#i just really like the pet name doll okay? sue me

[kubosai-central]

Kuboyasu calling Saiki “Doll” or “Darling” in fanfiction does something to me that I can’t explain (It makes me kick my feet and giggle and scream)

[starryeyedmunson]

piercing - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie at the tattoo parlor for your first piercing

warnings: needles, mentions of drinking/being drunk, mention of drugs, swearing, pet names: doll, sweetheart, princess; fluff sort of not really kind of just funny

author’s note: got this anon request and fell in love, enjoy enjoy enjoy!!

word count: 1.7k

There you were. Standing in front of a tattoo parlor.

With Eddie Munson.

How you got yourself into this situation you had no idea. Well, that’s a lie. The night before was fuzzy, but you knew you had drunkenly agreed that you would let Eddie take you to get a piercing.

“How did you even get invited to this thing?” you slurred out.

“Even the most outwardly perfect people like to do some crazy shit,” he shrugged. You remembered your friends talking about wanting to try cocaine, and everyone knew that Eddie Munson had the best shit in town. “I’m assuming you partake in such activities?”

“I’m not perfect, but I definitely don’t *hiccup* do that,” you said. He smiled at you from across the bathroom floor where you two were currently sitting. You had the spins, and there were three Eddies talking to you at this point.

“Do you want some water, doll?” he asked, and you involuntarily smiled at the pet name.

“I’m *hiccup* okay,” you said, but Eddie laughed and got up to fill up the red solo cup next to you with some tap water. He handed it down to you, and you caved and took it. You downed the entire thing, which was a bad idea because it made you even more nauseous. You dropped your head to fit between your knees, and you heard Eddie sit down on the floor opposite you again.

“Even if you don’t do drugs, there must be something you’ve always wanted to do that your friends haven’t,” he pressed. You pondered for a minute, then lifted your head back up with a lazy smile.

“I want to get my nipples pierced,” you said confidently. His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows. “What, it’s hot! Sue me.”

He put his hands up in self defense. “Hey, I’m not one to judge. Why haven’t you done it?”

“My dad would emancipate me, then after that my mom would *hiccup* kill me,” you said. He laughed at your exaggeration, and it caused you to smile back at him. “Plus it’ll probably get me kicked off the cheerleading squad if I roll up with two pieces of metal pressing through my uniform.”

“You could hide it, you know. Just don’t wear tight shirts around your parents and wear a bra to cheerleading or something,” he said. You sat there in thought, and your drunkenness took over.

“You know what? Fuck it, I’m going tomorrow,” you said. Eddie clasped his hands together in approval.

“Atta girl, I didn’t take you for the rebellious type but color me convinced,” he said. Your smile grew wider to match his, and you were feeling more confident with his praise.

“I’ve been known to exceed expectations,” you said, and he rolled his eyes.

“We’ll see about that, sweetheart. I’m going to need some proof,” he said.

“There’s no way I’m showing you my *hiccup* pierced bare nipples, Munson,” you retorted, but Eddie just laughed again.

“I never said that, all I’m saying is that I’ll take you to the tattoo parlor tomorrow and watch you walk in and out. Easy peasy,” he said.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

So there you stood, frozen outside of the parlor doors.

“Having second thoughts?” Eddie said from beside you. You gulped, and he chuckled to himself. Hearing his laugh made you irritated, and you suddenly started walking forward. “I’ll be out here waiting!” he called after you. You refused to turn around as you opened the doors, stomping your way up to the desk.

You stuttered as you asked for the piercing, your hand shaking as you signed the paperwork. The piercer led you to the back of the shop and laid you back on the cushioned table. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You wanted to shut Eddie the hell up, but as soon as you saw that giant needle you immediately sat up.

“Nope. No no no,” you said. You practically ran out of the shop to meet Eddie, who was leaning against a light pole.

“That quick?” he asked, surprised. You huffed as he realized you had gone back on your decision, a smirk appearing on his face. “What was that about meeting expectations? I knew you didn’t have it in you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Munson,” you snapped. “That needle is gigantic.” He walked over to you before putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t be scared, it’ll be over in a second,” he reassured you. You didn’t make eye contact with him because you knew there was no way in fresh hell that you were walking back into that tattoo parlor alone.

“Can you come back in with me?” you asked, your voice small. He raised his eyebrows, then his expression softened again.

“Sure thing, sweetheart. I’m only teasing about the expectations stuff, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said sweetly.

“No,” you said, your voice firm. “I’m doing this and you’re going to hold my hand the entire time. But if I break it from squeezing too hard I’m not paying your medical bills because this whole thing was your idea.” He laughed and looked back down at you.

“Deal.”

You trudged back into the parlor with Eddie behind you, blowing past the front desk and back towards the table you were just laying on. The piercer was still sitting there, playing with the needle before he looked up at the two of you.

“Eddie! Hey man, how’ve you been?” he asked, and Eddie nodded his head upwards as to greet him.

“You know him?” you asked. Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled down the neckline of his shirt.

“How do you think I got these sweet ol’ tatties, doll?” he asked as if it was obvious. You rolled your eyes and laid back down, your eyes glued to the ceiling. Eddie sat next to the table and took your hand in his, and you felt relieved that he was there with you.

“It’s gonna be just fine, just a little pinch and it’s over,” he whispered to you as the piercer sanitized the needle and prepared the little metal bar. You looked over at him and gave a small smile, and he rubbed little circles on your hand with his thumb.

“You ready?” the piercer asked, and you took a deep breath. You nodded, but as the piercer started to lift your shirt your head snapped back to Eddie.

“Hello? Look somewhere else!” you said. His head turned to face the opposite direction, and you looked back up at the ceiling. “Alright, get it over with.” Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the pinch Eddie had mentioned, and before you knew it the bar was through your nipple.

“Hey, that wasn’t so bad. You didn’t even make a sound,” Eddie said, still facing the other way. You laughed to yourself.

“What was I even worried about?” you said, gaining some confidence.

“Alright, round two,” the piercer said. You gave him a nod and he readied his needle.

The first pierce was a walk in the park, but the second could have been classified as mideval torture.

“Jesus, FUCK!” you screamed, your hand wringing Eddie’s like a wet towel. His head snapped around to see you. His eyes met your bare chest, and he stared for a little too long before you caught him.

“Eddie!” you yelled again. He shook his head and looked at your face.

“Sorry I- you just blew out my eardrum! Plus you crushed every single bone in my hand!” he defended himself by saying. You were breathing hard, the searing pain of the piercing ripping through your body.

“Look away, damnit!” you shouted, and his head whipped back around to look at the wall. The piercer laughed at the both of you.

“Congratulations, it’s over,” he said in between laughs. You slowly got up from the table, trying not to focus too much on the fact that you practically got shot in the tit. Your hand was still gripping Eddie’s tightly, and as soon as you noticed you let go quickly.

“Can I look now?” he asked.

“Yes, moron,” you said, and he slowly turned around. The piercings could be seen through your shirt, and Eddie looked down at the sight.

“Damn, Y/N,” he breathed. “I really didn’t think you had it in you.”

“You happy? I did it. Now you can’t say I’m not rebellious,” you said, crossing your arms. As soon as they hit your chest another jolt of pain was sent through you, and you hissed as you quickly pulled your arms back down.

“Definitely not,” Eddie laughed. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile appearing on your face. He helped you off of the table and led you to the front. He stopped at the desk as you went to pay for the piercing, but your hand was pushed away by his. He was already handing the money to the cashier.

“What the hell?” you said, looking over at him.

“Consider it a reward for your valiance,” he said, smirking down at you. You blushed as you looked down, and once he was done paying he took you out of the shop.

“Alright, princess, you won,” he said. You gave him a sassy look to which he laughed.

“Thank you very much,” you said, bowing towards him. “Thank you for talking me into it, too.”

“Anything for a friend, plus you look metal with them,” he said. Your face grew red.

“We’re friends now?” you said skeptically. He shot you a look with a raised eyebrow.

“Sweetheart, I just saw your tits in all their glory. I’d be surprised if we weren’t,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, Munson. Just get in the car.” He laughed, and you couldn’t help a smile forming as you walked towards the van.

“So what’re you going to do about the fact that you can totally see those through your shirt?” he said as you got in. Your eyes blew wide as you looked down at the very obvious imprint of the piercings on either side of your torso.

“Fuck.”

[platoniclokiimagines]

Loki being a sucker for pet names? He says he's a monster but when you use a pet name for him he just s t o p s

WC: 1654

TW: mention of counseling and anger management

A/N: I couldn’t remember the pronouns of who sent this in, because it’s been like Two Years, hence the “Lady” used in this fic, but for future reference, when I re-open requests, if you could please let me know the pronouns you’d like in the fic, I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you!

A/N 2: There were many, many ways I could have gone with this, but naturally I went a little whumpy. Sue me. And enjoy~

The first time you called Loki a pet name, you hadn’t meantanything by it.

It was your night to make dinner, and Loki, still new tobeing around the compound and therefore not as trusted by most everyone else,had been given the task of helping you with whatever you needed. You didn’tmind. Loki was quiet and didn’t ask a lot of questions, and that made them nicecompany. Certainly better that Stark and his not-so-subtle jokes and smartassquips, or Thor Thor with his twenty questions about everything Midgardianwhenever the two of you did something together.

It didn’t even make you nervous that Loki seemed to watchyour every move, like they were waiting for you to say or do something thatmight put them in danger. You just let them study you, hardly even looking upat them as you read over the recipe on your phone.

“Loki, be a doll and pass me the salt, please? It’s thatcontainer just by the stove.”

“I quite beg your pardon?”

Loki’s slightly offended tone gave you pause, and you lookedup at them, brow furrowed. “…salt? It’s a seasoning. That white,crystal-looking-”

“No, I know what salt is, Lady Y/N.”

“You don’t have to call me that. It’s just Y/N.” You smileda bit as you watched them. “…was it the term of endearment? I can stop, if itmakes you uncomfortable.”

“…endearment.” Loki seemed genuinely confused, and you filedthat away to remember it.

“…yes? Nicknames are much faster to say than Loki, God ofMischief, you know.”

“…right.” After a long moment, Loki turned to the stove andfetched the salt, as you had asked, and said nothing else as they handed it toyou.

You weren’t sure what else to say on the matter, either, soyou just smiled and murmured a quiet thank you before turning back to yourcooking.

You supposed it made sense, given everything Thor had toldyou and the rest of the Avengers about everything Loki had been through, thataffection and endearment was something Loki wasn’t accustomed to. You wouldn’tbe surprised if you found out Loki had never been called by anything other thantheir name or the snarky nicknames Tony had for them.

It seemed like a terrible way togrow up, with little affection between you and your family members. All themore reason to show it now, you decided, and it was with that thought in mindthat your mission to test out pet names for Loki came to fruition.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Days passed before you comfortably had the chance to slipanother affectionate nickname into conversation with Loki. Even with such ashort time period between the two points in time, Loki had seemed to warm up toyou even more, sometimes going so far as to choose to sit on the same couchwith you as they read, while you either watched tv or fiddled on your phone.

Not wanting to make them uncomfortable, you waited to makesure that you were the only two in the room before you glanced over at them,mostly so you could watch their reaction. “Loki, dear, can you hand me theremote? I’ll turn it down so it’s quieter for you to read.”

Just as before, Loki hesitated, like they weren’t entirelysure how to handle being calledsomething affectionate, and it took them a few moments before they seemed tosnap out of it. “…that’s really not necessary, L… Y/N. I’m used to reading in far louder environments. You think Thor’sloud now, you wouldn’t believe theamount of noise he made as a teenager.”

You laughed a bit. “Yes, I imagine Thor was one of thosekids that was easily excitable and loud in expression.”

“Yes, that’s it exactly.” Loki smiled a little, as well, andyou released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

One way or another, you weregoing to get Loki used to being treated nicely. Even if it took months.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As part of the agreement that ensured Loki could stay on atthe compound, Loki had been placed in an array of different therapy sessions,ranging from anger management to sibling counseling with Thor to just regularone-on-one counseling.

Unfortunately, that meant that sometimes Loki came back fromthem in a storm of a bad mood, wanting nothing more than to separate themselffrom the rest of the group and sulk somewhere where they could beself-deprecating or angry or hurt in peace.

You hadn’t particularlymeant to stumble upon Loki in one of these moods; mostly, you just wanted tomake sure that they were okay, and to see if there was anything you could do orget for them.

Hesitantly, you knocked on the door, not wanting to startlethem and risk upsetting them even more.

“Loki…? It’s Y/N. Can I come in?”

Loki gave no response, but after a pregnant pause, you heardthe door unlock, and you took that as an okay to go ahead into their room.Making sure to lock the door behind you, out of politeness, you turned aroundto see Loki curled up in the smallest ball you imagined they could manage.Unsure if you should try to get closer, you stayed where you were, watchingthem in silence.

“…can I get you anything? Some water, or… tea? We have someof that chamomile that you like. I made sure to get plenty of boxes the lasttime we went to the store, and-”

“Why do you bother?”

You were a bit taken aback by Loki’s words, not because theyheld any bite, but because they seemed so earnest.Like they genuinely couldn’t understand why you wanted to help.

“…I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

“I mean why areyou going through all this trouble? Being nice, talking to me when no one elsedoes, checking up on me? Don’t you ever get bored with it?”

“…why would I get bored with it?”

Loki turned to look at you then, scowling, though you weren’tentirely sure it was directed at you. “Because no one likes being thesacrificial lamb, the… the balance between sides.”

“…I suppose I don’t see it like that.”

Loki didn’t scoff or roll their eyes, like you expected theymight, but instead, they just looked at you, almost more earnestly than you’dever seen them look before.

“And how do yousee it?”

“Well… We’re friends.” You smiled a bit. “We’re two newpeople, getting to know each other while also getting used to being around theothers, too.”

“We can’t be friends.” Loki said it almost robotically, likeit was a trained response. “For one thing, you’re a human, and I’m a god and…Y/N, I’ve done things that are terrible. Horrible, horrible things, with verylittle by means of making up for it. Ask any one of the people in the room outthere, and they’ll tell you. I’m nothing but a monster.”

“I think you’re an absolute angel.”

You said it without even thinking about it, and whateverLoki had been in the process of saying or thinking didn’t matter, because theyjust stopped. Didn’t move, didn’tspeak, didn’t even seem to breathe. They just looked at you.

The silence in the room was almost deafening, and part ofyou wanted to think that you might have said the wrong thing, but a greaterpart of you knew that what you’d said was not a lie. You thought the world ofLoki, and you told them as much, once they’d had some time to process.

“Loki, you’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met inmy life. You’ve been through so much.I’ve heard the stories. And yes, you’ve made mistakes, and perhaps some ofthose mistakes have had a body count, but… you’re trying to be better. You’retrying to do better. I know you are. Thor knows you are. And the others will catch on eventually, too,in time. But for now, I’ll pick up the slack. I’ll remind you that you’re doingbetter. I’ll bring you tea and sweets when you’re having a bad day. And I’ll keepcalling you pet names until you’re so used to them that you don’t freeze up outof confusion anymore. Whatever it takes for you to believe that you’re becominga good person, that’s just as worthy as love and affection and happiness as every other person in thiscompound. Okay?”

You hadn’t meant to say so much, but once you’d started, you’dfound yourself unable to stop, andnow that you’d finished, you just watched Loki, waiting for their response and hoping you hadn’t overstepped any boundaries.

After a long moment, they nodded to themself, seeing to cometo terms with what you’d said. “…I suppose I never considered things in thatmanner.”

You nodded, as well, offering a small smile when they lookedat you. “…it’s gonna be okay, you know? I know it really sucks right now, andeverything is new and strange and different. And counseling really, reallysucks at the beginning when you have to hash out all the things you neverwanted to revisit, but… it does get better. And I’ll be here to help. As longas you’ll have me.”

Loki took a slow, deep breath, like they were deciding whatthey wanted to say, but instead, they seemed to settle for nodding, and so youjust nodded, as well.

“….so tea?”

“I would appreciate it immensely, Y/N.”

You smiled and nodded, heading back to the door. “Sure,thing.” As you turned to leave, you couldn’t resist poking your head back in. “Angel.”

Loki just looked at you, almost as though they were embarrassed,and you just smiled softly.

Yes, you thought you and Loki were going to get on quitenicely, from here on out.

[sword-of-summer]

All of them answer every question fuck you

ahahaha no i respectfully deny your "fuck you" and i accept the ask and so-

i am 5'10", and i don't wish to be taller or shorter- i am the perfect height for hugs and messy hair, and yep, i like it here-

dream pet would be a mix of golden retriver and a husky called Holly and a chonky cat called Loki- yes ofcourse my future kids have names everyone should name their future pets-

ripped jeans/black pants with a Darth Vader tshirt or a Ethnic Fusion Kurta with black sneakers/artificial leather slip-ons, and if it's cold, a black jacket open obviously- and a black wristwatch i love my black wristwatch.

favourite video game was Clash of Clans and going even back, GTA Vice City and, the og- MARIIOOOO

three things/people are Oreos, Nutella and Pizza. The Holy Trinity-

"Beware me my fingers are smeared with chicken popcorn grease"

you didn't mention an opinion, @chunkybirb, so imma give my opinion on Vanilla ice cream and Nutella- ANYONE WHO HADN'T COMBINED THESE TWO COMBINE THESE TWO THEY ARE FUCKING AWESOME

im either phlegmatic or melancholic bruh idk maybe ik or maybe not

im v v v v ticklish

not an allergy, but an intense hatred for ketchup- i vomit if it gets too close to me fuck you ketchup

im heterosexual

any between tea and coffee but full milk coffee (ik, kill me), never had cocoa- but i love a chocolate or nutella milkshake

both. both is good. (cat and dog)

i would be an elf cause hell yeah, knowledge and wisdom

favourite youtuber is Samay Raina, a stand up comedian turned youtuber who is just awesome-

as i mentioned in 1., i am 5'10"

i would not change my name cause it's the coolest fucking name ever, i am Tanay, and Tanay in Hindi means Son, and my parents literally named their son Son, and hell yeah i like it

i forgot how much i weigh- last i checked it was 75 kilos, but ive gained weight since 2019 so yep, gotta walk in the mornings

yes i believe in metaphysicality cause one- it seems cool- second- me and @theclassyghost discussed a metaphysical life theory that i really really like and metaphysicality gives preservation of knowledge so i believe in spirits

SPACE. SPACE. SPACE.

im not that religious, no

pet peeves no well nah not really

nocturnal def nocturnal i sleep at 4.50 anyway hehehehe

fav constellation is Cassiopeia

fav star is Sirius tho

what the fuck are ball jointed dolls

i do have a fear of losing people that's just anxiety i guess

yep, global warming is real

never thought that much about reincarnation tbh but maybe, i do

fav movie is Spider Man : Into The SpiderVerse and Inception and The Dark Knight Rises and Revenge of The Sith and yes, for my indian gang, 3 Idiots and Gully Boy

yep i get scared v v v easily

i have had no pets but i plan to once i grow up

@chunkybirb 's blog is fucking cool awesome and *chef's kiss* a masterpiece

blue calms me. i love blue.

live in Norway cause pretty lights, snow, and less people than this overpopulated country i am in

born in Mumbai, India

v v v dark brown like it's almost black but no it's dark brown

introvert

horoscopes and zodiacs, i do read them, never believed that much tbh-

HUGS I LOVE HUGS

i really wanna visit my brother i haven't met him in a long time i really wanna play cricket w him just like old times

my sister- she's annoying but well i care for her

nah

tattoos idk bruh im okay idk may get one or may not get one

nope, smoking is ewwww *vomits*

ah my crush- she's cool [ if she exists

when the chalk doesn't write on the board but goes iiiiiieeee I HATE THAT

a sound i love is rain pitter pattering i just hhhhhh sends me into happiness

nope fatass here

nope fatass here

favourite actors have to be eddie redmayne, oscar issac and pedro pascal- and margot robbie and winona ryder in the actresses section also yes, elliot page

bruh already answered in 30.

im okayish!! spotify and tumblr, cool combo-

my hair are okay being black for me

yesterday, monday, from 6.40 to 6.50

music

uhhh naah not that i know of

well in Rick Riordan's Magnus Chase books, the sword of Frey aka Sumarbrander TALKS and demands to be called Jack, so here i am

bakwaas, music and comfy

yep, i believe in evolution

unfollow on hate and when they dm me sending nsfw pics ugh why are people like that

follow, well, i like people and they seem cool, so i follow them

fav kind of person is the one who'll sit with me for hours not even talking and just vibing to music

fav animals are beavers, doggos and cats

three fav blogs are @chunkybirb, @theclassyghost, @little-boats-on-a-lake, @aredhel-of-gondolin, @sue-me-imbadass, @alleenkaas, @my-ackerman, @brrrrrrrrrrzone

fav emoticon has to be ☹ this me seeing my stupidity outrank others

fav meme has to be Butternut is a master of psychological manipulation

INTP

Libraaa let's go

no dog, i have

black darth vader tshirt, black pants, black sneakers and black wrist watch

i have no selfies my phone has no cameras i live in eternal darkness

what the fuck are platform shoes

i, uhhh, i remember weird things like what i drew in class in 3rd while i was supposed to be doing english

lazy ass here, no front flips possible

i like birds they fly

nope i don't Iike swimming i like blankets

wrapped up in blankets reading books sounds better than both

ketchup

hyperspace travel

nope none

reading writing eating sleeping

my friend

tumblr seems cool

i have around 60-70 idk

yes i can run but why

yes they do but what's the fun in that

nope I'd fall over

sapphire let's go

koala bear or panda

sunflower or the one on a lemon tree

ketchup store

one cup of coffee is enough, tysm

read minds that sounds cool cool yeaaahh

nope never wore it a black clothes guy here BatMan

winter winter all year long

i don't know and i don't wanna try

i don't know and i don't wanna know

everyone cause they are better than me

bookstores cause bookstores any bookstores

sneakers, black onez

apparently some gas bitches mixed up to form a planet

non vegetarian but i partake meat just twice or thrice in two weeks

i don't know they don't seem like liking

naaaaaaaah

bugs ew

spiders ew

about the fact that i come off as arrogant and overconfident while in reality it's just that my communication skills suck

i can draw averagely whenever im in a mood

this thing im answering but i like answering it

uhhhhhhh brain freeze- idk bruh questions are good they give knowledge

yep, while sleeping

ahh yes calming, they are

cloudy days cause fucking cool vibes

hehehe wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy

CumuloNimbus i really like it's name yknow nimBUS

dark blue, dark blue always or black

naaaah no freckles

fav thing is when they laugh and it's just happy and we're both laughing like shitheads but who cares we're rebelling against depressing life and we laugh

both. both is good [ fruits and vegetables

sleep but i have to answer 170 questions cause @chunkybirb

sky sky sky it's my blog's header duh uh sKy

sweet and sour candy. SWEET AND SOUR CANDY.

dim lights it makes me feel cool

ahhh so here we go- Mooncalfs, Thunderbirds, Phoenixes, Sphinxes, Dragons that seem to be Space Nebulae, and more and more and more

i really feel like a boomer sometimes

i love everything about this site/app it makes me feel happy cause i like the people and the posts

uhhhhh i think too much about everything cause i just do. i like thinking

"He's dead, guys. For the sake of The Force, please watch Star Wars now he wanted to discuss it with you" actually no i would just say "A big shoutout to Garlic Bread he loved Garlic Bread"

myself cause i should be sleeping but sleep is for the weak and i am the weak and the strong i am a paradox-

that i obsess too much on things and try involving people it never works out

nope. had braces for 4 years, that beat out teeth showing smiles

i prefer computer-tv ahahahahaha

never tried them, so IDK

naaaaah not motion sickness- never travelled by sea so idk seasickness

lobed ears

yep i believe that deeds do count in life and beyond

idk bruh i don't believe in physical attraction too much- bodies are fake- mentally/metaphysically tho, im a 7

ahhhhh many many Stupid Genius, Tani, Tanu, Tanya

i still do-

i really want to talk to a therapist. converse. and discover.

im both, i am both.

