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kpopfromtheblock · 6 years ago

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a/n ⇾ i know it’s not what you all were expecting but i hope you enjoy regardless. sorry for being away so long. i think i’m back now lol... thank you all so much for reading and for all your love and support! ✨

THERE WILL NOT BE A PART 2 TO THIS, PLS DO NOT ASK.

LIFE WITH BANGTAN | knj + myg + jhs

008

genre ⇾ smut, fluff + comedy

pairing ⇾ bts x fem reader, yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, hoseok x reader

summary ⇾ you don’t usually get invited to the studio when your boyfriends are working so you know something is definitely up when Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok ask you to stop by bc they need your help...

warning ⇾ it’s s m u t so; polygamous relationship, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, overstimulation, threesome, voyeurism, fingering, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation + usual warnings: cringy-ness and swearing

words ⇾ 6k

I DID MY BEST TO PROOF READ THIS, SORRY IF THERE ARE STILL SOME GRAMMAR MISTAKES!

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You ring the doorbell to Yoongi’s Genius Lab and wait patiently.

After hearing a few electronic beeping sounds, the door is being pulled open. You are happy to see a pair of bright eyes and a heart shaped mouth, forming a smile at you.

“Hi Hobi,” You greet him and stand on your toes to reach his lips for a peck. “Hi Angel, thanks for coming!” He says after kissing you back and stepping aside so you can step in.

Once you enter the room, your eyes land on Namjoon, whose arms are already stretched out, waiting to receive a hug from you. You giggle at how cute he is. “Hi Joonie,” You say as you step into his arms. He waste no time wrapping his arms around your waist and you wrap yours around his head, softly holding him to your chest as you stroke your fingers through the strands of hair at the back of his head.

Namjoon closes his eyes and enjoys the soothing feeling of your fingers in his hair.

It’s only been a few days since you’ve seen him but he always misses you dearly when you’re apart.

Still wrapped in Joon’s arms, your eyes meet the side of on Yoongi’s face.

His bottom lip is pulled in between his teeth as he focuses on the computer screen in front of him. He hasn’t turned to see you since you entered the studio which isn’t unusual.

Most people would take offense to him not greeting them when they arrive but you know Yoongi well enough by now to know that that’s just the way he is.

Usually when he’s focused on his music, he has little to no time to pay attention to anything else.

“Hi Yoongs,” You finally say, just wanting to let him know you’re there. “Hi Kitten.” He responds, not taking his eyes away from the screen.

“He’s been like that since we got here earlier.” Namjoon mumbles to you and you nodded understandably. You unwrapped yourself from Joon and walk over to where Hoseok is sitting on the couch. You find your place on the plush seat next to him. He drapes his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and you snuggle up into his side.

“So what goes on?… Why did you guys tell me to come here?” You asks, mindlessly playing with Hoseok’s hand. You use the tip of your finger to trace the skin over each bulging vein.

You never thought yourself to be a person who is attracted to someone’s hands but as mentioned before, a lot has changed since you met the boys...

“We just wanted to see you.” Namjoon speaks up and you have to raise an eyebrow at him in suspicion.

‘I just saw you a few days ago.’ You think to yourself. 

“Ok, not that I don’t want to see you guys too but y’all never really invite to the studio.” You say crossing your arms over your chest. “So excuse me if I don’t believe that you told me to come over just because you missed me...” You add in disbelief.

“I always invite you over.” Hoseok protest you, moving his hand down to wrap securely around your waist.

“Yes, I know Hobi but these two,” You say pointing between Namjoon and Yoongi. “Never want me around.” You say jokingly with a pout forming on your lips. “Lies, you tell.” Namjoon argues and you giggle.

“There’s a reason why I don’t invite you here when I’m working and you know that...” Yoongi says, finally turning around in his chair to face you.

You take a few seconds to take in his appearance. He’s dressed in all black... One of your biggest weaknesses.

A beanie on his head, a hoodie, some sweatpants and a pair of Balenciaga sneakers on his feet to finish off the look.

Although he looks good enough to eat, you can tell by the look in his eyes that he is exhausted. You almost want to scold him because you know he’s been staring at the computer screen all day, probably hasn’t even eaten or taken a break, but you refrain from doing so as you know it would be pointless…

He’s going to do what he wants, especially when it comes to his music, even if it means working himself tirelessly...

“Why do I always tell you that you can’t come here while I’m working?” Yoongi asks again, getting you out of your thoughts. He looks at you expectingly.

“Because, I’ll be a DiStRaCtIoN.” You say in a mocking tone while holding your fingers up to put air quotes around the word. Yoongi can’t help be chuckle at your antics. “Bingo.” He confirms before swiveling back around in his chair.

“Well I for one,” Hoseok starts, gathering the attention of you and Namjoon. “Love when you come visit me Angel.” He says, theres a hint of mischief in his voice and you know exactly why.

“Yeah because her visits to your studio always ends with her mouth around your cock.” Namjoon apparently knows why too…

You bit back a smile and hold your hands up to your cheek as they start to warm up from embarrassment. “I won’t deny that that is true but it’s not the only reason why I like when she comes around…” Hobi informs him. “I mean that’s a big factor but not the only reason.” He says, and you blush furiously before hiding your face in his chest.

“Cute.” Namjoon coos, beaming over at you.

He thinks you’re the most adorable when you’re flustered, as do the other boys.

You know you should be used to these types of conversations with your boyfriend by now and you know they’re even more detailed when you’re not around but for some reason they still make you blush like a little school girl… You can’t help it.

“Any who,” You say as remove your face from Hoseok’s chest. “Why am I here?” You ask, getting back on topic.

“We need your help with something.” Yoongi informs you, eyes still glued to his computer. “Something like?” You ask curiously.

“A song." Namjoon tells you.

“You need my help? With a song?” If you were confused before, you are even more so now.

Why would the guys ask for your help with a song… It’s not like you’re music expert or anything. Yes, you understand the basics... You know what it is and you enjoy it but anything beyond that? Nope.

“Yeah we want you to listen to something we’ve been working on.” Hoseok explains. “We got the beat down but we feel like it could be better.” He continues.

“It’s missing something.” Namjoon voices.

You nod your head, letting them know you understand what they’re asking of you. They just want me to listen and give your input. That doesn’t sound too hard…

You suddenly perk up in your seat when you realize this is probably a song that no one else has heard yet. You’ll be the first to listen to it… You feel a sense of pride swelling in your chest knowing they respect your opinion enough to let you listen to one of their unreleased songs.

“Okay, I don’t know how much help I’ll be but I’ll take a listen.”

“Nice!” Hobi says enthusiastically.

Soon after the word leaves his mouth, Yoongi hits a button on his keypad and a beat starts to pour through the speakers in the studio.

Yoongi swirls back around in the chair to face the rest of you.

The beat starts off slow. It is definitely giving R&B vibes. It’s very… sensual and different from the usual style of music they do.

You bob your head as the tempo picks up just a bit.

You don’t noticed that they boys are watching you intently… You are too immersed in what you’re hearing to pay attention to anything else.

You continue bobbing your head to the rhythm. So far so good. You really like it and just from what you hear, you already know whatever lyrics the boys decide add later, will make the song ten times better.

But you do agree, there is definitely something missing. You’re not sure what but, there could be more, like Namjoon mentioned.

“What do you think?” Yoongi asks after the beat fades out. “I love it.” You say immediately. “I love all your other music but this is different…” You explain. “It smooth... It flows nicely... It’s more sexy?” You try not to cringe at the use of the word sexy but you couldn’t think of a better word to express what you mean.

“Thats what we were going for.” Hoseok says proudly beside you. You beam up at him, happy because he is happy.

“Although it’s already good, I do understand what you mean about it missing something…”

“Right? There could be more.” Namjoon suggest and you nod.

“Which is why we thought about you.” Hoseok confesses and you turn your head to look at him.

“Me? Why would you think about me?” You ask in confusion.

 “We thought your voice would be a nice contribution...” Yoongi says.

“Ha!” You laugh out loud, throwing your head back. Namjoon chuckles with you and Hobi smiles. “You’re joking right?” You ask with amusement in your voice.

“Nope, not at all.” Yoongi say without a hint of humor in his.

You look at the three of them, your mouth falls open slightly, in both shock and disbelief.

“The three of you are aware of the fact that I cannot sing right? Like can’t hold a note to save my life... I’m worse than Joon in the shower.” Yoongi’s eyes scrunch closed and his shoulders visibly start to shake as he laughs at your statement. Namjoon on the other hand did not find it funny. “Hey! I can sing.” He says, glaring at you. “I know you can baby but in the shower? Not so much.” You retort. You feel a slight pinch on your thigh which causes you to yelp softly. You look over at Hoseok, knowing he’s the one who inflicted the pain on you. “Don’t be mean.” He warns you, with an amused smile on his face. “I’m not!” You defend yourself. “Joon knows I’m only kidding, right baby?” You say before getting up from the couch to walk over to Namjoon. You plant yourself in his lap and he instantly wraps his arms around you.

If he was mad at you before, there’s no sign of him being mad now.

“Anyways,” Yoongi speaks up. “We weren’t asking you to sing.” He informs you.

“You weren’t?” You say a puzzled look on your face.

“Mm, mm.” Yoongi hums and shakes his head.

“Then what?” You ask.

“We were hopping to use you voice for something else...” Hoseok mentions. You look at him, curiosity taking over you features.

“Okay...” You trail off, wanting him to give you a proper explanation.

“Something different...” Namjoon chimes in, his voice has suddenly dropped an octave and if you weren’t so perplexed about what the boys needed your voice for, you probably would’ve felt the tingle you always feel in your abdomen, every time he uses that voice on you.

“Why does it feel like you guys are beating around the bush...”

Yoongi sighs. “Cause they are...” He says. He spins his chair around to face you for third time tonight. “We want you to moan for the song.” Yoongi blurts out and had you been drinking anything, you would’ve spat it out in shock, right in front of him.

“W-what?” You stuttered out.

You’re not sure if you heard Yoongi correctly, he does have a tendency to mumble when he speaks sometimes...

Maybe he didn’t actually say what you thought he did.

“We’d like to record you moaning for the song.” Yoongi says.

“Ok, so you did say what I thought you said.” You mumble to yourself. You sit up in your seat, placing your hands neatly in your lap. “Lemme get this straight,” You start, looking around the room to see each of their facial expression as you talk. “You all called me over here because you want to record the sound of me moaning… For your song?” You question. Even saying it out loud, it sounds fucking ridiculous. This has to be a joke.

“Correct.” Yoongi confirms nonchalantly while nodding his head.

You clear your throat… “I’m flattered really, I am but I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Your voice is filled with worry. “Why not?” Without turning to face him, you can almost hear the pout that you know is on Hobi’s face and you hate to reject them but you can’t help but think of the fans.

You're sure ARMY would get suspicious if the boys released a song with some random girl moaning in the background. Releasing a song like that would be basically be like ratting yourself out because, knowing the fans - they’d just dig and dig until they find what they’re looking for. You’ve done an exceptional job a keeping things under wraps so far... No need to break the streak now.

"What about the fans?" You finally voice your concern. "Hm?” He hums cutely. “Why do you ask Baby girl?" Namjoon asks, tilting his head to the side like a puppy would if they were curious. "Well, I'm sure ARMY would have a lot to say after hearing a girl moaning in the background of one of your songs." You stated causing Yoongi to chuckle.

"We've already thought about that and have come up with a solution."

"Enlighten me..."

"First of all, your voice would be subtle in the background.” Yoongi begins explaining.“We'd be rapping over it, so it wouldn't be picked up right away.” He continues.

“We'll blend it into the beat so it sounds more like an instrument rather than anything else.” Namjoon chimes in.

“And if they do catch it-...” You cut him off, “Which they will… You forgot that your fandom is exceptionally sharp and quick witted.” You state the obvious. “If they do catch it…” Hoseok picks up from where Yoongi has left off. “We’ll just tell them that we’ve taken Jungkook’s voice and pitched it up. They’ll have a field day with that.” He seems enthusiastic about the situation.

“So why don’t you just do that instead… Use Kookie’s voice” You suggest, wondering why they’d wanted to take a risk by using yours. “We don’t want too use Kookie’s voice… We want to use yours.” Yoongi says bluntly.

“Isn’t it too risky?” The weariness in your tone makes Namjoon raise an eyebrow at you.  “You really don’t want to do this huh?” He asks, a hint of sorrow in his voice.

You know it must sound like you are coming up with every excuse in the book to not have your moan recorded but you just want to make sure the boys have thoroughly thought this through and will have no regrets later on.

“No, it’s not that I don’t want to… I’m definitely intrigued but I just don’t want this to cause any problems. I don’t want ARMY to be upset or anything…” You say solemnly.

“You’re so considerate, its cute but you don’t have to worry. We know what you’re doing.” Namjoon assures you.

“It’ll be fun Angel… The song will be even more special this way and only the three of us and the kids will know about this.”

“The other boys are on board with this?”

“Jungkook was the one who said to tell ARMY it’s his voice.” Yoongi notifies you.

“Hmm….” You hum to yourself. Thinking for a few seconds about whether or not this would actually be a good idea.

“So what do you say?” Namjoon is impatiently waiting for a response.

A few beats of silence pass before you finally give in. “Okay.” You say shrugging your shoulders. You trust your boys and if they say it’s going to be fine then it’s going to be fine.

“That’s our girl. Come on, let’s go.” Namjoon says standing up.

Fuck, you didn’t think they’d want to start immediately. “Right now?” You ask, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

“Of course, why waste time.” Yoongi says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Hoseok stands too and holds his hand out for you. You put your hand in his and he leads you to the recording booth… Namjoon follows closely behind.

Yoongi stays seated, messing around with all the little buttons and knobs on the sound equipment. "Aren't you coming my love?" You ask, directing your attention to him. He shakes his head. "I have to stay here, make sure everything is running smoothly but don't fret Kitten, I'll be watching you." He assures you.

A pout falls on your lips. You want him to be in there with you too...

As you step into the booth, you are greeted by an array of plush blankets and pillows covering the center of the floor.

It seems like the boys had been anticipating you agreeing to do this for them, already making arrangements to keep you as comfortable as possible during the recording process. “How did you guys know I’d say yes?” You ask, turning around to face Joon and Yoongi. “Cause’ we know you and you’d do anything for us.” Yoongi’s voice fills the room you’re in, even though he’s on the opposite side of the glass.

You’re not sure how recording booths work but you suppose he can hear everything that is and will soon take place in the room.

You just nodded in agreement at his statement. He’s one hundred percent correct about that... You’d do anything for them.

Hoseok gets down on the floor, sitting comfortably on the plush blankets. He spreads his legs open for you. “Come sit Angel,” He instructs you and you spring into action, getting down on the floor to sit in between Hoseok’s legs with your back pressed against his chest.

You lightly lean back against him, not wanting to put too much of your weight on him in fear that you might hurt his back because of the position he is in.

“Comfortable?” He asks against your ear and you nod your head, rubbing your hands over the softness of the blanket you’re sitting on.

“Nervous?” Namjoon inquires next, squatting down so that he can meet your gaze. Your eyes suddenly drift down to the thickness of his thighs...

To be honest, you noticed them as soon as you came into the studio… The way they look in the black shorts he’s wearing, how thick they’ve gotten and the way the muscles in them beginning to bulge a bit whenever he flexes them, even more so now with new position he’s taken on.

Oh how you’d love to have his thighs in between your own right now. The thought of you rubbing your core on his muscular thigh sends a delicious shiver down spine. You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth to stop the whimper that is at the back of your throat.

Namjoon notices this and a smirk forms on his lips. He knows one of your favorite things about him is his thighs and he knows it drives you insane when he wears shorts but he does it anyways to get a reaction out of you.

You finally snatch your eyes away from his lower half to look up at him. He’s smirking at you...

You’ve been caught staring... Again.

“Huh?” You ask, hoping he’d repeat whatever it was that he asked you. “I said are you nervous?” He asks again. “Oh... Uh, a little bit.” You say truthfully, looking down at your hands. Namjoon reaches out and grabs hold of your them to stop you from nervously fiddling with them. “Don’t be baby girl.” He tries to assure you. “Yeah, it’s just us... And don’t we always take care of you?” Hobi adds, kissing your bare shoulder. “I know you guys will... I’m not worried about that... Just the whole idea of being record is...” Your voice trails off. “Is what?” You hear Yoongi’s voice again. You look over to see him standing up with his hands on his hips, staring at you through the glass window. “What if I sound weird…” You say shyly which causes the men around you to laugh. “Not possible baby girl. You make sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard and I’d really like to hear them now if you don’t mind.” Namjoon tells you and you feel your face and body heat up with arousal at his words.

“Okay...” You say softly.

Suddenly the lights in the recording booth are being dimmed down to set the mood. You assume it’s Yoongi’s doing. “Just relax, okay?” Hoseok comforts you, by wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Whenever you guys are ready.” Yoongi encourages you all.

Hoseok is quick to pepper kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulder and neck. You tilt your head to the side to give him more access, always loving the feeling of his mouth on you. “Mmm.” He hums contently. “You always smell so good.” He compliments you and your face heats up for the hundredth time tonight. “Thank you?” You respond softly, not sure of what else to say.

Hobi chuckles at how adorable you are.

Your eyes start to flutter open and closed as the feeling of Hoseok’s lips on your neck cause a warmth to spread between your legs. You can feel your heat getting wetter by the minute... It’s becoming a bit uncomfortable and you’re itching to get out of the leggings you’re in.

Namjoon is now on his knees in front of you. He brings his hand forward to brush the back of it across the side of your face. “Our beautiful girl.” He whispers and you smile, leaning into his touch.

Your heart feels like it might explode from the affection and attention you’re receiving from your boys. In times like this, you can’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that you are actually in a relationship with seven amazing men who adore you and worship the ground you walk on....

You of all people?

‘How did I get so lucky?’ You think.

Namjoon leans forward until your faces are only a few inches apart. His breath is fanning over your lips. “I love you.” He mumbles sweetly. You respond by leaning forward, closing the rest of the distance between the two of you so that you can press your lips against his full ones. Namjoon can’t hold back the smirk forming on his lips as the two of you begin molding your mouths together, all the while Hoseok is still attacking your neck, leaving a beautiful array of lust induced bruises on your skin.

He unwraps his hands from around your waist to place them against your thighs. He grips them softly, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth.

Any little touch counts at this point.

When your lips part for a brief second, Joon takes the opportunity to pull your plump bottom lip between his teeth. He nibbles softly on it then sucks it into his mouth before letting it spring back into place.

You almost whine at the lost of Joon’s lips from yours. You want more, you always want more. You lift your hands up to grab hold of the strings on his hoodie, pulling him closer to you with as much force as you can. You smash your lips against his frantically, eager to taste more of him. He groans against your mouth and you waste no time slipping your tongue in.

The taste of his mouth is familar yet so sweet. It swallows you whole and makes your cunt tingle with anticipation. If you could spend the rest of your life making out with Kim Namjoon, you do it.

“She’s wearing too much clothes.” The impatient tone of Yoongi’s voice catches you off guard. You pull away from Joon to give your attention to Yoongi. His eyes are burning into you, so much so that you can feel an electric shock pulse through you just from his gaze.

You wish he were in the room with the rest of you.

“Is that so Angel? Should we take these off?” Hoseok says as he pulls on the hem of your shirt. “And these.” Namjoon hooks his fingers in the band of your leggings, teasingly pulling at them.

“Please.” You say in needy breath, not sure if you can take much more of how slow things are progressing.

You just want them to play with your pussy already.

“Always so polite.” Joon smirks at you and your clit throbs instantly at the sound of his voice.

You need these panties off, immediately.

“Arms up Angel.” Hoseok instructs you and you do as you’re told, sitting up straight and lifting your arms up for him.

Hobi hurriedly takes your shirt off, exposing the ugly heather grey sports bra you’re wearing. You suddenly feel self conscious, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Uh uh uh.” Yoongi tsk at you. “Don’t cover yourself up Kitten. I wanna see you.” He commands.

“If I had known…” You moan out as Hobi nibbles on your earlobe. “That coming here, would end with me being half naked…. I would’ve worn something prettier.” You try to make an excuse for yourself, thinking that they wouldn’t be happy with your appearance.

Hoseok laughs against your skin. “Oh Angel.” He says against your skin. “You’re pretty in everything…” He informs you.

“It also doesn’t matter what you’re wearing,” Namjoon says from in front of you. “It’s all coming off anyways.” He starts to tug your leggings and panties down in one go, causing you to lift your hips off the blanket.

When the material is completely off your body, he tosses it behind him. You hear it hit the floor with a soft thud.

Namjoon’s eyes fall on to your wet center. Your lips are glistening with your arousal and in Namjoon’s eyes, you are the most appetizing thing he’s ever seen.

