#what am i doing all the way down here oh god

[crowsghosts]

Crow’s shrines were never elaborate, nor would they like it that way. All he needed was a simple, golden scale with whatever trinkets their worshippers thought were best to offer. Justice would answer their prayers.

And yet, for a hundred and fifty years, Crow left the prayers unanswered.

Their grief over the sudden death of two friends left the god shattered into pieces. All the prayers they had received were nothing more than whispers in the night, and even an outcry could not overpower the flood of Crow’s own tears. As the years past, the offerings slowly trickled down until Crow received nothing more than an old candy wrapper.

And yet, a young girl persisted in making offerings. At first, Justice didn’t pay much attention to the efforts, but turned his head out of curiosity as the girl grew older. Why was she doing this? Was anyone telling her that there wasn’t a point anymore? That the god had abandoned them?

Crow watched as with each passing year, the girl continued to bring trinkets to any one of his shrines without a prayer asking for their help.

And maybe this was the push that had gotten the god out of their rut and back into fighting tyrants, just as they always done before.

As more decades passed, Crow could hear the old prayers grow past the once-tiny whispers, answering each plea for help. The number of trinkets amassed from their shrine offerings slowly returned to its usual numbers, but he could distinguish the girl’s offerings from the rest. She didn’t miss a single year, either.

By the time the now elderly woman was reaching her end, she noticed someone knocking on her door, and opened it.

“May I help you, sir?” She asked warmly.

“No, no. I’m just briefly passing by, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course, dear. Have a seat.”

Crow slowly moved inside, observing the room around them until he spotted his shrine: the simple, golden scale, as the old lady placed a small chocolate in front of it.

“Don’t mind this. I’ve had this tradition since I was a little girl,” she explained, “I’ve been told only to gift to Justice’s shrine if I needed help from him, but I’m sure they don’t mind a normal offering.”

So that was why she left trinkets without a prayer. Crow tilted their head with mild curiosity and content.

“How did you find out about him? Didn’t they vanish for a while?”

“Oh, yes, that’s what everyone else kept saying!” The lady chuckled, “But even if he were gone forever, it still wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

There was a moment of silence from Crow. The god wasn’t expecting such an answer.

“… and what would you do if they were sitting here with you at this moment?”

“Oh, just treat him like any other guest! Why do you ask?”

“Well…”

Crow stood and took an object out of his pocket, revealing an old candy wrapper.

“I don’t know if this is enough proof to show that I am Justice, but I wanted to swing by and say thanks. I was in a rough spot when I noticed you were leaving offerings at my shrines.”

The god placed the wrapper back in his pocket before slowly clasping his hands around the old woman’s.

“From this moment forward, you and your family have my protection and blessing. No tyrant or bully can harm you as long as your bloodline lasts.”

The old lady stood in stunned silence, processing what she had just heard. From what she heard, Justice rarely, if ever, gave anyone his blessing, so to even be gifted it herself…

The woman simply smiled in gratitude.

“It’s an honour, sir.”

While other god's shrines are magnificent, yours is a bit too humbling. And yet a little girl visits you every year after stumbling upon it, never missing a year even as she grows old. Deeply moved, you decide to give her a parting gift greater than what any other God would dare to give.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

"He's coming!" your coworker whispers to you, bouncing for a moment before regaining her composure as he walked through the door. He approaches the counter, glancing at her before staring at you. He's carrying a bouquet of roses and a red box wrapped with a white bow.

"You're here for her, right?" she asks, pointing at you. He nods, and she turns, giving you two thumbs up as she walks past you, moving to the other side of the coffee bar. You pause, unsure, but eventually make your way to the register.

"Your usual?" you ask, but he shakes his head.

"Not today." He hands out the flowers and box. "For you."

"I..." You don't know what to say, so you just take the gifts, giving an awkward smile. "Thank you...?"

He nods towards the box.

"Open it."

You try not to show how nervous you are, putting down the roses on the counter. You peel the white ribbon from the box, taking off the red lid.

"Holy fuck?" you whisper, putting down the lid and pulling out a string of pearls. "What is this?"

"They're pearls."

"Yeah, I can see that, but why are you giving them to me?"

"Do you not like them?"

"No, I do like pearls, but–" You put the pearls back in the box, staring up at him. "Why are you giving them to me?"

"So you can wear them."

You roll your eyes.

"What? No, really? I thought I was supposed to eat them."

He smiles.

"You're funny. I like that."

You sigh, putting the lid back on the box, setting it down on the counter.

"Look, you've been really nice, but I don't think this is appropriate."

He glares.

"Why?"

"Well," you start, fiddling with your fingers, "I don't think your girlfriend would like you giving me all these things."

"I don't have a girlfriend." You blink.

"Well, I don't think your boyfriend would—"

He laughs, deep and gruff. It makes your stomach flip in the best way.

"I'm not into men."

"Then... well, why would you—"

"Look," he starts, leaning against the counter. "I want you to wear those pearls. I want you to wear the perfume I got you too. I want you to wear them to dinner with me."

Your cheeks burn. You swallow hard.

"W-Why do you want to have dinner with me?"

"You'll see." He stands up, reaching his hand out. "May I see your phone?"

You hesitate, but reach into your pocket, unlocking your phone and handing it to him. He takes it gently—holy fuck his hands are big—and taps at the screen for a little while. He hands the phone back to you, smirking at you. You read the screen, seeing his phone number and contact name: Future Husband 💕.

You sputter, wondering if your face could burn any hotter as you look up at him.

"Send me your address: I'll pick you up on Friday at seven."

Before you can respond, he turns and walks away, leaving the coffee shop. Your coworker squeals behind you.

"Oh my god, girl! I am totally living vicariously through you."

You huff, changing his phone contact to something more sensible.

Buff Guy

[witchyliterature]

GOOD AND PLENTY; K.B

witchy tip

➤ sprinkling a pinch of black pepper into your bath water banishes negativity

cw: suggestive, implications of grinding (whoops), consent but kat is still under spell so

17. paulo osculum (written portion!)

m.list

an hour later, katsuki put the car into park as you were sleeping soundly in the passengers seat - this was a sight katsuki could get used to.

you’re cute little snores and your peaceful expression all while your cheek was squished against the car door you slept against made katsuki’s heat beat three times faster than normal. your face was only illuminated by the moon, the cloak of darkness that swallows the sky alone seemed to avoid the bright aura you were giving off.

in katsuki’s love drunk eyes of course.

around you, he felt like he was on fire, burning and aching for an inch of your attention and doing whatever he could to calm the flames and obtain that attention.

it wasn’t a want, it was a need. katsuki needed you, and every second that he didn’t have you felt like he was going to suffocate.

he’s never felt like this before, it felt weird. abnormal, almost.

“wake up baby, we’re here.” he said, poking your cheek repeatedly until you finally gained consciousness

“h-huh? oh, alright.” you tiredly answered back, rubbing your eyes and stretching before opening the car door.

katsuki’s eyes followed your frame, dancing around your whole figure. you really were a beauty for him - that alone is something he has always thought.

it was specifically your eyes and lips, he couldn’t get enough of them. god, he just wanted to kiss you so bad.

“are you coming out or are you just gonna stare at me?” you laughed.

“i would rather just stare but anything for you princess.” katsuki replied as he got up and went to the trunk to retrieve the bags.

“you seem nervous.” katsuki’s said as he walked next to you.

“how could you tell?” you scoffed playfully.

“my eyes never leave you, that’s how.” katsuki responded, his sharp crimson eyes making you feel weak just looking at him.

“say that again and trust that these car windows will turn foggy.” you joked, looking at his slutty black vest he always wears.

“h-huh? i-i-you- ugh, you can’t just spring that onto me baby!” katsuki groaned into his hands and a wild blush appeared on his face, he was damn near red.

you laughed before grabbing hold of his hand, interlocking fingers with it.

“come on, let’s go. i am nervous honestly, im meeting my dad and i don’t even know why he isn’t present in my life. i don’t know whether i should feel happy i found him now, or angry that he didnt make the effort to find me.” you sighed.

“whatever it is, i’m by your side. forever and always, my love.” katsuki said as his hand tightened slightly around yours.

however, for a split second, the pink ring around his eyes flickered as he said that.

you looked at his eyes confusingly, what did that mean? was the spell naturally wearing off?

“is everything ok honey?” he asked, the pink ring around his eyes finally being stable again.

you sighed in.. relief. you weren’t ready to let him go.

“yes.” you responded with a firm nod.

you two finally made your way to your dads door step, katsuki knocked on the door shakily - very uncharacteristic for his nature.

“oh my goodness, are you nervous?” you asked shockingly.

“fuck off, meeting your dad is fucking killing me. i didn’t wanna meet him like this.” katsuki muttered, gritting his teeth and looking down at the ground.

you looked at him confusingly, under this spell, he rarely swears at you.

“katsuki, what do you mean?” you asked.

“huh, what did i say?” katsuki looked back up at you, the pink ring around his eye suddenly got thicker.

now you were extremely confused, love spells lasts until it’s casted away. it cannot simply be disappearing, unless you were a weaker witch than you thought. on top of that, the spell even wavering in strengths was really strange.

your silent thoughts were interrupted by the quick swing of the door. there, a man that looked exactly like you, the only difference was the different length of hair in comparison to yours.

“yn! oh how im happy to see you! please come in, my wonderful child!” your dad yelled ecstatically, grabbing you into a tight hug while pure laughter left his lips.

his hug was warm, it made you feel loved and a part of you that felt confused on how to feel suddenly knew exactly how.

you were just as happy as he was.

“i’m happy to see you too! it’s been way too long.” you responded while hugging him back.

“it truly has, oh, and is this…” your dad looked at katsuki up and down, analysing his (shaking) form.

“yes, dad thi-“

“good evening sir! my name is katsuki bakugou and i am your daughters boyfriend. please accept me into this family.” katsuki pronounced similarly to a soldier as he bowed as low as he could.

“i see, no need to bow that low!” you father laughed, picking him up.

“sorry sir!” katsuki’s responded.

“well anyways, it must have been a gruelling travel. you two must rest, tomorrow we can properly catch up.

within the blink of an eye, you both were in a spare room. it was not decorated in any special way, the walls were white, the bed had black bedsheets with two pillows. there was a closet and a bathroom within the room.

“you can teleport?” you asked him astonishingly.

“not exactly, i’m a time wizard, so i can take myself back in time to when i was in this room without effecting the state of time around me, meaning im still in the present.” your father explained as he turned on the light.

“woah, that’s so cool! how come i can’t do anything like that?” you groaned.

“you should be able to, what’s your base?” he asked.

“my what now?” you asked confusingly, dramatically titling your head to the side with the most puzzled look planted on your face.

‘cute’ katsuki thought as he looked at you, a blush sporting his face.

“you know, your specialty. like, i’m a wizard that can do lots of spells but i was specifically born with time magic.” your father explained.

“i must not have one then, i only use my book.” you answered back.

“yeah there’s no way that’s true, thought your mother would’ve taught you about these things.” your father laughed.

“well we never really talked about it, she just taught me how to do spells and then afterwards i kept memorising them.” you spoke.

“you’re memorising spells? yn, you’re meant to be a lot more powerful than you currently are. that’s why i was surprised when i found out you were only ranked 15 in your whole class.” your father explained.

“i- what?! how do you even know what?” you asked.

“come on, your dad was one of the most powerful wizards and you think i haven’t been checking up on you all these years?” your father scoffed.

“then why didn’t you ever come see me?” silence followed that question, you looked at your dad with an innocent expression which just broke him even more.

“it’s a long story, please just bare with me. tomorrow i’ll explain the whole thing tomorrow. rest.” your father spoke after the beat of silence, quickly leaving the room as the tension was getting a little too much for his taste.

“damn, i’m sorry.” katsuki said softly.

“i’m not upset, i didn’t mean to upset him either. it was a genuine questions, i guess it was too touchy to say so nonchalantly.” you sighed, sitting down on the bed which made you now realised something.

there was one bed.

for the two of you.

fuck your life.

“do you want to sleep by yourself? i wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” you had asked him, hoping for your own sake he would say yes, but to fulfil your longest wish of being able to sleep with by him.

“of course not, let’s sleep together.” katsuki replied.

“woah-“

“i-i…didn’t mean it like that” he said embarrassingly, his tone surprisingly soft as if to match the pitch of the room.

“it fine, im just teasing.” you giggled.

katsuki sat on the bed next to you, taking off his shoes while you followed suit.

soon, both you two flopped onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh as the long journey nearly made you pass out entirely.

katsuki turned his head to looked at you, analysing your facial features, the ones he come to love.

“i mean, we could if you wanted to.” katsuki said shyly, his face becoming flushed once again.

“what?” you asked, turning your head to face him.

“as in… we could, you know. all i’m saying is that i’ve always been down to.” katsuki muttered once more, his tone increasingly becoming more quiet as he finished his sentence.

it was now your turn to feel shy, it’s not like you didn’t want to. it’s just, the situation was certainly not ideal. for starters, you both are in your dads house - it would be an extremely awkward morning if he heard. secondly, the spell was clearly at work, even though he consented, it’s doesn’t exactly feel right to do so.

however, the boy you’ve been into for a little over a year, the boy that’s been giving you mixed signals, the boy who you’ve had midnight rendezvous with is finally telling you what you both have been wanting to do. i mean, fuck, how are you supposed to say no to that?