10:1 is the ratio- giving 10, receiving 1

uhhh nothing just when i am right and people use the old "disrespect" argument

3, Hindi, Marathi, English

girls

uhh no i am not

my hair i love them everyone says things about my hair but i love them

knowledge vibes i give, someone tells me- and that's all i ever wanted

anyone i know tbh, my mutuals, my friends, my discord friends

ahhh no i wouldn't but i wish i was born 20 years earlier

bleh bloo, neither like nor dislike

i don't know if i have one

i don't know, haven't had physical contact in a long long long time in a galaxy far far away

the above point stands but i would like to ig

anything i write, 3 hours later, i instantly hate just idk why

anything i write

that i am normal no i am not and i am not okay hahahahaha

65-70 ish people

somewhere around-

many many many don't ask please but okay if you do ask

somewhat

uhhhhh idr exactly but i won't tell in public duh uh

mediummm hairrrr

last year lockdown i became harry potter

i don't know buddy i seriously don't know

yep i do cause knowledge i like knowledge

naaah never tried

no i definitely cannot stand on my hands or my head for more than 30 seconds

yep, im pretty sure i answered most of them correctly-

og link-

[vventure]

Change - Atsumu Miya Must Die, Ch. 1

Series Mini Mlist: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x fem!reader

Genre: Angst (only lightly this part), Fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none for now

Summary: Atsumu Miya is a player; dating three girls from three different friend groups so they don’t find out. What happens when they do, though? And how does [Y/N] play into their plan for ultimate revenge?

A/N: This is only the first chapter, so it’s a little dull, I’m sorry! Ahh okay, welcome to my little idea that wouldn’t get out of my head. I’m really excited about this project, and I hope you guys will be too! This fic is HEAVILY inspired by the movie John Tucker Must Die, and I just felt like breaking mean ole’ Atsumu’s heart (huehuehue). I’m not sure how many parts there will be for this, but I’ll definitely make a masterlist for it when the time comes.

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“Atsumu Miya, there’s only one guy out there for me…” Your recorded voice blared from the flat screen in the bar as his college volleyball team and dormitory friends watched intently. 

Heart racing, you frantically ripped your body from Atsumu’s arms and ran to where the TV was plugged in, cutting the power. 

You didn’t make it in time, and those words you’d recorded so many months ago, before your plans were ruined by ‘Tsumu’s affections, made the room fall silent: “...and you are not...”

Whipping around, you locked eyes with the man you’d made fall in love with a fake version of you, and who you thought maybe you actually felt something for.

“What’s this?”

“I can’t believe we really just moved to Hyogo for a man,” your arms were crossed and your jaw was set as you addressed your sister Ami while riding with her to the boyfriend’s apartment. This had been a point of contention for months between the two of you. 

Since the loss of your parents, Ami became your guardian. You were pretty attached to each other, and so when your sister told you that she was planning to move to Hyogo to live with her boyfriend of six months, you felt compelled to move with her. Her decisions surrounding men had always been questionable, and this was no different.

For two months while preparing to move, you’d argue every day over small things and big things alike. You didn’t do the dishes right after finishing dinner? Fight. You wanted Ami to physically meet the man she was moving in with before the move? Fight.

And to make things worse, her resentment for being saddled with a hormonal teenager to take  care of in her early twenties was showing through. It hurt for you to realize her resentment towards you, no matter how much she told you she loved you and that she didn’t resent you.

Could you really blame her? Maybe a little; you were always more of an adult than she was in your shared life, and she probably resented more that she had to be a grounded adult instead of a flighty party girl.

“It’s not like this was out of nowhere, [Y/N],” your sister grumbled, shooting you a glare and pulling you from your thoughts. “Plus, you didn’t have to move, you had a place in Miyagi.”

“That’s a lot of traveling for holidays, and you know I have to keep my eye on you.”

“I’m an adult, I think I’m fine by myself,” Ami said. “You better not cramp our style while you’re staying with us.”

“So sue me for wanting to keep the only family I have left close,” you spat, looking away from your older sister. “I’ll be in the dorms in a week, resent me as much as you want until then, you’re really good at it.”

“Whatever,” she said, her attention completely leaving you as she pulled in front of a tall, sleek apartment building. This was way nicer than the one you’d shared in Miyagi, and your jaw dropped at the sight. What kind of guy was Riku anyway?

A tall man ran from the main door of the apartment building as Ami flung the car into park and jumped out without turning it off. You’d never seen her move this quickly as she ran and leapt into the arms of her boyfriend, his strong grip able to swing her around like a rag doll.

Pulling the keys from the dash, you stepped out and slung your bag over your shoulder. You thought your legs might give out after the long drive, but you willed yourself to stand and give Riku a guarded smile.

“Welcome, welcome!” He boomed, pulling you into a tight hug before picking up your bags and lugging them towards the front door. “I’ve already gotten a lot of the packages you sent, and I made sure to set up [Y/N]’s room so she’d be comfortable.”

“Rikuuu, you sweetheart,” Ami gushed, pulling his body to hers so she could plant a sloppy kiss on his lips. She’d driven the entire way from Miyagi to Hyogo and her exhaustion was showing. “So thoughtful.”

There was only one week until you could move into your dorm. One. Week. You could deal with their infatuation for one week, right?

--

Riku’s apartment, well-- Ami and Riku’s apartment-- was cozy. Small touches that your sister had sent through the post were littered around the main living area and it brought you a small feeling of comfort and home as you took them in. 

On the coffee table sat the misshapen mug you’d made during high school ceramics. On one of the walls was a picture Ami had taken of the backyard you’d shared during the time your parents were still around. He’d even displayed a picture of you and your sister on high school graduation day. Ami had worked hard to make your life normal during the last two years of high school, and her pride over your accomplishments showed so clearly in the sunny picture.

“This is a really nice apartment,” you said, turning to look at Riku as you spoke. “Thank you for letting me stay for a week.”

“Of course, [Y/N], anyone important to my boobear is important to me.”

His pet name made you want to gag, but you swallowed it and spoke again, “Where will I be sleeping?”

“Down the hall, first door on the right,” he said, handing your bags over. “Rest a little and we’ll get something to eat. I wanna show you guys my favorite restaurant!”

Making your way down the foreign corridor, you came upon an open room that had a small bed, bedside table, and dresser. It was plain, but honestly you didn’t need it to be anything fancy. Most of your things were still stacked in boxes off to the side of the dresser in anticipation of being moved into the dorm with you, but one of the boxes was cut open, and some of its contents had found their way to the dresser top and bedside table.

A framed picture of you, Chikara Ennoshita, Hisashi Kinoshita, Kazuhito Narita, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, and Yuu Nishinoya sat on the dresser. It was taken during their final volleyball game of high school, and even though they were sweaty and emotional they agreed to take a picture with their closest friend who was always there to support them. Next to that was a framed picture of Noya and you swinging in one of the parks near school, faces split by massive smiles as you enjoyed the childish pleasure of weightless glee.

Riku had made good choices for decoration, you’d give the stranger that.

You missed these goofs already; Chikara always checking on how you were doing in college and making sure you were eating healthily and drinking water; Kazuhita texting you to make sure that you weren’t too stressed and you were taking care of yourself mentally; Hisashi coming by to take you out for boba, showing you the latest memes he’d acquired; and Yuu and Ryuu dragging you along to parties, which you always ended up enjoying no matter how much you complained about them. 

Your heart ached at the memories of your friends no longer a short bus ride or walk away. 12 hours was a lot of distance between you all, and it was finally hitting you that this was not Miyagi anymore. What if you didn’t make any friends here? 

It was already your third year of college, and most of the people in your classes would likely already have friend groups. How weird would you look when you moved into a dorm with people who likely knew each other?

With a sigh, you flopped face-first onto the bed and willed the fresh cotton scented bed covering to suffocate you. What if your friends from Miyagi didn’t care about your absence. You let out a half-hearted wail imagining Chikara blocking your number, irrationality taking over your brain.

“[Y/N]?” Ami’s voice drifted through the open door as she looked for you. “We’re gonna go get something to eat now, actually. Riku is hungry and I think I am too.”

She thinks she is? You rolled over and sat up to look at her.

“Y’know, Riku seems really nice. I don’t think you have to, like, change yourself for him or whatever you usually do for the guys you date,” you said while swinging your legs over the edge of the bed to stand.

Ami just rolled her eyes and rejoined Riku in the living room. You were fast on her heels, slipping out of your house shoes and putting on your sneakers.

“Alright!” Riku said with a smile. “Let’s go get onigiri!”

[jungshookz]

baby, you can drive my car |(mechanic!yoongi)

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader 

→ genre: mechanic!au, spoiltbrat!y/n (++ inexperienced y/n as hiGHLy requested hehe), 6 greasy bois, a taste of richboy!jin, a vintage mercedes benz named beeper, usual dose of crackheadiness, touch of angst, sprinkle of fluff, and bts (big time smut) ((i love recycling this joke don’t come for me)) (((thigh-riding)))

→ trigger warning: there is a brief mention of blood so tread lightly if you feel queaSy about that! 

→ wordcount: 24.6k magic in the air 

→ summary: welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

→ note: ooh BOY this took me a while! i’m sorry it took me so long to publish this but i hope this bad boy (i’m talking about the fic itself anD mechanic!yoongi) makes up for it! mechanic!yoongi has been in the works for a while... thank you to every single one of you who contributed each of your own lil ideas and helped to create the chArming tattoo-sleeve man we all fuLLY fell in love with. seriously y’all i could not have done this without you!! i ain’t gon lie i was going to post this on the day of the comeback but i think i needed a day to just.,.,, SCREAM and listen to the album.,.,,.  (and also i was still editing it yikes) ((and also what do u guys think of the new albUM hELLO)) so here it is twO days after the comeback!!!!!!! i hope i gave you sufficient time to recover from the new album but if not oH well what can ya do!!! also i’m really friCkin nervous for some reason but nonetheless enjoy the ride! ( 灬♥ 3 ♥灬)

pst if u wanna talk to y/n or yoongi u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you know what

you could totally get used to this being an adult thing

you finally get to live in your own place

you finally get to eat whatever the heck you wanna eat

and most importantly

you finally get a car

yes, you’ll admit, you’re a little behind with the whole car thing

most of your friends already got their licenses befoRe becoming adults but so what if you were a little slow!!! you were just living life as a teenager!!!! there was no rush

let’s not beat around the bush here

you are: a spoilt brat

like unbelievably so

when you were younger all you’d have to do is point at something and your parents would immediately be like ….aight

now that you’re older it’s kinda the same except they’ve just given you a bunch of credit cards so now you don’t have to ask anyone you can just go out and get it yourself

but this car

this sweet sweet car that belongs to you

(to be moRe specific it’s a 1962 mercedes benz baby blue convertible that you’ve affectionately named beeper)

((you knoW that shit be fancy when it’s from the dang 60s))

this is the first BIG purchase you’ve made and you’re feeling pretty proud of yourself anD you’re feeling extra adult-y  

anyways you’re heading back to your penthouse now because it’s been a busy day!!

you had class in the morning and then you went and got your nails done to reward yourself for going to class (a manicure anD a pedicure because why would you not do your toes if you’re doing your fingers that just wouldn’t be fair to your toes) and then you went and got a venti coffee frappucino from starbucks

you reach over and adjust the front mirror a bit and take a second to admire your brand new YSL heart-shaped sunglasses (they’re SO cute n u have them in three different colours)

you’re already thinking about what you want for dinner

maybe you can order some sushi or something

you could go for a dynamite roll or something

maybe some gyoza dumplings too

oOh you should also get some seaweed salad because that-

prrt prruT prrt prRRrRRRRRrr

oh my god

no way

“oh my god, no way.” your heart drops to your stomach when beeper starts sputtering and coughing and slowing d o w n

oh god

oh god oh god oh god

okay

it’s fine

it’s fine don’t worry about it

thankfully beeper stopped riGht as the light turned red so you have some time to try and get him up and running again

okay

what can you do

what does this button do

click

oH okay those are the windshield wipers and you don’t need those

you twist a knob and curse to yourself when the radio turns on

ok what about thiS knob

“chRist-“ cold air starts blasting riGht into your face and you turn the knob back down

you step down on the gas pedal and nothing happens

what do you do whAT do you DO

you probably have like 20 seconds left before the light turns green and you have to get going

ooooOOOoOh you don’t want the people behind you to honk at you

that’s going to stress you out

you don’t want to be honked at!!!!!!!!!

usually when something bad happens you just.,. throw some money on it and it goes away

in this case you can technically throw money at it

let’s rephrase this

usually when something bad happens you just throw some money at a person and it goes away because they take care of the problem foR you

but the difference here is that you are all alone

in this big city

and your parents are miles away

and no one is here to help you

ooh!!!! ooh!!!!!! google a car repair shop!!!! goOGLE IT

you reach into your purse and pull your phone out quickly

“car repair shops near me…” you mutter to yourself as you type into the google search bar

you jump in surprise when the car behind you honks at you and you give them a sheepish smile and a shrug

“c’mon, c’mon.,.,,” you smack the steering wheel in frustration but quickly rub over the wheel apologetically  

beeper coughs before jerking and you feel a wave of relief wash over you when it starts moving again

okay

according to google maps the nearest repair shop is a minute drive away

okay okay okay

should be doable

it appears that the gods are somewhat on your side today because beeper breaks down officially right as you drive up to the front of the repair shop

luckily no one was on the sidewalk when you nyOomed up because half of your car is on the sidewalk and the other half is on the street and you’re not looking to run anyone over today

“stupid car.” you mutter as you slam the door shut “…sorry buddy.” you wince apologetically and pat the hood because you certainly wouldn’t want to be spoken to like that if you were a car

you look up at the rusting sign hanging above the large garage

‘min mechanics’

“min mechanics.” you stand in front of the large open garage and inspect the inside

is this place good enough for beeper

it seems like it’s doing pretty well

there are at least eight cars all parked on either sides of the place

in the very back in the left corner there’s an office kinda thing  

there’s a sign hanging on top of the door that says ‘front desk’

okay so that seems like a logical place to go to

you’re a little wary just leaving your car out here with nobody to watch it but it’s not like you have a choice

you walk in further and adjust your purse strap on your shoulder

what heCk

there’s like nobody here

there better be somebody here otherwise you’re going to get your dad to sue

just kidding

but not really

“uh, hellOOooOOo??” your boots clack against the concrete as you walk deeper into the garage

you push your sunglasses up onto the top of your head before placing a hand on your hip

“is anybody here??? someone needs to fix my car, please!!!” you approach the truck that’s just sitting in the middle of the garage and that’s when you notice a pair of legs under the truck

oh my god

someone’s been CRUSHED By a TRUCK

oh HELL no you are getting out of here you’re going to pretend like you weren’t even here in the first place

“sorry, gimme a sec!” the legs twitch and you let out a breath of relief

whoever this person is rolls out from under the truck smoothly and gets up onto their feet

oh

hello

he wipes his cheek with the back of his hand and gets grease smudged over his cheekbone with a scowl before wiping his grubby hands on his rag

soft icy-blue hair  

almost cat-like eyes

sharp jawline

very pretty hands

he tosses the dirty rag over his shoulder and you definitely don’t miss the way his bicep flexes

you glance down at the name embroidered in yellow thread into the chest pocket of his navy blue jumpsuit

𝓎𝑜𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾

cute name for a cuter boy

he looks up at you and falters a bit

obviously he’s a liTTle taken aback because what’s a girl like you doing at a place like this??

you don’t miss the way his eyes scan over your figure

a cream coloured blouse tucked into a pair of skinny blue jeans

a pair of chunky leather boots that look like they cost more than his entire life

the little gucci purse

and of course

the heart shaped sunglasses

hm

“what can i help you with, doll?” he offers you a smirk and a tilt of the head and suddenly you think you’ve forgotten how to breathe

you don’t think that pet name should affect you as much as it does

holy shiT this is one pretty boy

he pushes his sleeves up and that’S when you notice that one of his arms is covered with tattoos

holy moly

“i… car’s broken. my car. my car’s broken.” you stumble over your words

“you… car’s broken, huh?” he teases before glancing over your shoulder “is that it outside?”

you nod quickly and look back at your car

aw

poor beeper

you didn’t even get to drive him that much and he already diED on you

you should’ve asked for a range rover instead

once again it’s from the 60s

you probably should’ve stopped right then and there

but it’s so cute!!!!!!!

“is that a 1962 mercerdes benz??” ‘yoongi’ gasps and moves past you towards beeper “holy shiT i’ve only seen those in pictures”

“it’s pretty cool, i guess.” you shrug casually and watch as he continues to marvel over your car “but yeah, do you think you can fix him?”

“him?”

“…his name is beeper.” you admit shyly and yoongi laughs lightly and nods understandably

“cute. and yes, i’ll take care of beeper for you, don’t worry. give me some time to poke around and see what the issue is.” he pats beeper’s hood before gesturing over to the back of the garage “you can chill out in the office if you want, or there’s a starbucks down the street. it’s pretty muggy in the garage and i wouldn’t want you to scuff up your gucci purse.”

his eyes flicker towards the little black bag nestled against your side

you clear your throat and tuck it behind you bashfully

“i’m yoongi, by the way.” he sticks his hand out and you look down at it

you can see some greASy residue from the truck that he was fixing earlier but you tell yourself to man up and you reach over and take his hand

oh my god his hand is s t i c k y

ew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“i’m y/n. thank you for helping me out.”

“of course, i’m happy to help.” yoongi offers you a boyish smile and you decide right then and there that you don’t mind his sticky hands at all

the bell tinkles lightly as you push the frosted glass door open and step into the air-conditioned office

hey the office is a lot bigger than you thought it’d be

and definitely a lot nicer than you thought it’d be (no offence)

there’s a front counter and an empty wheely chair behind it

oH and there’s another door that leads into a more ~private~ office but it’s closed so you can’t sneak a peek inside

on the counter there’s a little bell and next to it is a hEfty jar of lollipops

behind the counter is a cork board with a bunch of car keys hanging from pushpins all lined up in a neat row

a couple sticky notes pinned up

four plastic chairs sitting on the side (you’re assuming this is the waiting area)

in the corner there’s a little table with a stack of magazines

and in the other corner there’s a water dispenser

the ceiling fan whirs above you as you head over to the front desk

these lollipops look tempting

you wonder if they’re complimentary or if yoongi is just a sugar addict

you reach into the jar and grab one quickly and drop it into your purse

the chair squeaks underneath you as you take a seat and you shift to get comfortable

you reach up to push your sunglasses up because they start to slide down a little

a breath slips past your lips

you wonder how long yoongi’s going to take

and then you wonder if you’re going to have to get a new car

maybe you should go car shopping after this

hot tip: avoid cars from the 60s

“well i figured out what was wrong with your car” you jump when the door opens abruptly

you stand up from the seat and smooth your blouse down a little “what’s wrong with it?? what do i need to get fixed and how much is it all going to cost??”

“uh, not that much consider what was wrong was that the gas tank was empty.”

…

oh

my

god

you’re a moron

you are an idiot

a F O O L

you clear your throat and feel your cheeks starting to burn a lil

this is uh

this is kinda embarrassing

“are you… sure? that’s it? the gas tank was empty? there’s really nothing else wrong with him?”

“mhm.” yoongi nods and makes his way over behind the front desk “i did a full body check on beeper and everything else is working just fine! he just needed a tank of juice, so i filled up for you. he’s good to go!” he unwraps a lollipop and sticks it into his mouth  

“oh, okay. um-“ you unzip your purse and rifle through it for your wallet “how much do i owe you?”

“nothing”

“noth- gas is free???? holy shit. i did not know that.” you scoff in surprise and put your wallet away

yoongi’s brows furrow and he gives you a smile “no, gas isn’t free, doll. i’m giving you a get outta jail free card, so next time beeper ‘breaks down’ you’ll know he’s just out of gas.”

“oh… oH no no you don’t have to do that here lemme give you-“

“hey, seriously - it’s fine.” yoongi hands you your keys back before spinning you around and leading you out the door with a hand placed on the small of your back  

“but-“

“but nothing! i don’t wanna hear it.” he teases as he opens the door up for you and nudges you inside

he closes the door gently and bends down a little “it was nice doin’ business with you. take care of yourself now.”

“thanks for making me look like a fool in front of a cute boy today, beeper.” you sigh as you step out of the car and close the door

beep beep !

you drop your keys into your purse after locking beeper up and you make your way over to the elevator that goes up to the penthouse

as you wait for the elevator to take you up to your floor you shove your hand into your purse for your house keys and you end up pulling out

a yellow lollipop

you stare at it for a second and blink at it owlishly

no

y/n

he’s a mechanic

your dad’s a businessman!!!!!!!!!  

you need to go after a CEO boy not a CAR boy

you’re sure there are plenty of nice CEO boys in the city

you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth

hm

mango!

the elevator dings and the doors slide open

you step out into the hallway and twirl your keys around your finger

yeah

it’d be good for you

just forget about the silly car boy

three days later

ok so listen

uh

you know how you said it’d be good to just forget about the silly car boy

ya

that did not happen

you don’t usually do stupid things

but this?

this thing that you have just done??

now THIS was stupid

you might’ve maybe kinda sorta possibly clobbered one of your side mirrors with a baseball bat so that it’d break off because a teeny weeny (huge huGe) part of you wanted to see yoongi again

after the whole stare off with the lollipop in the elevator you just had this itching feeling all over your body

there’s just something about him and you can’t quite put your finger on it

maybe it’s because he’s so..,,.,,., cool? like that’s the only word you have to describe him right now lol

he’s just.,.,,.., he’s so different compared to all the other boys you’ve ever been interested in

god

he’s such a man that’s what he is

the bad boy of your wildest dreams

anyways uh

“….oh boy.” so now you have a baseball bat in one hand and a side mirror in the other

if someone were to walk into the garage right now it’d look like you just damaged someone else’s car

and it’s not like you can say ‘oh, don’t worry! it’s just my car, trust me!!!’ and wave the baseball at them because then they’d be like wtf why did u just fuck up ur own car

well

now it’s too late

you gosh darn wrecked your vintage car all because you want to see a cute mechanic

you couldn’t have just walked in there like a normal person to say hi!!!!!

you could’ve gone in there with an envelope of money and been like oh i just felt bad about not paying so i hAd to come and pay you back!!!

you did this on purpose because you wanted! to! see! yoongi! again!

and unsurprisingly

you always get what you want

“how did this happen again?”

“…i backed up into my garage all weird…?” you’re not being very convincing right now in case that wasn’t already super obvious  

“…huh.”

see

yoongi knows his cars

he’s been working with them for a long time (fun fact he picked up his first screwdriver and helped his dad in the shop when he was just three years old!!!!)

and this doesn’t look like you backed your car into the garage and accidentally knocked it into the side of a wall

it looks like it’s been battered

and he can’t help but think that you were the one who fucked your car up

because there’s a huge dent on the top part of it (he’s assuming this was your first hit) and a loT of mini dents around it (which was a result of you panicking when it didn’t fall off the first time so you continued whacking it everywhere) anD the way the mirror cracked suggests that something was hitting it straIGHt on

so you must’ve been parking your car really weirdly if you actually knocked it off while parking

this looks like it was done purposely

yoongi looks up from the mirror at you

“so… can you fix it?”

a little smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth

alright

he’ll bite

“i mean, it would’ve been easier if the mirror wasn’t completely destroyed-” yoongi holds it up and you wince a little at the sight of the wires dangling from where you riPPed it off “i’m going to have to order a new mirror - it’s probably going to cost a pretty penny considering this is a vintage car, but i’ll be sure to find the best deal for you.”

“you’re welcome to leave beeper here oR you can always just bring him back when the mirror comes in because everything else is working perfectly fine.”

“i’ll leave him here-!” you respond immediately “…if that’s okay with you, of course.”

“that’s perfectly fine with me.” he holds his hand out and your eyes flicker down to it

even his hand is pretty

you’re not..,. sure why he’s holding his hand out

is he trying to shake your hand??

you slowly raise your hand before gently placing it over his

yoongi blinks twice and looks back up at you

you look back at him

“…i need your keys.”