“Fuck, she’s dripping.” Namjoon thinks out loud.

“God, I bet.” Hoseok growls, just the thought of how wet you are is making his pants feel a lot tighter.

“Fuck.” Yoongi groans at the sight of you.

“Let’s give Hyung a show, yea?” Hoseok mumbles in your ear for just the two of you to hear. “Yes,” The word is strained as it leaves your mouth.

“Spread her open for me Hobi.” Namjoon instructs the man behind you.

“My pleasure.” He starts. “I can’t wait to get my fingers wet…” He kisses the side of your head before sliding his hands in between your legs, his index finger slipping in between your folds. You throw your head back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. “You’re so soft and warm.” He compliments you. His finger glides easily against your harden nub. You lift your hips up off the floor, wanting to feel more friction against your clit. “So needy.” He says teasingly.

“I said spread her, not play with her.” Namjoon hisses, laying down on his stomach, positioning himself comfortably between your thighs. He kisses a trail up from your knee too the middle of your thigh.

“Sorry Joon, I couldn’t help it.” Hoseok confesses as he hooks his hands under your thighs, spreading you open wider.

Namjoon and Yoongi now have a full view of your glorious cunt. He watches in amazement as your hole clenches around nothing. His dick twitches in his pants at the sight.

You’re so pink and pretty and swollen for them and he can’t wait to taste you.

Namjoon goes back to peppering open mouth kisses on your inner high. He’s leaving a scorching trail with his lips on your skin, getting closer to your core... You think he’s finally going to give you what you want but he switches his attention over to the right thigh before he gets to your most needy part.

“No more teasing... Please.” You beg as he nibbles on your skin. “Someone’s impatient.” Hoseok mocks, followed by a devious smirk from Namjoon between your legs.

He grips your knees, using them the pull you a little closer to him. Your back slides further down the front Hoseok’s body. You can now feel his thick, hard cock pressed against the middle of your back. You want so desperately to take care of it for him, but the thought flies out of your mind the minute Namjoon licks stripe from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. “Oh fuck,” You moan out instantly, back arching against Hoseok.

He removes one hand from underneath your thigh, sliding up your side to caress your skin. He slips his hand under the band of your sports to grab the hold of your bare breast, gripping it softly before kneading the flesh as best as he can within the confinements of the material.

Namjoon on the other end is licking into to you repeatedly, the grit of his tongue gliding in between your folds is causing a string of soft moans to escape your lips.

It feels so good but of course it’s not enough for you. You put your hands on his head and grip at his hair. “More.” You breath out. “What was that Angel?” Hoseok asks, being the only one to have heard you... Or so you thought. “She wants more.” Yoongi informs his members. “More what?” Namjoon speaks against your wet center. The sounds of his voice vibrating against you, making your hips buck forward. “Please, suck my clit.” You beg him, not caring how weak and pathetic you sound at the moment.

“Ah,” Namjoon says in realization. “Patience Baby girl, I was getting there.” He assures you and you almost let out a groan because patience is something you don’t have enough of right now but Yoongi’s voice stops you from doing so...

“You guys aren’t doing your best tonight.” He teases the other boys. “If I were in there, Kitten would’ve been on her second orgasm by now.” Yoongi says smugly.

You don’t have to look over to him to know there’s a cocky grin on his face.

Namjoon growls at Yoongi’s words before diving mouth first into your pussy. He pays special attention to your clit, lapping his tongue around it. You throw your head back in pleasure, pulling at Namjoon’s hair.

‘Yes, this is what I’ve been waiting for.’

“Fu-uck yes! Right there Joonie,” You moan out loudly. “Right here?” He responds, mouth wrapped snuggly around your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, savoring the taste of you.

You begin panting, the more he sucks on you. You’re chest heaving and your mind spiraling at the pleasure building inside of you.

Yoongi’s words must’ve also lit fire underneath Hoseok with the way he is frantically pulling your bra up over your breast, freeing them from the god forsaken cage that was your sport bra.

Both his hands come down to cup your perky round breast in his palms. He began rolling your nipples between his index and thumb. You whimper out at the feeling.

There is so much going on that you’re sure you will not last long.

You hadn’t realized but you’ve been lifting your hips up off the floor to meet Joon’s mouth. “You’re so eager Kitten.” Yoongi confirms from where he’s sat.

At this point you were a moaning uncontrollably, whimpering weakly between the two men, panting their names back and forth.

Namjoon was making a mess of both you and his mouth. He pulled away from you, letting out a ragged breath in the process. His lips glazed are over with your arousal, breath fanning heavily over your swollen clit.

“God, you taste amazing. You always taste so amazing.” He compliments you. His words causing your pussy clench around nothing

He brings his hand up, taking two fingers to run up and down between your lips. The tip of his fingers brush against you sensitive bud. You breath out, the sound of your moan getting caught in your throat. “That’s it baby. Nice a loud for me.” Yoongi encourages you.

“You��re doing so well.” Hoseok praises. You want to respond to him but Namjoon sliding his fingers into your tight hole causes you to lose your train of thought. “Oh my god.” You whimper, your eyes screw shut. “How are so tight?” Namjoon questions you before latching his mouth back on to your clit.

He plunges fingers in and out of you, the wet squelching sounds of your pussy, mixed in with your moan and ragged breathing fill the room.

“Fuck” You hear Yoongi groan, you take a chance and glance at him... Your mouth falls open at the view. His head is thrown back against his chair, his neck and adams apple is on full display... The way is bobs as he swallows does something to you. You can’t see anything past his waist but it doesn’t take rocket science to know that the up and down movement of his arm, means that he is pumping the flesh of his cock between his palm. The sight of Yoongi is enough to push you closer to your climax.

“Yoongi,” You moan out his name, his head snaps up to look at you and he smirks when he realizes he’s been caught. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you Kitten.” He informs you, his voice is so desperate and needy that you almost want to run to him and drop to your needs before him.

You swear you were about to beg Yoongi to let you suck his dick but Namjoon begins making out with your clit as his fingers pump relentlessly inside of you. “Come on Baby Girl.” Namjoon encourages. “Please cum for me. I want you to cum around my fingers, please.” He begs as he curls his fingers up, moving them against a certain sensitive spot inside you. “You’ve been doing so well Angel.” Hoseok tells you. “Making such pretty noises for us.” He adds.

The pressure you feel on your abdomen is heavy... Something finally snaps inside of you after building up for the past 5 minutes, you can feel your orgasm consume you. It feels like being submerged under a pool of pleasure.

Your body shakes in Hoseok’s arms, all the while Namjoon is still giving you his all, mouth and fingers still on and in you. You begin pushing his head away from your core, “I-I can’t...” You nearly scream out. “One more.” It’s Yoongi’s voice again, he is pumping feverishly against his cock, his breathing is staggered and his words are strained.

“You can give us one more Angel.” Hoseok’s voice is so sweet, yet so sinful in your ear and you can’t decide which side of him you like more at the moment.

Namjoon is up on his knees now, steadying himself with his fingers still in you. He pumps them in and out of you and places his thumb on your clit, pressing down hard. You yelp and buck your hips, feeling another orgasm approaching.

You didn’t even have enough time to recover from the first one. “Joonie,” You whine out his name, ready to beg him to stop. The overstimulation is way too much that tears start to prickle your eyes. “Gimme one more Baby, just one.” He says, fingers pumping mercilessly.

Hoseok puts his fingers under your chin and turns your head towards his. His lips crash down on yours as a way to distract you and it works for a bit when he slips his tongue into your mouth and sucks on your bottom lip but then you hear Yoongi panting and grunting from the opposite side of the glass. Your pussy clenches tightly around Namjoon’s fingers at the sound. “That’s it Baby girl.” Namjoon speaks lowly, as if he’s talking more to himself than to you.

You gasps against Hoseok’s mouth as you feel a familiar warmth roll over inside you. Your mouth falls open but the sounds is caught in your throat, as your orgasms washes over you for the second time. You eyes roll back into your head for a brief second before you hear Yoongi’s voice again... “Look at me.” He growls. He selfishly wants your attention as he is also about to come undone in his hands. You force yourself to keep your eyes open, giving Yoongi the eye contact he asked for.

He grunts and groans as he cums, making sounds you are all too familiar with as you have been the cause of them many times.

Namjoon watches you ride out the rest of your orgasm, cumming all over his fingers, palm and the blanket. He smirks, seeing your arousal drip down your thighs.

You look so pretty like this, completely lost in lusts, covered in your sticky, sweet substance and flushed beyond belief.

He pulls his fingers out of you and you whimper at the loss.

“You are amazing.” Hoseok whispers in your hair, placing multiple kisses to the top of your head. He brings his hand up to wipe the sweat off your forehead. You skin feels warm under his palm. “I’m proud of you Baby girl.” You smile tiredly at Namjoon. “Did you get it Yoongs?” You ask curiously and Yoongi chuckles in the same tired manner. “Oh yea, I definitely got it,” Yoongi confirms and your smile grows a little bit wider.

“I hope you guys invite me to the studio more often.” You say after finally catching your breath. This causes your boyfriends to laugh out loud. Hoseok wraps his arms securely around you and sways side to side. “You’re always invited.” He tells you and you hum contently.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Namjoon says before popping his fingers into his mouth. He nonchalantly sucks your arousal off them while standing up to retrieve your leggings. “What about the three of you?” You say, eyes traveling to the tent in Joon’s pants. You feel bad that you hadn’t been able to touch or pleasure them the whole entire time. You wanted to return the favor.

“Oh don’t worry Kitten.” Yoongi tells you.

“We’re gonna clean up then we’re taking you back home.” There is an insanely smug look on his face, you’re not too sure how what is going on in his mind but you would certainly love to find out. “We’ll need a bed for what we want to do to you next.” He adds. Your cunt throbs again at his dirty words...

‘Oh fuck...’

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peaches & piercings (m)

↳ rating: M

↳ genre: punk!jimin, e2l, college au, very explicit smut, one-shot, jimin is a whole asshole

↳ pairing: cheerleader!reader x punk!jimin

↳ warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, sub/dom themes, casual sex, be t r ay a l, alcohol (and weed? idk) consumption, oral sex (male receiving), squirting, thigh-fucking, kind of exhibitionism?, jimin is pierced (that’s all i’ll say), just expect the worst from me tbh

↳ summary: jimin, dipped in hair-dye and pierced in so many places that you just couldn’t keep track, doesn’t think you’re his “type”. you call bullshit.

↳ note: i reallyreallyreally hated this fic. loved the idea, hated how i wrote it. i’ve had this bad boy sitting in my archives for months and months and months and couldn’t gather the courage to post it until NOW! partially because this is an apology fic for my inactivity and more so because i just think i’ve read it too many times that at this point, i’m just being nit-picky and need to move on.

a special thanks to the lovely @14statelier whomst unwillingly received dong pics for the sake of this fic. i’m so glad i found someone as sweet as you to beta for me + become an even better galpal! love u always xx

also thanks to my gal @jungshookz, i’m pretty sure (78% positive) i sent her my idea via snapchat and was probably inspired by her in some way, per usual.

OKAY i’m done you can read now hehehe

↳ words: 11.6k

↳ parts: one | two (complete)

“Jungkook, if you’re not going to throw it then get your grabby hands off my waist,” you warn, eyeing him as he stands behind you and delays in one-manning you into an extension or ogling your ass in your skirt.

“You’re just so wobbly today, I’m waiting for you to chill out a bit,” he lies with a smirk. You smack his hand but exhale deeply as you firmly grasp his wrists and count.

“1, 2!” With mutual timing, Jungkook dips down with you before heaving your body above, squatting to catch your heels mid-air, and pumping back up into an extended position. He’s right, you wobble a bit, calling out, “Bail!” and feeling his hands disappear beneath to re-catch your thighs and bring you down safely on your toes. You curse silently under your breath but pat Jungkook’s shoulder as a symbolic “thank you”.

“It’s too fucking early for this, I’m tired,” you say, only making excuses for yourself.

“Well, liven up. The doors are going to open soon and no freshmen want to join a failure of a cheer team.”

“Hey, stop bickering,” the captain, Suzy, orders, “Y/N, you’re fine to just handle the flyers, I’ll stunt with Jungkook.” You squish her into an exhausted hug.

“This is why you’re captain,” you coo.

With that, some of the staff open the gym doors, welcoming an intimidatingly large group of people in with smiles. You fake one yourself, ready to get this over with as soon as possible so you can go back to your dorm and sleep. Within ten minutes, you had a group of girls and a handful of brawny guys already watching Suzy and Jungkook’s exhibition, a mixture of oohs and ahs being rewarded. You handed each of them a thin, poorly-made flyer with pixelated clipart of a girl doing a toe-touch before they scrambled.

After a while, most of the initial commotion dies down and you people-watch each clueless face, thinking how adorable they are, so young and so lost, as if it weren’t you only a few months ago. You’re only a sophomore, but in your head that gives you enough authority to judge the freshmen.

You snap out of your daze upon boots clicking in the distance, soon revealing a man seemingly darting through the crowds to exit across the other side. You would’ve ignored him if it wasn’t for his peachy-tinted hair, long and slicked back atop and close-shaven near his neck, his thin but fit stature dressed in all-black, and the glint of metal, that you soon realized was a septum piercing, in his nose. He has a dark sleeve consuming his right arm and you wonder what eighteen or nineteen year old has a fully-developed sleeve.

Although his eyes were covered with chunky black sunglasses (in the gym, at that), the rest of his appearance sent your pierced-and-tatted-hot-boy alarm berserk. Suddenly awake, you wait for him to head closer to your booth before hopping next to him.

“Hi there, freshie. Care to take a tryout flyer for this year’s cheer team?” you ask with a pitch that’s much higher than your own, kindly handing him one of the shitty-looking papers. He mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch but speaks before you can ask him to clarify.

“Not a freshman. Do I look like someone who cheers? I’m just looking for the counseling center to turn in my transfer papers.

“Also, can you, like, give me some personal space?” he continues in a mock valley-girl tone.

You jump back, completely caught off guard with his sudden hostility and attempting to regain your composure by clearing your throat. Someone must’ve shoved a stick up his ass this morning.

“Oh, uh, sorry. Once you leave the gym, you head right, pass two sets of restrooms, head left, and it’s behind the big statue where the foyer is.” Your voice sounds much better.

His eyebrows rocket upwards over his glasses, completely frazzled by the number of directions you gave him, “Shit, okay. That’s a lot.”

“Here, I’ll just walk you,” you say, not giving him any time for him to probably decline. You don’t even question if he’s following you or not, the obvious clunkclunkclunk of his boots giving it away.

Unsurprisingly, the man doesn’t try to talk to you on the way to the counseling center. At most, he walks side-by-side, at least three meters between you for good measure. And even though it’s pretty clear he doesn’t want to talk, you ring him out a little more anyway.

“So, you’re not a freshman. Underclassman or upperclassman? And you’re a transfer? From where?”

Pass two sets of restrooms and head left.

“Senior. From Busan.” He doesn’t even show a hint of feeling. Emotion. Does this guy even breathe?

Straight until the statue in the foyer.

“Great. Well, it was nice to meet you, senior from Busan. I’m Y/N. If you ever need help or anything, feel free to ask me,” you deadpan, swiveling on your feet to salute him.

He leans on one hip, taking a hand with an incredible amount of rings on it and pushing his sunglasses over his hair like a headband. You certainly weren’t expecting a reveal of the kindest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen in your entire life. He almost looks permanently sleepy—eyes drooping flat on the lid. Your trance distracted you from his brief once-over, unpredictably impressed by your looks, if he had to admit it.

“It’s Jimin. Jimin, senior from Busan. See you around, cheerleader,” he says with a sly tilt of his lips before swinging the door open and slithering into the office. Past all the glitter and bright colors that poured out of that hideous uniform of yours, Jimin found you really cute.

Jimin waits patiently for the front desk to call him up, lounging in one of the hard, black plastic chairs that never failed to give his ass cramps. Though he didn’t seem like it to new faces around the campus, he was ecstatic to be starting college again in a whole new atmosphere. He even got to room with another male originally from Korea, Min Yoongi, in a small condo not too far a walk from the area.

He could even prospect cuties like you during his year, undoubtedly positive he could busy himself judging by the attention he’s attracted so far. All it would take is a hungry stare, a lick of his lips, an all-knowing smirk. It was easier here than it was back home, if not child’s play. He could have you in three hours flat. But then he thinks of you choosing the obnoxious cliché of college cheerleader and cringes at the idea of associating himself with such… American-ness. He could at least go for some sort of indifferent, grunge hipster that might actually have some thought to her. Yeah, more his style.

The woman at the front finally calls for him, so he arranges his papers and shoos away any daydream of hooking up with the girl in a tight skirt and ankle socks.

Taking the long route back to the gym, your imagination sputters through all the possible reasons why you should hate that guy, bad-guy radar ringing and shrieking and threatening to punch you square in the eye if you even think about it. Eventually, it comes to the conclusion that he was just new, he was probably having a rough moving-in, and you shouldn’t judge a transfer by their hair. Book by its binding? You don’t really remember how the saying goes in this situation.

“Hey, good job on snaking yourself out of flyer duty. What, did you bang Asian Hot Topic on your way?” Jungkook snickers.

“And did Cait break up with you because you can’t dom for shit? Hand me my jacket.”

He guffaws, practically throwing the clothing at your face, “We didn’t break up, asswipe. How am I supposed to act when she suddenly calls me ‘daddy’ without previous warning? I’m not ready to be a father.”

“Kook, you’re dumb as shit. Maybe I should bang Asian Hot Topic and give you pointers of how a real dom works their magic.”

Jungkook crosses his arms in denial, “Pfft, you don’t even know him. He could be a receiver for all you know.”

One, two, three seconds. You both chortle at the impracticality.

You take one final look in the body mirror, adjusting the slinky grey dress and hanging an oversized burnt-orange corduroy jacket over your shoulders for that final touch of unnecessary, but fashionably-adept, garnish to your outfit cupcake. Not having enough time to do your hair, you sweep it over to one side and leave it as is.

“You look fine and you’re ten minutes late so get out already,” your roommate, Sara, whines. She practically pushes you out, slamming and locking the door for emphasis.

Waving off your discombobulated roommate, you start your trek to the humanities building (which is so far away) with a skip in your step. A new school year meant new people, new classes, more lunchtimes with subpar food and occasional parties that could potentially lead to you getting arrested. Who knows!

A new school year, however, didn’t mean that you would know your way to your new class apparently. Bummer.

It’s only by your fourth circle and a glance at your phone that you panic, fifteen minutes somehow passing in the midst of your scrambling. Pace quickening, you pull out your paper with sloppily written notes of what class room number was at which time, simultaneously half-jogging past classrooms and—

“Oof!”

You land straight on your ass.

“Ow, watch where you’re going stu—oh, it’s you.”

You look up groggily, pain stinging through your legs from the brunt of your fall and lazily making eye contact with a pair of puppy dog eyes. Jimin stands above you, rubbing his chin where, you suppose, your forehead made rough contact with and indiscreetly staring at your bright blue panties where your dress failed to cover.

Hopping up and dusting yourself off, you pick up your fallen bag and paper before glaring at him, “Sorry, I got lost and wasn’t paying attention.”

He scoffs, “Aren’t you the cheerleader? You’re supposed to be, like, the girl scout of the school, right? You shouldn’t be lost.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, well. I am,” you mutter to yourself, “I don’t even think there’s a 207 in this building…”

“Oh, 207? Intro to psych, right? That’s where I’m going too,” he admits, eyes blown wide. Welp, certainly not the highlight of your morning.

“Great. By the looks of the current time, we’re both lost and,” you wave around the empty corridor, “there’s no one who’s going to help us.”

“I’m not lost. I just woke up late,” he answers nonchalantly, a warm glow to his face like he couldn’t give two damns about his class.

“W-What? Then let’s go! Where is it?”

Jimin twirls and walks a different direction, mumbling, “I’m not your escort, rich girl.”

You prattle at his comment but follow him anyway. When you find the correct lecture hall, you groan at the fact that you already passed it several times. He opens the door quietly, not even bothering to hold it for you as you scramble to catch it. A couple of the back rows look back at you two, annoyed by the minor inconvenience.

“Well. Welcome to my 10AM psychology class at,” the professor booms through the hall and peeks at his wristwatch, “10:36. Go ahead and take these two free seats.”

Jimin shrugs and walks towards the front of the room, a quiet and embarrassed you tiptoeing behind him. Being this late and having to sit next to this ass wasn’t how you wanted your first day to go at all.

For the remainder of the 24 minutes until the first break, you skim over the contents that you missed in the syllabus and want to ram your head into the closest wall. Participation and attendance by themselves are 30% of your grade, homework and assignments (thank god) being a measly 20%, and the final plus tests and quizzes a hunking remainder of 50%. What even was this system?

