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thearmyprof · 2 years ago

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The Great Flood of Green Valley

Rating: M

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin

Word count: 8,752

Chapters: 3/3

Genre: Historical AU (non-realistic)

Warnings: Depictions of Natural Disaster

Summary: Life in Green Valley is quiet and, although he is young and all his peers have seen the world, Jimin is content with his life. His biggest source of worry is his crush over his neighbor, Yoongi, who is the town's artisan carpenter and far too important to mind a small shop boy. All this changes one day when, after weeks of rain, the dam keeping water out of their peaceful valley forms a leak.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46545421/chapters/117207799

Additional Tags: flood, dam breaks, Minor Character Death, Protective Min Yoongi | Suga, Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Carpenter Min Yoongi | Suga, Sweet Park Jimin, it's basically two very soft sweet boys caught in a terrible natural disaster, emotional support chicken

Chapter 1. The Rain.

If you asked Jimin on any given day, he would say he loves the little town he lives in. Not so many years ago, he might have given a different answer. As a young teen, he longed to leave the Green Valley and see the world. He wanted more than the single main street with its handful of shops, the one-room schoolhouse, and small temple. However, as he grew up into a young man of twenty, he has settled down a bit. This town, boasting its very first motorcar last summer and the friendly people are enough for him—especially the people.

The jingle of the bells over the shop door alerts Jimin to someone's presence.

“I’ll be right there!” he shouts from the back storeroom. He grabs the candles he was looking for and pushes open the swinging door that separates the back from the front of the shop.

“Jimin-ah!” a short young woman greets Jimin. She shakes out her umbrella and leaves it leaning on the wall by the door. The hem of her dress is soaked and caked in mud.

“Sunja! You’re back from the big city?” Jimin gives his friend a smile as he sets the box of candles on the front counter. “How was the trip?”

“Oh, well, the city was great. So much to see and do. You have to come by my house tomorrow to see the new fabrics I purchased! Oh, and when I tell you the fashion, Jimin-ah, it’s so trendy there. The journey was arduous. The rains just would not stop. Made the roads terribly muddy. I almost wished I had stayed longer,” Sonja says in one breath.

Jimin laughs at his friend and her flushed face. “I will be sure to come by tomorrow to see all the marvelous things you brought back with you.”

“Please do,” Sunja says with a grin. “How was everything here while I was gone? I heard that Kwang Jaesun finally had her baby. Any other news?”

Jimin snorts. “You have already heard of the newest baby in town. You are probably more caught up on our gossip in the hours you’ve been back than I am. I’ve been mostly holed up in this shop while you’ve been away.”

“Really? Where are your parents? You are still young,” she says as she wiggles her eyebrows. “Should you not be out being courted?”

“Song Sunja!” Jimin hisses. He can already feel the flush blooming on his cheeks. “I am not being courted.”

“I do not know what else I would call it, if not being courted, Jimin,” Sunja deadpans. “That man dotes on you. But where are your parents?”

“They traveled shortly after you left. They needed to check on the farms outside the Green Valley. So, they’ve been gone now, about three weeks? I expect them back in a week or so, assuming all went well with the farms. All of this rain might delay them though.”

Sunja hums as she looks around the shop. Jimin is quite proud of the store itself. Probably to someone just back from the big city the wooden shelves full of honey and jams, the table of beeswax and candles is not much. For their little town, though, they just keep up with everyone’s needs.

“I just made new beeswax candles. Do you want to take some with you, Sunja?” Jimin asks, laying a hand on the box he��d retrieved from the back.

“I’ll leave some money with you for them now and you can bring them tomorrow when you come. How does that sound? Perhaps if they are too burdensome, you can ask a certain carpenter to help you carry them.”

Jimin whines faintly under his breath. “Sunja, please. It’s not like that.”

“Is it not?” she asks, still smirking at him.

“He is a very sweet, caring friend. I do not- I am not- I won’t hope for more from him. He is so very accomplished and I sell candlesticks,” Jimin says with a pout.

“Nonsense,” Sunja dismisses his concerns. “Mark my words, that man is in love with you just as the sun rises and sets. Tell me, Jimin-ah, how many times has he come to check in on you while your parents have been away?”

Jimin grows ever redder.

“Tell me, Jimin-ah,” Sunja leans on the counter, her face nearing his.

“Not every day,” Jimin mumbles.

“But nearly?”

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and nods.

“Sunja, he’s just a dear friend,” he tries again.

“Poppycock and nonsense,” Sunja says.

After a hug and kisses to cheeks, Jimin watches Sunja head back out into what looks like a torrential downpour. Just as she steps into the gravel road, a man darts over from across the street. Jimin, to his mortification, watches as Sunja turns to smirk noticeably in his direction before going on her way back home.

“Yoongi hyung, come in, out of the rain quickly,” Jimin ushers the drenched man across the threshold.

“Thanks, Jimin-ah,” the other man says quietly.

He’s wearing a nicely tailored black outfit, his black leather boots now muddy from the dash in the rain. All of him is dripping onto the wood floors of the shop..

“What are you doing out in this weather, hyung?” Jimin asks, hurrying to the back room to find a blanket to help dry Yoongi off with.

“The rain has been coming down so fiercely, I thought I should check to make sure you were alright. Has that leak upstairs been giving you any problems?” Yoongi asks. He accepts the blanket Jimin hands him with a soft smile, wrapping it around his shoulders.

“Ah, no, your last patch seems to be holding. Thank you, hyung,” Jimin replies.

Yoongi nods and they fall into a comfortable silence. Jimin decides to finish setting out the candles.

When he finishes, he turns his attention back to Yoongi. While he is positive the man is just a caring friend, Sunja’s teasing still hit a little close to home. Yoongi is reserved in mixed company, saves his conversation for his passions, and is extremely protective. He’s also an artisan carpenter—something that the townsfolk love to brag about. Their little town is honestly too small for the likes of Yoongi—something everyone was sure to tell Yoongi when he moved here from the big city. With an ache in his heart, Jimin can’t deny that he’s not more than a little in love with him. He just knows he’s not nearly accomplished enough—or cultured enough—to be deserving of the man.

“Sunja is back from the big city,” Jimin decides to say.

Yoongi nods again. “I saw her leaving the shop. I’m sorry to have missed her. I assume her trip was fruitful.”

“She does seem to have had a good time,” Jimin agrees. “I shall visit her tomorrow to see what she’s brought back with her.”

Yoongi smiles at this. “That sounds fun, Jimin-ah.”

“Would you be free for dinner tomorrow? I was thinking of making a stew,” Jimin asks.

Yoongi seems to perk up at the invitation. “Dinner would be lovely, Jimin.”

“Good, I’ll be sure to make it with the seasonings you like,” Jimin says with a smile that turns his eyes into crescents.

“Don’t go out of your way. Whatever you make will be delicious, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi admonishes.

Jimin shakes his head still smiling. “I enjoy making it the way you like it.”

“Until tomorrow, then, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says with a nod. He takes the blanket and folds it before handing it back to Jimin. “Thank you for the lending of your blanket. Sorry for dripping on your floor.”

“See you tomorrow, Yoongi hyung,” Jimin says, shaking his head with a brilliant smile to dismiss the apologies. He hopes Yoongi can’t see the blush in his cheeks.

Yoongi likes the quiet town life. He spent his youth apprenticing in the big city several days' journal outside the Green Valley. After his parents passed away in the plague several years ago, he was left a sizable amount of land and the shop, which he converted to a carpentry. He sold much of the land and bought real estate in the big city as an investment. He figures he will work his carpentry until his body or eyes give out and then he can retire to the big city. Still, for now, he likes the quiet town life. He likes the inhabitants, even if they are a bit nosy sometimes.

“The rain has been falling for almost a fortnight now,” the portly man says to Yoongi.

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement as he finishes writing out the total for the pieces of furniture promised to this customer.

“Did you hear they were having trouble up at the dam?” the portly customer’s friend, who seems to have tagged along on this trip to the carpenter’s for no reason other than gossip.

“What about the dam?” the portly man asks.

“I heard from my friend, whose son is a worker up at the dam, that they were having trouble because of all this rain,” the friend says.

“What kind of trouble?” The portly man is frowning now.

The friend leans in conspiratorially and says in a hushed tone, “A leak. They don’t want to worry the town though.”

Yoongi furrows his brow at this. He hands over the slip and takes payment from the man. As the customers leave, he decides to close the shop early. He doesn’t like the idea the dam might be leaking. A small worm of anxiety settles in his head.

As he settles with his tea in his small living quarters above the carpenter’s shop, he watches the rain continue to fall. He looks across the street and sees at least one light still lit in the apartment of Jimin’s family.

Yoongi found himself wondering if Jimin would consider traveling to the big city with him. At least until this horrendous rain stops. He knows Jimin’s never had the opportunity to travel outside the Green Valley. Most young people in the town have had the chance of at least one trip before they settle down into their adult lives with jobs and partners and families. Jimin’s parents were never fond of the big city, so Jimin never got to go.

Yoongi shakes his head as he realizes he’s been daydreaming again. He knows he’s been too shy about things, too slow. He knows if he’s not careful someone else is going to come along and win Jimin’s heart first. And he really should do this in the right order—winning Jimin’s heart before galavanting off to the big city with him.

He sighs and takes a swig of tea. He scrunches his nose the moment it hits his tongue, realizing it’s gone cold. That’s a sign, if there ever was any, that it is high time for bed.

By the time he’s blowing out the candle lighting the room, casting eerie shadows across the ceiling and walls of his bedroom, the rain has stopped. The quiet from outside is almost disconcerting. Yoongi shakes his head, trying to dislodge the anxiety, perhaps. The rain has stopped. Everything will be fine.

Jimin is woken to a pounding below him on the door of his family’s shop. It’s dark. He’s faintly aware of the rain drilling down on the roof as he fumbles around for his robe. The pounding is so insistent, he doesn’t bother lighting a candle, but feels his way down the stairs to the shop door.

“Hyung? What’s the matter?” Jimin asks anxiously after opening the door to Yoongi standing in the rain, pale-faced and his robe soaked through, barely visible in the dark. Fear creeps through his veins, leaving him feeling breathless.

Before Yoongi could answer his question, a large cracking sound cut through the air. The one street lamp that was still burning, despite the rain coming down in sheets, flickers out.

“Shit,” Yoongi says. “We need to get to the roof, Jimin.”

“What? Why?” Jimin asks, knowing how small he sounds.

Instead of answering, Yoongi is feeling in the dark for Jimin’s hand. Yoongi’s fingers find Jimin’s forearm and feel their way down to interlace their fingers together. He pulls him back into the shop and towards the stairs.

“What’s the easiest way to get to the roof, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi says as he feels his way past the shop counter.

“There- there’s a ladder from my parents room,” Jimin says, shifting to take the lead and show Yoongi the way up the stairs to the second floor of his family’s home. “But- but, hyung, why do we need to be on the roof? The rain is coming down so hard. Won’t we drown up there?”

They reach the second floor and Jimin has one hand feeling along the wall, his other still entangled with Yoongi’s. He’s sliding the door to his parent’s room open before Yoongi answers him. His voice is so low, Jimin has to strain his ears to hear him.

“I think the dam is going to break. It’s not built to take this much rain, in this short of a period of time. I think the whole valley is going to flood.”

Jimin thinks his heart stopped for a brief moment. Then he’s pulling Yoongi into his parents’ bedroom.

Jimin stops in the center of the room and reluctantly releases Yoongi’s hand. “Wait here, I’ll pull the ladder down.”

The ladder is a simple one, made of rope and bamboo rungs. Before Jimin can’t think further, he’s guiding Yoongi to the rungs. Yoongi pushes Jimin forward to have him go first and climbs up after him.

The rain is cold and unrelenting as they pull themselves through the trap door onto the tile roof. The light is at least a little better up here, the dim at least allowing the two men to find their way to a rafter of wood sticking out at the juncture of the roof. It’s slow going as they try not to slip on the wet tiles of the roof. Jimin is still barefoot and scrabbles to hang on in some spots, almost crawling on all fours, rather than walking upright.

“Sit here,” Yoongi says as he guides Jimin by the shoulders to tuck himself into the joint at the roof. It’s only a small reprieve from the rain still pelting down.

Jimin watches as Yoongi pulls a length of rope from his waist and starts securing it around the rafter. Then he motions for Jimin to lift his arms and binds Jimin to the wood.

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks. He has to half-shout in the din of the rain. There’s also an undeniable other noise that could almost have been mistaken for that fancy motorcar that rumbles around town.

“This will keep you secure in case the roof comes loose,” Yoongi says matter-of-factly as he keeps working on wrapping the rope around Jimin and the rafter, then securing a very complicated looking knot.

Jimin feels the burn of tears in his eyes. “What about you, hyung?”

The other noise might be a big train rolling toward them, as the sound grows louder. It’s the sort of thing Jimin has only heard a few times, seeing friends and family off at the train station at the other end of the valley.

“I don’t have enough rope. I just grabbed the first thing I could in the shop on the way over,” he replies. He says this quietly, but Jimin doesn't need to truly hear the words to understand what is happening.

“Hyung! What about you?” he shouts. His tears track down his cheeks, becoming indiscernible from the rain drops.

Yoongi seems content with his knots and tucks himself in against the rafter next to Jimin. He loops his arms around Jimin’s waist and Jimin completes the hug with his own arms grasped tightly around Yoongi’s neck. The rumbling underneath the rain grows louder. Jimin can almost feel the vibrations of the sound through the tiles of the roof.

With his face tucked onto Jimin’s shoulder, he doesn’t need to shout for Jimin to hear him say, “I will hold on tight. I love you, Jimin-ah. I’m sorry I was too cowardly to tell you before now.”

Jimin’s arms hold Yoongi impossibly tighter, tears blurring completely with the rain, as he says, “I love you, Yoongi.”

The rumbling, roaring sound becomes louder, with other noises Jimin doesn’t understand. Everything is so loud, he’s not sure it can be real—the way it leaves him feeling deaf to anything and everything else. It’s not until later, he realizes the crackling, banging, sheer loudness of everything, is actually his entire town—the place he’s lived his whole life—being uprooted and smashed apart by a great wall of water.

Chapter 2. The Flood.

Earth. Jimin wrinkles his nose as the scents of mud, earth, and silt assault him. The next thing he notices is the sun, shining brightly, as he squints his eyes open. As he blinks, trying to adjust to the light, the full force of aching throughout his body hits him. Everything hurts.

Lifting his hand to shade his eyes, Jimin tries to make sense of what he’s seeing. There’s brown water everywhere before him. And debris, broken timber and ripped up trees, floats in the brown water in mangled slow-moving masses. As his eyes acclimate, he realizes he’s seeing parts of buildings, roofs, and other refuse that used to be his town.

Turning his neck, the pain echoes through his body again. He realizes he’s still tied tightly to the rafter of his roof. He sluggishly reaches for where Yoongi had tied the knots that kept him secure.

The thought of Yoongi has adrenaline coursing through his veins in an instant. His lungs feel as if they’ve been punched when he tries to sit up quickly, only to be held down by the ropes, to look around for the other man. He’s nowhere to be seen.

“Yoongi?” Jimin shouts. His voice is harsh, as if overused. He tries to cough and clear his throat, but feels trapped by the ropes that may have likely saved his life.

Jimin spends several minutes struggling with the knots. They are waterlogged making loosening them almost impossible. But eventually, with sore fingers, he digs the knots loose. Ignoring the pain still radiating through him, he quickly pushes the rope away from his body so he can move. He at least has the presence of mind to keep the rope, tying it carefully to the rafter, in case he needs it again later.

Now that he can move, Jimin carefully looks around what is left of his family home’s roof. Only part of the roof seems to have survived, giving him only a small platform to crawl on. He doesn’t stray too far from the rafter for fear of capsizing his makeshift vessel.

“Yoongi!” he shouts again. There is an eerie silence that surrounds him. There’s a distant creaking sound of timber colliding in the water.

Then he sees his first body. A man is floating face down in the brown water, wearing now-dirty sleeping robes. He floats by Jimin’s roof, close enough that Jimin could reach out if he wants to.

A sob escapes Jimin as he watches the body float by. The man is stoutly built, so Jimin knows he’s not Yoongi. Since he is not Yoongi, he doesn’t really want to know which neighbor met such a fate. Not yet, at any rate.

“Yoongi, hyung,” Jimin whimpers as he presses himself back against the rafter. “Where are you?”

Jimin doesn’t know how long he’s been floating down this vast brown, debris-filled river, when his little roof refuge gets entangled in the roots of a tree. The collision is soft, as the water isn’t moving very quickly, but still alarms Jimin. He tenses as he waits for the roof to capsize. He can swim, but not that well. He certainly wouldn’t trust whatever debris is floating underneath this opaque water not to snare even the best of swimmers.

He sits frozen for a moment before he hears the soft clucking sound coming from the direction of the tree roots. He slowly crawls closer to the edge of the roof where the roots have been caught up with the jagged wood and tile.

In the roots, which are much like branches sticking up into the air above the water, sits a small lavender-grey hen. She’s nestled down in the roots, looking not-that-worse-for-wear, but also clearly not happy about the current state of things. Jimin can relate.

“Hello, beautiful,” Jimin coos. He’s as close to the edge and the roots as he dares without risking capsizing the whole platform.

The hen tilts her head in his direction in interest. Jimin clicks his tongue and holds out a gentle hand in her direction.

“Do you want to ride together, beautiful?” Jimin asks the hen. He tries clicking his tongue again.

She stares at him for a moment, as if in thought. Then further on, out in the water, metal clangs. Jimin thinks two large metal objects must have collided with one another. It’s enough to startle the chicken though, she flaps her wings dramatically and hops over to Jimin’s roof. Then she heads to the rafter, where she settles down.

Jimin smiles at her, crawling back in her direction, slowly so as to not scare her. Just as he’s settling back down against the rafter, the whole roof shakes. He looks around in alarm to find another pile of mangled wood has caught on the tree roots, pulling the roots away from his roots. The roof wobbles as it breaks free and floats on.

Jimin chuckles nervously and looks back at the hen. She seems nonplussed about everything. He reaches out his hand slowly, waiting for her to show her discomfort. When she just watches him, unmoving, he lets his hand run gently along her back.

“Well, this sure is a predicament, isn’t it, beautiful?” Jimin murmurs. He looks across the landscape again, wondering what his next move will be. The water has to end eventually, right? Or he will hit land of some kind? He doesn’t imagine there will be people around to rescue him anytime soon, but maybe he will find other survivors that made it to safety like he did.

That last thought has tears prickling his eyes. He worries about the townspeople and his friends. Most importantly, though, he worries about Yoongi, who selflessly brought rope to save Jimin. He hopes beyond hope that he’s just floating on another piece of roof, unharmed.

Jimin wakes with a headache. The sun is shining in full force, bearing down on his little piece of rooftop. He’s realizing he should have done more to protect his head and face, but it’s too late now. He also realizes that if he doesn’t find land soon, he might well die of dehydration. Foolish. He mentally kicks himself for not staying awake to keep an eye out for help.

As he looks out at his surroundings, everything looks much the same. The sun hasn’t helped matters much—like in drying up the water, for example—but has clearly intensified the smells. Jimin wrinkles his nose at the putrid smells of decay that emanate from the water itself. As if to prove a point, his eyes catch on the remains of a horse floating at some distance. Nausea roils in his stomach.

He turns and gently picks up the chicken, after she offers no protest. He settles her on his lap, petting soothingly down her back, as he looks out across the brown expanse. Another woman’s body, tangled up in another mass of tree roots, floats by and Jimin closes his eyes. They burn behind his eyelids, but no more tears come.

The sun is hot as he lays there and he doesn’t know how much time is passing. He still feels sick to his stomach and he shivers beneath his robes, which strikes him as odd with the sun being so warm. He moves to curl up under the rafter as much as he can, still holding the little hen in his arms. The beam does not provide much in the way of shade, unfortunately.

The sun crosses the sky, getting lower on the horizon of the mountains to the west. Jimin watches the mountains and thinks of the dam, somewhere up there that must have broken, causing this disaster that is unfolding around him. He wonders how much water those mountains must have been holding for there to be enough to fill the whole of Green Valley.

“Jimin-ssi?” he hears someone shout from far away.

He looks towards the voice to see a pair of people floating on a roof in the distance. He doesn’t recognize them, but his vision is a bit blurry. He blames dehydration.

“Jimin-ssi!” the second person shouts. Both people wave their arms in his direction.

He lifts one arm to wave back, but both makeshift rafts are slowly floating away from one another. Jimin looks around, imagining he might be able to find something to use as a paddle, but nothing presents itself. So, instead, he watches the raft carrying the pair float further and further away. He imagines they might be scrambling around trying to find a way to reach him, but can’t actually see well enough to be sure.

Later, with the sun even lower on the horizon, the car floats by. Jimin almost laughs, but can’t find the energy for it, as he watches the motorcar—in near pristine condition, at least the parts he can see—float along, as if ready to be driven through the water. He remembers when the owner had driven around town, so proud of his purchase and everyone else so proud they were a town that boasted a motorcar.

Jimin’s stomach drops as he wonders where the owner of the car is now and if he’s okay. Then melancholy sweeps over him as he realizes those streets, the whole town, are gone, swept away in this brown, smelly water.

He shivers again and fights back the nausea that rolls through him again. He wonders if he sleeps, he can wake to find this is all just a bad dream.

“Jimin? Jimin-ah, wake up,” a voice calls to him gently. Jimin can feel someone squeezing his shoulder. “Jimin-ah, can you hear me?”

Jimin moans in response and furrows his brow. He squeezes his eyes before trying to open them. His head is pounding something fierce. Other parts of him ache and he’s still nauseous, but the headache is the worst.

“I have some water, if you can sit up a bit, Jimin-ah,” the voice says and the hand moves to his back to help him sit up.

He opens his eyes, but he can’t make sense of what he’s seeing, he’s so dizzy.

“Where- what?” he tries to ask.

The voice shushes him with a pat. When Jimin feels himself helped up, the hand moves away. Then there is something pressing against his lips and he can feel cool water. His body almost reacts without his consent, as it moves quickly to drink down the offering.

“That’s right, Jimin-ah, drink, please,” the voice murmurs.

When the water is gone, Jimin tries to open his eyes to see his surroundings again. Everything is still blurry.

“Where am I?” he asks.

“We found your roof floating and managed to pull you in. This is a piece of elevated land that the flood didn’t reach. We’ve been sending out rescue parties to find survivors,” a new voice says.

Jimin blinks to try to clear his vision. This time it works, probably thanks to the portion of water. Before him is a campfire and the man across from him he recognizes as the blacksmith, Tonghyun. Jimin blinks at him, trying to process what he’s said.

“Drink some more water, Jimin-ah,” the first voice says from his side. This time, though, he recognizes who is speaking.

Jimin turns quickly to see Yoongi sitting next to him offering a bowl of water. Jimin glances up and down looking for injuries, his eyes lingering on the sling Yoongi’s arm is snugly wrapped in. With his good arm, Yoongi pushes the bowl of water up to Jimin’s lips before Jimin can say anything. Jimin drinks the water down obediently before he tries to speak again..

“Yoongi? Hyung, you’re here,” is the first thing Jimin says when the bowl of water is set aside.

Yoongi smiles. He almost looks apologetic as he says, “I tried holding on, but the water was too strong. Luckily I was able to grab onto something, a beam, I think, and stayed afloat. Dislocated my shoulder, though.”

Jimin nods, eyeing the sling again. “You’re otherwise uninjured?”

Yoongi takes his hand with his good one and smiles again. He says, “Just bumps and scrapes, nothing serious. I am so glad they found you.”

Jimin smiles, but then he’s shivering again—his whole body wracked with chills. Yoongi frowns and moves himself closer so he’s taking on some of Jimin’s body weight with his own, pulling Jimin into his side.

“You have sun sickness, I think,” Yoongi says quietly. “No water to drink and in the heat of the sun for too long.”

Jimin nods but it’s lost in his shivers. Yoongi tuts in concern and wraps his good arm around Jimin’s shoulders.

“Let’s get one more serving of water in you before we go lay down, alright, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks. “Your body needs rest.”

After helping Jimin drink another bowl of water, Yoongi shows him to a small sleeping area with one blanket and another torn blanket tied to a small tree to create the effect of a lean-to structure. He helps Jimin lie down on the blanket and wrap the other half over the top of him. When he settles Jimin, Yoongi lies down on the dirt next to him.

“You don’t have a blanket,” Jimin murmurs, already half asleep.

Yoongi chuckles. Jimin can feel the rumble against his back, through the thin blanket, where Yoongi is pressed.