‘don’t give in, stay strong yn!’ you could hear ochako’s voice ringing in your mind and she was right.

it wasn’t fair to do this with him while he was under a spell, but it was even more unfair that he’s saying all the things you’ve ever wanted him to say to your face.

today was the last day he would ever be under this spell, the last day he would probably ever look at you with those desperate eyes and rosy cheeks. the look he gave you that felt like you were the only girl in the world, no, within his universe. who were you not to give in to his desires?

so what’s a little kiss, right?

you slowly inched closer to his face, his breath fanning more and more of your face the smaller the distance closed between you both. his eyes frantically moving from one eye to another, then to your lips where they stayed with the upmost concentration.

soon, you two were as close as possible, the nerves were bubbling up in you but you didn’t know why.

it’s not like it was the first time you both were in a similar position.

maybe it’s different because you know somethings going to come of it, if you two were to kiss right now, it would be your first ever, specifically, the first ever shared between katsuki and you. all those nights were you guys came close to ripping each other apart were only sensed with the slight change in tension or distance.

this was different, so different, and it felt so wrong that it become right in you’re head. somehow you convinced yourself that you were doing the both of your a favour with this - you were so fucked.

but somewhere between you convincing yourself that this was right and you reliving the past, your lips imprinted onto his softly.

you both were careful, testing the waters as your lips pressed onto one another innocently.

but the innocence soon left when katsuki bit your bottem lip softly, causing you to open your mouth in surprise and him inviting his tongue into your mouth.

it became nasty and erotic as both your lips moved ferociously, both battling to swallow the other whole. your spit being shared in a heated dance of your tongues, the sound of wet lips smacking filling your ears and getting you more hot and bothered.

the kiss sloppy, more passionate, more desperate.

soon, katsuki lifted you onto him like it was nothing and fuck, was that hot. you yelped slightly in surprised yet never leaving his mouth.

you were straddling him, still kissing him for a few more seconds before he pulled away, only to have his hands plant firmly on your hips and move your hips against his softly, little grunts coming out of his mouth.

you started delicately moaning along with him, both your voices orchestrating the best song you’ve ever heard that represents the symphony of your pleasures and desires.

yet, frustration started bubbling up inside as your mind started to wonder as you remembered what ochako had told you before you left once more.

‘don’t give in, stay strong yn!’ her voice rang through your head like a mantra, similar to when an ad interrupts your favourite song and it really pissed you off.

‘don’t give in’ you thought to yourself, this may be everything your hoped for but you cannot allow yourself to succumb to the illusions, the illustrations, the fantasy.

even though you felt so good right now, he felt so good right now, you had to remind yourself that you’re only falling for your spell, not katsuki bakugou.

you gently pushed yourself off of him, slowly disconnecting from his perfect body that fitted with yours without a fault. your eyes were glued to his plump lips which almost made your body instinctively gravitate back into his warm hold.

“let’s get ready for bed.” you smiled, getting off of him and walking quickly to the bathroom so that he couldn’t see your tears of frustration spill out.

“huh?” was the last thing you heard from him the entire night.

[witha-boxofscraps]

Walter Hartwell White makes me so inexplicably angry because oh my god at one point he’s like “Jesse. Do not call here. Do not come here. Do not contact me in any way ever when I am at home. Do not call when I’m at work. Do not come to my work. Do not contract me in any way ever when I am at work.” Which, you know, when they’re running a highly illegal meth lab, is a pretty valid ground rule to lay down.

But the next second he’s like “Jesse. Pick up the phone right now. You have nothing more important to be doing. I’m calling from my home. I’m coming to yours. I’m demanding your landlord gives me a spare key to let me in. I’m breaking down the door.”

One second he’s shouting “You’re a pathetic, useless junkie who can’t follow simple, rudimentary instructions.”

The next he’s like “Jesse. Jesse, listen to me. I am the only person in the world who understands what you’ve been through. The only person in the world who understands you. You can trust me, wholly and utterly. I am responsible for making sure you make Good Choices. I will save you from yourself. I call you son when I’m worried about you. I missed the birth of my daughter but I’m not as angry as I should be because I’m still worried about you. I called my own son your name by accident.”

And then the fucking next it’s like “I know where Pinkman is.” And he rats him out to be killed, only to let him be taken and tortured for 6 months by fucking neonazis.

And by that point, you think it’s over.

BUT THEN HES LIKE LOOKING AT JESSE WHO LOOKS LIKE A BEATEN DOG AND JESSE CANT MAKE EYE CONTACT AND HES NOT SORRY. HES NOT. BUT ITS STILL, AFTER ALL THIS TIME, “I’ll save you. I’ll save you from them. I’ll save you from yourself. But more importantly, I’ll save you from me.” AND HE FUCKING PUSHES JESSE TO THE GROUND AND SHIELDS HIM WITH HIS OWN BODY, TAKING A BULLET IN THE PROCESS THAT ULTIMATELY KILLS THE GREAT HEISENBERG.

I FUCKING CANT.

[nanenna]

Danny opened his front door to find his two best friends on the other side, both with overnight bags. “Hey, sleepover!” Danny greeted happily. 

“Sleepover!” Sam and Tucker agreed as Danny ushered them in. He'd just finished gathering all the supplies for a blanket fort, his old PS4 already set up and waiting for them to pick a game.

“I've already got pizzas on the way,” Sam said as she dropped her bag next to the couch, its cushions in a pile on the floor.

“Did your parents say where they were going? This weekend trip seems pretty sudden.” Tucker set his bag down next to Sam's. 

“Not really,” Danny replied, already back to setting up the blanket fort. “It was pretty sudden though, usually they give more than a day's warning. Just ‘Bye Danny, have a good weekend’ and hopped in the GAV.”

“Probably some conference they just learned about,” Sam said with an eye roll.

“I dunno, they actually keep pretty on top of those, usually can't shut up about them in the weeks leading up.”

“Someone spotted Mothman over by Lake Eerie,” Tucker said with a sage nod.

Sam and Danny snickered at the suggestion. It didn't take long to finish setting up the blanket fort, the pizza and soda arriving not long after. They all changed into comfy clothes and laid out on the pile of blankets Danny had raided the linen closet and everyone's beds for.

It was later in the evening before Tucker brought it up again. “What's the GAV doing in Jersey?”

“Jersey?” Danny asked with a wrinkled nose. “Oh no!”

“Oh no what?” Sam asked absently, lining up a headshot

“What part of Jersey?” Danny dropped his controller and leaned over to look at Tucker's tablet.

“Looks like… Metropolis?”

“Shit, they're in Gotham!” Danny got up and went running off. He came back with a pair of shoes he was hurriedly trying to put on while hopping around on one foot.

“What's in Gotham?” Sam asked, “And why didn't they bring me?”

“The dead Robin!” Danny finally managed to get a shoe on, but the other had vanished somewhere along the way.

“What?” Both his friends asked in clear confusion.

“You know how weird they've been about me being a ghost? Oh, there it is! Anyway, they got some kind of ghost marriage ceremony inspo and when they asked me who I wanted to marry I sarcastically said the dead Robin.”

Sam started laughing.

“This isn't funny! They're probably chasing down Batman right now to ask him to marry me to his dead son.”

“Shit,” Sam murmured, suddenly not laughing.

“Yeah,” Tucker agreed.

“So I gotta go bring them home before they torpedo any hope I have of joining the Justice League!”

“I still don't see why you're so hung up on them,” Sam said dismissively. 

“How else am I gonna get into space?” Danny asked. “Anyway, I'm off!” He transformed and leapt out of the house, racing for New Jersey.

✨️🌟✨️

It took a while to get to Gotham, find the GAV with his tracking app, and then find where his parents were because they weren't in the GAV. They were on a rooftop nearby. Having a showdown with a very tense looking Batman.

Fortunately there was a fire escape with a ladder up to the roof. Danny dropped onto it, transformed, and just lifted up to right under the roof's edge. He poked his head up and yelled, “Mom! Dad!”

They both looked over and smiled, waving. “Danny, we didn't expect to see you here.”

“Danno look! We found this Batman guy!”

Danny hauled himself up onto the roof and ran over to his parents. “Oh my god, I can't believe you two!” He grabbed their hands and started dragging them away from the vigilante. “I was being sarcastic, stop embarrassing me in front of one of the founding members of the Justice League!”

“Aw, Danny! There's nothing embarrassing about love!”

“I'm not in love, I've never even met the guy!”

“Your mother's right, why look at us, son!”

“Still not in love! And even if I were, I'm sixteen! That's way too young to get married!” They were almost to the edge of the roof now, thankfully his parents weren't really resisting his incessant pulling.

“But Danno,” Jack started to say.

“I'm not even done with high school yet! I'd rather focus on that right now.”

“Danny, is finishing high school your lingering attachment?” Maddie seemed touched, cooing over her baby boy.

“Yeah, sure, my tanked grades caused sooooo much unrest. Can we just go home now?”

“Sure, Danny. We can help you with your homework and everything.”

Danny gave a sigh of relief as his parents started down the ladder on their own. They would probably hyperfixate on his grades a little too much, but so long as he passes Danny really doesn't care. He turned and waved at Batman, “Sorry my parents bothered you, they can be a bit dense sometimes.” Then he hopped down to the fire escape and started herding his parents down, resigned to spending the next while stuck in the GAV with them to make sure they actually went home.

✨️🌟✨️

The comms exploded with chatter the moment the teenager disappeared over the roof.

“Wow, Hood, your future husband sure has spunk!”

“I like him already, we should go welcome him into the family.”

“Fuck off, I'm not dating a high schooler!”

“New brother-in-law.”

“Hood and Danny, sitting in a tree!🎶”

“I approve of your betrothed. Just keep your displays of obnoxious affection behind closed doors.”

“Fuck you too, demon brat!”

“Aaaaww… Little Wing! No need to be so embarrassed!”

“I'm hurt you kept your boyfriend from us!”

“When's the wedding? I'll clear my schedule.”

“Fuck you guys, I'm turning my comms off.”

“You think I'll let you? Take your teasing like a man, Hood!”

“Et tu, Oracle?”

Accidental Arranged Marriage AU (v1)

After a reveal gone... weird, the Fentons believe Danny is dead and haunting them and is in denial when he claims to be half alive. They mourn him, and maybe even blame themselves and their research for causing him to become a ghost rather than dying properly.

But he is still their son, and they can't bear to hurt him, so they instead turn to superstitions and traditions from other cultures to try to get him to "move on" or "appease his restless spirit" or "put him at rest."

(Danny is actually eating better than ever now that his parents are regularly leaving out offerings of food at his altar.)

Eventually they come across the ancient Chinese practice of ghost marriage and decide to give it a shot. Maybe Dann-o can't move on because he died single, right? According to their research, ghosts would sometimes appear in their family's dream to tell them which other deceased person they want to marry, so Jack and Maddie hold a seance to consult their dead son.

(you could've just asked, y'know. You don't have to light candles and incense every time you try to talk to me.)

Danny, by this point is exasperated by his parents' failed and increasingly ridiculous attempts, decides to play along and says he wants to marry the Dead Robin.

He didn't expect this to be the time his parents' hairbrained plans actually sorta works.

Anyway, now Danny has to find the poor ghost he accidentally married so that they can get a ghost divorce. Well, guess his parents are getting rid of him after all, because looks like he's going to Gotham.

Now if only the Bats would stop looking at him so weird whenever he says he needs find the dead Robin so that they can annul their marriage.

"Red Hood, what did you do!?!"

"Fuck off! I swear I've never met this guy in my life!"

Version 2

[hannahssimblr]

Odd sensation, the tattoo gun. On the internet, they said the forearm wasn’t bad. One of the least painful spots, which is why I try to suppress my wince as the needle buzzes over my skin. 

“It’s more painful when you’re tired or dehydrated, by the way,” says Kwan, the artist, her chewing gum smacking in her mouth over the sound of thrash metal. 

“Right, right. I guess I’m always dehydrated a bit.”

“He never drinks water,” Jonas pipes up from the sofa. “I remind him of it all the time, but he won’t.”

“Everything wrong with my life probably comes back to that,” I grin at Kwan, and the corner of her mouth ticks up. 

“You’re cute,” she says. “Pretty little face. How old are you guys?”

“Twenty,” Jonas says. “At least me. Jude is still nineteen.”

“Wow. Little babies,” Kwan wipes pooling black ink with a tissue, revealing a thin curved line along my forearm. Weird, I think, looking at it. That’s there forever now. Every day until I’m dead, I’ll look down and there’ll be something on my arm. 

“And what brings you to Phuket?” 

“Well, to be honest, Kwan, we came here just for you,” I say. Her eyes flick to my face, and she sighs with resignation. “You’re good, you know that? You’re going to go far. Going to break some hearts.” 

“We’re backpacking,” Jonas clarifies. “Bangkok for a week, Phuket for another, then we’re going to the Phi Phi Islands and Koh Samui. Jude is acting on complete impulse with this tattoo. I think he is probably trying to flirt so that you like him.”

“And the mango,” she says, now delicately inking the leaves. “Is it personally significant?”

“No, I just liked it. Your art is nice. Never thought I’d get a tattoo because I thought they were all, you know, big thick lines and shit, but yours…”

“Thank you.”

