls contracting around his cock. The new sensation set off Yoongi’s orgasm soon after. He groaned out loudly as he thrusted into you a few more times, collapsing on top of you as you both came down from your shared high. There was silence aside from your heavy breathing as he pulled out of you and laid next to you, kissing your temple as he wrapped you up in his arms. You huddled into his embrace, face resting against his chest, listening as his heart rate slowly regulated.

“Hey,” Yoongi whispered.

“Yeah?” you whispered back, afraid to move from the warmth of his arms.

“Nothing’s changed. You’re still my best friend, and I’m still in love with you,” he answered, placing a slow kiss to your forehead as he squeezed you tighter.

“I love you too, Yoongi,” you said in response, hugging him back even tighter.

You weren’t sure if this would last, or if it would even work at all, but that was a question to save for another day. Tonight, all you wanted to do was fall asleep in the arms of the man who had been there for you for eight years, the man you’d loved for half of that time. You didn’t have all the answers, but one thing you were sure about? You were so, so glad that you sucked at calculus.

#bts fic #bts smut #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic #suga x reader #suga fanfic #suga fic #suga smut #yoongi one shot #btswritersclub #yoongi

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talesof-old · 4 months

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dry hands | r.s.

pairing(s): robb stark x reader

warning(s): nothing really, a few mentions of old wounds/scarring, having dry skin to the point of pain/bleeding, not edited or proofread, this is definitely a little slice of life type drabble

word count: 859

masterlist

a/n: this is an over one year old request, my apologies. i’ve been finally feeling up to working through some of my old stuff, so i’m hopefully gonna put them out over the next little bit

robb stark + “why are your hands so dry?”

Winter had come swiftly.

Summer flurries had turned to inches deep snow that gathered on the hem of your skirts and soaked the bottom of your cloak. You’d taken to spending most of your time indoors, basking in the heat the springs beneath Winterfell offered. Robb, ever dutiful, had barely had the chance to even sleep beside you, too consumed by his ever pressing responsibilities as King in the North.

You sighed, setting down the cross stitching you’d been working on for what seemed like ages, and instead inspected your hands. The cold made them ache, but the constant back and forth between the wet outdoors and burning dry heat of the castle had caused the skin to redden and crack in a far more painful manner. They stung when exposed to moisture and every time you attempted to smooth creams over them, you’d end up wishing you hadn’t.

Not built for the North, you’d utter to whoever was closest to you.

Sansa had spent much of her time reminding you that no one was truly equipped for the winter. You pushed yourself up from your seat, stretching your tired limbs and making your way to your husband’s side of the chambers. He’d hardly slept these past few weeks. His space was a reflection of the fact. Papers scattered everywhere, quills broken on the floor.

As you entered his space, Robb glanced up from his desk. Dark circles had taken residence under his eyes, his beard longer than you’d ever seen it. You smiled softly and stopped only when you came to stand behind him.

“My love, you need to sleep.”

He sighed as you placed your hands on his shoulders, thumbs digging into the skin of his back. Fingers met resistance in the form of tense muscle. You shook your head and leaned forward, nuzzling your face into his neck. Soft words were muttered against his skin.

“You’re exhausted. Come, it’s hard to sleep without you by my side.”

He placed his quill down, half-heartedly ensuring that none of the ink spilled along the haphazard papers, and leaned into you. Weariness rolled off of him in waves, sinking into your bones like a sickness. One of his hands closed over yours, a warm weight over your freezing digits. He chuckled, motioning for you to let him stand up. Robb drew you to his side as he did. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he sighed into your hair, nearly limp.

“I don’t suppose I could give the crown to Bran, could I?” You giggled, pulling away just enough to slowly guide him to your shared bed. It was far easier to be King when all you had to worry about was fighting a war. The politics and peacemaking had deemed itself a much more difficult beast.

Readying yourselves for bed was a well rehearsed event, layers quickly shed and folded by your bedside, stored close by for when it came time to awake in the morning. You slipped into the bed in your underthings just moments after Robb, basking in the soft comfort they offered.

“You’re rather happy.” You glanced over at Robb’s face as he spoke. Truthfully, you’d been happier as of late. Your duties were going smoothly, and you seemed to fit right in with the Northern ladies.

“I’m happy you’re here with me.” The words didn’t warrant the quick look at Robb’s chest, but it happened nonetheless. Raised scars littered his chest and abdomen, just as they did your torso. He sighed, drawing you near. He took your right hand in his, bringing it to his lips.

Velvety skin met rough flesh and Robb paused. You said nothing as he inspected the back of your hand; his blue eyes narrowed in on the raw, dry patches far more painful looking than they actually were.

“Why are your hands so dry?”

His words shouldn’t have caused such laughter, but the incredulous look on his face was enough for you to break out in a fit of it. His brow furrowed and you shook your head. A simple explanation fell from your lips.

“I’m not used to the cold.” Robb frowned. Laughter still lined the planes of your face, amusement sparkling in your eyes as he ran a finger over the nearly cracked skin of your knuckles.

“Surely something exists to prevent this sort of harm.” You shrugged, drawing nearer to him and resting your head on his warm shoulder. There were certainly a plethora of creams and ointments one could use to soothe irritated skin, though you had a habit of forgetting to apply them. In the end it always hurt worse to use them.

Robb sighed, letting go of your hands in favor of wrapping his arms around you. Tension melted away as you drew meaningless circles into his skin, drifting off to sleep as the fire in the hearth died down.

“Remind me to have Jeyne bring you some cream tomorrow morning, will you?” You mumbled an agreement, patting his chest and drifting off. A noncommittal response. Affection bloomed in his eyes before he closed them, following you into the realm of sleep.

#game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #house of the dragon x reader #robb stark x reader #robb stark #house stark #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #king robb stark #king in the north #robb stark fluff

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n3tb0t · 3 months

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Imagine relationship between Alistor and fem reader who is like Velvet!!!!

AHH TYSM FOR BEING MY FIRST REQUEST!!!

I'm assuming that you mean (reader) likes to make clothes and a super fasntia (idk if I spelled that right), so I hope you enjoy this!!😊 It was hard to choose the start of this mini drabble.😔 sorry if this isn't what you expected, and I'm sorry this took forever. School and me being sick didn't help, but I hope you enjoy!!!!

TW: Fluff:), alastor x fem!reader,

🎀Sow and needles🎀

Most of the residents were in the main lobby, sitting around chatting, doing whatever they were doing.

“Dammit charlie!” Y/n yelled with Keekee in her arms. Charlie raised off the couch looking at her with confusion as to why she yelled her name. “Take your cat please, far away from my room. You're cat ruined the clothes I was working on!” she sighed, setting the cat on the ground. “Sorry y/n won’t happen again!” Charlie yelled as y/n made her way back to her room, which she shared with alastor.

Y/n walks into her shared room, upset and annoyed that the clothes that she had been working on for a while now, were now destroyed with cat scratches everywhere on each piece of clothing. She sat down at her desk, looking at her blueprints of clothing designs. Her hands run over her face with stress. Yes, she was mad about how much hard work and time she put in, but she was more mad at the fact that the formal outfit, that she was planning to surprise alastor with, was also ruined.

The doors of the bedroom opened. Y/n turned around to see who it was. “Why, hello my dear.” Alastor says with a long smile, taking steps into their shared room. “What's with the long face dear?” he asks, tilting his head looking at her. “Charlies fucking cat got into our room, and ruined my clothes I was working on.” Alastor hums. He walks closer to Y/n, standing behind her. He sets both of his hands on her shoulders, gently massaging her. Y/n hummed in content. “Thanks Alastor.” she sighed. He looks at her with a kind grin. “Of course, anything for mon amour.”

A comfortable silence fell between them. Y/n phones ding’s from a notification from sinstagram. Alastor groans with annoyance. He doesn't like modern technology, or any type of technology in general. He makes an exception for Y/n since that is how she keeps up with the clothing trends, helps her with her work, and because he loves Y/n. A new clothing trend was a prom-like dress. y/n sighed once again, she was going to have to work on the commissions that people order, and work on more clothes to post with every new trend. Alastor reaches over and grabs her phone. “The fuck? Give me back my phone Al!” she twisted her body to look at him, trying to grab back her phone. Alastor puts his hand on her face to push her away. “Ah, ah, ah~ you need a break from this wretched thing!” Y/n groans with annoyance. “Al dammit! I need to look at what's-'' Alastor puts a finger on her lips “nope! You need a break!” Y/n huffs with annoyance, turning her back at him, slouching on her chair.

Alastor walks off who knows where with her phone, leaving her to think on what to do, without reference. Y/n sigh as she grabs a paper and a mechanical pencil. After a while, a couple of papers with dress designs scattered all over her desk. Her head began to pound, she couldn’t decide what dress to make, what fabric to use, what color would look the best, everything was too much right now.

Alastor walks back with a tea cup filled with some green tea with honey. “Here mon amour, you need to stay hydrated if you're putting this much pressure on yourself.” He commented, she rolled her eyes at the comment he made. “Thank you all but can I have my phone back? I need to-” “nope.” Alastor blurted, interrupting her. Y/n made an over exaggeration groan. The tall lanky man chuckled at her dramaticness. “You’ll survive my dear.” he remarked. Y/n looks at him with an pissed off face. “Okay if you give back my phone, give me your cane.” she says, with her arms crossed, making it sound like a demand. “Nope” she quickly went and tried to grab his cane. He quickly moves to the side, letting her fall to the ground with a groan. She got off the floor with an mentally tired face, Alastor seems to notice this. “Al, hon, let me have my phone please so then I can finish up my work. The more we do this, the longer I work.” Alastor sighs, spawning y/n’s phone. “You should know that your phone is putting more stress on you every time you turn it on, dear.” He comments, as she grabs her phone from him. “I know. Once I'm done with my work I hangout with you as long as we can, okay?” Y/n replies looking at Alastor with a reassuring smile. Alastor bends down a bit to kiss her forehead “okay my dear. But please remember to eat and drink!” he says, walking out of the shared bedroom.