During your ten minute break, you silently scroll through your phone notifications, setting it down irritatingly when the hall refused to grant you enough service to respond to any of them.

“Don’t have LTE, princess? Might as well watch paint dry without your phone to entertain you,” Jimin snickers beside you. You scowl menacingly at him and he giggles more.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but back off, Jimin. Sorry I don’t, like, play the electric guitar in my free time or whatever.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, still smiling and blowing bubbles with his gum, popping them quite obnoxiously, and quite intentionally.

“What, do you think I play the electric guitar? Are you stereotyping me as some sort of garage band drop-out punk?” he jesters.

“And do you take me for some sort of pink fuzzy consumerist? You don’t know me. Buzz off.”

Jimin had definitely tucked you into his mental folder of “tough gals”; his aloof tactic of flirting not seeming to penetrate that pretty skull of yours. He could just take the path of least resistance and approach you normally, but where was the fun in that? You were too interesting a specimen to just use-and-discard.

Jimin suddenly thinks you look attractive with furrowed brows and pouted lips. It was most definitely working for you, so he lets it slide for now. When class ends, you all but bolt before Jimin can even look your way, sure he’d find another surface flaw to pick at.

You suddenly think of what all of the adults in your life have said during your upbringing: people that went out of their way to bully you were either jealous or had an embarrassingly crushing “thing” for you. Jimin, on the other hand, was just annoying.

Of course, to your dismay, class isn’t the only time you ever saw him. You weren’t totally stupid. The campus didn’t stretch for miles and you were bound to see him sometime and have to deal with the efforts of avoiding the man at all costs but fuck were you praying to whoever controls your Sim above that they would grant you some mercy.

“Just tell him to fuck off if he’s so far up your ass,” Jungkook argues, crushing his juice box in one gulp and biting his massive cafeteria burrito.

“You don’t get it, Kook. I have. So many times, in so many different instances. Did I tell you about the time I thought he was helping me get a textbook from a tall shelf but he ended up taking that last one for himself?” You angrily rip a bite from your limp sandwich. You really did hate Turkey Thursdays.

“Eh, first come, first serve. Maybe he didn’t know you were trying to grab that one.”

“My ass, Jungkook. He claimed that if I really wanted it, I would ‘do something in fair exchange’ for it. I’m not looking to going into prostitution anytime soon.”

“Respect sex workers,” Jungkook criticizes.

“Oh, no, totally. Sex work just isn’t my forte.” Kook shrugs.

“Okay,” you continue, “how about the time I went to IKEA to buy that ceiling lamp and was obviously struggling to one-trip everything from my car? The dumbfuck passed by and asked if I needed help, so I was like, ‘Yeah! Sure, it would definitely make up for the time you asked for sex in lieu of my psych book,’ but instead of helping me carry anything he took my coffee, drank some, and left.” Jungkook starts a rebuttal but you cut him off short, “Then he showed up to my work the other day, god knows how he even saw me in there, and started taking a video of me when I wasn’t paying attention!”

“What the hell,” your friend sports a face of disgust, “like, he’s stalking you?”

You scratch the back of your neck, “Well, not exactly? I think he was just maybe—see, A$AP Rocky may or may have not been playing on the speakers, and I didn’t know anyone was in the shop! So. I don’t know. I started—”

“Started rapping with a rolled up poster as your microphone,” he deadpans. Finishing your horrid sandwich, you crumple the saran wrap and chuck it at his eye, satisfied when we wails exaggeratingly.

“Maybe that’s just his way of flirting with you, he’ll get bored eventually.”

“I think he just hates my guts and thinks of me as an equal to the gum under his thick, goth boots,” you mumble.

“Does it matter? So what if Danny Phantom doesn’t like you?”

“He’s causing a problem though. Besides, everyone cares if someone doesn’t like them. It’s bullshit if they tell you otherwise; bullshit or a lack of sympathy.”

“So what are you going to do about it? Because I’m totally your friend and all but I don’t necessarily want to hear about your boy problems all the time.” You harrumph at his negligence and slump back into your seat.

There really wasn’t anything you could do about it; it wasn’t bad enough to the point of distressing tyranny. You simply couldn’t befriend the guy, it was obvious he didn’t want that. You would just have to pray to all things good that he would eventually lose interest, stop harassing you out of kindness, or have a change of heart and treat you like the saint you were.

If only it were that easy.

Sylly-week kicked ass, to say the least. Even two days prior the hectic week from hell, your body aches from partying while your wallet cries from all the textbooks and supplies you paid for.

Sara slept beside you, forehead stuck to the desk with her laptop stuck on some sort of half-assed document and you couldn’t fathom a better picture to represent college.

Although it was already around 11, you hop out of bed and throw on your windbreaker from cheer and some spandex, shuffling into a pair of your sneakers and bolting out of your room with your bag. The amount of sodium and sugar you consumed from Cup-O-Noodles and off-brand cookie dough bites made you feel disgusting, and you know running a quick mile at the gym would get your blood pumping enough to make you: 1) feel better about yourself and 2) put your ass to sleep.

The walk is short, the air still a little heavy with heat but cool enough for you to be comfortable in a long-sleeve. Some tired students exit the library, really the only other people you see at this hour. You would’ve thought it creepy if the campus wasn’t so well-lit and played background music through the announcement speakers. If you died or got kidnapped, at least it was to some groovy jazz.

You swipe your card across the sensor beside the athletic building door, waiting for that subtle beep before the gears clank and allow you to heave the door open. Immediately, the smell of sweat poorly masked with air freshener fill your nostrils and your adrenaline builds. You’re no body builder, but a run certainly sounded nice right about now.

You practically skip through the halls, rounding a corner to enter the weight room before you stop in your tracks to see someone in the room across. You squint suspiciously, peachy hair striking a very strong familiarity to…

“Jimin?” you whisper to yourself. You shouldn’t be surprised that he’s at the gym, but you are because he isn’t. He’s in the dance studio. Before you bolt, your eyes glue to his sensual movements, legs gliding across the floor and body free-flowing alongside the bass-filled music. No previous bias could deny that he looks like an angel in his room, dancing smooth as meringue and practically skating across the floor despite those clunky black boots of his; and powerful, hitting every note and beat with intention and vigor. You’ve never seen anyone dance like this.

After a few seconds, you render that you’re spying on him and continue walking, nervously scuffing your sneakers down the linoleum and immediately, and unfortunately, catching his attention.

He first sees you in the mirror. Ignores you. Then realizes it’s you and turns into the most ungraceful bag-of-bones as he scurries to pause the music and chases you down the hall.

“Hey!” he yells, grabbing your elbow.

“Don’t touch me,” you strike back, jerking your elbow out of his grasp and staring him down.

He looks apologetic, genuinely worried for a second before he breathes deep and tries again, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you like that. Um, why are you here?”

“Um, because I can be? I was going to go to the gym, dickwad.”

It takes all of his patience not to insult you, “Okay. You’re right. Were you… were you watching me?”

You give him a sickeningly-sweet smile, “Don’t flatter yourself. I was just passing by.”

He nods solemnly, straightening his tank as if it wasn’t already wrinkled and damp with sweat, “Okay. Okay, cool.” He starts to turn before he keeps going in a 360.

“Can you keep this between me and you? That I was here? That I was here and I was—”

“Dancing?” you ask quizzically, “Why does it matter?”

His eyebrows stitch together in frustration, “Y/N, do I look like I’m a dancer?” He gestures to his piercings and his sleeve, waving his hands about in so many different places that your lewd curiosity wonders what he looks like naked—for the sake of knowing how many piercings and tattoos he has though, obviously.

“I think you look like a dancer. Just not a contemporary dancer. Did you take ballet?” you half-tease, crossing your arms and beaming slyly at him.

Jimin huffs, impatient, “Will you just keep it locked somewhere in that airhead of yours?”

“What’s in it for me, Jiminie,” you pout, “what do I get as reward for keeping your secret?”

He falters a moment, licking his plump lips and walking dangerously close, “You want a reward? I don’t take you as that kind of girl, Y/N.”

He must be delirious, eyeing him so and shoving him away, “Ew, no. I just meant, like, be nice to me from now on. And help me with psychology. That class is nothing but a memory test.”

He blinks dumbly from your rejection; who ever rejected him? He waves it off.

“Okay. I can be compliant. I won’t treat you like the rich bitch you are, and I tutor you on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Deal?”

“I’m not a rich bitch. I have student loans like the rest of the student population, thank you very much. Deal.”

You smile at each other devilishly, ready to part ways before bursting out with an instant, “Wait!”

Jimin looks over his shoulder curiously. Damn, you could really see how toned his shoulders were in that shirt.

“There’re dance majors here, is that what you transferred for?”

He turns all the way, leaning sideways against the wall and sighing, “Honestly, yes. But my family thinks I’m transferring to finish my business degree and that I would have better opportunities here. I really did it because there’s some great studios in the area but—” he catches himself rambling, “I don’t know how they would feel about my grand decision.”

You shrug, “You’re a great dancer, Jimin. Honestly, you could open your own studio here if you wanted to. You do have great opportunities.”

His sleepy eyes stare you down, a half-smile drawing itself out before he can take it back. “Give me your phone,” he orders.

You don’t know why but you do.

He dials into it with his overly-accessorized fingers, giving you a moment to get a closer look at his septum and the abundance of ear-piercings he sports before he hands it back. You’re pretty sure one of them is Gucci and you bite back a chuckle. Rich bitch.

“That’s my number. Text me when you’re free on study days.”

And with that, he re-enters his room and resumes the music.

The first time Park Jimin meets with you at a Starbucks on a Tuesday, like he instructed, you thought you somehow managed to get yourself stuck in the Twilight Zone.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. My last class ends at 3 on both days and there’s already a quiz this Friday. Help.”

You sent the text without emojis. He didn’t deserve any.

You had barely got to Instagram before he texted you back. With multiple messages.

“u text like a gramma”

“but ok”

“starbucks at 330? i’ll buy”

You giggled to yourself at his joke, sending a single “(:” and putting your phone to sleep.

To your disbelief, he really did buy you a cheese danish and a tall, iced, caramel macchiato. You sip it gingerly while he pulls his things out of his bag: a couple mechanical pencils (the industrial, expensive ones), a 1-inch binder organized by subject with dividers, and notecards. You grab them and hold them up like it’s evidence from a leading murder case.

“Notecards? You are way too organized and functional.”

He snags your pastry before you can grab it and takes a huge bite, “Yeah, but ih’s gonna het you a bedder ghrade.”

Whining, you get it back after his second bite, somehow only half remaining.

“Okay. Let’s get started. It should only be a vocab check because that’s really all he’s asked us to study so far. We’ll start with my wonderful notecards,” he waves them in the air for effect, “and see which ones you do and don’t know.”

You nod, waiting for the chaos to begin. Who were you to tell him that you haven’t actually studied any of the vocab yet? He holds the first one up. Abductive reasoning.

“Uhh… is that like, something detectives use on kidnapping cases?”

“Wh-What? No. Well—are you thinking of ‘abductions’? Abductive reasoning is being able to use the two states of induction and deduction alongside your intuition to reach a conclusion,” he pauses and tilts his head a little, “ I guess the best analogy is giving out a verdict on a criminal case. Without being 100% sure, they use the evidence to tie together as many different points as they can to come to a conclusion. So, I mean, you got it wrong, but you can easily remember the definition with that.”

You’ll take what you get (majority of his reasoning went through one ear and out the other, anyway), wiggling your eyebrows in justified approval. Jimin laughs at you, eyes squinting to slits and shaking his head. He takes notice that you aren’t wearing much makeup today, your cheeks and the bridge of your nose a tad red with irritation and a bit dry where the sun burnt and eyes daintier without so much eyeliner on them. You threw on a tank and some workout shorts and look like the epitome of… comfortable, in your head. Jimin thinks you look effortless.

“Park?” you wave your hand in front of him.

He catches himself staring and jumps out of his seat, chair screeching across the tile.

“Sorry,” he coughs, “I’m going to take a whiz.” Stupid. He practically trips over himself to get to the restroom.

You watch him hurry to the back. He probably had much better things to do than help you study in the middle of the afternoon. A couple of younger girls watch him as he passes, giggling like a pack of fangirls and combing their hair out of their faces. If they only knew.

Did he even have a girlfriend? Most likely not, right? He only just transferred here and despite his well-endowed looks, he was still intimidating. Like a giant “don’t touch, I bite” sign constantly hung around his neck.

He comes back shortly, and before you can deduct that you would rather save the embarrassment than to quench your curiosity, you ask, “Are you dating anyone?”

“Because you get a lot of followers,” you reason, shamelessly pointing out the girls who ogle his tattooed biceps. They giggle again when he looks their way. God, so many giggles.

He rubs the back of his neck nervously and that intrigues you, “No, I’m not dating anyone. I think if it weren’t for my… accessories? And the fact that I’m foreign, girls wouldn’t like me as much.” You find tiny comfort that he’s single but squish the thought away.

“How ‘bout you? Dating that guy on your team?” he retorts.

“Who, Jungkook?” you snort, “No. He has a girlfriend and he’s all brawn over brain. I’m not dating anyone, actually. I don’t like guys that are so competitive to win females strictly for the points, and there’s a lot of that here. S’gross; we’re not animals.”

“We kinda are,” he argues, but smiles understandingly.

“Okay, but not in the way where your possible significant other has to perform an instinctual mating dance?”

He juts up an eyebrow, “Really? Because I could easily arrange that.”

For the first time, you both laugh. At the same thing. Who knew that Jimin could dance of all things? And pay for your food? And actually be a nice guy who’s really smart? Thinking about it, today has gone so polar-opposite of what you expected that you contemplate if this is Jimin’s identical twin that just happens to have the same piercings and ink that bully-Jimin has.

Twilight Zone.

“Okay, let’s continue,” he says, resuming the queue of notecards.

“Define abulia.”

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Jimin waved a hand in your face.

“Hm? Sorry, say it again.”

Jimin packed up his supplies, then grabs yours and tucks them into your bag, “I said, ‘Are we going to your place right now?’ You said you picked up Black Panther on DVD so I want to watch it.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Cats and shit.”

You both stand up and stretch, the rest of the students in the lecture hall slowly filing out. Midterms were already approaching, which meant that you and Jimin had known each other for quite some time now. His tutoring was ditched weeks ago after you were finally comfortable with the material and able to comprehend what the professor was saying without Jimin to interpret. At first, meeting up stopped completely. You two would talk occasionally during class break and that’s all, and after a while, you just figured your deal was completed and Jimin finished his case and you both separated onto your different ways.

But then Jimin had asked if you wanted coffee at the same Starbucks you had first studied at, but for no specific reason. Just to hang out. So, you did.

Hanging out once or twice for coffee turned into twice getting lunch turned into four or five times lazing about your dorm, and now, you were just completely, wholesomely, friends. It was hard not to be on edge at the contrast of current Jimin to hell-on-earth Jimin, but you took what you could get.

“Is something on your mind? You’ve been spacing out for a long time,” he prods, taking your bag himself and throwing it over the same shoulder his own bag was on. The

walk to your dorm building was short but you could feel your feet dragging from sudden exhaustion.

“I think I’m just tired? I’m fine. Ready to Black Panther it up and all that jazz,” you chuckle. He takes the hint and resorts to quietly humming to your room rather than talking. That’s one thing you liked about him, he always knew when your mind just needed simple white noise.

Unlocking the door and jostling it out of its stickiness, you make a running jump to faceplant onto your bed. The mattress dips next to you when Jimin sits.

“I know you like cheer and all, but I think you need to take a break,” he says.

“Easier said than done. And I have mandatory captain conditioning in 3 hours,” you groan, propping your head on the palm of your hand to watch Jimin as he eats a stale bag of chips that he found on your nightstand. His face contorts in repulsion and throws the bag away.

“Okay, well, you’re not going. Tell them you’re sick. Let’s watch some DC movies and eat popcorn and have, like, a girl sleepover but I’m not a girl and I don’t want to spend the night,” he says, counting each point on his fingers.

“First of all, you lunatic, it’s Marvel not DC. Second, I don’t have popcorn. I can’t just skip conditioning because if I gain one pound Jungkook will sense it with his nose or something and attack me.”

“What,” he says in disbelief, grabbing your waist with one hand and squeezing a little, “you’re fine. You’re not going today and that’s final.” It’s not very often he touches you and as much as you try not to show it, you feel your face heat and mouth gape open and closed, ready to combust. You don’t particularly know why; guys touch you all the time (not in that way, thank you very much) but when it was Jimin, it was like you had been raised feral and failed to receive any means of human interaction.

He notices, taking his hand away as quick as he placed it and looking at the floor. Despite your lack of proper reaction, you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little twinge of disappointment. God, you’re so confusing to yourself.

“How about you? Your vampire ass won’t dance in sunlight so you must be tired too. How long do you normally dance for when you’re in the studio?”

“Well,” he lays flat on his back and stares at your popcorn ceiling (your dorm building was extremely outdated), “I try to workout at the actual gym in the morning before I get ready for class, and then I dance from 11 to whenever I feel is enough during the weeknights. That is, if no one’s there.”

“Why do you even follow this whole path of disliking mainstream trends and ‘rebelling against the world’? Isn’t that tiring? Aside from dance, do you, like, make your own skateboards and go to secret underground bars or something?” you tease. He rolls his head towards you in annoyance and mouths a “ha ha”.

“No, I just. I don’t know. I don’t like people telling me what to do or where to go or how to look,” he showcases his tatted arm. “This is all mine. I don’t want to be another puppet controlled my whole life to consume and work off a never-ending debt just so I can only live comfortably when I’m old but too old to actually live.”

“Wow, bro. That’s deep,” you pretend to smoke a pretzel stick. He continues anyway.

“Recently I made some friends that are in one of my labs. They’re from Korea too. If I’m not studying or working or hanging out with you, I’m probably with them. Partying or something,” he says, stealing away your “cigarette” and crunching on it loudly.

“Woah, you work? How do you find the time to do that?”

“Kinda. Nothing official, I just tutor people sometimes. Charge them by the hour and make some decent pocket change for food or whatever.”

You contemplate. How come he’s never charged you for your tutoring before? You ask him, studying his side profile and admiring his jawline when he talks. Flexing then easing; taut then relaxed.

“Because we had a deal. We agreed that I would help you in psych as long as you kept my secret, in which you did, so I figured that was good enough. Besides, you’re too cute to charge. I look like a bad boy but I’m not evil.” You giggle, resembling a middle-school fangirl and exaggerating a flattered stature.

Jimin laughs again, light and refreshing staccato notes that you could honestly listen to all day. It was therapeutic in its own crackhead way.

You’ve been unintentionally staring at him more and more often, Jimin finally taking notice within the last few minutes. He knew how to read a girl; how revealing they make themselves to impress him or how their eyes dim in any sort of suggestion that his hands should somehow find place on their body. But with you, he has no idea what that stare means. For the most part, you carry yourself so independently to the point of being standoffish and Jimin just can’t figure you out. He sought the day you would give in and beg for a night with him just like most of the other girls in his classes did, and when you didn’t, he wanted to know why. Not out of inflated ego or need to get into your pants—okay maybe because of that initially—but even more so that he just needed to dissect you. Know how to get you going, what kind of person you really are, which was completely different from what he originally imagined.

You were talking amidst his thoughts, not paying attention to the strings of sentences that fell out of your lips and before he knew it, he held himself directly above you, hands on each side of your head and staring right down into your disordered doe eyes.

“What makes you so different?” he asks aloud, more to himself than you. Puzzled and not under the impression that it was a rhetorical question, you shake your head.

“I don’t u-understand. What are you doing, Ji—”

He tucks a loose strand of yours out of your face, causing you to hiccup. “I feel like when I think I know you, I’m actually far from it.”

You don’t particularly know what you’re supposed to say to that.

“You didn’t ever need to get to know me. You just needed to make sure I kept your secret,” you play along. Knowing it wasn’t really the whole case, your own statement stings a little. If it weren’t to save his own ass, would he even be here right now?

Like he read your mind, he answers, “Why would I be here? I haven’t needed to help you in weeks. I’m with you all the time because I want to be. Because I—”

“Because you…?” you trail on, heart beating so hard you swear he can hear it. You wanted him to say it, maybe that’s what was keeping you from confirming your feelings. You needed validation; that this wasn’t just you or that this was some one-sided longing because you doubted someone like him could ever like someone like you.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks instead, so hesitant and delicate and worrisome all in one question and you ponder if this is the same boy you first met at orientation.

“Please.”

He dips down slowly, eyes half-closed in anticipation of what your face looks like so close, pausing an inch away when you shut your own. You feel his warmth near your mouth, waiting for that first touch, any contact, until it seems like it’s been far too long. When you peek, you see nothing but his perfect… cheekbone? He stares, jaw stuck open and eyes fluttering, at the intruder in the door before swinging himself off the bed and coughing awkwardly.

