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narwhalnation17 · 5 years ago

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Could you talk more about your fic idea where Luther runs away from the academy and starts working on a flower shop? You mentionated on some tags and I am dying out of curiosity about it!Sorry, but it looks so great and so wholesome, I need to know more about it!

yes!!! omg im so glad you thought it sounded good i was worried nobody would even look at those tags lol

This is gonna be long so buckle up:

The original concept was: What if the accident that caused Reginald to give Luther the Monkey Serum to save his life…wasn’t actually an accident. And then I decided to make the second half insanely fluffy lol

So I was going to start chapter one out in Diego’s POV. He just got kicked out of the police academy because they found out he used a fake ID when he applied and forged a bunch of documents instead of using his real ID because he didn’t want people to know him as “Diego: The Kraken”. Him and Patch had just gone through a massive argument about it and it ended with Patch kicking her out of her apartment that he had been living in. He realizes that to get an apartment of his own he needs to get proof of ID like a birth certificate or social security card. He hates the idea of asking Reginald to meet with him and give him those things, so he decides to break into the academy at night and search through Reggie’s office for them. He gets there and starts looking, when he hears Reggie and Pogo talking and heading his way. He quickly hides in a closet. He overhears a conversation that is something like this:

“But Master Hargreeves, is this really necessary? Surely there must be some other way.”

“The boy wants to leave because he is starting to lose faith in me and in his missions. He is considering a life outside of The Academy. Should I save him from the brink of death, he will feel indebted to me. He will stay loyal and be ready to lead the others when The End comes.”

“But sir-”

“The accident at the chemical plant will bring him to the brink of death, and the serum will bring him back to life. We know the serum works so you have nothing to worry about. The boy will be fine but he will feel as though he owes me his life.”

And Diego is…obviously disturbed by this. So the next morning, he sneaks in again, but this time he seeks out Luther. He finds him, but Luther is immediately suspicious. He tries to explain what he overheard, but Luther thinks that sounds absurd. Dad wouldn’t do that. Dad wouldn’t sabotage a mission to hurt Luther. Sure, he might not show his affection in obvious ways, but he still cares about Luther…right? But Diego is like, “Why would I make this up?” And Luther is like, “You just want me to leave The Academy because you’re jealous. I’m the only one that hasn’t let Dad down. You want me to be just like you.” This obviously pisses Diego off and the chapter ends with the two of them having a massive argument, rehashing old grudges and insecurities, and Diego being like, “Fuck you if you don’t believe me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Chapter 2: Luther POV

It had been about a week since Diego’s visit and he couldn’t get it out of his mind. He knows Dad wouldn��t intentionally hurt him, that’s ridiculous, but why couldn’t he stop thinking about it?

Whatever, whatever, whatever. He has to focus now because the alarm bells are ringing, signaling a mission. He goes in and Dad tells him he has to help evacuate people from…an explosion at a chemical plant. He freezes. Diego said the accident would happen at a chemical plant. That has to be a coincidence. It has to be. There’s no way his Dad would hurt him. There are people in danger and he has to save them. They are counting on him. Dad is counting on him. He has to he has to he has to-

pain-

all he feels is pain-

Diego was right-

something went wrong-

he screamed and screamed and screamed-

He wakes up. He’s alone and cold and everything feels wrong. He looks down at his body and everything is wrong. What happened to him? This must be a nightmare because now he’s a monster and Dad did this to him and-

All he can do is scream.

Chapter 3: Diego POV woooo

Guilt and worry had been eating Diego alive all week. Reginald was going to hurt Luther. He knew he was. He should have tried harder to get that idiot to listen. He should have dragged the guy out of The Academy. Instead he just stormed out and is sitting around waiting. Maybe he heard Reginald wrong. Maybe it will be fine.

He knew it wouldn’t.

He got the call at around 7 a.m. How Luther knew his new number, he had no idea. But he answered and Luther-

Luther was sobbing. He was nearly hyperventilating over the phone. Crying that he was a monster, that Dad hates him, that he should have listened to Diego. Diego desperately tries to calm Luther down. He eventually gets Luther to calm enough that he can tell Diego where he is. Diego tells him to stay there and rushes to his car and speeds out to pick him up. He finds Luther sitting on the side of the road next to a pay phone, head in his hands and looking massive. He holds off on commenting on his appearance and chooses to plop down next to him. Diego was never good at the whole ‘emotions’ thing and desperately tries to think of how he can help his brother. He tells Luther he can live with him, he can start a brand new life! Away from The Academy, away from Reginald, Luther can start to chase any dreams he has for his life. Luther just looks lost at the thought. “Who even am I without The Academy. I’m Number One. That’s all I am. I don’t know how to be anything else.” Diego looked at him sadly, “You aren’t ‘Number One’. You’re Luther Hargreeves, you just have to figure out who that is, but he’s someone. C’mon, you can live with me while you figure it out.”

Luther shook his head, “You don’t even like me. You all hate me. You all left me.”

“We don’t hate you, idiot.” he sighed and awkwardly said, “We love you, Luther. You gotta know that.”

He takes Luther back to his place. Luther is very underwhelmed at Diego’s new boiler room dwelling, much to Diego’s annoyance, but he still accepts Diego’s offer of sleeping on his couch and living here with him.

They talk and bond (with plenty of petty arguments along the way). Diego tells him about his troubles with his job and his relationship. Luther tells him about how he wants to start a life and get a job, but doesn’t know how to start. He has always loved learning about outer space and taking care of plants. Those had been his two hobbies in all his time alone.