“Al!” Y/n yells, and almost immediately he appears. “Yes my dear?” he asks, tilting his head to the side with a sly smile. “Remember how one of those lone sharks that mizzy led to the hotel, and one of the sharks ripped one of your suits?” she questions with a big smile. Alastor nods his head in response. “Yes, I do remember.” Near y/n, there was a manikin that was covered in a white sheet. She pulls it off to reveal a nice red suit with a black vest over top with red stripes on it, with similar pants that he owns. “What do you think-” Alastor cuts her off by placing a gentle kiss on her lips. It was short, but it meant alot from someone who barely did any physical touching. “It's wonderful, mon amour!” He exclaims with a big genuine smile. “Thank you my dear.” Y/n was still in a somewhat shock from the kiss. “You're welcome hon, now go try it on!”

SCRAP HCS

When you first came to the hotel, he did in fact hate you. (it was your attitude and because you caring that screen of threats with you)

After a while he had grown used to your remarks and attitude. You both had a somewhat okay friendship.

At one point the hotel needed more sponsorship, and with that a ‘party’ with all the overlords were invited to the hotel to discuss it.

Charlie had asked you, beforehand to give you time, to make clothes for the party. Which you agreed upon since for 1, she's letting you live here for free, and for 2? idk.

You had made previous dress and suits designs. So this would be pretty easy for you, all you gotta do is get their size, and whatever style they want.

You have gotten everyone's size and style they want, well.. You still have to do alastors. You dred on this you may have an okay relationship with him, but you don’t know if you get your soul taken away trying to size him.

Surprisingly, he let you….. I give up

#alastor x reader #x reader #fem reader #hazbin hotel #alastor x female reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #request

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devilevlls · 23 days

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hello! I just found your blog but i really like your style of writing!!! May i please request 16 with The Mammon?? Thank you in advance i hope you have had an amazing day!! 🪷 anon

Heey! Thank you for the support <3

And thanks for the request, here is the quick drabble with the prompt! I hope you like it. 💛

Why is there glitter everywhere?˚ ⋆｡˚

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚

As Mammon clumsily attempted to craft a handmade gift for MC, his room descended into chaos. Glitter cascaded from the air like a sparkling snowstorm, coating every surface in a shimmering layer. Pieces of paper littered the floor, some torn, others crumpled in frustration. Amidst the disarray, Mammon himself was a sight to behold, sitting on the rug with glitter adorning his face as he probably scratched his cheeks with dirty fingers.

Just as Mammon played with another colorful piece of paper, MC entered the room, a small tray of snacks in hand for their movie night. Their eyes widened in surprise at the scene before them, taking in the glittery spectacle with a mixture of amusement and concern.

"Mammon, what in the realms are you doing? Why is there glitter everywhere?" MC exclaimed, unable to contain their laughter at the sight of “the great Mammon” covered in a chaotic mess of glitter and paint.

Mammon froze, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he hurried to gather his scattered supplies, trying to hide the final gift. "Uh, well, ya see, I was tryin' to make ya somethin' special," he admitted sheepishly, avoiding their gaze as he attempted to salvage what remained.

Despite the chaos and the inevitable mess, MC couldn't help but feel touched by Mammon's efforts, he may be clumsy, but it was lighthearted. With a fond smile, they set down the snacks and crossed the room to where Mammon stood, reaching out to gently wipe away a streak of glitter from his cheek gently.

"You didn't have to go through all this trouble, Mammon," the human said softly, their tone filled with affection. "But I appreciate the gesture. Let's clean up together, okay?" And with that, they set to work, turning what could have been a disaster into a moment of shared laughter and camaraderie. Despite his attempts to defend himself, Mammon couldn’t help but growl playfully as MC teased him about being covered in glitter.

Drabble prompts you can use in your requests!

#Mammon is such a sweetheart 💛#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #evllsposts #evllsasks #obey me drabble #obey me writing #obey me fluff #obey me mammon #om mammon #mammon obey me #obey me x mc #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #om gender neutral mc

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homicidal-slvt · 3 months

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Valentine's Day Drabbles

MDNI

141 x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slightly Sad

[Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick]

There's several letters scattered across your desk, some of them covered in that familiar scent- cologne lingering on the paper. He of course did it on purpose... Knowing how much you loved his scent, how you always claimed he smelled like home. It reminds you of the many times he asked you to come with him to help pick out colognes, wanting you to choose whatever you thought would suit him... Truthfully though- he just enjoyed spending time with you and bathed in your attention, enjoying how you'd breathe in so deeply once embraced in his arms.

"I'm sorry I can't be there for Valentine's Day, Strawberry. I'll be sure to make it up to you, that's a promise."

[Simon 'Ghost' Riley]

You've re-read these letters many times... They suddenly stopped coming and it had you terrified. What happened? Is he okay? You recklessly stuffed the papers back into the drawer on your desk and suddenly- a knock snaps you out of your thoughts.

"It's me, love..."

Yanking the door open you're greeted by your sweet Simon, flowers and chocolates in hand- a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"Couldn't let my missus spend Valentine's alone, could I? M'sorry for the wait."

[John 'Soap' Mactavish]

Johnny would send you letters absolutely filled to the brim with doodles, occasionally detailed art as well. Silly stories were shared accompanied with scribbled smiley faces, he adored hearing back from you and got ecstatic if you'd return the favor with doodles of your own... Your home feels pretty empty lately without his chatter, your fingers carefully opening the most recent letter.

"Wanted to give this to you in person but since I'm not able to... Happy Valentine's Day, Bonnie."

It's a beautiful drawing of you from the first time he met you... There looking out at the vast sea.

[Captain John Price]

You had so many letters you didn't know what to do with them all, it was romantic though... It also of course gave you some peace of mind- a reminder that he was still okay. That he'd be coming home to you soon enough... Today had proven stressful and you found yourself wishing John was here, slipping your key into the lock and with a subtle click you entered your house....

Rose petals everywhere- candles lit on the dining room table.

"Wanted to surprise you. We have a lot of catching up to do, yeah? Happy Valentine's Day, Dove."

{@sofasoap @sarraa-26 @soupbinsoup @gothgirl6-6-6 @caramlizedtomatoes-deactivated2 }

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shuchu · 2 years

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i have so many assessments due and they r so long i may die !!!!! simply wishing i had shoto to help me .. destress (〃ω〃)

he would definitely see u stressing on the couch or staring at ur assignments and come over to you, kissing your neck ,, hands on your thighs and eat u out to your hearts content (*≧∀≦*) and when he thinks you're fucked out enough he'll just come back up with a cheeky smile and say "good luck on your assignments babe <3" and give u a lil kiss

ahh i love him so much my dream boy -🌸

omg i understand your suffering 🌸 anon ;w;

here’s a little drabble to cheer you on ♡

nsfw, minors dni ; afab!reader

papers are scattered everywhere on the table and the tabs on your laptop are never ending. you stare blankly at the screen, stressing out about how much work you need to get done.

shoto walks into the room and he doesn’t need much to know that you’re really stressed out. he walks to sit beside you on the couch, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“hey baby. you wanna take a short break?” he asks, opening his arms.

you move to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and he does the same, holding you close to him.

after a few minutes, shoto turns his head slightly to kiss your neck, leaving soft gentle kisses while his hands move to rub your thighs.

you let out a soft gasp and tilt your head to the side to give him more access. shoto pulls back and tells you to sit beside him. once you do, his lips are back on your neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin while his hands work on undressing your lower half.

after flinging your shorts and panties to the side, he spreads your thighs and moves down to kiss your clit. you jerk your hips up, wanting his mouth on you. shoto chuckles and he goes down on you, licking and sucking at your folds.

shoto’s skilful tongue coaxes orgasm after orgasm out from you to the point where your mind is going foggy from being overstimulated. shoto’s eyes flick up, seeing your fucked out face, he chuckles and gives you a kiss.

“feeling better now babe?” he asks with a cheeky grin.

you sit up slowly and nod, unable to form words. shoto chuckles again and gives you a few rapid fire kisses on the cheek before saying, “good luck with the assignments darling, i know you can do it. i’ll be in my studio if you need me.”

#hana replies ♡#hana thirsts ♡#shxtou #shxtou x reader #shxtou smut #🌸 anon ♡

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ryxiez · 1 year

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HI!! I dont know how I found you literally as you just posted your masterlist, but its nice to run into another new obey me acc! :]

could I request some headcanons/drabbles for the demon brothers (or whichever characters u would like, Im not picky) with a super like. Fragile MC? IDK HOW TO PUT WHAT I MEAN—Ig an mc that's prone to getting hurt, bruises easily, is on the weaker side, etc etc. Maybe the demons are kinda like?? Anxious that if they're not gentle enough they'll accidentally break them or smth.