“Sleep, darling. Don’t worry about anything else,” Yoongi says.

The first thought Jimin has when he wakes is of his beautiful hen. When he asks Yoongi if she was rescued with him, Yoongi promptly brings her to him. She had, apparently, been leery of the others but didn’t want to leave Jimin. Now she’s sitting in Jimin’s lap while he eats a piece of bread the group had managed to scrounge up from somewhere.

Yoongi seems to be arguing animatedly with another man that Jimin can’t quite remember the name of. Jimin almost feels bad, now that Yoongi is here, he’s mostly sitting back and letting the older man take charge. Of course, when he voiced this worry, Yoongi just gave him a raised eyebrow and said those suffering from sun sickness should be resting and not worrying about such frivolous things.

So, Jimin sits, petting his hen and watching Yoongi argue. When the older man turns back to walk across the campsite, Jimin can’t tell if the scowl on his face means good news or bad news.

“Everything okay, Yoongi?” Jimin asks when Yoongi sits down next to him with a huff.

Yoongi hums and watches Jimin pet the hen for a moment before answering further. Eventually, he says, “I was asking for a boat to get us out of the valley. Honestly, I’m a little worried about you. I want to find a doctor for you.”

Jimin looks at him in surprise. “Am I that ill?”

“Sun sickness can be very serious, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi murmurs, still watching Jimin pet the hen. “You don’t need to worry about it. Just rest. I’ll find a way to get you to the city.”

“You hear that, beautiful? Yoongi is going to take us to the big city,” Jimin whispers into the hen’s ear, knowing he’s loud enough for Yoongi to hear him. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Yoongi’s lips turn upward into a fond smile.

Jimin is not sure how he does it, but by midday, Yoongi has secured a rickety boat and oars. One of the conditions is they take some of the other injured and sick with them, but Jimin is glad to be helping people anyway.

The journey is arduous. Jimin curls himself in the boat with his hen on his lap, taking up as little space in the boat as possible. They try to triage the others so that those both most in need and also most likely to be able endure the journey are prioritized for the other spots in the boat. Another man, Jitae, Jimin thinks his name is, takes a second pair of oars to help Yoongi with the heavy boat.

They reach the valley entrance, night has fallen and they have to make camp under the stars. Yoongi lies close to Jimin, to try to help regulate his body heat. It is that night that Jimin recognizes why Yoongi might be worried about his health. He’s not sure how much he is going in and out of consciousness rather than sleep, as his body quakes and shakes.

They walk, with Jimin riding on Yoongi’s back for some of the way, until they reach an inn. Once there, things happen more quickly. News of the flood has spread already and apparently rescue screws were already being organized from the big city. Yoongi is able to secure a carriage to carry those with the most emergent injuries, including Jimin.

The next Jimin is aware, he’s tucked into a bed—a real bed. He’s tired, but feeling decidedly less ill than before. A tall man is bending over a fire across the room, stoking it up.

When he turns back, he breaks into a dimpled smile upon seeing Jimin awake.

“Park Jimin-ssi, you’re up,” he says. “My name is Kim Namjoon. I’m a close colleague of Yoongi hyung. Please call me hyung.”

Jimin bows his head awkwardly from his pillow. He says with a scratchy voice, “Nice to meet you, Namjoon hyung.”

“Where is Yoongi hyung?” he asks after looking around the cozy room.

“He’s gone out on business. I think he’s trying to sort out insurance and file reports about the flood.”

“Ah,” Jimin nods. “My- my hen?”

“She’s resting comfortably with my own hens in the hutch in the yard,” Namjoon says. He brings Jimin a cup of water. “She’ll be moved to your home, where I think Yoongi is building a yard for her. But renovations won’t be complete for a week or two.”

“Home?” Jimin wrinkles his brow.

“Ah, I think I wasn’t supposed to mention it. Sorry,” Namjoon ducks in head, chagrined. “I always hyung not to tell me secrets.”

“Secrets?” Jimin asks.

“Yah, Namjoon-ah, what did I tell you?” Yoongi says as he walks through the door.

“Sorry, hyung,” Namjoon says, but he’s smiling.

Jimin watches Yoongi walk towards him. The sling is gone and other than being a little more tan from the journey, Yoongi looks the same as ever.

“Jimin-ah, you’re awake,” Yoongi says softly as he sits in the chair next to the bed. He takes one of Jimin’s hands in his, running a thumb across Jimin’s knuckles. Jimin feels his body warming at the fondness all over the older’s face.

Both men say their goodbyes to Namjoon as he excuses himself to go run errands now that Yoongi is back. Yoongi asks after Jimin’s health and makes sure he has a little porridge and more water before he addresses anything of substance in their conversation.

“Since Namjoon has partially spoiled the surprise, I will just say things now so that you aren’t worrying,” Yoongi says softly. He sounds exasperated, but his face says nothing but that he’s endeared by his friend. “I would like to ask for your hand in marriage. I have property here in town. The house is being renovated currently and, with your consent, I would like to include you in the planning. I would like to include you in all of my future plans.”

Jimin smiles as he sees Yoongi’s ears turn red at the confession.

“Of course, I will marry you, Yoongi. I love you,” Jimin says. He leans forward into Yoongi’s chest, feeling his hyung’s heartbeat steady and comforting against his ear. He can hear the whisper from Yoongi, who has started to stroke his hair, “I love you, too, Jimin-ah.”

Chapter 3. The Sun.

Jimin and Yoongi marry the following spring.

The sun shines brightly on their wedding day, casting a golden glow over the small ceremony. Standing under a simple wooden arbor covered in purple wisteria, Jimin wears a red hanbok, adorned with delicate embroidery and a matching silk sash. Yoongi looks dashing in his navy blue suit, crisp white shirt underneath and a black tie to complete the look. His hair is neatly styled, and red embroidered flowers adorn his lapel.

The red silk of his wedding hanbok feels soft in Jimin's hands as he looks across to his small group of friends and family. His parents had reunited with him in the aftermath of the flood, having been stuck in an inn during the torrential rains while they were traveling back to Green Valley. Jimin feels a sense of relief and joy that they can be here with him on this special day. He ignores the small tug at his heart for the many people who cannot be here. Song Sunja. So many others from Green Valley.

As they exchange vows, Jimin feels the weight of the sun on his shoulders, but it is a comforting warmth. The ceremony is simple. The vows are a modest reaffirmation of what the pair already know. Jimin's heart swells with emotion as Yoongi takes his hands in his own, looking deeply into Jimin's eyes and promising to love him until the end of his days.

After the ceremony, they host a joyous celebration in the garden of their home. The space is filled with flowers and colorful lanterns, and the mouth-watering scent of their favorite foods wafts through the air. Jimin and Yoongi dance side by side under the sun, their friends and family quietly joining in the festivities.

As the day turns to night and the party winds down, and they've said goodbye to all of their guests, Jimin and Yoongi retire to their bedroom. The room is decorated with red silk sheets and lit by the soft glow of paper lanterns. The sun has set, but the warm glow of love still radiates between them. Jimin's breath catches at the beautiful arrangement of the room.

"When did you have time to do this, hyung?" he asks, peering at the older man who is looking sheepish.

"Namjoon helped me this afternoon when you were showing your parents the new garden," Yoongi replies. A beautiful light pink dusts his cheeks.

Jimin smiles, endeared. He whispers, "Thank you. It's beautiful."

He leans into tenderly place a kiss on Yoongi's cheek. Yoongi turns to face Jimin, cupping his face in his hands. Jimin can see the desire in his eyes as Yoongi leans in to kiss Jimin's lips. As they meet, and the kiss is sweet and tender. After pulling away, Yoongi rests his forehead against Jimin's.

"It might be indelicate of me to say, but I've been waiting for this moment for so long," he whispers.

"So have I," Jimin replies, running his hands over Yoongi's chest, twisting his fingers under the lapels of the jacket, feeling the embroidery under his fingertips. He can feel a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

Yoongi undresses Jimin slowly, his fingers tracing over each curve and contour, sending shivers down Jimin's spine. When Jimin recovers his wits, he returns the favor, struggling occasionally with the more complicated buttons and fastenings of Yoongi's suit.

They undress each other slowly, savoring each touch and caress. Jimin's heart skips a beat as Yoongi's gentle fingers trail down his body, igniting a fire within him. The room is filled with silence, except for the soft rustling sounds of clothes being shed and the occasional, shared breaths between them.

As Yoongi leans in to kiss Jimin again, traces of the warmth of the sun's glow still on their skin seems to accentuate the heat between them. Jimin runs his hands over Yoongi's defined muscles, electrified by the feeling of Yoongi's skin against his.

The kisses start slowly, belying the eagerness both are feeling, but soon they become more urgent, knowing they have been holding back for far too long. Yoongi gently pushes Jimin back onto the bed, his lips trailing down Jimin's neck and chest, as Jimin gasps and arches his back with pleasure at each caress.

Jimin's breath hitches as he feels Yoongi's body move against his own, and he moans softly as their bodies become fully intertwined.

The night is filled with the sounds of their passion, the warmth of their love, and the gentle glow of the paper lanterns.

Days after the wedding roll quietly one after the other, spring giving way to summer.

Yoongi has built a spacious yard just for Jimin’s hen, who seems thrilled with her new space. The garden blooms with a variety of colorful flowers and plants, the vibrant colors of pink azaleas, yellow daffodils, and white camellias setting an almost magical mood. In between bouts of rain, the air is humid and warm – perfect for spending afternoons in the garden with a good book or just lying in the grass and watching clouds float across the sky. Jimin often ventures out to take care of his hen as she pecks around, content in her own haven within the garden walls.

Despite the occasional bouts of sadness on remembering life before the flood, Jimin is content in his new, small world, taking care of his home, garden, and hen.

One day, while tending to the garden, Jimin notices a new sprout peeking up from the soil. He cheers under his breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment at the new life he has helped bring forth. As he leans over to inspect the sprout, he feels a pair of hands wrap around his waist, startling him out of his reverie.

"Yoongi!" Jimin exclaims with a laugh, turning to face his husband. Yoongi grins at him, his eyes soft and fond.

"I thought I'd surprise you," he says , pulling Jimin in for a gentle kiss. Jimin's heart flutters as he wraps his arms around Yoongi's neck, cherishing the warmth of his embrace, never minding the dirt from the garden getting on Yoongi's clothes.

"There's something I want to show you," Yoongi adds, taking Jimin's hand and leading him towards the back of the yard. Jimin follows eagerly, feeling a sense of excitement bubble up within him.

As they approach a small clearing in the yard, Yoongi stops and turns towards Jimin, his eyes lighting up with anticipation.

"I've been working on something for a few weeks now," Yoongi says, stepping aside to reveal a new greenhouse, constructed from glass and wood. The structure sparkles in the sunlight, casting a warm glow over the surrounding grass. Jimin gasps in awe, his eyes widening with delight.

"It's beautiful," he says, walking towards the greenhouse and peering inside. Inside, the air is filled with the warm, earthy scent of soil. Rows of planters of dirt wait for seeds.

Jimin walks further into the greenhouse, inspecting everything carefully. The glass panes of the greenhouse gleam and the wood paneling and beams are intricate - just like something a carpenter would build. The wood is a solid, dark brown in color, stained so that it matches the hue of the soil within the planters. The panels are smooth to the touch when Jimin runs his hands across a beam, and warm as if they have been sitting in the sun for hours. The wood is sturdy and strong, able to withstand the elements.

"It's for you, Jimin," Yoongi says softly, coming up behind Jimin and wrapping his arms around his waist and hooking his chin over the younger's shoulder. "I know how much you love gardening, and I wanted to create a space for you when summer wanes."

Jimin turns to face Yoongi, feeling a sense of overwhelming love and gratitude. "Thank you, hyung," he says, leaning in for a tender kiss.

As the days pass, Jimin spends his time in the greenhouse, tending to his plants and watching them grow. The warm glow of the sun filters through the glass panes, casting a gentle light over the greenery. Jimin feels a sense of peace wash over him as he works, the quiet rustling of the leaves soothing any of his sadder thoughts.

One stormy night, Jimin awakens to the sound of rain pounding against the rooftop. He had grown accustomed to the sound of rain after the flood, but the sound of wind howling and windows rattling unnerves him. He turns to Yoongi, who is sleeping fitfully beside him, and shakes his shoulder gently.

"Yoongi, wake up," he whispers urgently. Yoongi stirs, opening his eyes groggily.

"What is it, Jimin?" he mumbles, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

As he blinks at Jimin, a look of understanding blooms on his face. He pulls Jimin into his arms and says, "It's alright. We're safe here."

Neither of them sleep much that night, listening to the storm rage on outside and remembering a different storm altogether. But inevitably, the sun shines again.

It is early morning when Jimin and Yoongi venture out into the gardens. The sun shines brightly across the horizon, casting its warm light over everything. As they step into the garden, they notice that nothing has been damaged by the storm, save for a few branches that have fallen across their path.

Jimin sighs in relief as he surveys the greenhouse and surrounding gardens. They are unscathed and seemingly untouched by the storm. He smiles in content as he looks around, his eyes taking in all of the color and vibrancy of nature before him. It is beautiful to be able to step outside and take it all in, safe from any harm that may come their way.

As Jimin walks along the path, he inspects each plant carefully, taking note of any damage that may have occurred during the night. Thankfully, it appears that everything has remained unharmed—even his newly planted seeds seem to be doing well despite some unexpected moisture from the rain. He continues walking around until he comes upon an old bench that Yoongi had placed near one of the trees several months ago.

He sits down on it and watches as Yoongi walks towards him with a small smile on his face. Yoongi takes a seat beside him on the bench, their thighs brushing against one another. Jimin leans against Yoongi's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body and the comfort of his embrace.

Yoongi turns to Jimin and takes his hand, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "I'm so glad we're safe, Jimin-ah," he says, his voice soft and comforting.

Jimin nods in agreement, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for Yoongi's presence in his life. "Me too, hyung."

Yoongi smiles at him and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin's lips.

As they sit there on the bench, the warmth of the sun enveloping them, they feel a sense of contentment settle over them. They are safe, together. Jimin takes Yoongi's hand in his and intertwines their fingers, feeling the strength and warmth of Yoongi's grip.

"Let's stay here for a while," Jimin murmurs, leaning his head against Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi nods in agreement, a smile playing on his lips. They sit there together, basking in the warm sunlight and the sweet smell of blooming flowers. For Jimin, it feels like nothing can touch them in this moment—they are safe and secure, surrounded by the love they share and the beauty of the world around them. As the sun slowly sets, they make their way back to their home, grateful for another day spent together and the promise of more to come.

Inevitably, summer turns to fall. The sun is gentle and the air crisp as red and orange maple leaves line the pathways that wind through Jimin and Yoongi's garden. Persimmons hang heavy, resting on the eaves of hanok. The garden is surrounded by a myriad of colors, from the rich coppers and rusts of the autumn leaves to the vibrant yellows and oranges of the flowers that carpet the ground. Soft chrysanthemums in shades of yellow, bronze, and white line the pathways that take Jimin and Yoongi through their garden.

Neither Yoongi nor Jimin take any day they spend together for granted. They cherish each moment, knowing that life is fragile and can change in an instant. One warm day, Jimin and Yoongi spend their afternoon sitting in their garden. They sit atop a blanket spread out across the grass and savor each other's company as they share stories from their pasts. It feels like everything around them has paused in this moment—the birds stilled in their song and time standing still for just a little while longer.

As they look around them at the vibrant colors of autumn, they can't help but feel grateful for this space that allowed them to find solace from all of life's storms. They sit in silence for a few moments more before finally rising to their feet and heading inside for dinner, feeling contented with one another and in knowing that wherever life takes them next, this place will always remain a safe haven full of warmth and beauty.

As the days grow shorter and the air turns crisp, Yoongi spends more and more time in his shop, creating small pieces of furniture and necessities for the people in town in preparation for winter. Jimin takes pleasure in visiting him after work, watching him work with his hands, and listening to him talk about his craft.

One day, Jimin arrives at the shop to find Yoongi working meticulously on a wooden keepsake box. As Jimin approaches, he sees a small, delicate carving of a butterfly etched into the lid. He pauses, watching Yoongi work with a focus that he often reserves for tasks he cares deeply about.

When Yoongi finishes, he looks up and catches Jimin's eye. "It's for you, Jimin," he says softly, rising from his workbench and crossing the room to hand it to him. "Still needs a final coat of polish."

Jimin takes the box in his hands, running his fingers over the smooth wood and tracing the lines of the butterfly. He opens the box and inside, he finds a note, written in Yoongi's hand. Tears fill his eyes as he reads the poem.

Moonlight dimly flow in the cool breeze.

This eager longing for you,

beautifully and graciously put together with the breeze and moonlight

When will we meet

The you that I miss, and miss again

A part of my past

A part of me

The you that I miss now and forever

When will we meet

Sunlight glows, standing beautifully in front of me

Sun soaked warmth beneath my touch

Even when you are in front of me

A part of my future

When will we meet

The you that I miss, and miss again

When winter finally comes again, Yoongi does not even bat an eye when Jimin brings his beloved hen in at the first sign of snow.

"She'll be cold out in the snow alone," Jimin states after catching Yoongi watching him carry her through their home's threshold.

Yoongi just nods with a small smile, saying nothing at all.

The hen clucks softly in the corner of their living room, content to be near Jimin. As the soft powder falls, the garden transitions into a place of peaceful beauty. The snow glistens under the bright light of the moon, like a million stars have fallen to the ground.

Jimin and Yoongi cuddle in the candlelight of their cozy home, exchanging warm cups of tea and sweet whispers as they spend their long nights together.

If Jimin's hen ends up with several chicken friends in the yard the following spring, Yoongi has nothing to add to that except nod and knowing smile.

#bts fanfic #thearmyprof #bts ff #myg #pjm #yoonmin #angst with a happy ending #romance #natural disasters #emotional support chicken

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GOD I'M FINALLY HEREEEE

Something is happening here. The tension in the room crackles with more electricity than the storm outside. You make your way to the couch, blanket tight around your shoulders, and settle in next to him, a good five inches away.

so we're sitting together in a dark room at 3am and listening to the storm huh... interesting... i wonder what could happen... interesting...

“No fucking idea,” he says. His arm slides a little on the couch as he shifts, coming to rest on your shoulder, his hand hanging behind you. You wiggle to give him room, his forearm cushioning your cheek as you look at him.

You both laugh at yourselves. Namjoon’s hand closes over your shoulder blade, ever so gently pressing you closer to him. You wonder if he can feel your heart hammering against your ribs.

ohh we're so close now?? when did we get this close?? i'm definitely not complaining tho

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “I’ve been there.”

He looks at you, then. “Do you want to talk about -?”

“No,” you say firmly. “Right now I very much do not.”

YEAH namjoon we're here to talk about your problems and your problems only! leave our issues alone <3

“I could say the same to you,” you point out in a whisper. Namjoon’s laptop shifts into sleep mode, the screen going dark, leaving you both lit only by the streetlight outside. There’s only the sound of the pounding rain, the low rumbles of thunder, for one beat, two beats. Then you’re crawling into his lap, lips seeking his, hands on his shoulders for balance, blanket forgotten behind you.

i kid you not i literally gasped. i BLINKED and suddenly they're kissing oh my god i did not expect this turn of events but i am so here for it oh my god jesus lord get it honey! oh my god what does it mean. where do they go from there. THEY LIVE TOGETHER 😭

When you finally break to breathe, you gasp for breath against his neck. He holds you tight, both arms around your middle, like he’ll try to keep you there if you bolt. Like he expects you to bolt.

i expected her to bolt too ngl 😭

How, if he did what she asked and met up to talk, he’d be falling right into those old patterns - Elyse says “jump” and Namjoon says “off what?”.

i gasped again bc this line was SO GOOD JO WTF 😭 "jump." "off what?" YOOOOOOO SHUT UP 😭

You said you like him, and he believes you. But it doesn’t remove what he can see clear as day - Taehyung was there first, Taehyung takes up most of your heart.

i'm sorry but after the kiss i kinda forgot all about taehyung lol i was like NOW DATE! AND GET MARRIED! and then i remembered oh tae's a problem right right okay lmao

“No,” you say quickly. When he stops talking, you cast your eyes down again, take a breath, and then meet his eyes. “I don’t regret it,” you say quietly, making sure he knows you mean it. “I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”

honestly i'm very proud of her, she's handling it with much more chill than i expected. good for you gurl

[12:05 PM] Yoongi: you’re nearing your daily emoji quota, jung [12:06 PM] Hobi: it’s only been six!!! 😤

why are we silencing this man LET HIM USE HIS EMOJISSSSSS 😭 i love these 2 so much lol

“Wow,” Yoongi says, one hand on the steering wheel. “Very assertive of you.”

okay this was very hot of him and i would like everybody to talk about mffmhh!yoongi more he is very hot and i want him

“I’m still curious, though,” Hobi pipes up, voicing Namjoon’s conflict for him. “What if she’s pregnant?”

i fully SCREECHED why is he like thissss hobi stop 😭

They all help organize the groceries - or, rather, most of them help, and Taehyung and Jungkook watch from the kitchen table, happy to be babied.

i fully went 🥰 at this line. the babies please i love them please let them be babied all the time

Jungkook’s head swivels, immediately interested just from the secrecy alone.

hehehehehheheheehhehehe boylie

Jungkook looks at him sideways, a little sly, and Namjoon avoids the gaze as best he can.

ok i misread and i thought it said SHY and i was like oH???? so it's like that huh jungoo?? 😭

Taehyung gets up, clearly a little pissed. “I appreciate the concern, I guess,” he grumbles. “But I’m not a kid. And I don’t need Y/N. I’m fine without her.”

we're really in it now aren't we fellas... i'm still very much on the tae defense squad tho. i think we can all agree that he loves her a lot as a friend and their friendship is important to him, and ofc acknowledging that she has feelings for him would have significant consequences for their relationship so i genuinely understand why he doesn't want that, which is why i think he didn't wanna admit that he is a priority for her. on the other hand, i think i've said this before but it's not evil of him to feel weird about her "pulling away" or not always being there the way they're so used to! he can not want to admit that his best friend has romantic feelings for him and feel off about her potentially dating someone - these things are not mutually exclusive!

V. Say What You Mean || KNJ

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Masterpost)

Rating: NSFW - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, the absolute slowest of burns

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader, unrequited Taehyung x reader

Beta'd by @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii - thank you endlessly!

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.

You and Namjoon weather a storm together.

Section Warnings: language, drinking, kissing, pov change

WC: 6k

The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold. - Journey | Edna St. Vincent Millay

Thursday October 25th

Something wakes you up in the middle of the night, hours after you’ve been asleep. You lay there, eyes closed, listening to see if you can identify what it was.

You become aware of pouring rain, and a flash startles you just seconds before the apartment shakes with a clap of thunder.

Mystery solved, you think. You pull the comforter up to your ears and try to get comfortable again, but your mind starts immediately racing - about the assignment you should have finished last night and didn’t, about what you’ll submit for your next poetry assignment, about Taehyung, about Namjoon, about yourself.

It’s too much. Lightning brightens your room again and you sit up, reaching for your phone. A quick check tells you it’s almost three am.

You wrap yourself up in a throw-blanket you keep at the end of your bed and shuffle out to the living room.

You’re surprised to see a light in the living room - the light from Namjoon’s laptop on the coffee table. He’s on the couch, hunched over to type, the screen lighting him up from below.

He turns when he hears you, looking a little like a kid caught up past bedtime.

“What are you doing up?” he asks in a whisper, which is so fucking cute, because it’s not like he’s going to wake you.

“The storm,” you say, your mouth struggling to form the words, your body still mostly asleep.

He sits up straighter, pushes the laptop away. Like suddenly this is serious. “Are you afraid of storms?” he asks intently, like he needs to know, like he’s ready to make it better. “Come rest out here so you’re not by yourself.”

You can’t help but smile. “No, it just woke me. I’m not scared.”

“Come here anyway,” he suggests, his voice like gravel.

He shifts mostly sideways, facing you, and rests an arm along the back of the couch.

Thunder cracks again and you jump. Namjoon narrows his eyes.

“There’s a difference between scared and startled,” you say defensively. Then you look at his laptop screen, a word document open, the cursor blinking patiently as it waits. “Are you working on your book? It sounded like you were in a flow.”

He shakes his head. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d work on it. You just caught me for the one sentence that happened to come easily. I barely wrote anything.”

You settle sideways on the couch, facing him, leaning against the plushy back. His arm rests near the top of your head.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” you ask. Then, you smile a little deviously. “Are you scared of storms?”

He ducks his head against a little giggle, then looks up at you through his bangs, the smile still on his face. “Would you think less of me if I said a little?”