Diego decides to go out and get job applications for Luther to help him get started. Considering their questionable schooling, he figured rather than NASA, Luther could find a job at a tree nursery or flower shop. He goes around town collecting applications and when he returns home, Eudora is waiting for him. It turns out as Diego was out trying to get Luther a job, Luther was here trying to fix Diego’s love life. Luther had called Eudora and asked her to come to their place and to give the relationship another shot. She looked up as Diego entered and gave a sarcastic, “Nice cave, Batman.”

They start to mend things between them and Diego moves back in with her, along with Luther who stays in a spare bedroom in her apartment. Luther lands a job at a quaint flower shop in town and things are finally starting to look good. Diego decides to start a self-defense class at the gym he used to live in. He loved helping people learn to defend themselves from harm and to feel safer. The classes grew so much that he eventually started teaching them on most evenings of the week. He was happy, had a job he loved and had the girl of his dreams.

Chapter 4: Luther POV

Luther wasn’t great at talking to people. To be fair, he never really had to interact much with people outside of his family. So he might come across as awkward. Or socially inept. It didn’t help that he looked like a freak-

He shut down the thought. He carefully arranged the bouquet he was working on and placed it on display. Suddenly a familiar face came springing around the corner.

“Dude! This looks awesome!” Owner Sam Katz announced in his frat-bro manner, “You always make the coolest bouquets, bro!”

Luther blushed. Sam always showers Luther in compliments and he never knows how to respond.

“Dude! Your shirt looks dope as hell! Nice one!

“Bro you always look so freaking fit! You gotta show me your gym routine!”

“Man, your haircut is blowing my freaking mind right now! Amazing!”

Luther will always just blush and give a quiet, “thank you.” as he continued to tend to the flowers. Sam is always inviting him to go out to bars or go to a basketball game or go to the mall, but Luther always politely declines. Of course, he always wants to go. But he would make a fool out of himself and he just couldn’t live with himself if he embarrassed himself in front of Sam.

Luther wakes up every morning and finds himself looking forward to getting up. He gets excited to go to work and see Sam. He finds himself dressing nicer than he usually does just so he can hear Sam proclaim, “Looking sharp, Luth!” as he walked in the door.

He slowly starts to realize…maybe he likes Sam as a little More than a friend. Maybe he Like likes him.

He doesn’t know what to do…Sam would never like him like that so he should just keep it to himself. Bury it deep.

But he goes to work and Sam is telling him about how his brother Dave is an EMT and is hopelessly in love with a man he keeps having to rescue, but he’s too nervous to make a move. Sam says that he wishes- no, begs Dave to just tell the guy how he feels. And Luther is hit by a wave of courage with those words. He pours his heart out, telling Sam that he makes him feel good about himself in a way he can’t ever remember feeling before and that his favorite part of the day is seeing him and how he makes him happy and makes him laugh and-

Sam interrupts his profession with a kiss. A beautiful, sweet, tender kiss that quickly evolves into a fiery make-out. Luther feels passion and fire and love.

After that, they start dating. Sam brings him on a night out to a bar where he meets a group of Sam’s friends and his brother Dave. Luther takes Sam out another night to meet Diego and Patch and they all go to a carnival and it’s magical and he feels happy.

Sam invites Luther to Thanksgiving at the Katzes. Luther had never celebrated Thanksgiving before. He had never celebrated anything before. He frets and frets over making a pumpkin pie and making it perfect. It comes out looking a bit wonky, but still edible so it will have to do. Luther, Diego and Patch all saddle up to the Katzes where Sam answers the door with a smile. Luther meets Sam’s parents, who are kind and loving and nothing like Reginald, and Sam excitedly tells him that Dave had finally asked out the boy he was crushing on and they would be here any minute!

They are all helping finish up the last minute cooking in the kitchen when Dave arrives followed quickly by-

“Klaus?”

“Luther? Diego?! What the fu-”

Things get a bit chaotic after that.

At the end of it all, Luther and Diego had become brothers again. They had regained love and regained purpose in their lives. They grew and realized the true meaning of family- helping each other through thick and thin. They extended a hand to Klaus and began growing closer to him once again. They then decided to see what Vanya was up to and started going to her shows. Luther would make her a personalized bouquet and she would smile. They would call Allison and congratulate her when she would land a big role. She started flying in on the holidays and they would all have a big family celebration. They all became a family again and all were finally happy.

#i hope this answers your question afsfsghd i kinda just wrote a mini version of what the fic would look like...hope you enjoyed lmaooo #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #luther hargreeves protection squad #tua #the umbrella academy #my writing #my-mood-is-always-reblog #sorry if it was disjointed and sloppy lol if i ever do legit write it i wanna flesh out their emotions a lot more but...#i cranked this out pretty quickly so...it is what it is #lol

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rk800hunter · 6 years ago

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Dramatics Final - Connor x Reader (M Rated)

Summary: Jealous/Protective Connor being jealous over reader’s close friend. Events lead one to another.

Pairing: Connor X Reader

A/N: Yikes you guys, this took forever... I'm so sorry... Also life is crap xD so I had to deal with that... I'm so sorry that this took forever to write but you guys pleaded for a finale so I couldn't say no! This is my first time writing smut, and I can tell you that I'm not good x.x Hope you guys enjoy and can look over the mistakes!

Tags: @captain-winter-wolf-aehs, @rosealexandersson , @alientrashbin , @honeybeelily , @dragonempress123 , @randomstuff-idontwannatalkaboutit, @sygin , @dylan-o-yumm @im-a-slut-for-connors-hair-flipp, @elaneth-elf-friend, @chisooyaaa (missing tags here too! Sorry!)

