#how was None of that suspicious enough for u to stop me or openly question it

[vkr-kayne]

thinking about the time last month when i walked up to my school’s basketball arena for a game and accidentally passed through the metal detector with an actual pocket knife on my person. i’d just gotten done with a work shift and was technically headed to another work shift since I was a camera op for the game so i didn’t think to change clothes or remove the flashlight and knife from my pocket beforehand because both were For Work in my mind. also this was my first event there so i didn’t have my credential to show security that i was on crew yet but i sauntered right through the metal detector without hesitating. and because of my lack of credentials I immediately approached an officer to be like like “Hey im here for video crew but i cant prove it rn, heres my point of contact tho.” and they were just like “idk who that is. but that sounds good enough to me” and opened the door to let me inside. like i saw the red light on the detector flashing like “umm this guy has something you should stop them and check it out !” plus i didn’t have the One Thing needed to confirm that i should be there OR even a regular ass ticket and i was still just allowed in with no problems. for free. i only realized later that i had the knife the whole time and like obviously i wasn’t planning to do shit with it but i guess my obliviousness combined with my immediate approach to an officer unprompted was enough to get me in the arena with no problems. there’s no real takeaway here i guess just carry yourself with confidence and lady luck will have ur back

[twstoric]

it’s all i know

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: If you don't mind, a happier follow up for Missed Connections (since I keep seeing sad unrequited, I wanted a little fluff to make up for it</3) I was hoping, when Vil , Jamil, Leona finally confess that they missed their chance and lament to the reader, the reader whips out the "No u" card and confesses they never let go and it's a happy end-

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: jamil viper x gn!reader, leona kingscholar x gn!reader, vil schoenheit x gn!reader

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: the simple answer is “yes”

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): none!

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1.5k (total)

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: this was!! very fun and i’m such a sucker for fluff but?? my hands slipped and have a bittersweet one in return whoopsー

𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙

Jamil Viper

His silence, if only just the beginning, is suffocating. Not looking into the deep ends of murky water where it’s visible through the clear surface and you can see the crumbling facade Jamil wears. Passing that small barrier and plunging in deep to get closer to him, your fingers tremble when you reach out to him. 

“You think I’m lying, Jamil?” The words questioned with enough hurt to ripple the surface; Jamil stays silent when you give him a small smile. “I’m not,” you breath, nodding as if trying to convince yourself before you shake your head rigorously. “I’m not lying.” The statement is whispered this time; reaffirmed with a force Jamil hasn’t heard since…

He stays silent if only for another moment before his hand meets yours, clasping your fingers between his palm as if he’s touching a sacred relic. “It would only hurt us if you force yourself.” He settles on saying and you can’t help the small laugh passing your lips. Always so insistent on following habits to protect himself, isn’t he..?

“No,” you sniff, blinking tears away and something warm spreads in your chest. “You’re hurting yourself by putting up with it.” Jamil watches in awe as your eyes brighten, lashes coated with tears as you gesture with your free hands as if joking with him. “This. This whole lying and everything else. So Jamil…” your voice cracks as you squeeze his hand and Jamil squeezes back on instinct. “Let’s stop, yeah? No more lying.”

It’s a different type of silence when you see the way Jamil sucks in a breath. He stares at your entwined hands as if struck awe by such a display. The type of silence where you just.. know. There’s no need for words to describe it, no need for charming looks to convey itーjust this; the small touch of holding onto someone.

Someone you know will catch you in return.

“No more lies,” he murmurs, repeating the words and looking so dumbstruck as if he’s not familiar with the concept. When Jamil looks at you, his cheeks are warm and you see the glitter in his lashes as he tugs you closer, lips pulled in an uncontained smile. “No more lies.” He agrees, much firmer as he wraps his arms around you and hugs you close. 

You laugh, voice hoarse but you can't contain the noise of happiness as you’re falling and falling and just knowing that, whatever stars aligned to bless you, Jamil is willing to catch you. You hold onto his hoodie, tugging at the material and Jamil peers down at you curiously, eyes suspiciously red and, as if it’s all you can do, you smile. There’s no more walls between you and you see the same feelings reflected back at you when you look at Jamil. “Yeah?”

He smiles, swiping a thumb over your cheek when he cups your face. “Yeah.”

No more lies.

Leona Kingscholar

“You’re not.. You’re kidding, right?”

You gape, feeling as though a slap is much better than those words. But past the sentence of a blunt accusation, the look of confusion on Leona’s face makes you hesitant. You know Leona. In every way that he tries to hide himself from the worldーyou know him. 

To believe in something is a luxury of choice and Leona, listening to your reply, chose to not believe. 

“Why do you think I’m lying?” His ears twitch at the words as if the question is an enemy in front of him. He doesn’t come up with an immediate reply because truly, what is he supposed to say to that? What other words is he supposed to say to answer an otherwise simple question? 

It feels like it’s happening all over again. That day your words started with a question and Leona shuts down. The result was feeling as though your mere existence had been a dream during all those times but you’re here now. In front of him and like a replay of that day, you ask him a question. 

“What other reason is there?” He scowls, voice rough and you tense. “Holding onto something like.. loving me is too good to be true, isn’t it? Now’s the perfect time for you to have payback, don’t you think? Come one. Reject me. Spit in my face how you don’t want to see me anymore and how much you hate me. Tell me how’s it feel to be rejected and going through that painーcome on, say it..!”

The building heat in his stomach dissipates when you touch his face. He flinches but as if your touch roots him in place, he doesn’t move away when you look at him. The fury in your eyes isn’t there, instead, a look of hurt and confusion when you frown at him. “You’re getting too worked up don’t you think?” You chuckle and Leona’s lips part uselessly when your eyes water. “Where did the cool and composed Leona go? Did you get lost when I wasn’t here? I thought for sure that Ruggie would at least get you back on track.” 

Leona places his hand on top of yours, watching the way you’re smiling pathetically in the midst of an incoming breakdown. He.. misses the way you would be stubborn with him at times. “Don’t joke with me.” Unlike before, he sounds tired, drained of all his life when he sags towards you but not allowing himself to get too close.

“I can’t promise that things will be smooth sailing from here but..” you offer a wry smile, shrugging one shoulder and blinking the tears away. “We can at least try. Just try. That alone is more than enough.”

For the first, split second, that you don’t understand the flicker of emotion in Leona’s eyes, he finally lets himself touch you; pulling you close and hugging you to him. With you, there's no need for words but in the small bubble where you’re vulnerable in each other’s arms, Leona makes a promise with himself.

For you, he’s willing to try.

Vil Schoenheit

The flicker of a frown tugs the corners of his lips before he’s blinking at you curiously as if choosing to ignore your words. Despite the brief switch, you can see the worry eating up at himーhis fingers twitch just the slightest when he crosses his arms and he’s not looking at you. “I’m sorry,” he starts first, eyes flickering to the side and he’s openly clutching his uniform when he crosses his hands over his chest. “I can’t.. I don’t understand why you would choose to…”

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know, some.. answers are just a lot more obvious than others.” 

Vil tilts his head down, blond locks of hair falling to frame his face and silently, Vil reaches out to your hand. You let him hold onto you, his fingers curling around your digits as if studying the complicated traces of skin. Something almost.. raw and honest envelops your chest when Vil smiles; small and timid as he curls his pinky with yours. 

“You’re a strange little thing, aren’t you,” he murmurs, distracting himself with the way your pinkies fit together. The curl of his finger around yours is loose, as if he’s afraid tightening his hold will shatter something delicate in his hands. “Choosing to hold onto something that would only hurt you. Aren’t you afraid of hurting?” 

You blink, not expecting the words and you take a moment to answer. “I am,” you nod and Vil’s eyes flicker down. “But I could say the same to you, can’t I? You chose to embrace your feelings for me with the risk of me not feeling the same anymore.” Almost like reaffirming a crumbling surface, you let the flow of delicate emotions well up in your chest when you curl your pinky to Vil’s; making a promise. “It’s easy to love all things that would hurt you. But where would the reward be without a little pain, right?”

You relish in the small, wet laugh Vil lets out; disbelieving if anything else but sounding like the melody of rain finally drenching your dried up spirit. Looking past all that time you didn’t spend with him, hearing his voice.. his laugh, his smile, all that is Vil Schoenheitーmissing him is more than whatever pain lingers in your chest.

