#and bc i’m stressed i’m smoking loads

[the-casbah-way]

why is my brain deciding to have a panic attack at 3am when i have important shit to do in the morning i am going to kms

[skoulsons]

i cant emphasize how much i love baseball

[melancholy-of-nadia]

love u lately (m) #7 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately​ chapter title: #7 - People (Pt. 2)​ pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; summary: a camping trip in the middle of January does not prove to be ideal at all. for many reasons. and you'll blame taehyung for suggesting this! with high tensions and emotions simmering beneath the surface as you, the beta tau sigma boys, and your girly besties go on a weekend getaway, someone unexpected decides to confess to you, leaving you to wonder what your heart even wants? warnings:  camping, reader being obviously jealous, AND STRESSED, smut, deep talks, shower sex, consensual groping, v in p penetration, unprotected sex (well she's on BC), swearing, kissing...A LOT, fingering, yoongi smoking cigarettes, hwasa the drama pot stirrer, ANGST, INJURY, eventual CONFESSION, yoonminjoon on high tension, jungkook carrying reader = jealousy, ft. Hwasa, IU, Adora, and Soyoon note: as always thank you to @daegudrama for editing this chapter and giving me smut ideas!!! total word count: 12.6k drop date: February 9th, 2024 3:00PM PST cross posted on AO3 here ← #6 | Series Masterlist | #8 →

January 19 [Saturday]

The rhythmic hum of the engine and the soft purr of the tires on the pavement accompany your focus as you sit shotgun in Yoongi's car, en route to the campgrounds. Winter break ended earlier that month, and reality is setting in as you find yourself juggling the remnants of relaxation with the impending demands of university life.

Yoongi decided to bring his car to campus this semester, knowing that he would need it for the camping trip to be able to fit everyone. Each car housed a portion of your close-knit group:

Jin's car: Hoseok, Hwasa, Soohyun Jimin's car: Namjoon, Soyoon, Jungkook Yoongi's car: You, Taehyung, Jieun

Seated beside Yoongi, you diligently work on a writing assignment, your laptop open on your lap. Yoongi cast a sidelong glance, noting your dedication despite his concern for your motion sickness.

"Are you seriously working on your homework in the car? You get bad motion sickness, Honey." He sighs, worry lacing his words as he continues looking at the road.

You finally lift your gaze, meeting his eyes after a focused 25 minutes. "I took a dramamine before this, so it’s not too bad. I just need to get this assignment done before Tuesday. I know I’m going to fuck around and not work on it much this whole trip, so I’m doing all I can to get it done within the next 3 hours."

Yoongi hums, understanding the struggle. "Damn, that business comm class has you hustling hard this semester, huh?"

You groan in agreement, "Yes! I was so close to dropping it because the professor is so stingy, but I need to take it now so I can graduate on time." This spring semester is going to be a lot harder so you have to stay focused. Though, this camping trip offers a temporary escape with your friends before you start calling the library your new home for the rest of the school year.

As the car rolls along the highway, your mind wanders back to a few weeks before the semester started. The course load is much more formidable than Fall, now taking some upper division courses like psychology, business communication, international economics, and market analysis. That business comm class is going to kill you though. You sigh at yet another twist of fate of Jaebeom's presence in a class, which somehow leaves you feeling uneasy.

He struck up a conversation after the first class, asking for your phone number to discuss homework and projects. While you agreed, sensing something off, Yoongi appeared behind you as if summoned from thin air. His dark expression and the firm grip on your wrist conveyed a silent warning to Jaebeom.

Before leaving, Jaebeom couldn't resist a sudden sarcastic remark, "Wasting time? You better finish that mixtape if you want to get signed before me, Agust."

At the time, you didn't fully grasp the implications. However, his words linger, and you wonder if Yoongi has recently been struggling with his music and if that somehow was connected to you. The mixtape project, once a seamless process for him, now seemed to be hitting roadblocks.

You decide to try to pry into Yoongi’s mind and see if your suspicions are correct by continuing the conversation. "What about you, Yoongi? I know you’re taking that Recording Production Process class this semester to release a mixtape by the end of it."

"Yeah, yeah, it's going well,” Yoongi nods shyly, offering a few affirmations.

"Right, hyung is working on an album!" Taehyung chimes in from the back seat where he sits with Jieun, your upperclassman friend you'd invited on the trip.

"Oh really? That’s really cool, Yoongi!" Jieun compliments, her eyes sparkling at the mention of Yoongi producing music.

"And if you need a vocalist feature, you should ask Jieun. She’s in the university’s acapella group." you suggest, thinking it could add a unique dynamic to Yoongi's music. Yoongi has asked you to sing a couple parts in the past for his songs, though you always try to gently refuse. You don’t think you’re much of a singer and don’t want to ruin his works. However, Yoongi always thinks differently.

"Really? Jieun, if you don’t mind helping me out with some of my projects, I would greatly appreciate it." Yoongi proposed.

"Sure! I sing as a hobby, so I don’t know how great I would be, but I’ll do my best." Jieun responds, her willingness evident in her tone.

You met Jieun last year when she was a 2nd year TA in your Psych Statistics Analysis class. After several office hour sessions of trying to understand how Tukey’s Honestly Significant Difference worked (which you don’t want to explain how it works), you ended up befriending her and becoming good friends. You found out she’s an amazing singer outside of her pursuing a psychology degree and even a theater major. You think Yoongi would get along really well with her (cue Yoongi’s obscure interest in broadway musicals).

The car continues its journey through picturesque landscapes, and after two hours, you finally arrive at the campsite. Nestled in the embrace of nature, the site sprawls out with a serene lake nearby, and scattered cabin lodgings surround the area. You note the promise of a hot spring spa somewhere around here, creating a mental checklist for exploration later on.

As you step out of the car, the crisp January air hit you, carrying remnants of moisture from the previous days' rain. It is undeniably cold, and you question the wisdom of camping in the middle of winter. Everyone starts unloading the supplies from the cars for the next 2-3 days. Jin, Yoongi, Soyoon, and Jungkook take charge of building the tents, their collective efforts combating the chilly breeze.

After everyone settles down, you all decide to have a group meeting to discuss what you guys are going to eat for lunch.

Taehyung, who is always down for something random, proposes a cooking challenge that divides everyone into two teams: Team Red and Team Blue. The plan involves creatively preparing lunch and dinner using the BBQ grills and sinks at the picnic area, as well as utilizing the supplies Jin and Namjoon bought the night before. Everyone will decide on the best meal after dinner.

Team Red, consisting of Jin, Hoseok, Namjoon, Soyoon, Soohyun, and Jimin, strategize their approach.

Jin, surveying the available ingredients, rubs his hands together, ready for the challenge. "Alright, team! We have premade dough, broth, veggies, meat, fruit, side dishes, bread…ideas, anyone?"

Hoseok, ever the enthusiast, suggests, "I’m tempted to say we should make the barbecue feast for lunch. I’m craving BBQ so bad. Please, Jin."

“No! We’re doing that tomorrow night!” Jin lightly argues, earning a groan from Hoseok which makes everyone else laugh.

Namjoon, exchanging glances with Soyoon, feels a spark of inspiration. "What if we do something a bit different? Pizza. We can make pizza outdoors. It's a bit unconventional, but we do have the premade dough. I think the result will be worth it."

Soyoon giggles and nods in agreement, adding, "Yeah, I actually brought the dough because I thought we could use it to make something cool out here. Pizza would actually be fucking cool." Namjoon smile widdens knowing she understands him so well.

"I'm down for pizza!" Jimin, excited by the idea, chimes in.

"Let's make a giant combo pizza. That way, we can feed everyone." Soohyun, examining the ingredients, suggests.

Jin, impressed with his team brainstorming thoughts, declares, "Fantastic! Let's get to work. Hoseok, start the fire. Namjoon, you and Soyoon work on rolling the dough. Soohyun, you and Jimin can handle cutting the ingredients for the toppings. We've got this!"

The team disperses to their designated tasks, banter and laughter fills the air as they toss around more ideas. Amidst the cheerful chaos, your attention involuntarily drifts to Soyoon and Namjoon.

You steal glances at them, observing how they playfully engage with each other while improvising rolling pins from random cylindrical objects. The rhythmic motion of rolling dough becomes a backdrop to their shared laughter, and you can't help but feel somewhat uncomfortable.

It's different. In the past, Namjoon would get close with girls you didn’t even know, like Jihyo. This time, it hits a bit closer to home—Soyoon is your friend, and Namjoon is your childhood best friend. You remember the first time they met is when Namjoon came by to pick you up after a late night library shift during finals season last year. But you’re not even sure when they started talking to each other more without you knowing. Could it have been through one of their art history classes?

Lost in your thoughts, you're snapped back to reality when Yoongi playfully flicks your forehead, jolting you back to reality.

“Get your head in the game, Y/N.” He grumbles and you wince slightly in pain. Jerk.

“I am!” You retort as you go back to facing him and looking at the ingredients in front of you. “I was just trying to see what they were plotting for lunch.”

Yoongi can’t help but shoot you a questioning expression. You wonder if he knows that you were looking at them. It wouldn’t be the first time he catches you staring at Namjoon being with another girl. Whether he knows or not, he doesn’t decide to pry and instead looks back at the ingredients on your table.

“You can do that later, we need to start making something so we can have more time to not do shit later.”

“Just make some of your good old kimchi jjigae and have some rice on the side. It’ll keep us feeling warmed up for the night.” You see some packaged pork belly and hand it to Yoongi, “Add a little protein too.”

You’ve helped Yoongi cook in the past, so you have a sense of his cooking process when he decides to make stuff, specifically stew. This won’t take too long to prepare.

“I hate that this is such a good idea.” He groans, grabbing the meat as you smirk right back at him cheekily. “Everyone else on board? I just need the onion and green onions cut, then the pork belly stir fried before I put it all in the big pot for the stew.”

Everyone nods, followed by a “Yes Chef!” from Taehyung. As you get straight to chopping onions, you notice Yoongi looking at you with admiration. You want to know the thoughts that blossom behind his cat-like eyes, but you decide not to ponder it right now.

Taehyung takes a suspicious glance at you two, seemingly wondering about something. Though he remains silent, and instead goes to assist Jungkook and Jieun in preparing ingredients.

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The sky paints hues of orange and pink as the sun begins its descent, casting a warm glow over the campsite. You, Jimin, and Hoseok venture towards a pile of firewood behind the shower houses to build a cozy campfire for the night.

Jimin, ever perceptive, notices the contemplative look on your face. "Hey, Y/N, everything okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

You hesitate for a moment before replying. Did he notice you looking at Namjoon and Soyoon earlier? Shit, this is embarrassing. He must be thinking about how ridiculous I’m being.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just stuff on my mind, you know?"

Jimin shoots you a curious glance, silently questioning if you were ready to share what was bothering you.

Before he could delve deeper into your thoughts, Hoseok, his eyes darting around nervously, chimes in, "Guys, let's pick up the pace. It's getting dark, and I'm not really a fan of the dark in the woods. Gives me the creeps!"

You take this interruption as a chance to avoid answering him and focus on the task on hand. Jimin doesn’t push you to continue and you all walk back to the campsite.

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The campfire casts dancing shadows on the faces of your friends as laughter and chatter fills the night. The aroma of the delicious kimchi jjigae lingers in the air. Yoongi and Jungkook busied themselves with slicing fruits and getting out the ingredients to make some s'mores.

Jimin goes to his trunk to take out several boxes of soju bottles, sparking a cheer among the group. The soft strains of music emanate from Hoseok's compact speaker, adding a melodic backdrop to the festivities. Crackling fire, music and the clinking of soju bottles set the perfect ambiance for the end of the B.T.S. member trip day one.

"Alright, why don’t we share some confessions around the campfire to bond with one another. Jin, you wanna kick it off?" Hwasa settles down on the picnic blanket around the fire and grins.

Jin nods, a mischievous glint in his eye, "Huh?! Me? Why don’t you start it off since you want to do this.”

“Give me like three minutes to think of something. So please go for it, Seokjin?”

“Agh, fine. Just don't judge me too hard,” Jin looks around and clears his throat before he continues. “Back in middle school, I tried to impress my crush with a card trick. It didn't go as planned, and I ended up looking like a dumbass magician. Needless to say, she wasn't impressed."

“That was kinda a lame confession.” Hwasa tells him and you try to stifle your laughter next to her.

“I said don’t judge me!” A bit of laughter ripples through the group. “You also didn’t add any rules!”

"If Hwasa wants to hear about embarrassing shit, let me share.” Hoseok eagerly volunteers, “I accidentally liked my crush's old Instagram photo while stalking their profile. It was from two years ago, and there was no way to undo it. I hoped they wouldn't notice, but they did."

“Oh see! That’s what I want to hear!” Your girl bestie yells in excitement.

Soyoon follows after, "Something to confess…I have this quirky habit of talking in my sleep. One time, my roommate caught me in the act and recorded. I talked about kissing girls for a good five minutes."

Namjoon chuckles a little too hard at that. "Funny you mention sleep-talking. I've been told I do the same thing. Apparently, I give motivational speeches about pursuing dreams in my sleep."

“No, you just ramble about shit that sounds like it makes sense when it doesn’t!” Jimin opposes. Namjoon tsks, narrowing his eyes at the younger man.

The round table of confessions continues with Jieun, "Alright, brace yourselves. I had a massive crush on my neighbor when I was in high school. Turns out, he's now a famous actor in every Netflix show imaginable. I had no idea back then."

“Wait who?!” Everyone exclaims.

“I can’t kiss and tell.” She pretends to seal her lips, leaving everyone sighing and groaning.

The stories lighten the mood, but as Hwasa shifts the rules to be only dating confessions, a tension hangs in the air. You decide to tread carefully as your turn, "Well, I had this experience just once… you know, with someone. It was interesting, but things didn't exactly pan out."

“Come on, give us more juicy details! I haven’t heard you talk about this much.” Hwasa presses.

The gazes of Yoongi, Jimin, and Namjoon linger a bit longer, as you navigate through your words, leaving certain details in the shadows.

“Me and that guy were basically academic rivals. Always trying to one-up each other. I beat him and got the Salutatorian honor when I graduated. Jimin was Valedictorian. We never thought we’d date until I asked him to be my fake date to a wedding–”

A collective gasp and “oohs” escapes the group, and Hwasa clasps her hands together, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“It was my brother’s wedding.” Jin adds matter of factly.

“Yes, your brother’s wedding. Then one thing led to another and we dated for about 3 months until we broke up right when I moved for college.”

And now there was suddenly a bit of silence. Did I make the mood awkward? Oh god, maybe I should’ve made something up. You look around and see a bit of disappointment after a short rom-com summary of your first dating experience.

“Why did you need a fake date?” Namjoon was the first of your three best friends to speak up and ask. This catches you off guard.

“I…Er…”

Your hesitant response left an air of curiosity hanging around them. Namjoon's question touches on a chapter of your life you haven’t shared with anyone at all, and now, with the flickering firelight revealing the subtle expressions on everyone's faces, you feel a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty.

Why were you insistent to get a fake date back then? Even thinking about it now, it seems so silly of an idea. What were you trying to prove by having arms linked with a man, who you didn’t originally like, in front of your male best friends?

"It was to spite us. She didn't want to show up alone and have us think she couldn't find a date." Jimin interjects. He must’ve sensed you struggling to answer.

"Spiting us at a wedding? We could’ve just all gone as friends like we did for prom." Namjoon teases, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Was it really spite? Aimed at Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi for taking other girls instead just going with you? What does that really say about you? Why do you feel unhappy when they don’t have you at the center of their attention? This isn’t a good time to spiral into this.

"Yeah, well, it wasn't the best idea." you chuckle nervously, glancing quickly at Yoongi and Jimin. Their expressions are unreadable, and the silence that follows your story lingers a bit too long.

Hwasa, not one to let awkward moments fester, leans in with a playful smile, "Okay, spill. Was he a good kisser?"

"I…uh, I think this is getting a bit too personal, isn't it?"

The group erupts into laughter, dispersing the tension that momentarily settled. As the night continues, the stories shift to lighter topics, the crackling fire providing a comforting backdrop.

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The campfire's warmth lingers on your skin as you gather your things from your shared tent, preparing to head to the shower building. The night is settling in, and the laughter of your friends still echoes in the cold air. As you pass by the dwindling group still gathered around the fire, you catch Jimin's eyes for what feels like a minute. There is a depth in his gaze that leaves you wondering if he, too, is navigating through a maze of emotions from earlier today.

It’s been two months, when will you finally make up your mind instead of leaving them hanging?

Your attention is momentarily diverted by a scene that tugs at your heart. Namjoon and Soyoon are sat close, giggling animatedly about an unknown topic in the glow of the firelight. The sight of Namjoon's deepened dimples and the warmth in his smile captivates you, the flames casting shadows on them.

And there it is again. A twinge of an unknown, yet familiar feeling sparks within you. It is a feeling you couldn't entirely shake off, even though you tried to bury it beneath layers of rationality. A mix of emotions swirls as you continue on your way to the shower building.

The path to the shower building is dimly lit along the way, and the sound of laughter at the campsite slowly fades behind you.

Upon reaching the shower building, you notice Yoongi sitting by a picnic table, a dim glow from his cigarette and phone lighting up the darkness around him. It is a sight you haven’t seen in a long time, and concern creeps into your mind. You thought he stopped smoking a while back. Without hesitation, you call out to him and take a seat.

"Hey Yoongs," you begin, studying his expression, "Are you good?"

Yoongi looks up at you, caught off guard by the sudden question. He hesitates to speak, opting instead to take a drag from his cigarette. The smoke curls into the night air, carrying with it a sweet yet bitter scent, reminiscent of cherries.

“Why do you say that?” He finally responds, with a question, however.

“I haven’t seen you smoke since that time.” You refer to the month right before college when Yoongi got word that his father had fallen ill and was admitted to the hospital. Yoongi doesn’t smoke unless he feels like he needs something to keep him afloat while his mind is conflicted in chaos.

“Just felt like I needed it right now.” He explains shortly.

You sense his reluctance to provide context. While you normally don’t like to pry too much when it comes to him, you feel like you should right now. Aside from whatever transparency or honesty rules you have as fuck buddies, you are his best friend at the end of the day.

You sigh softly, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Yoongi. But, you know, I'm here to listen to any of your worries. Anything. That's what best friends are for."

Yoongi's eyes widen a little from your reassuring words. It takes him a moment to collect his thoughts, the ember of his cigarette glowing in the darkness as he begins to speak. "You truly are an angel that comforts me when the world has gone to shit."

You feel your cheeks heating up a bit before following it up with another question, “What’s been troubling you this bad?”

Yoongi scratches his temple anxiously before putting his phone down. “It's just…the mixtape project is weighing on me more than I thought.”

"But you always come up with something amazing when it comes to music. We literally call you the hands of Midas."

He exhales a sigh, the smoke dispersing in the air. "Yeah, but this time it's different. Professor Kang is pushing us hard, and he's been emphasizing how crucial this project is if we want him to recommend us to work for Mr. Bang."

The gravity of his words sinks in. "The Mr. Bang from that one major record label in LA you told me about?"

Yoongi nods, and you can see the anxiety in his eyes. "Exactly. But he’s only recommending two mixtapes out of our 10-person class.” He takes a minute to assemble his next thoughts, finding it hard to speak out the potential outcomes. “This could be a game-changer for my career, but it feels like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff. One wrong move, and everything could just crumble."

You remain silent, absorbing the weight of his concerns. Yoongi told you awhile back that Professor Kang is actually another big producer named Pdogg. The man is incredibly close with Mr. Shihyuk Bang, who is a part of a major record label that Yoongi has been dreaming of joining since high school. You know Yoongi doesn’t want to disappoint anyone, and that carries even more magnitude and pressure to his creative process.

"I've been working day and night, trying to create something that stands out. But with every passing day, doubt creeps in. What if it's not good enough? What if I disappoint everyone who believes in me?" Yoongi admits, his vulnerability laid bare. “Jaebeom really hit a nerve when I saw him a few weeks ago. He’s been working on good stuff too, especially with the help of some upperclassmen. I have Yijeong and Sammy giving me some feedback from time to time, but this is all done by me.”

He extinguishes the cigarette with a firm stomp, the embers scattering in the night air. Discarding the remains into the trashcan next to the table, he releases a heavy sigh, the weight of his thoughts etched on his features.

You recognize the heavy burden he carries. The expectations, the fear of failure, and the desire to prove himself in an industry that can be unforgiving – it's a lot for anyone to handle.

"I get it, Yoongi," you begin, your voice adopting a soothing cadence that seems to meld with the ambient night sounds of the forest around you. "It's a big opportunity, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed. The music industry can be relentless, and there is a lot on the line for your future.”

Yoongi narrows his eyes at you, “Thanks for confirming my fears.” He chuckles.

“Wait! But here's the thing—you're not alone in this. We're all here for you, supporting you every step of the way."

You pause, letting the words linger in the crisp night air. Yoongi looks at you, his gaze a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

"You've got an incredible talent, Yoongi," you continue, your expression earnest. "I've seen you pour your heart and soul into your music since we were in high school. Your dedication is inspiring, and it's about time the world recognizes it. The journey you’ll take will be tough, but remember, you're not just carrying your dreams. You're carrying the dreams of everyone who believes in you, and that's a powerful force."

Yoongi takes in your words, a subtle nod acknowledging the truth in them. The flickering light from the light post dances in his eyes, reflecting a renewed sense of determination.

"And, hey," you add with a soft smile, "even in the face of challenges, don't forget to savor the process. This journey is as much about the growth and experiences along the way as it is about the destination. Embrace it, and you'll find strength even in the toughest moments." You hold Yoongi’s large hand against your face, comforting him. He always likes his hands being held.

He exhales slowly, as if releasing a burden he didn't realize he was carrying. "Thanks, Y/N," he says, his voice genuine. "I needed to hear that."

Yoongi looks at you, gratitude and a touch of relief in his eyes.

As the heaviness of Yoongi's concerns lifts with your words of support, a more casual conversation takes its place. Yoongi turns to you, his gaze softening, and asks, "What have you been dreaming of lately, Y/N?

You ponder the question. As a second year in college, you haven’t spent much time thinking about it. "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure yet. Maybe a corporate job somewhere nice, stable. I don’t really have much of a dream.” Yoongi looks at you, wanting to dive deeper on that, but you chose to divert the question. “But, no matter what, I hope to be close to you and everyone else until the end of time!"

His eyes widen, filled with admiration and awe at your sincerity. It's a sentiment that seems to touch him, and you feel a sense of warmth between you two. Emotions linger in the air, as if inching closer to understanding something profound.

Suddenly, as if propelled by an internal decision, Yoongi gets up. He extends his hand towards you, his touch gentle as he grabs your wrist. He looks at you with a hint of anticipation and eagerness in his eyes.

You don’t know what he has in mind, but if you’re with Yoongi, you have nothing to fear.

Intrigued, you follow him to the shower building which was empty at this hour in the night. Without a word, he pulls you into one of the shower stalls, closing the curtain behind you both. He starts kissing you, making you gasp into his mouth. As you close your eyes, you feel yourself slipping away, and in the process, accidentally turning on the shower. The water begins to flow, causing your clothes to get wet. In response, Yoongi starts undressing you, peeling off your clothes and tossing them to the side to keep them from getting too soaked. You didn’t mind though. You were going to shower anyway.

The soft sound of running water creates a soothing ambiance. The air fills with a mix of steam and electricity as your lips keep meeting each other again and again, while the world outside the shower stall fades away.

The sounds of water droplets hitting the tiled floor mixes with the soft hum of your shared breaths. There's a delicate dance between you and Yoongi, a silent exchange of emotions that words can never capture.

As the kiss deepens, you find a certain comfort in the connection, a reassurance that goes beyond the worries and pressures of daily life. Yoongi's hands, tender and deliberate, trace a soothing path across the expanse of your back.

He pulls back slightly, his dark eyes fixed on yours. "Y/N," he breathes, his voice a soft murmur that's almost lost in the sound of running water. "Do you want me to keep going?"

All thoughts in your brain are clouded by the horny brain rot brought about by Min Yoongi. This man is probably the most dangerous out of your three best friends.

“Please.”

This is the cue Yoongi needs to suddenly unchain his desires. His hands continue to explore, tracing patterns on your skin, and the heightened awareness of where you are adds a layer of excitement. The sound of the shower and the muffled noises from outside create a cloak of privacy, but at any moment, an impending intrusion could get you both caught. You don’t want to know what consequences await that.

The pure thrill of the situation and the delicate touch of Yoongi’s hands gets you wet with little effort. He breaks away from the kiss, leaning down to swirl his tongue around one of your nipples before turning you around. He kneads your ass in his hands then slips one hand between your thighs. Without warning he pushes one finger inside you with ease.

“So wet for me already?” He whispers into your ear sending a shiver down your spine. He uses his other hand to cup your soft breast.

The sound you choke out is not intelligible which brings a low chuckle to Yoongi’s throat. He slides the finger in and out of you slowly like he’s trying to drive you insane.

When he adds another finger you can’t help the sound that espaces your lips. He moves more quickly building the pleasure inside of you. Yoongi rests his head against your shoulder putting his hands on your waist.

“I don’t have a condom with me.” He groans, mentally beating himself. You turn around to see a pout gracing his lips.

“It’s okay, I’m on birth control now.” You pause looking into his eyes.

“Really?” He says excitement lighting up his face before you can continue.

"Yup," you confirm with a playful wink. "I had been thinking about going on it when we made the deal to include Jimin, and I finally did it over winter break."

Yoongi chuckles, reaching to hold your chin gently with his fingertips, ensuring your eyes stay locked on his. "Such a little minx. You planning to do something scandalous with that?"

