#look at him giving his lil powerpoint presentation

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Cobra Kai | 5.08

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — teacher!jeff skinner x teacher!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.4k 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — their students decide to play matchmaker before a school dance; will their scheming pay off?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — written to fill a short n sweet request last year for my patreon fic-mas <3 and if you catch the lil nod to two of our favs, you're a real one

“I know we’ve been having a hard time concentrating this week, which is understandable with all the excitement surrounding the Snowball Dance, but you do have one more day of work before you can totally kick back and check out,” Jeff Skinner, a high school social studies teacher, says after the tardy bell chimes.

The students are settling into their seats but listen intently.

He continues, “That being said, I will still be collecting your annotations for chapters eighteen through twenty that we started during Monday’s class. While I’m doing that, a sign-up sheet for the Unit 5 case study presentations will be floating around the room. If I were you, I’d grab the earliest slot available to get it over with and be done for the semester. But, hey, that’s just me!”

His twelfth-grade AP Government class meets this with a chorus of groans. A subset of students lightheartedly boo him from the back row. Oddly, though, the ruckus pleases him.

Mr. Skinner strives to create a classroom environment where the teens feel comfortable sharing their honest feelings and have the space to do so if they choose. Their vocal push-back signifies their trust in him. He also appreciates their mutinous spirit because it arose after their deep dive into the Declaration of Independence and its twenty-seven grievances; they were combative but in the name of freedom for the cohort and the individual. Jeff saw that as a Teacher Win.

“I know, I know. I’m a tyrant, and you hate me. But unlike this country, this classroom is a monarchy, not a democracy,” he returns the teasing. “And if you looked at our agenda when you walked in this morning, you would’ve seen that—because I am obviously the nicest person ever—I have allocated today’s class period to independent work time. So, you can complete whatever you may need. That means putting any final touches on this week’s chapters, polishing up your Supreme Court case PowerPoints with your partner or group, or finishing any outstanding assignments.

And if you recall, I give full credit for late work, so long as it's on my desk before the cut-off tomorrow at noon. You’re welcome." Sarcasm is his favorite—and most effective—bonding strategy. "If you're squared away, you know where the board games and art supplies are. Just no more explicit drawings. I don’t care, but Mrs. Benson next door does.”

The class laughs, fondly recalling the fiasco the day before Homecoming.

A couple of students decided to use their free time to create a few political illustrations. While they were historically accurate and objectively hilarious, they were not “school appropriate,” according to the 9th-grade Geography teacher who glimpsed the comic strips as she passed the open door.

She demanded Jeff punish the perpetrators for their vulgarity, but instead, he had the drawings laminated and bound into a resource book. Said book has since found a home on a bookshelf, wedged comfortably between Howard Zinn’s A Power Governments Cannot Suppress and The Words We Live By: Your Annotated Guide to the Constitution by Linda Monk.

In his peripheral vision, Jeff sees a student waiting by the door and invites them in. He segues, “Before I leave you to your own devices, it looks like we have a visitor from ASB. So, please be nice, give them your full attention, and don’t embarrass me. Capiche?”

The class agrees to comply, and the boy, an underclassman if he had to guess, hesitantly walks to the front of the room.

Jeff remembers how intimidating seniors felt when he was that age, so he gives his students a pointed warning over the kid’s shoulder. A few of them perk up, noticeably straightening in their seats.

“Good morning, everyone. I’m Leo, and I will be filling in for Gabby today.” He looks down at the printout of the day’s announcements and clears his throat. Then, Leo begins reading them aloud:

“Feeling stressed this finals season? Stop by the quad next week during both A and B lunch blocks to decompress with some therapy dogs. If you need further or individualized support, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson will be opening up their schedules for one-on-one sessions. Appointments can be made using the yellow slips in the main office.

Work permits are available in the career counseling hub. If you plan on getting a job or need to renew, please submit an application as soon as possible. No permits will be issued during Winter Break.

Remember that your final exam period is not the same as your regular meeting time or day, so be sure to check your portals this weekend for the updated schedule.

Still need a ticket for the Snowball Dance tomorrow night? Please stop by the ASB room or contact Owen Power, the senior class president, before sixth period today. They’re $15 with an ASB card and $20 without one. Trust me; you don’t want to miss out!"

The audience of seniors cheers, hooting and hollering out their delight. The underclassman beams, confidence swelling, and tucks the script away. His smile grows. “And now…drum roll, please!”

As the students bang their desks with open palms, textbooks, and stray pencils, the ASB student angles a pair of jazz hands towards the open door.

“Santa Claus!”

Peyton, the current school mascot—in an ill-fitting costume that's certainly older than he is—materializes in the empty space. He hauls a lumpy velvet bag over his shoulder as he saunters across the room. The tiny gold bells affixed to the sack twinkle with every step.

“Ho, ho, ho! Candy Cane Gram delivery!” Peyton bellows.

His impression is unexpectedly convincing, in Jeff's humble opinion.

“Santa” roots around in the bag and pulls the first set out. They’re paper-clipped together, indicating both were for the same person. “Taylor Zimmerman? Two for you!”

He passes the slips of paper back to the student who raised her hand.

The distribution of festive notes, an annual fundraiser put on by the junior and senior class councils to bankroll the dance itself, fades into background noise as Mr. Skinner begins looking over the pile of essays he collected last period from his squirrelly 10th-grade World History class.

The prompt had been to explore the impact of globalization in the post-Cold War era, and they’re off to a great start. The first essay's author touches on “transnational actors” and their impact on overall global wealth—in the introductory paragraph. Pride blooms in his chest. Maybe someone had been paying attention after all.

Jeff gets through three and a half papers—all 95% and above, but who’s counting?—before he feels someone standing over him.

“Uh, Mr. Skinner?” Peyton whispers in his civilian voice.

“Yes?” Jeff replies.

To mark his spot, Mr. Skinner sets his pen below a particularly eloquent paragraph highlighting how American consumer culture polluted local ecosystems abroad.

The sophomore nervously looks around the room. After deciding his peers were too engrossed in the social politics of sending and receiving Candy Cane Grams and Ice Court nomination speculation to hear, Peyton pulls a slip of paper out from inside the thick, red coat and sets it on Jeff’s desk. It’s crumpled, and the miniature candy cane is barely hanging on.

“This last one’s for you.”

“Oh, thank you very much,” Jeff smiles. The polite expression is meant to relieve the student from his classroom, but Peyton remains glued to his spot. Gently, he asks, “Is there something else I can do for you, Mr. Krebs?”

“Aren’t you going to see who sent it?” the boy asks, all toothy grin and twinkling eyes.

Well, that’s not at all suspicious, Mr. Skinner thinks as he slides the slip closer.

He scans the generic template, reading his name and room number scrawled beside washed-out festive clipart, but doesn’t understand the fuss... until his eyes drift down to the section for an optional message.

Mr. Skinner,

Just like a snowflake, you’re one of a kind. Be my date to the dance tomorrow night? It would make me SNOW happy!

Jeff almost believes it’s from you. Had he not been familiar with your handwriting, it would have been an excellent forgery. But, he knew your penmanship. Maybe a little too well.

His anchor charts were all in your hand; he could see at least three from where he was sitting. Jeff can’t recall the last time he attempted one on his own.

In exchange for mercifully sparing him from teenage ridicule due to his poor penmanship, he handled the construction and refurbishment of the props and sets necessary for the Winter Showcase and spring musical every year. Whatever you, the brilliant and beloved drama teacher, dreamed up, Jeff dutifully built.

Including, but not limited to, an impressive Audrey II, the iconic Venus flytrap from “Little Shop of Horrors,” a life-size bubble for their Glinda to float around in during performances of “Wicked,”  and the massive tire that anchors the dilapidated junkyard set for “Cats.”

He was ambivalent about musical theater when he bartered the informal contractor role, but Jeff grew to love it after a few years. Due in large part to your infectious passion.

He gives the mastermind—or masterminds, props for trying, though.

“Oh, wow!” Jeff exclaims, deciding to play along. Peyton's face brightens; there’s no way he’s not involved. “Out of respect, let’s keep this between you and me for now, okay?”

“O-of course, Mr. Skinner,” Peyton sputters, as though he’s shocked Jeff didn’t notice anything amiss or ask any follow-up questions. “That’s why I waited to give it to you. It felt too personal to announce in front of your entire class. Especially after the whole Homecoming thing.”

“Thing” wasn’t what he’d call it, but this kind of dramatic exaggeration was one of the many reasons he loved working with teenagers.

During a pep rally in October, the student body president crowned the two of you the faculty Homecoming King and Queen. Jeff wasn't even aware that was a thing he could win, and neither had you, but you bashfully accepted the titles and accompanying crowns in front of a thousand rowdy high schoolers anyway.

Later that night, you slow-danced to Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect” under a sky of twinkling stars—clear fairy lights repurposed from the previous year’s "Camelot" canopy—black glitter tulle, and a plywood crescent moon.

The students lost their minds then and were yet to get over it. Obviously.

“I appreciate that,” Jeff says, biting back his amusement.

Peyton salutes him and hoists the sack over his shoulder again. He and Leo say their goodbyes and move on to the next classroom on their route.

The remainder of the school day was agonizingly hectic. So much so that it meddled with his plan to swing by the auditorium where you held classes.

His projector kicked the bucket in the middle of his lecture on the two-way exchanges collectively known as the Columbian Exchange; Jeff couldn’t get it back into commission until his prep period, so he would have to explain how the triangular trade route emerged from colonial mercantilism policies in the new year. His 9th-grade World Geography class refused to participate in the activity he organized to mimic the Arctic landscape and harsh climate, so, somewhat reluctantly, he cut his losses and threw on an episode of Where On Earth Is Carmen Sandiego? And right before his sixth period, some bored senior pulled the fire alarm, forcing the entire school to spend the glacial afternoon lined up in the parking lot.

All that said, it was safe to say Mr. Skinner had never been happier to see his driveway and his dog than he was this evening. The border collie shepherd mix, Chips—affectionately named as a tribute to the trained sentry dog who became the most decorated canine in the Second World War—is waiting on the porch. Joyously, he howls when Jeff gets out of his car.

“Hey, buddy,” he says as he reaches down to scratch between the pup’s ears. Chips jumps up, his muddy paws landing on Jeff’s coat. He begins licking his owner’s cheeks with reckless abandon. “Okay, come on, crazy dog. Let’s get you back inside.”

Immediately after Jeff opens the front door, Chips darts down the hallway. He chuckles, shaking his head as he sheds his coat and tosses his keys into the bowl by the door.

Jeff rescued his dog as he was wrapping up his undergraduate degree at NC State, and the two were as thick as thieves up until a few years ago.

That’s not to say anything happened or there’s bad blood; Chips simply found a new favorite person.

Jeff trails after Chips, following the furry tail and the delicious scent wafting from the kitchen. He makes a pit stop at the fridge to grab a beer before turning to address his successor to the rescue's heart, standing at the stove stirring a giant pot of soup.  

“You won’t believe what happened in my second period today, babe. Every day, I’m surprised by how bold teenagers are. Hell, when I was their age, I was petrified to sharpen a pencil without asking. Their latest scheme wouldn’t have even crossed my mind. Seriously, I don’t think you could guess what shenanigans they got up to if you tried.”

He's met with melodic laughter, a sparkly sound that still makes his heart skip a beat.

“Maybe not, but I don’t need to.”

Jeff’s brows knit together, confused. Then his eyes zero in on the slip of paper identical to the one in his back pocket.

If it were possible, his jaw could sweep the tile floor.

“Guess we aren’t as sly as we think,” you smirk, waving a counterfeit Candy Cane Gram of your own in the air like a white flag.

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[karizard-ao3]

Of all fanfics I've ever read, you have the best take on teenage Eremika, so I'd like to ask for your take on the following idea: Zeke and Levi know and despise each other. But Zeke not only tries to be the cool older brother, but he's also Eremika #1 shipper, tries to give his foolish lil bro some love advice. Meanwhile it's not that Levi hates Eren, but he's not really fond of him and doesn't really approve Mikasa dating him.

Eren and Mikasa have known each other their whole lives, but as they grew older it was obvious they had a thing for each other and Levi and Zeke engage in a proxy war of sorts over the dating life of their two lovesick teenagers, completely unaware that Eren and Mikasa are already getting together

Ah, thank you! That's really nice!

So, I really love the idea of Zeke and Levi not having any idea at first that Eremika are nursing crushes on each other, because then we have the opportunity for Zeke to give Eren advice on how to woo his unnamed damsel while, meanwhile, Levi is warning Mikasa what cheesy shit to watch out for and talking shit about Eren's Zeke-inspired romantic gestures.

For instance, Zeke tells Eren to walk his unnamed love interest home from school and pick a flower for her on the way and maybe tuck it behind her ear if he's feeling bold and tell her it's almost as beautiful as her.

Mikasa comes home with a daisy or a cosmo or something wilting in her hair and Levi is like, "So your mystery boy just stole that out of someone else's yard and gave it to you?" He rolls his eyes. "Did he tell you the flower is as pretty as you? God. No imagination. Aim higher."