OH

oH MY GOD

oh my god

“i knew that!” you rIP your hand away before shoving it into your purse

your face is honestly probably on fire right now

love that for you

you drop your keys into yoongi’s palm with a jingle and yoongi smirks because now it seems like you’re avoiding eye contact with him

he smirks lightly as he tucks your keys into his back pocket

“at least buy me dinner first before touching me like that, doll.”

ok

you need to leave NOW

this is MORTIFyiNG

you are in the midst of an internal conflict

see, the thing is

you’re not quite sure if you’re crossing the line from charming to downright creepy

let’s unpack this

charming = treating someone to lunch

creepy = treating someone to lunch when you’ve only spoken to him for a total of like 3 minutes

charming = bringing lunch to someone at their workplace

creepy = bringing lunch to someone at their workplace and virtually giving them no choice but to sit down and eat lunch with you becausE you bROUGHt lunch to their woRKPLACE

charming = y/n y/l/n when she like someone

creepy = y/n y/l/n when she really really likes someone

charm-

oh!!!! a pair of legs under a truck!!!!!!!

you pick up the pace and head straIght for truck

“hey!” you knock twice against the side to get yoongi’s attention and you can’t help but bounce up on your toes a little in excitement

you look into the takeout bag to make sure nothing is leaking “i know the car isn’t ready yet but i just wanted to stop by and thank you for-“

“well hey to you too” you step back when you look down to see someone who definitely isn’t yoongi but is also juSt as pretty as yoongi

he takes his cap off and pushes his hair back before putting his hat on backwards

“you aren’t yoongi” you squeak out and wrinkle your nose “i’m so sorry, i thought you were someone else.”

“my name is jungkook bUT i’d be happy to be yoongi if you’d like” he gets up off the ground and wipes his hands on the back of his jumpsuit

he flashes you a charming smile and you feel a little overwheLmed

“get bACk to work you moron” you and the yoongi impoSter both look to the left and you smile excitedly when you see who it is “hello - again.” he teases “your car isn’t ready yet, if that’s what you’re here for.”

“i know, i’m not here for the car.” you blurt out and yoongi’s eyes widen slightly in surprise

he pokes his tongue into his cheek and raises a brow before smirking at you

“huh. i see. so what are you here for then?”

“i-“

“yoongi, aren’t you going to introduce us to the pretty lady?” you turn to look over your shoulder and you’re suddenly overwhelmed because there are one two three four five boys standing behind you like a floCK of pigeons

yoongi lets out a sigh

sometimes he wished he worked alone

you can’t help but think that this mechanics shop is just a cover up for some kind of cult

because uh

every single one of these boys are beautiful

taehyung is in charge of paint jobs and customisations

namjoon is in charge of office-related things like contracts and paperwork and finances and things along that line

hoseok takes care of washing cars

and jimin is an excellent polisher (he promised you you’d get beeper back nice and sparKly even though all you have to do is replace the side mirror)

and jungkook..,.,. kind of bounces everywhere (apparently he’s just working here for the summer so he doesn’t have a designated responsibility)

last you saw him he was under a truck and now he’s helping jimin with the buffing

“now that you know everybody- sorry about that, by the way - what brings you here today?”

“i brought you some lunch as a thank you for… giving me free gas.”  

huh

“oh! thank you so much, that’s very sweet of you.” yoongi smiles and rubs his hands together “i haven’t eaten lunch yet so you came at the riGht time!”

niCE

okay this is good

yoongi can’t help but wonder how much you spent on lunch because even the takeout bag itself looks hella fancy

le petit bistro

obviously it’s some french place

and most of the time french places are hella fancy

he suggested you guys eat in his office so that you’d have a liL more privacy (he knows for a fact that the moment you guys pull food out the others are going to swarm around you and ask to donate some bites to them) and also you probably don’t want to smell petrol while eating lunch lol

you went to go wash your hands so yoongi took the opportunity to sneak a glance at the receipt to confirm his suspicions

and needless to say

he is SHOOK

jesus christ

$45???? for a SANDWICH??? one single sandwich????

the water was $8????

what the hell

.,.,,.negative sides of capitalism

well now he can’t help but wonder how loaded you actually are

he’s not going to lie

it’s slightly intimidating to be around someone practically oozing with money

“-i wasn’t sure what kind of sandwiches you liked so i got a croque monsieur for you, i hope that’s okay!” yoongi drops the receipt back into the bag quickly and shifts in his seat as you step into the office

“oh no, that’s totally fine! i love..,. croc monsters.” he clears his throat “what did you get for yourself?”

“a pan bagnat.” you plop down next to him before reaching into the bag

a pain what now

a pain bandaid?????

what the hell kind of words are leaving your mouth right now lol

“remind me what a… ᶜʳᵒᶜ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ is again?” yoongi takes the box from you and pops it open

it kinda just looks like a plain ol sandwich

.,.,is that a gold leaf on top of it

“it’s just a fanCy ham and cheese sandwich….also did u just call it a croc monster”

yoongi pauses

“….did u just call it a croc monster?” yoongi bites into the sandwich and-

oH mY GOD

if u weren’t in the room with him he’s positive he would’ve busted a nut

holy SHIT that is a good ham and cheese sandwich

his ham and cheese sandwiches neVer taste this good!!!!!!!

“you want a bite of mine?”

“what’s yours?”

“a pan bagnat.” yoongi contemplates this for a second before shrugging and leaning in for a bite but you quiCkly pull back

he raises a brow

did u change ur mind

“say it.”

say wat

“…thank you?”

“no, no. say it.”

“say what?”

“the name of the sandwich.” you smirk

oh NO

you are a sICk, twiSted individual

the thing is

he knows it’s pan bagnat

but he can’t saY pan bagnat

but he KNOWS it’s pAN BAGNAT OKAY

he knows that you pronounced it pahn ban-yay

so he too will pronounce it pahn ban-yay

he clears his throat

“…pain bandaid.”

o dear god

“okay, so you got that one because jungkook dared you to???” you giggle and trace your fingers over the oFFending tattoo

“yep. he kept saying i didn’t have the balls to do it and the next thing i know i’m sitting in a tattoo parlour getting an angry cookie tattooed on the inside of my bicep.” he snorts and jabs it “luckily i have a whole sLeeve of tattoos to distract from shooky.”

“you nAMed him??”

“jungkook did!!!”

you trail your eyes over the rest of his tattoos

your favourite so far (and it’s the biggest one) is of a cherry blossom tree

the way the branches and twigs wrap around his arms is just so beautiful and the baby pink of the cherry blossoms are just so!!! cute!!!!!!!

“how about your hair, then? unless you were born with a head of shockingly icy-blue hair.”

“well, i got drunk on my birthday. and then i woke up with bleached hair, which was traumatising, as you can probably imagine. i wasn’t a fan of completely whiTE hair so i just bought some dye from the drug store and it came out to be this soft blue-grey kinda colour.” yoongi crosses his eyes as he pinches a couple strands of hair in between his fingers

“i don’t know if i could ever do that to my hair.” you murmur and look at your own strands of hair “my scalp would probably die on me.”

“my scalp is already fuLLy dead, so i don’t really care anymore.”

“does that mean you’ll let me dye your hair neon green?”

“…we’ll have to talk about that one first.”

yoongi nearly shits himself when he realises he’s gone twO hours over his lunch break

omg

he has so much to do today he has to go back to work

even though he’s the boss and can take as many lunch breaks as he wants it doesn’t maTTer

“you got any plans for the rest of the day?” yoongi crumples his napkin up and shOots it into the bin

“not really!” you wipe your mouth and put the soiled napkin into the takeout box before putting thAt back into the takeout bag

“here, i’ll throw that out in the back for you.” yoongi picks the bag up and tucks his own box into it as well

“thank you- i dO have some work do to later but hey, you wouldn’t mind if i just hung out here, right?”

yoongi pauses on his way to the door and turns back to look at you

“you wanna hang out… here?” yoongi furrows his brows in confusion “like here-here?”

you shrug

“it just gets preTTy boring at the apartment when i’m all alone”

“well, uh, i guess i don’t see any problem with you hanging out here. i’m just going to be out there with the others, so let me know if you need anything”

??????

yoongi doesn’t usually have to play the role of a hOSt when his customers are around

“cool!!! i’ll trY not to burn anything down”

yoongi smiles to himself and shakes his head before leaving the office

hm

you are a very peculiar girl

and so it goes

you find yourself zipping straiGht to min mechanics as soon as you’re done with classes for the day (you don’t go everyday just because you feel like that’s kinDa creepy and very veRy clingy so you limit yourself to like three or four days a week)

luckily yoongi’s shop is only a 20 minute uber ride away (you were vEry tempted to buy a new car to take over beeper’s place for the time-being but you figured it’d be best to spend your money on things like… groceries??) so he’s not toO out of the way which is good!!!!!!

although you have a feeling that even if yoongi was 3 hours away you’d stiLL make the trip to see him

and although it seems like you’re just there to check up on beeper because yOu miSs hIm it’s fairly obvious you have a lil thing for yoongi

“hey, um, just outta curiosity - how old is yoongi?” you adjust on the stool and avoid jungkook’s gaze when he turns back to look at you

he glances over at yoongi “he just turned 26! he’s an old man” jungkook snorts and goes back to wiping down the windows

26

that’s.,.,.,. uh

that’s kinda hot

you cross your legs and prop an elbow up on your knee before propping your chin up on your palm and you let out a dreamy sigh

everyThing about yoongi is kinda hot

the way he rolls his sleeves up to expose his forearms when he’s about to get down and diRty gets your gears grinding

or when his tongue swipes over his bottom lip after he’s taken a swig of water

or how deep n rasPy is voice gets sometimes

not to mention his tattoo sleeve

you haven’t gotten a good look at it yet but you’re not complaining because it makes him fall into the bad boy category and you are a HOE for that

“i’m 22, by the way. much, much younger than yoongi.” jungkook points out and turns around to lean against the truck

“mm, that’s cool, kook.” you smile although your eyes are glued on a certain someone else  

jungkook snorts and rolls his eyes

maybe he should get a tattoo sleeve

“you know she’s staring at you again”

yoongi has to bite back a smile to keep himself from looking like a smitten schOOlgirl  “is she?” he asks casually and flips to the next page of the catalogue

he glances over his shoulder and sure enough you’re staring right at him

of course the moment you get caught you quickly look up and pretend like the ceiling fans whirring above are the most interesting things you’ve ever seen in your entire life

“she’s cute”

“i know” yoongi looks up and narrows his eyes at hoseok who is… stiLL staring at you

yoongi takes a step to the side so that he’s blocking hoseok’s line of sight “don’t you have a tire to change or something?”

hoseok immediately raises his hands in defense

“all i’m impLYing is that if you don’t do something soon i might have to hop on that and take her for a ride-” hoseok yelps when yoongi rolls up the catalogue and suddenly starts smacking him with it

“get baCK to work before i FIRE you”

“whatcha eating?” you glance up from your magazine when you become acutely aware that you are no longer alone due to the fact that there are three shadows blocking you from the sun

ah yes

the three amigos

jimin taehyung and lil ol jungkook

you know exactly what they want

you swallow your bite and use your chopsticks to gesture to the takeout box of sushi (it’s a dynamite roll (your fave!!!!) from this amazing sushi place called nori) sitting on the little table next to you “sushi.” you flip to the next page of the magazine

“what…. kind of sushi?”  

“dynamite roll.”

you hear them murmuring to each other and the only thing you manage to make out is a ‘u think she’ll let us try’

yeah

it is always a mistake to bring food here but for some reason you don’t listen to yourself and you always bring food here

and u know what maybe this is just because ur kind of selfish (especially when it comes to the dynamite rolls from nori) but u don’t really want to give them a bite but at the same time you know for sure they’re not going to leave you alone til you let them try

“cool, cool.” taehyung clears his throat

you give them all an unimpressed look before snorting in amusement and picking up the takeout box then holding it up for them

“one piece each.”

and the gates of hell swing open

he immEdiately opens his mouth and sucks it in like a vacuum cleaner

and then you offer a piece to jimin

and then you offer a piece to jungkook

and once they’re all satisfied they finally leave you alone

now you’re down 3 pieces of sushi but it’s finE

you don’t think of yourself as a person who puts effort into things unless you’re parTicularly passionate about something

and you just so happen to be vERY passionate about (1) min yoongi so you surprise yourself when you realise that instead of spending thursday evening watching netflix, you spend three hours doing research on the different parts of a car juSt so you can go into min mechanics and blow yoongi’s MIND

u want to impress him ok it’s not a big deal!!!!!!!!

anyways

you have a couple bullet points that you scribbled down on your palm jUSt in case

you are READY to impress the heck out of yoongi

“that radiator sure looks busted, huh?” you peek over yoongi’s shoulder and take a step back when he turns to look at you “you should probably check the coolant levels.”

yoongi furrows his brows in confusion

what is happening

it doesn’t make sense that you suddenly have a very vAst knowledge of cars considering the fact that you thought your car was broken when it was literally just out of gas

.,.,.,what is going on

“that is the radiator, you’re correct. and it is busted.” you smile proudly and give yourself a mental pat on the back and it is pretty busted. “there’s a blown fuse and a couple of wires are corroded.”

“have you checked the lower radiator tank?”

“uh- yes, i checked that. i don’t really need to check the lower tank if i’m looking at an electrical problem though.”

uh oh

we’re starting to go downhill

quICK say something else

you unfurl your fingers and glance down at the messy scribbles on your palm (the ink is starting to bleed because ur starting to get nErvous and your palms always get clammy)

“how about the coolant?”

“don’t need to check coolant levels either.” yoongi hums and reaches over to untwist the tank cap “and you already mentioned the coolant levels earlier-“

and then it hits him

it finally hits him

his fingers freeze on the cap momentarily

oh

bless your heart

he pressed his lips together to keep himself from smiling too widely “-but if it makes you feel any better i’ll check the coolant levels again?”

“no, no! if you don’t need to check it, then you don’t have to.” you clear your throat “the… the fan clutch is… you should check that too. the fan clutch is… it’s a vital part of the radiator.”

“say, i have a question for you.” yoongi spins around and leans back against the car

“mhm?”

“what exactly does the radiator do, y/n?” he raises a brow before crossing his arms

you know this

oh my god you KNOW this

you literally read a 12 page document talking specifically about radiators HOW the hell are you BLANKING right now

okay fine

just play it cool

if you act like you know what you’re talking about it’ll be more convincing

“it…” you kiss your teeth before glancing down at the radIatoR “it… radiates… um, it radiates energy so that the car is able to… move.” you explain as conFidently as you possibly

“and what’s a fan clutch?”

“oh! you know, it’s the part that just…” you shake your fist in the air “just… clutches the fan, y’know? keeps it in place.”

“huh. that’s right.” yoongi cocks his head

wait what

holy shit

you’re a genius

you are a GENIUS  

“i am???”

“no.” he deadpans and smirks when you scowl playfully “you’re cute, though.”

.,,.,.frick

“good morning, namjoon.” yoongi hums as he steps into the office with a biG bag of lollipops

“morning…?” this is vEry unfamiliar territory because the last time yoongi said good morning to namjoon it was on his birthday

well

it’s best not to question it

he should just enjOy sociable yoongi “you seem extra chipper this morning!” namjoon points out

“do i?” yoongi pulls the lid off the glass jar and sets it aside

click clack click clack

the lollipops hit the side of the jar as yoongi fills it aLL the way up

he turns to toss the bag away into the bin

namjoon pulls a lollipop out of the jar before furrowing his brows

he twists the treat in between his fingers and takes note of the little cartoon strawberries on the wrapper “i thought you were a raspberry man?”

“i am” yoongi plucks the lollipop from namjoon’s fingers and plunks it into the jar before covering it up

“but all of these are strawberry flavoured.”

“yes, and?”

namjoon raises his hands in defence “nothing! just saying.”

how very odd

yoongi despises strawberry

“hi namjoon!” the little bell tinkers as you step into the office

“y/n, hey! how was your day? yoongi’s in the middle of a call but he’ll be out soon.”

“it was okay! i got my essay back and i did pretty well- oOH strawberry” you gasp and iMMediately shoVe your hand into the jar

there it is

the final piece of the puzzle

it all makes sense now

“huh.” namjoon leans back against his chair and crosses his arms as he watches you unwrap the lollipop excitedly

“whaht?” you ask aroUnd the lollipop and namjoon shakes his head

“oh, nothing.”

interesting

vEry interesting

yoongi despises strawberry but it seems like he doesn’t despise you

it is univERsally known that sundays are meant to be day-offs

you’re supposed to sleep in on sundays

you go out for bRUnch on sundays

you most certainly don’t wake up at 8am and spend twO hours getting ready and then take an uber down to the mechanics shop to see the cute boy who works there

normal people don’t dO THAT

“what are you doing here? it’s sunday…” even yoongi is confused as to why you’re here

hE doesn’t even want to be here

“i know, i just… y’know, i was bored, so-“

“you came all the way here because you were bored?” yoongi’s brows knit together and you feel your cheeks flush

you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before pursing your lips “…yes?” you look around and realise that no one else is in sight “where is everyone?”

“…it’s sunday.” yoongi teases and brings his attention back to the faulty hose in his hands

god

what is wrong with the hose today yoongi slaps it against his palm a couple of times

his brows furrow in frustration before he gives it a good tWisT-

SCHKKKKKKKKKK

oH Okay there it is

“there we go!” yoongi twists it back to turn it off “i think i might need to invest in a new hose because i just wasted like 10 minutes trying to turn it on“ he looks up at you

OH MY GOD

you’re gawkinG like a fish and all the blood drains from yoongi’s face when he realizes what just happened  

oh mygOD

he’s going to have to work for the rest of his life to pay for your dry cleaning

he’s going to have to sell his shop and that won’t even be enough to cover the cost of cleaning your gucci purse

“y/n… shit… i am sO sorry….” yoongi swallows thickly because you still haven’t responded  

you drop your purse on the floor and yoongi presses his lips together

t-the gucci is soaking wet

ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᶜᶜᶦ ᶦˢ ˢᵒᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵉᵗ

hooOooOOOLY SHit he wants to die

he wants to die!!!!!!!!!!!

he wants to guZZLe a gallon of petrol and just DIE

you’re going to sue him

no

you’re going to get your dad to sue him which is even worse

he drops the hose to the floor with a clatter before turning to grab the rag sitting on the hood of the truck  

“i’ll get you another towel but you can use this to dry off for no- WHAT-“ not even a seCOND goes by and all of a sudden there’s water being dumpED right on top of him  

and to make matters worse

this is soapy water used to wash the car

he’s dripping with dirty soapy water from head to toe

“there. now we’re even!” you let out a sigh and set the bucket down before wiping your hands on the back of your leggings even though that does absolutely NOTHING

“…you have three seconds.”

you’re still wiping your hands on your leggings “three seconds to- oH MY GOD WAIT-“ you begin sprinting as soon as yoongi moves into action and the next thing you know he’s chasing you around the garage with the hose

you two are acting like chiLDREN

“yOONGI NO” you shriek when you feel cold water blast against you once again

your guys laughter bounces off the walls of the garage along with the occasional screEch from you

“get away from me you freAK-“ yoongi cackles when he gets a good blast of water right against your butt causing you to scream even louDer than you already were

you can feel him gaining on you because the pressure of the water is starting to get stronger and stronger

you let out a shriek before bursting into laughter when yoongi wraps his arm around you from behind and you immediately start squirming in his grip

you manage to turn around and the two of you start baTTling for the hose

“giVE it to mE-“ you squeeze your eyes shut because you’re sure getting blasted in the eyeball with water won’t be nice

“over my dead body!!!!!!” yoongi laughs and starts tickling your sides with his free hand

“min yooNGI it’s my turn to-“

“get your grUbby hands off the-“

of course

the floor is now slippery as hell (and yoongi’s water bill is going to be hIGH this month if you two keep going at it lol)

so of course

“woAH-!“

“oh SHIt-“

the nExt thing you know you’re staring up at

well

you’re staring right up at yoongi

“i-“ you have no idea why but your fingers are wrapped around his soaKing wet bicep and you quickly let go and place your hands on either side of you like a damn corpse “hi.”

the hose has been completely abandoned next to you guys and it’s still spurting out water

“hey.” he pants from the exertion of chasing you around the garage and his eyes flicker down to your lips veRy briefly you’re not sure it even happened

he’s settled riGht in between your legs and once you realise this your cheeks flame up

oh my god

dO something

“call it a truce?” you offer meekly and yoongi raises a brow before nodding once

“…i suppose so.” you yeLp in surprise when he suddenly shakes his hair out like a dog and practically assaults you with droplets of water

you scowl playfully and wipe at your cheek

yoongi grins down at you and gets off of you

he stands up and looks down at his sopping wet jumpsuit before offering you a hand “c’mon.” he jerks his head towards the office “let’s dry you up, doll.”

you wring the water out of your blouse and yelp quietly when you feel cold droplets of water splatter onto your bare foot

also

this YSL mascara was noT worth the money because you look like a raccoon right now

“i have an extra shirt somewhere… ah, here we are!”

you look at yoongi in the mirror of your compact as he emerges from the office with a-

oh good god

what is that

you clap your compact shut and tuck it back into your purse before spinning around and letting your eyes trail down to the….

can u even call that a shirt

“i refuse to put that thing on my body.” you can’t even bring yourself to reach out and take the raggedy denim button-up from yoongi because it just looks so.,.,.,.,.,. grOSS

“aw, c’mon! it’s cute! denim is super trendy.”

“why is it so dirty??”

“they’re just grease stains!! i swear!” yoongi brings the shirt up to his nose and takes a fAT whiff “anD i washed it!”

“well you can either wear this oR you can wear your sopping wet clothes.” yoongi points to the garBage bag containing all your soaking wet belongings and you let out a groan before reaching out and taking the shirt from him

“if it’ll make you feel better i have a pen here and i can just write gucci on the label!”

“ha-ha, very funny.,,., i accept louis vuitton as well”

“i’m going to see if i have any clothes for myself” yoongi disappears into the office again and you work quickly to rip your soPping wet clothes off as quickly as possible

“you know, i can always hook you up with some better quality shirts!” you start buttoning yourself up and you bring your arm up to your nose to give the sleeve a little sniff

it smells like his cologne >:)

you tug the shirt down a little bit and look behind you to make sure your ass isn’t hanging out and saying peekaboo

it’s big enough to the point where it covers everything appropriately and also it reaches mid-thigh

but if you bent down you’d definitely be giving everyone a show lol

“we can stick your logo on the back and everything-“

“sorry, what’d you say? i didn’t catch that.”

you turn around to face yoongi “i was saying that i- oH“

o-OH My GO D

R E D  A L E R T

your heart literally stops at the sight of a very, very shirtless yoongi

he shakes his hair out before running a hand through it with a sigh “luckily i had some spare clothes here otherwise i’d have to drive you home completely naked…”

you are bAREly paying attention to a word he is saying right now

this is it

min yoongi is one of the seven wonders of the world

he has a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and not to be nsfW but he might,..,,. not be wearing any briefs right now.,..,

you glance back up at his face and clear your throat when you realise he’s staring right back at you with the teeniest of smirks

“what’s the matter, doll? cat got your tongue?”

the cat don’t but that diCK dO

“your carriage awaits, madam” yoongi bows and gestures towards his pick up truck

“why, thank you, kind sir.” you gladly take his hand and he helps you into the truck

the car ride consists of you and yoongi continuing to get to know each other a lil more

the conversation flows very smoothly and easily between the two of you and that makes u happy :-))))

you tell him about that one time you thought there was a robber in your house but it turned out to be a squirrel which is moRE confusing because how the hell did the squirrel make it up so high

yoongi tells you about that one time he was staying late at the shop and hE thought there was a robber in the garage but it was just a drunk jungkook tripping over a stack of tires

you ask him about his family and he asks you about yours

you tell him you love ur mom and dad a lot but you’re suPer glad to be living on your own because it gets overwhelming sometimes

yoongi says he has a good relationship with his family too (but they weren’t pleased when he came home for new years and they discovered his tATTOO SLEEVE and his BLEACHED HAIR)

he tells you about his lil dog named holly (who he misses so much!!!!!) and you tell him about your pet turtle walter who lives at home with your parents

you find out that his favourite pizza toppings are pepperonis and pineapples and you fULLY roast him for that disgusting combination

and then he finds out that your favourite pizza toppings are spinach leaves, fire-grilled chicken, and caramelised red onions and he’s like okay miss bouGIe do u realise how much more expensive my pizza would be if i asked for fire-grilled chicken  

he listens to hip-hop most of the time but he does have a soft spot for ariana grande and halsey

he bEgs you not to say anything to the boys

he’s not insecure about his masculinity or anything

he just doesn’t want them to bLAST break up w ur boyfriend i’m bored in the shop all day even tho it’s a B O P

“okay, turn into the roundabout here…” you point towards the penthouse buildings once yoongi drives past the gates (u live in a gaTed community u r so bougie!!!!!!!!!)  

