#What if I told you this was partially inspired by real events?

[halohalona]

Fair

"It's what my heart just yearns to say In ways that can't be said"

Logan reflects on his life, sense of self, and his relationship with you

Logan Howlett x Reader

this was inspired by the song "Fair" by The Amazing Devil. You can listen to the song while reading but it isn't necessary. i wanted to capture the song's emotion in this fic, and hopefully, I did.

ok this is take 2 of posting this 'cause the first time had a shit ton of typos and could not live with myself letting ya'll read a fic with typos (especially when i wanted this to be very emotional), partially beta-read, hopefully, it's not as typo-filled as before

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warnings/tags: emotional hurt/comfort, takes place after the events of DP&W, logan cries, reference to "Beanie" (drabble i wrote), a glimpse of domesticity, and i honestly don't know what else to tag.

Sunlight pours into the room through the gaps of the curtain as Logan stirs awake on your chest. You’ve been awake for a while now, just playing with his hair and humming the first song that came to mind.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you softly greet him with a warm smile. He looks up at you, his own tender smile gracing his lips. A smile reserved only for you. He doesn’t say anything, too busy admiring your bedhead, appreciating how beautiful you looked in the morning.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck as his smile widens. “Where have you been all my life?” he murmurs softly against your skin.

“In another universe?” you reply playfully.

His smile slowly fades at the thought. His face is still in the crook of your neck as he mumbles “It’s not fair,” hoping you wouldn’t hear, but you do anyway.

“What’s not fair love?” you ask.

“It’s not fair how the universe hid you away from me,” he joked. You gently hug his head and chuckle. He said it jokingly but you know that’s not what he really wanted to say.

It was Wade who introduced you to each other during one of his many parties. You were his neighbor across the hall. After some mildly uncomfortable introductions and comments from Wade, Logan irritably told him to shut the fuck up which led to him eventually leaving you two alone.

You never met the Logan of your world, and Logan never met the you in his world. Sometimes you wonder if you ever did meet the Logan of your word, would he be the same as the man you’re lying with right now? Probably not, and you think it’s for the best.

He stays quiet for a while before releasing you from his embrace and sitting up.

He stares at the wall, pondering about you, your relationship, this world he’s in, everything.

His mind wanders back to the time when you made that odd-looking hat because you said it reminded you of his hair—he couldn’t help but smile, realizing in that moment that he would cherish everything about you, no matter how unusual it was. He remembered the night you two were watching a horror movie on the couch and you were so scared that you somehow found a way to burrow yourself between his back and the couch to get away from the horrifying scenes unfolding on the TV. In that moment he felt a deep and instinctive need to protect you from anything that would frighten or harm you, real or not. And then there was the time you went out of your way to get him the watch he had been staring at in the mall; it made him realize just how much you cared.

Maybe fate brought you to each other, though he’s not entirely sure. But he was sure about one thing: he wants you. He wants this life he’s created with you. He has never felt so content, calm, and happy. Yet, he’s convinced himself that he doesn’t deserve any of this—especially not you.

“Love? Is everything alright?” your voice laced with worry brings him out of his contemplation and back to the present.

God knows he wasn’t a good man, and he’s told you so many times but you stand by him. If he hadn’t already lost everything, he would be willing to do so, if you asked. And that’s what he tells you.

You move to straddle on his lap and cradle his face in your hands.

“Hey, it’s me,” you say softly. “You may not be a good man, and as you said, you’ve done bad things. But what’s happened has happened, and you can’t change that. Even if you could and you did, we wouldn’t be here right now. You may think you don’t deserve me but isn’t that also up to me? I want you, and you want me. Let’s keep it that way, alright?”

He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close. Afraid that if he moved even the slightest bit you would disappear along with his reason for everything. You don't say anything. You let him hold you until his heart and mind stop racing.

Running your hands through his hair and hugging him against your chest you whisper, “It’s not fair,” echoing his words from earlier. “It’s not fair how much I love you even when you piss me off and act like you don’t need me.”

You settle onto his lap, and softly press your forehead against his. A tender smile graces his lips as he gazes into your eyes. “Well, if that’s the case,” he murmurs, his voice soft and sincere, “you have no idea how unreasonably in love I am with you. With everything you do, with just… you.” he pulls away, holding your wrist and laying his head in your palm, more tears threatening to fall, "You make me feel normal when I'm with you.”

Fighting back your own tears, you whisper, “I love you, and I want you to remember that. I love you so much it hurts. And it hurts me as much knowing you don’t believe that you deserve it, because you do. I love you, so please don’t push me away” you bring your lips to his in a soft and tender kiss.

"I love you more than words can say, and I promise I'll never push you away again.”

“And I’ll stay by your side, no matter what happens,” you added, holding him close.

[cripplecharacters]

Hello! Thanks for all your hard work.

I have a character who lives through a war and experiences a traumatic head/facial injury that leaves him with asymmetrical features. Before discovering this blog, I wrote him as being a little insecure about it even years later (the main story takes place long after that), but have since retconned that as I realized writing it that way was the result of ingrained disfiguresmia, which I don’t want to perpetuate. As it currently stands, he does not have any particular feelings about his appearance itself/the visible remnants of the injury, nor is he treated differently for it. It’s just a thing, and not the focus of his character. Recently, however, as I was working on more of his background, I realized he ended up bearing a strong resemblance to one of his parents, who harmed him quite badly as a child.

So, my question is this: While nobody would be happy to experience a traumatic injury, would it be in bad taste for him to eventually end up being pleased that he no longer looks so much like his parent? Not that the genetic resemblance has somehow disappeared as a result of an injury, but rather that when he looks in the mirror, he sees himself instead of someone who hurt him?

I want to be careful to portray facial difference respectfully. I thought that maybe associating the visible result of something traumatic (cranio-facial injury) with gaining a stronger sense of identity (in a positive way) might be alright. But I wanted to check, because I don’t want to go too far the opposite direction and romanticize it.

(I’m using this emoji combination so I can find my ask later:🪞💙💥)

Hi!

My original note when drafting this was "This is genuinely a rare and interesting take on a character's feelings after getting a facial difference and it goes hard as fuck", which is a Way to say that I like it.

I don't think it's in bad taste at all, it's more of a breath of fresh air with interesting characterization mixed in. Has the character's backstory influencing his feelings on a current event. I get to mildly see myself in this kind of experience as I'm also glad to no longer be told I look really similar to a family member since my partial paralysis got more obvious. Cool as hell.

I really love that you figured out something positive that makes sense for your character to take out of an acquired facial difference. I mean, this is what people do in real life; try to find positives. It looks like your character managed to do that and that's awesome.

I wouldn't consider this romanticization at all, but even if it slightly was then I think we can have a bit of it as a treat after decades of hearing how looking different makes us fundamentally worse. It's not like you're doing some inspiration porn shtick about how an acquired disability suddenly made him into a saint who no longer has a single mean thought in his head.

If this worries you though, try to keep in mind the negative symptoms that he almost surely has - does he have nerve damage, migraines, problems with speaking, fear of loud noises? These things don't go away if you feel positive about something, though it might make it easier to mentally deal with. Show the parts he's more glad about, and the ones that make his life more difficult, days that are better and days that kinda suck. Make him struggle in areas of life unrelated to his disability, and have joys that are unrelated to it too. The usual advice.

This was probably my favorite synopsis of a character with a facial difference I read in a long time, so thank you for sending this. I'd love to see more characters as carefully thought out as this one.

mod Sasza

[doodling-doodle]

So I like Just Dance

I don't normally make other content but @wainmfis decided to bring this up and give me an excuse to talk about this so thank you :)

Jack Rose with his own Eras Tour, along with many-a-headcanons for Jack and Wanderlust (Wanderrose tee hee) and the aftermath of JD2024

Buckle up, y'all, this is a long ride. I put this post into a word counter and it's almost 3,000 words. So, if you just want The Era's Tour stuff, I marked it in italic, bold, red, ALL CAP LETTERS

Alright, so, I'll get my Jack headcanons first

He started making music when he was fifteen and was allowed to release albums (With songs only approved by Night Swan on the album) when he was sixteen. He was allowed to choose his own genres though, as long as she fully wrote some of the songs.

His debut Album was Self Titled (So it was called Jack Rose)

annnd this is where that most of my inspiration on Jack comes from Taylor Swift and I have zero shame.

So all of his albums are mostly the same as hers, titles, songs, etc. (Except for 1989... how old is Jack right now? 28?? Lets say 28, it would be titled 1996)

However... there is one extra album, that happened between Speak Now and Red.

When he was around seventeen, that's when he finally used his slightly later curfew, when he was allowed to be wandering in Eternyx until eleven o'clock at night, which was insane for him because he used to only be out until nine-thirty at the latest.

He would wander around the streets for hours, running back to Swan Tower when he had about an hour and a half left.

Until the day that he found an abandoned bar turned hidden rap club in the small part of the city that Night Swan didn't go around often.

He had wanted to try putting out rap for a while, but Swan never allowed him, she said he wasn't good at it, it wasn't good music and it wouldn't do well under his name.

He would watch and listen from the outside, scurrying back home just in time for his curfew.

Until the night he decided to go in there. He had paid the servants (Hehe, serve) to not tell Night Swan he was out past curfew, and he went out to the little club in the city.

He would hide in the corner, in a hoodie to hide his face and in the dark. No one could now that he was there.

People came up to talk to him, eventually realizing who he was and quickly swearing that no one would tell a soul. That was the first time he really told anyone about his mothers ways.

They all welcomed him with open arms, and he had real friends for the first time in his life.

He would sneak back into his room through his unlocked window, the servants would fake pictures of him being in his room, either at his desk writing or in his bed on his laptop or asleep.

He eventually started fully making his raps, rather then just keeping them on paper, and he starting singing them at his little club, much to everyone's joy.

To his mother's horror.

He was under an alias (Not sure what to call him yet), and she made him not only drop it, but scaled back his curfew again and made him cancel plans to tour for months.

But she "punished" him by making him release an album full of his raps. That made him so happy, and it ended up becoming his favorite album, cover and all.

Lose Yourself. (So this is where Eminem inspiration comes in, plus NF)

When he got to tour for that album at the age of twenty, dressing how he wanted to dress, he saw his friends from the club, screaming in support. it ended up being his most successful tour before 1996's Danceverse Tour, where he finally got to leave Eternyx for the first time. That was when he was twenty-four. Even then, his mother still made him perform songs that she wrote for him. (Locked out of Heaven and Treasure for 1996)

That was the last album before the events of JD 2023. After that, it got out what Swan Army was doing, and while he wasn't blamed for what happened, he was partially questioned if he had any part in what she did to coaches.

After that, he fully detached himself from her, left nearly everything to his name in Eternyx and started a new life in Dancecity. He had an apartment and everything, he wrote songs but hadn't put out an album. Night Swan was still around, so he was scared about putting out the music that he was writing. He figured he could just get it out of his system and then write the things he'd normally write and put that out.

He got to keep in touch with his new friends, went to explore Danceverse's with all of them and was finally able to let loose- even managed to get back in touch with his old rapping friends.

But... Wanderlust was the one that was around the most, always coming around at some point, even if they just walked through the city together, running across the rooftops, or went to another Danceverse, or something, but Wander was determined to be around him. Maybe to prove a point to his father.

But months went by, writing songs together and going to Scarlet's Palace together...

Until Jack asked him on a date. And he said yes. And they kissed. They started dating about three months after the whole battle in Eternyx.

(Also saying this now, I always thought Jack was the taller one until realizing that Wander was... so I'm just gonna throw canon out the window, Jack is taller now, fight me-)

They kept it hidden, fully hidden, from Wander's parents and their friends, and any media attention.

Then... Well the thing happened.

My explanation for Jack being in Swan tower is that he 1. wanted to try and get some of his things while he knew Night Swan wasn't around, and 2. try and free some of the poor servants. He couldn't hear Wanderlust calling out to him.

So now he has to go on an adventure to free his friends and his lover.

Now... how do I go about describing Jack's powers/magic? Said powers were lying dormant after Swan tried to take it from him when he was young, but she did it wrong, and he still has them, and managed to re-awaken them. Not sure what song he would be dancing to for it, (kinda leaning towards Hope by NF, with the right imagery and maybe a few lyric changes it'd be perfect. Like imagine Jack having a battle with Mirror Jack?? Hell yeah!) but it would be right after Tainted Love when he watched the ship leaving.

So... said powers include, the same thing that Swan did with the water in the pond in the tower, visions, but also memories. Also with that, kind of what Mihaly did with the signal they sent Jack. Another thing is swan wings (Lets be honest Night Swan just jumping to the top of the top of the ship looked a little... weird. So now Jack can look cool while doing it) another thing with water!... I guess you could call it water manipulation? He's able to control waves, and storms to an extent.

I could go on about the adventure he went on, but that's for another time (maybe)

Long story short, Eternyx was collapsed, Jack found out the truth about why his brother (Yes, Cygnus) left, and why his father was never around (Vester), Wanderlust was drug out of Eternyx by The Traveler, screaming for Jack, Brezz and Mihaly ran out of there through a portal Jack made for them before he went to leave a parting shot to Night Swan. Si'ha took him out of there before it collapsed, took him to her palace and tried to help him as much as she could.

Wanderlust had a fight with The Traveler in the SpaceTime Hotel, was essentially disowned by him, and Wander went back to Eternyx to try and find Jack, shit happened, he found a crown that Jack had made for him, found out he was alive but he didn't know where he was, and left to Dancecity.

Like a month goes by, people realize what happened, and Jack is blamed for his friends being in danger (He also blamed himself) and a lot of shit Night Swan did, and Wander is trying to both find him and defend Jack, to no avail.

So Wander, of course, tries to go to Jack's apartment, to their favorite places, to other Danceverse's, to no luck.

Discoball is actually the one to find Jack at Si'ha's palace, and they go to him, show him just how bad Wanderlust was doing while searching for him. Jack immediately goes to find Wanderlust, and he does, taking him back to the palace, where Si'ha was waiting for them to get back so Wander could tell her exactly what his father did.

Anyway, time passes, Jack is still being hounded by media and everyone else other then his friends.

So... Yes, this leads to Reputation and his first tour in four years. No one knows that he and Wanderlust are dating still, have no clue who the person he's singing about in some of the songs are.

While still hounded during it, he managed to actually get the proof of him not being involved in Night Swan's schemes, which finally put a stop to some of the massive hate he was getting. He also got his first proper award from it, that he got to keep instead of Night Swan taking it from him.

A year later, when he finally feels safe to go out, he's seen with Wanderlust a little too much, leading to rumors and eventually, them saying that, yes, they'd been dating for about three years.

That's when Lover came out.

I could go on about headcanons for award shows, but not today.

He just never went on tour for Lover, and his albums went on, and there was something going on in the Danceverse's that stopped everything (Basically the equivalent of the pandemic) So by that point, Jack and Wanderlust had their own home, and they were stuck there. (Their social medias were unhinged during this time) So both of them were writing a lot of songs, leading to the first album of that year, Folklore. He and Wanderlust wrote it together, which was special to him.

But because of how insane they both were going, Jack kept making more music and put out a second album, Evermore, while Wanderlust actually made his own EP with music that he wrote about his dad and about Sara (I may elaborate about it another time)

So, now, lockdowns are lifting, and people are going on tour again but Jack didn't because he now had three albums that he would tour for...

So then two years later, Midnight's comes out, and the next year, he announces his tour.

The Jack Rose Era's Tour.

This is where I mention that... Jack re-recorded his albums, so there's "Jack's Version" Albums. When Eternyx collapsed, so did everything in it, which meant the record label he was under (Night Swan's, which meant she also had the royalty rights to his songs because she's an absolute bitch) was also gone, which meant his old albums existed, but weren't under his name. This is where he got to do all the vault tracks and even some of Wanderlust's music that he never put out.

THIS IS WHERE THE ACTUAL ERA'S TOUR HEADCANONS START HOLY SHIT I DIDN'T MEAN TO RANT THAT MUCH

So!

Let's start with the outfits.

Most of the bodysuits are the mostly same as the real Era's Tour, but I can't really see him wearing heels, at least not the type that Taylor wears, but I can see him in wedged shoes, not full heels but something. As for the dresses, those are replaced with suits and/or jumpsuits (Maybe he could pull off a dress... maybe)

As for songs/lyrics, some have been changed for the sake of context

For the Lover setlist, I'm replacing Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince with I Forgot That You Existed (If I can figure out good lyric changes to make it fit, that might change) and The Man with ME!

Fearless setlist is the same, though. (I love Love Story too much, I want to change lyrics/context for it, but if I can't, I'll replace it with something but not sure what yet) He also has something similar to the Junior Jewels shirt for You Belong With Me because it's so cute, and he has variations in the main outfits.

Evermore setlist is the same (MAN do I have headcanons about Champagne Problems, I'm putting Jack through the ringer. And for Marjorie, Oh this poor man.) However, while looking into it, some things said that Evermore's set had 'Tis The Damn Season, while others said it was No body, no crime? so for now, it's No body, no crime. The outfit is a flowy and long Jumpsuit, same color as the dress, and he gets the cape for Willow. (I might make drawings of all the outfits at some point, but don't expect them to be flawless designs because this guy seems hard to draw for some reason)

Reputation is the same, so is the outfit, BUT! This is where Wanderlust comes on stage with him too, singing all the songs with him, plus songs from his EP that fit (A lot of the songs on that EP were written around the time Reputation was written). Wander is wearing the mirror image of the outfit, the asymmetrical sleeve and pant leg on the opposite side. Wander sings the second verse and chorus of every song, except his own, which he sings most of them completely on his own.

Speak now is the same, with the dress(es) replaced with a full suit (That would match the dresses, so there would be one with flowers at the end of the sleeves and the pant legs, a purple one that matches the ballgown, etc.) And Wander is back! Similarly in a suit that would match Jack's, and he sang Enchanted with him, first verse and the bridge.

The extra era, Lose Yourself! His outfit here is basically the outfit from the actual Lose Yourself beta map. Songs would be Not Afraid, (Em, but this one may change) Hope, (NF) 'Till I Collapse, (Em) and of course, Lose Yourself with a slight outfit change. Wanderlust isn't here for this one

Red set is the same, and the outfit, shirts, 22 hat and the coat for All Too Well. No Wanderlust here :(

Folklore set is the same, dress replaced with a long jumpsuit with a vest, plus a bit of a cape (there's been multiple dresses for Folklore, right? I feel like there has been. So there'd be multiple suits) Wanderlust is on stage for Cardigan, singing the first verse and chorus, part of the bridge and the last chorus with Jack. He's in a similar suit to Jack's, just more of sleeves.

1996 set! songs are the same, but the outfit(s), while still a two piece, the skirt is more like shorts. Wanderlust is there for Shake It Off because it's cute. He sings part of each chorus with Jack, plus most of the background vocals and part of the second verse.

Surprise song set, most of the time it's both he and Wanderlust on stage, both in similar full suits, just different colors.

Midnights set, all the shirts, coats and body suits are the same, so are the songs. Lavender Haze and Anti-Hero are performed with Wanderlust. Wander does the first verse and chorus for Anti-Hero, and the second verse, chorus and bridge for Lavender Haze.

The Tour itself goes one for nearly two years, with breaks occasionally. Of course, Brezz and Mihaly are always in VIP seats in stadiums with Wanderlust's parents (It's a little awkward for The Traveler, which Wanderlust kinda enjoys knowing. Has he forgiven him? In the process of it. Not something to elaborate on now)

Jack and Wander are only slightly unhinged on stage together, more during the surprise songs when they normally just talk a little bit and have fun.

The Era's Tour chants are also here, because I love them (so Fearless Heart Hands, 123 Lets Go Bitch, Jack you'll be fine/ Wander you'll be fine, etc.)

But whenever Wanderlust and Jack are seen in public together on breaks, it's normally on a rooftop together on a "date" (COUNTLESS pictures of them just eating together on a rooftop in Dancecity, or writing songs together) Or in Sun Horizon, or in a mall, or a restaurant, Scarlets, just having fun together. Seriously, if their seen somewhere public, there will be multiple times where they are laughing their asses off over the smallest things

There is a new album, but I don't think it's going to be The Tortured Poets Department, since it's not even out as of this post, but maybe another rap album?

Buuuut... the end of the tour?

The very last show, there was an extra segment at the end of the show, after Midnights was over and they were supposed to just go backstage, instead, Jack added like an extra ten minutes to the end... to propose to Wanderlust.

Which he, of course, said yes.

And that concluded The Jack Rose Era's Tour.

JUST A QUICK ASIDE, IF YOU WANT TO STOP READING HERE YOU CAN

I'm honestly not sure if I will do more Just Dance content, at least not consistently. I will probably not make a full out fic, unless people really want it. This was fun to do, I want to do more, I just don't know when I will.

Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed this!

[n7punk]

I accidentally drafted this instead of scheduling it for the start of October BUT I wanna talk about the scrapbusting aspect of Sapphic September for me now it's done because it was really successful for me.

Oh to start, let me actually explain scrapbusting: it's going through your scraps/fabric pile and finally sewing the pieces you've stocked up there. Usually it's more of a quilters thing since they can much more easily use small scraps, but the term has spread through the entire sewing community now and I've also seen it used for finally completing projects you may have cut out but never sewn and such.

So a lot of my SS ideas came out of nowhere (what is Ritual. Like actually) but this event was also so good for convincing myself to finally do things I'd been holding on to forever and I wanna go over those! I'm also gonna include a little of AU-ctober/Sheratober in here at the end

highlights / fault lines (OotW) [teeth]: i have had the highlights document sitting in my WIPs folder for 2 years (Oct 2022), starting with the first paragraph in the second scene for the final fic, and then just a little blurb of what the fic would be about (adora struggling to adjust/with her depression after joining the rebellion to explore how unhealthy she managed to be in secret). when I started writing the teeth prompt, i wrote that first scene and went, wait, this could actually tie into that old idea, so i pasted it into that old doc and just went from there. I'm so glad to have finally gotten that idea out there and it was basically accidental lol.