Then they find out who their respective teen relatives are crushing on and everything ramps up even more. Every time Eren comes over, Levi gives him some variation or another of the "What are your intentions for my little girl?" speech, while Zeke is already hard at work on the most overwrought, cringy promposal Shingeki High School has ever seen. They're wreaking havoc on Eremika's love lives and they're each trying their best to please their elder relatives, but all they really want is to do is occupy the same space as often as possible and hold hands. Like, Eren is over at Mikasa's house one day wearing a tunic and holding a lute because of some cockamamie idea Zeke has dreamed up, and he's standing down below on the lawn and she's at her window on the second story, looking down at him, and he says, "You know, Mikasa, all I really want is to do homework together and then spoon on the couch while we watch TV. I just like being with you, and the rehearsals for all these grand gestures are eating up my free time. Zeke had me going to lute lessons all month for this."

"I think Levi and the neighbors would appreciate an end to all the musical numbers," says Mikasa. "Levi might even warm up to you a little bit."

Eren flings the lute over his shoulder and it lands in the middle of the street, then he rips off the tunic, forgetting that he's not wearing a t-shirt underneath. He's standing there in the yard, shirtless and in a pair of his mom's old leggings, when Levi gets home from work.

"What the hell are you doing now?" Levi demands, getting out of his car with murder in his eyes because he almost ran over the lute and fucked up his alignment or whatever (I'm not much of a car person).

Eren, knowing when to cut his losses and run, shouts up at Mikasa, "I love you! I'll see you at school tomorrow!" and bolts.

"I love you, too!" she cries, leaning out the window and waving at him as if it will be another 14 years instead of another 14 hours before they are reunited.

Levi stomps inside the house to give Mikasa yet another warning about the Jaeger boy being a waste of her youth while Zeke is at home happily preparing a powerpoint presentation of all the cutesy, flirty lines Eren could use the next time he's with Mikasa at a McDonald's.

[nessinborderland]

Hello!! I hope you're having a wonderfull wekeend 💖💖

Can I request a Gwinam x f!reader fic where the teacher has put them in together to do a project and she invites her to her house, he obviously doesn't has any intention in doing the project but he has always liked her (and she likes him too), and he's not going to miss this opportunity of being with her. So when they're at her house he lays in her bed and and start opening the drawers and stuff while he's doing the project and he finds a hentai manga or something like that so he starts laughing and then she realizes why and puts on top of him trying to get it back and your magic happens 😂😂

Sorry for being this long.... thank you so much!!! 🙏🙏💖💖💖

I changed it a lil bit, but I think you still might enjoy it 😂 this is very messy and I'm still sick but I've been desperate to write and post something so here, enjoy <3

"You really suck at this, you know?" you said over your shoulder as you organized the information necessary for your PowerPoint presentation, the click of the mouse muffled by your Spotify playlist playing.

"It's a group project, how bad can I be at it?" Came Gwinam's answer from behind you, followed by a yawn that made you roll your eyes.

He had agreed to come to your house after school so you could finish your presentation together; you know, the one due in two days? You had both procrastinated for long enough, and of course you had to be the one to put an end to it. Not that he was of much help; if you knew he was like this you wouldn't have let him choose you as his partner, to begin with.

Well, too late for that now.

"Then why aren't you helping me?"

"I'm helping!"

"You're literally laying in my bed..." you looked at him over your shoulder, doing a double-take as you noticed something in his hand. Something he most definitely was not supposed to be holding. "H-How did you get your hands on that?..."

He had the audacity to chuckle, and you swallowed as you felt a cold sweat start to run down your back. You were fucked.

"It was literally in your top drawer," he said, waving your sex toy around while you looked at him absolutely mortified. "I wasn't even looking for this stuff. Interesting though, never thought you like them so... thick."

"Give me that!" you demanded as you threw yourself at him, cheeks burning like a furnace as you straddled his lap to reach your toy. You never imagined in a million years that he would be going through your stuff, but you really should've been more careful.

"Make me!" he laughed as he held the dildo out of your reach. "Oh shit, it vibrates too!"

"Yoon Gwinam, I swear to God, give it back or I'll find a way to shove it up your ass!"

"Oh, I'm sure you would love that." Something in his expression changed, and you held your breath as you realized how close you were to his face, now hyper-aware of his body under yours. "I'll tell you what; show me how you use it and I'll forget you ever threatened to use it on me. How does that sound?"

You licked your lips, a familiar wetness pooling in between your legs. What did you had to lose at this point?

"Promise you'll help me with the presentation after?" you bargained.

"Let me use this on you while I fuck you and I promise I'll take care of all of your schoolwork till the end of the year, baby."

[meltwonu]

2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

4. “Don’t give me that look.”

51. “What? Does that feel good?”

notes; biker!mingyu, fratboy!mingyu, also a bit of dom!mingyu, anal play/sex toys, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, dumbification, V V V V small amt of daddy!kink 🥴💕hehheh also i assume u meant biker right? Also lbr, mingyu as a fratboy is equal parts judging the others for leaving a fork in the sink and also fucking you on the countertop and letting them watch jfkjhk TELL ME I’M WRONG ☠️☠️ He’d fuck u in the kitchen, get his cum all over the counter and be like “see this is what ya’ll get for fuckin with me” LMAOO 🤣 also im a fool and should've done Vernon’s or Seokmin’s drabble today but I’m stupid and wasn’t thinking... 😭😭 But anyway!! Thank you for requesting!! Enjoy! 💕

Mingyu doesn’t often decline an invitation to go partying at other frat houses  but tonight is one of the few times he sighs and tells you he’s behind on his art history presentation.

‘I need to turn this in on Monday,’ he’d stated.

You’d pouted at him in return, asking if he wanted you to stay and help but he’d quickly told you to go ahead without him and to have fun, but to not drink too much.

Which you often did anyway.

Picture after picture and video after video makes Mingyu’s phone ping every few minutes; eyes darting over to the device that won’t stop buzzing with notifications from you. “Why is she sending so many…” He mumbles; convincing himself he needs a break from the powerpoint that hasn’t changed in the last 30 minutes.

Mingyu opens the text window, clicking on the first thing that catches his eye.

‘Do you miss me yet?’

It’s a 15 second video of you, alone in a bathroom with your dress hiked up and panties pushed to the side to show the anal plug you’d put in before you left your sorority house. He exhales harshly, wondering what you were even thinking when he exits the video to read the other messages.

‘I put this in thinkin’ you’d come too... :(‘

‘Wanted u to fuck me here…’

‘Feels so good with this toy in my ass… i want ur cock in my little pussy to make me feel extra full…’

‘Should i make myself cum here…?’

He scrolls through the pictures and other videos; the ringing in his ears getting louder with each image of you looking more and more desperate to be fucked.

Mingyu’s eyes flit to the powerpoint, palms clammy when another message from you comes in.

‘My fingers r too small… they dont stretch me out like u do…’

Mingyu doesn’t often rush over mid-party either; he’s more the type to show up at the start and then leave early, if anything.

‘Stay where you are and tell me what room you’re in,’ he types out hastily before placing his helmet on.

‘2nd floor, third door to the left~’

The frat party is within the same neighbourhood but Mingyu still takes his motorcycle - zipping down the street to get to the other frat house. His cock is already hard and straining against his denim as he turns the corner, soft growls on his lips at the ridiculousness you, sometimes, put him through.

“When I get my hands on her, I swear…”

From the time you send your location to Mingyu and the time there’s feverish knocking on the other side, only 10 minutes have passed.

“Open the fucking door.”

“What’s the password~”

“Open the door or I’ll leave, sweetheart~”

Mingyu’s voice is sickeningly sweet on the other side and you’re quick to hop off the counter to unlock and open the door for the tall male. He pushes you back into the bathroom with one hand while hastily setting his motorcycle helmet onto the countertop before closing and locking the door behind himself.

You give him a once over; gulping at the leather jacket, tight denim and slightly messy hair that send your body into overdrive. “Y-you took your bike h-here?”

“Don’t give me that look. How else would I have gotten here so fast? Impatient ‘lil cockslut.”

“It’s not my fault! I thought you’d come with me… I wanted to play with you…” You wrap your arms around his neck just as he places his hands on your waist. “Had to play by myself a little, y’know? The alcohol had me feeling sooo good… Couldn’t help but finger my pretty ‘lil cunt open for you already… I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly... I need you, Mingyu...”

Mingyu backs you up against the counter before his hands pry your arms off of his body. “I could fuckin’ tell. What would you have done if I didn’t show up, hmm? Would you have fingered your desperate ‘lil cunt ‘til you came all alone in this bathroom? Or would you have gone home disappointed?”

You shoot him a drunken smile before spinning to face the sink and mirror. Your fingertips grab the hem of your dress, pulling it up and simultaneously leaning over and jutting your ass back towards Mingyu’s crotch.

“That’s the thing though… I knew you’d show up. Now, hurry up and fuck me… Oh, and leave the leather on, it’s fuckin’ hot.”

Mingyu fucks you hard enough to have your body jerking forward with each skillful thrust of his hips.

“Oh, f-fuck, fuck, yes! Right t-there, Mingyu!” Your palms do little to keep you braced when your body is moving in tandem with his; hips moving back to fuck yourself on his cock. “Ngh, s-so fuckin’ full with your cock in--in my cunt and the toy in my ass... Mmh, fuck, both my holes feel suh--so good…”

Mingyu grins, canines on display when he uses a free hand to grab at the end of the anal plug. He leans over, letting a glob of his spit fall directly onto the toy before he starts to slightly pull it out of you, only to thrust it back in.

You immediately clench harder around his cock and the toy as high pitched cries and whines pour from your lips nonstop.

“What? Does that feel good?” He feigns curiosity, already knowing the answer. “You like daddy’s cock filling you up? Hmm? Stretching out your ‘lil cunt with a toy in your ass… Fucking your dumb ‘lil holes just how you like to be used.”

“Y-yes, daddy, fuck! Harder, fuck me harder ‘n make me, ah, c-cum, daddy!”

Mingyu’s hips piston into you; the head of his cock grazing your cervix as you mewl and thrust your hips back. “Ah, m’ just daddy’s stupid ‘lil holes to use and fuck w-whenever he, hah, w-wants... F-fuck, and--and, ah, ‘m just a slut for h-his cock… w-want it, ngh, all the t-time...”

The building pleasure makes you shiver; toes curling in your shoes and eyes unfocused when you look into the mirror to watch yourself and Mingyu.

“Look at you. So pretty ‘n fucked out... Just a dumb pair of holes for me to cum in.” Mingyu licks his lips, watching your eyes cross in the mirror from the unadulterated bliss that pours over you. “I’m gonna keep this cute ‘lil plug in your ass while you sit on the back of my motorcycle. I’ll take the long way back too, so the vibrations can keep you feelin’ good ‘til I get you back in my bed and fuck my cum deeper into your filthy ‘lil cunt.”

A garbled cry falls from your chapped lips, “O-oh, please, please… M-make me take it, d-daddy…”

“Oh, I will, sweetheart. And you’ll be a good girl and cum on my cock. Now.”

Mingyu shallowly thrusts the anal plug in tandem with his harsh thrusts into your pussy and it only takes a few more snaps of his hips before you’re screaming a jumbled mix of 'Mingyu’ and ‘daddy’ as you clamp down hard onto his cock and the toy.

He finds it harder and harder to thrust into your cunt with how tight you are and he can’t help but follow suit as he cums inside of you.

“F-Fuck!”

Soft groans spill from his lips as his cock throbs inside your warmth; head thrown back as the waves of pleasure wash over his overheated body. “God, your pussy is fuckin’ made to take my cock, sweetheart.”

All Mingyu wants to do is strip you bare and fuck you into his own bed sheets -  free from the leather and denim making his body thrice as hot.

And all you can do is whine and whimper, still thrusting your hips back to fuck yourself on his cock as the remnants of your orgasm continue to wash over you. “Mmh… daddy, you’re cumming s-so much inside my pussy… Ah, it’s g-gonna spill out ‘n make a m-mess…” His thrusts slow down until they come to a complete halt and you start to squirm underneath him.

Mingyu lets go of the toy and your waist, instead placing his palms down on the counter as he leans over your body and cages you against the ceramic.

“Then I suggest you make sure none of it spills, sweetheart.” His leather-clad chest is pressed to your back; lips ghosting against the shell of your ear as you shiver.

“If I even see a ‘lil bit of my cum on the seat of my bike, you know I’ll have to punish you, right?” Mingyu’s voice is barely above a whisper and despite the gentleness in his words, the threat is almost enticing you to disobey. “Do you want daddy to punish you? Hmm?”

Yes.

“N-no, daddy… I’ll be g-good...”