“And like, I guess the mangoes here taste really good, so I could say it’s a memento of my time in Thailand.”

Kwan exhales a laugh. “And not too much between your ears, I see, which is good. Otherwise I think you would doom womankind.”

I grin. “God, Kwan, I love when women insult me. It’s my bread and butter.”

The tattoo gun hits a nervy patch of skin near my inner elbow and I hiss through my teeth. “Ah!”

“Too much?” 

Then I laugh. “Yes. No. Maybe it depends, doesn’t it? I hope this is worth it.”

Later, strolling the beach, I take a photograph of my arm wrapped in plastic and send it to my mother. 

Look what I did.  Why would you do that to your body???? 

She gets back. 

Is that permanent??? 

I cackle. 

“What are you laughing at? Did you send that to Astrid?”

“No, to my mom. She doesn’t approve.”

“Oh,” Jonas frowns, as though this is of deep concern. “Doesn’t her reaction disappoint you?”

“No, I knew she’d hate it, and now she’s going to show my dad and he’ll hate it even more. It was the same when I pierced my ears on holidays. He doesn’t think men should do things like that, and whatever.”

“And you like that he is outraged?”

“Yeah, it’s funny. He hates everything I do regardless, so like, might as well lean the whole way in, you know?”

“You should send the picture to your dad.”

“Nah, I don’t really… I don’t, like, text him… or anything like that.”

“Never?”

“Nah. He wouldn’t respond, anyway. It’s better to get a reaction from my mom.”

He hesitates, getting ready to attempt some conversation, no doubt, that I haven’t much interest in having. I feel my defences rise before he opens his mouth. A blanket of emotional exhaustion settling over me. “You haven’t spoken too much about your father before,” he says. “I assumed you are not close, but—” 

“Please,” I say. “Let’s not.”

“But I am just thinking about how—”

“Jonas, it really doesn’t have to be like this. It’s really not a fun conversation to have.”

“Right. It’s just that you’ve even had dinner with my stepfather when he came to visit, and you know all about my father and my half brother and–”

“Yeah, I know. Max was a nice man. It was a nice dinner, but just because you’ve shared stuff with me doesn’t mean I have to share back.”

“But don’t you think since we’ve known each other for months now, and we are friends, that you should tell me something about your family?”

“You telling me personal things doesn’t make you entitled to know things about me.”

“Yes, but just some basic facts. What is your father’s name?” 

“Chris.”

“Christian?”

“Topher. Christopher.”

“And he is American.”

“Yes.”

Jonas leaves space for me to elaborate, and I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. How old I do feel when people ask me about my dad? Twelve, every single time. Twelve, and destroying his stupid rare collector’s book purely for attention. He lost his mind and whacked my face with the back of his hand. Wedding ring rapped across a cheekbone. Was exhilarating to see him display an emotion. I remember laughing on the floor with hysterical glee among the shredded pages. A vindictive little winner. 

“He was born in California. He has four brothers. He studied dental medicine at the University of New Mexico, then he got my mom pregnant and married her.”

Another pause. “I see it was difficult for you to say that.”

“It was fine.”

“He was in university when you were born?”

“Yeah. He was twenty-one.”

“And your mother?”

“Nineteen.” 

“Your age.”

“Yes, my age. Terrible for her, I suppose. I don’t know. She’s fine. They’re both fine.”

He nods. “So you are determined to remain a mystery.”

“I’m determined to enjoy my trip, to be honest.”

“Well, thank you for sharing facts about your father.”

My arm is already sweating under the layers of plastic, beaten by the sun. Kwan said I shouldn’t expose the tattoo to sunlight. Then why did I get this thing? On holidays by the beach, about to spend another two weeks island hopping, and how hot is it? Thirty-seven? Forty? Sometimes my own reasonings are mysterious to me. 

“Let’s do something else,” I say, agitated by myself and everything around me. “What’s next?”

“You just got a tattoo, and now you are already looking for more excitement?”

“Yes, come on, I’m bored.”

“Okay, okay, let’s think of something.”

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[jasontoddspussy]

hanahaki au. but the disease/curse is built so that if its strong enough it'll like, give symptoms to whoever is the cause of the thing in the first place.

jason has hanahaki. his hanahaki is caused by his self hate, and jealousy. he's deep deep down envious of dick. he wants to be loved so, so badly. he wants to have a family. and yet he was betrayed. the bats dont like or trust him. he hates himself so so much.

and the hanahaki seizes him then. making him cough up blue flowers (im unsure which yet, this is just like base idea)

its so strong that *dick* coughs up flowers - marigolds. and he's like. wtf. he contacts and talks to raven abt it who tells him the curse isn't within him - whoever that flower represents is the one dying right now. and dick being dick finds out its jason and tries to save him. he tries to like. hang out with jason more. he tries to be there for him. and jason is aggresive and annoyed and finally ends up coughing up bloody flowers and dicks like please, jay. you know i love you. and jasons like. no, you don't. not in the way i need you to.

what jason means; you don't love who i am now, you love the dead kid i was. you don't trust me now. you wish i was still dead and that i'd never come back to life.

what dick *Thinks* jason means: i'm in love with you, but i know you see me as only a brother and that you can't reciprocate.

and dick thinks to himself "oh god. jasons in love with me." and decides then and there, that he's gonna beat the curse into the ground with the affection that jason needs, because the curse will "wilt" away if it's tricked into thinking the love is returned. he's gonna have to act like an interested lover, he thinks, or else jason will die.

he starts out slowly. initiating more body contact. he has to be slow or else jason will realise whats going on and then he might die quicker. it takes him weeks but jasons drunk and they're together drinking and dick kisses him, pretending to be drunk (he's tipsy but nowhere near as drunk as jason is) and jasons like ? dickie? what're you...doing? we- you shouldn't do this, we shouldn't- we're siblings- and dicks like shh sh it's okay jaybird, i got you it's okay

they kiss but it turns into making out and dick *loathes* that he can just do that while jason is all blushing and kinda innocent/confused, that he can do this to his *Brother* - and jasons like you cant be serious, you want to- to have sex? with *me*? and dicks like well, if you want to. we can also not. and jasons like why would you want to do that with me. we're siblings. and dicks like "you're a crimelord, jason" and jasons like yeah but also have you seen me? im more scar tissue than flesh. i have a pussy, im big and hairy and-

and dick hasn't looked at jasons body naked like that. he hasn't studied him. he couldn't bring himself to. and jasons still like. going on about how he doesn't understand how anyone, much less golden boy dick grayson, could look at him and see something attractive. and dick feels so, so guilty abt doing this but he can't stop, he has to keep going to save jason's life.

in the smut scene it's like... dick is trying to tell jason he's gorgeous and what not bcs it doesnt sound like jason has a lot of confidence, which is a surprise to him, and instead of letting himself think too much about it, he.. hotdogs? him is that the term, and jasons just flushed and pliant and needy and dicks like... i got condoms and lube... if you want to? and jason says ok. but uh. i dont know what im doing.. im..ive never done this. before. so, uh. yeah. and dick screams inside himself at the fact he's taking his little brother's virginity but outside just nods and assures jason its okay, they're safe here this is okay-

i havent decided yet if this is purposeful or not but the condom is broken. and jason ends up getting knocked up. and dick is so confused bcs the curse should be done but it's *not*-

and he realises...

he may... not have any idea about who jason is. because red hood, the man he thought he knew, is a dramatic, extremely talented fighter & assassin who is cunning and a masterplanner, self assured and a hardass.

but the drunk jason was just a mess of self-hate and maybe- maybe the curse isn't because he's in love with dick, but because he's in love with what dick *has*, because jason hates himself and dick-

dick just fucked his little brother and he may or may not have fucked their entire relationship up.

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 55

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*Grian's pov*

You sigh in relief, that was close... too close, you almost had to think about some of the stuff you really don't want to aknowledge.... Hopefully Joel doesn't get funny ideas from that.

Sure, you might have gotten a slight bit attached to one mortal...or two...but it's just more fun this way! Yes! Nothing more to it. Nothing at all... And well you don't need to justify yourself to him anyway! Who is he to question you? ... Outside of like being the literal sky.

You are digging your metaphorical hole deeper at this point.

...

ANYWAY, It's time to go back to your vessel now, It's been a long enough time that it shouldn't be too weird for you to wake up... Well it might still be but at this point you are too bored to care.

You just give it a bit of a push and you open your eyes.

Ugh, It's way too bright in here and now that you are back inside the body the pain has somewhat returned, going to have to fix that at one point tll. You never understood why humans were made to be so fleshy and weak and sickly in the first place...

You push yourself up on the medical bef, the muscle mass in the arms is mostly intact with minimal athropy luckily, the legs are pretty much the same so not an horrible state by mortal standards at least... The door to the room opens, It's a nurse... She seems shocked to see you awake, she quickly dashes to your bedside to check on some monitors near you...then after a few minutes of questions that you really didn't care about she nods and leaves to make a call...

Soon after Cub burst trough the door, covered from head to toe in water.

"Grian? I was told you were up."

"That I am ..."

You should probably be asking questions right, they think you have been unconcious for the last week or so.

"... What happened? The uh nurse that found me when I woke up didn't explain much."

There! Perfect! Now he thinks you are clueless and your divinity is once more kept secret, good job you!

"You ...got shot protecting Hotguy from a sniper"

"And how long was I...?"

"Oh just... A bit more less then two weeks"

"Hmm."

...

The silence that follows is akward, you just want to get this over with so you can leave and the two of you barely know eachother... You really want to ask about what the associations current plans are for you but you can't just ask that, you already made Cub suspicious with the blood samples way before everything went down...

...Ok maybe you can phrase it in a non-suspicious way, It's a better option then laying on the bed for who knows how long.

"So... What now?"

"Uh?"

"Can I like ...leave now?" That should sound earnest enough hopefully.

"What?"

Cub is not the expressive type, you have gathered that from the little you have seen of him. This is not an exception, he just tilts his head before giggling a bit, you really can't tell if It's genuine or not.

"Grian, you just woke up from a coma you- you can't just...you can't just get up and leave."

"Oh..."

Well then, you messed it up, he's -

"Where would you even get that idea? Is that something you have done before? Wake up from a possibly life ending injury and just leave?"

There is a right answer is. . . You don't know what that is, you have no clue what he wants you to say. So you do a bit of gambling.

"Yes yes, many times, all the time"

His smile falters a bit, this somehow feels more like genuine confusion or thought...he just looks at you, did you say the wrong thing? You should have just done the mind reading trick... No, you gave yourself a challenge, if you just used all your powers this wouldn't be any fun anymore.

...

He doesn't even say anything else he just keeps looking, you tilt your head a bit and it seems to bring him back.

"Right... Well, I'll be speaking with the medical staff then."

"Sure."

He slowly gets up and after a few seconds goes to open the door and leave... He stops just as he reaches for the door.

"And Grian?"

"Yeah?"

"Scar is worried, should -"

"Tell him to come by."

"Alright"

And like that he's gone.

*End of Chapter 10*

[cleolinda]

JANUARY 3: This is the Silent Hill 2 remake, I don't usually play video games, and I can't get out of the parking lot.

JANUARY 5, TWO WEEKS AGO: I have since made a lot of progress in my limited game time, but this is from my second attempt at playing. I was still learning to walk. As such, already knowing the game really well from watching streamers play it, I wanted to settle into the first couple of areas and work on basic skills like a baby deer. I... certainly practiced something.

Yes, this was my genuine reaction. It's just humorous yelling rather than scary yelling.

--

[Comments directed at my player character are in parentheses.]

Okay, I have walked James to the town. Very impressed with myself. I'll explain that story later. I have a very short amount of time in which I am alone in the house and can scream if necessary. Okay, we're gonna—we're gonna do a leisurely jog. 

(No, that's the wall. That's my fault. That's on me.) 

Camera? Nobody told me that the camera is the most impart—the most important part of moving forward. That was my trouble yesterday. Camera...? [I pilot James badly.] (Okay, that's on me. I don't want to run you into the railing. That's on me.) Okay, we can't go that way, can we? That's the whole thing. Okay, we gotta turn around, this what I thought. Mooove the camera. 

I'm trying to get us to the combat. I'm trying to get us to the combat tutorial because—before people come home—(that's the rail, that's the rail. That's on me. That's not you, that's on me). I'm trying to get us to the combat so I can find out exactly how steep the learning curve is gonna be—listen, this monster is very hard for a lot of people. If I get my ass beat, there's no shame in that. (That's the wall. Don't—don’t go into the wall.) There's no shame in that, but I want to know how hard it is actually going to be for me to learn this. I'm just trying to feel this out before I… (Keep—you’re doing good. You're doing great) ...before I subject all of y'all to 11 hours of me dying horribly. Okay—okay, he's really huffing and puffing, it's very realistic, here we go. 

(You're good, you're good with gates. We got you good at that. Come on, here we go. Go through the gate. Thank you. Thank you. All right. We're doing great. You're doing—you’re doing so good. Here we go. Oh—jog. Pinky finger [on the shift key for sprint], here we go. Camera, moving the camera for you. All right. Jog—that's trash, that’s—that's a dumpster. I didn't mean for that. Okay.) 