You eye him mischievously. "Maybe… but no risks tonight. Let's take it steady for now."

He turns you back around and gently guides your shoulder until you are bent over. He unzips his pants, revealing his hardened cock and holds it in his hand. With no resistance, he glides inside you and groans at the feeling.

You’ve never done this before. Not with Wonwoo. Not with Yeonjun. Yoongi is the first to go raw in you, and it feels so damn good. Every vein and curve of his dick is felt in your pussy, molding itself as the perfect fit. You don’t know if you could ever go back to the feeling of a condom-covered dick, but you’d have to. Though you’d hope that you’d get to be safely creampied at least once before going back to double coverage of condom and BC protection. That’s one of your ultimate goals, though you won’t let them know.

Yoongi traces his fingers up your side as he thrusts into you with long slow strokes. He is enjoying the thrill of being this close to you in such a risky environment and savoring every moment.

You find yourself lost in the intense pleasure he brings, each thrust a wave of delicious sensation that floods your entire body. You arch your back, allowing him deeper access. The slight pain from his movements intertwines with the pleasure, making this experience all the more unforgettable.

Yoongi's gaze never leaves your face, his eyes locked on you as he pushes deeper into your warmth. Your own eyes are wide with passion, the fear of getting caught replaced by the thrill of the moment. His fingers dig into your hip, his expression a mix of raw lust and pure adoration.

"Look at you," he growls, "You're so wet, and so tight just milking me.” He whispers against your ear, driving you slow to become viscerally animalistic. You’re so close.

Suddenly, as if the world wanted to manifest your worst fears, the door swings open. The voices of Hwasa and Soohyun echo through the shower building. Panic sets in, and you tense, trying to stifle any telltale sounds of your current sexcapade. Yoongi, ever the master of composure, holds back a laugh at your panic without halting his movements. How is he not worried?!

"Steam? Oh, someone’s already in here? Is it you, Honey?" Hwasa's voice calls out.

You struggle to respond, caught between pleasure and the risk of exposure. Yoongi's movements pause briefly, awaiting your cue. "Y-Yes," you manage to stutter out despite feeling how good his dick feels stuck inside of you.

Hwasa, seemingly oblivious, starts a conversation with you about the night as the two girls do their nightly skincare at the sinks behind your showers. She begins touching on the earlier confessions and how it was a fun activity. You struggle to act like you're paying attention, but all you can muster in response are muffled "Mhms." Each of them start to sound like moans, which scares you even more. Yoongi looks like he wants to laugh so bad. This won’t end well. Can the girls tell something is off?

The proximity to getting caught adds a thrilling layer to the encounter. Yoongi decides to continue several strokes mid conversation, “A-Ah..”

Hwasa's concern grows. "Are you okay, Honey?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," you manage through gritted teeth, looking back at Yoongi looking smug. You desperately hope they won't linger. Another noise escapes, and you quickly try to cover it up, pretending it was you dropping your shampoo bottle on your toe.

The girls, unsuspecting, leave not too long after, and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding. The tension lifts, and a soft, shared laugh between you and Yoongi echoes in the confined space.

Without warning, this is Yoongi’s cue to go faster. He grips your hips tightly holding you into place as he thrusts into you harder and faster leaving you.

"Y-Yoongi!" He grips your hips tightly holding you into place as he thrusts into you harder and faster leaving you.

Your eyes flutter, a lustful grin pulling at your lips lost in ecstasy. Gripping the shower wall for support, you meet Yoongi's thrusts with equal intensity, your hips bucking back against him in perfect rhythm. The pleasure is overwhelming, the tension and fear of being caught only adding fuel to the fire.

His name from your lips was music to his ears, and that was all he needed. He moves deeper, relishing the tightness of your body around his member. You feel the pleasure coursing through your own body, your orgasm nearing.

Yoongi's eyes never leave your face, his expression showing that he's drinking in each detail of this moment.

"Come for me, baby," he growls, his tone changing from a mix of lust and adoration to something more possessive. "Let me feel you come around my dick."

His words are the spark that lights the fire, and you feel your body reacting to his touch. The waves of pleasure crash over you, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your nails hold onto dear life, and you cry out his name, your voice echoing in the shower stall.

“F-Fuck.” Yoongi soon falls to his own pleasure, pulling out quickling and cumming on your ass. Drops of his cream drip down your thighs and soon washed away by the shower downpouring on you two.

You both try to control your breathing as Yoongi holds you close in an embrace.

“T-That was…oh my God.” You can’t find the words to explain the whole experience, added with the adrenaline rush of getting caught.

“Good to know my cock feels better without the condom.” He smiles in a goofy way, still high on the orgasm. You smack him in the hip with your hand.

When your orgasms subsides, you send Yoongi to go retrieve your toiletries, towel, and pajamas that you left outside by the picnic table you two sat. You two bid goodbye to each for the night, and he leaves. You don’t know how he’s going to explain why he’s soaked from head to toe, but you pray he’s slick enough to avoid any eyes.

+++++++++

As Yoongi walks back from the shower house, water droplets cling to his tousled hair and drip down onto his damp clothes. His steps are sluggish as he wearily tries to wring out the water. In this moment, Namjoon suddenly strides up, his curiosity piqued, eyes narrowing at the unusual sight.

"Yoongi, why the hell are you all wet?" Namjoon questions, checking out the shorter man up and down.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just checking out the shower building, man. One of them was broken and here I am." He cheekily points to his wet attire. He feels a euphoric confidence after his rendezvous with you. So much so that if anyone tries to challenge him right now, he will not back down.

Namjoon narrows his eyes, finding it a little hard to believe. "Really? I thought I saw you go smoke alone back at the picnic area."

Oddly, this observation pisses him off.

"Didn’t know you liked stalking my whereabouts too." Yoongi is quick to rebuttal, bitterness lacing in his voice. Namjoon is taken aback by his best friend’s response.

"What are you even talking about? Aren’t you the one hiding—" Just as Namjoon is about to press further, Jimin appears, interrupting the conversation.

“What are you guys up to?” Jimin puts his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, which makes him relax slightly. He knows Jimin can manage to get Namjoon off his ass. He might even say that Jimin is his second angel tonight.

Namjoon glances between both of them, the tension palpable in the air. Yoongi's demeanor seems a tad defensive, and Namjoon feels there might be more to the story than he thought before.

“Just trying to figure out why Yoongi here looks like he went for a swim."

Yoongi rolls his eyes, dismissing Namjoon's inquiry. "Shower issues, Jimin. Nothing to worry about."

"Come on Joon, let's not make a big deal out of this. It's cold, and we're out in the middle of nowhere. Let’s just get him a towel and help him get a change of clothes." Jimin says casually, diverting Namjoon's attention away from Yoongi.

As Yoongi gives Jimin a subtle nod of gratitude, Namjoon reluctantly lets the matter go, deciding to drop the interrogation for now to help. Jimin seems to have an idea about Yoongi's whereabouts in the last 30 minutes, and he's not spilling the beans to Namjoon.

“If you think I haven’t caught on to you guys getting closer to Y/N in the last few months, you’re wrong.” The taller man says, warning heeding his voice.

The shorter men glance at him, not saying anything and enter Yoongi’s tent. They do share one thought at that moment though. You have to give them an answer once they come back to campus.

+++++++++

January 20 [Sunday]

The second day of the camping trip unfolds, and the group embarks on a hike through the scenic surroundings early in the morning after breakfast. The weather, though chilly, is pleasant, and the crisp air invigorates everyone. Conversations ebb and flow as the trail winds its way through the tree-filled landscape.

Jieun, a few steps ahead, animatedly shares memories of visiting this place during her childhood. "I remember catching fireflies by the lake in the summer." she reminisces, her eyes reflecting the nostalgia. Seokjin, walking beside her, chimes in with a grin, "I used to come here a lot too when I was a boy scout.”

Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook snicker in response to this.

“You guys can laugh all you want, but these boy scout skills come in handy."

"I don't know about them, but for sure Jungkook can fight a bear barehanded." Yoongi playfully remarks, the group erupting into even more laughter. Jungkook, sporting a lighthearted grin, flexes his muscles jokingly.

As you walk, you notice Namjoon and Soyoon strolling together. Soyoon, despite the chilly weather, wears a form-fitting pine green turtleneck that lacks the expected thermal warmth. Namjoon, ever the gentleman, notices her discomfort from the cold and offers his jacket. She initially refuses, probably mindful of the potential interpretations of their exchange. But after Namjoon continues insisting, he finally accepts with a gracious smile.

Behind Namjoon, you see Hoseok also catches the scene and shoots him a disapproving look.

Further back, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin seize the opportunity to tease Namjoon about his chivalrous gesture. "Look at Mr. Romantic over there." Jimin smirks, nudging Taehyung and Jungkook.

"I bet he practices that move in front of a mirror." Taehyung chuckles with them.

Namjoon, momentarily caught off guard by their reactions, glances at them and then immediately at you. He seems to be searching for a reaction. You know you struggle at being fake. It’s not in your nature to hide your feelings. Though, you feel like he does sense a subtle frustration from you. He wonders if you have been feeling like this for some time. Why is he starting to see it only now?

Before he even has the chance to go over to you and question it, the sky suddenly transforms, heavy raindrops plummet from the clouds and onto the earth. Great. It's as if the weather gods have decided to test you and see what you would do. However, panic sets in when you realize you left your laptop in the tent, vulnerable to the impending downpour.

“Holy fuck! My laptop!”

“Wait, Y/N!”

Hastily, you dash back down the path toward the campgrounds, your footsteps echoing in the mud leaving behind a voice that calls out to you.

You worked on your assignment last night in the tent before going to sleep. Once you finished for the night, you left your laptop next to you and that was where you last saw it this morning before you left on the hike as well. There are no signs it was going to rain this weekend. Yeah, the soil seems moist from rainy days from the prior week, but everyone should’ve been safe now. How could the weather change so suddenly like this?

You recklessly sprint, fueled by worries of your irreplaceable laptop and paper, amongst other things. Like reality. And the irritation you feel seeing Namjoon keep giving his attention to— Your thought process cuts as you notice the uneven terrain beneath your feet become treacherous. The realization of the potential catastrophe awaiting you propels you forward, a surge of adrenaline pushing you beyond reason.

In your haste, disaster strikes. A misstep, a slippery surface, and you find yourself sprawled on the ground.

No sound from you, but pain radiating from your scraped knee and throbbing ankle. The once jubilant group following behind is now consumed by concern seeing you on the ground, injured and covered in mud.

Jungkook and Jieun are the first to reach you, genuine worry etched across their faces. "Are you okay?" Jungkook's voice carries a note of genuine concern. Wincing in pain, you shake your head, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "I left my laptop in the tent, and I can't let anything happen to it, so I rushed off." you explain, your words rushed and pained. You feel yourself about to sob as you try to get yourself to stand and your legs are not cooperating.

“Hey, hey, be careful.” The younger man advises. However, the pain makes walking nearly impossible. Before anyone can offer help, Jungkook immediately leans down and decides,“You know what, just get on. I’ll take you somewhere safe.” Jungkook offers, gesturing you to get on his back.

The unexpected gesture catches you off guard.

“O-Okay…thank you Jungkook.”

“I’ll help retrieve your laptop as well. You’ll be okay” Jieun says, and you thank her.

However, as Jungkook carries you through the rain-soaked trail, glances are exchanged among the group. Jimin and Yoongi share a look laden with unsaid sentiments, a subtle pang of jealousy lingering in the air. It should’ve been them to help you, they think to themselves. They are the ones that like you after all. Though for some reason, they froze in that moment.

Namjoon, still grappling with the aftermath of his earlier actions, feels a tinge of disappointment in his own inability to respond swiftly too.

You, Jungkook, and Jieun are the first to make it back to witness the mess. The campsite now lies in disarray. Flooded and muddy soil squelches beneath Jungkook’s feet, and the aftermath of strong winds has left tents in tatters. Items that were once neatly arranged outside the tents now scatter across the ground, casualties of nature's sudden fury.

Amidst the chaos, Jieun takes charge, her quick eyes scanning the wreckage. Miraculously, your laptop emerges unscathed, protected by the cocoon of your sleeping bag. With a relieved smile, she carefully places it in its bag next to it and hands it to Jungkook, who holds it securely.

"We can't stay out here like this," Jin remarks, his practicality cutting through the disappointment that hangs in the air. "It could rain again and we could also get sick."

A collective sigh ripples through the group. The abrupt turn of events forces them to confront the reality of their situation. Plans of an idyllic hike and spending a weekend outdoors have been derailed by the unpredictability of nature.

"I can go check the cabin lodging next to the campsite to see if they have any available," Soyoon suggests, her willingness to take charge evident. Namjoon quickly volunteers to accompany her, the two of them lightly jog toward the lodging office.

In the meantime, everyone takes shelter under the picnic area until the downpour turns into light showers. Once it does, everyone starts packing up and cleaning the campsite in the meantime.

++++++++++++++++++

Luckily, Soyoon and Namjoon manage to book a large cabin by the lakefront.

“It was the only largest one available that could fit all of us. It’s also a little expensive…” Namjoon stated earlier. Seokjin shrugs, saying he’ll cover majority of the cost as long as everyone is able to chip in a little. We all agree. You thank god that Seokjin is the rich friend in the friend group during times like this.

The cabin charms with its cozy allure. A fully stocked kitchen was just what everyone needed right now. The gas BBQ included will definitely be useful to the meats that survived the storm. The upstairs living room invites relaxation with comfy seating and a Smart TV. Everyone immediately takes advantage of this and sits around.

Outdoors, the upper deck beckons with stunning views. Downstairs, the master bedroom offers luxury, a California King bed, and a sliding door to the lower deck overlooking the lake.

Four rooms in total provide ample sleeping space, including a bunk room with two sets of twin bunk beds. Practicality meets convenience with a fully equipped laundry room and an upstairs half bath.

Jungkook carries you into the master bedroom and lays you down on the bed, elevating your head with the pillows. Seokjin grabs a first aid kit he found in the kitchen and takes out bandages, disinfectant and other supplies to tend to your scraped knee and sprained ankle.

“See, told you my boy scout skills will come in handy!” You giggle at Jin’s attempt to cheer you up. As he works, Namjoon hovers nearby, his concern evident.

"You should’ve been careful." Namjoon murmurs, a gentle scolding in his tone.

You manage a sheepish smile, acknowledging his warning. Seokjin finishes the impromptu first aid session, making sure you're comfortable before stepping back.

"Thank you, Jin," you express your gratitude, relieved that the injuries aren't as severe as they could have been.

Seokjin waves it off, "No problem. Just take it easy for a while."

Jin and Jungkook disperse to join the others upstairs. Jimin and Yoongi, lingering at the doorway, exchange a glance.

Jimin steps forward, concern etched on his face. "How are you feeling, Honey?” he asks, sincerity in his eyes.

You nod, offering a reassuring smile. "Alright now, thanks to Jinnie. Thanks for worrying, Jimin."

Yoongi, standing a bit more reserved, adds, "Do you need anything? I can whip up some food."

"That would sound really good right about now."

"Give me about 20 minutes, and I'll come back with some sweet rice porridge. Sounds good?"

"Yes!"

Namjoon remains standing there watching your interaction with them. He feels somehow intimidated by how they're so much closer to you despite you all having the same title of "best friends".

He glances at your laptop on the nearby table trying to find a reason to remain here. While part of him wants to join the others upstairs, he lingers. Maybe he needs to let you know about his feelings soon before his relationship with you strains any further.

He sighs loudly, making you all look at him, “I’ll come back to talk to you later.” He excuses himself and follows Yoongi upstairs, leaving Jimin alone with you.

Aside from the fact that he’s upset that you got hurt, you’re not sure what else could be fueling an unknown frustration behind his eyes. You guess you’ll find out later.

Jimin has some thoughts about Namjoon’s behavior, but decides not to voice them right now and gives his attention back to you.

“You need to get out of these clothes, love. They’re really muddy and gross.” He comments, looking at you with a disgusted expression, making you laugh.

“I would try, but I literally can’t move much.”

“I’ll help you.”

Huh? Did Jimin just say he’ll help you undress yourself? You find yourself feeling very flustered suddenly. What if someone walks in? Locking the door seems suspicious but what else can you do?

“I-It’s fine! I’ll just try removing my clothes slowly one piece at a time!” You wave your hands frantically, creating a makeshift barricade against Jimin's helpful hands.

“Why are you being so shy right now? I’ve seen you naked at least 15 times by now.” he remarks, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“H-Hey! Shut up! What if someone hears you?”

“Everyone’s upstairs, probably playing board games in the living room. Yoongi won’t be back for another 10 minutes or so. Plus he’s seen you naked too.” He checks his phone. “And he just texted the Sanctuary chat to say that he’ll come in whenever I’m done.” He flashes the text messages Yoongi sent.

You can’t continue arguing with a concerned Jimin, so you decide to surrender.

“Fine, just be quick.”

Jimin's eyes turn into crescents, satisfied he won this battle. He carefully removes your lilac puffer jacket, followed by your black converse sneakers and then your medium washed jeans covered in mostly dried mud and blood from your knee scrape. When he finishes gently unbuttoning your cropped long-sleeve polo shirt and removing it, he starts giggling. Perplexed, you shoot him a puzzled look, unsure what’s so funny to him. I mean, sitting here half naked is humiliating, so maybe you deserve it. You’ve been acting reckless.

“You’re just so pretty, Y/N. Never thought I’d be in a situation to even see you like this before the deal we made.”

Heat fills your face and you can’t even find words to rebuttal his claims. Why have those two men been saying things that make you feel like you’re going insane?

Jimin knows you feel embarrassment, but pays no mind as he unclasps your black bra, removing it and leaving your breasts bare. He decides to tease you a bit more and softly grasps your breasts, squishing them with his hands. Your eyes widen, suddenly feeling a surge of heat radiating elsewhere due to your chests’ sensitivity.

“I really never realized how beautiful you look naked before.” he admits with a playful tone. He continues with his massage until you finally fight back the horny demon that he awakens in you. Not today, Satan.

You playfully smack his arm, urging him to stop. “O-Okay, Jimin! I get it! Just give me that oversized t-shirt from my duffle and leave before I go crazy.”

He chuckles, relinquishing his playful antics and retrieving the desired t-shirt from your bag. “Glad I was able to cheer you up a bit, darling. We’ll have fun another time.”

Once he ensures you're comfortably tucked in, he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before exiting the room.

Oddly, that felt a lot more intimate than all the sex you two had before. It feels like you two are inching closer to a new territory beyond whatever fuck buddy and best friend relationship you have. You feel a little scared, but somewhat excited.

Before you can dwell on it further, you feel your body become heavier and you gradually drift into a peaceful slumber. You make just a small mental note to apologize to Yoongi for falling asleep before he can feed you some of his porridge.

+++++++++++

Several hours have passed and it is 2:30PM by the time you wake up from your nap. You were hoping to sleep for the rest of the day to avoid whatever confrontation Namjoon wants to have. You are still feeling tingles from the interaction you had with Jimin, but it proved too difficult with your sprained ankle getting in the way. There is also a group of your friends upstairs that will get suspicious at his sudden disappearance if that did happen.

Hwasa has sent you text updates regarding what everyone else is doing upstairs.

Hyejinnie [12:00PM]: I’m going to send you updates so you don’t feel FOMO Hyejinnie [12:01PM]: Wait you might.. I’m sorry bestie. ;( Welp, we are playing board games and eating snacks! Hyejinnie [1:22PM]: I’m helping ur boyfie make lunch with jieun eonnie. Oh and we’re all going to eat kbbq for dinner. Don’t miss out Hyejinnie [1:25PM]: wait not your boyfie i forget he’s just your fwb right now oops. pls ignore. Hyejinnie [2:07PM]: also you need to catch me up on whatever is going on with you and your.. friends. Don’t think i haven’t caught on ;p Hyejinnie [2:14PM]: I think we’re going to watch a movie now. Jieun said she’s going to show us a movie her old crush was in and we have to guess who it is lol Hyejinnie [2:25PM]: idk if you’re up from your nap, but let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the living room watching the movie with everyone else. Some of the guys are on their phones though haha

You appreciate her consistent updates while you remain MIA from the trip festivities. Maybe you should take this quiet time as a chance to get back to working on your paper. You just need a few more paragraphs and a final revision before submitting it on Canvas.

Just as you plop your laptop on your lap, a strong knock is heard at the door. You yell to whoever is on the other side of the door that it's okay to enter. It turns out to be Namjoon.

You don’t feel mentally ready to talk to him yet. You’re honestly not sure if you can come up with any cohesive thoughts as you remember that you haven’t eaten since this morning. You glance around and see the bowl of porridge Yoongi must’ve left on the bedside table while you slept.

“I wanted to come in sooner, but Yoongi told me you fell asleep.”

You nod. “I felt really exhausted after that hike, the run and injury, so I knocked out once I felt safe enough to do so.”

“So is now a good time to talk?”

You feel hesitant to say yes, knowing another lecture from your tall, beefy best friend awaits you. You’re so over this trip. Despite all these feelings, you decide just to do it and get it out the way so you can eat.

You nod. “Okay, what did you want to ask me?”

“Why have you been acting really weird lately?”

He doesn’t hesitate to get straight to the point, which doesn’t surprise you much. Okay, so you’ve been caught. But what about you has been weird to him though? Does that mean the others have caught on to your behavior too?

You feign ignorance. “Can you elaborate by what you mean, Namjoon?” Your voice sounds deadpan, with a hint of coldness.

“Can you stop acting like you don’t know what you’re doing when you’ve been staring at me and Soyoon throughout this whole trip?”

Oh.

You shrug. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He ignores your remark and continues, “I already told you before. There is nothing going on between me and her, so you can just stop feeling jealous or whatever.”

Jealous? What?! How dare he make that accusation. You’re not jealous. You’re just worried for the sake of your friendship. There’s no other feelings tied to that…is there? Memories from the party in October where you saw Namjoon and Jihyo flash in your mind.

“No the fuck I’m not!” you immediately deny, a little too quick at that.

“Yes, you fucking are.” he smiles, knowing how right he is based on your defensive response.

“You’re sorely mistaken, Joon.”

“No, I’m not, Y/N. I noticed this even when I was seeing Jihyo and the girl before that. For some reason, you’re always acting off when another girl is involved with me.” He explains further.

Fuck. He really caught on to that a little too well. You know what, maybe he is right. Maybe you’re not jealous out of concern that these girls that keep showing up in Namjoon’s life will take him away from you. It’s really because you wish you were in their place. Being so intimately closer to him than you have ever been. Another flying thought of Yoongi’s questions that caused you to spiral comes to mind.

“You literally do that to me! I couldn’t even go somewhere without you acting weird and accusing me of hanging out with other men who do not live in our house.”

“That’s different.” He rubs the crease between his brows, you press your lips even tighter in frustration. “Plus, I don’t even think I trust some of the ones that do live in our house.”

Namjoon’s comment has you puzzled. What is he trying to imply?

“Why do you think that?”

“I’ve just had a feeling that something weird is going on, and everyone seems to know except for me.”

Shit, everyone? You’ve been cautious this whole time except when you first slept with Yoongi, leading Jungkook to find out. But Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung? Have they somehow realized and have been quiet about it. There’s no way to address something you don’t even know. You have to redirect the conversation.

“You say that, but you’re the one being so vague about why you've been so buddy buddy with Soyoon lately.” You mutter with an attitude, crossing your arms. “You don’t have to hide it and lie to me if you’re interested in her. Just go date her already.”

Namjoon scoffs. He walks closer to you, outstretching his arms on both of your sides, caging you. He’s so close, smelling like the fresh wood sage cologne he sprays on after a shower. For some reason, this smell is more intoxicating right now than ever before. Your heartbeat feels like it’s increasing from the close proximity. This isn’t even the first time you’ve been this close to him, but there’s some kind of energy making you feel anxious than before.

“Because I don’t fucking want to.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“You.” Namjoon mouths out, words so quiet feeling like only you two are meant to hear.

“Huh? Me?” You scrunch your eyebrows while whispering at him. “Is my jealousy really getting in the way of you being happy?”

“You’re one of the smartest people I know and you still want me to spell it out for you?” He chuckles bitterly, seemingly feeling like he’s going to regret the next sentence that’s going to come out of his mouth.

You nod, “Yes, because I’m still confused about your actions and I’m tired of the constant misunderstandings and fights— ”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

The world suddenly goes silent for what feels like a thousand minutes.

Your mouth is left agape, unable to find any reason to continue speaking. Whatever thought bubbles filled your head with anger and anxiety are now gone. You find it hard to gather the next words you say from looking right into Namjoon’s dragon eyes, mesmerizing you.

“Y-You’re in l-love with me.” The realization escapes your lips, rather shaky, The words hanging in the air, charged with an unexpected gravity.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, his eyes holding a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Yes, I've been in love with you for a long time. Soyoon was in the process of helping me confess to you on Valentine's Day, but with you acting jealous and making up scenarios in your head, I couldn't keep it a secret any longer."

Your mind races, processing his confession. Namjoon, your best friend, has just declared his love for you. The first one out of your friends… but is he? You vaguely remember Yoongi saying something similar during that one party, but you brushed it off. There’s also Hwasa’s observations… Jimin’s kiss on his birthday…

Oh no.

The gravity of the situation sinks in, and your internal conflict intensifies. You're entangled in a complicated fuck buddies deal with Yoongi and Jimin, who potentially may be in love with you too. And now a lot of these things are starting to make sense,

Then there’s Namjoon's words adding a new layer of concern. How will this confession affect your shit with Yoongi and Jimin? You like all of them but do you love them? You also do not live in a perfect universe to be dating all of them. Would they even want that?

Namjoon must sense your anxiety skyrocketing, because he leans in and kisses your forehead. And for just a bit, you go back to feeling floaty. You want to feel like this all the time, but it’s not going to happen anytime soon. You have things to resolve.

