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cinnaminsvga · 4 years

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Sweeter than Strawberries | Jungkook

→ summary: at euphoria bakery, seasonal changes also bring seasonal menu items. when you find out that your favorite strawberry shortcake milkshake was phased out after the end of summer, it takes only one puppy eyed look from you for jeon jungkook to make it for you anyway—just don’t tell his boss about it, alright?

→ genre: bakery!au, s2l, fluff → warnings: none unless you count the fact that i’m writing shy!jungkook again :^D, we love mutual pining in this house ex dee → words: 4.5K → a/n: this was commissioned by @ihatemathanal!! i was super stoked to write this bc it’s really cute and sometimes it’s nice to just write happy fluffy things every once in a while (aka zee is turning into a fluff writer jfc) it got a lil longer than it was supposed to, but that’s bc i got carried away lol anyway i hope you guys enjoy!! (ps: this also works for the bgw bingo so... tyg for s2l fics!! let’s get it!!)

For the most part, the beginning of autumn is usually your favorite time of the year. When the tree leaves begin to yellow and the air gains a significantly colder bite, this signifies the end of pit stains and sweaty thighs and the start of sweater paws and chapped lips. Above all, you are most excited, of course, for an excuse to gorge yourself on steaming mugs of hot chocolate, paired with delicious mountains of warm gooey brownies.

For the most part, these are all things that often get you excited for the coming chill. What you do not think to remember, however, is that while these seasonal changes bring more good than bad, there still remains a little snag: a small oversight, if you will. As businesses all over the world begin the annual transition to the colder months, so does your favorite bakery across the street from your university. After all, summer ingredients grow scarcer as the year nears its end, so it’s understandable for bakeries to switch up their menu to keep up with both the supply and demand.

What does any of this have to do with anything? Well, long story short—

Your favorite strawberry shortcake milkshake is about to get phased out. No, scratch that—it’s already been phased out, right from under your very nose, no less!

You shouldn’t have been surprised, really. You have always known it was a specialty drink; your best friend had even been the one to introduce it to you just near the end of your summer classes:

“This is Euphoria Bakery,” Namjoon had said with a smile, waving cheerily at the two boys manning the till. You heard him chuckle in amusement when your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, staring longingly at the sweet treats and baked goods lining the display case.

Namjoon had stolen your attention away, however, when he pointed to the chalkboard menu on the wall. As it turned out, the bakery also doubled as a cafe, serving the usual coffees and teas while also making the occasional specialty drink for different seasons or holidays. The chalkboard was decorated beautifully, the menu items written out in neat cursive with tiny little doodles littering its margins. On one of the boards, there was a new drink item being advertised in bold pink letters—a great summer treat!—or so it said.

“Jungkook-ssi, can you get me and Y/N a strawberry shortcake milkshake? Extra whipped cream for me, please!” Namjoon called out to one of the boys, startling the younger of the two. The boy, Jungkook, must have been busy fiddling with the cash register that he hadn’t noticed your arrival.

“N-Namjoon-hyung? Sorry, I was just busy counting the money—” Jungkook stopped short in his speech, his tongue getting caught in his mouth when his eyes landed directly on you. He had made a strangled sound, like he had swallowed his spit too quickly and was struggling to regain his composure. “H-Hello?”

You realized belatedly that he must have been greeting you, as you had been distracted by his fidgetiness. His nervousness was cute, if a little bit contagious; you couldn’t help feeling anxious too, like your heart was missing every other beat, even though you had no reason to be. “Hello! My name is Y/N. It’s my first time coming here, but Namjoon says your new summer menu item is really good? I wanted to try it out for myself.”

Jungkook nodded, still staring wide-eyed at you as if in a trance. You expected him to start... well. You weren’t an expert on how bakeries or cafes are run, but you were pretty sure he should’ve started doing something after you had spoken, perhaps ring up your order on the register, or start working on your drinks. Instead, he’s still frozen in place, like he’d somehow short-circuited within the last two minutes.

It seemed you weren’t the only one who noticed his odd behavior because the man working with him suddenly pushed Jungkook to the side, a brief smirk flashing across his face before it was quickly replaced by a more subdued, professional smile.

“Sorry about him. He’s usually my best baker, but sometimes he can get a little... distracted when he’s confronted with sweet things,” the man said nonchalantly, but it seemed that his innocent-sounding comment had embarrassed Jungkook greatly.