“Ah, haven’t you grown wiser?” He teases and you feel the curl of your promise returned before Vil clasps your hands together. The high arch of his cheekbones dusts with a faint colour of warmth when he smiles and you breath a small laugh when Vil leans his forehead to yours. “Beauty and love takes effort but…” he breathes, a look in his eyes beyond an emotion you can comprehend. “When it comes to you, I suppose effort isn’t needed,” 

The touch of his fingertips to our cheeks is light before you’re being held like a precious gemstone; polished perfectly by your own care and to an extent, Vil’s. He smiles, nose brushing against yours when he leans closer. 

“After all, loving you comes naturally.”

[bts-teaspoonff]

Fangirl pt. 5

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x backupdancer!reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 6.1K

Taglist: @nochujeonjk @i-like-puppy-mg @miyochan @satotakeru14 @boba-tea1206​ @blimpintime​​ @kodzuskook​ @fangirl125reader​​

PARTS: masterlist ... | 4 | 5 | 6

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Namjoon broke the tension in the room so sudden, making you halt your breathe. You and Jiyong quickly turned your head towards him. “Y/n has good taste in music. Besides, I have to thank her quick thinking with Jin’s soup. If it wasn’t for her, this dinner would definitely turned for the worst.” You hear a slight giggle under the deep timber of his voice.

 Everyone was quiet. Mark also realized by now after Jiyong strongly slapped his thigh that it’s not his place to say that information out loud. The two men were now aware that you’re definitely embarrassed by what they said.

 “Yeah. Namjoon’s right. It isn’t a bad thing that you support us.” Hoseok went on, quickly turning his head back and forth towards Namjoon, Mark, Jiyong and me. “Bangtan is always grateful to each and every Army, right?”

 Hoseok held out his fist to you, grinning wide. You look at him in curiosity for his gesture as you tightly grip your glass with both hands. He eyes out his hand with a smile so bright while waiting patiently for hand. You understood that he’s doing his best to comfort you and to assure you that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. He felt huge relief as your face slightly lightened while you start to lift your fist to his. He bumps his fist to you as he kept grinning widely.

 “Apologies Jin. It must have passed through my mind and didn’t double check the menu.” Jiyong brought his head down. He definitely felt sorry for not taking good care of Jin and unintentionally ruining your night. He must have been too busy to oversee details in the menu for tonight and was also too tactless with his mouth to continue rambling. His insides were in knots looking at your state. He adores you too much that he can’t see you getting humiliated at his foolishness.

 “No worries, hyung. Y/n, thank you for your thoughtful concern.” Jin turned to you, still worried with how tight you were gripping the glass and how you’re hunching down as if you want to hide beneath the table. You’re still not relaxing despite Namjoon and Hoseok attempts to comfort you. “Don’t be shy. In fact, a lot of people here in this room are now a part of BTS’ Army.” He jokingly laughed as he exchanged winks with the other producers across the table. His window wiper laugh echoed, lifting your mood entirely.

 “This hyung here has a young daughter who is an Army as well. She would always visit us during recording sessions and even music video shoots. Her support would always make our day and give us energy.” Yoongi added with his arms folded, pointing one finger at one producer across him.

 You slowly straighten your back as you felt how the tension in the room began to dissipate. It’s not like you intend to ruin the night by moping all the time and you also don’t intend to keep the fact that you’re a fan of them hidden forever. Today is just not the best time and place to reveal that and the way it was known to the boys was not the best scenario you’ve thought of.

 You’ve openly told them that you’re a fan of them whenever you would attend fanmeets and album signing event but that was because they don’t know you personally and will probably never remember you. You cringe when you remember the moment that you carelessly blurt out Jin’s allergy despite not personally knowing him. You know they’re gonna know eventually that you’re their fan especially with how Jiyong is close with them, but not this way.

 Jiyong calls out your name. You looked at him and read his face. You know he feels deeply sorry and he didn’t mean to embarrass you as he looks so sullen, eyes drooping and a frown painted on his lips. Blame it on the twin telepathy but you understood him well enough that the both of you don’t need words. Besides, it’s not like you can’t hate him for something he didn’t intend to, but you keep in your mind that you’ll get back at him for this to tease him. You don’t want to ruin this special day for Mark as well. You nod at him expecting that he will understand that you don’t mind it anymore. You both smile at each other.

 Mark mentioned something else to change the topic and tried to save the current situation. Fortunately, this got the attention of everyone else as they began talking to each other. You let your shoulders down and sighed in relief that the embarrassing circus of a situation was now done. You steal a glance at your side to see if the four boys were still looking at you. You don’t want them to feel obliged to comfort you and this was also a night that they could spend some time with their friends and be comfortable. You’re just their acquaintance and not yet a friend.

 You hoped that none of them was still giving you their attention but no, Jin is still looking at you. He was still trying to read your expression with both eyes glued to you, not sure if you’re angry or embarrassed or hating the situation entirely. None of which was correct because now, all you felt was comfort. You felt safe from the small words of comfort that the boys have said.

 Surprisingly, it was now easy for you to mingle with everyone through the night. You lost your nervousness as some of Jiyong’s friend have made an effort to get to know you better. You glad that your brother is surrounded with good people. Mark have also approached you just before the dinner ended to apologize. You wrapped your arm around Jiyong’s head and rubbed your knuckles on his head as compensation for the embarrassment they’ve caused you. Mark also jokingly offered his head for you to attack but you hesitate. You told him that he has the birthday privilege to escape your punishment but he can make it up to you someday.

 You walk back to your seat feeling very happy at how the night turned out and slightly tipsy at how you daringly drank three glass of wine. The four BTS members were not in their seats as they try to crowd among the producers who were saying their goodbyes to the birthday celebrant and thanking Jiyong for an amazing job with the surprise dinner.

 You took out your phone to check if there’s anything worth checking. You landed on Twitter and proceeded to check your feed. Not a surprise that majority of the tweets you read is about BTS. You follow a lot of fan accounts to help keep you updated about the boys. A meme popped from the bottom of your feed showing a hilarious face of the hyung line. As you clicked the photo to take a better look, you can’t help but chuckle at the thought the hyung line is here with you inside this room. Their debonaire charms tonight are totally different from their comical faces in the meme you’re currently ogling at.

 Just as Yoongi finished saying his farewell to the other people in the room, his eyes darts to you as you’re scrolling through your phone with a ridiculous grin on your face. He stops in his spot to admire you. He does feel relieved that you look a lot better now and you’re feeling relaxed. Seeing you giggle at your phone makes him smile as well.

 “I’m glad you’re now laughing.” Yoongi slowly sat down beside you. Your heart jumped at his deep calm voice, almost making you fall off your chair. You click a button on the side of your phone, turning off the screen.

 “I’m fine. Totally sorry about that fangirl debacle at the start of the dinner.”

 Yoongi shook his head. True, he was baffled at first when you shouted with him. He was suspicious at first but he quickly understood your situation. Knowing that you didn’t know everyone so well, he recognizes your discomfort from the sudden revelation by your brother. Also, a part of him swells with pride that you’re their fan. How long you’ve been their fan? How many shows have you watched to know the detail of Jin’s allergy? You must know a lot more detail about them. What’s your favorite song? Are their songs saved on your phone? Have you listened to his mixtape? What can you say about his mixtape? Do you like his mixtape?

 As these thoughts ramble through Yoongi’s mind, Hoseok takes the empty chair from your other side.

 “I thought we told you that you don’t have to be embarrassed about it.” You turn to Hoseok and saw him pulling the chair facing the other way with the back support placed in front of Hoseok, legs spread apart by the chair. “Honestly, I’m glad that you’re a fan. The best dancer from the female dance team is our fan.” He ridiculously flashed his teeth as he lean his chin on his forearm that was supported on the top of the chair’s back support.

 “Don’t overcrowd the lady.” Namjoon appears behind Hoseok, placing his one hand on Hoseok’s shoulder and the other one tucked in his pocket. “I mean it when I thanked you for stopping Jin. You’re the one closest to him and if Yoongi was a bit late... well, we know what could happen. You know him, always gorging through his food.”

 He’s right. I have watched a lot of Eat Jin episodes to say that Jin will always stuff his mouth with huge amounts of food. Sometimes, he would look like a hamster from having his mouth filled with food. Looking at him enjoying his food tonight also made you feel that the food was 100% more delicious.