“You probably have a lot on your mind. I do too.” He cups your cheeks, sincerely staring into your eyes. “You don’t have to answer me right now. I just wanted to ease your mind before anything else happens.”

You nod back slowly, waiting for him to continue.

“I might be gone for the fall semester.” He starts, moving over to sit on your bed.

Oh.

“I applied for a study abroad law program in New Zealand and Korea. I’ll be in my last year and my parents told me over winter break that they want me to go abroad and gain some new experience. I see Yoongi working so hard and I feel like I haven’t been doing much at all.”

This new information comes as a shock to you, and you feel excited for him, yet sad for several reasons

Namjoon had fought with his parents last summer about wanting to pursue a career as an archivist or art conservator. They said it wasn’t ideal and that he should focus on being a civil servant and then become a politician. He came over to your house once and stayed the night in your room, shedding tears about how his parents didn’t understand him.

The second reason is more selfish: You’ve never been apart from Namjoon for a long time since you first met him. Sure, since you guys have a one year age difference, there were times that you weren’t at the same school together. Though, it’s not like you never saw each other at least some point in the week. You’re neighbors after all. This would be different. Maybe there will be an occasional facetime call or texts sent during different time zones from him retelling his adventures. Though it won’t be the same as having him with you. You’re not going to admit that right now though.

“So you’re not going to pursue art and become an archivist or art conservator anymore?”

“I…I am. I’ll find a way to prove to my parents that I can do this and be successful. I’ll network, find a way to get into that space more. Studying abroad would be a great way to do that.” He explains softly.

You remember the question Yoongi had asked yesterday about your dreams. You still feel like you don’t have a concrete answer, but seeing the way your older best friends try so hard makes you think you should start focusing on that as well. You wonder if Jimin has any thoughts of his own regarding the future too.

Namjoon continues to converse with you about his future plans and why he had to confess to you now, as he didn’t want it to be “too late” and regret it later on. While you don’t ask him what he meant by that, you kind of had an idea.

++++++++

Once Namjoon leaves your room to rejoin everyone upstairs, the floaty and relaxed feeling inside you fades away and you immediately start to feel like shit.

The truth begins to bear down on you: Yoongi and Jimin's friends-with-benefits arrangement might not be just a casual fling. They probably like you too — well, more than a best friend. The deal was probably to act as a trial period, a way for them to express their feelings without the complexity of a formal confession and for you to realize some repressed feelings. Although now, with Namjoon's direct and sincere confession, you just simply don’t know what to do anymore.

Things were easier when you didn’t have to think about this much originally with Yoongi. Just have sex from time to time and still remain best friends. When Jimin managed to seduce you, awakening something within you, and get added as fuck buddy #2, you had stepped into a dangerous zone. Now the thought of Namjoon getting added to that…

No! He’d never do it. He’s not as open-minded and insane to become your third fuck buddy. If he found out, you don’t think he’d be happy. He’d probably murder Yoongi and Jimin for hiding and doing such an insane thing. Then you’d be next. And even if you’d add Namjoon to this fuck buddies trial deal, you don’t think anyone would be happy in the end.

You love them all. No favoritism for one over the others. They all have something that makes you feel butterflies, whether you realized it before or not.

Is this the perfect time to talk to Hwasa about your dilemma? You don’t even think you’ve told her about you and Jimin, but she’s perceptive. She probably saw some signs, but hadn’t commented on them.

You [4:03PM]: Hey Hwasa, we need to have a girl talk time. Hyejinnie [4:04PM]: Say no more! I’m telling Jungkook to come carry you up so we can talk in my room.

And just when you received that message, Jungkook shows up at the door and bows to you.

“I have been requested to bring up the Honey Princess to Hwasa’s room.”

You laugh. He’s adorable, you think. “Yes? Please take me up, Sir Jungkook.”

Jungkook carries you on his back once again, up the stairs. You take a glance of Yoongi, Jieun, Jin and Namjoon in the kitchen, preparing dinner before you are in Hwasa and Soohyun’s shared room at the end of the hall. Jungkook comments that he’s getting you ice to make your ankle’s swelling go down, leaving the room. You faintly hear him scolding your guy besties for not doing that earlier, making you guys laugh. He comes back with a bag of ice and then exits the room, closing the door in the process.

Hwasa greets you with a warm smile as you settle onto the bed, propping yourself up against the pillows. This bedroom is adorned with fairy lights, creating a cozy atmosphere that contrasts the turmoil in your mind. Hwasa, perceptive as always, senses that something serious is on your mind.

"So spill, what's going on?" she asks, her eyes filled with concern.

You take a deep breath, contemplating where to begin. "Remember my thing with Yoongi…” You whisper, hoping no one outside could hear. The TV is pretty loud playing someone’s Spotify playlist though.

“Yes, of course! Are y’all still…”

“We are.” Hwasa nods in response. “I’ve been keeping things lowkey so I haven’t told you much advancements, but I also started doing that with Jimin."

Her eyes widen, not in surprise, but more in confirmation of her past observations. “I figured that might’ve been the case when I kept seeing you be a little more touchier than usual in class last semester."

Your face reddens as you remark. “Nothing really passes by you, does it?” Hwasa can’t help but laugh at your reaction.

“You’re literally living the dream!” She holds both of your hands, intrigued at your ‘love life’. “They’re two of the finest frat boys on this campus. I don’t see how there can be a problem.”

"Except there is…" you admit, unraveling your overall deal with Jimin and Yoongi, your thoughts about them probably liking you and the argument you had with Namjoon earlier. As you share the details, Hwasa listens attentively, offering occasional nods and empathetic expressions.

"Wow, that's…a lot," she remarks when you finish. "And now Namjoon dropped the bomb? He’s equally as hot too."

You nod, feeling the weight of the situation. "Exactly. I never expected him to confess. I didn’t think he felt that way about me. Now, I'm stuck in this mess, and I don't know what to do!" You fall back onto the pillows, looking at the ceiling in frustration.

Hwasa places a comforting hand on yours. "First things first, take a deep breath.” You do. “It's a lot to process, but you'll figure it out. Now, tell me how you feel about each of them. Let’s start with Jimin"

“Jimin is someone who I feel comfortable with to try new things. He’s always managed to get me out of my shell and without him, I don’t think I’d be the person I am today. He’s also really kinky in bed so…Soft dom vibes?”

“Okay, spicy, I see! And Yoongi?”

“Yoongi feels like my soulmate…even Jimin pointed it out. We’re so in tune with one another that I don’t feel so on edge around him. I feel more relaxed. But I’m so emotionally driven and sometimes he doesn’t get that. Though he does try. Always does.”

Hwasa coughs repeatedly, “How’s the sex?”

“I… It’s really fucking good. Getting fingered by a man who plays the guitar is another worldly experience. Ten out of ten.” Hwasa squeals hearing this, but quickly covers her mouth to avoid anyone coming in concerned.

“Well holy shit. I guess that leaves Namjoon?”

“Namjoon, right.” You haven’t thought about it much before, but it was mainly because you’ve tried not to see him like that. He was obviously attractive with his muscles and tall height. His brains are another thing. “Aside from how obviously hot he’s always been, his mind is just so eloquent. He’s such a big brother at times and while I get annoyed at his lecturing, he makes me feel grounded and keeps challenging me to work harder. I don’t know what else to say?”

You find that articulating your emotions brings a sense of clarity. Hwasa provides thoughtful insights and asks probing questions, guiding you through the maze of your own emotions.

Once you've laid out your feelings, Hwasa leans back, pondering. "Alright, here's what I think. You need to have an honest conversation with all of them. Start off with Yoongi and Jimin, then somehow get Namjoon in that conversation. Lay your cards on the table, and let them know where you stand. It's the only way to avoid misunderstandings and hurt feelings."

You sigh, realizing the truth in her words. "But what if I can't choose between them? What if I ruin everything?"

Hwasa smirks, "Then, my dear, you need to consider a different kind of arrangement—one that works for all parties involved. But that's a discussion for another day. For now, focus on being open and honest with them. You owe it to yourself and to them."

“You’re right. Thank you Hwasa for hearing me out on my crazy dramatic life. I appreciate you so much.” You gesture her to get closer so you can give her a hug, and she does.

+++++++++++

After your heart-to-heart with Hwasa, Jungkook comes in to let you know that dinner is ready and that he’ll be taking you over there. You appreciate his kindness.

The delicious aroma of the meat wafts through the air as you enter the kitchen, where the group is gathered around the table, engaged in lively conversation.

Jin, always the culinary maestro, tells everyone to take their seats. As you settle in, you can't help but glance at your three best friends at different points during the meal.

Yoongi is focused on grilling meat, his brows furrowed in concentration. The subtle scent of his cooking skills fills the air, momentarily distracting you from your internal conflict. You catch his eye, and there's a silent understanding between you two.

Jimin, sitting across from you, steals occasional glances your way. His gaze is warm and comforting, reassuring you that no matter the complications, he's there for you. A small smile passes between you that speaks volumes.

Namjoon, busy discussing something with Hoseok, occasionally looks in your direction. There's a mix of emotions in his eyes—longing, and perhaps a touch of hope.

The dinner is filled with laughter and camaraderie as the trip ends tonight. You try to savor the meal and the company, but the weight of the unspoken hangs in the air.

As the night progresses, you find yourself more restless. The uncertainty of your situation gnaws at you. Once dinner concludes, you and the other girls go to the living room to watch some youtube videos on the smart TV. As they busy themselves talking about stuff, you grab your phone and open the group chat with Yoongi and Jimin.

You [8:45PM]: Valentine’s Day. I’ll give you my decision.

Sending the message, you brace yourself for the conversations that lie ahead. Whatever happens, you face it headstrong.

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tbc :O a/n: uh-oh we're getting to the conflicting part hehehehe !!! i apologize for the delay getting this chapter out. i am currently working on some big things and doing some interviews so the fic had been neglected for a month or so, but i am back for a bit and already working on CH 8 as well! Anyone have any thoughts or theories on what Y/N will decide to say? i'd love to hear about them so lmk hehehe thank you all for reading!

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A Promise Kept

A Tech x reader one shot where everything is fine! We're all fine!

WC: 5.2k

CW: Canon typical violence, descriptions of injuries, drug usage, blissful ignorance of physics and canon deviation. Angst, hurt comfort, fluff, all the good stuff

Summary: What am I if not a clone lover. A fix-it fic made for my irl bestie @scoobydoobydaisy, consider this your late birthday present. Thinking of all my fellow Tech girls who want to live in the world where he’s ok. Welcome! You’ve made it! This is my first time writing for tbb and for Tech, so I’m still working out the kinks, but I’m happy with it. Also if anyone tries to say anything about the survivability of that fall I’m ignoring it let me live in delusion.

(also i live in the reality where this fanart by papanowo is how Tech’s hair looks always because I swear to god I saw this and it changed my life.)

((also I prommy I'm working on the new chapter of BCS, I accidentally got inspired to write chapter 14 so I did that instead oopsie, but if it's any consolation, we've got like 9 more chapters at least of that to go!))

The quiet was what consumed you at first, the lack of chatter and softer clinking of glasses. Then it was the smells, in a broad sense the defining scent of Mantell Mix but, in a more intimate way it was the smell of the grease after he would repair the Marauder, or the fresh, clean scent of his skin in the rare moments you would lean past him when collecting the Batch’s glassware at the bar. No, when the Batch left Cid’s it was him being gone that consumed you, that Tech, your Tech in every way but reality, had left with his team in pursuit of something better and left you behind. You wondered often if they thought of you, if he thought of you, if he regretted leaving you here to clean up their mess. I would never leave him, you thought to yourself in those weeks, sweeping up glass or dealing with one of Cid’s moods. You couldn’t really blame them, you’d been at this bar long before the Batch showed up, and evidently you’d be here long after.

It’s why you’re surprised by a ping on your personal comm, tucked dutifully in the pocket of your apron, while you’re serving a drink to a tired looking Togruta. The bar isn’t packed, it never is, and you pat the pocket of your apron before looking at Cid, “I’m going to smoke, I’ll be back.”

The Trandoshan waved you off immediately, knowing full well about your recent cigarra habit, something you had attributed to the stress of the last few weeks. You slipped out the back entrance, standing in the dimly lit back alley behind the bar, leaning closer to your comm and also fumbling with the carton of cigarras, searching equally hard for your lighter. The familiar sound of the light coaxed your caller out of his silence, breaking the quiet with a long sigh.

“I thought I had adequately warned you about the dangers and symptoms of smoking.” Tech murmurs through the line, and if you squint in your mind you can practically see the disappointment on his face.

“I thought I told you not to go too far.”

“Ah. Yes. To be fair, I had assumed we were speaking in metaphor.”

You flick the ash off the end before bringing it back to your mouth to breathe. “I waited for you, you know.”

“You didn’t have to-”

“No, I know I didn’t. I wanted to. I wanted to believe you wouldn’t leave me without saying goodbye.”

“At the time I didn’t know it was goodbye, otherwise I would’ve left so few things unsaid.” There’s a clatter in the background of his message that makes your heart jump. The sound of things being loaded onto a ship, a ramp being raised. Hunter’s voice yelling, mild panic.

“You’re going somewhere?”

He takes a beat to answer, you can hear Wrecker get Omega settled and the sound of movement. He’s walking, you gather, from the way the sound rustles through the comm. Suddenly it’s clearer, and you only hear his voice and the distant sound of waves crashing. “I am.”

“So that's why you called? To not leave things unsaid?”

“I think, if I have deciphered you correctly, you would like it here. You’d fit in, I think”

“So you think you know me now?”

“I think you and I both know that I do. Just as well as you know me.” There’s that beat again, though this one rings of uncertainty. “Unless I misinterpreted something.”

“You haven’t” your words rush out in a whisper, cigarra nearly finished. “Misinterpreted I mean. You never have.”

“I- I have some things, I want you to know-” Then it's Wrecker, you can tell by the wait of the step over the comm, and he’s calling for Tech and the engines of the Marauder are firing. “We were going to come back for you. I was going to come back for you. That has always been my plan.”

“Tech, why does this sound like goodbye?”

“I was always going to come back for you.”

The line ends with a definitive click, and a moment later the last ash is on the sidewalk and your break is over. You tuck the com and the pack back into your apron, swipe at a few stray tears you hadn’t realized had slipped down your cheek, then head back into the bar, the only remnant of your confession the butt of a cigarra melting in a puddle out back.

* * *

“They’re coming back.” Cid practically spits as she walks by you while you clean glasses. “They walk out on me and now this? They just want to come back? I don’t think so.”

There’s a pit in your stomach now, a feeling of guilt and panic. Cid knows you were close with the team, but does she know how close? Are they actually coming back, and putting themselves in danger over you? “Did they say why?”

“No. It was bandana who called. Sounded down. Someone’s gotta be hurt, no reason they’d be coming back otherwise.”

The pit grows, and you instinctively feel for where your comm is. You hadn’t missed a call, you’re sure of it. Your mind spins with the possibilities. Why was Tech not the one to call? You set the glass down as carefully as you can manage and turn to face Cid. “What are you going to do?”

She looks at the ground before rubbing the back of her neck. “Look, kid, we’ve been in a tight spot these past few months with them being here. You know this, I know this.” She moves to grab your hand, “You don’t do all that well with the empire, I know. Maybe just, go home now. Before it gets worse here, ok?”

Your eyes widen with the implication of her words and you nod before turning to walk out the door, grabbing your bag from the shelf by the bar and careful to be out of the door frame before making a sprint towards the docking bay, hoping to get to them before they land. You’re calling Tech and you’re met with nothing but static, at least reassuring you that that is why he hasn’t called to alert you. “Tech, Tech if you can hear me, it’s a trap, don’t come to Cid’s, I’m going to go to the Marauder. I’m going to see you soon, ok?”

Wrecker is the first to disembark, and he nearly runs you over at the speed he walks off the ship. “Wreck, hey, it's me, you can’t go to Cid’s.” You sputter out as fast as possible before he looks down at you, eyes wide and crazed.

Hunter hears you and bolts out, walking towards you as Wrecker backs away slowly, shaking his head. “I can’t. Hunter I can’t you have to tell her.”

You look at the tattooed clone blinking wildly, “You, you’re not listening to me. You can’t go to Cid’s something is wrong.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Clearly we need to talk Hunter because I still haven’t forgiven you all for abandoning me here, but you have to listen to me, you can’t go-”

“It’s Tech.”

The words have their desired effect of turning everything in your mind into stone as you register Echo quietly shifting to do repairs on the outside of the Marauder and Omega’s tear streaked fast as she all but flies past you to catch up with Wrecker. “What do you mean?”

“He- he’s gone, he,” he runs a hand through his hair before bringing it to the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, “Kriffing Tech said he had it figured out, and he sacrificed himself for us, for the squad.” He looks back at Echo, whose shoulders are tight as he works on Tech’s ship. “He wanted to make sure you were cared for, I know you’ve got a ship and I could’ve sent coordinates but Wrecker insisted we land. And I thought I should tell you in person.” He puts an arm on your shoulder and guides you towards the bay he knows your ship is in, away from Echo and through the winding corridors of the docks. 

You’re moving, but you really aren’t. You’re numb to it all, the situation, the words. The reality of this hasn’t even begun to set in yet. Hunter knows, he always knows, and remains quiet until you get to your ship, a small but fast freighter from your days as a runner off of Corellia. “Why did you let him?”

“He made his choice, and we have to use it to secure our future.”

“Did you… did you find him? Can I say goodbye?”

Hunter runs a hand through his hair, “we didn’t exactly have time to go back for him.”

“So you left him?” You don’t hide the anger, the bitterness in your voice that rises like bile as you look to glare at your friend. “He could be alive.”

“He fell hundreds of feet and was followed by a railcar. I figured I would spare you the image because I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep now having seen it.” He sighs as you tense and your eyes go wide. “I’m sorry. We did everything we could.”

You nod, tears now actively spilling over as you blink and shake your head. “You have to tell me what system you were on.”

“I am not letting you do something stupid, do not make me disrespect his wish like that.”

“Hunter, I have to try.”

“There is nothing you can do.”

“Do not look at me and tell me there is nothing I can do until I am lying dead at your feet,” you nearly spit at him, tears now burning down your cheeks as he groans, “he promised me he would always come back for me, I am not going to deny him the same thing.”

He looks back at Echo working on the ship and chews on his lip, debating in his mind how many deaths he wants on his hands. “If I give you these coordinates, you need to promise to not engage with any of the imperials.”

“Unless they shoot me first.”

“Unless they shoot you first. You need to fly low, and make sure your cloaking is on at all times.” He takes the datapad out of your bag and punches in three sets of numbers. “The first is the system coordinates, the second is the crash site. You cannot stay there long, most of the imperials have probably fled after the attack-”

“Attack?”

“I’ll explain later,” he huffs. “The third is the rendezvous point. Whatever the outcome, meet us there, if you want. He’s right, we shouldn’t have left you. You’re a part of this squad.” He grabs your shoulder and gives it a squeeze before walking towards the direction of Echo. “I get why he loves you, you’re both so stubborn.”

You leave in a hurry, running onto your ship with just your bag and punching in the coordinates. You leave in such a hurry, in fact, that you don’t think until it’s too late that you’ve neglected to remind Hunter of the reason you ran to them in the first place.

* * *

It’s this supposed love that has you speaking into your comm while you travel through hyperspace. You’re greeted by nothing other than static, but you talk. You tell him stories, you tell him about your day. You talk about the regulars at Cid’s, about the first time you smoked. You tell him about your parents, about your home planet, how you got to Corellia. “I want you to know everything about me the way that you know everything about everything. And I think I was afraid to tell you everything because not everything is good. But I think that’s ok. And I promise, when I find you, I’ll give you everything, all of me. The good and the bad,” you sniff, “even if I smell like fumes and my lungs give out because I have a bad habit” you laugh into the comm. “I have more to say, but I think I’d rather tell you when I get there.”

Eriadu is bitterly cold and dotted with peaks of mountains stretching up and above the cloud line. Getting past the security team isn’t difficult, you can tell they’re scrambling to recover from the attack and both expecting support and medic ships, so it doesn’t take much to convince them that you’re a dispatched supplies shuttle. You fly low enough to stay out of their radar, and scour the mountain tops and trees for signs of the wreckage as you get closer to the coordinates Hunter provided. There’s a spot between the trees for you to tuck your ship, and you grab the warmest jacket you have onboard, your blaster, and your vibroblade before setting out on foot.

The air feels still, but when you pause you can hear the sounds of troopers in the distance and shuttles overheard. Nothing entirely threatening, but a bitter reminder of why you’re here in the first place. You’ve taken to talking to Tech again, hoping to hear the buzz of your voice back as you walk through this forest in the vague destination of his demise. “I’ve stopped crying,” you murmur into your comm, twigs crunching between your boots, grateful to past you for opting out of the heeled shoes you normally wear on a busy night at the bar. “I just have decided to believe that you’re here, and I’m going to find you. And I figured you’d say something about the waste of water and the threat of dehydration.” You push past the brush and step over some rocks as you begin to hit a more rocky terrain. “It’s really cold here, you know. I don’t really like the cold. Or rocks. You’re lucky I enjoy your company-”

“Freeze!” The sound of a modulated voice stops you in your tracks, and you turn slowly with your hands in the air, facing a singular trooper with his blaster aimed at your torso. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” He uses his blaster to gesture to the comm in your hand, “Who are you talking to?”

“I’m sorry, I’m lost, our ship wrecked and I’ve been wandering these woods since yesterday, I’m trying to find my husband.” You shake your hand, trying to indicate the comm. The body language of the trooper shifts, you can tell he’s trying to decide if he’s going to believe you, so you bring the tears you’ve been fighting back up. “Please, please I need help, we have a daughter, she’s off-world with her uncle. We need to get home to her, please I can’t find my husband.” 

He shifts again, and moves to lower his blaster and walks towards you, “Okay, ma’am, I don’t know how you crashed here, but this is imperial property, and it’s highly classified, I’ll need to take you in for questioning.” He steps close to you now, too close, and he underestimates you. 

You sigh in mock appreciation while you pull the vibroblade off your hip, pushing it into the exposed portion between the chestplate and pauldron of his shoulder. He yelps and drops the blaster, and you pull your own out from the holster, holding it up to his head. “I’m very appreciative for your help. Now, let’s not make any sudden movements, shall we?” The trooper musters a pained nod as you back away, picking up the dropped blaster and tucking it on your belt. “I need info on a crash site, and I need you to tell me where it is.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re the one that crashed here.”

You’re being cruel now and you hate it, but your feelings for Tech outweigh any feeling of pity you have for this trooper as you push the blade further into his arm. This makes you feel gross, there’s a sick feeling in your stomach as you revert back to your old way of being, before the bar, before the squad. “I think you do know, and I can promise you, keeping me from my family is going to hurt you more than the empire can.”

“There’s a site, half a klick away, railcar crash.”

You push the blade in one final time and through gritted teeth ask him, “What. Direction.”

The trooper answers with the direction, and you smile before taking the back of your blaster and tapping him on the side of the head. After a pulse check to be sure you haven’t killed the now slumped man you soldier on, emboldened by the confirmation of the site, eager to get to Tech as soon as possible.

The crash site is genuinely nauseating. The remains of the railcar are smashed and split at the base of the mountain, laying against a tall cedar tree. There’s wires coming out in all directions sending blue sparks out into the orange sky, and the air has the taste of oil and metal, whether it's from the bent and ugly pieces on the ground or the blood that lingers you aren’t sure. The ground around the site is pushed up and bulging from the impact, and there’s small crates from rocks being dislodged and shot as the car hit the ground. It’s ugly, the crash has left no survivors from the car that went down, and you’re not sure you have the gut to wander in further. You lean against a tree nearby and notice the black tether cord jutting out of the bottom of the car. Your heart sinks and you think you’d pass out if you hadn’t been leaning against something sturdy. “Oh, oh Tech.” You whisper, slinking to the ground and letting yourself cry, really cry, for the first time today. You bring your knees up to your chest and drop your head down, tears stinging your cheeks as the cold burns them into your skin. You have to start moving, you aren’t really dressed for this, and as the sky turns magenta you know it isn’t long before it turns to night, not to mention that you know there are troopers nearby. 

You lift your head up, deciding you’re going to go walk back in a moment, and you rest the base of your head back on the tree and your eyes drift shut. “Hey Tech, it’s me again.” You whisper into the comm, still crying as you go on, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I failed you. I just had to try. I have so much I want to say to you, there’s so much-” your ears suddenly focus on something not too far from you. It’s the echo of your voice, reverberating off the nearby trees that has your heart pounding. “Hello? Hello!” you call, hearing the sound of your voice grow louder when suddenly, under the base of a tree, you hear it. It’s faint, but strong, and it’s your name being carried over the wind and down to you, spoken as soft as a prayer. When you look up you can see him, tangled in a mess of grapple line and tarp, armor dented and cracked, goggles missing. It’s your Tech, leaning against the trunk of this tree in a mess of his own creation, battered and bloody but breathing. “Tech!” You climb up to him as best you can, you aren’t an excellent climber by any means but the branches are sturdy and well placed, and suddenly you’ve reached him and he’s real. Your hands are everywhere, gentle and prodding, untangling him from the grapple line and running soothing strokes along the side of his face as he looks at you like you’ve got ten heads. He’s cold, he looks like he’s in pain, and you can tell by the grimace on his face when you brush his torso he’s got cracked ribs.

“Given my blood loss and my pain, this logically must be a hallucination.”

“No no no,” you’re soothing yourself now too, trying not to be hysterical as you untangle him and think of ways to get him down from the tree. “No, Tech I’m here, I’m here.”

“I, I don’t understand.”