[kekoma]

— tendou as your boyfriend.

let’s be honest this man deserves the world and maybe more. hope you enjoy.

yeah dj? play tendou’s song please.

literally doesn’t make sense how some people find him un- 🤢 una- 🤢 damn can’t say it but you know what i mean.

when the dating news broke out between you two, it became quite the shock to people.

some even had the nerves to question your taste in men since no one thought a ‘creepy looking monster’ could bag the prettiest angel around or that you were being blackmailed to be with him but nope. 

tori just has a good personality that people blindly avoided.

it also surprised him when you returned the same feelings since tendou became too immune with how people treated him and he never really assumed he’ll ever be accepted for once.

however you never saw him like that which hints to why he adores you so much.

your relationship with him being dull? NEVER.

can see him hitting you up one morning with; “haha good morning my sexy little sweet like honey with some whip cream on the side apple pie 😘😍😍😼🥵🥵😻”

and you’ll just respond with “thats the 10th time this week and you know what... the block button looks good 😊”

“oh no~ ahaha don’t do that lil mamas. you’re so sexy and i’m sexy too so y’know i couldn’t resist sending that powerful uplifting text ahaha 😈” 

“sir goodbye! lose my number”

he jokes too much so don’t even assume a fight/argument can happen between you two UNLESS you diss one of his shonen jump then he’s looking at you funny.

also let me just put it out there— tori is literally the biggest simp for you, fanboy and cheerleader combined into one.

can’t even prove me wrong since you’re his lockscreen, a photo of you is in his phone case AND he has an album called ‘my paradise’

bonus; he has a powerpoint presentation titled ‘why my cutie pie is the best and why i gladly want to be step on by them’

he only brings it out if someone questions him about having a lover and the minute those words leave their mouth, ushijima is sighing while mumbling “here we go again...”

 lowkey embarrassing but you love it nevertheless.

besides that— tendou also has the title of being your hype man.

let’s say you both are about to go out and suddenly you’re feeling insecure about your outfit. he’s gonna catch on then proceeds to unleash a series of compliments until you start to feel like a 5 course meal with 5 star reviews.

“you know... you look good so breathtaking and if we could bail, i’ll do it in a heartbeat and make sure you never feel insecure again~”

a tease? yes. forgot to mention that.

but let’s talk about nicknames right now.

as you could tell so far, tori likes to call you; paradise, cutie pie and lastly princess.

baby and ‘his pretty girl’ is in the mix too but that comes out when he’s teasing.

moving on, let’s get into pda with this cutie.

mans isn’t into the subtle pda. he enjoys going all out and making it known he’s whipped for you.

an example of this is when his team won a game and he automatically came over, picked you up and kissed you.

highkey didn’t want to let you down because something about holding you up gives him a large boost of energy.

so he’s definitely touchy in public and in private.

but he highkey does more that shouldn’t be done in public.

however if it becomes too much— make it vocally known and he’ll chill out.

kissing is something major so don’t plan on denying tendou those kisses.

it’s the only thing that keeps him sane.

backing away from pda— we’re on to dates.

tori loves taking you to the cafes, arcades, skating rinks, dessert diners, movies and even those karaoke places where you can order food.

speaking of karaoke; you should have known it was bound to happen. i mean you’ve heard his vocals. amazing right~?

with that being said, you both are definitely singing in the car together and i mean every single song.

dude has a playlist just for you when you’re together in the car.

tendou also has other playlists that he created for other occasions and each of them has a message attached in the description <3

and with one of those playlist; during those late nights, satori likes to put it on and ask if you’ll dance with him.

nothing wild since it’s late so you’ll be slow dancing with him while he whispers all the things he loves about you.

soft late night moments >>

literally can list off so much more but let’s just conclude he’s the best goofball of a boyfriend ever. he’s 100% appreciative towards you, does his best to make each second together enjoyable (bc tori definitely loves seeing your smile) and just overall good.

© all content belongs to kekoma 2020. do not repost, modify or translate.

[figurativelyliteraly]

BNHA Headcanons: Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki is v socially awkward and out of touch w pop culture references, and so he lowkey has no idea what a lot of what the class is talking about, esp Kaminari. So he has a lil notebook that he writes things that he wants to check out when he has time, like the one Steve Rogers has.

It’s actually Kirishima that finds out about it first, and instead of making fun of him like Todoroki thought he would, he starts explaining some of the most commonly used references made by the class.

Slowly the rest of the class catches on and they make sure to explain any references they make during class that might not be obvious.

Kaminari prepares a PowerPoint presentation and essentially holds a meme class one weekend. Everyone attends cause honestly even they don’t get some of his more obscure memes

(It ends in a Kahoot meme quiz that was meant as a joke but everyone gets way too into it, which is how class 1A ends up with detention for a week, after Aizawa walked into the common room to find half the furniture broken and Bakugo seething in the middle. Somehow everyone ended up making their nickname something that would piss him off. Midoriya is the only one whose username was something unrelated, as he named himself ‘allmightjr’)

((Midoriya’s nickname was actually ‘if naruto was an extra’, because behind that sweet and innocent act is someone who loves to watch the world burn. ‘allmightjr’ was actually Uraraka channeling her inner Aizawa w a logical ruse to give Midoriya an alibi. Other notable nicknames were Kirishima’s (‘Bakugo but nice’), Sero (‘Bakugo’s mom’), Ashido (‘Bakugo but hot’), Hagakure (‘kInG eXpLoSiOn MuRdEr’), Todoroki (‘does is Bakugo gay’), Momo (‘Best Jeanist’s #1 fan’), and Jirou (‘actually passed the provisional license exam’). The one that caused Bakugo to snap, however, was Kouda’s, not that anyone would know it. His was ‘come get yo chihuahua’))

Todoroki stumbles across his first conspiracy theory while learning about pop culture references and memes, and goes down a rabbit hole of theories that just get more and more ridiculous.

(The meme in question is the one about dinosaurs getting flipped off of of the flat earth after the asteroid hit one side of it)

Conspiracies quickly become to Todoroki what quirk analysis is to Midoriya. The rest of the class makes jokes about it but even they aren’t immune to how convincing Todoroki is when he’s explaining how the moon landings was faked, his blank face giving way to one full of passion, with his eyes burning with conviction and hands waving around to emphasize his points.

Midnight is in the middle of her history class and calls on Kaminari to answer a question about something. He’s excited cause he actually knows the answer, and so he goes on for 5 minutes about how the pyramids were made with the help of extraterrestrials, and that they’re actually secretly hiding alien technology that they can activate to send signals to other planets. Midnight is speechless, and gives him participation points anyways, cause the kid looks so happy at finally having an answer, enough though she asked a question about the history of hero laws or smth.

Todoroki def has a list of conspiracies about Class 1A and pro heroes in a notebook he always has on him (the class doesn’t know how it survives the *many* times he bursts into flames cause of Midoriya, and at this point they’re not gonna ask), and he’s just in the background checking things off any time there’s a dramatic reveal.

Todoroki loves spicy things, lowkey to cause Endeavor doesn’t, so sometimes when he’s home he’ll add more spices to their dinner while Fuyumi is distracted. Endeavor sweating and looking uncomfortable as hell but pretending not to be in pain is always fun to watch. Plus he puts out his flames cause he gets overheated, so he doesn’t have to see his ugly ass fire mustache

The first year after he starts using and training with his left side, his control is still a little shaky. It’s generally fine, but he has a bad habit of bursting into flames any time he gets flustered by something Midoriya says or does.

The rest of the class is used to it, and develop a sixth sense for it. Midoriya will say something and everyone close to Todoroki will take a step away from him just in time to avoid becoming bbq.

When Shinsou first joins the class, his eyebrows get singed cause he was standing right next to Todoroki when Midoriya told him that he looked really good in blue. He learns to spot the signs of a Midoriya-fueled surprise bonfire very quickly.

[rintarous]

s-some hcs for miya twins sister (yn miya gang rise up✊🏻) dating suna👉🏻👈🏻 p-perhaps🥺

wow okay thank u for this now my brain will finally be drippin with big brain juice okay so here i go bois

u can’t tell if suna has a death wish or suna definitely has a death wish

like the twins are literally so protective of you

no opposite sex is allowed within .5 radius with u unless one of them is there

and to think suna had the balls to ask you out

so surprise surprise

y’all be dating in secret

tbh that just made the entire relationship with suna more exciting

so anywho

the twins start to notice how you always want to tag along to their practices n shit

when you used to hate waiting for them but now you literally ask them if they have practice

and at first they were touched and was all like: “awww our wittle sister wants to watch us play <333″

but in ur head ur just like: “bruh u fuckin wish. i’m just there to sit and look pretty while looking at my pretty bf u two dk abt <333″

so then they start noticing suna literally staring at u or sumn shit suna doesnt do on the daily

so they obviously get sus of suna

not u cs they love u and they think their sister is a pure angel

so they sit back and observe suna’s actions whenever you’re around vs when you’re not around

osamu: look at him... he looks so in to the game and he looks at y/n’s direction.. i don’t fuckin like it one bit

atsumu, rolling his sleeve: aight bro u know what it is

they approach their middle blocker bestie with the most intimidating face they could muster

“can i help you..?” suna eyes the twins cautiously

“what’s going on with you and our sister?” atsumu gets straight into the mf point

on the inside suna was in shambles

not that he’d admit it, but he’s lowkey scared of the twins when it comes to you

cs he obviously heard stories abt them u know... scaring the kids who want to ask you out away and shit

suna (in the tiniest voice): who?

but then their little act of being two intimidating big bros got cut off cs u walked towards them

“hi are we having a lil party here?” you asked as you joined their lil group

you and suna exchanged a small glance before messing around with your brothers + suna respectively 

osamu gives suna a look that basically reads: “this isn’t over”

fast forward a couple of days later

the twins surprisingly had plans and left u alone in the house

so u know what that means ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you invite suna over!!!

the first and probably the only date u two could ever have

(at the moment at least)

suna was a bit sus and wary over the whole thing like,, how and when tf do the twins have plans 

but he still came over anyway

so y’all were in ur room n shit

watching netflix and all that funky shit

no netflix n chill up in here bois ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

just kidding there is netflix and chill

so y’all were kissing up in this bitch right

kiss kiss muah muah

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

then suddenly the front door slams open and cue the twins fighting over stupid shit 

suna is once again.. in shambles

LIKE WHERE TF IS HE GONNA GO 

THIS 6′1 BITCHASS CAN’T HIDE ANYWHERE WITHOUT THE TWINS SNIFFING HIM OUT

im dead

so anyway

“oi y/n we got you something to eat come down here!” osamu would yell 

“coming!” you yell back as you tried to make urself as presentable as possible with suna in the bg just all panicky 

then suna is like “thanks for the memories bae” like he was abt to die

oh yeah he is abt to die 

then atsumu just CASUALLY barges in your room like it was nothing

“why are you taking so long- WHAT THE FUCK” atsumu just loses it

osamu comes running in cs he thinks his baby sister got murdered since atsumu just screamed in bloody murder but nah 

“wha wha wha wha wah what-” - the twins

think of that lipstick in my valentino white bag when they say what

and u were on the brink of crying cs u think the twins dont want suna for u and they abt to force u to break up with him 

and suna being the deadpan person himself just sighs and says: yeah im dating ur sister. so be it

the twins were like: :O like they couldnt say anything

when tbt to the time at the gym where they were ready to cuss him out

so they kinda stare at each other for a bit 

u know,, twin telfatty n shit 

and they suddenly nod their heads and say: “okay. we approve”

a fuckin miracle happend in ur room !! can u believe it ??? 

but they did sit suna down and basically presented a powerpoint presentation on the things they would do if suna ever thinks about hurting you in some shape way or form

“even if we’re bros from another hoe, our sister is literally no exception. we would burn the world for her so you better set your ass straight you slow starter bitchass lying ass i fucking hate you-” atsumu, frantically wiping his tears realizing his little sister is all grown up

osamu, trying to not cry listening to his brother: yeah suna... we fucking hate you

but fr deadass they have a whole list of possibilities on the things they’d do to suna (or anyone in general) who dare and hurt their lil sister: u 

and u were just watching them like: 😬

you love ur bros,, u rlly do

overall,,,, its such a chaotic fun time

like ur a miya, ur life is already fun and chaotic with the twins around as your brothers

and the fact u’re dating suna?? their bestie?? even made it more fun 

the end <3 

[ellewords]

Head empty just thinking about best friends to lovers:

Best friend! Iwa and you preparing for a presentation you both have to do. If you are getting self conscious or nervous before the presentation, he gently takes your hand and gives you a soft smile and speaks with his deep but also comforting voice

" hey,it's okay. I'm here with you. Let's try our best, alright"

After the presentation, when you thank your class for listening, he only looks at you and thinks how proud he is at you. How you look at him with the ' wee did it' smile. You alwyas are there for him when he needs you and he promises himself that he will be alwyas there for you too. But what if he does it as your bf?

///

Best friend! Kuroo who sees how you look at Sakura after she passed the biology exam again with the highest score while you failed. How couldnt you? She is such a pretty girl, cute, smart and you would die to look like her.

He can see the hurt in your eyes when you excuses to go to the bathroom. What kind of best would he be if he doesnt comfort you. he knows what's going on. So he follows you and waits outside ( he isn't a creep okay, who knows if there are other girls in the bathroom and he would be super embarrassed/ shy kuroo>>>>)

When you come out and when you try to smile and wants to make a joke to lighten the situation, He would go to you, put some hair behind your ear, and looks at you with sad eyes

" I know what's going on in your little head but pls dnot think that you arent pretty or smart enough. It hurts me if you think soemthing like this or see you sad and i will neverstoop to tell you this, okay? Besides, when do I, Kuroo Tetsuro, the best bestie ever, ever lie to you mh~?"