Sickfic (the Greys) [UFO]: another file I've had sitting around for two years (Nov 2022), I wrote the first paragraph and then immediately switched over to what the first chapter of Recycled Stardust ended up being, the museum gallery opening. I was writing it for a friend who was sick, so "sickfic" made sense, but then I had the other idea and asked them which idea they'd prefer, and they chose the art gallery, so that other idea just sat there in my WIPs folder titled simply "sickfic.docx" for two years. When I saw UFO on the list I IMMEDIATELY went oh my god I'm going to finally finish this thing.

the bones of what you believe (OotW) [bones]: This is a partial hit. I came up with the idea for the broken bones thing just for this prompt, but as I started writing it, it naturally morphed into a reality break, and I had the following stub in my OotW ideas folder (titled 'delirium'): "Cognitive dissonance, catra adjusting to bright moon but its so pastel, and soft, and breezy, and smells like open air and flowers, it feels like a halucination, it’s difficult to tell what’s real". I ended up incorporating those aspects into this reality break, which I think works better than trying to turn that into its own fic separately, so another idea down!

Backseat Beast (Trade Today for Tomorrow) [moonlight]: I've had the catcrumbs drawing that inspired this sitting in my drafts, with those tags attached (minus Sapphic September lol), since the 4th of July... 2023. Yeah. I told you this was scrapbusting lol. I knew I wanted to do something with Catra, being far too aware for a kid her age, using it to listen in and be a bit of a little shit, but I never came up with more for it and had the idea it had to be multiple vignettes to make a new installment but like... it doesn't. It can just be one, lol, so as soon as I saw 'moonlight' I thought of TTfT since it's tied into immortality in that verse and I ended up using this idea even though there isn't actually any moonlight directly tied into this idea. I was going to try to write another scene that actually had the moonlight glow, but what I learned this month was that I need to give myself permission to write smaller things more.

mirrorworld (a left turn somewhere around etheria) (OotW) [surreal]: okay obviously I made that original tumblr post four years ago, but I had no intention of actually writing it. I happened to rediscover it two years later though (not really sure when) and decided I should actually write it. Well I wrote one paragraph and then never picked it back up. When I saw both the surreal and mirror prompts I knew I had to actually do this fucking idea now or just delete the damn file lmao.

Starlight (somewhere between the sand & stardust) [the divine/awakening]: This was intended to be my next project after Slipstream before Sapphic September grasped my attention with that fucking ghost prompt. Anyway just a glance at the prompt list told me I could fit in the Lightbeam sequel with these themes somewhere so hey, problem solved! I was a little burnt out on kidfic right after Slipsteam so the break to write all the stupid stuff gave me the room I needed to actually write Starlight.

A Prophecy from an Angry God [prophecy]: Oh boy this one. I don't normally like crossover fic because most of the time the themes of the two things just don't mesh, nevermind the plot, but I do sometimes like AUs just using another universe's rules (thus letting you make your own themes & plot) so that's what I wanted to do with this. The avatar fic came to me as a fever dream in the later house or early morning, I don't remember which, and I made the file in my Scrivener ideas folder on March 24th in 2023, but I wasn't sure I was actually ever going to write it. I remembered it when thinking about prophecy/fate in regards to the Avatar's role, though, and I was like. I'm not deleting this file ever, so I either need to write it now or look at it forever. So I finally wrote it LOL.

In AU-ctober, I've been seeing on the idea for Somewhere Beautiful, We Can Finally Meet for 7 months. I started working on it here and there, but AU-ctober planning started back in early September and I thought this would be a good way to close it out, even if it ended up being much longer than the five days that made up that week.

Rain or Shine I've been sitting on for AGES and the Sheratober prompts helped push me on ideas to finally get it out.

The Green Line idea is only a month old, but it was just "subway AU" and the Sleep prompt came along as a great way to spur interaction by falling asleep on public transit.

[thehuggingisajustfortodaything36]

This is a special gift for any of you who are fans of the father and son relationship between Gyro and Boyd that was inspired by a conversation I had with @shychick-52. I hope you will enjoy this little story I wrote.

It was a long and tiring day for Boyd and Gyro when they finally got home. They had just gotten back from what could be considered the adventure of a lifetime or what some liked to call “The Last Adventure”. The mission to shut down Fowl for good was tremendous since it was partially a rescue for Huey and Webby, then everyone involved was trying to figure out what exactly the fiendish organization was planning, which turned out to be Bradford wanting to erase anything adventurous from existence and that included anyone that was associated with Scrooge McDuck. Thankfully the entire McDuck family succeeded in stopping that from occurring and just as they were headed home in the Sunchaser, Launchpad accidentally caused the occupants of the plane to be launched out into the open sky with what seemed like no way of avoiding a huge and terrible fall all the way to the ground. Luckily for Gyro, Boyd was there to catch him and he flew them all the way to Duckburg with his rocket feet for several hours leading to Boyd being exhausted once he landed them all safely home. Gyro took notice of this and decided to carry him to his bedroom where he could lay on the bed he designed specifically for Boyd to help recharge him. As Gyro started gently tucking Boyd into bed, he couldn’t help but think about the events that happened just hours ago and how terrified he was for Boyd throughout the entire ordeal. He may not have shown it but when he heard what Fowl’s ultimate plan was he became instantly concerned about whether or not he would see his definitely real boy again. Then to add more fuel to the fire when he saw that Dewey and Louie, who were the kid’s leaders while the adults tried to stop Fowl, were in front of his cell with none of the others in sight he internally began to worry about what had caused them all to be separated in the first place and he wanted to ask questions, but time was of the essence so he told them, in his own scientific words, how to open the cell doors in the hopes that once they had released their brother they would help him get out so he could begin his own search for Boyd to make sure nothing terrible had happened to him. Unfortunately he ended up getting captured by May and June who tied him up before he even had the chance to look for Boyd. When all the danger had passed he finally reunited with Boyd whose head was not attached to his own body, but instead Lil’ Bulb had looked after his brother like Gyro had asked by giving his body to Boyd resulting in a combo Gyro had hoped to never see again for as long as he lived, Lil’ Boyd. Gyro had asked the children how that happened and they weren’t willing to say anything about it at first, but when they saw how upset he was about Boyd’s predicament they told him about the plane crash which sent Gyro into an even bigger spiral of concern for Boyd with him constantly asking if he was alright and then searching for his body like his own life depended on it. Only when Boyd was safe and sound in his arms did Gyro finally feel completely at ease and seeing Boyd sleeping peacefully in the comfort of his own home brings a loving smile on Gyro’s face. As he goes to give Boyd a sweet kiss on the top of his head good night Gyro notices a soft and trilling noise that seems to be coming from, to his surprise, his own self. All his life he knew that chickens can purr, but he never once had an experience quite like this until now and looking down at his precious little creation he realized exactly why he was making this soothing sound to begin with. Gyro Gearloose is the happiest he’s ever been in his entire life! This realization made Gyro smooth back Boyd’s hair so it wouldn’t get in his face, gives him a gentle kiss on the forehead, says “Good night, Boyd” in the softest voice anyone has ever heard from him, and just as he’s about to head into his own room to go to bed he hears a small and quiet “Good night, Daddy” from a very sleepy Boyd. Having heard that Gyro’s heart began to melt with love, happiness, and delight entirely for his son, Boyd Gearloose.

[mieczyhale]

"there was inspiration taken from a horrible real life thing to create this story so we should cancel it"

.... i think... i need some people to think beyond their surface level knee-jerk reactions.

like i can see why someone would be upset about this, however.. maybe we could consider the way in which it was used.

1. how directly was it used?? 2. is it the only time in history something like that has happened? 3. is the author making a statement?? 4. if yes is it for or against the horrible thing?? 5. is the author making light of the situation?? 6. what is the relevance to the story being told?? 7. what is the context??

"it's not okay to use people's trauma as inspiration"

i hate to be this fucking guy but everything throughout history is trauma for someone. it is unavoidable. you can base your book on any event or time period and it could be considered "using trauma for inspiration". people have been awful for-fucking-ever.

the time or event in question is quote unquote next level?? it's too horrific to be used?? alright. that is your stance and nobody is going to take that from you. you have every right to think an author went too far or made a bad move, you have every right to be mad about it.

i, however, have the right to think mountains are being made out of mole hills. NOT because the trauma was not trauma, NOT because your feelings and opinions aren't valid, but because i see what the author did with the quote unquote inspiration. the story being told is one of, in all seriousness, love and family despite the horrors and horrible people who seemed untouchable finally being made to face consequences. it's a story on the side of people who have suffered in real life.

i didnt know about the controversy or about this topic at all until recently and i'm like.. okay. alright. i get it.

but i'm also so... idk, man.. frustrated i guess by the way that people talk about it. like a great sin was committed because someone wrote a fantasy story that had hella commentary on people and government and society and rights and family and love, all because it was at least partially inspired by real events.

i've been sitting on these thoughts all day and i just needed to get them out

in no way am i claiming to be any sort of authority on the topic, i am not claiming to be right, i'm just rambling / venting out my thoughts because what else am i supposed to do with them?? eat them??

[the-invisible-queer]

I feel like this is gonna make me sound both like a know-it-all nitpicking you and an insane weirdo who was way too invested in the relationship of two teenagers I don't know but. As someone who literally hyperfixated on both Nick and Miley for basically all of my formative years, and as a result just permanently has an encyclopedia's worth of useless information about their teenage selves stored in my brain even though both fixations died off years ago and I barely pay attention to either of them now, some parts of your post about them are simply killing me and I HAVE to correct and expand on it or I'll explode lol, I'm sorry it's nothing personal:

Kevin misspoke in the doc; the Hannah Montana episode wasn't when they met, they were already dating by then. They met at a charity event on June 11, 2006 according to Miley's book, with Nick also eventually calling June 11 their anniversary in Wedding Bells. IIRC Miley said in the book that Hannah Montana had only been airing for a few months when they met and the boys hadn't really done much of anything with Disney yet, which would definitely indicate emotions happening before any publicity did.

(There's also a very funny/interesting/wtf piece of lore re: this date from yearrrrrs later where Miley either mixed up the dates herself or tried to retcon her own life and gaslight everyone about public information by claiming on Twitter that June 11 was her anniversary with Liam, then deleted it, then announced her divorce very shortly after. That's not really directly related to anything we're discussing here but it was such a bizarre thing to watch happen in real time that it almost dragged me back into the fixation again as a grown ass adult, so I felt compelled to bring it up anyway lmao.)

A LOT of the og Niley Lore came from Miles to Go, where Miley dedicated an entire chapter to Nick (called "Prince Charming" in the book) and their relationship. I don't remember every detail anymore but she definitely said they clicked instantly, became boyfriend and girlfriend the day they met, and stayed up talking on the phone until like 4 a.m. that night, all of which backs up what Kevin said about love at first sight. She also explicitly said in the book that they truly loved each other and had a serious relationship despite how young they were.

A lotttttt of JB songs, especially but not exclusively the ones from the mid-to-late 2000s, are thought to be about Miley and some are very obvious if you know The Lore, but the only ones I know were ever explicitly confirmed besides the ones you mentioned are Sorry, Can't Have You and, of course, Before the Storm. The "hugs are overrated" part of SOS is sometimes thought to be a reference to the day they met, where according to Miley's book he tried to shake her hand and she told him she only did hugs, but I've always assumed that was probably just a coincidence since it seems like logistically it must have been written before they broke up and that would be a weirdly snarky line to write about your current girlfriend. Burnin' Up is also very very heavily thought to have been inspired by Miley, specifically by her look at the 2007 AMAs, which you can Google if you're interested enough; I do believe this one, which makes Selena's appearance in that specific music video much, much funnier.

Essentially all of Miley's earlier Miley songs (as opposed to Hannah ones) are also either confirmed or commonly thought to be about Nick. Also possibly of note is that some of Demi's early songs are also rumored to have a lot of Miley inspiration in them due to Nick co-writing them, which is simply amusing to me, especially considering the chances that at least one song probably ended up being partially about Nick's ex and partially about his brother. I never fixated on Demi or her music as hard as I did on these two though, so I no longer remember which specific songs were implicated here.

Nick confirmed Wedding Bells in his 'answering Google's most searched questions' video, where you could tell even he was thinking "who tf else did y'all think that one could have been about" lmao.

The messy little ping pong game Nick played between Miley and Selena for a while was definitely confirmed; I don't remember if any of them ever explicitly acknowledged it (outside of lyrics like "you love me, you like her" from 7 Things which...damn girl scalp him again), but to me and the other hyperfixated kids following along at the time, the dates alone made it obvious lol. He first got with Selena after the first time he and Miley broke up and then repeated that exact pattern at least two more times over the next few years, rarely being single for any significant length of time at all in between. Baby fuckboi behavior.

In conclusion, both of them have been pretty clear and consistent over the years that the emotions of it all came first and were very real, even if Disney may have capitalized on those emotions for publicity purposes. My specific examples are fuzzy since the fixations were dead by then but I know both of them have described the other as their first love and first heartbreak well into adulthood, including as recently as I think last year for Miley (where she revealed that the first time they broke up she asked if she could give him a hug goodbye and he said no, which is lowkey hilarious even though it makes baby Nick sound like a douche - although knowing his sensitive ass he was probably just afraid he'd start sobbing or something if she hugged him lol).

The only non-Niley piece of input I have to add is that in recent years Miley has definitely expressed negative and complicated emotions about starting her career so young, not in the sense that she didn't actually want it at the time but in the sense that like...children often want to do things that wouldn't be good for them or that they aren't capable of fully understanding the ramifications of, but that doesn't mean their parents should allow them to do those things or that they'll appreciate having been allowed to do those things when they look back as an adult. I don't know a ton about her feelings on it since again, I don't actively follow her anymore and only really see what comes across my feed, but it seems like it was definitely much more complicated than "her dad sold her to Disney Channel" or "she wasn't forced into it so it was fine." For the record I've often wondered if any of the Jonas boys have similar emotions about their young stardom, as most child stars seem to to some degree, but honestly feel like if they do we'll never ever hear about it; they just don't give me the vibe that they'd ever be comfortable talking about that publicly, especially if it involves any complex feelings towards their parents, who they seem to have much closer and healthier relationships with than Miley has with hers.

OKAY I'M DONE sorry that was a whole novel you didn't ask for but I literally have had all these stupid factoids about these two strangers just bouncing around in my head for like almost twenty years and almost never get the chance to put this wealth of knowledge to "use" anywhere, so on the rare occasions I can vomit all this up I kind of get carried away lmao whoops

BESTIE NEVER APOLOGIZE! Especially not when it comes to rambling about fixations. My blog is a safe space!

Though I wish you could add cuts in asks because RIP to everyone's dash I'll try to add tags so people with long posts blocked can ignore.

I'll be the first one to admit my fuck up with Jonas lore. Deadass don't remember anything Miley wrote in her book about Nick and I read Miles to Go twice but I have the memory of a twig.

I can't even remember what I was doing 5min ago - no joke.

Also my timeliness are SO fucking hazy - it's the trauma - because I'm learning shit I thought happened with JB in 2011 happened in 2009.

I am not the most reliable source.

Also I didn't care about Nick much back then. That's from when he was my least favorite (derogatory).

Thank you for illuminating us on the subject! I actually did learn a lot from that.

[the-firebird69]

degree is kind of upsetting ticonderoga was lost to the British and JC and Mary were taking pay with those battles too and they were saying about other stuff we're gonna make our money on them dying because they suck so bad. They sort of got the idea and they kind of inspired things to happen that would cause it and it's not a huge shock that people talk that way. That's just gross there's areiskinny New York it was a quick one that already happened a lot of people died it's northern New York and it was partially about the Pseudo Empire and there was a big stash in cash there that the max accessed and you guys miss it every time you're a bunch of ****. Bennington Vermont was recent August 16th also about the Pseudo Empire and the pseudo empire start to lose up there that was a big battle and it's a whole bunch of troops and some big stuff came out we think it will go on to October of a bit after maybe towards the end of October after they come and retake the place and then lose it again. Saratoga is very big that's a Freeman's farm that's gonna be where they remove a lot of Arnie's stuff and you can tell what stuff it is by the name of the battle or location if it was their area vermont is Michael 2 and Pennsylvania is Mack Daddy that's Brandywine September 11 that is a big deal it is about money and the proper of the Mac Proper more shortly

Thor Freya

i see it. the money goes to dc and comes out when the money will be issued somehow and no it comes out somehow you mvoe it here. and you sisiue it and i get it but they are the ones tking it from the stashes and caches in vt and ny upstate and i have aresas there we fight over and fought. and it is in my posessoin. so i ck the prior battles like bunker hill. nd have some indicators it was tamperd wiht and see it. now we puoll money put it there. and they tke it. makes sense and put it here mb. where we wonder. or is it in key bank. we ck. then youi use it on the card hmm. they sy he uses it by hand and no comes ehre. so we see.

trump nd we issue the money and the ss and he uses it and it is our code. but thier money and has happpened. both do it and tey know our code is hwy need rub fire smoke or no mirrors. and good we do see it

we do see youg et it a lot yes Zues he does a bit. kinda slow

thinks its all him we see why

lol

macs

and no not funhy. but okw edo this possbly...and who then takes the money from there to here.

trump

just it isnt it. dave a and carroll a had you move it. as they do now

and not him to his brother not that hard you saw it

macs

and your code, mac proper, and we do it. but we wont i say.

trump

we saw it no. we do get it

macs

This year we've been saying it's in correlation to 1775 and other years but it's hard to tell every year it is in correlation to prior years and future years all year long and it's by the month every day has two or three events believe it or not sometimes mostly it does and there's smaller events and you're running some sort of huge theatrical performance you're not aware of now some of you know but you don't know what year matches with what year. And her son says this guy has been getting killed a lot it's too much for nothing to be going on. Information has been told about the pyramids Bunker Hill sitting on one the timing for this to happen this year would be correct however it might be right for it to happen next year and discover things are put in there but Bunker Hill would have been investigated when the pyramids are looked into. My son says the last three lines with our daughter and I admit that they have not looked at these pyramids that much and that's a clue. They start looking at it after national treasure the movie goes and some other items it will kick into gear 1775 which will correlate with 2025 and it is an incredible event. In the early spring Paul Revere does his ride and the stand in is Trump and it's not a ghostly ride and it's on the horse and for real there's a reenactment and people think it's a reenactment but he is all of a sudden overpowered by fear because he sees it's happening and he goes to the North Church and he says the signals real and he's got code and he puts it up and does it a few times and people started moving and it started to work and they got in a fight it was Mack proper no it's a pseudo empire at this time and they checked it out and they did see Mac proper coming in and the wars and battles are with pseudo empire and with the Mac Proper is not necessarily true back in the day they would hire mercenaries to wear actual British uniforms which were slightly different and you can see that they're different they have a different color coat underneath and our son thinks it's green and it is so we are a little bit ahead but there are massive events happening and they are changing things so he still receives pay at about the same time but is a fraction of what he will receive in the future but nothing is not planned it's going to be something but if you look at the dates you know 1775 but no he was hired earlier george Washington was appointed commander in chief next year supposedly but he was in the military for like 20 years he had trouble but he was there and getting pay that might explain Social Security but at the time he was getting better pay and they give him actual stipends and you have to read about George WA.

we can tell you he ws paid erlier than net year and by the continental army not yet fully formalized. and bja does it a lot yes

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[agentgrange]

Hi! This may seem like a very random question but what are some things you like to incorporate into your games or writing? In the sense of things you are interested in and how they manifest in a scenario you make? Thanks! 🧐

I talked a bit before about taking inspiration from nonfiction podcasts like Blowback that puts history into a compelling narrative I like to use as a form of inspiration. Specifically I've really been into the concept of "telescopic history." Michael S. Judge talks about it a bit on his podcast DEATH IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER during his review of Gravity's Rainow.

If I understand it right, it's a way to describe and capture the truth and anxieties of one time period by telling a potentially anachronistic story set in a different era. Gravity's Rainbow for example is really about the events and culture of the sixties told as if it happened in the 1940s. That kinda framework has been really really interesting to me recently because it lets me kinda reapproach my hobby of studying these old conspiracy theories and world events and ask how those can be told to express what it feels like to live in a collapsing imperial core now. Horror, especially in ttrpgs that can't rely on visuals or jumpscares, really hinges on what sort of intimate personal connection you can make with the audience to illicit a reaction so it's really effective if you can use imagery and events from a different time to sorta unexpectedly mirror feelings and events that people growing up in a Post 9/11 US can relate to. By letting them think it's purely a period piece they maybe drop some of their emotional guard, only for you to hit them where it hurts.

For a practical example-- a story that might take place with the backdrop of a real 1980s UFO incident where a small town is confined to their homes can be used to give voice to a fear your players might be more familiar with of isolation during the pandemic. It's a storytelling strategy that I didn't really know how to articulate until recently, but has been super helpful to take inspiration from older media and adapt it. More importantly, it seems to run in direct opposition to the sort of referential nostalgia for nostalgia sake that's led to "80s fatigue" and a lack of enthusiasm with period pieces. I dunno, it's just something that's been on my mind now that there's so many Analog Horror series set around the time period that it temporarily made me hesitant to continue with my ideas at all. It'd be fun sometime to kind of look at a few Analog Horror series through this lens and show why telescopic history can partially explain why I find some Analog horror to be an amazing piece of inspiration and others to be completely, demoralizingly bad.

... I also like music. I have less to say about that other than it's more of a driving force that gets me sitting down and writing than any amount of coffee or Zyn could. Lately my leading album for Delta Green writing has been AJJ's Disposable Everything.

This is no exaggeration, we’re living in a death machine

And no, it’s not just your imagination, you’ve been living in a death machine

Some of us are passengers. Some of us are driving

Almost everybody’s getting bled to death to keep the motor running

I’m not being hyperbolic, this place is a death machine

Both literally and symbolic in the belly of the death machine

[bisexual-horror-fan]

I Don’t Ask For Much. Freddy Krueger X Reader.

WELL HERE WE ARE!

Been a minute since I have written for my main boy. No one requested this, no way this one is allll me, I took a bit of a break after finishing The Man Of My Dreams but was missing the mans and I had this idea rolling around my head for a little while so here it is! Just some full out, full on, nasty Freddy smut. Without any further ado, here we go, ENJOY!

Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.2K. Freddy Krueger X Reader. Warnings: Rough sex, knife play, blood play, cutting, asking for permission, punishment, spanking, teasing, mocking, dom/sub dynamics, Freddy being a bastard as per usual, slight degradation, fingering, squirting, dirty talk but pet names too.

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I Don’t Ask For Much.

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He had been visiting you for a while. A long while, he had taken quite a liking to you, or enough of a liking he decided you were worth the trouble to keep you around. He already had plenty of people to hunt and to kill but you were good for fulfilling a different kind of need that he had. 

You didn't have anyone else and fuck it was so good, so filthy, so hot, he would visit whenever the mood struck and used you however he saw fit and you fucking let him. 