You were propped up against a giant pillow on the hospital bed, pulling a face as you stared at the hospital gunk that meant to be dinner, laying in the tray in front of you. You unappetizingly poked it with a fork, trying to will yourself to eat but your brain and tongue refused to cooperate. Sighing with defeat, you placed down the fork and stared out the window that you were nearby. There were only a few cars that rhythmically flashed in and out of the streetlights, as the busses hummed and sent the last workers the comfort of their home. You could hear the quiet buzz of the night life in the hospital outside your room. It was a pro-android and pro-human hospital that accomandated everyone. Like all hospitals, it was dustless, blinding white and smelt of bleach.

It had been a few days since the incident of the terrorism at the restaurant. After tending to you, Connor had left the ambulance to fulfill his job as detective whilst you were sent to the local hospital. Your mind had been whirring with complicated emotions whilst physically, it felt like you didn't know your body anymore. The doctors had checked you out and reported that they had found several broken ribs and a concussion of sort, leaving you with no choice but to recover at the hospital for a few days until they had allowed your release.

Connor hadn't checked in on you since you were admitted. You suspected that he was busy with Hank with the restaurant investigation but it hurt when the older, gruff lieutenant had walked through the door alone, bearing flowers and the stuffed Sumo doll. If Hank had the time to visit, then where was Conner?

You had timidly asked why Conner hadn't called or visited and all Hank said in a sour tone while he pulled up a chair beside you was "Even Fowler couldn't say anything to me, fucking classified Cyberlife shit or something."

Trying to not look so disappointed, you had nodded and smiled, moving on from the subject. However, Hank wasn't fooled and had smiled sympathetically, patting your hand. "I'm sure he has his reasons, kiddo."

[F/N] had also came to visit, only suffering minor burns from the “accident.” They had wholeheartedly apologized, blaming themselves that you were in this state.

“If I hadn’t came back, this wouldn’t have happened,” their voice had cracked, eyes tearing up. “Seeing you on a hospital bed...”

You had shook your head and pulled them into a hug. “I was the one that had asked you for dinner out, I’m sorry.”

They came to visit you often, rescuing you from the hospital gunk with take-outs and such. They tried their best to keep you smiling, cracking jokes and sharing more stories. You enjoyed their company but your mind was somewhere else. Or...should I say, on someone else. The one that was missing.

Connor.

You felt quite irritated, if not dejected. The longing and aching slowly turned into anger and resentment. He had said all those things to you and yet he hasn't shown himself for a follow up. It felt as if he was playing you. But it was Connor... The sweet, supposedly innocent android that took every joke literally. You didn't think he was capable of doing playing with people's hearts.

An android nurse with dark hair and light blue eyes entered the room, knocking lightly on the door as he did. "Housekeeping," he quipped charmingly. "How are the ribs doing tonight?" He was assigned to be your personal nurse to assist you with your recovery; making sure that you fed, wound was cleaned and that dirty bandages were changed every few hours or so, etc...

You turned to smile at him. "Hey Caleb, they're better."

Caleb glanced at the untouched food that lay on your lap and sighed, picking it up. "You can't always not eat the things we provide, [Y/N]," he chided. "Your bones need it to recover."

You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at him. "Thanks, mom... It's not like you need to eat this stuff."

He laughed and set the tray aside before turning expectantly at you. "I am extremely sure your mother would have forced fed you. Lift up your arms."

You were always so flustered whenever he had to disinfect the wound and change your bandages. Whenever it was time to get them renewed, it meant that you'd have to take off your hospital gown and expose your entire torso to him. Sure, he was a professional nurse, but all androids were free and deviant which meant they were more human than anything. You hated feeling vulnerable, even to a professional. You reluctantly lifted up your arms as he carefully lifted the gown over your head. The bandages were wrapped from around your shoulders, chest and stopped just above your belly. You shivered as the sudden brisk night air crawled over skin. Caleb placed the gown on one of the chairs beside the bed and began rummaging through the medical drawers. He frowned and looked at you apologetically.

"Sorry, [Y/N]," he said with a sheepish grin. "I need to go fetch more bandages from the storeroom."

You pouted at him as he quickly left. You flomped back onto the giant pillows and stared and the polystyrene ceiling, sort of enjoying the feeling of the cold, smooth bed sheets against your hot skin. You pulled the sheets closer to your chest. Ugh. Being injured was such an inconvenience; you could barely move without wincing. At least the bones were mending and the gash was kept disinfected. While your mind drifted off into the void, you heard the door slide open again, sharp footsteps echoing against the tiles. It must be Caleb returning with your bandages.

"That was quick," you quipped.

You turned your head to your nurse only to find that it wasn't Caleb. Her back was turned so you couldn't tell who it was. She was wearing a hospital gown, skin sickly yellow and had long, messy curled hair. The woman was twitching weirdly, causing nausea to rise from your stomach.

"Uhm... Hello?" you greeted warily, propping yourself up with your elbows but keeping the blankets up to cover yourself.

"No witnesses..." she whispered.

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

The unknown woman turned slowly. Her eyes were clouded, white and wild. They were very unfocused as they darted left and right. Her mouth was slightly parted open and you could see a bit of froth edge from the corner of her lips. She suddenly pointed at you. You realised that hand was holding a scalpel.

"No witnesses!" she hissed, her twitching becoming more violent.

