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Crying why did I just realize I have the most kudos-d fic in the Josh/Stefon tag 😭

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Beta AU - Main story, Chapter 3, daily life (Part 1)

Note of the author: We’re taking a break from the fresh angst to just... Discover new stuff.

Chapter 3: What is beyond humans’ control - Daily life

Day 9 since the beginning of the game. 7:00 AM.

Shuichi laid awake on his bed, the vision of Maki’s corpse still in his mind.

He had woken up several times during the night. He tried taking a shower, fidgeting with one of the items he got at the Monomono machine, but nothing really helped.

He gave up on sleeping and prepared himself to go to the dining hall, and perhaps find other people like him.

He actually didn’t see anyone on his way, to his surprise.

Suddenly, as he entered the main building, he spotted Monosuke, who looked liked it had been crushed by a huge falling object. He remembered the circumstances of Maki’s execution. Did the bear even escaped with the others? Monokuma probably took the remaining pieces and put them here.

Speaking of Monokuma, he appeared out of nowhere.

“My sweet monokub... It’s such a tragedy!” he cried.

Shuichi sighed. “You force us to kill each other. I can’t exactly feel sorry for your kid.”

The bear took out his claws. “Hey! A little bit of respect here!”

The brunet was unimpressed.

“Fine! I shall grief on my own! Kids are so insensitive these days...”

The teen rolled his eyes and headed to the dining hall, as Monokuma shoo-ed him away.

However, when he reached his destination, no one else was here aside from Korekiyo, drinking his tea.

What surprised Shuichi a bit more was that breakfast seemed already prepared and disposed on the table, with fruit juice, toast, butter, jam and more. Kirumi usually waited until everyone was here to prepare something, and it was usually something cooked, like pancakes.

It looked more like a casual, nice breakfast rather than the refined service they were getting thanks to the maid.

Perhaps it was because her secret was out, and she decided to give up the facade.

“You’re awake as well, I see.” the taller man said.

Shuichi took a seat in front of him. “I couldn’t sleep much to be honest...”

Korekiyo nodded. “I understand. Yesterday was difficult for all of us. If you need to talk about it my services are still available.”

He waved his hand. “No thanks, I’m good, I think.”

“I cannot force you to talk, but please seek help to one of us if needed.” He replied. “Also, take whatever you want on the table, although the usual service will still be provided later if you want to.”

The violinist poured himself some apple juice. “Did Kirumi decide to stop doing the usual breakfast?”

The man shook his head. “It wasn’t Kirumi’s idea actually, to do a casual breakfast. In fact she didn’t prepare any of this.”

Shuichi raised an eyebrow. “Huh? Did you do it yourse-”

“Some cereal and milk if you guys want to! And also some fresh orange-carotte juice prepared by yours truly!”

It was... Miu? The boy blinked in confusion. She wasn’t the type to help much in the kitchen, from what he’s seen. But after all, Kirumi didn’t exactly want anyone helping her to do the cooking.

“Good morning!” she smiled at him.

Shuichi blinked. “Did you prepare this?”

She nodded. “Yup! I know everyone isn’t exactly in a good mood, but I thought I could at least try to do something. Casual breakfast is nice too, y’know?”

He smiled. The overall smell reminded him of those summers he spent with his uncle and cousin, eating breakfast, the sun rising outside. “That’s really nice of you, thanks!”

Miu stared at him with dumbfounded eyes for a moment before she shook her head. “... Don’t mention it. Anyway, I’m helping Kirumi with the pancakes, do you still want the usual?”

“No, I’m good, thank you!” he replied.

Miu left to get back to the kitchen with a weak smile.

Shuichi turned to Kiyo. “What happened? I thought she would be a bit less... Motivated, considering yesterday.”

Kiyo took a sip of his tea. “She asked me about what she could do to handle the situation better. I suggested her to do things that reminded her of her life before the game, not necessarily her job as an artist.”

He chuckled. “And that’s how she ended up preparing breakfast for everyone.”

Shuichi looked at the entire table with wide eyes.

She had prepared a lot.

Her adopted son must have been spoiled by Miu back then.

“Although she insisted on learning how to do Kirumi’s pancakes, so I’m guessing that’s what they’re preparing.” Kiyo added.

Shuichi couldn’t quite hear, but the girls were talking in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but think about Kirumi. They didn’t talk about her real talent too much during the trial, but perhaps it was for the best. However he didn’t know how things would be from now on. How would the others act around her? Will she get some sort of punishment anyway?

He shook his head. Miu had prepared everything so everyone would feel better. Now was not the time to ponder about this.

As time passed, the others slowly came in, one by one. Even though no one could forget what they had seen yesterday, thanks to Miu the morning was a bit better than how Shuichi expected it to happen.

However some people were missing, he noticed. There were supposed to be 12 of them now. They were... 10? He didn’t notice immediately who was missing. It was around 8:30 AM by now.

But it became clear when Himiko entered the dining hall, looking visibly worried.

She sat next to Shuichi, at the end of the table.

“Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Mmh... It’s just that Kokichi refuses to leave his room. He said he’s not feeling well but... I don’t know what to do.” she replied, looking at the orange juice glass she had in front of her.

“Perhaps it would be better to leave him alone for now. Even if you managed to encourage him yesterday, it wouldn’t be surprising if he still felt guilty about the whole incident.” Kiyo pondered.

Himiko nodded, but that didn’t seem to help.

About two minutes later, Shuichi noticed Miu leaving the dining hall with a plate of pancakes and some fruit juice.

...

Around ten minutes later, just as Miu passed the door, Monokuma appeared out of nowhere as usual.

“Now, now! Since I’m a busy bear I don’t need you guys overreacting each time I appear!” he said.

Rantaro didn’t even try to hide his exasperation. “And every single time you appear I ask for you to get to the point.”

The bear cleared his throat. (Does he even need to do so?) “Ahem! It’s almost halftime, so the stats should be out soon for everyone to obsess over... And of course since you guys overcame the class trial, I figured I’d give you all a wonderful prize!”

Kirumi didn’t bother looking at the bear. “And we know the deal by now. Give us the prizes and go away. No one needs you here.”

However Monokuma looked like he was waiting for something.

“I said, I figured I’d give you all a wonderful prize!”

Still nothing.

“... Huh? My adorable little cubs aren’t coming? That’s strange.”

Suddenly their catchphrase was heard and the three remaining monokubs appeared.

“Rise and shine, Ursine!” they all chanted.

Monokuma, as usual, kept talking about how “cute” they were.

“Hey, my cute little cubs... Could you hurry up and give them the prize...?”

“FATHER... WE-ARE-NOT-YOUR-SLAVES.” Monodam said. “WE-WILL-NOT-LET-YOU-USE-US-ANYMORE.”

“Huh??” the black bear was sweating(?)

“WE-ARE-ABLE-TO-CONTROL-THIS-ACADEMY. THEREFORE, FROM-NOW-ON... I-WILL-BE-CALLING-THE-SHOTS.”

To everyone’s surprise, the smaller bears started fighting with their so called father, and even brought the exisals to prove their point.

Monokuma panicked, and suddenly froze.

Himiko raised an eyebrow. “... Is he dead?”

Keebo poked the immobile bear. “I don’t know... He looks like he stopped working.”

“ANYWAY. AS-THE-NEW-HEADMASTERS, WE-HAVE-FOR-YOU-BASTARDS... A-WONDERFUL-PRIZE!” Monodam announced.

The three bears offered them a golden hammer, a magic key and a ninja scroll.

“We’ve also hidden a flashback light. I hope you all grow closer now that you’ve regained more of your memories.” Monophanie added.

The bears left after that.

“Sheesh, do they want us to get along or to kill each other?” Kaito asked to no one in particular.

“If they can help us overthrow Monokuma, they could make useful allies!~” Angie suggested.

“They could be useful, but I doubt Monokuma will let them continue their tantrum for long.” Rantaro pondered.

Ryoma approached the frozen Monokuma. “Start the searches without me. I would like to take a look at... Whatever Monokuma is.”

Keebo looked skeptic. “Are you sure this is safe?”

The smaller man looked at him. “Can you help me take it to the warehouse? Two people would be better to examine him.”

The two took one last look at the bear. “The rules say not to harm the headmaster of the academy, but if he’s just frozen I don’t think we’ll get in too much trouble.”

“Can we leave this to you two then?” Rantaro asked.

Keebo grabbed the bear with ease. Ryoma gave him a thumbs-up. “You can count on us, boss.”

Rantaro chuckled as the two left the dining hall. He took a look around. “We’re still missing Kokichi, right?”

Himiko had her head resting in her arms. “He said he isn’t feeling well and asked to be left alone...”

“Which makes 9 of us now. 3 for each item.” Shuichi added.

The remaining students once again separated in groups.

Shuichi went with Rantaro and Kirumi to investigate the magic key.

Kaito, Miu and Himiko left with the golden hammer.

Angie, Kiyo and Tsumugi went ahead with the ninja scroll.

While Shuichi’s and Angie’s group stayed in the main building for the research, Kaito’s group decided to check if something appeared outside, like last time.

It didn’t take long for Shuichi to find a use for the key, since it was the door blocking the next set of stairs.

The two groups made their way to the 4th floor. The atmosphere here was heavy, creepy even.

Tsumugi noticed two main rooms on the monopad. One without anything on it and the other had a hammer and a chisel as an icon. They concluded they were the two new labs waiting to be opened. One for Angie and the other was still unknown.

Angie immediately jumped into her lab. It had a very different aura from the hallway. It was illuminated, and it looked like nature somehow made it’s way here, with grass between the floorboards and ivy on the walls. There were even exotic potted plants. But more importantly, on the wooden shelves were disposed many carving tools. There were also clay bags on the floor, and huge logs and stones on the other part of the lab. With them, bigger tools, like hammers, saws and... An axe?

Angie approached it casually, grabbing it easily despite her short stature. “This lab is a blessing!”

When she saw Shuichi looking at her with worried eyes, she smiled. “Do not worry, Shuichi! It was very common for sculptors on my island to do the entire work by themselves! From collecting the materials to create the work of art!”

He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Did you really use these tools by yourself?”

She nodded happily. “Yup! Yup! Back on my island the more the artist was implied in the work, the more highly they were looked upon!”

She put back the axe to where it originally was. “I was one of the only artists to actually do the whole work by themselves. I was even recruited by Atua to contribute to the temple!”

“Atua...?” Shuichi asked.

“The leader, the governor of the island is Atua’s prophet! Being chosen to help him is like being chosen by Atua himself!” she replied. Although Shuichi could hear a hint of bitterness in her voice.

He checked to make sure no one was listening. “Is... Anything wrong? You don’t look fully pleased with this-”

“Atua is a joke.”

Shuichi’s eyes widened.

“I used to believe Atua’s prophet was actually passing his knowledge and wisdom, but he’s a lying, manipulative sack of shit I never want to see again. This island is behind me and that’s the reason I don’t want to leave this academy, ever.” she flatly said.

The boy had no idea how to respond.

“Woopsie daisy! Did I slip up? Sorry Shuichi, could you leave my lab for a minute? I wanna see if I can get some inspiration now that all of my material is here!” she turned back to him with a bright smile.

He preferred not to say anything. Perhaps he should tell Kiyo about this.

After leaving, Shuichi heard a click behind him. Angie had locked the door.

He passed by Tsumugi’s lab, which was open thanks to the ninja scroll, now placed in a small statue in front of the lab. Tsumugi and Kiyo were already looking around, so he decided to take a look at the three rooms on the map.

He saw Rantaro and Kirumi looking around.

“So? Anything new on your side?” Rantaro asked.

Shuichi preferred not to mention his conversation with the girl. “Angie’s lab is opened and she looks pleased with it. Although she asked not to be disturbed since she wanted some inspiration.”

“I see.” Kirumi said. “This room is empty. I don’t really know what exactly we could do with it.”

Rantaro approached the door. “They don’t have a lock on them. Just a handle.”

Shuichi looked around. “It looks like you could do some kind of occult seance here... Does Monokuma want us to summon a demon? I’m really not into that stuff.”

Rantaro blinked. “I would have gladly said something, but I genuinely have no clue what you’re talking about.”

Kirumi sighed. “And here I thought I could get some common sense out of you two. Demons don’t exist, neither do ghosts or any supernatural creatures.”

Rantaro sneered. “Well excuse me if I’ve never heard of ‘the occult’ before. I didn’t exactly got into high school, you know?”

Kirumi shrugged. “Same here. I got my job pretty early. But at least I have a little knowledge of what that is.”

They remained silent. They had avoided talking about her talent until now.

“That’s right... Your talent is ultimate mercenary...” Shuichi muttered.

“Now let me be clear about this.” She turned to the two, as intimidating as ever. “I have no reason to escape. There is food, water, there is no police, no one to pay me to kill other people... This is the most peaceful I’ve been in years, ironically.” she explained.

“I understand the feeling.” the medic said. “However gaining the trust of everyone else is going to be hard, I’m sure you know that.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Why do you think I’m telling you this? You two are probably the most willing to listen to what I have to say. Tsumugi was really insistant on her theories to try and accuse Miu, Ryoma and Kiyo are not trusting me in the slightest and Keebo... Let’s just say I don’t really trust him.”

Shuichi raised an eyebrow. “Kiyo? He is willing to listen to anyone though...”

She crossed her arms. “’Willing to listen’ and ‘trusting’ are two very different things. That’s what differentiates strategists and friends.” she explained. “Although I shouldn’t be talking. My job requires me not to trust anyone.”

Rantaro nodded. “I see.”

He approached Kirumi. “Saying that I fully trust you would be lying, but I trust you for now like I trust the rest of us.” He extended his hand. “So for now let’s just call this stay at the academy a break from our respective jobs. Is that alright with you?”

The mercenary smiled. “It looks like we’re on the same page. I appreciate it.” She shook his hand.

Shuichi scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll do my best to stay neutral on the matter.”

“Thank you.”

The trio left the first room to check the others. They all looked the same, so they didn’t pay much attention to them.

As Rantaro suggested them to go to Tsumugi’s lab, Kirumi kept staring at the end of the corridor.

“Did you find something?” asked Shuichi.

The young woman approached the picture and carefully touched it. “This is a pane of glass, not a canvas.”

She gently knocked on it. “There’s something behind it. It’s not just a wall.”

Rantaro crossed his arms. “My guess would be that this is where the hammer is used. However Kaito’s group is outside.”

Kirumi sighed. “That means they didn’t find anything.”

Shuichi giggled. “At least they tried...”

The group went to Tsumugi’s lab.

They were surprised to see that the lab had several floors, each filled with countless bookshelves. The first floor however, had some desks and blackboards to the side. The room had a modern feeling, unlike Angie’s lab. However unlike the library or Kaede’s lab, it felt like Tsumugi could do searches on her own, like a real laboratory for theoreticians.

Tsumugi was on one of the higher floors, going through the books, and Kiyo joined the group by going down the first set of stairs.

“You three are back I see. What did you discover?” He asked.

“Not much. There are three empty rooms for... What did you call it Shuichi?” Rantaro turned to the blue eyed teen.

He chuckled. “Occult... But that was just a guess! I don’t know what whoever built this academy had in mind!”

Kiyo blinked in confusion. “You... Don’t know what the occult is?”

Rantaro hid his face in his hands. “No I don’t. Seriously! What’s with you people summoning creatures! I have enough to deal with when I work, I don’t need... Whatever you try to make magically appear!”

Shuichi laughed as Kirumi sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Basically the occult is a bunch of scam artists profiting from people’s ignorance on basic concepts of physics to make money.” Tsumugi approached them, a huge book under her arm.

Kirumi had a sarcastic smile on her face. “I like this definition.”

Kiyo looked back at Shuichi. “Did you discover anything else?”

“Well... We found the use for the hammer... Except we don’t have the hammer. So we didn’t explore everything yet.” he replied.

Tsumugi hummed as she set her book on one of the desks. “We should get them back so we can finish searching the floor.”

“You called for us, so here we are!” a high pitched voice was heard from the entrance of the lab.

Himiko, Miu and Kaito entered the lab.

“When we were looking for clues we saw Monokuma outside and he pretty much guided us to the flashback light. Ryoma and Keebo joined us for some time but they thought that since we’re a lot here already, they said they were going to wait in the dining hall with the flashback light.” the latter explained.

“Oh.”

They decided to split up. Kirumi, Rantaro, Himiko and Shuichi would investigate the hammer while the others would be waiting in the dining hall.

They approached the glass pane. Kirumi, who had the hammer, broke the glass, opening a secret passageway.

The corridor had a different atmosphere, more like a deserted underground street. Himiko took a deep breath, already not liking the place. Rantaro and Kirumi didn’t seem to mind.

As they went through the dark hallway, only illuminated by a few weak light bulbs, they found the door. It was made of iron or steel, and it was really rusty.

Shuichi decided to check the monopad to see what exactly could this room be.

On the map was... A lotus flower and a hammer? It wasn’t like a tool, more like a judge’s hammer.

“So? Do you know what this is?” Kirumi asked.

Shuichi frowned. “I’m not sure...” he showed the tablet to the others.

Rantaro hummed. “I think I know... This is probably Kokichi’s lab.”

Himiko snatched Shuichi’s monopad. “Hmm... A lotus flower and a judge’s hammer? What does this have to do with Kokichi?”

Kirumi pondered. “I understand the judge’s hammer but I don’t know about the lotus. Either way, that’s the only possibility that fits.”

Shuichi put a finger on his chin. “Let’s see... We still have the labs of Himiko, Ryoma, Keebo, Kaito, and Kokichi to discover. So I think you’re right.”

Himiko gave the monopad back. “I don’t know if this is okay, but I really want to know what’s in there...”

Rantaro put a hand on the door. “Seeing what Kokichi thinks of his talent, perhaps we should take a look in case he refuses to go by himself.”

The four opened the door. The room looked like a vandalized casino on one side, and a ruined courtroom on the other. The casino part had luck-based games disposed on the tables, like roulette and some card games. There were also a few broken slot machines and games of darts. The courtroom part had a damaged podium in the back and a few chairs and benches on the sides.

The entire scene was unsettling, to say the least.

Kirumi was inspecting the luck games, regrouping the cards and try to make some order in that mess. Rantaro was going through the games in the shelves, dusty and dirty.

Himiko looked desolated in front of the courtroom part. She had her fists clenched, but didn’t say anything. Shuichi felt bad for her.

“Perhaps we should go back with the others... They’re waiting for us to activate the flashback light.” He suggested.

The others agreed and went back to the dining hall, Himiko desperately trying to calm down.

When they joined the others, everyone else was here, including Kokichi, surprisingly. However the four agreed not to say anything at the moment.

“So? Did you find anything?” Keebo asked.

Rantaro approached the flashback light. “It’s Kokichi’s lab from what we’ve seen. But we left almost immediately since you guys were waiting for us.”

Kokichi jumped at Rantaro’s declaration. “I see... I’ll check it out later.”

Kirumi crossed her arms. “So? Shall we use it?”

Rantaro looked at everyone to see if there were any objections. When none of them said anything, he turned on the flashback light.

They saw their own funeral. Their portraits... Them running from a certain group and them presumably dying in an accident...

After the memory flash, Shuichi struggled to keep his balance.

“Our own funeral...?” he muttered. He looked at the others, confused and worried as well.

“What the hell? I’m not dead!” Kaito yelled.

“We’re right here! What was that??” Himiko exclaimed.

“That doesn’t make any seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Keebo tried to say something, but suddenly froze, repeating the same noise on loop like a broken record.

“Keebo?” Ryoma said, approaching the robot. “Keebo!”

Kirumi smacked the robot on the head. She shook her hand after doing so. That must have hurt.

“Ouch! What h-h-h-happened?” Keebo said, immediately realizing the problem.

“Are you okay?” Rantaro asked.

“I-I don’t know... My head feels dizzy...” he rubbed the back of his head where the woman had smacked him.

Ryoma winced. “I don’t have many tools available, but I’ll try to see what I can do.”

Tsumugi glanced at the small man. “I can try to help. My lab opened and there are some books about robotics here.”

Shuichi looked at the ground. “Perhaps it should be better from now on if Keebo didn’t use the flashback lights...”

Kiyo raised an eyebrow. “Hold on, did that also happen after the first?”

Keebo winced. “Yes, Shuichi found me zoning out for a while some time after we used the first flashback light...”

Ryoma lowered his cap. “For now try not to do too much unnecessary stuff. Tsumugi and I can try to help you get fixed but we can’t do miracles. Her specialty is not robotics and it isn’t mine either.”

Keebo nodded. “I understand.”

“Anyway, what happened for us to get out own funerals?” Miu asked.

Shuichi was troubled as well. “I don’t know, but we’re definitely not dead.”

Kokichi frowned. “... I don’t think that funeral is real. It must have been faked... Somehow.”

Tsumugi pondered. “That’s the most plausible theory. Either we faked our own funerals to be safe from whoever was organizing the ultimate hunt or whoever caught us organized the funeral so no one will try to find us anymore. But we’re definitely alive.”

“However this flashback light didn’t give us a lot of details.” Kiyo noted.

Since they didn’t have much to think about, Miu and Kirumi prepared lunch.

After that, everyone parted their ways.

Keebo, Ryoma and Tsumugi were in the warehouse to try to see what was wrong with the robot.