“Tech,” you pause, placing a hand on his chest and looking into his eyes. He really is a mess, bloody and tired and his hair is flying in every which way. You’re laughing now, out of hysteria, out of irony, as you finally discard the tarp and shuffle the grapple line away from his body. “Do you remember how we met?”

“Of course,” he strains at the movement of you pulling him off of the trunk, “You were in the process of being mugged if I remember correctly?”

“I was negotiating the return of my wallet”

“And we found you on our walk through Ord Mantell. And then you took us to Cid’s.”

“Do you remember how I looked?”

He looks at you know confused, before slowly reaching up to feel his hair, the dried blood and the cuts still dripping, and despite it all, he cracks a smile. “Don’t tell me I look worse than that.”

You bite your cheek at the joke, happy he’s alive enough to even be making a joke, “Despite it all, I think you’ll live.”

Getting Tech down from the tree is awkward and clunky. He’s hurt, bad, and you’re worried with the movement he’s going to hurt himself beyond repair. You’ve got a solid medkit on your ship, and you just have to get him there. He’s fashioned himself a crutch out of a discarded branch and is using you to hold the majority of his weight, yet the walk still takes over double the time to get back to the ship. He regales you with the tale of his survival, though you admit that around the point he begins discussing “inertia” and the forces of gravity and the quick thinking of his pack, you’re more focused on him than what he’s saying. You get him back onto your ship quietly, careful to avoid the few troopers you see on the ground in order to avoid a firefight. Your ship is small, but it was designed to carry you and cargo, so you lead him to the small bed chamber off the cockpit. You press the button to open the door and lead him to your bed, tucked in the corner near a storage cubby, a mirror, and a small viewport. “Stay here.” You command as you lay him down in the bed, heading towards the cockpit to punch in the rendezvous coordinates. 

“I don’t believe I have much of a choice.”

* * *

“Hold still.”

“I would much prefer just the patches, thank you.”

“And I would much prefer you alive, thanks.” You huff as you inject Tech with one of the loose bacta shots you have in your kit. He grimaces, and you continue working on removing the shattered pieces of his armor and tossing them haphazardly on the floor.

“Why do you even have that, are they not illegal?”

“Lots of good things are illegal,” you mumble out as you rip gauze to lay over the bacta patches you’ve started to apply to his wounds. “Besides, of the two of us, who’s the one wanted by the empire right now?” You go to life up his shirt and squeeze your eyes shut at the dried, bloody mess around his ribs. 

He grimaces in response. “Fair point.”

You work in silence, his voice becoming more tired the more he’s spoken to you, and you don’t want to push him at risk of hurting him more. You’re applying the patches higher and higher before you sigh, breaking the silence. “Tech, I’m going to need to cut this undershirt off. I need to access your chest, and I don’t want you moving your arms more than you have to. He nods as you work on the rest of his body, whispering to both yourself and him, “Oh Tech.” 

He won’t meet your eyes, but in the darkened room he looks at the ceiling, “When you first arrived, I thought I was dead.”

“You have that little faith in my rescuing abilities.”

“I assumed you were an angel.” There’s a silence that fills the room, and you can practically feel the tension as it rolls off of him.

“I knew you were alive, I did.”

“Oh? Explain your logic.”

“I just think I would know if something happened to you.” You say, the end of the sentence trailing off into quiet as you continue to work, stepping back to begin working on his chest.

“I assume my clothing options are limited then,” his eyes land on the pile of clothes in the supply cubby behind you, thrown haphazardly as you searched for any jacket.

“I’ve got something for you, actually,” you murmur as you cut the shirt off, peeling the scraps of fabric off his body and exposing his torso, tanned and marred, you suck in a breath as you see the reality of it. 

He notices and grabs your hand. “If it soothes you, I did hit a very sturdy tree at a very swift impact, but clone armor is resilient. If I had done a proper examination, I would guess I’ve only cracked four ribs on my right side, where I made the most direct impact with the tree.”

“Oh good,” you snort, “only four.”

“I am… very fortunate I have a medic who is capable of helping me.” He looks at you earnestly, like he’s trying to decide what to say, and in reality, so are you. Hunter’s words are still ringing around in your skull, bouncing off your brain and worming themselves comfortably around your heart.

“Oh yeah, full service, you should see the trooper I took out.”

“I’m sorry?” He starts, and you bring a hand to his lips, shushing him quietly as you ease him back down to your bed. You stand up and walk towards the cubby, grabbing a similar black shirt to the one laying in scraps at your feet.

“Will this work?”

He squints at it, as if trying to place why it looks so familiar, when it clicks. “Is that… the undershirt I leant you when you stayed with Omega on our run to Tatooine?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you have it here?”

You don’t know what to say, and the way he’s looking at you, brown eyes boring into your soul with equal parts skepticism and hope, you decide the truth is best. “Because, sometimes, when you were gone, it was nice to sleep in. And sometimes I took myself flying because I didn’t like being in Ord Mantell alone, and so I would pack a change of clothes.”

“But you were never alone on Ord Mantell.”

You fold the shirt and place it on the edge of your bed, the confession you were so emboldened by suddenly feeling so small. As you make to walk towards the cockpit you shrug, “It felt like I was when you left.”

His grip is surprisingly strong (a perk of the illegal extra dose of bacta you assume) as he grabs your wrist, keeping you tethered to his side. He looks radiant like this somehow, patched up in your bed, hair mussed up on your pillow, shirt long discarded. He looks like your wildest dream. “Please. Stay. I have not been honest with you.” 

You sit down at the edge of the bed, hand landing on his shin. There’s enough room here that you could recline and lay with him, albeit squished, but not much. Instead, you back up and scoot so your back is flush to the wall of the ship and you’re sitting to his side, your body angled towards him.

“I, I haven’t really had a situation like that. One where I could not think of a suitable solution that had a high probability of success and survival. When I decided to remove myself from the equation so that the rest of the squad could survive, I found myself thinking of one thing.”

“Oh?” you question, your hand pausing in its small rotation of absentminded circles along his leg.

“I could not stop thinking about how much regret I had in not confessing my emotions to you, not allowing you the ability to decipher what you felt about them.”

It’s like the air is knocked out of you then, as he pushes himself up on his forearms to be closer to you and you shift towards him, backing off the wall and sitting closer to his hips now. “Tech I-”

“Please,” he starts, “I am not very good at understanding emotion. I have tried and tried and I haven’t ever felt adequate in it. I had assumed for many months now that you were simply being kind to me, that you felt nothing, and perhaps that is still right, but after Safa Toma, I began to think that you did feel something, something aside from friendship.”

Tears threaten to spill over your eyes as you beam at him, laughing quietly to yourself as you nod, both a quiet reassurance and indicator for him to go on. 

“I heard your messages, all of them. I wish to know you, all of you, as much as you chose to let me. If you would have me that is. It is very common for people to say things they don’t mean when under duress, and I would not hold it against you-”

You cut him off the only way your brain will let you as you lean closer to him, pulling his face up to yours and meeting him for a kiss. It’s everything you need from him, from this, soft and gentle and reassuring and comforting. He sighs against you for just a moment, as if reality is overwhelming him, and pulls you in deeper, shifting to the other side of your bed and allowing you to recline next to him on his left. He tastes metallic and medicinal but past all of the trauma and the medicine there’s still something (caf? chocolate?) that tastes like him, sweet and warm and him. He’s your Tech, he’s always been your Tech, and as you pull away you smile at him, running a finger along his cheek as he plants his hands firmly on the small of your back. 

“You promised me you’d always come back for me, and I want to promise you the same.” He pulls you in closer at that, placing your head on his chest. “And for the record, I fell for you much earlier than Safa Toma, but seeing you win that race really helped.”

He chuckles a bit at that, keeping you tucked in under his arm and with your head on his heart, he starts to slowly drift to sleep. You focus on that, the drum of his heart, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and start to dream too, knowing that no dream can match reality. You will wake up in a world where Tech is still alive and he is still yours, and you already can’t wait to get there.

[herdelreydear]

I was all over her

pt 1

warnings: college!au, mean!ellie, owenxabby, elliexreader, (a bit abbyxreader bc of readers past, smoking, drugs, alcohol, some angst, nsfw in this or the next parts

summary: Dina drags Ellie to a camp where they can work at for three weeks, the money is good and they get a little vecation from their college life. It’s annoying but it gets more interesting when Ellie gets to know the other girl that is joining as a camp leader.

notes: i’m really excited for this series, it’s gonna be inspired by the 80s slasher summer camp vibe! They’re not in the 80s anymore but their town is so stubborn, that they still got all the old equipments so it kind of feels like it anyways. I’m also going to switch from different perspectives to get a better view from everyone’s thoughts when things get spicy :P

reposting, liking or even commenting would be so so appreciated <3

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„Ugh“ Ellie grunted shoving her stuff in her backpack that was already falling apart and had some holes here and there. It didn’t bother her as long as she didn’t loose anything of her supplies.

„If the money isn’t worth it i’m going.“ Dina, laying on her bed watching her- „Of course Ells as if you’re not living off of instant noodles and my stuff the last few weeks“ she grinned and rolled onto her stomach.

„The kids are gonna be annoying but remember how we were that age?“ she let out a quite laugh. „Were the ones making the rules now, so how bad can it be?“

„Oh fuck you“ Ellie sighed and finally got her backpack to zip up. „Kids that age are little shitheads“ she stood up and let herself fall on the bed next to Dina. „Well yeah, but at least they’re not that bad, I mean they wont be older than 16 y‘know?“

„Well with 16 I started selling“ Ellie grinned. „But if I catch one of them doing anything like that imma beat their ass“ she looked at her phone to check the time. „Well, or their mom will“

Dina flipped a finger against Ellies forehead „Ouch“- „You’re the one that has to behave“ Dina glanced a provocative smile at her. „No girls your age except for me and Abby, and a bunch of kids- I think you can handle that“

„I don’t like that Abby and Owen are the ones giving the orders to us, she‘s okay but Owen is annoying as fuck“ Dina nodded to agree with her. Abby and Owen were a bit older then them, and already did the camp counseling the year before.

„Well anyways we gotta go“ Dina pushed Ellie of the bed otherwise to leave would’ve took forever. They got outside and walked to Ellies Pick-Up truck. The others would drive in a school bus Owen got the permission to drive with. They would all meet at the camp.

This year it was so full, Owen and Abby decided to let all the kids sleep in the little cabins and the leaders would have to sleep outside. Because of Ellie having the Pick-Up they already loaded all their tents on it, wondering why there were two from Abby and Owen, thinking they’d sleep together anyways.

The Trip was nice though, Ellie liked driving and Dina liked being Ellies Dj even though Ellie didn’t approve to all the songs Dina was blasting on full volume.

After arriving Ellie looked unmotivated again. „First and last day are always the most stressful ones, so don’t give up today okay Ells?“ Closing the car door Dina tried to get Ellies confirmation. „Yeah sure“ she muffled and helped Dina with the tents and their backpacks.

Already settled in, they could hear the voices of kids and teens laughing in their little cabins. Searching for Abby and Owen they ran into you.

You just had moved to the place you were now also going to college to. Only about three months ago, but you didn’t recognize the two women approaching you. They don’t look 16 anymore that’s for sure, so they must be from college too, also taking the opportunity to get that money.

Of course you needed that money desperately, normal for a college student. Also, extra money didn’t hurt, and you needed to get away from.. well actually you wanted to get away from Abby, but you already applied to the job before knowing it was organized by Abby- and Owen, her boyfriend.. At least the two other girls are joining too, so you’re not alone with them.

„hey! you’re from college too?“ Dina came up to greet you with a welcoming quick hug, surprised you smiled lightly and nodded. „Uh, yeah I am“ you looked over to the other girl, hands in her pockets and not looking like she was going to great you like the other one. „I’m y/n“ you introduced yourself to the two. „Dina“ -she seemed like a person you’ll get along with, but the other one- „Ellie“ she said shortly, seemed not that pleased by the whole situation. Well, maybe she was just here for the money, and you’d understand that. For you, being outside was calming, and working or more like watching the kids a bit was totally fine with you. Growing up with siblings you knew how to handle annoying teens.

„Hey hey“ Owen stepped out of one of the cabins, Abby on his hand, she looked a bit annoyed but smiled when she saw the small group of yours. „Finally, all the kids are already unpacking their stuff and ready for some food“ she smiled and they stepped closer to greet everyone. „So for the basics: we have plans hung out in the kitchen on wich we are divded into wash off and cooking shifts.“ Abby walked to one of the cabins, the only one that was a bit bigger, everyone followed.

Stepping in she pointed to a list that was hung up against a board. „I think it’s okay that we do the dishes, the kids are here to relax. Owen and I are going to do most of the activities with them, but most of the kids are already to old for that and just want to be outside on the lake or on the fields. You guys just watch out that no ones going missing and when we need you, you’ll help us out.“

Her voice was calm and you couldn’t avoid feeling a big clump in your throat.

Just weeks ago she ended it with you, or kind of did. You apparently just were a little flink she had while being broken up with Owen. It still hurted though. She was the first woman you slept with, but even more- she was the one that gave you the security you were a lesbian. At the beginning she was there for you while being the new student, helping you out a lot with how everything worked you both couldn’t deny the tension that got in between you from the first day you’d met. At that point you didn’t knew about the breakup with Owen, you were fully convinced she was a lesbian anyways. You asked her out on sweet little coffee dates and she took you to her basketball practice ones in a while. It felt like you two had known each other for much longer than just a few months. You started to crush on her besides being sexually attracted to her. But it stayed at being fuck buddies, till you mentioned your feelings and she seemed to be on the same side. All fine, till one night- that stupid fucking frat party. You were waiting for her all night, after not showing up you asked around if anybody saw her. Some did, but they also lost sight of her. Already a bit drunk you made your way through the rooms till you accidentally walked in on two people, needing a sec to realize who was having sex right there.

That night didn’t end well. You were heartbroken (you knew it seemed a bit too fast but it still hurted- and it was the way she did not tell you about him- and didn’t tell you she was actually just getting her sexual frustration eased by sleeping with you) You felt used and had cut her off.

Now, you two had to get along somehow. And it was fine, it wasn’t that deep you tried to tell yourself. Move on, gosh you’re embarrassing yourself . You’d tell yourself.

Everyone seemed fine with the list, and you turned to Dina and Ellie. „So, let’s build up our tents?“ you wanted to get away from her. They agreed. You looked up to Abby while walking past her, she gave you a little smile. You noticed her apologizing look, it made you sick.

„Oh I forgot to tell you, Jesse‘s coming too“ Dina turned her head to Ellie while putting together the tent. „How did you forget that“ Ellie scrunched her eyebrows together. Sweet. You held on to the other side of the tent, not doing much because you didn’t knew anything ok how to put up those. „Well, Ells he’s not here so obviously I forgot him. He’s always late!“ she rolled her eyes. „Jesse‘s my Ex“ she turned around to tell you without being asked, but you were to shy to ask anyways, so you appreciated her leading the conversation. „So now we’re two“ you tried to smile. „Wait what? You were dating Jesse??“ You shaked your head hardly. „Noo I don’t even know him don’t worry“ before she could ask about Abby, you quickly finished building up the tent and changed the subject. When all tents were up, Jesse arrived. Extroverted like Dina he started blabbering all kinds of stuff on to you, knowing he just tried to made you feel less left out, you tried to stay as focused as possible and answered to all his questions.

„So now, who’s gonna sleep where?“

All of you stood infront of the three little tents. Abby and Owen were already in the kitchen, making some dough for bread on sticks, but it was obvious they’d sleep together. „I don’t care, you guys can decide“ You smiled and you noticed Ellie glancing over to you. She was really quite since they arrived but it was kind of.. pleasant.

„You wanna sleep with me?“ She said, and you shrugged. „Sure“ giving her a smile that she gave you back. Dina raised a brow, knowing Ellie, she took every opportunity to get girls actually in bed with her. Poor you Dina thought. But Dina was also more than fine with sharing a tent with Jesse. Yes, they broke up, but they still were like besties.

Following Ellie you climbed into your tent, finding yourself unexpectedly really close to her. Ellie noticed the rosy color on your cheeks. „So.. on wich side do you want to sleep?“ you asked, a bit uncomfortable. Before saying anything Ellie just stretched herself and layed down on her side. „is that fine?“ she reassured and you nodded. While humming you started to unpack your stuff. Ellie watched you while rolling herself another one up. You didn’t mind, and didn’t tell her to stop when she lightened it in your little tent, you just opened the entrance and layed down next to her.

„So how come I’ve never seen you at college?“ She looked to the side and held the joint infront of you, as you took it you thought about how you could answer it as short as possible.

„I just came here a few months ago, wasn’t really with anybody that’s probably why“ you shrugged „I like to be on my own“ you exhaled and gave it back to her. She grinned. „Well that’s definitely understandable, but what about frat parties? They can be fun too, never been to one?“ she layed her head on her arm that was behind her and watched the smoke fill the air.

„Well I was“ you caughed, you weren’t used to smoking weed, and the tent was full of smoke. Ellie laughed and opened the outer layer of the tent a bit wider. „Let’s go“ she tilted her head to the exit, noticing you’re not taking the full air that well and you climbed out of it. It already got dark and you decided to collect some wood for the campfire. You didn’t notice how a constant smile was on your lips, and how the stiffness from before started to loosen up. But Ellie noticed and enjoyed your quite being.

After being done collecting some sticks and branches, Ellie lit up the campfire and Jesse and Dina gathered the kids around it. Abby and Owen brought the food and the atmosphere started to get more calm and chatty. You enjoyed it more than you thought and then and there your eyes met with Ellies.

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I know that’s the second series I started, I think I’ll just write them both at the same time. I hope you like it, I already have the next parts planned x3

I’m also making a playlist inspired by the 80s but also the vibe for this series~

[6okuto]

🍙 for @satorisoup from my fruits basket :3

Long Post. but i (Rlly) summarized the questions for viewing ease 🫡

1) life & school

i Am nervous about school hbdfhbg i’m a sociology major!! ^^ love soc but i switched to honours so i have to keep my gpa up, and most of my classes this year are really reading/writing/presentation heavy.. plus i'm trying a full course load for the first time so doing my thesis next yr will be easier, but i'm already easily stressed and burnt out.. lol.. ;; it's probably fine though

life’s getting busy.. and i’m not sure my cosplay will get here in time for my con but it’s ok tbh! the good outweighs the bad for those things. i wish i had money for the con outside my grants/loans but LOL that's life 

2) celebrating my birthday with keiji :3

tmi maybe. i haven’t had a great birthday since i was 15/16 to be honest FBHBDJ i'm so burnt out and depressed in dec that the past few years i haven’t done anything at all LOL but hearing this,, keiji makes it his mission to give me a good one ^^ ! 

he takes the day off and makes sure the day is just for us! practices making heart shaped pancakes and cooks breakfast.. i walk in on him in the kitchen super focused and accidentally scare him LOL he wanted it to be a surprise but it’s ok!! i watch and talk while i wait

it’s usually cold so i don't go anywhere ;; but we still have fun!! it’s nothing crazy,, we just talk, put on a show while we work on a puzzle or bake… play some co-op games.. order dinner.. yeagh

if it isn’t awful outside, we might make a little snowman or snow angels at the park nearby :]

he gets birthday gifts separate from his christmas ones.. since they're so close my birthday’s kinda overshadowed & i tell people to get one gift or none but keiji refuses!! he writes a long heartfelt letter, commissions art of us & our cat, and buys custom matching necklaces + little crochet accessories + ribbon 🙂‍↕️ (also macarons. i rock w macarons.)

3) favourite aki scene :3

his morning routine changed my life. they didn’t have to do that (not in the manga) but they did… my beautiful domestic soft morning dreams… it’s so Aki… and then i think about how he’d include u in his routine when ur together the way he does with denji and power… ouh..

4) art app + ur new stylus :0

looks down and kicks rocks. krita user over here. not that anything’s wrong with krita. i just feel lame when i see brushes i want because of course they’re never for krita. but it’s cool! how's ur new pen!! bro sometimes krita’s pressure sensitivity doesn’t work on start-up and i didn’t realize i could just restart the window settings . i kept reinstalling it. it’s fine but Wow i was miserable for so long (Months. like a stupid poopoo head)

5) Secret Art Opinions.

olivia wilde nodding gif. smoking duck gif. no one knows what i know no one’s seen what i’ve seen. BEAUTIFUL!! PERF!! i love his smile and jewelry (🤯) and hair and EVERYTHING!! your art style is SOO lovely cutieful lene!! and a 17 layer max seems nonsensical?! HELP.. how big is your canvas.. what app are you using bc isn't there ones made for what u want to try.. I believe in U!! no matter what i’m sure it will turn out awesome!!! he would be so flattered. his lips would wobble and he'd gasp/whine and hug and kiss u like WHAT!! FOR HIM..?..!!! yeah.

6) akaashi and i’s song :00

wanna say i will by mitski but that’s gonna be in every self-ship playlist of mine. maybe home by reese lansangan.. hesitate to say it’s Our Song but it’s a good one!!

My bones are safe / And my heart can rest / Knowing it belongs to you / My world is changed / And it's cradled by / The comfort that is you

7) monster lover post + ones i like

i wish i had good specific hear me out's but i don’t consume a lot of media with them so the ones i can think of are super basic and boring… i’d need a list in front of me so i could smash or pass. (if u have any in mind let me kneow.) but

the teacher from the girl from the other side. Like it’s my fault. doting adoptive self-sacrificial father figure DON’T TALK TO ME. also i must mention tokoyami. + shirou from BNA if he counts

tai lung from kung fu panda just once. the plague doctor (scp-049) obviously

probably some transformers. i like bumblebee 🩷 THE PACIFIC RIM JAEGERS . gipsy danger of course. striker eureka of course. gipsy avenger & november ajax & valor omega (Sorry.). azure defiant omgg PILIPPINS! 🇵🇭🇵🇭

i can usually get behind a “hear me out” if it isn’t like.. super slimey(?) or spikey. they could all hurt me but anything Very sharp/spikey i’m like nooo owwww ouchie nooo..

8) JJK since hell started on earth (+ lenoso!)

I Have been keeping up. unfortunate for my happiness. but Dear God. finding that out two hours after a comm and on FORTNITE is CRAZY? I’m so sorry. I get it. there’s like 3 vids and 6 pics of me crying. …did u at least win the fortnite match. i thank god every day my main thing is HQ because i just watch guys play volleyball. the manga.. a bit exciting.. hoping for an Ok outcome… maybe if gege has love and megan thee stallion in his heart

9) demon slayer opinions (+ genya specifically)

i watched the first season of kny but dropped it after hebfhsbjb nothing against it, just not rlly my cup of tea!! but i know quite a few deaths and the manga ending.. i don’t have a fave demon though.. i liked tanjiro + giyuu + sabito (predictable x3). also fond of rengoku (predictable) and mitsuri/obanai (predictable). Is akaza awesome and beautiful. i don't rlly know genya but i’ve seen him and his brother!! I will like him In Ur honour!!! ur friend reporting u for an edit is crazyehsbfjhb STAY STRONG… GENYA! i’m sure he’s fantastic!!

10) bnha + izuku thoughts!

Who’s calling izuku ugly. ☹️ i get u btw Like it’s my fault i’m always fond of the main characters and want the best for them. i don’t usually read stuff for him bUT i fr see the appeal, and he can be soo super interesting/fun to write and read about!! AND HE’S NOT UGLY!! ☹️ he’s very cutieful handsome. grown up deku… vivid and beautiful in my mind… 

11) favourite food, drink, etc. :3

rice . LOL i don’t think i have a favourite food but i love pinoy chicken dishes! my mom's adobo + caldereta + niligang manok. also been eating chorizo de cebu lately.. yummay..

sweet drinks.. frappes & taro boba… i need to expand my palette but y'know. and my fav soda is crush

i said this but i Love Macarons. you give me a plate of macarons i’m inhaling that shit like kirby. also sapin sapin and cheesecake! a great cake in general is so yummayyy

big hazelnut creme chocolate fan. I Love hazelnut chocolate. started when i was a child with kinder eggs and purdys chocolate hedgehogs and here i am

fav cereal is kellogg's krave. obvious chocolate fan here

SUSHI VIBES IS SO INTERESTING i’m pretty sure i’ve never had a piece. like ever. i do like fish… do u have any fave sushi.. i doubt i’ll be trying any soon but for future reference!!

12) anything and everything else ^_^ (mammon + mlp ment.)