You giggle too. “I’ll protect you,” you tease.

“My hero,” he quips, huffing out a laugh. Then, more seriously, he adds, “I couldn’t sleep because… my ex texted me today.”

You sit straight up, your blanket falling off your shoulders and pooling around your middle. You fix it in a hurry, trying to watch his face as you do. What had made him open up? You two had never talked about anything super serious or personal before, except the one conversation about your family, which had been brief.

“No shit?” you say, once you’re wrapped up again. “What for? I mean, do you want to tell me about it?”

He exhales, peering over his own shoulder to watch the rain cascade down your tall front windows. “To be honest,” he says slowly, eyes on the water, “I really do want to talk about it. But I don’t want to unload on you. I can wait until tomorrow and catch Yoongi or Hobi.”

“I’m up anyway,” you point out. “I don’t mind. It might be nice to get the perspective of someone who isn’t a twenty-three year old guy?”

“Okay,” he sighs. “The thing about Elyse is…” He takes a long pause, seeming to weigh different choices in his head.

“You don’t have to pick your words carefully,” you say quietly. “It’s just me. You can say what you mean.”

He sighs, turns back to face you. “It’s hard,” he admits. “I’m careful about my words twenty-four-seven.”

“The thing about her is, what?” you prompt. You scoot a little closer, the knee you have bent underneath you just barely touching his.

He shakes his head. “Elyse was… amazing. I was so crazy about her. I don’t mean to imply that she was a bad person - I don’t think she is, at the end of the day. But she knew… how I felt, and sometimes it felt like she…” He pauses again. You wait him out, and he continues, “Sometimes it felt like she’d play games, try to see what my limit was. Does he love me enough to… whatever, or something. I’d bend over backwards for her. I’d do whatever she asked. I thought… if you love someone, that’s what you should do.”

You wait to see if he’s going to continue, but he seems to have stopped.

“So what happened?” you ask, even though you’d heard Yoongi’s interpretation of things at game night a few weeks ago - “he loved her way more than she liked him”.

He laughs once, darkly. In the unlit room, his eyes shine black. “She figured out the answer to her little science experiment was the limit does not exist, and got bored. About the same time I figured out that me doing everything she asked and her giving me the bare minimum back wasn’t a healthy relationship, so it’s for the best.”

“What an ass,” you mutter.

He shakes his head. “I’m not sure she even realized what she was doing. She just needs… she has some growing up to do.”

You take this in silently. It’s valiant of him to defend her character, despite being hurt by her. You kind of like that he isn’t the type to name-call, even if maybe she deserves it. It makes you feel like if things started with you and ended badly, he’d still be respectful after.

“So what’d she want today? When’s the last time you talked?” you finally ask.

“Not since we broke up,” he admits. Behind him, a flash of lightning lights the neighborhood, illuminating the tree outside the window before darkness falls again. The resultant roll of thunder comes less like a crash and more like a grumble, the clouds disgruntled and complaining. “She asked me if we could meet up.”

You lean forward, almost getting in his face. “Is that where you were tonight?”

He laughs at your enthusiasm. “No,” he assures you. “I told her I’d think about it. I went out… just to walk. I needed to clear my head.”

“Did it work?” you ask with a little smile.

He laughs again, reaching up to rub his face with his hands. “No,” he says, the word muffled by his palms. “No it did not.”

“What do you think she wants?” you ask.

“Got any theories?” you say.

“Several,” he says dryly, and you laugh.

There’s a sudden burst of lightning and thunder at nearly the same time - you’re still airborne jumping from the flash when the slap of thunder startles a scream out of you.

You both laugh at yourselves. Namjoon’s hand closes over your shoulder blade, ever so gently pressing you closer to him. You wonder if he can feel your heart hammering against your ribs.

“Do you think she wants to work it out?” you ask, and he closes his eyes, fingers twitching against your back, like the question pains him.

“I don’t want to think that,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Would you say yes?” you ask.

For a second, his gaze is hollow. “I’d like to say no,” he admits. “Logically, the answer is no. But sometimes she just… has this pull over me. It’s like I’m powerless, no matter what logical decision I came to.”

“Yeah,” you say quietly. “I’ve been there.”

He looks at you, then. “Do you want to talk about -?”

“No,” you say firmly. “Right now I very much do not.”

He doesn’t take his gaze off of you. “You deserve more,” he says finally, like it’s so simple. “You deserve more than someone who can’t even see how much you’re willing to give them.”

You press your lips to his, hard, and you feel his hand on your back instinctively pull you closer. Then you lean back, panting more from shock than anything else. “Sorry,” you gasp. “I shouldn’t have -.”

He cuts you off, surging forward to recapture your mouth, his hand flat on your back pulling you in, in, in. His spare hand comes up to cup your cheek, so gentle, like he’s afraid he’ll break you. You want more, need more, and you lightly suck his plump bottom lip between yours, teasing it with the tip of your tongue.

He growls, immediately moving his hand from your face to clutch at the dip of your waist, and a shock of desire shoots through your belly as you both shift. He leans back against the arm of the couch and you throw a leg over his lap, not breaking the kiss. He kisses you hungrily, forcefully, hands settling onto your hips. You can feel the press of each fingertip into your body, ten little divots.

He toys with your mouth, more skilled with his tongue than you would have expected from him. You groan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him impossibly closer. He raises a hand to tangle it in your hair, both of you trying to get closer by degrees.

When you finally break to breathe, you gasp for breath against his neck. He holds you tight, both arms around your middle, like he’ll try to keep you there if you bolt. Like he expects you to bolt.

“Namjoon,” you whisper. “I should have… that was out of order. I should have told you first - that I like you. I should have said it first.”

His hold loosens, just barely, just enough that if you hadn’t been paying attention you might have missed it.

He laughs against your hair, reaching up to smooth it down. It’s the first time you’ve really noticed how fucking large his hands are. He tips your chin up with his index finger, urging you to look at him. “Me too,” he tells you seriously, looking into your eyes. “I could have told you that, too.” He kisses you once more, chastely.

Part of you would like to keep kissing, but it’s the middle of the night, and you’re surrounded by the dark, and your eyelids are so heavy. You shift to stretch your legs out, laying next to him but draped partly over him. He keeps one arm wrapped around your back as you settle against his side, laying your head down on his broad chest.

“Is this okay?” you ask, suddenly feeling very unsure. You’re unsure of a lot of things - starting with A: how you ended up like this, and landing at Z: where you go from here.

He gives your body a squeeze as an answer, his spare hand curling into a fist that he uses to cover his mouth as a yawn overtakes him. He reaches for the blanket you’d abandoned and tugs it out from under you, flapping it and letting it flutter over top of you both.

You lay there in silence for a while, listening to the rain, listening to Namjoon’s heart. Then, quietly, you ask, “Do you think you’ll do it?”

“Do what?” he murmurs. You tilt your head to peek up at him. His head is back on the arm of the couch, and his eyes are closed.

“Go meet her? Do you think you will?”

He shakes his head, his thumb stroking your back over the thin pajama top you have on. “No,” he says finally, sounding half-asleep. “Not going.”

You nod against his chest, curling your fingers in his shirt and closing your eyes. The rain, his heartbeat, and the thunder sing you to sleep.

–

Namjoon wakes with a crick in his neck and sweat gathering under his tshirt. It’s bright - brighter than normal for morning in his bedroom. He has a split second of absolute panic that he’s missed an alarm and is late for class or work, but that panic is knocked off course as his body catches up to his brain to inform him that he’s not in his bed, and he’s not alone.

He looks down at the top of your head where you’re still cuddled against his ribs, breathing heavily. His arm tightens around you instinctively as everything from last night comes back to him.

Elyse’s text, out of fucking nowhere, tilting his earth off-axis.

Laying in his bed, wide awake, thoughts racing. Pouring over every faction of their relationship, the good and the bad, his faults and hers, his merits and hers. Obsessing over each mistake he made, the ways he needs to change in order to not repeat the past.

How she had ended the conversion - “think about it, Namjoon? for me?”

How, if he did what she asked and met up to talk, he’d be falling right into those old patterns - Elyse says “jump” and Namjoon says “off what?”.

He reaches slowly for his phone, trying not to wake you. You stir at the movement, but settle back in. His phone tells him it’s still early - barely even seven. You’ve only slept a few hours since you’d talked. Since you’d kissed.

Namjoon wishes he had time for a walk; he needs to get his head straight, even more than he did yesterday.

He needs to know how you feel. He needs to know what’s happening here. He can’t make decisions without all of the information, it’s just not how he operates.

You said you like him, and he believes you. But it doesn’t remove what he can see clear as day - Taehyung was there first, Taehyung takes up most of your heart.

Namjoon’s not a jealous person, by nature. He likes to think he’s pretty emotionally mature, too. But if you’re going to be with him - and he’s fully aware that the conversation hasn’t even gotten that far yet, he’s getting ahead of himself, no one has discussed being together in any capacity - then you need to be with him. Not as second place, not as a consolation prize.

He’s willing to give you the time and space you need to figure that out, to decide if you can do it - give a good-faith try.

But, you should probably talk about if either of you wants to pursue this in the first place.

Would he want to date you? If he boils it down to the simplest facts, then sure. You’re smart, have similar interests, you make him laugh. He finds you really pretty - likes how your eyes show your moods before the rest of your face does, gets knocked down by your smile when you really mean it.

Add in your baggage - loving someone who doesn’t want you. He doesn’t know the ways this affects your emotions or mentality, but he’s sure if something starts, he’ll learn. Would you be able to let go of the familiar? Would you constantly compare him to this idealized, “untarnished and pure” love, as you’d once described it? Would you cling to insecurities of never seeing an equal love, having experienced the lack of it for so long? There’s no way for him to know. There’s no way for you to know.

It’s less simple now.

Add in his baggage - he knows Elyse left him a little fucked up. A little less trusting, a little afraid to love. His problem, over and over again, was loving too much, creating an unbalance. Or maybe it was choosing wrong, choosing partners who could only give less.

It’s hard to fight the instinct, now, to pull it back, to temper it, to tamp it down. If he started something new, no matter who it was with, he’d have to be aware of that, have to actively fight against the urge to protect himself.

He doesn’t know if he’d be able to discern if a partner is fucking with his head the way Elyse would, or if they were just mixed up, just flawed.

Maybe it’d be easier not to try.

This thought goes out the window when you stir beside him, stretching your toes down to the far end of the couch, burying your face into his side to hide from the morning sunlight streaming in the big windows, whining a little.

“Good morning,” he says, feeling the smile take over his face.

You freeze, your entire body going still. He can feel you hold your breath, feel your heart hammer against your back under the weight of his arm.

Then you seem to remember where you are, what happened, who you’re with. You exhale, and he wonders if he hears relief in it.

“We need to install curtains out here,” you answer, instead of good morning. Then, you reach up and use the top of the couch to pull yourself into a sitting position. Namjoon sits up more too, partly to give you room, partly to look at you.

You seem unsure for a minute, tongue peeking out to wet your lips nervously, eyes on the ground.

“Y/N,” he says gently. He knows a spiral when he sees one. You don’t look at him, so he reaches out, brushing a thumb lightly along your jawline. “Hey.”

You look up, the uncertainty written all over your face. “Sorry,” you say, though he can’t imagine what you’re apologizing for. “Did I fuck everything up? Should I not have done that?”

Namjoon shakes his head, still smiling. “Did it seem like I wasn’t into it?”

You make a face. “No,” you admit. “But I still feel like I demolished a boundary.”

He laughs a little at this, quietly. “It was a joint effort. But, I think it’s okay. I’m okay - are you… not? If you regret - or, I mean, if it’s better - we can just pretend it didn’t -.”

“Good,” he says, laying a hand on your blanket-covered knee. “Me either.”

You rub your eyes sleepily. “What time is it?”

“Nearly seven,” he tells you.

“I have class,” you groan. “I need to go shower.”

He shifts out of your way so you can get up, helps you untangle your legs from the throw-blanket.

“Hey,” he calls as you cross the threshold of your bedroom. You pause, backtracking to look at him expectantly.

He gives you a playful smile. “Thanks for protecting me from the storm,” he says, and you laugh, giving a teasing eyeroll, before disappearing.

Namjoon rubs his face, stretches, and makes his way into his own room. When he returns, freshly showered and ready for class, you’re already gone.

–

Namjoon tries to keep things to himself. He tries to process on his own, sit with his thoughts, sort through his shit.

He cracks before noon.

[11:49 AM] Namjoon: so if i tell you guys something

[11:49 AM] Namjoon: it needs to be SECRET secret

[11:49 AM] Namjoon: none of the guys can know, seriously

[11:51 AM] Hobi: ominous, my dude

[11:52 AM] Namjoon: Y/N kissed me last night

[11:54 AM] Hobi: wait, what??? 😲🤯🫢

[11:54 AM] Hobi: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[11:55 AM] Hobi: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[11:56 AM] Yoongi: ok but why

[11:56 AM] Hobi: ….yoongi.

[11:57 AM] Namjoon: fuck you yoongi

[11:58 AM] Hobi: i need all of the context pls

[12:02 PM] Namjoon: uh the backstory is elyse texted me yesterday? 😅

[12:02 PM] Yoongi: again… but why

[12:03 PM] Namjoon: tbh i have no clue. she wants to “talk”. i havent told her yes or no yet

[12:04 PM] Hobi: 👁️👄👁️

[12:05 PM] Yoongi: you’re nearing your daily emoji quota, jung

[12:06 PM] Hobi: it’s only been six!!! 😤

[12:07 PM] Yoongi: 7

[12:07 PM] Namjoon: guys???

[12:08 PM] Hobi: 🤐

[12:08 PM] Yoongi: 8

[12:09 PM] Namjoon: GUYS

[12:10 PM] Yoongi: ok ok go ahead

[12:13 PM] Namjoon: ok so i was up at like 3am bc… elyse texted me and i just… had a lot of thoughts

[12:13 PM] Namjoon: and we had that storm and she woke up and came out to the living room and we were talking… about elyse… about idk relationships in general and idk the vibes were right and she just kissed me

[12:14 PM] Namjoon: so that happened for a little and we fell asleep on the couch?? like fully woke up with her this morning??

[12:14 PM] Hobi: oh shit 😲

[12:15 PM] Yoongi: wow man

[12:17 PM] Hobi: so what now?

[12:17 PM] Yoongi: what about taehyung?

[12:20 PM] Namjoon: those are indeed both questions 🙃

–

When you get home, Namjoon is standing beside his bed, folding shirts and putting them into a small, faux-leather travel bag. You give him a quick wave as you shuffle past the door, then do a double-take when you notice the bag.

“Are you… leaving?” you ask, coming closer.

He looks at you, surprised, hands stilling mid-fold. “You don’t know?” he asks. “We’re all going away this weekend. The guys.”

You frown, glance at your phone in your hand, like you’re wondering if you missed a text. “Away?” you repeat.

Namjoon turns to face you. “Yeah, we’ve had it planned for a while. We’re all staying out by this brewery in the countryside? We’ll be back Sunday afternoon.”

Your frown deepens. “Who all is going?”

“Me, Yoongi-hyung, Hobi,” Namjoon lists, “Jin-hyung, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin.”

Your frown turns into a full pout. “Who am I going to hang out with all weekend?” you cry. “Leave someone here! I don’t care who it is, anyone will do!”

Namjoon shoots you a smile and resumes folding. “You’ll be okay. It’s just two nights.”

“Two nights!” you howl dramatically, clutching at your face like you’re The Scream. “I will simply not make it.”

“Maybe you can get some writing done,” Namjoon suggests lightly, crossing the room to dig out a pair of shoes. “No distractions.”

You give a hmph of dissent. “Whatever,” you say eventually, before heading for your bedroom. “You’ll just miss me and come back early. All of you.”

Friday, October 26th

“Did you ever answer Elyse?” Hobi asks from Yoongi’s passenger seat, turning clear around to peer at Namjoon in the back.

Namjoon stares out the window. “I told her I was going away for the weekend and I’d get back to her after.”

“Wow,” Yoongi says, one hand on the steering wheel. “Very assertive of you.”

“Shut up,” Namjoon grumbles.

“Are you going to meet with her?” Hobi prods, ignoring the bickering.

Namjoon isn’t sure. He’d told you no, but he wasn’t sure you’d care if he changed his mind. He could change his mind, right? “I still don’t know what the fuck she wants,” he mutters. “It feels like a trap.”

“Glad your sense of self-preservation is working,” Yoongi says. “It is a trap. Elyse is a puppet-master. She just wants to make you dance. If I ask Namjoon to come, he will. You know how she operates. Wouldn’t it feel good to prove her wrong?”

Namjoon doesn’t answer this, and Yoongi lets him get away with silence.

“I’m still curious, though,” Hobi pipes up, voicing Namjoon’s conflict for him. “What if she’s pregnant?”

“I will kick you out of this car,” Namjoon growls, shoving his knees through the seat into Hobi’s back. Hobi bends over with laughter and Yoongi’s shoulders shake. “Don’t even say that,” Namjoon continues to scold. “Don’t even give the universe any ideas. Fuck.”

“You’ve been broken up for four months,” Yoongi points out. “I think she would have told you before now.”

“Puppet-master,” Hobi reminds him helpfully.

“I want to go home,” Namjoon laments. “Turn the car around.”

–

The house the guys rent is plain and sparsely decorated, but the real pull is the expansive wooden deck, from which there is a beautiful mountain view. It’s also a short drive into town, not far from the brewery they’re touring on Saturday, and sleeps seven - which was important, because they’ve all agreed they’re too old to share beds, now.

Yoongi’s car is the first to arrive, which means they get to choose rooms first. Namjoon picks a small single that’s practically in the attic; he doesn’t mind the size - he’s just happy it’s a space he doesn’t have to share, and that it’s far from the main floor where the most noise will be.

After doing a quick unpack and making a list of what they need, they load back into the car to make a quick grocery run. By the time they get back, trunk loaded with snacks and drinks, there are two more cars in the driveway, indicating that the rest of the group has arrived.

They all help organize the groceries - or, rather, most of them help, and Taehyung and Jungkook watch from the kitchen table, happy to be babied. As they do, they discuss the general plan for the weekend.

“Today is kind of open,” Jungkook, who is the mastermind of the trip, tells them. “I figured we’d eat together tonight, but everyone can do what they want today.”

“The lake is close,” Namjoon says. He’d looked it up before they left. “I thought I’d walk around there.”

Yoongi gives him a sideways look. “You walking to get there?”

Namjoon gives him a sheepish smile. “I was hoping someone with a license might want to join me.”

“If Yoongi-hyung is okay with me taking the car, I’ll go,” Hobi says.

Yoongi shrugs. “I brought work to do, so I’m staying here. The car’s all yours.”

“I wanted to go into town,” Taehyung admits. “They actually have a few small galleries I wanted to peek at. A few shops, too.”

The group inevitably splits up for the various activities. Seokjin and Yoongi both opt to hang around the house, Jimin and Taehyung take a car into town, and Jungkook joins Namjoon and Hobi in the car towards the lake, wanting to do something a little active.

It’s probably not as active as he would have liked, being just a flat, paved trail around the lake’s perimeter, but when Namjoon apologizes Jungkook insists this is still better than following Taehyung and Jimin around the town’s shops.

The lake, small enough to look across, glitters under the mid-afternoon sun. They walk the whole trail in about an hour, strolling and talking. When they pass a pavilion with benches, they sit for a while, watching the water, the ducks, the clouds floating by.

Hobi talks about his recent job search, the hardship of applying place after place, how he’d worked hard for his competitive internship and how it didn’t seem to be paying off. Jungkook shares a little about his thoughts about graduating after next year, where he might want to go from here - the uncertainty that he’d picked the right field, that he’d see success. Then, as he’d dreaded it would, the conversation lands back on Namjoon and Elyse.

Hobi is the culprit, asking Namjoon, “Do you want to talk about the text you got?”

Jungkook’s head swivels, immediately interested just from the secrecy alone.

Namjoon sighs, looking out at the water, leaning heavily on the pavilion’s wooden railing. “No,” he grumbles.

“You probably should talk it out,” Hobi presses. “You’ll need a clear head about this. For multiple reasons.” He’s being cryptic, since Jungkook doesn’t know anything about you. But Namjoon understands and resents that he’s right.

Namjoon flops backwards onto the bench, staring at the pavilion’s roof. “Elyse wants to meet up,” he says. He can’t see it, but he knows Jungkook’s eyes go wide.

“Why?” the younger man asks, shock in his voice. “What could she possibly want?”

“To make sure I’m miserable?” Namjoon suggests. “To win one more round of If I Ask, Will He Do It?”

“You could still say no,” Hobi points out gently. “In fact, if you’re asking, my advice is to say no.”

“That’s definitely the power move,” Jungkook agrees. “Refuse to play the game.”

“Then why does that feel like letting her win?” Namjoon complains, a little whine in his voice. “Wouldn’t that look like I’m still affected by her, like I can’t handle being around her? And that’s not the case. Shouldn’t I prove it?”

“Namjoon-ah,” Hobi says gently, “what if you go and she tries to get back together?”

Namjoon lets out a sound that’s both a laugh and a growl.

“Seriously,” Hobi presses, insistent. “She could! What will you do?”

“She might not even mean it,” Jungkook mutters, toeing the ground with his sneaker. “She might do it just to see if you’d say yes.”

“You’re making her out to be way worse than she was,” Namjoon protests. “She was immature, not evil.”

“I think it looked worse from the outside,” Jungkook explains kindly. “Watching you play her games… it sucked for us, bro. I hated seeing you go through that.”

Namjoon feels discomfort in his chest; he hates that the conversation landed here. He doesn't want to talk about Elyse. He’d rather talk about you, about where that will go - if anywhere. He’d rather work out what he wants from you, hear some opinions on what the guys think you’ll want.

He’d rather talk about kissing you, how it had felt like the lightning outside the apartment came from inside his bones, how your body had fit so neatly beneath his hands, how he had slept deeply with you pressed against his side.

He’d much rather talk about that. But he can’t. Not with Taehyung still tangled up in this.

“I don’t want her back,” he says, firmly. “She’s not even on my radar right now.”

Jungkook looks at him sideways, a little sly, and Namjoon avoids the gaze as best he can.

He’d told you he wasn’t going, before you’d fallen asleep.

“Find out what she wants first,” Hobi finally suggests. “Don’t go unless she’ll tell you.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon says, turning his head to look back out over the lake. “Maybe.”

–

The guys grill out on the deck for dinner, lounging around on the wicker furniture with drinks and snacks as Yoongi and Seokjin take turns turning the meat with a pair of tongs.

They stay, drinking and laughing, music playing quietly from someone’s bluetooth speaker, until long after dark. Some of the older guys head to bed - Seokjin, then Hobi.

“You can see so many more stars here,” Taehyung observes at one point, laying backwards across Jimin’s legs, eyes on the sky.

“Way more constellations,” Namjoon agrees, following his gaze.

“You know,” Taehyung continues, voice slower and more lilting than normal - Namjoon wonders if he’s a little drunk - “Y/N hasn’t texted me once.” He lets his voice fall into a pout. “I swear, she has a boyfriend she’s not telling me about.”

Namjoon snaps his mouth shut, feeling the blood rush to his face, even though he knows he’s not your boyfriend, knows he’s not the reason you aren’t texting Taehuyng. Or, well, he could be the reason - it just wasn’t because you were at this exact moment too busy spending time with him. But maybe you had another reason.

He wonders if you really are pulling away from Taehyung by degrees. He wonders if it could be because of him. Does wondering that make him full of himself? Or just an idiot?

Yoongi’s eyes are on him intently, and Jungkook murmurs to excuse himself and rises, heading into the house and away from the mess he probably senses. Jimin watches all of this silently, but says nothing.

Someone has to speak.

“You know that’s not true,” Namjoon says, finally. “No one comes to the house but you guys.”

“I know,” Taehyung mutters. “But still. Something’s off.”

Namjoon’s not sure what makes him brave enough to say it - maybe because he’s been drinking, maybe because the speaker is playing something soulful and moving, maybe because the vibe seems to be along the lines of Therapy Night. Maybe because Jimin and Yoongi are still here to do damage control. But he opens his mouth and asks, “Taehyung… what would happen if she did start to date someone?”

Yoongi’s eyes go wide and he hurries to mask it, faking a yawn that he covers with one large hand. Under the table, Namjoon kicks him lightly in scolding.

“Ah,” Taehyung says, flapping a hand at them. “You guys know I don’t see Y/N that way. Our friendship isn’t like that.”

To you, Namjoon thinks.