Himiko, Kokichi and Angie were in the latter’s lab.

Miu and Kiyo were most likely talking outside.

Kirumi and Rantaro were talking in the maid’s lab.

Kaito was walking in the main building alone, so Shuichi went to him.

“Wait for me, Kaito!”

The biker turned around. “Oh hey, Shuichi. Do you need me for something?”

Shuichi scratched his head. “Not really... Just thought we could hang out.”

Kaito smiled. “I get ya. But I need to go to Rantaro’s lab to get some painkillers. My... Head hurts.”

Shuichi blinked. “Are you okay?”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing. Let’s just go.”

The two made their way to Rantaro’s lab. Shuichi noticed Kaito was slightly limping, but that would have been rude to make a comment about that.

“Are you sure he won’t mind?” the violinist asked.

Kaito started going through the drawers on the left. “I told him earlier. He just asked me to tell him whenever I took some.”

After a minute of research he found a box of paracetamol. Shuichi didn’t do much in the meantime. He watched Kaito swallow two tablets in silence.

The two left the lab, not really knowing what to do.

“You think there’s a card game around here?” Kaito asked. “I used to play a lot with the guys.”

“You mean gambling?” Shuichi asked.

“I mean sometimes we played poker but most of the time we played simple card games. No bets, just chilling. There aren’t a lot of games we could play only us two though.” he pondered.

The smaller boy tried to think as well. “I think I know where we could find a card game but I’m still hesitant to go there...”

“Want me to go with you?”

“I don’t think it will matter much if we just borrow it... Follow me.”

The two made their way to Kokichi’s lab. Kaito was a bit disturbed, but didn’t say anything. Shuichi went through one of the shelves, grabbed a set of cards and the two left. The lab would have been a good place to play if the ambiance wasn’t so creepy.

They went back to the dining hall to play. The cards were dusty, but none were missing.

Kaito taught Shuichi one of the more popular games. Although “taught” isn’t the right word, since the game was all about discovering the rules by yourself and not having someone telling them. According to Kaito, “That’s the main rule of the game. You can’t talk about the rules or else you get a penalty.”

“Queen of spades, God saves the queen.” Kaito said, putting the card in front of him.

Shuichi looked at his cards. He hesitantly put a seven of spades. “Seven of spades...?”

“Penalty. You didn’t say ‘Have a nice day’ and didn’t take a card.” he said giving two cards of the pile to Shuichi, a large grin on his face.

“That’s not fair! I have no idea what’s going on and you could be making up the rules for all I know!” he replied, taking his new cards.

Kaito laughed. “That’s what I love about this game. When you get to teach it to others, you spend 30 minutes giving cards to them because they don’t know the rules.”

Shuichi groaned in frustration. The game was fun nevertheless. 

They continued playing, Shuichi slowly understanding the rules.

“Hey...” Kaito said. “I was thinking about last trial...”

Shuichi lifted his head to look at him. “... What is it?”

The biker put down a card. “What do you think would have happened if Maki had successfully killed one of us and not Kaede?”

Shuichi paused. He didn’t know. He really didn’t. “I... Think it depends on who would be the victim. If Kirumi died... Then there was no way we could have won the trial... I think.”

Kaito hummed. “I still feel bad... They wanted to escape together, right?”

Shuichi thought about what Rantaro said after the trial.

If someone kills they must accept what’s coming to them.

“Still... It was either them or the 12 of us. I... Think it’s a good thing we managed to get through this class trial.” he hesitantly replied, putting another card on the table.

“I mean yeah but... At what cost? We’re just killing more people as we go through these. Hell- Tenko and Maki didn’t even kill for selfish reasons. Tenko did it so we would all survive the time limit and Maki killed for Kaede. That’s fucked up.”

Shuichi looked down. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. I don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. We have to go through these trials and we keep killing each other and I don’t know what to do I-”

“Shuichi!”

He looked up to see a worried Kaito starring at him. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“No, it’s fine... I just don’t know what to do to help.”

The biker pondered. “I don’t think we can do much right now. Not gonna lie I kind of hope Kokichi’s karma thing affects Monokuma at some point. It’s not like any of us will mind if something happens to that stupid bear.”

The violinist chuckled. “That’s fair.”

Kaito was about to put down a card when he sighed. “Penalty to us two for talking when we weren’t allowed to.”

The two finished the game in silence. They returned the cards to the lab.

They came across Kokichi, Himiko and Angie, coming out of the craftswoman’s lab. Himiko was holding what looked like a replica of the moon and Kokichi had a wooden statue of a cat.

Angie had taught them the basics of carving and sculpting, and she had made them some sculptures they had requested.

The rest of the afternoon went pretty smoothly.

Miu and Kirumi prepared dinner for the rest of the group. Shuichi was really glad those two were here. Every single meal was fantastic thanks to them. Kirumi was already a certified cook, but ever since Miu started to help, things were more lively.

However, ever since Kirumi’s talent was out, Shuichi noticed some of them waited until Kirumi took the first bite before starting to eat. And unconsciously started doing so as well. It was mostly Angie, Tsumugi, Kokichi and Kaito doing so.

Shuichi felt bad. Just today she told him escaping was not her priority. Trust was not going to be easy to gain for her.

He just hoped those habits would come to an end.

After dinner, he decided to walk and get some fresh air. He noticed Himiko and Kokichi in the courtyard to look at the sky, as usual, and Angie was picking some wisterias.

He smiled at them and went to the main building. After approaching the stairs he heard some people talking from another room.

Shuichi hesitated at first, but decided to check anyway. The voices were from the monomono machine room.

He opened the door to see Ryoma and Rantaro here.

“Huh? Did you guys want some items from there?” he asked.

Ryoma was tapping his fingers on the counter. “I played at the casino the other day and got some coins. I didn’t know what to do with them so Rantaro suggested this.”

Rantaro took a coin from the pile and put it in the machine. “I’m not the type to gamble but this is pretty fun.” He turned the lever. “Sometimes we get doubles but that’s how it works.” he released the button to see what was he going to get.

It was a silver earring.

He took two coins this time and turned the lever. Some candy cigarette fell out. Ryoma took one out. “Some of these aren’t that bad.”

Rantaro put five coins in the machine. “Yeah but I want something other than food if possible.” he released the lever and crossed his fingers. A cleansing air freshener came out. He sighed. “At least it’s not food.”

Shuichi decided to leave since he was getting tired. He waved the two goodbye and went to his room.

Hopefully things would go for the best.

[hawksonfire]

2019: Year In Review

Seeing as how this is the first year that I’ve really written a lot (or anything at all), I thought I’d try out this ‘year in review’ thing. 

This year was the first year (ever) that I’d really put my words out into the world. I was honestly terrified to post my first work on Ao3 - what if no one liked it? What if I got hate for it? And worst of all, what if it was terrible? 

I’m glad to say that none of that even came close to happening. I’m so lucky to have fumbled my way into the Marvel fandom, specifically the Winterhawk portion of it, because it’s just such a welcoming place. Everyone I’ve met has been so welcoming and uplifting, and I can honestly say that there are a few people (everyone) that come to mind who I hope will be with me for years to come.

Back to fic - At the beginning of this year, I had one fic on Ao3 - a 2018 Kinktober fic. At this very moment, I have 100+ fics with over 380k words between them. I’ve written fic for people, gotten fic from people, and posted stuff just for the hell of it. 2019 was a good year for my wording progress, and I can only hope that 2020 beats it.

Accomplishments under the cut! :) 

Stats

Word Count: 380,035

Fic Count: 130 

Fics

Captain Cockblock - a Winterhawk fic in which Steve is constantly cockblocking Bucky and Clint. It was the very first thing I posted in 2019, and I can genuinely say that I was terrified.

Revenge Against Captain Cockblock - the sequel to Captain Cockblock, in which Clint and Bucky (and Sam) get revenge on Steve for the way he kept cockblocking them. First sequel!! I was excited about this one.

Aggressively Progressive - a Stucky fic where Steve tells the press (and other assorted people) exactly what he thinks about the not vaccinating your children (among other things).

How It Should Have Gone - This fic. God, this fic. This was really the first multi-chapter long fic that I had attempted, and I had no idea how it was going to be accepted. It’s set before, during, and after the first Avengers, and in it, Steve attends university, falls in love with Clint and Natasha, and saves the world. It’s canon-adjacent, and I swear this is probably the fic I am most proud of to date.

Steve Rogers: Unapologetic Slut - A 5+1 fic I did as part of the BDBD slutty!Steve challenge. It was definitely a ton of fun to write and as a bonus, it introduced me to the 5+1 trope which I can now say is a favourite of mine.

there is a house in new orleans (they call the rising sun) - A birthday fic for the amazing @kangofu-cb (even though it was late) because she deserves all the nice things, dammit.

i need something to believe in (throw my hands up to the ceiling) - I realized one day, that my best bro @flowerparrish has literally written so much fic for me (check out zir Ameriwinterhawk series, aka, the ‘pornathon verse’ and this Amerihawk sex pollen fic) and yet, somehow, I had not written zir a single thing? This could not stand. So I made my amazing friend choose a whole bunch of prompts from a list, then slammed together a bunch of them into one 68-chapter long fic to be updated as needed. 

Events

MCU Kink Bingo Round 3 - Somehow, I am unsurprised that the very first event I joined this year was a kink bingo. A series of 16 works of various ships and kinks.

Clint Barton Bingo - Clint has always been one of my favourite Marvel characters, so as soon as I saw that this bingo was accepting sign-ups, I had to do it. And I did! It resulted in 19 works from the first round (and more to come from the second round) with Clint being paired with various Marvel characters (but mostly Bucky). 

Mandatory Fun Day - At this point in the year, I was fully inside the Winterhawk dumpster. The lovely mods over at @mandatoryfunday provide weekly prompts for us Winterhawklings to enjoy, and although I haven’t made a fill for this in a while, I definitely enjoyed the ones I did make and hope to make more in 2020.

Star Spangled Bingo - Yes, another bingo. I think this was my third one, but there were plenty more to come. I had a lot of fun participating in this one!

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Bucky, next to Clint, is another favourite character of mine, and I am so glad that the mods over at @buckybarnesbingo decided to do a second round in 2020. They can count on my sign-up, for sure.

Stucky Bingo - While it’s only got one fic so far, I’m definitely planning on writing more for it. XD

Captain America Reverse Big Bang: A Tail of Two Idiots - This!! This was my first RBB and I was incredibly lucky to be paired with the amazing @astaraiches-oisinn. She created some gorgeous art of Steve and Bucky at a dog park, and somehow I managed to write nearly 31.5k and post it on time! But I could not have done it without her, love you bb <333333

Winterhawk Reverse Big Bang: Main Attraction - holy fuck, y’all. I’d been a massive fan of @kangofu-cb and her words and art for a while at this point, and when I found out that we’d been paired together for the RBB? I’m pretty sure my screech broke windows. She was an absolute joy to work with and I’m glad to say that we’re now friends (we’re friends, right CB? Please let me have this) and she brightens up my day whenever I talk to her.

MCU Rarepairs Bingo - Again, there’s only one fic here but I’ve definitely got some fics planned for it.

Winterhawk Bingo - Alright, look. While I am well aware that I join too many events (no one can stop me) I am also aware that I like to run things. Thus, Winterhawk Bingo was born. It’s been a joy to run and a joy to participate in, and I’ve made even more friends for me to love with this event.

Kinktober 2019 - This was my second year in a row doing Kinktober, but I had way more fun this year because I opened up the prompt list to a bunch of my friends and followers and offered to write them a kink of their choice (or five). Definitely going to be doing it again that way in 2020.

Marvel Bingo: oh, the good ol’ days - This series is absolutely one of my all-time favourite things that I have ever written. It starts off with Clint/Steve, but as the stories progress, Bucky joins the squad for eventual Steve/Bucky/Clint, or my all-time OT3: Ameriwinterhawk. This series has 24 planned fics, with 20 so far completed. I was aiming to blackout my Marvel Bingo card, so let’s see if we can’t hit that goal, shall we?

Winterhawk Wonderland: noticeable - Hawkie’s first gift exchange! I had a super great time participating in this event (run by the lovely mods over at @winterhawkwonderland) and I can’t wait to do it again next year (if they choose to run it again)!

Marvel Trumps Hate - I signed up for my first charity auction! Look forward to those fics in 2020!

Marvel Reverse Big Bang - Technically, posting is in 2020, but the majority of this event took place in 2019, so I’m counting it.

Fics for Events (that I’m particularly proud of)

Lime Blossoms - While technically a fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo, Clint Barton Bingo, MCU Kink Bingo, and Star Spangled Bingo, this fic holds a special place in my heart. It’s very soft, and it also happens to be the fic that I jammed four different bingo squares into. 

Whatever You Want - A fill for the Soulbond square of my Bucky Barnes Bingo card. Winterhawk, of course, but with a twist. Clint has two soulmarks, and they end up being Bucky and the Winter Soldier. 

Safe - This fic holds is very special to me because in it, Clint is asexual. He has a crush on Bucky but doesn’t know how to go about doing something about it while making his boundaries clear. As an ace person myself who hasn’t always had the best luck with that, this fic was basically me holding up a flashing neon sign going “THIS! THIS IS WHAT I WANT!”

Flags - Another ace fic, but this time with ace!Bucky! Clint helps him as Bucky tries to figure stuff out. It’s basically pure, self-indulgent fluff.

All Bark, All Bite - Ah, yes. Werewolf!Clint and Vampire!Bucky. This is absolutely what kickstarted my obsession with supernatural AU’s, no doubt about it.

i walked with you (once upon a dream) - Another birthday fic! This one was for a friend of mine who isn’t on Tumblr, but she absolutely loves marine life. SO! Of course, I wrote her a 5+1 fic with mer!Bucky and pirate!Clint that somehow turned into 16k words of basically pure fluff.

topsy turvy and upside down - This was a fill for the Mandatory Fun Day prompt “Clint as the Winter Soldier”. God, I had so much fun with this fic and I wrote all 7k of it in like, a day or something, because the words would just not stop flowing.

anything, anything - This. This was written for @flowerparrish as a part of Kinktober, and I honestly have no idea how it became an ace!Steve sex pollen fic, except that it did. I definitely plan to write more ace fics, and more sex pollen fics, and more ace sex pollen fics.

i ain’t proud of my address (in this torn up town) - Affectionately referred to by me as Demon!Clint, this fic will absolutely be updated and completed. At some point. But I give you my word.

That’s all, folks! That sums up my 2019! Well, the fic portion of it anyway. I made so many new friends that I hope stick with me for a long while, I got so many new ideas for fics I plan to write in 2020, and! I learned a few things about myself along the way!

Things to expect from me in 2020:

- Events. So many events. All of the events.

- Fics. SO many. A few for events, a few not.

- I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?

[genderfluid-tnt]

The time experiment (Part 1)

Sooo I may have written this accidentally late at night- Sooo enjoy

Though just a warning- some things may be triggering to some readers- sorry

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Its been hours since they came back to Hermitcraft after having been in Alpha.

Grian, who was sitting over the now Crater, False had build.

Looking down on it, memories flowing back into his head from Evo.

Trying to hold in his tears and sobbing.

As one landed nearby, Grian looked up into the eyes of Scar as he got him up from the sitting, not saying a word as they got to the infinity portal.

Scar was about to gesture for Grian to go in and get to his dream, but Doc pulled him away and got them both down on the ground.

Putting his foot on Grians chest and his trident at his face, before looking at Scar.

"Wtf Scar?! You cant just take one of the hippies in here! what if they go and steal something more from us!?" Doc growled out holding the trident closer to Grians face, lightning was forming around it as the skies got dark with clouds. Rain falling down fast, making the grass all wet.

"Doc, listen I know what you mean. But he was being all sad and I thought maybe getting to his dream would make him happy again!" Scar got muttered out as he stood up and started taking leaves off his jacket.

Grian was just laying there, trying to get away, but as soon as he did that, Doc pushed his foot harder down on his chest, making him lose all his air. Now hitching for air, he looked up at Doc, the glowing red eye was looking more creepy with the bad weather and the lightning from the trident.

Doc lifting the trident up and pointed it at Scar, making a lightning strike him, sending him down on his knees.

Turning the trident back to at Grian as he smirked.

"Any last words Hippie?" Doc laughed getting the lightning on the trident ready.

Grian tried to give a laugh back.

"Without me.. u wont be able to make the time machine again.. and only one of us have traveled through time if u remember correct and havent erased that from ur memory" Grian gave a sly smirk before the lightning coursed through him, just not killing him, but making him close to it as his whole body got paralyzed.

Doc looking over at Scar with a serious face "Get the other hippies- Ren and Impulse. We got some experiments and such coming up with them" He laughed mad and got Grian down to S4 where the time machine had been.

Taking the smaller cables down and putting them one by one into or well onto some pads on Grian. Having him tied to the platform too as his head was still hanging down and still paralyzed.

Grian couldnt get away anytime soon or get out of there. Even if the other hippies came for him, the platform would go into defence mode, getting metal plates up and around it, closing whatever is inside it in there locked away until Scar or Doc comes and says the code to open it again.

Scar came back after a search for the two others, none of them anywhere to be seen.

Landing close to the hangar he made his way down to S4 and scratched his head as he looked at Doc.

"Impulse and Ren are nowhere to be seen, asked around and no one has seen them since the announcement here" Scar sighed and looked defeated at Doc.

"Whatever man, we got the main subject here. He has done it 2 times and havent had anything happen to him!" Doc gestured to him and jumped down from the platform to the control panel.

Writing something in and pulling the stats up for Grian, where u could see the heartbeats, pulse and his own modified one, time magic or whatever it is inside of Grian.

The beats was around the normal and abit higher sometimes, his pulse was doing okay abit low right now but then again Doc had just hit him with the trident and lightning.

But then the time magic... It was spiking through the roof, all up where u couldnt see the line on the monitor.

Unbeknownst to them, what they were seeing is a mix of the time travel and the watcher magic inside of Grian..

Waking slowly up he looked around before beginning to freak out, knowing well where he was, trying to move his hands but to no avail, feeling the cables next after and tries biting into one and tried to pull it out with his teeth, though it just hit him with some electricity instead, making him drop it. All before trying out the magic but getting more electricity and the chains that was tied to his legs got pulled more to the floor, making it hurt badly.

Painful screams coming from Grian, they were loud and full off hurt. It could be heard clearly over all of Area 77 and the surrounding things.

He looked over at where Doc was, tears in his eyes.

"So you woke fully up, good. What is the last thing u remember?" Doc gave a smile to him, pushing buttons and writing down notes at the same time.

"You do have alot of the time magic thing inside of u, so we have chained u abit and done so if the machine or platform detects ur trying to use it, it will either taze u, knock u out or make it hurt real bad like before"

"I cant remember anything other than being at the crater and Scar dragging me to somewhere.. the rest is all blurry" Grian looked at him, not giving one single comment on the magic part he said.

Doc nodded over to Scar, walking up to Grian and sat down on one knee infront of him.

"While u are here we have rules for u. we know u will break them but we can atleast try.

Rule one, U can not leave this platform or yank in the things connected to u.

Rule two, U shall not call on the others to come get u, the platform is programmed to keep u in and only let me and Doc get in without trickering the defense.

Rule three, play nice and we may let u wander around S4 with some devices attached to u to keep us updated on the magic and other stats from u.

With yelling for either me or Doc, the ai in here will alert us that we should come down here, it will do the same if u break a rule.

Rule four, We are allowed to hurt u in anyway if we feel like it will help with the inspection or we feel threaten and need u to calm down.

Rule five, U will experience some interviews kinda with me or doc or us both and some experiments, you can not do them and need to comply.

And at last, when Doc finds it time, you may meet the aliens" Scar clapped his hands and stood up and smiled before going to Doc and whispering something before going out and down the hall to work on a new room for the experiments and such to Grian.

Grian was just there, silent as can be, trying to think up a way how to get out of here the easiest and fastest. Do he wait until they let him walk freely, but then again at that point they may begin to use his magic to power another time machine they make him build-

While he was caught up in thinking, Doc had looked up at him. Thinking about if they could tap the magic out of him, if it could help with any of the alien stuff. As he thinks that, he gets transmitted to come to his dear alien overlords. Walking out as if in a trance, not saying anything.

It was first when the tnt in the elevator blew up that Scar realised he was gone.

Grian was too obsessed with trying to think of ways to get out. Before a surge of a the time magic was trying to get out of him, yelling out in pain as it was looking like his body was wanting to warp him away to another place and another time.

Scar, letting go of the blocks in his arms, ran down and into where Grian was. The magic lines on the monitor was going wild, the machine was trying to get him to calm down as the thing was trying to taze him. At last it went into defense mode and build the walls around Grian.

Scar who was still trying to figure out what to do, hearing Grians painful screams from inside the once platform now box.

Trying to contact Doc, who while this was going on, was staring into the aliens eyes and getting new information from them into his brain.

Though they had caught onto the sudden magic that they could feel.

Making Doc get back there fast as he pushed Scar out the way and began tapping away on different things before Grian stopped screaming and the defense walls went down.

Grian was sitting there unconscious, sparks coming off him from everything.

What was more concerning was this sudden symbol on a jewel in Grians necklace.

Though they didnt know what it was, they just had to wait and see.