 “So if you’re our biggest fan as your brother would boast, who’s your bias?” Jin daringly cut in. You cough at his sudden inquiry. Hoseok teased him for making you uncomfortable but you assure Hoseok that you’re not. Seeing you laugh at Jin’s question pleased Hoseok.

 You pause to think before you try to answer. The four of them were now nervously anticipating your reply. Jin didn’t mean to put you on the hot seat but now that he already asked you that question, he somehow felt disappointed at the thought of not hearing his name as your answer. Yoongi was also surprisingly nervous waiting for you to answer. Normally, he didn’t care about asking somebody with whom among them was your favorite but as he waits for you to reveal your answer, his heart was furiously pounding in his chest. Hoseok was beaming with pride thinking that there’s a chance that you might be his bias since you were a fellow good dancer as him.

 “Actually, don’t answer that. It’s better if you won’t tell us.” Namjoon chuckled, stopping you from your thoughts and granting glares from Hoseok and Jin. His eyes wandered off and landed on the phone that you were holding in your hands. He saw the huge crack across the black screen. This made him remember that day when he stepped on your phone while he was helping you up.

 “You’re right.” You cleared your throat. The tug inside Jin’s, Yoongi’s, and Hoseok’s chest swiftly disappeared. “Let’s just say I’m an equal big fan of everyone.” You beam a smile hoping that you didn’t let anyone disappointed from your answer.

 “Guys, I’m really sorry. I really didn’t mean anything bad when I rambled.” Jiyong, walking from behind Yoongi, looked at the boys with his head down. Most of the people in the room have already said their goodbyes and the ones left are you, your brother and the four gorgeous men crowding you.

 “Geez, hyung. I didn’t know you bully your twin sister. After all that continuous bragging at how you adore your sister whenever we would be in the booth?” Hoseok teased Jiyong.

 “You what? What have you been telling them about me?” You turned to glare at your brother. Jiyong was now disputing Hoseok’s words, flapping his hands around.

 “Believe me, I haven’t told them anything embarrassing.” You fold your arms as you huff your chest.

 “There it is! The angry look you gave just now looks exactly the same as him when he’s scolding us.” Hoseok suddenly shouted while pointing at you and your brother. You and Jiyong puzzled, exchanging looks. A loud laugh erupted from the both of you.

 Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin and Namjoon was surprised at how loud the two of you were laughing. Yoongi was completely loving the way you look right now, carelessly laughing. He felt happy that you finally felt a lot more comfortable at this moment.

 “See? Even your laugh is the same.” Hoseok cackled at how you siblings were now having a good time. Jin and Namjoon couldn’t help but also laugh at the silly situation.

 …..

 “Hyung, how does it sound?” Jimin called Yoongi’s attention from the other side of the recording booth as he put down the headphones. Yoongi was seated in front of the console beside Jiyong and Mark. He pressed a button to communicate with Jimin inside the booth.

 They were working on a new version of their old song to be specially performed at the online concert. Yoongi threw in some comments and Jimin was now ready to sing again. The rest of the boys were seated on the couches behind Yoongi. Jungkook was playing a game on his phone, waiting for his turn after Jimin. Taehyung was making notes on the lyric paper. Hoseok and Namjoon were busy discussing about their new track that they’re working together on. Jin was also busy scrolling through his phone. It was a very busy day for everyone.

 “How’s the surprise dinner? Was it a success?” Taehyung placed the paper down. Everyone turned to his direction, with the exception of Yoongi and Jiyong who was very busy discussing the details of the track.

 “Jiyong did a great job! We had fun and the food was great as well.” Namjoon commended. Jungkook was wriggling in his seat to tease Jin sitting beside him. Jin laughs looking at the youngest in adoration.

 “I didn’t know that this man could be a bully to his sister. He would never stop telling stories about his sister whenever he could but the both of them started embarrassing her out of nowhere.” Hoseok teased and laughed as he points out the two recording engineer while facing Jungkook and Taehyung. Jiyong was now red from embarrassment as he waft his hands towards the younger members, earning a ridiculous glare from Jungkook.

 “Why? What happened?” Taehyung asks, eyebrows raised at the sudden revelation from Hoseok. He lifts his knees and hugs it tightly as he bury himself back on the couch.

 Jin leads the conversation telling everyone, especially the maknae line who wasn’t present at the dinner, what transpired that night. Jimin, just finished recording in the booth, got out just in time to hear most of the conversation. The three younger members, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin, were surprised as well when they heard the potato soup incident then they joined the others in teasing Jiyong for embarrassing you. Jungkook actually leapt off his seat and went to slap Jiyong and Mark’s back, warranting deafening laughs from his hyungs. Jiyong then went to admit that if you can hear him right now telling your fangirl escapades, you would definitely kill him right now. Also, he proudly told them the fact that you’ve been to almost all of their concerts and fan meetings. A fact that surprised all of the Bangtan members.

 “She will definitely kill me if she knows I’m talking about her now but I’m really glad she’s a fan of you guys. She looks so happy every time she mentions the group. Seeing her smile looks so much better than witnessing her bottle up all emotions to herself.” Jiyong frowns as he remembers your former state in his mind. As much as he wants to stop rambling now, the boys in front of him owes his thanks on how they changed you, his precious sister. Gratitude was all he wanted to express to the boys for so long but he can’t since you emphasized very well not to tell anyone from the group that Jiyong has a sister who’s a big fan.

 “Your parents?” Mark asked as his hand crept up Jiyong’s shoulder. All BTS members froze at the topic. They know that the topic about Jiyong’s parents is still a sensitive one despite years have passed.

 Jiyong hasn’t discussed the whole detail but they know that you and Jiyong lost your parents when you were younger. Among the members, Jin was closest with Jiyong and might be the only one who Jiyong had mention some more details about their death. Whenever the topic would surface, Jiyong would just scrub it off and change the topic. Over the time he has worked with them, the words they have only heard from him was that you and your brother left for Seoul to stay with your aunt and that’s it. Nothing about the reason for their death. They just assumed it was something horrible because of how Jiyong would always freeze when his parents would be mentioned. They didn’t try to pry any further. If anyone did, Jin would be there to change the topic or talk to the member to stop prying further.

 “Then let’s keep making our fans happy with our work and of course, that includes your sister.” Aware at the change of mood and how Jiyong was now starting to get sullen, Yoongi places his hand on Jiyong’s shoulder to try and encourage everyone to get back to work.

 “Yeah. He’s right. We’ll take good care of her, hyung.” Jungkook flaunts a thumbs up for Jiyong as he stood up from his seat to walk towards the door of the recording booth.

 …..

 It’s supposed to be a rest day for you today. Luckily, there’s no need for you go to Big Hit since there’s no practice today and the gym is also closed for the day. You actually planned to spend the day in your pajamas and just watch your unfinished series in Netflix. However, the dance studio called to inform you to handle a dance class in the afternoon. Of course it’s a BTS dance class. They got a backup staff to handle it just in case you got a schedule but you did accept the offer which the owner of the studio was thankful for.

 Laying on your couch scanning through the selection of movies in Netflix, you wonder if it was a good choice that you agreed to the dance class this afternoon. You are dead tired, craving for your bed’s comfort. Even though your complexion’s a bit better nowadays since Jiyong relentlessly scolds you to take better care of yourself, you did want to take a day off from any work. Maybe you’re just addicted to punishing yourself to overwork but in truth, you can’t just sit around and do nothing. You’ve been too busy hustling around ever since working in Big Hit that your body finds it weird when it’s doing nothing. Not that you don’t want to but being active makes you happy as well, you guess.

 With a small body bag slumped on your shoulder, you tightly gripped the strap as you slowly enter the dance studio. The owners and other staff greets you as you open the door to the reception area. Sounds coming from the nearby two smaller studios along the hallway to the right can be heard from the reception. You waded to behind the reception desk to look at the chart for your class and you find that the attendance is full. It’s not a surprise since it is a BTS dance class, one of the best-selling classes in this studio. Also, when you’re the one leading the class, full attendance is always expected by the owner of the studio. A source of pride for you.

 You climbed up the stairs towards the second floor of the dance studio and opened the door to the biggest studio available. You dropped down your bag beside the console and sat down on the floor as you take out your phone from your pocket. There’s still half an hour before classes begin so you want to take this moment to practice for your class.