“this building? the one with the… marBle fountain?”

“mhm, you got it.” you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to smile at him “thank you for the ride and the shower.”

“anytime, doll.” yoongi plays along and his right eye drops in a wink

he chews on the inside of his cheek nervously

should he go for it

,.,..,

yeah he’s going to go for it

“hey, by the way-“ he stops you before you can hop out of the truth “the guys and i are hanging out this friday at this club we usually go to... don’t feel pressured to say yes or anything but if you wanna tag along that’d be totally-“

“yEs i would love to!” you blurt out and yoongi pauses and chuckles lightly

omg

yES you definiTEly want to

“okay, i’ll text you the details as soon as i figure out what’s happening.”

“sounds good!!” you shut the door and yoongi rolls the window down

“i’ll see you later then?”

“mhm! by the way - i’m keeping the shirt.”

yoongi snorts and rolls his eyes playfully as he watches you make your way to the entrance

he bites back a smile and leans back against the seat before letting out a breath and turning the truck back on

you really are something

friday can’t come soon enough

oh boy

your bedroom looks like it’s just been hit by a tornado

because it is a mEss

“i have nothing to wear!” you whine to nobody in particular as you stand in the middle of your walk-in closet and look around at the racks and racKs of clothing surrounding you

first you tried a tank top tucked into a pair of jeans and a sensible cardigan but then you remembered riGHt i’m going to a club i’m not going to the LIBRARY

and then you tried this brand new dress from chanel but you decided it was too ~avant-garde~ (u don’t really know what that means but that’s how the lady described it to you when she was selling it to you) for the club

and theN you tried a jumpsuit kinda thing but you’re not going to want to completely strIP down and sit on the toilet butt-ass naked when you have to pee

but u know what

after 2 hours (yes, TWO hours) of going through your closet you think you’ve finally pieced a sensible outfit together

it’s a baby blue slip dress (you bought it to match with beeper and u will shamelessly admit that) and you pair it with these adorable strappy platform sandals and of course a brand new gucci clutch  

hm

you look so cuTe you love this outfit

you kinda look like an early 2000s bratz doll and you’re,.,.,. ObseSsed with that

also

if someone compliments you on your outfit you’re definitely going to hit them with a “oh, this old thing? i just threW it on!”

no one will ever know it took you 120 minutes to pick (1) blue dress

you’re taking this secret to the GRAVE

yoongi offered to pick you up but you told him you’d be fine getting there by yourself

plus you really wanted to go in fashionably late (not tOO late of course) and just knock the socks off of everyone

you fully accept that you are a tiny bit of an attention whore

>:-)

“i think i should’ve picked her up.” yoongi mutters as he takes the last sip of his beer

it’s 9:30 and you’re stiLL not here

he’s checked his phone literally ten times in twenty minutes to make sure that he hasn’t missed any texts or calls or

“i think you’re overthinking this. she’ll get here! maybe there’s traffic.” jimin pats yoongi’s shoulder before returning to his conversation with hoseok

“and even if she doesn’T come you can still have fun with us!” jungkook points out and yoongi frowns “what??? we’re just as fun as y/n!!”

“we might be just as fun as y/n but yoongi doesn’t wanna make out with you like he does y/n-“

“soRRY you guys my uber dropped me off like three blocks away from here for some reason and i didn’t realise how hard it was walking in platform sandals” yoongi jumps in surprise when you suddenly poP out of nowhere

“this is why i should’ve picked you u-“ yoongi turns his head and finally gets a good look at you

shit you look good

he’s.,,.,. never seen your bAre legs before but he most definitely wants to bury his face in between them!!!!!!

oops

“are you two done checking each other out yet?” taehyung raises a brow and you and yoongi break gazes immediately

yoongi looks up at the little lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and you look towards the bowl of pretzels sitting on the table

namjoon smacks tae’s arm scoldingly

quick change the subject

“have you guys just been sitting here this whole time?” you take a seat next to yoongi and you’re hAPPy to report that he doesn’t move when the side of your thigh presses up against him

you’re used to seeing yoongi in a jumpsuit (which is hot) or like a plain white tee tucked into a pair of jeans (which is aLso hot) but tonight he looks extra EXTRA hot

he’s wearing all bLAck tonight

black t-shirt

black ripped jeans

black bomber jacket

he even smells sexy

he smells like that denim shirt that’s hanging in ur closet

oH and he’s wearing a bandana and for some reason the sight of him in a bandana makes you s w e a t

yoongi leans back and drapes an arm over the back of the booth and you’re vEry tempted to snuggle right into him but unfortunately the two of you are noT at that stage yet

“this is our third bowl of pretzels and our second round of beers, so no, we haven’t just been sitting here this whole time.” jungkook points out smartly and you nod understanDably

he’s such a dweeb

you love it

alright well

apparently the party don’t start til you walk in

you give yoongi’s thigh a couple pats before pointing at the bar “i’m gonna go get us some shots!” you grin excitedly as you slide out of the booth

all of the boys sit in silence until they all decide you’re at a safe distance away from them

“…..she touched your thiGhHhHhhhH” taehyung wiggles his brows and yoongi scoffs and rolls his eyes

“so what?”

“…yo diCK is close to your thiGhHhHhhhH”

“so in a way she indirectly touched your dick” jungkook holds his hand out for a fist bump

yoongi looks at the two of them in an unimpressed manner

“hi, can i get a round of kamikazes please?” you smile politely at the bartender before handing him your card

you gon be honest

you don’t actually know what a kamikaze is

you googled a list of shots on your way here and kamikaze was on that list

there’s also a type of shot called a blowjob but you’re not sure how it’s going to go down if you ask the bartender for a round of blowjobs

“what’s a pretty little thing like you doing at a place like this?” you jump in surprise when someone suddenly appears next to you and you’re about to run away in fear but then you get a better look at this guy

there’s no other way to describe it

this binch looks just as Expensive as you

you recognise that limited edition gold rolex that wink at you under the shoddy lighting

“…i could say the same for you” you raise a brow before turning to face the bar again

whY is the bartender taking so long

the guy laughs and tilts his head back a little before leaning forward and offering you a smirk “i’m seokjin. and you are?”

“not interested.” you clap back immediately jin raises his hands in defence but doesn’t back off

“feisty, aren’t we?”

“only when we have to be.” you shrug casually

“fair enough.” he hums and drums his fingers against the counter

a beat of silence goes by and you’re surprised he hasn’t made anoTher move

this guy seems harmless enough so you figure that giving him your name won’t be the woRst decision you’ll ever make in your life

plus the bartender is really taking his sweet time with those drinks and you’re getting bored

“i’m y/n.” you stick your hand out and jin’s eyes flicker down to your hand before he takes it graciously and gives you a firm shake

“well, it’s very nice to meet you. are you here by yourself?”

you snort immediately and shake your head “i wouldn’t come here by myself.” the bartender pauses and raises a brow at you and you give him a sheepish smile “no offence.”

if you thought your drinks were taking a long time to be made they’re going to take even lonGer now

good job u goober

“can i at least buy you a drink? maybe you can come over to my booth and we can chit-chat, see where that takes us…”

“or you could just buy me a drink and we can go our separate ways from there.” you grin and jin tilts his head before letting out a small laugh

“is that how you’re going to play it, sweetheart?” the thin gold chain hanging around his neck shimmers slightly as he shifts and leans closer to you

“i pholhd yew i could fit more phretfulz into my mouf fhan yew” jungkook mumbles and a pretzel falls out of his mouth

jimin is crAcking up at the sight of taehyung practically drooling all over himself

namjoon looks disappointed and hoseok looks vEry amused

yoongi glances over at the bar and furrows his brows in confusion when he sees you talking to,.,.., someone you’re obviously very comfortable with if you’re letting him tuck your hair behind your ear like that

whoever this fella is

he’s wearing a crisp button-up tucked into a pair of slacks and he has his sleeves rolled up (and he knows how weak u r for rolled up sleeves because you always get really moon-eyed when hE rolls his sleeves up)

yoongi clears his throat and shifts in his seat

what was he thinking???  

christ

you guys are from two different worlds

what

was

he

thinking!!!

inviting you here?? and you’RE paying the shots omg he should’ve gone up there to pay for the shots

“miss, your round of kamikazes?”

“be a gentleman, kihyun. why don’t you deliver her shots to her friends for her?” jin points over at yoongi and the others and kihyun nods obediently

“oH oh you really don’t have to- okay never mind”

jin is a nice guy but also u want to go back to ur friends

“so, where were we?”

“you were about to buy me a drink and i was going to accept the drink and then leave” you joke and turn to look over your shoulder juSt in time to see kihyun setting the tray down on the table

okay you know what

one drink isn’t going to hurt

you’ll just enjoy onE drink and then you’ll leave

that way the boTh of you are satisfied..,,.ish

yoongi can’t help but glance over at the bar agaIN and he rolls his eyes when he catches the sight of you throwing your head back in laughter at something

who the hell does this guy think he is anyway

and what kinda guy who dresses like thAt would want to hang out here

no

he’s overthinking it

“hey, your friend told me to bring the shots here. seven kamikazes.”

“OoOohHH yeah lets gET IT” jungkook reaches for a shot as soon as the tray is set down and it goes down his hatch in 0.1 seconds

uh

okay wow

obviously you’re not interested in hanging out with them anymore because you’re stiLL with that guy at the var aND you got the bartender to deliver the shots over so you could kEEP talking to mr. perfect over there

“ooh, these are good!!”

“veRy citrusy”

“are we sure there’s even alcohol in this because it kinda just tastes like orange juice”

“you think we can order more?”

yoongi’s shot is the only one left untouched

jungkook reaches over to tap his shoulder

“hyung, you gonna take a shot?”

yoongi clenches his jaw and reaches over blindly for the shot glass

he tilts his head back and swallows it before setting the glass down firmly

“jEez it wasn’t like i was going to take it or anything” jungkook mutters under his breath

whAtever

yoongi wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

you’re allowed to flirt with whoever you’d like

it’s not like you guys have a thing or anything

you even told him you didn’t want him to come and pick you up so obviously you’ve established that this is a friendship and nothing more

it’s fine

yeah

you guys don’t have a thing

which means hE can flirt with whoever he’d like as well

“anywaYs you’re very nice, jin, but i don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything…” you smile sheepishly and scratch the back of your neck

you don’t want to tell this complete stranGer about the ins and outs of your will-they-won’t-they relationship with yoongi but you are vEry much tipsy and tipsy y/n just does not have a filter whatsoever “i’m here with yoongi!!!!!!” you clear your throat and gesture towards where the boys are

that strawberry margarita was really good

you could probably drink like twelveteen more of those  

jin glances over your shoulder and raises a peRfect brow (you need to ask him where he gets his brows done because woW)

“which one is this yoongi?” he looks back at you

uh

you weren’t expecting to be quEstioned like this

“uh, he’s the one with the-“ you turn to glance over your shoulder

huh

yoongi isn’t at the table

“well he’s around here someWhere he’s wearing a bandana and he has a tattoo sleeve you know he’s reALLy not that hard to spot-“

“oh! i see him!” you perk up immediately and try to follow jin’s line of sight “you mean the one dancing with my friend?”

wait what

“your friend? where’s your friend-“ the moment your eyes land on yoongi and jin’s friend you feel every single droplet of blood draining from your face

oh boy

yep

that’s yoongi alright

she has a hand tangled up in his hair while the other is running down his chest

he leans down as she says something in his ear and you see him laugh

the two of them continue to sway to the beat and you feel sick to your stomach when you notice her push yoongi’s hand down from her waist to her bum

you immediately turn back to face jin and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment

u just told this guY that you were here with another guY only to find out that the guy that you came with looks like he’s having a greAt time with someone else  

yikes

“for the record - i would never do that to you.” he asks “chivalry is hard to find nowadays, no?”

you swallow thickly and try to snap yourself out of it

it’s not a big deal

yoongi can do whatever he wants

it’s not like he’s showing romantic interest in you just because he invited you to hang out with him

you’re just one of the bros

“say- how about you and your friends join my friends and i in the vip room? the more, the merrier!” jin nods in acknowledgement as the bartender sets a tray of shots down on the counter for him

“uh, maybe! maybe. thank you for the drink, by the way.” you smile politely and watch as he heads towards the velvet door with a gold VIP label on it

how faNcy  

you weren’t going to mention anything to the guys but they asked you what took you so long and the moment the phrase ‘vip section’ slips out of your mouth all the boys immEdiately slide out of the booth and head to said section

you and jimin bumped into yoongi on the dance floor on the way there and you kinda just.,.., awkwardly trailed behind him and his new gal pal as aLL of you made your way over there

anyways

now you’re here

in this truly unfortunate situation

and you are praying to all the gods to just make a black hole appear in the ground and swallow you up

first of all

you didn’t know how Big this room was

and you didn’t know that one person (jin) could have so many frienDS

because you are sitting in a circle with probabLy like twenty-ish (or more) other people (including the boys of course)

the point is you want to be literaLLy anywhere else BUT here right now

“i’m assuming everybody knows the rules of the game-“ jin sets the empty bottle of beer in the centre of the circle and you feel your palms starting to sweat because heLLO you don’T know the rules of the game

also you don’t know haLF these people

a couple of the girls introduced themselves to you but you have horrible memory so their names went into one ear and riGht out the other in like 0.1 seconds

“maybe you should, like, go over the rules one more time to… y’know, to refresh our memories!” you clear your throat and feel your cheeks heat up when you catch jennie snickering

“okay, well… you spin the bottle, and whoever the bottle points at, you have to kiss them for ten seconds.”

“it’s pretty self-explanatory.” one of the other girls mutter

you take your bottom lip in between your teeth nervously “what happens if you don’T wanna kiss that person?”

“then you have to take off an article of clothing.”

wait what

t-that doesn’t sound like regular spin the bottle

thaT’s not how they do in the movies!!!!! everyone’s clothes stay ON in the movies!!!!!  

and then you realise

you oNLY have a dress on

you don’t have a cardigan or a jacket or anything

so if you don’t wanna kiss anybody you’re going to have to take your dress off

in front of all these people!!!!!!!!!!

can i get a thank u nEXT

“um, i have another question!” your hand shoots up into the air “what if instead of taking a piece of clothing off you take a shot instead?”

“ah, that’s a good idea! if you don’t want to kiss your person, then you take a shot aND you take a piece of clothing off!” jin claps his hands together “good thinking, y/n!”

WAIT WHAT

nO you would like to retrACT your statement omg

so

you can safely say that this is one of the WORST experiences in your life

it’s about twenty minutes into the game

they actually changed the rules again so now you take a shot regardless of if you want to kiss your person or not

needless to say everybody is pretty hammered right now

except you of course

you’re like KindA tipsy

like giggly tipsy!!!! jin just keeps ordering margaritas for you and it would be ruDE of you to reject them

but you haven’t taken any shots yet

because you are one of the only people who hasn’t gotten a chance to spin the bottle yet (thank god)

you also are one of the only people who the bottle hasn’t landed on yet (which is also a thank goD)

“hey”

you turn to look at jin and a smile twitches at your lips when he hiccups

his cheeks are rosy and he’s glowing a bit

loVe that for him

“what do yoU want” you tease

“is there a mirror in your pants?”

“i’m not wearing pants.” you point out and gesture to your dress

“yah- can you just play along??” jin scoffs and pinches your arm

“okAy okay fine go on”

“-because i can seE myself in them” he beams proudly

you snort and roll your eyes playfully before whacking his bicep as he bursts into squeaKy giggles

“you think you’re funny?” you tease and jin nudges his elbow against yours

“you don’t think i’m funny??”

“i absolutely don’t think you’re funny”

“oOOh i have another one”

“can’t be any worse that that mirror one”

“the word of the day is legs.”

“is it?”

“let’s say we head back to your place and spread the word.”  he purrs into your ear and you nEARly screech

“jiN!!!!” you gasp and turn to gawk at him “that’s hoRRIBle you FreAK”

yoongi clenches his jaw when he sees you smack jin’s arm as the two of you continue giGGling away at god knows what

whatever he said can’t possibly be thAt funny

“my turn!!!” jennie gets up onto her knees and shuffles towards the bottle

you suddenly stop laughing because oh no it’s jennie’s turn

with a quick fliCk of her wrist she sends the bottle spinning

okay

logically speaking there is a 1/28 chance of it landing on you

but more importantly

logically speaking there is a 1/28 chance of it landing on a certain someone else who shall not be named but it’s pretty obvious who you don’T want it to land on

your nails dig into the meat of your palm as you watch the bottle intently

you don’t get a chance to continue worrying about the logistics of the situation because jin taps your shoulder again

good

you need a distraction anyways

she spun it really violently so it seems like it’s going to take a while to get there lol

“hEy hey hey i’ll give u a nickel if u tickle my pickle”

you snort immediately and shake your head

“i’ll give you a nickel to shuT up” you reach over to flick his forehead “we met like forty minutes ago but i am confident in saying that you only think with your dick”

“in thAt case would you like to blow my mind?”

chRIST

it neVER ENDS

yoongi sets his beer down slowly when the he realises the bottle is pointing right at him

he swallows thickly

oh boy

his eyes flicker up and he sees jennie looking right at him with bEdroOm eyes

and then he hears you and jin craCking up and he turns his head to look at you guys

…..,.,,.,.

what if jin takes you home tonight

what if jin takes you home tonight

well

FINe

if jin takes you home tonight then he’s allowed to take jennie home tonight

yoongi’s eyes flicker back to jennie and he gestures towards himself before leaning back against one palm “get over here.”

“c’mon now, that one was really good!”

“if you ever approach someone with that line you’re going to get slapped-“ you immediately lose your train of thought when you turn your head to see jennie and yoongi fuLLy going at it

“and that’s 10 seconds!”

yoongi’s the first to pull away and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

he ain’t gon lie

that was kind of slobbery

her lip gloss is also sickLY sweet

“y/n, you’re the only one who hasn’t spun yet! why don’t you give it a try?” jin nudges your side and you snap out of it and look at the bottle “i know yoongi’s technically supposed to be spinning now but we should give you a shot at it before someone goes twice.”

“oh, i don’t- um, i don’t… i think i might just skip my turn.” you smile nervously

your heart is haMMering away in your chest

there are a million and one thoughts running through your mind right now and the amount of alcohol that’s flowing through your veins probably isn’t helping to calm you down

u just

u really liked yoongi :-(

you’ve had so much fun spending time with him for the past couple of weeks

but obviously you aren’t his type

which is okay! that’s fine

everything’s fine

also

you don’t want to play this game because you don’t want your first kiss to be because of spIN the bottle

“c’mon, y/n. we aren’t getting any younger here, girl!”

“o-okay! okay, i’m- i’ll spin.” you clear your throat before leaning over and grasping the bottle

you give it a good agGREssive spin and watch as it goes round and round and round and round

oh boy

this sucks

you thought he liked u back

like you really REALLy thought he liked you back

he’s just been so nice and sweet to you!!!!!!

well to be fair he kind of has to be nice and sweet to you because you are paying him to fix your verY expensive car

he probably just wanted a faT tip that’s why he’s been so kind

and maybe he only invited you here tonight because you bought lunch for him

also you literally have no experience with situations like this so you can’t assume that he likEs you just because you like him

whatever

you should go for someone like jungkook who’s closer to you in age

well thEre you go again assuming that someone who obviously doesn’t like you likes you

“hey, look at that! it’s your lucky day, y/n!”

you snap out of it aGAIN and look down at the bottle that’s pointing right at

jin

you turn your head to look at him and he immediately flashes you his oh-so-charming smile “get ready for the best 10 seconds of your life, darling”

you immEdiately start to panic when jin reaches up to cup the side of your jaw and your fingers wrap around his wrist tightly

okay

yeah

just go with it

kiss him

he’s a nice guy!!!!! he bought manY drinks for you, he invited you and your friends to his vip room, he’s nice!!!!!

you’re going to give this complete sTRanger your first kiss even though you would much rather give it to yoongi

jin has nice lips though so maybe you can just preTEnd it’s yoo-

“waIT WAIt waIT-“ jin jolts in surprise before his eyes pop open and he blinks at you “i- my lips are chapped.”  

his eyes flicker down to your lips and you feel your cheeks flush when his thumb brushes over your bottom lip “they feel awfully smooth to me.”

he starts leaning in again

and in the corner of your eye you see yoongi leaning in and whispering something into jennie’s ear

she places her hand on his knee and starts sliding it up his thigh

and you don’t know what happens

but you snAp

“what the hell is wrong with you??”

y i k e s

jin’s eyes pop open and he’s about to retaliate but he realises you’re not even looking at him

you’re looking at yoongi

yoongi furrows his brows before scoffing and look around the circle “is this part of the game?” he jokes and there’s like a scAtter of nervous laughter

“i’m-“ you look around the circle as well and swallow thickly

ok

maybe u just embarrassed urself a little bit by your outburst

a couple people are avoiding eye contact with you

namjoon presses his lips together and looks down when you look at him

hoseok is giving you a pity-infused smile

and jungkook

jungkook fell asleep on one of the girls

“i’m- uh, i should go.” you mutter and get up off the ground “soRRy about that, you guys!” you clear your throat and gesture to the bottle “someone else can take my turn!”

“i’ll spin!” jin claps his hands together when a beat of silence goes by “if ya can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen!” he jokes

another round of scattered laughter

at least there’s less awKward tension

you can feel how hot your face is from under your makeup

at least it’s full coverage so no one will ever be able to tell that your face is on FIRE

the chilly air sobers you up a little more as you push the door open

you let out a breath and pull your phone out to call an uber

you just want to go home

wipe all this makeup off

wash your hair

maybe you’ll take a bubble bath

do a face mask

“y/n, wait-“ the momeNT you hear yoongi’s voice all hell breaks loose once again

you are AN G RY

“let gO of me-!” you shove yoongi’s hand off your wrist before whipping around and adjusting your purse on your shoulder with a huff

yoongi immediately raises his hands in defence before he furrows his brows at you “what the hell was that all about?? are you ok-“

“is this just a game to you??”

yoongi blinks at you before scratching the back of his neck

“is… is the game… just a game to me?”

“no i’m not talking about the stUpid game yoongi i’m talking about-“ you pause because you don’t really know hoW to word this without sounding like an obsessive maniac “i don’t understand you! i thought you- you’re just sO fruSTRATING”

yoongi scoffs immEdiately and crosses his arms

“i don’t think you’re allowed to say that when you were the one flirting with jin like craZy”

“i wasn’t- i wasn’t flirting with him!”

“you totALLy were! someone would have to be blind if they thought you weren’t flirting with him!”

“you were the one who literally mADE out with someone else!!!”

“y/n, it was a game-“

“i just don’t think it’s fair that yOU were the one who invited me to this hole in the wall and then yOU go off and start making out with someone else and dancing and-“

“well you know what i am so so sorry for taking you to this grubby hole in the wall!” yoongi snaps and you shut up immediately “you know what, you’re right, i think it’d be better if you just left.”

“i think it’d be better if we just nEver saw each other again!” you snap and cross your arms “we’re compLETE opposites-“

“sounds good to me!!! we’re from two diFFerent worlds so you should heAd back to the land of elitists because i- oh! should i hail a cab for you or is that too gross and poor for little miss spoilt brat??” yoongi’s tone is sO patronising and you’re (this) close to slapping him across the face “what’s the matter?? something doesn’t go your way so the firSt thing you do is sTorm out like a child????”