Flower shop? I’m not—I have watched the cut scene with Angela [in the cemetery]. I actually really wanna talk about the flower shop a lot, but we're not gonna do that today. This is not an official gameplay recording [video]. We are just going to haul ass and get to—that's a door. Okay, that's not the flower shop. Here we go. 

(Power walk! Come on, we got this. That—that's barbed wire, we don't wanna go into that, okay. Here we go.) 

This is just a—you’re probably going, why are you rushing through this? Because it’s a really long jog down a really long road, and it's very liminal and purposeful, but… nothing is happening, nothing is going to happen, until you get that first weapon. 

[I didn't express this idea very well: I was trying to learn the controls and basic skills, and I wouldn't be able to really practice exploring the town until I could break windows with the melee weapon. I knew the game well from watching playthroughs, and I didn't rush my "real" play time when I started over.] 

Please tell me I didn't turn him around and we’re not going back towards the ranch. This is such a long jog, Jesus Christ. I mean, I've watched it so I know it's long, but good god. Okay, follow the puddle trail. (That's a van. We're not getting in the van. Here we go, keep going.) We gotta find the blood puddle. Come on, we gotta find the blood puddle in… the… okay, that's a farm? That's another farm. Cornfield. Have I passed a cornfield before? I think I have. [A spooky sound.] So we're—the fuck was that? Okay. [It was in the] background—

(I'm sorry, I know you're getting your steps in. I know you're getting your cardio in. I'm very sorry. But if you're gonna find your wife, we gotta do this.)

[I see a familiar gate ahead.]

NOOOO. NO, HAVE I GONE BACK TO THE CEMETERY? Noooooo! nOoOoOo, how did I do this? Noooo! I thought it didn't look like town! Oh no! NO! (Oh, that was—I am so sorry. That was the wall and that was your elbow. I am so sorry. Honey, how did we end up doing this?!) nOoOoO! How am I back at the cemeterrryyy? No!! I'm running out of time. I do not want my family—(that’s barbed wire)—I do not want my family to hear me screaming because I'm sure I will be—I can't fucking believe this.
 I ran him back past the ranch to the cemeTERY!! 

I'm gonna have to pull out the map. Everyone pulls out the map and I didn't and I need to make sure I'm going in the right direction. I got into an auto shop; I got a key; I opened a gate. I did all kinds of shit—I did so good, and the walk into town is so long that I didn't even realize I—how did I go the wRoNg wAy?!

Okay, at least the gate's already open. It's a straight shot once we get to the auto shop. It better be a straight fucking shot. I'm so mad. [Aggressively optimistic:] Okay. No, no, we got this. We got this. We're gonna interact with it. We're gonna interact with it. I'm learning to interact. The camera is a big part of interacting. Come on. Come on.

[Optimistically:] I got extra practice walking!

[heartforbangtan]

The only exception | 4

Series Summary: What are the consequences of having your first kiss with your best friend?

Pairing: Park Jimin X Female Reader 

Genre:  Dancer AU, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Mutual Pining 

Chapter Count: 4 /? (ongoing) 

Word count: 7,5k+

Content Warnings: explicit mature content

A/N: Hiii, I'm back agaaain. This chapter is a bit spicy 😋😋 just saying 👀

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Our secret moments in a crowded room They got no idea about me and you  Dress – Taylor Swift 

Busan 

You don't know when it started, but suddenly Jimin's favorite hobby was flirting with you without anyone seeing. More and more he said things that drove you crazy. And you never knew if he was telling the truth or just teasing you.

You walked down the school hallway during your break, looking for Jimin who was in a different room in this class.

You hear a voice calling you and look back. A girl you've only seen a few times at school approaches you with red cheeks. You can't remember her name.

“Hey...“ she says with a little smile.” You're Jimin's friend, right?’

Oh, you knew what this was. She was interested in him. Here we go again.

It was a question she knew the answer to, after all, everyone at school knew that you two were friends.

“Uh, yes, I am.”

“So... can you please give him this note?“ She hands you a small piece of paper. ”It has my name and number written on it.’

“Okay…” you agree a little reluctantly, but she didn't even notice because she was too focused looking behind you.

You really didn't understand that. If she wanted to talk to him so badly, why didn't she just give him the note herself? It would give off more of an air of trust than sending others to do her job. You were too tired of that.

When you turn around, you find Jimin across the hall laughing with some friends. Seriously, she's so silly about this.

You take a deep breath and give her a toothless smile. When you turn back to find Jimin, he's already looking at you, smiling. You walk towards him and Jimin separates from his friends and heads further to the right side of the hallway to meet you.

She watches as you go talk to Jimin.

“Hey” you say smiling as you stop in front of him.

“Hi.” Jimin smiles seductively and you know that smile is what makes girls fall in love.

But you won't fall.

“So…” his gaze goes to your hand holding the note.

“You already know what it is." You roll your eyes and he laughs.

“Give it to me.” He stretches out his hand and you hand him the note. Jimin opens it and takes a look, without taking the shit-eating smile off his face.

Jimin leans close to your ear to speak while looking at the girl.

“I only have eyes for you, you know that. “ Jimin chuckles and you are left speechless.

What?!

He gave the girl a wink, but you couldn't see it.

Jimin puts the paper in his pocket and walks away laughing. You blink a few times and then compose yourself. The girl was almost jumping up and down where you left her waiting.

Within seconds you had to process what happened and come up with an excuse for her, because she was already coming towards you.

“So? What did he say?” she asked excitedly, clasping her hands together.

“It’s...He said he'll send a message.”

You felt bad, but what could you do?

“Oh my god, thank you so much“ she hugs you happily and you don't have time to hug her back before she leaves to meet her friends.

The girl, whose name you didn't even care about, leaves happily to meet her friends and tell them what happened. But you remain almost paralyzed in place, still thinking about Jimin's words.

Seriously, who can handle that? There's no way he could have shaken your foundations with just those words. Even though you reminded yourself every day that you wouldn't fall for his charms. Here you are now, blushing like a 15-year-old (which wasn't that long ago). But that doesn't matter.

When the break is over, you're still thinking about the same thing. And when you walk back into the classroom and see Jimin acting like nothing happened, you almost think you've imagined things.

You can't believe the nerve he has. How could he say that to you and then act like nothing happened?

You sit at a table in front of him, but you don't give him any importance. You take your things out of your bag and start organizing them on the table so you have something to occupy yourself with.

Soon the grammar teacher enters the room, arranging his own desk before starting the class.

You sigh deeply. The last thing you wanted was to have grammar class. But finals are approaching and you can't afford to miss them.

While you're distracted looking through your notebook for the last notes from your grammar class, Jimin leans over his desk behind you. His chin stops just above your shoulder, making you jump in your seat and he pulls away.

“Easy, baby.“ Jimin says softly just for you to hear.

You close your eyes tightly, anger taking over your body.

It's obvious he would make fun of you. And the fact that you reacted exactly the way he wanted makes you even angrier. You wish you had more self-control.

“Don't call me that.” you say through your teeth quietly, only for him to hear too.

Everyone is still talking in the classroom, so almost no one pays attention to your little interaction with Jimin.

“Why not?“ he pauses dramatically. ”Baby?"

You turn around so you can look him in the eye and find Jimin looking a little seductive for a thursday morning grammar class.

Jimin subtly runs his tongue across his mouth and your eyes betray you when they fly straight to his mouth. You hate yourself for this once again. Once again you fell into his game. And Jimin is already smiling when he realizes that for a second you looked at his lips.

“You piece of sh…”

“Well, everyone, let's start today's class. Please be quiet.”

You let out a snort and turn around, not before seeing Jimin staring at your mouth and then quickly at your eyes.

He is unbelievable!

The rest of the class passed by in a torturous manner. You could barely pay attention to the new concepts the teacher was talking about because you were too aware of Jimin's presence behind you.

“Or Jimin really likes you or he's gay.” Yuna says with the calmest face you've ever seen, as if she hadn't just made you almost choke on her words.

“What did you say?”

You have to stop your snack to question her. You heard very well what she said, but you can't believe it.

“That's right, you heard it. Don't pretend you don't see it either.“ She raises an eyebrow, showing that she's not joking about the subject.

You shift uncomfortably on the grass of the schoolyard where you are sitting during break.

“I don't think he's gay…” your mind flies to all the moments you had together and a shiver runs down your legs.

“So he likes you.” she doesn't hesitate to say.

Yuna speaks as if she were saying that the weather is sunny today.

“I don't think that's it either. “ your heart was beating fast in your chest.

“Really? So how do you explain the way he looks at you and the care he only has for you?”

Yuna crosses her arms in front of her body.

“It's just... normal. We're like brothers, we've known each other since childhood.” you start to sweat nervously at your friend's question.

You know she doesn't mean any harm. But you weren't prepared to hear today that Jimin seems to have feelings for you.

Exactly this week. After all the wills you had to go through.

Today really wasn't your day.

“My brother doesn't treat me like that. He's always hitting me and calling me a pig for leaving my towel in the bathroom.” She laughs and you force one too.

“It's just the way he is.”

And you're not lying when you say that. Jimin has a gentle way of being that no one you know has. He's just him.

And you're sure he doesn't treat you in any special way. Jimin is kind to everyone and that's easily noticeable. There's no reason to second-guess yourself because of it.

“Oh stop, tell me you don't have a little crush on him”  she pushes your shoulder and waggles her eyebrows.

You stay silent for a few seconds, but she doesn't give you time to question yourself.

“Come on!” she almost whines, while continuing to push you with her shoulder.

“Think about his thick lips and... Oh! His hot ass, jesus!”

“Stop it!”

You two are laughing so hard.

“I don't know. Maybe?” you laugh shyly and she widens her eyes.

As soon as the words leave your mouth you regret them.

This was sure to spark gossip. And you really didn't want people to start bothering you about it. Not after you and Jimin had spent so long denying that you liked each other.

“See? I knew there was something there. Hoseok owes me 10 dollars for this.” she celebrates without even paying attention to your terrified face.

Wait. Hoseok?

“Hoseok owes you? What the hell is this?” your face contorts in confusion.

“Oh, honey, we all bet you two have a crush on each other. I just didn't think it would be that easy to get it out of you. “ She laughs and you get a little irritated.

“You mean you don't care about my feelings?” your tone changes and her playful expression falls.

This is so out of line. You didn't expect your friends to make bets involving the two of you like this.

“Y/n, it's not that. Please don't think about it this way. We all want you to be together, trust me.” she holds your hand and has a genuine expression on her face.

You feel like she's starting to get a little desperate in the way she talks.

“You're already assuming he has some kind of interest in me.”

You play dumb to her, even though you know that Jimin is interested in you. But you think that maybe it's not like that. You think that what you two do is just a fun pastime and that it doesn't mean anything deeper than that.

And you know that for you, things are becoming problematic. But maybe for Jimin, it's just fun to have a girl available for him to kiss. And being you, someone he knows, makes everything easier.

And deep down, really deep down, you'd like to hear from an outsider that Jimin seems to like you. Somehow it comforts your heart and your ego, even if you have to ask him directly to be sure. But obviously you're not going to do that.

“Oh, come on. Everyone can see that he has a huge crush on you.”

Your face heats up once more at her words.

“I don't think so.”

“Seriously? Everyone has already noticed you two being clingy with each other. Oh chimchim this, mimi that“ she does a terrible imitation of your voice and you push her aside.

‘Stop it. I'm not like that.” you start laughing, because it's ridiculous.

And it's true.

“Of course it is. Ugh, I can't stand you two, seriously. I wish I had someone like that for myself.”

She rolls her eyes and you both start laughing.

It had been a while since you had shared something so intimate with someone other than Jimin.

Sometimes it was nice to have a girl talk.

“But seriously, is there nothing going on between you two?’ she nibbles on the cookies you are eating.

You stop and think.

It had really been a long time since you had any girl talk. What harm would it do to have some of that now?

You needed that escape.

“Okay, if I tell you, will you promise me two things? “ you say, uncertain, but already implying that you have a secret.

She widens her eyes and finishes chewing the cookie.

“Sure, I promise you even three." You laugh at her face. ”Seriously, no bets now.”

You straighten up on the grass you're sitting on.

“First you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“Of course.”

“Second, please don't freak out too much about it. It's really no big deal.”

You know it's a big deal.

“Okay…” she analyzes you, waiting for you to continue.

“Seriously, don't tell anyone.”

“Just say it already”

“So... we've already, um, kissed “ you fiddle with your fingers looking down, because you're dying of embarrassment.

Her jaw drops and she even drops the cookie she was holding.

“I knew it! I knew soo much! My God.”

You glared at her.

“Alright, alright, no freaking out.”

She tries to control herself.

“When did it happen? Like, how? Oh my god, there are so many questions.”

She looks like a crazy person looking at you.

“Okay, calm down. It's not a big deal, it's just kisses.”

“Kisses? In plural?”

Shit.

You cover your face with your hands, blushing. You're starting to think you've said too much.

“You're so dirty! I can't believe you gave kisses to Park Jimin! “ she slaps you on the arm

“It's no big deal, I swear.”

“Okay, but how did this happen? Tell me the details, for God’s sake.”

She shakes you by the arm.

“I don't know. It just happened. I won't tell you too many details…”

“Urgh, okay. But... when was the last time you guys kissed?’