 As you warm up your body to the beats of Black Swan, you let your mind wander off. Dancing has always been a source of happiness for you. Your day instantly gets better when you let the words of any song fill you, taking control of your body. Like the song’s message, one of your biggest fear is when you’ll lose passion for the art. Performing has always been an extension of yourself and it just happened that you do perform BTS songs most of the time nowadays because their songs tend to bring out your real and hidden emotions. That’s one thing why you never stop listening to their works. It helps you to keep your emotions in check and equalizes everything within you.

 Your students started to arrive one by one as they fill the room, some actually were very eager to greet you for they have been waiting for your classes to resume again. Most of your students were high school students but there’s also a handful of men and women of varying ages. As you try to chat with some of them, you learned that a few of them were actually foreigners who were visiting Seoul for vacation. Honored, you expressed your gratitude and you returned to the front of the room, determined to make this their best class.

 It was a breeze to teach your students. Some had it easy with their experience in dancing so you try to focus on the ones that were visibly struggling with certain steps. One by one, you tried to come up to any student who would call your attention. Seeing their joy when they perform a sequence perfectly will always tug your heart.

 A man suddenly called your name as you were inspecting the class. You turn and see him staying at the last row of your students. As you slowly walk towards the man, you noticed that he was wearing a bucket hat and a mask that fully covers his face. His fashion also caught your eyes, a large bright orange sweater with adorable prints on the front paired with denim baggy pants. A comfortable and bright style you have always wanted to try but you can only think of one person who can pull it off, laughing as that person’s face suddenly popped in your mind.

 With his head down and his fringe almost covering his eyes, you couldn’t see any sliver of skin from this man’s face. Intrigued, you wanted to take a better look at his face but that wasn’t your purpose for coming his way.

 “I seem to have it bad… with this step sequence.” You heard him change the tone of his voice to a deeper one midway between his words. Still with his head down, he repeats the steps in his place as you stand beside him. The way he moves seems like he has some experience in dancing but still a bit stiff and awkward with complex moves.

 You try to stare at his hands and feet as you inspect the steps. When he stopped moving, you demonstrated the same steps slowly with better instructions to help him understand. As you were teaching him, he slowly lift his head up just enough for you to see a slight glimpse of his face. With the way he’s trying so hard to avoid showing his face, you’re now either amused that he’s so shy but eager to attend the class or worried if he’s someone suspicious. You never did hear his voice again after he talked to you. You bent slightly to get a better look at his face as he moves his hands to repeat the moves you’ve just taught him. A little bit more, you get a glimpse of his face that was not obstructed by his face.

 When you were so focused on trying to catch a glimpse of his face, he caught you staring when you met his eyes. His eyes widened and he shot up straight in his place, his head bent down and turned slightly away to avoid your gaze. You now felt bad seeing him backing away from you. That’s what you get for being so overly nosy about everything. You express your apology towards him before you return to the front of the room, stealing glances back at the man to check if he’s okay. Now seeing him standing further back and turned away from your sight, you felt crestfallen as you regain your spot upfront. You don’t even know you were so curious in the first place but something about him just seems so familiar.

 Before the class ends, there’s usually a segment where everyone performs the dance per groups of 7 shot by one of the staff to be uploaded in the studio’s Youtube channel. As they grouped themselves and stood against the walls, your eyes scanned everyone but couldn’t find the bucket hat guy. You heaved a long sigh recalling what had happened moments ago and now you can’t anymore apologize to the man. Everyone had their chance to perform Black Swan one last time and not a moment long, you’re left all alone in the room. The orchestra version of Black Swan now plays through the speaker, you let your body slowly fall to the floor. Legs and arms sprawled out like a kid as you take a moment to take a breather.

 As your breathing slowed like a lullaby’s melody, your eyelids are now also getting heavy. It was easy to just lay back and doze off on the floor but your active mind kept you up. Upon closing your eyes, you try to relax and think back on the good things that have happened to you this past month. You could only describe the feeling as flying around on a cloud, wishing that you could stay and not come down anytime soon.

 “You know you’re going to get sick if you lay there to sleep while your clothes are soaking wet from your sweat.” A bright male voice erupted from above you startling you, making your body jump. You opened your eyes and saw a dark figure hovering above your head. You shriek as you get up from the floor, seeing the bucket hat man gazing at you. He sees you quickly backing away from him and he raises his hands in front of him.

 “Bucket hat guy? Why are you still here?” You slowly back away from the man towards the mirror. He continues to raise and shakes his hand like he’s telling you there’s nothing to be worried about as he sees that you’re still backing away, guard up at his presence. He then proceeds to swiftly tear his bucket hat and mask off his face and the sight quickly giving you relief. “HOSEOK?! What are you doing here?” Your guarded state now replaced with shock.

 “Well… I came to watch your class.” Standing very timidly across you, Hoseok shyly gazes towards you. “I heard from Jiyong that you teach our choreographies and it’s all on Youtube. It’s easy to find this studio and so I booked a class.” You shoot a glare at Hoseok upon learning that your brother has once again blabbed to the boys and he just chuckles. The two of you were still strangers to each other so not knowing exactly what to do being alone in the same room as him is normal.

“Yeah but why? You don’t need to. Did he put you up to this?” Walking towards your phone on top of the speakers, you see Hoseok following beside you. He quickly reassures you that coming here was his choice which pleased you. “Wait. Oh my gosh! Are you just pretending to be a bad dancer a while ago when you asked me to teach you the steps?” You rotate your body towards him, jumping in disbelief. He nods as he shows a humble smile at the corner of his lips.

 “Hey, I really did forget that part and I wanted to interact with you. I didn’t want you to know it was me so I did my best to disguise but you kept on peeking under my hat.” He admitted quietly, chuckling in his spot as he maintains his eye contact with you.

 “Do all the members know? That I teach dance classes here?” You tuck your phone in your pocket while looking straight at Hoseok. He shakes his head. You sigh heavily before you turned to walk back to your bag near the door.

 “Only Jimin and Taehyung. They saw me play the YouTube videos on my phone.” Hoseok was still following you, maintaining a slight distance. He did clear out his schedule for today just to accommodate your class. Although he told you that Jiyong had mentioned your other job, he never mentioned about any videos on Youtube. When he saw the videos of your classes, he quickly did an inquiry for a slot in your classes. They told him that you were handling less classes from now on and there’s only one class for this month. The class was almost full and he was lucky that he got the last slot.

 “Also, I have another reason why I came here.” You were about to open the door with your heavy bag hanging off your shoulder but your hands stopped inches away from the door handle when you heard Hoseok. “I’m actually here to pick you up. I’m supposed to drop you off somewhere and it’s a surprise.” Hoseok saw how quickly you looked so confused at his words. “Did you drive here?”

 “No. Umm, I don’t own a car and I don’t know how to drive.”

 “Good. That solves my problem. I don’t want to drive back separately in two cars.” He grinned as he try to put his hat and mask back seeing as you are now opening the door to walk out of the studio. “We still have time before I need to drop you off so can we get some snacks?” As if on cue, your stomach grumbled. You felt your cheeks burn and avoided Hoseok’s gaze.

 “That would be nice. Although, I really want to know where you’re supposed to take me.” Hoseok laughs as you adorably pout to turn and walk away from him along the hallway.

 You got in the car with Hoseok and immediately, you felt awkward being alone in the car with him. He did offer you to drive him but every now and then, the thought of interacting this close to someone that you formerly could only through the screens of your phone is mind boggling. However, this makes them also more human. You start to look at them at a different light but this also makes you admire them more now that you know them behind the glitz and glamour. You both ate snacks in the car and Hoseok was comfortably chatting with you.

 Hoseok felt comfortable talking with you. He likes it that it feels easy to conjure up any topics and laugh at them with you. Although he’s supposed to drive you straight to the destination right after the class, he selfishly told himself that a few minutes added to the drive back won’t hurt. Getting you a snack was not part of the surprise plan and neither was him driving at a very slow pace to extend the time of the drive back. Although he thought at first that this was just him taking care of their number one fan but when you touched his hand during the class and when your hand grazed his in the car, he felt something different. Different but pleasant.

 “Ummm. Why are we back in Big Hit?” You gaze the huge building as Hoseok continues to drive towards the parking lot. “What is this surprise anyways? It’s not my birthday.” You continue to berate him but he keeps mum about it as he parks the car.

 “There’s nothing to worry about. Just follow me.” Hoseok opened his door and stepped out of the car. You froze but you don’t want to be rude and keep him waiting so you fished out your company ID in your bag to strap it around your neck and stepped out of the car.