Time went by, Doc and Scar having fallen asleep in there on the floor.

Grian was coming to himself and blinked. "what was that..." He said out though what came out was his raspy and harsh voice.

He looked down to see the new jewel with the symbol, freaking out as his pulse and heartbeats got faster and higher, even too high for a normal hermit. The lights began flashing red, waking up Doc, but not Scar.

Doc checked the monitor to see the stats before getting up on the platform and putted hands on Grians shoulders.

"Hey hey hey! Calm down there, what happend to make u freak out like this?" Doc followed the kinda analysed line from Grians glance to the Jewel with the symbol.

"So this jewel is making u freak out?" Doc grabbed around it and yanked it out before throwing it to the other side of the room "There. It cant do u anything now, just go to bed and sleep. U got a loooong day tomorrow Hippie" Doc for a second gave a genuine and caring smile.

Before standing up and walked over and lifted Scar up. Knowing villager Grian had a big bed he didnt use.

He laid Scar in it and he took the couch up there so Scar have the whole bed for himself or had the whole bed. Jellie had followed them and was now snuggling with Scar.

Smiling once again before Doc turned around to lay better and fell asleep.

Grian was closing his eyes slowly, feeling tired somehow. As he closed them a whisper could be heard in his own mind "U cant give him the knowledge of the time-"

Ignoring it he started to drift off-

though this dreamland he had come to werent the best...

[jiminniethemarshmallow]

Going Up? (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut 

Word Count: 14k

Warnings: switch!reader, a little degradation, public... indecency, oral (f and m receiving)

A/N: Just a short story inspired by true events that occurred over the course of the semester

You hate elevators, especially the ones in your dorm that you have to take to get to your room on the 6th floor. They’re rickety and old and the one on the left occasionally shakes side to side when more than one person is on board, which really freaks the hell outta you. And judging from the certificate of inspection posted above the buttons, those certificates are at least two years past their expiration, which is really no surprise considering that one of the elevators has broken down twice already within the three months you’ve been living there. You’re shocked the university even allows them to still be in operation given their current state. Yet, all of this information still did not prepare you for today’s events, getting trapped in the shaky left elevator with one other person, who just happened to be the man you’ve come to known as “Elevator Boy”. Yeah, you really hate elevators.

Let’s start from the beginning, shall we? You first met Elevator Boy a few weeks ago and have basically been obsessed with him ever since. One night when you and your roommate, Luna, were coming from dinner, you stood impatiently by the elevator, waiting for it to arrive so you could finally get to your room and relax. Of course, you and your roommate were having a conversation (but the subject of such conversation was quickly forgotten) and neither of you were really paying attention to your surroundings— or rather, the people around you. Needless to say, the elevator finally dinged and the doors slid open, allowing the crowd of people to squeeze inside. You and your roommate were one of the last ones to enter, packing in like sardines and saving enough space for the last person to enter, but no one came. Looking up, you’re met with the gorgeous gaze of a young man staring back at you, hesitating to follow, and at first you’re caught off guard, not expecting to see someone like that. His dark hair was swept back into a snapback and a hoodie representing your school’s logo was clinging to his upper body loosely, its bright colors highlighting the athletic frame that you just knew was hiding underneath. Shaking yourself quickly out of your shock, you’re conscious enough to utter a few cheerful words to him.

“There’s space, you can fit.” To prove your point, you and your roommate squish closer together and everyone shifts to show that he could, in fact, fit into the elevator. But all he does is stand there and shake his head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just catch the next one.” Then you’re blessed with the most beautiful sight you’ve ever witnessed— a shy smile gracing his lips as his eyes shift from the faces of you and Luna, effectively stopping your heart and melting your insides. You hold eye contact with him as the impatient metal doors of the elevator slide closed until he’s gone from your view and you can breathe again. 

“Holy fuck.” Luna breathes when you reach your room, unlocking the door with her key. “That guy from the elevator-“

“Was so fucking hot!” You finish, excited that she felt the same way too. “Did you see how he looked at us?”

“Bitch, did you see his smile?! I think I’m in love.” She sighs, plopping onto her bed as you throw your bag down on yours. 

“You have a boyfriend.” You snicker at her, narrowing your eyes. “I will not allow you to be disloyal in my presence. Me, however...” A smile crawls up your lips as you turn to face her and she laughs.

“Fine, okay, you get dibs on him. I’ll support you in your endeavors because I’m a good roommate.” 

“And because you’re already taken.” You remind her. “But it’s not like I’ll ever have a chance, I’ve never even seen him around here before and we’ve been here for 3 weeks already.”

“Well, he lives in our building so we’re bound to see him again eventually. You never know, anything can happen.” She shrugs.

She was right, of course, because two days later you see him again, this time when the two of you were walking back from one of your classes. He was going in the same direction as you, headed toward your building, but he was a little ahead of you. Your roommate, upon seeing him, speeds up her walking pace to get a closer look, but all you can see is the back of his head and the team backpack that he wears. The number 16 is plastered on the back of it in bold white and your eyes follow it as he walks, entering the front doors and surprising you when he turns to hold the door for you and your friend. Replying with a meek ‘thank you’, you and Luna stand awkwardly as you wait for the elevators to open and then stand quietly once on the vehicle, pressing your floor button without looking up at him. He’s on the other side of the small container from the two of you and you’re both texting each other furiously about him, mostly just all caps messages saying “OMGGG” or “IM FREAKING OUT” and of course “HE SMELLS SO NICE!!” Your stop is before his and the two of you shuffle out hurriedly, squealing on the way down the hallway. After that day, you came to know him as Elevator Boy, and the name stuck.

The next time you encounter him was obviously on the elevator again, and you were starting to think that elevator was good luck. You were alone this time, going down to finish drying your laundry, and you asked Luna if she wanted to come with you, but she was taking too long so you said ‘never mind’ and left without her. You entered the elevator, pressing the ground floor button, but noticed that it was going up. Sighing, you lean back against the wall, pulling out your phone to look at social media. The basically nonexistent service in the metal box made it so that nothing would load, so you settled for watching the floor display as entertainment as you climbed higher and higher. Reaching the top floor, a ‘ding’ sounded and shortly after, the doors slid open to reveal an empty hall. 

What the f- An irritated sigh leaves you when you see no one there, wondering if someone was just trolling by calling the elevator all the way up there, but as soon as the doors start to close again, you hear footsteps and, lo and behold, Elevator Boy appears around the corner and slips through the crack. 

“Oh-!“ Your heart jumps at the sight of him and a surprised gasp leaves you involuntarily. You snap your mouth shut to prevent further humiliation, inching farther away from him until you’re a healthy distance from each other. He isn’t looking at you, his eyes trained on his phone, so you take this as an opportunity to glance at him repeatedly. Should you try to engage in small talk? Maybe you should introduce yourself or ask if he plays a sport? This is the athletic dorm after all. You take a shaky breath, trying to determine your course of action, but when you finally open your mouth to say something, the car stops and the doors open on the first floor. He glances at you because of the inhale you took, but your words die on your tongue and you just smile politely as you exit, parting ways as he heads for the front door and you walk to the laundry room. 

When you get back to your floor, you sprint to your room, the words almost bubbling out of your mouth from how excited you were to tell Luna you saw him again. You begin talking as soon as you turn the doorknob and she jumps a little at the volume of your voice.

“Guess who I just saw!” You scream, standing in front of her bed.

“Elevator Boy?!” She asks, eyes widening in jealousy. “Dammit (Y/n), you should have waited for me!” She whines, shoulders slumping slightly.

“It’s your fault for taking so long. Literally all you had to do was put on some shoes and come with me.” She frowns at you, but presses you for the story, which you tell her all in one run on sentence. 

“You should have said something to him. You missed your chance!” 

“I know!” You groan, covering your face with your hands. “But I couldn’t figure out what to say because whenever I see him my brain short circuits and my mouth stops working.”

“What am I going to do with you?” She shakes her head in disappointment, shifting in her spot. “You can’t expect to end up with him if you’re too scared to talk to him.”

At this you pause, squinting your eyes at her. You’re a generally confident person, when around people you’re comfortable with, but you are no where near comfortable around him. He makes you’re heart beat too fast and your palms start getting clammy, the words scramble in your head and you fear that anything that comes out of your mouth will be stupid so it’s better to just keep quiet. But Luna knows this about you, that’s why you hate how she can say that to you as if it were a simple thing to do.

“Anyway, I looked him up and found out his info.” She pushes her laptop toward you and you turn it around, glancing at the webpage she’s pulled up on your school’s website. 

“How did you even find him?” 

“It’s simple really,” She starts, hanging one of her legs off the side of her bed. “I saw that his bag has a #16 on it so I went to our school’s athletic roster and looked up player #16 in every sport until I found him. Turns out he’s on the soccer team and is actually pretty good. Then I looked him up on social media and followed all of his accounts.”

“So basically, you stalked him?” Your eyes scan the page and read his stats, interested in finding out who your mystery man is. His name is Park Jimin and he plays mid fielder on your school’s men’s soccer team. He is also apparently the same year and age as you, which comes as a shock because you were sure there was no one as hot as him that you’ve seen that is your age. You truly are blessed.

Luna then clicks to his Instagram page and you both sit there scrolling through his endless pictures, some of which are of him at games, with his friends, and some are just of him plain modeling. You are ashamed to admit that as you look at his photos your mouth waters a bit; how could one person be so damn cute and sexy all at once. Simply put, Park Jimin is sex on a stick. Honestly, if sports doesn’t work out for him you’re sure he could drop out of school and get a modeling job anywhere he applies. After drooling over him for an embarrassingly long time, you finally end up following all of his accounts and spend hours that night liking his pictures. Reading his comments, you notice that you’re not the only one obsessing over him, you see various different girls commenting heart emojis and things like “what I wouldn’t do for a man like him” among other things. You fall asleep that night with your phone in your hand and he ends up being a feature in your wet dream, touching you and being perfect in every way, fucking you rough and deep on— you guessed it— an elevator. God, you wanted him so badly it hurt. 

The next meaningful encounter with Elevator Boy (the name you refused to let go of) was a few weeks later at a party. Over those weeks, he had followed you back on social media and even sparked up a few conversations with you over various platforms, mostly consisting of shameless flirting and getting to know each other. The few times you had seen him in person, your conversations were short in passing, but you didn’t mind because you always caught him checking you out from behind. He informed you one day that he would be at this party, but you decided to let him wonder a little by seeming unsure if you would show up or not. But obviously you couldn’t resist a party, especially if it held the promise of a hot guy waiting for you. You and Luna were a little drunk— okay, maybe a bit more than “a little”— and had pushed yourselves to the middle of the crowd to dance. The theme of the party was Playboy, so of course you were only dressed in lingerie and a translucent robe, topped off with your fluffy pink Puma slides adorning your feet. The hours seemed to go by lightning fast and before you knew it, it was already coming up on the third hour of the morning and you had more liquor in you than you originally intended.

“(Y/n)!” Your head snaps in the direction of the sweet voice calling your name, and even in your hazy state, you can make out the handsome face smiling back at you.

Leaving your roommate as she dances wildly with your other friends, you make your way over to Jimin, who is standing along the sidelines sporting his signature grin. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him in person and you swear he looks better and better by the day. 

“I’m so glad you could make it!” He giggles when you’re finally face to face with him. You catch the blush on his cheeks when he brings his beer bottle up to his lips, the bottle sweating cool drops that mimic the dampness on his face. It feels like a furnace in the big house, everyone’s drunk and grinding bodies adding to the heat so much that everyone in attendance is sweating profusely, but you don’t really mind. Jimin’s dark hair is flipped up in a side part that exposes his glistening forehead and adds to the edgy look he’s going for. The tips of his locks clump together with moisture and stick to his skin but it only elevates his sex appeal to heights you never thought possible. Trailing your eyes down to his body, you notice that he has forgone a shirt and is clad in only a pair of loose black basketball shorts and a red and black robe. The combination is deadly and you have to focus on steadying yourself on your wobbly legs.

“Yeah! I’m glad I came.” You manage, eyes scanning down his frame once more. When you bring them back to meet his own, you find that his gaze is still focused on your body, namely your breasts and hips in your matching set of undergarments. You don’t miss the way his tongue slides over his plump bottom lip before his eyes find yours again, squinting a bit as he smiles brightly.

“Having fun? You look great by the way.” His eyes flick south for a split second as he struggles to keep them on your face.

“I’m having the time of my life! Come, dance with me.” It must be the alcohol running through your veins because you somehow get the courage to bat your eyelashes at him and take his hand to pull him into the crowd, gluing your ass to his front as you grind against his crotch. You’re not really that surprised when you find him already half hard.

His hands sneak onto your waist pulling you tighter to his hard body and you could have sworn you heard him make a soft noise similar to a moan. You body roll in sync with him, enjoying the way his hips move with yours sensually, mimicking the tempo of the song and the dirty lyrics blasting through the speakers. At one point, you find yourself bending over to shake your ass to the beat and grinding against the growing bulge in his shorts. The thin layers of clothing you’re both wearing leaves little to the imagination and you wonder if he can feel your wetness as well as you can feel his erection. He pulls your body back to his, hands pushing your robe out of the way to roam up your front and feel your heated skin on his fingertips. The pads of his fingers brush the underside of your bra before stopping, but you hastily place your hands on top of his to guide them over your heaving breasts, his thumbs instantly finding your hardened nipples and rubbing over them. Your moan is almost drowned out by the music— almost— and Jimin grins behind you when you arch slightly into his touch, leaning back against his strong frame. 

“You’re so sexy, fuck.” His breath tickles your ear and your eyes flutter shut as he continues his work on your chest, the flimsy material of your lingerie making it easy for him to do his job. You can feel something poking your lower back when he bucks forward, and you do your best to grind your ass into it before getting frustrated and turning to face him abruptly.

You say nothing as you stare up at him, body pressed tightly to his, and you feel his hands immediately fall to grip your ass, pulling you impossibly closer. A whimper leaves you and your core throbs excitedly at the close proximity. 

Pushing him back away from the crowd, you return to his previous spot on the wall and press his back against it. The dark look that overtakes his eyes shoots heat straight to your center and you’re tempted to drop to your knees right in front of him and let him have his way with you. But you stay upright, slipping a sly hand up his thigh until it slides up his pant leg and grabs onto his dick. You weren’t expecting to find him going commando, but it’s a pleasant surprise.

Seeing how wide your eyes get, Jimin replies while pushing his hair back with one hand. “I hate underwear,” He says with a shrug and a lopsided smirk. Your eyebrows raise and you hope he can’t see the redness of your cheeks in the dim lighting. “Don’t look at me like that, you’re the one with your hand around my dick.”

He’s right, and that reminder prompts you into action, your fist tightening around him and giving him a firm jerk. You remove your hand briefly to lick your palm for lubrication and get a taste of his sweet precum that coats your skin. When you return your touch, Jimin groans and leans his head back on the wall, hair falling into his eyes. You step closer to conceal your ministrations as your hand builds up a steady pace, spreading around all of the liquid he continues to leak with your thumb. His hands seek your ass again, squeezing the round globes in his hands as you pick up the pace. Anyone who even cared to look your way would know what was going on between the two of you immediately, you were hardly being discreet, but you knew no one in that room cared whether or not you were giving Park Jimin, one of your school’s star athletes, a hand job in a room full of people. Sure there might be rumors tomorrow, if anyone could even remember by then, but neither of you cared. 

“I’m so wet right now.” You tell him, thighs rubbing together as he continues to knead your ass with his palms, hoping he’d trail his hands between your legs, which he does almost instantly to feel how you’ve soaked all the way through your panties already. Another groan sounds from him, this time louder, and you feel him twitch in your palm as he runs his fingers up and down your covered slit, gathering the wetness on his digits. You hadn’t realized it, but your eyes were closed, and they snap open when his hands leave you, looking up at him in question until his touch returns, this time slipping into the front of your lacy panties to make contact with your clit. 

“Shit,” You both curse simultaneously when he presses his fingers to your throbbing bud, causing you to stutter forward. Your knees buckle at the sensation and your hand tightens on his tip accidentally, making him stifle a moan by biting his lips harshly. 

“Oh shit, sorry.” You apologize breathlessly, loosening your hold, but his fingers just press harder into you and his free arm wraps around your waist to secure you in his hold to make sure you don’t go anywhere.

“N-no, it’s okay... it felt really good.” He explains, trying his hardest to control himself in front of all these people. Two of his fingers slip into your entrance when you focus on his tip, flicking your wrist to the upbeat pace of the song playing in the background as your walls clamp around him and swallow his digits. God, your small hand wrapped around his thick member is driving him crazy and he wishes he could see what it looks like. And you do too. From the feel of it, his cock felt about average length but exceptional in girth, surely a mouthful. Your mouth waters at the thought and again you have the urge to drop to your knees for him. But before you could, Jimin hisses and grabs your wrist with his free hand, stopping your movements abruptly. “Ss- ah, s-stop.”

There’s sweat dripping down his neck and chest now as he pulls your hand away, two of his fingers still knuckle deep inside you. “Did I..?” You’re concerned that you did something wrong or hurt him and worry fills your eyes, but he’s quick to dispel your thoughts.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, I almost came.” He laughs breathlessly with a shake of his head, running a hand through his tousled hair again. A smile spreads across your face and you reach for him again before he catches you in a strong grip, pulling your hand up and away from his crotch. “I don’t think so. You gotta earn it if you want me to cum for you.” His own fingers scissor inside of you and you gasp, arching closer until your chest makes contact with his. Your eyes lock intimately until you see him zero in on your lips, licking his own dry ones so that your eyes are now trained on them too. His neck cranes down slowly, aiming for your mouth and you close your eyes and wait for it, but just as his breath tickles your lips the music cuts and everyone complains loudly, causing your heads to snap to the front of the room where the host is making a loud announcement on the DJ booth.

“Everyone get the fuck out!” He yells drunkenly into the microphone, his friends shuffling people toward the door. “Party’s over, goodnight, thanks for coming, everyone has to leave now.” 

“Asshole.” You mutter, rolling your eyes. Turning back to Jimin, you see a playful look on his face as he thrusts two more times inside you for good measure before pulling his fingers out and holding them up for the both of you to see. He brings them to his mouth slowly, getting a good whiff of your succulence before taking them between his lips and sucking sensually until they’re clean. He shows you his clean fingers when he’s finished and grins happily at the look of shock and lust on your face.

“You taste so good, babygirl.” Oh fuck. That pet name makes your knees weak and you stumble a bit, thighs clenched as tightly as possible. “Well, looks like it’s time to go.”

You couldn’t even say anything as you watch him adjust himself in his loose shorts, the tent in his pants barely hidden by the robe, but you don’t think anyone will notice with how dark it is. With hands on your hips, he pushes you forward and guides you through the crowd until you’re out of the stuffy building and into the cool night/early morning air. A few times on the way out, you felt him poking into your back and you were sure you would be leaving with him, but then you remembered your roommate and the people you came here with and finally have to part ways.

You decide to exchange numbers and after adding his, you send a message saying ‘hi’, but before you can do anything else, Jimin takes the device out of your hands and types something quickly before handing it back to you and walking off in the opposite direction. “I’ll text you!” He says, waving goodbye. Looking down at your screen, you see what he wrote.

[3:27am] You: Hi

[3:27am] You: Daddy 👅💦

Chuckling to yourself, you turn off the screen and set out to find your friends quickly before they leave you. Luna was so drunk that you had to practically drag her to your room after one of your friends dropped you back off at the dorms, and as soon as you got her onto her bed she was out like a light, forcing you to take off her shoes for her and pull the blanket over her body. The aching between your legs hadn’t disappeared since Jimin left and you found yourself tossing and turning in bed that night, finally giving up in your struggle and looking over to see your roommate sleeping soundly before slipping off your shorts and taking care of the dull throb in your core. Jimin’s name was in your throat when you climaxed, your hand flying up to cover your mouth before it slipped out and exposed your deeds to your friend across the room. Afterwards you slept easily, thoughts of your wild night running through your mind. 

The week after the party rolled by slowly, although the memory of that night stayed fresh on your mind. Jimin kept his promise, he certainly did text you and he did not disappoint. Almost every day you would get dirty texts from him, most times it would be while you were in the middle of class trying to focus when he’d shoot you the “thinking of you ;)” message attached with a picture of his bulge pressing urgently against his low hanging sweatpants. The first time was an accident, truly, he didn’t know you were in class when he sent an after practice photo of him all sweaty and half naked with the caption “shower time”, but after you had scolded him for it, they didn’t stop. He enjoyed the thought of your face flushing in the middle of lecture, hand scribbling nonsense as your attention was split on the messages popping up on your screen, trying hard to suppress the heat building within. He couldn’t seem to get you out of his mind or stop himself from teasing you, so he let you know every time he got hard at the thought of that night, usually exchanging some suggestive banter with you on his way to and fro class, smirking to himself and finding different ways to cover up his arousal in public. You would do the same, choosing to entertain his comments and respond with a few of your own that would cause you to want to touch yourself constantly throughout the day; but it was all part of the thrill of it. 