“excuse me?!” you hiss and shove at his chest “you’re an asshole. you’re an asshole!”

you already feel angry tears prickling at your eyes as you whip around

“fuck, y/n, wait-!”

all you know is that you don’t ever want to see min yoongi ever again and you’d be happy to get in your car and run him over and over and over and ovER agAIN

and suddenly you’re reminded that you don’t have a car to run him over with because your car is in hIS damn SHOP

“y/n, i didn’t mean-“

somehow you manage to cross the street without tripping over yourself and you pick up the pace to get as far away from yoongi as possible

god

what a night

you should’ve stayed home

the moment you step into the penthouse everything just seems to go wrong

your keys fall the ground with a clatter

you nearly trIp and fall flat on your face as you undo your sandals

you toss your clutch onto the couch but it bounces off the pillows and falls to the ground

you head straight to your bedroom and the second you throw yourself onto the bed you burst into tears

you hate everything

everything sucks

min yoongi espeCially sucks

you hate that he,.,.,. he patronised and belittled you like that

you haTe that he made all those comments about you being a spoilt brat because everyone who’s ever been mean to you have made those exact comments and you never thought yoongi would be one of those people

okay look

you don’t want to be one of those rich people but you can’t help it!!!! yes you’ve always had more of a comfortable lifestyle (which is completely out of your control like wtf you didn’t chOOSe to be born into a well-off family) but like.,., at the same time it’s isolated you

throughout elementary school and high school you know for a fact you were invited to all those parties and dinners only because people knew that you’d be the one who’d get them the most expensive presents (you got this one girl a purse from louis vuitton one year and the next year when you got her a bag of gummy bears ((because she liKED guMMY BEARs)) she literally threw them into the bin and you were like??? and then when you apologised and gave her a necklace from tiffany’s she immediately forgave you and you did noT like that vibe) or you’d be the one who was always like “i’ll get the bill!!!! no worries!!!!!!”

and now we’re back to square 1

completely alone

because you’ll never be anything more than little miss spoilt brat who maxes out daddy’s credit card and pouts when she doesn’t get what she wants  

oh my god

you’re going to be become one of those rich old ladies who don’t have anybody to share their huGe mansions with

“hyung? you alright?” jungkook asks meekly

as soon as yoongi ran out after you all of the boys did the same

of course they kept their distance but they heard evErything from your guys’ conversation

and now yoongi’s just standing by the truck

namjoon clears his throat before jingling the keys in his fingers (they fell out of yoongi’s pocket when he ran out) “i’ll drive because i only took that one shot and i’m pretty sure it’s worn off-“

all of a sudden yoongi swINgs his fist and drives it sTraight into the side mirror

hoseok yelps in surprise and jimin immediately slaps a hand over his mouth

the mirror immediately cracks and shatters into pieces before splintering onto the ground

yoongi’s panting slightly as he inspects the damage on boTh the mirror and his fist

droplets of blood splatter onto the floor among the pieces of glass

he clenches his fist and watches as crimson continues to ooze out of the fresh wound

yoongi opens the door and hops into the truck before slamming the door shut

everyone else kinda looks at each other

poor jungkook has gone has white as a sheet of paper because he gets vEry queasy over the sight of blood

“he bent the mirror.” tae squeaks out

he did noT know yoongi was capable of causing that much damage

“everyone get into the truck. now.” namjoon hisses lowly and everyone scuRries to get in

the shards of glass crunch underneath the tires as namjoon pulls out of the parking spot

yoongi stays silent the entire ride back

he doesn’t flinch when namjoon tends to his wounds and literally pulls a thin sliver of glass out from his knuckles

it sTings and burns like hell but it doesn’t show on his face

it’s fine

yoongi knows he deserves the pain.

it has officially been twelve days since the blowout

and yoongi thinks he’s losing his mind

he can’t stop thinking about you

he can’t stop thinking about how your eyes glazed over and your bottom lip trembled

how your voice wavered as you shoved at his chest and called him an asshole

it doesn’t matter

you two would’ve never worked out anyway so maybe this fight was for the best

he just won’T come in to work the day you come and pick your car up

yeah! it doesn’t matter at all

all you are is an entitled trust fund baby who whines when she doesn’t get what she wants and when you dO get what you want it’s simply not enough

but oh

yoongi knows he’s just lying through his teeth when he says that

you’re noT just this one-dimensional princess

there’s more to you than just that

there’s so much more to you

you’re so kindhearted and generous

hE was the one who fucked up

hE was the one who got weirdly insecure and completely lashed out on you

hE was the one who made out with that jennie girl in front of you knowIng that there was something between the two of you even though it had never been established

he knEW that you liked him yet he still pulled all that shit

why?????? WHY?????

anyways

he hasn’t made a move to text or call you because he knows you’re not going to respond to him

he did draft out this long long text message but he ended up deleting it

and he was going to leave a voicemail but it was just really awkward and also he ran out of time

it kept beeping on him before he could finish his speech

he knows he’s the last person you want to hear from right now

yoongi looks down at his wrapped up knuckles and slowly makes a fist

oW

why couldn’t he have punched a piLLOW

yoongi swivels around in his chair when he hears a gentle knock on the door

“what do you want?” he gets straIght to the point and jimin raises a brow before deciding it’s okay to let himself in

“uh, i just need you to sign off on this order.” he places the clipboard on the desk

yoongi’s pen glides over the dotted line quickly and he clicks it before shoving it back into the pen holder

“cool, thanks.” jimin nods and picks the clipboard back up

before he can make it to the door yoongi speaks up again

“can i ask you something?”

jimin turns to glance over his shoulder before he turns all the way so he can face yoongi

he has a feeling he knows where this is going

“you guys heard everything, didn’t you?”

“heard wha-“

“you know what i’m talking about.” yoongi says gently

jimin knows it’s best noT to beat around the bush

after all he doesn’t want to end up like that side mirror

lol

.,,.,too soon?

“um, yes. yes, we heard everything. we didn’t mean to, though, we just ran out because-“

“on a scale from 1 to 10 how badly did i fuck it up with y/n?”

god damnit

he should’ve gotten jungkook to come in here and ask yoongi to sign the sheet

jimin immediately presses his lips together and avoids yoongi’s gaze “with all due respect hyung i really don’t think it’s any of my business-“

“i just need you to be honest with me because i have no idea what to do and i-“

“like a 20. like a colossal 20.” jimin blurts out and offers him a shrug when yoongi stares at him in shoCK

twenty????? TWENTY OUT OF TEN

yoongi lets out a groan and leans back against his chair and he stares at the ceiling fan whirring around and around

he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes and curses to himself

“do you like her?”

“of course i like her, you moron.” yoongi scoffs and shoots him a dirty look

“hey you know what i don’t have to help you if i don’t want to.” jimin starts to get up and yoongi reaches out to grab onto his wrist

he lets out a sigh “i’m… i’m sorry. i know you’re just trying to help, i’m just kiNDa all over the place right now”

jimin plops back down on the seat

“so you like her?”

“as we’ve established already yeS i do like her”

“well why don’t you just tell her that?”

“i don’t… i can’t.” yoongi exasperates and tilts his head back before folding his hands on his stomach

“what do you mean?? it’s obvious she likes you back. or she at least likeD you back. i’m not sure about it with the present situation.”

yoongi gives him a warning look

“i’m not… i’m not for people like her, y’know?”

jimin snorts and leans back against the chair “what’s that supposed to mean? are you from mars? are you not human?”

“not like thAt! she’s supposed to be with like… i don’t know, a businessman or a manager or-“

“you’re a businessman aNd a manager-“

“of a car repair shop, jimin. not like some biG shot car repair shop either.”

“you’re overthinking this big time. i’m not going to sit here and deliver a whole speech about you need to follow your heart and all that bullshit - at the end of the day, y/n obviously likes you for you. so get your head out of your ass and talk to her before it’s too late.”

“what if it’s already too late?”

“trust me, it’s not. knowing y/n she probably would’ve broken into the shop in the middle of the night to get her car back if she never wanted to see you again.”

yoongi can’t help but laugh at the sight of you picking a lock with like a gucci hairpin or something

“…can i clock out early because i helped you?”

“absolutely not.”

you spoon a bite of coco puffs into your mouth and chew slowly

yuck

room temperature cereal is not pleasant

mushy cereal is not pleasant either

would not recommend

0/10

you toss the bowl into the sink carelessly and winCe at the loud clank

oops

you haven’t been up to a lot lately in the past twelve days

you go to class

you go home

you do work

you turn netflix on

you eat dinner

you take a shower

you go to bed

time seems to have meshed together nowadays

you just feel so

..,drained

your phone buzzes on the counter and your heart drops to your stomach when you see the contact name

‘min mechanics’

o no

you’re not ready

you don’t want to talk to him

your finger hovers over the decline button but it seems that your finger has a mind of its own because-

“oh shit-“ you pick the phone up as soon as you hit the accept button “hello?” you clear your throat

“y/n? hey! it’s namjoon.” you can’t help but let out a breath of relief because if it was yoongi who called you would not have known how to react

“joon, what’s up?”

“beeper is ready for you!! we polished him up and everything! you can come pick him up whenever you’d like.”

“…you can’t drive him to my place or anything?”

you hear namjoon let out a sigh from the other end of the phone

“i could do that for you… but i think you and yoongi have some things to talk about.”

“i don’t want to talk to him.” you murmur and namjoon hEars the pout in your voice

“i know you don’t, but you know you need to talk to him. it’s definitely going to be awkward but-”

“i don’t even think he wants me around, namjoon. he said it himself, we’re from two different worlds!” you huff and flop down on your bed

“obviously it’s none of my business but i just… yoongi’s happier when you’re around, y’know? and i know for a fact that he makes you just as happy - it’s pretty obvious you two are… into each other, and i just think it’d suck if you let this bump in the road ruin your relationship with him… he’s stubborn, i know…”

“he said a lot of hurtful things, joon.” you feel your eyes starting to water as you’re forCed to relive the memory “like, a lot of hurtful things.”

“i know he did. i- i don’t know what to say about that but you have to believe me when i say yoongi is not that kind of person. just… please come?”

well

it looks like you don’t have much of a choice because you do need your car back

“…i’ll swing by later, joon.”

you heard namjoon let out a breath of relief “that’s great, y/n, that’s so great. i’ll see you later!”

yes

you will noT regret this

plus you do want to clear the air with yoongi even though you hate confrontation

anD you want to apologise because it wasn’t right for you to freak out like that when he was with that other girl

you guys hadn’t established any kind of relationship so it simply didn’t make sense for you to be all bOO-hooey and-

ooH or you could just get a new car so you never have to see him again

maybe you’ll move to greece

live on a vineyard

start your own wine-making business

enjoy fresh pita and hummus and kalamata olives everyday

noPE

don’t do that

don’t throw money at your problems and expect them to go away (even though you can definitely afford to move to greece)

you are noT that cowardly person anymore

“miss? uh, we’re here.” you look out the window and feel your heart starting to race when you see that familiar sign

min mechanics

ok

it’ll be fine

just go in

find namjoon

find beeper

and get the heCk out of here

it was a mistake to wear your boots today because you are doing the complete OPPOSITE of avoiding attention

click clack click clack clickclackclickclackclickclackclickclack

“hey guys” you smile shyly when you pass by the boys

they’re all working together on a convertible and they all look shoCked that you actually came  

aLL the boys are here

which has to mean that yoongi’s around here somewhere

o god

you’re like three seconds away from getting a heart attack

okay nope

just focus

you push the door open and the bell tinkles

“joon,” you are sO relieved to see namjoon sitting behind the counter “sorry i took so long to get here.”

the door to yoongi’s office is closed

thank god

maybe he didn’t come in today

“it’s all good!” namjoon chirps and pulls out a couple sheets of paper from a file before getting up and placing them on the counter ”how have you been? uh, sign here, and here.”

“i’ve been good! a little busy with studying for finals and all that but either than that i’ve been good.” you nod and click the pen “how about you?”

“i’ve been doing well. i’ve been watching these nature documentaries on netflix-“

“-planet earth?” your hand pauses on the sheet and for the firSt time in twelve days you flash a genuine smile

“planet earth!” namjoon laughs lightly “it’s a great series, i love it.”

it’s a good thing you and namjoon have good small-talking skills otherwise it would just be compLETE silence right now

“okay, there you go.” you set the pen down and namjoon takes the sheets from you and double-checks that you signed everything

“i’ll go and get beeper ready for you! just wait here, i’ll be riGht back.”

“wait but-“ before you know it namjoon walks past you and leaves you aloNE in the office and you start chewing on your bottom lip nervously

maybe you can go hide in the washroom til namjoon comes back

yep

sounds like a good plan-

all of a sudden the office door opens and you feel your heart stop

frICK

“hey namjoon have you seen the- …oh, uh…“

“hi.”

“hey.”

a beat of awkward silence goes by

the tension is sO thick and you’ve never been so uncomfortable in your entire life

“i was just- sorry, i was looking for namjoon.”

“oh, he, um, he’s getting bee- my car, he’s getting my car for me.” you clear your throat and gesture towards the front door

“cool, cool.” yoongi slaps a hand against the frame of the door gently and nods

christ this is awkward

what happened to that small-talking skill girL

“alright, y/n! he’s all set and ready to go!” namjoon sticks his head in and he falters when he registers what’s going on

his eyes flicker in between you and yoongi “oh, sorry, was i interrupting-“

“nO no you weren’t! i’m comIng” you move at lightning speed to get as far away from yoongi as possible  

“y/n wait-“ there’s no way in hell yoongi’s going to let you get away agaIN

he’ll find another dang mirror to punch if he lets that happen

namjoon hands him the keys to beeper along with a notepad “you should probably do the final check on the car instead of me”

“yeah, thanks man.” yoongi tucks the notepad into his back pocket before jogging out

“heY jimin did a really good job with the polishing!” you smooth your hands over beeper’s hood “beeper’s blinDing me-“ you turn around and jump in surprise when you see that it’s yoongi standing behind you and not namjoon “….where’s nam-“

“please shut up for like one second.”

ooOOOKAY

noT the greatest opening line!!!!!!!!!!!!

oof

yikes

…,,.yooF

he’s nERVOUS OKAY

he wasn’t expecting to have to deal with this sO quickly

if he’d had known that you were coming today he would’ve prepared some flash cards or something but this is his chance to just be completely real with you and get everything off his chest

“y/n, i’m sorry. really, i am. i’m not very… good with apologies but this is me trying my best.” he clears his throat and he looks like he’s having a hard time collecting everything that he wants to say to you “all the things i said to you… god, i was a complete asshole and you didn’t deserve any of that. i-i didn’t even mean any of that shit i said, y’know? i think i just… i got all weird and insecure because i saw you with jin and i just… it reminded me that we… we’re… i’m… i mean, i’m a mechanic, for crying out loud. i fix cars for a living and he had a damn gold watch that probably costs more than my rent!! i understand if you don’t ever wanna talk to me again, i totally get it, i wouldn’t wanna see me again either after being spoken to like that but i just needed to say sorry to you to let you know that i really, really didn’t mean a word of what i said. you deserve so much better than me.” yoongi shrugs and scratches the back of his neck “i don’t know. it’s stupid. i’m stupid. i don’t-”

“the only difference between you and jin that i really care about is the fact that i don’t like jin, but i… i like you.” you admit shyly and if your face wasn’t red before it certainLy is now “and it doesn’t matter to me that you’re a mechanic, y’know? i’m sorry, too. i said some things that i didn’t mean either… i really appreciated you asking me to hang out with you and the guys and that place wasn’t even that grubby!! i was just being- i don’t know, i think i just mad at you because you.. dId all that with jennie-“

“-which was the worst kiss of my life if that makes you feel any better-“

“i’ll forgive you if you forgive me?” you suggest and yoongi nods enthusiastically

“i will find a way to make it up to you, i swear.”

“also, you’re a moron.”

“wha- well, yeah, i guess i deserve that but-“

“okay now it’s youR turn to shut up for like one second.” you stick your hand up and yoongi clams up immediately “you’re a moron for worrying that i was going to pick jin over you just because he’s a millionaire-“

“he’s a millionaire-!”

“because i could give leSS of a shit about that! you’re really sweet and kind and i think you’re awfully funny aNd not to mention you’re pretty easy on the eyes-“ okay y/n reel it back a bit lmao “a-anyways yeah that’s- look the point is you shouldn’t be insecure over something as silly as your job..,,. in faCt i think the whole mechanic thing is actually kinda sexy”

oKAY that’s noT reeling it back at ALL BUT GREAT GOD JO B you said what you wanted to say

“also…what the hell happened to your hand?”

oh right

yoongi glances down at his wrapped up hand

should he tell you that he punched a side mirror and had a shard of glass stuck in his knuckles

“eh, don’t worry about it. it was just an accident.” he waves it off

hm

you’ll find out soOner or later

“so-“ yoongi clears his throat “…you like me or you like-like me?” yoongi raises a brow and offers you a cocky smirk and you immediately scoff in response and cross your arms before looking in the other direction

“don’t flatter yourself i was just being nice”

“don’t lie to me now” yoongi steps closer to you and hooks a finger under your chin before turning your head so that you’re facing him “you got anything you wanna ask me?”

your eyes immediately widen

well

yes

you have a question for him of course you have a question for him

hoW do you even approach a situation like this do you just bluRt it out????

“do you, um, do you…” you puff your cheeks out in frustration and immediately divert your gaze to the ground

you start toeing at the ground nervously (which is something you haven’t done since you were like 12) while your fingers tug at the hem of your blouse

“like… i-i just… do you… do you like me? …back? do you like me back?” you finAlly get it out of your system and you feel like your entire face is on fire “it’s just… sometimes i get the feeling that you like me and other times i get the feeling that you’re just being friendly and i’ve never really, y’know, i don’t have a lot of experience with this kinda stuff so i just need you to tell me straight up if you like me back or if i’m just being delusional…”

“what do you mean by not having a lot of experience with ‘this kinda stuff’? you mean going out and getting something you want by yourself?” yoongi teases and your cheeks flush even further

wow

now that you two have forgiven each other it seems like he’s reverteD back to his usual self

yoongi likes this

this is a fun game

obviously you’re used to getting what you want with the snap of your fingers

and yoongi is a firm believer in the idea that in order to get what you want you gotta work hard

you gotta put in the effort!!!!

yeah suRe he knows that you like him just as much as he likes you (and thaT gets him super excited)

but he’s not going to give in to you that easy

no no

if you want him you better shoW him that you want him

“well yes buT also i meant like… boy-related experiences? i dunno” god this is humiliating

you hATE this

if you could turn back time you wouldn’t have brought this shit up in the first place you should’ve just hoPPEd into beeper and nyOOmed out of the garage “i haven’t even had my first kiss yet so like- look just teLL me if you like me back or not because i’m about to lose my-“  

“wait- you’ve never been kissed?” yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion and he tilts his head

how is that possible

how is it possible that you’ve never been kissed

ok well

now he feels a little bad for dragging this whole thing out

and also

he’s never seen you so… insecure? before

you can’t even look him in the eye

“are you kidding me?”

what the heck!!!!!!!!!!!

of course he likes you!!!!!

he’s liked you from day one!! when you walked in with your leather booties and your heart-shaped sunglasses and your little ‘hellooOOOoOo’

he liked you even more when you shoved your clobbered side mirror into his chest and insisted he fix your car right now immediately

and he liked you even even more when jungkook was straight up flexing in front of you but all you were paying attention to was him with your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth and your cheeks all pink and rosy

that was for him

all for him

“well you don’t have to say it like thAt” you grumble and reach up to scratch at the back of your neck “look thiS was stupid just forget i said anythi-“

“i like you back. i definitely like you back.” yoongi admits casually as he scribbles something on his little notepad

“you- oh. okay.”

ok

you didn’t think thiS far ahead

what’s your next move

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“so what are you gonna do about it?” yoongi tucks his notepad into his pocket and crosses his arms before looking at you expectantly

uHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

he pokes his tongue into his cheek and tilts his head when you continue to stand there and stare at him blankly like a deer in headlights “ah. so you’re not going to do anything about it. alright.” he sighs and turns to head back to the office “i’m just going to bring namjoon back out here and he’ll take care of-“

and before you know it you’re grabbing onto his wrist and yanking him back and-

yoongi feels like his heart is about to explode when you pull him down and press your lips against his

his eyes flutter shut and he places his hands on your hips and gives you a gentle squeeze

your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck and you pull away with flushed cheeks

oh god

u just kissed yoongi

thAt was your first kiss

mission success!!!!!!!!!

“…there, i did something about it” you grumble and puLL your arms back

and then it hits you

oh my god i just kissed yoongi and woW his lips are like supEr soft and he tastes like cherry which makes sense because he loves those lollipops-

“you’re so cute.” yoongi laughs and nudges you back til you’re sitting on beeper’s hood

you’re pretty sure you’re not supposed to be sitting on beeper

“what are you doing? i-“

you know what you could care leSS about beeper because yoongi’s kiSsing you!!!! again!!!

AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

:~)

you have your fingers curled up in yoongi’s jumpsuit as you kiss him back and you let out a little whimper

yoongi’s thumbs circle your kneecaps before they drag a cheEky trail up the inside of your thighs

he squeezes your thighs and encourages you to open them wide enough so that he can stand in between them

“you good?” he mutters against your lips and you nod quickly and pull him closer

goD you’re so CUTE

he’s so soft for you it’s insane

he pulls your hand away from his jumpsuit and brings it up so that you can wrap your fingers around the nape of his neck

you immediately slide your hand up and tangle your fingers into his soft locks “there you go”

yoongi pulls away from you and revels in the small whimper that you let out

god

aren’t you a vision

your lips are swollen and glossy and your eyes are all blown out and your cheeks are warm and rosy

all that just from a little bit of kissing

“why’d you stop?” you pout and tug at his wrist

“you’d pass out if i continued.” he smirks and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear “and it appears we have an audience, don’t we?” he gets a little louder towards the end of his question and you immediately twist around to look behind you

sure enouGH the boys are all crouched behind a truck staring at the two of you like a bunch of PERVS

they immediately break off and pretend like they weren’t just watching you guys maKe out with each other

jungkook and taehyung bump into each other in their rush to head back to their stations and you snort at the sight

you turn back to face yoongi

���it was probably a good thing we were interrupted” yoongi leans down and gives you another quick kiss before helping you off the hood of the car

“what makes you say that?”

“i was fully ready to go down on you on top of-“

“bEEPER??” you gasp in mock horror and slap your hands over the top of beeper’s hood “you were going to defile me on top of my own car??”

“i mean…” yoongi shrugs before nodding

take you over the hood of your car?

heck yeah he would

he’d take you over the hood of anY car

“don’t listen to him beeper,.,.,. i’d neVer do that to you…”

if yoongi didn’t know any better it’d probably be safe to say that you might be a little tOo in love with beeper

yoongi is a busy man

he has a lot of cars he has to patch up and a lot of parts he has to put together

but uh

making out with u in the driver’s seat of his truck is a much better way to pass the time

he’ll just get the others to take care of the parts for him later

“u know i’m supposed to be replacing a muffler right now…” yoongi lifts his face and brushes his lips against yours teasingly

you can’t help but grin when you pull away slightly and yoongi squeezes your waist in warning

“u know that sounds like a you problem” your nose nudges against his and yoongi tilts his head upwards to kiss you again

since the two of you made up and forgave each other you’ve been visiting the shop moRe than three to four times a week

you practically live at the shop now

and yoongi doesn’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing

on one hand he likes having you around and he likes getting to kiss u whenever he wants

but on the other hand

it’s vEry distracting having you around and getting to kiss u whenever he wants because he aLways wants to kiss you

another bAd thing

whenever he kisses you the others get all oOoOooohHHhHhhh and yoongi is always so tempted to hurl a wrench at all of them

anyways

yoongi’s on his lunch break (that ended twenty minutes ago) and he decided to sneak you into his truck that’s parked in the back alley

his lips move with yours slowly and he revels in the little whimper that leaves you when he nips at your bottom lip

you’re acting extra cute for somE reason

and you look extra cute too

you’re wearing a pretty floral romper paired with your faVourite boots and once again you will never admit to anybody that it took you an hour and a half (you’re getting better) to throw it on

you decide that you’re going to be bold today and you find your hands slowly sliding down yoongi’s chest til they reach the buckle of his belt

yoongi reaches down quickly and wraps his slim fingers around your wrist before offering you a smirk and a tilt of his head “someone’s a little eager, no?”