 You quietly followed Hoseok as he continues to quietly parade through the floors while still keeping a healthy distance away from him to avoid gossips from anyone that might see you walking so close to him. Both of you arrived at a floor familiar to you. Jiyong has once walked you through the same hallway that has the recording studios where he works. Hoseok stopped in front of a door and turned to you as he opens the door. You stopped walking as well but slightly hesitating to go inside. Why is he guiding you to a recording studio?

 “You see, Jiyong wanted to make it up to you. The other boys and I helped pitched the idea for the surprise for our number one fan.” You narrow your eyes realizing where this is going and you hesitate more to go inside the room. Seeing as you’re hesitating, Hoseok now worries that the other boys might scold him more since he did take a lot more time than intended to get you here. He carefully took your hand to lead you into the room.

 The contact of Hoseok’s hand with yours is scorching hot. You try to deny yourself that you spent an awful amount of time stealing glances at his face as he drives you back here. He does look so handsome when he looks serious. It didn’t help that the sun shone on his face as he focuses on the road. You could almost hear yourself scream inside as you take in this wonderful moment. As you walk through the door, Hoseok’s hand slowly left yours and it felt empty. You linger at the thought but was now surprised at the sight of Jiyong sitting down in front of the console board, as if waiting for you.

 Hoseok closed the door to leave you two inside. Jiyong quickly gets up from the chair and wraps his arm around your shoulder. He took the bag off your shoulder and placed it on the sofa. He then pushes you into the booth and quickly leaves you alone. You stay quiet, not knowing what to do at the whirlwind of an event this is. It’s definitely not your birthday and whatever the issue was with your brother about the dinner nights before, this was more than what you expected. You were actually planning to tease him to get back at you for what he did and try to ask for free lunch with him every day for a week.

 “Put on the headphones.” You saw him mouth the words through the mirror. You scan around the booth and picked up the headphones hanging on the stand in front of you. “Hey, can you hear me?” You nod and lifted your hand to do an ‘okay sign’ at him.

 “What is this, Jiyong? Why am I here?” He hears you through the speakers. He looks at you, very confused at what’s happening, and laughs as he presses the button for you to hear him speaking.

 “I love teasing you but trust me when I say that I will never embarrass you to anyone. Also, I know you well that if you plan to tease me about it, you’re gonna ask for something small like food for a week or maybe drive you to work for a week.” You laugh at how he predicted your way of thinking. Driving you to work for a week sounds tempting. Better make sure to take a note of it. “So here’s my little present for you with the help of some people to make it up to you. Enjoy!” He smiles as the two of you exchanged sentiments. He doesn’t mind it when he’s cheesy with you since you’re one of his favorite person in the world.

 A few seconds of silence as you anticipate whatever is going to go through the headphones after you saw Jiyong work his way through the abundance of buttons on the console and stare through the monitor in front of him. You held the headphones with both of your hands as you wait.

 “Hello y/n, we are BTS!”

Next: pt. 6

[akaluan]

Dragon Eclipse: Christmas Part 4

((Have some Orihime POV, some random elemental associations, and Orihime being Perceptive As Usual about things that other people miss or gloss over. This really, really needs editing but whatever, enjoy!))

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | ???

Orihime hummed happily as she watched Kurosaki cuddling with his sisters. Being able to see him like this, soft and comfortable and /loving/ the way Sora had been with her, was a rare privilege; at school, he still acted the delinquent that the teachers and many other students had labeled him.

Tatsuki poked her in the side, and Orihime giggled and squirmed away, sticking her tongue out at her friend.

“Moon later, silly,” Tatsuki whispered.

She laughed and flicked a ball of wrapping paper at Tatsuki’s head. “Then stop mooning over /him/!” she hissed back, indicating Kaito with a tiny gesture.

“What?! I am not!”

Orihime giggled at her friend’s outrage, glancing at the rest of the table and catching Kaito’s curious gaze. She grinned brightly and shrugged, then laughed again as he rolled his eyes and pointedly looked away from her.

(Kaito was relaxing /so much/, the longer he lived with his new father. He was so different from the skittish, jumpy man that she and Tatsuki had first run into all those months ago.)

(He had done so much for them, she was just glad that they could do something in return.)

“What are you two planning?” Kurosaki asked suspiciously.

“Nothing!” Orihime chirped, smiling cheerfully as she did.

Kaito huffed and shook his head. “I don’t buy it, but I’m /also/ not going to question it. I don’t want to know, thanks.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Urahara asked with amusement.

“It learned when to step back and say no,” Kaito replied dryly. “Unlike a certain someone I know.” Ignoring the way his father was pouting at him, Kaito motioned at the presents that Tatsuki and Orihime had at their side. “Why don’t you open those, then? Since father is being his usual dramatic self.”

Tatsuki chuckled and pulled open the wrapping around her gift, exclaiming happily as she uncovered a set of movies that she’d been wanting. That set off the round of gift opening once more, with Orihime opening hers to find the next book in a series she was reading, Kurosaki getting a book on writing plays, Ishida receiving a brand new case to store all his sewing supplies in, Kaito with a /carving kit/ of all things—

(Though maybe not /Kaito/ precisely. Orihime didn’t miss the gleam of amber and spike of interest in the reiatsu signature she’d labeled ‘Shiro’.)

—and on around the table. When the first gifts had been opened, Jinta leapt to his feet and scampered over to the tree again.

“Can we just pass them all out? Pleeeeaaase?” Jinta whined, digging through the stacks of gifts and setting them around him in arcing piles as he went. “This is so /slow/ like this!”

Urahara laughed and rose to his feet, padding over to Jinta and ruffling the boy’s hair. “Well, I /suppose/. But only if you pass everything out!”

“Yeah!” Jinta grinned up at Urahara, then started darting back and forth, carrying stacks of gifts to everyone.

Orihime frowned faintly; she had thought most of the gifts under the tree were for the members of the shoten, especially for Kaito, Jinta, and Ururu, but… instead, it looked like there were about equal numbers of gifts for /all/ of them.   

(And, if she was /counting/ right, probably some for both Kaito /and/ Kurosaki’s inner spirits, too!)

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Why was Urahara doing this for them? Already the gifts that had been opened were more than enough; none of them had expected him to do this, and she doubted that /any/ of them had gotten anything for anyone.

“Oi, Hat’n’Clogs, you didn’t have to do this, you know,” Kurosaki exclaimed, staring at the stacks of gifts next to him. “This is—”

“Kurosaki-kun,” Urahara interrupted firmly, “/nothing/ is too much for all of you. After everything you’ve done, at least allow me to spoil my favorites a little bit?”

“You’re not going to win, you know,” Tatsuki told Kurosaki with amusement. She gave Urahara a pointed look as the man grinned and wandered out of the room, then continued, “I agree with you on this, Ichigo, but you /know/ what Hat’n’Clogs is like.”

“U-uhm… h-he… he does this every year,” Ururu said.

Jinta threw himself down in his spot, a present held tight in his hands and fingers already worrying at an edge. “Yeah! Christmas is the best! We always get lots of stuff, and amazing food, and we play games together and don’t have to do any chores!”

Ururu blushed, but nodded happily in agreement.

It seemed like this really /was/ something that Jinta and Ururu had expected, Orihime mused, but it was certainly something that /Kaito/ had never expected, nor had any of his spirits. His reiatsu was flickering between signatures, as he trailed his hands over the stacked gifts at his side. Kurosaki’s signature was /almost/ doing the same as well, shading towards his Shiro and lingering like that, his eyes taking on a golden sheen.

(Kaito was like the wind, flowing from spirit to spirit as easy as breathing, like he had never known another way of life. Kurosaki more like fire, leaping and jumping in fits and starts, still trying to settle within his own skin.)

(Kurosaki would be incredible once he found his center, but Kaito… oh, Kaito would always be the more terrifying of the two.)

(After all, wind drove the fire before it.)

“Well?” Urahara asked, coming back to the table with a tray of mugs in his hand. He set it down carefully and passed the mugs of hot chocolate out. “Are you all going to sit around chatting about how awesome yours truly is, or are you going to open your gifts and see what’s inside?”

Jinta needed no more permission than that, and began tearing into his with a cheerful cry. Ururu, Karin, and Yuzu followed his lead, and soon everyone was opening gifts, accompanied by sounds of surprise and glee and happiness all around. Books and plants and games and crafting supplies and so /many/ other things were shown around that Orihime quickly lost track of what everyone had shown off.