You hadn’t worked up the nerve to tell Luna about what happened between you and Elevator Boy last week until the morning after a particularly wild night in with friends. Throughout the whole night they kept asking who you were texting and why you were so smiley whenever you checked your phone and you had to make up some lie about one of your friends from home telling you a story about her night. In reality, you were engaging in a super heated sext session with Jimin as he described to you what he was doing to himself and how he needed you to help him reach his high. You secretly wished for a dick pic of some sort and even contemplated sneaking off to the bathroom to send a few sexy pictures of your own, but the logical part of your drunken mind advised you otherwise. You didn’t want to be the first to send nudes anyway, you weren’t desperate. Well, at least you didn’t want him to think you were.

When you tell Luna all that’s been going on between the two of you, her jaw drops to the floor. You even let her peek at a few of the drunken messages exchanged that night, watching as her face flushes in awe.

[1:24am] You: I’d love to suck that hard cock of yours. At the party last week I was dying to drop to my knees in front of you and let you fuck my throat, I bet your cum tastes so good 🤤

[1:24am] Jimin 🍆💦: would you let me pull ur hair and tell you what a good slut you are for me?

[1:26am] You: fuck yes. Imagine me choking on your cock, drooling down my chin as you shove it deep down my throat until you’re satisfied. I’d swallow everything you give me and suck on your sensitive tip until you tell me to stop

[1:26am] Jimin 🍆💦: no

[1:26am] You: no?

[1:29am] Jimin 🍆💦: I don’t want to cum in your mouth, I need to be inside you. Shit, I’m so hard at the thought of your wet pussy sinking down on me, your cunt felt so tight around just my fingers I might lose my load the moment I’m balls deep

[1:31am] You: what makes u think I’ll let u fuck me? 🤔 gotta earn it first baby 😉

[1:32am] Jimin 🍆💦: Does that mean I finally get to taste you properly? Mm yes please 👅

“(Y/n), what the hell?!” Luna exclaims, turning toward you when she can no longer handle any more. “Why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?”

“I didn’t think it was that important.” You mumble with a shrug, but then she gives you a pointed look and you give in. “Okay fine, I just didn’t want you to freak out because I didn’t know where it was going. We were just talking at first.”

“Yeah, but then you gave him a handjob and then this happened. And I was with you both times and you still didn’t say anything!!” You can hear and see the hurt on her pouty face as she glares at you and you know she hates the way you’re downplaying all of this. 

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to bring it up.” 

“I don’t know, but you know I would never judge you about anything. It’s just that I freakin’ looked him up for you and you didn’t even tell me that you guys were talking.” She lowers her voice and turns away from you slightly, but you counter this by wrapping your arms around her and leaning your chin on her shoulder. 

“I’m sorry,” You apologize again into her shoulder, tightening your arms around her. “But at least let me catch you up on what’s been going on.” She glances at you out of the corner of her eye and you can see the excitement for you bubbling beneath the surface. “I’ll even let you read the other conversations, I promise they’re not as dirty as this.” 

At this she relaxes a bit, turning to face you again. With one more hard look and a sigh through her nose, she forgives you and indulges in her curiosity. “Fine. But from now on you have to tell me everything that happens between you so I can live vicariously through you. Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean I still can’t dream.”

“Of course, no secrets from now on.” You say with a laugh, hugging her. 

“Okay but bitch,” You look at her. “When did you get such a dirty mouth?! I mean I hear you say stuff like this under your breath all the time but not like this?? Oh my, it’s so detailed.” The enthusiastic ring in her voice returns as she fans herself, making you giggle and blush.

“In all fairness, he started it.” You begin, ready to dive into the various stories of your interactions with Elevator Boy. 

Luck has never been something you believed you possessed. Good luck, especially. More times than not you would be considered to have bad luck because it always seemed that the worst case scenario was a guarantee in any situation where something could go wrong, and you always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when shit goes down. But today’s events could be viewed from two perspectives. One would say it was bad luck that you got into the elevator the chance time that it decided to break down in the middle of operation. Others might say it was good luck that the boy you liked and were currently talking to just so happened to walk into the elevator with you and now the two of you were trapped together until maintenance freed you from the confined space. 

Today had been busy and stressful for you, so when you got back to the dorm, all you wanted to do was relax. You decided to do your laundry since you weren’t doing anything much and were returning from the first floor when you called the elevator. It came and one person stepped out before you entered, locating yourself to the far corner of the small space nearest to the buttons and pressing the one indicated with a bright six. Just before the doors began to shut, none other than Park Jimin slipped inside and leaned over to press his floor, number nine. His scent wafts after him and his brief close proximity allows you to smell the deep yet gentle elegance of his cologne and natural smell.

He smiles down at your frame, lips curling at your simple and laidback look. When your eyes finally meet his, his smile gets wider and you see his eyes form into crescents. 

“Hey.” His cheerful attitude makes you grin as well when you greet him.

“Hi.” The car starts to move and you begin to ascend slowly, the predictable shaking of the vehicle still making your heartbeat speed up. It’s silent until the doors ding and open up to the second floor, a brunette waiting on the other side and looking at the two of you.

“Going down?” She asks, but you shake your head.

“Up.” You and Jimin reply at the same time, and she sighs, walking to the stairs and muttering something about it only being one flight down. You shake your head at her as the doors slide into place again and then the silence resumes. But you find Jimin staring at you with a different look in his eyes from before.

“What, is there something on my face or something?” You comment sarcastically to hide the uneasiness you feel from his gaze. Why was he staring at you like that? You weren’t even wearing anything remotely flattering that may draw his attention, so why was he staring so hard?

“I’m just thinking about what happened the last time I saw you in person.” A grin spreads across his lips as your face ignites into flames when flashbacks of last week’s party cross your mind. But you’ve never been one to shy away from flirting.

“Why? Haven’t gotten any action since then?”

“I’m not a player, you know. I only ever talk to one girl at a time.” You follow his hand as it flows through his hair.

“Mmhm.” The beep of the elevator indicates that you have just passed the third floor.

“It’s true! I’m not a hoe.” 

“Yeah, right. I saw all those girls you always hang around and post on your Insta. Don’t act like you’re not Mr. Popular.” You say with a lighthearted laugh. Honestly, you couldn’t care less if he was talking to anyone else. He wasn’t your boyfriend and you didn’t intend on being his girlfriend. 

“They’re my friends,” He defends. Another beep as you pass the fourth floor. “I promise you, I’m not-“

Before he can finish his sentence, the elevator stutters abruptly and slams to a halt. Both you and Jimin stare at each other with wide eyes before turning your attention to the floor display, which is still showing a bright red #4. Great. 

“We’re not moving. Why aren’t we moving?” You asked, panicked. Of course you know the answer; this stupid, old elevator decided to shut down halfway up your building and now you were trapped somewhere in the shaft between floors four and five. But you ask anyway.

“I think the elevator just broke...” Jimin says slowly, confirming your worst fears, your furrowed brows lifting slowly over concerned eyes. You step toward the buttons and press the one that says ‘open doors’, hoping that you were still close enough to the forth floor for the doors to recognize this and open, but much to your dismay, the steel doors stay closed. Next, you try pressing your floor buttons repeatedly, thinking that maybe that would trigger something, but you remain stationary. 

“Oh my god,” You breathe, panic filling your chest. “What do we do? We’re stuck!” 

“Okay, stop, don’t worry,” Jimin says, stepping closer to you in the space that already feels too small. “Try pressing the alarm button.”

Below the button terminal, there is a big red button labeled ‘CALL’ in case of emergencies. When you press it, a loud buzzing noise sounds briefly and a red light beside it lights up. 

“When light is lit, staff has been notified.” You read out loud from the panel next to it. A few moments later, a voice sounds over a speaker and you look around for the source.

“Attention occupants, this is maintenance. We have been notified of your situation and we are working to fix the issue. The elevator is secure and stable, so you will not lose altitude, but please remember to stay calm, help is on the way. Operation should begin again in 5-10 minutes. Thank you.”

“See, we’re safe.” Jimin reassures, smiling down at you. But he takes a step closer when he sees the terror in your eyes as you stare off into space. Was it just you or was the room getting smaller? It felt like the air was getting tight with every breath you took and your senses seemed to start fading until Jimin’s hands move cautiously onto your shoulders. “Hey, we’re fine. The elevator isn’t gonna drop and we should be out of here in like 5 minutes. Don’t worry, okay?”

Looking back up at him, you see just how close he’s standing to you, only about a foot apart. The smile on his face calms you a bit, but then your heart is beating fast for an entirely different reason. He looks so beautiful up close and you’ve never really gotten the chance to see him from this proximity, since the night of the party you were drunk and it was dark. Every feature of his face, especially his nose and lips in your opinion, were attractive and for a moment you forget your situation. 

“O-okay.” You say finally, looking away from him. The air in the tiny room seems stuffy now, the only means of ventilation being the small vent on the ceiling leading into the dusty elevator shaft. You take your phone from your pocket and try to send Luna a text saying “Guess the fuck what!! The elevator stopped working and now I’m trapped alone here with Elevator Boy 😤😩” but there’s no signal in this stupid metal box and it doesn’t go through. You huff in frustration.

“‘Elevator Boy’? Is that what you call me?” Jimin laughs, looking over your shoulder from his position next to you. You quickly lock your phone in embarrassment, but the damage is already done.

“Shut up, we came up with that before I knew who you were.” Rolling your eyes, you try to ignore the amused grin that climbs up his face. 

“No, I get it,” He shrugs, leaning against the wall. “I totally would have called you Elevator Girl too if I didn’t already know your name.” You know he’s probably just trying to spark up a conversation, but his little comment piques your interest. He says it so casually that you don’t even catch it at first.

“See? It’s a perfectly appropriate n- Wait, what? What do you mean you already knew my name?” At this Jimin laughs again, his cheeks flushing pink just slightly.

“Well, you are the prettiest girl on campus,” His eyes look up toward the ceiling innocently, but then he bites his lip and they flicker back down at you, shifting quickly from innocent to full of seduction and you feel your panties get wet. “I had to find out who you were.”

“H-how?” That’s all you can say and suddenly your mouth feels dry.

“I have a friend that lives on 6. One day when I was hanging out there, I saw you come out of your room and looked at the name tag on your door. I knew you had to be (Y/n) or Luna, but my friend told me which one you were. Then the next day you and your roommate followed my social media and I did a little research on you.”

“Meaning you stalked my accounts?” You ask with a raise of your eyebrow, remembering your similar chat with Luna. 

“Yeah, kinda.” He admits sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with a chuckle. This finally gets a smile out of you and Jimin lights up, proud of his work. “You have really pretty eyes.” He blurts after a beat, much to your surprise. “Sorry, I just had to say it.”

“O-oh, thanks.” Moving a strand of hair behind your ear, you look away from him, suddenly shy and feeling hot all over. 

“Anyway, after I followed you back on everything, I wanted to talk to you, but I was too scared. It was actually a dare from my friends to send you that first message, and it took me like 20 minutes to come up with the right thing to say.” It was cute how he was admitting all of this to you. You didn’t really expect him to open up like that, and part of you almost thought that he could be lying, but he seemed so sincere that you couldn’t help but believe him. 

“That’s so sweet, I’m flattered. But am I really that intimidating?”

“Well, generally guys are usually hesitant to talk to beautiful girls.” 

“I thought you would be confident... considering.”

“Considering what?” He takes a half-step closer with a slight tilt of his head.

“Considering your looks, your athletic status, your personality. I’d think girls throw themselves at you all the time.” 

“But that doesn’t mean I accept them. I have standards.”

“And what are those standards?” You’re curious, what was he looking for exactly? And what did he want from you?

“Intelligent, above average girls who have a sense of humor and don’t give in to everything so easily. No one likes a groupie.” 

“And do I meet those standards?”

“Those and beyond.” His voice lowers a bit, not much but it’s noticeable and it sends shivers up your spine. “I’m not looking for a cheap thrill.” 

“I’m not either.”

“So what do you want?” He asks, eyes deep and imploring into yours.

“I don’t know.” You answer truthfully, biting the side of your lip. “All I know is that I’m attracted to you and I wanna see where this goes.”

“Are you looking for sex? Friendship? Both?” His voice deepens further and you start to see the lust cloud his eyes, taking your breath away.

“I, um,” By now your voice is a whisper and your attention is on his plump, sinful lips. You don’t know how to answer his question, and even if you tried, your mind is preoccupied with the thought of kissing him. 

He’s so close, his face inching nearer and you aren’t sure if it’s you or him that’s moving, but before you know it, you collide and you’re lip locked with him as he presses you into the corner. His lips feel just as soft as they look, molding with your moisturized ones and you’re grateful for the cotton candy flavored gloss that lingers on your flesh. He hums into you before pulling away to look at your reaction, seeing the lust that now paints your face and he smirks.

“Always 1-upping my expectations, (Y/n).” He says, licking his lips. Then he’s diving back in again to taste you, this time swiping his tongue against the seam of your mouth, begging for access.

At first you tease him, shaking your head slightly with a giggle, but then his teeth nip at your bottom lip and his hands reach down to squeeze your ass and you almost relent. But you’re stubborn, and you refused to let him in that easily, hands threading into his hair and tugging lightly as payback and he grunts against you at your playfulness. He settles for regular kissing for a little while until his hand suddenly comes down to slap your ass with a loud smack that bounces off the tiny walls and you gasp at the action, his tongue finally slipping in through the open space. You can feel him smile at his small victory, his tongue dancing with yours, exploring the inside of your mouth, and tickling the roof of it. You let him steal your breath away until you both have to pull away for air, the tip of his nose brushing against yours as your foreheads press against each other. 

“Fuck, I really want you.” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them, not that you would want to. Jimin leans away far enough so he can look at your face and sighs.

“Yeah, me too.” He’s still panting and his hands are still on your rear, the point of contact warming you up even more than you already were. Your mouth opens, but you’re cut off by another announcement through the speaker.

“Elevator function should resume shortly. Please press the floor button you would like to go to.” 

“My room or yours?” Jimin asks, pushing his hips into yours so you can feel his erection press into your stomach. A moan slips from you and it causes his grip to tighten. 

“Yours.” You say firmly, and he reaches over to press the 9th floor button. He leans down to kiss you again and a minute later the elevator starts moving again. You break apart and watch the floor indicator show the ascending numbers. 5... 6... 7... 8... On the ninth floor, the familiar ding resounds and the doors finally slide open, liberating you from the confined space. But there’s no time to celebrate because Jimin is already pulling you by the hand down the hall to his room, pushing open the unlocked door and locking it behind himself before lifting you up to connect your mouths once more. 

Your legs wrap around him as he leans against the door, capturing your lips again. You moan against him and pull back to leave a trail of wet kisses along his jaw and neck, tongue peaking out every few pecks to tickle his sensitive skin. You’re tempted to leave marks on him, to bite and suck the spot below his ear, make him shiver and groan for you, but you refrain and instead return to his lips as he grinds himself up into your core.

“As much as I would love to fuck you right now,” Jimin breathes, continuing to rut up into you. “I think I recall you saying something about wanting to get on your knees for me? To suck my cock?” A sly grin overtakes his face and you mirror him, unwrapping your legs to lower them to the ground. 

“And I think I remember saying that quite vividly as well. It would be my pleasure.” By now you’re already on your knees, hands skimming down his toned chest and abs until they reach his pants and begin working on the button and zipper. When you hook your fingers in the waistband of both his jeans and underwear, he throws his shirt up over his head and tosses it somewhere on the ground behind you, giving you a beautiful view from below as his bare back returns to the door.

Your eyes lock with his member in front of you, already half hard and waiting, so you wrap your hand around the base and give it a few solid pumps as you examine it. He’s thick, that’s for sure, and his length doesn’t disappoint either, even when half flaccid. Just how you imagined. Veins snake up the sides of his pink flesh and your tongue darts out to trace them up to the tip, giving it a shy lick that causes Jimin to inhale sharply. Looking up at him, your eyes travel up his muscular torso, the definition of his body making you wet to the point where you think he’s the one doing the teasing, not you. For a split second your eyes meet, his dark and expectant gaze on you as your thumb rubs over the underside of his head. That’s all it takes for you to begin, your mouth salivating as you retrain your focus on his cock, diving right in and taking him half way down his length to drag your lips up slowly to the tip.

“Ah,” Jimin hisses, not expecting you to go for it immediately. But he likes it, and he loves how you don’t waste time once he’s in your mouth. You work up a steady rhythm bobbing up and down on him, one hand still gripping his base while the other holds onto the back of his thigh for balance. Slicking him with your spit, you let your hand focus on his shaft as your lips suck around his tip, sloppy wet noises getting louder as he gets harder in your mouth, his cock starting to feel hot and heavy on your jaw. The veins around him throb in your hand and you can feel his heart rate increase the harder you suck, using your tongue to swirl around the swollen tip and tease the weeping slit at the top. You faintly register the light scraping noise his nails make against the door as his hands curl into a fist in restraint, unsure of where to rest. Pulling back, you take the time to lick designs up his fully erected length, looking up at him with big round eyes when you kiss the tip. “Shit,” He looks down at you as he pushes his dark hair from his face. “Take your shirt off.” 

You sense it’s not a suggestion and follow accordingly, removing your mouth from him to throw your shirt hastily to the floor, leaving you in your black bra. It’s nothing too flattering, just plain solid black with a small pink bow between the cups, but it still seems to excite him, his hand dropping to palm over the thin material before impatiently tugging the cup down to expose a perky breast. He licks his lips as his hand grabs it lightly, massaging the soft tissue and flicking his thumb over your nipple until it forms into a small sensitive pebble. You moan as you push him back into your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut when he hits the back of your throat. The sensation makes him pinch harder on your nipple and groan, eyes locked on the swift motion of your hand when you reach behind you to expertly unhook your bra and drop it to the floor, revealing your perfectly bouncy breasts to Jimin’s hungry gaze. His other hand reaches for the neglected side of your chest and gives it the same treatment while the other cups your jaw and caresses your hollowed cheek. 

“Can you take it deeper?” Jimin asks gently, his face softening when you open your eyes to find his. Although your mouth is full, you try your best to nod and he smiles at this, thumb grazing your cheek again before his hand snakes around to the back of your neck to end up twisted in your hair. “I’ll be a little rough, okay?”

Though you nod, he still pulls his hips back until his cock falls from your lips with a pop so you can respond. “Go for it.” You drawl, sticking out your tongue to graze his head with the tip of it. He smirks down at you, satisfied, removing your hand from him to replace it with his own and guide his tip to your waiting lips.

“I want you to touch yourself as you suck me. Show me how much you enjoy taking my cock in your mouth.” The dark tone in his voice arouses you and has you moving immediately to pull your sweats and panties down to mid thigh, spreading your legs as far apart as the elastic will let you. Jimin stares down at you, his cock jumping at the image of your hand snaking down between your parted thighs to gather the slick at your entrance. Just as he catches sight of the wetness on your fingers, Jimin thrusts himself between your lips, forcing your mouth open again with the width of his member. His fingers tighten in your hair and pull you forward, his tip sliding down your throat until your nose hits the soft patch of trimmed hair at his base. You choke slightly, your throat constricting around him for a few seconds before he pulls back out, warming you up with a few gentle strokes then thrusting his hips suddenly. 

You gag as he pumps in and out of your hot mouth, saliva dripping out around him to slide down your chin and neck. His pace is harsh on you, giving few breaks and pushing you down hard every time until tears stream from your eyes, but you love it. Your fingers flick harshly around your clit in time with his thrusting, the wetness seeping out over them and making your movements smoother. Soon, Jimin is breathing heavily above you as he pumps himself into your face, fist in your hair pulling you urgently forward as he watches you swallow him with skill while fucking yourself with two fingers that you easily slide between your folds. 

“Shit, (Y/n), you suck cock so well,” He groans, his unoccupied hand reaching down to pull at your nipples once more. “Fuck yourself a little faster for me, baby girl.”

You listen, moving your fingers faster as you add more suction to your lips, the sloppy sounds of the friction and your throat adding to the cacophony of moans and grunts filling the room. Anyone who passed his room in the hallway would probably be able to figure out what was going on just from the noises you were making, but you couldn’t care less. In fact, the thought made you even wetter and pretty soon your core starts to throb, begging for more as you near the edge.

You let go of a deep moan that’s muffled by his dick, but Jimin still catches it, pulling your head off of him with a sigh. You gasp, taking in huge gulps of air as your surroundings come back into focus and you can open your watery eyes to look up at him.

“You look so pretty like this.” He compliments, his hand coming out of your hair to wipe away a freshly fallen tear. “You did so well, baby girl, so now I think it’s time to reward you.” By now your hand has stopped it’s motion inside you, your fingers feeling pruned from your wetness. You’re vulnerable to him now, on your knees looking wrecked and desperate, and Jimin thinks that he’s tamed a you in a sense, but you’re not that easy.

“Are you gonna eat me out now?” You ask innocently, widening your eyes to increase the effect. Rising to your feet, you gaze into his eyes, reading his expression. He’s farther gone than you, looking glassy eyed and faded from the pleasure as he stares down at your form, hand still clutching himself at the base in an attempt to control his arousal. This is something you could take advantage of.

“Fuck yes,” Jimin reaches for you hungrily, stealing a kiss before spinning the two of you until you’re the one against the door, trailing his lips lower down your body.

“If you do a good job I might let you fuck me.” You state, sounding almost bored, just as he pulls your panties the rest of the way off your legs. Looking up at you, Jimin raises an eyebrow, surprised by your change in tone.