“Seriously,” Taehyung insists when he’s met with silence. “She can date whoever she wants. She can do whatever she wants.”

“Right, I know,” Namjoon says quickly, before Taehyung can get too defensive and shut the whole line of conversation down. “But seriously - it would really change things, don’t you think?”

“It doesn’t have to,” Taehyung says petulantly.

Jimin hops in for the first time, and Namjoon’s flooded with relief that someone else will push this line of questioning, to take the focus off of him.

“But Tae,” Jimin points out, “when she does, and things get serious, and she starts spending all of her time with some guy instead of with you? Telling him about her day instead of you? Calling him for dinner plans instead of you? Will you be okay? Both of you?”

Taehyung laughs - but that’s the thing about Taehyung. It’s all a big joke from the outside. But Namjoon’s known him long enough to know that Taehyung laughs louder when he’s got an emotion to hide from.

“What,” Taehyung protests through a defensive laugh, “do you think I’m helpless, just waiting around for her? I do okay for myself!”

“We’re not implying that you don’t,” Namjoon says. “It’s just… I remember when Elyse started spending more of her time with me instead of her girlfriends… they hated it, hated feeling like they weren’t her priority anymore. She had a hard time with that - some of her friendships were never really the same.”

“You shouldn’t feel bad about that, hyung,” Taehyung says, missing the point entirely - or avoiding it. “That’s what’s supposed to happen. Your partner becomes your priority. Your friends have to figure it out, if they really love you.”

For a second, Namjoon feels something like relief, and enough time passes that he thinks the conversation is over. Then Yoongi asks, quietly, “Do you think that you could do that with Y/N? You think you could ‘figure it out’ if she had someone else to love? If you weren’t her priority anymore?”

Taehyung sits up, brows furrowed. “I’m not her priority.”

All three guys snort in tandem.

Taehyung exclaims wordlessly in indignation. “I’m not!”

“You are,” Jimin tells him, placing a hand on his arm in apology for the tough love. “And based on your whining tonight, the rest of us are just worried about how you’ll handle it if that changes.”

Taehyung gets up, clearly a little pissed. “I appreciate the concern, I guess,” he grumbles. “But I’m not a kid. And I don’t need Y/N. I’m fine without her.”

Without another word, he heads inside. Jimin gives a heavy sigh, shoots Namjoon a look that he doesn’t want to decipher, and follows.

Yoongi looks at Namjoon silently.

“Fuck,” Namjoon says, lowering his head to press it against the wooden dinner table. “I know, man. I know.”

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You Are In Love (Eddie Munson x Reader series)

Part Six: Morning, His place

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x F! Reader

Tags: One mention of food, otherwise nothing to warn about I don't think :)

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: This is the sixth part of an Eddie Munson series inspired by Taylor Swift's "You Are In Love". Links for other parts on my Eddie Munson Masterlist :) As always please feel free to send me thoughts and headcanons for Eddie Munson or any of the characters in this post <3

Morning, His place, Burnt toast, Sunday

"I swear I'm never gonna get this! Are you sure you don't just wanna give up and do something else?" Eddie pleaded, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and shutting the book in front of him.

"We're almost done, and no I'm not giving up, getting you graduated is a peak girlfriend duty, and one that I do not take lightly." You rebuffed, flipping his book back to the right page and relishing in the small smile that crept across his face at the word; girlfriend.

It had been one month since you taken up that mantle, everything seeming to fall into place effortlessly from that moment onwards. This year Eddie was more determined to graduate than ever, his grades already starting to climb now that you two had your little routine of study dates together. On Sundays Eddie had the trailer to himself so you'd come over first thing, and spend the day trawling through your homework together before he finally succeeded in distracting you with the lure of a movie, or walk, or anything that didn't remind him of school.

"Please can we give up? I already got a B in English last week, if anything you've made me too smart! I'll let you play my guitar, I'll cook for you, anything but more Spanish!" He begged, melodramatically falling to his knees, hands clasped before him.

"You turning toast to charcoal isn't exactly cooking sweetheart. But I am very proud of you for that B, so we can take a break." You conceded, taking his hands from their resting position on your lap and bringing them to your lips. Before Eddie could take advantage of your lapse in focus, a key in the door startled you both, Eddie clambering back into his seat beside you. You watched as a work-worn middle-aged man stepped through the door, Eddie springing to his feet as Wayne's gaze fell over the two of you.

"Wayne!" Eddie greeted, clearly startled and a little caught off guard at having you both in the same room.

"Sorry to interrupt, some machine at the factory is on the fritz so we got shut down for the day." He shrugged as he turned to attention to you, slowly rising from your seat, not quite sure of the appropriate gesture for this introduction,

"Hi I'm (y/n)" you offered warmly, trying to hide the slightly shake of anxiety in your voice, feeling it ease at the genuine smile Wayne offered to you in response.

"Of course, you're the nice girl who won my nephew that giant bear. It's nice to finally meet you. Wayne." He stretched his palm towards you in turn, a less-than-subtle smile thrown Eddie's way as you gave it a firm shake. "I didn't mean to break up your studying," He continued glancing at the mound of books and notes scattered over the little table

"Oh no, it's fine, we're heading out in a minute anyway." Eddie answered quickly. He seemed nervous about the exchange, quickly folding away his notes, eyes fixed to the table as you elaborated,

"Yeah, we're meeting some friends at the movies!" Wayne seemed to accept the excuse more at the mention of further friends, always wary of Eddie feeling like he needed to avoid his uncle, like he was wrong for taking up space in his life and his home. "Eddie, why don't you get changed while I pack up my things?" You prompted to the tense figure beside you, who nodded and headed off as you asked, but couldn't disguise the panic in his eyes at you being left alone with Wayne. As his bedroom door pulled quietly closed Wayne spoke up,

"He hasn't said as much, but I get the feeling you're responsible for more than just the bear in this trailer." You listened intently, unsure of what to make of him, given Eddie didn't speak about his uncle often, "I got a call from the school about Eddie's grades, and this time because they were going up. He's all but set to graduate, they said, and now I find you here studying with him..." You shook your head,

"I can't really take credit for that, Eddie's done all the work himself." You settled onto the chair closest to where Wayne had settled on the couch, lowering your voice to avoid unwanted eavesdroppers. "We both know Eddie's a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for, he just gets down on himself a lot." You tried to choose your words carefully, not wanting to say anything to get off on the wrong foot, "I guess he just needed, for lack of a better expression, his own personal cheerleader, for when things are hard at school. But I know at home he's glad he has you." Wayne smiled at your evaluation, relieved by the loving gaze in your eye as you glanced instinctively in Eddie's direction. He was worried about his nephew when he came home that first night, clutching his bear and wearing the brightest smile Wayne could recall seeing on him. Kids could be cruel, heartbreak even more so at that age, especially when he got the feeling Eddie spent a lot of his time feeling lonely about his place in Hawkins. But meeting you, seeing the thoughtful look in your eye as you spoke about Eddie, the fact that tonight his nephew had plans with friends, normal teenager plans, well it made Wayne feel just a little bit less worried.

"I know Eddie's glad he has you too, he's been a lot happier since-" His thought was cut off by Eddie bursting back out of his room, the involuntary reflex to smile as he saw you not escaping Wayne's attention.

"Hey! I'm ready to go, do you want to-" He gestured towards the bathroom as you rose from your seat,

"Yeah, let me just fix my makeup." You said softly, your hand grazing over Eddie's arm as you walked past him to the back of the small but lived-in home.

"We'll get out of your way," Eddie told Wayne apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck as his uncle seemed to look at him with more focus than usual,

"You're not in my way son, this is your home too." Wayne patted beside him on the coach, not much more comfortable than Eddie who seemed to glance around before perching beside him, like he might have been motioning to someone else. "I like (y/n)," Wayne continued, Eddie's lips twitching at the sound of your name, unsure how anyone could meet you and not be captivated,

"I like her too." Eddie offered up sincerely, surprised at the growing joy inside him that his little family had been introduced, even if by accident.

"I can tell. You've been a lot happier lately. That's all I ever really want for you, you know. And (y/n) looks at you like she wants the same thing, like she cares. She's a keeper." Wayne nodded resolutely, placing his hand on Eddie's shoulder and giving him a firm squeeze as he rose to his feet. Eddie felt taken aback by the brief show of affection; he knew Wayne cared about him, took him in when no one else would, never gave him shit about his grades or the town gossip, but for the first time Eddie really felt like he wanted to let him in, like they could be more than two individuals who share a space.

You stepped out of the bathroom with a chirp of 'ready', snapping Eddie out of his contemplative trance and rousing him from his perch. Wayne watched warmly as again his nephew beamed at your return to his side, the sun seeming to rise for him every time the two of you were in the same room.

"It was nice to meet you Wayne, I hope you have a nice rest of the day off." You gave a friendly waved as you pulled the trailer door open, stepping out into the cold and giving Eddie a final moment with his uncle,

"I'll be home a little late," Eddie started drawing a hearty chuckle from Wayne, not used to seeing Eddie act like any other high schooler,

"Don't worry about it, just make sure you both get home safe." He shut the door behind him, leaving Eddie standing on his front step and wondering if this is what family feels like.

---

"Munson! I heard you insisted we see a horror?" Robin called out excitedly spotting you both across the cinema foyer, sly smile on her face threatening to give away her own ploy.

"Buckley, you gotta keep that quiet or (y/n) will figure I'm only here in the hopes she'll hold my hand when she's scared." He replied in falsely hushed tones, echoing Robin's own words from when she excitedly planned this double date. "Hi Vickie, I'm glad you're here, when it's just (y/n) and Robin I think they sometimes forget I'm even here." Eddie greeted warmly, earning a slap on the arm from Robin before she threw an arm over your shoulder, gasping in shock,

"Well if you're going to be like that I might just have to steal my best friend back from your clutches."

"Okay, okay. Why don't you two go save our seats and work out your differences while Vickie and I get popcorn?" You offered diplomatically, stealing Vickie away for a bit of subtle interrogation while your dates slunk off toward the screen, circling one another like they might tackle each other to the ground at any moment, before Eddie surrendered to hold the door open for Robin. As they stepped into the dimly lit hall, Eddie let Robin step in front of him, leading them confidently to the back row of the almost empty screen.

"Don't worry Buckley, I know you'll always hold the best friend title for (y/n)." Eddie offered in defeat, the low cinema lighting not quite enough to hide his crimson blush at the sentiment.

"Thanks Eddie, and I'm sure (y/n) knows she can't compete with the many children you hang out with." Robin replied jokingly, sinking into a seat and sliding off her jacket. As Eddie settled beside her, contemplating who from Hellfire would hold that mantle, she added, "but just between you and me, I think you're alright."

On reflex Eddie leaned over, bashing his shoulder against hers to nudge her slightly, unsure of what else to say to acknowledge their budding friendship. Even though always these new hopeful shoots had sprouted over time, it felt like all in one day he had looked up and realised the land around him no longer stood barren. He had never felt more surrounded by warmth and life, never more cared for as he did when you and Vickie stepped through the doors beside him. The notion of being at a movie with his friends, a girlfriend, one his uncle had been so pleased to meet: it made him feel both incredibly normal, and extraordinarily happy. Like maybe he hadn't been as alone as he felt in the first place, he just hadn't looked around and seen what was always within his reach.

The noise of the projector began to rattle behind him as the lights dipped lower, an apprehensive silence settling over the screening as images began to spring to life in front you. You leant over, gently resting your head on his denim-clad shoulder and settling a hand on his bicep, as comfortable in his company as if you'd never been apart. As he stared down at you, watching the lights flickering in your eyes, he thought about what Wayne had said, about how much happier he'd been lately and how you looked at him like you cared.

As if to prove his uncle right you tilted your head, eyes gazing up at Eddie, gracing him with a soft smile that had his heart racing in his chest even in the dark. He returned the affectionate look, before forcing himself to glance at the screen, hoping that even with the lights out you could see it for what it meant.

He cares too.

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years ago

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Hi its me! If it’s alright, I’d love to order (apologies if the formatting is weird- I wrote this in the notes app to make sure I did it right):

A box decorated with glitter- white + milk chocolate(platonic! Chifuyu and Baji) all square shapes with half chili and half lemon crème? :3

I bring this cute ducky gif as a offering :3

TOKREVVVVV!!!!!!

YES YOU CAN I AM VERY THE E X C I T E D

CANT WAIT TO BULLY ONE OF MY FAVS

Thank you for the payment, I accept!

CW: Tickles below the cut!!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

Rainy days in the base are absolute torture for poor Baji. Not only can he not go outside because of illness risks, he has to stay pent up inside with his friends. And mother of god, how are they THIS boring? They’re gang members for crying out loud! I mean who knew that Draken liked horror stories?

As Baji surveyed the room, he couldn’t help but become even more bored. He did, however, find Takemichi and Mikey’s antics to be quite enthralling. The two blondes had made cardboard box forts, pretending to be rival kingdoms. As for Draken, the co-captain found himself seated patiently in Takemichi’s cardboard castle, engrossed in a book.

He curved around to spy Chifuyu and Mitsuya, who were absolutely glued to the table. In a fit of boredom, Chifuyu had asked Mitsuya to teach him how to sew, resulting in the entire afternoon being busy. His greatest creation? A small stuffed teddy bear.

Baji approached the table, sitting across from his buddy, “My my, what have we here?”

Without averting his gaze, Chifuyu replied with “Sheer focus and my own handiwork. Don’t make me prick myself with this needle.”

With a snort and a swipe of the teddy bear, Baji uttered “Oh? What’s this?”

“Hey! Give that back!” The blonde boy growled, placing down his current project.

“Oooh, so scary. What ever shall I do?” He teased, tossing it in the air and catching it repeatedly.

Except on the third catch, a stitch untied, and the entire bear began to deteriorate.

“Baji gasped. “Oh shit, Chi’ M’sorry.”

Chifuyu stood from the table and groaned. “Seriously? That was mine! And I was really proud of it!”

“I said I’m sorry!”

“Get over here!”

With a yelp, Baji pivoted on the ball of his socked foot and ran into the main room once again. Looking around frantically, the long haired boy completely stopped in his tracks.

“Baaaajiiii!” The angry boy yelled, bounding after him.

“Oooh someone pissed off Chifuyu.” Mikey cooed, adjusting his fast food crown.

“Mikey! Is there room for any peasants in your castle?” Baji yelped desperately.

“Hmmm.” The blonde boy thought, tapping his chin. “Not for runaway criminals. Sorry, Baji.“

Bronze eyes widened as socked feet lost their grip on the floor... Chifuyu had caught up and tackled Baji straight to the carpeting.

Four pairs of eyes met the duo, who was currently wrestling on the fluffy carpet. Now, Chifuyu was not expecting to win, given Baji’s fantastic strength. But what he wasn’t expecting was a clear-cut victory opportunity to appear right before his eyes.

The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed, staring down at the panicked boy beneath him. “Dude.”

Baji gulped.

“Did you just try to tickle me?”

“Maybe!” The long haired boy cried in defense, “Always works on Mikey!”

A gasp and a little yelp of “rude” emitted from one another of the castles.

“Always works eh?” Chifuyu thought out loud, reaching for the broken bear.

In natural response, his arm shot up in the air to keep it away from his friend.

The blonde took this opportunity to grab Baji’s wrist, holding it firmly above his head.

“Don’t you fucking da-ahahahare!” the long haired boy giggled as wiggling fingers came in contact with his underarm.

The group around them stared in awe. Baji giggles? He’s ticklish? Since when?

“Well, well well.” Chifuyu quipped, “If it isn’t the consequences of your actions.”

“Leheheheave mehehehe alohohohone!” The trapped boy whined, writhing a bit to try and escape.

“Oh I am never leaving you alone after this!” The blonde chimed, “breaking news: Big, Bad Baji. ToMan’s most intimidating member, taken down by some tickles.”

As he moved his free hand down to prod at Baji’s ribs, the boy snoreted. “This just in! He snorts! You heard it here, folks.”

“Chihihifuhuhuyu! Ihihihill kihihill yohohohou!” The brunette whined as his face flushed from the teasing.

“I don’t think you have the abilities to do that, bossman.”

Baji’s laughter rose in volume as Chifuyu started to dig into his stomach. “Because last time I checked, I wasn’t the one pinned to the ground and getting tickled.”

“CHIHIHIFUHUHUYUHUHU! STAHAHAHAP!”

“No! You broke my bear! I spent ages on that!”

“Chifuyu I can make you anoth-“ Mitsuya interjected, but ultimately ceasing. Who would pass up a golden opportunity like this, to see Baji lose his mind over something so childish?

The blonde boy’s fingers poked around every single toned muscle of Baji’s torso, eliciting the most desperate laughter he had ever heard.

“IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY! JUHUHUST STAHAHAP!”

The long haired boy squealed in agony as Chifuyu let go of his arm and suddenly began to squeeze both of his thighs.

“GAH! NONONONOHOHOHOHO! CHIHIHIHIFUHUHUHUYU! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!”

“And? I don’t think I’ve heard you complaining yet.” The evil blonde chimed.

“IHIHIHITS TOOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Oh now we’re complaining?” With a few clicks of the tongue, and shakes of the head, Chifuyu continued to absolutely tease his best friend, “Y’know, Draken always told us that complaining gets us nowhere, except in a pre-school classroom.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Baji whined, shoving at the blonde sitting on his torso.

“This is pretty entertaining.” Draken whispered to Takemichi, both of them slightly peeking over the castle walls.

“I’m just glad I’m not Baji. Chifuyu’s mean. I would just die on the spot instantly.” the latter whispered, feeling touches ghost over his torso.

Finally, having gathered up enough strength, Baji shoved his assailant off of him. He immediately dove onto the blonde’s chest and tried to tickle him in the same spot as before.

“Not ticklish there!”

“There, huh?”

And that, everyone, is the story of how Chifuyu totally dug his own grave. It’s also the story of the great ToMan tickle fight, because in the end, everyone was somehow on the receiving end.

With some god-forsaken bit of luck, Baji pinched at the blonde’s sides, his most ticklish spot.

“BAHAHAHAJIHIHI! LEHEHEAVEHEHE MEHEHE ALOHOHOHONE!”

“No! You’re mean! All of the guys know I’m ticklish now, and I’m gonna make you pay!”

“Don’t worry, Chifuyu!” Takemichi chimed victoriously from his castle, “The king will save you!”

“Not if I can help it!” Draken chimed, roaring and pulling Takemichi to the floor, delivering the same treatment that Baji was giving Chifuyu.

“And then there were two…” Mitsuya quipped, slowly approaching his captain.

“Y’know what…” Mikey stated suddenly, laying across the floor with his arms up, “It’s been a few years. Go nuts.”

As Mikey’s giggles mixed into the group’s, the entire gang was very pleased for the rain outside.

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

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beyondspaceandstars · 4 years ago

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Around Your Neck

Bonus: Part 2

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader feat. Voyeur!Zemo Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, choking, metal arm kink, fingering, public sex, voyeurism, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: Zemo was quite intrigued by you and Bucky fucking on his plane that he takes some bold steps when he sees you two running off to do similar activities on another one of his properties. A/N: alright! this idea actually stems from a conversation that took place in the original ‘Around You Neck’ piece. A reader (see full exchange below) threw around the idea of Zemo watching and someone second but it took me a while to actually get down how to go about this although i think i got it I THINK I DID GOOD. i enjoyed it so fingers crossed this lives up to any expectations

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

Things had gotten hot and heavy between you and Bucky once again upon settling into Zemo’s place.

Once the gig was up and everyone was fully aware of your particular interest in a particular arm, you didn’t even attempt to hide your lustful gazing.

And something about that sure got Bucky going.

He pushed you against the wall of the fancy bathroom. His lips were on yours from the second he made some lame-ass excuse to pull you away from Sam and Zemo.

Sam had chosen to ignore it, not feeling like now was the time to lecture either of you. Zemo on the other hand had watched silently as Bucky’s hand gripped the back of your neck and your thighs twitched in response before you two disappeared into the bathroom.

You had felt Zemo’s eyes on you two as Bucky fumbled with the door before shoving you in, deepening the kiss, but you had chosen to ignore it and instead got caught up in the sensations of your boyfriend.

Nearly everything in the world had been forgotten the moment Bucky lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his torso. He walked you carefully backward, your back hit a wall.

“You’re driving me absolutely mad,” Bucky whispered in your ear, his voice as rough and passionate as his actions. His hardness grinded into your heated core as he spoke, earning a pathetic whine from you.

“I-I haven’t done anything.” You just about giggled at the end of your claim of innocence. Bucky responded by attacking your neck with kisses, nipping and sucking as he made his way across your hot skin.

You let out a light moan and made your own grinding actions against him. He shook his head, trying to taunt and deny you, but then little begs fell from your lips. The sweet sounds of “please” always made him absolutely weak - not that he’d ever admit it. Instead, he slowly let one hand make its way to your pants button while his metal arm held you perfectly.

When you realized the position, you swore you could feel yourself getting wetter. Just the realization he was holding you with one arm - the metal arm - so effortlessly while his other hand started work on giving you some relief made something turn in your stomach.

Bucky must’ve realized all this as he let out a deep chuckle once he undid your pants and shoved his hand into your panties. Two fingers first started little circular motions on your clit before moving them over your soaking folds.

He inserted the, slowly, letting you feel every inch of his fingers. “So fucking wet,” he groaned in your ear as he planted a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Haven’t even done anything yet it’s a fucking puddle in your panties. Ridiculous.”

The degrading words did not help your situation as you let out a loud gasping moan. Bucky was enjoying this, letting you be as loud as you wanted despite the others clearly in the house. You could only hope that they had decided to leave upon catching wind of what you two were up to.

But that turned out not to be the case.

As Bucky began adding a third finger to the mix, the bathroom door opened. At first, you didn’t even notice it. Eyes closed, your brain was only focused on getting your boyfriend to hurry up and fuck you, you were totally lost in your own world. For your super-soldier ex-assassin boyfriend, though, it was harder for him to turn his senses off.

Abruptly, all motions stopped. Bucky lifted his head from your neck as his fingers stilled inside you. You opened your eyes unwillingly and looked down at your boyfriend. His eyes were wide as yours were furrowed in confusion.

A heavily accented voice cut through the silence from the doorway. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You gasped - and this time it wasn’t one of pleasure. You started wiggling, trying to get a now furious Bucky away from you. He caught on and ripped his hand from your pants. Angry but still handling you with care, his arm placed you back on the ground. You turned away from the door, trying to fix your clothes as Bucky faced the intruder.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell out.” Bucky’s voice boomed throughout the room, bouncing off every tile.

You flinched at the sound as you turned around, presently decent. Your eyes fell on Zemo who was currently leaning against the doorframe, a stupid smirk on his face and a fire in his eyes.

He shrugged, completely unbothered, and slowly closed the door again behind him. “Can’t a man watch what’s happening in his own home?” You and Bucky shared a questioning glance. “You two just seem to like sneaking off. Forgive me if my curiosity has peaked but this is a fascinating situation.”

“What the hell are you going on about?” You sighed, frustrated in more ways than one.

“I’m a man who likes to know what’s going on,” he crossed his arms, “especially when it’s happening in my space.”

“I really don’t-,”

“He wants to watch,” Bucky cut you off but his eyes were still trained on Zemo’s cocky, slightly too proud stance. Your stomach unexpectedly fluttered.

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “W-Watch?” Your voice was suddenly weak as the frustrations - the good ones - hit you again.

“Hmm, interesting,” said Zemo as if he was casually thinking out loud. As if this was the perfect time for some brainstorming session. Your blood was boiling at his casualness.

You rolled your eyes, biting the bait that he cast like a foolish, edged woman. “What’s interesting?”

“You didn’t say no.”

You and Bucky began spewing protests to his claim.

“I-I was in shock-,”

“It doesn’t mean anything-,”

“You’re insane-,”

Zemo lifted his hand to stop you both. Your two voices were getting muddled as your words fought to defend. You gave in, quickly halting all complaints. You could see from the corner of your eye Bucky watching you a bit cautiously now but you didn’t want to face him. You still, for some reason, felt hot and bothered by this… proposition.

“Am I really that insane?” He asked, taking a slow step towards you. “You think you’re hiding it but you can’t stop shifting your stance and those pretty thighs won’t stop squeezing together.” Zemo paused, chuckling a bit to himself. You glared, keeping your eyes locked with his despite how overwhelming it all was. “Are you going to tell me that I’m wrong, dear? Because I don’t think I am. In fact, I think you’d more than just enjoy it. I think you actually crave it.”