Lene i have stuff to talk about at all times and will overshare every time

YAGH! mammon is the avatar of greed and 2nd eldest brother of 7 in Obey Me: One Master To Rule Them All. i actually didn’t like him at first (I’m sorry.) but he grew on me real bad. it’s serious. he's very tsundere which is Not my type but. something happened. He's a softie.. he cares about you and everyone So Much.. he's very empathetic and emotionally intelligent even if he struggles with being vulnerable.. he can generally control his emotions better /gets angry less than his brothers… he gets teased/mistreated a lot.. he loves money and hates working but he loves U even more So Of Course He’d do/give up Anything 4 U.. he's insecure and has called himself worthless on his own Which Devastated Me So Bad i love this guy so much Let’s All Just. oh man.

i Did like MLP. i stopped watching at some point but i want to go back and watch it all.. predictably obsessed with princess cadance and shining armor. I wanted to be her and I wanted him. Predictably. i cried over BBBFF when i was little btw /pos but hm.. my fav show was gravity falls maybe. so good.

we finally fixed what was wrong with the water in the one bathroom in the house that has a bath tub. exciting because i’ve never taken a bath… want to see what it’s like… perhaps use a bath bomb 🤔..

don’t think i’ve processed we’re going to have another person living with us. wow

been thinking about p5 akira a lot. my stupid beautiful loser sopping wet cat idiot handsome prince guy. Do u think 13 year old me would be surprised i still like him or that my bff likes goro or that i ship akeshu. i have 150 ss's from the p5 vn. and when i say he's written like my version of akaashi keiji.. hah......

might deactivate at some point tbh. saying this because i don't think people will read this far so it's like a little secret convo but i feel like i've overstayed my time / don't rlly fit anywhere bshdjsd i'll click delete account and just Stare for a while. like at some point u think about it so much it's like.. girl stop clinging on and just do it. but i don't want to lose my stuff so it won't happen until i put it all somewhere else. which won't be soon because i'm lazy as shit so. that's life i guess. 🤷🏻‍♀️ def won't until i finish my event.. will see if i can at least make it to my blog anni if not my birthday 🤔 would probably come back at some point anyway. also my users... can't lose 6okuto r u joking...

been rocking with pleasure delayer by between friends & rock-paper-scissors by katzenjammer lately.

broken 3 nails this week and may unfortunately break a 4th. my stupid baka life. might just cut the rest and restart... they were all Even. 1/2 cm long bro.. why does this happen to me...

excited to call and ask about my joke bear plate in a few days. i'm 100% sure i didn't do an even number of coats for everything and it'll look wonky in places, but i think that's part of the appeal. the nia 6okuto joke bear brand

thank u for joining and asking lene!! 🙆🏻‍♀️🩷🩷 i like 2 talk so do not worry. would u like some q's back.. a similar amount.. less.. more.. let me kneow. meow

[saltandrosemary]

Yeah, convo recap. I started with being honest and they responded kinda awful at first. Like “that’s what I thought you meant and I was freaking out at work(not my issue, you’re a big boy) so that makes me feel bad” not my issue again, thats what the convo is for. And they shit down a bit and kinda just left.

They kept saying how sad/scared I looked? I didn’t realize that’s how I looked. Truly I was just trying to stay calm bc they immediately started splitting. And my expressions always seem to make them split more. I was truly trying to keep and angry expression off my face and holding back the urge to comfort bc I did not want to

It ended well. I dislike that they were like, “this doesn’t feel like a dialogue” that’s because it wasn’t. It was me trying to set boundaries. I did a good job, I used I feel statements. I did use examples bc they clearly didn’t know what tf I meant. And I’m gonna start sticky noting bc I do not want to clean up after them, and I don’t like their reaction when I ask them to clean as well.

How they responded also wasn’t like super great? Just a lot of like, “but my rsd, but my bpd, my body”(dislike the body when I confided I’d been overexerting My body For Them) and like, I know all that stuff already. I’m just asking to be aware of your fucking actions. Realize that it’s stressful for me. So fucking stressful. That’s like, why I brought it up. Your disabilities have become my issue to deal with, I had to help emotionally regulate, calm you down, bear the brunt of your extreme reactions, help you smoke, go up and down the stairs for you, do your laundry and on and on!

Oh my god I’m mad they brought housing into it to. That’s a low blow. I super dislike that they considered our relationship to be transactional like that. And that they brought that up tbh? 1)you’re not actually providing me housing, your parents are 2)unless I kill you or insult you, they’re not kicking me out. “Housing and something else for helping smoking and helping accommodations” fuck off. I’m getting the worse end of that deal anyway???? Bc we’re supposed to be bff and we are, I shouldn’t have had to be your support worker

I’m glad we had the convo, soph is doing a strange thing, they’re acting kinda angry when they split, I think it’s an attempt to contain themselves. But it comes off as pissed at me. And I don’t think that’s gonna be fun.

Omg and this is a kicker. I told them how laundry sucks, and how they could start helping, washing small loads(watch them not do that), changing it and GATHERING THEIR OWN FUCKING LAUNDRY. Seriously. That’s how they can help. And it wasn’t even their suggesting. I suggest they could be on “gathering duty”(who’s clothes are they gathering? Theirs, just theirs, bc I put mine in the basket!!!!) and they were sooo happy to help! ????(“that’s something I enjoy” bullshit how come you never do it then)help before!!! Wild!! Wild that it took this conversation to pick up your own laundry. Oh, and they can transfer it too. Only problem with that? They’d have to be home for me to do that laundry,,,,yeah it’s a bad fucking deal.

Goddd, pick up your own fucking clothes. I’m not doing it anymore. I won’t, if they leave clothes out for more than a day I’m sticky noting that shit, bc it’d not my job to a)pick it up and b)tell them to pick it up.

If it were in a separate room, nw, it’s your room let it be as messy as you want, but so long as the middle of your room is also the path to the stairs I cleared off, keep that shit clean

And don’t self harm in front of me, or around the corner from me. Don’t fucking put that on me

Great, I fucked up. I wrote s’s name in my little code on a paper and they saw it and bc it’s in a section of unequal friendships their freaking out

[f1nalboys]

Stupid Headcanons About Jake “Hangman” Seresin

(u can accept these or not all i know is they’re true bc he’s in bed w me rn and he told me)

slight nsfw warning for random stuff throughout but nothing explicit <3

- he loves silly cringey cliche nicknames :3 sugar plum, honey bee, sweetiepie, poptart

- in regards to that last nickname it’s bc i fully and wholeheartedly believe

- and know

- that when he is subby (THIS MAN IS A SWITCH YALL) he likes to be called kitty :3 no i’m not projecting what the fuck

- anyways

- he gets called poptart bc he refuses to let the word kitty be uttered in public around him so poptart it is bc of nyan cat :3

- i’ve put some thought into it why do u ask?

- he loves dolly parton

- and old school miranda lambert, like “gunpowder and lead” to “mamas broken heart” era miranda

- he’s actually a bit of a country fan but it’s not pop country does that make sense everyone

- he loves those sea salt and vinegar chips but only the kettle cooked ones

- WINE LOVER

- only likes sweet red wine tho :3

- he turns into a slut when he’s wine drunk btw

- he will get home, unwind, do a silly face mask and put on a robe, and then turn on the most annoying loser youtuber you have ever seen

- HES A YOUTUBE GUY IDC 9 times out of 10 he’s gonna choose to load up a little minecraft youtuber and just get high or drunk and watch it

- i want to smoke with him. that is all

- he’s a giggly high/drunk, he just constantly laughs and is lovey dovey and :,)

- he’s a dog person

- he loves cats but he like a high energy dogs, he’ll take his dog to a park and literally wear himself out too so by the time you drive home both he and the dog are passed out LMFAO

- he refuses to play un-relaxing video games

- if it’s gonna stress him out he’d rather die than play it

- stardew, animal crossing, that new disney game i cant remember the name of! he also like organization games like that unpacking one, he will settle down and play for hours

- HE IS BISEXUAL.

- DONT FUCKING TALK TO ME OK?

- night showerer

- he’s the type of guy to have ur post notifications on but never like or comment and when you ask him abt it he’s like “oh i just like to see when u post :3” like ok?? support me???

- jealous easily but never toxic, does that make sense??

- you’ll be talking to someone and he materializes and goes “SO IM THEIR BOYFRIEND MY NAMES JAKE IM REALLY BADASS AND SCARY.” like relax king the cashier is not trying to fuck me

- he’s a switch :3 i already mentioned that but it’s true

- he gets bed head like crazy

- he does random little vocal noises sometimes that are similar to a cat going “mwerp?’ if you know what i’m talking about you’ll agree

- doesn’t even mean to do it it just happens

- the most romantic and sentimental mf in the universe

- expect anniversaries and birthdays and holidays to be The Biggest Deal to him especially as an official couple

- the handsomest baby girl ever :3

- anyways that’s all i can think of rn so. enjoy.

[kiwidotcom]

Ok. To avoid annoying people with texts I'm going to just document my night here. Bc im so anxious and need somewhere to put it lol

6:07 waiting outside the realty office. I texted the guy im working for but he hasn't answered. I think the door is open but if I go in now it'll make me seem later than I was. Plus he said he was running behind so I assume he isn't in there? The dinner im helping with starts in 20 mins. I should just go in but also. My god I don't want to. 2 hours until I can smoke lol

6:13 the inner door is locked and ymhe still hasn't texted me. I guess I could/should call but also . Why are people never on time lol. I used to be chronically late but its actually so impolite and causes so much stress for other people I try so hard not to be. I get that it's sometimes unavoidable but at least communicate???

6:15 Ok ill call in 5 if I haven't heard from him but man I hate phone calls. I'm doing someone a

6:25 update

Omfg so he got me to just knock on the door to go in. He's still on his way and some clients have now shown up. Also the guy who let me in was asking if im an agent here and also has no idea about the event thing

7:02

Ok everyone's here. Food is being consumed. The couple doing it are this elderly mixed race couple. And there's something about knowing they grew up in an even more racist world thst makes them even cuter. All the food is amazing

I feel like we wont be out of here by 8 but honestly im eating food and chilling and everyone is so nice

8:16 okkkk so. Adorable couple, good food. But he originally asked me to be here 6-8. And idk what the plan is. I tidied up. But they might want help loading the car. Also he said he'd pay cash so I'm assuming he won't pay me until we're done . I'm so happy to help but also i hate not knowing what's happening

Ok 12:27 am update

I fully started annoying my friends hence not updating

Left at 8:45. I didn't do more than $50 worth of work but also I could have bounced at 8 so. Ya know.

Been home since 9:20. Actually gotten quite a bit done. Almost completely emptied the room, and the place is tidy-ish. Like 3 loads of garbage / recycling will need to be taken down tomorrow morning lol. But whateverrr. I did ok.i also do. Other substances. My god. I'm ready to do this one every day again. I shouldn't and I won't. But my god I missed it. But also crazy tempted to invite someone over which I know id regret. So thats a downside of it ahagaha

1:52 am 

read that back, so many errors lol. but im not going to correct, its documented now. (remember when you could edit other peoples posts on here lmao) 

so i actually cleaned pretty intensely bc i realized this will set the bar for how me and my roommate with live. got up to get a drink, realized that and ended up cleaning for and hour lmao. upside of aforementioned substance. lol. 

[queenangst]

A Collection of Fic Prompts

These are all genfic/non-romantic fic ideas that I (and some of my friends) came up with in a game where I write a summary for a fake fic title. Some titles have multiple summaries. You can view my tag ‘fake fic asks’ to view the original asks. 

My blanket permissions for prompts apply: Please credit and link me on Tumblr (@queenangst)/on AO3 (achievingelysium). If possible, link to this post/original post. Feel free to use these as prompts or inspiration for any creative work such as fic or art, and feel free to adjust or adapt them to your liking. I’d love to see them!

Please reblog if you like these!

I may end up using some of these in the future (marked with * if you’re interested), but all of the prompts are free for you to use if you’re interested. 

Below the cut is a categorized list of the summaries, by characters/themes, including: 

All Might, Izuku, OFA, and AFO

Midoriya Hisashi/Dad for One

Shimura Nana

Quirklessness

Aizawa, Present Mic, and Shirakumo

Teachers

Dekusquad

Izuku & Bakugou

Izuku

Bakugou

Todoroki Family/Dabi

Eri

Class 1-A

Misc.

All Might, Izuku, OFA, and AFO 

Once Upon a Time

Quirk reversal canon rewrite AU. All Might is a hero with a mysterious Quirk: one that can take and give away Quirks at will. With this Quirk and multiple Quirks given willingly, All Might defeats villains easily. When he meets the strong-willed Midoriya Izuku, he offers Izuku a Quirk and a chance to be a hero.

One for All has been searching for a successor—and his brother’s Quirk, All for One—and finds one in the volatile Shimura Tenko, now Shigaraki. Combined with the power of Decay, Shigaraki’s new Quirk can level mountains and destroy cities.

Izuku has always wanted to be a hero. With a new Quirk and a new enemy, he can be.

Shatter the Sun

All Might walks into a fight he doesn’t expect to come back from. Fueled by rage and grief, he ignores every warning Nighteye has given him and takes down the villain who killed his predecessor… All for One.

All Might limps out of a fight he hadn’t expected to come back from. He defeated his enemy, but it comes with a cost.

And then he wakes up again on the same day, All for One still waiting for him. Each time All Might defeats him. Each time the day restarts. Again and again. All Might had been prepared to fight All for One for the rest of his life, but this is something entirely different.

i’ve been found (but i’m still lost in the morning)

When Toshinori passes on the torch to his successor, he only wishes Nana were there to see it. When Izuku begins dreaming of the past wielders, he begins to feel the weight of the legacy he carries on.

All for One may be gone, but in the wake of his defeat, both Izuku and Toshinori struggle to find their place in heroism and at home.

Cross the Delta

All Might takes Izuku on a road trip in America, and their relationship deepens from mentor and student to father and son.

if only you'd listened

When Izuku complains of headaches and strange dreams, Toshinori doesn’t think much of it beyond offering what comfort he can and painkillers. After all, it’s exam season, and his students are stressed; the common room is loaded with energy drinks and textbooks alike. Izuku also confides he thinks there’s something wrong with his Quirk, but having unlocked two more, Toshinori is under the belief Izuku is simply adjusting.

Then Izuku starts sleepwalking, sometimes with One for All. And there’s the time he almost doesn’t wake up at all, and when he finally wakes up he doesn’t seem like he has control of himself.

Because the closer Izuku has been getting to One for All, a connection has been forming with its other half—with Toshinori’s greatest enemy, All for One.

kiss your fist and touch the sky

After his retirement, All Might is no longer the hero he used to be. But Class 1-A still seems to think so, and quietly All Might begins to learn how to save people in smaller ways.

lead me down the styx

OFA!AU. When Nana dies, a piece of her remains within One for All—just as the other holders have before her. Every time a holder comes close to death, they see their predecessors.

All Might sees his mentor again in dreams a few times, but he thinks they’re just that: dreams. The first time Izuku sees the ghosts of One for All, he’s just nearly broken himself beyond repair. The next time is when he takes a hit meant for someone else. After the next Izuku realizes there’s a pattern, that the ghosts he sees out of the corner of his eye are real and getting stronger, and there’s something they want to tell him.

I Have No Plans to Die Today

Alternating POV. Half is All Might desperately trying to hold on to the remains of OFA as he fights AFO because after all these years he finally has things to live for again. Half is Bakugou trying to escape his captors, not knowing if anyone’s going to rescue him, equally desperate to fulfill his dream of becoming a Hero (from @happi-tree​).

Your Heart In Your Hands

In a world where every year on the day you first meet you see a vision of you and your soulmate’s future together, Izuku and All Might meet under a bridge—and Izuku begins to see a future where he can be a hero.

Bonus notes from my tags: #pl bkdk soulmates bk was scared of the future #tho the future vision is limited i think so bkdk doesnt see anything after ua until after dk meets am #bc that future wasnt quite set in stone

The Aftermath

All Might wakes up in a hospital alone. He has lost his stomach, though perhaps more painfully, his most trusted advisor and sidekick. He has nothing, and no one. And his time with One for All dwindles.

But he keeps going—and meets one Midoriya Izuku.

A story told backwards in six parts, from loving Izuku to meeting him to those lonely years before.

Once Upon a Time

Fantasy AU. The Tale of Two Brothers is known throughout the kingdom, a myth passed down through the generations to explain why Magicks exist. No one expects the story itself to be true, least of all a young Magickless boy on the run from his tormentors. But now? Well, now, Midoriya Izuku knows differently (from @happi-tree​). 

Midoriya Hisashi/Dad for One

But That Was So Long Ago*

Time can’t erase an absence, a person who was never there. Ten years after Midoriya Hisashi goes overseas for business, he re-enters Izuku’s life—not just as a father, but as a vigilante, chasing a lead for a villain with connections to the League. Working with Hellhound, who can manipulate fire and smoke, Izuku begins to notice his new ally’s strange similarities to the father he’s constantly arguing with at home.

You know what family means to me, Hisashi? Resentment

Midoriya Hisashi drags his son Izuku on a short surprise trip to America, where Izuku is separated from his friends as Hisashi teaches him about his business. Izuku is left miserable and angry about the life Hisashi is trying to force him into. What’s meant to be family bonding and their already fragile relationship quickly falls apart, and all Izuku wants is to go home.

Eternal Slumber

In his second year, Izuku and All for One begin to share dreams. Izuku’s afraid All for One is both the person he thought and not, and they seem to share more similarities than Izuku expected.

A Dad For One fic.

In the Flesh*

Right after Izuku enters U.A., Midoriya Hisashi abruptly returns from business overseas, taking an interest in his son’s new Quirk and committing himself to his family again after years apart. Izuku feels uncomfortable with the stranger he calls “Dad,” but stays quiet seeing how happy his mom is when he’s home.

Yet as the school year progresses, Hisashi’s story seems to have different holes. Research into his dad’s business leaves Izuku with dead, outdated links; any questions Izuku asks about work go unanswered; and still Hisashi presses Izuku about his Quirk, driving a wedge between them.

Hisashi’s Quirk is fire breathing—but Izuku accidentally discovers he has a levitation Quirk, too, and more after that. A breakthrough in research connects Hisashi to the address of an old, run-down bar. And a story Izuku’s mentor All Might tells him, of a villain who can take other people’s Quirks, leads Izuku home again, to one Midoriya Hisashi.

Shimura Nana

Oddity Amidst Time

Shigaraki travels back in time and meets his grandmother, Shimura Nana.

Remembrance

Nana’s legacy is a line of death that becomes before her and goes on after her. But what if things were different?

When Nana fights All for One, she wins. Still, the danger of All for One’s lasting influence remains, so Nana makes the decision to leave her son alone as she continues to fight villains and train Toshinori into the Symbol of Peace he wants to be.

Kotaro is the only regret Nana’s ever had. She spends her days wondering what might have been until she meets two siblings who share her smile—and her last name.

if i die young

At the end of his life, Gran Torino gets a chance to travel back in time to when Nana still lived, and the two of them have a conversation about life and loss.

Quirklessness

Out of the Fire

Izuku reflects on how many micro aggressions he dealt with as a quirkless person that evaporated with OFA (from @wildinkling​).

You get used to things, even if sometimes you shouldn't

All Might has carried One for All for a lifetime, and he’s nearly forgotten what it was like to be Quirkless, much less understanding how different Quirklessness is treated in society today. After Izuku confides about what his childhood was like and now navigating life after being a pro hero, All Might begins to spend more time looking for ways to help Quirkless youth feel less alone, fighting a villain of a different kind.

Do Not Go Gentle*

When pro hero—and Eri’s big brother—Deku saves her and sustains life-threatening injuries, Eri does the only thing she can think of. In desperation, she pushes her power and rewinds him, leaving Deku not only young but Quirkless again.

For Years I Have

Midoriya Inko, and coming to terms with a not-Quirkless son, her love and fears for him, and the mistakes she’s made.

Battles are First Lost in the Mind

At fourteen, Midoriya Izuku gives up on his dream of being a hero. He puts away his notebooks and resigns himself to a quiet, Quirkless life.

Four years later and as a new graduate from U.A., Kacchan swallows his pride, apologizes, and asks Izuku for help taking down the villain Shigaraki, hoping Izuku’s analytical skills can turn the tide.

Izuku isn’t sure, but in the end agrees; and four years after giving up he’s presented with his dreams in reach and an entire former class telling him he can be a hero.

changing the subject again and bite your tongue (until it bleeds)*

Midoriya Izuku never talks about being Quirkless, or about Quirklessness. No one would understand it. No one wants to try. The topic rarely comes up, until a new semester begins and there’s talk of a new, Quirkless student in Gen Ed looking to transfer into the Hero Course.

Then Quirklessness is all anyone wants to talk about. Now something Izuku can’t avoid, he struggles to deal with his own past, the piece of his trust he hasn’t extended to his friends, and a look into a life that might have been his.

Aizawa, Present Mic, and Shirakumo

when there’s blood in my ears, i’ll hold you closer

Present Mic had always had a rough time controlling his quirk. The day he finds out about Oboro, he slips. Aizawa is always there to comfort him (from @tolerantbean​).

It’s getting hard to breathe under here with you, my dearest nemesis

The villain Present Mic has a Quirk that could level buildings and cause a lot of destruction. The hero Eraserhead is one of the few people, if not the only person, who can stop him.

At the end of the day, Hizashi and Shouta are best friends, carefully tending to each other’s wounds and never speaking of either heroes or villains. Until a bigger problem forces them to work together.

an empty mirror only shows what's left inside*

Time loop AU. A few days after Shirakumo’s death, Shouta wakes up to find his best friend is alive again. Time has reset—and now Shouta finds himself racing to save Shirakumo this time.

It doesn’t work. Days pass. And the loop starts again.

A mystery forms in the pieces of a strange doctor, a missing body, and discrepancies in the local newspaper. As Shouta fails again and again to save Shirakumo, he must try to figure out why he’s caught in a time loop… and what seems to be happening to Shirakumo after his death.

Come Around (Your Song is Calling)

Hizashi has always known that he and his best friend Shouta are soulmates. It’s why they work. It’s why Hizashi can see the glittering thread that ties them together when no one else can, and in the deep silence when he touches it he hears music.

Shouta goes missing. The bond goes silent. But Hizashi refuses to give up on his friend—not now, and not ever.

shades of blue*

After graduating, Aizawa Shouta isn’t where he wants to be. His decision to go underground is a lot different than most of his peers, and with everyone busy planning debuts and looking for agencies, Shouta feels isolated. The reminder that Oboro doesn’t get to be a hero follows him, yet at the same time the Hero Commission sends Shouta somewhere his Quirk and his youth will be useful—to help infiltrate and take down an illegal Quirk fighting ring.

Unable to confide in Hizashi about the mission or his struggles, Shouta continues to work alone, distance straining his relationships. Pitted against kids only a few years younger than him, each of whom begins to remind Shouta of Oboro, and fighting to keep his head above water, Shouta must keep his secrets close to him or lose it all.

they’ll think of me kindly

It’s easier to think of society in black in white, in heroes and villains. But Aizawa Shouta doesn’t do easy, and Kurogiri—Shirakumo Oboro—certainly isn’t making things any better. In a bid for information and to return Kurogiri to the person he once was, the investigation team brings in a specialist with a Quirk that allows for two people to be temporarily joined mind-to-mind. To experience each other’s thoughts, emotions, and memories with the danger of losing themselves.

Shouta’s scared if he goes in he won’t come back, but he’s also desperate to reconnect with the friend he’s convinced is still in there. Kurogiri consents to the connection. And after deliberation, Shouta does, too.

Together, they’re not just hero and villain, but somewhere in between as Shouta looks for the memories that have been hidden from Kurogiri and relives a few of his own.

Teachers

to die like a martyr (is no way to live)

All Might is beginning to learn to live again, redefining a path of self-destruction after retirement and meeting Midoriya, when he sees his co-worker and friend Aizawa heading down the same lonely path he was on. Reaching out, All Might and Aizawa form a friendship and struggle together so they may continue to teach their students, and to live as people and not just heroes.

Dekusquad

holding you up (while the world crashes down)

Five times Izuku comforted his friends, and one time they comforted him.

Izuku & Bakugou/Platonic BKDK

Do No Harm

Bakugou goes missing when he’s seven. Years later, Izuku still believes he’s alive and out there.

He is—as a Nomu that falters when Izuku recognizes him and calls him “Kacchan.”

for you know my demons, and i know yours*

Izuku and Katsuki parted ways after a mission gone south a long time ago and their relationship soured, but that doesn’t mean that they’re not still drift compatible. A Pacific Rim AU.

let’s start with the past in front

Pro heroes Ground Zero and Deku are sent back in time to when they weren’t the friends they are now, forced to deal with conversations they never had, their younger selves’ broken relationship, while looking for a way home.

Memories of the Dead

Midoriya Izuku’s funeral is held in the summer. They bury an empty casket and look around at all the faces who have outlived him.

Katsuki goes. There’s a lot of reasons he attends Deku’s funeral—for Auntie Inko, for All Might, for Deku himself. Katsuki was the last to see him alive. They’d shared breakfast the same day Deku disappeared.

But Katsuki doesn’t go to Deku’s funeral because he’s dead. Katsuki goes with the hope and gut feeling that he’s alive.

Izuku

Your Claws Rend Flesh

Midoriya Izuku has never been allowed to stay out past sundown. He always comes home early to his mother, the only person who he won’t hurt when he transforms into a monstrous beast.

His new Quirk and U.A. complicate things, to say the least.

Bonus notes: There’s a reason why Inko is so protective of her son, and resistant to him being a hero.

can you hear me?

Izuku, a few years after his pro hero debut, lands himself an injury that keeps from work for a while. Seeing Izuku unsure of what to do, the Wild, Wild Pussycats invite him to spend summer on their property in the woods to recover and recuperate; and, of course, as an excuse for Kouta to see his hero.

He’s happy to slow down, spending time learning to take care of himself, and to enjoy the woods. As he gets his strength back, he hikes often with Kouta, until one day they’re separated when a storm hits. With only a set of walkie talkies connecting them, the two struggle to find each other and shelter, before anything worse happens.

5% luck, 20% skill

Principal Nezu takes on Izuku as a student.

Bakugou

Out of the Fire 

Bakugou as Gordon Ramsey... (from @aizawa-wears-crocs​). 

Snap

Katsuki is hit with a Quirk that dulls physical and emotional feelings. At first it seems fairly harmless to his friends, until he gets hurt and his reaction is much different than anyone expects.  

lead me down the road less traveled

When he’s young, Bakugou Katsuki decides what he wants to be when he grows up: a villain.

And Katsuki always gets what he wants.

Todoroki Family

the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

There’s a ghost haunting the Todoroki mansion. Rumors say it drove Todoroki Rei insane. Shouto has never seen it himself, has only heard footsteps in the hallway sometimes, but one day he discovers the stories are true—and the ghost is someone he knows, his own brother.