“Jimin-hyung!” Jungkook whined, stomping his foot not unlike a bunny. If you squinted a little bit, you could definitely see the resemblance.

Namjoon, who had been quietly watching everything unfold, chose that moment to pipe up. “Oh, I see. I didn’t know you had a type, but after thinking about it—” Namjoon shot a surreptitious glance at you, before turning back to Jungkook with a teasing grin, “—I can definitely see why.”

At the time, you had no idea what was going on, mostly confused as to why Jungkook had suddenly become so red-faced while Namjoon and Jimin giggled like a couple of high school girls. It seemed like you were somehow the main reason for his embarrassment, so you were quick to poke Namjoon in the stomach, effectively silencing him.

“Hey! Stop teasing the poor boy. He’s just being nice,” you said, pointing a soft smile back at Jungkook. “Sorry about him. I’m sure you’re an excellent baker, judging from how wonderful and cute all these cakes on the display look.” Somehow, your praise had only made Jungkook’s cheeks brighten even further. He cleared his throat as if to say something in response, before changing his mind and scuttling away to the back room instead.

“I’m going to start making your milkshake! D-don’t mind me!” He called out from behind the door, causing Jimin to finally break down into raucous giggles, nearly doubling over from his own mirth.

“Aish, that kid. He never learns, huh…” Jimin sighed, but the smile on his face is kind—the sort of fond look an older brother might have for his kid brother. He turned back to you and Namjoon with that lingering softness as he rang the two of you up, before chatting idly with you as you waited for Jungkook to finish making your drinks.

“I’ve never seen you around, Y/N-ssi. Jungkook—sorry, I meant I definitely would’ve noticed you if I did. You go to the same university as Namjoon-ssi, right?” Jimin asked, flipping a pen between his fingers with incredible dexterity. You were slightly distracted by that, faintly jealous of how his short fingers could somehow manage such a feat.

“I—yeah, I do. I’m assuming you’re also a student?”

“Yep. I actually met Namjoon-ssi when we took that one music theory class together. I was handing out flyers for this bakery after class and he happened to be one of the first people to actually come,” he said, winking at Namjoon. You watched with much interest when your friend turned a faint shade of pink, his hand coming up behind his neck—a signature tick of his whenever he was feeling shy or nervous.

“I-It was nothing… I mean, your seasonal drinks are always so good! I remember your old snowman-shaped donuts with the raspberry filling? I still dream of it sometimes,” Namjoon sighed, eyes going glassy for a moment.

Jimin laughed, his eyes crinkling into cute little crescents. “Oh, stop it! I remember how you’d come here even after we stopped serving that donut and you’d beg us to make them again.”

“And yet you never did, even though I know you have the ingredients to make them,” Namjoon pouted, but there’s endearment dancing in his expression.

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “I never pegged Namjoon as a sweet-tooth guy, so this is honestly all a very big surprise to me. I should be pumped for this milkshake then, huh? Hopefully, you aren’t just hyping it up and I’ll end up disappointed.”

Before either Namjoon or Jimin could retort, Jungkook had reappeared from the back room with two large cups in hand, almost tripping over his untied apron string but managing to get to the counter in one piece.

“Here you go. I hope you won’t be disappointed when you try it,” he said, gaze averted downwards when he hands you your cup. Your fingers grazed each other for a second, nearly causing both of you to drop the drink like it was on fire.

“S-sorry,” you laughed it off, feeling your ears get a little red from your blunder. You pointedly ignored Namjoon’s arched brow, no doubt enjoying your sudden shyness. Without waiting for him to get his own cup, you casually tear off the straw wrapper and take your first sip of the drink.

“So?” Jungkook asked after a while, watching with bated breath as you take a good gulp of the milkshake. “How is it? Is it worth the hype?” You don’t speak for a moment, further aggravating the two bakers as you carefully chewed on the bits of strawberry in the drink.

“This—” you said, speaking slowly for increased dramatic effect. You could hear Namjoon groan beside you, used to your need for unnecessary anticipation. Even as you paused for a moment longer, you could already feel the smile creeping up your face, unable to completely hide your giddiness. “—is fantastic. Show-stopping. Best thing since sliced bread! I could live on this shit alone.”

Jungkook released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, chuckling in relief as you began to completely devour the treat in mere minutes. “I’m… really glad you like it,” he said with a wide, toothy grin. You were so immersed in your drink that you missed the way he sighed softly, hand gently cradling his chest where his heart would be.