You had to quickly rack your brains. You won't about to die half naked. She had to be one of the patients from the rehab ward that took in red ice users. Only red ice would be able to explain her symptoms and psychotic outbreak. Whilst holding the blankets to your chest with one hand, you held up the other as if to reassure her.

"Hey, it's okay," you breathed slowly. "Like you said, no witnesses. It's just us two."

The woman took a shaky step towards the bed, scalpel still gripped in the air. "They know!" she screeched "You know!"

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice soothed and steady, as if confronting a wild animal. You just had to keep her calm until Caleb returns.

You shook your head. "No, I don't. I don't know anything. No one knows anything."

Suddenly, the door slid violently open causing her to jolt and scream as she rushed towards you. She was right on top of you when a hand grips the woman's wrist, stopping the scalpel from right above. She was violently dragged away from you and pinned against the wall as her arm twisted painfully behind her. The scalpel dropped onto the floor, echoing sharply on the tiles.

With crisp brown hair, Cyberlife uniform, and a composed form (even when restraining the struggling and screaming attacker), it was the one and only RK800 series Connor. You stared at him, your blood pumping with adrenaline. He doesn't look at you, instead focusing on the hysteric patient. One hand was holding the twisted arm to her back and another held a gun to her head.

Connor gritted his teeth as his eyes narrowed harshly. "It would seem that you have been indulging yourself in too much...fun," he growled. "You should've picked another room."

Was he going to shoot this poor lady? She was in rehab for a reason; it meant that she needed help. "Connor!" you called out to him in desperation. "You can't shoot her."

He doesn't even turn his head to acknowledge you. He huffed in frustration and you can visibly see his jaw tighten. "Call your nurse, [Y/N]."

You quickly jabbed the emergency button by the headboard. In panic and concern, Caleb had rushed into your room with his hands full with rolls of bandages. He opened his mouth in question but immediate stalled in shock after seeing Connor and the patient by the wall. He quickly set the bandages on the drawer and protectively stepped in the space between you and Connor. Connor's lips thinned as he studied Caleb. The woman had stopped struggling, quietly crying to herself. He pulled her away from the wall and threw her into Caleb who stumbled as he caught her by the arms. The detective straightened up and adjusted his tie as he glared at the nurse.

"Take her back to her ward," Connor ordered sharply. "If this happens again...I will not hesitate to shut this hospital down."

Caleb nodded silently and guided the disturbed patient out but not before glancing at you apologetically. As the door clicked shut, Connor turned to you, sighing in relief.

He walked closer to your bed and reached out to brush softly against your cheek. "You're safe now, [Y/N]."

His eyes were full of concern, warmth with a tinge of a plea. You searched them with your own, filled with shock from the incident but also how he had coincidentally arrived just in time. You suddenly felt anger as it shot through your chest to your head. Feeling your face grow hot with fury, you slapped his hand away.

"Where the hell have you been?!" you scowled bitterly. "It's been a week and oh wow, suddenly you think it's okay to just show up unannounced?!"

Conner tilted his head in puzzlement. "Are you angry that I just saved you?"

On good days, you'd think that his head tilt habit was adorable and quirky, but today was not that day. It made you even more irritated and the fire you could feel in your veins were probably more than enough to burn acres of forests.

Rolling your eyes, you threw your hands in the air. "I had it all under control," you scoffed. "I didn't need you to come and screw everything up. I'm not a goddamn damsel in distress, for crap sake. And plus, who are you to send me to a hospital and not even check on me for days, or even let me know if you were okay and-"

Conner cleared his throat loudly, interrupting your passionate rant. "[Y/N]..."

You noticed that he was avoiding eye contact, averting his eyes to anywhere but you. His cheeks were rising with red as he shifted uncomfortably and stiffly on the spot.

"What?" you spat.

The Android briefly glanced at you, scanning for a second before he blinked away again. He cleared his throat again and hesitatingly gestured in your direction.

"Y-you..." he stuttered. "You might want to cover yourself before reprimanding me."

You froze in realization. No. Way. These things only happened in drama series or movies. Your pulse quickened and the rising heat on your cheeks increased by 30 degrees. You looked down and he was indeed correct. With your wild gesturing all over the place, the blankets had fallen onto your lap, leaving your chest bare and open for everyone to see. Or in this case, for Connor to study and admire. You had forgotten that your hospital gown was removed for fresh new bandages. You let out a small, embarrassed yelp before you scrambled to cover yourself with the blankets, burying your hot face in it. Oh my God. Nooooooooo.... You whined in your head, mentally beating yourself up. You heard Connor let out a soft chuckle, making you feel even more awkward.

Scrunching up your face in the sheets, you muffledly barked. "Shut up and go away..."

Before Connor had a chance to say anything, Caleb had returned from his expedition, not looking too pleased. He stood by the open door and crossed his arms, glaring at the detective.

"I have rectified the situation," Caleb informed, offering a forced smile. "You are required to kindly remove yourself from the room so I may tend to my patient."

Connor's face visibly soured and his nose twitched into a subtle snarl. It was that software error again. The one that made him do strange things and scare [Y/N]'s friends away. He tried to self-diagnose quickly but the "feeling" is already overwhelming him. He really didn't like the idea of someone else touching you. Okay sure, he was your nurse and had taken care of you whilst he was gone but... It was still someone else. But now that he was back, Caleb isn't needed anymore.

You watched Connor warily as he took a slow step towards the nurse. It looked like he was going to assert his dominance again.

The Android detective towered Caleb who stood his ground but a little shakingly. Connor's voice lowered dangerously.

"Thank you, sir, but I will take it from here," he growled softly.