“Oh, Sara. I didn’t know you were coming home so early today,” you squeak out. You sit up yourself, brushing off nonexistent dust from the bed and watching Jimin gather his things in a rush and squeezing past a concerned Sara in the doorway. He doesn’t even turn back, ears stinging red and peeping a quick, havetogotextyoulater. Great, the asshole left you to face your roommate alone.

“Was that Jimin? Park Jimin? The fucking transfer student?”

“Oh my god, Sara, what’re you freaking out about?”

Dropping her stuff in the middle of the room, she shrieks annoyingly and grabs your shoulders, “Are you seriously fucking with the Park Jimin? Y/N. Nuh-uh. No way. Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

“Chill out! We’re just friends. He tutors me sometimes.” Not quite a lie.

She eyes you and deadpans, “Yeah, I didn’t know tutoring also included a one-on-one session of how to have sexual intercourse.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you remove her hands, which were digging crescents into your skin, and pretend to arrange your bed, “we haven’t even kissed. You just walked in at an inconvenient time.”

Sara sighs, rubbing her temples and sitting on your bed, “Look, babe. Just be careful. I’ve been to parties with him and have heard some awful things. Shit you expect from a movie where the girl gets fucked over because the guy doesn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants. I just want the best for you, okay? He’s not as sweet as you might think he is.”

He isn’t sweet at all, you said internally. But still, your heart clenches at her words. Sure, he acts like a dick, and you shouldn’t be surprised if he really does get around as much as Sara suspects; but there was just some sort of denial that lingered. If he really was such a player, why would he have stuck around with you for as long as he has, as platonic as it has been until now?

“I… I didn’t know that. I’ll be careful,” you assure her.

All it took was a squinty-eyed smile and a tiny caress to the small of your back on the way into the lecture hall for you to completely melt into his hands. You were simply putty, magically molding into some gross, odd-smelling ball of love just because of the almost-incident yesterday. You can practically feel the radiating disappointment from Sara if she knew how easily you gave yourself up for him.

His face reoccurs in your daydreams for days, all the way up until the weekend comes up from behind and smacks you on the ass.

“Focus,” Jungkook taps you through you skirt again. Oh, or maybe it was Jungkook.

The stadium speakers blared with announcements and you’re brought back to the world of clashing helmets, captain’s orders and Jungkook’s strong hands residing on your waist for partner stunts.

You didn’t need to be reminded, you were much more stable than you were weeks ago. He throws you in the air during the signaling note of the band and catches your right foot with ease above him, keeping you stable as you pull a heel stretch and present a pretty smile. The crowd roars along, inspiring the team and singing along with the cheers.

By the end of the game, you’re exhausted, tearing down paper signs from the concrete walls and shuffling your poms into your bag in a hurry.

“Hey, are you going to the feed after? Everyone’s going, I could give you a ride,” Jungkook offers, but you shake your head.

“I’m pretty beat. I’ll go next time.” He shrugs, finding more interest in catching up to someone who is interested than trying to convince you otherwise. By the time your clean-up is done, most of the fans are gone, the stadium a comparable difference of quiet than how it was only twenty minutes ago.

“You’re sure taking forever,” a sudden voice pipes up. Outside the gate stands Jimin, all-black tank and jeans, per usual. “You looked great out there.”

You smile, suddenly awake and jogging towards him, “What’re you doing here? I thought you didn’t like football.” During all your rushing do you realize that you relax around Park, time always seeming to slow down in his presence and you dissolve into his effect.

“I don’t. Such an American moneymaker. They’re all cons.” He takes your bag like he always does, leaning against the gate and looking excited, “Mind if we stop by my place? I have something to show you. It’s not far, probably only a 5 minute walk from here.”

You nod before he even mentions how long it takes to get there, heart palpitating at the thought that he’s inviting you over. You’re sure you smelled from cheer and you probably looked like the opposing team warmed up suicide runs over your sweaty body, but you nod.

“Were you here the whole time? Or just towards the end?” you ask, slightly insecure towards the fact that he could’ve been watching you cheer.

“Was here since halftime. Got Yoongs to watch with me at the gate where I was before for the most part. He left halfway through fourth quarter though, said he got tired from seeing others exert themselves so much,” he chuckles at the thought, eyes squinting and crooked tooth visible from the side. Your heart swooned, you were even starting to notice the little things. How he acted. His habits. What he did and didn’t like.

You were in fucking deep.

“I did get to see you cheer though,” he answers your unspoken inquiry, “you looked pretty, Y/N. It’s like watching a whole ‘nother person compared to how you act outside of uniform.” You’re still stuck on the word “pretty” and nod along like you’re listening.

“You should see how people look at you,” he draws on, “like they’re entranced. Even when you were just relaxing on the sideline, not doing anything, you stand out.”

“Oh my god, Jimin, where is this even coming from? One more compliment and the world might explode from the paradox you’re creating.”

He shoves your shoulder lightly, laughing at your tomato-red face, “What do you mean? I can’t compliment you?”

“No that’s not—I just mean. You know. You used to hate me and now you shower me with praise like I’m the best person in the world. It’s just crazy how much our relationship has changed. And… And yesterday—”

“Yo, can’t believe you really stayed for the rest of the game,” a raspy voice outbursts. You just realize that Jimin stopped you in front of a house, presumably his house, as a mint-haired ball sits on the porch. He inhales from his cigarette and exhales through his nose before throwing it underneath his boot.

“Hey, Yoongs. This is Y/N. Y/N, Min Yoongi, my roommate. Has a bad smoking habit and have only recently gotten him to smoke outside.” Jimin snickers, offering a hand to lift Yoongi off the step and welcome him into some bro-hug.

“You smoke too, bastard. Just did it ‘cause I knew you were bringing someone home tonight,” Yoongi retaliates, eyeing your figure. Shivers run down your spine at the comment.

Jimin coughs unexpectedly, then anxiously laughs as he pulls your arm behind him and into the house, “We’ll be in the living room. Go sleep or something.” Yoongi only clicks his tongue in response.

“Sorry,” he says once your inside, “he can be a little too personal sometimes. He’s really nice once you get to know him.” You shake your head, giving him a comforting smile that eases the tension in his shoulders.

He settles you on the couch, host-like politeness apparent when he asks if you want anything to drink, tells you where the bathroom is, and hands you the tv remote before disappearing to find his laptop. His home was cozy, minimalist furniture often in gray, black, and an occasional blue spread throughout the rooms. You weren’t sure if the boys were attempting to be modern or if college tuition only allowed them this sort of set-up, but nonetheless, it was way nicer than you expected.

“Back,” Jimin plops onto the couch right next to you, Apple laptop unlocked to a default background. He looks to you briefly before setting up some page on Google, “Have you signed up for your classes for next quarter yet?”

He looks different, your eyes scanning over his face to figure out just what it is, “Basically, just gotta confirm and pay and whatnot. Have you, Jimin?”

It’s his septum, you discover, that he’s taken out. He looks handsome either way. Propping the laptop suddenly on your lap, he beams, “Yeah, go ahead and take a look.”

You scroll through the page, humming to yourself, “Mhm… Mhm… Accounting, business 101, contemporary repertory… God, you’re going to hate sociology with Doyard, she’s a complete psycho!” You trail, giggling at his misfortune. Once you’re done, you meet his discontent face.

It takes a few takes from his face to the screen, back to his face, until oh shit!

“Wait does ‘contemporary repertory’ mean something important?” you squeal in rushed excitement. “Is that a dance thing? Are you taking a dance class here?” Before he can even explain, you shut the laptop and safely place it on the coffee table before tackling the man, withdrawing an oof from his lips.

“Easy, girl. Please don’t break me before I even get to show up on the first day.”

“Jimin, this is amazing. You’re finally doing something you want to do, during regular hours, at that!” You nuzzle into his warm chest, “I’m so happy for you, Jimin. I hope you have fun.” His heart clenches at that; how could you be so fucking caring about him? He knew you’d be surprised, but not genuinely happy for him. His hand glides over the skin between your midriff and skirt, an inkling of a gasp floating out of your throat.

“Sorry,” he whispers, moving his hand higher and locking eyes with yours. Time is always slow with him but now, it’s like it was screaming at you to take the opportunity. Unwinding one of your arms from around his neck, you smooth his hair up so you can see those prepossessing eyes.

“You can touch me,” you confirm just as softly. His features harden and you hope you didn’t read the situation wrong.

“I… I never got to kiss you that night.”

“Then you can kiss me now, if you’d like,” you say, pleading in your voice and it’s all he needs to hear before he burns his lips into yours. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted this,” he pants between suckles to your bottom lip. He kisses like he dances: powerful and in perfect control with his body, molding it to yours and massaging the skin he just apologized for touching only seconds ago.

You cup his face and look down at him with sultry prowess, “I want you, Jimin. I’ve always thought about this, hoping you would just make a move, idiot.” You dive back into him, his moans prominent when you lick and nip at his lip. He lowers his grip to your ass, squeezing and pushing his hips into your own.

“Well, I’ve always thought about fucking you in this cursed uniform,” he growls, forcing a giggle out of you. Grinding down into him for effect, your mouth travels to his ear so you can state a small confirmation.

“I’m flexible, babe. I’m all yours.”

He hums his praise, latching his mouth onto your neck, laving and peppering blues into your skin before he carries you off the couch. You wrap your legs around him instinctively, “Where are you taking me?”

Heading into a hallway and taking a sharp left, he kicks his door open, “I don’t know about you, hot stuff, but Yoongs doesn’t need to see you getting dicked down in our living room,” he jests. When he lays you back onto the foot of his bed, you briefly scan his room and find it hard to believe that it’s relatively clean, the posters on his walls the only thing that seemed cluttered. This guy was your high school self’s wet dream. Scanning him promiscuously, you chuckle.

“I can be into it,” you drawl playfully.

Earning an unimpressed scoff, he fingers the hem of his shirt, “You’re mine,” he sheds it in a swift pull and throws it to the side cockily. Marveling at each detailed divot and curve of muscle, you can’t help but bite your lip in frustrated anticipation. “Unless, you don’t want me,” he finishes with a tilt of his head. He knew what he was doing, simulating innocence to draw you out of your transfixed stupor to hear those three words string from your mouth. You reach out to touch his abs, tracing over linework of ink and watching him shiver from your touch. Knowing exactly what he wants to hear, you gaze into oblique eyes and mouth the words, “I do want you”.

Goading him on, you lay back and extend your legs above you, shuffling your spandex tantalizingly slow over your skin. Jimin whistles at your show, staring at the white g-string you sported under your skirt and wandering his hands over the supple skin you expose.

“Jesus, you fucking tease. Leave the skirt.” Tittering at his request, you dig your heels into his back to propel him down towards you, his ringed hands keeping himself afloat and a winning smile winking down at you. Bless your heart you didn’t faint right then and there.

He kisses you like a man starved, lips burning hot with desire and aching to be bit—so you give him that. Sinking your teeth gently into the flesh, he punishes such action with a slap to the underneath of your thigh, then holding it close to the side of his abdomen and rolling over with you on top. Practically suffocating from lack of air, you dislodge yourself, quite reluctantly, from his mouth and soothe his complaints with brief kisses to his thick neck.

“Why didn’t we do this—ah, before?” he pants. Sucking a particularly tender spot of his jugular, he moans out and bucks into your hips. You continue your way down, leaving no inch of skin untouched until you reach where his skin ends and the nuisance of clothing began.

“You don’t make things very easy for me. Can I suck you off?”

“Fuck, don’t ask. Just do it. Turn around, though, I’ll finger you at the same time,” he offers, propping himself up on his elbows as you readjust yourself with your head towards his bulge and your ass facing him, knees keeping you up on one side of his torso. “Perfect,” he commends.

Unbuckling his ridiculously tight jeans, you hook your thumbs under the denim and whisper a quick, “Up,” to pull them off when his hips lift off the mattress. Your pride inflates at the sight of his bulge resting in the crook of his thigh, adorned by simple black boxers that hugged him in all the right spots. All but drooling at the member, you place a loving kiss where you know his head resides, mouthing at it gingerly and soaking the material with your saliva.

He ruts into your face as he watches such indecency, “You know, I should probably tell you something,” he says rather seriously, shuffling your skirt up above your ass and mischievously prodding at your sex with his thumb.

“Hmm,” you mumble, sliding his boxers down enough to suck at the pink tip that oozed of precum and spreading the liquid around with your tongue. The bitterness that came with it was all welcomed, slightly sweeter than others you’ve ever tasted and you appreciated it much more when a man this good-looking was laid out before you.

He groans, “Ever heard of a Jacob’s Ladder? Fuck, right there, underneath a bit…” You suck and nip at the skin of his frenulum, knowing he was bound to like small dosages of pain mixed with his pleasure—a guess all too correct when he cries out in ecstasy and gives your ass a light spank.

“A Jacob’s what?”

“Just—just look at it. If you don’t like it then I can just take them out,” he sighs, all too impatient to give you a rundown of whatever a Jacob’s hoo-ha entailed. You perk a brow at his vocabulary, halting your mouth and sliding his boxers the rest of the way down.

If you weren’t riled up before, you were hot, ready, and willing to beg on your knees to be stuffed with Jimin and his… accessories. You understand the term “ladder” now, three rungs of metal pierced on the underside of his shaft and glinting up at you with intimidation. You hope Jimin can’t see the now overflowing amount of arousal oozing out of your pussy, squeezing thighs together in a useless attempt of hiding yourself.

“Fuck, didn’t that hurt?” you question, hovering fingers over the balls of silver that protruded on each side in complete awe.

“Of course it did, honey. It’s all worth it, though. It’ll make you feel good too. Need me to take them out?” You shake your head a little too vigorously, earning a chuckle and his middle finger to slide in between your folds unexpectedly. Yiping at the sudden entrance, you cast a glare over his shoulder with his only response being the curve of his digit.

“C-Can I lick it? Can it get infected if you don’t use a condom?” you bombard him with questions, entirely unfamiliar with the subject and entirely enamored by it.

“It’s all healed up, baby. You can do whatever your little heart desires with it. And I would oh so much prefer going bare,” he confirms, and your heart flips at his pet name for you. That, and the thought of his thick, pierced cock penetrating you condom-less.

You wrap your lips around him once more, unafraid to take more and more of his length until you feel the cold metal—your stopping point. Call it your lack of experience, but you prefer not to catch your teeth on those piercings today. You make up for it by sliding a hand back under his scrunched boxers, fondling his balls as you bob diligently. He curses and struggles to keep his body still, digging another digit between your legs to slow your own ministrations. When it works and you moan around his cock, Jimin can’t help but want to play a little game.

“Should I give you a challenge, babe? It’s super simple. Whoever makes the other cum first gets to request something. Anything. Deal?”

“Deahl,” you muffle, swirling your tongue lavishly around his crown. Everything with Jimin was much more… intriguing. Even your first time having sex was turned into some lusty escapade of unexpected metallic embellishments and cheeky gambles. It made you feel something in your veins, wanting more and more of whatever poison Jimin was.

Taking a breath, you lick broadly over his entire shaft and scarcely taste the titanium—more than anything, it was just cold. Jimin shudders at the feeling, punishing you with a third and final finger and pushing downdowndown into a spot all too sensitive for you to focus.

Try as you might, your now pathetic attempts of sucking him off is all forgotten in your own haze of chasing your orgasm. Instead, you rest your head on his hip and writhe against his hand, fucking back onto it while he simultaneously prods your g-spot over and over again until you see stars.

“Giving up already? You were doing so well for a while, you could’ve won,” he lilts.

“Jimin, please make me cum. Oh god,” you wail, legs straining for just that final push…

“Is this what you want?” He slides his thumb across, swiping whatever he could collect and using it to knead at your neglected clit. It’s all you need, pleasure washing over you in tandem of near oversensitivity, a near scream tearing through your lungs that only comes out in ragged whines against his leg.

“Beautiful, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re ruining my sheets over here,” he criticizes, removing his hand with an obscene squelch and moving around in the bed.

The torpor you caught yourself in didn’t render what he was saying, just letting him move you about so your head rests on his pillows while he places himself between your legs.

“Jiminie,” you babble, “fuck me.” He strokes your hair away from your face and smiles, that cute puppy smile that turns his eyes into crescents. The rest of him, though, is purely sinful. Hair sweaty and pieced to perfection as his body taunted you with toned muscles.

“I don’t think you’re ready, honey,” he answers, “even though you’re dripping in your own cum.” He leans back and stares at your pussy without embarrassment, pulling your knees together and watching the juices flow even more. “I should put it to use.”

You peer up at him, curious as to whatever the hell he’s dreaming of over there and inexplicably stunned when you see his dick between your legs. “J-Jimin, what are you doing?”

“Shh, just keep them closed tight,” he orders, fucking himself between the lips of your heat and the warm skin of your thighs. You can’t help but ravish the sight of him as he slicks himself up, eyeing you down as his hips roll into you agonizingly slow. His piercings graze against your nub occasionally, warmth once again growing in your stomach.

“Fuck, you’re so soft and so wet. Who did this to you, hm?” You moan maniacally, angling your hips as to catch him and push inside, but he only laughs degradingly and intentionally misses.

“You think I’m going to fuck you if you can’t even answer this simple question?” he sneers. “Answer like a good girl, then I’ll fuck you into oblivion.”

You scramble for words, initially incoherent and struggling. “Jimin! Shit, Jimin. You made me this way. Ah, you m-make me so wet, so please put it in, put it in and—ha, aah!”

He shoves his length in like it’s all he knew what to do, your ankles to his shoulders so he can drink up your moans with his reddened lips. He was right—the piercings didn’t feel like any dick you’ve received before, it was so much better. This was pornographic, it was so good. He all but pistols into you, his cock grazing places previously untouched. Indulging in his heaven sent strokes, you cry and groan at each relentless thrust.

“Hush, baby, Yoongi’s going to hear your pretty self,” he warns, but you don’t give a shit. If anything, you moan louder with a know-all glint in your eye, testing Jimin’s patience. “Brat,” he spits.

He pounds into you repeatedly, completely removing himself before filling you up again and again and again. Between the pressure to your g-spot and the added stimulation from his Jacob’s Ladder—your stomach heaves, an unfamiliar feeling washing over your abdomen contrary to anything you’ve ever experienced.

“Oh, Jimin, wait!” you sob, halting his hips from another brutal shove a little too late. The second he pulls out, your second orgasm (and first ever untouched orgasm) of the night reigns over, briefly showering his lower stomach in your own wet arousal.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot. Did you just… squirt on me?” he growls, not taking the time to hear your answer as he lifts you into his lap, legs wrapped around his muscular back and arms gripping around his shoulders for dear life.

He sinks back into you deliciously, filling you to the brim with your added weight and rutting up into you to chase his own release. Everything is soaked and sticky, Jimin’s ragged breathing and groans so close to your ear that you’re sure it’ll be engrained into your memory forever, his thrusts so deep inside you wail once more.

Consequently, the banging on the wall next to you comes as no surprise, Yoongi’s angry, “Shut the fuck up!” clear as day. Jimin waves it off.

“Don’t listen baby. Moan louder for me. Tell me where you want my cum.”

The slaps of skin become louder; it wouldn’t be long before Jimin came. “Inside, Jiminie, please. Cum inside me, pump me full,” you squeal, lust sparking inside you knowing that his roommate could hear you getting fucked senseless.

One, two, three more aching pounds before he spills into you, his pretty moans music to your ears. You flop back as soon as he takes himself out, suddenly aching all over from how much he stretched your legs and groaning at the pain.

You slap his eager hand away when he fingers his cum back into your abused lips, “That hurts, idiot.” He smiles and sucks your intermingled cum off his fingers with a pop.

“We taste good together,” he husks. Fuck. “By the way. You came first. Stay the night?”

You oblige with or without the pressure of the bet, dog-tired from your beating and not even fathoming the trek back to your own room. Jimin takes charge in your state of haziness, washing you off in his shower, replacing your uniform with a t-shirt of his own and laying you beside him on his mattress (sheets replaced and refreshed).

“You have piercings in your dick,” you state in the middle of the quiet.

Jimin snorts at the outburst, looping an arm around your side and melding his body to yours, “Yeah, is it weird?”

“… Robot dick,” you whisper, words cracking at the face of your laughter.

“Oh my god.”

“So, when you’re going through metal detectors at airports and whatever, do you have to tell them that the metal’s in your penis? Do they have to check?” Titters are awarded with light jabs to your side, which are then led to screams and kicks to his legs.

Yoongi bursts through Jimin’s door, brows stitched together in heated anger parallel to the flames of hell, “I swear to fucking god, if you two don’t quiet down I’ll mount your heads on my wall, it’ll make a great decoration.”