More than let him, you enjoyed it, reveled in it, loved it. 

I mean who could say no to him? 

Lord knows you couldn’t.

Not when he was capable of making you feel as hot as the air in the boiler room itself that he normally had you in. 

Now all this being said, even though he ‘liked’ you, as much as he was capable of liking someone in this kind of arrangement really, he still enjoyed toying with you. Hunting you, chasing you, scaring you before getting onto the main course and what he really intended to do with you. 

This is where we find you, asleep and dreaming, it started as a normal dream until he twisted and manipulated it into another nightmare. 

You had gone to bed in some of your usual sleepwear, just a loose t-shirt and some shorts, they still felt far too constricting and stifling in the heat of the boiler room you were being chased through. The concrete was rough and wet beneath your feet as you ran, the pipes were always dripping, if you weren't careful you could easily slip and he would have you, then again isn't that what you wanted? 

Of course it was but why give in so easily? You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't like playing a little hard to get, especially since whenever he did catch up to you couldn't keep up that act of being terrified and not wanting this, wanting him. 

You would think that you would have gotten acquainted with the layout of the boiler room but you are pretty sure that he can change it on a whim. Never the same, keeping it a messy confusing maze, all the better when he was hunting and pursuing someone. 

You still would try to make sense of it all the same, you think you remembered this corner being familiar, a hard left, stairs! You had been right! Up you went, wincing slightly at the rough metal grating on your bare feet, you had been running pretty hard on such rough flooring it was getting to be a little painful. Taking the steps two at a time, hand on the railing, it felt rough and rusty under your hand, if you gripped too hard it might cut you. You were used to getting cut in here and waking up bloodied but because of him not from a railing that might give you tetanus, could a dream give you tetanus? A thought you didn't linger long on as you reached the top step and started down the metal catwalk, you were getting tired, lungs burning, legs sore, it was so strange being physically tired while still asleep, but it was always strange with him.

You reached a dead end, the catwalk broke off, you just managed to stop in time, hand still gripping the railing for support. 

Then you heard him on the stairs behind you, the sound of his metal blades scraping along the railing as he climbed the stairs along with the heavy footfalls of his boots alerting you to his presence. 

Fuck.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, time to face him. 

You took a step forward to get away from the precarious edge you were on, and there he was on the same level you were, few feet between the two of you now. 

“Finally caught up, huh?”

Your breathing had mostly returned to normal but was still slightly labored from your run, you liked to tease him, enjoying the reactions you could draw out of him from not backing down so quickly.

“Finally got tired of letting you think you can get away from me.”

Okay Jesus why did his voice have to do it for you like that? 

And again the idea of that. He only lets you think that you can get away from him, likes to let you think you can escape even though you cannot. He was taking his time coming closer, in no rush, the sound of those blades dragging on the railing was terrible, you cringed slightly and that made him smirk. Bastard that he was, he loved to make you uncomfortable. You swear you wouldn’t normally put up with such treatment from someone but hey when he fucked you the way he did you could take a little uncomfortability and it was better than the alternative, better than ending up dead like the others he would visit and bring here. 

“Sure that is what it really is? Not just you getting slow in your old age?”

Much closer to you now, about two strides from being on you, close enough to reach out and touch you, fuck how you wanted him to touch you,

“So confident tonight. What’s gotten into you?”

Need. 

A deep and hungry need to just get ruined by him, you just wanted it hard and brutal, punishing, to wake up sore and spent, wake up so used and tired that it felt like you hadn’t slept at all. 

Was that so much to ask for?

He could obviously tell just what you needed. 

“Nothin’. Just talking to you the same way you talk to me.”

A laugh from him. Tips of the blades of his glove had met your hand that was still on the railing, they were cold as usual but you suppressed a shiver. 

“Hmm and who says you get to talk to me like that?”

More pressure, blades threatening to break through the delicate skin on the back of your hand, you winced slightly, he let up, glove instead starting to slide up your forearm, taking a step closer with the motion of it. You were still too close to the edge of the broken catwalk to think about taking a step back from him. His non-gloved hand reached out and grabbed your jaw hard, thumb running over your bottom lip and you responded much quieter than before,

“Oh do I need your permission to speak?”

You were being terrible tonight, normally by this point you would have given in, he was enjoying the fight in you right now, you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep it up however.

“Maybe not to speak but you do know you need it for other things.”

True.

He liked it when you asked for permission, and you would once again be a liar if you said you didn’t like it too, normally whenever you asked he gave in, least you could do was indulge his slight begging kink when he was so generous with you. Gloved hand had met your shoulder, metal still felt cold through the thin material of your shirt, with his non-gloved hand still on your jaw he tilted your head, exposing more of your throat, tips of two blades hooking into your shirt collar, grazing over your skin so light it caused goosebumps and made you want to shiver again. 

“Distracted?”

He asked. You had been looking at where his glove was moving, what it had been doing, your gaze flicked back to his face, so smug. Before you could respond those same two blades in your shirt collar moved down, with a swift motion cutting the thin fabric with ease, you think you would be used to this by now but you weren’t. A small gasp as he cut, he had nicked you slightly, the first cut of the night always hit a little different, particularly when it was so unexpected as this one had been. His hand let go of your jaw finally, trailed down your neck and gripped the other side of your shirt, both hands using the deep cut he had made to rip the flimsy garment with ease from your body. Torn shreds falling to your feet, again this was fine, it was an old shirt anyway and it felt nice, the boiler room was so damn hot it was kind of nice being shirtless, and again even nicer was being so exposed to him. You were hungry yourself by this point, you released the railing, hands coming to your hips with the intention of getting rid of your shorts, gloved hand grabbed your wrist, hard, 

“Did I say that you could?”

“No.”

Your reply came soft as you looked up to him, fuck that look of his was deadly, you dropped your hands and as he let you, his look was far less harsh as he chuckled softly,

“So obedient.”

You were for him, there was just something about him that made you want to listen, something about the way he looked at you, talked to you, the presence he had. You would be embarrassed for anyone to know about this side of you, of what he brought out of you but nobody knew with it being contained in these dreams with him.

“I don’t have to be you know…”

Ah still clinging on to those last imagined vestiges of control in this situation, it was laughable, he had all the power here and you were weak to him. If he told you to drop to your knees next you would have in an instant but for now you enjoyed playing pretend that you weren’t so deeply into this. 

“Oh sure kitten I believe you.”

His mocking tone said otherwise as with another step closer he was pressed against you, hands on your hips, another step forward from him made you take one back, again until you bumped against the railing, now you were really stuck.

“Nowhere to run.”

“Nowhere to hide”

You thought with a bite of your lip.

It was extremely flustering having him so close to you, touching you, even after the time you had spent with him it was still a lot to handle, it was always so damn hot in here and him being on you wasn’t helping matters at all. 

Something else that always caused a lot of tension is the fact that the son of a bitch had never even kissed you. He had done terrible, truly awful, debaucherous things to you, but not that, never that. 

And what was worse?

You loved it. 

This monster had made you cum over and over, had fucked you so roughly, but wouldn’t press his mouth to yours.

I mean Lord knows you would never put up with that kind of thing in reality of course not, but in here? With him? When he could make you feel like that?

Well let’s just say you let him get away with a lot more than you ever would anyone else. But back to where you were, back to him having you up against the railing, back to him teasing you, leaning in closer, hot breath on your neck. His leg was between yours, knee so fucking close to where you needed it, if you moved your hips down just a touch you could grind on it, on him. He'd like that too much, you giving in before him, you were feeling hot but not desperate, not yet anyway. 

"How wet are you right now anyway?"

Too wet considering he hasn't touched you below your waist once. You were sure he could smell you, the question was simply posed to worsen your situation, make you hotter and more bothered when you had to answer him. But what if you didn't answer him? 

"Awe all talked out?"

He teased as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your shorts, while he wouldn't kiss you he wasn't opposed to biting, anything to cause you more pain was obviously on the table, you felt his teeth graze your neck and you inhaled sharply.

"Guess I have to check you myself."

This is exactly what you hoped for when you didn't answer him, he brought his knee up that little bit higher and pressed to your aching core through the thin clothes you still had on your lower half. You gripped the railing you were still leaned against, fuck that friction felt nice, he didn’t linger long but he did give you a few nice, hard, grinds on his thigh before stepping back a little again, finally sliding your shorts down, they pooled at your feet and you were left in just your panties now. His hands slid up your thighs, slowly, blades dragging almost hard enough to break the skin but not quite yet, gloved hand finally back on your hip he gripped hard, metal biting into the tender flesh there. His non gloved hand sliding between your legs, fingers far back before dragging forward, hard, over your clothed slit.

Fuck you really were wet, weren’t you?

“Dripping is an appropriate word I think.”

Him talking to you like that was a problem, his fingers hadn’t stopped moving and that didn’t help, back and forward, you didn’t think the fabric could get any wetter, your head tipped forward slightly until he bit down for the first time, surprised yelp leaving your mouth drawing a laugh from him. 

“So sensitive aren’t you?”

His glove moved and blades hooked in one side of your panties and in one move he had cut them, ripped free now, God he could be so controlling and you were eating it up. His fingers on his non-gloved hand were giving you some direct contact finally, no fabric getting in the way and your eyes fell closed with a moan of his name at the feeling. 

He loved playing with you, pulling different reactions out of you was just too fun for him, mixing pain and pleasure. Seeing how you would moan and sigh when he would press just right on your clit or how you would suck in a harsh inhale of air or tense up when he bit down or dragged cold steel harshly against you drawing fresh blood.  

But he was thinking he had played with you enough.

His hands came under your thighs,

“Legs up.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, gripping the railing harder as your eyes opened again, his hands gripping your thighs hard as he pressed between your legs, he was so fucking hard already. He had leaned back a little, looking you in the eye, oh you knew that look and knew exactly what he wanted, legs wrapped around him, ankles hooked behind him. You were rewarded with his non-gloved hand giving some much needed attention to your clit once more.

“Good job. Got you trained so well I don’t even have to tell you.” 

You were so worked up, you let out a soft moan, breathing was more labored, pressure increased and your hips shifted slightly, leaning up more into his touch, 

“So hungry for it.”

He sure liked to hear himself talk but fuck so did you, that deep voice of his always helped you along so quickly, he was too good at reading you as well.

“Freddy-”

You breathed out his name as your eyes fell down, looking at what he was doing to you was always a treat when you could see it, something about seeing his rough and scarred hands touching you made it better. Maybe it was because you got off so heavily on the fact that you loved doing this in your dreams, as this fun and naughty fantasy but never would in your real life, it was such an escape for you. So different you could totally lose yourself in it. 

“Eyes up here.”

He liked making you look him in the eye though, enjoyed how it could make you squirm, which you did so as you looked up to meet his gaze once more. God you were getting close, you huffed out a hard breath before doing the thing that while it was embarrassing you loved it all the same, even if you didn’t it was one of the few requirements for hooking up with him,

“Please can I Freddy?”

He loved it when you asked, amused smirk on his face, he pressed a little harder making you gasp and he asked in that low mocking tone that made you throb,

“Hmm want to cum?”

The way he circled your clit just so as you were so achingly close was wonderful, you moaned low before begging lightly,

“Yes! Please?”

He was normally very generous with you and tonight was no exception.

“Course kitten, c’mon cum for me.”

And that was all you needed to hear, back arched, another moan of his name as you came, clit pulsing under his touch, thighs trembling as you fought to keep your legs around him, eyes rolled back as you lost yourself in the moment of pure bliss he had gifted you. You were oh so lucky he loved to watch you come undone for him. 

No rest for you, his hand off of you, hips rolled forward, hard length ground against you and you moaned again, barely over the aftershocks of your orgasm as he started to undo his pants. 

Fuck yes you needed this right now, you felt painfully empty at this moment, needed to be filled, you arched to grind back on him, you had just cum and yet were still so hungry for him. He seemed ready for it, not necessarily impatient or rushing, he just knew what he wanted from you and he was going to take it. 

“Spoiled little thing. Barely finished cumming and you are already begging to get fucked.”

You knew what was expected and you did so without another thought, debasing yourself as he craved to hear from you,

“Ye-yes I am, please Freddy I need it.”

He was so obliging to you, he ground on you, you bit your bottom lip, pathetic whine leaving your throat at the feeling of him, he didn’t need to grind his now bared length against you for long before he was wet enough to slide in with ease. You let out a low groan once he was fully seated inside your slick heat, looking up to him, pleading with your eyes to please move, to please fuck you like you longed for. 

He looked so fucking smug when he had you like this, he gripped harder with his gloved hand still under your thigh you bit your bottom lip at how sharp it felt, you knew once he started to fuck you you’d get cut. The motion of it and the placement of those blades, how hard they were biting into your thigh you knew on the first really hard thrust he would draw blood. He was aware of it too, you were sure the placement of his glove was no accident, you were sure it was on purpose but you still wanted it.

“Freddy…”

You whispered it and finally he pulled out slowly before pushing forward again making you moan once more, he wasn’t gentle but he started out slowly, enjoying the drag of his hard cock against your swollen walls. Then finally he slammed forward hard once, skin broke and you cursed as you felt hot slick blood spill forth, you couldn’t control it when you cried out-

“YES!”

He paused for a moment, buried all the way inside of you, head dipped down and he bit the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder and you whined as he said against your skin, tone was rough and low,

“You love it when I hurt you.”

No question about it.

A clear and concise statement, and a true one at that. 

You did.

He was rough with you, took you hard, speaking of hard if you gripped the rusty railing any harder you would cut your palms open too. You could feel your blood leaking between the fingers of his glove, another particularly hard thrust made you pant out his name, your legs tightened around him and with that you had some delicious friction on your clit once more, so right and so needed. 

You were ruined already, rocking with him, breathing so hard as he took you, lord knows you wouldn’t last much longer, pleasure coiling inside of you, burning and hot the same as the room around you. Pleasure building inside of you, up, up, up and you breathed out that word again, a desperate plea, a hurried question-

“Please?”

“No.”

Now that you weren’t expecting. He liked you asking but he always allowed you until now. You thought he just liked hearing you beg, liked you asking as a means of control and domination but there hadn’t been the follow through until right now.

Now he was telling you no.

“No?”

It came out rushed, a little frantic, you were a bit confused, another bite on your throat, you were pulled closer to the edge and you bit your bottom lip in response with a soft moan,

“No.”

He said it so firmly. You knew he expected you to listen but how were you supposed to? How were you supposed to hold back right now?

“I don’t knooow if I ha! Ca-a-an-”

He pulled back a little to look in your eyes, fuck that stare was intense, his hips paused only for a moment as he said,

“You better.”

A pang of fear in your chest, you knew you should listen, who knows what he would do if you didn’t but it was too good. The way he hit that spot inside, the slight grind when he was all the way inside again, the friction on your clit, the pain providing the all important dangerous edge you had come accustomed to in these sessions with him. All of it was just right. You tried to fight it, tried to loosen your legs a little, hoping it would ease the friction on your clit but his glove gripped harder, preventing you from moving your legs even an inch. You whimpered and tried to take it, tried to hold out,

“Don’t.”

He warned you and while it did sound serious you swore you could hear the hint of a smile in his voice, unable to tell if he really was smiling because his face was still buried in your neck, another bite and you groaned his name. It’s like he wanted you to fail on purpose, like he was doing every little thing right, just trying to see how far he could push you before breaking you down, splitting you open. 

All things considered you did last a decent amount of time, certainly longer than he anticipated for the first time he dropped this on you but he won out. Another hard thrust and grind and there you were, no hope of stopping it, you clenched around him and fell into your second orgasm of the night. You shuddered, eyes shut tightly as you rode out the pleasure, heaving, you could feel the sweat dripping down between your breasts and from behind your knees. It took you a moment to register he had stopped, holding still inside of you, your eyes opened to find him staring you down, you swallowed hard and offered up softly,

“Sorry?...”

“Sorry?”

He sounded amused but his expression said otherwise, he continued, 

“Tsk. Y/n what am I going to do with you?”

He dragged his glove up from under your thigh, over your hip and up your side, paper thin cuts, small red lines being drawn up flushed skin until finally the blade on his index finger dragged under your jaw, tilting your chin up, you winced and he stated,

“I don’t ask for much.”

He gave a slight shake of his head, hips rolled forward, a delicious grind that threatened to make your eyes roll back again as he pressed on,

“I really don’t. I give and I give and all I ask is that you listen when I tell you to do something.”

His gloved hand gripped your throat and it stole your breath, the leather felt slick from your blood, you were certain you were going to be an utter mess when you awoke, you would have to take some pictures to forever remember how wrecked you were. It was always fun to look back on them when you were alone in bed and thinking of him as you attempted to recreate the feelings he could stir up in you. His grip tightened and he said,

“What am I gonna do with you?”

What was he going to do with you?

“Can’t listen to me the one time I tell you no.”

He already knew. 

Already knew exactly what to do with you.

“I haven’t had you in your bed yet, have I?”

You were a little shocked but you nodded timidly and said,

“No. No you haven’t.”

It was an option you hadn’t even considered to be perfectly honest, he always took you in the boiler room, in uncomfortable positions, against walls or the floor, bent over or like right now on this catwalk, legs around him, leaning on and gripping the railing, he spoke again,

“I should fix that shouldn’t I?”

A snap of his non gloved hand and you were falling back, the railing had disappeared and before you could blink your back hit the soft and familiar blankets of your own bed. The change was so sudden and startling but you didn’t have time to think of that as he pulled out of you, his grip tightened on your throat, your hand over his glove as it was harder to breathe with how he was gripping you, he said,

“When I let go of you-”

He gave you a harsh look that made your heart pound in your chest, whether it was from arousal from his dominance or fear from his weapon on such a delicate part of you it didn’t really matter. He continued,

“-I expect you to get on your hands and knees. Quickly.”

You nodded, eyes wide and after a beat he removed his glove and you complied, scrambling to be on your hands and knees for him, gloved hand on your hip once you were in position for him, 

“Good.”

A very hard spank with his non-gloved hand on your ass that made you gasp and he said,

“You have a nice bed, I could get real comfortable here y/n.”

Two more hard smacks in a row that made you yelp and him chuckle, 

“Now then. Onto what I am going to do with you. Which pillow do you sleep on, kitten?”

What did he have in mind?

You listened all the same and reached out grabbed the one you normally slept on, one more hard spank as he said, 

“Good girl, now put it between your legs.”

Now why did he want you to do that?

You didn’t question it, positioning it between your spread thighs,

“Perfect.”

One final smack and his non gloved hand slipped back between your legs, fingers dragged over your slit until coming to rest on your clit, circles rubbed and you moaned, wait how was this supposed to be a punishment exactly? 

You were so sensitive right now but who could blame you after those two previous spectacular orgasms? Fingers slid back and he slipped two fingers inside of you drawing a curse from you, his fingers hooked and found that sweet spot inside of you,

“Freddy yes-”

“Oh I don’t think you’ll be saying that soon.”

He said it so harshly it scared you a little, fuck it felt so good right now, there had to be a twist to this, what was it going to be? He built you up so fucking quickly, far too good with his fingers as he worked you over, curling and flexing, scissoring in and out, your fingers curled in the sheets and your eyes screwed shut with a moan. You were getting close again, you pushed back against his fingers, chasing that pleasure, forgetting yourself and he reminded you,

“You still have to ask.”

You did, you begged and pleaded,

“Please? Fuck-Fredd-”

Your begging cut short as you gasped, you realized right then that not only was that familiar feeling building inside of you that of your impending orgasm but also a slightly less familiar feeling, you knew when you came you were going to squirt,

“Ah finally caught on, eh?”

A small reminder that he can see inside your head. He hadn’t let up, his thumb brushed against your clit as those same two fingers plunged inside of you, you were on the edge, a dark laugh as he continued,

“No running from it, you are going to cum, understood?”

No way could you deny him. You came the hardest you had so far that night with an ample gush of wetness and a cry of his name, his fingers slowed but didn’t stop as he drew out your orgasm as long as he could, you were shaking when he finally slipped his fingers out of you. His gloved hand gripped your shoulder hard and he pulled you up so your back met his chest, 

“Felt good?”

You were still breathless when you nodded and sighed,

“Yes.”

“Awe. Good.”

He gripped tighter, blades of his glove biting into your shoulder, his non-gloved hand came around your front, dragged over your chest and down your stomach and between your legs again, you closed your eyes, head tipping back to rest on his shoulder, expecting him to touch you again.

You were so forgetful.

This was supposed to be a punishment after all.

Remember?

He gripped the pillow that had been below you and threw it up higher on the bed, gloved hand squeezed once before he pushed you down hard, face down into your pillow. It was wet and cold, you let out a small sound of protest, it felt slick and smelt of sex. He was making you confront directly what he did to you, making you feel your wetness on your own face, inhale the scent of your own depravity. His gloved hand slid up from your shoulder to the back of your head, he pushed down, burying your face harder into the pillow, you were face down ass up and he gave you another hard spank with his non-gloved hand. It was hard to breathe with how he had you positioned, you felt him grind on you again, still achingly hard,

“I think you’ve cum enough tonight.”

He sunk inside of you once more, stretching your over-sensitive cunt open, it would have made you gasp if you could have inhaled more than the small amount he was allowing you currently.

“You better not cum again. You don’t want to know what I’ll do then.”

 See he said that but you were pretty sure you did.

He pulled out only a few inches before a hard snap of his hips forward took your breath even further away from you.

Oh God yeah you weren’t going to have a choice in this matter. 

Good thing too, you liked it when he made the choice for you and there was no way your third orgasm was going to be the last of the night, looks like your curiosity would be satiated. One clear thought ringing through your head before another slam of his hips made it disappear with a moan and blinding, burning pleasure, that thought being,

“Thank fuck for that.”

[jeonsweetpea]

Coconut

Summer Job!AU | Manager!Jimin x Waitress!Reader (ft. BTS)

genre: smut and angst (bittersweet ending)

rating: explicit

description: Summer jobs were temporary. Therefore, summer crushes were temporary. No need to fall for your ridiculously cute manager. But one slip of the tongue later + your perverted mind + endless flirting could only end in the inevitable. Fuck Jimin. Wait. No. Don’t. 

word count: 17.8k

warnings: cussing, cheesy flirting, alcohol, lots of teasing, OC gets a small cut by accident on her finger, red-haired Jimin being such a menace, pining, wingman/best friend Tae being chaotic, minor jealousy, ANGSTY ENDING.

smut warnings: kissing, unprotected rough sex (remember, this is fantasy), dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, creampie, dirty jokes, overstimulation, PRAISE (SO MUCH), body worship, begging, Dom!Jimin, spanking, etc. 

a/n: If you don’t like coconuts… Well, I think you’ll still like this piece. Hehe. This was inspired by some real events in my life (highly exaggerated of course LOL). This fic has been in my WIPs for so long and I’m thrilled to be done. Jimin has been wrecking me a lot and I knew he’d fit this story the moment I got inspired to write it. Please enjoy and I hope to hear what you think if you’d like to share! 💕 😄

This fic was also inspired by this tweet. Also, the fic is partially unedited b/c I really was excited to get it out! Excuse any mistakes. :)

You told yourself there was no point in liking him. It wasn’t like you would see him after you quit your job and go back to school. The excitement wasn’t worth overthinking. But boy, were you crushing on your manager bad. 