“Might?” There’s a challenge somewhere in his voice and it makes you smile evilly.

“Don’t think just because I sucked your dick it means you’re in charge.” Your sass takes him aback and his jaw drops. But he recovers quickly with a delicious grin.

“That’s not what you were saying when you let me fuck your face.”

“I offered.” You retort with a shrug, already threading your fingers in his hair. All Jimin can do is shake his head, but he’s quickly distracted when you present yourself to him, spreading your legs wider apart so he can see the treasure between your thighs for the first time.

Forgetting about your little argument, he is hypnotized by the sight of your glistening pussy. He runs his tongue across his lips, exposing its length before glancing back up at you with a devious look in his eyes.

“So I get to fuck you if I eat you right?” He reiterates for confirmation.

“If. But nobody I’ve been with has done that good of a job.” You drawl, only igniting the competitive side in the athlete beneath you, who is eagerly adjusting his position on his knees. God, he’s so hot. His cock stands at attention against his abdomen, hard and ready to blow, nestled right in between those despicably thick thighs. The hair on his head sits in a perfect, fluffy mess, displaced by the hand that’s constantly running through it as if only to frustrate you further, falling into his determined eyes that lock onto the prize before him. 

“We’ll see about that.” He murmurs, barely loud enough for you to hear, before he’s leaning forward to lick a stripe up your center. You jolt at the quick sensation and barely have time to recover before Jimin is hoisting up your leg to rest over his shoulder. 

If you thought Jimin was a tease before, it’s certainly confirmed now with the way he takes his time spreading you with his hands, staring at your sex as if it was newly discovered buried treasure. Your hips shift slightly and he leans in to run his tongue from the bottom of your entrance up to your clit, circling it a few times while making direct eye contact with you. You’d never admit it to him, but the way he looks at you turns you on beyond belief, maybe even more than the leg shaking skill he shows with his mouth. 

“Ah, like that.” You sigh, grinding into him gently when he suctions his lips around your bud, pulling back with your folds in his mouth until you can see the evidence of how well he’s doing glistening on it’s way down his chin. You’re knees are wobbly already and it’s only been a few minutes, or has it been seconds? You weren’t keeping track. Hands in his hair, you dare to push him closer, angling your hips toward his face to make his job easier, and he hums in approval, fingers digging into your thigh to hold you still as he delves deeper into your cunt. There’s a tingling in the pit of your stomach that spreads up your body, delightful shivers climbing their way along your spine when you look down at the beautiful man between your legs, whose perfect nose nudges your clit with every movement of his head. By now you’re soaked, dripping down your own thighs and his chin in surprising amounts, and there’s an inkling of shame and embarrassment in the back of your head, yet its voice is too small to be heard over the bursting pleasure that consumes your mind like a thick fog. And telling from the twitch of Jimin’s dick against his stomach, he doesn’t seem bothered by the copious amounts of fluid leaking from you, eagerly lapping it up.

Introducing a finger into the equation when you get used to the feeling of his tongue, pride swells in Jimin’s chest when he gets a sense of just how wet you really were. It feels like he’s just dipped his finger into a lake, and after a few pumps, he adds another digit with no resistance. “So goddamn wet,” He groans, planting a kiss on your inner thigh and leaving a wet spot that sends chills up your spine when his breath hits it. “I didn’t know you were such a slut, (Y/n). Getting this wet from sucking me off and letting me eat your cunt, you’re so easy to please.” He purrs with a victorious grin.

Usually, those degrading words would send a flare of anger through you, but in this context, coming from those perfectly sinful lips, you find them to be surprisingly arousing. Your core throbs around his digits when he digs back in, lips and tongue flicking at your clit while his fingers plunge into you until they’re knuckle deep, going hard and fast against your walls. You keen, a whine escaping you as you try to keep your noises to a minimum for fear that it’ll go straight to his head, but Jimin is already cocky about his success in pleasing you, only waiting for those glorious words to fall from your lips and confirm his victory.

“J-Jimin, please,” You whimper, sucking on your lips to reel yourself back in a little, nails grazing his scalp as your fingers tighten. 

“Hmmm?” He draws out his hum, beaming up at you with a mirth in his eyes that almost makes you not want to say it.

“Fuck me.” You breathe, voice almost a whisper, and you’re sure he heard it but he refuses to let you off that easy.

“What was that, baby girl? I didn’t quite hear you.” He pulls away just enough to murmur against your lips, fingers still working at their rapid pace and making your task so much more difficult. You take a deep breath after a string of moans leave you, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid his burning gaze.

“Jimin, just fuck me already dammit! Stick your dick inside of me and fuck me so good I can’t walk- I want you so bad!” You’re practically sobbing now, your words loud and desperate as he takes the liberty of sucking your clit roughly the entire time you speak. People up and down the halls can probably hear you, and you pray to whatever deity that’s listening that most of the residents are out at class somewhere, completely unaware of you falling apart at the seams in Jimin’s shared bedroom. But your outburst seems to be worth it, because he pulls away with a shit-eating grin and rises to his feet before you, licking his lips and pumping his member in satisfaction.

“Eloquently put, baby girl. I thought you’d never ask.” Taking you by the waist, Jimin pulls you to his body and attaches your lips to his, immediately slipping his tongue in your mouth to get more of your sweet taste. You taste yourself all over his mouth, but it doesn’t bother you— in fact, you find yourself heating up more, nipples hardening even more against his chest. 

“Jimin,” You pant against his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and nips that have him hissing.

“Huh?” He’s at a loss right now, only half lucid as he grinds his painfully hard erection between the lips of your core while you stand, body pressed to body. It slides between your thighs, hot and throbbing, and you want nothing more than to feel it inside you.

“Condom.” You remind him, pulling away so he can think straight, and when he finally understands the word, he inhales and looks around the room hurriedly, taking a moment to gather his bearings.

“Wait here.” Your eyes follow his bare ass as he practically hops to his side of the room, rummaging through drawers and shelves in search of the box of condoms that he knows he has. Of course he’s used them since he’s been here, but admittedly, it’s been a while. 

A faint noise drags your attention from the flustered man across the room and you look down to find your phone buzzing as it sits atop Jimin’s roommate’s bed. You grab the device, leaning over on the mattress as you open the various missed calls and messages from Luna.

[2:18pm] Roomie 🌚: STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR?? OMG R U OK?!

[2:18pm] Roomie 🌚: Does maintenance know?

[2:18pm] Roomie 🌚: Are they fixing it?

(2) Missed FaceTime calls from Roomie 🌚 

[2:27pm] Roomie 🌚: Did u guys ever get out? 

[2:34pm] You: Yeah we’re out now 

[2:34pm] Roomie 🌚: Then where the hell r u?!

Luna responds almost immediately and you chuckle to yourself, typing out your response, but a sound from across the room distracts you. 

“Ah! Found it.” Jimin says triumphantly, hand fumbling through the box of rubbers until he can successfully pull one out. He turns to you with the package in his hand, but stops abruptly when his eyes reach you. Never in his life has he been struck so hard by desire from someone’s beauty, but here he is, chest clenched and dick jumping as he takes in the image of you bent over the edge of the bed, naked and practically glowing in the dim light of the room. You catch his gaze and arch your back a little bit more, a devious grin stretching your lips when his eyes travel down the ramp of it and over the curve of your ass to slip along your smooth legs, an involuntary grunt leaving his lips. “Holy shit,” He whispers, to himself more than anything. “I was gonna fuck you against the door, but now...”

Your heart jumps when Jimin’s eyes leave your backside to connect with yours, dark and swirling with lust that churns your stomach in excited knots. He takes a moment to bite his lip teasingly, thoughts that you wish you could read rushing through his mind as he pictures every thing he could possibly do to you. When your tongue slips out to wet your lips, he snaps out of his trance, blinking once with a solid look in his eye.

“Come here.” There’s no room for hesitation on your part, he’s already ripping open the condom with shaky fingers, and it has you trembling with excitement. You hurry to reply to your roommate, throwing the device down as soon as you hit send and scurrying over to Jimin’s side, allowing him to pull you flush against him. 

[2:37pm] You: In his room 😏🍆

As soon as your front meets his, Jimin grabs a tight hold on your ass, almost squeezing it too hard, but you love it. Your fingers press into the skin of his shoulders, head tilting back to expose your neck, which he immediately attaches his wet lips to, sucking the sensitive skin until you whine low in your throat, hips grinding forward to meet his. Jimin hisses at the contact, raising a hand to smack one of your ass cheeks before trailing that hand up your back until it reaches the back of your neck, raising your head so that your eyes meet his for a few seconds. He doesn’t know what it is, but you have the ability to captivate him, even if it’s just the lust covering your face that gives him pause. Even if you’re just standing there, looking at your phone doing absolutely nothing to make him feel that way. Even if he’s fucked a dozen girls and seen dozens more naked bodies, yours still sets his body on fire and drives him crazy, clothed or not. He’s never met anyone like that before, and it’s confusing. Why do you make him feel this way? Why were you the one to pull him out of his focus and throw him off his game, when he swore to himself not to fuck with any girls this season to dedicate his mind and heart to his sport? Even if he convinced himself that his attraction to you is only skin deep, there was something undeniable residing underneath, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. 

You lift an inquisitive eyebrow when he stops and he responds by leaning forward slowly, delivering a surprisingly gentle kiss that makes your heart flutter. His plump lips engulf yours and you press back to feel more of him, but then it’s like he’s shocked by electricity suddenly and he pulls back, face flushed and skin shining with a thin layer of sweat. Jimin pushes your hot body away from his and spins you easily, his demeanor switching to something rougher as he pushes your front down on the bed. You catch yourself with your elbows and push your ass back against him, feeling his length twitch as it rests on one of your cheeks, and Jimin leans forward over you to whisper in your ear hotly.

“I won’t go easy on you, baby girl. Are you sure you can take it?” It is this challenge that shoots fire down to your core, your walls squeezing around nothing, begging to be filled with him and prove just how well you can handle it. 

“Why don’t you slip it inside and find out for yourself?” Your voice is smooth like honey, seducing him like a temptress while you circle your hips against him, your hole seeking his tip. You can tell he’s smiling behind you as he nibbles on your ear, breath getting heavier at the prospect of finally being inside you, and you know he won’t drag this out much longer. Your bodies are both screaming for each other. His tongue trails down your neck and spine, creating unique designs that cause goosebumps to sprout from your skin. Whines build in your chest, your head tipping back against his shoulder when he uses one hand to guide himself to your entrance, rubbing himself along your slit to gather the wetness that spills down your inner thighs. 

Unable to wait any longer, Jimin finally starts to push in, allowing just the head at first, testing to see your reaction. He’s a good size, his tip already stretching you, but after a few short seconds, you’re swirling your hips against him, urging him to go deeper. Jimin leans away from you to press a hand to your lower back, forcing you to arch more so he can make sure you’re ready to take all of him. His hands reach for your hips, fingers digging into the skin roughly, and then he pushes into you in one smooth thrust, sliding all the way home until his balls are pressed snugly against your slick lips. You groan, dropping your head to your arms, finally feeling the fullness that you crave. Jimin pulls out about half way before pushing in again slowly, this time releasing his own grunt of ecstasy, staying sheathed inside you longer and rubbing his thumbs gently along your waist. You wiggle beneath him, impatient, whining for him to move, but instead you receive a hard smack on the ass.

“Stop moving, fuck.” Jimin shuts his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth as he forces himself to calm down. Who do you think you are, a vacuum? He swears you’re trying to suck his soul right out of his body from how fucking tight you are— which is something he doesn’t appreciate much since he was really trying his hardest not to cum in the first second. “I swear,” He starts, testing the waters a bit by moving in and out of you slowly after a moment to himself. “You have the hottest, wettest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.” A growl rips from his chest when he quickens the pace, head thrown back in amazement.

“I bet—shit— I bet you say that to all the girls.” You stutter out between moans, arching even farther into him and keening at the depths he reaches. 

“I told you, I’m. Not. A. Hoe.” He’s snapping into you at an insane pace now, nails creating crescents on your skin as he fucks you hard against the bed, making it rock and squeak from the force. Punctuating each word with increasingly harder thrusts, Jimin drives his point home with a few hard smacks to your round ass, the supple flesh there reddening into marks in the shape of his palms. 

Cries fly from your lips at his roughness, and you can hardly breathe, dropping your cheek to the bed and taking all he’s giving you like a pro. The compromising position exposes every inch of you to his predatory gaze, and you’re sure that his eyes are glued to your point of intersection, mesmerized by the sight of your tight hole swallowing his slippery length. Your suspicions are confirmed when he takes his soft hands and spreads your ass farther apart, kneading the sensitive area roughly.

“Your ass is driving me crazy. I wish you could see how good you look right now.” Jimin’s words turn into breathless sighs as he pounds even harder into you, encouraged by the ripples he sends up your delicious rear from the shockwaves of the sheer force he uses to penetrate you. Your legs are long gone by now, a hardly noticeable buzz and tingling traveling down to your toes, and the back of your legs are starting to hurt from the constant slapping his hips and strong thighs deliver to them, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop. In fact, that thought never once crosses your mind as you race toward the powerful orgasm ahead of you. A pleasant tickle forms in the pit of your stomach, almost like butterflies, and it has you moaning louder than before.

“Your cock...” You trail off into a deep groan, arms collapsing as your entire front rests on his now damp sheets. You’re sweating, breathing heavily against the fabric, and your hair is starting to stick to your face and neck. You probably look a mess, but Jimin is wrecking you in the best way possible and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“What about it? Tell me, baby girl.” He urges, using one hand to gather your hair into a makeshift pony tail and pull your head back far enough so he can hear you. 

“It’s- it’s so... fuck!” You’re struggling to get the words out already and he doesn’t help your cause. Pressing his hips to you, he grinds hard and deep circles inside of you, his balls feeling heavy as they slide and tap against your swollen and neglected clit. He chuckles at the mewls you let out, bending forward to whisper into your ear. 

“Say it. Let me hear that dirty mouth of yours, (Y/n).” He purrs, planting kisses on your exposed shoulder and neck, causing goosebumps to erupt all over you. Your head rolls to the side, giving him more space to work as he sucks lightly on the crook of your neck. 

“Jimin,” You moan, working hard to form a complete sentence. “Your cock is s-so good! You fuck me just right, baby, please keep going.” A satisfied hum sounds near your ear, and you feel his fingers tighten on your waist. You don’t have the capacity to tell him that he’s hitting all the right places, giving it to you hard and rough just like you like it, making you feel so good words can’t even begin to explain, but somehow he understands your unspoken communication and is beaming at the praise.

“Good girl,” His teeth bite into your shoulder before he pulls back, hand trailing your spine to wrap around your front. “I could listen to that slutty mouth all day.” He grunts, sucking in a deep breath when he starts pounding into you again. Your legs tremble and shake under your own weight, your body suddenly feeling weak as pleasure slowly overtakes you. Jimin catches on to your shakiness and lets out a breathy laugh. “Am I making your legs shake, baby? You close?” 

Nodding furiously, you let go of a long whine, voice vibrating in need for release. A second later, one of your legs is being hoisted up onto the bed so that your knee rests on the edge, splayed out to the side in a way that opens your body more than before and intensifies the sensation of him inside of you. Immediately your bottom leg buckles and you almost fall to the ground, but Jimin is quick to catch you with his strong arms and pull you up, keeping you standing as his cock scrapes against the deepest, most sensitive parts of your inner walls. There’s no air in your lungs at this point, all you can do is bite your lips and squeak at everything that’s happening, at everything you’re feeling. And Jimin isn’t much better off, forcing himself to stick to his fast pace, jaw clenched as you begin to constrict around his length. Were you supposed to feel this fucking good? He’s losing his grip on reality, but still wills himself to keep going for the sake of your orgasm, holding off his own for as long as possible. Droplets of sweat drip from his gorgeous honey skin and splatter onto your ass, but you aren’t entirely aware of it, as you’re too focused on the stream of your own arousal that has made its way down your standing leg past your knee. Wet slapping noises resound through the room and you swear you’ve never been this wet in your life, clenching and dripping all over his member like the mess you are. It’s hot and messy, yet you find the entire situation sexy as you inch closer and closer to your end. 

“Oh god, Jimin!” You cry out, turning as best you can to look at him with desperate eyes. “Can I cum please?” 

Shocked at first, Jimin just looks at you, eyebrows knit in concentration and perplexity, stunned that you were begging him for release— and without him asking! Then a dirty smirk makes its way to his lips and he can’t resist you, threading a hand through your hair again. 

“Of course, baby girl, cum on my cock like a good little slut.” He groans, slipping one hand around to reach your clit, and pulling at your scalp. You take in a broken gasp, twitching when he adds pressure to your button of nerves, fingers flicking fast and unrelenting as your back arches. He moans behind you, hips faltering when you get tighter and hotter, your pussy squeezing him harder and more regularly as he continues to pump in and out of you. You try to keep your volume down for the sake of everyone else on his floor, but he just feels so good, you can’t control your noises anymore. Moaning and whimpering shamelessly, you cling onto his bed sheets as the riptide of your orgasm begins to crash down on you, your clit engorging and throbbing under his fingertips as he brings you over the edge. 

Head dropping face down into the mattress, you’re thrown into a ferocious high, practically standing on your tip toes as your feet point and flex and your muscles twitch and quake involuntarily. Jimin follows you into your orgasm with a high pitched, beautiful moan of your name when he feels how tightly you’re wrapped around him, your walls spasming and constricting in a way that’s more than he can handle. His thighs quake with yours, but he has enough strength to hold you both up and ride out the coursing waves, throwing his head back and letting the pleasure take him as he releases into the condom, filling it with hot and sticky liquid that you suddenly crave to taste. Rubbing up and down your raised leg, Jimin rolls his hips slowly into you while you recover, fingers still woven in his blanket. His fingers still press against your bud absentmindedly, and you have to grab his wrist before he becomes aware of your over sensitivity, snapping out of the trance he had fallen into while studying your body. 

After a while, he pulls out of you weakly, his length falling limply against your thigh, used and sated. Jimin silently helps you onto the bed— that seems too high now— and moves to clean you both up, throwing away the condom and retrieving a cloth to wipe down your legs. 

“Damn,” You sigh when he returns to plop onto the bed next to you. “If I’m being completely honest, that was some of the best dick I’ve ever gotten.” 

“What can I say, I know what I’m doing. But you were pretty good too.” He replies cockily, and you roll your eyes at him, about to respond with your own smartass comment, but then he rolls toward you and pulls you into his embrace unexpectedly, giving you pause.

“What are you doing?” You don’t fight it, but you’re not sure if you should allow this or not. You weren’t that close to him yet. 

“I like to cuddle after sex. That’s just something about me you’ll have to accept.” He smiles down at you cutely, booping you on the nose when you meet eyes with him and laughing at how you swat his hand away. “You don’t have anything to do today, right?” You shake your head. “Good, that means you can stay and cuddle with me for a while.”

You hum, relaxing in his hold, calming your breathing slowly until you’re both okay enough to function properly.

“I really don’t fuck around. You know that, right?” He asks after some time, looking at you with concerned eyes. You nod.

“I believe you. You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Giving him a reassuring smile, you study the emotions that flicker briefly across his handsome face.

“You’re actually the first girl I’ve done anything with since the beginning of this semester. I tried to avoid them so I could stay focused on my sport and be a good role model, but something about you just drew me in. And now that I’ve had you, I’m not sure I can stay away for too long. You felt so fucking good.” He whispers the last part into your hair shyly and you laugh, cheeks tinging pink at his honesty. You didn’t want this to end so quickly either and you hoped there would be a next time. 

“For the record, I haven’t been talking to anyone else either. Nobody else seemed worth my time.” You confess quietly.

“So I’m special?” He asks, giving you an adorable smile that makes his eyes crinkle into crescent shapes.

“You interest me, Park Jimin.”

You stay like this with him for an indefinite amount of time, talking about random things and laughing with each other, even feeling comfortable enough to take a nap in each other’s arms when he informed you that you didn’t have to worry about his roommate returning since he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. It’s comfortable like this, and you’re hesitant to leave when you check to time to see how long it’s been. You get dressed and stand in the middle of the room, watching as Jimin sits on the edge of the bed smiling at you.

“I really liked hanging out with you. And not just because of the sex.” He says happily. 

“Me too. I guess you’re pretty cool.” You mumble, both of you giggling softly. 

“But seriously,” You look up to see the sincerity in his eyes as he speaks. “You’re one of the realest, most chill people I’ve met and I really like that about you. Feel free to come up anytime to hang out with me, I really enjoy your company.” Then you’re graced with that same shy smile as when you saw him for the first time and your heart skips. 

“We’ll see.” Trying to keep up a cool façade, you just nod in his direction, grabbing your phone from the other bed and walking to the door. Internally, you were screaming, but you could never let him know that. 

“See ya ‘round.” He winks, watching you wave as you exit his room slowly.

And as soon as you’re in the hallway, you practically sprint down the stairs to your floor, unable to wait to tell Luna about the day you’d just had.

[lokilickedme]

Part One of Read By Loki Laufeyson - The Night Manager Chapter 9

By request

Posted originally in 2016 at the Archive of Our Own  (no longer available there)

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply (rated mature for crude language and lewd sex talk and brief reference to necrophilia.  Damn Loki.)