You pause, wondering if you should tell her. She looks at you with a dramatic look, as if to say, “just spill it.”

“Y-yesterday”

Her jaw dropped for the tenth time today. You blushed again.

“Yesterday?! That's insane.”

“Keep your voice down, everyone will hear you.”

You look around suspiciously.

“You're so in love!”

“That's not it!”

“Oh, it is! My God, you guys are so stupid.”

You start to pack your things because the break is almost over. But really you just wanted an excuse to get out of this subject. You're starting to get nervous.

“I shouldn't have told you that.”

“Hey!”

She takes you by the shoulders and makes you face her.

“It's alright, okay?” she looks deep into his eyes, seeing the desperation.” It's okay to like someone, even if it's your best friend.”

You try to let go of her because your heart starts to tighten and you don't want to start crying in the middle of the courtyard.

“He likes you too.”

She says in a last attempt to make you listen.

“This won't lead to anything.”

“Have you told him how you feel?”

She's getting up too and you kind of turn your back, grabbing your backpack.

“There's nothing to say.”

“Y/n…”

“Enough, okay? I don't want to talk about this anymore.”

She looks a little sad, but she understands your request.

“Okay. Just know that I will always support you.”

Your heart softens a little, despite the erratic beats it's making.

“Thank you, really.”

“And I won’t tell Hoseok that I won the bet.”

You slap her arm and she starts laughing.

And you walk together to your next class, with time running out and arriving 5 minutes late. 

After all the talk with Yuna, you suddenly became very aware of Jimin's presence and all his actions towards you.

And deep down you wish he liked you too.

Jimin is researching dance schools on the computer in his room. The research has been long and he hasn't been happy with some of the comments. Jimin watched some videos explaining how the selection process works for most schools, and some of the comments on the videos complained about the strict rules of these places.

A random comment said:

Kot878: These places are tough on training. And they don't even let you date!

That couldn't be true, right? About the training maybe, but they couldn't forbid them from dating, right?

Jimim got nervous. He knew he wasn't dating anyone, but he couldn't help but fantasize about it. What if you liked him too? Maybe you could date, right?

Jimin was paralyzed looking at that comment, when he heard the sound of footsteps and the door to his room was quickly opened.

“Boo”

Jimin gets scared by you and quickly closes the browser window.

"Shit! Knock before entering.”

“What are you doing? Watching porn?” you giggle and move closer to him.

Jimin was already nervous because you almost caught him looking at that information, after what you said he got even more nervous.

“O-of course not. Are you idiot?”

“Then why did you close the browser window?”

You raise an eyebrow at him and move closer to the computer.

“I was just looking at some dance schools.”

And suddenly you forgot that you were questioning him. Your face lit up with his words and you became excited.

“Really? And how is it going?”

You sit on his bed, waiting for him to answer.

“I haven’t found any nearby yet.”

Jimin wasn’t lying. But that random information he read in a comment left a huge doubt in his head. He would have to look better after you left.

“Hm, but you can move to another city if you get in”

But what about you? Would you stay apart?

“But...”

“I could go with you.”

“What!? No.” Jimin says quickly. He didn’t want to change cities.

“Don’t you want me to come with you?” you pout looking at him.

“No, it’s not that. I don’t want to have to move to another city.” Jimin exhales. This whole situation of looking for dance schools has been stressing him out.

“Well, but maybe that’s the only option”

You’re probably right.

“I’ll take a better look later.”

You nod, swinging your feet over the edge of his bed.

“So, what are you doing here?”

You suddenly remember why you came here.

“I need you to teach me how to study.”

“But your grades are good, right? There’s no need for me to teach you.”

“No! I need to do even better this time. My parents will give me the album of the band I like if I do well.”

He gets up from his chair and walks over to you on the bed, coming closer and making you lean back on your arms.

“You enter a boy's room very freely.”

You swallow. He looks so serious. You feel a little nervous at the sudden change in mood.

“It's just you.”

“And?”

“I-I trust you.”

Jimin remains in the same position, too close to you and analyzing you. He thinks that you still don't see him as a man, even though you've kissed several times.

“What is that?”

You look so pretty like this, with a slightly flushed and confused face. Jimin can only think that he wants to kiss you everywhere. But he doesn't want to pressure you and you end up thinking that he's going too far. What if you stop talking to him? He wouldn't be able to stand that.

Then he rethinks and walks away from you.

“Just... Don't go into boys' rooms like that.”

Jimin sits next to you on the bed, not looking at your face. You get more nervous. What did he mean by that?

“Uhh, okay?”

You actually thought he was going to kiss you again for a few seconds. And honestly, you really wanted him to.

You couldn't muster up enough courage to say that you came here not only because you wanted him to teach you how to study better, but because you wanted to be with him. And maybe... you could get some kisses from him.

“What subjects do you need help with?”

“We can start with math.”

You're trying to memorize the stages of cell division in the library, but you can't figure out how to make it happen logically. You keep forgetting the order all the time and it's already stressing you out.

Pro meta ana tel... That's it! You got it-

“So, have you guys done it yet?” Yuna whispers, sitting next to you.

You write down the logical sentence in your notebook and are happy with your idea. You barely paid attention to what Yuna said, focusing your attention on the logic you just created.

“Yeah, we already did the work—”

“You guys had sex!?”

“What? Oh my god, Yuna, I was talking about the history work”

Your voice gets a little loud from the shock you got from Yuna's words. Some of your classmates give you two ugly looks. Your face is already hot and Yuna's eyes are wide open as she stares at you.

“My God, I say. You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Stop thinking nonsense and study!” you look away from her and point to the notebooks, organizing your study sheets that don’t need to be organized.

“I’m tired of studying. And your life is cooler than mine, so I want to know more.”

She rests her face in her hands and pouts. You really can’t stand it.

“Stop thinking about it.”

“I can’t.”

“You’re disgusting, you know that?”

“Why? It’s normal to do these things.”

Once again, the subject is turning to things you really don’t want to talk about right now, and certainly not in the middle of the library. You feel like you two are going to be thrown out of the library any minute.

You take a deep breath and try to speak as quietly as possible, and in a way that Yuna will end the damn subject.

“We’re not going to do…that.”

“Why not?”

She looks like a child like that.

“Let's focus on studying, hm?”

She snorts.

“Give me some love advice.”

“Stop changing the subject.”

You grab a sheet of paper with notes and hand it to her.

“Seriously.” She takes the paper and looks at it without interest. “Maybe I like Hoseok.”

“Hobi? Oh my God, I knew this was weird.”

Now it’s your turn to disconnect from your studies. She never told you that.

“And we kissed.”

What? What the hell?

Yuna says it like it's no big deal, still analyzing the sheet you handed her without interest. Now you're totally into the subject, you don't want to study anymore.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You don’t tell me anything about your life.”

“That’s a lie. I told you things I’ve never told anyone.”

“Hey, you two. Be quiet.” The librarian snaps at you and you flinch, nodding.

Yuna comes closer and tries to speak more quietly.

“Well, I’ll only tell you if you tell me what’s going on between you two.”

Yuna shrugs, as if she’s not blackmailing you for information. You can’t believe her nerve. You have nothing interesting to say about this.

“There really isn’t anything going on between us.”

She looks at you with a “seriously?” face and you sigh for the infinite time.

“We just like to kiss each other, that’s it. Now tell me about Hobi.”

She gives up and then starts talking.

“So, we kissed the other day and...”

“You two. I’m going to ask you to find another place to study.”

And you feel so embarrassed about being kicked out of the library that you end the subject there. You really needed to memorize the content for the test.

At the beginning of your 18th birthday, things start to get a little out of control.

“We should stop doing this... “ you say, but your voice isn't confident at all. Not when he's kissing your neck like that.

“This what?”

And on top of that, Jimin plays dumb. He wants to see you admit what you're doing.

He continues to place delicate kisses along your neck and up to your ear. Your heart is already beating hard inside your chest with all the excitement he is causing you.

“This!”

You grab him by the shoulders and pull him away. You were sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard with your notebooks spread out on the mattress. His gaze, his full lips, everything is too tempting for you and your eyes waver. He knows you want to continue.

“Why should we?” he asks, almost pouting.

His voice destroys you. You never imagined you would see him so full of lust. He does it on purpose because he knows how much it affects you.

“We're not focusing on our studies.“ and his eyes couldn't stop looking at his lips.

That wasn't exactly why you thought you should stop this, but it was still true.

It was your senior year of high school. You decided to come home with the excuse that you were going to study for the biology test that would be first thing in the morning tomorrow. And here you were, making out in your room instead of studying.

This whole situation was taking on proportions you hadn't imagined. You both didn't know exactly how it started, but before you knew it, you were already kissing. Neither of you wanted to think too much about it and how far it could go. You were afraid to think about the barriers you could cross if the emotion took over too much.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, you were always interrupted when things were getting too heated. And internally you thanked God, because the fear of making that decision was too much..

You two were almost always getting caught and it became a routine.

“I think we're studying biology very well.” he said in a naughty tone.

And there's that mischievous little smile of his that takes you apart. His hands are already on your waist without you realizing it, squeezing lightly and bringing you closer to him, inviting you to sit on his lap, but not doing so yet.

“Okay, 5 more minutes. But we need to focus, seriously!”

Jimin smiles triumphantly because he knows he won. He doesn't waste any more time, knowing that you really need to focus on your studies after this. He pushes his notebooks aside in a desperate way and it makes you laugh.

Jimin's thoughts are so clouded by lust that he can only think of one thing. So he leaves reason aside.

“Sit on my lap.”

“What?” you get a little nervous with his request, not knowing how to act.

“Come”

His hands push you around the waist and you follow the movement, sitting forward on his lap. His back is against the headboard while his hands caress your legs.

You try not to think too much about the position you're in. You're afraid you won't be able to control yourself when it comes to Jimin. He has a seductive way that only grows as the years go by.

Your lips meet again and your hands caress his soft hair. Everything about him is soft: his hair, his lips, his heart. And you are so addicted that you can't even think straight.

His tongue enters your mouth and you let out a soft sigh. Jimin chuckles as he kisses you, his hands moving from your legs to your hips and then grabbing your waist. He kisses you harder and pushes you down onto his lap. A surprised moan leaves your mouth because you can feel how turned on he is just from kissing you like this.

You're already aroused, too. In fact, you're pretty sure you're already soaking wet. Your parts are screaming for some friction, any movement that will ease that growing throb.

The caresses of his delicate fingers together with his increasingly skilled tongue in your mouth makes you lose self-control and start rubbing yourself on his lap.

You move just enough for that throbbing to stop bothering you. But his kiss is addictive and his hands caress you in such a light way that it makes you lose all the self-control you should have.

His hands holding your hips encourage you to continue rubbing yourself on his lap. Jimin sighs, also affected by the way you are grinding on top of him. He feels like he could explode with lust. Your flushed face, with your lips slightly parted, letting out sighs, is certainly the most erotic image he has ever seen in his life.

The way his hard erection rubs right against your most sensitive spot makes you close your eyes tightly. Slowly letting low moans escape your lips as you still kiss awkwardly.

“Do you like this?”

Jimin kisses your cheek, collarbone, behind your ear, your neck in several parts. He seems to be adoring you and at that moment it was all you needed the most.

“Oh-yes”

You grip his shoulders as you use more strength to shift on his lap. His legs bend to bring you closer, pressing you completely against him.

You can feel the pleasure growing in the pit of your stomach, but the insecurity of finishing in front of him starts to hit you harder. Your moans start to come out without your control and Jimin can sense it. He knows you're controlling yourself, by the way your eyes are closed and your eyebrows are furrowed.

He holds the back of your neck and kisses you. His other hand is on your hip pushing you down while his hips also work to pleasure you.

When you feel him pushing his hips against your core, you know you've already lost. Within seconds of this friction, you feel your orgasm building inside your belly. When you both push together once more, you feel the explosion of orgasm. Your moans can no longer be contained by his kisses. Your walls tighten around nothing and give you a feeling of satisfaction, but emptiness at the same time.

Your hands grip Jimin's shoulders tightly as you still rub yourself against his erection.

“Ah, Jimin…”

Jimin is in heaven listening to you softly moan his name over and over again. He swears he could have cum just from that if it weren't for the underwear and sweatpants squeezing him so tightly.

When you calm down, it still takes a few seconds for you to open your eyes and finally look at him.

You can't believe you just had an orgasm in front of Jimin. Something so intimate and so personal that you just shared it with him, your best friend.

"Did you finish?” Jimin asks, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You feel his other hand caressing your back, trying to relax you.

It takes you a long few seconds to gather the courage to say yes.

“I'm happy” Jimin kisses your cheek.

You don't get it.

“Why?”

“Because I made you feel good, right?”

You stay silent, staring at him and thinking how he can be so amazing.

At the same time your mind remembers that he is also horny and that he is probably dying because of it right now. You need to do something for him too. You want to do something for him.

“And you? How can I make you feel good?” your face automatically heats up.

“You don't have to do that” he gives a little smile. ”And we still need to finish studying” he looks around, at the mess that is the bedspread and at the study papers that fell on the floor.

“But I want to”

And you really do. But Jimin is hesitant and you can feel it. You just can't quite put your finger on why.

You don't realize it, but what Jimin has is insecurity. He's afraid of forcing you or that you're forcing yourself to do it for him. Maybe you can't even imagine him that way.