“What the hell, what if we were naked? Don’t just go busting through—”

“Yeah because you obviously care if I know you two are fucking. ‘Don’t listen, baby! Tell me where you want my cum, baby!’” Yoongi mocks. Pillows are flying and insults are thrown as you watch them bicker sleepily, all fading into white noise as you begin to drift off.

Sleep itself feels like a blink, so exhausted that you don’t dream. Waking in the same position that you were last conscious in, the only difference in picture is the fact that: A) the sun is shining through Jimin’s skylight and B) Jimin is no longer in bed with you.

But before you can even question where he’s run off to, his sly self sneaks back into the bedroom, shirtless and face clean from washing up just now. You don’t even hide the fact that you look down to check out his tight briefs, metal detector in your brain trying to scope it out.

“You’re awake. Sorry if I was loud,” he smiles, crawling on top of you as you stretch out like a mangled cat. You shake your head, combing his hair back with your nails as he dips down into your chest. “I like when you wear my shirts.”

“That’s pretty stereotypical,” you whisper out, voice low and raspy from your slumber. This isn’t fair, you think, he got to brush his teeth already.

He sits up and gives you A Look, making you giggle and giving you the leverage to feel up his abs as he flexes haughtily.

“I can get used to this,” you purr.

“I bet you could,” he mumbles into your neck, nipping at the places he already marked last night. He doesn’t push, just relishes in your warmth and fondles you carefully as you continue to wake up and it makes you shiver.

“I wish you would’ve done this a long time ago,” you sigh.

“You hated me.”

“You didn’t make it easy for me to like you,” you retort, gasping when he bites your collarbone, “Now—Now I like you.”

He stops abruptly and pulls away, landing on his side with an elbow and tilting his head towards you, “Well, I hope you don’t start liking me too much.”

You squint, “W-Why? Don’t tell me this was just a one night stand or anything.”

“No! I mean, not just one night or whatever. I just—this is just casual, right?”

You all but bite your tongue to keep from lashing out, “What do you mean ‘casual’? You didn’t say anything about ‘casual’.”

“Oh, Y/N, c’mon. Did you really think we should date? Look at us, baby. We’re just not… each other’s types, you know?”

It’s about time you get up, shoving aside his warm blankets and grabbing your soiled uniform from the floor, “No, Jimin. I don’t know. I thought you were being genuine with me.”

“Hey, no, don’t leave,” he grabs your arm before you leave his bedroom, “Okay, there was some miscommunication. I’m not trying to be mean. Can I just… I don’t know, think about it? I’m just not used to this.”

Looking into his eyes for some sort of confirmation, your tensions subside. “I’m not a toy. If you don’t want to be with me, just say it.” The hurt he feels in your tone breaks his heart, for once. Would he really be willing to try something he knows won’t work?

For you, maybe.

“I do like you, Y/N. Just give me some time.” He pulls your arm once more, hoping you’ll stay. But you draw the line and pry his hand off politely.

“Of course I’ll give you time. I’ll see you later, okay?” He nods understandingly. He can’t feel butthurt when he’s the one putting you on ice, he knows that. So Jimin watches you leave in his shirt, mind clouded more so than when you arrived.

a/n: yay! you made it through the first part! if you liked it, feel free to let me know or ask any questions to the characters! xx, selene

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chapter-61 · 5 years ago

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CARRY ON COUNTDOWN DAY 15: Floral

AO3, POST-CARRY ON

It starts with a yellow tulip.

When Simon wakes up on the couch for the fifth day in a row, he doesn’t feel like getting up. What’s the point? He doesn’t have anything planned (as usual) and Baz has classes. Penny is gone for two weeks to visit Agatha, so he’s on his own.

He supposes he could visit his therapist, but he’s been ignoring their appointments for a while and it’d be awkward.

After a moment of consideration, he decides staying on the couch is the better option. He reaches for the remote on the coffee table but stops when he notices the flower. Simon doesn’t know much about flowers but he recognizes the tulip. It’s yellow and wrapped in plastic.

He frowns at it and sits up. Unless he started sleepwalking last night, he’s sure he didn’t put the flower there. Which only leaves Baz. But Baz had left yesterday evening after dinner, when Simon didn’t feel up to conversation, or anything else. He had felt bad, but the feeling was overshadowed by his discomfort of being in someone else’s company, so he didn’t say anything as Baz kissed him goodbye on the cheek.

Simon is certain Baz didn’t bring the flower with him, though, because he surely would’ve noticed. And Baz isn’t a flower person, right? He’s never said as much, anyway.

Maybe someone broke in, but why would they leave a flower? It doesn’t seem like anything was stolen either, so it’s very unlikely.

Which brings him back to Baz. He could’ve come back at night while Simon was sleeping to put the flower there, but he can’t figure out why.

“I suppose.” His voice is still a bit croaky from sleep and disuse.

Wrestling with his wings, he manages to stand up. Dizziness overcomes him and he almost falls back down, but he keeps upright. Mostly. He keeps his eyes on the flower.

When he’s steadier after a few seconds, he finally picks it up and lifts it to his nose. It smells nice. His mouth corners curl up and the smile on his face surprises him. It feels foreign, but he’s still holding the flower, so the smile stays.

Simon puts the flower down delicately and finds he has the energy to walk to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. Along the way, he picks up his mobile phone to send Baz a text.

To: Baz (9:14) thanks for the flower

He replies almost instantly.

From: Baz (9:15) You’re welcome. It’s a tulip.

To: Baz (9:15) i know

From: Baz (9:21) Alright.

After breakfast, Simon puts the tulip in an empty water bottle, and mostly forgets about it.

Until a few days later, when he finds another flower in the living room. The last few nights he always made it to his bed, an achievement he’s weirdly proud of.

This time, he doesn’t recognize the flower sort. He picks it up and examines it closely. It’s really pretty. The flower is mostly bright purple (magenta, he can hear Penny’s voice in his head), with multiple layers of petals. The magenta petals have yellow ends and circle the middle part of the flower (the stigma?), which is the same bright yellow.

A quick google search doesn’t seem to bring it up, so he opens his texts instead.

To: Baz (9:20) what type is this?

From: Baz (9:23) It’s a zinnia, part of the Heliantheae tribe. It’s related to the sunflower.

To: Baz (9:23) it’s very pretty

From: Baz (9:24) Try to keep it in a place with a lot of sunlight.

To: Baz (9:24) ok, thanks

He finds another empty water bottle on the counter, fills it with a bit of water and puts the flower in. It’s really nice and bright. He puts it on a window sill in the living room, where the sunlight hits it perfectly. It lights up the room, and Simon feels slightly warmer inside.

A week later, Simon wakes up later than usual. Baz stayed the evening, and they watched a movie together. He doesn’t really remember what movie it was, he was mostly watching Baz. His feet were in Baz’ lap and Baz had been gently massaging them. Simon couldn’t keep his attention on the movie after that.

When he exits his room and passes the window sill, he smiles at the flowers. He had his suspicions before, but now he’s sure Baz put a spell on them, because they still look as fresh as the day he found them. They still smell amazing as well, and the apartment hasn’t smelled this nice in a long time.

He’s so busy looking at the flowers while he passes, he almost misses the new flower on the coffee table. Simon can feel his smile grow when he walks towards it.

He picks it up and is pleased that he recognizes it.

To: Baz (10:45) a daffodil?

From: Baz (10:47) I’m impressed. Yes, it’s a daffodil. A jonquil, to be more exact. Narcissus jonquilla.

To: Baz (10:47) :D

He puts away his mobile phone and adds the flower to his collection. Then, he has an idea.

To: Penny (10:53) hey do u still have that flower book somewhere??

From: Penny (11:07) Good morning to you, too. You’re lucky we just arrived in New York or you’d be waking me up at 3am. Why do you need it?

To: Penny (11:07) i’ll tell u when u get back

From: Penny (11:08) Fine, it should be on a shelf in my room. Don’t break it, please.

He scoffs and goes to Penny’s room. Between the magic books and cooking books, there’s the one he’s looking for. The Language Of Flowers, by Chlorissa Anthis.

Simon tries to contain his curiosity as he takes the book with him to the couch. He opens the heavy book to the index, and looks for the first flower.

Tulips

There are many interpretations for tulips, depending on their color. Generally, tulips represent love. A red tulip stands for strong, true love, while purple symbolizes royalty. White tulips represent worthiness or forgiveness, and pink tulips can stand for elegance or gratitude. The most complex meaning has to belong to the yellow tulip. They used to represent hopelessness or unrequited love, but are now more commonly used as an expression for cheerfulness and sunshine. More than that, they’re used to compliment someone’s sunshine-like smile or beautiful eyes.

Oh. Well. That brings a sappy smile to his face.

To: Baz (11:17) you think my eyes are beautiful?

From: Baz (11:18) I have no idea what you’re talking about.

To: Baz (11:18) suuuuure

He looks over at the purple flower now. A zinnia, was it?

To: Baz (11:19) what color is the zinnia?

From: Baz (11:21) Are you turning blind? Do you need me to pick up a pair of glasses?

To: Baz (11:21) ha ha. indulge me

From: Baz (11:25) It’s mostly magenta, but mixed with yellow towards the ends.

Simon quickly turns to the index again and looks for the zinnia.

Zinnia

The zinnia is a tough flower and stands for endurance in many forms. It varies from standing by a loved one through a difficult time to a joyous endurance of daily remembrance. If the zinnia is red, it symbolizes the steadfastness of the heart and family, like a beating heart. A white zinnia stands for goodness, and magenta for lasting affection, even through harder circumstances. Lastly, a zinnia can have mixed colors, which means the gifter misses their absent friend/lover and wants them to know they’re still thinking about them.

That’s very different from the yellow tulip. He starts to doubt whether Baz actually meant something with the type of flower, or if he just picked the prettiest. But then he can’t help thinking of the night before, when Baz felt so far away while he was sitting right next to him on the couch. Simon’s always missing Baz, even when he’s nearby. Maybe the same goes for Baz. He’s never thought of it like that. And he supposes the distance between them could be seen as an absence of the other person.

If the book is to be believed, Baz wants to let Simon know that there’s still lasting affection from his side. Which he knows, of course, because why else would Baz still visit almost every day? On the other hand, he had started to doubt Baz’ feelings for him lately, with the giant hole between them nowadays. That’s Simon’s fault, though. He’s the one that’s been acting weird and distant and he wouldn’t fault Baz for wanting to put an end to it. Which brings him back to the significance of the mixed colours.

He takes a deep breath and looks for the daffodil family now.

Jonquil

A jonquil is a very romantic flower, but it can also be a symbol of sorrow. Legend says that this flower originates from the Greek myth of Persephone. In its purest form, the jonquil stands for desire and sympathy. Desire to have love and affection returned. A single jonquil commonly means ‘love me, please’. In the absence of reciprocated feelings, it is clear that the flower can represent sorrow as well.

These flowers are getting more and more depressing, Simon thinks. Does Baz not know how much Simon loves him?

He looks back on his behaviour towards Baz over the last few months, and is suddenly appalled. They’ve barely had long conversations, most of them happening over the phones, and Baz had always been the one to initiate it. Baz had also always been the one to initiate touches, and he took Simon on trips around the city without Simon asking.

Has he really been that detached from the love of his life?

As is often the case when he doesn’t know the answer to a question, he texts Penny.

To: Penny (11:35) am i a bad boyfriend? be honest

From: Penny (11:38) I wouldn’t say you’re a bad boyfriend to Baz, but you haven’t really been in a happy headspace in a while. I think Baz misses you, though, and you miss him. What is this all about? I’m coming home in 2 days, you two better be okay!

Instead of responding to Penny, he sends a text to Baz.

To: Baz (11:39) hey are u coming over tonight?

From: Baz (11:40) I was planning on it. Do you not want me to come?

To: Baz (11:40) nonono please come. i’ll make the food, you don’t have to bring anything

From: Baz (11:41) Are you sure, Simon? I don’t mind cooking.

To: Baz (11:41) very sure, it’ll work out dw

From: Baz (11:42) Alright. Now I’m curious. See you tonight.

Hope blooms in his chest. At least he hasn’t totally messed everything up with Baz yet. He checks the time and puts Penny’s book back. He should have plenty of time to make something edible.

A few minutes later, he’s out of the apartment and on his way to the grocery store.

On the way back home, he stops by a flower shop.

The doorbell rings a bit after 6, and Simon rolls his eyes. He saunters over to the door and opens it to a waiting Baz. Simon is stricken by how good he looks, and it’s not just the smile on his face.

“Hi,” he breathes.

“Hi,” Baz replies, with that beautiful smile still present.

Simon shakes himself and opens the door wider to let Baz in. “I know you have a key.”

“I do. I wanted you to open the door, though. Get some exercise in.”

Simon snorts as he walks back to the kitchen, suddenly feeling awkward. Is he supposed to greet Baz with a kiss? He wants to, and they’ve been together for over a year, so it should be okay. But he’s not sure how to do it. It’s been a while since he initiated contact between them.

Baz seems to know what’s on his mind, because when he turns back around, his boyfriend is right in front of him. Damn vampire.

“It looks so much cleaner here. Lighter. And something smells delicious.”

Before Simon can answer, Baz closes the distance between them and gives him a soft kiss. “Good evening, love.”

Simon can’t help the blush spreading over his face. “Hi.”

Baz chuckles and goes to lean against the kitchen counter. “You look better, too.”

“I feel better,” he replies honestly.

They smile at each other. Then, Simon says, “Thanks for the flowers.”

Now it’s Baz turn to flush. “Did you find out their meanings?”

“Wait here,” Simon says instead of answering, and he walks over to his room with a slight jump in his step.

He comes back with a single red rose. Baz looks at it with wide eyes.

“You know the meaning of this one?” Simon asks him.

“Of course I do,” Baz replies quietly.

Simon hands over the rose and pulls Baz to him, with his arms around Baz’ neck. “I love you,” he whispers, before he kisses him with all the power he has.

A single red rose signifies pure, fulfilled love. It’s an expression to convey the purest and deepest affection. I love you.

#<333 #carry on countdown #coc 2019 #carry on #day 15 #my fics

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actualbird · 3 years ago

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// cn server spoilers and much reactions from me, some n/s//f///w implied because this card is uh. theres a LOT to imagine.... also this is 1.2k words, im sowwy

SO I WATCHED THE WHOLE TRANSLATION OF THE LUKE BDAY2 SSR (heres the translation by Tiramisiyu on yt!!) and jesus fucking christ???

right off the bat, luke is in a Raven Persona for the mission. mc realizes this quickly and he needs her in the act to protect her and because of this they uh. WELL. 95% OF THIS CARD IS "MISSION MADE THEM DO IT" TROPE, I AM SO WELL FED

first, luke presses mc to the couch, he is on top of her, he is whispering into her neck. the target of the mission is like "HEY, RAVEN, WE ARE IN PUBLIC, DONT DO THAT!!" and luke is like fuck u, no. the Raven persona here is like...cool unhinged "i do what i want" JEALOUS and very very very quick to anger.

earlier, the target got too close to mc and luke seemed like he wanted to kill the dude right there in public. but luke's anger in this persona isnt just for him tho, it's to mc as well so that nobody is suspicious.

if u choose one specific choice, mc spills wine onto luke's shoes and he makes her clean it from the floor in front of everybody. jesus christ. hes scary but also hiiii, raven, are you free friday night? i'll clean anything u want me to, hihi~

setting change, theyre now in a "private" hotel room but luke (and hhh when he shifts out of the persona, his voice goes so gentle and kind) tells mc that the room could be bugged and the mirror in the room is a two way mirror and he hehhehHHEEEEE PRESSES HER AGAINST THE MIRROR, HER BACK TO THE SURFACE, SO THAT HE CAN, AND I QUOTE "[...] be the only one to see your expression."

SO LET'S ADD SOME POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR ONTO THAT JEALOUS, WRAOW!!

still, mc is just worried about luke and will do anything so that the mission is successful and that luke is safe. i cant handle these two, theyre so protective of each other.

target walks into the room and THIS TIME mc has pushed luke onto the couch and is on top of HIM and very close (god bless for femdom mc but also i just really love the shifting power dynamics in this card) and the target is like "UHHH...OKAY U GUYS R HAVING FUN BUT WE HAVE TO GO."

setting change: the target's mansion or something. luke has to talk to the target alone and leaves mc in a room but mc can reach luke anytime if she needs him (i forgot with what, i think he gave her a gadget for this). after that, another dude comes in trying to convince mc to betray luke and mc is like duh, not doing that, but then he touches her shoulders and eek eek eek. she SCREAMS and well

luke goes in and immediately kicks the dude to the floor, HARD. when he asks mc if shes alright, she fakes tears but also not because she genuinely was shaken by what happened and luke just apparently keeps his foot on that dude, pressing down hard and pressing down OFTEN, as he talks to the target who admits that he told the dude to do this to test mc if she was trustworthy

again, luke is scary. and i think mc is sitting on his lap when this is happening. the protective-ness in this card is so much

plot happens and target and dude leave luke and mc alone and they get some tender love and care from each other and WAIT I FORGOT ABOUT THE FLASHBACK SCENE.

story shows us that target and luke were discussing in another room and the dialog shows that the target is like "shame about your (biological) father" and luke is like "...." and then target is like "you used to be such a bright and happy child. what a pity." and oh my god...

luke admits to mc that that was a half lie. the "biological" father was another NSB agent and needed a fake son, and so luke was the fake son. and that NSB dad has a real picture of luke as a kid and he is happy there and...man.....look what happened. luke is still a ray of sunshine but like.....god, he hates himself so much now

and then luke says "oh yea i took a drug that stops me from getting drunk and it causes bad headaches but a warm shower helps" and mc pushes him to the bathroom where she prepped a warm shower and luke gets in to WASH HIM AND HIS CLOTHES LOL

luke: theres no door for this bathroom (what kinda kinky ass bathroom is this, lmao??)

mc: i wont peek!!

luke: i dont mind if you see me //loosens his tie. just reminding you.

thank u tot for starting luke's whore arc ohGOD THE NEXT SCNEE, WHAT WHAT WHAT

luke is like "the headache is still there...sensation somewhere else can distract me, tho" and then mc is like "oh?" and then the narrative says she REACHES INTO THE BATHWATER

AND THEN THE SCENE CUTS

WHYD U REACH IN THERE, GIRL??? I KNOW IT WASNT TO CHECK THE WATER TEMP!!!!! so like, they def fucked in that scene.

setting change: after a bunch of plot, target is apprehended but during that hes like "oh the whole house has bombs in it and i'll blow it up" and luke panics and protects mc and then target is like "oh i lied dw but im glad i saw what you did." implying that like, hes seen luke's weakness.

the one person luke cant lose.

i really hope this is revisited in future cards. maybe this target shares that info with others, that the invincible and fearless Agent Raven has a weak point thatll work every single time.

setting change: mission over, a few days later, mc and luke talk a bunch but i fastforward to when they go back to their old house bc mc is looking for the childhood pic of luke and they find it

and hHHHHH THE PICTURE FRAME IS PEANUT THEMED AND THERES EVEN A MYNA BIRD IN THE CORNER. LUKE HAS WANTED A PET BIRD SINCE HE WAS 3 YEARS OLD, I AM ON THE VERGE OF TEARS.

they have a very emo convo and luke says the line "now i am happy that i was born" and THANK GOD. it only took this sad sack of shit 2 years after reuniting with mc to get to this point, huh???? granted, he says this a bit irt to how hes happy because of her and not because of him but still, this is huge progress

and then apparently mc scraped her knees at some point in the story and luke lifts her up to a table and gets CLOSE and SCENE ENDS. OKAY. WELL, WHAT AM I SPOSED TO DO WITH MC ASKING FOR COMFORT AND ON A TABLE AND LUKE PROBLY BETWEEN HER LEGS AND THAT SCENE CUT??? THEY FUCKED. THANKS.

//drags my hands down my face. this card is so much, i love it SO MUCH

#tot spoilers #how do i live life normally after this card. theres so much to unpack #luke pearce #dootdootdoot

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blacknovelist · 5 years ago

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CLAUDE VON RIEGAN for the character meme pls?

BWOP HEADCANON MEME

C L A U D E V O N R I _ G _ _

C: Can they swim well?

Hm..... At first I thought yes, but keeping in mind upbringing.... I think he knows how to swim, and thusly can. He isn't like, captain of the swim meet but he ain't gonna be drowning anytime soon. So... yes?

L: What is their favourite board game?

Claude loves games like Betrayal at House on the Hill, which always change when you play them, along with more strategic ones such as Dominion. Between them though, I think he'd enjoy Dominion the most (though it's more like a card game than a board game, so maybe these two and Settlers of Catan can tie for fave).

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

Chemistry! Also, he'd totally be great at social studies and sociology classes u can't change my mind.

U: What’s their voice like?