He gives you then one big comfort hug and rubs your back with one hand

You only can smile about his words and when he sees and hears you giggling again, he wants to scream of the cuteness

Wow, you did it again, you made him to fall in love with you much harder. As if he never think what a beautifulAnd amazing person you are, even if you failed an exam or feel insecure. He will always be there to make the insecurities to go away:(

///

Best friend! Suna who he is a soft for you like no he is such a simp for you😭 he had 2 relationships before but it wasn't soemthing seriously, more like "i like you/ I like you too/nice let's be in a relationship/ okay cool"

He never learned what's love is but when he meets you, oh boy, what's this feeling?? Why does he suddenly gets nervous when he sees you and when you call him with your beautifulvoice??

Suna who were in few relationships before never ever felt this way. He knew you were the one when you made a joke and he laughed so hard like his exes never did, that he knew that he wants more than your best friend. How he is planning from best friend to boyfriend to fiance to husband.

Ofc he hides his true feeling with some jokes and hints

" oh man, you will rlly make such a great s/o for your future husband but good luck finding one , better not be an old man, okay? Dont want to go to a funeral so early "

Hmm who could be the perfect future husband for you?

🍰

ah 🍰 anon !! please all of these are so cute and absolutely what I need right now gosh--- iwa taking you out to your fave cafe as a treat for doing well in the presentation and knowing your order by heart ++ slipping the cashier a few extra 💵💵 to write a cute lil message on the plate with some syrup or something <33 or kuroo making a whole powerpoint presentation on how amazing and wonderful and perfect you are and it’s literally 70+ slides because he’s not stopping until you believe it too <33 or suna eventually getting tired of dropping all these hints and just giving you a lil kith <33

[my-writings-and-musings]

I came up with lil idea, not intented to be a request but up to you what you do with this

So, human is getting miserable, sluggish and tired. Bots ask human why, they're not sure, Rung doesn't give an answer because patient confidelity. Whirl asks if he can kill someone. Magnus says maybe. But Swerve, the lil dude, comes up with an answer. He figures it's because of the metallic nature of the ship and the human just misses nature. So they gather a group of the humans friends to help with a project, and Swerve and Ten are the "bosses". Swerve shows them what Earths nature looks like, and multiple bots lend their talents to transform two unused habsuits into thing gigantic, realistic looking forest. Some bots bend metals to create trees and Ten paints them. Percy comes up with a way to create a small weather system that creates mist and rain and stuff like that. Multiple bots make tiny, or as tiny as they can make them, animal sculptures, and again Ten paints them. Brainstorm makes the ceiling look real. It works on human time and basically there's sunset and sunrise, along with a starry sky of the milkyway. Rewind collects animal and nature sounds from the nature documents Swerve has, and now theres a stereo in the rooms that quietly play said noises. Theres just an incredible amount of detail that goes into these rooms, with a vent/tunnel that connects them. In the end it's just an exact replica of a forest you'd see on Earth. Hours upon hours were poured into these rooms, multiple bots spent a good amount of their free time in the making of these rooms for the sake of their human friend. And it pays off. The human cries from happiness. They start to become themselve again and frequently spent their free time in the room.

That's it that's the idea

That idea is BEAUTIFUL.

Rung wants to offer assistance, but therapy isn't quite enough, and he's only one bot. Whirl assumes someone must be bothering his favorite squishy, and even if that's not the case, he believes that knowing you have a buddy who'd kill for you is always helpful. It makes him feel better, anyway... Magnus considers allowing some extreme measures as it becomes clear their beloved human is indeed suffering. They're tired, glum, reclusive, and just not themselves! It doesn't take a medic to figure out this can't be good for them.

Swerve, being a sharp bot with an excellent understanding of earth, is indeed the one who puts all the pieces together. The ship wasn't built with human biology in mind, and that's having some severe consequences, both for their physical and mental wellbeing. Some rapid fire research helps him craft a genius solution, but he knows he'll need help, so he gathers a massive team in the bar. Saying it's for the human gets the entire crowd to show without delay.

Before a packed bar, Swerve lays out the situation. Humans need their environment to be a certain way, he explains, and the ship just isn't meeting those needs. Undoubtedly this is what's causing the human to feel so unwell. When some bots aren't quite convinced he has Ten hold him up so he can speak with authority, and the medics concur it's a reasonable theory, though Swerve still requests Ten hold him up because he likes to be tall. Also because it makes proposing his solution much easier when everyone can see him.

An impressive plan is detailed by charts, PowerPoint presentations, drawings, schematics along with Swerve and Ten detailing the specifics as they go. The plan is simple but impressive; make some small part of the ship feel like home. Two unused habsuites would be ideal, and while they've planned it all out, they're going to need help. In fact, they're going to need as many helpers as possible. Rodimus doesn't hesitate to put his full support behind the plan, and encourages everyone to offer what skills they can. Ultra Magnus immediately sets about recruiting and assigning tasks with the admittedly solid plan Swerve has laid out. Every bot wants to contribute something. There's over two hundred volunteers, and soon they're all working together, keeping it a secret from the human so they'll be surprised. Drift finances the massive load of supplies that they need to get started.

As sneakily as they can, the bots work in shifts to follow the blueprints, with Swerve acting as the expert on all things Earth and Ten backing him up. The initial construction is the easy part; it's everything after that's difficult. When "renting" earth animals proves too difficult and Magnus forbids cloning more, they decide that art will do the trick, and thankfully they have lots of material to work with and ample artists to make it work. Metal is bent and soldered into the shape of earth's flora and fauna, with the artistically gifted Ten bringing it to life through his excellent painting skills.

On the scientific front, the laboratory goes a little wild creating ways to capture the "essence" of life on Earth, with Perceptor inventing a simple but elegant device to mimic the planet's atmospheric phenomena. Mist, rain, humidity, aridity, even the scent of ozone... It's all in there, and it even has a handy remote! Quite proudly, he points out that the entire room will even recycle it's own water supply, just like earth does. Not to be outdone (and to show off) Brainstorm sets about reformatting the entire ceiling. For him, it's not enough that the room can mimic the climate of the planet, it needs to look like it too. Though tempted to go all out with extreme weather modes, he settles for a ceiling that produces a realistic sky just like the one on Earth. It can be sunny, cloudy, starry, and even follow a set schedule!

But of course, as a very smart minicon points out, Earth is not a silent planet! Rewind puts his talent to use gathering the sounds of animals and plants and weather patterns, all of which he mixes into a sound program of unfathomable complexity to give the room a thriving ambience. Whether it's birdsong or a gentle rain, the human will long for the sound of their home no longer. Or at least he hopes as much.

In total there's no way to know how many hours were poured into the project, but the result is well worth it. There's a grand gathering when the human is brought to see the finished effort, and for a moment, no bot dares blink at the suspense. Everyone can only hope it works...

It does, to a degree they never could have anticipated. Their long suffering friend breaks out into happy tears, in part because of the planet they so long for, but mostly due to the incredible effort that's been put in on their behalf. Everyone worked on this in some capacity, there's not a single member of the ship that didn't contribute, and it was all for their beloved human. More than a few bots cry as well. So much hugging happens that they lose track of it all. The human camps out in the room that night with a lot of bots for company, and they actually have to keep track of who does so to ensure everyone who wants to gets a turn. Some find they like hanging out in the room so much the list of bots who want to see Earth magnifies exponentially. They all promise to the human they'll go together someday. But, for now, everyone is content to relax in their little slice of the humans home.

[samingtonwilson]

Apartment 8C - Chapter 3

Getting Back in the Game

SERIES MASTERLIST // PREVIOUS PART

Summary: college au. you and bucky are the closest of friends, the most functional of roommates, and… exes. but just because it didn’t work out romantically doesn’t mean he has to move out! it’s not like he’s so deeply in love that he can barely breathe. totally not in love. at all. not even a little. maybe.

Pairing: bucky x reader

Warnings: language, lil bit angsty

A/N: this isn’t the best thing i’ve ever written by a long shot but i promised i’d upload it soon and i’m sorry it’s been so long since the last chapter.

He stumbles over his own feet. The toe of his sneaker smashes into the first stair. He very nearly drops the floral thermos he's filled with coffee. 

All because of the smile you offer him as he walks through the door. Warm in the chilly lecture hall, bright but surrounded by dusty seats with fraying upholstery. 

You pay no attention to what Wanda says— a nod every few seconds, a smile when words sound vaguely positive. She gesticulates animatedly, the water in her glass bottle resembles a cyclone held between electric green nails, and you laugh when she does. 

Your eyes follow Bucky as he climbs the steps, so he walks slowly. Carefully. With attempted grace. He thinks he might hear the slither of a snail as it overtakes him. 

Grinning at his almost calculated approach, you nod to his hand once Wanda finishes her story. “S’a nice thermos you’ve got there.” 

“Very pretty,” Wanda, taking a peach slice from the Ziploc bag you hold, agrees. As she gives Bucky a thorough once-over, she presses a finger to her lips in supposed thought. “Extremely contradictory aesthetic, though.” 

You hum. You lean back when he stands beside you in the aisle, your own gaze tracing the length of him. There’s humor and exhaustion in your eyes, a joke and hours of lost sleep in a light pink tint. “I don’t know. I like the Greaser look with a touch of innocent Sandra Dee.” 

The roll of his eyes is long-suffering. “I couldn’t get on the subway with any of my mugs. I made that mistake once and won’t make it again.” 

Wanda looks between the two of you as you laugh and Bucky scowls, her dark brows furrowed. “What? Did you spill or something?” 

Still laughing despite a soft wince, you take hold of Bucky’s hand when he pinches your side in retaliation. You struggle as he tries to break from your grasp. “We were on the Q train and some guy threw his cigarette butt—” you’re cut off by your loud squeak when Bucky manages to slip his hand out of yours and pinches your side again. He then takes your bag of peaches for himself. “Bucky!” 

He takes a slice out in a pointed fashion, his bite purposefully obnoxious. Mouth full, he continues for you. “He threw his cigarette butt into my coffee.” 

Giggling at the way Bucky holds the bag above his head when you attempt to reach for it, Wanda asks, “Like on purpose?” 

You jump twice only for Bucky to swing the bag to the left then the right, just out of reach. He smiles at the effort deepening your frown, the warmth of your frustration welcome against the blasting air conditioning. 

You pout and cross your arms over your chest after one last attempt.

He groans preemptively. 

He knows that look. He hates that look. 

“You could’ve just asked for the peaches. I would’ve given them to you,” you— your voice breaking and lilting in sadness as you look at him through your eyelashes— say. You try not to smile at Wanda’s exasperated laughter and Bucky’s arm slowly lowering, and instead continue pouting. “I guess it’s okay.” 

Bucky blinks. He looks to Wanda, his eyes wide, then back at you. With the knowledge of a two-year friendship and four month romantic relationship, he knows you’re fucking with him. But it’s the look— pouty glossed lips, gazing through mascaraed lashes, eyes puppy-wide. It tightens and tears something in his chest. Every single goddamn time. 

He fights the urge to take you in his arms and immediately thrusts the plastic bag in your direction. His voice is almost a whimper as he says, “Please just take it. Never look at me like that again.”

“He’s so easy, isn’t he?” you ask Wanda, grinning as you take a bite of a slice and pat Bucky’s cheek with your free hand. You ignore his frown. “Also, yes, the Q train guy did it on purpose. He said, ‘Got a little something for you, pretty boy’ and threw it in. Then he winked at me and Bucky almost decked him right there at Canal Street station.”

Though he’s still focused on quelling what his ego has deemed sympathy heartache, Bucky nods in confirmation. “Yeah, he fucked up my coffee then tried to hit on my girlfriend right in front of me.” 

“You were a protective boyfriend so I’m surprised he made it out alive,” Wanda comments as she checks her phone and your attention drifts when the door opens so more students from the upcoming lecture can slowly trickle in. 

Wanda shrugs when she looks up to see Bucky’s slightly confused expression. “Not overly. Nicely. Concerned for her safety, always looking out for her, having her back.” 

“She’s right,” you add absentmindedly as you look at the analog clock bolted to the wall behind her. “When does your lecture start?” 

“Two or three minutes,” he replies after glancing at the clock himself. “See you at home?” 

“Actually,” your voice trails, teeth worrying at your bottom lip, in thought. “I’m gonna stay.” 

“For my econ lecture?” 

“I want to talk to you and Wanda’s going to the library, right?” When Wanda nods, you continue, “I also don’t want to deal with the subway alone at rush hour.”

With a wave to Wanda, you turn back to Bucky and wag your eyebrows playfully. “Show me where you sit.”

In the three weeks that he has been attending economics lecture, it has never been Bucky’s favorite class. The subject matter is dense and dull, half of the students are over-eager freshmen, and the professor assigns far too much reading for a class he’s taking as a G.E.. 

But, as you fall into a chair toward the center of the hall beside his aisle seat, it’s brighter. Today, he doesn’t mind the group of girls that giggle about sorority gossip and the water polo jock whining about his GPA requirement. 

He snorts when you pull your laptop from your bag and set it on the collapsable desk. “You gonna take notes?” 