How much time had Urahara put into this? How much /effort/ had it taken him?

(Why?)

(Who would do all this, for so many unrelated children and teenagers?)

Except… her gaze caught on the awed expression that spread across Kaito’s face, as he slowly unwrapped a slim book and ran a reverent hand across the cover. Her gaze caught on Urahara’s wide, warm smile, and the love in his eyes as he watched his son marvel at whatever he had been given.

(The warmth and love that didn’t dim, as he took in the others around the table. Watching them enjoy the things /he’d/ chosen.)

(/Oh./)

Orihime met Urahara’s gaze and smiled brightly at him, then dove right back into unwrapping her own gifts, determined to set aside her worries and enjoy this.

(After all, this was as much for /Urahara/ as it was for them. It was only right she displayed her enjoyment openly, so he /knew/.)

(Everyone deserved happiness, after all.)

[insomniiyac]

Beyond My Pants and Into My Mind (An Aoyama x Everyone Concept)

You know what I’m tired of? I’m tired of reading the same awesome-ass fics revolving solely around Bakugou and Deku. So y’know what? I’m gonna make one revolving solely around twinkling boi because why not? >u> 

NSFW Warning- not for the children or the faint of heart. Loads and loads of humor and sex with some wholesome content sprinkled in. Prepare to laugh your asses off. (This is a concept for a fic I may or may not write, so enjoy >u>)

Aoyama runs sex blog, also helps people with their problems

He realizes that some of them are actually his classmates after a conversation in the locker room

Insert online conversation with Deku (mild flirting). Reveals he’s crushing on Uraraka. Aww.

He feels bad about knowing their private lives but continues the blog after seeing how happy they are

Insert online conversation with Kouda

Holds a live show, people donate- sexy stuff ensues (with Bakuhoe going into maximum sadist overdrive)

Comes in the next day, normal day though his classmates are talking more openly about meeting V one day. Bakugou notices Aoyama’s apprehension and Kouda develops a crush

More sexy stuff that night/online sexting with Bakugou (reveals that Bakuhoe got a crush too holy shiet)

Bakugou confronts Aoyama after school. French boi gets scared and runs off, but expodikills corners him in the locker room and threatens to blow him up.

Aoyama reveals that he is V. Bakuhoe smashes his boiholes into smithereens. (did I mention frenchboi’s a virgin?) “I knew those moans sounded familiar.” Bakuhoe ensures his secret his safe.

Frenchboi got a limp, but he Gucci and goes to train anyway. Still gets ignored tho.

Insert online convo with Uraraka. Thinks V is sweet and wants to meet up. Oh no, what about Deku?

Receives gifts in the mail.

Inserts another online convo with Kouda. What a cutie, no way he could corrupt this innocent soul. Sends a tasteful nude.

Kouda wants to lose his virginity. Aoyama wants to help him, but that might give him away.

Fuck it, meets up and sleeps with Kouda. Disney princess is surprised that its him and is conflicted. Does it anyway. Hes happy. Ensures his secret is safe.

Receives message from Bakuhoe that night. He wants sum fuck. Give it to him.

Uraraka talks to girls about V. the girls are interested now. Time for some kitty cat.

Deku’s upset. His crush likes his advisor and now he refuses to visit the blog. Frenchboi’s hurt- that’s his bff

Convinces him to be honest with V and tell him whats up.

Insert online convo with Deku. Very heartwarming and Deku builds encouragement

V lets Uraraka down gently- she understands.

Frenchboi accidently spilling tea. Iida gets suspicious.

Insert convo with Iida. Turns out glasses boi got a thing for traps. Sends some tasteful nudes. Convo’s kind of hot. Gets to see iida’s dick.

Glasses boi drops suspicion for now. No way in hell frenchboi’s that damn good at sexting.

Blog is getting more popular within the school. Aoyama’s kinda scared.

Kouda hits him up. Wants sum fuck. Give it to him.

Insert convo from Mina. Very fun sexter, 10/10 will do again. Very pushy with finding out who V is.

Does another live show- has a huger audience. Ends with him writhing on the floor like mad.

Starts getting messages in the day time. Wtf, this isn’t his entire life… is it?

Mina blatantly asks Aoyama if he’s V in private.

“Why you ask?”

“Well, yours and his texting style is very similar.”

FUCK.

Mina takes his silence as a yes. Makes him eat her poom-poom for forgiveness. Also rides his dick. Ensures his secret is safe.

Deku and Uraraka is dating… HOORAY!

Receives more gifts. Also receives a shitload of messages he can’t keep up with.

Insert convo from Deku. Kinda wants to know who V really is too.

*sigh*

Admits that he is V.

Broccoli child wants a threeway.

……with Uraraka right?

“yes.”

Plans a threeway. Gets fucked in the ass and fucks zero gravity. Both ensures his secret his safe.

Iida’s suspicion arises again after seeing how the three interacts the next day.

Bakugou hits him up.

Another buttfuck session?

“No, I want your mouth this time.”

Uses frenchboi’s mouth like his personal fleshlight.

Insert convo from Kirishima. Very goofy and fun to sext. 10/10.

“Let’s meet!”

Jfc.

Is curious about his dickgame, so he can’t say no.

“You might be either surprised, disappointed, or both.”

“It’s cool, dude. You have such a cute body anyway, I’m sure you can’t be that bad.”

Fuck it.

Meets up with hard boi. Hard boi gets flustered.

“A-Aoyama?! I didn’t think you had it in you!”

Has sex.

Bakugou shows up.

Gets double-fucked.

Mina shows up.

Orgy.

Its one huge Aoyama-fest and frenchboi’s excited but terrified.

Is invited to fuck the bakusquad at any time now.

Frenchboi is exhausted and gives the blog a break.

A week goes by and his message board is in shambles.

Assures his audience that he still alive. Posts a video.

Insert convo with Momo. Shes ashamed she even came on here but V assures she is okay. Another heartwarming convo reveals that she’s not confident in herself. V makes her feel better. Momo develops a crush.

Those that know his secret starts putting a bit of respeckt on frenchboi’s name.

Kouda asks Aoyama out on a date. Kinda wants to say no but knows how much encouragement he had to muster to do it, so says yes.

Momo talks about meeting V.

“He’s so cute, I can imagine what it’d be like to meet him~.”

Mina and Uraraka burst into fits of giggles.

Insert convo with Todoroki. Very blunt and straight to the point, kind of a boring texter tbh. Innuendos seem to go right over his head. Manages to get him out his shell with a tasteful nude.

He likes that. Sends one right back. Frenchboi gets a boner. The talk is vanilla with a splash of cinnamon. Meh, 7/10. Todoroki admits he hasn’t done this before. How adorable.

More talk of V in the school. Its becoming a hot topic now. Teachers and staff are catching on.

Receives loads of gifts and money in the mail. Cant fit them all in his room so has to call his parents to store them in his room there. Parents are suspicious but doesn’t care enough to ask. Literally the source of his personal issues.

Insert convo with Tokoyami. Very emotionally charged conversation. Goth birb reveals he is depressed and has major self-esteem issues. So does V. The blog really is his life. V gives him words of encouragement. Tokoyami gracefully accepts and thanks him. Frenchboi realizes that Tokoyami’s actually… kinda cute? Interest in him peaks.

DATE WITH KOUDA. Goes to a petting zoo of course. Aoyama cant get the animals to come around him on his own, so Kouda uses his quirk to make it easier. Very, very sweet. Aoyama’s expecting to have to sleep with him, but Kouda’s alright with just a peck. Doesn’t promise too much, but Kouda really is a sweet, sweet boy.

Explodidicks shows up again. He’s jelly sandwich that frenchboi went on a date with Disney princess.

“but you liked V, not me?”

“STFU SPARKLE BITCH!”

Bakuhoe cant bring himself to ask him out, so he storms off like a baby bitch.

Frenchboi sees Tokoyami the next day, but friendship meter isn’t high enough to talk to him without giving himself away. Fuck.

Messages Tokoyami. Goth birb is surprised he messaged him first. Heartwarming convo leads to some hot stuff. Convinces goth birb to send a tasteful nude after some time. V compliments him like mad and flusters the birb.

More talk about V during the day. Most of the 1-A class are taking about how wonderful he is while others are skeptical. “Why just Class 1-A, hmm?”