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you meant cause I kinda took different styles with a few of them. Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I’m writing this half asleep >_<

Obey Me! Brothers with fragile!MC (Headcanons)

Fluffy Comforting Headcannons

Mentions the reader/MC getting hurt in some way, no blood mentioned at all

this is kinda how the brothers would react/treat you after you got hurt or they realized you were hurt

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

Ever since you were little you were always called clumsy. Often tripping over your own two feet, bruises and scraps covering spots on your skin.

Lucifer

- Often took notice of the discoloration in your skin, yet never brought it up with you.

- Basically knew what was happening and what was wrong right away

- During your time down there, he always seemed to be coincidently there whenever you would fall, or bump into something, even at school.

- However sometimes he didn't make it in time to catch you, or redirect you, but would always help you up.

- You reasure you that you are okay and only IF no one was around, he would plant a small kiss on where it hurts.

Mammon

- Wouldn't notice until he touched you (like a hug) and you pulled back with a hiss.

- Was very startled and thought he somehow hurt you with his "demon strength".

- He became all panicky with tears in his eyes when you told him you were fine when he knew you weren't.

- Finally he convinced you to show him what you were hiding and he was basically speechless. He couldn't believe he was letting you get hurt when he was supposed to look after you.

- Mammon then pulled you into a hug, avoiding the certain bruise, and told you to call for him whenever you were hurt again.

Leviathan

- You would honestly trip over stuff in his room a lot. Boxes and items on his floor that he didn't want to put away yet because he was gaming.

- He would pause his game right away if he could as soon as he heard a loud thump from behind him.

- Rushing over, he saw tears in your eyes as you held onto your ankle for dear life, rocking back and forth slightly.

- He apologized a million times, stuttering, as he held you close to him, and tried to take a look at your foot after your breathing slowed down again.

- Promises to clean his room for you, which he did, but only a little bit.

Satan

- Same as Levi, has a very messy room but with him he has scattered books and papers everywhere you can't even walk right.

- However, when he first heard you fall, anger struck him more than concern as he turned around with sharp eyes

- That was until he saw you in your weakened state on the floor and he immediately softened up.

- He rushed to your side and asked you were it hurt and how he could help.

- Definitely put a numbing or healing spell on your wound because he couldn't help but feel like it was his fault.

Amsodeus

- He found the discoloration in your skin on one of your many spa days.

- You then had to explain to him how you just seemed to bump into things or just fall a lot and couldn't help it.

- He would almost cry as he caressed your skin with lotions and creams, trying his best to sooth the pain, and it worked.

- Promises to try his best to stay by your side to help, and he even starts carrying bandaids and bruise cream in his purse for you.

- Let's just say you would be having spa days way more often so he can take care of you as much as possible.

Beelzebub

- Both of you made your late night trips to the kitchen as your stomachs rumble. (More so his)

- While stumbling around in the dark, you managed to walk right into the edge of the counter.

- You let out a yelp before holding down on the now pulsating spot, probably scrapped and bruised.

- Beel immediately had a candle lit in your direction as his big hands worked to slowly pry yours off yourself so he could see the wound.

- Would act like he wasn't panicking but he really was on the inside.

- Gave it a kiss before placing a bandaid on it after carrying you to the bathroom.

- Cuddles for the rest of the night while he protected you.

Belphegor

- Tried to cuddle closer to you while he was in your bed one night

- You we’re almost fully asleep until your felt his fingers press too hard on one of the fresh bruises you got this morning.

- You squirmed out of his grasp you you could sit up, trying to get away from the pain

- Belphie was confused and tried until you brought up the bruise he touched

- He apologized with caring eyes before laying you back down to cuddle, this time offering you to share his cow print pillow.

- From now on he was more careful and gentle with his touch

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

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stnaf-vn · 2 years

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Good timezone you two!

Sorry to bother you when you're probably super busy and just got off break but I've been feeling pretty low lately and been going through a tough time and normally people want to be comforted but I am the kind of person who finds comfort in comforting others 👉👈

Could we get a reverse comfort drabble with Friend please?? Maybe during one of his random crying fits? Ngl I have been very curious about that bit of info

Please ignore this if you're getting swamped with asks and have a wonderful day!

(Ah no worries anon! sorry I got to this so late! Here is a reverse comfort drabble)

TW: THROWING OBJECTS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Friend was very distraught. He didn't know why. He was fine just a moment ago... But now the living room was a mess. Oh god, oh god, you'd be home from work any minute. He rushed around, picking up as much debris as he could. .... but it was too late. He could sense you making your way up into the apartment you two lovingly shared. His arms, shaking, dropped everything he held. He was scared...so scared. He couldn't let you see him like this.... He tried to think of a hiding spot. ..... there!

"Friend, I'm home- what the hell?" You slipped off your shoes, and entered the living room. A broken table laid on the floor, and papers were scattered about everywhere. You were certain there was a hole in the wall...and the window was smashed. What the hell happened? "Friend?" You called out, but didn't receive an answer. You looked around a bit more....is that stuffing coming out of the couch pillow? After a solid few minutes, you decided to give him a call. You whipped out your phone, and pressed his contact. ring...ring... You could hear the muffled vocals of "I Was Made For Lovin' You" coming from the storage closet in the hallway. "Friend?" You called out again. No response, although you were pretty certain you could hear muffled sniffling behind the door. You padded across the carpet, and reached your hand out to the doorknob.

"No! Don't open the door!"

Friend announced loudly, his voice cracking at the end. The sudden loudness made you flinch, and you pulled your hand back. "Friend? What's going on? Are you okay, are you hurt?!" You worriedly asked question after question.

"I...I'm fine. I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry."

Friend rocked back and forth in the closet, holding his head in his hands.

"I'm so sorry...."

You sat down beside the door. "I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me~" You sang, tapping against the door in rhythm.

"And I can't get enough of you baby, can you get enough of me?" You chuckled, getting more in tune with the song, as if a little radio was playing in your head. You were pretty sure you heard a faint giggle from the closet as well.

"You know, Friend, I'm a pretty accepting person, you don't have to stay in the closet~" You joked, giving the door a gentle knock. Friend snorted, eyes bleary with earlier tears. "May I open the door now, love?" .... No response. Slowly, you stood up, and faced the wooden door once again. Your hand reached out for the doorknob, and with a twist, it opened. Your eyes fell upon Friend, sitting with his knees to his chest, his eyes puffy and red, and you could see tear streaks down his cheeks. "What happened?" You crouched down, making eye contact with him.

"I...I don't....I was just...."

Friend sniffled, to which you extended your arms out to him, motioning him to hold onto you.

A heart-breaking sob escaped his vocal cords, and firm arms wrapped around you, holding onto you for dear life.

Friend cried into you as you softly stroked his back, letting him cry for as long as he needed to.

#💾- see thru need a friend game #stnafgame #📝-lil' drabbles #see thru need a friend #yandere #✨-friend #seethruneedafriend #🔪-stnaf scenarios #see thru need a friend game #18+

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night-of-thyme · 7 months

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Can I make a request for a Lil drabble about reader's f/o hardcore stalking them 👉👈 maybe reader is totally into it...

AHHH YES!!!! I LOVE STALKER STUFF

also this is gonna be a ton of scattered ideas but ill try making it coherent

cw: mention of dead animals (no detail), stalking (obviously), gore? yeah.

♠️♠️♠️

your f/o seems to be everywhere you are, as if they know exactly where youre going. you didnt think much of it at first but now that a few weeks have gone by, youre a bit nervous seeing them from nowhere. its becoming clear that theyre probably stalking you but for some reason you arent completely disgusted or freaked out. you kinda wanna see how far they go.

they leave dead animals on your doorstep, notes on your door and windows, and have set up cameras that you definitely noticed but havent pointed out. you just wanna see how far it goes, its not like theyll go that far, right?

theyve gotten into your home multiple times, they take photos of you when you sleep. your peaceful state driving them to do whatever they want. they dont even worry about waking you, they know youre not going to do anything. they have you wrapped around their finger and you know it, you just deny it.

the breaking and entering becomes almost a nightly thing at this point, you notice a few love letters they left out and read them just like every morning. its the same old thing, how theyd kill for you, theyd gut themselves to be yours, theyd rip your eyes out and keep them in a jar full of your beautiful tears, etc. you think its lovely so you keep the notes in a box for later.

maybe youre just as crazy for them as they are for you, they have their eye on you and know everything about you so theyd totally know if the feeling was mutual. you suppose the reason they havent said anything yet is because they enjoy this little game they have with you. they love writing you notes, watching you on the cameras, and leaving you insane gifts on your steps. maybe theyll wrap it up when they run out of the light rosey pink paper and red ink they love writing to you with so much. maybe theyll just invest in more. or maybe youll turn the tables and stalk them too.

youre perfect for each other.

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starlostseungmin · 2 years

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— [ 1AM ] it’s probably because of the coffee, ksm.

pairing — college student!seungmin x gn!reader

genre — fluff, mutual pining, college au

warnings — academic stress, coffee and alcohol consumption, mild swearing, stealing (seungmin lowkey stole from the vending machine), not proofread

words — 2.2k

this is an entry for 24/8 drabble event hosted by @neo-shitty. i just wanted to thank you for making this collab and i had fun writing this as well ^^ i made a few changes from yesterday, just basically the ending and title, which this got longer than i expected, got carried away though! i hope you guys like it! ♡

1:00 AM

sounds of crickets echoed through the quiet night where almost everyone was asleep, probably, but not you at least. crumpled papers scattered from the study table to the floor, the screen of your laptop illuminates the dark, messy bedroom of yours, pens resting on each top of your ears, a purple highlighter on one hand, and a 20-page paper stapled together on the other. it wasn’t just a typical exam—a presentation-type of exam, a power point being presented in front and a summarization of your selected topic, everything to make you work under pressure. the cursor stopped at the unfinished sentence from the very first paragraph you made, and no progress from the last ten minutes. it keeps blinking ever since.

listening to the sounds of nature with the window open as the curtains swayed welcoming the breeze of cool air made you shiver. glancing at the time plastered on the lock screen of your phone, it was 1 a.m. sharp. no wonder why it got so chilly as if it wasn’t the first time you stayed up all night for the sake of your grades. but in this case, you can’t sleep either. not because of the pressure that the exam has been putting a heavy load on your shoulders, but because of what happened a few days ago.

a stupid, cliché, drunk confession.

groaning at the embarrassment, your palm reached your cheeks with a loud smack, wincing in pain.