God, you wanted to punch yourself on a daily basis whenever you were around him. Why did he have to be so cute? So nice? So attractive? When did your “tiny” crush on him fester into something more than it should have been? You could barely hold yourself together anymore.

Things were fine when you first met him. It was opening day for the restaurant and the boss scheduled you for some reason even though you had zero working experience. Wasn’t exactly the best move on his part, but he was desperate and you were available.

Upon entering, you watched as employees in a scattered frenzy tried to spruce up the place last minute before it hit 11:00 AM. Some were on ladders fixing electrical units, others were cleaning, a few were in the back making phone calls; they were in dire need of help. 

Despite all the chaos, he noticed your presence and walked over right away, a hand already extended out to shake yours. 

“Hi, I’m Park Jimin. I’m one of the managers here. Nice to meet you.”

He flashed you this gorgeous smile, so perfectly radiant and flawless. It was one that you still remembered till this day because it was the same smile he always gave you. The one where his eyes resembled crescent moons and expressed genuine joy.

Yes, Jimin was cute. Beyond cute. But you didn’t want to think more of him than just that—a cute guy. Your perspective on him would change once you started working with him, you assumed. He’d probably be really strict like the managers you heard from your friend’s workplace or the ones depicted on television. 

But no, you could not be more wrong. Jimin was the exact opposite. You learned he was the kindest manager out of the three working there. This was your first job and you were afraid your lack of experience would frustrate him. However, he was patient and very understanding. Learning to be a server with his guidance was a long but pleasant experience. 

Now you were a lead role model for your coworkers at the restaurant. Jimin never failed to compliment you at the most random times, make small talk with you, put a hand on your shoulder when you were tired, and he even mopped the floor for you once on your closing shift (something he definitely didn’t have to do). 

Little things like that made your heart soft. Fortunately, you didn’t work with him every day, which thank god because your poor heart would not be able to handle it. Days apart from him were necessary or else how were you to mentally prepare yourself for when you saw him again? You didn’t want to risk looking foolish. 

However, he sure made it difficult for you to keep calm. Was it when you felt him staring at you that one day when you started crushing on him more than usual? When he called out your name and said, “[Y/N], you’re a good person” out of nowhere? 

Or was it when you couldn’t figure out how to open the cash register and he laughed at you before saying, “I can’t help but tease you because you’re so cute.” ?

OR it could have been that day when he upset you by saying you get overwhelmed too easily at work and later softly telling you, “You know you’re my favorite, right?” in the most soothing, yet concerned voice?

… Yeah. Your heart was definitely his that day. And every day from then on.

*Knock, knock*

“[Y/N]! Your break is almost over! What are you doing in the restroom? Are you okay?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly realizing you weren’t at home and were still on the toilet of your workplace’s restroom. “Uh, yeah! I’m okay, Seokjin!”

“Well, hurry up and come out of there. The next table is yours.”

Reluctant, you got up and went over to the sink to wash your hands. Seokjin was the strictest manager at the restaurant and intimidated you. As one of the oldest employees with the most experience, you knew he was only doing his job, but his strict ways made you miss Jimin. At least you would get to see him tomorrow.

So far so good. You made it through the first shift without being nervous around Jimin. Well, the restaurant was unexpectedly packed for a weekday, so you couldn’t talk much to him anyway…

But you still thought you deserved a pat on the back. Your coworker, May, was on her break so it was just you and Jimin in the restaurant plus the chefs in the back. The morning rush was exhilarating but stressful, so you were happy that there weren’t any customers right now in the afternoon. 

The quiet atmosphere was pleasant and you were enjoying the serenity until the couple who owned the pie shop next door walked in. They introduced themselves, sparked up a friendly conversation with Jimin, and handed him a pamphlet of the sweets they had to offer. He thanked them and they left a minute later. 

You tilted your head to get a better angle at the pamphlet in his hands and he was quick to notice. 

“Wanna look at it with me?” Jimin asked with a grin. You nodded and he stood closer to you, placing the pamphlet on top of the cash drawer. “All my friends tell me their pies are really good.”

“Oh really?” you said, making sure your voice was as stable as possible. “I’ve seen some of our customers come in with the mini ones. They do look really good.” 

“Yeah, I want to buy one.”

Skimming the options they had available, your eyes immediately took note of the kind you’ve always loved—coconut cream pie. “Oh, I love coconut!”

You pointed at the picture with your index finger and Jimin replied without a single thought, “Yeah, I love cream pies.”

The muscles in your mouth stiffened so hard when the words he said finally processed in your perverted brain. You were one moment from bursting out into laughter, but you didn’t want to get fired. Yes, Jimin was friendly with you but! He was still your manager and you had to remain professional. 

The fact that you were also a bit aroused hearing him say that made you cringe at yourself, but the amusement was too distracting to focus on lust. Jimin seemed unaware that his poor choice of words was something unusual to say aloud. He effortlessly continued making small talk with you like the smooth conversationalist he was until your coworker came back.

You thought you would have forgotten about his comment until later that night when he was cleaning the tablet used for the restaurant’s music. 

“Why is it so dirty?” Jimin asked aloud to no one in particular. Except you were standing right there, so you assumed he was talking to you. 

“Because you touched it?” you replied innocently. Which you meant in the literal sense. He handled the tablet daily, so the natural oiliness from his fingertips most likely transferred onto the glass surface.

“Was that supposed to be a dirty joke?”

His response was so bold that it threw you off guard. “No?”

“You’re dirty, [Y/N]~,” he teased with a chuckle. The manager front he was supposed to be exhibiting was nonexistent right now. It felt like you two were merely friends having a playful conversation. 

“Me? I’m dirty? Says the one who said he likes creampies.” 

At that moment, you wanted to slap yourself. What were you thinking saying such a thing?! Even though May was in the restroom at the time, one of the chefs could have overheard you. You were so embarrassed and thought Jimin would scold you for being so vulgar, but he seemed unbothered.

“Yeah. I do!” he exclaimed with confidence. You reacted quickly, letting out an innocent giggle to ease the embarrassment you felt and grabbed a small wet towel to wipe the tables down. Heading towards the farthest table from the POS station (and from him), you removed the stains left by messy customers earlier that evening. Jimin watched you, a cheshire grin on his face as he grabbed the bottle of cleaning solution you left behind and walked over to you. 

You saw him set it down on the table you were cleaning and thanked him without looking back at him. But then he leaned over to be closer to you, whispering ever so softly and laying a hand on your shoulder, “And here I thought you were innocent.” 

You should have kept your mouth shut, but you replied again without thinking. “And so what if I’m not?”

He grinned, shrugging his shoulders and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t mind.”

Your face heated up in a matter of milliseconds, and he left you alone to do the rest of your side jobs for the rest of the night.

“Isn’t it weird?!”

“I’m not sure...”

You pouted at your best friend, looking right at your laptop’s camera to simulate eye contact. “Oh… so Jimin isn’t flirting with me? I knew it. This is why I don’t like assuming things! I’m always wrong.”

He leaned closer to his webcam, staring into your soul with his piercing gaze. “Well, I don’t know. I mean, some things sound like flirting and some don’t.”

You bit your lip, knowing that the one solid evidence you have of Jimin flirting was the coconut story. However, you didn’t want to tell Taehyung about that. It was too funny and also a somewhat personal moment that you and Jimin shared. So you didn’t say anything and told him about all the other things Jimin has said to you. 

“I just think,” you began to say, “he’s nice to everybody, but he makes an effort to talk to me more. And he always finds an excuse to touch me. Like patting my back or rubbing my shoulder.”

“Hmm, some guys are like that with a lot of girls.”

“It’s misleading then,” you countered with annoyance.

“Oh man, really? I should probably stop doing that then,” he said with a laugh. You let out a sigh.

“I feel dumb…”

Taehyung softened his gaze at your defeated look. “Hey~, don’t be. I don’t know if he likes you or not. He’s most likely attracted to you. I mean, I am.”

“Oh quit lying, you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“Well, I tried,” he said while throwing his hands up in defeat. You scowled at him and he let out a laugh. “Go enjoy dinner with your coworkers. You look good, so maybe you and him will finally get drunk and get laid.”

“Taehyung!”

“What? I encourage it,” he said with a hand on his heart. “When was the last time you got some anyway?”

“N-None of your business! I’m ending the call.”

“Okay then remember! Spell coconut!”

Your eyes widened at hearing that word come out of his mouth. What did he mean by that? You didn’t even tell him your story!

“What?!”

“Coconut…” he repeated, like it was the most obvious term in the world. “Did you not see that tweet going around Twitter?”

“Um, no?”

“Oh my god, I have to teach you everything. It said dick riding tip #1 is to spell coconut with your waist when you’re riding him. Thank me later.”

“Why would I do that? When I’m having sex, I don’t want to spell. The fuck?”

“It feels amazing for the guy and for you. You should try it out.”

“Like I’m going to get a chance to do that with Jimin.”

“You never know~.”

“Bye.”

‘Freakin’ coconuts…’

Nervous was an understatement. You could feel yourself trembling as you drove to the restaurant. Were you dressed appropriately? What wardrobe would be appropriate for Korean barbecue? 

You hoped putting on your prettiest blouse and jeans would be acceptable. Anything you wore would reek with the stench of grilled meat the next day anyway. 

Once you parked outside the restaurant, you stepped out of your car and locked it. On top of facing Jimin, social gatherings gave you minor anxiety. You’ve never hung out with your co-workers outside of work before. Which was a shame because you liked them all so much. The words “We should hang out sometime!” meant nothing if you didn’t follow through. 

If it wasn’t for your boss, Kim Namjoon, treating everyone to dinner tonight, you didn’t think you’d get a chance to bond with them. And this way of thinking calmed you down enough to step inside the restaurant. The lighting was on the dimmer side, a cool shade of blue mixed with some white. It wasn’t hard to find the party of 10 (you being the tenth) sitting at the long table in the corner. 

And of course the last seat at the end of the table was right next to Jimin. My oh my did he look as handsome as ever. His black hair was pushed back to the side, exposing his forehead. You’d think he invented sexy foreheads. And casual clothing. He was too beautiful for this world.

Uh oh, he caught you staring at him pushing his hair back. You diverted your gaze and locked eyes with your coworkers instead, who all stood up to greet you.

“[Y/N]’s here!” May, your favorite coworker, cried. You went over to her immediately and embraced her in a hug. Your other coworkers joined in and you let out a laugh as you greeted Pearl, Tarynn, and Hoseok. 

“You’re late!” Pearl teased, nudging you with her elbow. “You took your time to look extra nice, huh?” She smacked your butt (typical Pearl) and laughed at your surprised expression. 

“Pearl~!” you whined. She mocked your whiny tone and then hugged you as an apology.

“You’re just so cute!”

“It’s really good to see you!” Tarynn said, pushing Pearl out of the way for a second to hug you.

“Rude!” Pearl scoffed, but the smile on her face showed you she wasn’t really upset. 

“It’s good to see you too~,” you cooed. After letting go, Hoseok almost tackled you with his tight embrace. 

“[Y/N]!!!” He always was the most lively of the bunch. “It’s been a while!!!”

“Well, you only work twice a week after all…” you snickered as you returned the hug. He let go and chuckled at your comment. 

“Good, everyone’s here!” Namjoon announced, flashing you a kind smile that showed off his dimples. “Welcome [Y/N]. Take a seat next to Jimin.”

“I saved it just for you,” Jimin informed while patting the cushion. You swore you saw him wink at you and tried not to freeze up like an idiot. 

“Hm, I didn’t really want to sit next to you,” you said, trying to play hard to get for no apparent reason.

‘Way to go, lie to the man. You doofus.’

Jimin pretended to appear incredulous at your response, and you sat down with a nervous smile. In front of you was May, which relieved you because she was your favorite for a reason. Always so warm and friendly, full of smiles at the restaurant. Kind of like another Hoseok but less extroverted. 

Next to her right side was Min Yoongi, one of the chefs at the restaurant. If Jimin or Seokjin called out, he would sometimes be a manager for the day. In fact, he was the one that interviewed you and called you a few days later saying you got the job. He was rather on the quiet side but polite nevertheless. He gave you a small wave when you sat down.

“Alright, everyone! Please order as much as you want. I’m buying and I want you all to have fun!” Namjoon announced, raising his voice so everyone could hear him. He was on the other side of Jimin, which made him at the center point of the table. It was only fitting because he was the boss. 

Seokjin, who was across from him, added, “Order alcohol too!”

“Not everyone is of age!” Namjoon scolded, to which Seokjin let out a laugh that sounded oddly parallel to a windshield wiper. This caused everyone else to burst out into laughter as well.

“I mean, I’m legal so I’m going to get drunk,” Pearl declared. She was right next to Seokjin and they high-fived each other. 

“Me too!” Tarynn exclaimed and Jungkook, the other chef sitting between her and Namjoon, tsk-ed at her. 

“You shouldn’t be drinking,” he said while shaking his head. She gave him a sheepish grin and he sighed, knowing she was the type to rebel. “But if you do, I’ll be the one driving you home.”

“Okay~.”

“Yeah, I’m probably not going to drink much…” Hoseok mumbled. Pearl shook her head in disapproval and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’re drinking and that’s that. Lightweight.”

“Am not!”

You smiled to yourself seeing your coworkers bicker back and forth. Opening the laminated menu in front of you, your eyes searched for the alcohol section. 

“Are you going to drink, [Y/N]?”

It was May asking and she had her menu open as well. You lowered the menu enough to meet her eyes before replying with, “I don’t know… I think someone has to be the designated driver here.”

“That’s true. I’m sure Namjoon isn’t drinking though. If you drink, I’ll drink,” she suggested, a flirty wink followed right after.

“May~, you’re trying to get me drunk!”

“Ooh, [Y/N] drunk? I’d like to see that,” Jimin chimed in. You glared at him and he had the most smug grin plastered on his face. 

“Are you going to drink?”

“If you take me home,” he casually replied. 

“Oh boy,” Yoongi said with a chuckle. “Didn’t think you were that type of woman, [Y/N].”

“W-What?! But! He!”

You were too shocked to come up with a proper reply and it caused the three around you to laugh. 

“I’m just teasing!” Yoongi assured. “Jimin’s quite the flirt whether he’s drunk or not, honestly.”

“You jealous, babe?” Jimin asked him with a smirk.

“Oh yeah, babe. Cheating on me with [Y/N] hurts.”

“But I love you the most.”

“What is happening right now?” May asked with a giggle. You rolled your eyes at the chaotic duo before pressing the call button for a server to come over. Thankfully that stopped everyone from their chatter for a moment and allowed your heart to calm down.

The tabletop grills were ablaze and the sound of sizzling meat made everyone salivate. It wasn’t long before Seokjin and Pearl went shot for shot. You’ve never seen him be so loose and not uptight. Pearl, on the other hand, was not a surprise to see going wild. Suited her personality, you thought. They were the two oldest out of the group and yet they were cackling like young teenagers. 

Their energy was infectious to those around them, especially Hoseok. His face was flushed a bright red and he looked lost every now and then. Tarynn was young, but she could handle her alcohol like a pro. Jungkook was also more vocal tonight and you’ve never seen him so carefree.

Namjoon and Jimin were occupied in their own conversations with Yoongi occasionally joining in. You and May kept cooking the meat and stuffing your faces to your heart’s content. You had a couple of shots and so did she, but you both agreed you wouldn’t go wild tonight. 

“Oh, does this place have dessert?” May asked you.

“I don’t think so. Do you want to get boba or something?” You ate a piece of brisket and saw Jimin turning his attention back to you.

“Funny, I wanted some pie.”

That made you almost choke to death. You began coughing and then horrible wheezing sounds spewed out while you hit your chest with your fist to help the meat go down. Jimin patted your back and asked you if you were okay while May handed you some water. Before the whole table grew aware of what was happening, you gulped the drink down and felt a rush of relief. 

“I’m okay,” you breathed, still trying to not cough. 

“You sure?” May asked, not entirely convinced. Jimin stared at you too, waiting for an answer.

“Y-Yeah. I just need to go to the restroom real quick.”

You escaped the vicinity to calm yourself down. Fortunately, no one was inside the restroom and you could catch your breath. Gosh, you really humiliated yourself in front of Jimin—in front of almost everybody. Stupid pie.

It sparked back the memory of when he first admitted he liked creampies. What started as a chortle quickly turned into a giggle and you covered your mouth to stop yourself from cackling. It was still funny, hilarious even. And nothing more than an amusing incident.

You definitely did not want to linger on the fact he said he liked creampies and didn’t mind the fact that you weren’t as innocent as he thought. You definitely did not want to think about him giving you a creampie. And most of all, you must not think about kissing his plump, probably super soft lips. 

No. No thoughts like that. It’s been a fun night. Why ruin it?

You patted your cheeks with both hands to snap yourself out of your fantasy. Your stomach hurt a bit and you realized you really did have to use the restroom. You were sure the others wouldn’t take notice how long you were taking because they were too busy having fun (you hoped). Once you finished doing your business, washed your hands, and dried them off, you stepped outside and almost yelped from almost crashing into someone.

“J-Jimin?!”

“Hey, you okay? I wanted to check up on you because you were gone for a while.”

‘Of course you’d notice.’

Your stomach was queasy again and it wasn’t from the food. Curse those butterflies. 

“I-I’m fine. My stomach hurt a little, but I’m better now.”

He eyed you closely. A bit too closely for your comfort. You took a tiny step back since the restrooms were in a ridiculously too narrow hallway. It was almost like the restaurant did this on purpose to force their customers to deal with awkward situations with the opposite sex. 

“Alright then. Do you want dessert? I’m buying.”

“I’m good.”

“So that’s a no on the cream pie?”

Your eyes widened so much, you thought they would pop out of their eye sockets. “W-What?”

“The coconut pie.”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” you said, fuming a little because of his teasing. 

“Maybe… but it’s because you’re so cute.” This compliment made you turn cherry red and he grinned. “I gotta use the restroom.”

He turned around to enter the men’s side and you hit him on his back before storming off. “You’re mean!”

Jimin couldn’t help but smile as he watched you head back to the table. 

You were tempted to drink and let the alcohol erase your encounter with Jimin at the restrooms, but letting everyone see you in an inebriated state wasn’t ideal. You’ve already made a fool out of yourself one too many times tonight, so you opted to socialize and eat instead. 

Those who decided to drink continued doing so until they were reduced to giggling fits. This included Jimin, who was usually really good with his alcohol (according to Namjoon). Yet he got so buzzed that he couldn’t even sit up straight. By the end of the dinner, only you, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon were sober enough to drive. 

“I think we’re done here,” Namjoon stated while standing up. “I’ll go pay the bill.”

The drunkards chorused a loud cry of joy and their dissonance hurt your ears. You saw Jimin looking at you through heavy eyelids, close to falling asleep on the nearest thing available—which just so happens to be you. His head cozied up onto your left shoulder and you froze. 

“Oh my gosh, Jimin’s sleeping on her shoulder!” May said in a loud whisper, pointing at you while doing so. Yoongi rubbed his chin and chuckled at your bewildered face. 

“Jungkook’s taking Tarynn and Hoseok home. Namjoon’s got Pearl and Jin. I’m taking May home. Could you take Jimin home? He lives near you, I think.”

“Uh…” You glanced down at the man sleeping on you. He snuggled closer to the point where you thought your lips might touch if he tilted his head up a little more. You gave him a gentle push off of you, making him sleep against the booth instead. “I guess I could drive him home. But you have to help me get him in my car and give me the address.”

“Sure, not a problem.”

It’ll be fine, you thought. Jimin’s already knocked out. Wait, but did you have to help him inside his home? Oh man, why did you agree to this? 

It was too late to back out now though. Namjoon came back and everyone helped each other get to their respective vehicles in one piece. You started your car as Yoongi helped Jimin, who was half-awake, get inside. He strapped him in and the click of the seatbelt let you know he was good to go. 

“Thanks, Yoongi,” you said as you put on your own seatbelt. 

“Yeah, drive safe. Don’t do anything weird.”

He gave you this smirk that suggested indecency and you were shocked once again for the night. Never would you have thought Min Yoongi would say that to you. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” you huffed. “Close the door.”

He gulped and shut the door when he noticed your glare. You didn’t need to be teased again for the night. Shifting into drive, you pulled out of the parking spot with caution and headed for the highway. 

It was a quiet ride except for the soft snores coming from Jimin. His head was turned towards you and you couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eye. He looked so peaceful, somewhat baby-like. Angelic even.

Focus on the road, you thought. It’d be a shame to get into a car crash because you were too busy ogling your cute manager. Even if he was passed out. 

The drive didn’t take too long and you came to find out he lived in an apartment. Yoongi forgot to tell you which number it was though. You pulled out your phone to text him when a soft voice startled you.

“I live over there.”

You almost dropped your phone. “Geez, don’t scare me like that!”

“Heh. Sorry…” He stared at you for what felt like a long time. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah,” you said with a slight nod. “It was very fun.”

“That’s good. Thanks for taking me home.”

His voice was much lower than before. It soothed you and also aroused you at the same time. Yikes. 

“I kind of had to,” you said with a smile. “Anything for my favorite manager.”

‘Why did I say that, oh my god.’

“I always knew I was your favorite.”

His cocky tone did not go unnoticed. You wanted to change subjects. “Are you still drunk? Do you need me to help you inside?”

He sat up straighter to stop slouching and gave you a serious look. You heard the click of his seatbelt and watched it retract back to its place. Jimin leaned his body closer to you, using the car console separating you two as leverage to bridge the gap by resting his forearm on it. The alcohol on his breath was more subtle than you thought, mixed with the faintest scent of coconut from his body spray or whatever. 

‘Of course he’d smell like coconuts, fuck.’

“Why are you such a nice person, [Y/N]?”