Caleb tried to stand taller, about to argue back. "Mr C-"

"Caleb, it's okay," you firmly interrupted, desperately not wanting a fist fight in your hospital room. "He will know what to do."

You gave your nurse a remorseful look before he nodded respectfully and left the room, clicking the door closed behind him. You buried your face into the blankets again, unable to look at Connor. After awhile, you heard him shuffle around the room and felt the edge of the bed sink as he sat down. You lifted your head slowly as you felt his hand along with a type of fabric gently press against your exposed back.

Connor was smiling at you gently. "It would seem like I am always patching you up."

You blew air through your nose in disbelief, turning away from him. "You did kick out the nurse."

You shuddered slightly as you felt Connor work his way achingly slowly with the bandage from your back to your chest. His hands were brushing ever so softly against you. He was sitting so closely, that you could feel his warm breath against your cheek and neck. You could see his pulse by the nape of his neck, quickening slightly. His brown eyes were looking down, but you could see that they were unfocused and filled with a certain something. You could see his pores and the small imperfections that Cyberlife gave their androids to make them more convincingly human. His front curl hung loosely by his forehead. Goosebumps were rising, giving away the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You felt yourself lean closer to him, closing the proximity between you. Your face was just inches away form his. Much to your delight, he responded by mirroring your movement as your thighs pressed against his. His LED flashed yellow. You could hear his breathing become heavier, his chest rising and falling in slight uncertainty, matching your own. Your eyes were filled with longing as you tried to search his downcasted ones.

You gasped as you felt his thumb brush against your nipple, sending a sensitive jolt through your body to your loins. Connor's jaw tightened as he swallowed uncomfortably, body almost desperately looking for more contact as he leant in further. He was still holding the bandage, wrapped from your back but he was hesitant to cover your chest. He couldn't avert his eyes from the beautiful sight in front of him. Humans were amazing, and this specific human in front of him was beyond anyone else in the world. You were beautiful, breathtaking and it drove him mad.

His eyes traveled from your chest, to your collarbones. He thought they were delicate and angled and molded perfectly to your form. He returned his eyes to your breasts, allowing his thumb to brush against the sensitive spot again, clearly enjoying the whimper that escaped your throat. Dropping the bandage, he cupped one of your mounds, softly squeezing and weighing it in his hand. It was so soft, smooth and just...so satisfying to hold.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with that plea and passion he had held the other night. You returned his look with your own, trying to communicate that you needed him. Without a warning, he clumsily smashed his mouth into yours. He couldn't take it any longer. He needed to make you his.

You moaned into his mouth as you feel his grip on your one breast tighten. Your loins were tightening and you could feel it wetten itself with desire as his tongue pried your mouth open, fighting and curling against your own. His lips were so incredibly real. Kissing him felt like eating a peach that riped perfectly at that moment. Soft and sweet. Connor moved himself until he was nearly on top of you but not quite, not breaking the heated tongue wrestle. You whimpered slightly as he shifted to suckle on your lower lip. The air was filled with breathy moans and lots of shifting in the sheets.

You brushed your hands through his locks, pulling his head to the side, exposing his neck. You were about to attack but Connor stopped you, gently grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into his lust, clouded eyes.

"No," he breathed. "You don't do anything."

You gaped at him in confusion. "Wha-"

Your moaned loudly and your hands fell to grip the sheets as he unsuspectingly reached and rubbed his fingers against your sex through the gown. It reminded you how the hospital gowns were so easily accessible from the down under. You were essentially wearing a crappy dress. The detective tutted, shaking his head and smirked.

"Be a good girl," he purred as he gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. "You don't want them to hear you, do you?"

You bit down hard on your lower lip, pleading with your eyes. You shook your head obediently. Connor nuzzled against your nose, closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. You smelt amazing... He didn't know what it was but your natural smell stirred a beast inside of him as he savored it.

"Wait wait, Connor," you panted, suddenly regaining a bit of your senses. "We are in a hospital. What if Caleb comes in? "

The detective gave you a coy smile and leaned in right next to your ear to nibble at you ear lobe. "Well then, he is more than welcome to watch," he whispered, sending shivers through your whole body. You closed your eyes and bathed in his scent and presence. He trailed kisses down your jawline, stopping to bite at your neck. You took this opportunity to softly knead his crotch with your thigh. Oh surprise, surprise, Cyberlife didn't miss out a single part in their androids; there was definitely something there... And it was big... He gave a breathy groan, eyes flashing passionately but angrily at you. He growled loudly causing your heart to accelerate.

Connor let go of your wrists and threw aside his jacket. You just laid there in awe, afraid to move or disobey. You were his now, under his influence and command. You may not be used to being submissive and obedient... But it seemed that Connor was in a dangerous mindset at the moment. You were slightly afraid but mostly turned on.

He suddenly laid beside you, causing you to look at him in puzzlement. Propping himself on one elbow, he gently cupped your face with the other hand. He stared deeply at you, searching for you.

"Unbutton me," he ordered firmly. You swore it sounded more like he was begging.

Without hesitating, you hoisted yourself until you were straddingly him. You pressed your sex against his trapped crotch, causing him to buck up into you. Immediately working on his buttons, you let the cloth fall open, unraveling his perfect body. You loved it when it was pristine white and vulnerable but this was fine. He was slowly trailing both hands down your body, tracing every curve and shape but carefully avoiding your wound. He let his hands rest on your hips whilst yours fell to tracing his chest. He pushed up against you and you gasped. The goddamn hospital gown was open from underneath, leaving you to feel every pressure through your underwear.