Category: F/M and some indigenous aquatic predators/Pine’s bunghole

Fandom: Loki - Fandom, The Night Manager - Fandom

Relationship: Jonathan Pine/Yvonne

Character: Loki (narrator), Jonathan Pine, Yvonne

Additional Tags: Explicit Language, Non-Explicit Sex, Loki Does What He Wants, stick to the damn book Loki

Series: Part 1 of Read by Loki Laufeyson

Stats: Originally Published 2016-01-29  Words: 1017 (original version)

Updated with additional text 2019-01-02

 Chapter 9 of The Night Manager, Read By Loki Laufeyson

by lokilickedme 

Summary:  If Loki narrated audiobooks. 

Notes:  

The Night Manager, chapter nine, randomly abridged and read by Loki Laufeyson.  Sorry about the additional narrative, I couldn't stop him. 

See the end of the work for more notes.

 "You're a lie," she said, distractedly kissing him. "You're some kind of lie. You're all truth, but you're a lie. I don't understand you." 

Oh yes, this is a good start, lies lies and more lies - I can get behind this fellow and the compulsive fibbing, but the damn woman talks too much.  You're not meant to understand him sweetheart, he's a fucking secret agent spy assassin and he'd just as soon shank your ass as bang it.  But the lies part I like.

"I'm on the run," he said. "I had a problem in England." 

Doesn't everyone?  I had problems recently in Jotunheim and Midgard, trust me I know how being on the run can jack your mojo but good god man, get busy - the female's already implied she's ready to climb you like a cherry tree just to suck your dangly fruit, stop talking and get after it.  I was on the run when I knocked up the queen of the giants and begat my triplets so I know it’s possible to mix business with pleasure when you’re hotfooting it on the lam from an angry pantheon of Norse gods or whoever it was you doublecrossed this time.  I may be projecting a bit, but you get my drift.  We've got six hours of this nonsense to plow through so let’s get to the good stuff, shall we?

She clambered up his body and put her head beside his. 

Now we're talking! 

"Want to talk about it?" 

Oh god I didn't mean literally.  Stop talking. 

Blah blah blah, boring yammer about a passport, blah blah blah, poking about in graveyards, "What's your real name, who are you who are you"... 

Who writes this tripe?  It isn’t fanfiction, that shit’s good.

All day they lived naked, and when the rain cleared they took the boat out to an island in the center of the lake and swam naked from the shingle beach. 

There are no pictures in this book and at this point I’m thinking the narrative would benefit greatly from pictures.  Why are there no pictures?  And while swimming naked in natural bodies of water is a nice idea in theory, let me tell you that in many areas of this shithole planet there are things living under the water’s surface that you don't want having unrestricted access to your assorted entrances and exits.  This book is not a safe or accurate portrayal of how a romantic escapade should be conducted because I'm here to say there is nothing romantic about having your paramour remove a spiky candiru from your bunghole. 

Every day or night they made love. In the small hours of morning when he came up from the disco... 

Wait, what?  He's hanging out in a disco all night?  I hope he's showering before he comes to bed because this is what, 1974?  I’ve got six words for you:  nylon polyester and leisure suits, people.  Fabrics that hold every smell that wafts within a dozen yards of the wearer.  Sweat and pot and unwashed crevices and who knows what else - he's going to be coming in smelling like New Jersey.  Do women find the odor of stale beer, industrial waste and farts arousing? 

Yvonne would lie awake waiting for his brushing signal against the door. He would tiptoe to her and she would draw him down on her, her last long drink before the desert. 

Well I'll be buggered, apparently they do. 

I've just been informed by a studio tech in an In-N-Out tee shirt that this story is taking place in the 1990's, not the 1970's.  I was confusing it with that other one with the same guy in it, the one about the apartment building full of idiots who don’t realize doors open both ways.  So fortunately there are no polyester leisure suits smelling like sulfur and B.O. to hamper the romantic encounters, which is good because I was starting to wonder about this woman Yvonne's sanity and olfactory kinks.  But I still don't understand what the fellow is doing hanging out in a disco all night while his woman is laying in bed waiting to be scrogged.  This author has obviously never had sex. 

Their lovemaking was almost motionless. 

What??  Why in the name of fucking Yggdrasil - ?  People it requires movement, there's rubbing and friction and thrusting and stuff that happens to the thing inside the thing and...motionless?  Like I said, this author's obviously never had sex, what the hell is he doing writing about it?  This is disturbing.  Only the dead have motionless sex and that’s exclusively during the rigor stage when your dick can literally snap off if you move.  Is this foreshadowing?  Are they going to die the next time they go skinnydipping with the spiky candirus? 

The attic was a drum, and every movement clattered through the house. When she started to call out in pleasure, he laid his hand over her mouth and she bit it, leaving teeth marks in the flesh around his thumb. 

Yes, biting is nice, but I'm still worried about the foreshadowing and the whole motionless sex thing.  It's the spiky candirus, isn't it? 

And now there’s more boring tripe about the passport, which this fellow really seems obsessed with.  His life at this point consists of sex with a woman who apparently likes to pretend she’s dead, doing Travolta impersonations in the disco downstairs when he’s not practicing flexing his penis muscles for the motionless copulation with the freaky Miss Yvonne, and swimming in dangerous waters with a Visitors Welcome sign stapled to his asshole.  And there’s some spouting about in French, and finally more sex. Oh joy.  Did I mention this book could really benefit from pictures?  Because it could really benefit from pictures.

They made love in an empty guest room while her mother was at the supermarket, and in the walk-in airing cupboard. 

Well that doesn't sound at all uncomfortable.  The guest room is a good option so long as mummy’s got a long shopping list and you’re quick about changing the sheets, but I Googled that shit while I was looking up areas that are indigenous to the spiky candiru - aside from being small and cramped as fuck, there's elements from the heating system in these airing cupboard things.  Which I would take to mean that if you go to splashing bodily fluids around in them someone's going to end up with an electrified dick lit up like a christmas tree.  Maybe this is what the foreshadowing was about. 

She had acquired the recklessness of sexual obsession. The risk was a drug for her. Her whole day was spent contriving moments for them to be alone together. "When will you go to the priest?" he asked. 

Yes darling, by all means make an appointment with a holy man to get forgiveness for what we did in the cupboard.  I hear heaven frowns upon the whole legs-over-the-head thing.  Be sure to get absolution for my electrocuted wiener while you're there.  Oh, and isn't there that little issue of you being engaged to someone else? 

Skipping a bit...skipping...oh god, really?  More whining about the passport?  This man is more obsessed with getting a passport than he is with getting pussy.  I'm starting to wonder if he even likes sex and now the whole candiru up the bunghole thing is making sense.

The only crime she had omitted to mention was the theft of her own heart. 

Seriously?  It gets romantic now, in the final sentence?  They've been fucking in dangerous predator-infested lakes and electrical closets with exposed wiring and dusty cramped attics and doing the whole motionless sex thing which, admittedly, might come in handy around that electrical equipment - and now, at the very end of the chapter, there's a line that indicates some depth of emotion that could possibly have redeemed that cringey bit about the disco?  He could have come in smelling like the subway and she'd say "You've stolen my heart" and he'd say "Oh good because someone stole my wallet in that crowded disco so your heart is pretty much all I have now."  A lost opportunity, author.  You're still a virgin, aren't you? 

 End Notes 

Excerpts from The Night Manager by John LeCarre, copyright 1993.  None of the passages in italics belong to me, and if they did I probably wouldn’t admit it.

[colllapsingstarr-blog]

giant panic reclist (organized by ship)

So, I organized everything by ship because you never know what people are into, and I read pretty much anything and everything I can get my hands on that’s long. This is a fanfiction reclist for Panic! at the Disco fics only. Will I ever address other bands? Perhaps. Everything’s below the break.

Note: I have not read every Panic! fic in existence. Cut me some slack here if your absolute favorite isn’t on this list, and if it’s NOT please send it to me, I’d love to read it!

I’ll be including poly ships in the next list, because this list is long enough as it is. If I were to add poly ships, we’d be here all day.

Let’s start with the popular ones, shall we?

Format: Title by Author (click for story) | Rating, Word count, Author’s summary | Personal thoughts

If a link is broken/incorrect, please let me know. That stuff’s embarrassing.

Fics may or may not require an AO3 login (as I have an account, so I don’t know which are locked and which aren’t). Any fics hosted on LiveJournal (noted with a * at the start of the title) do not require a login, as far as I’m aware, because I don’t have a LiveJournal.

Ryden

- Sense of Touch by pressdbtwnpages | G, 5434, Brendon and Ryan turn into otters, but that's just the beginning of the problem. | It’s been a while since I’ve read this story (I did, once upon a time.) I don’t remember much, but this is pretty much absolutely hilarious.

- Just One of the Girls by skoosiepants | T, 20830, "Spence, I'm. Look, I'm going to prove this girl-thing to you, okay? I'm going to," he held up his hands, "this is so brilliant, I'm going to become a girl." | I actually really enjoyed this fic. It was interesting to see all the different interactions, and the way that it actually sort of all comes together in the end.

- for other meanings of tsunami by jocondite | T, 36352, On the Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour, Brendon comes up with a brilliant, brilliant plan to get regular orgasms without resorting to the palpitating groupies Zack disapproves of. Sure, he's never thought of himself as gay, but blowjobs know no gender, and if Ryan's willing, why the hell not? The path to true Nirvana is anything but smooth, though, and a lot of bad sex later, Brendon figures a few things out. | This speaks for itself, I’m pretty sure. This is a reclist. I’m soft for long fics.

- You Will Know The Difference When I Touch You by two_waymirror | E, 5348, It wasn’t a gay thing at first. Well, it was possible that Brendon had a tiny little crush on Ryan, but it was a buried thing in the back of his still-half-Mormon brain, emerging very slowly. | Not as long as most of my favorites, but still well-written.

- A Light On a Hill by rubblerousing | T, 17918, My greatest flaw is that I keep a running list of eight separate sentences that I, at one point in my life, have spoken aloud and which could have, maybe, possibly, embodied within them the reason Ryan Ross has decided to hate me. Some people’s greatest flaws are their overly prominent features. Some people would tell me my greatest flaw should be my overly prominent features. My friends would say my greatest flaw is that I am too outspoken; people who are under the delusion they are my friends but in actuality are not would say my greatest flaw is that I am too reserved. Maybe it’s the other way around. If I were a better person and could admit I probably very dearly ought to be under the watchful eye of a psychiatrist, because I have some kind of obsession with thinking about things too much, and with keeping lists, then my psychiatrist would say my greatest flaws are cowardice, being unable to move on from the past, an addiction to adulation, keeping lists, and perhaps Ryan Ross, if I ever got around to mentioning him. | I’m not a big fan of first person POV fics in general, no matter if it’s in irl books or in fanfiction, but here it just...works? I don’t know. Read it for yourself.

- Anyone Else But You by zarah5 | M, 67238, College AU. Panic never formed at high school. Instead, they meet at college, and in between striking up a friendship with his working colleague Spencer and trying to ensure that his roommate Jon doesn’t get sick of him, in between forming a band and writing songs, Brendon would really appreciate it if his bandmate (and Spencer’s best friend) Ryan Ross didn’t turn out to be Brendon’s TA. Especially considering their fling just before the start of the term. | You may or may not have read this already. This fic is worth rereading, though.

- Leaving Without Moving by northern | E, 29874, "I'm not trying to embarrass you or anything here. But seriously, I'm just trying to make things clear - what you want is to be my own personal little toy, is that it? You want to be my pet in the... pet sense?" “Not if you're not interested," Ryan gritted out, hot with shame. "You can stop making fun of me now. That was fucking hard to say." He rested his head on his arms, feeling weak and slightly nauseated with how his stomach was churning. | Not a fan of vampire AUs, ordinarily. I’m okay with blood, but for some reason vampire AUs aren’t my thing. However, I was willing to make an exception for this fic and I’m glad I did, because even though it isn’t my normal pick of AU, it’s really well-written. 

- A tendency to wear hearts on sleeves by kyasuriin | G, 1758, A guitar is perhaps not something that friends, even bandmates, get for each other. Brendon just hopes Ryan won't notice the way his heart is practically falling off his sleeve. | Um. Don’t have much to say on this one?

- The Heart Rate of a Mouse by arctic_grey | Not including stats | Well-known. Don’t need to say anything. Loved this fic.

- Oh Doctor Doctor by softlyforgotten | E, 17269, It was just that on his first day in the oncology department of the hospital six years ago, he'd been introduced to Dr Ryan Ross, Head Surgeon, and fallen stupidly and irrevocably in love with him, and that, apparently, was that. (A hospital AU.) | The title reminds me of Razia’s Shadow, so when I saw this it was an instant click. Love how this fic isn’t just about the relationship (despite the implications of the summary); there’s more to it.

- *Back To The Place by behindthec | E, around 93000, Once upon a time, Panic went to a cabin in the mountains to write an album they never made. One night there, something happened that Ryan tried to forget. Two years later, he still hasn't. | I have. No words for this fic. It is just that good. I know that the primary site for fanfiction is AO3, and a lot of fics are cross-posted (I tried to find what I could on AO3, because on some I have the LJ version bookmarked), but consider trying out a different format for reading. It’s a little annoying, but this fic makes it so worth it.

- *Ryan Ross: Wedding Planner (What We Do Is Love) by adellyna | M, Unknown, Ryan plans weddings! Just not gay weddings. Ok, maybe just this once. | Hilarious one-shot. Like. This is serious fic, but also very, very funny.

- *just this once, be my savior by sinuous_curve and insunshine | E, around 32k, In which Ryan has a daughter, Brendon has a nephew and somehow, they manage to fall in love. | Kid!fic.

Brallon

Doing this reclist made me realize exactly how few fics I read with just this pairing. I normally read the two of them with someone else in a poly ‘ship, but not the two of them by themselves? (send me some. please)

(I actually have read one I liked, but I’m too lazy to dig it up. The title was something in French, I think.)

Brencer

This pairing is a hard preference over most other pairings. I just. Like it a lot.

There are probably more fics on this list than there are in any other ship I include on this list.

- There Should Be A Name For Something Like This by skoosiepants | T, 3777, It was the best idea Brendon had ever had, ever. | Sometimes I read things because they’re long and have a good summary, and other times I just want a laugh. This is one of those fics.

- Supersaturation by skoosiepants | T, 15017, Brendon's a little in love with Lieutenant Spencer Smith. And not, like, fifteen-year-old girl love, either, but the kind of love where his chest hurts and he wants to be around him constantly and he wants into his pants, and okay. It pretty much sounds like fifteen-year-old girl love, but it's not, no matter what Ryan says. Spencer is just. Pretty. And competent and, okay, the sidearm is totally sexy. He didn't think he'd ever go for that, but the handling of it, his hands, really, and the thigh holster? Makes Brendon want to lick him. A lot. | Not linking the whole series because I’ve only read the first two. Crossover with Stargate Atlantis, but I have absolutely no knowledge of that fandom, and I was perfectly fine.

- Certain Coasts Set Apart by skoosiepants | T, 15327, It was easier to get lost on the Virginian coast than Spencer thought it would be. | This is one of two Spencer-ends-up-isolated-from-Panic!fics that I love. Both of their plots are actually caused by similar catalysts, surprisingly.

- Anywhere You Let It Go by skoosiepants | T, 21211, "Okay, this is what I've figured out so far. I'm stuck in some sort of hell that looks vaguely like a Sandra Bullock movie." | Brencer is sort of a side pairing, but I’m still considering it because it drives the plot and isn’t just an aside for the main character (Patrick).

- the Sweater Vests series by disarm_d | E, 15709, (first work summary) Spencer can't believe himself for trying something like this. He can't believe that he'd risk his friendship with Brendon, his friendships with everyone else if Brendon decided to tell, his place in the school if Brendon caused enough fuss. Except that when Brendon's tongue brushes over his lower lip, it's easier to understand why. | British boarding school AU! Angst! Hurty, but in the good way.

- Towns Flying By by jocondite | T, 3976, Brendon is very much in love with the van. He draws a ragged row of little black hearts on the back door, just above where some girl in some town had scrawled her phone number. He loves it right up until the heat cuts out somewhere in the middle of Colorado that first November. (Cuddling for warmth). | Cute fluff.

- The Way It Is Now by skoosiepants | T, 5790, He ponders on how exactly to phrase his question. Finally, he sends, is spencer dying andor eating babies | This author is on this reclist a lot? Maybe, but they write excellent fic.

- The Magic Friend Band by skoosiepants | T, 9408, The totally true story of how Spencer Smith joined Patrick & Brendon's Magic Friend Band. | This author actually writes really funny stories. They’re enjoyable, but also have an underlying thread of seriousness.

- Once Upon a Time’s Only Fiction When Tomorrow Becomes Today by rossetti | E, 13344, The year Virginia Dale Wentz turns five her parents die in an accident aboard a chartered day-boat to Catalina. | Under Brencer because that’s endgame. Ryan/Spencer is a thing but only as friends with benefits. Kid!fic. Always adorable.

- In the Sirocco by sevenfists | M, 12241, A story about hypnosis, God, marijuana, and true love. | There are two hypnotism stories on this list. This is the more angsty one.

- Panic! at the Barn-Raising series by vixalicious | T, 20895, (first work) Um. They're Amish. | Sort of ridiculous but really also quite good.

- Tell me to stop by AirgiodSLV | E, 29335, “You have no idea what you’re doing, okay?” Ryan says in exasperation, blowing out a huffy breath. “I’m just saying. I think…I might know a guy.” | Warning: kink fic. I might be ace and don’t get off on it, but I can still appreciate it for what it is.

- But you can’t be missed by elenor_lavish | E, 20664, "No, I mean. It's like you haven't aged a single day." Ryan steals another glance, and Brendon looks uncomfortably out the window. The back streets of Vegas look a lot like he remembers them. The cars in the driveways aren't really different, people are still dressed the same, dragging their trash to the sidewalk in their pajamas. No one's in some sort of space-age suit or wearing a video visor, or walking a robotic dog. If Brendon was going to be dropped unceremoniously into the future without his consent, there could at least be robotic dogs. | Time travel fic! Um. This one is sort of weird, but it’s also really good.

- The Sweet Spot by vixalicious | T (though I think it’s closer to M), 14872, "Responsibility" should be Spencer Smith's middle name (except it's James). After all, not many people would sacrifice their lives to run the family bakery and raise their twin sisters. But now the girls are grown, and Spencer has to learn to put his own needs first! And Brendon, the Sweet Spot's newest regular, might just be what Spencer's looking for. But will Brendon's past get in the way of their present? | I’m pretty sure this was for the LJ challenge harlequin_bands, and it shows, but I’m into those tropes, so it’s all good.

- All In The Way That You Trip by skoosiepants | M, 22199, “I’m going to ask you one more time,” he says, and he looks – Brendon shudders – he looks like he wants Brendon to stay quiet, like he’s just itching to take Brendon apart and maybe put him back together wrong. “Where is Ryan?” | I initially read this fic on LJ, so when I found out that it was also hosted on AO3, I was like: huh? But: secret agent!Spencer is a concept I can get behind.

- Personal Affairs by zarah5 | M, 31094, Office AU. When Spencer Smith is put in charge of planning some legal aspects of a top secret, rather spectacular take-over of another company, he quickly falls into an e-mail sort-of-flirtation with his colleague at another site, Brendon Urie. But when Brendon actually visits New York and Spencer for a face-to-face meeting, Spencer withdraws because how do you handle it when someone you exchanged countless e-mails with turns out to be just as hot as you imagined? | I am NOT qualified to make a reclist where I give my own thoughts, okay? This fic was really good, albeit the conflict was superficial.

- Only Unto Him by disarm_d | E, 25837, As a Prince(ish person), Spencer was meant to be pure in every way. He didn't know what to expect from an arranged marriage — but certainly not Brendon's incessant grabby hands. Who did this bouncy, mysterious stranger think he was? AND ARE SEXY TIMEZ EVER GOING TO HAPPEN? [Hint: it is quite likely they are.] | This fic is great. This was another one I originally read on LJ, but I reread it on AO3, so. You don’t lose anything from the switch between platforms, and for me it’s easier to read it all in one place (so I always turn on read full work on AO3 instead of chapter by chapter, so theoretically I can read it all in one sitting.)

- Stranger In This Town by seratonation | E, 11427, It was an idyllic sort of life. He had a secure job, a substantial paycheck, and a loving husband. And yet, Spencer felt tired. He felt numb, like everything around him was fading, or maybe it was the other way around, and he was the one who was fading. | I have Not seen the movie this is based on, but most fics that are based off of other things you don’t need knowledge of it for.

- If You’re Listening, Sing It Back by blackbird | E, 10079, If sometimes he ends up in the men's room with another guy pressed up against the door, that's no one else's business. Until one morning, by accident, it is. | I recently reread this fic, and most of the fics I’ve read are just as good on the reread.

- Closer by tigs | T, 1725, It feels different when, the moment Ryan sees them, he slams to a halt and says, "Shhh! We don't want to interrupt Spence and Brendon's cuddle time!" | Cuddle time! Accidental relationships!

- Into This Dream by (an orphaned account) | E, 28417, He's my best friend. I wish I could have been his. | I really understand Brendon in this fic. Wanting someone to be as close of friends with someone as you are with them is familiar to me, so Brendon’s decisions make a little more sense. (But I’m aromantic! So there is no romantic interest in my friends. So similar, but not completely the same.)