“fuck!”

it was hyunjin’s idea, that inviting you to a nearby pub after a 7 p.m. class should be a so-called celebration for the semester ending in 2 weeks. but screw your best friend, he’s a traitor. the plan of ditching the invitation didn’t come into place when you knew he was going to be very disappointed. you knew seungmin’s gonna be there, and the rest of the boys as well. hesitating won’t do you any good, but you deserve a nice weekend, starting with alcohol.

and a decision to regret later.

truth or dare while under the influence of the intoxicating liquor was a bad idea. choosing the truth is even worse. seungmin fell into silence, he was sober as you were drunk. the construction of words into sentences was like begging him to like you back. you even cried while confessing to him in front of the pub and vomited on the street. hyunjin had to take you back to the dorms and dismissed everyone.

crumpling the sheets of paper aggressively out of embarrassment, you had to grab your hoodie lying on your bed and left your desk unattended. you took a deep breath the moment you stepped out of the dorms, hoping to have peace and forget about everything. the university is just a few meters away from the building. it wasn’t actually forbidden to pull an all-nighter in the library or the computer lab. even the classrooms are free to use even at the early times of the day and it was past midnight anyway.

shoving your hands inside the pockets of your hoodie, you reached the arts and sculpture classroom. the pieces you had left on your own station were not covered neatly, even the drafts were a mess, and the broken pieces of the mold were everywhere. it’s not like you have any passion for arts, but to admit, it was fun when you used to enjoy making something related to it when you were younger but practical choices have to lead you to another major.

a sigh in disbelief escaped from your lips as you entered the premises and cleaned up your mess.

“would you mind turning the lights on? it’s pretty dark here.” someone spoke out from the door.

“sorry?” you asked, holding one trash bag and a useless plaster piece mold, hardened after a long period of time.

“nevermind,” the person sighed as you heard a click from the wall with the lights on. it was seungmin. “what are you doing here anyway?” he asked, walking towards his table and taking something from its drawers.

“i don’t even know how i ended up here,” you said. “what about you?”

“i’m just taking a break from studying,” he answered, seeing the book he was looking for.

“you were in the library?” you asked as he gave you a nod, burying his nose in between the pages.

“yeah, shouldn’t you be preparing for the fundamentals of law presentation?” he asked, taking the book inside his bag, cleaning his workspace as well, with you being finished.

“i am,” you sighed. “i just can’t seem to focus and i wanted to sleep but i can’t.”

“hmm, i see it, do you want some coffee?” he asked, making you look at him in disbelief.

“are you being serious right now?”

“yeah, i know i’m not going to sleep anytime soon, i will probably stay up all night. i bet you too?” he chuckled in response which made you scoff.

“as i said, i was going to sleep but i can’t sleep and you’re asking to drink coffee,” you said but you both ended up in front of a vending machine across the hallway. seungmin read the labels and took a few minutes to decide which one to get while you wait. it wasn’t the first time you decided to be at the university at this hour but it still gives you the creeps after seeing some lights being turned off. blame those horror movies you watch.

“hey, do you have any money?” he asked out of nowhere, snatching you back to the vending machine which made you check your pockets and realized you forgot everything, even your most precious phone.

“i left my wallet and my phone in the dorms.” you answered. “don’t you have any?”

“no, i think i left mine too.” he sighs.

“what’s in the bag then?”

“i don’t have my wallet inside my bag y/n.” he sighed as he stared at the machine. “damn, how do we get this thing?”

seungmin held the machine trying to figure out what to do with it. your eyes roam around to see if someone was there but it was just the two of you in an empty dark hallway with only the light bulb being switched on above the vending machine. seungmin clicked his tongue as he pressed the number of his chosen drink and typed in a code, which you didn’t understand.

“wait! are you hacking the machine?” you asked, startled.

“no one will know,” he smirked, kicking it with his foot and making two bottles of cold coffee roll down. “nice.” seungmin reached for the bottles when suddenly one of the university’s guards saw what he did.

“hey! what are you two doing?!” he exclaimed, making the both of you turn in his direction with wide eyes. seungmin handed you one of the drinks, as he grabbed your hand, running away from the guard. “don’t run you, kids!”

“damn it!” seungmin hissed.

it happened so swiftly. him, holding your hands seems unimaginable but having to feel his soft palm against yours made you want to stay in that moment for a while. he tried to glance at the back as the guard kept chasing you. thank goodness he is old, but seungmin had to take you out of that building. it made your heart go wild and your hands trembled, feeling cold. his fluffy hair bounced at every step, but his smile of triumph highlighted the feeling of enjoyment.

through the hallway, to the stairs, and through the grand hall to the pathways outside heading to the track field, both of you stopped in the middle looking from where you came from. the guard just disappeared with no signs of him yelling and running, and no students either. catching his breath, seungmin sat down on the field not minding getting some dirt on his clothes.

“sit beside me y/n,” he said.

“you almost got us to detention,” you retorted, taking the space beside him as he opened his own bottle of coffee.

“live a little,” he chuckled, making you sigh, taking a few gulps from your own drink. “isn’t it the coffee, or was the whole running that made my heart pound?”

“i say both, you know coffee isn’t always good,” you said which made him smile, looking at the sky filled with stars.

“it was my first time to do something like that, i mean, han taught me that trick.” he said which made you look at him. “it would’ve been lonely and less the fun without you too,”

“right,” you said in an awkward tone as a sigh of relief escaped from your lips, trying to think of something better to say.

crushing on seungmin feels like comfort after a bad day, he doesn’t know how much it melts your heart just hearing his honey-like voice on the fresh opening of spring with dancing cherry blossom trees and guitar strings. it’s one of the best feelings, but it doesn’t happen every day even if you share the same major, political science.

seungmin finished his coffee as you lay yours half-empty on the side. the thoughts of what happened on that night when you were madly drunk suddenly came back, making you slap yourself. it caught his attention with a bit of amusement on his face.

“are you okay?” he asked.

“look, seungmin, i’m sorry for what happened the other night, i was so drunk. i didn’t mean to offend you or anything,” you said with a sigh. “it was so embarrassing of me,” but seungmin smiled and lowered his head, playing with his fingers.

“it was cute,” he said, making your cheeks start to warm. “i mean, i’m really cool about it y/n. it’s not every day that someone would come to me and say they like me as much as you do. i’m actually happy you told me even if you were drunk. it wasn’t embarrassing at all, it’s a common scenario. besides, it wouldn’t happen if hyunjin didn’t propose the game.”

“you’re not upset?” you asked, looking at him as he stared back at you, still wearing the cute smile, showing his braces, which you love. he often finds it a hassle and unattractive most of the time. but for you, it shows a perfect smile that could light up a dark night.

“why would i be upset? well, i was a bit upset because hyunjin dragged you home after that incident, i didn’t get to say something.” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“which is?” you asked.

“well,” he paused. “i didn’t want to make things get awkward between us just and i’m trying to get it off my head either but i can’t seem to go directly.”

your heart started to beat faster than usual, you weren’t expecting something in return for your confession but listening to his sentiments made you want to believe something from expectations. seungmin isn’t really expressive with his feelings unless he’s grown emotional, but he’s being different today.

“what do you mean?” you asked, not taking your eyes from him as he made eye contact.

“what i’m saying is that if i were drunk as you were, i would probably say the same but i don’t like drinking really,” he smiled which made your cheeks even hotter. it took you a while to say something as you formed a thin line between your lips, taking a deep breath, trying not to do anything stupid. having a drunk confession is enough, no more embarrassing things for you again.

“is it the coffee or the running earlier that made my heart beat faster?” you said which made him chuckle in response, as it was followed by a peck on your lips, leaving you frozen on the spot.

“it’s probably because of the coffee,” he smirked.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you told him in disbelief when he just smiled and lay on his back on the ground.

“who said i was kidding anyway?”

“it’s just that, i don’t know, that you feel the same?” you said lying beside him, watching the infinite stars illuminate the dark sky.

“i never lie about my feelings,” he said as he reached out for your hand, intertwining your fingers, pulling you closer to him. “and whenever i say something related to it, i am really sincere, it’s rare y/n.” he smiled.

“well i guess i’m lucky then?” you smiled, making him giggle.

“can’t say you are but, you’re one of the people whom i care for,” placing a soft kiss on your forehead, seungmin wrapped his arm around your back as you rested your head on his shoulder, staring at the night sky.

“you know what, i would probably stop drinking coffee,” you said.

“why?”

“i don’t know, my heartbeat is crazy,” it made seungmin laughed as you were just looking at him, eyes filled with wonder.

“there are two reasons,” he said. “one, coffee, and two is what you feel about me,” he laughed again.

“yeah right, my heart is yours anyway,” you smiled as he gave you another peck on the lips, feeling the comfort of the state of affairs.