The Fire Within You

Scared of the Quirk he’s inherited from his father, Midoriya Izuku runs away from home after a terrible accident. And though the police and his mother search desperately for Izuku, someone else has found him first - an older, scrappy boy whose Quirk is similar to his own. Dabi takes Izuku under his wing, and their meeting lights a fire that may never have started otherwise.

violets are blue | blood is red

Todoroki Rei has been receiving flowers from her husband. At least, that’s what Shouto believes until she goes missing. The key he has to find her is the blue flowers on her windowsill and a tenuous connection to a villain: Dabi, whose motives remain unclear yet who seems to have a particular grudge against the number one hero.

Arsonist's Lullaby

Here is one secret few people know about the Todoroki family: Todoroki Natsuo is Quirkless. He had no power over fire nor ice, and his father never speaks of his Quirkless son—or his dead one.

Studying health and welfare, Natsuo keeps his head down and his anger simmering. He’s no hero like Shouto. Without a Quirk and with too much resentment, Natsuo has never considered the life of heroics or anything related to it—that is, until a strange encounter where bleeding, dangerous villain Dabi asks Natsuo for his help.

Natsuo doesn’t know why he helps Dabi, nor does he understand why Dabi doesn’t seem to want to hurt him. But one encounter with the villain turns into more, until Natsuo realizes one day he understands Dabi better than his own father Endeavor. He doesn’t get why Dabi cares so much or why he feels safe around him. When Dabi offers to help Natsuo leave his life behind, Natsuo is faced with a choice… and his own family.

When the Glitter Fades

When Todoroki Shouto is hit by a mysterious Quirk, he drops, unconscious. Though his friends worry, there seem to be no visible effects. No damage. Nothing wrong.

But as the days pass, Todoroki just… doesn’t wake up. He’s caught in a neverending dream that shows him his own deep desires—his family, whole again and happy. And he doesn’t want to leave.

Digging Dreams Out of the Fire

Moments of recovery between Todoroki Rei and her son Shouto.

Eri

when there’s blood in my ears, i’ll hold you closer*

Even after Overhaul’s defeat, there are still villains looking for more Quirk-erasing bullets, and for the girl they come from. When Eri is nearly kidnapped, Aizawa makes the difficult decision to take Eri temporarily into hiding with him. But their safe houses aren’t as safe as they’re supposed to be either, and Aizawa begins to suspect that the Hero Commission has reasons to want Eri, too.

take your medicine

Aizawa Eri did not like doctors. This was a fact. Eri had also never received proper vaccinations in her very short life. Luckily, her big brothers Mirio and Deku are there to hold her hand, even as she begins to spiral in the waiting room (from @happi-tree​).

Other Characters of Class 1-A

Now You Don’t

Traitor!Hagakure AU. Class 1-A deals with their friend Hagakure’s mysterious disappearance, sharing their favorite stories of her and hoping for her safety as the search parties continue to come back empty-handed. Meanwhile, Tooru contemplates if going to the League was the correct decision - or if her new Sensei only sees her as another tool (from @happi-tree​).  

My Grand Plan

Hagakure Toru is surprised in her second year when she’s approached by a support and hero management firm that promises they will make people pay attention to her, but soon she accepts the offer to work together. But soon Toru realizes the firm’s support gear, plans, and inviting environment seems to cover something suspicious. And when they ask Toru for more information about her classmates and school, she begins to wonder if the support is for heroes or for villains.

visual (invisible)

Toru’s internship is drawing to an end, and though she’s grateful for the experience, she’s glad to be heading back to normal with classes and lunch with her friends without looking over her shoulder all the time. Not that anyone sees her, anyway, if she doesn’t want them to.

On her last day, she takes a bullet to the shoulder, and that’s when things fall apart.

They can see her. Toru’s friends, her classmates, her teachers: they can see her. It’s Toru’s childhood dream come true, all her prayers to the distant stars in the dark of night, her birthday wishes. No more going unnoticed. No more being invisible. No more of people looking right through her.

But it comes at the cost of her Quirk. Lost, unsure of her next steps, Toru has to figure out what it means to finally be seen when she’s been invisible her entire life, and what it means when she can no longer hide anything to anyone—or to herself.

balloons can’t make you fly

Five times Uraraka solved her problems by making them float, and one time she didn’t need her Quirk for it.

Don't ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash

When the Hero Commission gets involved with concerns about Hitoshi entering U.A.’s hero course due to his “villainous” Quirk, Hitoshi suddenly drops out of U.A. entirely, leaving his friends and teachers concerned about where he’s gone.

If the Hero Commission is law, Hitoshi makes the decision to defy it, taking a more direct approach to chasing his dreams: vigilantism.

Do you trust yourself?

Yaoyorozu Momo is supposed to be perfect. She is a recommended student, has a powerful Quirk, and comes from a family with a history of heroics.

But for all of her expectations, Momo knows she has one weakness: a crippling lack of confidence. But Momo’s friends and mentors are happy to teach Momo to trust herself.

A Momo-centric fic that spans her years at U.A. and her first steps as a hero.

Ignorance is Bliss*

Maybe Kyoka shouldn’t have been listening to Midoriya and All Might’s conversation, but she was curious. She ends up hearing more than she should—but not quite enough to get the full story.

Struggling to come to terms with “All Might’s legacy” and a connection to the villain who destroyed Kamino, All for One, Kyoka asks her classmate Todoroki for help unraveling a secret. The two form an unlikely team and friendship as they begin looking for the truth: about All for One, All Might, Midoriya, and the ties that bind them together.

Fear the Anger of a Kind Soul

There’s a bit of an unspoken rule in the dorms. Don’t mess with Uraraka.

Mineta tries. The story starts with him trying to sneak into her room, and ends with an expulsion, a few holes in the ceiling, and a social media post gone viral.

Dissociation Potion

Todoroki, in a spur of bad-decision making, makes a drink he found browsing social media.

It’s not pretty.

A Siren's Call

AU—Jirou Kyoka is an up-and-coming singer, known better as JACK!, pursuing her dreams in music after graduating. Her fast track through school and constant work leaves her lonely. Though she won’t admit it, she’s on the path to burnout; even as her fanbase grows, Jirou feels like no one really listens to her.

After performing at a Hero Gala, there are suddenly more eyes on her than usual, including villains. When she’s attacked, pro hero Creati saves her, and they become friends. Creati, or Yaoyorozu Momo, introduces Kyoka to more pro heroes; suddenly Kyoka has friends her age who like her music but more importantly like her.

Not everyone approves of Kyoka’s new friends, especially not her manager. Rumors start on social media. And a dangerous accident almost threatens to tear Kyoka’s friendships apart, but she’s determined not to lose the people she’s come to care for.

dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight

One by one, students at U.A. disappear overnight. No one knows where they’ve gone, or what happened.

Tension grows as parents panic, investigation turns up nothing, and the teachers search desperately for their students. That is, until Aizawa discovers a calling card left behind, half-hidden, on which is carefully written: Let’s dance.

What’s revealed is a Quirk trafficking ring—targeting powerful Quirks, with no better to choose from than the most prestigious hero school in Japan.

Cross the Delta

Asui Tsuyu knows even at the young age of seven that her froglike features make her an oddity amongst her peers. She tries to let their jeers and taunts slough off her like water, but they seep under her skin instead. A Hero with a Mutant Quirk helps her to see differently. Asui Tsuyu will become a Hero, oddity or not (from @happi-tree​). 

Miscellaneous

Revenge of the Roses

A non-deadly Hanahaki fic in which characters try to get each other to fall in love without falling in love back.

They’ve got a deadline: exams, when Hanahaki will get them out of it. They’ve got dates planned.

And, well, it doesn’t seem to be working. (Either the characters stay as friends and end up doing really nice things for each other, or they’re both falling in love. Oops.)

Run If You Can

Tensei’s hero career is— well, it’s over. There’s no wheeling around the fact, but that’s okay; he knows Tenya will be a great hero following in his footsteps and carrying the legacy of Ingenium.

It’s just that some days Tensei wheels down the hospital halls and realizes he’s become of the people that needs the saving, not the hero anymore. It’s just that some days he gets a call from the office or a bouquet of flowers and feels worse for the well wishes, not better. It’s just that some days he remembers it’s all over, and he’s one of the tragedies.

He doesn’t regret Stain. He doesn’t regret standing up to him, or lying in the street bleeding out knowing he might have saved someone else. But he doesn’t know what to do now.

There’s no running when you can’t run anymore.

[honey-makki]

xct for yaku and noya for the sweet and spicy of its open?

THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME DO THIS. I DESERVE TBIS.

Yaku Morisuke

I want to marry this man and give him that good gawk gawk slurpy upsidedown tornado 2000.3

🍭sweet🍭

c- crush

He’s a confident person but he doesn’t handle failure or rejection super well. It motivates him to do better but it really sits with him and romantically that’s super scary bc he doesn’t really know how to handle it or “do better”. Honestly he won’t ever confess. he is def someone who would like assume you are dating after spending a bunch of time/nights together and doesn’t ever explicitly define the relationship until you ask. Probably calls you his girlfriend in passing and you are like 👁👄👁

t- telephone

Top tier memes. Will bully you if you don’t crop yours. He is annoying but in a funny sarcastic way. He will send you every single vulgar copy pasta he finds bc he thinks their funny. Expect to wake up on Christmas to a message about “being naughty for st. nick” or smth. Will text you to remind you to eat/drink water specifically when you are stressed. Also prefers admitting things via text bc he’s bad at ✨ communication ✨

x- xenia

Shitty host. I’m confident. He likes having his own space and will not let you in if you come over unannounced unless you are in trouble or need help bc ne is a mom friend his place is always really clean and hates when people don’t do things the way he likes but knows that it’s an irrational fear. Will host game nights willingly bc he’s a competitive fuck and loves winning. Will not host any other group hang outs tho.

🌶spicy🌶

c- cum

his cum is a lil runny and messy. That’s unfortunate because he loves fucking you through his orgasm and it’s always messy and sticky. Only has one or two in him but can hold off for a bit. Doesn’t take that long for him to bounce back tho. His loads aren’t super big just always ends up messy. He loves tasting the two of you mixed together and kissing you after.

t- toy

He’s got so many. He’s a dom leaning switch but loves using vibrators specifically. Will fuck you with a vibe on your clit. One) because it helps you take his cock but 2) he loves looking at you squirm and just twitch and cum like crazy. Seeing your cunt twitch is literally the best thing here ever seen. He has a strap and multiple dildos that fit on it for you to chose from. His favorite is a long thinner purple one that also rubs against your clit. Won’t admit it but loves when you use a vibrator on his cock when he’s restrained bc he can’t do anything about it and it’s such a unique feeling.

x- xray

he has a monster dong. not even joking. second biggest dick in hq!! Only second to mattsun “horse cock” issei. thick and long and honestly matches his big dick energy. Everyone in the locker room is 👁👁 at him. has to buy an extra large cup in order to not fucking destroy himself diving for balls. His cock is ... daunting but appetizing. You probably can’t fit yourself hand around it and will struggle to suck him off fully but when you do he nuts instantly bc he’s so proud of u. his tip is always red if he’s aroused and is always coated in precum. Tbt to when @satendou and I spent like an hour and a half talking about Yaku’s dick.

Nishinoya Yuu

🍭sweet🍭

c- crush

Is the most confident. Shoot him down and he’ll just try again. He will eventually get the memo but probably only after kiyoko or suga tell him to stop. Is very honest about how much he likes you but acknowledges and assured you it’s ok if you don’t like him that much. he just feels a lot ok 🥺 not nervous, might bring you a snack/gift when he confesses. Will ask you to come see him play/practice because he thinks he looks cool and he’s right and wants to impress you.

t- telephone

Not the biggest fan of emojis and his memes are less memes but slightly outdated reaction photos. He doesn’t know how to type without caps lock and explanation points but it’s kinda endearing. Types like a stream of consciousness so if he remembers what he’s talking about while trying explain it he just adds it at the end. “IT WAS JAZZ? THERE WAS SAXAPHONE AND FELT ✨SENSUAL✨ I tHINK THERE WAS A BE— CARELESS WHISPER THATS THE SONG” Is one of the only people who uses voice memos. Has a lot to say and uses them to “text” you when he’s working out.

x- xenia

he tries ok. he’s so excited you came over and wants to entertain. His house is endearingly messy. It’s not gross just well lived in. Will offer you anything to you from tea to blankets to like the shirt off his back. ok please hear me out on this part. will smoke you out e v e r y t i m e. he like smoking and it mellows him out and like who are you to say no to free weed.

🌶spicy🌶

c- cum

MESSIEST BOY. MESSY MESSY MESSY. wants to cum on your pussy or fave and play with it. Will pull out just to cum on your push and move it around with his cock. If it’s your face it’s spread on your cheeks and mixed w spit. Can do like 5 rounds but has like zero control over his orgasm. Takes a decent time for him to recharge but if you still wanna go he’ll happily eat you out for hours 😌

t- toys

Has toys but they’re all for you. He has a dildo and few different type of vibrators. He loves buying you cute little plugs and fucking your cunt with one shoved in your ass. If he’s feeling frisky he pushes the vibrator against the plug and you almost always cum immediately. Loves to tie you up with red silks that match his favorite set of lingerie you own. Doesn’t really have an opinion on toys being used on him bc he doesn’t need it but if you insist he will relent and will try anything once. he would love being pegged you just haven’t tried yet.

x- xray

Long dick!!! Why short guys always got long dicks?? Girth is average but length is 🥵. Has a pretty significant curve to the left and is a grower. he might fit all the way in you but it’s gonna hurt a bit. Especially at the page he goes. Curtains do match the drapes. Nearly trimmed with a stupid ass blonde streak that he loves too much. He do a lightning bolt once and that you did like.

[obsessive-ego]

a cute thought i had today to try n feel less stressed: beej coming across his s/o passed out in an uncomfy position with a book in their hand, and he either picks them up n carries them to bed (including cuddles bc lets be real, hes a cat) or just picking them up and cuddling with them wherever they are like "hey babes, sorry for wakin ya. go on back to sleep, your good ol ghost with the most is here now"

I myself could use some soft content so why not

...

It wasnt uncommon for you to just pass out, hell back when you were a student you'd nod off during most classes regardless of what time it was. As an adult you got a bit of a handle on the whole falling asleep thing, but there were still times were exhaustion and burn out will get the better of you, between work, soical obligations, emotional burn out, and keeping up with the ghoul that has claimed you as his pal, could anyone blame you for just passing out?

Beetlejuice thought it was quite odd, at first it delighted him that you trusted him enough to just nod off with him present. Once During a movie night after a hard day at work you fell asleep while leaning against the demon, and he was thrilled, if you were awake at the time you would have seen how pink he was at such a simple thing. Unfortunately once you woke up he teased you for it, "movie too boring babes?" And "if I'm so comfy how about you take me to bed with you?~".

Beetlejuice was out and about doing his thing, like he does, so you took this opportunity to enjoy some much needed quiet time, it's not like you didnt like Beetlejuice's loud personality, quite the opposite, you adored having him around, not that you had the balls to say it, but sometimes you need some time just for you.

Chilling in the living room on the couch, a hot cup of tea and a book from your ever growing 'must read' pile, you can finally relax, it's been a long week, between work being a mad house, and loads of negativity in the news, you can finally spend a few hours ignoring all of that.

Beetlejuice returning home, making a big scene, as he does, appearing in your bedroom, where you normally were around this time, smoke, lights the whole nine yards, imagine his disappointment to see you weren't there.

Slighting annoyed at his wasted entrance, he floats around your apartment looking for you, floating into the living room he freezes at the sight, his cute breather fast sleep, hunched over in the couch, looks like you were reading, book on the floor infront of you. Beetlejuice couldnt help but chuckle, your back is gonna kill if you stay like that.

The demon floats over to your sleeping form, trying his best not to wake you, as much fun as it was to scare you awake now was not the best time, he knew how burnt out you were and decided to hold back. With a snap of his fingers you were in his arms, bridal style, you hum, opening your eyes, before you could ask what was going on beej interrupts

"hey babes, sorry for wakin ya. go on back to sleep, your good ol ghost with the most is here now" it was a whisper, you didnt think he was capable of being quiet.

The ghoul holds you tight and heads to your room, in your drowsy state you weren't quite sure, but you could swear he was purring. The demon lays you down onto your bed, he sighs "ya know sweets, I dont mind keeping ya company while you snooze, if ya dont mind of course"

You hum in response, that was all the consent he needed from you, the demon slides in next to you, Beetlejuice absolutely adored the heat you gave off, he would take every opportunity to put his hands on you, this, spooning you? It's like gold, the ghoul nuzzles close, burying his face in your hair, wrapping his arms around your waist, he purrs in contentment.

"Just take it easy sugar, I got'cha"

[viranlly]

Viranlly hosts Thanksgiving Dinner.

in partnership with Wines of British Columbia.

IT’S CRUNCH TIME Y’ALL!

I don’t even where time went but here we are now, just over a week before Thanksgiving. The aroma of PSL is in the crisp fall air, the days are getting shorter, and the meals we preppin’ are getting cozier each day. The holidays are upon us and so is the (grape) harvest month.

To celebrate both festivities, I’ve teamed up with the Wines of British Columbia to come up with some fun thanksgiving recipes and of course delicious BC wine pairings to go with them. I’m skipping the turkey, because let’s be honest, I don’t trust myself with a bird that size, nor that I have the space and capacity both physically and mentally to handle a turkey. I want to make sure that this holiday cooking will be as stress-free and as boozy as possible, because we all deserve that kind of holidays.

Please note that these recipes serve 4-6 people.

First thing first, it’s not a dinner party at Viranlly’s without a damn-well-put-together CHARCUTERIE AND CHEESE BOARD. Here’s the fun part about this board: there’s no recipe. The trick is you want to make sure you have a balance in flavours, textures and colours (because ya know.. aesthetic). 

THE MEAT : variety of cured meats with different flavour profiles - hot genoa salami, prosciutto, iberico ham, chorizo, and capicollo are always a great start.

THE CHEESE : make sure you have at least hard and soft cheese, everything in between never hurts either - jammy brie or camembert is a crowd pleaser, manchego is delicious, especially when you can find the truffle-y ones. Can never go wrong with parmigianio-reggiano, or a nutty pecorino. Aged cheddar and smoked gouda if you want a little funk. The possibility is honestly, endless.

THE FRUITS AND VEGGIES : grapes and olives (olives are veggies, right? I prefer unpitted Castelvetrano) are staple on my board. Seasonal fruits and veggies always add amazing flavours to the board : pears and figs in the fall, peaches and berries in the summer.

THE EVERYTHING ELSE: honey, hummus, nuts, preserves, bread, crackers, pate, and everything your heart and stomach desire.

I always love to start the night off with a bottle or two of bubbly, something really crisp, citrusy and refreshing. The Howling Bluff Faux Paw has a ton of berry notes with a just a zest of spice, perfect to be enjoyed with everything on this board. Another great bubbly is the Haywire Pink Bub, which, we consumed throughout the summer. 

The next two dishes are heavily inspired by my friends’ thanksgiving last year, with a view adjustments to meet what I have readily in my, and most kitchens.

This RADICCHIO AND SQUASH SALAD is my definition of the perfect autumn salad: rich and nutty, a hint of bitterness and lots of crunch.

THE VEGGIES: 

1 medium-sized delicata squash, sliced up to half-an-inch-thick half moons (wow that’s wordy). Toss them in olive oil, salt and pepper before hitting the 450F preheated oven for 25-35 mins, or until  fork tender. Occasionally turn your sheet tray to make sure they’re cooked evenly, and flip the squash over halfway. 

Tear up and cut one head of radicchio into quarter, soak them in ice bath for a couple minutes before assembly. 

Thinly slice one medium-sized asian pear, toss in the juice of half a lemon and season with salt and pepper. 

THE DRESSING: 

Toss half a cup (minus a handful for later) of pecan, or walnut, or hazelnuts (really, any nuts you have around -- 2 tablespoon peanut butter work too), 1 small shallot, juice of half an orange and one lemon, 1 tablespoon dijon mustard, a splash of red wine vinegar and 2 tablespoon maple syrup (or honey) into a blender. Blend together and gradually add in a 1/4 cup of olive oil until a silky consistency is achieved. Season with salt and pepper.

THE ASSEMBLY: 

Spread leftover nuts in a small sheet tray, drizzle with olive oil, salt and one tbsp maple syrup.Put them in the still-hot oven just enough to get them slightly toasty. I tend to forget about them and burn the nuts to the ground, so leave this step until the last 5-10 mins before assembly. 

Combine squash, radicchio in a big bowl, coat with dressing. Transfer to serving plate. 

Sprinkle the toasted nuts, and the asian pear allover squash and radicchio.

Shave some parmesan or piave.

Drizzle with some more olive oil and lemon juice, and crack some more black pepper.

I thought this salad can use the brightness and the blossoming freshness of the Orofino orange wine: stunning colour, burst of tropical fruits and elegant floral notes. My mouth is watering as typed this.  

This SAUSAGE AND CORNBREAD STUFFING changed the stuffing game forever. Honestly, you’d never want to eat another crusty, white bread stuffing for any holidays ever again. It’s so very indulgent, buttery, and loaded with aromatics. Crispy up top, soft and moist -- yes, moist inside.

THE CORNBREAD:

I am obsessed with the cornbread from Boulevard Kitchen and Oyster Bar. And since this recipe relies quite heavily on the cornbread, trust me, you’d want to use the best cornbread you can find. In this case, I’ve found the winner. Cut up 1 1/2 lb cornbread to 3/4″ pieces and leave them in a 350F oven for 40 mins or so until they’re dry. Don’t worry we’ll the moisture back later. Transfer cornbread to a big mixing bowl.

THE STUFFING:

Cook and a lb or so of breakfast sausage in a skillet. Break them apart with a wooden spoon and let brown about 8 minutes. Transfer sausages to a plate.

In the same skillet, leaving the sausage brown bits, add 1/4 cup of butter and cook one diced onion and two stalks of cubed up celery until softened. Add three cloves of chopped garlic and one sliced japaleno, cook for another minute or so. Add 1/2 cup of dry white wine and another 1/4 cup of butter and let the liquid evaporate. Add thyme and chopped sage.

THE ASSEMBLY:

Combine cornbread and stuffing in the mixing bowl, add 2 eggs and 1 1/2 cups of chicken stock. Stir them occasionally until cornbread absorbs most of the liquid.

Lightly butter a cast iron pan, or baking dish and transfer mixture in.

Put the pan in the 350F oven for 40-ish minutes then turn up the heat to 425F for 15-20 mins until the outside is crisp and golden brown.

The VinAmité Chanson d’Amour is quite a delightful pairing for this dish. The chardonnay in the blend gives that soft minerality while keeping the palate fresh and peachy. Another great option is  the Unsworth Pinot Noir: plum-y, dark cherry, a swift hint of earthy herbs - brings out the thyme aroma in the dish.

The last recipe is a simple, choose-your-own-adventure kind of recipe to replace the boring old sweet potato casserole. It’s a BYOB: Build Your Own Baked sweet potato bar!

THE SWEET POTATO:

Cut 4 medium-sized sweet potatoes into half and coat them in olive oil, salt and pepper. Put them cut side down on a sheet tray and into a 425F oven for 30 minutes or until they’re fork tender.

THE TOPPINGS:

The toppings, again, can honestly be anything you’re in the mood for buuut these are my three favourites:

Spicy chorizo cooked in vermouth and butter. It’s as simple as it sounds. In a skillet, heat a tablespoon or so olive oil and bloom chili flakes in it. Slice two links of spanish chorizo and toss into the chili oil. Add vermouth and butter and cook until sauce thickens. 

Spicy soy garlic tempeh. Dice one slab of tempeh (I used tempea) into 1/2 cm cubes and season with salt and pepper. In a skillet, add one table spoon of oil and add 2 cloves of chopped garlic. Toss the tempe in, and add 1 tablespoon of soy sauce, and 1 tablespoon of kecap manis. If you like the heat, add 1-2 sliced up birdseye chili. Serve with cilantro and green onion.

Lobster salad. Cut 2 lobster claws into chunks, add the juice of half a lemon and season with salt and pepper. Add 2 tablespoon of kewpie mayo, one teaspoon of honey, and mix together. Add 2 stalks of thinly sliced celery and top it off with dill. Season with salt and pepper as needed.

THE SAUCE: 

As simple as sour cream (or plain greek yoghurt), lemon juice, olive oil, grated garlic cloves, seasoned with salt and pepper.

The salad dressing leftover works well too!

THE ASSEMBLY:

Go wild ;)

The wines for this particular dish can be as playful as you want them to be buuuut I decided to go with something a bit more crisp, fruity and floral like the Tantalus Vineyard Riesling especially if you go on the lobster route. Another great option is the Bartier Bros Merlot, which, is a slightly nutty, savoury with a touch more of cherry and dark fruits. 

Hosting a holiday dinner is a pretty big job and I admit, it can get really stressful but I hope these easy-ish recipes and the wine (I know the wines work) will help you guys through. A MASSIVE thank you to the team at Legends Haul for making my grocery shopping for this dinner SO. MUCH. EASIER. 

And just another PSA that the holiday is the PERFECT time to support you local wineries and enjoy the delicious wines BC has to offer. And BC has A LOT to offer. So, explore, sip and savour your way throughout this Harvest month. Find more information about BC Harvest Month here.

[paradise-creator]

Hi! May I have a romantic heaven box BNHA matchup, please? :)

I'm Flo, a 19 years old bisexual girl.

Appearance: I'm 164 cm(~5'3) tall, with slim, kinda athletic body. I have medium long brown hair and same coloured deer-eyes(probably most attractive part on me), I also wear eyesglasses. I have thin mouth unfortunately. Also, I have a tiny little scar above my right eyebrow(I opened our car's door on my head years ago lolol), it's barely visible. I'm vain and always dress like a lady: so dresses and skirts, I have a classy, elegant or cute style, depends on my daily outfit. I wear light makeup, but not all the time.