“I need to look the part. Can’t let the professor think I’m just here to talk to you.”

“I’m not being evicted, am I?”

“Not quite yet.” You open the bookmark folder in your browser labeled CLOTHES FOR FALL. “Forget the words as soon as they leave my mouth, okay? I just miss you. We’re never at the apartment at the same time.”

He smiles. “Wow, you? Admitting that you miss me? Am I dying?”

“Didn’t I tell you to forget the words?” despite your tone, your lips are struggling against a smile. “But, no, you aren’t dying. I might be, though. Explains why I’d admit something like that.”

As the professor— a short man with thinning brown hair and a matching sweater— steps behind his podium, you look over the room. You’re visibly dissatisfied with what you see. “Is everyone here, like, twelve years old?” 

“It’s mostly underclassmen.” 

“See? This is what happens when you don’t listen to your beautiful roommate slash ex-girlfriend when she tells you to finish your G.E.’s over the summer.” 

“I was too busy with you this summer.” 

“Yeah? Am I that much of a handful?” 

“Sweetheart, you’d be surprised how much more I get done these days.” 

Your laughter inspires a bit of his own, the two of you pulling your feet toward yourselves as one of Bucky’s classmates— the only other upperclassman who he usually sits beside— attempts to pass through. He sends you a smile as he takes the seat at your other side. 

He leans in when the professor begins lecturing, PowerPoint presentation projected over the canvas screen, but not so close that you feel uncomfortable— just enough to whisper audibly.  “You took my seat.”

“Don’t make me say ‘I don’t see your name on it’ like some bad 90’s bully.” 

A bright smile wrinkles otherwise incredibly smooth mahogany skin. He holds his hand out for you to take. “T’Challa. You just add this class?” 

You tell him your name and cock an eyebrow, giving his large hand a single shake. “Do you know everyone who’s been in this class from the start?” 

“No, but I think I’d remember you.”

Bucky holds his breath when you pause and the tip of his pen slips to carve a stray mark into his notebook when you laugh. He narrows his eyes at the screen as you whisper-yell, “You didn’t just say that! Oh, that’s so bad. I thought you’d be better than that.” 

“It wasn’t so bad,” T’Challa grins. He has yet to type any notes onto his Word document while Bucky has copied every word on each slide verbatim. Both have retained absolutely no information. “It’ll grow on you.” 

“Doubt it. But I appreciate the confidence.” 

He leans over again, elbows on your shared armrest to look at your laptop screen. He sighs playfully. “Are you shopping? Come on now. You gotta pay attention.” 

“What about you, huh?” You shove T’Challa back onto his side, laughing hard enough to earn a glare from the bespeckled freshman seated in front of you— Bucky offers the kid a shrug. “Get outta here. You’re actually enrolled in this class.”

“What, you’re not? Who chooses to sit in on an econ class?” 

You giggle and Bucky misspells “achievement.” “I wanted to spend time with someone.” 

“But we just met.” 

“Jesus, you’re terrible. You must be a student athlete.” 

A dark eyebrow lifts. “How’d you guess that?” 

“Well, for one, I’m incredibly intuitive.” You, without turning to face him, pinch Bucky’s arm when he snorts. “Secondly, all student athletes are full of themselves. And, third, you’re wearing your soccer team hoodie.” 

T’Challa looks down at his deep purple sweatshirt and laughs. “Not sure if I should be offended or embarrassed.” 

“I’d be both if I were in your place.”

Bucky wants to drown out the giggles and whispers to his left, the rumbles of T’Challa’s deep voice and the soft lilt of yours. But the professor is too monotone and the material is too dry. 

And it isn’t like he’s jealous. He truly isn’t. 

It’s a different emotion entirely. A confusing one. One which, while outlined in an altruistic happiness at the sight of your any joy, feels achingly close to heartbreak all over again.

— 

The glow from dim overhead bulbs and icicle string lights bounces off the bottle cap rendition of Starry Night and illuminates tin ceiling tiles, the reflected flecks cast against the dark brick walls and slowly filling walnut hued wood tables like glitter. One wall is covered entirely with napkin self-portraits and landscapes, still life and crayon impressionist renditions of Raju behind the bar. 

You’re sure it’ll take some sifting to reach the last drawing you took your time to add to the cluttered gallery and you’re sure Bucky is thankful for that fact. He hadn’t enjoyed your interpretation of his flushed drunken features done entirely in the firetruck red lipstick you’d found at the bottom of your bag. 

But that hadn’t stopped you from smearing a bit of the gaudy color onto your lips and pressing a kiss to the drawing and the subject himself, giggling when he’d mumbled something about telling his girlfriend that you’d just attempted to defile him. 

You pass the wall without an attempt at excavation and follow the sound of Sam’s voice pitched lower than usual. He emparts what seems like instructions and encouragement, his head downturned as he stands beside a seated Bucky. Steve sits on Bucky’s other side but stops listening and periodically nodding as you grow closer. 

“Why does it look like the three of you are scheming?” 

Sam’s head snaps up. His brown eyes are wide. Caught in the headlights of your curious smile and cocked eyebrow. 

He allows silence to pass through for an awkward beat, punctuated by the release of a breath he’d been holding, his eyes on you again after he’d glanced at Bucky and Steve helplessly. “Fuck, I’m not sure what to say here.” 

“You can tell her,” Bucky says with a roll of his eyes, more storm grey than blue in the limited lighting. He smiles at you in greeting as you take the stool beside Steve’s. “We agreed we wouldn’t mind.” 

You nod instantly. “Yeah, we did.”

Steve snorts into his beer bottle as he takes a long sip. “You don’t even know what he’s referring to.”

“Well, whatever it is, if Bucky says we agreed we wouldn’t mind then we agreed we wouldn’t mind.” A bottle matching Steve’s is placed before you. You nod your thanks to Raju as he pops the cap with a soft metallic clink. “Besides, I can put two and two together. At the bar. Giving Bucky what looks like an inspirational speech. He’s wearing his ‘look at me’ jeans.” 

“I’ll ask,” Sam says when Steve casts him a bemused look. He looks at you then, lips curved a barely contained smile even as he peers at Bucky. “His ‘look at me’ jeans?” 

“The jeans that make his ass look like a ripe peach.” Your giggles, in response to the incredulous looks you receive, is laced through the cracking of a peanut shell between your fingertips. You toss the unshelled peanut into your mouth and snort. “Don’t look at me like that just for appreciating a nice ass. Not when I was told someone wanted to bounce a quarter off mine.”

A tense pause before Steve smacks a fist against Bucky’s shoulder. His outraged expression doesn’t falter even as Bucky winces. All the while Sam roars in laughter. “What the hell, man? You told her?” 

“I tell her everything,” is Bucky’s mumbled reply. He drains what’s left of his beer. “You said that freshman year and I told her a month ago. The statute of limitations had run out.”

Steve scoffs, shakes his head. Thoroughly unimpressed with the two of you as you exchange chuckles and small smiles. “Whatever, jerk. See if I keep your secrets next time.” 

“Who you gonna tell?” Sam asks as he smashes an empty shell under his quarter-empty bottle of beer. “Your left hand when you’re pretending it’s someone else?” 

The tips of Steve’s ears turn red almost immediately, the sip he’d just taken a choking hazard. He narrows icy blue eyes at a smirking Sam and a laughing Bucky, excusing you from the bulk of his frustration even as you hide your laughter miserably. “Dead to me, both of you.” 

A snort from Bucky. “Okay, drama queen.” 

Steve turns to you. More annoyed than scandalized now. “I see why you dumped him.” 

“Didn’t dump him.” You set your elbow on the bar, ignoring the way your sweater sticks to the counter, and rest your chin on your palm. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day when Bucky needs help getting laid.” 

“I’m reformed,” Bucky mumbles, fingernails picking at the paper label on his bottle as he smiles to himself. “Not really lookin’ to just get laid.” 

“Yeah? What are you looking to do?” 

He shrugs. “Maybe go on a date or something. Meet someone nice I can actually talk to.”

You pause, peanut shell halfway cracked under the heel of your palm. You feel your playful smile grow a bit tight. “That’s new. What brought that on?” 

“Well, you did.” 

You crush the shell so the crumbled pieces litter the wooden counter. Using your fingernail, you split a peanut into equal halves, then jagged quarters. You resist the urge to scoff at the reflection in your bottle and lift an eyebrow at Bucky when you look up again. “What’d I do?”

He shrugs. His smile is small. “I liked what we had. It wasn’t what I’m used to. I liked being able to have a conversation and a closeness in addition to… everything else.” 

Sam looks between the two of you and you’re afraid he might read too much into the way your lips have fallen into a frown, the way the grip on your drink has tightened. Instead, he asks as he takes a sip, “In addition to the sex?” 

“Obviously in addition to the sex,” Bucky says as he fixes Sam with a plain expression, eyes narrowed. “I was trying to keep this conversation ‘safe for work.’” 

“Yeah, that went out the window when Sam made the masturbation joke,” Steve notes. He asks Raju for another drink and chubby fingers place a matching bottle before him. “I think the change is nice. No more of this nonsense hook-up culture today’s generation is so overtaken by.” 

Your brow furrows. “Uh, Gramps?” You only wait until Steve meets your gaze to continue. He’s already scowling. “You’re a part of today’s generation.” 

“Steve is one of those people,” Sam begins. “You know, the ‘I’m not like other girls’ kinda people.” 

Bucky nods. “He’s just waiting to grow into his personality.” 

You hum in agreement next. “Until it’s socially acceptable to be the way he is.” 

“I’m sorry.” Steve holds his hands up. “No one informed me today was going to be devoted to roasting me.”

There’s laughter and the insults none of you really mean ensue even as Natasha walks in, the bar now slightly fuller, nearly an hour later. She joins in seamlessly, picking up on the latest thing about Steve you’ve all targeted with just a minute of silent observation. She picks up on something else, though— something she doesn’t bring up until the two of you have retired to a corner booth away from the new crowd of patrons screaming drink orders at a never-flustered, ever-calm Raju. 

She stares first. Green eyes set in a contemplative glare, lips in a neutral line. Her fingers lay casually over the rim of her tall, narrow glass. You pay her no mind, however. Your gaze is fixed on Bucky as he walks toward a small group of girls you think you might have seen on campus. “This is killing you.” 

“What, drinking?” you ask without so much as a glance in her direction. You’d switched out beer for something a bit stronger but have yet to take a sip of it, a rum and coke watered down now by melting ice. You tear your eyes from Bucky, with noticeable hesitation and dissatisfaction, when a short brunette with springy curls giggles at what he’s just said to her. “You’re drinking, too.” 

The glare becomes disbelieving. She watches as your stare returns to Bucky and you absentmindedly stir your straw through your drink. “We both know I’m not talking about drinking.” 

A questioning hum. You avert your eyes when the brunette and Bucky begin to laugh again.

“How are you doing with Bucky?” 

“Like, as roommates? Fine. He could check the mail every so often.” 

Natasha sighs your name. There’s an undercurrent of frustration cutting through her tone. “Are we going to spend this night acting oblivious?” 

“Oblivious to what?” you laugh in a bit of surprise. You withhold a shudder of disgust as you take a sip of your drink. 

She rolls her eyes, enunciating her words carefully as she asks, “How are you doing with Bucky flirting with that sorority girl over there?” 

You follow her nod and only let your eyes linger on them for a second. The straw bends in between your fingers and you shrug. “I’m doing okay with it.” 

“You’re okay with him flirting with her right in front of you?” 

“Yes, Nat.” 

She watches as you twist the straw, but nods. “Okay.” 

Snorting with an eye roll of your own, you shake your head. “You couldn’t sound less convinced if you tried.” 

“Because I’m not convinced.” She sits back against the booth. “It has to bother you a little that Barnes is trying to get laid fifty feet away from you.” 

“Didn’t you hear? He isn’t trying to get laid. He wants someone he can talk to, and date, and have closeness with.”

“Wow. Looks like someone’s maturing,” her voice remains utterly unimpressed. 

There’s a silent beat as you look at them again. Bucky’s smile seems to reflect and brighten every light in the bar, slate blue eyes meeting yours for just a moment. “I think I’m happy for him.” 

“You think you’re happy for him?” 

It’s quiet again as you sit back as well. Teeth worrying at your bottom lip, you nod. “I kind of owe it to him, don’t I? To let him flirt with people in front of me and tell me how he’s looking for a relationship rather than just sex.” 

“Why would you owe that to him?” 

“You know that guy from the soccer team I’ve been talking to?” You wait until she nods to continue. “He asked for my number when Bucky was, like, ten feet away.”

“Yikes. But you didn’t actively seek him out.”

“No, I didn’t. But even if T’Challa hadn’t asked for my number, I’d still owe him. I mean, I was the shittiest girlfriend you can imagine,” you tell her with a sad smile. “I did everything wrong.”

Her eyes widen ever so slightly. “You didn’t… You didn’t che—” 

“No! God, no. I didn’t cheat on him. I could never even entertain the idea,” you say quickly, hands held up in innocence. “I just— I was detached, and aloof, and I didn’t value him at all. I made jokes about us dating but platonically, I would leave his room in the middle of the night to go back to mine. I thought kissing him each time I left the apartment was too mushy and telling him how much I fucking adored him would make me too sappy.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with being a little sappy.” 