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whatisthismandoinghere · 1 year

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For the drabbles prompt:

"Haunt Me" - After being killed by Klink (who was protecting his prisoners from harm), Hochstetter haunts Klink. Shenanigans may or may not ensue.

Alternatively, Hochstetter haunting Hogan and seeing proof of the operation. Maybe making himself visible to Hogan in the tunnels, but nobody else can see him.

We're just gonna ignore the fact that this is definitely longer than 100 words 😂 but enjoy salty ghost Hochstetter and Klink who has ran out of darns to give

Klink groaned as he got up for the fifth time to shut the bloody window, which had once again been ripped open even though there was no breeze outside. Papers were scattered everywhere and just as he finished stacking them into a neat pile, his cigars went crashing to the floor. Weird things had been happening ever since the incident involving Major Hochstetter.

“Unbelievable,” Klink muttered under his breath.

“Is it now?” a familiar voice asked from behind.

Klink looked up from the floor with a start, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what was in front of him. It was Hochstetter alright, though not as solid and considerably paler. He was still dressed in his black uniform, which was immaculate except for the bullet hole right over his heart.

“Hochstetter?” Klink couldn’t believe it. “But you’re supposed to be-”

“Dead? Ja, you kindly made sure of that,” Hochstetter growled through clenched teeth.

“Well, what did you expect me to do?”

“You could’ve let me deal with Hogan for once! He’s the most dangerous man in Germany!”

“I believe you’re mistaken. That role belongs to our beloved fuhrer,” Klink said dryly as he scooped up the remaining cigars from the floor and sat them back on his desk. “Besides you had no proof of his involvement in the ongoing sabotage, and you never have. Therefore, he’s still under the protection of the Geneva Convention, and it is my duty to give him that protection. You were about to shoot him, so I did the only thing I could.”

Hochstetter was absolutely irate at the matter-of-fact tone Klink was using with him. And his nonchalant remarks against the fuhrer?! He could have him shot for that- well… actually he couldn’t now, so instead he just knocked Klink’s cigars off his desk again.

“Was that really necessary?” Klink sighed as he started to pick them up again.

"Considering the number of headaches you caused me while I was alive and the fact that you killed me? Yes.”

“I gave you headaches? Says the man who constantly came stomping into my office screaming at the top of his lungs ‘What is this man doing here?!’ That’s a laugh.”

“Glad you’re finally comfortable enough to share your real thoughts on me.” Hochstetter rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as he floated just above Klink’s desk.

“Well, you don’t have the power to have me killed anymore, and seeing as I won’t have to worry about what happens to the prisoners if I’m gone, I am finally able to speak freely. It’s quite nice actually. That and I usually have tact and you’re rather lacking in that department whenever we meet.”

“ME? LACKING TACT?!”

“Yes, thank you for proving my point.”

“BAH! Don’t think this is over, Klink! I will haunt you until the end of your days!”

Klink had to stifle a chuckle as he watched Hochstetter angrily float out of the room. Sure enough, two seconds later the window ripped open again, sending his paperwork flying all over the place.

Oh well Klink thought to himself. A small price to pay for the pleasure of killing that man myself.

#thanks for the ask!#hogan's heroes #my writing

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calcifersfireplaceao3-moved · 2 years

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Ronance drabble, pre-relationship, fluff

Rated: general audience

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"You're totally lost, aren't you."

"No, no, I've got this, we've got this. It's just baking, how hard could it be."

"I didn't know you baked." Mike says flatly from the doorway. The Wheeler's kitchen has been taken over, Mrs. Wheeler shooed away with reassurances that it would remain intact, leaving the two of them standing in front of the open cookbook like they're facing another doorway to hell.

"I… can." Nancy says, chin jutted out in stubbornness and pride. "I just don't do it often."

Mike scoffs and laughs once in that mean sibling way and leaves.

"Seriously, we got this. How hard can it be, I've got a C-plus in home-ec, I'm sure your grade is much higher, we're gonna crush this cake thing-" Robin tries to reassure Nancy who only looks slightly pained at the word vomit Robin is spewing everywhere.

Pencil in hand and scratch paper at the ready like the A+ student she is, Nancy is dissecting the recipe book carefully propped up on the counter.

"I'll bet baking is just like languages-" Nancy finally looks up in bewilderment. Delighted at getting the reaction she wanted, Robin keeps the quickly forming and very shaky theory flowing, "it's mostly about confidence, you just gotta-" She punches her palm with her other fist for emphasis, "go for it."

Nancy laughs and Robin could cheer, she counts each begrudging smile, each startled laugh towards her own secret tally of success. With one last laugh of defeat Nancy backs away from the counter, gesturing to the book and the scattered ingredients before putting her hands on her hips to watch with a smile still lingering on her lips. "Okay, okay! We'll do it your way. It was your idea, if it turns into a total disaster I'm telling Steve I had no part in this."

"Ahhh, but he knows you'd never let me near a hot stove by myself." Nancy sighs and makes a noise of agreement, leaning back on the counter to watch.

"Which is why I'm assuming we're doing this here then? Your parents won't let you use the oven?"

"Maybe. Not the point. The point is it's our dear friend's birthday."

"Why do you…" Nancy bites her lip, her fingers tightening their grip on her folded arms watching Robin trying to fish out eggshells with first one then both hands, the urge to take over and fix things clearly becoming harder and harder to fight. "Why do you care so much about this?"

"Well," Robin's big secret is out, though Nancy had never had a direct conversation with her about it. Just nodded slowly and assured Robin it was okay and that she wasn't uncomfortable. "It's not to get him to like-like me." Robin jokes.

"But, you know, he's kind of my first real friend, or at least the first friend that mattered. And I thought, hey, birthdays are a big thing! But turns out his parents just skip town and leave him money to throw a party or leave some huge gift he doesn't even want. So birthdays kind of suck for him, but I was thinking maybe something from us wouldn't suck so bad."

Robin finishes her sentence and her breath and holds up the rogue eggshell in triumph. Nancy nods like she can follow the train of logic well enough, wincing as Robin wipes her fingertips on her jeans. She keeps quiet while watching the human hurricane that is Robin multitasking while she measures and pours and talks. Nancy doesn't seem to really mind her rambling this time, letting her do her thing without interruption.

Only when the mixing bowl makes its way precariously to the edge with Robin's wild elbows and self-admitted poor coordination spelling imminent disaster does Nancy step in. Catching Robin by the waist to pull her aside and grab the prized kitchenware with the other, Nancy sets things to right in her quick and efficient way.

"Wow, a real hero and a baking hero? Nancy Wheeler, me and this cake and maybe Steve thank you." Robin's voice is very high and she laughs once to herself about how aware she is that Nancy's arm is still firm around her waist. It's hard not to have a crush on Nancy, almost everyone who knows her does, and since Robin would very much like to still be friends with this very cool girl she's doing her damn best to keep that crush to herself.

Nancy smiles her tight-lipped smile, pushing the bowl far away from danger, then seems to notice how close she still is and pulls away with a quiet "sorry", clearing her throat and Robin swears to any god that there might be a faint tinge of pink in her cheeks.

#ronance #stranger things #stranger things 4 #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin/nancy #my writing #it was my original idea for a prompt that i couldnt get to fit but liked enough to keep

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belltrigger · 2 years

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Come back?

Hi @feroluce Here for the pain, huh? (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

-Send me a “Come back” and I’ll write a drabble about character asking the other to return (they parted after a fight, the other has been missing for a while, etc)

You guys are asking for tears, hopefully I can fulfill your wishes. Welcome back from Hisui, Ingo! *★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/:*.°★*

Title: Precious Documents Word count: 1,512

Out of nowhere, just like that, they were fighting.

Fights certainly must have happened between them before; they were adults who'd spent nearly thirty years together. Surely, no one could go that long in their lives without at least one or two major fights, right? Although it seemed he and Emmet shared many interests, and the same points of view, there must have been clashes of personality somewhere along the tracks. A two-car train could hit rough tracks and bump every once in a while.

He tried to convince himself of that, but his furiously beating heart and despair-choked throat argued fiercely against the idea. Even now, after he had placed several rooms worth of space between him and Emmet, he still felt a flight response thudding in his chest. He'd stared down angry Alphas with ease, but the unexpected and unfamiliar anger around Emmet had sent him off into a different room.

Never before had he seen Emmet so furious, especially not directed at him. It was an absolute fact that he knew, even with most of his memories in a haze. In truth, he still didn't quite understand what had set Emmet off like that. Leaning against the wall of their dining room, he held his hand against his heart, and tried to regulate his breathing. He shut his eyes, put his head back against the wall, and thought of what could have happened.

Emmet had stayed at Gear Station later than him tonight, dealing with a long running issue that had apparently troubled them while he had been missing. Wanting to do something productive with his time while he waited for Emmet, he'd wandered around their home looking for anything he could use to keep busy. In Emmet's office, the room that had supposedly been his bedroom before they had started their relationship long ago, quite a mess had been left on top of the desk. The paper scraps scattered along the desk's surface had no order, spread out with hurried scribblings everywhere.

Cleaning up the mess, filing everything properly - it was something he could do, and something surely Emmet would appreciate. It made his heart light as he set to work. He didn't know exactly what any of it was, and didn't wish to pry into Emmet's work, but he separated by type. Newspaper clippings went into one folder, official looking documentation into another, and handwritten messages and letters into a third. He would speak with Emmet later about more detailed organization tree, but for now, it would be a pleasant surprise for his precious twin.