Deku asks Aoyama about the blog in private. (Shouji overhears)

“Hey, how long do you plan on keeping this running? Aren’t you afraid you might be hurting your chances of positive press when becoming a pro hero?”

That;s a good question, but the answer isn’t so simple.

“Ne t’en fais pas, Deku-kun. I’ll be fine~”

No. be very worried.

Teachers and staff are beginning to believe the traitor is behind the blog and that its using it to find out personal information about the staff and students. Proceed investigation.

Shouji confronts Aoyama.

“so you’re V?”

Frenchboi admits it.

Tentacles ensures his secret his safe. “I’m just glad you’re helping Tokoyami out. But he’s gonna have to know who you are one day.”

Moral dilemma arises.

Gets message from Mina.

Bakusquad orgy? Bakusquad orgy.

Goes to Bakusquad orgy. Gets fucked by everyone there.

Bakugou gets in his feelings and starts getting possessive of frenchboi. Very aggressive with his love but will take versus getting Thanos’d.

Next day, Bakuhoe lowkey claiming croissant. Gets aggressive with Kouda. Kouda backs off and stops talking to frenchboi for a while. Poor thing…

Aoyama faces his fears and confronts bakuhoe for being a bakubitch.

Bakubitch is offended. Threatens to blow up frenchboi but Iida intervenes.

“This is none of your fucking business!”

Fight almost breaks out, but Aizawa intervenes. All three of them get suspended.

Iida contacts Aoyama during suspension. Asks what his relationship is between him and Bakugou.

Admits they’ve banged more than a few times. Accidently slips that they’ve spoken online beforehand.

“So, you’re V?”

“Oui.”

“AHA! I knew it!”

“Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Your secret is safe with me, Aoyama-san!”

Iida’s secretly conflicted that he sent a dick pic and fapped to Aoyama, ngl.

Aoyama’s curious about Iida’s dick game, so he invites him over to his room for some play.

Glasses boi comes by, finds Croissant poised up in a school girl outfit looking cute af.

Hot sex ensues. Bakugou overhears it in passing.

Aoyama messages Kouda. Kouda responds. Says he really likes him but can’t do it anymore. Frenchboi feels horrible but won’t stop him.

Insert convo with Tokoyami. Lots and lots of flirting. Aoyama’s dying for Toko to ask about his identity, but the birb respects his anonymity way too much. Lets it ride. Sends pics to each other.

Suspension over.

Staff is pulling students one by one to question their relations to V. Aizawa makes an official announcement to be wary of V. Aoyama wants to fucking die.

Insert convo with Momo. Light flirting, confesses to V that she’s been thinking about him and wants to meet. Tells him that her school thinks he’s dangerous. V assures that he isn’t.

Insert convo with Deku. Deku’s concerned about frenchboi’s well-being and suggests he comes clean. Aoyama’s not ready to.

Insert convo with Bakugou.

Oh lord.

“So you’re gonna go and fuck Sonic the Nerdhog now!?”

“Bakugou, if you like me, just ask me out.”

“…”

Bakugou logs off for the night.

Insert convo from Tsuyu.

“Aoyama, I know its you, but I won’t rat you out.”

“Oh… okay, thank you? But why contact me from here?”

“Wellllllllll….”

Meets up with Tsuyu. Reveals that its spring and this is the time when her body’s ready to mate. Knew that Aoyama was an easy target. Take that how you will.

Oh yeah, frogs get busy in the spring.

Has sex.

+1 new fuckbuddy

Croissant goes to bed and realizes he’s been whoring himself like mad. Evaluates his life choices and realizes he’s literally addicted to the attention. Also realizes that his shit’s gonna slide out of his ass like butter if he doesn’t take it easy.

Declines offer for another Bakusquad orgy and gives the blog a rest for a while.

1-A is being investigated now. Tailman, Sugar Rush, Mineta, and Croissant are suspects.

Insert convo from Ojiro.

“Hey dude, I know this blog means a lot to you, but if you can show up in person and get these guys off our backs that’d mean a lot to us. Thanks~”

Damn… that’s one person that cannot know about his identity. Tells him he’s not in the country.

Is interested in Ojiro’s peen ngl. He got that martial artist bod afterall.

Coaxes tailboy into a conversation. Tailboy… aint really with the gay shit. Is a lot like Todoroki, but doesn’t even try to talk dirty. Jeez, is he really all that straight? 0/10

Sends a tasteful nude. Tries to get him to at least send his abs. Something.

“Fine.” Whatever it takes to get the staff from checking his internet history.

Send a pic of his torso, his pants are kinda low. OOF. DAT V LINE.

Talks a little bit more, then logs off.

Depression starts to settle in. His classmates are noticing him, but not for the right reasons. Deku notices. Iida notices. Uraraka notices. Tokoyami grows suspicious from his non-attentionwhoring ways.

Tokoyami approaches Aoyama for the first time.

Oh god, his palms are sweaty.

Knees weak, arms heavy… Mom’s spaghetti.

“Are you alright?”

“Oui, I’m okay.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem like yourself. I am a bit concerned.”

Aoyama comes clean. Tokoyami is surprised, but isn’t upset.

Spends the day comforting Aoyama. Even brings by moshi icecream. Very wholesome. Nothing flirty or anything, just bro stuff.

Toko compliments Aoyama on his ability to talk to people and suggests applying that offline as well- he’d be far more liked that way.

Frenchboi reveals that he initially made a regular blog to make friends because he often felt lonely at Yuuei but resorted to sex because of the lack of attention. Deku is his only legitimate friend here.

“Then let’s be friends as well.”

Aoyama cries. Hard. Very emotional moment.

He accepts it.

Aoyama writes on his blog that he’s not gonna be too active. People aren’t very happy, but they accept.

The folks in the know ask about his post last night. Keeps it cute and says he’s gonna take it easy for a bit. Deku and Toko smiles.

The staff of investigation notices the post and begins narrowing down the suspects.

Bakugou pulls Aoyama aside. He’s calm and collected- asks him if he’s okay.

Frenchboi nods, Bakuboi finally asks him on a date. He hesitantly accepts. Not sure why he’s so fixated on him, but cool I guess.

(Insert Bakusquad cheesing in the background)

Kouda summons the courage to talk to Aoyama again and apologizes for leaving him hanging. Frenchboi forgives him and accepts his friendship.

+1 Friendship

DATE WITH BAKUGOU. Indoor rock climbing! How cool is that!? Frenchboi is scared shitless, but Explosionboi knows what he’s doing. Bakugou is mainly quiet the entire time but is pretty sweet in gaining Frenchboi’s trust with the harnesses. Deep conversation reveals that Bakugou doesn’t have many friends either. Apologizes for being so pushy and inconsiderate. Admits he doesn’t handle his emotions well. Aoyama reveals personal info about his blog and his loneliness.

“You’re a fucking weirdo tbh, but you have a lot of balls.”

His way of complimenting him, I guess? Also advises him to stop being so fucking slutty before his ass becomes Stargate… or else.

Ooh, the irony.

Doesn’t sleep together, sweet peck on the forehead tho.

Tokoyami and Deku checks up on him.

Insert messages from Bakusquad telling him how much Bakugou enjoyed today. Also thanks Aoyama for being a friend through V.

Bakuboi probs told them about his dilemma, that little shit. He still felt loved nonetheless. Very wholesome.

Frenchboi comes into class the next day and… actually gets greeted? He tears up.

Bakugou calls him a faggot.

Gets called into the office after school.

It’s time.

They question him about the blog and its contents.

He comes clean.

Aizawa wants to expel the shit out of him but he technically did nothing wrong, so he stays.

Firmly asks him to delete the blog. Gets reprimanded for running a damn sex blog while training to be a public defender.

They agree to keep it under wraps, but Aizawa orders Aoyama to apologize to the class.

He does.

There’s a mixture of disgust, shock, and wonder.

The end.

 TL;DR: tfw the blog that you think is singlehandedly tearing down your school is just the creation of a lonely 16-year old.

[risalei-nur]

TAFSIR: Risale-i Nur: The Rays Collection:The Fourteenth Ray.Part54

FOURTH POINT

The answer to a number of suspicious questions:

T h e F i r s t : ‘The worldly’ say to me:

“How do you live? What do you live on since you do not work? We don’t want people in our country who sit around idly and live off the labour of others.”