Your heart sank at Zemo’s publicized revelation. How the hell did he even pick up on that? Was he somehow in your fucking mind? Your eyes searched his expression, looking for signs that he was pulling your leg or playing some fucking games but his features were cold with a hint of curiosity. You weren’t sure what to say because, well, he really wasn’t wrong. But this didn’t stem from some blatant attraction to Zemo (even though that desire certainly was harboring deep, deep within you), you had always had some interest in sexual adventures on the more voyeuristic side.

Bucky, however, didn’t know any of this.

For all the intimate actions you two had already explored -- including the new-found metal arm kink -- you hadn’t brought this up, finding it to be some ultimate, untouchable achievement with your partner.

Bucky said your name, pulling you out of your dazed thoughts. You finally faced him, taking in his not-so-surprising expression of wonder. “Is that true?” There was something in his tone that made your heart leap. He was… excited, you thought. “Is this making you…”

Your mouth opened but no words came out.

Zemo opted to answer for you. “You know it is, James.”

Bucky licked his lips and took a couple of steps towards you, focused on getting an answer personally from you. He was very close now, pretty much towering of you. “Does the thought of someone watching us make you wet?”

His words hit the room like explosive bombs. You gasped at the boldness, trying to act all surprised at the question, but your body couldn’t hide anything, especially not when Bucky’s metal arm came up to trace invisible lines across your neck. He held your head up, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. The entire situation felt so powerful.

“N-No.”

Both Bucky and Zemo let out scoffs in disbelief. You sighed, defeated.

“Oh, really?” Bucky inquired as he began walking towards you again, getting so close that you had no choice but to back up. You hit the wall once again, feeling almost in the position from earlier.

Without any warning, Bucky undid your pants and once again shoved his hand back to your core, letting his fingers run over your folds. If your panties had a puddle earlier, it was now a full-blown ocean down there. You yelped in surprise.

Bucky hummed as he let his fingers play. “I think the thought makes you very wet.” He pressed into you just a bit more, enough for you to now feel his erection through his jeans.

As Bucky inserted two fingers in you, he moved his head to meet yours. You grabbed onto his shoulders as the hand on your throat forced your head to tilt to the side, making room for him to whisper in your ears.

He pumped his fingers slowly as he spoke, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” You let out a pathetic whine. “Yeah, you sure are,” Bucky chuckled. “I can feel it. I can feel you soaking my hand and why is that? Because someone is watching you? Someone’s watching you take my fingers like a good girl while my hand is wrapped around your pretty throat, just how I know you like it. Isn’t that right, dear?”

Bucky sneered, his voice full of arousal and jealousy, at the little pet name Zemo had used on you. You just about collapsed when he spoke. If it hadn’t been for Bucky’s strong body pressing into yours, you would’ve melted into the floor. Not to mention, you could feel Zemo’s eyes taking you in, raking over you so shamelessly as you twisted and squirmed from Bucky’s skilled fingering.

“She is quite the sight,” Zemo commented, making observations as if you weren’t even in the room. For some reason, that made everything hotter.

“M-More-,” you choked out and began grinding your hips against Bucky’s body. His grip on your throat got a bit tighter at your movement, forcing you to let out a moan.

“You want more?” Bucky taunted you as his thumb came up to circle your clit. You yelped, moving your hips even more. His body was still holding you down. “You want me to fuck you right here for him to see?”

Your eyes had fluttered close by now but Bucky wasn’t dealing with that. The hand on your neck left and found its way into your hair. He gave your hair a tug, forcing you to keep looking at him. His eyes bore into yours, full of lust and pleasure. His features, though, were harsh and serious. You felt your orgasm coming in hard. You couldn’t even think straight to nod at his ridiculous question.

Bucky seemed to know all this, though. Just as fast as he put his hand down your pants, he removed it, making you let out an angry, pitiful whine at the loss of contact. Bucky just shook his head and forced you to turn around. Now your front was completely pushed against the wall and Bucky was working fast to get your pants and panties off.

You couldn’t really see anything behind you now and somehow, this got you going even more. You lost pretty much all control in this position. Your awareness was flying out the window. You had no idea what Bucky’s next moves would be and you certainly didn’t know how Zemo looked taking this all in.

Suddenly, though, a hand came up to your cheek, brushing back your hair. You knew immediately it wasn’t Bucky.

“You look so pretty, dear,” Zemo whispered. His hand caressed your cheek as his eyes stared into your blown-out ones. “Like an absolute goddess.”

Before you could even respond or at least show acknowledgment, Bucky entered you full force, his hips completely jutting against you. You let out a cry at the fullness, completely stunned by the boldness of your boyfriend. He groaned lowly in your ear as he worked his way well deep into you.

“B-Bucky-” Your cries were loud as you adjusted to the size of him, now planted rightfully in you. While there was some discomfort, all you could register was the pleasure you had been denied for what felt like forever.

“Shh,” he hushed you, his mouth right against your ear. “You’re taking it so well, doll. My good little girl.”

You could’ve sobbed at his words of encouragement. He watched you for a second, still paused inside you, before feeling that you were okay. Then the pumping began, in and out of you, just as powerful as when Bucky first entered you. His rhythm was hypnotizing as he fucked you forcefully into the wall.

Upping the ante a bit, his metal arm came around to your neck, squeezing gently but with determination. You felt yourself get wetter at the action.

“There you go,” Bucky mumbled, sounding lost in his own daze. “Just like that, sweetheart. Got me fucking you against a wall, my hand around your throat, while we have a little audience. But that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted to show off how you like to get fucked.”

Somehow, his words were so degrading yet so pleasing. They went straight to your core causing the sound of your wetness to begin filling the room. You heard Zemo chuckle at the shift.

“Such a dirty girl you have, James.”

Bucky scoffed. “What a naughty girl I have. Didn’t even tell me she likes it when people watch.”

You whined at the statement but didn’t have much time to ponder it as Bucky pulled out of the way out only to shove right back in, forcing you to take his length in one motion. Your cries were becoming a regular thing now, completely engrossed in the situation.

“That’s it, sweetheart, so good,” Bucky grunted in your ear as his hand on your throat got tighter. “Gonna cum for me, yeah? Gonna come while he watches? Come on, doll, let him see how pretty you look falling apart.”

That was all it took. Your orgasm rushed through you the second his words stopped and he gave another strong pump. Slightly ashamed of yourself for how little it took for you to cum, but who could really blame you? Denied twice, you were always on that teetering and all that was needed was Bucky’s permission.

You shook under Bucky as he stilled inside you, letting his own orgasm take him over. He finished inside you, groaning and moaning pleasantly in your ear as you squirmed. The sensation of it all, from the warmth of Bucky filling you to Zemo’s eyes still shamelessly watching, had you overwhelmed quickly.

Bucky whispered sweet praises in your ear as you two calmed down. “So good for me, sweetheart. Absolutely fucking perfect. Can never get enough of this.” His words made you feel warm and definitely helped you catch your breath.

When he saw you were going to be fine, Bucky pulled out and reached for a towel to clean you up. He was gentle and caring, a complete contrast to just minutes ago.

Pants and underwear returned to your body and you pushed yourself slowly away from the wall, carefully finding your footing.

Once you and Bucky had straightened up your appearance, Zemo spoke.

“That certainly was a real treat,” he said with a cocky smile playing on his lips. You couldn’t really face him and instead focused on the floor. Bucky placed a gentle hand on your waist. “Nothing to be ashamed of, dear. I think we got what we all wanted, right?”

You mustered the courage to at least look up at Bucky who was just rolling his eyes.

“Could you leave us for now?” Bucky sighed.

“Why?” Zemo asked. “Going for round two?”

You shook your head, fighting your own urge to roll your eyes. No matter how mad you actually wanted to be, though, you had certainly found a lot of pleasure in the events just seconds earlier.

Bucky went to snap back with some remarks but Zemo cut him off. “I’m just kidding,” he said and then began walking to the door. “Thank you for this opportunity. It will certainly be treasured.”

With that, he exited, leaving you and Bucky standing there, staring at one another. Surprisingly, nothing had felt it changed between you two. In fact, you felt better now that that little secret of yours was now out in the open.

“So,” Bucky began with the tiniest smirk, “are there any other kinks of yours I need to know about?”

You groaned as Bucky chuckled, finding way too much amusement now. “Shut up.”

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑺/𝑶 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, supporting, encouraging nor promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW content.

៚𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔

"Baby....what are you doing?"

Hongjoong scooted even further in his chair when you kneeled in front of him and began fumbling with his belt.

Looking up at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, you smiled at him.

"You're stressed out. So I want to help you."

Making a quick work of his zipper, you began to pull his pants and briefs down enough to let his cock spring free. Hongjoong lifted his hips up to make it easier for you.

"Baby, you know you don't have to do this." He reminded you, but deep down he just wanted you to suck the life out of him and was impatient to feel your mouth around his aching length.

"I know..... I want to."

Without another word, you leaned down and licked a long stripe up his length. Hongjoong's hands gripped the arm rests as he watched you take more and more of him in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck! Oh my God!" Hongjoong panted as he came inside your mouth.

Winking at you, he made you stand and sit on his desk.

"Ok, let me return the favor."

៚𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎

"Come on you little cock slut. I know you can do better than that."

Seonghwa's tongue swiped across his bottom lip before a sinister smirk was plastered on his handsome features. His hand that was on the back of your head pushed you further, causing you to gag around his thick length.

"Is that all you got baby? I thought you desperately wanted to suck on my cock."

His teasing only made you more determined to wipe the smirk off his face. Without warning, you took all of him in your mouth, giving him an extra long suck that had him throwing his head back against the wall.

"Holy s-shit!"

Seonghwa let out a series of groans and heavy pants as you continued to suck him ravenously, getting closer and closer to the edge. Feeling his cock twitch, you pulled him out of your mouth and started jerking him off to help him cum faster. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue which was the image that made him tip over the edge.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Seonghwa cried out as he spurted out his hot cum all over your tongue and nose. He was left breathless and without words for a good moment

You swallowed his cum and couldn't hide the proud smirk on your face knowing you shut Park Seonghwa up.

៚𝐽𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜

You stopped Yunho's hands that were currently traveling down your body.

"Baby? Are you ok? Did I do something wrong? Do you want me to stop?"

It made your heart melt how much Yunho took care of you, always asking if you were ok and always putting your needs above his. Precisely the reason why you wanted to change it up this time and instead take care of him like he deserved to be.

"No. Just...... lay back and relax."

You made Yunho turn onto his back. He blushed intensely as he watched you start kissing down his chest and abs, trying not to get so turned on but ultimately failing. Pulling his sweatpants and boxers down, you groaned at the sight of his huge cock hitting his stomach. God how you wanted it in your mouth.

"B-baby I'm ok...really-"

You hushed him by placing a kiss to his tip, making him inhale sharply.

"You're always taking care to me Yuyu.....let me take care of you for a change." You winked at him before starting to take as much of him as you could in your mouth.

All throughout it, Yunho was blushing and giggling like crazy by the end of it, he couldn't believe that you would actually do this.

As if he wasn't already wrapped around your finger.

៚𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔

Yeosang heard the front door slam. He knew you were probably tired and exhausted from work, since it was almost 10 pm and your shift was supposed to end 3 hours ago. He had told you time and time again he'd take care of you, but stubborn you refused to quit your job.

You stormed in the room and marched over to him.

"Tough day?-"

He couldn't finish his sentence since you immediately straddled him on the bed and began kissing him harshly. Slamming him down on the bed, you began pulling his pajama pants down.

"Y/N! What has gotten into you?!" He exclaimed, shocked by your actions.

You gave no answer but simply gave his cock a hard squeeze before putting it in your mouth, immediately bobbing your head up and down while sucking on it. Yeosang threw his head back, unable to form any coherent words, nearly choking on his own breath. He was usually very quiet when you two had sex, but now he was blurting out curse words, moans and whimpers as you gave him the most exhilarating blowjob he'd ever had.

He was a sweaty and panting mess by the time he came, eyes staring wide at the ceiling trying to process what happened. He looked up and saw you ridding yourself of your dress pants and underwear, staring at him with lust and frustration.

"I'm not done yet Yeosangie. I'm going to fuck myself on your cock as many times as I want and you're going to take it."

Yeosang gulped, half afraid and half turned on by you taking charge.

៚𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛

San's hands guided your movements, making you take even more of him in your mouth.

"That's a good little slut. Looking so fucking pretty with my cock inside that mouth of yours."

San's phone began ringing. You began to pull away but his hand kept you from moving. He silently commanded you to keep going with your task. Putting on the speaker, he answered:

"Yes?"

"I got the papers you asked for." You recognized Yunho's voice.

"Ok. Bring them in. Door's unlocked."

San chuckled when you looked up at him with wide eyes.

"What? You said you wanted to suck my cock darling and I was happy to oblige. Don't think I'm going to let you stop just because my friend is here."

Petting your hair he whispered:

"Be a good girl/ boy and put on a little show for him, won't you?"

You moaned around his length, getting more aroused at the thought of one of San's friends watching you in such a sinful act.

"Ok I got the-"

Yunho dropped the papers in his hand as he took in the scene in front of him. San smirked when he saw his friend swallow harshly.

"Aren't they such a good little whore? They wanted to suck me off so badly. Maybe after they're done......

They'll be willing to do the same to you?"

៚𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖

Mingi sighed softly, his hands gently caressing your hair as he stared down at you.

"That's it baby...you're doing so good. God! You feel amazing."

He made sure to praise you as much as he could. When you told him you wanted him to teach you how to suck him off, he was hesitant, but after you kept insisting, he gave in. And he was glad he did. You were doing such a good job, it was hard for him to hold back from fucking himself in your mouth. It felt so good, but he would'nt do that. It was already enough to see you on your knees, sucking him off so innocently yet it was so dirty.

His gentle hands carefully guiding your movements, making sure not to hurt you or push you down too far. It was such a sweet and beautiful scene, he knew he was going to cum anytime soon.

"Oh-oh angel I'm g-gonna-"

He pulled out of your mouth, not wanting you to swallow his cum in case you got grossed out, instead staining his shirt and the floor beneath him. Once he got over his high, he looked back at you and smiled down at you with love and pure adoration:

"You were so good baby. So obedient. Let me reward you."

Mingi lifted you up and layed you down on the bed, wanting to please you like royalty.

៚𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

"Seriously? Right fucking now?"

Wooyoung could not believe that you'd actually get horny on the ride to a 'company' event that Hongjoong organized. You actually took off your seatbelt and bent down, already fiddling with the zipper of his pants.

"Goddamit Y/N! Don't do this! I'm driving!" He begged you, something he'd never ever think he'd do, but you left him no choice as he tried to keep his eyes on the road and not think about the growing tent you were causing.

"Is that supposed to stop me?" You chuckled darkly as you took his dick out and began to stroke him slowly, spreading his precum all over his tip.

You wrapped your lips around his head and hummed softly. Not taking anymore of your bratty behavior, Wooyoung pulled into the nearest parking lot he could find and stopped the car.

"Ok you dirty little whore. You wanted to play? All right let's play."

His hand pushed down on your head, making you sink lower and take his entire cock in your mouth. He held it there for a few seconds, smirking when you gagged. He released his grip on you and moaned when some of your saliva trailed down your lips.

"But we're playing with my rules. So get on with it slut. My cock isn't going to suck itself."

Forcing your head down again, you hollowed your cheeks out as Wooyoung began to face fuck you in the car.

And if you think once he came it'd be over, you're wrong. This was only the beginning.

៚𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜

Jongho was already judging you for playing such a nonconservative and explicit song. And he was even more shocked when you actually began to rap along to some of the lyrics.

"I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp."

Just hearing that made Jongho gulp a little himself. Turning to him, you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

"I wanna gag, I wanna choke." You continued.

Jongho nearly choked on the water he was currently taking a sip from.

Not giving up, you crawled over to the part of the couch he was sitting in and placed yourself in between his legs.

"I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat." You finished as your hands began to stroke his thick and muscly thighs.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Jongho exclaimed, completely flustered by your actions and demeanor.

"Can't you take a hint? I want to suck your dick?" You responded with absolutely no shame or remorse.

"Y-you....can't it wait until we're going to bed?" He asked.

You frowned. "No! Don't get me wrong Jongho, sex with you is great, but you always hold back. I want you to stop holding back and actually use that God level strength you have and wreck me completely."

Jongho just blinked at you. For a moment you thought he'd refuse, but then he unzipped his pants.

"Careful what you wish for baby."

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michaels-reality · 4 years ago

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jsaghka whats wrong with ok ko?

Okay so I will spoil the whole main plot of the series with it but there are 3 main problems I’m gonna get into with this series and it’s problems with character design, jokes on child neglect, and ableism with system caricatures. And this is coming from someone who enjoys the show before anyone thinks I’m just hating to hate on it. But again, these issues are so big for me that I would not recommend this show to anyone skjhskjf.

1. Issues with character design

Alright, so first off, please look at this picture of the majority of the women of the show and tell me what’s wrong with it?

Yeah! Almost all of them have the exact same body type! I’ve seen people praise ok ko with its diverse character design but if you boil it down, almost all the women have the same cinched waist and big hips. And for the characters the characters that do have different body types, it's almost unfair to compare them to the rest of the characters, like you can’t compare Carol to Rippy Roo because Rippy Roo is an actual animal. And you can’t compare Dendy to Enid, because Dendy is a child and Enid is a teenager. And for the Ladies that have an actual difference in body type, that’s like 6 characters out of how many? And to those characters that have different body types, the Hue Troops only show up for 2 episodes and even then the main focus isn’t on them so they barely get any screen time, Punching Trudy shows up for one episode to fight Punching Judy, Pheobe shows up for 7 episodes but she’s a background character and I don’t ever remember her speaking, and then there’s Foxtail. Foxtail is probably the only female character that has a different body type that has an important role in the story and shows up for more than just background appearances.

Compared to the men in the show, there is way more diversity but even then, there is a lot of making the upper half of them bigger and giving them tiny hips and legs.

There is also the issue that kinda pisses me off is the racial ambiguity of everyone. Like most of the characters aren’t even human so whatever, but there are characters like enid that have darker skin but she has straight purple hair so what are we supposed to get from that? I mean, I guess there is some wiggle room for anyone that isn’t white to claim her but then you start to see that all these darker skinned characters seem to always have straight hair and that’s also a problem. The only character I can confidently say is black is foxtail and she has straight hair. And the only character that is said to have curls and an afro is RADICLES who is BLUE and an ALIEN! Like it makes me mad that our curly haired and black coded character is designed like this. Like, I get it, he’s an alien, he’s blue, he’s not human, BUT WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE THE ONLY ONE? WHY CAN’T THERE BE ANOTHER CHARACTER WHO IS DARKER SKINNED AND CURLY HAIRED?

It’s so ironic given that ok ko has one of the BEST racism metaphors I’ve ever seen in episode 28. Dendy says kappas don’t need pow cards to be heros but it feels nice to be appreciated but this show is not making me feel very appreciated right now sjglksjgds.

2. Jokes about child neglect/abuse

OKAY! BOXMAN! I LOVE BOXMAN BUT WHAT THE FUCK?

Okay, so in the show, Lord Boxman has robot minions that he is constantly annoyed with the performance of and punishes them and yells at them. AND I WOULDN’T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS IF BOXMAN DIDN’T REFER TO THEM AS HIS CHILDREN! It’s shown in the show that Boxman raised them as baby robots and they call him daddy and they have a very familial relationship. But it’s constantly joked about with Boxman saying how they never make him proud not taken seriously in the show. Like, in the second episode, one of the first things we see Boxman do is put Darrel in the furnace and Darrel says “I deserve this” BUT DON’T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY CUS DARREL IS A ROBOT AND HE’S BACK 2 SECONDS LATER! The robots get emotional over any sense of approval, like at the end of “Villains Night In” Darrel and Shannon literally fall apart after Boxman gives them shirts and says to “keep up the good work”, and the end of Plazalypmics, Darrel, Shannon, and Raymond get participation trophies and are really happy with that. Like, this isn’t normal.

The whole relationship between the robots and Boxman is actually pretty toxic and kind of bothers me sometimes. The robots seem to have a very intense sibling rivalry but it’s over the affection of Boxman, which is unhealthy but most of the time it’s just played off as funny joke for the tv. And it becomes even more apparent because episodes without Boxman, like Rad likes robots, it shows them getting along fine and even worrying about each other. And in season 2, Boxman comes back from the sun and Darrel stands up to him and says he doesn’t need him anymore, but one “I’m proud of you” from Boxman and Darrel is back to wanting his approval. LIKE ITS ALMOST NEVER FRAMED AS A BAD THING OR TAKEN SERIOUSLY! I AM NOT A FAN OF HOW THEY TREAT THIS! Like, I can admit it gets better after Venomous comes into the picture and Boxman has that realization of “oh I should be proud of my kids achievements” but to me it looks like this whole forgiving your abuser plot line and I fucking hate it! And Boxman still admits to incinerating his robots after the company switches over to his and Venomous’ ownership when discussing what to do to punish them and he says “I usually see improvement in my robots after I incinerate them.”

And even if it got better, it’s still played off as a joke in all of season one and normalizes terrible behavior. Child neglect in tv shows, especially in children’s media, played off jokes and funny are never good and can be insensitive to children who are in these situations seeing it played up for laughs. You can argue that being on the villain’s side frames it as a bad thing but that kinda loses meaning in a show like ok ko where you start to see the villains as regular people and not necessarily bad, just “evil”. I just feel like this could have been treated so much better and not trivialized like this.

3. System Caricatures and ableism

Let me start off by saying, I am a singlet and I don’t have as much authority on this type of thing so feel free to correct me on anything I get wrong or add on in anyway.

With that said, KO and TKO along with Shadowy Figure and Professor Venomous are terrible system caricatures. KO is 6-11 years old is prime age to develop a system, so when shadowy figure comes into KO’s life and traumatizes him, he splits. And so we begin our little “evil alter ego”(quoting the show! using this phrasing is terrible and should never describe a system like that) stereotype.

I’ve talked about OK KO with my friends who are systems and it makes them mad that this show had so many moments to be good system rep and then it turns around and fucks everything up! Like TKO could have been written well. TKO is very clear on stating he isn’t KO and is his own person but everyone still refers to him KO and treats him like a bad thing because he isn’t KO. And when TKO acts out due to being referred to as KO and rightfully being upset, they act like it is some evil act against them and they need KO back! Like, the show misses its own point so much!!! If they treated TKO like a person (which he is!!!!!) then half the problems they have wouldn’t be a problem in the first place. And TKO has done nothing wrong other than wanting to front! KO even talks about TKO as another person but they address him as such!

The way people talk about TKO in this show makes me so mad, like when Dendy does tests on KO in “Mystery Science Fair 201X” to bring out TKO, TKO finally comes out to deal with the feelings KO can’t deal with and then they almost do it right when Dendy realizes she was the one that fucked up and then SHE APOLOGIZES TO KO INSTEAD OF TKO FSDGHSDFJ!!! And they always treat TKO as a threat as if he’s a danger! Like TKO’s a kid just like KO and acted out when the people around him upset him! Like a kid! And the last time TKO shows up in season one in the finale, TKO actually SAVES everyone in the plaza and leads the battle away from the plaza but because “oh but TKO is the evil” they go and try to stop him from saving them? Like yeah he got a little reckless but he only ended up hurting people in the plaza when Rad and Enid interfered. They treat him like a problem because they MAKE him a problem!

Also, the moments where everyone tries to bring KO back by saying “you are loved” and all that, that’s actually really manipulative! Like, they’re using positive triggers to kick TKO out of front and that’s actually a really rude thing to do. They’re trying to bring to front who THEY want to see and it’s not fair to TKO who is fronting. It also goes the other way around when Dendy is experimenting on TKO to try and get him to front.

And then even KO treats him terribly, locking him in a cage, then keeping him in his head all the time, and then when he finally lets TKO out and TKO acts out from being locked in his own head for so long, KO then traps TKO in his subconscious. Which is terrible! TKO should be allowed to front and should be treated like his own person! It’s so weird how the show almost gets it right but then does shit like this that makes it terrible again. Like KO has a headspace and he creates things in his headspace and he talks to TKO like another person and they communicate their feelings but then the show turns this all on their head when KO locks TKO away and blames him for destroying everything when he’s the one trapping him in his brain.

There is also the problem with TKO being the one with all the power and changing his appearance cus that all contributes to the system caricature. Also, TKO and KO integrating at the end of the series? ALSO VERY BAD AND HARMFUL CARICATURE! Alters are different people and they should be treated as different people and KO is not TKO all along THEY ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE! And integration is possible but it’s usually not by choice. And even then, integration being the end goal of a story is a very ableist narrative and shouldn’t be written.