Losing track of time, he hummed to himself while he worked, and barely heard the front door open. He called out with his focus still on sorting, letting Emmet know where he was. A sharp inhale through his teeth announced Emmet's presence as he pushed past his twin to stare blankly at the filing cabinet. Something crackled into the air.

"What. are you doing." It hadn't exactly been a question, even if the words implied so. The chill was enough to make him set the documents that had been in his hands down, and he turned to Emmet, confusion clear in his frown. Emmet's eyes weren't even on him, just staring with a disconnected terror at the desk.

"I was just cleaning up your desk." At his words, Emmet's gaze snapped onto him.

"Why."

The hostility had been startling, a stark contrast to the Emmet in his limited memories. The man who always smiled for him now stared at him like he was a stranger threatening his safety, ready to defend what he was holding precious. "I..." he lost all words at the steel in Emmet's gaze.

When he didn't continue, Emmet turned to the folders he had started, and pulled them all together, holding them close to his chest. "Get out of my office!"

Not waiting for Emmet to repeat himself, he'd backed out of the room, and had fled to the dining room. Yes, 'fled' was really the only word for it. It was shameful, but he'd not had any other idea of how to react. Chandelure floated near him, unsure of how to help, but wanting to be there to support him.

He sighed heavily, lifting one hand to cover his mouth. An apology. An apology was what he needed to offer to Emmet. He'd crossed a line, obviously, and he needed to apologize. Maybe, if Emmet was open to it, he could ask about the documents that he should have left alone. A sound from Chandelure pulled his attention from his decision, and he opened his eyes.

Peeking around the corner was his twin, rims of his eyes red and folders still clutched to his chest. "Ingo..." His younger twin's voice trailed off as he looked down. He stayed partially hidden by the wall, and Ingo saw a flash of an old memory, of Emmet much much younger, tears growing in the corners of his eyes as he barely peeked out from behind a fence.

They'd fought before. Of course they had, it was only natural in 30 something years. He still felt shaken by the intensity that Emmet had displayed, but they were still themselves at their cores. Emmet was still Emmet, and he was still Ingo.

"Emmet."

Emmet swallowed and clutched the folders tighter. "I'm sorry. I. I shouldn't have yelled at you." His gaze trailed down to the documents that stuck out from the folders' edges, and the corners of his upturned mouth twisted downwards slightly. "These are just. Just very important to me."

Pushing himself away from the wall he had been leaning on, he took a few steps towards his twin. Emmet didn't move, and another memory came back to him - Emmet hiding behind someone's legs, watching him with an absolutely miserable expression. He took a few more steps. "I should have asked before touching them. Would you be willing to tell me what they are?"

His twin shrunk just slightly, and for a moment he believed Emmet would keep their meaning to himself. But as he took another step, Emmet acquiesced, holding the folders out to him. Gingerly, he reached out for them, taking the top folder, the one he'd placed the newspaper clippings into. The first article that faced him had a picture of Emmet from when he was younger, when they had first been separated, with a bold headline reading "Investigation into Subway Master's Suspicious Disappearance." In the photo, his twin had tugged his cap down over his eyes, smile full of gritted teeth. Flipping through a few other articles, there were a few talking about odd occurrences around the world, discussions of other disappearances, and strange pokemon sightings.

Looking up at Emmet, he tilted his head in confusion. Emmet sighed, the watery warning of soon-to-come tears threatening his very breathing. "It's my footwork for finding you. What if you disappear again?"

Closing the folder, he closed the rest of the gap between them, careful to not damage the folders as he pulled Emmet to him. "I won't. I won't leave you alone again." His twin leaned into his embrace, sighing in what sounded like defeat.

"These are proof."

"Proof? Of what?"

"That I did everything I could to find you. That I never gave up." He nuzzled against Emmet, giving him a soft kiss against his temple. "If I put them away, then..."

"Your effort still existed, Emmet. I'm here now, right?" Emmet nodded against his shoulder, but said nothing. "I should have asked before doing anything with your precious work. I'm sorry. I was not going to get rid of any of it, but still, I should have waited."

"It's not your fault. I'm sorry," came quietly from his shoulder, and he pressed another kiss to Emmet's temple. "I overreacted." Chandelure floated above Emmet, and then dropped, tapping him with a chastising air on the top of his head. "Ow. Sorry to you too, Chandelure," Emmet muttered without lifting his face from Ingo's shoulder.

"I believe you tell me all the time to 'not be silly' about these things, right? You should also not be so silly. We can talk, even if we've been separated. In fact, that's all the more reason to talk." He peppered Emmet with kisses, wanting nothing more than to live the rest of their lives peacefully. It was going to be rough, and there may be more times where something similar happened. But, he wasn't going to give up. He loved Emmet with all of his heart, and he knew Emmet loved him too. "I love you, Emmet."

"I love you too, Ingo." Emmet lifted his head then, allowing Ingo to move the kisses from his temple to his face and mouth. At first, his twin passively let him place kisses, even to his mouth, but as Ingo passed over his lips twice, three times, he tried to capture them in more than just a quick flutter. "Hey. If you're gonna kiss me, do it right!" Emmet pouted.

So, of course, he did.

#blankshipping #feroluce #blankshipping prompt fic #angst #panic attack #Bell Fic

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itsclydebitches · 2 years

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OFMD Party Drabble #8

Prompt: Literary Devices (Symbolism)

A/N: Team Black has a bit of a romance novel theme going on for our final day and though I definitely can’t draw, I can offer something in the way of a ficlet :D

“Really, mate, you know I trust you with my life—”

“Just not your books.”

“I do! It’s just... fuck. Isn’t it a little cliché?”

Ed sat with socked feet propped up on his desk, toes just shy of knocking over a now cold cup of tea, papers everywhere, pens scattered, his poor laptop screen sporting a new and mysterious crack. He always worked best with a little chaos, but right now a literal tornado might have blown through and he wouldn’t have noticed. All Ed’s attention was on the cover mockup for his latest novel, Never Left.

On the other line was his illustrator, Stede—sounding very much like he wished to reach through the phone and strangle him.

“Ed,” he huffed. “I don’t know how to say this other than to just say it: you are an erotic romance author. Everything you write is a cliché.”

A bark of laughter escaped before Ed could snatch it back. God, but he’d been so pissy this morning, arguing with his editor over the latest addition to chapter seven. The man could pull even his rambling nonsense into the tightest prose, but he was so repressed he wouldn’t know a good sex scene if it sauntered up and bit him on the ass. Izzy was a fucking handful at the best of times and tended to leave Ed with a migraine and an impulsive desire to leave the business for good. Meanwhile, a single insult from Stede could brighten his day, no matter how fucking bonkers that was. This final stretch was always Ed’s favorite part of the process, probably because Stede was involved.

“Alright, alright, point taken. But a lighthouse, Stede? Really?” Ed shifted the mockup a bit, trying to see it through a reader’s eyes. The protagonists of his long-running series—the fearsome Blackbeard and his refined co-captain, the Gentleman Pirate—were wrapped around one another in a passionate embrace, almost, but not quite, reaching their kiss. Behind them the lighthouse illuminated the moment, waves breaking, sea-foam spraying, a rather curious seagull eyeing them from afar... like all of Stede’s pieces it was stupidly detailed. Sometimes Ed would look at books he’d published years ago and suddenly spot a feature he’d never noticed before. Like some hidden pattern in the lace of a sleeve, or an obscure, queer reference in the colors of a sunset. The man definitely knew what he was doing, and yet... “There’s not even a lighthouse in the book, mate.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time I took a little artistic liberty.”

“Sure, but...” Ed blew out a breath. He was having trouble articulating what the problem was.

“Author at a loss for words?” Stede quipped and Ed could hear that fucking smirk all the way across the island.

“Haha. It’s just... hmm. This one is a little edgier, right? More danger than the previous books. I just figured the cover should reflect that. They reach this point, sure,” Ed flicked Blackbeard’s smitten, agonized expression, “but not until the very end. They’ve gotta work for it.” Again Ed considered the mockup, frowning. “Suppose the lighthouse is good for that in some ways. Can’t get too close to them you know, risk hitting the rocks, but it still needs something else.”

Silence on the other end. Stede was considering.

“Very well,” he said slowly. “What did you have in mind?”

Ed cleared his throat. “Well, I was... kinda thinking a kraken?”

“A kraken?”

“Uh huh.”

“Ed, there’s no kraken in your story either!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He waved aside his own hypocrisy. “But it’s symbolic, Stede. Of Blackbeard’s inner turmoil, his former nature, and... some other, fancy-pants shit, I’m sure.”

Stede snorted.

“Plus it would look rad as hell.”

There was a groan and the distinct sound of a teapot being set on the counter. Oh, Ed was really pushing his luck today. He grinned as more sounds of tea-making filtered through until finally, with what was presumably a calming blend in hand, Stede said, “I suppose I could have the kraken attacking the lighthouse?” Then, much more softly, “It would certainly be phallic enough.”

Ed grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great! And, uh...” He hesitated, wiping his sweaty palm on the edge of his jeans. “We should work out the details later. Over dinner.”

“O-oh! Really?” Ed caught the fumbling of the teacup and prayed that was a good kind of panic. “We’ve never—this is—like a business meeting, or—?”

“Like a date.”

He had the phone held out now like it was some deadly snake poised to bite him. Head bent, all his fingers and toes crossed, Ed waited in agony to hear—

“Yes. That is, I’d love to. Go on a date, I mean.”