This was an odd question to say the least. But with how close he was to you, you didn’t think to point it out. “That’s… just who I am.”

“Hmm,” he said, “I’ll miss you when you leave… School is starting soon, right?”

“Mmhmm.”

He glanced down at your lips (you think) before meeting your gaze again. It seemed like he was thinking about what to do next but ultimately gave up on the plan and leaned away from you. You were disappointed, but your heart was beating too fast in your chest to dwell on it. 

“I can walk myself back. Thanks again for the ride.”

“You’re welcome. Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams.”

You watched him until he made it through the apartment building’s front doors safe and sound.

A week passed before you saw Jimin again. His shifts were limited to only weekends now and you didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. 

“Whoa, Jimin you look so different!” Seokjin exclaimed once Jimin entered the restaurant. You looked up to see him striding in with hair dyed a deep red. It reminded you of wine and right now, you could use a lot of it. My god. As if he couldn’t get more attractive. 

The two men greeted each other as they switched places for the start of the afternoon shift. Seokjin removed his apron and clocked out at the station and you let out a sharp exhale. What was Jimin trying to do? Kill you with his ridiculously good looks? 

You had just finished sweeping the restaurant and returned the broom back to its designated corner. That’s when you noticed there was a lack of lemons by the drink station. Customers tended to order water with lemon or request a wedge for their food. Yes! A perfect distraction.

The lemons were in the back of the kitchen located in the huge walk-in cooler. You went there and grabbed eight lemons, placing them in the container you brought with you. The cool air was refreshing and helped you chill out for a second before heading back to the front. 

You left the cooler and walked past Jimin, who was clocking in at the POS station. Setting the container of lemons on the countertop, you found the cutting board resting against the wall with a knife in front of it. You grabbed them and washed them thoroughly, along with the fruit in the hand sink. 

Jimin wasn’t paying attention to you, which was such a relief. You began cutting the fruit into thin slices to the best of your ability. After having Seokjin scold you for cutting them too thick your first day, it was ingrained in you to never do that again. Even if Jimin couldn’t care less about the thickness of the lemon slices.

You were usually so careful with knives, but today was not your day. You concentrated so hard on making the slices perfect that the knife slipped and sliced your index finger. It wasn’t a deep cut, but you still needed a bandage to keep the blood from trickling down your finger. 

You washed the nick under the sink, grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser, and used pressure to cease the bleeding. You were aware the bandages were underneath the POS station where Jimin was and sighed. He was going to say something. 

You went over to him and bent down low enough to see the inside of the shelves, searching for the box of bandages. Your heartbeat spiked because you knew his attention had been diverted.

“What are you looking for?” 

“I cut myself,” you explained, eyes still glued to the shelves. “It’s no big deal though. All I need is a bandage.”

His eyes bulged out of his head with genuine concern. He reached his hand inside to the very back of the top shelf and pulled out the box of bandages. 

“Ah. There they are.” You stood up straight, wishing you had found them first. Jimin took one out, unwrapped it, and took your hand in his, discarding the bloody paper towel you were holding into the trash can behind him. 

He began wrapping the bandage around your finger with tender care, making sure it was on securely. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath the entire time until he was done, flashing you that sweet smile of his.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself. But you’re okay now.”

He lowered your hand back down to your side, slowly, as if he wanted to hold you a few seconds longer. 

“Thanks Jimin,” you said, returning his smile. The bell at the front door suddenly rang and your first batch of customers were pouring in. 

“I’ll cut the rest of the lemons. Just take their order.”

“Hi there! How many today?” a loud cheerful voice cried out, causing you and Jimin’s heads to turn. Thank goodness for Hoseok and his speed. 

“Oh. Well. You can get the next table then,” Jimin said. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, “For now, just stay with me.”

You died a little on the inside, cursing him in your head. Was he trying to tempt you, lure you with his seductive voice? Because it was definitely working.

The bell rang once more and another family walked in, saving you the trouble of finding out. 

Only fifteen minutes until closing.

Standing side by side next to the red-haired handsome devil was making you tense. Combine that with the unbearable silence of waiting for last minute customers made you even more restless. Hoseok had already left for the night and it gave you some time with Jimin even if you were fiddling with the corners of your apron to distract yourself. 

“So [Y/N]...” Jimin said, “What are you doing tonight?”

His choice of words were fuel for your overthinking tendencies. You thought answering with the truth would be best. “It’s late… so I guess I’ll sleep?” 

Not the most interesting answer, but it’ll have to do. Jimin nodded as he rocked back and forth on his feet. He then placed both his hands behind his back. 

“Sleep sounds great. I have to finish moving though.”

“Moving?”

“Yup. I still have a few boxes to move into my place.” There was a brief pause, as if he wanted you to say something specific. You took the bait. 

“Oh. I mean… Do you need help? I can help you if you want,” you suggested, hoping you didn’t come off as too obvious. To your relief, he turned to you and flashed you a lovely smile that could make anyone faint on the spot. 

“You sure? It would be late. You live with your parents, right?”

“Yeah, but they’re understanding. I’ll text them where I am.”

“Great. Um, I guess you remember my address from before?” 

“You mean when you were so drunk I had to take you home?”

“Pfft. I was just acting drunk to get everyone off my back.” That was an interesting revelation. You didn’t know if he was joking. 

“Right…”

“I was tipsy at best. If I was super drunk, I’d probably have done something I would have regretted. But everything I did that night,” he leaned in closer, “was on purpose.”

You let out a nervous laugh as he leaned away from you, smiling to himself at your reaction. 

“Can I start on my side jobs now?” Honestly, you just wanted an excuse to let yourself panic somewhere else. He’s such a tease!

“Yeah. I’ll help you. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go to my place,” There was a pause. “T-To finish moving. I’ll get started on sweeping.”

“I’ll get the mop bucket ready then.”

You left Jimin and headed towards the very back. The mop bucket was near the dishwashing station, where Jungkook was busy cleaning stacks of bowls/plates. He saw you were struggling to lift the bucket out of storage and stopped his task to help you. You thanked him and used the hose provided to fill the bucket up with soapy water. 

Afterwards, you rolled the bucket towards the front and waited for Jimin to be done sweeping. You weren’t trying to be a creep and watch him, but he even made sweeping sexy. It was almost like watching him do a dance or something because he was so fluid, had so much grace, unlike you when you swept the floor (Seokjin always got on your case for not sweeping thoroughly enough). 

Once Jimin finished, he flashed you another sweet smile. “Hand me the other mop. Let’s do it together.”

You nodded, trying to quell your heart at the fact you’ll be heading to Jimin’s apartment with him once again. But this time, you’ll be inside.

When you arrived at the apartment building, you realized Jimin lived on one of the top floors of the complex. He parked right next to you and opened his trunk to reveal some cardboard boxes sealed shut with duct tape. Some were marked as “clothes”, “books”, “figurines”... you didn’t question it; you just carried them. 

You were thankful the elevators weren’t broken or anything, but carrying multiple boxes between several trips made you sweaty. Jimin was even sweatier.

“Phew! That was the last box, right?” 

“Yup. Should be,” Jimin replied, collapsing onto his mattress flat on his back. His bed was the only thing complete in the room full of unopened boxes. You stood there awkwardly and he sat up seconds later. “You can sit down.”

“Okay,” you said in a soft voice, taking the seat next to him. The two of you sat there in silence for a while. Jimin looked up at the ceiling like it was a starry night sky before looking at you with the same gaze. You really were cute in his eyes.

The way you fumble your fingers when you’re nervous. The way you look around the room with curiosity. The way you blush when you make eye contact with him. 

“Thank you for helping me,” he said. 

“It’s no problem.”

“You probably have to head home now, huh?”

“Yeah, I do… I need to shower. I’m all sweaty.”

“Oh right, I do too.”

Now you were trying your best not to imagine Jimin showering. How his wet hair would look, his body all soapy, my god. You were being such a pervert. 

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked, noticing your face was growing red. You panicked and turned your body towards him.

“I’m fine. But I’m tired of waiting, Jimin. Are you flirting with me? Do you like me?” you finally asked. Your exasperation got the best of you and you knew this moment would change everything. He gave you a blank stare before curling his lips into an innocent smile.

“Well… do you like me?”

You scoffed. This boy really had the audacity! “I asked you first.”

“True. But I don’t want to answer.”

“If you don’t feel the same way, I get it. It’s fine. I’ll be leaving now.”

You were about to get off the bed when he grabbed your wrist. His stare was so piercing that it felt like time had stopped for you both.

“Let me finish. I don’t want to answer because you’re leaving soon. You said you were only working during the summer, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well… I’m also leaving soon.” This new information surprised you and he let go of your wrist to hold your hand instead, drawing small circles with his thumb. The sweet gesture relaxed you and he continued to talk. “There aren’t enough managers at the new restaurant we’re opening that’s a few hours away from here. My hometown is near there, so I’m being transferred. I’m also studying there.”

“Aw… What a bummer. You’re the best manager we have.”

“It’s because I’m so nice, isn’t it?”

“The nicest,” you said, lowering your eyes down to his hand holding yours. You didn’t think this would make you as sad as it did because he was right. You were leaving anyway and this was a fleeting crush. 

“I won’t be leaving until the end of the year. You’re the one leaving me first,” he whined cutely, trying to lift your spirits.

“I have school and I can’t balance having a job,” you explained. “I’ll visit you though.”

His eyes lit up with so much joy, it made your heart soar. “Really?”

“Yeah. You’re my favorite.”

“Aw… you’re making me blush.”

“Now you know how I feel everytime I’m around you.”

“I don’t. Tell me.”

“Pfft, I’m not telling you anything. You’re not telling me how you feel.”

“True. We’re even then.”

You let out a small laugh, figuring this was the best. No point in confessing when you would both be leaving each other in the end. Flirting with Jimin was a nice experience. You haven’t found someone this fun and interesting in a while. 

“Hey [Y/N].”

“Yeah?”

You felt the mattress dip from Jimin’s weight as he shifted closer towards you. He leaned in very slowly, watching your every movement until your lips were only a few centimeters away.

“Can I show you how I feel about you instead? For one night… instead of flirting nonstop… why don’t we give each other a break and just… do what we really want to do?” he breathed. You stared at him in a daze, wondering if this was all a dream. The tension between you two was unmistakable and you could hear the sound of your heart racing faster than you’d ever thought possible. 

You realized it was just you and him in the safe confines of his apartment. You weren’t at the restaurant or with your coworkers. You were here, with him, and alone. 

“I’d like that.”

You knew this was a bad idea, but you couldn’t help yourself. Jimin grinned upon receiving your consent and closed the gap between you two with zero hesitation. First thing you found out was that you were right. His lips really were so soft. It was like being in heaven and kissing its clouds. 

He was so tender with you, moving his lips in a slow fashion to gauge your reaction. When a cute moan slipped out of you, he became bolder and placed his hand on the back of your neck and deepened the kiss even more. 

Jimin exuded confidence and you became intoxicated with every touch. He made sure each kiss was released with a light smooching sound before going back in for more. You loved how there wasn’t an ounce of shyness in him. He was determined to show you how much he enjoyed kissing you and you were willing to follow his lead.

It wasn’t until he got on top of you when he stopped his actions. You opened your eyes to see the proudest smile on his stupidly attractive face. 

“You’re really cute when you’re under me.”

“Shut up,” you said with a laugh. This really was such a bad idea. “This is such a bad idea…”

Did you just say that out loud?

“You think?”

“Um…”

“I’ll stop if you want me to. I really don’t want you to be doing something you’re not comfortable with.”

Your brain never processed information this fast but in this moment, you considered every possibility of what could go down tonight. Of what it would lead to later in the future. Of what regrets you’d have. 

But with the way he was staring at you, your mind turned into mush. He always did have a captivating gaze. It was one of the first things you learned about him. At the restaurant, you noticed how he made sure to give each customer consistent eye contact and really cared about what they said (even if they went off on tangents). 

Whenever he was frustrated or angry, his face would turn serious and his gaze became sharp and feline-like. It was beyond intimidating and usually for when you messed up an order or something of the sort, but you hated admitting how hot and bothered he made you feel.

Then there’s this gaze. The one where his eyes seem to soften, where he’s anticipating your answer. 

“If you’re worried about whether I'm clean or not, I have test results from the last time I went to the doctors,” he added.

“No, it’s not that. I’m clean too but… I have to go. Sorry.”

Even with a day off from work, it wasn’t enough rest for your tortured mind. You were beating yourself up over leaving Jimin like that. Why were you such a coward? 

It was clear he was into you and you were definitely into him. Even if you both didn’t state it out loud, you knew it. You could’ve made yourself feel better by telling yourself you left because your parents would wonder where you were (which was partially true, but they were dead asleep to berate you for coming home late until the next day anyway). 

“Wait, you left? Dude, that’s so lame!” Taehyung said, incredulous at how you could let such an opportunity slip. You used one of his many pillows on the bed to whack him in the stomach. He whined at your surprise attack.

“Shut up! I know!” You used that very same pillow and shoved your face into it to hide out of sheer embarrassment. “Now he’ll never make a move again…”

“There, there,” Taehyung cooed as he patted your back. “You’re not the type to sleep with someone you don’t plan to have a relationship with anyway.”

You threw the pillow behind you and glared at him. “I know. But he’s so cute. God!”

“Well… it’s your day off today. Let’s enjoy it and order some take-out. I know just the place.”

“Where?”

Taehyung didn’t answer you and pulled his phone out rather quickly. A few seconds later, he had the device glued to his ear and waited for someone to pick up.

“Hello? Is this the _____ restaurant?” Taehyung said. Your eyes widened when you realized he had called your workplace.

“Hey!” you hissed. “What are you doing?!”

He brushed you off with a wave of his hand. “I’d like to order two orders of stir-fry noodles and orange chicken… yes… mmhmm. For pickup.”

“Pickup?!” 

“The name is Kim Taehyung. By the way, is this Park Jimin?”

You tried to grab the phone away from him and end it before your best friend said something stupid. However, he was too good at evading your grabby hands and ran out of his room. You chased him only to hear him add on,

“Oh, [Y/N] is my girl, you know? She works there and she’s told me all about your food. I wanted to try it.”

“Kim Taehyung! You liar!”

“Hanging up now~, see you in 20,” And with that, he ended the call and flashed you the biggest smirk. “Is Jimin the jealous type? He sounded like it over the phone.”

You proceeded to move your hands towards his throat, wanting to choke him for pulling that stunt.

“Who said I’m your girl?! Now he’s going to think I’m taken!”

Taehyung snatched your wrists, giving you a cute boxy smile. “Come on, would dating me be that much of a nightmare?”

“Yes.”

“I’m only trying to help you. Maybe then you’ll finally get that creampie.”

“Ugh! I shouldn’t have told you that story!”

You drove yourself and Taehyung to the restaurant, seething in anger at how your best friend created this fake-dating scenario and for what? To get Jimin jealous? You stood him up and now this was like adding salt to his wound.

“This will be great. Jimin’s definitely going to make another move on you after seeing you with me,” Taehyung said, followed by an evil cackle. 

“I didn’t ask for your help. Besides, it would be a one-night stand and it’s not worth pining over.”

“But you want him.”

“And?”

“Let me help you, you fool.”

You pulled into the parking spot at the front of the restaurant, unable to think straight. Turning to Taehyung, you let out a sigh. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing much. Let’s go in.”

He immediately got out of your car and you turned off the ignition, quickly following him after shutting the car door. You saw how he opened the restaurant’s front door and waited for you to go in.

“After you, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and entered, spotting Jimin right away behind the counter. His eyes locked in with yours and you smiled. But then Taehyung wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you looked at him in disgust. Jimin noticed but kept a professional smile on his face. 

“Quit it, I’ll bite you,” you warned. 

“I’m into that.”

You removed his arm and went up to Jimin. “Sorry, he’s my doofus of a best friend.”

While pulling out your wallet, Taehyung swiftly handed Jimin his credit card before you could. “Babe, I got it. Don’t worry.”

“Taehyung, shut up!” you groaned. 

“[Y/N]’s one of our best workers,” Jimin told him. “You’re lucky to have her.”

“I know, right?”

“I swear to god, I will beat you to a pulp!” you scolded. Jimin stared at you with wide eyes, finding your behavior odd. “He’s not my boyfriend… promise. He’s just being an asshole.”

“Oh,” Jimin said, relieved. He swiped Taehyung’s card in the card reader and handed him the receipt to sign. “Well, here’s your food.”

He pulled out a large plastic bag of your order and handed it to you, your hands softly brushing against each other for a split second. You swore a current flowed through you at the slight contact and tried not to squeal. 

“Babe, I’m not an asshole. Remember last night you came over and I gave you a cream—”

You stomped on Taehyung’s foot and he yelped, hopping on one foot from the pain. “Hahaha… you’re such a kidder…”

The death glare you had was enough for him to get the hint and Jimin chuckled to himself, walking around the counter to get close to you. You didn’t expect him to kiss your cheek and even Taehyung was shocked.

“Do you want to come to my place tonight? Around 9? That’s when I’m off.”

“Y-Yeah sure.”

Jimin locked eyes with Taehyung in a predatory manner, causing your best friend to gulp. You definitely noticed and were aroused at how sexy he looked. You spun around on your heel and headed out the door, the smile on your face so wide that your cheeks were starting to hurt. Taehyung followed you, partially limping from how hard you stomped on his foot.

“You’re welcome.”

“Shut up.”

You arrived at Jimin's place on the dot. Well, you had been camping out in your car for the past 15 minutes trying to mentally prepare for what was going to happen. If anything was going to happen. For all you knew this could be a normal hangout session. Netflix and No Chill. Hulu and Hugs. Amazon Prime with no 69. 

Okay, you really oughta stop thirsting over Jimin before you make a fool of yourself. It was a miracle you even made it to his doorstep. After taking a deep breath, you knocked on his door. Nothing. Tapping your foot anxiously, you knocked again but this time with more strength. Still nothing. 

You realized you hadn’t texted him you were here yet, but before you could whip out your phone, the door swung open. 

“Hey! Sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” Jimin said, panting loudly to catch his breath. Your eyes nearly doubled in size at the sight of him in nothing but a towel around his waist. Tiny droplets of water dripped off his disheveled, damp hair and you froze to take it all in.

Park Jimin, your manager, was half-naked and looking too sexy for his own good. You covered your eyes so fast, but your mind could still picture his distinct V-line from where his abs were. You knew he was ripped but seeing it in real life was far better than anything your imagination could come up with.

“I’m sorry! I’ll just stay here!” you cried, feeling your face become heated. Jimin chuckled, finding your flustered state adorable. He grabbed your arms gently so as to not spook you, but it still sent an electric current through your body. You took baby steps into his place, keeping your hands glued to your eyes. Then you heard a soft thud and him cursing. 

“Shit.”

“What? What is it?”

“My towel fell.”

“Stop lying~,” you whined, wanting to cry at how much you wanted to see him. 

Jimin left your side to shut his door and you heard the lock click into place. “Well, I walk around naked all the time so it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Park Jimin!” you shrieked, remaining adamant about blocking your sight from the sin before you. “Stop~, put your towel back on.”

“Why?”

“B-Because!”

He stood in front of you and smirked as he grabbed your hands, but you refused to budge. “Don’t you want to see me?”

His voice was low and raspy, which sent a flood of arousal to your panties. You felt your knees were already starting to give out at the thought of a fully naked Jimin.

“I don’t know, I don’t know why I came here. I’m nervous. Why did you ask me to come here, arghhhh!”

“Because you had to leave the other night and I wanted to pick things up where we left off. But… I guess you don’t want to? And that’s okay. We can just watch YouTube or something.”

He picked up his towel off the floor and wrapped it around his waist once again when you dropped your hands.

“Good god, no. I want you so bad. You drive me crazy.”

His lips curved into a shit-eating grin. “You’re looking at me.”

“How can I not… you’re so gorgeous. I’m a nervous wreck around you, Jimin. I panicked the other night because I… I don’t do flings. I don’t flirt. I don’t know how to do anything, I just really, really li—”

He put a finger to your lips and leaned in close. “Shh. I’m the same. This is new for me. You… You are too cute for your own good.”

The scent of coconuts from his body wash or whatever was so fucking good, it was making your head swim. 

“As much as I want to hear your confession, [Y/N]... it’ll make it so much harder when you leave later on.”

He moved his finger away from your lips and instead caressed your face, giving you eyes of yearning and lust with a tinge of sadness. 

“What if I work during school? I’ll get to see you for a while longer. All you have to do is ask.”

“I can’t ask that of you. I know working and going to school can be difficult. And then even if you stay longer, I’ll be leaving by the end of the year.”

“So maybe we shouldn’t… do… anything…” 

“Yeah. Probably not…”

He stared at your lips before licking his own agonizingly slow, making you rub your thighs together with want. You found yourself leaning forward and he backed up until the wall forced him to stop. His towel was sitting dangerously low on his hips now. One small movement could unravel the whole thing and you wanted more than anything to kiss every part of his beautiful body. 

“We shouldn’t do anything… Yet why do I want to kiss you?” You placed one hand on his shoulder while the other pushed his damp hair out of his eyes, exposing his forehead that you loved oh so much. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

He blushed, relishing in your praise. “No, tell me.”

“Well… the first time I met you, you flashed me this radiant smile that told me everything would be okay. Even if it was my first job, I’d be fine because you were there. And your eyes do this thing where they look like crescents whenever you smile really big. I find it adorable.”

You grew bolder and cupped his face, rubbing your thumb across his plush lips in a tantalizing manner. 

“Every time you talk, I stare at your lips because they look so damn kissable…” you whispered. “Makes sense because you’re good at it. Kissing, that is. And if I don’t kiss you again… right now. I know I’ll regret it.”

“Then do it,” He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you in closer. “Before I do.”

That was all you needed to hear. You went for it and kissed him full force because you’ve been craving him so bad. It was sloppy, open-mouthed, and full of hunger, but Jimin didn’t mind it. The excess of saliva was making everything slicker and that turned him on more. He closed his eyes and groaned from how needy you were, embracing you into a hug to deepen the kiss while helping you find a more natural rhythm.

He tilted his head at an angle better suited for you and snuck his tongue into your mouth, earning a small yelp of surprise. But he held the back of your neck and kept your lips locked onto his as he explored the crevices of your mouth, sliding his wet muscle against your own. It was then he sucked on your bottom lip harshly and you mewled, letting him have his way with you. Once he released you, he was pleased at how red and swollen your lips came to be.