Connor grinned cockily. He bit his lower lip and raised an eyebrow. You stared at him in disbelief. This android...enjoyed torturing you. Get a load of that.

To punish him for taking you as an easy being, you swiftly unbuckled his belt and pulled both his pants and undergarments down, his cock springing free. Good lord, it was a sight. Throbbing and bouncing in the air, your eyes widened at the sight of a trophy. Seriously, Cyberlife, so much detail? Your loins pulsed and pleaded at you, wanting to ride it. He was about to protest but it was replaced with a stuttering moan as you stuffed your mouth with his member. You grinned with your mouth full. Serves him right...

You dragged your tongue all over his cock, wettening it with your saliva. Taking in all his essence, you bobbed your head slowly, torturing him. He was completely in your control. His body was both limp and stiff as you worked your magic around his trophy. You gently grazed your teeth against it, causing him to suddenly raise his hips into your mouth. He whimpered your name as you moaned, allowing him to feel the vibrations in your throat.

It was as if at that moment Conner realised that the tide has turned and he had to turn it back. He was under your control and he had to take control back, to let you know who the alpha male was. He pulled you up and out of his cock, as you let your mouth pop away. The Android gripped your wrists and twisted you firmly until he was on top of you. You yelped out in surprise, letting yourself fall back onto the bed. Luckily, Connor knew the best way to wrestle without hurting your injuries. He reached under and ripped away your underwear with ease. Your head was spinning and you couldn't control your hastened breathing. You felt hot and your sex was just burning with so much desire. You pleaded him.

"Connor, please," desperation leaked from your mouth.

Connor licked his lips, looking down at you as if predator looking at prey. His eyes were full of hunger. "Just because you asked so nicely."

He guided his cock into you, pushing in slowly. It was bliss. You nearly cried out in pain and pleasure as he penetrated you. He doesn't even let you adjust, pulling it out and pushing it in again. He grunted, eyes hooded and mouth agape. It was great that Cyberlife had a euphoria response in androids. It was even more amplified as a deviant.

He picked up speed, and you felt his throbbing member inside of you. You were so tight around him, slipping and sliding as he pounded into you. You whimpered out his name, begging him to go deeper and faster.

Suddenly, there was blinding white and then you spilled all over him. It was the limit for a Connor too.

"[Y/N]!" he cried out, allowing his systems to overheat as he came. It was absolutely intoxicating.

He collapsed on top of you, trying not to crush you with his weight. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you pressed your forehead against his. Conner nuzzled against your cheek, inhaling you all over again as if he was scared you would disappear.

"I need you, [Y/N]."

"And I'm here to stay. I'm yours."

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"We're in an exam study group and I just send you my nudes by accident oops" Minjoon

Pairing: MinJoon (Jimin x Namjoon)Prompt: “We’re in an exam study group and I just send you my nudes by accident oops” AU Rating: PGWord Count: 2,447A/N: *whispers* Minjoon is so precious ^~^ thank you anon for requesting and sorry I took forever with this (I hope you still get to read this)!! (P.S. Jimin’s doing the swearing on my behalf bc I swear that I don’t really swear at all irl – pun unintended) Enjoy!

Jimin’s phone vibrates once in his lap. He ignores it, working on the math problem he has in front of it. It vibrates again, then a series of vibrations start. Jimin curses under his breath, dropping his pen down to pick up his phone instead.

There’s a flood of kakaotalk messages from Taehyung.

[4:32PM TaeTae]im bored

chimchim

talk to me :(

[4:33PM TaeTae] i hate math

save me

chimmm

why you ignoring me

chimmmmmmmmmmmmm

Jimin looks up and shoots a glare at Taehyung who’s sitting diagonally across from him at the table. Taehyung’s face lights up with a triumphant smile.

[4:35PM Jimin]I’m trying to do my math problems, stop trying to distract me

Jabbing the home button, Jimin picks up his pen and goes back to staring at the same question that he’s been stuck on for nearly 20 minutes. There’s a reason Jimin’s here, stuck in study group past 4pm on a Friday afternoon rather than practicing his dance moves in the studio.

Whoever deigned it necessary for a music student like him to take math in university should rethink their lives. How the hell is math even remotely needed in his degree? Something about holistic education and well-roundedness or some shitty excuse is what the deans will say but that’s honestly a ton of bullshit. Bullshit that has people like Jimin suffering because his midterms came back with an ugly 30/100 on the top and a “see me” post-it note tagged on the side. Taehyung had the nerve to laugh at him when he barely scraped a 33/100 on his.

So here they are, stuck in a study group that’s supposed to coach them into passing finals. Jimin’s only here because the fear of having to retake the module and suffer another semester of math is real.

His phone starts vibrating again. Jimin tsks under his breath, trying his best to ignore it, which is nearly impossible when his phone is basically wiggling its way dangerously close to his crotch. Stupid Taehyung and his non-existent attention span. Resigned, Jimin sighs and picks up his phone again.

[4:37PM TaeTae]im still bored

dont be mean chim

stop ignoring em

me*chimmmm lets go for tonkatsu later

i feel like treating myself after this torture

[4:38PM TaeTae]yah i know you can feel your phone

if you keep ignoring me im gonna tell namjoon hyung you have the biggest crush on him

i swear

Jimin sucks in a breath. Dammit why did he ever let it out to Taehyung about Namjoon? He should have known that Taehyung would use it to blackmail him someday.