Namjoon had taken his own sip as well, sighing dreamily as the creamy and sweet flavor overtook his palate. “Truly the best drink in existence. If I was a Twitch streamer or some shit, I’d promote this regularly for free.”

His comment made Jimin giggle softly, but his gaze is trained on something else entirely. “I’m flattered, but maybe don’t promote Y/N’s cup, over here. We don’t typically have strawberries and hearts doodled all over our cups,” he said, smirking slyly.

Lo and behold, your cup did have small doodles littering its sides whereas Namjoon’s was just a plain white paper cup. “Oh,” you said, blushing furiously when you finally noticed. Your flush was nothing compared to the one on Jungkook’s cheeks, however. The two of you refused to make eye contact after that, both of you trying (and failing) to silence the amused snickers of your respective friends.

Despite that slightly embarrassing (and heartwarming) experience, that had marked the start of your love for the tiny bakery and their special strawberry shortcake milkshake. You returned to Euphoria Bakery as often as you could throughout the summer, even going to visit it without Namjoon most of the time. You would even occasionally go out of your way to visit the bakery, even after your summer classes had ended and there was really no reason for you to be around the area.

It also didn’t hurt that the boy behind the counter was especially cute, with his big doe eyes and melodic laughter that always got your heart beating erratically in your chest. It hadn’t taken long for you to admit to yourself that you had a not-so-tiny crush and every visit to the bakery only made you fall deeper for him.

Namjoon has assured you that Jungkook clearly has a crush on you too, but you’re quick to shut him down. It is one thing to be shy and awkward around a girl and another to have a crush on the aforementioned girl. As you visited the bakery more and more, you do notice that Jungkook is more reserved when it comes to other female clientele, although, dare you hope? He does seem a little bit more… nervous, when he talks to you, but that could be your lovesick eyes playing tricks on you.

Never mind the fact that he only ever seems to leave cute doodles on your cups alone, but that could just be a coincidence, right? After all, he can hardly hold a conversation with you when you try to speak with him, always eager to rush to the backroom to make your drink.

Your visits usually consist of making idle chit chat with Jimin after greeting both him and Jungkook. The younger boy often dips the moment he sees you through the glass door, automatically going to prepare your favorite summer treat without even having to ask for your order. He never stays to stick around long enough to make conversation, as he eventually excuses himself to do some chore or another. During one of your trips, you tentatively asked Jimin if Jungkook was avoiding you, to which the blonde boy just laughed heartily at your query.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. He’ll come around eventually; he’s just nervous. Don’t tell him I told you this, but…” he trails off, peeking over his shoulder to make sure Jungkook wouldn’t accidentally overhear him. When he turns back to you, the smirk on his face is equal parts amused and mischievous. He looks a little impish, though you aren’t sure if he’d take that too kindly. “Jungkook always stares out the door, waiting for you to arrive. I’ve caught him red-handed far too many times for it to be a coincidence.”

Your cheeks flush warmly at his words but don’t say anything after that. You suppose all you can do is wait for him to start warming up to you eventually, and you hope the day comes sooner as the summer days grow shorter and shorter.

Of course, that day does come eventually, but probably not on the day you wished it would happen.

Like all good things, summer comes to its close and so does the summer menu options offered at Euphoria Bakery. Jimin had already told you a week beforehand that your favorite strawberry shortcake milkshake would get phased out as soon as July hit, but you refused to listen. You had hoped that as his regular customer and friend, perhaps Jimin would make an exception and prolong the milkshake’s lifetime for your sake, but it seems that Jimin has made it clear that friendship and business are two separate entities that he will not allow to coincide.

“Please Jimin? Just one more time? I’ll even settle for a small size,” you beg, your entire body draped over the cashier counter like the pathetic plebeian that you are. Thankfully, since you have made it a habit to pass by the bakery when it’s close to closing time, there aren’t any other patrons left to judge your pitiful display. Unthankfully, that also means Jimin is free to flick you on the forehead with no holds barred, leaving a large red welt where his finger hits.

“I already told you that I won’t budge, not even if you licked my Balenciagas. Besides, we’re out of strawberries anyway.” Jimin huffs, rolling his eyes at your pained whines as you grasp your head in agony. “Oh stop it, will you? I didn’t even hit you that hard.”