Because you were standing chest to chest with him, it was impossible to ignore what was happening downstairs beneath the towel. His erection was poking your stomach and from the outline alone, your mouth started to water. You ran your fingers across his abs, your touch as light as a feather, until your hand reached the towel on his hips. Hooking your finger into the fleece, you stared at him with pleading eyes. 

“I want to touch you.”

He smirked, sneaking a hand around your throat and pulling your face in close to his. “Do you? Tell me how bad you want me.”

His voice was dripping with dominance and the low timbre made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Underneath his charming, sweet exterior was a man who knew what he wanted, especially when it came to sex. He spoke like he was full of inner wickedness he’s had yet to unleash. You knew once you committed, there was no way you’d ever want to go back. 

“[Y/N]... I’m waiting.”

“I want to touch your cock. Please.”

“Is that all you want to do?”

“I… want to suck it.”

“Beg me.” He began to litter the side of your neck with wet, searing kisses, each one delivered with more pressure than the previous until he finally sucked on the spot below your jawline hard enough to form a hickey. You winced when he used his teeth to nip at the tender spot, but he licked the bruise to relieve you of some pain. 

“F-Fuck Jimin…” you panted. “Please let me suck your cock. I want to please you. I’ll do a good job, I promise.”

He leaned close, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear ever so slightly to whisper, “As your manager, I expect nothing less. Get on your knees.”

The speed you got down to the floor was far too fast to be safe. Jimin even had to ask you if you were okay since he heard your knees crack and you were embarrassed, reassuring him that you were fine. He couldn’t help but laugh, breaking that tough demeanor of his temporarily to take off his towel and offer it to you. 

You were touched by his gesture but the way his cock sprung free caused your jaw to drop like a dumbfounded fool. It was of average length, maybe a bit more (6 inches or so, more than enough), but the girth more than made up for it. There was a slight upward curve in the shaft and he was smooth down there. Maybe your horny brain was making you delusional, but you found his dick pretty. Because let’s be real, dicks are not pretty. Except for Jimin’s because the world wasn’t fair. 

On top of that, he was considerate. He folded the towel a couple of times and bent down to place it under your knees for you. But once he stood up, he placed his hand on your head, guiding your already open mouth onto his hard cock and you moaned at the contact. He cursed under his breath at the vibrations.

“Fuck… that feels good. Look at me.” You obeyed, your eyelashes fluttering at him prettily. “You look good with a mouthful of my cock… such a dirty girl. Like I knew you’d be. Show me how well you can please me, beautiful.”

You eagerly started to bob your head up and down, wrapping a hand around his length to make up for what you couldn’t take. You took a second to spit on his cock, lubricating it enough so that your hand could glide with ease up and down. Jimin closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the wall, savoring how good everything felt. His tip was extra sensitive and you kept stroking him the full length of his cock, causing him to shudder from the intense pleasure.

He then peered his head back down to watch you take him in your mouth again. You hollowed your cheeks and relaxed your jaw, forcing yourself to take in as much as you could. Jimin’s breath hitched when you got down to the base, your nose just barely touching his pelvic bone. His cock had reached the back of your throat and you gagged involuntarily, pulling yourself back and then repeating the process over again. 

You soon developed a steady pace and you made sure to swirl your tongue while sucking him off, enjoying the faint taste of coconuts from the remnants of his body wash. 

“You taste like coconut,” you told him after taking a quick break, continuously stroking him with a smile.

“Sorry, do you want me to wash it off some more?” He was so concerned; it was adorable. 

You giggled when a high-pitched moan slipped out of him as you stroked him faster. “I love coconuts. Remember? Don’t worry.”

You stuck out your tongue playfully, using it to swirl around his tip like a lollipop. He visibilly shuddered at the enticing view. “You’re so h-hot, fuck.”

The praise made your heart swell with pride. You decided to try something you’ve never done to anyone else and dipped your head lower to his balls, cupping them with your hand to gauge his reaction. He jumped a bit in surprise but soon relaxed when you massaged them. 

“I-It kinda tickles,” he admitted, blushing when you chuckled. 

“How about this?” You didn’t know how you became so bold because you took one of his balls in your mouth, sucking on it with light pressure while stroking his cock roughly with your hand. A slightly saltier taste infiltrated your taste buds as you tried to gargle both balls at the same time. 

Jimin clenched his abdominals and sharply inhaled, unable to process this new sensation. If you continued at the rate you were going, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not when you were being so lewd and sexy. He growled and forced you to stand up. 

“It’s time for me to reward my favorite employee.”

Grabbing your hand, he led you to his room past the kitchen and living room. He opened the door full force, not caring how the knob slammed into the wall (and possibly creating a hole). After flipping on the lights, he threw you on the mattress and climbed on top of you to pin your hands down.

You loved how his lights were on the dimmer side, the warm glow illuminating Jimin’s beautiful features and giving his skin a golden kiss. He found your lips once again and kissed you desperately. 

Every time you moaned, his lips drowned them out, which aroused you even more. You felt him greedily rubbing his erection against your thighs and you couldn’t wait for him to fuck you. But Jimin was a giver and he wanted to repay you for being so good to him. 

You felt him slide your hands up above your head and he latched onto your neck once more, sucking the hickey to make it bruise more. You arched your back into him, moaning unashamed and desperate to have his cock brush against your clothed womanhood. You spread your legs more to feel something and Jimin smirked against your skin.

“I’m not touching you down there until I feel like it,” he said darkly, licking a long stripe across the column of your neck. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

His dick twitched at the sound of that. “Say that again.”

“Yes, sir,” you repeated with no hesitation. He used one hand to hold himself up while the other one cupped your cheeks.

“It’s funny. You never called me that at the restaurant. Only good employees get benefits from me.”

“No, no,” you pleaded, realizing he was going to keep up the roleplay. “I’m a good employee. You said I’m your favorite.”

He squeezed your cheeks with enough pressure to make your lips pucker. You whined cutely and he gave you a chaste kiss before releasing you. His hand trailed down to your chest, hovering above your breasts. “But am I yours?”

“Of course. You’re my favorite manager, you always have been.”

Satisfied, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and looked at you for reassurance he could continue. You told him it was okay and he lifted it high enough to see your lacy bra and cleavage. He gulped, causing his Adam's apple to bob up and down.

“I knew you were beautiful but holy shit… you’re irresistible.” He scooted his body down, so his head was in line with your chest. He shifted his knees to better balance himself while also trapping your body underneath as his hands delicately cupped your breasts. The mesh texture of your bra was fun to touch, but he was more interested in feeling your soft skin. 

He settled his head in between your mounds and kissed, sucked, and tasted every part his lips could reach while massaging your breasts. You moaned louder than expected, so you clasped your hand on your mouth in consideration of his neighbors.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

He pinned your hand down but continued making out with your chest, using his other hand to pull down one cup to expose your perky nipple. His fingers pinched the pebbled bud and he twisted it enough to earn a strained moan from your pretty lips. 

“J-Jimin, it feels good,” you said, knowing he fed off praise. 

“How does this feel?” He pulled down your bra completely, exposing your other nipple for his lips to take hold of. He sucked on it harshly, using his lips to tug on it several times until it released with a light pop sound. 

His long tongue came out to play and he stiffened it to tease your nipple some more, toying with it and making it go back and forth. Switching to your other nipple, he gave it the same attention while fondling the first tit. 

“God, I love your tits. Look at that,” He pushed them together to make the line of your cleavage more distinct and then squeezed them roughly. “Fucking sexy as hell.”

You blushed and he leaned back to sit on his knees, pulling you up to help you get rid of your shirt and unclasp your bra. Tossing the clothes off the bed, he scooted down some more to free your legs. You eagerly lifted them up and helped him take off your shorts, which were discarded with the rest of your clothes. Jimin couldn’t help but grin when he saw your panties weren’t matching with your bra.

He didn’t comment on it though because you still looked magnificent. Your top half bare with your hair fanned out on the pillow and legs wide open. 

He hovered above your body and placed one hand near your head to prop himself up while the other one snuck down to your clothed womanhood. You knew you were practically leaking for him and a single graze from one of his fingers confirmed it. 

“You’re already drenched. Damn. I haven’t even touched you down there yet.”

“I want you to fuck me already,” you stated, giving him irresistible bedroom eyes. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Trust me, I want to. But I like to take my time. Besides,” he leaned in closer, “I love it when you beg.”

He cupped your clothed pussy and pressed his palm against your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves you so desperately wanted. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more and were thrusting your hips up and down to get more. He normally would stop and teach you a lesson for being so needy, but it was so lewd watching you get off like this. 

He used two fingers to slide up and down your slit, gradually increasing the pressure till he saw you pant harder, whine louder, thrust faster. Finally he moved your panties to the side and inserted one finger slowly, nearly knocking the breath out of you. And fuck, you were clenching so tight already that he didn’t know if you could handle another finger until you begged for it. 

Inserting another finger, he now had two fingers in your wet pussy and slowly pumped them in and out of you. He loved how your slick was drenching his fingers and he wanted more out of you than sharp inhales and exhales. He increased his speed ten fold once he felt you were stretched out enough. So relentless and consistent, he fingered you faster than your moans could come out, each one sounding more broken than the previous one. 

Your pussy made obscene squelching sounds with each thrust and you were now screaming for him to not stop. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh my fucking g-god.”

“Don’t cum.”

“But—”

He clasped his hand around your throat. “Don’t fucking cum until I say so.”

There was no way. It was too much for you to handle. His brutal pace, his dominance, the way he was holding your breaths hostage, you were experiencing too much euphoric bliss to not cum full force. You closed your eyes and your body betrayed you, delivering the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve had in months. 

Your legs were shaking and you wanted to cry because it felt so fucking amazing, your pussy started to convulse and Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you. Releasing your throat, oxygen properly flowed back through your body. However, you were still light-headed and your body was still quaking. 

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard a seductive “Mm…” sound coming from Jimin. There he was, still hovering above you but sucking his fingers dry.

“Open,” Your mouth was ready. He put his fingers in your mouth to let you taste the remnants of your orgasm. “Now isn’t that something? You love tasting yourself, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned. 

“So delicious and sweet. But you cummed without permission.” He got off you and slid off the bed, circling around to the end of it. At first he simply stared at your fucked out form, loving the way your pussy was still dripping. Like it was ready for more. “Get on all fours for me. Face down. Ass up.”

Your body was still depleted of energy, but you pushed through and turned over onto your stomach while pushing your ass up. It was embarrassing for you because at first, nothing happened. Jimin was just staring at your exposed cunt and you didn’t hear anything. Yet when you tried to look back at him, he hopped on the bed and spanked you lightly. 

“Is this okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, not at all. In fact, you can… spank me as hard as you want. I can take it.”

Goodness, you were going to kill him. He wanted to shove his cock balls deep inside you and fuck you into oblivion. But there was more he had to do.

“You really aren’t as innocent as you look. Naughty girl. Did I say you could look back?”

“N-No.”

He smacked your ass again, this time with greater force. “No, what?”

“No sir.”

The last spank he gave you was brutal, you could feel the shape of his hand print on your ass forming where the skin stung. He massaged your ass lovingly, almost as if to apologize but you really didn’t mind. If anything, that made you want him more. Then he laid on top of you, kissing your shoulder and then trailing more kisses down the curve of your back. Once he got to your cheeks, he sucked on the skin enough to create another hickey.

Then you heard him spit right onto your cunt and jolted a bit when his hand rubbed the saliva in with your juices. 

“You’re my favorite for a reason. And I’m going to reward you.”

He stuck his face in front of your pussy, watching it quiver with need. From when he kissed you and played with your breasts, you caught a glimpse of his long tongue. So it wasn’t all that unreasonable to assume he was probably a god at oral sex. Even if he wasn't, you wanted him to eat you out too badly to care about his skill level. 

First he licked a long stripe down your slit, then used his thumbs to open your pussy lips wide to lap up your juices. You moaned into the pillow and gripped it tightly, letting Jimin slurp your pussy like the starved man he was. 

“How did I resist you for so long?” he asked. “When you’re this fucking delicious. And this peach… it’s all mine.”

He spanked you on the cheek that wasn’t stinging with pain, but now you were pretty sure both cheeks were equally bruised. However, there was no time to dwell on that when Jimin inserted his tongue as deep as he can into your warm hole, tongue-fucking you while rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You wanted to cry from how much pleasure you were feeling since it wasn’t long ago since your first orgasm happened. But Jimin kept at it, using his free arm to wrap around your thighs and effectively holding you in place. Yes, he was merciless and needed you to cum on his tongue. He used his big lips to his advantage and made out with your juicy pussy, not even so much stopping as to take a second to breathe. 

Your second orgasm was building in your core, this tightening pressure that was ready to burst any minute. You cried out Jimin’s name as you cummed all over his face, but he simply slurped up all your essence, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as it could. 

When he finally let go of you, you could no longer keep your body up. You fell onto your side and he joined you on the bed again, pushing your hair out of your face. 

“You’re incredible,” he said, giving you a warm smile. “Are you okay? If you’re done for the night, I’d understand.”

You shook your head, letting the high of your orgasm subside. “No… no… I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”

“But [Y/N]... you cummed twice. I think. You did cum, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes! Duh!”

“I had to confirm,” he said innocently, placing a kiss on your forehead. “But just know I… I can be really rough.”

“Rougher than what you’ve already put me through?”

“... Well… it depends. I don’t want to make you too sore.”

You gulped, feeling your lust build up again at that statement. “I would fucking love that though.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your boldness. “Okay. Let me get a condom.”

Reaching his hand over you, he tried to open his nightstand drawer, but an idea popped into your head. You grabbed onto his bicep (to shamelessly feel his muscle but also stop his actions) and his eyes widened, confused. 

“Actually… why don’t you give me that creampie?” 

His eyes darkened and you saw the way his jaw clenched. “[Y/N]... don’t play with me.” 

You started speaking really fast. “I’m not. I’m on the pill and… well, you did say you love creampies. Give me one.”

He thought about it for a second and continued to reach for the drawer. You were admittedly very disappointed, but then you realized he had pulled out a bottle of lube from the drawer instead of a condom.

“I want to make sure we do it right then.” He popped open the cap and squeezed the clear product into his hand before palming himself. You watched him with zero shame and there was no doubt in your mind you could cum from the sight alone. The lube gave his dick a shiny gloss and it looked painfully erect. He must have been suffering from not having cummed yet and you couldn’t wait for him to take out his carnal desires on you.

You grabbed the bottle and set it back on the nightstand before getting on top this time.

“[Y/N]?” He was surprised that the tables had turned.

“I want to try something,” you admitted. “Let me ride you.”

He relaxed and laid back on the pillow, giving you the go-ahead with a simple nod. You finally achieved your dream of kissing his body, making sure to not leave any part of his torso untouched. He was a work of art and you wanted to cherish this time with him. 

“You’re too attractive for your own good.” You lightly ran your fingernails over his abdominals and gave one final kiss to his collarbone. “Handsome all around.”

He couldn’t hold back his smile. “Well, you’re beautiful. Underneath and on top of me.” 

“Why thanks. How about when I do this?” 

You leaned back and sat up straight, using your knees to hold yourself up to properly align his cock to your entrance. First you guided his tip to your folds, shuddering when it brushed against your clit. Jimin bit his lip, watching you sink onto his cock slow and steady. You sighed with content as the thick head stretched you, but his shaft provided you the delicious burn you were after. Your arousal mixed with the lube helped things go smoothly and once he was fully inside you, you both moaned from the satisfaction. 

“God~, that feels amazing. Fuck. So tight. So sexy, you have no clue.” 

Without warning, you bounced up and down his shaft like a bitch in heat. The complete opposite of Jimin, you had no patience, not that he minded at this point. He held onto your hips and admired your body, loving the way your tits bounced while you threw your head back in bliss. The sound of skin slapping on skin bounced off the walls nonstop. 

That’s when that viral tweet popped into your mind and you slowed your bouncing to more of a rolling motion with your hips. 

“How does this feel?” You moved your hips in a half circle shape to form a ‘C’, followed by a full rotation for the ‘O’, making sure to take your time. Jimin’s grip on your hips tightened and his face contorted from the pleasure. 

“So fucking good, keep going.”

You were pleased it was working and moved back and forth to spell the ‘N’, but found it confusing. If anything, it’d be an ‘I’. But Jimin seemed to enjoy it, so you spelled out the rest of the word (your favorite motion being the ‘O’). 

Jimin noticed your rhythm being thrown off a minute later, so he asked if everything was okay. You internally groaned and stopped moving. This was why you told Taehyung that tweet was stupid. Who spells during sex? 

“Um… I saw this stupid tweet and was trying it out…”

“What tweet?” Jimin asked casually and you found the whole situation hilarious because he was still balls deep in you.

“There’s this viral tweet that said dick riding tip #1 is to spell the word coconut when you’re on top… I just thought the N was weird. Because wouldn’t it be like this?”

You did a zigzag motion with your hips but nearly fell off his dick. He was trying hard to take you seriously, but even your sloppy technique sent a wave of shocking pleasure when you were clenching this hard. 

“At first I did this back and forth motion—” You demonstrated it again. “—But that’s more like an ‘I’, right? I pictured it as an ‘N’. Does that count?”

“I swear to god, you are too cute,” he said, straining to keep his words stable. “Well guess what? Any movement you make feels so good, so please. Just do what makes you comfortable.”

“You don’t think I’m silly?”

“Are you kidding? I want to fucking ruin you. Keep going.”

You placed your hands on his firm chest to hold you steady, resuming back to riding him the way you originally intended—hard, fast, and desperate. Jimin was captivated in the way you rolled your hips, your lewd expression, and how more defined your breasts/cleavage were with your hands in front. He couldn’t help himself and grabbed hold of them as you continued to bounce. 

Having you ride him raw was surreal. The lube combined with your arousal made everything feel incredible and your tight, velvet walls were so snug and warm. Watching you enjoy yourself only turned him on more and he wanted to meet you half-way. Your pace was declining in speed as your thighs burned, so he thrusted up at lightning speed, nearly knocking the breath out of you. 

As his hips met yours at a fast pace, he had found that sweet spot deep inside. “You like that?” 

“Yes, yes, yes! Your cock is so good.” You could no longer hold yourself up and Jimin seized that opportunity to wrap his arm around you, bringing you down to meet him chest to chest as he fucked you silly. His free hand found your ass cheek and he spanked you, whispering filthy words of praise into your ear. 

“You take my cock so well, you know that?” The sudden drop in his voice to a lower octave made you clench harder. “So fucking sexy, grip my dick with that greedy pussy. Fuck~, I love an obedient girl.”

He locked you in place, his hold on you as strong as his thrusts. You closed your eyes to focus on that building pressure in your core, but Jimin growled. 

“Eyes on me.”

Like the good girl you were, you obeyed. Jimin loved how you glowed in the warm ambience of the lights in his room with that fucked out expression. And he was only getting started. He lifted his head up to kiss you, drowning out your moans as his dick relentlessly penetrated you. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head when you thought the pleasure was too much, but then he flipped you over onto your back like you weighed nothing. His cock never left your pussy, so he drilled into you harder as your legs wrapped around his waist. You grabbed his face with both hands and met his lips once again, this time inserting your tongue in his mouth. The action was so lewd and fulfilling at the same time. 

But then Jimin’s thrusts slowed to more slow, languid motions. He was taking his time savoring every raw sensation but each time he thrusted back into you was sharp and calculated. You stopped kissing him to moan and he simply watched you, demanding eye contact. 

“Do you feel that? My cock going in and out of you. It’s driving you crazy with how slow I’m going right? But then,”—he thrusted extra hard, —“I do this. And you love it, right?”

“Yes, I want more. Please. Give it to me harder,” you said in a breathy plea. He relaxed his body to collapse onto yours fully, placing both his forearms on either side of your head. You released your legs off his body and spread them wide because you knew he was going to go in deep. 

He lifted his hips and fully started slamming into your pussy, his arms trapping you on either side while his face was hovering right above your own. Each thrust deliberate, desperate—a result of him being deprived of sex for so long and there was no way he wasn’t going to give you everything he’s got.

Missionary was bound to be intimate, but Jimin holding you this close meant he was unknowingly sinking his hooks deeper into your heart. Everytime your eyes threatened to shut, Jimin’s growl would alert you to think again. Besides, you wouldn’t want to miss the way he brought his lower lip in slightly, biting it tenderly before releasing slowly in between aggressive thrusts. 

The skin-to-skin contact forced your bodies on the verge of overheating, but you couldn’t get enough of it. Your broken moans and his drawn-out grunts were synchronized in rhythm and thrust, the two of you too consumed by the overpowering lust from waiting so long to indulge in your true desires. 

Jimin ducked his head into the valley of your breasts, providing you with sweet smooches as he slowed the rolling of his hips. You peered down to meet his piercing eyes and he used that opportunity to peck you on the lips. 

“I want you to do something for me,” he said, his voice dripping in lust and dominance. He pushed himself up, grimacing at how his perspiration made you both sticky when he peeled off you. It took him almost everything to slide out of you, what with your death grip on his cock. 

He leaned back on his knees and you sat up, willing to do anything to get him back inside you. 

“What do you want?” you asked, your voice slightly wavering. Not like you could forget how he said he could be rough.

“You. All fours. Now.”

You flipped over onto your stomach eager as ever and got onto all fours. He stared at your sopping cunt and inserted two fingers in, scissoring you as you shook your ass back and forth in faux protest. 

“J-Jimin please… put your cock back inside me. I want it.”

“Shh, shh, shh~, you’re so needy.” He spanked you with his free hand and then massaged the cheek, realizing your skin was still sensitive from the last time. “You okay?”

“Y-Yes.” 

He took his fingers out of you and laid on top of you, cupping your mounds and giving them a firm squeeze. 

“Seeing you like this… is so unbelievably sexy.” He sucked harshly on the side of your neck and you whined, knowing the hickey will last more than a few days. His lips trailed down to your shoulder blade, down the curve of your spine, and then to your ass. Right when you were about to beg him to fuck you, he pushed your head down into the pillow but your ass still remained up. 

“You think you can take my cock?” he challenged in his raspy, satoori. 

You turned your head to the side, so your voice could travel. “Yes. I know I can.”

“Confident, are we?” He used his other hand to rub his girthy tip against your pussy lips, teasing you until you were squirming and begging with need. Then you felt him push in, his cock invading your walls without warning and giving you that delicious stretch you craved. He still held you down as he snapped his hips into you at a consistent rate that had you screaming into the pillow. “Take it. Take my cock, tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it!” you shouted, clawing at the sheets. “Fucking hell, I love it!”