“don’t you want me?” you push your bottom lip out in a pout and yoongi leans in to give you a lil peck

“course i do.” he chuckles lowly before raising a brow “but how about we start off with something more mild, hm?” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before his fingers glide down your jaw and he hooks one under your chin

“like what?” you lean down a little and nip at his fingers playfully and yoongi has never felt more fuckiGn endeared in his life

“do you trust me?”

“course i do.” you drape your arms around his shoulders

“alright, let’s just get you settled right here…” he lifts you up off his lap and onto his right leg instead

his.,., thigh?

you separate your legs so each knee settles on the leather seat on either side of his clothed thigh

ur not..,,.s ure what’s going on right now

but it’s once you get comfortable that you begin to feel the friction

“now what do i- oH-“ you gasp noisily when yoongi’s leg presses upwards and suddenly you spaSm a bit of out of surprise  

tingles shoot up your spine and your fingers twitch slightly on yoongi’s chest

“that feel good?”

“i- i’m not sure yet.” you blink down at yoongi’s thigh and he can’t help but laugh

“need me to help?”

“that would be ideal, yes.”

“well, it’s pretty easy. you just-“ he places his hands on your waist and pushes you back and imMediately you feel another spark of pleasure “and then you come this way,” he pulls you back and flexes his thigh underneath you and you let out a little hiccup

how..,,.intriguing

eventually you get the hang of things

you’re kinda doing it on your own but yoongi’s still guiding you back and forth a little

“that’s it, doll, just like that,” yoongi breathes out, his grip tightening on your waist as he helps you ride his leg

he leans back against the seat and watches you with hooded eyes as you continue to get yourself off on his thigh

your romper and your panties are botH very thin so you can just feel the rough fabric of yoongi’s jeans rubbing up against you

you’re not going too hard but you’re not going too soft either

yoongi swallows thickly because now he has a pretty good picture of what you’d look like riding his c-

“christ-“ you gasp as yoongi raises his leg and pushes riGht up into you as he leans in and attaches his mouth to your neck

“now does it feel good?” he murmurs against you and you gasp and wrap your fingers around the nape of his neck

you can’t even describe how amazing this feels and all your thoughts are just white noise because holy shit this feels so good

you nod quickly and let out a whimper when you feel another wave of pleasure tremor through your body

god

you’re so soft n warm

and so submissive

“yoongi, please...” you don’t even know what you’re pleading for here but that’s all that’s able to come out of your mouth

he looks down and groans quietly when he notices the damp patch on his jeans

“oh,” yoongi coos mockingly, “you sweet thing, you... i wanna wreck you.”

you let out a whine and press your forehead against his shoulder as you continue grinding down on his thigh

your desperation pulls a low moan from yoongi’s throat and he shifts underneath you

“there you go, baby… such a good girl…”

look

you’re not entirely sure what happened here

but somehow you shifted from yoongi’s thigh to yoongi’s crotch

and yoongi just wanted to make this about you so he also doesn’t know how this happened but boY is he glad it happened

you’re literally going to make him cream his pants like a overly-hormonal 14 year old boy and he hasn’t done that in a long loNG TIME but you know what he does noT mind

“ah, fuck-“ yoongi growls and clenches his jaw as his calloused fingers dig into your supple flesh as you continue grinding down on him

you know how yoongi mentioned earlier he had a rough idea of what you’d look like riding him

well now he has a really reALLY clear idea of what you’d look like riding him

he can tell you’re close by the way your breathing has gotten heavier and your cheeks have become more flushed

and he is definitely going to keep this image of you tucked in his brain for safekeeping

you grow dizzy from pleasure and all of your senses are in ovErdrive and all you can think of is yoongi yoongi yoongi yooNGi

“yoonGi, i think i- nngh, yoongi-!“ yoongi’s hand slides up your thigh and curves your waist before he’s gripping at your ass to mould you to him

“look at you, you pretty little thing,” yoongi groans when your hips stutter

you’re driving him absolutely wild  

“lemme hear you, doll, nice n loud for me-“

yoongi is panting because goddamN you really seem like you want him to come before you  

he can bArely keep it together but there’s no way he’s going to come first

he pushes you down on him and lifts his hips up at the same time and you throw your head back with a breathless moan

“i-i- oh, t-that feels really- hAh-“ yoongi sucks a hickey into your skin and continues forcing you down on him

“you have no idea how badly i wanna be inside of you-“ he growls lowly and that does the trick

your toes curl as you’re finaLLY pushed over the edge and you swear you see black dots in your vision, whimpering through your release  

the sound of you gasping his name out and the sight of you trembling above him is what eventually gets to yoongi and he curses to himself as he reaches his high and gasps your own name in return

you feel a warm gush from underneath you and your eyes widen at the wet spot on yoongi’s crotch area

he gives you a few final thrusts before he slides his hands down from your waist so that they rest on the tops of your thighs  

you’re still breathing heavily as you lean down to press your forehead against his

“hi.” yoongi grins and gives u a little kiss and you immediately shy away from him and he feels his heart practically exploDe in his chest

“hi.” you murmur as you keep your gaze on the silver chain around his neck

you reach down to fiddle with it because you don’t know whaT to do now

yoongi reaches up and hooks a finger underneath your chin so that he can finally catch your gaze “you okay?”

you nod shyly and feel your cheeks flush again

“what’s gotten into you, hm?” yoongi teases and leans in to give you another quick kiss “ya can’t get all shy on me now when you were humping me like a rabbit in heat literally thirty seconds ago”

“yOoNgI”

“no but really!! what’s up?”

“i just like u a lot” you admit and your nose scrunches

yoongi grins and feels his heart skip a beat

he reaches up and pinches your nose and you immediately scowl and flick his hand away

“i like you too, doll.”

out of all the mechanic shops in the city

you are vEry happy that beeper decided to run out of gas a minute away from min mechanics

:-)

so

here’s the deal

you asked yoongi to teach you how to change a tire and he was understandably vEry confused because on a list of things that you would never want to do he thinks it’s pretty safe to assume that ‘change a tire’ is on that list

he told you that if you ever got a flat tire all you’d need to do is call him and he’d come to save the day

but you defended your decision saying that you thought it was good for you aND it was an important life skill

because it is!!!! kinda??

for someone who was very adamant on learning how to change a tire you don’t seem to be paying much attention to the actual changing of the tire

“remember? righty tighty, lefty loosie.” yoongi places his hands over yours and helps you turn the wrench

he has a hand placed on your waist as he hovers over you from behind and your mouth tugs up in a subtle smirk when you feel him push himself against your bum (it wasn’t on purpose though because he’s just trying to get that lug nut loose since it’s screwed in real tight)

“righty loosie lefty tighty i got it”

.,.,,.,.,he’s sure you’ll figure it out eventually

“i’ll be back in twenty minutes to check up on you!”

“wait but don’t you wanna stay here to watch-“

“twenty minutes!” you scowl as you watch yoongi head back to the office

what the heCK

your plan has been foiled

you didn’t actually want to have to change aLL the tires!!!!!!!

you nearly fall flat on your ass when you give give the next lug nut a firm yaNk

aLas nothing happens

you don’t know how you’re supposed to change four tires when you can barely handle four lug nuts

aH

maybe if you put some grease around them they’ll be easier to unscrew

wow

you’re a genius

“did you manage to change all the-“

oh

now yoongi knows why you like it when he has smudges of grease all over his hands and his face

you’re gloWing from the exertion of changing tires and your (his) shirt is riding up a bit because you tied it up into a little knot

and he didn’t notice this earlier but your butt looks reALLy good in those jeans

“i did it! i changed every single tire on my own!!!” you wipe your hands on the rag before giving one of the tires a firm kick “look at these bAd boys! c’mon c’mon give me another set of tires to change that was so FUN” you bounce up and down on excitedly

you reach up to wipe your cheek with the back of your hand

“you should take a break and join me in my office!” yoongi takes your hand and starts dragging you towards the office

ya he’s 110% going to go down on you in his office

“or-“ you pull back a little and make him stop walking “oR you can give me another set of tires to change and you can go back to your office?”

yoongi freezes

.,,.what?

“you… you want to change more tires?”

“mhm!!”

“but i just- you don’t wanna go into my office?”

“why would i want to go to your office? there are no tires for me to change there.”

“.,,.go talk to hoseok to see if he has any cars for you to-“

“okAY BYE”

o god

he’s created a monster

ah

finals season

a wonderful time where students are forced to coop themselves up and build fortresses out of their notes and textbooks

you’re not sure how you survived through your finals considering you had like fiVe of them

but the point is

you are DONE

you’re finally done!!!!! you’re FREE

a downside to finals (adding to the other many maNy downsides of finals) is that you forced yourself to stay away from yoongi (and u made him promise not to come see you even tho he really reaLLy wanted to come see you) because you didn’t want to be distracted and min yoongi is a big big distraction

which means you haven’t seen yoongi in nearly two weeks

you’ve texted him and you’ve called him but the phone calls are brief and the text messages are short because time is precious when it comes to exams!!!!

it might not seem like it but you are (surprisingly) vEry studious

yoongi called u a nerd when he face-timed you one night and you were wearing your thick reading glasses because your eyes were starting to give up on you from like 6 hours of staring at your laptop  

“heLLooOOoooo” yoongi perks up when he hears a very familiar voice

he pokes his head up over the raised hood of the car

ah

theRE you are

yoongi grins from ear to ear when he sees you bouncE excitedly into the shop like a little bunny

once you spot him your eyes liGHT UP

“yoongi!!!!!!!!! i missed u!!!!!”

“yeah, baby? you missed me?” yoongi tosses the rag over his shoulder “how much did you miss me?” he teases and wraps an arm around your waist before pulling you closer

“missed you a whole lot.” you breathe out and your eyes flicker down to the lollipop in his mouth

“how were your finals?”

“they were good…” you’re barely paying attention to what yoongi’s saying because all you can focus on is how slick n red yoongi’s lips are

and then

a lightbulb appears above your head

“that’s great! i’ll take you out for ice cream as soon as i-“

you yank the lollipop out of his mouth and yoongi squawks in surprise

and then you’re wrapping your lips around the bright red sweet in a manner that seems far from innocent “what flavour is this?” you hum around the lollipop

yoongi’s mouth goes dry and he swallows thickly “cherry, i-i think. cherry.”

you pull it out from your lips with a pop and stick it back into yoongi’s mouth “i like strawberry more.” you wiggle out of his grip before patting his cheek “alright, i’ll leave you alone now!”

“oh nO you don’t-“ yoongi’s hand darts out and he grabs onto your wrist before tugging you backwards “what makes you think you can get away with doing something like that so easily???”

“because you like me and ur not going to do anyThing about it” you giggle when his fingers dig into your sides playfully

yoongi pauses and raises a brow at you

“…is that a challenge?”

“you tell me” you shrug innocently

you know

you should really learn to keep your mouth shut sometimes

or maybe not

because you’re in a preTty nice situation right now

“you’ll stay nice n quiet for me, won’t you, doll?” yoongi hums against your neck

your skin burns with his touch as he slides his hand over the tops of your thighs before he’s nudging your knees apart so he can settle in comfortably

“no promises.” you giggle softly when you feel his hands sliding underneath your sundress

yoongi pauses all of a sudden and you’re abOUt to retract your statement but then-

“gimme a sec. i’ll be back.”

o

ok

you hear him leave the room and close the door behind him and you start swinging your legs back n forth

and then you stop

oh god

you hope he’s not like.,.,,. puniShing you or anything

he’s not mean enough to leave you high and dry like this right

.,,.,.,.right

yoongi shuts the door behind him as he comes back in

he’s hiding something behind his back

“whatcha got there?”

he takes your chin in between his pointer finger and his thumb and then he taps your bottom lip gently with his thumb “open.”

you part your lips slightly

yoongi slides a lollipop into your mouth and you immediately hum contently

peaches and cream!!!!!!!!

needless to say the lollipop actually does a pretty solid job at keeping you quiet

well

kinda

yoongi might have to pull out his spare bandana or something for extrA reinforcements but he’s kind of preoccupied right now

yoongi’s tattooed arm wraps around your middle and he has a hand gripping your hip as he presses you flush to him

“yoOngi- oh, god, yoongi-“ you gasp

he buries his face in your neck before starting to kiss and suck marks into your skin

“so fucking tight-“ yoongi grunts and you nEarly crunch down on the lollipop when he hits that golden spot

“mmpH-“ you suck exTra hard around the lollipop when yoongi picks up the pace

you can barely keep yourself up

you’re tempted to just floP down on the desk and let him have you like that

each snap of his hips against your lower back is more powerful than the next

ur literally going to break a tooth this lollipop thing was not a good idea

you yank it out of your mouth and it drops to the desk with a clatter

also it was making you drool big time and you don’t know if that’s a particularly sexy look or not

honestly you’re pretty sure yoongi doesn’t care whether you’re loud or not because yOU could care less about your volume

“f-fuck, yoongi,” your eyes roll to the back of your head when yoongi’s hand slithers in between your legs “oh, my god-“ your knuckles turn white as you grip the sides of his desk

“too loud, baby,” yoongi smirks as he nips at your shoulders gently

“s-sorry, ‘m sorry- nngh-“ you can feel his stomach muscles clenching against your back and that only spurs you on

“you gonna cum for me, hm?” you can hear the strain in his voice and you can’t help but feel a liTTle cocky now that you know you have just as much of an effect as he has on you

“c’mon, be a good girl n cum for me…” he rasps against the shell of your ear and that’s all it takes for you to completely loSe it

you immediately slump against the desk as your arms give out

you’re a whimpering mess as yoongi continues fucking you through your orgasm

his hand falls from in between your legs to grip your hip again and he presses soothing kisses along your back

“i wouldn’t suggest going in there if i were you.” namjoon warns as jimin approaches the door to the general office

“why not? and why.,.,. are you sitting out here instead of at the counter.,,.,.”  

“why do you think?”

“yoOngi- oh, god, yoongi-“

jimin gawks and yanks his hand away from the door handle as if it shOcked him “do- do they know we’re all still here???”

“yep.” namjoon hums nonchalantly and flips to the next page of his book “just give ‘em some time.”

“how muCH time??”

“i think half an hour will suffice.”

“by the sounds of it it seems like they’re going to want more than half an hour.” jimin mutters  

okay

you’re pretty sure jungkook was a serial killer in his past life

“sTOP IT yOU PSYCHOPATH” you shriek and make your fouRth round sprinting around the garage

jungkook cackles with glee behind you as he continues pointing the electric drill at you and pushing down on the trigger

you haven’t looked behind you but you can heAR the vRRRt vRt vRRRRTttTTT and you are scared out of your MIND

you made an offhand comment about how you feel like you should start working out and jungkook graciously offered to help you with some cardio

but you didn’t know what would mean him chasing you around the garage threatening to drill a hole into your head

and at first it was funny but now you genuinely think he wants to screw you (not like thAt)

“ooF-“ you stumble riGht into yoongi’s chest and you would’ve fallen flat on your ass had he not reached out and grabbed onto you

“what the hell are you doing??? that’s so dangerous!” yoongi snaps as jungkook finally catches up to you “if you’re going to waste your time by goofing off i’ll make you stay extra late to clean the washrooms - and that goes the same for you, miss ‘i need to finish my essay’.”

uM

why are you getting scolded??? you don’t even woRK here

maybe they’re all psychopaths and its just taken you a while to notice

“oh pLease like you weren’t goofing off earlier” jungkook grumbles and hands the drill over to yoongi

“what are you talking about?”

“don’t act like you weren’t fucking y/n into next week like two hours ago-“

yoongi gives him a warning look and-

vRT VRT

jungkook screeches

ok ya that was not enjoyable now he can see why you were so terrified

“yOoOooooonGGGGGiiiIiI-“

“y/n, i’m really, really busy right now” yoongi points out as he gestures to all the parts lying around him

“i know, but i need you to come here for a sec!!!!” he can SEE how big your pout is even though you’re halfway across the garage

“can’t you wait for like another 20 minutes-“

“pLeEEeEEeeeEEAAaaAaaASssSssEEEEe-“

yoongi lets out a huff and rolls his eyes playfully because he’s pretty sure you’re not going to cut it out if he doesn’t go over to you right now

hoseok snorts when he sees you pull out the puppy dog eyes

“you go take care of that, i’m sure we’ll survive without you for five minutes”

cLAnK

yoongi and hoseok both whIp their heads around to the source of the sound and jungkook’s standing there with a sheepish smile on his face

he just dropped a fuel filter it’s not a big deal

“alright, i’ll be right back.” yoongi tosses the rag over his shoulder before jogging over to you

“what’s up?”

you flip to the next page of the magazine without looking up at yoongi

“i’d like a lollipop please.”

//……r u kidding

yoongi’s eyes flicker to the office door “…you’re like 10 steps away from the office. i was halfway across the garage.”

you put the magazine down and pout up at him “please? strawberry, preferably.”

yoongi narrows his eyes at you and crosses his arms “why am i doing this for you again?”

“because you like me” you respond simply and shrug casually

“ah, i guess you got me there.” he leans down and you grin exciTedly because u always like kissing yoongi

you instinctively lean up and purse your lips

but you’re moRe than surprised when he doesn’t kiss you but hovers over your mouth instead

“you have feet. get one for yourself.” he murmurs lowly

he gives your top lip a gentle little kith before patting your cheek and heading back to the boys

wha-

okay noW you’re definitely getting your dad to sue min mechanics

[fic-for-fic-sake]

Moment’s Silence, Steve Rogers x reader

A/N: Yes I’m still on a Hozier kick, sue me. Anyway, this one doesn’t have a song in it but it’s inspired by his song “Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue)” which is all about oral sex being a mutually arousing thing and awesome for everyone. So that’s what I wrote about. Also I tried to do a style of writing similar to Agent 28 stuff by @kentuckybarnes so lemme know what y’all think. Also this is NSFW. 

This meeting was probably the most boring one Steve had been in all week and it hadn’t even started yet. He was going over the information Fury had given them in his folder when he heard the door open. He didn’t have to look up from his paper to know who had just walked in the room, her heels gave it away for her. Through the glass table he saw her maneuver her way so she was sitting opposite him before she sat down and crossed her stiletto clad feet at the ankle.

 His gaze followed her stocking covered legs all the way to the edge of her leather mini skirt. He looked further still to see her in a tight black camisole with a wool cardigan wrapped around her shoulders. Her makeup was done to perfection with her painted red lips drawing all attention to her mouth, which was currently in a pout. Her recently manicured fingers drummed on the glass table as she looked around no doubt waiting for Natasha to come in and talk to her before the meeting started. 

All bets were off when she felt Steve stare at her as she whipped her head to fix him with her gaze. He held her eyes with his own blue stare, careful not to move too much for fear that she might look away. Instead she did the opposite. She gave him a salacious wink as she produced a hair tie from around her wrist and with sure movements gathered her hair up in a high ponytail. The gesture was enough to make Steve let out a low groan to which she responded by taking one of her slender fingers and putting it to her lips in a shushing gesture, telling him to keep quiet. 

She held his gaze for a moment longer before whipping her head around to greet Natasha. She stood out of her chair to hug her comrade and Steve was suddenly aware just how tight her current outfit choice was. He knew she had just come back from an undercover assignment and that’s why she was dressed like that, but it was driving him crazy. All he wanted to do was rip her clothes off and worship her body but he knew he would have to wait. But he’d already been waiting two weeks while she was away on assignment. 

She sat back down in her seat as Fury walked into the room to start the meeting. The hour that followed was sheer torture for Steve. He would look and she would be batting her long eyelashes at him and then she turned her attention back to the front of the room, like it never happened. At one point she propped her head on her crossed arms and leaned forward and Steve could see the black lace trim of her bra. Could see the way the top of her breasts peaked out from the fabric of her shirt. 

After the meeting she stood up, brief folder in hand, and chatted nonchalantly with Natasha. Throwing her head back and laughing at something the redhead had said. Steve tried to walk in her direction but then felt an arm being thrown over his chest. 

“Hey, do you have a minute?” Sam asked as Steve tore his gaze away from the object of his desire. 

He sighed heavily, “Sure what’s up?” 

“Well, damn I mean I can ask later.” Sam replied lightly. 

“No, sorry, now is okay, what’s going on?” Steve replied, as he watched her from the corner of his eye. She was still in the conference room, good. Maybe he could catch her after he talked to Sam. 

“I was just wondering if you would have time this week to go over the Fury brief? Maybe discuss a possible course of action?” Sam said somewhere in the back of Steve’s mind. He turned his head in the direction of the high heel clacks he heard a moment before, only to see her exit the room. Damn. 

“Huh? Yeah, that sounds good. I’m sorry will you excuse me?” Steve questioned as he turned away from Sam to leave the room. He went down a lone corridor and looked left and right, making sure nobody saw him before he knocked sequentially on the wall. 

A door opened and he found himself being dragged inside by two arms. 

“God it took you long enough.” She giggled as she wound her arms around his neck. 

“Sorry doll, got held up by Sam.” Steve replied as he wrapped an arm loosely around her waist. 

“Mmm Stevie I missed you so much.” She breathed as she began to plant hot kisses along his jaw before moving to his neck. She found his sweet spot and bit it, causing Steve to moan her name. 

“S’not my fault. You were undercover.” He whispered back, his voice husky from lust. He felt himself being walked back against the wall and he knew what was coming and felt his cock twitch in his pants. 

“I’m gonna make you feel so good baby.” She rasped as she lowered herself to her knees before him. She shrugged off her cardigan and at this angle Steve could see more of her breasts. How they rose and fell with each heavy breath she took. She brought her hands to his ankles and slowly lifted them until her palms were feeling his thighs through the thin material of his jeans. 

“Enough teasing,” Steve practically begged, “I missed you too much.” 

“Did you miss me, or just my mouth?” She teased as she undid his belt buckle. The only sound in the room was the clanging of metal and the work of dexterous fingers undoing buttons and zippers. In a moment Steve’s pants and boxers were in a pool around his ankles as she stroked his cock to life. 

He was so in need of her that the tip of his cock was almost as red as her lips. 

“Seems like someone could use a little help with that.” She commented as she licked a long stripe against his vein. He shuddered when she got to the tip, giving it a quick lick before continuting to pump him in her hand. “Didn’t you masturbate at all while I was gone?” She asked, eyes wide with wonder. 

“No.” He shook his head as a response, finding words a difficult thing while she was doing sinful things to him. “I wanted it to be more intense when you came back.” 

“I’m impressed Captain.” She joked as she continued stroking him. The pet name made Steve even harder, as if that were possible. ‘Well, your wish is my command.” She winked at him before drawing him deep inside her mouth. 

Steve sighed in sweet relief as his head hit the wall behind him. He felt her hollow her lips as she took his length again. This time swirling her tongue around his tip, which she knew he loved. He heard her gargle a little as she took as much into her mouth as possible. He felt her one hand wrap around the remainder of his length as the other steadied herself against his thigh. Her nails dug softly into his thigh as she took him again, gagging when his tip hit the back of her throat. 

The sound was enough to make him look down at her. Her mouth was parted beautifully to accommodate his girth, beautiful red lips around warm wet flesh. Her head slowly bobbing up and down as she took all of him. She looked up at him through her mascara thick lashes and he could’ve sworn he had died and gone to heaven right there. Little tears pricked the outer corners of her eyes from when she gagged around him. 

“Fuck, darlin’ you look so perfect right now. Taking all of me. God you’re too good to me, you know that?” Steve moaned out with pleasure. 

She took him out of her mouth with one long drag. She wrapped her manicured hand around him and pumped him faster, watching him through hooded eyes. 

“I love the way you look when you come undone for me. Love that I can make you crazy like this.” She let the filthy words drip from her mouth. Her once harsh red lipstick was now only a light blush color. Her tongue made a slow pass along her lips, collecting the saliva that collected there. 