And it confuses me, why does shadowy figure have his own pow card but TKO doesn’t. Like, KO and TKO are established more as being different people than Shadowy Figure and Venomous so why doesn’t he get his own pow card? Like the end of season one, TKO fought the fight at the plaza and used his power to defeat Boxman jr but at the end KO ends up leveling up instead. And on the topic of TKO’s power, again, that shouldn’t be a thing. TKO and KO should both have access to the same power because they use the same body because that's how systems work! They use the same body!

And I know what the show was trying to do like “oh TKO is a manifestation of all the bad feelings that KO has!” but there are so many ways to do that without making a caricature of systems. Like if you didn’t make TKO a person then this would have been fine. Like if other people didn’t see TKO this could have been fine. There are ways to make a manifestation of your negative emotions without doing it like this. And the way this show did it is such bad writing, because you are meant to think TKO is this terrible manifestation of emotions but all you see is this scared kid who doesn’t know where he is and lashes out when he gets rightfully upset. BECAUSE LET ME REMIND YOU! TKO AND KO ARE BOTH 6-11 YEARS OLD! THEY ARE KIDS! THEY’RE SITUATION SHOULDN’T BE TREATED THIS WAY

And my guy shadowy figure...... bad. Shadowy Figure and Venomous’ is not only a terrible caricature but also very inaccurate. With KO and TKO, their system developed at the correct time as a child, but with Shadowy Figure and Venomous, they developed after Venomous got his snake disease. And, Venomous doesn’t even know about Shadowy Figure and that can be a result of dissociative amnesia but it’s really unfortunate. And again! the end of the series! Shadowy Figure and Venomous integrate into one entity and it’s terrible! Because they aren’t the same person and shouldn’t be treated as the same person! And again with the whole “evil alter ego”. Like Shadowy figure only exists to traumatize KO and make him split and create TKO. And the fact that they turn out to be KO’s dad??? Yikes??? Like again, these are terrible caricatures and are harmful to systems and should’ve been treated better in the show.

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Like, I love OK KO, I used to hold this show very close to my heart and made me very happy to see this show with the amount of LGBT rep but looking back it was very bad in many ways. Like that racism episode I mentioned, that shit resonates with me! And I appreciate characters like Dendy and KO and I still love the boxbots and venomous, I just wished this show lived up to the potential that it had.

TL;DR: OK KO has a problem with misogynistic character design and colorism, normalizes child neglect, and has put out an ableist narrative with system caricatures.

#long post #racism m #colorism m #misogny m #ableism m #ok ko #malware-rants #intergration m

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hops-hunny · 4 years ago

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow

CHAPTER 1

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?

Warnings: None for this chapter!

A/N: Nothing major happens in this chapter, this is sorta just like the beginning stages.

(Y/n) let out a load groan, hand searching aimlessly for the alarm clock on her side table. “Where is it?!” she continued to slap her hand around on her table, many objects falling to the floor before her hand finally landed on the right one, the rooster noises ceasing as her hand collided with the big snooze button. She rolled over, sighing as she stared at her speckled ceiling. “Perhaps I really should take the time to learn how to use the alarm on my phone.” it wasn’t that she was bad with technology persay. It’s just if it was produced after the year of 2008 you could forget it. Could you really blame her though? During all her years at Hogwarts, she had never made the switch her fellow classmates made with modern technology. Sure she had a smart phone but the only thing she could manage to do with it is call, text, and make notes in the notes app (something she had just recently learned as well).

Unwillingly, she crawled out of bed, stretching as she let out a large yawn, bones snapping and cracking like a New Year’s firework. She made her way to the bathroom, looking into the same mirror she always did, watching the light in the center flicker the same way as always. Life for (Y/n) was seemingly unchanging. Day after day, month after month, was spent exactly the same. She’d wake up, get ready for work, and then travel a few blocks down the street to open the bakery. Her bakery.

It wasn’t that (Y/n) didn’t enjoy what she did. She happened to enjoy her job very much. All her friends at Hogwart’s had encouraged her, giving her the push she need to travel the journey of opening her own business. It was something she had always wanted to do but her parents begged her not to. In their words they didn’t want ‘an over zealous and unrealistic’ daughter on ther hands. However, their rude words simply were fuel to the fire. During her 5th year, she began to busk tables at various shops in Hogsmeade. It was hard work, balancing long shifts at 3 different shops and still maintaining decent scores in each class. But, she knew if she couldn’t handle that then there was no way she’d be able to handle running a bakery. So day in and day out she’d work, and work, and work and by the end of her 7th year she had a decent amount of money saved up!

The first issue had been finding a place in a good area that would gain traction and attention while the second one was finding someone willing to sell to someone fresh out of school with no prior business experience. She’d spoken to many people in various different places, some good, and some bad before she finally had been blessed with the chance of meeting Mary and her wife Denise. It was a miracle really. (Y/n) was short on the money, exponentially so however, Mary had sold to her anyways. She said she saw a passion in the girl that she hadn’t seen for a very long time and that it was something she wanted to help foster considering she had had her time to live her dreams and explore passions of her own. So with that, a handshape was exchanged for a beat up envolope filled with the entirety of the girl’s life savings. She had invested every nickel and dime she had ever earned into the place and she prayed it wouldn’t blow up in her face.

Which brought her to where she was today: a proud owner of a highly successful business. And of course, with great business comes a nice chunk of money which caught her parents’ attention. They had began to call her everyday but when that they didn’t work, they showed up at her shop unannounced. At first, she had felt warm inside. Her usual cold and distant parents had come to visit her! However, when they started crunching out numbers and percentages, that short lived happiness was replaced by irritation in which she quickly kicked them out, placing a charm on the building that when they’d attempt to enter (if they really, truly, had the balls to come back), their bodies would be flung right back onto the sidewalk into the heaping piles of trash on the city side walks. Now, (Y/n) was by no means wealthy, but she made a nice amount of money to be engaging in something she enjoyed so heavily, which is why she was confused where they had gotten the idea she had money to share with the main two people who were the cause of her insecurities. Plus, every extra dollar she had she put right back into the shop. Paying her workers, building maintenance, ingredients. She wasn’t a fan of having too much money, her family had shown her what that could cause (and how easily you could lose it all).

Yet still sometimes she found herself wishing she could live the lavish lifestyle her parents once did. She mainly dreamed more so of the more engaging parts instead of the status and power that came with it. As she frosted various different cakes with thick buttercream, her mind would wonder to vivid imagery of beautiful hotel rooms, with breath taking views. Michelin five star meals, coated in delicious cream sauces. Endless adventure waiting to be discovered.

And yet here she was, sitting at a table as she stuffed her face with a raspberry marzipan cupcake. It was a Wednesday, first one of the month and as per usual, her and Twyla were set together, sampling cakes, chocolates, and other treats for the upcoming days. Wednesday had been the official day they had chosen due to the slowed flow of people that would come in. (Y/n) liked to have a different theme each day of the week. The customers lived for it and she had massed a group of frequenters who came each day, wondering what the theme would be that day.

“You know boss, I’ve gotta say it. Working here and sampling all these cakes with you is giving me quite the ass!” Twyla said, turning around as she wiggled her ass in the girl’s face for emphasis. (Y/n) giggled, rolling her eyes as she swatted at the girl, missing as she jumped away from her last minute. “Hey! You gotta take me out to dinner first for that.”

“Just because we’re sampling cakes doesn’t mean that the store is closed! Anyone could walk in at any moment and would you really want that to be their first experience here?” she asked, eyes scanning the silver platter in front of them. She decided on the new dessert flavored chocolates she had been working on. Popping it into her mouth, she let out a moan of approval.

“I mean, I dont’ see why not! We’d definitely make a lot more money with a cake like mine!” the blue haired girl said, sitting down as she grabbed a chocolate as well. “Besides, I don’t think those little noises you’re making would help the scene.” she stated, snickering as the girl across from her tensed up.

“It-it’s not like that! The chocolate- it just- I just- ugh!” she stuttered out, huffing as she crossed her arms over her chest, pouting at the girl. “If you’re gonna keep being mean we can end this process. Just tell me what you think of the blueberry pie chocolate so I can know if we’re adding it to tomorrow’s spread.”

“Oh come on (Y/n) it’s good! Every first Wednesday we sit here, you overly critique yourself, then me and Tiana end up picking out our favorites for the next day!” Twyla was right, even their patterns for trying new things remained the same. (Y/n) wiped her messy hand on her aprons, sighing as she stood up to go back to her position behind the counter. Her employee followed, grabbing the platter to put back into the kitchen before joining her boss behind the counter.

“You’re right. I swear everyday is beginning to feel the same.” She opened her notepad, beginning to take inventory of the sweets they had in the display counter. “I’m grateful for everything I have, I really am. But sometimes I just wish I could have something, anything….”

“New?” the green eyed girl added, catching the (h/c) haired girl’s attention. She nodded, looking at the girl who had snuck a cookie out of the glass case. “I feel ya, girl. Everyday feels the same. Sometimes even when new people come in, I can already tell how they’re going to be. How they’ll act, what they’ll order, what method of payment they’ll use.” (Y/n) eyed the girl up, raising a brow.

“Are you sure you’re not just using legilimens?” she questioned, watching as the girl shifted on her feet, scratching the back of her neck.

“Okay so maybe I do sometimes. But a lot of the times I don’t! Like the other day this weird guy came in and- woah. (Y/n) I don’t wanna freak you out but I have a feeling those hotties in suits across the street are going to be walking in here soon.” Twyla said, in an uncharacteristically quiet tone. The shorter girl followed her friend’s gaze, looking out the glass doors across the street. Three unfamiliar men were crossing over, all in suits that she could only assume cost as much as four months of rent. However, the one in the middle really caught her eye.

Before she knew it, the bell chimed and the three of them made their way in. They looked very out of place in the brightly decorated shop. The one in the middle looked the most important, towering over the other two men. He had dark slicked back hair, an eyebrow piercing, and tattoos that were visible on his neck and hands (which had a few beautiful looking rings on them (none of which were a wedding band…)), yet his hazel eyes held a soft look to them. To his left was a redhead boy, freckles danced all along his face. His eyes were bloodshot from god knows what. He had tattoos as well (not as many as the middle man) and a few unique ear piercings. The guy to the hot tall guy’s right was attractive too but not nearly as serious looking as the other two. In fact, he was humming a song under his breath, a smile causing the tattoo on the right side of his face to crease.

As she went to open her mouth to greet them, the man in the middle eye’s grew wide, his mouth gaping as he stared at her. He walked closer, examining her face closely which caused her to grow confused.

“I’m...I’m sorry. Do I know you?” she asked.

“(Y/n)?” she gasped at the sound of the familiar voice, her notepad and pen dropping from her hands. She made her way around the counter, staring up at the tall man.

“Neville?!”

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andilovetowrite · 4 years ago

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Ms Matchmaker

Peter Parker x Teacher Assistant! reader

(ft. Morgan Stark)

Summary: Morgan Stark has always loved her assistant teacher at school, Ms Y/N...but when she sees Peter talking to her beloved teacher, she knows that she must do everything in her power to get her two of her favourite people together, even if they didn't necessarily ask for her help! But what could she say? They just needed a push in the right direction ;)

Here is the request it's based on!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Nothing but alot of fluff

My Masterlist and my requests are OPEN!

“Peter Peter!”, a small voice called out as a little girl came running at Peter. Slamming into him, Peter laughed, picking up Morgan.

“Hey Little Stark, how was your day?”, he asked, smiling down at the brown-haired girl. She started wiggling in his arms, too excited to tell Peter what she had recently discovered. Jumping down, she pulled Peter’s arm, hopping excitedly. “What? What happened?”

“Ms Y/N!! She is the best Peter, she wears huge hoop earrings and has a big bookshelf at the back of the class. Oh, and she wears such pretty dresses...and she has a golden dog! And you won’t believe what she said about my artwork!”

“That was amazing?”, Peter asked out loud, thinking about what Morgan’s first-grade teacher might say to her.

“That was ama- yeah! How did you know that?”, Morgan asked, her head cocked to the side.

“Uh, um...Ms Y/N and I ar-are friends…”, Peter said, caught by Morgan when he saw her give a coy smile.

“Oh, really Peter? Well, tomorrow I’ll talk to her about you! Does she know you are Spiderma-”

“NO! No, she doesn’t Morgan, but-uh, how about I drop you at school tomorrow? S-so I can see Ms Y/N?”, he asked, moving her to the kitchen, hoping to distract her with some food. Nodding, Morgan walked over, her tiny mind already picturing Peter and Ms Y/N side by side.

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“C’mon Peter! Let's gooo ....”, Morgan said, her foot tapping against the car as she waited for him, clutching her backpack tightly. Peter chuckled, running up to her.

“Coming, coming!”, he said, as Morgan waved at Pepper before she ran off with Peter’s hand in hers. Together, they entered the brightly colored, cute elementary school. Children bustled in and out, and Peter clutched Morgan’s hand, feeling weird since he was the only one taller than 3 feet. “Wh-where’s your class M?”

“Um, right here”, she said, pulling him towards the back of the school. Peter almost gasped as he saw the place. Roses and different flowers were blooming all over the place, and ornaments of all kinds littered the space. Artworks hung from above, and there was a multi-coloured cubby in the back. Peter could see about 8 other kids running around, bags on their back-

“Okay, line up!”, a stern voice shouted, as an old lady hobbled out of the class. Her greying hair was pushed back in a braid, and thick glasses rested on her frowning face. Her sharp eyes searched around for kids as all of them ran quickly to the front of the classroom.

As Peter looked at her, he could feel his heart dropping. “Oh god”, he whispered under his breath. How was he supposed to “be friends” with this lady? She reminded him of every mean teacher he had ever had at school. But for the sake of (lying to) Morgan, he sucked it up and walked over, awkwardly putting out his hand.

“H-hello Ms Y/N, I’m-”

“That’s not Ms Y/N!”Morgan shouted from behind, making the other students laugh out loud. Peter turned red, staring down at the floor, but suddenly, he heard the laughter stopped. Either the old lady had whipped out a stick, or some type of miracle had saved him… It was definitely a miracle when he saw you.

“Hey, guys! What’s all this ruckus? Ms Jo, how about you go get a cup of tea, I’ll handle these little monsters?”, a sweet voice called out as you came up behind Ms “Jo”. Suddenly, Peter understood why Morgan was so smitten with this teacher.

Your face was practically glowing with a smile as your earring caught in the sunlight. You were wearing a red and blue dress, and it felt like it was just for him. You smiled at the students, ushering them in while giving each of them a high five. Peter didn’t know what to do, as he stood there, staring at you. As the last kid ran into the classroom, you turned to meet his eyes, your hands on your waist.

“Aren’t you a bit old to be in first grade?”, you asked, eyes twinkling. Peter’s mouth dropped open, and he didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds as his mind caught up with what you said.

“Uh no-um, I’m here with Morgan- um...Morgan Stark. Just came to drop her off”, he said, blushing under your gaze. You didn’t seem much older than him, looking like a college student as well.

“Well, Mr-?”

“Peter. Peter Parker”

“Well Mr Parker, I would love for you to drop Morgan off every day...I’ve never seen her so excited”, you explained, grinning at the flushed boy.

“Uh yeah, I-I can. My first class starts pretty late and I also have enough time to get back to the dorm-”, he stopped, embarrassed. “Sorry I’m rambling”

You let out a soft laugh as you looked at him. “Not at all, I think it’s quite cute-”, now it was her turn to blush, making Peter laugh. Peter would’ve loved to keep talking to you for the rest of the day, but simultaneously, his phone started ringing as voices from the class started getting louder.

“Well, duty calls. I hope to see you soon Mr Parker?”, you asked.

“Please, call me Peter...and I will come back. For sure”, Peter said, biting his lip as he saw you smile at him and walk back into the classroom, his heart beating 10x faster….

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So Peter decided to come back to Morgan’s school. Based on Ned’s advice, he should have gone back in a week, to not seem like he was too forward. But somehow, he ended up back at her school by the end of the next day….

“Peter? Where’s mom?”Morgan asked, her little face splitting up into a smile as she ran out of class and hugged him. Peter scratched the back of his head, smiling awkwardly.

“Um- I thought I could pick yo-you up? And by any chance...is Ms Y/N around?”, he asked softly, but he knew he was screwed when Morgan smirked, looking back into the classroom.

“Yeah, she is in there. Also, I asked her today if you two were friends-”, Morgan explained, and Peter’s heart skipped a beat, “-and she said you two were absolutely best friends!”

Peter sighed, nodding his head as he imagined you saying that. “Y-yeah, she um, she said that?”

“Yup”, Morgan said, running behind Peter, and pushing him into the room. “There she is!”

“Wait Morgan-”

“Oh hey Mr Peter Parker!”, your voice called out. He turned around to see your smug expression, as he looked like a fish out of the water.

“H-hey Ms Y/N”

“Back so soon?”, she asked mischievously.

“Uh, sorry, I just-um-”, he tried to make up an excuse but she just waved her hand, giggling.

“No no, it’s great! Not a lot of brothers drop their sisters to school and pick them up…”

Peter shook his head, smiling at the idea. “No no, Morgan isn’t my sister-”

“Yes I am!”, a little voice said as Morgan came up beside you. “My dad calls Peter “son”, so he is my brother…”

“Well Morgan-”

“Yeah, well if Mr Stark says I'm your brother, then I guess I am”, Peter said, winking at Morgan.

You cock your head as he mentions Mr Stark. “How do you know Tony Stark?”, you ask.

“Oh, I’m um his apprentice. I’m part of the Stark internship”

“Daddy says Peter is very smart!”, Morgan exclaimed, trying and failing to wink at Peter. Peter started stuttering, a bright blush making away up to his cheeks as he tried to cover that.

“Wow! Tony Stark says you are smart Mr Parker… you must be very proud!”, you say, smiling at the embarrassed look on his face.

“Oh, dad also says that-”

“Okay M! I think we can stop there. Why don’t you wait in the car? I’ll come in a couple of minutes?”, Peter asks, hoping Morgan wouldn’t say anything else that makes him look like a loser.

“Oh okay… you want some privacy to ask Ms Y/N on a date?”, Morgan asks innocently.

Peter gasps, as you start blushing at the thought. “NO! Um, no-”

“Well, if you aren’t gonna ask, then I’ll do it!”, Morgan exclaims. She pushed him back, walking forward. “Ms Y/N, yesterday when Peter dropped me off, I saw him smile at you the same way he smiles at his tests-”

“Oh god”, you mutter, but Peter interjects.

“Uh, I like tests and quizzes”, he says, a tiny smile appearing when he sees you slip your hands into your embroidered pocket.

“So, I asked my mom, and she said, you only look like that when you like someone… like my mom likes my dad!”

“Uh, I’m really sorry for her-”, Peter starts, but you shush him, wanting to hear if your brown-eyed boy felt the same sparks you felt the day before.

“Uh-huh, so Morgan...anything else?”, you ask sweetly, glancing at Peter.

“Yes! He also was talking to his friend last night, the one who likes Lego-”

Peter groaned, knowing he sounded like a full-on nerd.

“-and I heard him say you were the prettiest girl he had seen, and he would have loved to ask you out-” She paused, punching Peter lightly in his stomach, “if he had gotten the guts.”

“Well, I would love to go on a date with Peter”, you said wistfully, winking at Peter as his brain went into overdrive.

“Great!”, Morgan said, elbowing Peter. “So anyway, today morning, in the way to school, Peter and my mom were talking, and mommy said that Peter is a great catch-”

“Wow! Is he really?”, you asked, teasing.

“Yes, he is! I saw him changing the other day, and he has so many lines on his stomach! It’s like steel Ms Y/N”, Morgan says shrugging.

“Oh my god!”, Peter groans as your eyes widen.

“So anyway Ms Y/N… do you think you and Peter could do well together?”

“What do you think Ms Stark?”, you ask acting seriously.

“I think you two should get married”, she announces, but sighs. “But since Peter has to ask you that himself… I can just ask him on your behalf on a date” She concludes this, patting Peter on the back as he is rendered speechless.

“So, do you wanna go on a date Ms Y/N?’, Morgan finishes, her hands twiddling together. You sighed, acting sad. You kneeled down infront of her.

“Sorry Morgan, I actually have a date tonight…”

Morgan gasps and looks at Peter, who suddenly has a great interest in the shoes outside the class.

“Yes, uh sorry Ms Y/N, we will leave now. I’m sure you have a lot of work to do.”, Peter says in a rush as he holds Morgan’s hand, moving out of the classroom.

“Wait… where are we going tonight?”, you ask out loud, making Peter stop.

“Wha-”

“Well, I mean, you did ask me on a date, did you not?”, you ask, sly.

“Uh um, yeah-yeah...That sounds uh oh god, good!”, he says, a dopey smile coming on his face. You walk over, kissing his cheek as you whisper to Morgan.

“Thanks, Ms Matchmaker!”

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This was such a cute idea! Thanks for sending this in anon, and I hope you enjoyed this! My requests are closing today, so if you wanna send anything in, please do it soon. Thanks so much for reading this :) Until next time! Taglist: @idkatee @eternalscribblesforthesoul @loudbluepancake @poisondevotion @scram1326 @t-hollanderr @305weasley @starknik22 @marvelfansworld @lou-la-lou @lomlparker @marvelfansworld @wowitsel @vanteguccir@fullcheesecakeengineer @ladykxxx08 @allegras-sunflower@a–1–1–3

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @rorybutnotgilmore // @locke-writes // @sweetheartliz07 // @queen-destenie // @natasha-danvers // @lokihiddles // @frostedgiantfavs // @emygirl // @lotsoffandomrecs // @johnmurphyisbisexual // @teenwaywardasgardian // @pappydaddy // @captainshazamerica // @freya-xo // @ravenmoore14 // @purpleskiesstorm // @ofthedewthesunlight //

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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years ago

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FIREWORKS AND STREAMERS

Request: I have been insecure about my curly hair lately and was wondering if you can you write something with one of the weasley twins where the reader is insecure about her curly hair and one of the twins makes her feel better.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Hufflepuff!Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Requested by: @wildcat1434

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: none

A/N: So like, incoming fluff bc this idea was cute and sometimes I do be needing fluff, that's about it, enjoy <3

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The relationship between me and my hair had always been... Bumpy, you could say.

There were periods in which I would find it quite lovely; during those times I would let my curls free, showing them off with a proud demeanor, knowing my hair was unique. Those times began to turn less and less usual since the middle of third year, though they were still there.

However, after the summer prior to my sixth year, those moments had banished; I only wished to hide my hair, and my friends ended up noticing. They told me surely there would be a spell or potion able to change my hair.

As if they had summoned it, the next day in Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall introduced us to what seemed like my salvation; Crinus Muto, an advanced spell that modified the caster's hair with no restrictions.

My best friend advised me against using it, claiming it wouldn't help my insecurity— if only, it would worsen it.

I really wanted to do as she had told me and completely dismiss the spell's existence, but two nights after I had a big mental breakdown about it, caused by the most stupid thing ever.

"Is Weasley staring at you or am I blind?" One of my friends whispered, her eyes trained on the Gryffindor table.

I didn't even bother to look up, not wanting to know whether it was true or not, before responding with a quiet "You're blind."

"I mean, it's hard to tell with two rows of students between us but," She nudged me, urging me to avert my gaze from my dinner and redirect it to Fred. "it kinda looks like he's... staring."

Curiosity killed the cat, I guess. My eyes finally left my plate and were, in fact, met with Fred's brown ones. As soon as they met, though, he looked away, pretending to be focused on his food, just like I had been doing seconds ago.

"Of course he's staring." Hannah Abbot, who sat right in front of my friend, commented with her mouth full. "Have you seen your hair?" She swallowed her food, looking me up and down before adding, "No offense, but it's an absolute mess." My eyes opened widely in shock at her bluntness. "You should take care of it, really."

"Has someone ever told you you're an ill-mannered bitch, Hannah?" I heard my friend talking back at the younger girl while I got up and started to make my way out of the Great Hall.

Of course, I didn't see Fred shooting up and attempting to go after me; ultimately he decided to stay in his place, since he saw my friend walking out too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was very aware of all the pair of eyes that had been laid on me the very moment I entered the greenhouse where we would be doing the Herbology tasks.

When I had met my friends at the Hufflepuff common room that morning, I had received divided opinions about my straight hair. At first I had been very convinced that it looked way better than my curly hair, but seeing my friends' reaction, I wasn't that confident about it anymore.

I didn't have time to undo the spell before class, so I decided to go along with it and see how the day unfolded.

I took a deep breath, my eyes trained on the ground as I made my way to an empty seat; maybe there weren't that many people staring, maybe it was just my anxiety.