Fuck but he could hear the blush in Stede’s voice. Ed surged to his feet, giving the air a silent, enthusiastic punch.

“Great! Fucking A, man. I’ll email you, yeah? Date, time, and uh, restaurant.” He’d need to research that one carefully, make sure he took Stede somewhere nice. Somehow, Ed didn’t think his local bar & grill was going to cut it. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Stede agreed, voice soft. “I’ll talk to you later, Ed. I’m... looking forward to it.”

“Me too. Later, gator.”

Ed winced at his stupid mouth, but he caught the beginning of Stede’s laugh before he hung up, so he hadn’t totally ruined things yet. Doing a happy little dance he threw himself back into his seat and picked up the mockup again. Ed decided than and there that he’d frame it. No matter what the final version looked like—or even if this whole, terrifying attempt fell apart—this illustration was worth saving.

After all, it was partly Stede’s work that gave him the courage to ask. Ed couldn’t help but notice that, over the years, his version of Blackbeard had begun to look more and more like Ed, whereas the Gentleman Pirate looked suspiciously like Stede...

Grinning, Ed wondered if Stede had noticed that his writing had started including some rather telling details too.

With a laugh and a healthy dose of hope for the future, Ed started outlining the final installment in the series, the one where Blackbeard, the Gentleman Pirate, and the rest of their motley crew finally got their happy ending.

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #BlackBonnet #OFMD Party #OFMDfic

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reindeer-dad · 1 year

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❤️: A drabble involving love, but with Noelle and/or Dess? Challenge: No angst! Not even a teeny bit!

Send me a character name & a heart and I’ll write a drabble between my muse and that character centered around the heart’s theme. (Yes, I am still accepting these!)

Clop-clop clop-clop...

Young hooves tapped on the wooden floor of the apartment living room littered with moving boxes. “Got my stuff, Daddy!” December announced, toys piled in her arms up to her little red snout. It was so much, she couldn’t see the floor in front of her...!

“Whoa!” Rudy pulled away from wrapping dishes in bubble wrap after hearing an uncomfortable thump from Dess’s direction. The poor little girl was face-down! The plastic dinosaurs, mini bear plushies, and long-haired ponies once in her hands were scattered everywhere.

It was just a little trip-and-fall, she was okay. Her toys were fine, too. No tears. Dess is a tough girl, after all!

“Careful now, sport,” Rudy helped her up. “No need to haul all your toys into here. Go grab a box and load it up in the room.”

The little doe sprung up as if the fall was nothing but a small inconvenience. “Okay!” The clopping of her hooves staggered as she peered at the tops of the boxes. So many were labeled “MOM.” A couple had “DAD” in giant letters. Naturally, her parents had far more stuff than their daughter had, and spent the evening before packing up the office room.

“Where are all the ‘DESS’ boxes...?”

“You gotta write that yourself. There are some boxes without any names---”

“OOH! CAN I USE THIS ONE?” she chirped as she found just that.

Rudy looked at where Dess was pointing. Sure, there were no names on it. It did, however, have a large heart on top drawn with thick red lines.

“You're right. BUT, that’s a special box.”

“Why’s it special?”

“You put your most priceless items in it. That way, when Asgore helps us carry it into our new home, he’ll be extra-careful, so nothing inside gets damaged.”

“What’s ‘priceless’ mean?”

“Something very, very important. You can’t replace it for a million bucks!" Rudy replied. "Like... that silver watch Mom got from Great-Grandpapa Jolly.”

“Oh...” Dess nodded understandingly. She remembered Mom showing her, and how delicately she placed it in its jewelry box. How she sternly told her daughter to never, ever play with it.

“So, put whatever's precious in there, ‘kay? Your toys can take a beating, they don’t need to be in there!” He chuckled.

Right next to the heart-box was an unlabeled, empty box. “Well, lookie here!” Rudy beamed. “A box, just waitin’ for you to write your name on it!” He placed it in front of Dess.

The doe jumped to the task and brought it into the room. She filled her share of boxes, proudly doing it on her own. She even wrote her name, all by herself... no help needed!

Moving day went off without a hitch! Unpacking took some time, but it was almost done. All but one box remained untouched until the end.

Rudy, Carol, and December decided to sit in their new spacious living room to sort through the special box with the large heart drawn on top of it. They carefully cut open the box. On top of the baby blanket, the photo albums, and the jewelry cases... was a simple white paper.

Curiously, Carol pulled it out of the box. On the opposite side was a colorfully childish drawing of Mommy, Daddy, and Dess. Smiles lifted the Holiday parents’ cheeks as they pulled their daughter close.

“Oh... that’s beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Now THAT’S what I call 'priceless'!”

#holiday snapshots [ drabbles ]#bobosmith01 #nothing we cant handle [ holiday family ]#eldest adventurous doe [ december ]#dont blame me for any residual angst you feeel while reading this #that was not my doing! xddddddd #OF COURSE i got carried away. of course

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oneandahalfwolf · 3 years

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a very happy birthday to the mun behind @bloodsorceress. i hope you enjoy this little drabble and have a fab day.

“So, what do you guys think the new student is going to be like?”

Iley raised her head briefly to look at Mika’s grinning face before going back to her stretches with a slightly exasperated, though begrudgingly fond, shake of her head. She loved her friends, she really did, but sometimes they were so typically vapid it made her miss the snooty students at her old French High School. She never thought the ‘California Valley Girl’ stereotype she had seen in so many American movies could be true. Even if only one of the trio of girls was actually from that area.

“I heard he’s some street dancer kid from England or something,” Evie, the one Californian in the group, responded. Mika’s grin only grew, swinging one leg over the other from where she sat perched on an amp, leaning back as if posing for a swimsuit photo shoot.

“Well...” the blonde drawled in her, surprisingly natural, posh Oxford English accent, “maybe that will give us something in common.”

“Pump the brakes blondie,” Paige, the group’s native New Yorker, interjected. “You’ve not even met this guy yet. You have no idea if he’s even going to be into you.”

“Who could resist me?”

“You want the whole list?” Iley said with a raised brow, her French lilt peeking through her generic American accent. Mika immediately pouted while the other two girls quickly broke into giggles. Eventually the blonde rolled her eyes and leaned forward, blue eyes fixed on the short brunette.

“Well what do you think then ‘Ley?” Iley gave a half shrug, shifting her body to help Paige with a partnered stretch.

“I don’t have any thoughts. I’m waiting until whoever they are arrives and we actually meet them before making any assumptions.” Evie scoffed.

“God you are no fun shortstack.”

“Well,” Paige said, grunting slightly as the stretch pulled at her muscles, “whoever it is, I heard he was fast tracked all the way into second year. Didn’t even have to audition or anything. Got plucked straight out of whatever school or street corner the Headteacher saw him at.”

“As long as we don’t get a fucking Step Up situation,” Evie sneered, picking at some fluff on her leggings. “I am so not up for that whole fusion bullshit.”

“Open your mind Evie,” Iley said, finally getting up from the wooden floor. “Maybe you’ll actually learn something.”

The other brunette scowled and opened her mouth to argue, but was cut off by their teacher entering the room, clapping her hands to get their attention.

“Alright class, alright class, please get in formation.” The woman waited until her students had lined up before carrying on. “As you’re all probably aware, we shall be having a new student joining us today. They will be arriving shortly after the Headteacher finishes their induction. In the meantime I don’t want us lazing about waiting for them, so everybody get into pairs and begin basic warm ups.”

Iley immediately partnered up with Paige, not in the mood for anymore of Evie and Mika’s gossiping, and followed the rest of the classes lead in starting their exercises. Fifteen minutes later they were on a water break when the door to the studio opened, their teacher greeting the Head immediately. The brunette had her back to the door, busy taking a long drink from her water bottle, but heard every word that was spoken.

“Good morning class.” There were a few echoes of ‘Good Morning Mx Kader’ before the Head continued. “This is Benkai’l Brandr and they will be the new student joining your class today.”

Iley’s head snapped up, not taking in any of the rest of Mx Kader’s welcome speech. That name. It couldn’t be. Her eyes went to the full length war mirror and focused on the new figure standing beside the headteacher. She gasped, her bottle of water slipping from her grasp and falling to the ground almost in slow motion.

They were older. Taller. So much taller. But the eyes were the same. Grey like a stormy afternoon. Skin was still as pale as snow and smattered with freckles. Freckles she used to play connect the dots with when they were four.

Her water bottle hit the wood floor with a loud clatter making everyone look her way, but she didn’t care. She simply turned sharply and openly stared, mouth agape as she tried to form words.

“Noc?”

The new student, who had been staring at the fallen water bottle, looked up at the name. Eyes widened, brows raising towards black hair.

“‘Mira?” came the mumbled reply.

A sob escaped her throat as she brought a hand up to cover her mouth. The room was silent, everyone confused at the turn of events - with some even starting whisper.

It was broken as Iley sprinted forward towards the other teen, crossing the floor as fast as she could. The new student dropped the duffel bag from their shoulder and easily caught the brunette as she leapt at them. Her arms wrapped around their neck as her legs went around their waist, the two seemingly not strangers fitting together almost like a puzzle piece. Like they had been made to be two halves of one whole. The whole class could only stare as they pair spun around, the movement so fluid it looked like a step from a contemporary dance number.

Iley started to sob into the much taller teen’s neck. They smelt exactly the same. Like fresh paper, burnt wood, and lilacs. One of her hands reached up and cradled the back of their head, fingers fisting the red beanie that was between her palm and their hair, pulling it off slightly. Not that her old childhood friend cared. They were just over the moon that she was here, in the flesh. Tears silently streamed down their own cheeks, feeling completely overwhelmed. But why wouldn’t they - their wildest dream was coming true right now after all.