Just the idea that you might be forcing him to do this makes him lose his excitement.

When Jimin looks into your eyes again, you take him by surprise, kissing him. Both of your hands go to his face, caressing him as you kiss.

You pull away from him and let your foreheads touch.

“Show me how I can make you feel good too.”

Jimin sees sincerity in your eyes. So, he lets down his walls of insecurity and agrees to let you do it.

Something so simple and that any boy wouldn't hesitate to let a girl do. But he can't be like that. Jimin could never use someone just for his pleasure. He doesn't work that way.

“Okay…”

You sit a little further away, but still on top of his thighs. Just enough so that you can see the bulge in his pants.

Jimin guides your hand to the bulge between his legs and you touch it hesitantly. It's warm and hard and you gasp in surprise. Jimin doesn't miss a moment of your reactions.

You start to caress him over his pants, hesitant and embarrassed. You feel his eyes burning into you. Jimin analyzes your every move.

But you want more. You want to feel and see what it's like.

“Can I touch...?”

“You're touching.”

“Not like this.”

Jimin bites his lips.

You're going to drive him crazy like this.

Jimin takes your hand and puts it on the waistband of his pants. He doesn't stop to think about the situation, otherwise he would lose his courage. And deep down, you're also thinking the same thing.

You help him pull down his sweatpants and underwear, freeing his hard, hot member that rests against Jimin's belly.

You try not to look too surprised, but it's practically impossible. You swallow him with your eyes. This is the first time you've seen a dick in real life. 

“What?” Jimin asks, a little embarrassed.

A thousand thoughts run through his head. You didn't like it? Was it what you expected? Maybe you think he is small?

He shifts uncomfortably on the bed and you look at him and notice his discomfort. Finally you answer.

“Nothing, it's... it's just the first time I've seen a... uh…”

“Dick?”

You close your eyes for a second at the way he talks. So dirty and different.

“Yeah…”

You don’t know how to say this, but Jimin is incredible. The shape and size, the veins covering him, the pink, leaking tip. You didn’t know you could get this turned on. Your eyes are glued to him.

“Do you like it?”

“Oh, yes.” You say promptly.

Jimin feels a weight lift off his shoulders when he hears you responding so enthusiastically.

“You can touch.” 

You bit your lip and reached out to touch him for the first time. You felt him in your hand, warm and hard. It was the first time you were touching him like this and also the first time you had touched anyone like this.

Your fingers closed around his cock and you tested how tight you could get. Jimin immediately closed his eyes and moaned. You glanced up at him, surprised by the sound he made.

Your heart started pounding in your chest and you felt that pulse return to your core. You could never imagine how sexy Jimin would look moaning like that and it definitely turned you on. You wanted to see more of this.

You start to move back and forth carefully, not sure if you should do it that way. You lick your lips and look at him. His eyes are glued to you, practically swallowing you.

“Here, squeeze like this.” He wraps his fingers together with yours and squeezes hard, showing you how much pressure you can apply.

Another moan escapes his lips, but this time Jimin continues to look directly at you.

“Now do it like this” he guides your hand up and down his cock, while he doesn't take his eyes off yours. ”Oh, that's it, just like that.” he moans with satisfaction when you take the rhythm by yourself.

You are fascinated by him. His moans encourage you to continue. Your hand quickly moves up and down his cock.

Jimin is lost in the vision he has of you giving him pleasure. He can't control his mind with the various dirty scenes he imagines the two of you doing.

Your eyes alternate between looking at his cock and watching his reactions. You want to lick it but you're afraid it'll be too much, so you settle for giving him pleasure with just your hand.

“I'm close…”

Jimin moans louder and you feel your parts contracting. It's so exciting to know that he's moaning like this because of you. You feel powerful and confident.

You squeeze him tighter in your hand and the noise is loud and sticky. His hand goes to your face and lifts your chin, caressing your jaw.

“You're so beautiful-oh”

You let out a soft moan because your wrist is starting to hurt, but you don't want to stop. Jimin looks like he's about to cum and you don't want to miss that scene.

Suddenly, you hear the front door creaking. You hear your mother calling your name from the living room, along with the sound of keys being dropped on the counter. Your eyes almost pop out of your head when you look at Jimin.

You quickly pull away.

Jimin stands up and pulls up his underwear along with his pants and tries to fix his hair, which is a mess.

Yours is also a mess and you try to tie it in a ponytail. As soon as you tie your hair, you pick up the notebooks that are thrown on the floor and try to fix the pages that fell.

Jimin sits at his computer desk with a notebook in his hand. He tries to adjust his erection that is painfully pressing inside his pants. He crosses his legs to try to hide it. Jimin runs his hand through his hair, smoothing it back and notices that his forehead is sweaty. He tries to wipe it off while you climb into bed and arrange your study materials.

Your mother knocks on the door at the same time and enters the room. She is surprised to see the two of you, but if she noticed anything, she didn't show it on her face.

“Ah, you're here. How dedicated. ” She says, smiling at the two of you.

“Good afternoon, ma'am.”

“Hi, mom. You're early today.” your voice comes out a little breathless and Jimin gives you a quick look, without your mother noticing.

“Oh yeah. I didn't have much work today so I ended up leaving early.” she explains and you agree. “What are you studying?”

Your mother's eyes scan your notebooks. You swallow.

“Biology”

It wasn't a lie.

But due to the events of a few minutes ago, this information suddenly seemed very funny.

Jimin does his best with his head down on his notebooks to keep from bursting out laughing. The last thing you need right now is to make a mistake in front of your mother.

“Oh, really?” your mother says. ”Next time, study in the living room okay? “ she looks at you two and winks.

Soon she leaves the door and leaves it leaning against it, you and Jimin with your eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

You look at each other and start to laugh softly. You cover your mouth with your hand.

You feel so dirty but at the same time so alive. You can't understand it, you just feel a sense of happiness.

“Do you think she noticed?” Jimin asks

“Well, your hair is practically dripping.” you point out and he quickly starts running his hand through his hair. “I don't think she thinks it's that hard to study biology” you laugh a little

Jimin laughs as he finishes fixing his hair. Your hair isn't perfect either, but the ponytail disguised it a bit. What couldn't be disguised were your completely red cheeks, but that's just a detail.

“We didn't lie, at least.” Jimin says, shrugging.

You throw a pillow at him. He's so cheeky sometimes.

“Let's study for real now!”

You try to sound bossy but it doesn't come out as expected. But Jimin finds your mannerisms cute and agrees.

“Yes, ma'am!”

You really need to focus on something other than reflecting on the events from now. 

Things have flowed at such a natural and pressure-free pace that you don’t feel as guilty as you thought you would. And most of all, you trust Jimin, so things are kinda okay.

The thing that bothers you and stayed in your head even when you were already taking a shower to go to bed at night is: things are moving forward gradually and that would be fine, if you weren't best friends.

And your head starts spinning because all of this started under the pretext that you were practicing your first kiss, but look at it now.

You really try not to think about it too much, but as soon as you lay your head on the pillow, the only thing that goes through your mind is: aren't we going too far?

As soon as Jimin enters the classroom early in the morning, the teacher calls on him for a few seconds before starting the class.

“Jimin, I need to talk to you. Please stay at the end of the class” the academic planning teacher says and takes Jimin by surprise.

Jimin agrees and goes to sit in class right behind you. You didn't see him go talk to the teacher because you were talking to the guys and he didn't have time to tell you because class started right after.

He couldn't get it out of his head even during class. Jimin already knew more or less what the teacher was going to say, but he was still nervous. He knew that time was running out and he needed to make a decision about it soon.

At the end of class, you gather your things and wait for Jimin. Everyone has already left but Jimin is still taking a long time.

“Come on, Mimi!”

Jimin is slower than usual. And quieter than usual. You didn't know why. You wanted to ask him on the way home.

“I'm going to have to stay here.”

You don't understand.

“Why?” your face wrinkles in confusion.

Jimin lifts his face and looks at you, he has a serious expression on his face.

“I have a meeting with the academic planning teacher.’

Now you understand. That means it's time for him to decide which dance school he wants to go to, so he can send in his documents and apply. Your heart starts beating faster.

“Oh, that's good, right? Is it about the dance school you want to go to?”

“Yeah…”

You notice that there's something strange about him. Why isn't he happy about this?

“What's wrong with you?”

“It's nothing, I'm just nervous.”

You give him a small smile and move closer to him. It's a big decision, you understand why he's nervous.

“It’s okay, Mimi. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

You know you’re closer than you should be because you can smell his scent and the warmth of his body. But there’s no one around right now and you let yourself be. To be honest, you’re a little tired of pretending you’re not that close in front of others.

Jimin gives you a sad smile. And all he can see are your eyes shining with excitement for him.

If you only knew...

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me”

The room is empty and the school is starting to get quiet because everyone has already rushed out to leave.

Jimin comes closer to you and seals your lips for a few seconds. You are so surprised that you don't even have time to close your eyes.

“For luck”

And you blush.

“I'll go first then.”

Jimin agrees with you and you say goodbye.

"I really think you should apply to that dance school in Seoul, Jimin. It's your best chance, even if it's far away." 

Jimin considers the teacher's words, his hands sweating coldly in his lap. Jimin knows the teacher is right, but he doesn't know what to say to that. He hadn't anticipated this whole situation, this whole sudden change of scenery.

He couldn't imagine living in another city alone.

“I know it's a big step to live away from your parents, but you should consider this possibility if it's really your dream.”

Jimin just agrees with everything the teacher says, but he can't say much, even though he's thinking a thousand things at the same time.

"And with your grades and your talent, I'm sure you'll get in."

Jimin is happy, really. But some things hold him back, despite his happiness. And he feels conflicted about his feelings.

When he gets home that day, he knows he's already made up his mind. He just doesn't know how to tell you. And even though you said you'd go with him, he knows that wouldn't be a reality. Your parents are too strict about letting you go to college far from home.

Jimin decides to wait a little longer to tell you about it.

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-> part 2

By some fault of your own, you hadn’t been home recently.

Lots had just… happened. School had been way more stressful than anticipated, and home had become just out of your reach, pushed further and further by looming deadlines and the never-ending tutoring sessions you’d taught for a little extra cash. No weekend had been freed from the shackles of your irritating schedule. Not to mention, you hadn’t exactly been… welcome.

But school was over, and you’d been summoned back home by the imposing, strict woman in the hospital bed beside you.

“Tuberculosis?” You sounded out the illness named by the smiley doctor with the clipboard, glancing down at your scowly mother. “That’s, ah, kinda bad-sounding.”

“We can start treatment asap,” the doctor said, flipping a page. “Your mother will be fine, but she’ll be in the hospital for quite a while.”

“Oh. Okay,” you scratched your neck awkwardly. “Let’s do the treatment then.”

Your mother squawked in disapproval, while the smiley doctor nodded and stepped back.

“Alright then. I’ll get that paperwork arranged for you, then,” the doctor drew back the curtain. “Have a good day.”

“You too.”

The silence stretched thin, and you cleared your throat.

“Stupid doctors… hospital for months… what idiots…” the ominous grumbles from your mother reached your ears, and you sighed.

“Ma, tuberculosis is serious. You can’t just go home and brush it off, yknow?”

“Of course I know that. I’m not a fool, y/n,” your mother glares. “I just have actual responsibilities in my life, and I’ve a right to be concerned about them.”

“I’ll take care of the boarding house, Ma.”

“Like hell you will,” she sniffs. “You could hardly wait to get out of here once your precious school started. You don’t even want to take care of the house!”

“Yeah, well, you’ve got no other option, have you?”

Silence. Again.

You sighed, for the millionth time that day. Your mother evidently hadn’t changed in the years you’d been gone. Not that that was unexpected.

“I’ll take care of everything,” you muttered, shoving your hands into your pockets. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Without waiting for a reply, you turned on your heel, leaving and drawing the curtain behind you. You were no stranger to hospitals, but you were certainly a stranger to seeing your once-formidable mother laying there, vulnerable. Shivering, you shoved the thought away.

Instead, your mind focused on the boarding house. Having inherited it from her in-laws, your mother had run the place like a sergeant, raising you and the house simultaneously. You’d grown up with your mother’s priorities clear; it was the boarding house first, and you second.

You wanted to leave.

You didn’t want to stay, for God knows how long, running the house you’d practically leaped to get away from. Or maybe it was your mother you'd ran from. Internally, you cursed yourself for answering the phone. It was a terrible habit of yours, giving in so easily.

By the time you got home, the sun was setting. There were no guests, but you were greeted by the few other people in the house, two older girls who were employed by your mother, Mei and Yua. They helped with the household duties, and had been around since you were an unruly teenager.

Yua smiled at you welcomingly, her brown eyes warm. “Is she alright?” she asked worriedly, her hands clasped. Mei stood silent behind her.

“Uh, yeah. The doctor said she should have a full recovery,” you nodded. “She’ll be in hospital for a while, though.”

Yua shakes her head. “Oh dear,” she whispered. “Don’t worry. We’ll help you out with the house, of course-“

“You are staying, right?”

Mei’s voice was sharp, cutting Yua off. With her eyes narrowed on you, you couldn’t help but shift on your feet.

“I am,” you said flatly.

“Good,” Mei sniffs. “You do seem to have a history of leaving.”