He responded by gripping your hips with both hands, slamming into you harder than before and reaching your sweet spot. Hearing the squelching of your own pussy plus the sound of skin slapping on skin was a sinful treat to your ears and Jimin surprised you once again when he grabbed your hands and held them behind your back. 

Having complete possession of your body, you simply laid there and took every single attack to your pussy. You loved how dominating he was, his raw passion and intensity taking you straight to heaven like no other. He loved how your cheeks jiggled as his cock slid in and out of you, coated in a thick layer of cum. 

“Even your backside is gorgeous, fuck. I’m…”—his hips stuttered but he thrusted back into you hard enough to make you drool,— “so lucky. [Y/N]... I might not last much longer.”

“That’s okay,” you said in a soothing voice. 

“No. It’s not.”

He released your hands and pulled out of you. Before you could turn your head back to see what he was doing, you felt a slight tickle and something in your pussy before you realized he was eating you out again. Something about him not caring about his dick being in you seconds before but still willing to service you like this made your heart flutter. He wrapped an arm around your thighs, flicking his tongue on your clit and slurping your juices loudly. 

“J-Jimin… Jimin please, I—oh god—I…” your stomach was tightening, the pleasure building up exponentially and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. Jimin ceased his actions and the pleasure dissipated until he shoved his cock into you full force, fucking you like an animal in heat. 

You screamed his name several times, unable to keep your ass up and he pushed you down until you laid flat, continuing to jackhammer into your tight cunt relentlessly. Wrapping an arm around your neck in a loving embrace, he snapped his hips in you until your pussy spasmed out of nowhere. Your orgasm was spontaneous and lasting far longer than any you’ve experienced in the past. 

Jimin wasn’t done yet and kept thrusting madly till the sensitivity was too much. But you loved it, wanting him to prolong that bliss and he assured you he was going to cum soon. 

“You’re so good to me, let me cum in that pretty pussy.”

You could barely moan out a yes, but he heard you and with one last brutal thrust, he cummed inside you. You’ve read online that sometimes when the guy comes inside you, you might not feel anything. With Jimin? That was a different story. His load was undoubtedly large, making you feel full. His cock was still in you and he rode out his high by grinding into you, pushing the cum back in deeper. 

Jimin simply held you, catching his breath and not saying a word. He wanted to stay inside you for a while longer and embrace the warmth of your body. However, he did remove his arm, so you could rest your head and lay down completely. 

“You know…” you said in a breathy voice. “You’re my first creampie.”

His dick twitched inside you at the sound of that. He immediately knew in a few minutes, he’d be ready to fuck your brains out again. “Fuck… what are you doing to me?”

No matter how late it got, you managed to force yourself to go home because there was no way you could stay over. Not on your parent’s watch. As much as you wanted to cuddle with Jimin, you had to respect their wishes; you could stay out late as long as you came home at the time you texted them. Your aching muscles protested with each step you took, your legs as wobbly as jelly, but you trekked on to your car after cleaning up. 

Jimin walked you out of course and it was cute to see him beg you for once.

“You sure you can’t stay? It’s really late…”

“I told my parents I’d be home by 1 at the latest.”

“Aren’t they asleep?”

“Yes.”

“So they wouldn’t know. Please~, stay over. I can make you breakfast.”

You threw your arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips. “In bed?”

“Well, I was thinking more like pancakes or waffles. Whichever you prefer but that can also be arranged.” He engulfed you in a tight hug, taking in your scent one more time. “Get home safe. Text me.”

“I will.”

Weeks passed since that marvelous night. It took forever for your love bites to heal, especially when Jimin kept recreating them. He still worked on the weekends, so you saw him maybe once or twice a week. At first, you dreaded seeing him again because you worried he’d treat you differently. You even made the first move in addressing the elephant in the room.

“What we did was fun. One time thing, you know? No hard feelings.”

“Ah, I understand. But I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.”

You’d be a fool to resist him. He and you stayed late nights on purpose, so he could fuck you in the restaurant after hours. Whenever it was your breaktime, you two would do it in his car. One time you had a quickie in the bathroom, which wasn’t the most comfortable but still enjoyable nevertheless.

Wasn’t long until your coworkers picked up on your suspicious behavior with Jimin. They knew there had to have been a reason you had that certain glow and hop to your step. But you brushed them off and were tight-lipped. Jimin loved the secrecy and so did you. 

However, the next month was when Jimin stopped showing up to work. You texted him out of concern, but he didn’t reply. Not that you two often texted each other anyway (he said he didn’t like texting and preferred face to face conversations), but you were worried. It wasn’t until during your break Yoongi informed you he was sick. 

You debated on whether or not to come over and drop off some food or something but decided against it. Something in you felt it wouldn’t be appropriate despite how intimate things have gotten lately. Fortunately Taehyung was there to keep you occupied and you got to update him on how great things have been going.

Two weeks later was when you saw Jimin again. You were ecstatic to see him scheduled for the morning shift with you. Waking up early was something you dreaded, but you woke up extra early to get to the restaurant and have some extra minutes with him. You greeted him with a bright smile and a wave upon entering, but he kept his focus on the drink station.

“Hey.”

His back was still turned towards you and you dropped your hand, feeling unsettled. Maybe he was still sick. So you put down your stuff, clocked in, and began working on your side jobs for the morning. He did the same.

“Hey Jimin,” you said, sitting across from him at a table after your side jobs were finished. He stopped staring at his phone screen and raised his head to meet your eyes. 

“Yes?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good. I start school again in a few weeks.”

“I see… time flies by fast.”

His voice was lacking enthusiasm, so you got straight to the point. “I know you said you don’t like texting, but I hope we can try to keep up with each other. I’ll be busy, but I’m always down to talk.”

Jimin turned his phone over and placed it down on the table. He straightened his posture and sighed like he was burdened by something. 

“We shouldn’t.”

“What?” 

No traces of a smile were found. “[Y/N]... I don’t want to lead you on. It was nice spending time together, really. I loved every moment. It was fun. But…”

You were shouting in your mind for him to stop talking. These types of conversations never ended well, especially when there was a but. 

He continued, “My ex-girlfriend lives near the new restaurant I’m being transferred to. We’ve been… talking. A lot.”

“... Oh.”

“To be honest, we were on a break of sorts. Seeing other people but I—”

“Used me as a rebound. Got it…”

“No! [Y/N], I’m sorry. But I care about you.” 

“Just don’t. It’s whatever. This was a fling anyway, I don’t know why you’re sorry. Not like this was a real relationship.”

You were pretty sure he was able to hear your heart tear in half. There was no need to continue this conversation. You didn’t want to hear anymore of his excuses or attempts at damage control. It made sense how he didn’t let you ever confess. This whole time he’s secretly had someone else in the back of his mind. 

Even if you knew it was best not to exchange confessions, you still hoped. You hoped there could be more. Long-distance perhaps? You realized that was impractical and stupid. He was going to get back with his ex. It’s funny because he was never yours, but you thought… well… that you two shared something special. Now it all felt one-sided. 

Jimin thought you were going to say more, yell at him even, he would’ve taken whatever insults you were ready to throw. But your silence spooked him more. Your smile nonexistent, your eyes losing their luster. 

He said your name again, this time more softly because he was afraid you would fall apart if he was too direct. You got up from your chair and turned away from him because 1) there was a couple about to enter the restaurant and 2) you didn’t want to look at his face anymore.

The bell rang and you mustered up your best “I-love-my-job-and-I’m-not-dying-inside” voice. “Welcome! How many today?”

It was impressive how you kept that act up the entire day. Jimin tried to talk to you during the slow hours, but you avoided him by finding other tasks to do. Whether it was sweeping, wiping down tables, helping your coworker when he was falling behind on orders—anything was better than dealing with him.

Once nightfall came and the last table left, you started on your side jobs with Hoseok. Jimin also helped, but you couldn’t care less what he was doing. 

“Hey [Y/N], I emptied the trash so all you have to do is put in new bags.”

“Thanks Hoseok! I’ll do that right now.”

You grabbed two new trash bags from the cabinet and entered the women’s restroom. It took you less than a minute to replace it before going to the men’s restroom to repeat the same task. Then just when you finished, you heard a knock on the door.

“Yes?” you called out. Jimin entered and you panicked, wanting to bolt out faster than the speed of light. “Oh. Jimin. I’m done, did you need to use the restroom? I’ll be leaving.”

He shut the door and stood in front, effectively blocking your only means of escape. “Can we please talk?”

“No. What is there to say? You don’t even want to be friends.”

“I said we shouldn’t text. We can still be friends.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you. Or come between you and your ex,” He reached for your hand, but you hid it behind your back. “I’m putting in my two weeks. Today.”

He stared at you in shock, retracting his hand and placing it back down by his side. “But school doesn’t start for you until later… you’re not going to stay? Just for a while longer?”

“No. It’s best this way.”

“Will you come visit?”

“I… I don’t think so. Please let me go.”

Seeing his lips tremble and heartbroken expression was crumbling the strong demeanor you fronted. You had to leave these small confines or else you might do something you regret like kiss him and have one last rendezvous. Jimin didn’t want to let things end this way, but he stepped aside.

“Alright. I’ll tell Namjoon.”

His voice was frail and sounded on the verge of crying. You exited the restroom without looking back, leaving him by himself to wallow in sadness. 

“Hoseok! I’m going to be leaving early. I don’t feel well!” you announced so he’d hear you in the back. “Can you finish my side jobs?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem!” he shouted back, completely clueless as to what was going on. 

Your work schedule was shortened drastically. Rather than working two more weeks, you were only working one. And none of the days lined up with Jimin’s. You didn’t know if that was done on purpose or if it was a coincidence, but it was easier this way. Your coworkers, while sad, understood why you had to leave. Namjoon even asked you if you were leaving because you disliked the staff or something, to which you reassured him that wasn't the case. 

Your last work day flew by and you pretty much never looked back. In the last few weeks you had left of summer, you chose to relax and focus on other things. Taehyung comforted you with your favorite junk foods and gave you a word of advice.

“Sometimes you have chemistry with someone and it doesn’t mean you have to date. Maybe they’re just a chapter from your story, a pleasant memory. You’ll find sparks with someone else, trust me.”

He even invited you to spend time with him and his roommates, who were all stupidly attractive and you appreciated having some new eye-candy to fawn over. Slowly but surely, you were forgetting all about your manager. 

Meanwhile, Jimin was often found staring at his phone. He didn’t want to admit he was waiting for you to text him, but the thought of it made him happy. Just to hear from you one last time. Sure, he should’ve texted you first but after being firm about not liking text, he didn’t want to disturb you or inflict any more pain. 

He did, however, send you a friend request on Facebook several months later. You were swamped in coursework and found it amusing to see his name pop up during one of your study sessions. 

“Huh. Jimin sent me a friend request,” you said, clicking your tongue afterwards. “Interesting.” 

“On what?” Taehyung asked.

“Facebook.”

“Lame.”

“Hmm… do you want to eat at the restaurant? I’m hungry.”

“You actually want to go there? Do you want to see him?”

“I just… have this feeling. You know what, I’ll place a pickup order and bring it back to you.”

The drive to the restaurant was making you anxious. Jimin didn’t pick up the phone when you made the order and whoever took it was clearly someone new and unfamiliar. You parked at the very front, got out, locked your car, and went inside. Memories washed over you as you reminisced about your time there. 

There were some new renovations, which gave the restaurant a fresher look. You saw a familiar face at the register and smiled. 

“Hoseok! You’re still here?”

“Eyy~, [Y/N]! Yeah, I am,” He gave you a dramatic eye roll at his poor choice and you giggled. “I didn’t know if the name on the ticket was actually you. It’s good to see you. Here’s your food.”

He grabbed the large plastic bag full of food from the back counter and handed it to you. 

“Oh!” he shouted suddenly, giving you quite the scare. “I just remembered! Jimin told me to give you something. Wait here!” 

He bolted out of the restaurant and you stood there dumbfounded. Three minutes later, he returned with a pretty pink box with a matching envelope on top. 

“This is for you from Jimin. He left this morning but told everyone if you were to come in then this would be yours.”

“Oh, uh, thanks. Can I sit at this table and open it?”

“Yeah! Not many customers here anyway,” he said, gesturing to the empty restaurant with a bright laugh. You placed your bag of food on the table and took the box and envelope from him. Once you settled into the booth, you opened the envelope first to find a card with a coconut border with your name on it in gorgeous calligraphy. 

Inside the card said:

Dear [Y/N],

I never got to say goodbye to you, so I’m doing it now. If you’re reading this, that means you came back. I’m probably gone by now, but I wanted to say I’m sorry. You were my favorite employee. Not because of what we did together but because of your kindness and optimistic personality. You made work fun for not just me, but for anyone you came in contact with. I will miss you a lot and I know there’s nothing I can say that will change how much I hurt you. 

I hope you don’t regret our time together because I sure don’t. Maybe in the future, I’ll see you again in Busan. If not, that’s okay too. I hope you enjoy the gift I got you. It’s a bit silly, but it’s how I’ll remember you. And I hope you’ll remember me too when you see it.

Love, 

Park Jimin

You put the letter down, extremely curious as to what was in the pink box. It was then you noticed the small logo on the side that was the name of the pie shop.

“No…” you said under your breath, trying not to laugh. You opened the box to find a mini coconut cream pie and covered your mouth, giggling to yourself. “Oh my god… he’s so silly. Freakin’ coconut.”

You stared at it for a minute and all you could see was Jimin’s sweet face. As much as you tried to deny it, you missed him too. You took the fork provided in the box and took a bite of the dessert. It was the right amount of sweetness and probably the best cream pie you’ve ever had. Well, second best cream pie. 

Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you went to Facebook and accepted Jimin’s friend request before finishing your dessert. 

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[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

What Do You See, Mirror? Chapter 1

John Constantine x reader

Word Count: 867

Summary: That mirror above the fireplace dredges up memories John would rather forget, no matter how good they might have been at the time.

Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAnd here’s another 10k (10 chapters, roughly 1k each), this one about my man John Constantine because I started watching the show again and got bit by the plot bunny. Tell me your thoughts if you like it! I love reading some rambling comments from you guys xp

“Time’s out of joining in that mirror,” Constantine’s words echoed through Liv’s ears as she found herself gazing into it for the second time that day. Again, she was alone. John and Chas were out getting . . . something for dealing with her little problem, so she’d taken to roaming around the old millhouse by herself.

Just like last time, she started in alarm when the mirror didn’t reflect her (or even her father), and instead chose to show her something different that happened at some point in the past.

It was a familiar form on display, this time. Well, at least half of the couple shown in the silver surface was familiar anyway, because it was none other than John Constantine himself. Only this version of John was smiling without the sarcastic, biting edge to it that it usually had. He seemed, for lack of better word, happy. It seemed like he was talking to someone that was only partially in frame.

The other person was a woman, that much she could tell. Liv couldn’t see much more than that because her back was to the mirror. A flash of a bottle in the woman’s hands meant that she was pouring her and John drinks. Not someone like Liv who just needed his help, then.

John in the past laughed--it was clear just from the visual that it’d been a loud, boisterous one--and his hands came to grasp the woman’s leather jacket to pull her closer to him. Now, Liv would never claim to be good at lip-reading by any stretch of her imagination, but she felt confident enough in her skills that she was certain John told the woman something that included the words, “Love you.”

“What’s that blasted thing showing you n--” the current John, the real one that just walked into the room with her, was asking before cutting himself off the second he could see the mirror with his own eyes.

“Who is that?”

He snorted. “You shouldn’t pay too much attention to the past, luv.”

“You look happy,” she pointed out, trying a different tactic to get information.

His frown made his already thin lips thinner. “We have more important things to deal with. We have to trap Furcifer before he gets even more out of hand.”

“What h--”

“What happened?” He gave an almost manic sounding laugh. “No. I’m not talking about that. We’re leaving. Now.”

~

John was impressively not in the mood to deal with the gang that was so obviously following him, and it certainly didn’t help that his hands automatically started doing something inspired by you to scare them off. It did nothing but bring up memories of you, and that was never a good thing for him. The whole ‘dunking his hands in oil and lighting them on fire’ thing was a gag he’d developed with her as his muse, after all. A little magic to keep his hands from burning, and most mortals would go running at the sight of a madman lighting his own hands on fire.

It worked like a charm this time just like all the others.

Once alone again, his mind started turning over and over the events that led him here, most of all his time in Ravenscar.

~

The shrink just hadn’t been able, or willing for that matter, to let the concept of John’s ex-wife go once he accidentally let her name slip past his lips. That man nagged John about her every session after for the entire two months he’d been in Ravenscar afterwards, right up until he checked himself out and strolled out the door. Her and Astra had been that man’s favorite bones to pick when discussing John’s various traumas. Their existences haunted his ‘therapy’ like they haunted his nightmares. He just couldn’t escape.

One thing led to another in both instances involving those two, after all. The divorce, however consensual it might have been, left him lonely, and a lonely John Constantine was never a good thing. He wasn’t good at handling it. Just ask anyone he ever called ‘friend’. Hell, you could probably get a similar answer from those he called ‘enemy’. 

When he was lonely, he got dangerous. He got nasty and had a tendency to drink. When he was drunk, John either got sad, horny, or over-confident. Unfortunately for Astra, he knew he’d been the latter during the disaster with Nergal. Then he was left with a whole new reason to drink, plus the lovely addition of his soul being thoroughly being damned to Hell when he eventually (or not so eventually) kicked the metaphorical bucket.

~

He shook his head to clear away the memories. Dwelling would do him no good now (or ever, if he was being perfectly honest). Still, he didn’t like the fact that the mirror had shown that specific evening (their anniversary, not long before everything went sideways) to Liz. It could be nothing. It could bloody well be a coincidence--maybe the mirror felt like reminiscing because the date was coming up or something, John didn’t know, he made a point to avoid calendars at this point--or it could be a sign.

And John wasn’t sure he believed coincidences anymore.

[henqtic]

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

pairing: artist!sirus black x reader

word count: 591

summary: sirius draws sketches you nude. 

warnings: vague description of sex for only a short paragraph (not important and easy to skip over), nudity— please contact me if there’s more !

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“you’re truly a beauty m’love.”

the awe skillfully laced into his voice brought you back to how you woke up— sounds of graphite scraping against paper, lines getting written one after another. some curved, some straight and some were just shading, and it was all to capture you completely.

“oh but didn’t you already have the whole night to tell me that?” you pondered, not exactly expecting an answer as you were hinting at the events of mere hours before— and they didn’t seem too unforgettable. you had to keep in a laugh once you looked up, he was flustered, blushing at a faint memory.

feelings of rough and soft touches, him gripping your body closer and closer and your nails scratching deeper into his— being so tangled up in the duvets, sounds of pants, moans, whines, and whimpers that only the loud city right on the other side of your floor length windows came as a reminder of the outside world.

and in the midst of the cool down, words of praise and heavy breathing changing the atmosphere— he was admiring your sweat gleamed body under his, taking in every single detail before finally picking you and bringing you to the bathroom. and then, that’s the moment he got the inspiration.

your neck craned slightly, curious of how much progress he had made but he simply moved the sketchbook a little more than out of your sight without taking his attention off of it. you should’ve known he’d do that, he always did have a thing with letting people see the pieces he worked on.

he told you how he took up the hobby around his third year, how it was an escape from everything going around at home, and the feeling of anxiousness he’d get just by thinking of being under the dusted roof again.

and art, drawing, it helped him to really express himself and give him a place where he could create his own world, one where he could possess a sense of control about the mind space he was in rather than it being completely dependent on the dark and foggy ones of his family members.

“i know that but really, what’s the harm in continuing if it’s not a lie?”

his question was so obviously rhetorical because not a second later he was leaning down to lay a soft kiss to your lips, moving the white sheet partially from your body to reveal your bare chest and starting back at his work once again.

“do you really think it’s... tasteful to draw me nude?”

sirius always told you how you were his muse, how you purely existing made his brain gears turn. and you were flattered, there wasn’t a person on earth who wouldn’t be— but still, every spark he got never went to something quite like this.

“y/n your body is one of the most beautiful ones, no it is the most beautiful one i’ve ever had the privilege of seeing, every single inch of it. i think it’s extremely tasteful to have it in another form— only if you want it to be of course.”

you stayed silent a few seconds to give the illusion that you were actually thinking about it.

“you’re a real talker black, did you know that— but you have my yes filled with nothing but gratitude. go ahead,” you said, granting him permission to continue and permission for your body to relax into the bed— an airy sigh coming from you quickly after.

"you won't regret it."

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Leave Your Lover (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello! So, this was going to be one really long part, but it kind of got away from me and I had to split it into two. Don’t worry the next part is going to be very long either way because that’s the half that got away from me. This takes place pre-Infinity War. Inspired by Sam Smith’s “Leave Your Lover”, mainly the line featured. 

Summary: A brief glimpse into life on the run. Will Wanda be able to find Y/n? 

“If I can't have you I'll walk this life alone, spare you the rising storms and let the rivers flow.”

Being on the run was difficult to say the least and being on the run while trying to find someone who was actively trying not to be found was even worse. Despite being told by the rest of the group that it may be in her best interest to just move on and let you go, Wanda knew that wasn’t an option. She had made a promise to herself that she was going to keep fighting for you, no matter the cost. Wanda had let you go once and she wasn’t going to let it happen, not if there was a part of her that knew you still had love in your heart for her.

The only one who knew where you were at all times was Steve and he had spent the last few months absolutely refusing to disclose your exact location. That never stopped her from trying though. 

Eventually though, he gave in. Steve wasn’t sure if it was her sheer determination that impressed him or the fact that he had never seen you happier than when you were with her. If she thought she could create happiness in a terrible situation, Steve thought she at least deserved a true chance and he wouldn’t stand in the way. 

When she received the location, Wanda quickly packed what little she had and booked the next train ticket to Rennes, France. Feeling hopeful for the first time since long before the events of Lagos. _________________________________

For the majority of the time you’d been on the run, you stuck to the idea that hiding in plain sight was the best course of action. Which is why you were currently at a poorly lit bar, trying to live as normal a life as you possibly could under the circumstances. The only unfortunate thing was that you couldn’t interact with anyone due to the risk of being discovered. So, when you felt someone tap your shoulder, you knew it would be time to go.

Before turning, you downed your drink to prepare yourself to either get hit on by a random drunk person or convince them you weren’t who they thought you were.

Neither options were what you got when you turned around though. You tilted your head in pleasant surprise at the sight before you.

“Long time no see, stranger.”