I finally gathered the courage and looked up, nervously scanning the glasshouse so I could shake off my fears.

There was only a couple of my peers staring, which would have put me at ease, if one of them wasn't Fred Weasley.

On top of it, of course, he wasn't even trying to be subtle, it was almost as if he wanted me to notice his judging eyes; I could feel his gaze on me for the entire class.

The instant Professor Sprout dismissed us, I shoved everything in my bag and left the greenhouse, thanking a couple of Gryffindors who complimented my hair on my way out.

Again, I didn't notice Fred leaving the class as soon as he could to run after me.

I threw my bag against a tree near the lake shore and, as I fell against it, I heard someone jogging in my direction.

"In a hurry to sit by the lake, Y/l/n?" I followed the tall ginger with my eyes while he circled me and sat down by me. "You alright?"

"I just needed a break from... People." I vaguely explained, focusing on the water instead of on the boy besides me.

"Understandable." He hesitated for a second before adding, "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, it's fine." I surprised myself at how calmed and collected I sounded, as if I wasn't chatting with my crush.

"What happened to your hair?" His genuinely curious inquiry took me aback, and I struggled to find something to answer.

"Why?" My heartbeat picked up, anxiety inundating me once more. "You don't like it?"

"It looks weird." Fred looked at me up and down with a grimace. "You don't... Look like yourself." I was about to enter fight or flight mode, but he seemed to notice, and panic made its way to his face. "But it doesn't matter what I think," he was quick to add, his eyes wide open as if he knew he had said something he should have not. "I mean— I think it shouldn't matter, if you like it, that's great— I mean, you don't need my opinion about that either!"

"Calm down, I understand." I tried to reassure him, before his rambling drove the both of us crazy. "Can I tell you a secret?" He nodded with pursed lips, surely afraid he would fuck up if he spoke again. "I've been very insecure about my hair lately— like, very." I sighed. "My best friend told me not to straighten it, but last night I got a not so nice comment and—"

"So that's why you left?" I nodded, tugging my sleeves. Fred went silent for a moment, and then cleared his throat and scooted closer to me. "I know this won't do much, but I really love your hair. Kinda reminds me of fireworks and streamers." He gestured around his own head, mimicking the fireworks' movement. "Dunno I think is fun and pretty awesome." I raised my brows at him in surprise. "Like you."

"Aw, that's very sweet." He offered me a sheepish smile as I felt my cheeks blushing. "It does a lot, actually." I confessed, fidgeting with my rings. "I guess I kinda needed to hear something positive about my hair."

"Well, whenever you need to hear something positive about your hair," he pointed at himself. "I'm your man." He winked at me and I let out a chuckle. "I can also tell you positive things about you in general, but that has a price."

"And what is it?"

"You'll have to let me buy you a drink at The Three Broomsticks this Saturday." I tried not to let panic slip through my recently eased demeanor; was he asking me on a date? "And give me a kiss after." He wiggled his brows at me and my face turned red. "the kiss is negotiable."

I casted my gaze down, fixing it on my shoes, not sure of what I was supposed to say at that. His foot tapping mine snapped me out of my thoughts.

"So?" My eyes traveled to him once more, only to find his studying me already. "What do you say, Y/l/n?"

"Well," I shrugged, trying in vain to play nonchalant. "Seems like an affordable price, so it's fine by me."

"I'll pick you up after lunch, yeah?" Before I could agree, he gasped, his eyes going wide. "I'm a genius."

"Come again?" I frowned, confused as his sudden frantic behavior.

"Don't mind me, love." He jumped up and jogged towards the castle, leaving me puzzled in there. I was about to grab a book from my bag when Fred rushed back, crouched down and pecked my cheek. "Your hair's amazing." He assured me. "See you!" My fingertips graced my now flushed cheek as he headed off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was finishing my lunch when two towering redheads entered the Hall running; while George, slowed down, Fred made a beeline to the Hufflepuff table, his casual clothes already on.

"Ready?" He asked breathless.

"Yeah— you didn't have lunch, did you?" I pointed out, getting up to stand in front of him.

"No, but I'll eat something later—" his eyes roamed over my carefully picked outfit before stating, "You look... very pretty."

"Why, thank you." I offered him a smile and looked over my shoulder at the Gryffindor table, where his friends were very attentive to all we did. "You sure you don't wanna eat something?"

"Hundred percent." He tilted his head towards the gates. "shall we?" He prompted to walk before him, and it was then that I realized he had his hands behind his back. Once we were out in the yard, he tugged my hand and made me turn to him. "I made something for you."

"You didn't have to." Was the first thing that came to my mind when I heard his words. Then the wording dawned on me; he didn't get me something, he made me something. "What is it?"

"So, you know that I told you your hair reminded me of fireworks and streamers?" I nodded, not quite knowing where he was going with that. "Well—" he then showed me what his back was hiding; a delicate, tiny firecracker with my name written on the side. "George helped me so I could finish it on time."

"I'm—" at my loss of words, I could only let out a happy laugh. "This is so cute— am I supposed to ignite it?"

"Duh!" I gently pushed his shoulder in response to his teasing. "Do you know how to do it?"

"I've seen you do it plenty of times." I admitted, grabbing the firecracker with one hand and my wand with the other; it looked so pretty, it was a pity I'd have to ruin it.

With a brief firemaking spell, the firecracker set off. Fred pulled me back slightly before it happened, though.

I was in awe at the beautiful fireworks before us, which looked like a color-changing, expanding version of my hair.

When the colors died out, I turned to Fred, whose attention was already on me, awaiting for a reaction. Surely, he was not expecting the kiss he got, but he didn't complain either; while my hands rested on his chest, his traveled to cup my cheeks before I could pull away.

"So you liked it?" He questioned quietly against my lips.

"I loved it." I whispered back with a wide smile. "You're a sweetheart." I pecked his lips before retreating. Holding his hand in mines, I made my way back into the castle. "We're not leaving until you have lunch."

"You are a sweetheart." He responded, following my lead without offering resistance. "By the way, your hair looks gorgeous." The corners of my lips twisted into a bigger smile at the sweet words he spoke only for me to hear as we went back into the Great Hall.

Maybe my hair wasn't that bad after all.

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existslikepristin · 4 years ago

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What A... Bummer

Desc: The fic that (sort of) started it all. Sorry for the funky formatting, as this was mostly just copy/pasted from Discord, where I ran the polls. You may also find it here if you prefer AFF: https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1462191/what-a-bummer-aka-i-m-so-sorry

Tags: TheLounge, Gfriend, Eunha, Yerin, maleOC"you", mostly butt things, angry bunny, vote story, backlog story

~~~~~

You knock on the dressing room door. Just inside is your Gfriend... as in "good friend" Eunha. Today is a very exciting day, and it's been a long time coming. She released her first solo album at midnight and she was at the first show where she would perform it live in front of a camera.

The two of you have been close... "good friends," as they say, for a while now. And you managed to convince security to let you in so you could give her a gift before she goes on stage. After all, you're proud of her accomplishment!

You hear shuffling inside the room and know she's on her way over. You really hope she likes the present!

What was the present again?

Options: 1. Champagne, baby! You got the expensive stuff! 2. A basket of healthy fruits! You're wholesome as fuck! 3. Your buddy Yerin! Can't celebrate without a good laugh! 4. (Picked:) A buttplug?! Who the fuck do you think you are?

~~~~~

You hold the box behind yourself as the door opens. Just inside is your buddy Eunha, all by herself. Not a surprise since you saw her manager downstairs earlier.

And she looks awesome. Her hair is cut short again, just to her jawline, but instead of curling in like her normal bob, it flares out at the bottom. She's got on a white shirt, cut low enough to just tease at her cleavage (even though you happen to know she's hardly got any cleavage without the pushup). Below she's wearing a super short black skirt, with a slit on one side that nearly reaches her hip bone, but her safety shorts hide the real goods. You know she has some tall black heels for this outfit since you were there when her stylist picked them out, but she's barefoot for now, nails on her fingers and toes painted all black.

She shouts happily and jumps up to wrap her arms around you as soon as she sees you. You barely manage to keep her from dragging you down to the floor, putting your arms around her too. "You came!"

"Of course I did!" you shout, "Congratulations!"

The top of her head barely reaches your chin while she's on her toes. She nuzzles her head into your neck. Her hair dresser would flip her shit, but it's okay if it's just for a second, right?

She suddenly grabs the box from your hand. The sly little idol.

"Yerin told me you were bringing me a present. I thought she might be lying, but..."

Eunha tears the wrapping off the box. You'd be a little offended, but you did the same thing to the last birthday gift she got you.

"Now... what am I supposed to do with this thing?"

Eunha holds up the butt plug. You grin, recognizing the excellence of the thing. Stainless steel, polished like a mirror, a bright red gemstone embedded into it (and yeah, you got a real gem for it), and big. Real big.

Options: 1. (Picked:) "You keep it inside you, once I help put it there." 2. "WOAH. That's not what I thought it was, I swear! Yerin tricked me!" 3. "How the fuck should I know?"

~~~~~

"What are you supposed to do with it?" you ask as you take a couple steps forward.

"You keep it inside you, once I help put it there."

Eunha puts the butt plug up to her mouth. "Like this?" She licks it and puts it in her mouth, as far as she can at least. She looks up into your eyes, looking as innocent as she can. You would almost buy the stupid act too, but you know she's got somewhere to be.

You grab her by the shoulders and spin her around. Then you drop to your knees so your face is directly next to her ass. It takes up your whole field of vision. But still, there's no time to waste. You grab the sides of her safety shorts and yank down. As expected, there's nothing underneath and you can instantly spread her glorious cheeks to be greeted by...

Oh damn, she's already got a plug in.

Eunha giggles above you. "Don't worry. I like yours better. Help me swap them and you can keep that one."

Not a bad solution.

The plug takes a little work to get out. Eunha half-moans, half-laughs as you wiggle it back and forth to get it moving. She reaches back to spread her ass cheeks to give you better access and a fantastic view.

And eventually, with a little pop, the plug comes out. It's much smaller than the one you brought, made of silicon, and much more boring.

You stand and hold it in front of Eunha. She instantly sticks her tongue out to lick off the lube.

"It's almost like you've done this before, isn't it?" you ask with a smirk.

"It's almost like you know that personally," she says over her shoulder.

You take the brand new butt plug out of her hand and get back on your knees. Eunha instinctively spreads her ass again. You can still see some of the glistening of the lube that was there for the last plug, so it's probably at least safe to put the new one in without anything extra. Then again, the new butt plug is pretty big...

1. (Picked:) Stick it in rough. This might mess up her performance, getting you a punishment later. 2. Give her a good lube up with your tongue first. You know from experience that she loves this, and you'll be well rewarded later.

~~~~~

You know, you and Eunha have been good friends for quite a while now. How bad would it really be if you messed up her performance just this once... And besides, her cute, tiny little asshole just needs a real good stretch sometimes right?

Right.

Eunha waves her ass from side to side, bent over a bit, mostly for the presentation. "I'm ready for it. What are you waiting for?"

Well, she said it! You line up the top of the plug at her lube-short hole, earning you a sultry giggle from the idol. You give it a slow twist to one side, the other side, brace your elbow, and shove like you've never shoved before.

You're not quite sure whether or not you were successful. It seems like time slowed down... You felt the tension of her ass resisting the plug up to the widest part, followed by it giving way as it tapered back down. But that only took a second or so, and Eunha didn't react. The dressing room is dead silent.

Then, Eunha falls to the floor. To her knees, then onto her hands. You're more than a little worried, so you move to her side to see her face. Her mouth is open like she's screaming, but there's still no sound, until she whispers, "What... the f-f-fuck... is wrong with you?"

Her eyes slowly turn in your direction so you give her your biggest, winning smile. But there's fire in her eyes. You're suddenly feeling like you may have made a bad choice.

There's a knock on the door and a voice comes through, "Eunha? We'll be starting your stage in five minut--"

"I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Eunha screams. You hear the PA muttering as they walk away.

You open your mouth to say something, but you forget what it was when you get smacked in the jaw. Eunha is still holding herself with one hand, but the other is floating menacingly next to your face, nails looking beautiful but also ready to tear you apart.

Clearly trying to compose herself, Eunha lowers her head and whispers again, "Go find Yerin... and wait for the stage... now."

It's probably best not to argue. You get up and and make your way to the door. You turn back to look at her though. She hasn't really moved, and you get a great look at her thicc ass sticking into the air with your plug poking out from between her cheeks.

You know for sure you're going to get punished later, but you think maybe you should say something?

Options: 1. Apologize. You can admit, you fucked up. You'll still get punished, but maybe she'll go easy on you? 2. (Picked:) Never mind, say nothing. You'll obviously just make it worse. 3. Just laugh. Eunha doesn't have connections to any hitmen, does she?

~~~~~

For the sake of your personal safety, you think it's probably best to just go. You slip through the door quickly so nobody can see through the door and make your way to the stage.

Yerin is pretty easy to pick out of the crowd for you, as she's wearing her usual thick sweatshirt, plain jeans, tennis shoes, hat, facemask, and glasses that make it impossible for her to be recognized in public. She's in the back of the crowd, holding a gigantic sign that says "I LOVE YOU EUNHA I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES" as a joke. You remember the first time she said that was when Eunha was fucking her with a strap on. It looks like everyone in the crowd is too busy practicing their fanchant to really notice the overtly sexual (and nonsense) sign.

"Yo slut," you casually say as you walk up next to her.

"About time you got here whore," she says back, clearly grinning mischievously behind the mask. You smirk back.

"So, did she like her gift?"

Your smirk fades, "Uuuh. You know, she will probably have to tell you that herself."

"Mmm, I will. And then I'll take it out of her, put it back in and lick all around it... ugh, I'm so wound up. Hey. If I masturbated while we watch the stage, would you keep an eye out so I don't get caught?"

Options: 1. "Of course! I've always got your back my dude." 2. (Picked:) "You want to do it yourself? But I'm right here." 3. "Woah, Yerin. Don't be so weird. Just enjoy the show like a normal person. Sheesh."

~~~~~

You give Yerin a smirk and move behind her. She points at her eyes and swings her hand in a circle, her nerdy way of telling you to keep watch. You get the feeling she'll enjoy what you have in mind.

After a couple of minutes go by, the fans scream as the stage hands walk off and the lights go dim. You and Yerin join them in the cheer, welcoming your hot little buddy into the spotlight. Yerin holds her sign high and shouts her support.

As the lights come back up, you see Eunha, cool and calm like the professional she is, with her backup dancers. You're a little surprised (and slightly disappointed) at her exceptional composure.

The first note of the song hits and the crowd instantly shuts up, ready to fanchant like hell. That's when you seize the chance to shove your hand down the back of Yerin's jeans and pop the still-lubed butt plug (the one you took out of Eunha earlier and never did get rid of) into Yerin's ass. It slides in like butt...er.

Eunha jumps into her dance and Yerin jumps up and down with the music with no regard for your hand down her pants. You feel like you might get a rash. But either way, you soldier on and reach in further, until you can touch her clit.

There's one move in Eunha's dance that draws a big gasp from the crowd, where she bends over and presents her ass. Her safety shorts hide the butt plug... for anyone who isn't paying close attention. They aren't especially good at hiding how deep the crack of her ass is, and there's just one very slightly bulged out part.

Yerin moans back at you, "Holy shit, she is so fucking hot up there," as she grinds herself down against your hand, drowning your fingers in her juices. "I just want to sit on her face, pull her legs back and pump a dildo into her helpless butt."

You smile at the thought. Maybe Yerin will be on your side if Eunha is still angry when you meet back up, considering that she also wants to destroy Eunha's asshole.

Yerin doesn't quite cum before the song is over. You take your hand out of her pants just in time not to be seen by all of the fans turning around to leave. She groans in frustration.

"Let's run to the dressing room and see if she can finish me off. I was so close!"

Options: 1. "Hey wait. She might be a little mad. I may have done something a little mean..." 2. (Picked:) "Yeah, definitely! Let's go get those shorts off her!"

~~~~~

You confidently walk through the halls next to Yerin. The whole time, Yerin bounces up and down, distracting you with the constant thought of ass. A couple times she even turns her head, sees you staring, winks, and spanks herself. You forget entirely about the confession you considered making.

Once at the dressing room, you see that the door is already open. Weird?

Yerin jumps through the door and shouts "YEAH EUNHA!"

The display of enthusiasm is met with silence. Yerin scratches her head and walks further into the room. "Maybe her mic got stuck in her hair?" she ponders.

You walk in too. You're about to comment, but there's a sudden sharp pain in the back of your neck. You attempt to put your hand up to slap at whatever bug got in here, but your hand just falls limp. So do your legs. And your vision goes dark as you vaguely feel yourself falling to the floor.

* * *

"He's waking up," you hear a garbled voice say. All you can see are blurry shapes as you open your eyes, but they come into focus very slowly.

"Don't stop!" another garbled voice shouts, making you suddenly feel a pounding in your head. Did you go too hard on some vodka?

The voices (or just one voice really) start clearing up. You hear Yerin moaning, turning slowly into a scream. And eventually your eyes confirm it.

About ten feet in front of you, Yerin's face and torso are pressed against a bed, with her butt held up against Eunha's face. Her legs are trembling wildly. Eunha's hands are gripping Yerin's hips tight, her eyes are closed, and her legs are folded underneath her. They're both entirely naked, and you have a side view of it all.

It would be a little more exciting if you weren't chained by the legs and wrists to a wooden chair.

And you look down to see that you're naked too, other than some kind of device locked very uncomfortably around your dick.

There's a thud as Eunha drops Yerin onto the bed. Yerin is apparently exhausted by the orgasm she just had, because she's not moving.

Eunha shakes her head to refluff her hair that was being pressed against her cheeks and looks at you.

"Good morning," she says blandly.

You try to respond but your tongue feels weird and doesn't move properly so you kind of just blubber.

Eunha slides off the bed and takes a few steps to stand right in front of you. A tiny drop of her cum falls from her pussy onto your knee. Damn, they must have been at this for a while.

Her entire body is bare in front of you, practically on top of you, and it's so incredibly sexy. Under normal circumstances, this is when she would sit down and ride you for hours. But she isn't sitting down, and your dick is being painfully stopped from getting hard by the contraption it's in.

"So... do you have anything to say now?"

Options: 1. Yup. Apologize. 2. (Picked:) Yeah, you enjoyed her solo debut! 3. Nope. Nothing to say. 4. Yes.. BeGONE, THOT

~~~~~

You smirk, ever so slightly unsure of yourself, or if what you're saying is a good idea. The corner of your mouth trembles as you say, "Yeah, I really liked your solo debut. You did great up there."

Eunha leans over, putting her hands on the back of the chair you're tied to. It would be a great chance to stare at her perky little titties up close if her threatening gaze wasn't holding your eyes. Her face comes in closer. You can feel her fuming hot nose breaths on your forehead. Your own breath is caught in your throat, and your lungs start to burn with how long she stares you down.

"Be glad I'm a professional. And thanks," she says, very flatly.

As she stands back up and turns away from you, and you release a huge sigh of relief.

"Yerin, over here please. I'm going to need your tongue in my ass."

With a groan, Yerin rolls off the bed and crawls to Eunha, kneeling between her and you. Eunha leans forward, putting her hands on the bed for support. If there was any question about what your punishment was before now, it was pretty clear now.

Eunha spreads her ass, her perfectly painted black nails creating a frame for the asshole you love so much. It's only a few feet away from you. You can feel your dick trying to harden but the cage just makes it... well it doesn't hurt, but it's extremely uncomfortable.

And then Yerin's head appears between you and that beautiful butt. Her hands grip onto the backs of Eunha's thighs, squeezing the flawless flesh as if she were trying to hold herself up on the edge of a cliff. You know the exact moment when Yerin's tongue meets Eunha's ass. The shorty has a very characteristic half-squeal-half-moan that comes out of her every time something wet touches it. You might have thought you could look away to stop the discomfort in your cock, but that sound brings back too many memories of your entire face being buried in those cheeks.

"Oh... Oh yes. Good girl."

You watch as Eunha slowly pushes back against Yerin's face, over and over. It lasts for hours? Days? You could never tell. Her squeals and encouragement get louder, more urgent. You can't help but let out a quiet groan of your own.

But like the rabbit she is, Eunha heard. She twists her upper body to look at you without disturbing Yerin. "What was that? Do you want to fuck this ass? Do you-- fuck..."

Her eyes screw shut as a brief shiver of pleasure runs through her body. You can see her legs quaking for a moment. She's close.

"Do you want Yerin's pretty little mouth to dip up and down on your cock to lube you up for-- fffuck!"

Again, a shiver. It's longer this time, and Eunha almost falls, her feet sliding a few inches farther apart before she catches herself. There's a loud slurping noise as Yerin moves to accomodate the change and gets a much needed breath of air.

One of Eunha's hands shoots to her inner thigh and you can barely see past Yerin's shoulder that she's squeezing herself tight. She would often remind you about how she would do that to make her orgasms more intense, so now you know exactly what (or rather, who) is coming.

Even so, she manages to gasp out nearly a full sentence, "You want my ass clenching around your cock when--" The last word melts into one long squeal and trails off from there into a silent scream. Her whole body shakes violently except where Yerin is holding her down tight.

You could swear it lasts for a whole minute. Agonizing for you and Eunha in different ways. But when she collapses face first onto the bed, her knees hitting the floor softly as Yerin guides her down, it's over. Except for the few extra twitches when Yerin gives her ass a couple of licks. You release a long breath that you didn't even realize you were holding.

Yerin climbs up to cuddle Eunha from behind, kissing her neck, shoulders, and back. The two of them giggle lightly at the gentle touches, making no move to point their beautiful, still-wet asses away from you.

"Time for your fanmeet?" Yerin asks softly after a minute or two.

Eunha sighs and pulls herself away from Yerin. "Yes, I guess we should get going."

As you expected, you're not getting any. At least not soon. You casually watch the members making their way around the room, collecting their clothes and getting dressed back up.

And notably, not untying you.

"That sure was amazing," you say, suddenly nervous, "Maybe I should help set up the chairs for the fanmeet?"

Yerin chuckles, "They're already set up, man."

"But... the audio right? You know? Do some mic checks?"

Eunha stands in front of a mirror, brushing her hair to get it back to looking presentable. "Oh that's fine. Manager's taken care of it."

You struggle to think of something else to say, or to think of what's about to happen.

"But don't worry," Eunha struts over to you and pats your knee, "SinB will be coming in after the fanmeet to let you go."

You groan. SinB rejects you any time she thinks it would be funny, which is literally every time. She probably won't even unlock the cage on your dick.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Eunha smooches your forehead like you're a pet she's leaving home for the day, and then drops a key down her shirt and into her bra. It's not hard to guess what the key is for. "And when I do, I'll have cheered up, and I'll bounce on your cock harder than you can imagine."

Yerin draws in a sharp breath somewhere behind you. She's probably planning on being around whenever that happens. You can't help but look forward to it, though it sounds like twenty-four hours of torture for you until then.

The lovely ladies zip out of the room before you can get in another word, leaving you to the inevitable humiliation SinB will have for you... in an hour or two.

THE END

#gfriend smut #kpop smut #eunha #yerin #male reader insert

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whenimaunicorn · 4 years ago

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Playing House - Part 13.1

Summary: Ivar clarifies your role, and Hvitserk reaps all the benefits. Words: 2588 Notes: Content Warnings for bondage (possibly uncomfortable), BDSM humiliation and dirty talk, orgasm control, roleplayed dub/noncon (now that the relationships are established I’m going to remind you less often that they’ve already negotiated consent and safety measures).

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(Fic begins below the cut because it starts off with a bang, baby)

In your current predicament, the world has narrowed down to two things. The vulnerability of your body, and the total neediness of your cunt.

The two are most certainly related. Ivar is not one to make idle threats. When he told you over the phone that he believed you deserved punishment . . . it seems that he had immediately started making plans.

You’re alone, now, helpless on your own bed. Of course, it’s Hvitserk’s bed, this week. Ivar has bound your wrists to your ankles, and pointed you with your spread legs aimed right at the door. The open door.

What a sight Hvitserk is going to see when he walks in.

“You know you deserve this,” Ivar had said, trussing you up with methodical fingers. The way that he took your clothes from you, you’re not sure you’re going to get them back until Hvitserk’s no longer in town. “You had freedom, and you wasted it. Now you have to understand that you are here for our pleasure. Not the other way around. This pussy,” he said, giving it a sudden rub followed by a quick slap, “is here for our use. So . . . I’m not letting you use anything else for a little while.”