Pre-skip, Claude tends to talk fast and hard. His every day voice is like a wall, see -- he uses them like shields painted with faces and puts them smack dab between him and others, tries to convince them that what comes out is what's inside. Worry reigns in him at how others see him and to speak is the best way to affect that, so he must speak quick.

Even when he's getting down deep he talks with a little hardness, but that one's because he isn't sure of himself, quite yet, still unsettled as a person. Still, when he gets more genuine, his speech slows. He sets them down from his heart, which must work to dredge these words up, as opposed to his mind, which whirls at top speed all the time.

Post skip, Claude's manner changes. With leading the Alliance comes the assurance of a leader -- his hardness and speed are unneeded, now, though they still yet come by sometimes. But he no longer needs words to form impressions for him. Claude had learned to do that with physical presence, with fewer words. There is no more worry or confusion on his goals, where he is going, what he will be. This Claude is a Claude who understands: that who he is now is the Leader of the Alliance; that he can love his people and be angry at their blindnesses both, that he can have the power to change that; that his teacher(s) are people he can trust, without fail, to be who they've always been.

D: How they react to being flirted with?

I know everyone portrays him as being smooth, and that's not wrong, but... I feel like Claude also has not considered being flirted with before. Given the difficulties he grew up with -- constantly attacked and hated seemingly without reason and certainly without his deserving it -- it wouldn't be a surprise to me if Claude even struggles with the idea of people genuinely liking him for who he is and how he presents himself. He'd hardly have been told he looks great by the very people who grew up despising his mixed blood.

So I think that if he's flirted with, while he will do his best to roll with it, his knee-jerk reactions and the feelings he will maintain in his heart is that of confusion and flustered-ness. Pre-skip especially. Post skip he'd be more used to it, seeing as everyone views him primarily positively at that time, but there's something about people genuinely flirting with him that, once it passes the Wary Anti-Betrayal part of his brain, kind of makes him go "hey hold on what????"

E: How are they with children?

I think he's okay with them! He'd be surprised at how much energy it takes to keep up with them, perhaps, and be caught off guard there -- and he takes a minute to get to know them, to get into the swing of caring about them. But he'd get there, and then I think he does well.

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them?

Canon facts Claude gets "annoyed" with characters like Judith, who share positions of power, appear unflappable, and who always seem just as prepared as he is. Continually, in GD route, Judith is the one person that can get under his skin, though he still clearly cares and thinks very highly of her. They verbally spar a lot!

So the best way to annoy Claude is to pester. Ironic, considering his method for gaining secrets is "relentless nagging" in his own words lmao. But tbh Claude is... less of a verbal nagger and more just sneaky and good with words. So like, he's way less of a nag than he might think.

When people undermine him -- his plans, or his words, or his thoughts -- in any way, minor or not, he tends to get frustrated, even if grateful for it. He's listed as disliking illogical arguments. Someone pestering him, or someone continually one upping in a way he can't argue with -- both these things would irritate him after a while.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

Claude's whole thing is built up on like... plans. Contingencies on contingencies. Out-thinking the enemy, figuring out the beats to their tactics so he can slip through the cracks. He accepts he is not the best but he puts pride into his skill at winning fights with minimal losses, at out-thinking the foe to the point of even trying to avoid fights, the point of ending what he can before it begins and in keeping the advantage when it can't be prevented.

So I think to break him would be someone using this penchant against him to kill his people, back him into a corner and conquer his lands. Turn his pride into the reason for death, in his eyes at least. Damned if you do and damned if you don't, see? But slowly. It has to be slow -- it can't be losses 24/7, it's gotta be a majority. He has to know he's being played with and that the hope exists so he can eventually lose even that.

He might lose his mind before he falls that far.

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

I imagine he usually eats fruit or granola bars -- easy to pick up and go!

R: What are their hands like?

Calloused and scarred but only a little, and especially in the fingers and palms. The backs of his hands probably have some old chemical scars, his fingers flecked with nicks from arrows and plants-of-ill-effect, palms leathery after all the bows shot (AND axes swung, come post skip).

They're warm when one takes them, and steady as the earth. Deft still, in spite of everything.

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

Claude, pre skip, hovered solidly in the 4-6 range. Fact, he's aware the people who attacked him as a child were wrong. Fact, being surrounded by people who hate and scorn you, even while beloved by family, affects you. This academy Claude is a Claude still learning, a Claude still coming into himself. He has faith in his abilities, yes, but that is not the same as self love.

Post skip, I think he's made the arduous journey into the 6-8 range. He's more assured, he spent years growing and training and waiting and you know what? He's allowed to be proud, to be happy, to be sure of himself now. And it's difficult to be -- he still dips, as we all do -- but he tries.

G: How do they flirt?

Claude strikes me as one to flirt more with actions and indirect statements than anything. A flower in one's hands, a cup of tea shared, a difficult admission of trust or emotion where he'd have hidden before. It's a lot of little moments until the time comes that he is ready to confess or confront about it, or until the target of his affection notices and confronts first.

He wouldn't flirt with someone he does not want to flirt with -- on a related note, he wouldn't flirt with someone he isn't sure he can put faith in.

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they mustve implied Sexuality in their assaults its inexplica ble #lawyers .@law @law .@laws .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc _whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom separate it clearly tha t itis not sexuality but them imply that that thereisno frivolou s gains but them imply that that even if some would fit prefe rence, does not undo allthe assaults that are beyond good and ev il that it iiiiis about them and that all knew that ******* the gain the benefit the what for was in something else than abo ut that guy letalone about sexuality ofthat guy ******* this. is probably not separated clearly checkthat youre the pro s /// dont get nuts over it, its not so complicated: because. it. is. intel. it.is .all about. which. trick. works. t histime. get furious about it not nuts about it itis lay er1 causing authorities with control accomplice rapedmolested d amamged themselves whatthey can host layer2 cockroaches immu nsied todowhat wish hope pretend youre their underhuman candowhatt heywant with civillians usually willalways try sth . coordinated more orless or invited orho sted only as proxies dont get nuts about it get mad about it isuggest: a sero tolerance dont touch it. offthewalls. off t he health. itdoesntmatter what youwant whatyoupretend what youtry donttouchit. if youre support coordinate with support your ideas are: /// what doyou do about 19years of microscopy while they shuffled sexual asssault then someone germancures your nuts to a smeary fatty or sth because they s u s p e c t something this. itisntjust shuffled sexual assault itisn tjust deedtyped allalong iit is deedtyped after daytimechargin g it repeatedly risking allmyrights and anything to because thecausing authorities quell the charging and thefix the fix is letmore and shuffle more sexual assault and try togive it an alibi nomatter how counterfactuall this. what is agains t this. //// lawyers ofmine ******** had one single tri ck worked unthinkable what wouldhappen next: disassemble this trick ie: because we declare h im nuts we dont compensate what we overtape allalong because he aeh molests little furry sexcat s and sex hedgehogs, we must not compensate what we damage rape and smear. this ********** had one trick worked unt hinkable ////// #lawyers law .@laws .@harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom what is the state ofmind of the charged gover nment: when they just have to find a trick that puts you inyourpl ace a trick that you give up atrick that resets your brain a trick that shows they dominate you and you must obey like youha ve no choice this is the stateofmind this itis idont care whatthey fake idont care howthey goodcop badcop idontcare how they play sorry theyrenot this. is their stateofmind what do you do about it it explains a long long lattice o f messes and dirty tricks furthermore ////// #sexland #se x #land @all @world @globe @booking .@law .@laws .@harvard_law @ ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @haaretzcom youjustdont getit the german goverme nt rapes thecivil population that is not immunised agains t intel coma s wheres the news they porn the c r a p out of em they sell em as sexslave on intelcoma if they can th ey preplan their careerrs and setemup who exploits who first an d benefits how they controlem like forehead braincooked foo ls like children like fools they hold as underhuman exploitable underhumans that is the basis of it all when a civillian d aytime charged the basis oftheir security system: they did any harm they remotely had then used proxies then played good cop bad cop hunting them ebcause we forced em to and this is the basis ofthe case guilty liable causing criminal governm ents that dowhatthey want withthe civil population charged d aytime for staying damamges and coverup and hightheft using their security system as prison gig t rick is that clear now itis not a single case itisnot the g erman hookerofthe land itis one of 60million abused civillia ns that charged the crap out of em for whatthey did here with the civil population for70years ////// btw2 get allthe clowns offmy privacy superp rivacy i n t i m a c y the scums meld their perverts onthe case and see if later daytiem any thing is confirmation tothat thenits confirmed orsth jail as stoyer dicktoyermolester itis disgusting cockroaches that rei nterpret on deeply intimate things after raping and pedo sexual a ssaulting nomatter how often idaytime chbarge it i am furious about it the cockroaches braindamamge forehead and suffocate the c r a po outof me and damamge eraseme ihate em its legit to and iam furious about it idaytime chargedit atleastfive times locally and fivetimes eu they shuffle se xual assault repeat humiliate and seee how pervert you are co ifirmation i hate them idontlive by hate minors wemu st rescue but the scums get offfffthe case andif wehave tohun t the scums for the authorities the authroties gotojailwit hem they host em coverem anyway host em whenthey cant tax it a trickfailed then itnensified pedo tricks thisishowit wor ks its criminal government authrotieis criminal authori ties shuffling proxies guilty liable accomplice control usua lly maybe unbriefed fools that get shit into their head to mes s wit an excuse sero tolerance with sexual abuse sexual assault the authorities do their job and hunt thw eir cockroaches and if we must theygotojailwith the scums they sat and let rapes poisosn rapes galore arbitrary wh attttheywant whowants cinema grocerystore chameber arbitra ry rapoes rape inschool and cinema arbtirary rtape ******** rape allthtime manytiems deedtyped w e force the m to huntheir cockroach german cockroaches thatthey are withthe authroities or they gotojail both withthe scums when wem ust huntem an this we must do ***************** //// lawyer s that is 90billion euro s fortune of earned tbhings with wh at icould ninety billion before like 67billion do you wonder what scums would do when they think its vulnerable or get access with a trick beit separating it away from that guy they dowaht they want with and act like its mysteriously cre ated not from what thatguy could and did it is ninety billi on a share of which wealth generated you donot make it vulne rable to anyone a matter of granted or not granted if a trick wo rks or sth itis daytime court demanded ina mess where t hey quell immunisation and quzelled the case intothe daytimebubb le inthe firstplace they shuffle tricks like bum med s or b raindamamged fool careers and its just your own fault that you my steriously didnt pick a dayfool career while allrealdeal wouldnt matter this shit you get off me and you get rational about what kinds of scums wi ll a l w a y s try sth a bout the fortune if it seems arbitrary separated away fromthat guy and thatguys performance systemic trickery to be g r a n t e d maybe when he doestn rememeber or is incapacitated and allthese shits if he as dayfoolsomehow something the y trashcan killtrick and harm and hookertrick and degrade as if 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Day 3: Delirium

(The Umbrella Academy x Sandman)

Klaus knew he was in trouble.

He had overdosed again. He tried to stay clean, for Ben and Vanya, for his other siblings, and for Dave. He so very much wanted to see Dave.

But. He tried, okay. Tried so very fucking hard, and everyone was so focussed on Vanya that his efforts weren’t exactly…supported. Ben, of course, knew. And Klaus was grateful to have him. And he didn’t really blame everyone for not paying attention to him. They never really did that in the first place, unless he was causing trouble. And this time, it was because Vanya had nearly ended the world and he got that. He really did. He was trying to be there for them.

But. He was an addict, okay. He can admit that. And…it was so hard to stay clean. He was so fucking high right now. He was so fucking sick right now. And Ben was yelling at him again.

“Fuck! I can’t do this again, Klaus! You were doing so well! Fuck! I can’t even pick up the phone to call the ambulance can I! No! You are going to die in this alleyway and then I’m going to have nobody to talk to and, and, and you can’t leave me alone! Please, Klaus, please! Shit, okay, I’m going to try and get help, okay? I’m going to try.”

Klaus felt himself drift. Ben was still talking, but then suddenly everything was quiet. He didn’t really get how he could still hear Ben with all the drugs in his system, but the other spirits had quieted down. And now, finally, Ben was gone too. He was going to die alone. Like he fucking deserved. His eyes shut, closing over tears that never fell and let the fog take him…

Next thing he knew there was something licking his face. Okay, still alive. Still dying. Probably. He opened his eyes.

Well. Where was he? This wasn’t the alleyway anymore. Maybe he wasn’t dying and he was already dead. But this wasn’t heaven. This was…he wasn’t sure. There were explosions of colours and shapes twisting in and out of existence and he felt simultaneously the highest he’s ever been and stone cold sober. He felt like he was awake and dreaming at the same time.

And in the midst of all this madness, there was a rather ordinary looking dog, who was licking his face.

“Well, hey there, boy. You wouldn’t happen to know the way back to reality now, would you?”

He didn’t know what to expect at this point. And yet it still startled him when the dog stopped licking his face and spoke back. “Ah. You’re awake. Good. You don’t taste very good.”

Klaus frowned. “Actually, I’m a snack. A delicious- wait. I’m…awake.” He sits up and looks around. Nothing was solid. There was no up and no down and he had no clue what he was sitting on because reality kept changing. Okay, he was definitely going crazy. “I don’t think I’m awake.”

“Hm. Well. In a manner of speaking. And in another, you’re dead.”

“Huh.”

“You don’t sound surprised.”

“Well, I’ve been dead before. And really, I was asking for it anyways.”

The dog tilted its head, considering him, “I should be more specific. You’re only mostly dead, this time. This isn’t Death’s realm, but her sister’s.”

“…mostly dead? What am I? The man in black now?” Klaus hadn’t seen the movie until his teens, when he was homeless and couch-surfing. Or rather bed-surfing. And old lover had the movie on VHS.

“I don’t know what that means.” The dog huffed and then said, “I’m Barnabas, by the way. Not that you asked.”

“Aw, what an adorable name!” Klaus tried to pet him, but Barnabas looked mildly offended and ducked his head away. He looked like he was about to say something snippy when a bunch of brightly coloured fish swam past his head. Klaus had been trying to ignore his surroundings for the sake of his own sanity, but this caught his attention.

And then the…strangest voice followed after. “Ohhh, fishies! Come back here! …Hi, Barnabas!” He couldn’t really describe it. He could understand it, and for the most part it sounded like a young women’s voice, but something was distinctly…otherworldly. The voice sounded how this world looked. Chaotic, ever-changing, pitches and stresses in all the wrong places. It would have been called musical, if it wasn’t so discordant.

And then a figure stepped out of the swirls of colours and then he realised that nothing was ever going to make sense in here. She was colourful herself. Rainbow hair cut in an odd style. Two different coloured eyes and the oddest combination of clothes.

Though, honestly, he couldn’t say anything about his clothes. Currently, he was sporting the same outfit he wore in the real world and, frankly, wasn’t to off from this figure’s choice of clothes.

Well, at least they had something in common. “Nice shoes,” he tries.

The woman (girl? Young lady?) was talking to the dog and the fish, but turned to him at the sound of his voice. She drifted closer and peered down at him.

“Well, hello there, traveler. You seem a little lost.”

Klaus shrugged. She giggled. “Welllll, I suppose that’s, uh, that’s what you call life, now, isn’t it? Just a little bit lost and a lot bit lost! Go-ing on Forever!”

Barnabas came a bit closer to her, to sit beside her, not quite touching, but close. Like he meant to offer her comfort. She absentmindedly scratched his ears, but still didn’t look away from Klaus. Oh, was he supposed to offer a reply?

“Well, I’m hoping that’s not the case. I’ve been trying, lately, you see, to settle down a bit. Stay clean and, y’know, be there for my family. Try to…have a home, a proper one.” His voice grew more unsure as he continued to speak.

She was staring at him as he spoke, but not in his eyes. Just looking there briefly and then looking at his shirt and then his hair. Listening, but just couldn’t keep completely still. As she did, her nail polish changed colour and her ears changed shape and the rainbow in her hair shifted. This whole place was topsy-turvy. Strange how a talking dog named Barnabas was the sanest thing in here.

She looked back up briefly into his eyes and then down at her feet. “It’s Nice to do things for fa-mi-ly. I have many Siblings too. I like to help them sometimes. You said I have nice shoes. Would you like to wear them? We can trade!”

“Um.” Klaus wasn’t really sure what to say. “I don’t think our feet are the same size?”

She frowned. “Oh, what does that matter? Its just for fuunnn. C’mon!” And she proceeded to take off her shoes. Which, were just as colourful as her hair. Rainbow boots that had really neat buckles shaped like the fish that swam around their heads.

His were a solid black heel, stolen from Allison. They pinched his toes, not being the proper size, but they made his legs look gorgeous.

Allison probably wasn’t going to be happy to learn her shoes were traded away, but then again, she probably wasn’t going to be happy with him either way. If he ever made it back, that is.

He decided he should probably say all that out loud, and then he did, because they really weren’t his shoes, but the girl in front of him just sat down to better take of her shoes. “Oh, you’ll get out of Here eventu-ally. I like you, but you’re not mine to keep.” She finally managed to pull off both her boots. She was wearing mismatched socks, but those seemed to vanish. “And your family is just worried about you. If your sssister is mad, it’s only because she cares. You should ask them for help.”

He shrugged and easily kicked off his own shoes, accidently kicking it too close to Barnabas. The dog just looked long-suffering.

“They just think I’m useless and crazy. Well, maybe not Ben, but I’m not exactly doing my best there, y’know? He deserves to follow someone else around. Someone who won’t disappoint him again.”

The girl hummed. “They say I’m crazzzzy too. But that’s alright. Mad-ness isn’t always a Bad thing….it helps when I know too much. Sometimes its nice to have a break from san-i-ty.” Here she started to slip on the heels and gestured at the boots, so Klaus grabbed one and put it on, stamping a little to get his heel in. Huh. Perfect fit. She continued, “And just because I’m mad, doesn’t mean my siblings don’t care about me. Doesn’t mean I don’t care about them. We aallll make mistakes, even Beings such as us, even little ones such as you, and we…oh, shoot, Barnabas! What’s the word? The- the Big one.”

She glanced around as if the word she was looking for would suddenly appear. “You know. When the butterflies are iiiinn your body instead of outside them. Like stepping off the edge of a cliff, but knowing there is Someone to catch you, or for you to catch them.”

Barnabas opened his mouth to say something, but she snapped her fingers (which made Klaus do a doubletake when the snap sound created visual shockwaves of colour, like they were in some sort of comic book), and then said, “Oh! Love! It’s lo-ve. We all love each other the same. They loved me when I was Delight, and they still love me as Delirium. I mean, look at Bar-na-bas!” She gestured with a heel in her hand. The dog sat a little straighter. “He was a gift to me from one of my bro-thers, to care and look afterrr me, and we’ve become such good friends! Destruction cares in his own way, and I know your siblings do too. You just got-ta….gotta ask, okay?”

Barnabas smiled slightly. It looked a bit weird on a dog, but it seemed gentle. “I think we are the very best friends, my dear Delirium.”

She put the other heel on and bounced up onto them, smiling at them both, at the world around them, at the tiny fish swimming above her head. The black of the heels swirled with spots of colour, but mostly stayed the same.

Klaus finished doing up the buckles on both shoes and stood up too. He reached a hand up and the fish swam through his fingers and around his arm. The rainbow shoes felt warm and comfortable on his feet. He felt a bit giddy. He gave her a big grin and said, “Yeah. Okay. Sure. If I ever manage to get out of here, I’ll ask. Why not!”

She gave him a grin in return. To match. Though hers stretched a little too far on her face. Still friendly, but not exactly a human smile. Her eyes changed colours too, but never the same colours at the same time. A fish swam in front of her face and this distracted her from him.

“Well, how do I get out of here anyways? Not that I don’t mind your company, I should be getting back to the real world.”

She looked back at him and seemed to startle a little bit. “Ohhhh, what were we talking about?”

He blinked and looked at her and then looked at Barnabas, who said to her, in a reassuring manner, “It wasn’t important. Klaus was leaving soon anyways.”

“Hm. My he-ad hurts. Was I talking Rightly again? That always Hurts.”

“Yes, Delirium, but you don’t have to anymore. Why don’t we help Klaus go home and then play with the fish?”

Klaus frowned at Barnabas in confusion. Delirium laughed joyfully and said, “Well, hell yeah! There’s only a few swimming around, buuuut I can make more!” She proceeded to spin around and do exactly that.

Barnabas sidled closer to Klaus and said, “She does that, sometimes.”

“What? Forgets?”

“No. Remembers. The advice she gave you? How coherent she spoke? Does not happen often. You should take heed. The knowledge she has…is vast. So vast that it seems to…hurt her. Now, it’s time for you to go.” He didn’t say this roughly, but there was a sadness when he spoke.

“Thanks,” Klaus said, heartfelt. “And thank her for me, too, even if she doesn’t remember.”