Your nose wrinkles. “I know. But he’s my best friend. I can’t lose my best friend because I’m too emotionally constipated to be in a functional romantic relationship and too selfish to end it all before someone gets too hurt.” 

She sets her hand on yours when your voice breaks and offers you a playful smile when you look at her. “And here I thought I was your best friend.”

Wet laughter, and your head lolls back against the booth cushion. “Best friend is not a person. It’s a tier.” You hear his laughter over the commotion of the bar and sigh. “I’m over it and I’m happy for him. He should be happy. Even if it’s with fucking Connie from freshman year sociology.” 

Natasha’s hand comes down on the table and rattles her glass and yours, smiling to herself when you jump. “That’s how I know her! Fuckin’ Connie with the stink eye.” 

“She’s been into him since then, you know?” You laugh when Natasha offers you an incredulous expression. “Yeah, she got hammered at one of Sam’s parties and told me. I lived in fear of her wrath after Bucky and I got together.”

“She’d destroy you. The smaller ones go for the eyes and you’re all talk.” 

“Oh, I’m fully aware of that.” 

--

CHAPTER 4: THE FIRST, FIRST DATE

[naivesilver]

@bewilderedmoth​ FINE. Fine. Since today is a Monday and therefore a day much more suited for a vitriolic commentary on terrible insects, I shall fulfill your request and the anon’s. I’m warning everyone in the premises, though -  this is a “no fucks given” list, so it may get ugly at any time. Also, as usual, this is only for things that I’ve already watched, so if you know of some cricket horror and don’t see it mentioned, assume I’ve yet to get to that specific adaptation.

Alright then! To the barricades!

1) Disney’s Pinocchio (1940)

The first of his genre. Look at this asshole - he’s literally the last creature I’d entrust my child to. The fact Pinocchio had to spend his first couple days of life with this guy shadowing his every step is mind-boggling, and it’s made even worse by the fact that the Blue Fairy put him in charge of another man’s kid, as though she had the right to make that choice.

(I won’t fall for the desire of dunking on the Fairy more, as this is a Cricket list, but believe me, the temptation is there. It always is.)

As Disney sidekicks go, he’s one of the worst. He��s not funny, and despite having literally ONE job he manages to fail spectacularly at it. He’s snappish at Pinocchio, he abandons his charge about two hours into the new day, he spends a much longer time flirting with female-presenting inanimate objects/animals/supernatural beings than doing any actual childrearing. He should have been forgotten the instant the movie left the theaters, but instead Disney made him one of his main mascots, giving him the role of storyteller or ghost or whatever the fuck they need him to do at the time. So not only is he single-handedly responsible for every other entry in this list, I keep finding him everywhere I turn my eyes to. A knock-off version of his Ghost of Christmas Past self was in the new Ducktales, too, so my friend freenklin (who already has had to endure many of my complaints) received some VERY disappointed scream-texts as I was liveblogging my watch.

Just...no. Get him out of my sight.

(Also Ewan McGregor is bound to voice him in the live action and like??? Excuse me??? Are we supposed to not make Obi Wan jokes??? Will he abandon his young padawan Pinocchio to the evil Strombolitroopers???)

2) Pinocchio and the Emperor of the Night (1987)

This movie is at the bottom of my Pinocchio adaptation ranking, and boy, does it deserve the dishonor. The story is a weird mixture of adaptation and sequel, approximately a tenth of the characters actually appear in the book, and I can’t forgive them for ruining what could have been the coolest concept ever (Pinocchio as a pawn in a fight of good vs evil) into this disgrace of a cartoon.

As for the Cricket, in this case he’s not even a cricket. He’s a glowworm, and he’s a goddamn puppet too, to whom the Fairy gave life. I wonder, is the entirety of her job just...transforming people’s creations into sentient beings so that they can lead others to a honest life? Tell me, ma’am, do you want to breathe life into my disappointing Powerpoint presentations too, so that they might bully me into graduating?

Anyway, if you’re wondering what purpose Gee Willikers (sigh) serves, the answer is NONE. Pinocchio gets rid of him at least twice (good for him) and as easily as drinking a glass of water, he’s a burden to the (admittedly cooler) additional characters, like the aviator bee, and not only is he ugly as fuck, but also so annoying every time he gets a chance to speak that it’s a miracle he wasn’t cut out in post-production.

In short, disgusting. If he entered my home I’d swat him with a flycatcher until he leaves.

3) Pinocchio (2009)

This is essentially Disney’s Jiminy Cricket, but female, anthropomorphic, and with a passion for books instead of pretty ladies or ladies-adjacent objects. Mind you, a sapphic Cricket would perhaps have saved more than one adaptation, this one included, but I’m glad they skipped that part altogether. This miniseries has enough issues as it is.

I’m sorry, she’s just too annoying. Luciana Littizzetto can be funny, but in small doses, otherwise her jokes start to become repetitive. Two hours straight - and yes, it’s that much, because SOMEONE decided to follow Disney’s footsteps a little too well - are too long even for the strongest of hearts. Plus, none of the characters’ costumes are very flattering, accurate or well-made (except for Lampwick 💖), but hers just might take the cake. It looks like a mixture between a teenager’s first attempt at steampunk fashion and a Mardi Gras costume lifted from the discarded items’ bin at a cheap store. Takes you out of the fantasy more than anything else.

4) Roberto Benigni’s Pinocchio (2002)

I’ve talked at length of the weirdness of this movie, but all in all it’s a pretty accurate transposition of the story, from the dialogue to the scenery.

Except for him.

The Cricket in this case does appear in the scenes belonging to him, but ALSO in a long and extremely useless sequence where he tries to find Pinocchio in the Land of Toys and gets kicked around by literally everyone present. Don’t get me wrong, that’s something I would have liked to do as well, but it was totally unnecessary, and it gave nothing to the overall story. This movie still holds the record as the most expensive Italian movie ever made, so wouldn’t it have been better for everybody to  skip that part entirely? Not only it would have saved them some money, but also it would have saved me from seeing this guy for an additional fifteen minutes on my screen.

Still, pretty tame compared to some of the others. Could have been worse.

5) Once Upon A Time (2011)

I debated long and hard before making this choice, and I’m not putting him in with a light heart, but before you come at me with pitchforks, please listen.

I like Archie, okay! He’s a fun character, the human side of his backstory was great and gave him a lot of depth and inner turmoil, and the concept of Jiminy Cricket being a therapist is amazing and hilarious. But he’s kind of a shit therapist, whose actions aren’t always what you’d expect from someone who’s supposed to be a conscience and a guide. And despite the show giving us the impression that he and Pinocchio had the same adventures as in the Disney movie (which doesn’t exactly endear him to me - if it wasn’t for his later character development he’d already be Lil Nas X-ing his way down to the bottom of my list), he and August never interacted on screen after the First Curse broke. Not once. And if there’s someone who needs therapy and support, that’s August Wayne Booth.

Yes, I did say at some point that I’d like to fix this in a fic. I’ll write it when I don’t have like eight projects on my table at the same time.

Finally, two scenes settled the matter for me: one, him pontificating at Snow about her trying to do everything on her own, without even pretending to help her set up the stroller she was struggling with at that very moment. I work with kids every day, I know exactly what she’s going through. Shut your mouth and open the damn stroller, Archie.

And two...That one fucking scene where he’s jumping out of Snow White’s cleavage. Honestly, what the fuck??? I wouldn’t even have remembered it if Libby hadn’t reminded me, so I suppose my brain tried to remove the traumatic memory before it caused any further damage, but it exists, and I’m still wondering why. What exactly was the deal with the writers, when they made that choice? I want a glass of what they were having, because by God, does it sound like a trip-inducing cocktail.

Aaaand we’re done! Remember, this is all part of my personal opinion, and I’m not to be taken seriously even on the best of days. Plus, my favorite cricket-esque character, aside from the book-accurate ones, is Gina from Piccolino no Bouken, who is a duck, a sassy little bastard and no closer to Collodi’s canon than any of these fuckers. So yes, when it comes to choices dictated by the heart, I am an hypocrite. Au revoir!

[uwumessenger]

Can you do RFA and Saeran confessing to MC just in time? Like the feelings are there on both ends but MC grows tired of waiting and is about to give up but then they confess and end up together (maybe with the help of one or two other members) :)

awe this request is so cute. hope you enjoy! i apologize in advance for all the cringe you may experience while reading this.

Yoosung:

yoosung thought he’d be more confident about it

and he’d always try to find the perfect time to tell you he likes you

...but he gets so nervous...every. single. time.

and you’re usually so patient but now you feel like he doesn’t think of you that way

so you start becoming more distant to him

bby yoosung is hurt by that :(

it pains zen to see how downhill it’s going so he decides to invite yoosung over to pep talk him

yoosung, pal, it’s almost been two years. don’t you just wanna go for it?

and of course he does!

zen motivates him by telling ys to imagine you with someone else

he starts crying decides it’s time to confess

like. right now.

he meets up with you at a park near zen’s place and immediately bear hugs you

MCilikeyoualotandimsosorryittookmesolongidontwantyoutobewithsomeoneelsepleasedontbemadatme c ries

when he lets you go there’s a moment of silence

before you hug him again and tell him that you’re glad you waited :’)

Zen:

EVERYONE, including jaehee, is cringing at how zen can’t communicate his feelings

he’s usually confident so what’s stopping him this time?

initially zen wanted to confess to you at the party but he was always caught up in other conversations with the guests

since he’s naturally a very flirty person no one realized he liked you until they saw irl interaction

you keep trying to pry it out of him but he would shield it off by saying something about himself/his looks T-T

one night he has a psychic dream

the first being him with you, awe, so cute!

but he sees another guy come in and....sTEAL YOU???

he immediately wakes up and panics

it’s 4AM, but he sees that you’re online chatting with jumin

when he sees the chatroom close he immediately calls you

i hate to do this over the phone, but, i have a confession.

well, you did it just in time. i’ll cancel my meeting tomorrow morning with tom

meeting?

wait who’s tom

it doesn’t matter anymore B)

Jaehee:

did not expect you to like her

you’re surrounded by all these good looking men

why would you choose her?

she was always super oblivious to your hints which was so frustrating

one day during lunch break jumin goes into jaehee’s office expecting to see you

he asks jaehee if you had left and she says you never came to visit her

jumin does the tsk tsk thing

jaehee is like wat

you’re very smart, jaehee, but for some reason you can’t detect a person’s feelings for you

light bulb goes off

luckily you hadn’t gone very far, and she tracks you down

what is this a kdrama? yes.

she calls for you and you stop in your tracks

you dramatically turn around

i like you, MC. please come back before my break ends and i have to return to work

run to jaehEE!!! RUN!!!

insert perfect kdrama kiss <3

Jumin:

he wants the confession to be perfect

but he’s so caught up with work that he unintentionally cancels on you numerous times

this eventually gets tiring and your expectations drop drastically

you get really sad and it SHOWS

logging in less frequently, dry texting, etc etc

contrary to popular belief the person who helps him is not v or seven or jaehee

it’s...yoosung.

yoosung reaches out to jumin after noticing how upset you looked when you were helping him study for a history test

he knew it was because of JUMIN

jumin mainly needed reassurance that his confession didn’t need to be out of this world

but i have to top every other confession to exist, yoosung.

no you don’t, jumin.

after some bickering jumin straight up cancels all his work plans later in the week

insert yoosung coaching jumin montage

jumin pulls up to your place with elizabeth the 3rd

awkwardcough hey, elizabeth said you have something we both can’t find

what is it? :/

my heart

:)

yoosung watching from the bushes like a proud father HUH????