Personality: Ambiverted, Virgo with Leo ascendant and Pisces moon. Needless to say, these already represent how confusingly dual my personality is. My behaviour constatntly changes, depending on who I am with: I try to sell myself, being two-faced, wearing a mask(sometimes I appear to be talkative, other times full-stoic), but to people I really do love, I'm quite blunt. Most of the time I'm caring and relatively kind person(but can be an asshole&harsh if tired emotionally). Highly critical, opinionated and rational-thinker, and I usually analyze everything: movies, books, other people, myself. HATE small talk, I always want to talk about some deep shit, sharing my opinions, thougts(only if you ask for it). Enjoy debating. Also, I'm the REALLY clumsy, like clumsy af and I have an invincible talent in getting myself into the most embarrassing, cringe situations. Hate appearing to be weak or crying in front of others(I never do), and generally I can get melancolic and depressed easily. I don't really trust even my loved ones, I always hide my deepest emotional(or whatever) issues, I just can't stand the fact being emotionally vulnerable. Also, I bottle up feelings well. But I can be soft sometimes which suprises people. One of my best friends said, I am suprising, always doing something unpredicted. Additionally, I stress over something all the time. About my humour, it's kinda ironic, dark, morbid, troll-ish; roasting, teasing people 24/7. Don't worry, despite my sometimes serious act, I can be a total dumb idiot. Selfish, vain, lazy,  snobbish hahah. Quite liberal, and I almost never judge people, I mind my own buisness. When I can talk about something I love or just sharing my opinion, I am passionate and be ready for a LONG rambling. Oh, I love alcohol and going out with friends, also I smoke those occassions. Plus, I have god-like hands, everyone told me that I could earn money bc of my massaging skills(I just know by instict how to touch people lol). Oh, and I daydream and zone out a lot.

Relationship: I don't really have a 'type' but I get bored easily: I takes a lot for me to really like in long-term a person, so I fall easier for complex and charismatic ones(but like I said, I can fall for other personalities too!!). I'm a quite difficult person to be with and to love, so I'm suprisingly flexible in a relationship. Only thing I need and without it wouldn't work at all: DEEP CONVOS AND SOME INTELLECT. Also, I have a quite roasting-bullying type humour, so my lover should understand and being able to handle that. Anyways, I'm not much of a PDA person(but I don't mid handholding, short hugs etc. if my partner really want to), and not romantic at all(also cannot flirt hehe), and for a long time I can be bit distant. Love language is words of affirmation&quality time, and if I have to express my feelings I'm best with acts of service. I love cuddling, ppl are suprised when I initiate hugs but tbh I love physical affection. I'm probably more likely the 'friend' lover. I need a lot, lot, lot alone time.

Hobbies/Likes: classical literature, theatre, politics, hiking, sightseeing, mysteries, reading about disappearances(crimes), trying out new things, yoga, running, horse riding, table tennis, listening to music

Sorry if I was too long, then just ignore me, hehe~

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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!

The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Flashes of memory

- Such a loser

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I'd match you up with

Bakugou Katsuki, Dynamight

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Sun drops

- Honestly it took me a LONG time to think who you would match with

- There was Momo, Jiro, Denki, and Iida. I just couldnt pick

- But in the end, I choose my first option, Bakugou

- With Bakugou, one is never bored

- His sarcasm and snarky attitude can prove to be entertaining!

- Though he may not seem like it, Bakugou seem like a type of person that will never do small talk

- He's more of a listener tbh

- At first the relationship may be rough but in the end it all works out

- Bakugo is a complicated character, it's hard to read him and that's what makes it exciting

- He isn't into pda but in private, expect some INTIMATE times

- AGRESSIVE COMFORT

- He finds you so cute and entertaining whenever you tease/Bully other people

- ROAST COMPETITION NO CAP

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Flashes of memory

Bakugou: Oi, Dumass!

Requester: Yes?

Bakugou: I Fucking love you so stop being a Dumbass!

Requester: I love you too and I'M NOT A DUMBASS

Bakugo: Your MY dumb

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Random guy: *Flirts with requester*

Requester: *Is trying not to kill the man*

Bakugou: TAKE THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT! DON'T FLIRT WITH MY IDIOT

Kirishima: Ah, here we go again--BAKUBRO DON'T KILL HIM

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Bakugo: OI, NERD

Requester: *ignores*

Bakugo: OI DUMBASS DONT IGNORE ME!

Requester: *Continues to ignore*

Bakugo: Fine! I'm sorry for gatting you mad

Requester: That wasn't so hard now is it?

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Such a loser

"Oi, I heard from Shittyhair you've been criticizing yourself to harshly again. What are you such a dumbass?" Bakugou yelled as she stomped his way towards his girlfriend. "And what if I am?" She replied as she looked away from her book. The brown haired girl was just peacefully reading in her dorm. Nothing much was really going on, she was just studying. She has the tendency to be harsh on herself. And with classmates like hers, it often happens. And as a Boyfriend, Bakugou thinks it's his responsibility and his problem that if his love is sad or hurt or insecure, he will make sure they are loved.

"Get off of the fucking floor and go to bed. We're gonna cuddle and you can't say no as an answer," Bakugo growled. The girl sighed and placed her book down, it's not like she wants to deny anyway. So they went to lay on the bed. Bakugo pulled her head on his chest and wrapped an arm around her." You idiot! Stop being harsh on yourself, dammit," He said as he placed his head on top of hers. "You are already perfect. That's why you got to shut taht pretty little mouth of yours and accept that you are," He added.

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Author's note

Hello there! Sorry for the wait, I was quite tired but here is the Haven box as requested.

[silverlightqueen]

All 3

fratboy!Jungkook (bc I guess I’m a slut for fratboy!BTS) and player!reader - smut, slight fluff

Word Count - 8.4k+

Summary - Jungkook teaches you a lesson and you get more than you bargained for after a party at his frat house...

Warnings - smut, smut and more smut! dom!Kook, oral, dirty talk, intercourse, thigh riding, fingering, overstimulation, slight exhibitionism

a/n: so I’ve been writing this for a while. I think I might do a part 2, just to wrap it up a bit, bc I don’t see this really turning into a series, but I’ll see how I feel lol. Please tell me what you think, I’d love feedback, and check out my other work in my masterlist 💕

One thing I get asked on a daily basis is how I maintain the lifestyle I live. And it’s a simple answer. It’s my lifestyle, and it has been for as long as I can remember. It’s not hard to maintain when it’s all I’ve ever known. It might seem like a lot of effort, but I enjoy it. It’s fun, carefree and easy. It’s a simple escape from the stresses of everyday life. And what is my lifestyle you ask? The easiest way to describe it, I guess, is the female version of a fuckboy. A fucklady, if you will. I lead boys on, sleep with them, and then don’t text them back, to put it simply. And you might think from that sentence that I’m a shitty person, right? Just like that fuckboy that broke your heart a couple years ago, yeah? But I’m actually a decent person, if I say so myself. I just… I get a kick out of the power I hold over all these attractive boys, knowing they’ll fuck with me regardless of what they’ve heard. And I guess it’s affected me watching my friends and sisters get their hearts broken by toxic fuckboys. So I want revenge, and revenge is a dish best served cold. But, one day, I got played at my own game, and got my ass handed to me, by the last person I ever would’ve expected. Jeon fucking Jungkook. 

‘Hey, Jeon, right?’ I ask the boy awkwardly stood in the corner, holding a half empty beer bottle in his hand. ‘Um, yeah. Can I, uh, help you, y/n?’ he asks, stumbling over his words, and I supress a smile at his flustered state. His eyes trawl over my body, taking in my black lace up bodysuit under a pair of nude tie-waist tailored shorts, black velvet heels on my feet and my hair cascading down my back in big, bouncy curls. When his eyes meet mine, a light blush tinges his cheeks out of embarrassment of being caught checking me out. ‘You’re one of the brothers, right? Of this frat?’ I ask, and he nods, blinking rapidly. He’s cute, I guess, in a ’15-year-old school anime club member’ kinda way. But definitely not the type of boy I’d fuck with. I like a challenge; the boys I go for are more like ‘hot guy who I met at his yacht party and drives a Rolls Royce’ or ‘college student that lives off Cheetos and red bull’. Definitely not boys like Jeon Jungkook. I’d chew him up, spit him out, and walk over the crumbs. It’s a shame, but it’s true. ‘Do you mind showing me to the bedroom at the end of the first floor corridor? Park Jimin asked me to meet him in there,’ I ask, showing him my phone screen, the text from Jimin clear as day. ‘Oh, uh, yeah, sure,’ he stutters, pulling away from the wall and leading me towards the stairs.

‘So, I don’t think I’ve seen you before. What course do you take?’ I ask him over the music as we head up the stairs, the volume considerably lower here than down on the bottom floor. ‘I, uh, do the same course as you do. I’m, um, in the same, uh, class as you,’ he says, and I wince out of embarrassment. ‘God, I’m so sorry. You probably know what I’m like, though. So caught up in my own world, and my friends, and gossip,’ I say, and I see him nodding, his back turned to me. I realise that he’s quite well-built, his shoulders broad and his arms straining against his white t-shirt, thighs thick in his blue ripped jeans. ‘Have you prepared your presentation for next week’s seminar, Jungkook?’ I ask, following him down the corridor now, impossibly long. ‘Uh, yeah. Have you?’ he asks, over his shoulder. ‘Yeah. I decided to do it on animal cruelty. I mean, it’s totally gross that loads of designers still use animal fur in their clothes. It’s disgusting. I had to stop shopping at Balmain when I found out they use real fur. It’s, like, totally disgusting,’ I say as we reach the door. ‘Make sure you say hi in our next lecture. I’m always looking to make new friends,’ I say, and he nods again. I turn and open the door, Jungkook still hovering behind me. Jimin lies across the bed, another girl sprawled over the top of him, both of them looking up when I walk in. I smile amusedly as Jimin pushes the girl off him, staring up at me in embarrassment. ‘y/n, I-’ he begins, but I cut him off with a smile, ‘Having fun, Jimin?’ ‘y/n, I’m sorry. I got bored. I’ve been waiting for you for, like, two hours,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Two and a half, actually. Two hours and 33 minutes, if we’re being precise,’ I smile. ‘I’m sorry,’ he repeats, the girl collecting up her clothes in a huff, barging past me in just her underwear. ‘Oh, don’t apologise, babe. You can make it up to me another time, right?’ I say, closing the door with a grin.

I turn around to see Jungkook still stood there. ‘Oh, sorry, I’ll just…’ he says awkwardly, turning to go. ‘No, wait, Jungkook!’ I call, watching him turn back around to look at me shyly. ‘Are you hungry?’ I ask. ‘I guess I could, uh, eat,’ he replies, and I smile. ‘How about we go get some food?’ I offer, intrigued by this boy who hasn’t tried to make a move on me yet. ‘Don’t you wanna stay here?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘With the stoners and drunkards and horny bastards downstairs? No, thanks. I’d rather get food,’ I reply, walking past him down the corridor, hearing him follow behind me. ‘Where from?’ he asks. ‘Wherever you want, babe. You choose,’ I say. ‘We could go to, uh, McDonald’s? There’s one just around the corner,’ he offers, and I smile back at him. ‘Perfect. Shall I get an Uber?’ I ask. ‘I’ll drive,’ he offers as we reach the top of the stairs, and I turn to eye the beer bottle in his hand. ‘This is my first one,’ he says, and I grin, heading down the stairs. I can feel eyes on me and I take Jungkook’s hand in mine, leading him through the throng into the kitchen. ‘Hey, y/n,’ I hear a familiar voice call when I step into the room, and I turn to smile at the boy. ‘Hey, Hoseok,’ I say, Jungkook following me in, the older boy’s eyes landing first on his dongsaeng, and then on his hand in mine. ‘Hey, Kook. You guys, uh, busy?’ he asks, eyeing my figure. I give him a small grin and brush a piece of hair back from my face. ‘We’re just going to get some food, but I’ll make time for you soon,’ I say, and he nods with a small smile. I’ve hooked up with Hoseok a few times, and he’s one of the only boys I’ve been willing to see more than once, Jimin being another of those boys. Poor guy. ‘See you soon, babe,’ I say, walking past him without another glance, pulling Jungkook behind me.

We head out of the kitchen and into the garden, walking past a group of boys smoking weed and a couple making out against the fence. ‘Jihyo!’ I call, my roommate looking up from where she’s playing cards at a garden table. ‘I’m going to get food with Jungkook, I’ll see you back at the apartment, okay?’ I call, and she nods, going back to her game without another glance, used to me heading back early with different boys. We head back up towards the house and the couple making out against the fence break apart. ‘Hey, y/n!’ the boy calls, the girl looking up at Seokjin in annoyance. ‘Oh, hey, Jin. How are you?’ I ask, memories of some of our previous nights flooding into my mind. ‘I’m good. You two going home together?’ he asks, eyeing us. ‘Oh, no, we’re just going to get food,’ I reply, Jungkook silent behind me, his hand still in my firm grip. ‘Well, hit me up if you want to,’ he says, the girl in his arms moving from his grip in anger, stomping away. ‘Aww, you’re sweet, Jin. Thanks,’ I reply, turning on my heel and pulling Jungkook behind me. ‘y/n! You want a hit, babe?’ a voice calls as I walk past the boys smoking weed. My eyes lock with Taehyung’s, and I smile at the stoner boy I’ve messed around with a few times. ‘Hey, Tae,’ I reply, holding my empty hand out for the joint in his hand. I take a hit, feeling Tae’s eyes travel from me to Jungkook. ‘Kook, huh? I’m surprised. I thought you were gonna hit me up tonight,’ he says honestly, and I grin at him. ‘You’re cute, Tae. I’ll hit you up when I feel like it, though, alright?’ I say, and he grins as I hand him back the joint, already feeling a hint of the numb tranquillity that the weed brings on. ‘You got it, babe,’ he calls after me as I walk away, dragging Jungkook along behind me.

As we head out the gate, I walk head first into Namjoon. ‘y/n, where have you been hiding away all night? I was looking for you,’ he says with a grin. Namjoon is basically the king here, adored and loved by students and teachers alike, head of the frat, acing his classes and leading the football team to victory every match. He’s even managed to charm me into bed with him a few times. ‘You couldn’t have been looking hard enough,’ I reply with a smile, noticing the girl stood behind him. ‘You look like you’ve been busy,’ he says, eyeing Jungkook, and I laugh. ‘We’re going for food. You on the other hand…’ I trail off, smiling at the girl behind him who hides behind her hair, obviously a naïve freshman that’s fallen for Joon’s charms. ‘You caught me. Maybe we’ll spend some time together at the next party?’ he offers, and I nod with a grin, brushing past him. ‘Where’s your car?’ I ask Jungkook. ‘It’s the black Mercedes there, next to the Audi,’ he says, someone stepping out of the Audi as the words leave his mouth. ‘Well. If it isn’t the princess herself,’ Yoongi says, grinning at me as a girl climbs out of the backseat of his car, embarrassed. ‘Long time no see, Yoongi,’ I reply with a smile. ‘You and Jungkook, huh?’ he asks, speaking as if the boy isn’t even there. ‘Don’t get jealous. You know there’s always a special place in my heart for you,’ I reply. ‘I would’ve thought my special place in your body was somewhere else,’ he replies, and I laugh. ‘Not today, Yoongi. Soon though, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten you, babe,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Have fun, you two,’ he says as Jungkook pulls open the passenger side door for me. ‘We will,’ I reply, climbing in. Jungkook gets into the driver’s seat beside me, starting up the car wordlessly.

‘Do you have a girlfriend, Jungkook?’ I ask, and he coughs in surprise at my sudden question, driving down the driveway. ‘Um, no, I don’t,’ he replies. ‘Why not?’ I ask. ‘I just haven’t found the right, uh, girl, I guess,’ he replies, and I nod at his reply. ‘What about you? Do you, uh, have a boyfriend?’ he asks, and I grin. ‘Well, I thought you would’ve noticed, but no, I don’t,’ I say, and he cracks a small smile. ‘I didn’t want to be rude and assume,’ he says. ‘You didn’t want to assume that I’d been cheating on said hypothetical boyfriend?’ I ask, and he nods with a light laugh. ‘I might come across as trash, but I would never cheat on a boy. That’s why I haven’t committed to anyone. That, and the sex isn’t good enough,’ I say. ‘So, my hyungs…?’ he trails off, and I laugh. ‘They’re good, don’t get me wrong, but not mind-numbingly good. Not good enough for me to give it all up. Not to mention Jimin being scared of me outside of the bedroom, Hoseok probably being a walking STD, Jin being the male version of myself, Tae being permanently too high to see straight, let alone fuck me well enough, Namjoon being the most desired boy to walk the corridors of your frat, and Yoongi being a certified criminal,’ I say, and Jungkook laughs. ‘That’s the best way to sum them up, I guess,’ he says as we pull up at McDonald’s. ‘So,’ he asks, ‘drive-through or eat-in?’

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‘God, I’m so full, Kook,’ I groan as we pull up outside my apartment block, the engine idling. ‘I’m not surprised. You ate a lot,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘You ate more,’ I retort, and he rolls his eyes. We spent an hour in McDonald’s, eating and chatting. Jungkook opened up after a while, and I realised he’s actually a really nice guy, witty and sweet. But, unfortunately, the nice guy just isn’t my thing. But, still, he intrigues me, and I get the sudden urge to invite him in. So I do. ‘Um, why?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes again. ‘Why not? The night’s still young. We could watch a film, or something,’ I say, and he hesitates. ‘I don’t bite, Kook,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘Okay,’ he gives in and we climb out of the car, heading into the building. We take the lift in a comfortable silence, heading into our darkened apartment. I slip off my heels, Jungkook slipping off his black velvet Puma x Fenty Creepers as he shuts the door behind him. ‘Make yourself comfortable, get yourself a drink from the kitchen, watch the TV. Help yourself to whatever, I’m just going to the toilet,’ I say, heading into the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet, contemplating why I’ve invited him back to my apartment despite him having absolutely no kind of interest in me in any sort. Friendship wise, maybe, but definitely not sexually. I’m surprised he even agreed to get food with me after seeing the way I treated his hyungs, let alone come back to my apartment. He’s definitely a confusing guy. When I go back into the living room, he’s watching a football match on the TV. ‘Football? Really? You’re just as bad as Jihyo,’ I joke, taking a seat beside him. ‘We can watch something else if you like,’ he offers, handing me the remote, and I sigh. ‘God, Jeon Jungkook, stop being such a pushover. Have a backbone, will you?’ I complain, and then the tables turn completely.

He pushes me down onto the sofa, his body hovering over me and his face a few inches from mine. ‘A pushover, huh? Is that what you think I am? God, y/n, I’d heard you were sly and cunning and clever, that you could read people easily, but you disproved that with me. I think you need to be taken down a few pegs, don’t you?’ he says, his voice low and confident, his eyes not breaking contact with mine. My mouth moves but no words come out, seeing as I’m in complete shock. ‘Speechless now, are we, darling? You’ve had an awful lot to say all evening, why not now?’ he asks, one hand holding himself up, the other ghosting down the side of my body. ‘Kook, I’m confused,’ I whisper. ‘You thought you’d walk all over me, right? You thought I was scared and intimidated by you, huh? You thought wrong, babe. I’m not wrapped around your finger like my hyungs are,’ he says before moving off me, standing up beside the sofa. ‘Bedroom. Now,’ he instructs, and I practically jump up off the sofa, heading towards the bedroom. Jungkook follows behind, shutting the door behind us, turning on the lamp that sits on my desk, setting a dim warm glow over the room. ‘You’re such a bad girl, y/n. Prancing around in these tight and skimpy clothes, being unsure of my name, making me take you up to Jimin hyung so you could hook up with him, not even knowing I was in your class. So rude to my hyungs, playing them like fools. They can’t see through you like I can, darling. You need someone to teach you a lesson, need to be punished, don’t you?’ he says, his voice low and his appearance completely transformed, no longer a timid and stuttering boy, but a formidable and intimidating man. ‘Answer me when I ask you a question, y/n,’ he demands. ‘Yes, Kook, yes,’ I reply shakily, our eyes locked over the small gap between us.

‘On your knees, baby girl,’ he instructs, and I drop to my knees instantly. I admire him from my position on the floor, the white t-shirt tucked into the blue jeans, the designer belt holding them up around his tiny waist, dark chocolate locks spilling out onto his forehead, flawless vanilla skin. He walks over to me, the bulge in his jeans right in front of my face. I lick my lips in anticipation, and he chuckles. ‘Look at you, excited to have me in your mouth. Such a dirty girl,’ he growls, unzipping his jeans and pushing them midway down his thighs along with his boxers, his hardening length springing free against his t-shirt. He’s long and thick, his head swollen and red, already leaking precum. He takes his length into his vascular hand, pumping himself a few times, and I feel my mouth watering at the sight. He lets out a low groan as he pleases himself, his head tilting back, and I can feel the wetness pooling in my pants. ‘You ready, babe?’ he says, glancing down at me, and I nod, my lip caught between my mouth. I part my lips, ready, and he chuckles. ‘Go ahead, y/n. Show me why my hyungs love you so much,’ he says, his hand moving away, and I lick my lips with a grin.

I spit onto my hands and run them up and down his length before taking his head into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, his salty precum tasting much better than the McDonald’s I’d just scoffed down, before pulling him back out with a pop. I place my tongue at the base of his length, licking up the vein until I reach his head again, the shaky breaths from him heavenly. ‘Stop teasing me, y/n,’ he growls, and I listen to him, taking him as far into my mouth as I can. He groans, head thrown back as he knots his hands into my hair, my head slowly bobbing up and down on his length. ‘Fuck, y/n, god,’ he groans as I increase my pace, my hands playing with his balls, saliva beginning to drip down my chin. ‘Your mouth’s so good, babe. No wonder my hyungs are so whipped for such a dirty, naughty girl. You don’t even call them your oppas, don’t call me your oppa. So naughty,’ he groans, his words only spurring me on further, my pace increasing. I hollow out my cheeks to try and fit more of him in but still, my lips are nowhere near his base. ‘Take me all the way in, y/n,’ he demands. ‘I can’t,’ I reply, my voice muffled, the vibrations of my words causing his abdomen to contract. ‘You can, and you will,’ he spits, deciding to take control. He begins thrusting into my mouth, his head hitting the back of my mouth, and I try to supress the gags that are forcing their way up my throat. I grip onto his strong thighs as he relentlessly thrusts into my mouth, trying to keep my head still as he makes a mess of me. His groans and grunts go straight to my core, and one of my hands travels down to between my legs, rubbing through the material of my shorts and bodysuit to try to find some kind of release. ‘Fuck, y/n, I’m gonna cum,’ he groans, his thrusts increasing in speed and force, my eyes beginning to water. I try to stop from moaning around his length, knowing it’ll only get me into trouble, as he twitches in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and his eyes lock with mine. ‘Fuck, baby, you look so good choking on my cock,’ he says, his vulgar words making my moan, and then I feel his cum spurting against the back of my throat, our eyes still locked. He moans as he thrusts into my mouth, more of his release spilling into my mouth with each one, until he’s done. ‘Swallow it all, y/n,’ he instructs, my hands still rubbing at my core, and I swallow around him. He pulls out of my mouth and I part my lips, showing him my now empty mouth. He nods as he pulls up his boxers and jeans again, taking in the tears and saliva dripping down my mouth, before his eyes land on the hand between my legs.

‘Are you touching yourself, darling?’ he asks, and I nod with a moan. ‘Up,’ he demands, and I get up instantly. He takes a seat on my bed, his back against the headboard, and pats his thigh. I sit on his thigh and he shakes his head. ‘Face the other way,’ he says, so I turn, my reflection in my floor to ceiling wall staring back at me in the dim light. ‘Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, y/n? Touching yourself while you’re supposed to be pleasing me? That desperate, are you, baby? Well, you can please yourself now,’ he says, his mouth at my neck, eyes locked with mine in the mirror. ‘Go ahead, babe, ride my thigh,’ he prompts, the dirty words going straight to my core, and I don’t think twice, instantly beginning to grind down on his strong thigh. I lean one hand on the bed for support, Jungkook’s vascular hands on my waist, our eyes still locked in the mirror. ‘Faster, baby girl. I wanna hear how good you feel,’ he says, and I let out a moan as I grind down on his thigh, my head thrown back. He flexes his thigh suddenly, the feeling having me moaning out his name, and then I hear the front door being unlocked, knowing it must be Jihyo. I stop moving, ready to do what I always do when Jihyo gets back, which is kick the boy out, but I hesitate with Jungkook.

‘Did I tell you to stop, babe?’ the boy asks, his low voice sending shivers through me, and I begin grinding down on his thigh again, still able to feel him through my shorts, bodysuit and pants, and when his mouth begins pulling at the skin of my neck, my head falls back onto his shoulder. ‘Fuck, Kook, feels so good,’ I moan quietly, and he chuckles at my neck. ‘Louder, babe, I don’t care if your roommate hears,’ he growls, his hands beginning to guide me, flexing his thigh every few seconds. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I shout out, and he grins. ‘That’s more like it, baby,’ he says, pleasure coursing through my veins. ‘I want you to cum, y/n,’ he growls into my neck, and I moan at his words, his hands moving my waist back and forth. ‘Look at yourself,’ he says, and I do as he says, seeing the way my lips are parted and swollen, my face glowing with perspiration, my hair a curly mess around my face. ‘Look at you, babe, so fucked out, and all you’ve had is my thigh. So fucking beautiful. God, the thought of your roommate hearing you moan for me turns me on so much, fuck,’ he groans, my head falling back against his shoulder. Jungkook begins bouncing his thigh, the feeling pushing me over the edge, and I feel myself coming undone. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I shout as my orgasm washes over me, my head still against his shoulder, and he moves me against his thigh slowly, waiting until I’ve come down from my high.