Delirium wandered back over with a great many more fish swimming around, some bigger than others. Some so small he could barely see in the swirl of colours and shapes. “Oh yes! You!” She tapped him firmly on the forehead and said, “Say the magic words!”

“Um, please-”

“Wrong, so wrong. Try again.” And here she clicked her new heels three times.

Klaus couldn’t help it. He laughed. He saw that movie too. And then he copied her action and said the “magic” words, “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no pla-”

And then he was in an ambulance, the paramedic’s expression triumphant and relieved. Ben, hovering over him on the other side, looked similar.

“Klaus, don’t ever do that to me again. You are so lucky there was this goth lady around. Apparently, you aren’t the only one that can speak to the dead. She was pretty Zen about the whole thing. Said it wasn’t your time and managed to find a nearby payphone. She didn’t even ask why I couldn’t call the ambulance myself!”

Ben sounded a bit hysterical. The paramedic seemed to be chattering away as he checked Klaus’ vitals. Klaus felt himself tearing up. He could still feel the drugs in his system. “I’m so sorry, Ben. I can’t do this-”

“C’mon, Klaus! I know you’re stronger- what about Dave-”

“No, shit, Ben, just- I can’t do this alone, okay? I-I really need. I need help. I want to stay clean. Please. I just- please. I can’t do this alone.”

The paramedic wasn’t paying attention to his babble, too focussed on actually keeping him alive, but Ben was listening intently. He tried to lay his hand on Klaus’ shoulder, but his hand passed through. Klaus shivered. Ben looked disappointed, but not surprised. He settled for leaning over, close to Klaus’ face, and said, “Never, Klaus. I’m here, okay. And the others…we’ll ask for help from them too. We’re all trying to be a family, right? And….and whatever you need.”

Klaus felt tears in his eyes and with a rough voice he said, “Thank you, Ben. I always knew you were my favourite brother.”

Ben rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged the corner of his lips. “Oh, please. I’ll remember that next time you say that to any of our other siblings.”

“Why would Allison or Vanya be my favourite brother?”

“Fuck off, you know what I meant.” Okay, definitely a smile now.

And then Ben happened to glance at his feet. “Klaus, where the hell did you get those?”

Klaus looked at his feet and saw that he wasn’t wearing Allison’s heels, but rainbow boots. Huh. So not a drug-induced dream.

“Klaus?”

“I’ve been thinking, Ben.”

“Oh no. I didn’t know you could do that.” He gestured at the boots. “Are you not going to answer?”

Klaus ignored him and stared at the boots. “I’ve been wondering if they might allow aquariums in rehab.”

Ben stared at him a little. But he was also long used to Klaus saying weird stuff. “Well. If we manage to use some of dad’s fortune for rehab, they’ll allow us as many fish as we want. If…if that’s what you wanted the aquarium for.”

It was…so fucking nice to hear Ben using “us” and “we” like that. He knew Ben was stuck with him, but it felt…. like he wasn’t alone. That Ben meant it. That he was going to have help this time, from the whole family. And if they used dear old dad’s money…well. That would be icing on the cake. Petty? Yes. Deserved, even beyond the grave? Hell yes. He’s glad that he didn’t have another visit from him. He doesn’t think he could stand anymore revelations or disappointment from him. He’d take a bizarre realm of multi-coloured girls and fish and talking dogs any day.

Though, he really didn’t want to go back any time soon. Being mostly dead was exhausting.

“Yeah, Ben, fish. Lots of colourful fish.” His voice sounded further away, like hearing himself through a long tunnel. Klaus could feel his eyes droop closed.

Ben laughed softly. “Anything you need, Klaus. Have some nice dreams for me, will you?” Klaus’ eyes were closed, but for a flash, he thought he saw someone above him. He couldn’t see features, just a strange helmet and black robes. A pale hand sprinkled shining dust onto him. Onto his closed eyes. And then the figure was gone.

And he swore, right before he drifted off to sleep, that he felt Ben’s hand on his shoulder. But then again, it could have just been his imagination.

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just-some-random-blogger · 6 years ago

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One Million In One Day | 4

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 ? Characters: Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, Im Jaebum, etc. Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you.

Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Dumbness, drinking, mentions of infidelity, annoying-ness, etc.

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My heart dropped as I rummaged through this tiny, tiny purse that was just an accessory basically. After moments of looking and looking, and coming across with nothing, it was decided. I groaned in utter annoyance and almost ripped my scalp off if it wasn't for the fact I spent hours curling my hair to perfection.

I caNNOT BELIEVE I left my phone at home.

I whine and stomped my feet lightly, not wanting to disturb the driver of the taxi I was in. He didn't deserve that.

I huffed and crossed my arms. Oh well.

This was it, and at least I had my keys and wallet with me. Nothing was going to ruin this.

I wonder if Nari was already there.

I paid the driver once I got to my destination and went my way, inside the exclusive party. I turned to tell the bouncer my name but oddly enough, he spared me no look and simply moved aside and let me in. I... huh, thoughtful?

I blinked rapidly as I walked in the place.

Wait... do you know what that means?

It means I, me, ME, I have an effect on people. But why? It's neve-- wait, is it because-- because of this dress.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stalked down the hallway, making it into the dim, loud, smoky, dizzying place that made my stomach churn and my hands sweat.

Where is Nari?

I chewed the inside of my lower lip and watched where I was going. I went to the sides, avoiding the crowd at all costs, hearing a few heys and some how are you beautiful on the side, making me want to gag though my lips haven't even touched alcohol yet.

Suddenly, a very distinct shriek pierced my ears and I looked up to find the source. And there Nari was with a big grin, waving her hands at me as if I was some sort of celebrity.

"Oh my gosh!" she gasped, shimmying through the crowd. "You bought really did buy the dress!"

I chuckled nervously and nodded. I can't tell her about Jackson.

"Yeah. I... I thought it was about time, y'know, in this long time coming."

"Damn straight, jagiya!" she eeked in approval. "Oh when Jaebum sees you, he's gonna--" she cut herself off and then slapped my arm. I whined at the random action.

"What the h--"

"Jinyoung has been calling me for hours! Why haven't you answered his calls?! Is it because he doesn't want you to go to your ex's party."

My brows quirked, "Jinyoung's been calling me?"

Nari scoffed, and seemed that sh was about to attack me, but then she realized something. "Don't tell me, you forgot your phone again, didn't you?"

I rolled my eyes, "No shit Sherlock! Text Jinyoung and tell him I'm fine, ho."

She rolled her eyes, "You do it!"

"Nari! Just tell him this: she's with me, and is fine."

My best friend gave a prolonged groan and pulled her phone out. "Get me a drink then, ho. Reception is bad by the bar for some reason."

I chuckled and nodded, "Fine. Wait for me here then. I'm not particularly fond of hanging around the bar."

Nari nodded. I moved past her and went through the sea of people, gritting my teeth whenever sweat skin made contact with mine. I shuddered at the revolting atmosphere around me that gave me nothing but revolting sensations. Once I was spat out of the crowd that shoved itself against me, I huffed in both relief and frustration, gripping my glittering dress and strutting to the bar. The bartender gave a smile and nodded, immediately asking, "What can I get you?

I pursed my lips, "The sweetest cocktail you have, please."

"I'll make it sweeter for you." the bartender winks, making my eyebrows raise and my head to pull back. I brushed my sweaty nape and chuckled as the man behind the bar got to preparing my drink.

I laughed quietly by myself as I looked around the place.

JB really knows where the hottest places are at. He'll be a great businessman.

"Hey."

I looked over my shoulder, to where the voice came and looked at the man with widening eyes. His hair grew longer since the last time we met, but it still suited him, because, well, he was him.

"It must be your first time here," he spoke while his pointer and middle finger flattened my hair. It was a habit of his. He took a sip of the drink he had in hand then continued, "And the world must be good to me because it's my birthday."

I looked at him, astonished, in pure and utter disbelief, and chuckled loudly, "Don't you know who I am?"

The man seemed to take the questioning statement as a challenge. He leaned him, smelling his cologne and subtly of alcohol. "I could... know you real good."

I my mind went spinning and I just had to turn away.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I snipped, whipping my head back to him.

His face remained playful, but I saw how slightly his eyes dropped. "No," he replied the same way he did the first time I asked him a similar question.

"No?" I scoffed out a chuckle, "Are you sure? Isn't her name Jisoo or something."

It was then he visibly showed tension.

I felt tears well in my eyes but I blinked them away. I turned away and rubbed my nape, digging my fingers into roots of my hair. "I can't believe you're drunk already. Has your tolerance went down since last year?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What?" I repeated as I looked at him, "Do you really not remember me, Bum-ie oppa?"

Just then the bartender came back with my order and I took it without hesitation. The man before me was struck by lightning or realization. I took a sip of the drink in my hand and then clicked it against his, "Happy birthday, cheater. Good to know you want back what you've broken."

I turned away from him and swayed my hips away from the imbecile. Apparently though, he wasn't embarrassed enough by our encounter and called my name, pulling me by my arm. I looked at him over my shoulder and he dared to push my hair back behind my ear. He spoke my name again and so I reciprocated.

"Jaebum." I spoke with venom.

"Wh-wait. Ya... You look amazing."

I scoffed and roughly pulled my arm out of his grip, "I've always looked amazing, you bastard." I turned around and downed the drink in one go as I walked back into the sea of people.

"Ya! Where's my drink?" Nari asked as I gave her the empty glass. I saw a bunch of frat boys drinking soju and so I pushed my best friend aside and went to them.

"Hey, boys. Can I have some soju?"

They all turned to me and nodded profusely. I then took their bottle and drank it all the way back to Nari. She looked bewildered, mortified at me and my actions. "YA! WHAT THE HELL?"

"Jaebum-ah."

Nari pulled her head back, "Ya! I'm not your cheating ex-" "I saw him." I spoke, out of breath and hot blooded.

"You did?" Nari spoke in surprise and concern.

"Yeah and he thought I was someone else and hit on me!"

"HE HIT ON YOU! WAAHHH WHAT A DOG--" "I'm so pretty he hit on me!"

Nari held back her laughter as I took her hand, "Ya... I need you to take thousands of hot pictures on me okay. I have to show someone."

She chuckled but pulled her phone out, nevertheless. "If that someone is Jaebum, count me in."

"NOOOOO!" I scoffed, "it's Jackson!"

Nari stilled, "who's Jackson?"

"He's my sugar daddy! Ya, don't you know I'm so pretty he asked me to go out on a date with him and pay me a million for it."

The woman threw her head back in laughter.

"YA! I'M NOT LYING!"

"Okay, jagiya. I believe you." Nari breathed out, "Waaah, I can't believe you're already that drunk."

Nari took my pictures and filmed me while I danced and drank, and danced, and drank, and drank again, and again, and I think I seduced Jaebum or something, because the same Nari was pulling me away for something.

I don't know what.

"Here," I was handed to someone like a package.

"She drank a one-fourth bottle of soju, two cocktails and a bunch of half finished drinks from strangers."

I looked at the man I was leaned up against and caressed his cheek, "You're pretty."

He looked down on me with raised eyebrows, "and you smell horrible."

"Ya, Jinyoung-ah, the correct response is to say you're prettier."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrists, spinning around and carrying me behind his back. I grunt and hit my nose of his head, causing both of us to grunt.

Nari whined, "Just let her die, honestly."

"You read my mind." the man I was propped on growled.

"URSA MAJOR IS JUST A HOAX! I'VE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE."

"You can't tell the constellations apart for the life you," Jinyoung noted, adjusting his drip on me.

"You can still dump her body in a dumpster, Jinyoung." Nari offered.

He sighed, "Nah, she's not worth potentially getting caught and sent to jail for."

Jinyoung started walking off and Nari waved goodbye before heading back in. The bouncer however did not let her enter, which made her shout at him in annoyance.

"Yaaaa, stoooop! I still have to take pictures for Jackson!"

"Who's he?"

"He's the one who bought me the dress."

"Ah, you're sugar daddy? Nari sent you your photos for him." Jinyoung spoke as he put me into the front seat of some car.

"How do you know? Did you steal my phone?"

Jinyoung went into the front seat and opened the engine. He chuckled and drove his car back, "She called me, and told me."

"Why would she tell you?"

"Because I called her, knowing you."

"Knowing me?"

Jinyoung drove forward and glance at me quickly, "Knowing how you get around Jaebum."

"Ew! Don't talk about him!"

Jinyoung chuckled softly.

"Nari didn't call you to pick me up though."

"What?"

"She was too busy taking pictures of me. You came here to kidnap me." I spoke, crossing my arms.

Jinyoung pursed his lips as I continued, "I won't give you my heart."

There was silence. The driver gripped the steering wheel. "You can't sell any of my organs to the black market."

Jinyoung gave a breath. His eyes crinkled. "Ya... no one would want any of your organs. You're too unhealthy. Mine on the other hand, would cost billions." The man struck a pose and I hissed between my teeth.

"Who is Jackson though?" a long minute of silence was broken by that sentence. I huffed at the question asked by the person beside me, "I told you, he's my sugar daddy. He's gonna make me rich."

Jinyoung pursed his lips, "Are you seeing him?"

"I'm seeing you, pabo."

There was nothing but silence at this point. "Sure, let's see each other then." Jinyoung spoke after a while, deciding for himself.

I shrugged, "Sure."

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Yucky Mushy Boys and Happy Death Day 2 U (Todoroki Shouto X Reader)

Lol yes I know I'm late for Valentine's Day but hey here's one for you guys! Happy Late Valentine's Day!! Once again, sorry for any OOC-ness, but still enjoy! :3

Not gonna lie lol Ed Edd n Eddy’s Hanky Panky Hullabaloo inspired me with this one. XD

Summary: Reader-chan is disgusted by Valentine’s Day no thanks to a childhood friend, but doesn’t know that she has an admirer.

Featuring: IcyHot!!

Don’t worry lol I won’t tell no Happy Death Day 2 U spoilers but it IS a good movie! :3

You were nervous as hell as you quivered in your shoes as you walked alongside your best friends Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida and Todoroki in your school’s hallways. All decorated with pink banners and heart shaped things plastered on the walls in the spirit of the holiday.

It was Valentine’s Day, which only meant one thing.

Yucky Mushy Gushy Lovey Dovey shit.

The thought alone made you cringe as you put your hand over your mouth, ALMOST tempted to vomit at the thought. Romance wasn’t something you were big on, ever since you were young it terrified you and for the longest time you just convinced yourself that the thought of being with anyone was yucky and too mushy-gushy for your liking.

And deep down, you also believed that nobody would even like you that way anyway based on how much people picked on you all those years growing up, especially Bakugou, who seemed hellbent on picking on you with Midoriya. So in return, you called THEM yucky and evil before they got a chance to call you yucky. It worked for you for years too. You avoided all sorts of romance and never pursued anyone for the sake of protecting yourself and stopped letting Bakugou's insults and everyone else's insults get to you.

Valentine's Day however, was something you couldn't really stop since it always came back every year, and somehow bigger than the year before. Just like a Taylor Swift song. And another blonde always made sure to pick on you the most during Valentine's Day when you were both kids, constantly saying 'Gross Girls like you don't get any Valentine's!'. But you were grown now, and Bakugou was the gross one! Not you!

“Oh God… look at this shit…” You mumbled a little bit, almost freezing up just staring at the pink and red adorned on the walls, however, you saw that Midoriya and Iida appeared to be blushing. “It’s Saint Valentine’s Day. I can only hope none of our classmates or schoolmates decide to engage in reckless or inappropriate behavior. The holiday is romantic, but it could enable students our age to not do suggestive things…” Iida remarked, his cheeks a light pink at the thought, albeit there was some hope in his eyes since Valentine’s Day gave his peers opportunities to feel tender emotions and possibly confess to a special someone.

“Isn’t it all so cute?! I love Valentine’s Day! It’s such a fun holiday! Getting to buy sweets and give something nice to that special someone… Don’t you guys think?” Uraraka cheerfully asked as she blushed a little bit, earning a darker blush from both Midoriya and Iida.

“R-Right! I-It is… r-really uhh… n-nice… e-especially the uh… d-decorations and… t-the idea of it…” Midoriya stammered out with an extremely nervous, wide-eyed look, his face turning bright red at the mere idea of romance and tenderness.

“I never understood the point of this holiday.” Todoroki said, his expression as stoic as ever when he looked to see all the decorations. The holiday confused him since during his time in elementary and middle school he would always get these cards and heart-shaped things, chocolates and other candies from girls, and some boys. But he never understood why those boys and girls all gave him those things. He wasn’t ‘special’, he barely even knew those boys and girls so it made no sense to him.

Naturally, this didn’t entirely surprise you, Midoriya, Uraraka or Iida. “Well you see Todoroki, many people have accused this holiday of being an invented one, but the main purpose of this holiday is to make an exchange of meaningful gifts towards a person you feel... r-romantically inclined towards.” Iida was the first to explain the basics of Valentine’s Day, even though talking about it was making him blush a brighter hue of pink.

“Yeah! Valentine’s Day is a day all about love! Any kind of love too, familiar love, platonic love but… it’s like Iida said… it tends to be about romantic love… and letting the person you like know how you feel…” Uraraka added with a shy grin, blushing harder as she did so, and you nearly gagged when she and Iida said the ‘R’ word.

“Romantic?” Todoroki stated to blush ever so slightly when Uraraka and Iida used the word, even if the concept was foreign to him, and Midoriya blushed even darker when it seemed that they would have to explain it to him.

“W-Well Todoroki it’s… r-romance is uh… it’s a feeling… o-of uh… h-happiness… I-I guess… b-but with… s-someone else… s-someone that you… l-like… a-a lot… but more than… a-as a friend… i-it’s… it’s deeper than that…” Midoriya did his best to not stutter too much as he gave a brief explanation, his face feeling hot just explaining it even though he had no real experience or knowledge about it. But his mom rather enjoyed those kinds of movies and he had seen a few with him even if it embarrassed him to see such sweet and romantic things on a screen. So he didn’t know nothing about romance…

But without warning, you clasped your hand over Midoriya’s mouth and held him close to you with a paranoid look on your face, looking at Uraraka, Iida and Todoroki with crazy-looking wide-eyes. “No, that’s all bullshit… you guys know what Valentine’s Day is REALLY about… it’s all about evil, yucky, mushy boys and girls all day Izuku!!” You exclaimed as Midoriya’s face began to redden from how close you were and how you touched him like that, and you felt him shake but you assumed it’s because he shared your fear of this yucky holiday.

“We can’t make ourselves too available guys… or else we’ll get the mushiness…” You let go of Midoriya as you whispered to the four of your friends, but that just confused them, especially Todoroki. Iida, Uraraka and Midoriya described it as a positive holiday, yet you had a completely different answer. Secretly, Todoroki has found you oddly unique, ever since he befriended Midoriya and Iida, he ended up getting close to you in return since you were always around Midoriya and company. You stood out to him with your odd mannerisms and tendency to say odd things, but he didn’t hate it at all, if anything he wished to understand you more. In fact, he kept this to himself but he sort of liked you, in a way that was different from how he liked Midoriya and Iida.

“Mushy?” He had asked, wondering if you were referring that he, Iida, Midoriya and Uraraka were also ‘yucky’ as you put it.

“YES! Yucky Mushy Boys and Girls all day Todoroki! THAT’S what Valentine’s Day is all about! Romance is just a trap they use to make you think you’re interested in them, but they’re actually hiding how yucky, evil and mushy they are!” You explained somewhat dramatically as you cringed at the thought and shook a bit, but it still didn’t make sense to him, although it did kind make him feel a bit skeptical now. That was the opposite of how Iida, Uraraka and Midoriya described it. So he kept looking at you for more of an explanation from your side.

“My point is Valentine’s Day IS an invented holiday AND it’s gross! That’s why I avoid it every year! I turn off as many boys and girls as much as possible! I didn’t brush my teeth this morning, you know why? Cuz neither boys OR girls like stinky breath.” That earned a look from Iida.

“(L/N)! You can’t just neglect oral hygiene out of personal disgust towards today! Neglecting even one day of brushing your teeth can affect your mouth and encourage more plague build up!” Iida somewhat scolded you, and you stuck your tongue at him.

“What if you kiss someone?! You don’t wanna have bad breath for your first kiss!” Uraraka seemed to back him up, but more for your sake than anything. She always thought you would find a very special someone even if you were aversive towards today. In her eyes, you were an attractive person and other guys and girls would be crazy to not find you cute or pretty. That nearly made Todoroki perk up, what IF someone kissed you or you kissed someone? Uraraka had the right idea, because Todoroki did secretly find you cute. Your face, your (E/C) eyes and soft looking lips… though, he had to admit, bad breath wasn’t desirable. It’s a good thing he brushed his teeth this morning.