“I beg to differ, hyung.” Jungkook pipes up, startling both you and Jimin. Jungkook is usually content to wiping down the glass displays or tables while he passively listens to the two of you bicker, humming occasionally to indicate that he’s still listening, so it comes as a small surprise whenever he does decide to speak up. He must have noticed this too, as his ears quickly begin to redden as he scrambles to finish his sentence. “I-I mean, hyung might have small hands, but his finger flicks are no joke. You could break someone’s skull with that thing.”

“Who are you calling small, huh?” Jimin growls, but the playful smirk on his face tells you that he’s just teasing. He pulls Jungkook in a headlock, who surprisingly doesn’t seem all that bothered by the fact that Jimin is actively trying to block his windpipe with his strong forearms. “Take it back!”

“Never,” Jungkook wheezes, effortlessly removing himself from Jimin’s grip. He dusts himself off, not even breathless. “Also, why’d you lie to Y/N like that? We still have strawberries in the back. How else would we make our strawberry jam tarts?”

Jimin squawks indignantly, folding his arms. “How dare you sell out our company secrets! I could fire you for that!”

Jungkook scoffs, bumping Jimin with his hip. Jungkook must also not know his own strength, because he accidentally causes Jimin to stumble a few steps back, nearly toppling over one of their bread racks. “You’re joking. If you fired me, no one would be able to make the bagels in the morning because you never know how to proof them correctly.”

“Slander!” Jimin hisses, pinching Jungkook’s side in retaliation. You and Jungkook laugh at his childish pouts, but the older boy can’t hide his own mirth for too long. “Fine. You can stay. But you,” he points at you this time, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You better not seduce my boy over here to make your strawberry shortcake milkshake. I have eyes and ears everywhere.” He drags his finger to the corner of the walls, where there is—

“There’s nothing there?” You follow where he’s pointing, but all you can see is a stray cobweb that Jungkook must have missed while dusting this morning. “Am I supposed to be looking at something?”

“Jimin is thinking of installing surveillance cameras soon. He’s convinced that someone is trying to steal his banana cream pie recipe.” Jungkook shrugs. He slings an arm around Jimin’s shoulder, glaringly delighted when their height difference becomes even more apparent while he stands close to him. “Anyway, I promise I won’t get ‘seduced’ by her, or whatever you want to call it. Why don’t you head home early for tonight? I’ll close up and I’ll try to convince Y/N to try our other pastries as a replacement.”

You open your mouth to try and protest, but Jungkook sends you a cheeky wink, making sure that his boss doesn’t catch him in the act. Bemused but interested to see what he’s up to, you decide to keep quiet and wait for him to continue.

“Don’t try and think you’re being slick here, buddy,” Jimin says, closing in on Jungkook’s personal space by pressing his chest against his. “If I see that you break the bakery code and serve her that drink… There will be consequences.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, sighing dramatically as he gently pries the smaller man away from him. “Yeah, yeah. I got you. No funny business, I promise. Now get out of here, hyung. Leave the rest to me.”

Jimin gives him one last firm look before squinting warily at you, lips pursed tightly. “No seducing,” he repeats, wagging his finger at you. He unties the apron around his neck, throwing it haphazardly at the coat hanger on the back door where his jacket was hanging. He folds it over his arm and points at the corner of the ceiling with his free hand once more before exiting through the front entrance, the soft bells hanging above the doorway tinkling in his wake.

When he’s gone, you release a breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding. “Well, that was easier than expected. I didn’t think you’d be able to get him to leave. He must trust you a lot, huh?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Nah. He’s just lazy. He hates closing the bakery and will jump at any opportunity to go home early.”

You nod. “Seems like him.” There’s a beat of silence. “So… How much seducing am I gonna have to do to get my milkshake, huh?”

Like you guessed, Jungkook immediately turns red at your words, spluttering and stammering over his spit for a few seconds before managing to come up with a reply. “O-oh, there’s no need for that. I was gonna make the drink for you anyway.”

“But what about the quote-unquote consequences?” you ask, still worried that you might be getting Jungkook in trouble. You’d rather have your arm cut off than have him get punished, no matter how small it might be.

“No need to worry about that. Jimin might pretend to be a prickly old man sometimes, but he’s mostly just full of hot air,” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head in amusement. “He’ll just make me treat him to some skewers or something. He’s just teasing.”