‘Such a good girl, so beautiful,’ he says as I climb off his thigh and off the bed. ‘Come here, baby girl,’ he says, pulling me closer towards him so I stand with my legs pressed up against the bed. His long fingers skilfully untie my shorts and I wonder how many times he’s done this before, seemingly experienced. He pushes them down my legs and I step out of them. ‘Wait. What’s this?’ he asks, pulling at my bodysuit, and I laugh, undoing the buttons between my legs. He grins up at me as he pulls it up over my head, leaving me in just my black lace underwear. ‘Look at this pretty underwear. Who was this for, huh, y/n? Jimin?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘Namjoon,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘You planned to fuck Namjoon, but you couldn’t find him, so you settled for Jimin?’ he asks. ‘No, it’s not like that. It was… Namjoon’s turn,’ I say, already knowing he’ll take the piss. ‘His turn? You keep track of who’s next?’ he asks, chuckling, and I have the graciousness to look embarrassed. ‘Well, I promise you, I’ll definitely be fucking up that schedule,’ he says, pulling me back down onto the bed. He pulls me in between his legs, my back against his chiselled torso, the two of us looking at each other in the mirror. ‘You’re so beautiful, baby. You shouldn’t give yourself to all these different boys, they don’t deserve you,’ he whispers, fingers lightly gliding up my legs and to my stomach, lips moving against the side of my neck, eyes still on mine in the mirror.

Without warning, one of his hands delves into my pants, one long finger sliding up my slit. I moan out, head back and eyes fluttering closed as he takes his hand back out. ‘Look at me, baby,’ he says, and I watch as he slips his finger into his mouth. The sight has my stomach tightening and I bite at my lip as he takes his finger back out of his mouth. He holds it up in front of my mouth and, obligingly, I part my lips, taking his finger in. He tastes amazing, something sweet with the aftertaste of beer and the caramel frappe we’d just shared. ‘You taste so good, babe, I wanna taste you,’ he says, watching as he takes his finger back out of my mouth. ‘Please, Kook,’ I moan, and he chuckles. ‘So needy, babe. Are you this needy for my hyungs, huh?’ he asks. ‘No, Jungkook, only you,’ I reply, and he grins at me. He turns my chin to face him and presses his lips to mine, our mouths instantly moving against each other, tongues sliding together. His hand travels down into my pants again and he plunges a finger between my folds. I moan into the kiss as he slowly pumps the finger in and out of me, curling it against my walls. He adds another finger a moment later, his thumb slowly beginning to circle my clit, the feeling numbing my mind. ‘Jungkook, more,’ I moan out against his lips, and he adds another finger, chuckling lowly into my mouth. He slowly builds his pace, breaking apart from me to watch me in the mirror, and my feet curl into the bedsheets, my hands gripping onto his strong thighs. His thumb presses down on my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me, taking small intervals to spread my slick around my folds before delving straight back in again. After one particularly satisfying curl of his fingers, my head falls into the curve of his neck, my mouth open in a loud moan of his name, my nails digging into the flesh of his thighs through his jeans, and he hisses, his movements stopping.

‘Ah, babe, your nails,’ he says breathlessly. ‘Sorry,’ I say, my hands relaxing instantly, and he laughs. ‘Don’t be, I like it,’ he replies against my ear, his fingers beginning again. All too soon, I feel myself hurtling towards my orgasm once more, my legs twitching as I continue clutching onto his thighs. ‘Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan, and he stops his movements. ‘You wanna cum, babe?’ he asks, and I nod at him in the mirror, putting on my most innocent face. ‘Words, baby girl,’ he prompts with a sly grin, and I discard my pride. ‘Yes, Jungkook, please, your fingers feel so good,’ I reply, and he lets out a low moan beside my ear at my words. ‘Then fuck yourself on my hand until you do, babe,’ he growls shamelessly, his words rushing straight to my core, and without even thinking about it, I begin grinding down onto his hand, the pads of his fingers scraping against my walls, his thumb being pushed against my clit. ‘Fuck, y/n, you look so hot fucking yourself on my fingers. Shit, I’ll cum in my pants at this rate,’ he groans, eyes darting up and down my body in the mirror, my head tilted back against his shoulder as I grind down against him. ‘Fuck, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I nearly scream, my exclamation punctuated by a shout from Jihyo, ‘Can you two keep it down in there?’ I fall still on his hand, and he chuckles. ‘I didn’t fucking tell you stop, y/n. If you don’t start fucking yourself on my hand again, I’ll have you hump your fucking pillow instead,’ he growls into my ear, his crude words making me resume my movements. Only seconds later, I can feel myself coming undone, shouting out his name uncontrollably. ‘Fuck you, y/n, you freaky bitch!’ I hear Jihyo shout followed by the slamming of the front door, indicating she’s gone out, the two of us laughing lightly. ‘Good girl, y/n. Fuck, my hand’s soaked,’ he says, pulling his hand out from my saturated pants and licking his fingers clean. ‘God, you taste so fucking good,’ he groans, eyes closed, and head tilted back.

He looks so beautiful, and I can’t believe I doubted his appearance earlier. His silky hair is now pasted down with perspiration, his dark eyes dilated and sparkling, his skin glowing in the dim light. He’s completely transformed into a new person, someone that definitely coincides with my type of guy. ‘Think you’re ready for me, babe?’ he asks, less of a question than a challenge, and I nod at him in the mirror, the feral grin that appears on his face doing unimaginable things to me. ‘How do you want me, Kook?’ I ask, and he ponders this for a moment, tugging his lower lip between his teeth, the sight making my stomach clench in lust. ‘Are you up for something… different?’ he asks with a smile, my eyebrow raising in amusement. ‘What kind of different?’ I ask, and his smile widens. ‘Have you tried standing up before?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘Obviously,’ I reply, and his smile grows even more, if that’s possible. ‘Then this shouldn’t be too hard for you,’ he says, both of us climbing up from the bed. He pulls his t-shirt up over his head as I unzip his jeans, pushing them down his legs, watching as he steps out of them, pulling off his socks in the process too. His body is a masterpiece, all flawlessly tanned skin and hard muscles, tiny waist and broad chest, strong thighs and built arms. ‘Okay, how have I not noticed you before? You’re, like, the best-looking guy I’ve seen in my life,’ I say, and he chuckles, becoming slightly embarrassed. ‘Honestly, Kook, I’m not kidding. You’re so goddamn good-looking, and your body is fantastic. And you’re actually a great person too, not a superficial walking dick like most of the boys here,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m nothing compared to you,’ he says, motioning to my body, and my jaw drops open. ‘Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous. I’m literally fucking swooning over you,’ I say, and he laughs embarrassedly, scratching the back of his neck. ‘Stop, you flatter me too much. And besides, every guy on campus would kill to get into your pants, y/n. You’re like some sort of goddess around here,’ he says, and I roll my eyes with a small smile. ‘Okay, as much as I’d like to convince you that you’re an otherworldly looking guy, I really don’t want to get stuck in a compliment battle when we’re literally about to fuck,’ I say, and he lets out a laugh.

I step towards him, getting up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his, feeling him smiling against my mouth as his hands appear at the clasp of my bra. He expertly flicks it open, pulling it off me, and his large, calloused hands appear at my breasts, rolling my nipples in his fingers. I moan out against his mouth and he grins before pulling away. ‘Best noise I’ve ever heard. You’re gonna have to send me a voice note of you moaning, baby girl, because I really don’t think there’s anything I’d rather listen to,’ he says, and I laugh at his words. ‘Have you got condoms?’ he asks, and I nod, pulling one out of my bedside table. I pull his boxers down to his ankles, ripping open the package as he steps out of the material. I roll the condom down onto his hard length, his breathing hitching in his throat at the contact, and he pumps himself as I pull my pants off. He turns me around so I face the mirror, the tall boy stood behind me, and we lock eyes in the mirror. ‘If this hurts or it’s uncomfortable, tell me straight away, okay?’ he says, and I nod as he moves as close as he possibly can. ‘Bend your leg up to your chest, babe,’ he says, and I do so, one of his arms snaking around me to hold it in place from under the knee. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and I nod, heat pulsating in anticipation. We both watch hungrily in the mirror as he slowly slides his length all the way in to me, the feeling of being more full than ever before having me moaning out. ‘Fuck, y/n, stop clenching, I’m gonna fucking cum straight away,’ he says, and I try to relax my muscles, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. ‘Can I move?’ he asks, and I nod eagerly. He slowly begins thrusting in and out of me, one hand digging into my waist and the other holding my leg up. We both let out low moans and groans, watching the lewd actions in the mirror with keen eyes, but it’s not long before I’m impatient and wanting him to speed up. ‘Faster, Jungkook,’ I urge, and he chuckles. ‘So much for me thinking I’ll be a gentlemanly and start slowly,’ he says, not giving me a chance to reply before he pulls almost the entire way out. With a rough thrust, he slams all the way back into me, and I let out a loud cry of his name, head falling back onto his shoulder. Again and again, he fucks me from behind, his thrusts hard and fast, his hips snapping up against my back. Moans and whimpers of his name repeatedly fall from between my lips, tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes at the intense pleasure.

‘Look at you, screaming my name like a desperate slut when you didn’t even know it a couple hours ago. Letting me fuck this tight pussy after choking on my cock like a good little girl. You’re such a good girl for me, y/n. Not like this for other boys, are you?’ he asks, his words mixed with his cock filling me up repeatedly having my slick dripping down my leg, the image clear as day in the mirror. ‘Answer my fucking question, y/n,’ he growls, not letting up with the furious pace, and I can feel myself already nearing my third orgasm of the night. ‘No, Jungkook, only you,’ I moan out, the pornographic images in the mirror having me nearly at the edge. ‘Jungkook, I’m gonna cum,’ I cry out after a particularly hard thrust, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening considerably. ‘Not until I say you can,’ he says, his voice strained from the effort of holding me and himself up, but unfortunately, I’m unable to exercise any kind of self-control. I hit my orgasm with a scream of his name, shaking in his arms, and he continues to relentlessly thrust into me, even after I’ve come down from my high. ‘Only a minute ago, I was saying how good you were, and now you go and disobey me?’ he says, his words interrupted by low groans, our eyes locked in the mirror as he slows down slightly. ‘Sorry, Kook,’ I say shakily, my breathing laboured, and he grins. ‘I’ll make you sorry,’ he says before his pace increases again, even faster than it was before.

The overstimulation kicks in, my sensitivity having tears pouring down my face. ‘Jungkook, I can’t,’ I cry out, my weakening body falling back against his. ‘You wanted to be a greedy slut and cum before I let you, so this is your punishment. Take it like a good girl, and I might be nice,’ he growls, his head of his cock repeatedly hitting the soft spongy part inside me. ‘Rub yourself,’ he prompts, watching me in the mirror, and I know he’s revelling in my wrecked appearance, knowing he’s the cause of the tears falling down my flushed face. ‘I can’t,’ I breathe out, and his grip on my waist tightens. ‘I’m not gonna fucking tell you again, y/n. Rub your fucking clit like the slut you are,’ he spits out and one of my hands begins rubbing slowly at my clit, not daring to disobey him again. ‘That’s a good girl,’ he says with a smile, and I can feel myself nearing my orgasm already, surprised he doesn’t seem close as well. His pace is relentless, hips repeatedly snapping up to my back, filling me up to bursting point. The only sound in the room is our moans and skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex stronger than I’ve ever encountered before. The mixed sensations of him fucking me and my hand rubbing slowly at my clit have me moaning every few seconds, sounding more like a porn star than ever. ‘I’m close, y/n,’ he says, the hand that’s on my waist slapping my hand away and taking its spot, only his pace and much faster than mine, hand furiously rubbing at my clit. ‘Fuck, Jungkook!’ I scream out, head falling back onto his shoulder, his mouth right beside my ear so I can hear all of his moans and grunts at full volume, the sounds only pushing me closer to the edge. ‘Cum for me, y/n,’ he prompts, and almost as though my body is hanging on his every word, my orgasm washes over me. I scream out his name at top volume, body convulsing against him, and he reaches his orgasm then, moaning out my name, continuing to thrust into me as his hand rubs at my clit. Once he’s come down from his high, he pulls out of me slowly, the feeling of emptiness having me shivering as he puts down my leg. He pulls off his now full condom and throws it away as I lay down on the bed, breathing heavily after having four orgasms.

‘Hold on, babe, don’t get comfortable. I’m not done with you yet,’ he says from where he stands beside the bed, grinning down at me. ‘What?’ I breathe out, confused as he settles himself on the bed between my legs, lying on his front. ‘I’m a perfectionist, and it physically pains me to leave your orgasms at such an… odd number,’ he says with a smirk. ‘Four’s even,’ I say pointedly, wondering if he has memory loss. ‘I know, but five is just so much better, don’t you think?’ he says, looking up at me with a grin as he pulls my legs apart, licking his lips at the sight of my glistening core, soaked with my multiple releases. ‘Jungkook. I can’t take anymore,’ I sigh as he leaves open mouthed kisses up my thighs. ‘But you’ve been handling it so well, you’ve been so good for me,’ he says, slowly pushing a finger between my folds. ‘Please, Jungkook, I can’t,’ I whine out, the overstimulation all too much as he pumps in and out of me slowly. ‘Listen to me, y/n. I am gonna eat your sweet little pussy until I’ve had enough, and you are gonna cum on my tongue like the good little slut you are. Understand?’ he growls, looking up at me in the dim light, and I nod, his words persuading me instantly. ‘Yes, Jungkook,’ I reply, and he grins. He doesn’t waste any time, licking a stripe up my slit as his finger continues pumping in and out of me. ‘Ah, Jungkook,’ I breathe out, the weakness of the overstimulation beginning to ebb away, replaced by waves of pleasure washing over me. His finger disappears, replaces by his tongue dipping between my folds, lapping up my slick. ‘You taste so fucking good, y/n, better than any other girl I’ve tasted,’ he praises, the vibrations of his words against my pussy having me moaning. He laps at my core like he hasn’t eaten for days, moans and whimpers falling from between my lips every few seconds. My fingers tangle into his dark silky locks, pulling him as close as possible, head thrown back into the pillow, feet digging in to the mattress. I can feel his eyes scanning me as his mouth works wonders at my core, my orgasm drawing ever closer. ‘Fuck, Jungkook, more,’ I moan, and I feel him grin against me. ‘Complaining that you couldn’t handle anymore a minute ago, and now look at you. Begging for more, like a greedy little slut,’ he chuckles before three of his fingers push into me, curling inside me deliciously. ‘Yes, Jungkook, feels so good,’ I cry out, tears streaming down my face now, and he begins sucking at my clit, fingers pumping in and out of me rapidly. ‘Fuck, Kook, I’m gonna cum,’ I moan out, and he speeds up even more. ‘Come on, y/n, cum for me,’ he says, his fingers disappearing, replaced by his mouth, tongue furiously lapping at me, lips tugging at my folds. His fingers and tongue dip in and out of my folds, my moans loud and frequent, and when his nose begins nudging against my clit, I feel myself coming undone. ‘Cum for me, baby girl,’ he urges, and my orgasm washes over me as I scream out his name.

Once I’ve come down from my high, I look down at Jungkook to see him licking off his fingers appreciatively. ‘You did so well, babe,’ he praises, getting up from between my legs and pulling his boxers back on. ‘Where do you keep your towels?’ he asks, and I take a few deep breath before answering, weak and exhausted. ‘In the cupboard under the sink in my en suite,’ I reply, pointing to the door. He disappears for a moment, coming back with a towel. He wipes my face clean of the sweat first, then my chest, before cleaning between my legs. I smile at him weakly, too tired to speak. ‘Go to the toilet now, babe, then you can sleep,’ he says, and I shakily climb out of the bed, knees weak. I go for a quick wee before washing my hands and splashing some water over my face. When I go back into the bedroom, Jungkook is standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. ‘You’re staying, right?’ I ask, throat hoarse, and he passes me the bottle of water sat atop my nightstand. ‘If you want me to,’ he says as I take a gulp from the bottle, handing it back appreciatively. ‘I do want you to. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. That was the best dick I’ve had in my life. I don’t want us to be a one-time thing,’ I say honestly, and he grins. ‘God, this is not how I thought tonight would go but it couldn’t have gone any better,’ he says, and I smile as he gets comfortable in my bed, leaning against the headboard with his eyes on me. I take a pair of clean pants out of my drawer, pulling them on, before picking up Jungkook’s white t-shirt from the floor. ‘Mind if I wear this?’ I ask, and he shakes his head with a lazy grin. I pull it over my head and climb into the bed with him.

‘Are you gonna leave in the morning? Like, early?’ I ask as we lie down, both on our sides, face to face. ‘Well, we have a lecture at 11 so we need to be up for that, and I want to shower and put on clean clothes,’ he says. ‘You can shower here. And Jihyo’s boyfriend leaves his clothes here all the time, I washed some of them yesterday. You can take some of his,’ I say, and laughs. ‘That eager to be with me, huh?’ he jokes, and I realise how desperate I sound. I don’t feel embarrassed by it, though. I’m actually relieved if I’m honest. Yes, I enjoy what I do, I get a kick out of it. But there was always that part of me that worried about myself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have some kind of dark backstory. No cheating ex or anything. I just grew up in a loveless household. My parents hated each other, my siblings hated them, my parents didn’t show us much love, my siblings were in toxic relationships. I was the youngest, and growing up in a household that was empty of all love wasn’t weird for me because it was all I’d ever known. Not until I reached my last year of high school, and all my friends were in relationships, compared to me who’d never even had a crush, did I worry that it’d had some kind of psychological affect on me. But I supressed my worries and, when I started university, I acted on the only kind of impulses I’d ever felt; sexual ones. I’ve always tried to ignore the internal worries that I’m unable to love, but sometimes it gets too much. So to feel this way towards Jungkook, an attraction that isn’t purely physical, it excites me. Maybe I’m not so fucked up after all. ‘I am. I’ve never met anyone like you,’ I say again, and he smiles. ‘Same for you,’ he replies, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. ‘Okay, you really need to go to sleep now because we’ve got to wake up early and you must be tired,’ he says concernedly, and I laugh gently. ‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ I joke, and he chuckles. ‘I don’t have to, you did it for me,’ he replies, and I grin. ‘Touché,’ I laugh. ‘How do you sleep?’ he asks. ‘I’m a cuddler,’ I reply, and he grins. ‘Same,’ he says, pulling me towards him. I rest my head on his toned chest, my arm thrown over his torso, and his arms are around me. ‘Goodnight, y/n,’ he says, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smile contentedly before replying, ‘goodnight, Jungkook.’

-

‘Shall I tell you something?’ I say before spraying my face with setting spray, eyes and mouth closed. ‘I mean, it depends on what it is you want to tell me. A compliment or something, sure. You wanting me to get out of the house, no, no thank you,’ Jungkook says from where he’s lying across my bed in his jeans from last night and a Thrasher hoodie of Jihyo’s boyfriend’s. His hair is fluffy and soft after his brief shower this morning and he’s wearing his glasses that he went and got from his car ten minutes ago. ‘Shut up and just say yes,’ I say, inspecting my appearance in the mirror. I’m quite impressed with myself; Jungkook woke me up an hour ago and I’ve already showered and done a full face, as well as being dressed. I’m virtually ready to leave, and it’s only 10.14. ‘Yes,’ he says with a grin, watching me in the mirror. ‘When I saw you at the party yesterday, I thought you looked like a 15-year-old anime-club kid,’ I admit, and he lets out a loud surprised laugh, almost as though my words caught him off-guard. ‘I was thinking, that you were cute, but not really my type,’ I say. ‘What is your type?’ he asks intrigued. ‘Rich guy I met at his yacht party who drives a Rolls Royce, or college student that lives off Cheetos and Red Bull. But then, last night, when we… you know, I thought that you looked like the rich-yacht-Rolls Royce kinda guy. And now, you look like the college-Cheetos-Red Bull kinda guy. Like, you’re so versatile,’ I say, and he laughs again. ‘Get you a guy that can do all 3,’ Jungkook says, and I laugh before getting up from my vanity table. ‘Do you wanna grab a Starbucks or something before our lecture starts?’ I ask Jungkook, who nods, climbing up from the bed. And then I spot it.

My calendar, hanging on the wall beside my mirror. Today’s date having a note on it, written in black. Lecture’s at 10, not 11. ‘Jungkook,’ I say, pointing at the note. I watch him read it before his eyes meet mine. Both of us utter a word at the same time, the perfect word, one could say, for the ridiculously stupid situation we are stuck in, which is showing up late (to a course that is 30% attendance/punctuality) together (which will leave people wondering why infamous y/n and shy frat boy Jeon Jungkook are showing up to a lecture together, late no less); ‘shit.’

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「 ☆  ━ CHRIS EVANS ,  CISMALE ,  THIRTY SEVEN.  it seems like everyone knows about lachlan hurst, the assiduous retired association football player that i actually heard is pretty reticent.  he has been living in the city for four years, and they always remind me of freshly laundered flannel embracing warmth against bare torso & grass-stained cleats vigorously pounding into the earth with each running stride.  actually, they’ve sort of ruined lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley for me, since they’re always playing it.

howdy folks !!  name’s kenny and i’m the new idiot ‘round these parts  sdfhadgk  first of all can’t believe it took me a whole ass 24 hrs to get this up i’m sorry for being mia but man ....  the classes immediately followed by work combo wrecks my entire existence somedays anYhoot ,  below the cut is all u need to know abt the Big Guy here pls excuse the mess :~)

basics

name lachlan alistair hurst nicknames lach, or lachy age thirty seven birthday may third zodiac taurus  gender cismale  orientation heteroromantic heterosexual hometown leytonstone, london  occupation private school soccer coach 

physical

faceclaim chris evans  hair color brown eye color blue height 6'0" build muscular marks/scars various small scars over his legs and knees, a few on his hands and arms tattoos taurus zodiac symbol on his left shoulder, his mom’s fav verse from the bible scripted below his collarbone, ‘loyalty’ written across his right shoulder  piercings none

personality

positive assiduous, ludic, devoted, altruistic negative reticent, impulsive, stubborn, insouciant alignment lawful good house gryffindor religion christian (non-practicing)

history

grew up in leytonstone ,  london.  his mother was a hairdresser and worked at / managed her own shop.  his father was a civil engineer ,  working mostly in construction ,  but also coached the football team of the school lachlan eventually attended.  his parents were fanatical manchester united supporters and would frequently travel to old trafford from london to attend the team’s home matches.  lachlan inherited his parents’ love for manchester united and his main sporting passion was football ,  always scrimmaging with some of the other kids at the park and in the schoolyard.

he wanted to be #1 in everything he did as he grew older ,  but favoured sports over academics in school ,  and was super stressed & resorted to drinking to numb himself.  refused to do drugs or smoke bc he didn’t want to “damage his body”……hypocrite bc yO ur liver bro.  struggled a little with his identity and what he wanted in life (( no thanks to his dadager )) ,  had to go through a little self-care to rediscover his passion for football ,  focusing all his negative feelings toward it (( created by his dad )) to his dad instead, which royally fucked what minuscule father / son relationship they had.

- dad was his personal trainer, basically his life coach; ‘dadager’ dad version of momager. had more of a business relationship than a father / son relationship. dad didn’t care abt hurting lachlan’s feelings ,  he was always super frank and critical of his son’s performance.

- mom is #1 fan / supporter ,  wants only for him to be happy ,  worried abt how hard he pushes himself.  lachlan never wants to let his mom down or show vulnerability / weakness so he’s closed off from her emotionally; keeping all negative feelings / thoughts from her; acting like everything is ok/normal.

attended london metropolitan university and majored in kinesiology as his dad’s plan ‘b’ for him to become a sports therapist / help him understand the mechanics of his own body in order to help prevent or nurture any injuries he may receive.  he was a fake frat bro; attended wild ragers and planned social events to develop a bond with his teammates ,  not bc he was interested in the party scene.  despite how boring-routine it turned, his future wife caught his eye (( and heart )) at parties / events.  she was unlike the crowd he associated himself with and he found her very presence was exhilarating.

a year into their relationship, he was scouted by a rep of manchester united where his professional career started.  however ,  when rosalind made the decision to move continents ,  he couldn’t leave england with her to america as he was tied up in commitments with his career.  it really did a number on him to lose her but even through his devastation ,  he still respected her decision to better her own career.

while playing his third season with manchester united ,  his dad ended up dying from a massive heart attack ,  which left lachlan with a lot of bottled up unresolved resentment and a heavy load of guilt for not trying to make amends.

he won the premier league title five times and eventually signed a five year contract with major league soccer club la galaxy ,  prompting his move from england to america.  reconnecting with rose and eventually rekindling their relationship ,  he spent more of his time in new york than his new home in california ,  eventually moving across the country to be with her.

once his contract with la galaxy was up ,  rather than renew the contract or sign with another team ,  lachlan’s body decided it was a good time to retire.  however ,  his passion for the sport never ceased ,  and he decided to take up a coaching position (( like father-like son?? )) at a private school in the city.

so idk in a nutshell..... he’s just trying his best to be the complete opposite of his father rip.  he’s not abt showing off or gloating abt his achievements in life,  he’s a spokesperson for “work hard, earn ur shit, but also be kind to urself”.  he’s not abt the party life anymore, he would lit fake the black plague to avoid Big Socializing Energy gatherings, but he loves to reminisce and hear other ppl’s stories ?? u know, compare battle scars or whatever.  basically everyone’s friendly & chill neighbourhood #Dad