The silence stretched thin as you took in the low blow. Evidently, she didn't like you.

“If that’s all, I’ll see you both tomorrow,” you meet her gaze. The distaste was mutual.

The sun had set, long ago, yet sleep evaded you. Thoughts ran through your mind endlessly, crashing up against each other like waves. Having given up on trying to sleep, you'd resorted to sitting in the communal dining area, staring down at your phone. As expected, your messages to your mother went unanswered.

Before you could lose yourself in your mind, sharp raps sounded at the door, startling you back to the present. Hesitantly, you rose from your seat, padding to peer out of the front window. It was late into the night, the moon high and bright. Usually nobody came knocking at this time of night.

"Hello?" His quiet voice pierced the silence, momentarily freezing you in place. He sounded tired.

Fumbling with the locks, you swung open the door, coming face-to-face with the stranger.

He blinked.

You blinked.

"Can I help you?" You say, eyes narrowed up at him. His gaze never faltered, his grayish-yellow eyes focused on your face. It made you feel uncomfortable.

"You're not the owner," he muttered out, his voice low and raspy. "Who are you?"

"Does it matter?" You retorted. "Do you need a room?"

"No, I'm just here at a boarding house for kicks," he deadpans. "Is there any space available?"

You stared.

He stared.

You should never turn away a guest, y/n, your mother’s voice echoed in your mind. It's bad practice.

You leaned against the wall in the dining room as the man ate. You didn't turn him away. No, you offered him a room. Then food. After all, you were taught to be nothing but hospitable.

"The previous owner never stared at me whilst I was eating," you ignored his piercing gaze on the side of your face.

"I'm not looking at you," you muttered.

"Liar."

You slid your gaze over to him, before turning away, towards the kitchen.

"Stay."

You paused, tilting your head. Nothing but hospitable, you reminded yourself. Sitting down opposite him, you observed the man who's name you'd taken down as Suna Rintarou.

Suna Rintarou had sharp eyes, high, defined cheekbones and hair that was dark brown and stuck out in tufts. Eerily, he was akin to that of a fox, causing an uncomfortable sensation to ripple down your spine. Suna Rintarou wore dress trousers, and a creased white button-up that was rolled up to his elbows. His jacket was hung on his chair behind him, and his knuckles were bloody.

"You do have a staring problem," a slight smirk played on his lips. Suna Rintarou apparently was also an asshole.

"Sorry," you diverted your eyes. Nothing but hospitable.

"No, you're not," he said casually. "But I'll take the apology."

"How kind of you," you grit out.

"It's one of my many gifts," he grinned to himself into his bowl. Definitely an asshole. "So, who are you?"

You blinked "Huh?"

"Who. Are. You?"

"Y/n. L/n."

He tilted his head. "L/n? So you knew the previous owner?"

"She's not dead," you said defensively. "She's my mother."

"I didn't know Ms.L/n had a daughter."

"Now you do." Was he seriously not done with his food? You wanted to go to bed now.

You could feel his gaze on you again, as you intently studied the grooves of the table. For some reason, meeting his eyes made you feel odd.

"Got no questions for me?" Suna sounded bored.

"Why should I?"

"Am I not interesting enough for you, Y/n?" Your name coming from his lips felt familiar, almost as if you'd known each other beforehand; impossible, of course.

"I already know your name," you answered after a beat.

"Ask me a question," his gaze intensified, his grip tightening on his chopsticks. You glanced at his bloody knuckles and swallowed.

"Why are you here so late?" You blurted out.

Silence. He tilted his head. "I needed a place to stay."

No shit. You nodded. "Okay."

Abruptly, he set down his chopsticks, flexing his fingers. "I'm done. Show me to my room, please." Not an ounce of politeness in that statement, but you complied nonetheless. Nothing but hospitable.

His room was at the top of the house. Something in your gut had told you to distance yourself from him, setting him as far away as possible. It felt like he was breathing right down your neck as you climbed up, and up, and up.

"Here's your room." you said, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you, Y/n." He slipped past you, hand pausing on the doorknob. "How long are you staying here for?"

You swallowed. Telling this seemingly-dangerous man how long you'd stay in one place for? Stupid idea.

"The foreseeable future," you divulged. Idiot.

Unable to see his face, you were unaware of the smirk forming.

"Interesting."

No response was needed from you, as he slipped into the room before you could open your mouth, leaving you unsettled and nervous.

Who was Suna Rintarou?

[frowerssx2]

I'm gonna do this for all my three boys:

Luke, Delcan and Jupiter

If anyone asks this

That would be great, thank you so much!

Nah, I'm good

I'm probably going to do something that will be incredibly stupid and reckless. So for you're safety, it's best if you don't.

2. (is a random person)

Awkwardly laughs

You f***ing what

Laughs sarcastically, then asks if that is the worst you can do

3.

Thank you (smiles bright as the sun but he's dying inside)

Why would you get me this?

He literally wouldn't know what to do, so he would just accept it with an awkward thank you (he tries to hide it but it is obvious he hates the gift and everyone knows it)

4.

Oh wow, you didn't have to! Let's party!

Immediately walks out (he hates crowds)

Is shocked at first but has fun in the end

5. (this is a random person)

Wonders what he did wrong and if he can fix it

Awesome, we're done here then *walks off*

Okay?

6.

What have I done wrong?! 😭

Ingores them back. Unless it's August (his lover) then he'd freak out and wonder what he did.

If it's Magnifico, he'll panic and try to ask what he did wrong and how he can fix it. If it's someone else, he doesn't have the energy to care. He's been ignored half of his life so one more person won't affect him that much

7.

Not bothered in the slightest

Why would you do this to me?

*sighs dramatically* then deals with it in a forcefully patient manner

8.

No problem, just tell me what you would like me to do and I'll get right to it 😊

I'd rather not. Can't someone else do it?

*Takes a deep breath to calm himself* what would you like me to do?

9.

For Hieronymous? Of course, I'll help! 😊

For August? Alright, I'll try

No problem, tell Magnifico not to worry I've got this

10.

Agrees then struggles to find an outfit and can't decide on his make-up.

Do we have to go? (August: yes, beloved) fiinnee

Of course, I'll come with you, you try and stop me🙂 Now, is it casual or formal wear?

11.

Is overjoyed that Hieronymous took time off work to spend time with him, eats everything and talks 90% of the time

Declan and August wouldn't go to a restaurant. They are extremely private about their relationship and would prefer to stay home and have a picnic in front of the fire.

Oh wow! Look at this place, I am so underdressed! Can we sit next to the window? I wanna try everything! Do they have cookies?? (Magnifico: I'm afraid not) Aww ☹️

12.

What? In what way? How can I be better? Please, can I do anything to fix something?

I know, I know and I'm sorry. Can we talk about it?

I am? I-I don't mean to be, I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?

13.

Feels stupidly special but laughs at Hieronymous and his big words/

Spends around a week to write one back

Cherishes it and puts it with the collection he's made then writes one back the same day

14.

Hieronymous is what?! Why are you telling me now?! What am I meant to do now?!

August is what? ..... in that case, tomorrow you'll be announcing my death

Haha, he's not going to be like that for long...I'm going to steal that Necromancy book from the villains and I'm going to bring him back.

15.

🤣🤣😂 you should have gotten pointers from Donald

Yeah, you're going to clean up this mess. I'm not involved

And why exactly would any of this be funny?!

16.

What is it? What's wrong?

Oh thank god, I can breathe now I was sure I'd have a panic attack if I stayed out there any longer

What have I done now?

17.

none of them would tell the secret unless it would cause harm to someone or if it about someone who has committed a crime.

18. (is a random person)

hunts them down to furiously scream at them

And people wonder why I keep shit to myself

Is extremely petty so does it back

19.

All three boys will panic if any of their lovers say this.

20. (is a random person)

You're going to regret that Hieronymous no!

Starts a fight that he has an 80% chance of winning

Immediately punches back and breaks the person's nose. Afterward, he is totally ready for a bigger fight

☆ — oc questions: reactions. by @ricesinspo, tag me if using!

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how would your character react if someone did these things? consider their personality and behavior, as well as who is doing it and why.

alternatively, ask game: send me a question + 2 characters

offered to help them on something they can do on their own

jokingly made fun of them

gave them a gift they didn't want

threw them a surprise party

told them "i don't care about you"

kept ignoring them

brought lots of attention to them

asked them to perform in front of an audience, like right now, without prep

asked them to do something they're uncomfortable with, "oh, but you have to do it, for [loved one]!"

invited them to a social gathering

took them to a fancy restaurant

told them they're a bad friend / partner / ...

wrote them a poem

died two weeks ago (they only found out now)

pulled a prank on them that went very wrong

pulled them aside from the crowd

told them a secret

exposed something about them that should've been kept private

told them "we need to talk."

punched them

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[multiwreckedmess]

Helloooo. Badboy!Yunho ??👀

yesssssss what about himmmm? you raaaaang? i'm always down for Badboy!yunho but he has many FLAVORS 👀

actually oh my god idea. badboy!yunho x nerd!reader no sex just build up but AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhahhahahaaha thoughts THOUGHTS no warnings ain't nothing here.

badboy!yunho is kind of the worst group project partner. He watches you tapping away at your laptop muttering under your breath with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. It's not the grin that's infuriating, at least one of you is having a good time, it's the fact that he's only brought his cellphone with him to his make up meeting.

You see, you'd normally just do the project alone, holed up in your dorm, but at least a portion of the final grade is based on four mandatory group meetings throughout the semester. Unfortunately Yunho had been "sick" (read: hungover) for the meeting the past Sunday and you had agreed to meet up again for extra credit.

"Have any plans tonight?"

"I suppose you're going to ask if you can leave to go pre-game with your frat bros." You don't even bother to look up from the google doc, not yet even opened by him.

"That's what you think of me?"

"Am I wrong?"

The chair creeks as he leans away from you without answering. Phone laying neglected on the table, he isn't even pretending to work. Not that he did much on the phone besides scroll on Instagram with his volume up.

"I'm sorry but I don't see the point of us meeting if you aren't going to at least contribute something. I can't imagine that your phone is your only device available," you finally scoff, patience waning thin. The space feels more like an interrogation chamber than a study nook. Frankly the oppositional stance he'd taken across from you did not help with the tension, his eyes always tracing you.

"Is my charming smile not enough of a benefit?" He flashes a winning grin at you.

"No."

"What if we fucked? Would that be considered contributing?"

"My sex life is fine, thanks." Embarrassment burns in your cheeks as you try to hold the guise of studying. The cursor blinking hopefully on the long forgotten running bibliography tab.

Yunho sees his opening. Your head ducking deeper into the laptop screen without any sounds of typing is a dead giveaway. Getting up he circles the table to stand just over your shoulder, leaning in as though he was genuinely interested in the work you were doing. "That's not what I asked."

You lamely toggle the open windows on your screen, pretending not to hear him. Despite his hushed volume, his face was close enough to yours to feel the warmth of his skin radiating.

"I wanted to know, by your definition, if we fucked if that would count as participation in the project. We're going to fuck anyway, I just want to know if I'll get credit."

Goosebumps bloom down your shoulders all the way to buzz at your fingertips. Sitting in a stunned silent, almost out of body experience, you watch as Yunho rubs your forearm gently.

"Are you cold?" He asks a little too loudly before leaning over to loosely hold you in a back hug. "Or are you just excited at the thought?"

Maybe you are a little cold. His body heat feels nice to have so close to you. He's like a big electric blanket velcro'd to you and you can't help but start to enjoy the way your shoulders fit nicely between his. "No. Yunho, I need you to focus. I need to focus."

He promptly withdraws to your side, perched over the computer still but in his own bubble. Dragging a chair to your side he watches as you type, tabbing between windows and fleshing out the outline. Slowly his head weighs his arm down and he ends up nearly laying across the table, looking up at you instead of the screen. "If I focus, will you go out with me tonight?"

"Sure." You answer curtly. Then his question hits you in the back of the head like a stack of bricks. "No, wait, what?"

His eyes a brighten. "No take backsies, you said-"

"Are you joking?" Anger and embarrassment bubbles inside of you.

"I'm yours for now but you're mine tonight."

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 110... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

*Ahem...*

OH MY GOODNESS!!!! 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

THIS CHAPTER WAS CRAZY GOOD & HAD IT ME GOING NUTS BY THE END OF IT...!!! 😵

This was another informative chapter with something that might've just confirmed something ABSOLUTELY BIG...!!! 😲 So let's talk about it, shall we...? 😉

We begin this chapter basically right where we left off last time and Loid thinks to himself that maybe the reason that Melinda claims that Donovan is an alien might be some sort of metaphor for her not comprehending Donovan's way of thinking, so he asks her why she thinks this, and Melinda immediately shuts down Twilight's proclamation that Donovan won't find out about what they've discussed here... While in the waiting room, Melinda's bodyguard over hears Melinda shouting, but before she can do anything, Fiona goes to have a chat with her to ease her worry while also trying to get some info out of her....:

I honestly didn't expect to see Fiona show up and come in clutch to get extra information about Melinda, though I probably should have...! 😅

After that, we cut back to Twilight trying to calm Melinda down and convince her that he stands with her...! So, he tells her...:

I am so glad that Twilight told Melinda to get away from Donovan as soon as possible because I know that some people were worried that Loid was just gonna encourage her to stay with Donovan just so that he can get more information from her, but luckily that wasn't Loid's plan...! In fact as stated in the image above, if Twilight has proof that Donovan is abusing Melinda, it would cause a scandal and possibly lead to him being removed from power...! But before Twilight could her ask anything, Melinda stops him and says that Donovan hasn't done anything to her... This eventually leads Twilight to tell Melinda his observation of her:

Gosh, I feel so bad for Melinda... 😔 She doesn't deserve what's happening to her...