“If… If you say so? I just really don’t want him to get angry with you…” you say, voice turning small as you tried to reign your embarrassment in. “I know I made a fool of myself just moments ago and begged like a baby for the milkshake, but I was just exaggerating…”

“Something tells me that you aren’t, but let’s pretend for your sake that you are,” Jungkook says. You huff indignantly at his teasing, but you’re more overjoyed by the sight of his cute bunny smile. You had only seen it in passing a few times in the past, but seeing it directed at you is an entirely different experience. Because of you, your mind helpfully supplies.

He heads over to the backroom to begin preparing your drink, but he keeps the door open this time so you can see him even from behind the counter. You can mostly only see the large industrial ovens and bread racks filled to the brim with all sorts of pastries proofing for the night, but you do catch a glimpse of the sole blender near the back. Jungkook grabs the glass jar first and then walks over to the fridge just out of your sight, most likely to grab the ingredients needed for your milkshake.

The bakery is mostly silent, save for the sound of Jungkook moving and assembling everything. You rack your brain for some sort of conversation starter, as the atmosphere between the two of you has begun to return to its usual awkward state as you skirt around each other, unsure of where either of you stands. You might have known him for a while now, but today is the most you’ve ever spoken to him and the tension is palpable.

“So.” You clear your throat, heart beating a mile a minute in your chest. “I… guess this is going to be the last time I have this drink, huh?”

The sound of Jungkook chopping on the cutting board pauses for a second. You can only see his left shoulder from where you’re standing, but you can see it tense even then. “I… I mean, will you stop coming over to the bakery if it is the last time?”

There are so many things you want to say all at once, but the words somehow get caught in your throat. You want to say that you love coming to the bakery to see them (though it’s mostly Jungkook if you’re being honest) and that the strawberry shortcake milkshake had just been an excuse to visit for a while now. You want to keep visiting for as long as they’ll have you—but you don’t know how to say it without hot humiliation running down your spine. You don’t want to weird him out by confessing to him all of a sudden. And so, you clam up, not knowing how to respond.

When Jungkook throws in all the ingredients in the blender, he doesn’t turn it on immediately. He tilts his head to the side, not fully looking at you but giving you a view of his beautiful side profile. You see his Adam’s apple bob for a moment, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he speaks. “Because… If that’s how it’s going to be, then maybe… buying a couple of skewers for Jimin won’t be so bad.”

You freeze. “What? Are you saying that...”

“I’ll keep making the drink for you, even if it’s not on the menu anymore?” Jungkook finishes, turning fully to face you. There’s a shy grin on his face, coupled with the ever-present pink flush high on his cheekbones. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. We’ll have to be sneaky about it, though. You’ll have to come to the bakery only when I’m closing so that he doesn’t catch us but otherwise…” He scratches the tip of his nose, looking embarrassed. “If… If you’re fine doing that, I mean.”

It feels like an eternity before you can remember how to function like a regular human being again. Your insides feel like molten lava and you’re certain that your internal organs have begun to self-destruct right after that super-effective hit from Jeon Jungkook, super baker boy extraordinaire. It’s mind-blowing how effortlessly cute he can be, making you realize belatedly that his quiet demeanor over the past few weeks had been a blessing and not a curse. If he had been this sweet with you from the get-go, you’d surely be melted butter on a sidewalk by now.

“I would love you—I mean, I would love it if you did that for me, actually.” You stammer, resisting the urge to punch yourself in the tit. You’re thankful for the lack of mirrors at the bakery, for you are positive that you must look like the devil’s blazing red testicles at this point.

“Great,” Jungkook smiles softly. He turns the blender off, pouring your drink into a paper cup. “Oh, before I forget…” He grabs a marker from the small tin can near the cash register, and you watch as he quickly scribbles a few hearts around the circumference of the cup. “There we go. Now it’s done.”

As Jungkook hands your drink to you, you’re hit with a moment of déjà vu when your fingers brush just like the first time you had met. You sense the same familiar shock of electricity when you touch, but instead of pulling away like before, Jungkook surprises you for the third time that day.

When he’s sure that you have a secure grip on your cup, he grabs your free hand with his, unfurling your fingers until he can get a hold of your pinky. He curls his pinky into yours, linking them together with a bashful smile on his lips. “There. Now we pinky promised to each other.”

“Y-yes. Of course,” you mumble, giggling lightly when he still refuses to let go. “I pinky promise.”