Your hands are tied to the insides of your ankles. You can try closing your legs, but your thighs won’t come quite back together with your arms bound right there in the way. Lying on your back as you are, the slit of your swollen pussy lips would still be visible between your raised legs to anyone standing in the doorway anyway. So why bother.

He had assured you that he would make sure Hvitserk “stumbled in” fairly soon, before you got too stiff in this humiliating pose. But you’re sure he’s going to stretch out the suspense as long as he thinks you can handle it.

You rock your body anyway, fruitlessly seeking just a little relief. After opening you up, Ivar had carefully applied a liberal helping of lube all over your pussy, inside and out. “I want you wet and ready for him.” A bullet vibrator came next, positioned carefully on top of your clit by a small shibari harness wrapped around your upper thighs and waist. “I am not turning this up high enough to make you come,” he said, matter-of-factly. “You are not to come until your punishment is over. This is here merely to keep you focused.”

And fuck, are you focused. You’re cursing yourself for allowing Ivar to learn your body so well, to know just exactly how high he can turn up the vibration without pushing you over the edge. And the pattern, fuck, that pulsing, wavelike rrrm, Rrrm, RRRM is damned hypnotic. You can’t possibly ignore it. And yet you want to sob every time the wave crests too soon, the intensity dropping well before the tension building between your thighs has anywhere to go.

An even more powerful thrill rushes through your body as you hear movement at the door. Lifting your head from the mattress, you see Hvitserk’s eyes widen, his steps arrested on his way into the room. He does a doubletake before his brain can fully process the obscenity he’s truly seeing in front of him. He glances back down the hallway, then slides inside and shuts the door with a shark’s smile spreading across his face.

“You seem to be kind of stuck, Y/N.” His eyes roam over the backs of your thighs, and what’s on display in between. There’s no way not to feel completely, horribly exposed to him. It’s so hot you’re probably about to start dripping all over the sheets. “Can I help you?”

You look him right in the eyes. “I need to be fucked.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, settling down on his knees beside the bed, definitely not lining up to drive himself into you like you so desperately need.

“Yeah.” You nod, quickly. “I need it bad.”

You arc and whine when Hviterk’s fingers slide around your opening, gliding between your outer and inner lips. “You’re wet enough for me to believe you.” The pads of his fingers dip inside, but only shallowly, stretching the rim of your opening in a wide swirl.

“Fuck,” you sob. That’s a lot of entirely unsatisfying stimulation right there. You need to feel filled up, not stretched out. “Please, Hvitserk. I’m here for your use, so use me, fuck me, put me out of my misery.” You have crane your neck to make eye contact with him, looking down the line of your body and between your own legs.

His eyes are dark as he stares at your naked and readied body, which shudders with the strength of your need. His eyes flit up to the ropes that bind each ankle to a wrist. “Ivar did this?”

“Yes.”

His fingers slide along the thinner cord tying the vibrator down onto your clit.

“He said it’s my lesson. I need you to fuck me until I learn.” Having to explain this to Hvitserk somehow makes your predicament all the hotter.

Hvitserk moves in closer, until you can see his face between your ankles and don’t have to contort your neck so badly anymore. “That’s what Ivar wants.” His softly scratchy voice adds weight and intimacy to his words. “But what do you want?”

His fingers are still just teasing, up and down and around your entrance. He hasn’t even taken his dick out. “Fuck! Did he send you in here to test me or something?” You’re starting to feel desperate. “This isn’t about obedience, Hvitserk. I need to be used. I want it this way. I-I just want you to fuck me like a toy.”

“That’s it?” he asks, a wicked gleam flashing through his deep-set eyes. “All this” he gestures at your body “is just here for me to play with?”

“Uh huh.”

He grins and nips at your inner thighs, and finally presses two of those long fingers into your pussy.

You throw your head back and keen your pleasure.

He toys with you, for a while. The relief of friction, of satisfying depth and pressure, starts to give way to fear that he might accidentally push you into orgasm before Ivar had permitted it. That hadn’t sounded like it would be such a hard rule to follow, when you thought that Hvitserk was going to come in here like the horny bro he’d been acting like before, and just sink his eager cock straight into you.

But even when there’s no contest to be won, Hvitserk evidently loves getting up close and personal with the pussy. He pulls his fingers out just to bring them to his lips, plunging them into his own mouth to taste you with a little savoring sound as he locks a promising look onto your eyes.

He’s not done. Hvitserk’s fingers slide under the ropes that bind the vibrator against your clit, then he’s pushing them out of his way and removing it.

You sigh, relieved to be free of the temptation and missing it immediately at the same time.

But then Hvitserk’s mouth replaces the device. And this is not just a taste. This is business, the same masterful pace and pressure that won him the contest earlier.

“No . . .” you wail at him, drowning under your own conflicting needs. “No, Hvitserk, Ivar said not to.”

He lifts his head just barely far enough to answer you, so that you can feel his breath against your slick and sensitive parts with every word. “I’m supposed to use you how I want, right? And what I want to do is eat this pussy like a birthday cake.”

“You can’t,” you insist. “I’m not allowed to come!”

He barely hesitates. “But I want you to,” he says, voice breathy and urgent. And he begins another round of his very best work.

There’s not really any other type of ordeal quite like this one. Pleasure blooms, white-hot and urgent, beneath Hvitserk’s tongue, and you can do nothing but grit your teeth and try to push it back. You could use your safeword if this was truly bothering you, Ivar had told you that Hvitserk was informed how that works. But this is a challenge you prefer to ride out, come what may.

You know Ivar well enough to be sure that he’s monitoring this, although you don’t see him darkening the doorway this time when you strain your neck to look. Perhaps he’s waiting just outside the door. Or hell, maybe the walls just are as thin as the boys keep saying. Either way, it makes you want to do him proud. Show him you can endure even this absolutely torturous pleasure, and follow his command despite it.

You manage to hold out, though internally you’re screaming. Your body is clenched in a line of sheer, stubborn tenacity against that insistent rapture when Hvitserk finally gives up, swiping his face with the back of his arm as he stands up. “Fine. Is this what you want?” He pulls out his dick, proud and rock-solid with a bit of a graceful curve toward the tip. He gives himself a crude stroke. “On to the main course, then.”

You sob your victorious agreement.

He grabs a rubber. Ivar had literally left a bowl of condoms right next to you, on top of a guest towel. It doesn’t get much more demeaning than that.

Hvitserk whips his shirt off and then leans over you, ready cock bobbing, and grasps one of your swaying feet in each hand. “This is so fuckin’ hot,” he intones, staring at the ropes. “Can you handle it if I leave you like this while we fuck?”

You let out a shaky breath and agree. You’ll stretch out later. This is, just as Hvitserk said, too fuckin’ hot.

The angle has your hips turned up rather sharply. He misses on his first attempt to enter you, cock slipping off your lubricated lips. He mutters an obscenity and then laughs it off, reaching down to line himself up better with an endearingly self-deprecating smirk.

It’s fun to watch him handle himself. You can’t do much to help the process, your body positioned precisely how Ivar wanted you left, with very little wiggle room. A lock of dirty blonde hair falls into his face as he peers down and lifts up onto his tiptoes to drive himself downward into your body.

It just got real, now. There’s nothing more grounding than an urgent cock pressing deep, deep inside.

Hvitserk leans over you, eyes going wide and tight around the edges as he sinks all the way into your aching pussy. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight like this.”

Your eyes bulge a little as you agree. This angle makes you feel full as hell.

Hvitserk stares down into your face as he starts moving his hips. That eye contact of his, fuck. You’re not sure how to handle it. Somehow it feels more intimate than the rubbing of your naughty bits together. He fucks down into you with an increasing pace, his lips curling up in a cheeky smile. “This is it, huh?” he glances down, looking at the way your tits bounce between your imprisoned arms, at your upturned cunt swallowing his cock down. “What you were begging for.” He interrupts himself with a sigh and a smile, bites his lip as he repeats an angle that must be particularly good for him.

“Fuck, yes,” you say, relishing the relentless depth of every one of his increasingly-wild strokes. “Use me.”

He puts one knee up on the bed, balancing the movement by wrapping an arm around your raised leg, and deepens the already-maddening intensity of the position. He groans with abandon above you, guttural sounds as he does exactly what you’ve encouraged him to do. You let him rut into you with no concern for anything else at all, neither your comfort or your pleasure. It’s worth it; the rush of this feels better than any soft, candlelit evening you could get out of a partner that was focused only on making you feel good. This is so much more complex; it scratches a deep itch you couldn’t even begin to explain, to let every boy in this apartment use your body according to their own wild and selfish desires.

Hvitserk is going to come soon. You can tell by the way his face is twisting to one side, almost wincing, the pleasure apparent in the wild sparkling of his eyes as he continues to attempt to hold onto your gaze even through all of this. You can hear it in the way his grunting breaths are matching the rhythm of his strokes, and the way his thrusts have gone from fluid to insistent, driving at a tight, brutal angle so deep that you swear he’s going to hit your backbone.

He invokes your name like a curse when he finally blows, drawing it out into a long and ragged sound. He can’t keep his eyes open for that moment, making you feel like you can finally catch your breath just as he’s losing his.

He shudders inside you, sealing himself in deep as he comes down from it. He’s propped his weight onto one hand that presses into the mattress just beside your head, so you don’t have much of anywhere to look aside from his heavy brow as he sags in the air right above you.

This time Ubbe’s not ready and waiting. You can’t see the doorway, but if Ivar’s there he has yet to announce himself. This time Hvitserk gets to stay nestled inside you as long as he wants, and you catch your breaths together.

When he lifts his head, his eyes are glittering with easy mirth and hints of something deeper. You smile back, squeezing your inner arms into contact with his body. It’s the closest to a hug you can do in these restraints.

Hvitserk turns his head, following the line of your arm up to ropes that connect it to your ankle. “Let’s get you out of those,” he says gently. He withdraws his cock with a shaky breath and eases himself back up to standing. “I can’t believe you—” his mouth is set at a wry angle and he shows his awe in a little shake of his head. “I’m sorry I—”

He’s cut off by Ivar’s return, his voice a sharp, loud contrast that instantly shifts the mood. “Leave those, Hvitserk. I will handle that.”

Hvitserk had just been reaching for your ankle. He drops his arm and melts back a bit.

“Did you enjoy my gift?” Ivar asks, stepping in between the two of you. He sets his crutch so he can stand more solidly beside the bed, and looks you over. His eyes crackle with a deep blue fire at whatever mess he sees in your face, and the expanse of your naked skin. When Hvitserk doesn’t give much of a response, Ivar moves to loosen the rope at your closest ankle. “Would you like to help me give her the rest of her punishment now?” He spares one pointed glance for his brother. “You are the wronged party, after all.”

“That wasn’t the punishment.” He looks at Ivar with a raised brow.

“Of course not. She loved that.” Ivar says, matter-of-factly, and then his whole face breaks out in his evilest grin.

Next Chapter

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official-weasley · 3 years ago

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Godparents - (The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley AU)

Warnings: absolutely nothing

Word count: 3,076

Characters: Charlie Weasley and my OC Nova from TICW which you can find here

Charlie

“Okay, Dee-Dee, remember, we have to triple the ingredients today because a lot of people are coming.” My brother warned my firstborn.

“I know, uncle Georgie.” Aoede glared at him.

“Okay, can I trust you with the measurements while I talk to your dad?”

“Of course. I know how to make cookies.” Aoede turned to look for the flour the second George walked to me.

“Do you remember when I was uncle Geogie?” George sighs. “She is growing up so fast!”

“And so is her attitude.” I chuckled. “What, that?” George shrugged his shoulders, looking at his niece. “She just takes making cookies very seriously.”

“I know and I know you miss her calling you Geogie, but she is five and a half now and a lot of names suddenly changed when she learned how to say R.” I laughed, reminiscing when Tiger's name went from Tigel to Tigerrrr.

“Yeah, I mean Luna Dora said her first word a few days ago so perhaps I have a chance to be Geogie again.” George's eyes shone.

“Don't remind me.” I groaned. “And since she is giving everyone nicknames already you will probably get one soon enough.”

“Are you still grumpy about her first words?” George laughed out loud.

“No!”

“Yes, you are, Charlie! I can't believe it.” George couldn't stop laughing.

Luna Dora said her first word last week and as much as I was proud of it that much I couldn't help that her first word would be something else.

I was luckier with her than with Aoede and I didn't miss any firsts with her. I was changing her diaper when she smiled for the first time and I was there when Nova put her down on the sofa and she sat by herself. Nova was the one who missed the first crawl this time and we both got to see Luna Dora rollover. She is already walking if someone is holding both of her hands and I am planning to be there for the moment of her walking for the first time too. That was the only first I got to experience with Aoede and I promised myself that I am not missing anything else.

I still remember when Aoede said her first word. We were having breakfast and Nova was feeding her some apple sauce and for some reason every time we started talking, Aoede started to laugh and we couldn't help but join her and because Nova forgot for a split second to feed her, Aoede kindly reminded her that she is still hungry and said ma-ma.

As much as I was overwhelmed by her saying her first word, I was a bit down that she didn't call me first. Of course, I was expecting it – Nova being at home with her while I was working – it was only reasonable and the first word usually ends up being mama so I didn't stay down for long.

Nova said that since we are planning to have 2 more kids I have 2 more chances to be called first so that cheered me up a bit.

Aoede was about a year and 3 months old when she started saying her first words so it came as a surprise to the both of us when Luna Dora started showing signs of speaking with mumbling a few weeks ago – meaning before her first birthday which is today – so since I was around more I got my hopes up.

I had to fight the urge to tell Luna Dora to say the word dad or dada since Nova and I said even before we had Aoede that we will never press or push them to do anything, so we waited patiently for what she will say to us.

Luna Dora first surprised us when she was born and she came out with blue hair. The next thing was how fast her magic started to show by the baby powder and Aoede's toys flying around when we were changing her. Somehow, though, we haven't learned that she is full of surprises so when we were watching the telly and she started to make bubbles nobody expected her to say her first word let alone for it to be her sister's name.

First, she mumbled something, so we turned the volume down to encourage her to speak by talking to her. Nova was bouncing her on her legs, making Luna Dora laugh while she was watching her sister play with glitter and her unicorn plushie. I invited Aoede to join our little laughing party and as I called her name, Luna Dora started laughing uncontrollably and because Nova found it funny, she kept repeating the name of our firstborn.

Aoede was almost as confused as I was about what was going on but since Luna Dora's giggles filled the whole lower floor of the house, we started laughing as well. Aoede started repeating her name and in the midst of us having the best time as a family, Luna Dora spoke for the first time, calling her sister Dee-Dee.

The second the name came out of her mouth we all stopped and looked at the blue-haired girl who kept repeating the name and extended her arms to Aoede to hold her.

The second Nova noticed she had her mouth open and closed it, she glanced at me to see my reaction. I was as shocked as much as she was since we didn't think Luna Dora would actually say anything.

Without asking me how I feel about her first words, Nova said that perhaps she meant to say dada or that that is her version of it but Aoede was quick to point out that Luna Dora was saying the word while trying to get Aoede to hold her.

Aoede needed a minute to compose herself and realize what just happened, before clearing her throat and picking her little sister up, and taking her to her toys. The more Aoede talked to her, the more Luna Dora started to repeat her name and the whole situation was so cute that I completely forgot about my wish to be Luna Dora's first word.

That night, when the giggles stopped and we put our daughters to sleep, we knew that Aoede officially got herself a nickname. Nova was so excited about it that she sent letters to the entire family the next morning, and now, even though not even a week later, nobody is using Aoede's full name and she is doing nothing but being very proud about it.

“I am not grumpy about it.” I scoffed.

“Whatever, it's sweet that Luna Dora said Aoede's name first, admit it,” George said with a smug face.

“It's adorable but the wish is still there. You'll see when you'll be a dad.” I tried defending myself.

“I don't know if that is happening for me, Charlie.” George sighed.

“Oh, don't be so pessimistic. You still have time.” I tapped his back. “What happened between you and Angelina, didn't you say that your date went well?”

“It did. But she went to the Yule Ball with Fred and they went on a few dates so it's a bit weird that I'm dating her now.” George avoided looking me in the eyes.

“Yeah, but they weren't that serious, were they?”

“Not really but it's still strange.” George looked at me with pleading eyes as if waiting for my advice.

“Listen, you came to the wrong older brother for relationship advice.” I felt the heat on my cheeks.

“But you're married and have 2 kids. That's pretty successful if you ask me.” George wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yeah, well, I married my best friend. I was lucky. Besides the drama with McNully, I don't even know what heartbreak feels like.”

“You're right. You are kind of useless in that department.” George chuckled.

“In what department?” We both turned around when we heard Bill behind us.

“Uncle George!” Aoede called from the kitchen.

“Well, duty calls. Hi, Bill.” George waved at his eldest brother and walked to the kitchen.

“What department?” Bill asked again as he sat down next to me at the kitchen table.

“I think you need to talk to George about girls.” I sniggered.

“At this age?” Bill raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

“He thinks he shouldn't date Angelina because of Fred.”

“Oh, that. What do you think about it?” Bill was curious.

“He clearly likes her a lot so why not. Fred and Angie weren't that serious anyway.” I shrugged.

“True.” Bill narrowed his eyes thinking. “I'll talk to him later.”

“Thanks and welcome to the birthday party by the way.” I chuckled, pointing to the living room where Nova was sitting on the floor with Luna Dora in her lap, conversing with Fleur who was holding Victoire.

“Thank you! Nova said to put Luna Dora's gift into the guest room.” Bill grinned.

“You didn't have to get her anything. She's one.”

“Hey, we bring toys to Aoede all the time, we are not planning to only pamper her.” Bill winked.

“You didn't buy her glitter did you?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “The bottle you got Aoede for her 5th birthday is still sprinkled everywhere around the house.”

“Are you expecting me to apologize? “ Bill tried hard not to laugh.

“I woke up the other day with Nova laughing at my face and she didn't want to tell me what was going on so it wasn't until I looked at myself in the mirror when I was washing my teeth that I saw that I had a few glitter pieces in the middle of my forehead. I have no idea how it got there – it's just everywhere!” I slammed my hand against my forehead.

“Yeah, glitter does do that.” Bill let out a silent laugh knowing full well I would glare at him if he dared to laugh more.

“Just wait until Victoire turns 5 and I'll get my revenge!”

“Don't you even dare!”

“Oh, you'll see,” I smirked. “And if you didn't get Luna Dora glitter I thank you for whatever you got for her.” I put my arm around his shoulder.

“You're welcome.” Bill smiled and turned to where George and Aoede were making cookies.

“Are they making a cookie cake?” Bill giggled.

“Nah, Olivia made the cake, and mum brought all sorts of things so they are just sticking to good old cookies.”

“Are any of the lot coming?” Bill asked.

“Penny and Tulip?”

“Yeah?”

“We thought about inviting them at first, but it's Luna's first birthday and she won't even remember it and they were here for Aoede's birthday party.”

“Yeah, true.” Bill scratched his nose. “Listen, speaking of kids. Fleur and I want to talk to you and Nova about something.”

“Did you grow tired of Victoire already and want to give her to us?” I joked.

“No! She is the best thing that ever happened to us,” Bill said with scarlet cheeks.

“I was teasing you, Bill. I know you are just as manly about being a dad as I was when Aoede was born.”

“Right.” He chuckled nervously.

“So you were saying?” I encouraged him to speak further.

“We want to talk...”

“Daddy! Come and look at my cookies!” Aoede shouted from the kitchen, interrupting Bill.

“Char, could you get Luna Dora ready for her birthday party and I'll go with Aoede to change her clothes?” Nova asked from the living room.

“Dad duty calls.” I grinned at my brother. “Can we talk about this after the party?”

“Sure. Yeah, even better.” Bill nodded and we both got up.

I hurried to the kitchen for Aoede to show me her cookies before George put them in the oven and then brought her to Nova who gave me Luna Dora so we could get our girls ready for the celebration.

—

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Luna, happy birthday to you.”

Mum, dad, Olivia, and George were sitting on the sofa, Bill and Fleur were on the floor with Victoire, I was holding Aoede who was eating a cookie and Nova held Luna Dora while we were singing to her.

We all knew that she had no idea what was going on but she was giggling constantly and that makes the birthday party good enough of a success for us.

Aoede and I helped blew the candles and Nova helped her mum cut the cake. Despite being very excited to blow the candles for the second time this year, Aoede declined the cake and asked George to accompany her to the kitchen to get a cookie.

Both Luna Dora and Victoire fell asleep soon after. Aoede wanted to show George her glitter collection because for some reason he was the only one of her uncles who didn't see it yet and my mum and dad decided to take a walk.

“Now that we're alone, do you think we could have that talk?” Bill whispered to me, as we were both observing Aoede making glitter fly everywhere. “Sure.” I nodded and turned to him and Fleur.

Nova sat down next to me just in time to join the conversation and Bill cleared his throat as I wrapped my arms around my wife.

“Why are you zo nervous, William?” Fleur chuckled when Bill scratched his nose for the third time.

“I am not!” Bill lifted his chin in defense.

“Should I ask zem?” Fleur raised her eyebrows.

“What is this about?” Nova whispered to me.

“I have no idea. I just know they want to ask us something.”

“Nova, Charlie, we want you to be Victoire's godparents,” Fleur said casually.

“That's what you were nervous for?” I raised my eyebrows at Bill.

“Well, I didn't know how you'd react given that you asked us first and we're Aoede godparents,” Bill mumbled.

“What do you mean how we would react? We would love to!” Nova exclaimed.

“So you don't mind zat we are godparents to each other's children? I mean, you're godparents to Teddy, and Penny and Andre's son Max. We don't want to ask too much of you.” Fleur pressed her lips together.

“I don't mind at all. Soon, I'll have my own little army.” Nova giggled.

“At this point, it does seem as if we're trying to have our own little kindergarten.” I joked.

“Army, Char. Army. We strike at dawn.” Nova laughed mischievously.

“So, is that a yes?”Bill asked as he stopped laughing at how silly Nova was. “Of course, it is!” Nova and I said together.

“We would be honored and truth be told, we kind of expected it.” I sniggered. “You did?” Fleur asked.

“Yeah, we see each other often and Victoire adores us,” I explained.

“We knew it was going to be you before she was even born,” Bill admitted.

“As I said. We will take the role gladly.” I smiled at both of them and pulled them both into a hug.

“That reminds me. Did you pick Luna Dora's godparents?” Bill asked. “We did, we just didn't ask yet,” Nova answered.

“Right. We forgot about that!” I gasped.

“Hey, George!” I called his name.

“Busy right now, Charlie.” George who was sitting as still as possible because Aoede was drawing on his arm slightly turned his head to us.

“It's okay. No need to move. We were just wondering if you'd be Luna Dora's godfather?” Nova asked gently.

“What?” I had to hand it to George for not moving even the slightest at the question.

We have been debating who to choose for Luna's guardians for months. We ended up deciding between Ron and George because it seemed that Luna Dora liked them the most when we went to visit or when they were here.

In the end, Nova came to the final decision saying that George adores Aoede so much and she loves spending time with him and there is no doubt in her mind that Luna wouldn't feel the same way and I had to agree with her that even though Ron would have loved the title, with everything that George went through and how much he loves to come and visit us, it would mean more to him.

See him shake from excitement but not move at the same time not to disturb our firstborn at her work, only proved to us more that we made the right decision and we're planning to have another child anyway, perhaps Ron will get his turn.

“I-I don't know what to say.” George tried looking at us despite facing in the other direction.

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” Nova said gently.

“Oh, no! I would love to. In my head, I am already calling myself godfather.” George sniggered. “It's just...I didn't expect this at all. Why choose me?”

“I thought that was obvious. The girls love you and you love spending time with them both.” I explained our decision.

“I do. They are the best!” He moved slightly as he tried to smile at us, receiving a glare from Aoede.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Did I ruin anything?” George apologized.

“No, I know how to fix it. Dad moves all the time.” Aoede sighed and frowned in concentration as she got back to work.

—

“Thank you for this.” George pulled me in the tightest embrace I have ever gotten from him as he was saying goodbye the next day.

“George, we told you that you're a perfect fit. You're great with kids.” I hugged him back.

“No, Charlie, I am serious. You have no idea how much this means to me.” He swallowed thickly as he finished speaking and as I pulled away I saw his eyes were filled with tears.

“I know, George. That's one of the reasons we chose you.” I whispered to him and pulled him in for another hug and smiled.

After a year and a half after the battle, George was doing much better and I knew he was going to be excited about being a godparent but seeing it mean so much to him simply warmed my heart, and any time that I could make one of my brothers excited and smile as George did right now, I felt as if I accomplished something great and there was nothing better besides having my own family than to make the ones back at home happy too.

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