- And I’d Be Your Memory by tigs | Unrated, 8383, And somehow, midway through the tour, the postcard collecting becomes known as Brendon’s thing. | This is a feel-good fic.

- The Estranged Governess by wildestranger | E, 33258, Brendon is a governess with a disgraced past, who comes to teach the young cousins of Sir Spencer Smith. Sir Spencer is amused by this bouncy young man, and finds himself paying far to much attention to Mr Boyd's secretive manner as well as to the way he fills his regrettably old and worn clothes . Furthermore, Sir Spencer's oldest friend, the dissolute Lord Ross, is trying to woo, unsuccessfully, his estate manager Mr Walker. despite the tumultuous passion between them, Mr Walker refuses to give in to Lord Ross's advances as long as Lord Ross refuses to admit that it is more than a tumble in the hey that he wants from Mr Walker. Fortunately, Walker is a patient man and willing to wait while Ross goes through his tantrums. To this entangled situation arrives Mr Wentz, a cousin of Sir Spencer and an old flame of Lord Ross. Mr Wentz is known for his debauched lifestyle and delights in causing mayhem - and he seems far too interested in Sir Spencer's new tutor. But will the lovers find a way? Will Brendon lose his flower and find healing through the magic of buttsex? Will Ryan learn to admit his feelings and finally convince Jon Walker to bed him? | For some reason I associate this fic with this GSF fic that will be later on this list.

- Sea Change by sunsetmog | M, 53895, After getting his heart broken, Spencer tries to start a new life without the band. | This is the other Spencer-leaves-Panic! fic on this list. This one’s a lot more angsty, but also really great.

- Lights Never Shine as Bright as in the Movies by Sena | E, 35251, Brendon Urie's a master's student in music at UNLV who happens to make porn on the side. Spencer Smith's a wilderness photographer who happens to really, really like the online porn Brendon makes. They meet and shenanigans ensue. Also featuring Shane Valdes as Brendon's roommate and owner of his very own online porn site, William Beckett as Las Vegas' bitchiest maitre 'd, Gabe Saporta as a mime waiter, Greta Salpeter as a harried and overworked assistant, and Ryan Ross as himself. | It’s a...lot more angsty than you might think it is based on the summary.

- This Kind of Experience is Necessary For Her Learning by sinuous_curve | E, 8867, High on his shoulder, just off the ridge of his shoulder blade, he has an oblong bruise sunk into his skin. It's bright, livid purple, ridged with a regular series of darker spots along the edge. Spencer has a moment of wondering whether he was the victim of a prank he's since forgotten about or if he got abducted by aliens or someshit. Then, in a rush, he remembers. | Kink story. Why is Brencer the ship where everyone writes the kink stories? Serious question.

- E-mail Ficcish: Ashlee Simpson, Girl Romance Detective by Elucreh | T, 1370, RACHEL: http://twitter.com/petewentz/statuses/8302818080 LU: OH MY GOD, PETE, I LOVE HOW MARRIED YOUR DOUBLE DATE COMPANIONS ARE RACHEL: This is clearly the fic where Ashlee thinks they ARE dating and there's a lot of awkward coughing and hemming and hawing when they try to explain that uh... actually no?(BUT OBVIOUSLY THEY ARE IN LOVE) | AAAAAAAA

- More Adventurous by fictionalaspect | E, 48831, Spencer wondered if everyone thought he and Brendon were dating. He wondered about the way Brendon was always so tactile with him, the effortless way Brendon sort of fell into Spencer's personal space like he belonged there. He wondered if it was weird that Brendon was sleeping in his bed, if maybe Jess had just misheard him and assumed they were sleeping together in Spencer's bed, like Spencer used to do with Ryan. It got to the point that he wasn't even paying attention to what was going on in the game, and thus was totally blindsided when a particularly impressive kick by Taylor Murphy caught Spencer squarely in the balls. "Motherfucker," Spencer swore, when he felt himself capable of forming words again. "Happens to the best of us," Mr. Davies said, clapping him firmly on the shoulder. The impact jarred his back and by extension Spencer's sore balls, and he squeaked in pain. "You'll be alright," Mr. Davies said. "Just keep your eye on the ball next time. And watch that language." "Sure," Spencer said, instead of what he wanted to say, which was "Fuck you, douchebag." Spencer didn't need his gym teacher's sympathy, he needed a fucking ice pack. | Panic! at the Disco’s origin story is seriously like a fanfiction. Seriously.

- The Name of this Thing is Not Love by fictionalaspect | E, 21912, "I'm telling you," Jon says, and clicks his tongue behind his teeth like a disappointed grandmother. "There's a whole other world out there, man. You need to expand your horizons a little." "That's nice," Spencer says. It gives him a weird jolt in his stomach, to hear Jon spell it out like that. "Thank you for your concern. My sexuality is fine, thanks. It doesn't need your sympathy or your support." "It might get you laid," Jon says. "I get laid," Spencer says. "Sometimes." "No, you don't," Jon says. "You think very hard about it, decide it isn't worth it, and then you go home and order Chinese." | This fic, for some reason, feels like part of an almost totally unrelated story written way earlier by a different author. Like. Seriously.

- When Life Gives You Lemons (Say F**k the Lemons and Bail) by fiddleyoumust | E, 26475, Brendon and Spencer go on a cruise to escape their problems. They end up finding more than rest and relaxation. | Stands on its own.

- Amateur Cartography by fictionalaspect | E, 42365, In the summer of 2008, Brendon’s still trying to figure everything out. He’s good at keeping his own secrets, but when a prank goes awry, he’s faced with the realization that Spencer has some secrets of his own. They end up stumbling backwards into a complicated relationship—one that definitely doesn’t include sex. Or does it? | Again, kink fic. There are a few more on this list, I think.

- Works Both Ways by rsadelle | M, 1255, "The mate bond works both ways." Mark seems to realize that no one knows what to say to that, and he looks over at Spencer. "Are we not supposed to say anything about that?" | Werewolf AU.

- The Amazing Tail of Brendon Boyd Urie by RedOrchid | T, 1977, For the prompt: Brendon/Spencer, born with a tail. Written for no-tags 2011 | I’m pretty sure this is crack.

- If Music Be The Food Of Love (I’ll Have The Veggie Burger) by sunsetmog | M, 42250, Oblivious High School Failboats in Love, or, Brendon Urie: The High School Years. | Seriously. Panic!’s origin is very much so like a fanfic.

- Love Makes People Do The Wacky (or: Brendon Urie and Jon Walker, Adventures in Bromance) by ohohstarryeyed | M, 10651, As far as Brendon is concerned, being in love with Spencer would fucking suck, if it weren't for Jon Walker. | The power of friendship!

- Thereafter You Have It (And Tango Makes Three) by sunsetmog | E, 89286, Baby!fic. As harriet_vane succinctly put it, the almost true story of how Brendon's an idiot, Spencer brings Brendon shiny rocks, and no one gets any sleep. Or, alternatively, the one in which Brendon accidentally gets a girl pregnant, decides he wants to be a dad, and pretends like he's not in love with Spencer. "Hey, baby girl," Brendon says, softly. He thinks he should have thought of something more profound to welcome his daughter in to the world. | Kid!fic is my weakness, okay?

- Do Rockstars Dream Of Electric Sheep? by themoononastick | M, 18229, Spencer has weird dreams, questions his sexuality and spends a lot of time hiding things away in boxes in his mind. | This one is...weird and sort of puts you in a daze. I don’t know, okay?

- Here At The Right Time by sunsetmog | E, 51477, How had he managed to get this far in life without realizing exactly what it was that turned him on? | More kink-based fic.

- Cute Girls (Just Wanna Have Fun) by LittleMousling | E, 36960, Brent may have tricked Ryan and Spencer into auditioning a girl guitarist, but there's no question that Brendon is the best they've seen. Soon enough she's their new best buddy, too, hanging out at Spencer's house almost as much as Ryan does. The band is finally coming together, and Spencer's starting to think they might really make it as musicians--if she can stop getting distracted by her hopeless crush on Brendon. | The third early-Panic!-retelling I have. (There might be more idk.)

- A Presumption of Functionality (A Gas-Light Romance) by sunsetmog | G, 44502, When a spy brings news that an old inventor might have the key to finally bringing the war with Napoleon to an end, Spencer Smith, Officer of His Majesty's War Office, is dispatched north to discover if there's anything to these tales of dirigibles and flying-craft. Instead of flying-craft, however, he finds a unusual, dilapidated house – and instead of an old inventor, he finds Brendon Urie, complete with his pet hedgehog. With Brendon's scientist grandfather missing, Spencer is left trying to protect Brendon, rescue his grandfather and ensure that the secrets of flying-craft remain out of enemy hands. Vaguely steampunk-y AU in which the Napoleonic Wars didn't end with the Battle of Waterloo in 1815, but instead carried on well into the next decade. | I’m weak for steampunk AUs.

- Graham Need Not Apply by Pennyplainknits | T, 10327, Spencer doesn't want to be just one in a string of drummers for Panic. He's trying his hardest not to be another Graham, which would be easier if someone would tell him exactly what it is that Graham did. Or: Spencer pines, Brendon is a brave little toaster, and Ryan Ross will cut you. | That last part is practically a summary of most Brencer fics.

- I’d Hate To See You Frown by oanja | T, 52114, One would think that agreeing to an arranged marriage would make Spencer unhappy, but in fact he has nothing against it. Spencer has never been one to waste his time imagining swooping romances for himself, so settling for something more pragmatic is fine by him - especially as it's so beneficial to the family business. What he did not account for was his best friend Ryan becoming entangled in a very unsuitable affair with a libertarian, or that he would find his new spouse so appealing. Trying to prevent Ryan from ruining his reputation while adjusting to married life is going to require a delicate touch, which is not something Spencer has ever been known for. | Regency AU.

- Call It Home series by sunsetmog and fictionalaspect | E, 45630, Brendon feels like the one fixed thing in his life, the one unchangeable constant that Spencer can rely on even when everything around him is going to shit. It just figures that Spencer's going to ruin that, too, when they get back to LA and he makes his move. | This series was supposedly going to have more installments (I saw this on LJ, too), but with the two stories it currently has, it still feels complete.

- A Troubling of Hummingbirds by jukeboxghost | E, 11407, "Man," says Spencer, articulately, but Brendon gets it, he does. Here they are, here for a few days with two rented surfboards held together by layer after layer of duct tape and surfwax, the sweet smell of pungently rotting kelp, even sweeter surf, fresh fish and smokin' BBQ and gentle dusk every night and it's so utterly indulgent. Brendon feels fucking, like, nourished, feels like his insides have been scrubbed clean and copper-bright with wire wool, like all the dust and detritus and loose, lost feelings have been swept neatly into the corner, pruned and weeded and spring-cleaned. He takes a huge breath in. "Fuck yeah," he says. | This fic is sort of weird and airy in the unsettling way, but it’s really well-written.

- Hold on Tight and Don’t Let Go by fiddleyoumust | T, 13975, In reality, Brent brings Brendon to practice and Spencer falls in love with him the moment he bounces through the door of Spencer's garage. | The Story of Panic!, as told by yet another author.

- Stop Breathe Count To Three by sunsetmog and I think fictionalaspect (but I’m not completely sure on that) | E, 14907, "So, it's a comfort thing. It's just a comfort thing. Sometimes Brendon likes to suck on Spencer's nipples, and Spencer likes to hold him there and stroke his hair. Nothing weird about that." Or: We're not sorry. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. | This one’s sort of weird, but that’s okay.

- White Houses series by boxparade | Unrated, 44628, The one where Brendon is a music major who works at a diner and Spencer is the culinary arts major who thinks he’s cute. Ryan is all philosophical and kinda creepy (duh) and Jon works for Spencer’s dad, who happens to be the President of the United States. | Fluffy.

- Don’t cut your hair (Do you think it’s going to make him change?) by harriet_vane | T, 38891, The original summary was: Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him. Now I suppose it would be "Set a little bit in a slightly nicer past, where Brendon and Spencer go on tour by themselves but it isn't the end of the band." | Haven’t read this one in a while. I need to reread it, but I remember it being good.

- Suppose We Never Ever by playfullips | M, 23111, After Haley breaks it off with Spencer, Brendon helps him get back on his feet. Time passes, and Spencer finds himself seeing Brendon in a different light. | A lot more angsty than you’d think?

- Interlinked by doctor_jalsey | T, 12784, A story about finding yourself in the most unusual way and new beginnings. Or conversely, a mildly steampunkish fic where Spencer doesn’t realize he’s dating Brendon. | Still weak for steampunk.

- Forever Together by eledhwenlin | E, 15232, Spencer was taken by the phouka when he was only eight years old. He has grown up in their world and considers himself part of their community. But when Brendon and Spencer fall in love, they face serious ramifications ... and the only solution is to brave the human world together on their own, if they don't want to give up their love. | Fantasy is my favorite genre, mostly taken out on real books.

- I Wish I Could Remember You by sunsetmog | T, 8411, Spencer wakes up in the hospital after a surfing accident, and can't remember the last three years of his life. The doctors tell him his amnesia is likely to only be temporary, but in the meantime, Spencer can't remember the house he shares with Brendon, their dog, or how long they've been dating. Because--they are dating, right? | Not much to say on this one.

- The Heart of Lonesome Sky by heartsdesire456 | E, 30609, When Brendon Urie arrives at Rusty Creek, a ranch town so small the saloon doesn't even have a name, all he knows is that the man he was sent to marry was named Spencer Smith. At first glance, Brendon can't understand why a man as handsome and well established as Spencer Smith would need a mail-order groom when he should have been able to get any eligible man or woman in Rusty Creek. Through awkwardness, acceptance, and eventually belonging, Brendon has a chance to eventually learn the heart of the man who brought him to Lonesome Sky ranch. | Historical AUs!

- Autocorrect Says I Longview You But I Say I Love You by Count_B and Shakespeares_Girl | T, 2027, When you're in love, you leave little notes everywhere, and you just can't stop texting each other, and eventually, those things pile up and tell a story all their own. (Story told in love notes and text messages, and a tweet or two.) | Really, really cute.

- Fear of Flying by mokuyoubi | E, 29356, Spencer Smith, part-owner and celebrated head chef of noted restaurant Panic! At The Disco, is talented, rich, and gorgeous. The rest of the staff can't even seem to remember that Brendon works there. “You’re really good at that,” Jon observed. “Good at what?” Brendon asked, swirling his spoon in his dish. The ice cream was a melted mess by now. “Finding excuses not to come to the party even when you’re invited, not letting Spencer get to know you even when he asks you a direct question about yourself,” Jon said casually. Brendon dropped his spoon and glared across the table. “What are you trying to say?” “I’m saying that you don’t want anyone getting any closer to you,” Jon said. “How long were you with your last boyfriend?” | Warning: may make you hungry. (Also, I’m pretty sure jackfruit doesn’t look like that - I’ve eaten it.)

- Cinderella AU series by mokuyoubi | E (whole series), 32169, A Brencer retelling (sort of) of Cinderella. | This should really be a brencer fic but my favorite part of this is Pete/Ashlee/Patrick and idk why.

- The View From Here by mokuyoubi | E, 13634, Spencer has an irrational fear of Ferris wheels. Brendon sees it as his duty as best friend to cure him of it. | Or: Jon and Ryan try to set Spencer and Brendon up!

- The Gay Mormons series by stele3 | T, 39104, No summary | Poly!Spencer is amazing, okay?

- A Storm Brewing by bad_peppermint | G, 25073, Ever since he started university, Spencer has been quite content studying his dragons and trying to talk to Brendon, the young man who works at Spencer's boarding house. Having the dragons fall mysteriously ill is the last thing he wants, but then again, it does mean more time spent with Brendon as they try to figure out what's wrong. | The full title is too long, okay?

- There’s a boy that I like by spendon | T, 3833, 'There's a boy that I like,' Brendon began typing, fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard, tapping the keys delicately. |

- that one regret is you by thescrewtapedemos | E, 13969, There’s a witch living way out in the woods (that’s Spencer) and there’s someone running blindly through said woods (that’s Brendon) and that’s about where the similarity to a fairytale ends (there’s a cauldron but Spencer only uses it to make soup so Brendon’s pretty sure it doesn’t count) | Fantasy, again, is my favorite genre of rl novels. So, it’s pretty much a given that with this length + this AU, I would at least read it. But it’s actually great.

- Rule #3 (Wear Your Heart On Your Cheek) by Kandakicksass | E, 7768, "someone write me a brencer au where when you fall in love, a little heart shows up on your body, in totally random places, and Spencer falls in love for the first time with Brendon during like idk nothing rhymes with circus tour and the heart is like this cute thing that shows up on HIS FACE somewhere (like under his eye, on his cheek, or up high on his forehead) and he’s so embarrassed by it and it takes Brendon like two months and a lot of laughing from Ryan for him to figure out that Spencer is in love with him" I keep filling my own prompts. Enjoy. | The fact that the title came from a Marina song made me love this fic even more.

- And the world has its shine (but I would drop it on a dime for you) by AbsolutelyNothing and peachypunk | E, 165889, In Victorian-ish times, The Smith family has served the wealthy Urie family for generations. Being so close in age, Brendon and Spencer become best friends and, over time, the rich, Omega socialite, Brendon, starts to fall for his personal, Alpha servant, Spencer. | A/B/O is a concept I was first introduced to on AO3. Like, it’s all the werewolf AUs without the turning into a wolf part, and it’s developed into its own thing.

- *Need You Wild by fallintosilence and boweryd | E, 105K+, Spencer's a werewolf! A sexy werewolf! Okay, really, Spencer is a newly turned, slightly confused werewolf who can't figure out why Brendon smells so good all the time. Or why Spencer can't seem to stop acting like he is 16-years-old, what with all the blushing and stuttering around Brendon and the constant jerking off. Fear not, though, gentle reader, because it turns out Brendon is totally on board with having a werewolf boyfriend. And with having lots and lots of sex. | Werewolves are sort of cool. There’s a lot of p0rn in here, though.

Joncer

This pairing is used as a side for Ryan/Brendon and I really think it deserves its own time in the spotlight more often. It’s after brencer in popularity because it’s mostly shafted off as a side pairing and not the main one.

- Kick It Back by afterthefair | E, 6103, Spencer thinks the girls fall into a few distinct categories: the ones who either haven’t heard the news or don’t care, the ones who want to convert him, and the ones who shout “Kiss! Kiss!” every time he and Jon get within a foot of each other. | Coming out fic.

- Median by strangecobwebs | E, 23356, Jon first learned about the Kinsey scale when he was about seventeen. And if zero is completely heterosexual, and six is completely homosexual? Jon Walker is a three. So very much a three. |

- If It Kills Me by foxxcub | E, 16928, Spencer Smith knows there must be a catch when Jon Walker − his despised FBI partner − offers to transfer out of Chicago and far, far away from him. There's a catch, all right: Spencer has to spend one sexy night with the untamed playboy. Okay, so the guy's hot. So his reputation in the bedroom is the stuff of legend. So Spencer's been in a dry spell for, oh, over a year. So maybe one night to be rid of him isn't so unbearable. But once the sheets have cooled, Spencer's just starting to heat up, and moving away is the last thing on Jon's mind...FBI AU. Plot and summary stolen shamelessly from Erin McCarthy's novella Miss Extreme Congeniality. Title stolen from Jason Mraz. | This is another fic for the to-reread list.

- Let the Future Come into Each Moment by saramir | E, 27277, In which Spencer turns thirty, Jon is even more affectionate toward him than usual, and Ryan & Brendon are writing (and arguing about) a plant-themed album. Set on tour, 2017, after a failed album and failed relationships, all while the four of them have stuck together, and then some. | Future fics always hurt a little, because nobody could have predicted the split.

- Jon’s Bookstore (A Few of My Favorite Things) by foxxcub | M, 11235, A funeral is really the wrong place to learn you've inherited a business. |

- The Bootstrap Paradox and Other Tips for Finding True Love by mokuyoubi | E, 41829, In response to the harlequin_bands challenge: Swept from her dismal present in the 1990s (facing unemployment and the singles scene), Phoebe Turlow takes a wrong turn at a hotel (while attending a “free” vacation in the Caribbean, sponsored by a condo company) and winds up in the seventeenth century in the company of a sexy, witty pirate named Duncan Rourke. As if Rourke does not have enough to do fighting the British in the American Revolution, he has to determine whether short haired, strange speaking Phoebe is a spy, a witch, or worse. Instead, he falls in love with her. Okay, so Ryan was going to be Phoebe and Brendon Duncan, except then somehow Spencer and Jon took over the story, and so this really tells the story of Phoebe and Duncan’s best friends. Oh, also changed it to the eighteenth century, since I’m *pretty* sure that’s when the American Revolution actually took place…*shrug* | The 18th century is when the American Revolution really took place, because the century numbers versus actual year numbers are sort of misleading.

- Catnip by rockme | T, 7187, One day while smoking, Jon hears a distant meow. | No, but seriously, this fic is basically about weed actually turning people into cats. 