“Stevie I want you to come in my mouth.” She whispered, almost too low for him to hear. 

“Yeah?” He replied through his haze. 

“Mhm.” She affirmed as she wrapped her lips around his cock once more. Steve’s hand came down to tangle in her hair as she used her mouth to fuck him, holding her head in place. He felt his hips spring to life with the promise of release ahead. He thrusted into her mouth a few times before he felt himself go still and spill himself into her mouth. He tried to pull out but she shook her head, keeping her lips wrapped around him until she was sure he was done. 

She released him with a soft pop as she made a show of wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She rose delicately as Steve pulled his pants back up over his now softening length. He pulled her close to him and brought their lips together in a gentle kiss. He could taste the faint remnants of his come on her mouth. They broke apart and touched foreheads, waiting for both of their breathing to return to normal. 

“God I really did miss you.” He breathed. 

“I know, I missed you too.” She said, looking deep into his sapphire eyes. 

“When do I get to tell everyone how happy you make me?” He questioned, his breath fanning over her lips, making her smile. 

“Soon, I promise.” She responded, kissing his cheek and pulling him in for a hug. “I have to go, Natasha expects me in the gym in 20.” 

“Will I see you later tonight?” Steve asked, missing her already. 

“The usual spot, 8 o’clock, don’t be late and that’s an order.” She teased as she opened the door and shut it softly behind her. Leaving Steve standing in the small room, breathless and alone. 

Tags: @lokixme, @drakesfiance, @lokilvrr

[howrry]

forbidden fruit pt.2

a/n: yes i said i’d post ceo!harry first. yes i lied. sue me. here’s part 2 of that hatefucking piece, there’ll probably be only one more. short and sweet and a little smutty enjoyyy [here is part 1 btw]

w/c: 1.5k

warnings: u know its nsfw ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

There was a knock at the door, followed by someone asking, "Is someone in here?"

You stumbled out of the bathroom in Josh's room, head fuzzy and eyes a bit watery. You tried to fix your appearance as much as you could to hide the fact that you'd just blown the guy you claim to hate the most. No time to figure out that dilemma, though, people were downstairs waiting for you.

The knob to the door turned before you could reach for it, and two girls you recognized from class burst in. "Oh, sorry!" one of them said. "We needed to pee and all the other bathrooms are taken. Anyone in there?"

You shook your head and simply bounded back downstairs. Luke was pleased to see you and  questioned neither your absence nor Harry's sudden disappearance. In fact, the rest of the night was actually quite fun. You, Luke, and his friends shotgunned, took shots, danced, and played beer pong until your ride came to pick you up. The blonde boy walked you out to the car and even kissed your cheek goodbye, and you were grinning the whole way home thinking about how sweet he was.

You wished you could say that during the weekend your thoughts were free from Harry, but no such luck. It was obvious that Luke was interested in you and you weren't stupid; the boy was perfect on paper. He was smart, he treated you well, and it wasn't like he was unfortunate to look at... But it was different with Harry. It was... taboo, you supposed. Something about your relationship with him, whatever it was, was almost exhilarating.

At school, Harry acted as if you didn't exist. It definitely ruffled your feathers a bit but the only good H is a quiet H. You guessed you'd rather have no confrontation than deal with his vile personality.

Luke caught you before lunch and asked you to sit with him and his friends. Some of their girlfriends were there and were welcoming of you, complimenting your nail color and sharing the gossip for the day. Luke and his buddies laughed and chatted together as well, but all you could feel were two eyes boring into you. You glanced behind one of the girls across from you and saw Harry across the room eyeing you.

Oh, so now he was gonna get pissy? Really? After leaving you at a party and completely ignoring you during class? What a cuck. To mess with him even more, you leaned into Luke's side and nestled your head on his shoulder. He laughed a little through his nose and reached around you to rub your arm. "You're cute, y'know that?" he whispered.

Harry, expectedly, was glaring daggers. Hmm... point Y/N.

After lunch, you and Luke had classes on opposite sides of the school, so you parted ways. You were still floating on your victory cloud when a firm hand gripped your wrist and pulled you down the hallway of the arts wing. All theater, choir, and art classes were held in the morning so the foyer was empty and dark.

It was Harry, which wasn't a shock, but you did have to get to class. "Harry, what the fuck? Where are we going?" you whined.

"Don' worry about it," he answered, still pulling you down the wing.

"I have history, H," you continued to bitch. "And slow down, you're gonna wear out the soles of my--"

Harry cut you off by pulling you into the storage closet furthest from the rest of campus, slamming the door behind you two and pressing you against it. "Tha's about enough from you," he deadpanned. You swallowed and obeyed.

"What do y'think yeh're doing running around with 'im?" he interrogated, breath fanning against your face. There wasn't an inch of space between you two, but Harry wanted even more and separated your legs with his thigh.

"It's none of your fucking business," you spat, trying to ignore your proximity to him. You and Luke weren't dating necessarily, but you weren't sure about messing with other people and H's cologne was starting to get intoxicating.

He chuckled, entertained. His eyes soaked in all of you before jumping back up to stare into yours. "Yeh don' wanna be with him. He doesn' know how to treat yeh."

You scoffed. "Oh, and you're any better? Luke wouldn't make me suck his cock and then ditch me."

Harry hummed, fingers drifting around the hem of your skirt. "I see," he mused. "Yeh want me to return the favor, pet?"

"I... uh," and well, what to say to that? He pushed your skirt up past your thighs and cupped your center, halting any other words that could come out of your mouth.

"Don't be afraid 'f what yeh want, kitten," he reminded you, pulling your panties aside and running calloused fingers along your folds.

Okay, maybe his advice wasn't so bad. You nodded and breathed, "Please, H, please get inside me." Begging wasn't your usual game, but this was a good exception. Harry brought his fingers to your lips and you obediently sucked your wetness from off them.

"Mm, what a good girl," he praised. Harry unzipped his pants and freed his cock. "Y'want me buried inside of yeh? Wanna feel my cock fuckin' yeh open?"

"God, yes." Your hands fell on his shoulders as he rubbed the head of his cock against your wet folds. Sliding in was almost too easy, and the burn from his width stretching your walls made your head fall against the door.

He had one of your legs hiked up around his hips to allow him to fuck you as deeply as possible. Harry's mouth was on your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh as your knees got shaky.

"Don't--" you breathed, "don't leave a hickey, Luke'll kill me."

Harry responded first by pushing in to the hilt, making you choke on a gasp. "I'll leave a mark if I damn well please." He pulled on your hair to expose more of your neck and bit it, thrusting harder and faster. "Yeh know for a fact that he couldn't make yeh feel this good. He'd fuck y'like you're a doll, but that's not what yeh want, is it? Y'want to get fucked like a whore and 'm the only one who can do it," he asserted right into your ear.

You nodded and dragged your nails down his back through his shirt, likely not leaving a mark but enough to make him aware of your desperation. The drag of his cock inside of you was pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you whimpered out, pathetically agreeing to his claims. He truly made you weak. "I guess," he breathed between thrusts, "I was right."

Of course, you were too busy chasing your orgasm to really listen to him finish his sentence, but he continued anyways. "I have to fuck yeh... to get y'to behave." He pushed himself in once more and you finally reached your climax. Your legs would've given out from underneath you had he not held you up by your waist. "Tha's right, pet, cum on m'cock," he cooed as you shook and whimpered in his arms. "Fuck, you're quite sensitive," he noted when you scrambled to get him out of your still-pulsing walls. He'd already cum inside you, and dropped down to start licking it out of you.

And... okay, if that wasn't the hottest thing you've ever seen. He was on his knees with his face buried between your thighs, and you tried to push him off weakly. Finally, when you had just about had enough, Harry rose back up and tucked himself back in his trousers.

"Get to class, Y/N," he ordered, barely giving you time to readjust your skirt back to normal. And you definitely noticed the lack of a pet name-- what a fucking jackass. "I know I am, darling," he responded and you realized you said that last part out loud. "I'll see you in first period tomorrow, hm? Oh, and clean yourself up," he said, licking his thumb and wiping it across where your lip gloss had smeared.

Harry straightened himself up, merely nodded to you, and left you in the closet the same way he left you in Josh's room.

You didn't really have any options but to listen to him. You fixed your hair back to what it looked like before you got railed in a school supply closet, adjusted your wrinkled clothes, and walked to your class with wobbly legs. Your teacher accepted your half-assed excuse for tardiness since you weren't typically a nuisance anyways and punishing you would be more trouble than it was worth.

As your history teacher droned on about the aftereffects of WWII in Europe, all you could think about was this new game Harry was playing with you. First he'd ignore you, then he'd sleep with you and enforce some kind of psuedo-dominance rooted in jealousy over you, then go back to not caring about you at all. Fine, you finally thought to yourself. If Harry wanted a game, then he's got one.

[leadkiss]

out of context mst3k prompts

[+]  —  a whole bunch of lines taken completely out of context from the mystery science theater 3000 reboot. feel free to adjust wording, pronouns, etc. 

“We have achieved bug snugness.” “The ocean needs a Brita filter.” “Right. Hack the planet. Good.” “That seems heavy.” “Guys, a lot of people died!” “Don’t ever sublet your apartment to some polar bears.” “Nap time got out of control.” “Make ’em tight, it’s okay. I’m into it.” “I’m talking coffee-you-could-sue-a-Starbucks-over hot.” “Is my other choice burning to death?” “And it’s actually BerenSTAIN Bears, not BerenSTEIN!” “You did a hell of job, considering the body count.” “You’re all over the map, but… thank you.” “Smells like bros in here.” “I don’t think a party is really appropriate, what with the streets clogged with corpses and all.” “Pinky promise that you’ll go right back to the brig?” “This feels like an after school special about alcoholism.” “I just had the strangest waking dream!” “Hey, are you still talking?” “You’re sitting on it.” “Just a haiku I’m working on.” “That monster’s huge, let’s get out of here!” “Take your time, guys. Slow jog. Save your energy.” “Hey, my tax dollars paid for that.” “Somebody’s gotta teach this lord of lies some manners, and obviously it’s gotta be me.” “I liked it before the remodeling, when it was on fire.” “There is nothing not gross about this guy.” “He’s like if a puka shell necklace was a person.” “I don’t think about anything.” “I wasn’t paying attention.” “Hold on, let me get this straight. You guys got drunk without me?” “Closure attained.” “No horseplay.” “Hey, we’re fleein’ here!” “Let’s rock and roll. Metaphorically speaking, of course. We can’t sing or play.” “I’ll give him this: he stays on point.” “That’s what heroes do.” “What WON'T Elon Musk launch into space?” “How do you do this again? Oh, whatever.” “And it ends as it began: as a garbage fire.” “I think I just blinded myself with science.” “If it wasn’t for these blinds, it’d be curtains for me.” “Time for you to say please.” “Oh, am I supposed to keep talking?” “Try pushing one of those 900 buttons in front of you.” “Stop, drop and freak out.” “Use your words.” “Top that, if you dare.” “Does it still fail the Bechdel Test if the man they’re talking about turned into a glob?” “See you tomorrow night, potential danger.” “This would be easier if I knew what I was looking for.” “I hate younger me!” “I have nothing but regrets!” “How many of these are just you alone watching Friends?” “Don’t talk to the Lovecraftian obelisk, dear!” “Wise men still seek it.” “There’s an upstairs?” “Thanks for humoring me, kid.” “Well, bleach my blonde!” “Use the soap, you’ve been touching horses and aliens all day.” “It’s so much work to use the bathroom in this thing.” “If that doll gets up, I’m out of here.” “I wouldn’t have done it that way, but… it’s a start.” “Keep not solving the problem, lady.” “This is even better than that time I got to pet two corgis in one day!” “You really gotta give the people what they want: a show!” “Slow down. You’re throwing way too many concepts at me.” “There’s a monster at the end of this scene, and it’s me.” “Looks like a million ghost children gave it high fives.” “I am not good at this.” “That one was an accident!” “I can’t believe we wore the same thing.” “Nothing turns a man on like implying he’s too delicate to lift a book.” “I want in on those giggles.” “Where are you going? I wanna go too.” “You’re probably gonna die.” “That guy makes a terrible kite.” “I don’t think I need to justify that.” “Joke’s on you. I don’t even remember who we’re talking about.” “It’s like watching toddlers pretend to argue.” “Never wear white to a suicide mission.” “It’s okay! We all get cranky when stuff tries to strip our skin off our skeleton.” “God really knew what he was doing in not having human males grow antlers.” “It just seems reckless to hand over the explosives to the piranhas.” “At this point I’m just stress eating.” “This is so much better than shooting him.” “I scheduled a cruise for us so we can recover from all this stuff.” “Hey, does anyone know what we’re supposed to be doing?” “If they spot us, we’ll start making out, okay?” “You’re not paying enough attention to me!” “Sorry, I’m being weird and mysterious. My name is ________.”

[thenotsolittlelady]

OC Interview - Xah’jo

Tagged by @serbaki (Totally unexpected! Thank you for that! :> )

Tagging... Let’s see... @sad4ppleart​ and @shanicetjn​ if you guys are up for this! :D

1. What is your name?

“Xah’jo. Plain an’ simple.”

2. What is your real name?

“I don’t know what you’re driving at, but unless you want to switch to boss or master you can just call me Xah’jo. That’s my whole name.”

3. Do you know why you were called that?

The troll sighs. “Don’t know, don’t care. Ya’d probably have to ask the orphan matron in Orgrimmar.” The troll shrugs, though he looks a bit tense. “Next question.”

4. Are you single or taken?

“Single. Always have been, always will be. Relationships are just not my thing, ya know?”

5. Have any abilities or powers?

“Let’s see... Being good with the ladies, being clever and incredibily handsome, always getting what I want... I’d say I have several~” 

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

”I’m perfect, a masterpiece to say the least. Deal with it.” 

7. What’s your eye colour?

“Red. Brownish red.” The troll grins and leans forward. “But I invite ya to take a deep look into my eyes an’ see for yerself...~” 

8. How about your hair colour?

“Naturally a bluish green, but with this nice gradient. Turquoise near the hairline, green near the end.” 

9. Have you any family members?

Xah’jo tries to stay cool, but it’s apparent he’s tensing up a bit. “No. None.”

10. Okay then... Any pets?

“Well... Every once in a while some doll offers to be my pet for a while... Or just for the night...~ But pets as in animal companions... No. Not at the moment at least.”

11. Tell me about something you don’t like.

“There are quite some things I despise, actually. I can’t stand people going through my stuff, for example. Especially my gold and jewelry. That belongs to me and no one is to touch it, ever.

12. Sorry. Let’s move on to hobbies and interests?

“Reading and long walks down the beach.” Xah’jo chuckles. “Just kidding. Sex, booze and gold. The three things that keep me running.”

13. Have you ever hurt anybody before?

“Physically and emotionally. Yes. Sometimes both at the same time. But to be honest, is it really my fault they were expecting us to stay together happily ever after? I don’t think so.”

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

“I’m not much of a killer usually, but I have and I would again...” 

15. What kind of animal are you?

“What kind of question is that?”

16. Name your worst habits.

“I wouldn’t exactly call them ‘bad habits’, but I can’t resist taking something from any place I go. Also, I tend to have one too many from time to time-” (Veez snorts with laughter in the background: “’Tend to... from time to time’! Hahah! Sure! That guy has no self-control whatsoever when it comes to booze!”)  “Oh, shut up, will you?!”

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“No, but I believe everyone should look up to me~”

18. Sexual orientation?

“I don’t really care much about gender. I’m just looking for cute, submissive dolls...~ And to be honest, as much as I enjoy tacos, playing with sausages can be a lot of fun, if ya know what I mean~”

19. I... understand... Do you go to school?

“I’m generally self-taught. Sometimes I was given assistance as a child, but I’ve never been to school. It’s just not for me.”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids someday?

“Oh, please, no. I’ll never understand why anyone would want that. Though.... I gotta admit if you walk around you might find some kids of mine. Pulling out doesn’t always work out that well, ya know?”

21. Do you... Have fangirls or fanboys? “Well, I guess so. Isn’t there one right infront of me right now asking me questions...~?”

22. What do you do for a living?

“Trade secret. But I’ll give you a clue: Ya might want to watch out for your wallet...~”

23. What are you most afraid of?

“I’m not afraid of anything. Next question.”

24. What do you usually wear?

“Some nice red pants, sometimes a plain shirt, but I generally prefer to go topless~”

25. Do you love someone?

“There’s only one person who actually deserves my love, at that person is me.”

26. When was the last time you wet yourself?

“What-? Who is coming up with those questions?! I can’t recall ever having wet myself. Next!”

27. Is there anything you won’t answer?

"...”

28. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

“I wouldn’t actually sort myself into any class. I don’t like being put into categories. But if I had to... I would probably say I’m somewhere in the middle. Though I aspire to enter the higher class. Own a nice mansion with many servants and vast fortune.”

29. How many friends do you have?

“Real friends are rare. If I had to count them... I’d probably say about one or two. But to be honest I don’t really need friends.” (Veez rolls his eyes. “Yep, he claims that everytime...”)

30. What are your thoughts on pie?

“Pie? You must have worked hard to come up with those weird questions...”

31. Favourite drink?

“Booze. The stronger the better.”

32. What’s your favorite place?

“At home, surrounded by my treasures, maybe a few pretty dolls serving me.”

33. Are you interested in someone?

“I’m generally interested in a lot of people. Usually when it comes to finding a companion for the night...~”

34. What’s your bra cup size or how big is your willy?

“I’ll let you take a look and see for yourself if you’re interested...~” 

35. That’s a bit vague isn’t it…

“I would strip naked to show you, but I prefer to let others take on that part.”

36. Okay fine. What’s your type?

“I’ll take anyone who’s cute. I do prefer submissive companions, but taming a wild one is just as exciting...~”

37. Any fetishes?

“Why don’t ya join me tonight and find out for yourself...~?”

38. Top or Bottom?

“I’ll gladly dominate you, if that’s what you’re asking~”

39. Uhm... So, you seem quite comfortable with yourself.

“I am. I’m a masterpiece and I'm aware of my abilities~ ” 

40. Would you like this interview to end?

“I would like to shift this interview to a more private place...~” The trolls smirks seductively and slowly comes closer.

41. W-Well, thanks for answering these questions! This interview is over now!

“Naaw, what a shame doll. I would have loved to spend some more time with you. But maybe we’ll see again sometime. Also, remember your wallet~ Until then...~”

[fanfic-scribbles]

On the Run: Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: “Checking In” or “Hello Is It Me You’re Looking For”

Masterlist Here

Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Avengers; MCU Captain America

Adventure/Romance – James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes/Reader – Female Reader

Warnings: Violence, language, eventual romance, reader character with sassy/abrasive personality

Chapter Summary: You and Bucky talk.

Words: 1210

A/N: Busy busy weekend means earlier-than-expected update. I don’t know why I bother trying to plan these anymore x) Ah well. Enjoy!

  Chapter Eleven: “Checking In” or “Hello Is It Me You’re Looking For”

You're both silent. It figures– you’ve spent day after day thinking about what you want to say to him (and at him) and now that you have the chance you can’t bring any of it to mind. You're having a hard time moving past the fact that he sounded fine when he spoke and now you can hear him breathing, calm and alive–

You take a shaky breath of your own and try to cool it.

“Are you all right?” Bucky asks and you let out an ugly snort.

“That’s what I was going to ask you, asshole,” you say. God it’s good to hear his voice again. You’re not ever going to tell him that.

“I’m fine,” he says. His laugh is low and dark. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Despite the fact that he can handle more than you're comfortable even thinking about, you smile. “Good. I hope you punch ‘em extra hard.”

“Anything for you, doll,” he drawls.

Tears well up in your eyes and you bat them down with eyelids and eyelashes, working against a storm of emotion. This isn’t the first time he’s said that to you, exactly like that, but it might actually mean something now and…

“You never answered my question,” he says. “Are you okay?”

Boy. And what a fucking question it is. “I’m fine,” you say and use the blanket to wipe away the drips and drabs that have escaped onto your cheeks. “Your friends are annoying, but they seem to be invested in keeping me bullet-free.”

“Take it easy on ‘em; they’re good people.”

You shrug, even though he can’t see you. “Well, Sam and Natasha are cool. Fucking Steve, though. We are going to have a serious discussion about your choice in best friends.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” You stop and evaluate. “To be fair, he’s probably going to bitch about me too. Take it with a grain of salt.”

He laughs quietly and you wonder where he is, how safe it is. “I should’ve figured you’d rub each other wrong at first.”

“At first?”

“Give it time. He’ll grow on ya.”

“Like bacteria, maybe,” you mutter.

He laughs louder and you…you don’t think the joke was that good. “Okay, what’s so funny?”

“The fact that you act like you can’t stand him,” he says, still audibly amused. “You’re both a lot alike.”

You choke on a sharp, surprised inhale. “The fuck we are. You take that back.”

“You're both sarcastic assholes, make bad decisions for yourselves because ‘it’s the right thing to do,’ don’t know when to stop mouthing off…”

Those are only three little things, in your opinion, but you can’t argue any of them. For either of you. “Ugh. I guess I can’t be best friends with myself, then.” You roll your eyes and catch sight of your hand. It’s almost all healed up, but… You clear your throat and decide to come clean. Bucky’ll be hearing about it from someone. “I, uh, kinda…punched him.”

Your phone buddy is utterly silent for several seconds. “And how’d that go?” he asks, leaving the ‘you dumbass’ implied rather than explicit. It sounds like a close thing, though, by how he bites off the end of that question.

“Hey, he deserved it.”

Bucky is quiet and slightly more serious when he says, “What’d he say?”

“To be fair, I don’t think he meant it,” you say. You frown. Just because you understand Bucky doesn’t make you thrilled with him. “Neither of us exactly had any warning about the other, you know. It was a little surprising. And we are going to talk about that. All of it. In depth.”

“Yeah. I know. That wasn’t how I wanted to introduce you, y’know?”

You bite down on the fact that he showed no signs of introducing you at all.

“But I knew Hydra was gonna try and track you down. I panicked.” He sighs. “I couldn’t contact anyone much; I shot Steve a message thinking he would take a few of them to go help you. I didn’t expect them to drag you along looking for me.”

“Hm.”

Bucky goes quiet, and stays quiet. For a moment you’re seized with fear that that’s all you get, that he’s gone, but then he speaks. Barely. “I’m sorry. About your home.”

Your throat closes up a little. You keep trying not to think about just how shattered your life has gotten but nobody’s out here to see you hug yourself and curl up, pulling the blanket tighter. You force yourself to swallow. “It– it was just a place.”

“Hm,” he says, imparting ‘liar liar pants on fire’ in one simple sound. “I liked it. It was the first home I’d had since…since the war.”

Is this asshole trying to break you? You’re not going to cry, you’re not. But… “I liked it too,” you admit.

You can practically hear him smile, the bastard. “Sentiment?”

“I know; gross.”

“And you want to have a conversation full of it.”

“Oh fuck yeah. And I’m going to make sure you are equally miserably uncomfortable during it, believe you me. There’s going to be words. A lot of words. And feelings. Feelings out the ass.”

“Words and feelings, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “I don’t know if I’m capable of all that, doll.”

You smirk. It’s a shame he can’t see it. “What makes you think I’m talking about you? Oh, so many words. Most likely yelled.” Like, 98.99999 percent likely.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he says. “I’ll see you soon. Nat should be getting a call to go back to New York any time now. If she hasn’t yet, tell her I’m making my way back.”

“Oh, yay. No more squatting.” Your back certainly loves the idea.

“Nope. I’ve got a couch for ya.”

“Good. I, uh…I’ve got the blanket. You know– that nice one you apparently stole from me.” Which, considering the ashen state of just about all of your belongings, has turned out to be a good thing in retrospect. You're not going to admit that one, either.

“You found the–hm.” Bucky doesn’t sound happy. “You’re definitely headin’ in the wrong direction then. I don’t know why they haven’t gotten in contact yet. As soon as we end the call, you go tell Natasha.”