“EWWWW! NOT happening! And I ain’t brushing my teeth today Iida! In fact, I might even pick my nose while I’m at it! You guys want some fresh boogers?! I got plenty for everyone. How do ya’ll like em?” You asked and even waved your finger towards all of them, which made Uraraka squeal a bit as Iida and Midoriya backed away. Even Todoroki couldn’t help but cringe a bit in disgust.

“(L/N) PLEASE! That is SO UNSANITARY!!” Iida backed away, to the point where he stood behind Midoriya and Todoroki, who both looked just as disgusted as he was.

“G-Gross! Please don’t lie about that again!” Midoriya quickly begged you, since one of your tactics included lying about picking your nose and offering snot in hopes to disgust boys. It worked nearly all the time because boys and girls avoided you due to such a nasty lie you made about yourself.

“See?! You’re all turned off! I’m a genius! No guy OR girl wants someone who they think eats boogers…” You smirked and crossed your arms but reassured them all by saying you DON’T eat boogers. Although they had to admit, that was really gross.

“Sorry guys, but I just can’t fall into that trap. It’s gross and just not my thing… Izuku’s not yucky, and you guys aren’t really yucky either so… I wish you guys the best of luck if someone comes over to you guys....” You said to your classmates as you entered your classroom to go and sit in your seats.

“She thinks Valentine’s Day gross… but doesn’t find not brushing her teeth and lying about eating boogers gross…?” Uraraka thought once she realized that you had some pretty odd standards there as Midoriya and Iida both shrugged in unison even if they found your standards weird too. Although Midoriya knew you pretty well, and neither he or Uraraka would press on it because they didn’t mind that you found the holiday gross. Not everyone liked Valentine’s Day after all.

Meanwhile, Todoroki thought about what you were saying, even though he was trying to not think of what you said about booger-eating. Not many things disgusted him, but that done did it. He didn’t know any girls who would ever lie about that just to keep people away from them, again, you never failed to surprise him. But he wondered, did you find HIM yucky? He hoped you didn’t, because then you probably wouldn’t want to be around him, and he didn’t want that. He liked you, even if he was worried that he might have been ‘yucky’ to you.

Todoroki sighed. This holiday was so confusing. On one hand, there was all this talk about romance, on the other hand there was talk about it being yucky and mushy. He couldn’t focus in class even when it started with Aizawa coming in and the entire class greeted him.

As Aizawa advised the class to not let this ‘illogical, invented’ holiday, as he described it, distract them, Todoroki just stared at you drawing something in your journal. Little did he know, you were writing a sign that said ‘Fuck Off’ so nobody would get near you and/or try to get close and give you the ‘yucky’.

He sighed, wondering just what he could do to avoid frightening you or making you uncomfortable. Sure, you two were on friendly terms, but lately his feelings have become something more than that, and every time he thought about it, his face would grow hot and his heart would speed up. Especially when he got really close to you, although his face remained stoic, his blushing cheeks would often betray him.

This holiday seemed to make it even more awkward. With your aversion to it and his cluelessness. Even though the concept seemed to be that you try to give something to someone you really like, according to Uraraka, Iida and Midoriya.

Speaking of which, you and Midoriya had been friends since kindergarten, and by extension you were also friends with Bakugou. At least until he started bullying Midoriya and you made sure to protect him from your former friend. He would have asked Bakugou about you, but he was sure he would just get an unsavory answer laced with casual insults, so he went to Midoriya instead, whom was talking with Uraraka.

When he started talking to them both, they each looked confused, although Uraraka seemed to pick up a little faster on why Todoroki came to them. Especially when he brought you up.

“(Y/N)?” Midoriya looked somewhat confused once Todoroki mentioned your name.

“Yes. You two are childhood friends, right?” That earned him a nod from his friend. “I know she appears to dislike this holiday, but do you wonder if she would like anything given to her in particular? Would she... react badly if she were given anything today...?” Todoroki finally asked him, taking a breath once he got it out.

“Ahhh uhhh…” Midoriya stammered at Todoroki’s question, unsure how to answer that when a particular memory came to mind.

LAST YEAR

Everyone had been going crazy about Valentine’s Day, including the boys who pushed you around often. Especially that stupid Bakugou, he was the worst to you on Valentine’s Day, but he was just a yucky, mushy boy so you kept your distance and shoved him away whenever you had the chance. Today however, you felt really lucky since you got not Valentines day crap from anybody, especially after your booger-eating rumors that you spread yourself.

“We’re safe for another year Izuku…” You sighed in relief as Midoriya followed you to your shoe locker, even though he himself was more dismayed that he didn’t get any Valentine’s, except from you, which actually made him pretty happy. He was content with at least one Valentine from you, even if you called it ‘yucky’ and ‘mushy’.

“I guess we are.” Midoriya never judged you, he knew and understood your fears. So he went along, and if he was being honest. He was terrified of this holiday too, because he would have freaked out if anyone other than you gave him something for Valentine’s Day. Of course he’d have been excited, but he’d also be nervous too. Extremely nervous.

“Time to put get the shoes back on and…” You opened your locker to remove your shoes, but paused with wide eyes once you saw IT in your locker…

“I-Izuku…” You shivered and pointed at the inside of your locker, much to Midoriya’s confusion and slight panic rising as he nervously peered inside and jumped a bit with a startled yelp. Was that really in your locker?!

“I-It’s… a Valentine’s Day card!!” He exclaimed in shock, but at the same time, oddly extremely happy for you. You had an admirer! Someone gave you a Valentine’s Day card! He carefully picked up the card with a heart on it and read the insides.

‘Don’t get the wrong idea dumbass’

Midoriya quietly gasped as he analyzed the rather straightforward words because it sounded very familiar. However, he was still happy for you and when he turned to smile at you, you were too busy being horrified.

“EEEEEK! Yucky Evil Mushy Gushy Boy or Girl!!” You suddenly shrieked at the Valentine’s Day card you found in your shoe locker, backing away as you ran away from your locker, screaming and going into the bathroom to clean the ‘mushiness’ off you.

PRESENT Midoriya wasn’t so sure how to answer that question, since he was kind of worried that you COULD react badly to a simple Valentine’s Day gesture. However, he was also confident that if it were a friend doing it that you probably would be a little calmer and not freak out like you normally would.

“(Y/N) is… she’s just a little shy… she might not act like it but… she just gets nervous. See… she and I got picked on a lot together… boys and girls called her mean names… said she was gross, and they made her feel really bad about herself… but it was always bad on Valentine’s Day… Kacchan was no help either... she was the girl he picked on the most, behind me… which is why she and I always spent it together. She and I always looked out for each other when other kids made us feel bad about ourselves.” He started off with a sad look on his face when he thought about it, feeling like he should have done more for you.

“Oh… Deku… poor you and (Y/N)…” Uraraka frowned in sympathy, and then looked over at you sitting at your desk and grinning at your badly drawn sign. You were all Anti-Valentine’s Day and it was because of the kids who picked on you and Midoriya.

“I see. She turns people away first. So she doesn’t feel like the way those kids made her feel.” Todoroki came to that realization once he put the pieces together. And he couldn’t help but feel sympathy for you, and anger towards those jerks who made you AND Midoriya feel bad about yourselves. Midoriya nodded in response, sighing a little bit.

“Yes. But… you can still talk to her. She might not enjoy the holiday, but she’s always comfortable around friends. I think she’d be comfortable around you, she likes you.” Midoriya however, pointed that out with a confident smile. If there’s one thing you enjoyed about Valentine’s Day, it was spending time with people you loved, especially your friends and family.

“Yeah! I think if you approach her gently and just tell her how you feel, she won’t freak out! I think she’ll be excited in fact.” Uraraka chimed and gave Todoroki that bit of advice, though he and Midoriya both blushed a bit when she advised to ‘tell you how he felt’. How did she know that he felt something other than friendship for you?

“I-I see. Thank you. Both of you.” Hating the little stutter, Todoroki was grateful for his two friends’ helpful words. Now he felt somewhat more confident in talking to you and offering you something for today.

Todoroki wasn’t a nervous person, but even when he had opportunities to talk to you, he couldn’t do it because there were so many people around. He’d rather ask you when you and him were both alone, in hopes that several other eyes wouldn’t be peering at you both to make you nervous.

So at the end of the day, as soon as he found you alone, he saw his chance as he braced himself and started walking over to you. But then that was interrupted once you were met by Kaminari, Kirishima and an annoyed looking Bakugou.

“Hey (L/N)! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Kaminari quickly greeted you and waved at you, which made you freeze up as you missed the way the electric blonde was kind of blushing and actually looked nervous just saying it to you.

“So uh… now that classes are over, in spirit of the holiday, would ya… like to go out with me somewhere tonight?” Although he was nervous, he quickly tried to put up a smooth-talking and confident demeanor as he flirted with you, but he couldn’t quite stop himself from blushing. And for a minute there, Todoroki thought he was too late as he grunted a bit with a mildly irked expression as he felt an unfamiliar heat in his throat that made him want to just whisk you away from his dopey classmate.

But…

“AHHHH!! YUCK! MUSHY GUSHY!!” You screeched, your legs immediately taking over as you dashed into the girl’s bathroom as fast as you could, slamming the door and leaving a bewildered Kaminari and Kirishima in your wake. Bakugou didn’t look the least bit surprised though as he growled in annoyance just having to see you freak out like that. It never ceased to piss him off every time you freaked out like that.

“So… that’s a no…?” Kaminari sighed and looked defeated as Kirishima patted him on the back to try and make him feel better.

“You can always ask another girl out…” The redhead said to soften the blow, even though he was confused as to why you reacted like that. “Though I guess (L/N) must still think boys have cooties…” He thought outloud, and he understood. For a time, he also believed that silly rumor that girls had cooties, but grew out of that phase pretty quickly.

“Tch. Just don’t count on asking her again. That weirdo’s always been like that. Dumbass…” Bakugou grumbled, still annoyed with what he saw. In all the years he’s known you, he’ll never know why you freaked out over this fucking holiday. This day disgusted him too, but not to those extensions. And on top of that, even though you or Deku didn't know, he hasn't forgiven you for calling HIM 'yucky'. He’d never tell you or ANYONE else about the valentine he left you in your shoe locker last year, but he knew you thought he was gross, but he didn’t give a shit.

Absolutely not...

Scoffing, he walked away to leave you to your stupidity as Kirishima and a defeated Kaminari followed shortly after, much to Todoroki’s relief as he patiently waited for you. Thankfully it didn’t take too long for you to come out as you peeked out and you were immensely relieved to see that Bakugou, Kirishima and Kaminari were no longer there.

You gave a huge sigh of relief, your hands washed now that the imaginary yuckiness was off of you, but you didn’t expect to see Todoroki in the hall.

“Todoroki?” Giggling kind of nervously, you smiled awkwardly at him, “Hey there… what brings you out and about? Though I… guess it IS the end of the school day so you can do pretty much whatever you want…” You shrugged, already feeling kind of awkward since you and Todoroki haven’t really had moments alone like this. There was always Izuku or Uraraka to make you feel more comfortable, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Todoroki ridiculously attractive. What was we doing at a school? He should be playing someone going to school, particularly the troubled loner, because that’s what he was. The sexy troubled loner with daddy issues, multi-colored hair and a nice butt to top it all off. But he was a yucky boy, so it just wasn’t going to happen. But he wasn’t really yucky... he was so NOT yucky.

“Right.”

But so you didn’t let your thoughts distract you too much, you kept your eyes on Todoroki when he seemed to struggle on what to tell you, which confused you.

“(L/N). I thought about what you said earlier... and I know you don’t seem to enjoy this holiday, but… I had been thinking about what Midoriya said, about… having feelings for somebody.” He suddenly said as he blushed a little bit when he began his sentence, making your eyes widen as your ‘yucky mushy boy’ instinct was starting to alarm in your head, telling you to run away back to the bathroom FAST, yet your heart told you to stay put too and let Todoroki finish what he was saying.

“I still don’t entirely understand the point of this holiday… even though it all leads to the concept of spending time with people you care about. And I, I care about you. As I care about Midoriya, Iida, Yaoyorozu and Uraraka, but…” This is where Todoroki grew just somewhat more nervous, since feelings weren’t something he was used to talking about.

“Yeeeeah…?” You nervously rubbed your shoulder, feeling rather sweaty all of a sudden; you could feel it in your pits, back and neck, probably a bad day to not wear deodorant. To be fair, even though the two of you were friends, you didn’t expect Shouto Todoroki to actually give you this time of day, why would he? But now you were kind of regretting not brushing your teeth.

“I know it hasn’t been very long, but the way I care about you is… different. I am unsure if… it is romantic as Iida and Midoriya had said.” He started off, following Uraraka’s advice and beginning to realize how bad he was at it, and yet you actually understood what he meant. “I do care about you though. And the truth is, that I like you… but… more than you would like a friend, I’m marveled by you and I have been for a while. These feelings… they confused me for a while until our friends explained it earlier… and… I wanted to tell you that.” Todoroki sort of confessed to you, only in a way that he could since this concept was still foreign to him. But you knew that he was basically saying that he liked you.

It actually made you chuckle, much to Todoroki’s mild embarrassment since he wasn’t sure if you were laughing at him, but at least you weren’t screaming and calling him ‘yucky’. “Todoroki you’re too cute for words…” You rather bluntly said, which sent a flush of light pink to his cheeks.

“Tell you what… Valentine’s Day…” You shook your head and made a face, “Not my thing… it’s still kinda yucky to me, but… you are definitely not yucky… and instead of acting like this holiday is a big deal and like we’re doing it for the sake of this holiday, how about you and I go see Happy Death Day 2 U? And we can just say that this is just another February day, because it is… as a non-Valentine’s Day date, what do you say?” There you did it, and you didn’t even realize it. You had asked Shouto Todoroki on a date, and on Valentine’s Day! Yet you didn’t feel yucky or mushy at all, because after all you said it would be a 'non-Valentine's Day' thing.

He blinked once, for once letting himself look surprised as if he had to register what you just said to him. “A date?” Todoroki asked, obviously he sort of knew what that meant, but he had never been on one before.

“Yeah... it's like a way of spending time with someone that you're interested in... or as you said it... marveled by, and it makes you like them a bit more than you would a friend..." You blushed just saying it outloud, but you had to admit. Todoroki was cute, and oddly sweet in his own ways such the way he would do simple but sweet things for you including opening a door for you, giving you the smallest smile whenever you told a really bad joke, glaring at people who laughed at you whenever you totally embarrassed yourself to make them stop, moving you out of the way whenever someone tried attacking you in combat training, and getting Bakugou to back off whenever he tried bothering you or Midoriya.

Oh God, you liked him too...

And you DIDN'T find him yucky or mushy at all...

You didn't want to admit it, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized that you did like Todoroki, more than you wanted to as a friend. And now you just asked him out in the worst possible way. You were way too blunt! Why were you such an idiot? (Y/N) (L/N) you are officially the dumbest person on the planet, who in the hell would even think about saying-?

"I would like that." Todoroki's quick answer suddenly shattered your stupid internal thoughts as you stiffened, staring at him wide-eyed, he was blushing a little bit and you started to blush yourself as a wide grin sported your lips, a little too wide. 'Back it down or he'll think you're a bigger loser!!' You screamed at yourself before clasping your hands together cheerfully.

"GREAT!" You practically screamed, but cleared your throat and lowered the volume, "I mean great... hee-hee... let's uh... go to our dorms REALLY quick! I need to take care of a few things before we go..." What you NEEDED to take care of was your breath, but Todoroki nodded and followed you with ease, he didn't know what you really meant but he didn't want to rush you into anything. He'd be patient with you, because he cared about you that much.

Quickly, you brushed your teeth and put on your deodorant so you didn't smell that bad, and made sure you looked good enough for your very first date. And as Todoroki waited for you to take care of your things, he was feeling a rare bit of nerves, is this how it felt to go on dates? He wasn't sure, but he would get to know you better just like he wanted, and he would be close to you too. That's what he was looking forward to the most, and he hoped that this would make you see how great you were and if he had to, he'd tell you how those nasty little shits from your childhood were idiots to mess with you and Midoriya. He didn't know why, but he wanted to make sure you never felt like that again.

“C’mon Todoroki let’s go! Happy Death Day 2 U starts at the nearest theater in 30 minutes!” Happily, you suddenly jumped besides him and grabbed his hand and somewhat pulled him towards you as he grunted slightly at the somewhat aggressive hold you put on him with slightly wide eyes at how you surprised him like that. Realistically, he could have just pulled away, and yet this warm feeling he felt in his chest when you smiled at him and held his hand like that, refused to let himself do anything that could hurt you.

“Oh... all right. We should move quickly then..." He walked with you out of Heights Alliance, ignoring the winks and thumbs-ups he was getting from some of his classmates, and the way Mina squealed in excitement.

"Way to go (Y/N)!!" She cheered you on, and for once you weren't disgusted about being seen so close with someone, this wasn't yucky at all. Maybe you could give this dumb romance thing a try if Todoroki really did like you like that. You wouldn't hate it, Todoroki was a fantastic guy. He was nice to you, treated you nice and never insulted you or called you gross.

“Let’s get seats in the back row! We can see it clearly and people like to complain about the noises I make when I’m chewing popcorn and sipping soda for some reason.” You said as soon as the two of you made it to the theater, and Todoroki tried to not chuckle at that but he couldn't help it. You were strangely endearing, which is one of the many reasons he felt captivated by you. "Very well." He calmly replied as you got a few drinks and snacks before you went to the back row like you had requested.

"So based on the commercials, Tree faces another killer, can you believe that? She already took care of the first two in the first one..." You explained and decided to talk to him a bit before the movie started since commercials were showing first.

"I remember. You showed us all that movie. I wonder who else could have a motive to kill her this time now that her roommate's dead." He thought outloud, having liked the first movie and he gladly got into the conversation with you, which became more about your favorite kind of movies, with you telling him how you would HAVE to show him some of your favorites including Mean Girls, The DUFF, Whip It and then a show that was about hamburgers? That's what he heard. He actually smiled and chuckled with you whenever you said something amusing, and he intently watched the movie with you. Every time you gasped in surprise or laughed outloud, he found himself almost mimicking your emotions. Now he was getting why you watched these movies, although he was surprised that he nearly teared up with you during an emotional moment that touched him in particular the more he watched it.

Glistening eyes met each other, but he quickly turned away to avoid looking pathetic, and you snickered a bit. "Aww..." You actually hugged his arm just to make him feel better, and you felt his left side quickly grow warm as he blushed quite madly, thankful that the dark theater served to mask it. "Hey... thanks... for coming up to me today..." Suddenly, you thanked him with a soft tone that he hadn't really heard you use.

"You're welcome." He gave you a little smile, "You're not gross." That made you perk up a bit, although you didn't let go of his arm as he continued. "Midoriya told me that Bakugou and other children teased you when you were younger and called you gross, but they're wrong. You're not gross at all." He admitted, albeit leaving out the booger-eating lie and the fact that you told him you didn't brush your teeth this morning (until later), but even then those little things didn't tarnish his image of you. Todoroki liked you just the way you were, quirks and all.

You wanted to cry. After years of being teased and called gross, someone other than Midoriya actually thought that there wasn't anything wrong with you. With a big smile, you just hugged him tighter and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, earning a small gasp of surprise from him as you pulled away with a rather loud yelp when his left side suddenly caught fire. Which of course earned some looks from a few other movie-goers as you and Todoroki sheepishly apologized.

"I'm sorry..." But he made sure to apologize to you as fast as possible after nearly burning you, completely by accident of course. It was hard to quell your giggles as you shook your head, "No it's okay... I'm sorry for that sudden kiss..." You apologized with rather hot cheeks, unable to believe that you actually kissed a boy. And you didn't feel yucky at all! It actually felt really good kissing a boy, even if it was just a peck on the cheek.

Todoroki shook his head, looking somewhat bashful as his cheeks were still flushed. "Don't be... I liked it..." He said in a rare, shy voice as you couldn't fight the grin rising on your lips again. Although you had to keep your eyes on the movie too since you realized that you just missed a few things going on, but you found yourself placing your head on his left shoulder, which gradually grew warm as soon Todoroki felt your touch. He didn't hate it though, not at all.

"Happy Non-Valentine's Day... Shouto..." You softly said to him, calling him by his first name as a rather gory scene suddenly showed on the screen, but Todoroki couldn't help but smile.

"Happy Non-Valentine's Day... (Y/N)." He replied to you warmly. Now he understood what Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka meant.

And you finally had a good Valentine's Day! There was absolutely nothing yucky about hugging Todoroki at all, and you felt nothing but warmth towards this beautiful boy who looked at you like you were amazing. 'Best Valentine's Day of my life!!' You thought to yourself, snuggling into Todoroki's shoulder as he put his arm around you while the two of you happily watched yet another bloody scene roll by. Nothing says romance like watching a comedy-horror.

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