- *Anywhere, Say Anywhere (As Long As I’m with You) by hidingoutside | E, Unknown, As the head of guest services at Oakhart Ranch, Jon Walker's supposed to make sure everything's running as smoothly as possible, even when Spencer Smith, former rodeo champion, comes rolling into town to help his former mother-in-law keep the ranch from going under. Jon's never heard anything good about Spencer, but Spencer's never anything but helpful and generally awesome to Jon and his infant daughter. Suddenly living on in the middle of nowhere Wyoming doesn't seem so bad... |

Rycer

I used to dislike this pairing. Not like, absolutely hate, but I had the tendency to avoid it.

- Mistletoe by amethyst__angel | T, 1191, Christmas is supposed to be a time for love, for friendship, for presents and accidentally walking under the mistletoe with your best-friend-since-forever... | I might be typing this on December 27th, but I started compiling this list before Christmas, so it’s fine.

- Further Down the Road by zarah5 | T, 7029, The sketch of a full moon is sitting next to yesterday’s date, and twenty-eight days, Spencer thinks. Twenty-eight days. He could be wrong, of course, but… He doesn’t know why it makes a twisted kind of sense mostly because it’s Ryan, but it does. | .

- Tearing Down the Toy City by roebling and rubblerousing | M, 52864, "What I'm trying to say, Spence, is that if you don't like the way things are going, that's fine, but if you're nostalgic for five years ago, you better give up. 2001 is not coming back. You and Ryan were never going to be fourteen forever. I think you need to figure out what you want." | There’s a mixed bag of fics in this tag, but the hurty ones are always the most well-written.

- Through All Kinds of Weather by Marks | E, 28994, Ryan gets sick and pushes himself too hard. Enter Spencer and his world of denial. | .

- His Executive Sweetheart (I’ll Put The Coffee On) by sunsetmog | M, 34252, As a bored but efficient executive assistant, Ryan Ross wasn't supposed to have fallen madly, hopelessly in love with his boss. Especially when his boss was business mogul and confirmed bachelor (and old childhood friend) Spencer Smith. His best friends were convinced that only one thing would get Spencer to notice him, and that was a makeover. But if he lets them have their way, then how is Ryan to ever really know for sure if Spencer likes Ryan for real? | .

Jon/Brendon

What...is the ship name for this? Also, I only have one rec for this pairing. I’m not a fan of this pairing, for some reason. I just...don’t quite understand it? Either way. One rec.

- (Panic! at the Disco Almost Changed Their Name to) Fuzzy Kitten Cuddle Time by dsudis | E, 14407, In which Jon Walker is sometimes a kitten. | Kittens.

Endnotes

Poly reclist coming up next. There are a lot of fics on that list.

(Edit 11/5/19: Fixed a broken link.)

[countessofsnark]

Snarky Recap - Thunderbirds Are Go: ‘Volcano!’

The One Where TAG meets WALL-E And We Find Out That Grandma Is The Real Boss of Tracy Island.

Just a regular day at the office for Space Trash.

Multitasking like a boss. Maybe it’s caffeine, maybe he’s born with it.

Whenever I see Grandma sitting behind Jeff’s desk, calling the shots like that I can’t help but hear the Godfather theme intensifying.

Enter the quirky Dr Quintin Questa and his volcano obsession. When John dismisses the umpteenth report of said volcano being about to erupt, Dr Questa  demands to speak to John’s supervisor.

‘Okay. You asked for it.’ You can tell John is enjoying what’s coming next. Ehehehe.

The face you get when you have not cleaned/tidied up your bedroom, scrubbed the living room floor to Grandma’s standards, or walk through the house dripping pool water.

When even Brains denies the urgency of the situation, Dr Questa decides to invoke Isaac Newton’s Fourth Law. You know, the one that’s basically a sacred vow between scientists that says you have to help out the person who invokes no matter what? Yeah. That one. 

And so our loveable bespectacled engineer heads off to this volcano along with his trusty robot sidekick. Scott generously lets Brains and Max hitch a ride aboard TB1. Scott Tracy, the Uber of Tracy Island.

Scott telling Brains that it’ll only take a few seconds off the ETA. Brains knows all the stats about the Thunderbirds and their landing procedures. Cue Scott:

‘Who said anything about landing?’ LOL.

You’d think Brains has learned his lesson where hitching a ride on TB1 is concerned. You’d be wrong. Welcome to life in the fast lane.

The ‘I wish I’d brought clean underwear’ face.

We come in peace. Or in pieces, if anything had gone wrong. Sorry not sorry.

Dr Questa’s base camp does look like it was inspired by WALL-E. Or the opening scene from Borderlands 2. Kind of expecting a CLAPTRAP cameo here, guys.

Well. Close enough. Meet Fritzi, old but not obsolete. Also quite capable of setting MAX’s circuits on fire. That’s amore.

Brains gets ready to go home but MAX is already chasing the love of his robotic life. Cue Brains shaking his head as he follows.

‘Robots. Always thinking with their dials.’ *CACKLES*

Brains trying the ‘give it up kiddo, she’s too old for you’ approach. Dammit Brains, stop being an over concerned parent. Let your AI child go. 

Looks like that new resort sauna is going to need some tweaking.

‘You can do it, baby. I believe in you.’ Filed under: how to turn a scaredy cat robot into a fearless volcano chasing machine.

Yes, Brains, this is going to call for Serious Equipment. Flash forward to Thunderbird 2 arriving at Tracy Island. 

Sorry, Virgil, those pods are needed. And so are you. Grandma’s orders.

The face of a man who just wanted to go and enjoy a well earned nap. Poor lumberjack beefcake.

The name’s Tracy. Virgil Tracy. *cue ovary explosions* @typethedragon

This hotel clerk sure loves to refer to himself as Jeff Tracy. Are we having envy issues, mate?

Classy Comeback 101 - a guide by Virgil Tracy. Gotta love that ever so subtle smirk and finger pointing. *fans self*

Meanwhile, inside the volcano whose name I shall not bother to look up and/or mention here: the homing beacons suddenly decide to stop working, causing Brains and MAX to reluctantly head back inside. 

There I Fixed It.

*Indiana Jones theme intensifies*

A moment of silence for our beloved PODS, please. *sad funeral music*

Looks like Dr Questa’s crazy plan worked like a charm. Now let’s get the hell out of he-oh well, how about a walk. 

I think someone left the oven on...

When running isn’t enough, hop onto your trusty bots. And that’s how robot racing was born.

‘Trust them. They’re scientists.’ PREACH IT, VIRGIL.

*insert penny whistle solo from Titanic*

Sometimes goodbye is the hardest word, eh MAX. Time to head home. So Virgil can finally get his goddamn nap.

Raise your hand if you are excited that TAG is finally back. *raises both hands* And that means, yep, the weekly dose of snark is back too. *grins*

[inkofamethyst]

January 22, 2019

hey,

so,

I’m a little nervous.  I won’t lie.

You know how the big scholarship for my choice 2 will be notifying the finalists by the end of the month?  Well, I just received an invitation to apply for their second highest scholarship which is significantly less than the big one and would not allow me to attend on that scholarship alone.  I am afraid that I have been taken out of the running for the big scholarship, as if they sent me this invitation instead.

I’m hopeful that this is not the case.  I’m hopeful that this invitation does not take me out of the running for the desired scholarship and that invites are made based on a separate scholarship committee, not the one that read/is reading the eight essays that I sent in almost a month ago.  I’m hopeful that this invitation was based on my stats and my common app and supplemental essays, and that they were impressed enough that they want me to apply for this scholarship even if I am a finalist for the big one.  I’m hopeful that they sent me this because they really want to attract me with at least some merit money, even if I am not awarded the big one.  I’m hopeful.  I’m hopeful.  I’m so incredibly hopeful that I can still be in the running for their highest scholarship.  I want it... probably more than I want to get into my choice 1.  I’m hopeful.

My choice 2 has also been sending out notices for acceptances to its honors college.  Some people have received notification in the mail today.  I did not.  I’m hopeful.  I’m hopeful that it will come tomorrow.  I really feel like I love my choice 2 and that I would make a good addition to their community.  I hope that they see this too.  My statistics are high and my essays are okay and I know that they want to bring diversity to their campus and as a black female entering biochemistry with the goal of helping others in the future,, I feel like I am a good fit.  I align with their values.  I am worried and nervous and anxious and terrified.  But all the same, I must remain hopeful.  A few years ago, someone on College Confidential (my favorite toxic website) said that they were a finalist for both the big and a smaller scholarship, and that one anecdotal piece of information helps me maintain hope.  I must maintain my hope, else I shall be driven mad.

In all fairness, College Confidential is driving me to madness anyway.  All of the stress is so obvious on that site and I should definitely leave it but it’s become an addiction.  I’m literally still watching threads for schools that I’ve gotten into (choices 3, 7, and 8) for no reason and I’m watching other important ones like a hawk (choices 2 (I’ve gotten into this one, but it’s my biggest hopeful so), 4 (whose decisions could come out any day now), and 9 (who also may have decisions coming out any day now)) and I need to stop.  It’s stressing me out and I just keep checking and my parents have told me that it’s not helping me and I know that but I can’t stop.  Perhaps you’ve noticed that I don’t check the threads for my choice 1.  That’s because I know that it will really only end in heartache.  That thread will not add anything positive to my life.  I know that my choice 1 is a massive reach.  I know this.  I cannot be disappointed if they do not grant me admission.

My dad says that I need to stop trying to understand or rationalize these things.  He says that it will only cause me grief.  But I obsess.  And I worry.  That’s who I am.  I just need to get my foot into the door of the full-ride.  That’s all I need to do at this point.  But I’m so worried that this whole process is over.  I’m so scared.  I’m hopeful, yes.  The Israelites were probably scared as they were escaping from Egypt, but they were hopeful too.

There can be miracles when you believe.  Though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill.

My hope is frail, yes.  But I can must will maintain it until the very last moment.  I will.  I will.  I will.

I could really use some Prince of Egypt right now.  

I just went and Spotify’d myself some Prince of Egypt so I’ll be okay.  I’ll be okay.  I’ll be okay.

God,

Please.  I want to end up where I’m meant to be.  Really, I do.  Truly.  But I ask that You take my desires into consideration, please.  You know what I need in order to attend my choice 2.  As much as I want to attend where I’m meant to be, I’m hoping that it coincides with where I want to be.  I understand that this is out of my hands now.  I place my trust in You.  These prayers have not gone unanswered so far, and for that I am thankful.  Does listening to the Prince of Egypt soundtrack bring me into your good graces?  Judging by the fact that Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston’s “When You Believe” just came on, I’m going to take that as a yes?  Oooh, them runs send chills down my spine.  

Well, today I’m thankful for the order of my schedule because it allows me the most time to study for the midterms of my most difficult classes.  Honestly, it’s been this way since my freshman year, so someone (capital-S Someone maybe?) is looking out for me.  I’ve got to get my jazz done for Political Science tomorrow and for Spanish the next day, and I have to study for math and chemistry (I’ve got the barest of A’s in that class for the second quarter, but at least it’s an A and my midyear report isn’t terrible, y’know, so that’s a blessing) on Friday, but I should be okay, I think.

I’ll be okay.  I’m hopeful, so I’ll be okay.  I’ll be okay, no matter what happens.

Also,, the Prince of Egypt soundtrack?  Incredible music for an incredible movie.

I just looked it up and the music was composed by Hans Zimmer?  Composer of The Lion King and Batman v Superman?  Hecc yeah.

Goodnight.  I’m going to actually try to get to bed early tonight... maybe even before eleven :)

or by eleven, we’ll see

I’m hopeful.

I’m hopeful.

I’ll be okay.

I’m hopeful.

[lunatheranter]

Luna Takes on The Vegan(ist)s

Let's be honest, I was going to pop up on one side of this at some point. You might be surprised to learn that Luna the Ranter is actually fairly neutral when it comes to the vegan/non-vegan argument; I don't have any strong opinions on whether or not one should or should not consume animal products. There are fair points on both sides. Back in the day, my mum used to say she'd never met a healthy vegan – but back in the 80s, the kind of nutritious alternatives we have now didn't exist and vegans pretty much had lettuce. On the other hand, animal products provide important sources of vitamins and minerals which we, as omnivorous predators, need to survive and it is somewhat ingrained into our nature. Give a lion a salad, I dare you.

What I do have strong opinions about, however, is the aggressive, we're-right-and-you're-immoral vegan uprising that's been steadily heading over the past year or so. To kick off, let me state outright the problems with this approach:

1. It's aggressive. Aggression is not positive, it is not fair, it is not necessary, and it does not work. It's more likely to force people to agree with you externally and then go somewhere else and do the polar opposite of what you've told them to do. And yes, it's not asking. It's telling. Guilt-tripping, yelling, forcing disturbing images in people's faces – these things are not only going to make people walk away, but also cast a shadow on any positivity in your movement. It is totally counter-productive and in the meantime you just make other people feel like shit. 2. It's obsessive. It nitpicks. It delves into the darkest, dankest corners and generalises its findings. It hunts through lists of ingredients to find a vitamin which may be derived from an animal product's second cousin twice removed. It demonises people who use animal products. Do you like being called an evil, immoral, heartless demon with no humanity on your way to feed homeless orphans because there's eggs on the menu? No. Does it even make sense? No. 3. It is immoral in itself to try to force another person to think the way you do, to believe the same things you do. That is called indoctrination, and that constitutes harm. By forcing your opinions on somebody else, you are harming them. This is part of my own moral code and belief system, so feel free to draw your own conclusions on this point.* 4. It is unrealistic. I am not a vegan. I am not ever going to be a vegan. I had a dream where I got water on my vintage suede trousers and I woke up in cold sweats so the idea of me getting rid of them is ludicrous. There are thousands of people like me who are not and will not be vegan, no matter how many statistics you yell at them. Trying to straight-up convert people who do not want to be converted is a fool's game. More on this later.

*Secondly, I feel I have to make a statement about morality before I continue; when addressing such a topic, it is important to note that we are born with humanity (that is, the ability to love, to care, to nurture etc (with the exclusion of sociopaths)) but morality is not inate. Morality is something we build for ourselves. It doesn't come from some mystical far-off cloud land, and nobody's moral code is exactly the same (if yours matches somebody else's without discrepancy, I'm afraid you've been indoctrinated; refer to point 3 above). It's based on our experiences, opinions, ideas, and formation of the way we individually understand the world. We are not born moral beings. If we were, history and society would look very, very different.

But enough of the support act, let's get the headliner on stage. I'm obviously aware that this does not apply to ALL vegans (the same way it's not ALL men and not ALL white people; that's not the point we're addressing here) and I am specifically addressing the aggressive, obsessive, narrow-minded veganist (can we call it veganist? I like veganist) movement that's been spreading of late. The video which was the final straw in my shall-I-shan't-I internal debate on whether to post something was shared by a good friend of mine who is a vegetarian and animal rights activist, and who agreed with... the meat-eating man. Because she, like myself, does not like to see people aggressively ramming their opinions down somebody else's throat.

In this video, they quote a conversion statistic which cannot be verified. This is one of my bug-bares with these people. Are they calculating based on people who said they would convert on the day? More than likely. Did they conduct 6 to 12 month follow up interviews to find out whether those people actually made those changes? I highly doubt it. Therefore, the statistic is completely null. I see this time and time again with this type of movement. They take the most extreme, raw statistic and blast it out there like it's the word of a deity. Why do I know that this happens? Because I've done it. For my dissertation, I went to WHO and quoted the raw suicide rate instead of the age standardised rate. Why? Because it's higher. Because I want to make people think “oh my god, that's horrible!” (I then went back and corrected the statistic because that’s not ethical practice). I'm going to rest my case on stats and facts right here and let you mull it over while we have a paragraph break.

Silly, silly veganists (I'm using this term now). Did you really think that screaming “You're a bad person!” in my face as I walk down the street was going to change my mind? No. You've just ruined my day. So what I'm going to do is sit in front of your protest and eat this steak, because I no longer believe that your opinions are valid. You've successfully invalidated your own movement. Applause. Spamming social networks with disturbing pictures of mutilated animals is only going to get you blocked. This approach not only doesn't work, it can be dangerous. You could cause somebody serious mental harm by doing this. I've seen clearly anxious people forced to engage in arguments by these people. I've seen people crying because they're being spammed with traumatic images. This is nothing short of pure aggression. The desire to upset people. Unfortunately, it seems that a lot of people jump on the bandwagon purely because they want to hurt others in this way, and not because they genuinely support the cause. It's extraordinary the lengths people will go to. It's unethical, it's unfair, and it's totally unnecessary.

 Let me exemplify with an analogy or two: I used to eat a lot of meat. I'm talking seven days a week, at least twice a day. My family have always been big meaties. Meat in everything. Meat with a side of meat garnished with meat. It was like meat > water. I didn't notice it for a while, but I was getting sick of eating so much meat. It actually made me quite ill. Don't get me wrong, I've always had a very healthy diet, but I started to meat overload. I needed to cut down. Then I went to Bermondsey Market, where I encountered RAW. The woman was super friendly, answering all my questions about how the vegan cakes were made, what's in everything, what kind of extra nutrients I can get from this food. I loved how varied the ingredients were. I bought some food to try, and I loved it. I now eat consequently vegetarian or vegan meals about 4~6 days a week. It's not even a conscious effort; I was shown an alternative, and I liked it, so I ended up cutting down. A lot. But wait! There's more! SOAS (School of Oriental and African Studies, University of London) is known for it's... um... alternative? societies and events, so naturally we have a vegan soc. They like to do bakesales. I like it when they do bakesales, because my first ever taste of vegan cake was THE BEST lemon drizzle cake I've EVER had. I bought a few things to try, and I loved all of them. Not one of them was a different consistency than regular cake, not one of them tasted a bit weird. This year, I made myself a vegan birthday cake (mostly because we were having a dinner party, and one of my housemates is vegan, but I had wanted to try vegan baking since the bakesale) and when I discovered how easy it was, I switched to vegan baking. I'm not strict with it, but it's there (plus, if I want my housemate to try my cookies........) Why am I telling you this? I want you to notice how it was achieved. There were no placards or disturbing videos of people taking bites out of live cows. There was no demonising, no guilt-tripping, no force-feeding somebody else's moral code. I was simply offered the opportunity to try an alternative, with the hope that it might result in me making changes. Nobody told me that I'm evil for not being a vegan, immoral for my lifestyle choices. They just said “hey, would you like to try this? It's healthy and sustainable” so I said “yeah, let's give that a go”, and when I liked it, viola! It resulted in change. This just in! Being nice to people makes them want to listen to you more than being shitty and aggressive! Oh, that's not just in? What do you mean, that's been around for centuries?! Moving on...

I want to talk (briefly, because this is getting tl;dr) about the idealism of the veganist (I've coined the term now, it can't be revoked) movement, because it's not realistic. These people want everyone to stop using animal products overnight. Though I detest to do so, I must inform you that that's not going to happen. First of all, we need to remember that being vegan isn't just about diet – a vegan can't wear, wash in, eat or otherwise use ANYTHING which contains substances derived from animals. That means checking your fabrics, toiletries, appliances (because polymer and some other plastics (rather unecessarily, to be completely honest) use animal fat in the manufacturing process) for vegan friendly status before buying. Expecting everyone to suddenly commit to this change is just ludicrous. What we can ask people to do is to cut down. To reduce. To aim for things which are kinder and more sustainable. In mass production, even the “good” things aren't as great as we want them to be. We can encourage people to switch from supermarket to local marketplace buying as the animal products usually come from local, sustainable, well-structured farms which don't operate on a large scale and therefore rear their animals to a much better standard. We can ask for people to use less. To petition and rally for better farming practices. To be willing to pay a little more for better treatment of farm animals. In year 9 biology, we watched a video from a battery egg farm. I went home so disturbed that I point blank refused to eat anything other than free-range eggs. My mum said they were too expensive. She spent years saying they're too expensive. I still refused to eat eggs from caged hens. I went without eggs. Now that I'm an adult and I control what I buy, I was picking up free-range eggs every time I went home, because I knew my mum would have caged. One day, my brother ate one of my eggs (I was mad). When he noticed that the quality was much, much better than the ones he's used to eating, guess what? He refused to eat caged hen eggs. So then there were two of us. My brother pestered my mum relentlessly, insisting that free-range was much better. She now buys free-range eggs, and we all agree. It's better. My point is, it took me years to get one person to make this change. Some people will change their lifestyle at the drop of a hat. Others won't. Some will never come completely to your side, but telling them they're bad people isn't going to change their mind. I'm not ever going to be vegan. I can state that outright. But I've made dietary changes: all of the meat I buy is locally and sustainably sourced, I often opt for meat-free options purely of my own free will, I only buy free-range animal products and my milk consumption has dropped from 4 pints a week (hella milk) to 2 pints a fortnight (not so much milk). I know that I'm not willing to commit to a fully vegan lifestyle, (I eat A LOT of eggs and I love my purple suede trousers waaaaaay too much) but I have been encouraged to make changes by people who have approachably and enthusiastically offered me alternatives that I've enjoyed.

My problem is not and never has been with the movement. Your lifestyle choices are yours to make. It's not my place to tell people what they should or should not eat. My problem is with the methods, because aggression is NEVER the answer, and calmly offering an alternative always works much better than trying to force people to agree with you – and if it's not my place to tell you what to eat, it's not your place to do so either.

Luna out on vegan(ist)s.