Without thinking and perhaps partially due to the alcohol coursing through your veins, you wrapped yourself tightly around the woman in front of you. She laughed in surprise and gladly returned the embrace. You couldn’t help but revel in the contact, touch deprived from all the time you had spent in solitude.

For a while, you both just stood there, wrapped in one another’s embrace. Ignoring the occasional odd look from random passer byers. With one final squeeze, you released her but kept your hands on her shoulders. “You have no idea how good it is to see you, Nat.” you admitted to her with a smile on your face.

Natasha easily returned the smile. “It’s good to see you too. I was passing by outside when I thought I saw you sitting here and I had to see if it was really you.”

“What are the chances?” you asked with a laugh as you signaled the bartender over and ordered drinks. “Let’s celebrate.”

After drinking for a bit and catching up slightly, you both agreed that staying longer would be too much a risk and decided to take a walk outside. 

“You dyed your hair.” You noted as you reached over and took a strand of her hair gently in between your fingers before letting it go. “It looks good.”

A playful smirk spread across Natasha’s lips. “Yeah, well, I figured the red was a dead giveaway for me, so… blonde it was.” She nudged you playfully. “A better disguise than a beanie and glasses at least. You’re no better than Rogers.” 

A boisterous laugh escaped your lips, “What can I say? That man taught me everything I know.” Natasha shook her head but laughed despite herself. 

You knew you would have to separate soon, but you tried not to focus on that. The pair of you walked in contented silence, enjoying the comfort of not being alone, even if it was temporarily.  Eventually you both come up on the street where your hideout was located and for the first time you didn’t feel the need to rush in. Thankfully there was a small bench located across the street and you both wandered over and took a seat, enjoying the cool air.

“How have you been?” Natasha eventually asked, her eyes on yours as she attempted to analyze you.

You pondered the question for a moment. “I’ve been… lonely.” You finally breathed out, turning your gaze skyward. “I feel alone. I miss real connections. I miss just being able to walk down the street without fear of corporal punishment. I miss human contact.”

Natasha’s hand fell to your knee and squeezed lightly. You turned your head to meet her eyes. “I know what you mean. You’re never really alone though, Y/n. You know we’d all be there in a heartbeat if we could, if we have to.” 

The touch and the knowledge that you weren’t alone was something you had missed. Again, whether it was the alcohol in both your systems or the deprivation of another human’s touch, but you both found yourselves leaning forward and connecting lips. 

It was gentle and nice, but you couldn’t help but compare it to Wanda. Kissing Wanda always felt powerful and right. The way your whole body felt like electricity was coursing through your veins at the simplest of touches. Kissing Wanda always felt like coming home. You could’t help but think you needed this to realize that the one you still wanted was the one you shouldn’t want.

Despite this, you didn’t pull away, tangling your hand in Natasha’s now blonde locks as her hands fell to your waist. You allowed yourself this small moment of comfort.

Across the street, Wanda had been approaching only to stop in horror at the sight before her. Her mind rushing and heart breaking at the sight. If she felt a fraction of what you did that night on the roof, she couldn’t imagine how you got through it. As much as her heart ached in her chest, she didn’t allow it to stop her. She just hoped it wasn’t too late. That you hadn’t already given your heart to another. 

After some time, both you and Natasha pulled away. Laughing when you met one another’s eyes. “That was… nice.” You said lightly.

Natasha rolled her eyes and pushed your shoulder. “Yeah, we’re drunk. We will never speak of this again.” She chuckled and looked at her watch. “My train leaves in a little over an hour, I should probably go.” You nodded in understanding and she hugged you once more before beginning to walk away.

“Hey, Nat?” you called after her. She turned. “Take care of yourself, okay?” She nodded and blew a teasing kiss your way before walking off into the night. With a sigh you leaned into the bench and closed your eyes for a moment, taking in the fact that you were alone again. 

It had to have been less than a few minutes when you felt someone sit next to you, your eyes shot open and met with stunning emerald eyes that used to be your world. “Wanda?” you whispered, feeling the air leave your lungs at the sight of her. 

Wanda quirked her lips up slightly, but there was melancholy in her eyes. “So, you and Nat, huh?” There was no accusation in her tone, just sadness. Possibly even acceptance. You quickly realized that she must have seen the kiss.

“And if we are? Together, I mean. What will you do?” You probed challengingly.

Pain flooded her eyes as she dropped her gaze to her lap. “Nothing. I’m not going to interfere if you’re happy, but… but just know that I won’t stop fighting for you. I’ll be here waiting because our love is destined and I’m not going away. I’ll still love you even if you chose to love someone else. You have all of me. Always.” She paused slightly. “You are my only direction.” She added quietly, repeating the words you once told her back to you. 

Your heart clenched at the referenced moment, of one of your formerly favorite moments. 

Staring off into the distance, you could feel the numbness begin to fade as the alcohol started to leave your system. “Why?”

She lifted her gaze up to you curiously, but you didn’t meet her eyes. “Why what?”

“Why do you keep trying?” 

Wanda took a deep breath and turned so she was facing you completely even if you wouldn’t look at her. “Love.” She stated simply, “I’m in love with you, beyond all rationality. Even if you don’t believe me. I want you to have everything you want, even if its Nat, even if that destroys me.”

Even in Spain you had never heard her speak so passionately. It terrified you. Terrified you so much that you wanted to get up and run far, far away from her. Far from the feelings that her words stirred within you.

Wanda wasn’t done though, she needed to get everything off her chest. To lay all her cards out. “When you love someone, you don’t stop. Even when everyone on the team calls me crazy and tells me I should just move on and let you go. I won’t stop or give up because if I could give up…” She risked taking your hand in hers, sighing in relief when you don’t pull back. “If I could give up and listen to everyone’s advice and move on and find someone else that wouldn’t be love. That would be some imitation that is not worth fighting for.”

“Wanda…” you whispered finally looking up at her, noticing the way her eyes shined with unshed tears.

She squeezed your hand again. “But you… You are more than worth fighting for. You will always be worth fighting for. And if I can’t have you I’ll be alone because no one else can hold my heart. This is love.”

“I’m not with Natasha.” You admitted softly after Wanda’s declaration, watching the way relief filled her eyes. “I think we were both just lonely and comforting each other.”

The relieved smile that took over Wanda’s features was contagious as you couldn’t help but smile hesitantly back at her. 

Wanda’s heart fluttered at the sight. That was the first time you had smiled at her since the night on the roof. 

“What does that mean?” she questioned hopefully.

With hesitation, you interlaced your fingers with Wanda’s. “It means that I’m still not sure I trust you and I’m not ready to be with you again.” Her head dropped in dejection. “But. I’m not going to ask you to leave if you want to stay and work on that.”

For the first time in a long time, Wanda felt a semblance of happiness blossom in her chest. Unable to stop herself, she surged forward and took you in her arms, melting when you held her back. “I promise I’ll earn your trust back. I’m not going anywhere. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth, Y/n.”

Part 10! double digits! Pre-Infinity War and Infinity war was supposed to be one chapter and in hindsight that was probably overly ambitious of me. That means there will now be 13 parts instead of 12. Anyway, as always let me know what you think, and hope you enjoyed! :)

[stardust-kenobi]

Stay

Din Djarin x reader

Summary: You had been traveling with the Mandalorian for weeks now. He’d saved your life, inevitably creating a stronger bond between the two of you. One evening, Din opens up to you.

Warnings: just fluff (“no smut?” yes! I am just as surprised as you are), Din being starved of affection

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: In this fic, the child is not with him (don’t kill me). this has not been proofread yet, might be some grammatical errors.

I have requests sitting in my inbox and I’m so sorry for pushing them to the side right now but I got hella inspired to write for mando and could not wait. I’ll get to them soon I promise 💕

gif is not mine

He saved you.

Three weeks ago, he broke his metaphorical tough exterior shell and saved you from an impeding doom.

He didn’t have to, in fact it was probably easier for him to leave you there, but he placed himself in that same danger to rescue you.

You were standing there, suddenly surrounded by troopers, some with artillery questionably beyond his defense capabilities. Mando had escaped, he was fleeing successfully, but he returned when he realized you weren’t with him anymore. 

Never had you seen a human being destroy so many armed enemies so swiftly in the realization that he may lose you without even a single scratch upon your skin. Prior to this occurrence, you didn’t believe he cared about you at all. You were just temporarily valuable to him.

You joined him on his adventures after meeting him in the cantina on Sorgan, with the promise to present him with information on a bounty if he provided you shelter from people who wanted to harm you. You told him it was complicated, and you couldn’t go into detail about the situation. He was reluctant, and even told you no initially. You weren’t sure if it was the motive to collect the bounty money or his secretly warm heart that changed his mind, but you were thankful nonetheless.

After your rescue, you gave him the information he sought, he captured his target and gathered his reward, but still, three weeks later, you remain a passenger of the Razor Crest, and he hasn’t insisted that you leave him. 

After it happened, there was a lot of silence between you two. Gradually, though, he spoke to you more. To your surprise, he initiated most of the conversations. He wanted to know about you. Unfortunately, your past created a wall, a barrier, between you and anyone who tried to get too close. You bonded with him slowly, and you were appreciative of his company. Against your strong intentions, you were starting to have romantic feelings for him. Feelings you had tried to ignore for the sake of having your heart inevitably broken in time. Feelings for a man you’d never even truly seen with your own eyes. Somehow, though, the mysterious nature of the Mandalorian was all the more interesting to you.

He was lonely, living in the vast galaxy all alone. No matter someone’s lifestyle, surely that becomes hard after some time. You wonder if his loneliness drove him toward you. He was kind, that much was obvious, but even with his warmth, he seemed to block himself off from you as well. You’d call him a friend, or an acquaintance at the very least. The new feeling of being able to trust him with your life added a thick layer of depth to your friendship.

Tonight, both of you were rested opposite to each other around a crackling fire located in the distant forests of the lusciously green moon of Endor. The air was thin, and a slight breeze sent chills down your exposed arms every now and then. Mando wanted to stop here as peaceful place to rest for the night rather than sleeping on the Crest again. A change of scenery is certainly nice, you thought.

“Its quieter here than I imagined” you break the silence. 

“Wasn’t always quiet here” he mumbles, looking up at the stars beginning to peak into the evening sky.

“That is true...” you agree, remembering the events that took place here only a few short years ago in the days of the Empire.

Mando brewed some tea on the fire. You’d both grown to enjoy the soothing heat of the tea before you went to sleep.

“Do you want some?” he called out to you, pouring a cup for himself in the process.

“Yes, please”

You walked over to him, the fire warming the skin on your arms as you passed it. You attempt to look him in the eyes, only to be met with the reflection of the small flames staring back in the shine of his helmet. You smile softly, still aware that he could see into your eyes.

“Thank you” you nodded to him, accepting the mug from his gloved hands. As you move to return to your seat across the fire, a leather encased hand wrapped around the small of your wrist and pulled lightly toward him.

“Stay, please” he gently pleads. You were surprised, he’d never been so forward before.

“Okay” you responded, turning back toward him.

“I need....someone” he released his hold, spilling his words out uncomfortably.

“I’ll stay here, I don’t mind” you comfort him, noticing in his tone and shifting body language how shy he was becoming. You sat next to him, your knee barely brushing against his.

“Thank you” he spoke quietly, dropping his head.

“Are you okay, Din?” You asked, uttering his name out loud to him for the first time since he’d told you his real name. He looked toward you again, likely warmed and charmed by hearing you address him correctly.

“Yes. I’m okay. I’m just..” he started. It was obvious he was struggling with his words.

“Lonely?” You filled in his sentence for him. He audibly exhaled, indicating that you hit the nail on the head with your assumption.

“I guess you could say that” he mumbled.

“Din, I’m always with you” you consoled him.

“I know. Sometimes I just need more than that” he said sadly. You knew he didn’t mean sexually. You knew he wasn’t implying that he wanted you to give him anything.

“I know what you mean” you admitted.

“You do?” his tone was hopeful.

“Yeah...sometimes you just need the touch of another human being” you said, moving your hips- toward him. You were as close to his body as you could be.

“Sure” he agreed immediately, thankful that you formed the words for him.

“Have you always been alone, Din?” 

“Not always, there were more of my kind that I was close to, years ago” 

You dared not question what happened to those people as you were certain it would upset him.

“I thought, after what I’ve been through, that maybe I wanted to be alone” You began. “But, its growing old and I’m growing lonelier”

“You’ve probably wondered why I’ve let you stay with me this long”

“Everyday, I wonder why...every single day”

“You’ve grown on me, y/n” He said after moments of silence. “I care too much about you now to leave you in danger. I realize that may be overstepping some boundaries” he was gentle in his words. A smile was plastered onto your face. Never had the Mandalorian dug so deep into his feelings for you.

“I care about you, too” you reciprocated the gesture. He snapped his attention to you, certainly not expecting this from you either.

“Its not something I’m used to. Being cared about” he said, looking down to the forest floor again.

Your heart was shattered at the sound of his confession. This gentle giant was deprived of affection and was turning to you for comfort.

“You are just as deserving of love as any other being in this galaxy” you blurted suddenly. You realized the weight of your words, and you worried none for how he’d respond.

He was without words and you expected no response.

“That’s...that’s kind of you, y/n” he says. You could hear the blushing smile he possessed.

You planted your palm on top of his hand that rested upon his knee. You slowly, and hesitantly, leaned your head onto his shoulder. The beskar shoulder plates made it uncomfortable against your skull, but it was the best effort you could make in the moment. His body shifted, noticeably unaware of how to react to you.

“I know we are still getting to know each other, but, I’m here for you” you said.

Din was silent. But after a deep breath, his hand pulled itself away. You were worried you’d made him uncomfortable, but it was quite the contrary. His other gloved hand gripped the tip of the middle finger and pulled the thick covering from his hand. For the first time since you’d met this man, you were seeing his bare skin. Internally, you gasped, but you were inaudible to him in response.

As your palm lay flat on his lower thigh, you watch him lower his newly exposed hand move to lay atop of yours. The warmth collected on the surface of his skin from being encased in the glove immediately transferred heat your frigidly chilled hand.

“You’re so cold” he sweetly states the obvious.

“I’m okay”

“You need to get warm” he says, wrapping his fingers around your hand and squeezing lightly. Your heart fluttered.

“I feel warmer sitting next to you” you reassured him. This was true, as the heat from the fire stored itself in his armor at a quicker rate than that of your skin.

“You can get closer, if you want”

You did just that, and removed what little space remained between you and him. You looked up at him, wishing so badly that you’d be able to kiss him. You knew the impossibility of doing so.

“Your cheeks are red” Din said with concern. He released your hand and slowly raised it to meet your cold cheek. There was not only another transfer of warmth from his skin to yours, there was a spark of electricity that felt so deeply intimate. You leaned your face into his hold, and closed your eyes with the feeling of affection he offered.

You opened your eyes again, to see him intently staring, or so it seemed. You wrapped your hand around his wrist, encouraging him to continue his touch against you.

“I wish I could be even closer to you” you muttered. Speaking partially against his palm. You respected his culture but wanted nothing more than to really feel him.

“Can I trust you?” He spoke at a whisper. Your mind wandered. What could he mean?

“Of course. You’ve saved my life. The least I could be is trustworthy to you”

“Can I kiss you?” He inquired. Your heart began to beat rapidly in eager anticipation.

“How would y-” you began, knowing it wasn’t allowed for you to see his face.. He already knew the end of your sentence.

“Close your eyes, cyar’ika” he said sweetly. You didn’t know what that word meant, but with his tone, you assumed it meant something kind. “As long as you don’t see me, it’s okay”

You did as he asked, nonverbally giving him permission to kiss you. You heard the beskar unlatch and be lifted from his head. You breathed in sharply and slowly released your lung’s capacity.

“Keep them closed” his voice, now not muffled by his helmet, was such a wonderful sound. It graced your ears so raw, and so close to you. You’d always imagined what he sounded like without the thickness of his helmet blocking his mouth, but actually hearing it was breathtaking to you.

His hand returned to your face to cup your cheek. You felt him move closer to you without saying a word.

Suddenly, his lips delicately crashed into yours, and you form your lips into him. Your mouths were fused and still for a few moments, just taking each other in. You were able to finally smell him. He gave off an aroma of cedar that mimicked the scents of the luscious forest trees mixed with a deep masculine scent. You absorbed the presence you could observe of him without the sense of sight.

His lips were surprisingly soft and supple as they pressed into yours. He was gentle, and by the sharp breath he took, it was obvious he had not kissed anyone in a long time. If ever. You were both enthralled in one another’s affection. Neither of you expected this contact when you first sat around the fire. Slowly, you both rotated your lips in sync together, as if you’d both rehearsed it.

After what felt like a lifetime of connection to Din, you both made the decision to pull away. He breathed out in a giggle. The type that you hear when someone is overwhelmed with passion. Your eyes remained closed until he couldn’t put his helmet back in.

As you hear it latch back, you still wait for his confirmation.

“You can open your eyes now”

And he looked the same as he did the last time your eyelids were open. You tried to wipe the uncontrollable smile off of your face, but that effort alone made it more noticeable.

“Thank you for trusting me” you broke the silence. He grabbed your hand again, and lightly squeezed as he did before.

“Y/n” he called to you.

You looked to him.

“I don’t want to be lonely anymore” he said plainly.

“You don’t have to be, Din” you promised him.

“That’s why I never asked you to leave” he started “You make me feel whole...I don’t know how else to say it” he spilled out. It was clear that he was hesitant to say these things and be so forward, but it also seemed to be a relief to him.

“I’d love to stay with you. Wherever you go, I’ll go. I’ll stay until you decide you don’t want me around anymore” you said. You were both speaking at a whisper, despite being alone in the forest.

“That won’t happen” he assured you. “I can’t let you go now”

You smiled ear to ear. Your heart was full in the intimacy of your conversation. You couldn’t wait for the endless travels and adventures that the two of you would have to come.

[hamliet]

I feel like people confuse heroes with what we know here in America as cops lol

What’s so wrong with Hawks killing Twice is that he’s claiming to be a hero. Heroes don’t kill. And people keep comparing them to real life cops who kill when they deem it’s necessary, or whatever.

Now don’t get me wrong I don’t think cops should kill either, but that’s a different discussion. But the bottom line is you can’t call yourself a hero if you can’t find a way to save people without killing someone else, and Hawks is doing just that, and the other “heroes” are allowing it, which in my opinion makes them not *true* heroes.

Why people insist on forcing cop values onto fictional heroes is beyoooond me.

So I got this ask like two months ago (at least; it might’ve been longer) and wrote out a response, but decided not to post it because it is a complex answer. With the diskhorse now revived and rearing its ugly head, I decided to refine a bit of this and post my thoughts. 

I don’t think a distinction between cops and heroes is really important, since as far as we have seen in BNHA... we aren’t really sure of the distinction, plus at least for me as an American, I can’t comment on Japan’s system (and there’s a major racism factor in the US).

We have seen heroes willing to kill in the manga (I mean, they were all trying to kill Tomura), though. This fits with this chapter’s (314) indication of a highly corrupt system. 

I also completely agree with you: in general (look extreme situations exist, but BNHA thus far isn’t in one; it will likely have one towards the end with AFO) if you can’t find a way to save a life without it coming at the cost of another, that isn’t something heroic to be celebrated, and that’s a cheap-ass view of justice (also as a personal value). It’s a tragedy, not something to be admired or inspired by or to aim for, all of which are generally responses to heroism as a concept (within our world and within BNHA). 

This idea--that killing is not heroic--is also reflected in the story for the most part: from chapter one, we are told a hero saves. We can thus conclude that someone who does not save is probably not intended to be seen as heroic in that moment (which is not the same as condemning them as a monster who cannot change). That is clearly a value of the story, so to uphold this, Twice’s death (since this is the scenario wherein this tends to be discussed) has to be wrong, thematically speaking. 

On the correlation of cops/heroes... it is complicated.

In general, I think it’s poor analysis to directly correlate fiction (especially when the work is from another culture than one’s own) to real current events, and particularly when they are so raw, real, and painful. At the same time, I also get that it’s impossible for brains not to make connections and see familiar circumstances in them. However, this doesn’t mean that 1=1 but instead is a blurry reflection in a mirror: the arguments and logic are not entirely removed from the real world, even if not intended to be 1=1 equivalents (by equivalents I mean direct representations of a particular real life event/concept). Even if the author does not intend the reflection, it can still exist and be picked up on by readers, or by the fandom in their respective contexts/cultures. This is not “wrong” of fans; we.all do this.

So, to return to how Twice’s death is analyzed within the specific context of fandom, I’m reluctant to equate it to the real world, while at the same time indeed finding it almost impossible not to shiver at the way the arguments used by hero stans mimic rhetoric from the real world. Personally, I do find it disturbing how many people come to my inbox and make the same exact arguments as “blue lives matter” folks. Of course it is fictional and therefore different, but it can trigger things especially given the current events in the US, where I live. I’m unsettled by said argument even with contextual and cultural changes taken into account, because on a “personal value” level, the arguments are just flat invalid, rooted in a very shallow understanding of justice, and prone to the whims of injustice. Additionally, many of the asks I’ve gotten do indeed draw on the real world “well it’s okay for real world cops/soldiers/etc” directly, which is partially why I think I’ve responded heatedly before, and why I think other meta writers have done the same. 

That does not mean these fans inherently have a certain point of view (many don’t); I’m just saying that the similarities in arguments specifically around the morality of using lethal force against a potential criminal is hella yikes for me personally, and I know I’m not alone in this (and also know that people closer to these issues than myself might feel differently too; there are no monoliths). Anyways, I wish more hero fans would acknowledge this when justifying Twice’s death. It’s fair to discuss it within the realm of the series’ portrayal of morality, and the story has been odd with the framing around Twice’s death: the narrative hasn’t called Hawks out (yet), while also portraying Hawks unequivocally as in the wrong during the actual murder (look at the panels again. Horikoshi drew them that way for a reason). 

But people often revert to real world justice arguments to vindicate Hawks, and... maybe don’t? 

Is Hawks brainwashed? To an extent, yes. He’s not more or less culpable than Dabi or Shigaraki just because the law gives him a license to kill. We can discuss ideological motives and how they impact the degree to which a character will be held responsible in a story because, of course, it is not the real world and is for a message, but that’s for another day. He needs a chance to free himself, but you can’t say that he did not do something wrong by killing Twice. That doesn’t make him a monster.

Anyways I think the fandom ought to be more sensitive and self-aware of the arguments we are making, and where they come from.