Saeyoung/707:

always dodging that conversation

you’re pretty much the one who’d be confessing soon

but everytime your feelings start to show he avoids it

so you start to think he’s rejecting you subtly

you start growing distant and now he thinks you’re rejecting him subtly

it pains all of RFA to see this so they reassure you that he does like you

they show you as many screenshots as possible

you’re like yeah okay but im not gonna wait like this my entire life

you guys are their otp so they do everything in their power to get him to confess without going into sicko panic mode

all it took was a scary lecture heart to heart talk with jaehee that really touched him

at the next RFA meeting everyone was at the edge of their seats, waiting for seven to make a move

gave a powerpoint presentation on why u should date him

cringe the entire time but u know u love it

Saeran:

you are extremely patient with him. knowing everything he’s gone through

but you start thinking that maybe he sees you as a protective sister instead

when saeran invites you over to watch a movie you decline, not wanting to further your feelings for him

seven is always watching

he’s obviously SAD so he just sits down and stares at the wall

seven hacks his radio to make sure his radio turns on and you’ll never know by ariana grande starts playing

he doesn’t notice at first but he realized it when seven was looping it on purpose it kept glitching and replaying

before breaking the radio in half for being annoying he listens to the lyrics...

you’re right radio...you’re right...

he zooms on over to your place

intense knocking

i am so thankful for you and i can’t picture my future without you. can...can we say we’re going steady like it’s 1954?

yeah tattooed heart came on after that

relief set in and you give him a lil kiss, and invite him in for a proper movie night

[solarcitymelodies]

Wowza sorry y'all about the random massive Rockafire spam, I'm pretty sure ??most?? People on here? know me for just Knight Rider because that's the only thing I've ever REALLY posted about--

but I Do Not Care it's RAE hours right now so uhhh here's some headcannons that probably aren't Canon compliant very much because I just got into RAE like last week

So like. I feel like Mitzi is a Good Amount younger than the rest of the band like she was in highschool when she joined, the rest of em were all Adults™ and she was a little bit nervous about it because...... ADULTS™

She was just lookin for a place to get her singing voice out there, because ya girl REALLY wanted to perform, and showbiz happened to have a slot open, but she did not expect all of the members to be older than her (although looking back, she realized she probably should have expected that)

It was intimidating at first but Billy Bob and Fatz were just the absolute sweetest and they introduced her properly to the rest of the band because she was like "oh I barely talk to them because I get nervous :(" and the resident dads p much said "aight we can do all the talking for you then, how about that?" And badabing badaboom she's now attached to these two and like honestly who isn't or maybe that's just me but ANYWAYS I feel like the band would become a second home/safe space for her

Yeah fr some reason I have BIG long headcannon for her joining the band but the rest of them? Nobody knows how they got there for all I know they just Showed Up One Day

Also I came across this

https://youtu.be/UU7BeUWQBDI

Which got me thinkin about what my headcannons were as far as sexuality/gender stuff

And I find the concept of Billy Bob being Very Much Straight And Ignorant but trying his hardest to be a good ally SO funny like if someone came out to him he'd probably be like "oh!! I don't understand why you would choose that lifestyle but I respect you!!" not realizing how incredibly stupid he sounds sjkrjh like I don't think he can very easily wrap his head around how people are just. not cishet. so he's like "OH then it must be a choice, right? like you can choose to be gay but you're born straight. Right?" and everyone just shakes their heads in the background but he does earnestly try his best and my man would rather DIE than disrespect someone's pronouns I know this for sure

Fatz is pretty similar, straight ally and a lil confused but he's got the spirit, you know? He still least knows being gay (as well as,,, m o s t sexualities that aren't straight, although some he doesn't get/know about at all) isn't a choice but he hasn't quite grasped that being trans is also not a choice. He will respect your pronouns to hell and back but by god he doesn't get it,,, he's trying though and he feels very accomplished in himself that he's starting to get the hang of using they/them even though he slips up a lot

The rest of the band encourages the HELL out of these two because they're. Trying their best and making an honest effort which is more than a pretty good chunk of people would give

Rolfe, Earl, and Dook are the reasons Billy Bob and Fatz are trying so hard to understand it lmao

Rolfe took it upon himself to hang up a MASSIVE gay pride flag backstage, being the flaming homosexual that he is, and the rest of the squad quickly realized "oh he's GAY gay he wasn't kidding" because at first they literally thought he was joking as he was actually just being openly and obnoxiously a raging mlm (and like I mean no shade to him this isn't me tryna to make fun of it because my dumb sapphic ass almost crashed my car once because I saw a pretty girl walk down the street. And by "once" I mean. Yesterday.) Anyways yeah that's when the rest of em Realized and were like "OH" but after the massive pride flag was hung up that prompted Dook to come out and they were all like "???? YOU TOO????"

Dook is a non-binary ICON he's a demiboy and goes by both he/him and they/them and probably would have a bunch of pride pins I think,,, I'm not really sure of his sexuality though!! honestly he kinda gives me bisexual vibes but Who Knows . Not me. He has a HELL of a time trying to explain his gender to the rest of the band (except for Rolfe because like. He's a part of the community so he knows) and basically he was met with "so you're just a dude but ✨spicy✨?" and it was like, "no, but I have no idea how to explain it in a way that will make sense to you, so. yes?" And that explanation seemed to suffice for most of them

Mitzi went in knowing NOTHING about what being non-binary was so she asked a l o t of questions about it, which Dook just kinda dealt with answering (he's heard most of it before, and it gets tiring after a while. if you're nb or trans or honestly any part of LGBTQ+ you know what I mean) but he thought it was really sweet of her to be so determined to learn about it and eventually she did get a grasp on it ish, so she was able to understand why it wasn't just ✨spicy male✨ (the conversation pretty much went "well if i was just male, don't you think I would label myself that way instead?" "....oH TRUE!!!") and she ended up a VERY passionate ally, and she'll ask occasionally about how to be better at it, bein a queen as she is 👉👉 also definitely started questioning her sexuality after a while and just went with "maybe bicurious" and Rolfe, Dook, and Earl were all like "ONE OF US, ONE OF US"

Earl has never once spoken about his sexuality in his life, because 1. He's very aware that's an awkward conversation to have with a puppet, and 2. He's aroace anyways, which is basically what people assume even if they don't realize it just for their own peace of mind, because seriously, puppets and any identity that ISN'T aroace creates a really uncomfortable mental image for... Most people, pretty much. So it's not like he ever needed to say anything about it, which is convenient for him because he wouldn't want to say anything either way. not worth the risk of embarrassing himself and making everyone feel awkward

(side note ish though Rolfe 100% came out to Earl first and was met with "I already knew that but okay." Rolfe was mildly offended)

And spEAKING OF EARL he's VERY much sentient but he can't say he's particularly enthusiastic about it because Rolfe has to carry him around everywhere

He can move on his own but it's limited and generally annoying to maneuver around with his tiny body so he just says screw it half the time and stays on Rolfe's arm or hitch a ride on Random Object, but like... Yeah, the majority of the time Rolfe just has to deal with only having one arm available and a puppet directly next to him making fun of him at every possible chance

They high-key have chaotic and unorganized college roommate vibes (like they're actually roommates because... Where tf is Earl supposed to go?? So Rolfe took him in) and idk if this is really like a part of my headcannons or if I just think it's funny so I keep entertaining the idea of it but I think it would be Fantastic if Rolfe had no idea how to cook but Earl somehow did so this idiot is trying to take instructions from a puppet, who can't physically show him what to do, and it's like Hell's Kitchen live featuring a furry and a sentient stuffed animal

Aaaaamd going off of my Rolfe and Earl headcannons still Rolfe for SURE has some sort of executive dysfunction issue. ADD or ADHD I'm not sure (probably ADHD) but he definitely has it also this totally isn't just me projecting how dare you accuse me of that

And!!! More about Dook!!!! I don't know how or why I thought up of this but I cannot possibly imagine him any other way now-- he's autistic and space is his Big Huge special interest, and if you ever ask him about it you have to be prepared to get infodumped or possibly even shown a PowerPoint presentation, because GOD he loves space!!! He wants everyone to know all about it!! He knows not everyone thinks it's as cool as he does so he tries to keep his mouth shut but when someone asks about it he can't help himself and will infodump a LOT, also haha drumming stims go brrrr, playing the drums isn't really a stim but he likes to just take his drumsticks and whack em around in the air and get that good ol Wavy Arm Action (wavy arms is best stim change my mind you can't it's GOOD)

Also i bbbbelieve earlier I reposted somethin about someone else headcannoning that he has echolalia, which I don't really know enough about to say anything on it?? But even if he doesn't have echolalia he'd probably repeat phrases over and over until he gets tired of them (which is,,, something I do lmao, it's either memes I get stuck in my head or things I've heard from various medias I like the inflections in (like one tiktokker I saw was talking about their tourettes and their vocal tics and one of them was "uh oh! How unfortunate!" and now I CAN'T STOP SAYING IT)) but like uhhh yeah :))) repeating phrases that get stuck in your head for various reasons for the win

This is already really long so I'm just gonna vibe out thanks for coming to my Ted talk feel free to ask questions I probably won't be able to answer a lot of em though because my headcannons are a Mess hehe >:)

[lvehui]

this isn't what i meant by family bonding - jeongcheol ft. chan

genre: fluff and slight angst but really it's just panic

word count: 1.8k

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ok i should've been more detailed and through but no. but anyways!! enjoy hahaha

in which seungcheol, jeonghan, and their baby chan go to ikea to do some family bonding. and of course, things go wrong.

Seungcheol loves his family, he really does, but sometimes... just sometimes, he contemplates every choice he's made ever made during his twenty-four years of being alive; especially the one that led to being in Ikea at eleven in the morning, barely awake as he pushes a large metal cart through the household emporium. But Seungcheol manages to refrain from dozing off, mainly because his toddler son, Chan, keeps slapping his face with his tiny baby hands.

That and the fact that he knows Jeonghan will throw a fit if he doesn't participate in their 'family bonding.'

So he listens to Jeonghan's endless, out loud debate with himself about what chairs they should get for their dining room. Seungcheol would be concerned about his husband's behavior if he didn't know him--- but he does know him, so he's gotten used to Jeonghan's nit-picky, overthinking personality.

(And his tendency to do too much.)

"Okay, okay, okay," Jeonghan says as if he's starting a powerpoint presentation to pitch an idea. "Which one says, 'financially stable, but mentally unstable'?" Before Seungcheol knows it, his husband is already dragging a random chair next to the one in front of him. One chair is dark brown while the other chair is light brown. Other than that they look highly similar. "Nordviken or Lerhamn?"

Seungcheol looks at each one, trying to form an opinion that doesn't exist. Finally, he replies, "Um, the one that sounds less German."

"It's Swedish!" Jeonghan overdramatically exclaims, obviously appalled by his husband's lack of knowledge about the cultural origins of the company. "How can you even say that?"

Seungcheol doesn't answer Jeonghan's question and instead replies with, "...I love you?"

"I love you too," Jeonghan says, fondness in his voice, before he adding, "But go choke."

Chan giggles and lightly smacks Seungcheol's right cheek again, legs kicking in the front of the cart. In a giddy tone, he repeats, "Yeah, appa, go choke!"

Jeonghan shoots Seungcheol a glare as if it was his fault for their son saying that, and turns to the boy sitting in the seat in the cart. Instantaneously, he switches to his angelic, paternal side, going all heart-eyes when he sees Chan.

"Channie, don't say that to appa, okay? I'm the only one who can say that," Jeonghan tells his son, who is carefully listening to him, lips cutely pressing together.

"Okay," Chan says, in tiny font voice.

Jeonghan fixes Chan's baby hairs. His four-year-old son sways side to side, his heavy lil' head making him unbalanced, but adorable nonetheless.

"Whose baby are you?" Jeonghan asks Chan, who happily responds, "Appa's!"

This makes Jeonghan squish Chan's soft cheeks more than he already is, a little blush forming upon them. "That's right! You're my baby," Jeonghan says, acting like he hasn't heard his son say this before. He nuzzles their noses together and gives Chan three pecks on the same cheek. "Jeonghannie's baby!"

Seungcheol sighs, but a small smile graces his face. Then, he jokingly remarks, "Hey, you make it sound like you're a single parent."

Jeonghan whips around to acknowledge his husband and gives him a little huff, "I might be if you don't help me pick out some go---" Chan looks at him. "---gosh darn furniture. We can't keep eating and sleeping on the floor forever."

"What? We can't?" Seungcheol responds, cheekily. "I was totally into this camping indoors thing we had going on." A random stuffed animal prop is thrown at Seungcheol's face by Jeonghan, which he barely dodges. "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding," he laughs, before reassuring his husband, "We're going to get the chairs, the bed, and everything else, and then we'll have our dream home and live happily ever after. The end."

His effort at soothing Jeonghan works, or at least, for the most part. "Speaking of beds, honey, it would splendid if you could browse for some while I look at these chairs again."

Seungcheol grins confidently, ready to take on the task. "Alright, no problem. You'll be saying, 'Wow this bed is so nice, I might f---" Chan slaps at his head. "---frick you in it.'" Seungcheol repeats in a small coo, "Frick."

Chan giggles and tries to bite Seungcheol's finger, failing to his utter disappointment. Jeonghan tsks, then begins to take the cart from Seungcheol's hands. "Well, appa, me and Channie will be over here---"

"I'll take Chan," Seungcheol tells Jeonghan. "You're always smothering him and we barely get to hang out. Plus you'll probably be too distracted by him to find the best chair ever, you know?" Seungcheol unbuckles Chan and takes the small boy into his arms. Chan pinches Seungcheol's cheek with his fingers. "So just leave him to me, we'll be fine, and I'll call you when we're done!"

Before Jeonghan can even attempt to argue, Seungcheol gives him a kiss on the cheek, and Chan does the same.

He can't say no to that, can he?

---

Seungcheol doesn't know what happened. One minute, he and Chan were looking at beds, jumping on them, and feeling how utterly soft they were when they laid down against them. The next minute, he was sleeping with Chan on his chest, on one of the king-sized showroom beds, only to be awoken by a concerned employee who awkwardly informs him, "Sir, these beds are only for display..."

Bashfully, Seungcheol apologizes and pulls himself together, away from the heaven he called a mattress. Whew, I must've been tired, the man thought, I really dozed off in the middle of a store.

"Channie, we gotta go, baby," Seungcheol mumbles, rubbing his eyes. Then he yawns. "Appa is going to be wondering why we haven't called him yet." Jeonghan was probably going to gripe about how they were going to miss all of the Swedish meatballs in the cafeteria and Chan would never have the full Ikea experience. Oh, the woe.