T h e A n s w e r :

I live through frugality and the resulting plenty. I am not obliged to anyone other than the One Who provides for me and I have taken the decision not to become obliged to anyone else. Yes, someone who lives on a hundred para, or even forty para, does not become obliged to anyone. I do not want to explain this matter. To do so is most disagreeable to me, as it may make me feel a sort of pride or egotism. But since ‘the worldly’ ask about it suspiciously, I reply as follows:

Since my childhood, throughout my life, it has been a principle of my life not to accept anything from the people, even zakat, not to accept a salary -only I was compelled to accept one for one or two years in the Darü’l-Hikmeti’l-Islamiye on the insistence of my friends- and not to become obliged to people for a worldly livelihood. The people of my native region and those who have known me in other places know this. During these five years of exile, many friends have tried earnestly to make me accept their gifts, but I have accepted none of them. If, therefore, it is asked me,

“So how do you manage to live?”

I reply: I live through Divine bestowal and blessings. For sure, my soul deserves all insults and contempt, but as a wonder resulting from service of the Qur’an, I receive plenty and blessings which are a Divine bestowal in the matter of sustenance. In accordance with the verse, 

But the bounty of your Sustainer rehearse and proclaim (93:11)

I shall recall the bounties Almighty God has bestowed on me, and mention a few examples by way of thanks. But together with being thanks, I am frightened that it will induce hypocrisy and pride so that blessed plenty will be cut. For to make known a secret Divine gift of plenty causes it to cease. But what can I do, I am compelled to tell them.

The First: This six months one bushel (kile) of wheat, consisting of thirty-six loaves of bread, has sufficed me. There is still some left, it is not finished. How much longer it will last, I do not know.  

The Second: This blessed month of Ramadan I received food from only two houses, and both of them made me ill. I understood that I am prohibited from eating the food of others. The rest of the time, in the whole of Ramadan, three loaves of bread and one okka of rice sufficed me, as was witnessed and told by Abdullah Çavus, the owner of a blessed house and a loyal friend who saw my economizing. The rice even was finished two weeks after the end of Ramadan.

The Third: For three months on the mountain one kiyye of butter was enough for me and my guests, eating it every day together with bread. On one occasion even I had a blessed visitor called Süleyman. Both his bread and my bread were about to be finished. It was Wednesday. I told him to go and get some bread. For two hours’ distance on every side of us there was no one from whom he could have got any bread. He said that he wanted to stay with me on the mountain on Thursday night so that we could pray together. Saying, Our reliance is on God, I told him to stay. Later, although it had no connection with this and there was no reason for it, we both began walking till we reached the top of the mountain. There was a little water in the ewer, and we had a small piece of sugar and some tea. I said to him: “Brother! Make some tea!” He set about making it and I sat down under a cedar-tree overlooking a deep ravine. I thought regretfully to myself: We have a bit of mouldy bread which will only just be enough for us this evening. What shall we do for two days and what shall I say to this ingenuous man? While thinking this, I suddenly turned my head involuntarily and I saw a huge loaf of bread on the cedar-tree in among the branches; it was facing us. I exclaimed: “Süleyman! Good news! Almighty God has sent us food.” We took the bread, and looking at it saw that no bird or wild animal had touched it. And for twenty or thirty days no one at all had climbed to the top of that mountain. The bread was sufficient for us for the two days. While we were eating and it was about to be finished, righteous Süleyman who had been the most loyal of loyal friends for four years, suddenly appeared from below with more bread. 

The Fourth: I bought this sack coat that I’m wearing seven years ago second-hand. In five years I have spent only four and a half liras on clothes, underwear, slippers, and stockings. Frugality and Divine mercy and the resulting plenty have sufficed me.

Thus, there are numerous things like these examples and numerous sorts of Divine blessings. The people of this village know most of them. But do not suppose I am mentioning them out of pride, I have been forced to, rather. And do not think they were due to my goodness. These instances of plenty were either bestowal to the sincere friends who have visited me, or a bestowal on account of service to the Qur’an, or an abundance and benefit resulting from frugality, or they have been sustenance for the four cats I have which recite the Divine Names “O Most Compassionate One! O Most Compassionate One!”, which comes in the form of plenty and from which I benefit too.

Yes, if you listen carefully to their mournful miaowings, you will understand that they are saying, “Ya Rahim! Ya Rahim! O Most Compassionate One! O Most Compassionate One!” We have arrived at the subject of cats and it has recalled the hen. I have a hen. This winter every day almost without exception she brought me an egg from the treasury of Mercy. Then one day she brought me two eggs and I was astonished. I asked my friends

“How can this be?”

They replied: “Perhaps it is a Divine gift.”

The hen also has a young chick she hatched in the summer. It started to lay at the beginning of Ramadan and continued for forty days. Neither I nor those who assist me have any doubt that, being both young, and in winter, and in Ramadan, this blessed situation was a Divine gift and bestowal. And whenever the mother stopped laying, it immediately started, not leaving me without eggs.

S e c o n d S u s p i c i o u s Q u e s t i o n : ‘The worldly’ ask:

How can we be confident that you will not interfere in our world? If we leave you free, perhaps you may interfere in it. Also, how do we know that you are not being cunning? How do we know that it is not a stratagem, showing yourself to have abandoned the world and not taking things from the people openly, but secretly?

T h e A n s w e r :

My attitude and situation in the Court Martial and in the period before the proclamation of the Constitution, which are known by many, and my defence in the Court Martial at that time called The Testimony of Two Schools of Misfortune, show decisively that the life I lived was such that I would not resort to the tiniest wiles, let alone cunning and subterfuge. If trickery had been resorted to in this last five years, application would have been made to you in sycophantic manner. A wilely man tries to ingratiate himself. He does not hold back; he always tries to deceive and hoodwink. Whereas I have not condescended to lower myself by responding to the severest attacks and criticisms levelled at me. Saying, I place my trust in God, I turned my back on ‘the worldly.’ Moreover, one who discovers the reality of this world and knows the hereafter, is not sorry if he is sensible; he does not turn back to the world and struggle with it again. Someone after the age of fifty who has no connection with anything and is alone, will not sacrifice eternal life for one or two years of the chatter and deception of this world. If he does so, he is not cunning, but foolish and crazy. What can a crazy lunatic do so that anyone should bother with him? As for the suspicion of outwardly abandoning the world while inwardly seeking it, in accordance with the verse,

Nor do I absolve my own self [of blame]; the [human] soul is certainly prone to evil (12:53)

I do not exonerate my soul, for it wants everything bad. But in this fleeting world, this temporary guest-house, during old age, in a brief life, it is not reasonable to destroy eternal, everlasting life and eternal happiness for a little bit of pleasure. Since it is not profitable for the reasonable and the aware, my soul has willy-nilly had to follow my reason.

T h e T h i r d S u s p i c i o u s Q u e s t i o n : ‘The worldly’ say:

Do you like us? Do you approve of us? If you do like us, why are you stand-offish and have nothing to do with us? If you do not like us, that means you object to us, and we crush those who object to us.

T h e A n s w e r :

Not you, if I had loved your world, I would not have withdrawn from it. I don’t like either you or your world. But I do not interfere with them. For I have different goals, different points have filled my heart; they have left no place in my heart to think of other things. Your duty is to look to the hand, not to the heart. For you seek your government and your public order. So long as the hand does not interfere, what right do you have to interfere in the heart and say, “the heart should love us too” although you are in no way worthy of it? Yes, just as I desire and long for the spring during this winter, but I cannot will it nor attempt to bring it, so I long for the world to be righted and I pray for it and I want the worldly to be reformed, but I cannot will these things, because I do not have the power. I cannot attempt them in fact, because it is neither my duty, nor do I have the capacity.

F o u r t h S u s p i c i o u s Q u e s t i o n : ‘The worldly’ say:

We have experienced so many calamities, we no longer have confidence in anyone. How can we be certain that given the opportunity you won’t interfere as you wish?

T h e A n s w e r :

The previous points should give you confidence. In addition, since I did not interfere in your world while in my native region among my students and relatives, in the midst of those who heeded me and of exciting events, for someone who is alone in exile, with no one, a stranger, weak, powerless, turned with all his strength towards the hereafter, cut off from all social relations and correspondence, who has only found a few friends from far afield who are also turned to the hereafter, and who is a stranger to everyone else and whom everyone else regards as a stranger - for such a person to interfere in your fruitless and dangerous world would surely be a compounded lunacy.