Not that intoxicated Jimin had cared a week ago when he, in Taehyung’s words, “wailed for a solid hour about Namjoon hyung’s beautiful gaze and lips and body and everything”. And no, Jimin is still adamant that he couldn’t have been as pathetic as what Taehyung makes him out to be. It’s just a tiny crush okay, Jimin can appreciate good aesthetics and that’s not his fault.

[4:40PM Jimin] You wouldn’t actually do that

[4:40PM TaeTae] you talking to me ~\(≧▽≦)/~

so tonkatsu??

and if you ignore me i will

[4:41PM Jimin] Whatever, Namjoon hyung won’t believe anything you say

Do your work. I’m going to mute kakaotalk.

Satisfied, Jimin does exactly that. Taehyung can’t disturb him now and he can have the last 20 minutes of study group for math practice. Extra exam preparation questions that he has to hand in on Monday and still has no idea how to do. Jimin suddenly feels the urgency in his bones.

Inherently, Jimin is someone who hates relying on others for help. It makes him feel somewhat worthless, inadequate in a way that leaves an unsettling feeling swirling in his gut. Which is why he’s debating hard whether or not to actually bring up his questions to their study group mentor now.

The choice should be pretty obvious, because putting his pride down now is better than taking the walk of shame to the front of his tutorial class to meet the professor. It should be obvious, except that Namjoon is their study group mentor. Yeah, the very Namjoon that Jimin has a tiny crush on.

Jimin bites his lip. It shouldn’t be a big deal really. Namjoon doesn’t even know he has a crush for god’s sake. Besides, Jimin’s pretty sure at least a fifth of the juniors in school have some sort of a crush on Namjoon. Namjoon who is tall, charming, smart and really nice and helpful to all juniors. Jimin probably needs his fingers and toes (maybe Taehyung’s too) to count the number of times he’s overheard whispered conversation and soft squeals over senior Kim Namjoon.

But that said, the math problems are still leering at him. Forget about having any choice, Jimin doesn’t want to die of shame on Monday submitting a blank paper. Sighing, Jimin picks up his phone, turning on the camera app to take pictures of the questions he’s been stuck at.

Namjoon has this system in study group, where they can send him pictures over WhatsApp of the questions they need help with so that he can look over the questions while helping the previous student. It’s somewhat like his own queue system that he’s implemented and it works. And yeah, it’s specifically WhatsApp, not KakaoTalk. Taehyung said and Jimin quotes “that Namjoon hyung is way too English-ified”. As if that really explains why Namjoon prefers an American chat app over a Korean one.

Jimin opens Whatsapp and opens a fresh chat with Namjoon. His phone vibrates, banner on the top of his screen displaying WhatsApp notifications from none other than Taehyung. The first one reads “you really muted!!!!” and the second announces an attached photo.

Rolling his eyes, Jimin decides to quickly attach the two photos of questions that he has to ask Namjoon before attending to Taehyung’s messages. He absently clicks the last two photos in his gallery and clicks send.

Okay, now to entertain Taehyung while he waits for his turn with Namjoon. He’s about to exit the chat with Namjoon when something catches his attention. The first photo sent doesn’t have a plain white background. It’s definitely not his question paper. Jimin blinks, scrolling up so that the whole photo comes into view.

“Fuck.” The girl sitting beside him shifts her gaze to glare at him but Jimin barely notices. “Fuck no no no, please don’t send. Oh god, please don’t."

Jimin fumbles with his phone. The two grey ticks appear. Jimin collapses back in his seat with a small whimper. Opposite, Taehyung glances up in mild concern.

This can’t be real. Maybe it’s just a bad dream, yeah? Maybe he’s getting so exhausted from math that he’s starting to hallucinate. It can’t be real, right? Jimin nearly jumps in his seat when his phone vibrates again in his hands. A banner notification from Taehyung that says ”what’s wrong chim“ and then ”you scaring me“.

He’s still in the chat with Namjoon. Jimin swallows, throat dry. He blinks hard once, twice. The grey ticks are still there, mocking. Jimin wants to cry.

This is worse than any walk of shame to see his professor. Because right above his picture of his math problem is one of Jimin sitting in a tub, clothes trail on the bathroom floor as he hugs an empty soju bottle. Naked and drunk stupid. And if that isn’t bad enough, it’s most definitely Taehyung’s Snapchat capture because there’s a text banner that Taehyung’s kindly covered his exposed crotch with that reads "AWW LOVERBOY CRYING OVER JOONIE HYUNG”. Jimin doesn’t know if he’s supposed to be thankful for Taehyung salvaging the last bit of his dignity.

Of course Jimin is that dumbass that never switched off the function on WhatsApp that automatically downloads media into his phone. Taehyung had told him once to switch it because “it downloads useless photos and takes up space”, to which Jimin had shrugged and muttered something about having 256GB to spare.

And it’s here to bite him in the ass now. Taehyung was probably sending him proof of blackmail material he has of Jimin’s crush on Namjoon, which Jimin knows Taehyung will never actually use to blackmail him. Except he just had to send it before Jimin got about to sending his math questions and obviously Jimin is the idiot who doesn’t check what he’s sending and just clicks the latest pictures.

The rest is history. History that has Jimin freaking out all over again. Taehyung’s flooding him with messages now, to which Jimin replies with a simple “fuck you” because he can’t take all the blame for his battered pride.

Jimin’s back in his chat with Namjoon, math now forgotten, and still internally panicking when it happens. The grey ticks turn blue. It’s like everything comes to a standstill and Jimin stops breathing. Namjoon read the messages. Namjoon fucking saw the pictures.