Eventually Iley finally, though reluctantly, eased herself down off of the taller teen. However one hand remained clutching at their hoodie, fist pressed against their lower back. She swiped at her tears with her free hand, unable to take her eyes off their face. When someone finally broke the silence she had to look away.

“Um… Iley?”

Brown eyes landed on Paige and took in that the whole class was staring at the pair. The brunette cleared her throat, free hand going up to fix her dishevelled hair.

“Sorry. Sorry. This is… We were...” It was difficult to get the words out without crying all over again. “This is my best friend. We used to dance together as kids until I had to move away. We haven’t seen each other in ten years.”

A chorus of understanding and awed noises came from the surrounding class. The Headteacher cleared their throat, a strange smile on their face - almost like they had known and a plan had come to fruition, the twinkle in their eyes adding even more mischief to the expression.

“Well that is a wonderful happenstance. I suppose I shall leave you now however. I hope you can catch up soon, but remember; class first students.”

They nodded to the other teacher before taking their leave. The dance teacher gave the Head a wave before turning to the still pair still locked in what could be seen as an awkward embrace, but the two teens simply looked at ease more than anything.

“So um… Benkai’l wasn’t it? Why don’t you introduce yourself properly?”

“Uh...” The taller teen pulled the beanie Iley had loosened from its perch on their head before they rubbed nervously at the area. “Yeah, I’m Ben. I have danced lots of different genres over the years. Jazz. Tap. Contemporary. Ballroom. Currently though I’m mostly Street and Commercial. I’m majoring in dance here on a scholarship, whilst minoring in backstage and technical theatre. I’m originally from Scotland before we moved to Poland, and now I’ve come here for school.”

Iley grinned. She knew the Polish lilt they had under their Scottish broag had seemed stronger. Much like how her own French one had become more distinct since she moved to that country, theirs had done the same. And now she knew where the hell they’d ended up. Though she was sure there was more to the story. Something she couldn’t wait to find out.

“Well it's lovely to have you in our class Ben. I’m sure Iley can keep you right on how we work.” Iley gave a fervent nod, unable to stop herself from grinning. The teacher smiled before giving a clap and turning to the rest of the class. “Okay then, now we have all been introduced, let’s get back to work. I want you all to be on your best behaviour and perform your heart out for our new family member.”

Iley immediately dragged Ben over to the class side, ignoring the stares from her friends and other classmates, still unable to believe her eyes or let go of them in some capacity until she absolutely had to. Her childhood friend couldn’t help but laugh quietly even as they struggled to remove their hoodie. It was too cute. Besides they were more than happy to keep the girl close. Iley’s three girl friends could only continue to gawk. They had never seen the other girl like this. So.. happy.

Class had to continue but all parties couldn’t wait until lunch to hopefully get some answers to their burning questions.

***

“What happened?”

Ben rubbed their hands free of salt and grease, swallowing the last of their mouthful of fries before clearing their throat and leaning forward, resting their forearms on the edge of the table.

“There was a fire. Three years after you left. Arson. Everyone’s fine though. Mostly property damage and a few minor injuries. But we had to go into Witness Protection. Change names and move away. Everything happened so fast we either lost your address or it was burned in the fire. I was… I was so heartbroken. I think I cried every night for a month. Mama tried to comfort me, and Tata tried to find you online, but we came up blank.”

“Three years after I moved?” Iley asked, moving back from where she had been leaning her chin on the lid of her drink. Ben nodded, frowning slightly. The brunette laughed, shaking her head. “I can’t believe this. Three years after I moved to England there was some bullshit with my grandparents. We had to go back to France to sort it all out. I wrote to you with the change of address, but obviously it never got to you. You wouldn’t have been able to find us cause we’d left the country.”

“Holy shit.” Ben shook their own head, chuckling in disbelief. “I can’t believe we were so unlucky.” Iley reached over and took one of Ben’s pale hands in her own, running a thumb over their knuckles.

“Hey,” she said softly, waiting until the taller teen met her gaze. “We might have been unlucky then, but we are fucking lucky as hell right now.” Ben chuckled, squeezing Iley’s hand.

“That’s an understatement Princess.” Iley grinned before letting go and grabbing a few of her fries from the table.

"So how are your parents?"

"Good," Ben replied, reaching for their burger. "They all adjusted quickly to the change. I mean Matka and Tata grew up there so they helped when we were confused, plus we'd already been learning Polish since I was wee. Mama and Matka opened a cake shop. Matka does most of the business side while Mama bakes. Papa got a job as a mechanic, while Tata went to work as a tour guide. He loves it cause he gets to wax lyrical about all his favourite places." They swallowed their mouthful and shook their head again. "They aren't going to believe I found you. I can't wait to tell them."

"Same with mine," Iley responded. "When I wasn't getting any letters back from you I got so worried, even more so when some started coming back. To be honest at one point I thought you hated me cause I moved further away, but Maman reminded me that that was likely impossible. Said 'Noc would be more likely to forget a step in your best routine than hate you.'"

"She's right." Ben leant forward, elbows resting on their table and fingers interlaced as they looked at her with a critical gaze, though there was a light twinkle in their eye. "Okay so, we know why I changed my name, but why did you change yours."

"Oh, right. Sorry," Iley replied with a wince, realising she had slipped up. Ben waved it off, that lopsided smile she had missed so much still on their face. "Well for me… Short version is, the crap with my grandparents put a sour taste in my mouth and I didn't want anything to do with them, name included. I brought it up with Maman and she agreed to let me change it, as did Papa and Dad. She was sad but she understood. They've all been really good with using this new one."

“I still can’t believe you picked that name.”

“You’re one to talk,” Iley said with a laugh, leaning over and gently punching them in the shoulder. “I guess… It just fit. It was our favourite book as kids. I mean we used to play pretend all the time, acting like we were the fabled Wolf Prince and Water Princess. Hell we based our best routine on that story.” She gave a shy shrug. “I dunno, I guess I thought if I picked that one then I’d be a bit closer to you in some way.”

“To be honest,” Ben said quietly, “those were my thoughts exactly when I picked mine.”

Iley reached across the table and wrapped her left pinky around Ben’s right. The taller teen smiled and completed the link. Brown and grey eyes just stared at each other for a long while, looking much like a happy romantic couple - even though that was far from the truth. The sound of the door to the fast food joint opening broke the moment.

“I told you she’d be here!”

Iley looked up to see her three girl friends followed by the two boys of their small group - Nate and Jackson. She groaned and collapsed back into her seat. Ben’s brows furrowed and they started to turn in order to look round, but were interrupted by Nate hopping over the back of the booth to sit next to them. Their nose wrinkled as he stole some of their fries. Paige slid in next to Iley while Mika took a seat at the end of the table.

“So this is the new kid?” Jackson asked as he and Evie moved into an adjacent booth. “I hear you and Shorty here are an item? Or were at least very cosy in class.”

“Shut the fuck up Jax,” Iley yelled, trying to drown him out and earning a few glares from some of the other customers. Jackson simply smiled and ignored her, attention still on Benkai’l.

“Well? Are you hitting our little dancer?”

“EW!”

“NO!”

The two answers came simultaneously with almost identical looks of disgust. The other teens couldn’t help but laugh.

“She’s my best friend and my sister,” Ben said, squirming a little at the awful thought still in their head. “I love her, but not like that.”

“So that means you’re available then?” Mika said with a salacious smile. Ben shuddered slightly.

“Sorry but I’m not interested.” The blonde flipped her hair and shifted in an attempt to show her cleavage to the other teen, smirking whilst she lowered her voice.

“Are you sure?” She batted her eyes. “If you give me a chance, I’m sure I can make you interested.” Iley couldn’t help but snort a laugh at the look on Ben’s face.

“First off I’m asexual so I’m not just not interested in you, its everyone. And second, no offence, even if I was interested...” They paused, face scrunching up as they tried to think of a nice way to put the next part of their sentence but came up blank. “Sorry but you look like one of my mothers.”

Mika’s jaw dropped as a roar of laughter went around the table. The blonde’s face turned a deep shade of red as she sank back down in her seat. Nate was the first to find a new question.

“Wait, mothers as in plural.”

“Yes,” Ben said slowly, brows furrowed.

“Nice.” Paige reached across the booth and smacked him across the side of the head.

“It's not like that. They’re with my Dads too.”

“Oooh, four parents. They have you beat Iley.”

Another round of laughter filled the table, one Ben managed to join in on. Iley was happy to see her newest friends accepting her oldest one. Though to be fair if they hadn’t, she would have dropped them easily for Ben.

“Can’t believe you guys came here.”

“You were the one who skipped out our usual lunch when there was new gossip to be had.” Iley rolled her eyes at Evie

“I dunno, maybe because I wanted to privately catch up with my childhood best friend who I haven’t seen in ten years or spoke to in seven.”

The bickering around the table continued until they had to return to class, and continued still on the walk there. It was too early for Ben to get fully involved but they felt like they had at least been accepted into the group. They were happy to just watch them all interact. Most of all they were happy to watch Iley being so animated and joyful. They were glad she had found that without them. But now they were more than ready to make up for lost time. Starting with some dancing.

#scruffy werewolf (self)#tiny mage (ileyra)#one two step (dancer au)#scattered papers everywhere (drabble)#myths and legend (headcanon)#sit and tinker (self made)

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