Five minutes away from Euphoria Bakery, Jimin sits quietly in his parked car, his figure hunched over the small screen of his phone as he chuckles loudly to himself. There is a tiny video of two people, a boy and a girl, with their hands held together. Despite the quality being grainy and warped, Jimin needs no confirmation as to who those people are; he’s always known, after all.

“All according to keikaku.” He whistles happily, already salivating at the thought of all the skewers Jungkook will have to buy for him.

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yoonjinkooked · 3 years

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CHEMISTRY | JHS (3)

PART 3 - ONE KISS

(pls ignore my old URL, i’m too lazy to change it now RIP)

DRABBLE SERIES, TONS OF SHORT LITTLE CHAPTERS.

SERIES MASTERLIST Pairing: Hoseok / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: FWB, university AU, smut (a bit of a slowburn)

Warnings: cursing, alcohol, hot Hoseok who knows what he wants, kissing (is that a warning), the deal is almost made, JK has a bad music taste (not really tho)

Word Count: 5k

Summary: After a few years of being immune to Jung Hoseok’s charms, you suddenly fall into them, head first. All it takes is one night, too much alcohol and a lot of balls.

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts since OCTOBER and i finally edited it today because I can’t f-ing get Jung Hoseok out of my head. Sigh. Let me know what you think! I’m balancing this story with others and I hope I’ll have an update for you soon!

As the days passed one by one you knew that the luxury of avoiding Hoseok is going to escape your grasp soon. Frankly, it’s a miracle you’ve been able to avoid him as long as you have and with Yoongi’s birthday this weekend, you know your lucky streak will break soon.

You didn’t expect it to break before that, not really. But here you were, minding your own business, studying on campus in a makeshift picnic setting and taking in the first proper rays of sunshine of the year, when he popped up from the tree behind you, very clearly cornering you.

And scaring the living daylights out of you too, as you end up clutching your chest and cursing at him while he laughed his ass off at the sight of you freaked out. “You nearly killed me, you idiot. Was it worth it?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” he laughs as he plops down on the grass next to you, completely casual, as if nothing between you has changed. To be fair, perhaps it hasn’t, in his eyes. “Let’s be honest here Y/N, I had to ambush you. You’ve been avoiding me for days,” he emphasises and although you wish you could call him out for being overly dramatic, you couldn’t. Leave it to Jung Hoseok to not beat around the bush and call you out directly.

“It wasn’t that bad,” you mumble, not even bothering to try and deny. That makes him laugh, a sound that sounds so misplaced in your current setting. It feels wrong to openly discuss the awkwardness that has formed between you while he is literally laughing at it.

“You ran out of the cafeteria the other day so fast, Namjoon is still calling you Speedy Gonzales,” he jokes, laughing harder when you curse that traitor under your breath. At least he is joking around with you. You wish he would ignore it altogether, but it could be worse.

“I’m sorry,” you let out a groan, consciously avoiding making direct eye contact with him. “You know I can get awkward like this. It’s not your fault, it’s… all me.”

“Y/N, come on,” he leans closer to you and nudges your shoulder with his. “It’s me you’re talking to. There’s not a single reason to avoid me. We are both consensual adults who wanted to make out at a party. It’s as simple as that.”

This time, you turn and give him a good look, unsurprised to find a content smile on his face. He is bright and positive just like he always is, to the point of it being both annoying and overbearing at times. He has always been a great friend but there were times when his positivity and energy were too much for a grumpy ol’ potato of a person that you are 24/7. Now, however, you are glad for it. Unlike you, he obviously wasn’t beating himself too much about what had happened between you.

“So, what you’re saying is that you’re not feeling awkward and I shouldn’t either?” you ask.

“Exactly,” he shrugs. “You are… one hell of a kisser,” his eyes widen in a way that makes it seem like he is shocked by how good of a kisser you are.

“Hoseok, please,” you hiss at him, not even caring if he was telling you the truth or lying to spare your confidence. You are embarrassed and he knows it well.

“I mean it!” he laughs, amused by your sudden shyness – it’s a side of you your friends are not used to seeing, simply because you don’t normally do shit you’re ashamed of, at least not when they are directly involved. And if you do, more often than not, you own up to your bullshit. You’ve had your fair share of moments that would normally be counted as humiliating, only to brush them off casually and move on with your life. Not this one, though.