"Sir, who are you talking to?" the same employee says, still standing there, creeping the shit out of Seungcheol, who is now confused. "Are you talking to me? Because my name is Mingyu---"

"What?" Seungcheol asks, wondering if he isn't registering this conversation properly. "I'm talking to my son?"

The employee--- Mingyu--- scrunches his eyebrows and double-checks the space around Seungcheol, who is doing the same thing. "Son?"

Seungcheol's eyes go wide with realization when he sees that there's no little boy on the bed, under the bed, or within the bedsheets. (Yes, he really checked.) Quickly, his line of sight shifts from showroom to showroom, none showing signs of a little three-year-old boy.

"My son," Seungcheol says, agape. He can't form sentences because he's too shocked and can't fathom anything right now. "Who isn't here."

Apprehension blooms in Mingyu as he finds himself caught in a very unlucky and serious situation, but tries to calm the storm before it starts. "Sir, I'll call security and have someone announce that there is a missing child---"

Seungcheol shakes his head back and forth, and so do his hands. "No, no, no, please don't announce it. My husband will hear and he will have my ass---"

"Hear what?" a familiar voice asks, "And have your ass? For what reason?"

Jeonghan, who had been finding his way to the bed section, tilts his head with curiosity. Its a shame really, because his face is so soft right now, and Seungcheol doesn't want to be the one to ruin that innocent expression. And he certainly doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but of course, he can't avoid the question. And he also can't lie for shit.

So he looks up, down, left, right, and then all around before mumuring, "...Channie... I can't find him."

Jeonghan laughs, not getting it. "Were you guys playing hide and seek or something?" Seungcheol avoids eye contact with his husband, ashamed of himself, but also scared. "Is he around here?"

Seungcheol opens his mouth, then closes it, and then: "Uhm... not really?"

"What do you mean, 'not really?'"

"Not really... as in... not really, I just uh, fell asleep on one of these beds, which are, um, well, really comfortable and soft enough to make you wanna sleep in it if you're... you know, sleepy, haha, and um, well, when I woke up he was kinda gone..?"

Jeonghan stares at him. There's no emotion on his face, but Seungcheol knows to take a couple of steps back. "Kinda gone?"

"Totally gone," Mingyu adds, earning a smack from Seungcheol, a stranger.

"TOTALLY GONE?!" Jeonghan explodes, causing both Seungcheol and Mingyu to wince. "I left you with our son, OUR son, for like what? Thirty minutes? You couldn't watch him for thirty minutes?"

Seungcheol grabs at his husband's shoulders and tries to calm him down, but is panicking himself. "Hannie, Hannie, I'm sorry, this is my fault---"

"IT IS YOUR FAULT, YOU ASSHOLE---"

"Calling me an asshole won't fix anything---"

"It won't! But it will make me feel a lot better!"

"You guys, please--- OW, WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?!"

"YOU'RE IN THE WAY---"

Jeonghan is about to snap when they all hear, "Appa?"

The sound of a familiar tiny voice makes them both turn around, slowly. And when they do, it's their son, all of him, in one piece, even his chubby cheeks and choppy hair (still flicking upwards).  With him is another adult, holding his hand, sharp eyes looking from side to side at the mess in front of him. "So, I found... this young man wandering around the downstairs cafeteria."

Chan cheerfully holds up a meatball in his barefist, getting smooshed. With some food in his mouth he says, "Woo Woo got me food!"

Mingyu snickers, "Woo Woo?"

Wonwoo--- it says that on his chest--- refrains from flipping his fellow employee off and instead looks to the parents. "I've been asking everyone if they knew who this boy was, and then I got the message from Mingyu that a boy was missing... and then... well, you guys were obviously upset, so I put two and two together."

Chan lets go of Wonwoo's hand and runs into Seungcheol's arms. Seungcheol easily lifts him into the air and then kisses his face all over, not even noticing the tears of relief and happiness running down his cheeks. "You little rascal... I'm sorry."

Jeonghan joins to the reunion, also crying, but harder. A smile is on his face, though, while he leans into the other two loves of his life. "Stupid... this isn't what I meant by family bonding... Ugh."

All of these tears confuse Chan, who frowns and, with his free hand, wipes at them off their faces. "What's wrong, appa?"

"Nothing," Jeonghan answers, as Seungcheol's head leans against his. "We just love you so much, it hurts!"

Chan kisses both of their cheeks, and a warm feeling covers all of them like a blanket, right in the middle of Ikea.

[honeymoonjin]

A/N - Sorry I’m clearly seriously out of it I accidentally put this as chapter three. It’s chapter six, so it is a new one. Apologies for any confusion my dumb bitch disease may have caused.

LOST IN TRANSLATION

↳What do you do when you have no qualifications but want to see the world? You help teach English in a Korean primary school, apparently. ↳Principal!Jin, math teacher!Yoongi, PE teacher!Hoseok, English teacher!Namjoon, school nurse!Jimin, art teacher!Taehyung, and science teacher!Jungkook.

CHAPTER SIX ↳The school receives some bad news, and it seems you’re in high demand to help out with the solutions.

Sitting in the principal’s office was not the way you wanted to start your Wednesday morning, but at least you weren’t alone.

All of the main staff members were cramped into the small room, Principal Kim behind the desk, Min nabbing the only armchair opposite, looking half asleep, the PE teacher on a stool and the rest of you standing awkwardly or leaning against the walls.

The principal himself looked like he hadn’t slept a wink. His normally sculpted face was a little puffy around the cheeks and a cowlick in his fringe stuck up on an angle. His voice was strangely subdued, not what you’d come to expect from the boisterous headmaster. “Everyone,” he announced solemnly, “I’m so sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I feel like I’ve failed as a leader and as a caretaker, but… The school board have decided to cut funding.”

You don’t fully understand the technical jargon he uses, but the reactions of the other staff fill the gaps. Hoseok sits forward on his stool. “What? That’s ridiculous, they can’t do that!”

Kim rubs his eyes tiredly. “They can,” he admits, “because our students…aren’t exactly high achievers.”

“What does that mean?” Namjoon asks defensively.

“Other schools around the area have higher graduation rates, have national sports teams or academics. We haven’t even made regionals in anything since 2016.”

You watch silently as the staff split two ways; some like you, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin fall into a morose silence, while the older teachers get riled up. Teacher Min sits himself up, leaning over the desk and jabbing a finger at his superior. “That’s bullshit,” he spits, “those kids need this fucking school, whether they’re little Einsteins or not!”

“You think I don’t know that?” Kim messes with the papers on his desk. “I’ve been calling every friend in the industry for hours now, and they’re well within their right to cut funding if we don’t give adequate results, no matter how much the students need it.”

Hoseok whines miserably. “Oh, what do we do?”

“It’s fine,” Namjoon suggests, “we just need to provide better results for the school and then they’ll see that we deserve to be here.”

“And what if we can’t,” Min counters, “what if they do shut us down? The parents can’t afford to send their children to those other schools. Huh? Did the fucking school board think about that?”

“Do not swear in my office, Min Yoongi,” the principal warns, “this isn’t the time for anger, it’s the time for action. We have no other choice.” He takes a deep breath and turns to the coach. “Hoseok, you’ll need to pick one team that you feel has the best chance at making regionals and put all your training time into them. Taehyung, can you please start brainstorming some ways you and your class could fundraise, and Yoongi: I know there’s a national mathematics competition coming up in a couple weeks. It’s late notice, but I need you to get a team together. It seems like that’s the quickest way to get national recognition since our sports teams need to go through the regional phase. And Y/n,” you glance up in confusion when he says your name, and you’re immediately taken by the somber depths in his eyes, “I am so sorry this had to happen while you were here. Your work abroad should be a positive experience, not…this nightmare.”

You shake your head resolutely. “I want to help. I want to help you and help kids. What thing I can do to help, please say it.”

He gives you a soft smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I appreciate that, Y/n. Truly.”

Before anyone can break the brief lull after the principal stops, the first bell of the day goes off. Teacher Min stands up from his chair with great pomp and circumstance and makes a show of stalking out of the office and slamming the door behind him.

One by one, the teachers file out silently like some funeral procession, with you tracking behind Namjoon. As you break out of the reception block and into the sharply cool air outside, a hand tucks around your elbow and pulls you aside.

You glance up, seeing the coach stare down at you with an indecisive look on his face. Behind him, you see a puppy-haired figure in a floral shirt and tan pants hover awkwardly, biting his lip.

You put your attention back on Hoseok when he says your name. He doesn’t let go of your elbow as he speaks. “I’m sorry that I’m asking this, but you said you wanted to help, and I could really use someone…would you mind coming in to school early to help me out with training these next few weeks? I think my soccer team has the best shot at competing, and I remember you telling Jin you could play.”

“Oh. Um, yes. Well, I’m not sure. The way to school alone I don’t know. I go by Jimin’s car.”

He gives you a little grin. “I’ll pick you up, Jimin’s house isn’t far from mine, and it’s on the way anyway. We start training at 6, so I’ll pick you up 5:45?”

Your heart drops in your chest and your smile becomes a little strained. “Okay.”

“Great!”

He drops your arm but gives you a delicate pat on the cheek and runs off to class. You blink dumbly, caught off-guard by that unexpected contact, but before you can look around to try and find where Namjoon’s gotten off to, you’re approached by the man who was waiting for you. He jogs up to you with relief.

“Hello, Y/n! Did you sleep well?”

You nod at Taehyung. “I did, thank you.”

“Good!” He clears his throat a little, kicking at the ground. “I, um, I’m really glad you wanted to come on the art excursion. Having extra staff always helps, especially since the parents who are helping out don’t know what they’re doing, and… Well. I’m mostly happy that you wanted to come so that I can get to know you better. You’re really pretty, you know.”

You feel yourself light up with an uncontrollable blush. “Oh, thank you! Um, you’re very pretty too. Man-pretty. The right word I don’t know.”

He breaks into a wide, boxy smile, and ruffles his hair shyly. “Man-pretty? I like it. Anyway, you should probably get to class now but I’ll come get you when it’s time to go, okay?”

You send him a warm smile and an excited nod. “Yes, okay!”

He hesitates a moment longer, eyes roaming over your face with an oddly spaced-out look on his face, then gives you a curt nod and walks away with a little bounce in his step.

You look around for Namjoon, only to see him ten or so meters away, giving you an amused grin. You flush again and jog to catch up with him.

-

You watch warily as the math teacher slams open the door to the staffroom, lands his eyes on you, and approaches you swiftly. You can’t help but let out a little yelp as he comes closer, forcing you to back up until the small of your back hits the kitchen bench and he cages you in with an arm on the bench either side of you. You clutch tightly on to your mug of hot chocolate. “Um, hello?”

“If I ask you something, can you promise me you’ll never tell another soul?”

Your eyes widen. “Um, it depends on what you need to ask me. Maybe yes?”

His lip quirks a little. “Okay, fair enough. If you have any respect for me as a person, you won’t tell anyone. Especially Seokjin. Or Jungkook. Or- Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”

You breathe shallowly with nerves, but he’s close enough that you can smell his cologne through the wafting steam of the hot chocolate. “Yes, okay, yes.”

“Good. I need someone to help me with the mathletes team.”

“Oh, I don’t-”

“Don’t worry, I won’t push your intellect and ask you to do any actual math.” You glare at him reproachfully. “I just need someone to help me put together some PowerPoint presentations each week. I’m not good with technology.”

You snort before you can think better of it. His eyes narrow and you clear your throat, trying to school your expressions. “I can do it. PowerPoint is very easy.”

He scoffs and pulls back, finally giving you space to breathe. “It’s not that easy! Jungkook once got on my computer and changed all my font preferences to comic sans and now I don’t know how to get rid of it. And he made it so that every time I type my name it corrects to Lil Meow Meow.” He pouts cutely, though you don’t think he’s aware that he’s doing so. “I haven’t been able to put together a decent PowerPoint for my students since last May.”

You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek and manage to keep composed enough to nod, humming a little since you didn’t trust yourself to speak without laughing again.

“Okay, come with me.”

You falter. “What? I go to the museum with Taehyung now. I don’t have time now.”

Min frowns. “Tell him you’re busy. I need you.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t.”

He sighs like he hasn’t slept in a thousand years. “Y/n, I thought I could trust you. Alright then, after school you can tell Jimin you’re having dinner with me. We can sort out the presentations for the next few days.”

Your mouth falls open a little. Would this be what your year looked like? Everyone else telling you exactly how you’d spend your time?

The door opened again, Taehyung practically skipping into the staffroom, before freezing in his tracks. “Am I interrupting something?”

Min shoots you a warning glance. “No, not at all.” He ducks closer under the pretense of reaching behind you for a tissue off the bench, and whispers directly into your ear, “will you come?”

He pulls back, holding the tissue awkwardly, and you nod at him. He gives you a curt nod back and leaves the room swiftly.

Taehyung’s mouth dangles open a little. “Uh, are we all good to go?”

“Y-yeah, we are.”

Hi all, sorry this one’s a little short, I just had four midterms and an oral test in the space of a week so ya girl was a little pressed for time! I’m on a break over Easter though so hopefully more to come soon!

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