After that, Melinda decides that it's too late to hide that she came here, so she tells Twilight when she started to notice Donovan change...:

And then, Melinda reveals why she thinks that Donovan was replaced by alien...:

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! 😱 DID MELINDA JUST CONFIRM THAT DONOVAN IS INDEED A TELEPATH JUST LIKE ANYA!?!? 😵😵😵

I am seriously FREAKING OUT right now because I (and many others) have thought about this possibility FOR A LONG TIME!! 😵 GAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY AT THIS POINT...!!! 😫

After THAT bombshell, Melinda tells Loid about how scared she is of Donovan as well as all of this...:

MELINDA...!!! 💔😭💔

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE HER AND CHILDREN FROM THIS MAN IMMEDIATELY!!! 😫

Then, Twilight suggests to Melinda that she should convince Donovan to come to therapy as well, which leads to the funniest image in this whole chapter...!!:

🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂

In the end, Twilight did his best to work with Melinda before she left, but he felt that he might have pushed her little too much, so now Loid awaits for Melinda's examination results as he heads home... And of course, someone else learns of Donovan possibly being a telepath...!!:

OF COURSE ANYA WAS GONNA HEAR ABOUT THIS!!! 🗣🗣🗣

And that was Mission 110, it was both fantastic and crazy at the same time!!! 👌😌

This chapter was a very serious one throughout (except for the happy Donovan alien part, that was just so hilarious!! 🤣) Now I'm wondering where do we go from here...? 🤔 Is something bad gonna happen to Melinda because this? What is Anya (hell, even Loid) gonna do with the information that was dropped in this chapter...? 😲

IS DONOVAN MOST DEFINITELY A TELEPATH?!?! 😱 (The signs point to yes for me! 👌)

We are definitely in some deep territory here, so who knows what's gonna happen next...!! But, I am (hopefully) ready for ANYTHING...!!! 😆 So, until the next Mission; take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! LATER Y'ALL!!! 👋😁

[superficialdomina]

Down Under - Epilogue

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+; minors DNI. After-effects of a debaucherous night. References to past sexy activities. Mentions of medical stuff. A teeny bit of fluff.

Part 5

Series masterlist

A/N: That's it, folks! Thank you to everyone who joined me in this absolute ridiculousness - I have appreciated every one of you so much.

Epilogue

You awoke on a transport bed, surrounded by the hum and click of medical machinery. Your head was pounding like the worst hangover of your life.

Bruce was hanging a serious-looking plastic bag above your head; it was only when you traced the line that you realised it was connected to a canula in your forearm.

“Welcome back,” he said with a smile. “How’re you feeling?”

“Ugh. Awful. What’s in the bag?”

“Just fluids. Y’all had a pretty rough night.”

Rough… It all came flooding back to you. The lab. The flask. The wild, uninhibited hours spent entangled with the pale, beautiful, trickster god.

“Oh God,” you muttered, then realising how they must have found you, “oh Christ - did the Captain see me naked?” You lifted your hands to cover your face in humiliation; your entire body protested at the sudden movement, and you were abruptly aware that you were very, very sore.

Banner looked surprised, and a little horrified. “No! No, when we got there you were passed out under a blanket, and Loki was meditating on the other side of the pool.”

Loki. True to his word, his priority had been to protect you. What did he tell them?

“Is he – alright? Wait, what do you mean, “got there”? Where am I?”

You finally had the wherewithal to take in your surroundings. You were in what seemed to be a makeshift medical bay in a large canvas tent; through the open tent flaps, you could spot the finger-like protrusion of Sundial Peak pointing up into the sky. It looked like early evening.

“You’re back at the Hall’s Gap base camp. Loki’s fine. Exhausted. He – he carried you down.”

You stared at him. “Carried me… What?”

“I mean, the rest of us – me, Thor, Cap, all of us – we took turns at the other end of the stretcher. But he took the front handles the whole way down. Insisted.” He shrugged.

It was all too much to process. You swallowed, then tried a different tact.

“Am I – cured? I mean,” you shook your head to clear it and instantly regretted it. “The fungicides... It wasn’t – what was it?”

“Ah – yeah. Sorry about that. Not a fungus, it turns out – a parasite. Those meds never had a chance.”

A parasite. You shuddered. “And – what, you’ve developed a cure already?” Even for a genius being bankrolled by Tony Stark, that seemed fast.

“Oh. Ah, no. It was…”

“Oh ho, she’s awake!” Ray’s sharp accent stabbed through the peaceful evening air. “Those antimalarials work a treat, eh?”

“I don’t…”

“It was Ray’s idea, actually,” Bruce explained. “Once we figured out that it was a parasite, we broke into the village pharmacy and grabbed a few doses of chloroquine. Tony’s got a team in town now, distributing it to the residents.”

“So, what – Loki and I were the guinea pigs?”

“Ah – no,” Banner said again, shifting awkwardly and looking anywhere but Ray’s direction. “No, we… ah – we three…” He trailed off, cheeks a delightful shade of pink; you understood very clearly what he, Ray and Thor had been engaged in when you’d tried to call the previous evening.

“Best night I’ve had in twenty years,” Ray said with a grin and a wink. “The big one’s got quite the weapon on him. Anyway - you’d better go tell that brooding mate of yours that you’re back in the land of the living.”

You looked to Bruce, whose face was still bright red. “Is that alright? Can I get up?”

“Yeah, if you can keep this above your head.” He handed you the saline bag attached to your arm; you tried awkwardly to lift it above you, but everything hurt too much.

“Here,” Ray offered, “how’s this.” She wedged the plastic handle of the bag into the jagged end of her walking stick, then planted the stick in your hands. “Oughta keep ya pretty upright, anyway.”

You stood, and for the first time, you noticed you were wearing your own clothing; another one of Loki’s gifts, no doubt. You took one wobbly step, then another, until you were confident that you could move about on your own, then followed Ray out of the med bay.

You found Loki at the edge of the lake, skipping stones across the water. He looked up at the sound of your footsteps, and you both spoke at once.

“Loki, I’m so sorry—”

“Please accept my apologies—”

You looked at him quizzically. “Loki… It was all my fault. I broke the flasks. If it hadn’t been for me, we never would have…” You stopped at the look on his face.

“Actually,” he said softly, “the culture flasks were sterile. The Doctor believes it most likely that we were infected upon close proximity to the rats.”

The dead rats in the lab. Or rather, in Loki’s interdimensional pocket. Or wherever they were now.

You hadn’t been aware of the guilt you were carrying until the weight of it was lifted. Now, you felt the heady rush of relief. Sterile. Not my fault. Almost unconsciously, you sat down beside him.

“…ask again that you please accept my deepest apologies,” Loki was saying. He bowed his head and lifted his hand to his chest.  

You were quiet for a moment, then said, “Banner told me what you did. Bringing me down off the mountain. I… Thank you. And thank you for… for staying with me.”

The corner of his mouth edged up into a smirk, and he raised his eyes to yours. “If I may boast,” he said in response, “the drugs they gave us had not yet taken effect when we brought your stretcher back to camp. It was the hardest” he paused for effect, “hike of my life.”

You imagined him sporting a raging hard-on as he carried you down the mountain, and laughed.

“You know the other three…”

“Oh, I heard. Your compatriot shared extensive details. A ‘Thorgy’, I believe she termed it.”

“Oh God, please don’t say any more.” Still laughing, you gave an exaggerated shudder. Then you sobered. “Um - how are you now? Recovered?”

“What exactly are you asking, darling?”

 “What? No! I mean – I just wanted to make sure…”

He smiled. “I jest, of course. I will be fine. A little more wary of abandoned research animals in future, but that only seems prudent.” He reached out and took your hand. “And you? Are you… well?”

You stared down at your hand, clasped in his. It was ridiculous – pathetic, really – that this simple touch could elicit the flutter of nervous warmth now inching up your arm. Not after… After everything. And yet you found yourself hoping he wouldn’t let you go.

“Yeah, I’m… I’ll be OK.” You gave his hand a small squeeze. “So – so that’s it, then?”

“That is it.”

You stood, trying to pull your hand from his grasp. But Loki held tight.

“Unless…”

You swallowed. “Unless?”

“Dinner. Next Saturday evening? My apartment. As I said, lefse is only truly delicious when it is fresh off the griddle.”

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[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Perfect 10 Liners time! I was out of town, and then rather desperately attempting to catch up with a whole bunch of shows, so didn't have time to share my silly little thoughts on the last couple of episodes. But I am very much digging the PerthSanta combo! Much like Arc, there is a touch of the old school with Yotha (hiding feelings behind a wall of cold), but I like how Perth is playing with letting the mask slip. This is the first lead role I've seen Santa in, and I am adoring him.

I love that we get little glimpses of the ArcArm domestic era.

Pure fluffy goodness.

Yotha is totally going to make Gun wear those ears during sex someday.

Fai's delight at his brother being so whipped is bringing me life.

Ha, and giving him a hard time about everything. Perfect sibling energy.

What I find particularly funny is how much of this lunchtime convo is Yotha finding every opportunity to show off to everyone how close he is to Gun. They were at the bar together, he's talked to Gun's mom. He is 100% staking his claim here.

Lol, Lookwa is such a BL mom staple. But also, what the hell did she do to these kids? I hate seeing Faifa's light just vanish when she's present.

Ah, this explains a lot.

The fact that Yotha is most angry about her hurting Fai hits straight to the heart.

I do wish we would get more characters gently suggesting therapy to one another, because Yotha definitely needs some.

I do like how much we see Wa wanting to still be Yotha's friend, because it is proof that Yotha is genuinely a good guy, who has just lost his way a bit.

Oh no, I am not ok. Not my precious babies.

Logically I love that we have a plotline about toxic jealousy and how much it fucks things up, and how you need to have a boundary around it (and that is how you enforce a boundary Klao, well done!), but also it's my AouBoom, and I do not like them in pain. Oh god, their historical series this year is so going to fuck me up, isn't it?

Oh, this episode is going to be full of heart punches. Fantastic.

Also, I do have to laugh a little at Gun moving into the one dorm in all of BL that has constant power outages. The universe wants this man to be cuddled every night.

As much as I make fun of the college BL, I do really appreciate that even series like this, which are not super deep, take the time to distance themselves from the old toxic tropes of the past. In the old tropes, Yotha would be an asshole and it would just be acceptable. Here, they make a point of how him lashing out genuinely hurt Gun, and it's not ok.

Lol, Yotha is so bad at relationships, good lord. Fortunately for him, at this stage, Gun is willing to accept a "let me kiss you and climb on top of you" as an apology, but it's not going to work every time, Yotha. At some point, you will need to learn to use words.

One thing GMMTV will nail every time is the friend group dynamics.

There's something so cute about Fai, who is friends with literally everyone, always coming back to this little group. He really enjoys being with his future brother-in-law, and I love that for them both.

Not Yotha deliberately taking off the tie so he could get Gun to put it on in front of the entire class...

Honestly, I do respect Yotha's ability to not care what anyone around him thinks.

I am so here for the Arm Gun friendship, they are clearly soulmates.

Also this brother dynamic.

At some point we need a series that is told exclusively from the point of these background characters, who keep seeing romantic and dramatic moments playing out in class while they're trying to study.

No, Boom, no smoking! It's so unsexy.

Of course that's the moment Gun walks back. This episode is trying to hurt me personally.

It doesn't help that I'm realizing I am so much like Gun in so many ways. Oh sweetie, we really feel things deeply, don't we.

Ohhh, and the matching tattoos. Oh, the pain for little Beagle.

Lol, Klao is just apparently always ready to throw down. I guess at least this time it was channeled in the right direction.

Also, kids, if you get repeatedly punched and then hit in the head with a board, please go to the hospital.

Yes Fai! Call him out.

I'm so glad Yai is done with the enabling. Now get Yotha to go to therapy!

Hmm, I think all of these boys could use some therapy. I hate saying this about an AouBoom couple, but they are not ready to get back together yet.

I like how seriously they are treating this. There is so much casual fighting in BLs, but it is genuinely upsetting to see in real life.

Also Fai continues to be the most emotionally intelligent guy we've seen in a long time. He's such a good friend. Wine is going to be so well taken care of.

God, Santa is killing this scene.

Can we take a moment and just appreciate these three? This material could feel so flat in the wrong hands, but they are elevating the hell out of it. Faifa's anger, Yotha's desperation, Gun's pain.

Say what you want about GMMTV, but they sure as hell know how to find and cultivate talent.

Also I am just continually falling more in love with Fai.

Aww, they're all looking out for Gun. Good boys.

Worst acting job in the world, Arm. Fortunately, Gun is hella naive.

My poor baby. I feel for you Gun!

Yotha, I told you that you would need to learn to use words.

Woof, what a feelings ride this week!