“M’kay.” You sigh and hope you survive the encounter. Telling Natasha she’s wrong about something seems…ill-advised. Maybe you’ll take Steve. Maybe he’ll learn the proper way to use a shield. For now, though: “You really have to go?”

“I’ve got a lot to say, and I’d rather do it in person.”

That’s fair. Yelling at a phone is never as much fun as yelling at a person. “I’ll see you soon, Trash Panda. Or else.”

He snorts. “Soon, doll.”

He hangs up and you can’t help but feel buoyed. He sounds healthy and unharmed and, so sue you, you’re coming around to that dumb fucking pet name. It’s cute. You take a deep breath to fortify yourself and make the tears secede. You hope he realizes you weren’t joking about the feelings. If he doesn’t, that’s his own damn fault and he deserves what he gets.

You stand and turn, phone in hand and ready to take on hunting down the Black Widow, when you stop just as suddenly as you start. The house is dark. Why is it da–

Something sharp pinches your neck, and you’re out.

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[50monsterultras]

angel, blush, sugar, starlet

Favorite album of all time: ah jeez, too hard! i think probably the album i’ll be in love with for a very long time is too weird too live, too rare to die, just because it was one of the first albums i ever bought and i love every single song on it. it has a lot of memories attached to it.

Have you ever been to a concert? If so, which one?: so, okay, wow, the only real concert i’ve ever been to was to see panic! at the disco and weezer on the summer tour that they did in 2016. was absolutely amazing. i go to a lot of local things though, just as a hang out, because the atmosphere is usually pretty great, would recommend

Favorite pet names: i think darling is pretty cute. wouldn’t mind doll or sweetheart, sugar wouldn’t be all that bad.... i call most people babe and hun at some point, so i feel like those would be weird. the only thing i really don’t like is baby. idk. it’s fine in songs and stuff. but it leaves a weird vibe when someone says it to me.

What historical period is most interesting to you?: uh, probs what most people would call the victorian era? which sounds cliche but i genuinely just wonder how people behaved on the daily and what was normal and what was not, and if i said fuck in public would i be ostracized? the fashion and the language and everything was changing and i feel like at that point society had so many layers, most of them horrible.... i wouldn’t want to live back then, but it’s so.... interesting. yeah, maybe it’s mostly because of the cobblestone streets. maybe i secretly want to have helped the people on the underground railroad.  maybe i just want to have tea with oscar wilde. sue me

[wowza48]

Batfam Content War: Halloween week edition: Second Prompt Celebration

(S/I OC reincarnation into a female Dami thingy no one asked for because why not, who has psychic powers for no reason, and in first person because I felt like it. Steph seems like the only one celebrating here, if only a little, but that’s just because of when I placed this)

“Brown... why, exactly, are you and my sister in my bedroom?” I ask, despite already knowing why, hearing it from her own mind. I’m still not used to that, even though I have had said ability for all of this life. Plus Cassandra’s mind just feels strange in comparison to other people’s.

Being reborn, biologically at least, as a girl was strange. Being reborn as a female version of a male fictional character was stranger. Being reborn as a female Damian Al Ghul Wayne, having to deal with all the shit Ra’s, Talia, and the entire League of Assassins put me through, on top of somehow being born with psychic abilities that the real Damian didn’t have? Yeah, that took some getting used to. Also, long hair- I always wanted long hair, but it was curly and I was bad at caring for it and- anyway. I sorta decided since I wasn’t even remotely comic book Damian, I wouldn’t try to be, although it turns out some of those traits were... uh, “trained” into him... and thus me.... there may of been a whip involved... yeah.... still having trouble trying to call people by their first names when not in mask, real or a figurative one for the public eye... it’s a work in progress. On the plus side, my relationships with people are better than they were for Real Damian at the beginning! Plus I sort of made friends with Ivy and Harley, which is nice. OH, remind me to tell you about that time with Mad Hatter- rambling while getting off topic, right, sorry, habit from my past life that decided to stick around.

Weirdly enough, being a girl did not stop the “heretic” from being a dude... or from killing me for that matter. I have to tell you, a sword through the gut is a REALLY painful way to die. I though I would either go to the afterlife or reincarnate again, or at the very least go through what happened in the comics with my body being taken to Alpaca...Apolka... ah, screw it, DarseidLand™, planet and home of those happily enslaved, but I actually ended up as a ghost, and just sorta haunted everyone for a bit before they brought me back by Zattana and Martian Manhunter. I kinda think I remember that happening to Harley Quinn in one comic I heard of... don’t quite remember...

Right, anyway, the timeline I’m in is sorta a mesh of post crisis, new 52 and rebirth, or at least I think it is. Most of what I know of the comics are from wikis, fanfics, tumblr and youtube, so... Wait, none of this has to do with why Stephanie in my room! Well, and Cass, but she’s a ninja and she’s not saying anything yet. All she is doing is watching me- worriedly. Ah, good, she knows what I’m feeling.

“Well, you got brought back from being all ghosty just a few weeks before Halloween! Plus there’s a costume ball a week before that, so I decided that Cass and I would help you get costumes for both of them!” Steph replied cheerfully. “So, what do you think about one of your costumes being a fairy princess?” Now, here’s the thing. I like Steph, I really truly do. She’s practically as much of a sister to me as Cass, and she gives great hugs- did I mention I’m a huggy person? Another difference from Real Damian- but... Okay, let me be blunt. There are times she does not seem to realize I am a living person and not a dress up doll. Don’t get me wrong, some dresses are actually as comfy as I previously wondered if they would be, but I don’t want to wear one ALL the time, and since I remember my past life, wearing make up is just... weird and somewhat uncomfortable, and while I have put up with it before for the sake of bonding, I’m just.... tired. Since I came back to life (again) all I could remember was my deaths- yes plural- over and over again. My first death, then several I forgot about that simply led to being tossed into the laz pit, as well as my latest and most violent. Cass seems to understand my plight, and goes to reign her friend in, but I speak up before she could do more than grab Steph’s shoulder.

“As you said, Brown... I just got brought back from the dead. Both of those things you say I need costumes for involve pretending to be happy and okay when I’m not even capable of pretending to be.“ As I say this, she winces, as if she didn’t think of that- she probably didn’t, really. Most likely just thought “oh, Dami’s alive and it’s halloween, let’s give her a childhood stable even though she just came back from the freaking dead!” or something like that- and the glass of water on my nightstand shattered at some point. Wait, maybe THAT is why she winced... I feel the frown on my face turn into more of an annoyed pout than anything else while I psychically lift what shards I could see. I’d hate for Titus or Jasper (So I named the cat after one of my cats from my previous life  instead of after the omniscient butler, sue me!) to step on it... the water would have to be cleaned up by hand though, I’m bad with hyrdokinises.

“Okay, how about this then... we all get costumes, your brothers included, AND either get a bunch of candy, or have Alfred make us some treats, and we stay up and have a movie night wearing halloween costumes?” Steph tries again as Cass takes my garbage can out of under my desk and holds it so I can put the shards into it. “... aaand we can have cheesecake!”

Darn her for knowing my weaknesses. “... Can I pick the movies?”

She gets off my Hello Kitty themed bed- why are you looking at me like that! Hello Kitty is a cat, and I just happen to like animals is all! It totally has nothing to do with trying to live out my own Damian headcanons or anything like that!- and pets me on the head “Sure you can, kiddo! Oh, and literally everyone knows about your so called “cheesecake weakness”. You keep making it when you stress bake and you offered at least one slice to everyone you know.”

... stupid psychic powers acting out when I’m stressed.

(that got a little bad there, don’t think I can extend it further without derailing, but I’m tired and also working on a college paper so whatever, this is going to have to do. I’ll post it on fanfiction either later or tomorrow or something)

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Cup o’ Gast

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“You almost there?”

“Yeah, I’m pulling into the driveway now.” You replied to your friend through the phone, putting your car into park.

“Thank you again so much. The key is under the cactus plant, just let yourself in—the box should be left of the door,” she explained, and you nodded despite not being able to see her in the first place. You grabbed the small fake cactus plant and saw the flowery key underneath.

“You just really like flowers, huh?” You muttered, partially forgetting you were still on the phone with her.

“Yes, it’s not my fault I kill everything I touch—Oh… speaking of which…” She grew quiet as you wiggled the key into the lock, taking a moment to finally open the door. “So I know I told you that I needed help looking after a pet until I find a solid home for it, but uhhh… It’s not exactly a… a classic pet.”

You rolled your eyes at the phone. “I’m sure I’ve handled stranger. I’ve dealt with all sorts of bunnies, dogs, cats, birds, chinchillas—I’ll be fine.” Huh, she must have cleaned recently. You looked around the very organized living room, till you saw one of the classic cardboard boxes with holes on top to the left of you.

“I know you will be, but it uh, it’s been through a lot—especially with its past owner dying and all, and I just want you to be ready.” You shrugged off what she said and knelt next to the box, opening it. “You were quick to agree to help but you didn’t even ask—”

“Hey, Sue?” You interrupted, looking at the “pet” in the box.

“Yeah?”

“What the fuck is this?” you asked, looking at the… small skeleton? It was sitting in the corner of the box, knees to its chest. It barely glanced at you with glowing halos before staring back at the ground. If it wasn’t for the slight movement you would have thought it was some sort of doll. A doll with a broken face, it would appear. Two cracks led in different directions from each eye socket, making your confusion falter into concern for a moment.

“It’s—ah… it’s a skeleton, I think? Mable had a lot of really weird pets, most of her friends ended up taking most of them but he’s the last one that didn’t get called on. I think its name starts with a G? I keep forgetting it,” your friend explained, but most of her words went in one ear and out the other as you stared at the small skeleton man. He had what looked like a fancy suit on, though it looked like it was in constant motion, and occasionally appeared to gain weight before sucking itself back in. It was almost hypnotizing.

“What…” You tore your eyes away from the creature, paying more attention to the conversation. “Sue, I’ve literally never seen this kind of ‘pet’ before. I was expecting a hairless hamster or something. What am I supposed to feed it? Is there even a care sheet for this sort of…thing?” You stood up, pacing around the living room.

“Oh, it’s super easy to take care of, trust me! They are just like… tiny people! They can talk—well, most of them—and take care of themselves for the most part. You just have to keep them company and make sure they don’t hurt themselves. Honestly I’d be watching him myself if I was going to be home. Like I said, I left in a rush this morning and forgot about him…”

“Is everything alright with you? I’ve literally never witnessed you forget anything before and I think that’s the third time you said you forgot something today.” You grew concerned for your friend, glancing back at the box.

“I think it’s just the skeleton. Mabel’s pets sometimes have… quirks. You don’t have to worry about it too much though. I know it’s a lot to ask, but are you still willing to watch him for a few days? I’m going to be out of town and he just lost his previous owner… I’ll double your usual pet sitting wage!” Normally you wouldn’t ask that, but more likely than not Sue would end up giving a massive tip anyway. You knew she could easily afford it, at least.

You thought a moment. Sure, this thing is nothing like any other pet you watched, but you really could use the money right now. “Okay, I can watch him. Is there anything else I should grab from your place?” You heard a sigh of relief from the other end.

“No, I didn’t get anything from Mabel’s other than the skeleton. Like I said, you just need to treat them like a tiny person. They don’t need any special food, so you can just cut a bite out of whatever you would eat and give it to them.”

“Okay… I’ll take him home now. I’ll call you if I need anything.” You hesitated, glancing at the small skeleton again.

“Sure thing! The most important thing is to make sure he isn’t alone for too long. He’s one of the quieter ones, so I’m not exactly sure how he’s handling…everything. But yeah! Feel free to message me whenever! I’ll be a little busy but I’ll get back to you when I can.”

“Have fun with your meetings.” You hung up the call and walked back to the box, seeing the skeleton not acknowledge your existence at all. “Hey, buddy, you’re gonna live with me for a little while, okay?” you asked, though if he heard you, he made no motion for it. Did he even have ears?

You waited a moment before closing the box again, and bringing it back to your car. You made sure the drive home wasn’t too loud for the… skeleton, keeping the volume of the radio much lower than you usually have it. You tried to talk a little bit, how you usually do when you bring dogs to your place, but it was different knowing maybe this pet could understand the “Almost there!”s you said.

When you finally got home you made sure to announce it, being careful not to jostle the box too much on your way inside. You made your way to the couch, carefully placing the box on the coffee table, and opened it. The skeleton startled you, for some reason you already forgot what he looked like, but you quickly shook it off and watched him carefully.

“Hey there, buddy, how’re you doing?” You asked, trying to get his attention. The skeleton still had his knees to his chest, but his eye lights followed you. You licked your lips. “Uh…I’m going to take you out of the box now, alright?” You waited for a response, but he simply blinked.

“Okay, here I go.” You slowly put your hands in the box, attempting to cup around his small body. At the touch his suit expanded and you could swear he was melting. You pulled your hands away from him quickly, feeling and seeing the dark stickiness cling on your hands for a moment before being pulled back into a normal-ish body. “O-oh! I…I’m sorry?” You half asked, but the skeleton didn’t do anything. It did look like it was sweating…maybe it was stressed. It was sitting in the corner of the box, and cats tended to do that to feel more secure and protected from the sides. You needed to keep an eye on him, but if there was a way he could be surrounded by something—oh! “One second,” you quickly told him, making sure he wasn’t going to move.

You got up from the couch and went to your kitchen, digging through the cup cabinet until you found a stray glencairn that you’ve never used before. It might be a tight fit… but you had bigger cups you could use if this even seemed like it was going to work out. You brought the glass back and showed the small skeleton. “Here, I’m going to, uh, put you in this, okay? That way I can carry you around and you don’t have to worry about me touching you,” you explained, still not sure if he could understand.

Accepting the fact you wouldn’t be getting much of a response out of him, you tilted the glass and brought it close to him, using your other hand to slowly cup the other side of him. His body expanded again, sticking to your hand, but you continued to scoop him into the cup a little slower. He clung to your hand for a moment, the chilliness of his… slime? Whatever it was, it sent a shiver up your spine, before he finally let go and settled in the glass.

He looked around in the glass a moment, before his body lost all form of…well, form.

He was melting.

The skeleton deformed and collapsed into a black puddle in the cup and you frantically scrambled to grab your phone. Your fingers were on auto-pilot as they hit Sue’s number, and you felt your breathing speed up as the phone rang. You couldn’t draw your eyes away from the puddle of a creature in your glass.

Ring… Ring… “Yeah?”

“IT MELTED,” you shouted, realizing how bad you were shaking. You’ve been home less than five minutes and you already melted her skeleton.

“It—Oh! Forgot to mention that! It uh, it can do that. I don’t know what it means, since I’ve only ever seen it do it once, but it’s fine! It’ll turn back to normal pretty quick I think, at least soon as I saw it like that it turned back to normal—” You heard a muffled voice on the other side of the phone interrupt Sue, and it was silent for a moment before her voice was a little closer to the speaker. “Listen, I need to go. You are doing great so far, I’m sure! You don’t have to worry so much about it, like, we only have a problem if it turns to dust, okay?”

“Turns to dust—what?” you asked, but you heard the phone rub against some clothing.

“Remind me later! Bye!” The three tones followed Sue’s exit, leaving you in silence as you stared at the black puddle of a was-skeleton in a whiskey glass. You awkwardly sat there, phone still pressed to the side of your face for a moment before putting it down. You didn’t know what to make of the situation.

“H-h-how you doing, b-buddy?” You finally asked, turning the glass slightly and looking for any hint of the skeleton within the puddle of darkness. After a tense moment of searching, whiteness built at the top of the liquid, and a skull formed, followed by shoulders. It looked like the skeleton was simply sitting in shoulder-height dark matter, looking at you.

“Ayyy there you are!” You felt a nervous smile make its way on your face. “How you doing there?” It didn’t move. “I-I, uh…I’ll make us lunch, okay? You feeling spaghetti?” you asked, not expecting much of a response but the skeleton actually frowned. “O-or, I can fry up a burger real quick?” You tried again, and this time you got a slight nod. Progress!

“Okie dokie, buddy, I’m gonna bring you over to the kitchen now, just let me know if you are uncomfortable or anything,” you said, carefully picking up the glass. He sunk more into the darkness, keeping just his eyes out of the liquid to watch you. You placed him next to the oven so you could keep track of him in case he did anything else unexpected, but he seemed perfectly intent on watching you as you prepped the stove.

Thankfully you had frozen pre-made patties, so this meal was minimum effort on your end. You fried up the burger and got a bun ready with your usual additions. Every so often you would glance up at the skeleton to double check he wasn’t doing anything new, but he simply watched you. Every time you checked it seemed like more of him was out of the slime. You focused back on the burger, before realizing you forgot something! You opened the fridge and grabbed a piece of cheese, opening it up and getting ready to put it on the patty to melt.

“No cheese, please.”

“Sure thing, buddy,” you replied, putting the cheese to the side before freezing. “Wait, you spoke?” You turned towards the not-so-puddle-y skeleton now, who looked to be kneeling in the glass, leaning his elbows along the rim and resting his chin in his hands.

“Of course.” He rolled his eyes, seeming irritated instead of reserved now. “You were not paying very close attention to me, I tried waving my hands at you but you were too busy with your cooking to notice. I had no choice but to drop the silent act.” You stared wide-eyed at the skeleton as he spoke. He had a voice that reminded you of Sherlock Holmes. Not the Bumbletit Cumbercrotch one though, the Robert Downey, Jr. one.

“O-oh! I’m sorry, buddy!” You apologised, and he raised an…eyebrow-bone? He didn't have an eyebrow but he could make expressions like he did at the very least. “I-I mean—”

“The name is Doctor Gaster, if you insist in trying to call me by something.” He interrupted.

“Gaster? Well I—”

“Doctor Gaster, unless you carry the title as well..”

“Uh, right—Doctor Gaster… Nice to meet you properly then…” You swallowed, feeling even more awkward now that the “pet skeleton” was now speaking…and apparently has a better education than you did. “Like, an actual doctor or—”

“The burger is burning.” He ignored the start of your question and looked towards the patty, which was just starting to burn. You quickly turned the oven off and used a spatula to drop the burger onto your prepared bun. You glanced at Gaster before putting the burger all together, and pulled out a knife to cut him a section. “I don’t need a lot, I am not terribly hungry at the moment.”

You nodded, cutting a small portion off of the burger and placing it on the smallest plate you had, which was still probably ten times the size you needed. “You…want anything to drink?” Gaster considered for a while, tapping the edge of the glass he was in.

“Some water would be delightful.” He finally settled on, and you looked for a glass small enough for him. The best you could do was a shotglass, but like with everything in your house, was still too big for easy use for him. He must have seen the concern on your face. “That glass will do. I am not as inept as you may think.”

You filled it with water before bringing it and your plates to the coffee table, and coming back to grab Gaster and bringing him over there as well. Placing Gaster’s glencairn next to the plate and shotglass, you sat down on the couch, still too nervous to bother with your burger yet. Gaster glanced up at you, tapping his finger against the glass for a moment before coughing.

“Well? Mind helping me out of this?” He asked, as if it was obvious. Before you could respond he waved a hand with irritation. “Nevermind, I can handle it.” He started pulling himself up out of the glass like how one would get out of the side of a pool. He huffed, resting his upper half of his body over the edge while trying to get his long legs out of the awkwardly shaped cup, and his weight started to unbalance the glass. The glencairn tilted, and by the time you noticed what was happening, the glass hit the table with a loud clang, empty.

You blinked, before you registered emptiness. “Gaster?” You asked, picking up the—thankfully not cracked—glass, and looking around the table.

“Doctor Gaster.” His voice came from the right, and you saw him laying on his stomach on the ground three feet away, rubbing his head. He got to his knees, before looking at you and crossing his arms. “Of all of the containers I’ve been in, that glass had to be the least practically shaped yet.” He commented as you got off the couch and knelt down in front of him.

“Sorry, it was the only fully transparent glass I had. I wanted to make sure I could keep an eye on you…But how did you end up here?” You offered a hand to him, and he hesitated before half-crawling onto your hand and sitting on your palm, his hands grabbing either side of if to stabilize himself.

“Teleportation. I try not to do it too often as it can be quite a strain on my reserves, though this time I panicked. I suppose your ‘Sue’ didn’t tell you about that?” He was fully solid this time, you didn’t sense anything sticking to your hand. Maybe it had something to do with his mood?

“Not at all.” You carefully brought him back up to the coffee table, and rested your hand close to his plate. He got off surprisingly gracefully for someone who has such lanky limbs and just fell out of a glass.

“I suppose that is to be expected. I did not know her for a terribly long amount of time, and she never required me to break the silent act.” He sat on the plate and crossed his legs, grabbing the still-to-big slice of burger.

“Why the act?” you asked, grabbing your own burger and taking a bite. You watched as Gaster struggled to keep the small burger slice together unless he was holding it sideways, and he then continued to eat it like a watermelon. His mouth was still too small to get all the different parts of the burger in a bite, but he didn’t seem like he was going to complain at the moment. He swallowed and cleared his throat.

“Have you ever acted mute before?” He asked, looking at you. You shook your head, continuing to eat your burger. “A strange phenomenon happens when others see you as mute. A good majority of people will believe you are deaf, or dumb, or maybe even both, and treat you as such. If you want to know the true intentions of someone you never met before, just lead them to believe you do not speak, and you will have your answer.” He put down his burger and looked to the shot glass of water. You were going to grab it for him, but suddenly tiny versions of his hands appeared around it. They worked together to grab it and bring it over to him, and he carefully took a drink out of the oversized cup.

“Huh, I suppose that makes sense. Sorry to make you break your act before you wanted to though.” You figured Gaster must like knowing exactly who he’s dealing with, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable in any way. After all, he would be able to tell Sue how his time here was, and you didn’t want to get a bad review.

He finished drinking, and the hands floated the shot glass back to where it was before vanishing. “It is fine. I got the general idea about you at least. Not sure how long I would have put up with you ‘buddy’ nickname anyway.” He shrugged, going back to his burger.

“If it’s anything to consider, I am enjoying having two-sided conversations with you more than the one-sided ones.” You give him a smile, and he nods.

The rest of the meal went by quickly, you didn’t have a lot to say and he didn’t seem to be the conversation starter type of person, but you were slowly getting more comfortable with the small skeleton. At the end of lunch you brought the dishes over to the sink to clean, and Gaster requested to be in the glencairn once more.

“Are you sure? You said it was awkward…” you asked, wanting to make sure. There was no point in him saying in an uncomfortable glass—he was able to teleport, there was no use trying to keep an eye on him anymore.

“No, I said it was the least practically shaped container I have been in. That being said, it is also one of the more comfortable ones I have sat in yet.” He corrected, looking at the glass with a finger to his chin. “So yes, please assist me.” He held out his arms.

You gently grabbed his sides and picked him up enough to place into the glass, and he quickly knelt down to sit in the glencairn. You watched him for a moment, before attending to the dishes.

“Something on your mind?” He asked, watching your hands. You glanced at him again, seeing he was still solid-bodied.

“Well earlier, you were, well…” You wiggled your fingers vaguely, trying to find the proper way to say “slime” without being offensive, since you didn’t know if it was a touchy subject or not.

“Ah, yes, that. I was very stressed for the past…26 hours, give or take. When given an enclosed space I simply couldn’t keep myself together any more. Normally I do not let others see me in such a state, my apologies.” Gaster looked away, looking embarrassed about it.

“Nah man, don’t apologize. If you need to let it out, let it out. You’ve been through a lot, I’m not gonna blame you if you need time to yourself.” You scrubbed the dishes, trying to act as casual as you could. “If you ever feel like going all gooey, just go ahead, I don’t judge. Besides, I know how it is to lose someone. I personally wanted to sleep for the next week, and I kinda did. It did make me feel better in the end, so do what you need to do.” You stacked the dishes and looked over to Gaster, and saw him looking at you. You couldn’t read his face.

“So…You would not be against me taking this time to rest, instead of socializing with you?” He asked, uncertain.

“Of course not Gas—I mean, Doctor Gaster. I can put you in my room and turn off the lights if you need?”

“That won’t be necessary. My eternal gratitude.” And with that, he melted.

You looked at the black tar that was sitting in the glencairn, and finally allowed yourself to wonder what exactly you got yourself into.