It’s like a slap of cold water to his face and Jimin sucks in a sharp breath. He needs to get out of here. Screw study group, he’ll ask for a transfer or just stop attending. He can’t face Namjoon, not now, not ever.

With shaking hands, Jimin grabs his bag, haphazardly stuffing his homework and stationery in.

“Chim,” Taehyung hisses from across the table. Jimin ignores him. He doesn’t have enough focus outside of his panic to actually care. “Jimin, what’s happening?"

Jimin zips his bag up and stands, setting his eyes on the door. He can feel a few curious stares and from the corner of his eye, he sees Taehyung standing to follow him.

With his head down, Jimin makes a beeline for the door, making sure to shut it softly behind him so as not to make a scene. Hurrying down the corridor, Jimin feels dread curling like bile in his throat.

As he rounds the corner, he hears hurried footsteps behind him. It’s probably Taehyung wanting to know what happened. Jimin doesn’t really want to talk about it. The magnitude of the whole situation is catching up with him and all he wants to do is curl up in a corner and drown in self pity.

The footsteps close in, coming to a halt behind him. "Jimin-ssi."

It isn’t Taehyung. Jimin’s breath hitches. Namjoon hyung.

There’s a hand on his shoulder and Jimin turns out of reflex. Their gazes meet and Jimin immediately drops his, shuffling a small step backwards. Namjoon drops his hand to his side.

The corridor is empty. Jimin’s partly glad that no one’s going to witness his death by shame. He doesn’t dare look up at Namjoon.

The silence drags a moment too long and Jimin’s unconsciously starting to shift his weight from feet to feet when Namjoon sighs. Wordlessly, he lifts his phone, tilting it for Jimin to look at.

Jimin chews on his bottom lip hard. Drunk Jimin stares back at him hazy and unabashed. Jimin kind of wants to fling the phone across the hall. He would do it, except it’s Namjoon’s.

"What’s this?” Namjoon says finally.

Jimin pulls at the hem of his shirt, scrunching it up and then letting it go. “I… I sort of sent you my nude by accident?” Internally, he winces at his choice of words. “Oops?” He adds, before his brain catches up and goddammit Park Jimin why can’t you play it off like it isn’t a big deal because it really isn’t.

It shouldn’t be at least.

“Uhm,” Namjoon replies. “Okay.” He lowers the phone slowly. “I… the caption…” Namjoon’s voice trails off.

Jimin closes his eyes. Of course. Why did he expect? Taehyung and his stupid caption. Jimin contemplates lying and pretending that “Joonie hyung” isn’t the one standing right before him. There’s probably a dozen and one people who have the nickname “Joonie”, right? But Jimin is horrible at lying and it always tugs at his conscience.

He takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” Jimin starts. “I mean, I was really going to send you my math questions. But Taehyung wanted to blackmail me and I didn’t turn off that auto download and it just sent and like, I had a crush on you since forever but half the school does too and you can’t blame be for appreciating good aesthetics but I don’t even know if you like girls or guys, I’m sorry I’m-”

Jimin breaks off when he feels fingers beneath his chin. He freezes.

“You’re rambling,” Namjoon says mildly. He pushes gently, tilting Jimin’s face up, gaze searching. “Crush on me, huh?” Namjoon’s tone is light, teasing almost. He chuckles softly.

Jimin feels his face heat and he bristles. “I’m sorry I’m such a loser who doesn’t know how to ask his brain and heart to shut the fuck up about you,” he snaps. Dammit that came out all wrong. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap-”

“You’re apologizing a whole lot,” Namjoon says, a dimpled smile spreading. “Sorr- I mean…” Jimin wants to facepalm himself.

Namjoon laughs, the sound of it making Jimin’s stomach flip. “Well,” Namjoon shrugs, “If you’re really sorry about it, you could treat me to coffee now.”

Jimin stares dumbly. Coffee, what?

Namjoon awkwardly rubs the nape of his neck. “I mean, if you’re free that is. I haven’t managed to answer your math questions after all, and study group session’s over.”

Right. The math questions, Jimin almost forgot. “Of course, I’ll buy you coffee, Namjoon-ssi."

Namjoon scrunches his nose. "Just hyung will do,” he says, and Jimin feels something warm settle in the pit of his stomach. “Or Joonie hyung if you want,” Namjoon adds, shooting him a grin. “I don’t mind.”

“Please don’t remind me,” Jimin groans. “And can you please delete that photo and pretend you never saw it?” Namjoon shakes his head. Jimin feels himself deflate a little. “Why, hyung? Do you want it for blackmail too?”

“No, of course not!” Namjoon feigns an offended look. “What do you take me for? I just can appreciate good aesthetics.” Then before Jimin can register those words and respond, Namjoon places a hand on the small of Jimin’s back to steer him in the direction of the campus exit. “Come on, it’s a date!”

(They end up talking for hours over coffee and forgetting about tutoring. Jimin later insists that circumstances forced him to visit Namjoon’s apartment on a Saturday to do math while having takeouts, which somehow dragged on into movie night and Jimin crashing at Namjoon’s place.

The rest is history. History that has Jimin calling Namjoon his boyfriend. And no, Taehyung gets zero credit because Jimin’s going to take all of it for himself.)

A/N: Thank you for reading this fic that got pretty long! I’ve never written Minjoon ever so I hope this is at least somewhat good (and cute maybe because it’s supposed to be fluff kinda). Also thank you to those of you who read my previous mini fics (and those who leave comments in your tags, they really make my day!)

Send me a prompt and a bangtan pairing, I’ll write you a short fic ♡

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