“You need to stop,” you laugh awkwardly, hoping that this conversation will simply end. “I was drunk, I came onto you way too strong and I am pretty sure I used way too much tongue.”

“If you think that I didn’t find it hot how confident you were that night, I’m afraid you don’t know me well,” he bites back. You are instantly shocked, not imagining him taking the conversation in that direction and also shocked by the nature of his admission too - Hoseok always struck you as more of a hunter than prey. You didn’t exactly keep track of his hook-ups but you were fairly sure that he was the one who initiated them more often than not. “And for the record, it was the perfect amount of tongue.”

Oh good lord. If you knew he would say the things he is saying, you would have tried desperately to avoid him for… well, the rest of your life, really.

“Please stop before I dig a hole for myself, right here, right now.”

“Why are you acting so shy about this Y/N?” he is laughing, once again nudging you with your shoulder, which only makes it more obvious to you how close you are sitting next to each other. Before, you wouldn’t bat an eye. Now, it’s driving you mad. “You know me, I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to, that is,” he adds cheekily.

“Oh, I noticed, my neck had a lovely little souvenir,” you reply before you could realize what you were even saying. There’s no way he’ll let it go now and the worst part is, you don’t even want him to. You’re saying that you do but in reality, you yourself are finding ways to deepen the conversation. This whole thing is crazy and… wrong! “Why are you making it sound like you want to do it again?” you whine, wishing he would just be up for forgetting about it.

“Well… I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

You turn your head towards him so fast, you strain your neck and wince in pain, reaching at it with your hand. “Are you okay?” he asks, wide-eyed and worried, as he watches you rub your neck and grimace in pain.

“Am I okay? Are you okay?” you counter, completely floored by the words that left his mouth seconds ago. You have avoided him because you’re an awkward idiot, not because you thought that he’d be up for a re-run. “Did you just suggest what I think you suggested?”

“To be fair, I didn’t suggest it, I simply said that I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” he shrugs.

“Hoseok,” you glare at him, making him laugh. Even now, he laughs.

“I mean… why not?” he shrugs casually and all you can do is stare and blink dumbly at him, reminding yourself that you’re supposed to breathe, too. “If that party showed us anything, it’s that we definitely have chemistry that… goes beyond friendship. I’m not looking for anything serious and as far as I know, you aren’t either,” he continues and after a few seconds of silence, you realize that he’s waiting for some sort of a response from you. Unsure of what to say, you simply nod your head - after all, it is true. You are not looking for a relationship, not after the last two ended in tears and you drowned in vodka and chocolate ice cream. “Why not… take advantage of the opportunity?”

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on what that opportunity is,” you’re not sure why you are even asking him that, when you know damn well what he is implying. You suppose that it would settle the last remains of doubt if you were to hear him say it more directly.

“Two single, and if I may add, incredibly good looking, friends who want, or in our case, don’t want the same things,” he cocks his head to the side, a small smile on his face. He looks way too cute for someone who is suggesting you sex with no added obligations. If you are not terribly mistaken and he has something else entirely on his mind. “Why not take advantage of the situation? And the chemistry - holy hell Y/N, you know we have it.”

He’s… absolutely right. Despite being drunk, you can clearly remember how… feverish you felt that night. You just wanted to keep kissing him, annoyed when you had to part for one second to simply breathe. If you had one more drink in you or if there had been fewer people around you, you’re not sure if the night would end with the two of you fully clothed. You have amazing chemistry as friends and you felt the sexual side of it that night. It would be stupid to deny it when you know well how rare it is to simply click with someone in the manner that the two of you had clicked that night.

“We do… but we’re also friends. And you know how shitty deals like these can end,” you point out the obvious. There are millions of books and movies about how ‘friends with benefits’ is a horrible, terrible idea because there’s an incredibly high chance of it ending in tears. “One of us could end up taking that chemistry to the next level and catch feelings. I’m not good in chemistry – I’m an art history major for a reason,” you joke, relieved when it actually makes him chuckle.

“That’s a good point. But we’re also really good friends, Y/N. We know each other well and we talk. If it would become too much for one of us, we could simply… talk. And I’m not suggesting anything… specific. I’m not here saying we should hook up until one of us decides they want to move on,” he tells you.

“Dude, you’re confusing as fuck,” you sigh, laughing along with him. “What are you suggesting then?”

“I’m just saying,” he grunts as he stands up, pausing to wipe down his jeans, while you make a conscious effort of not looking down because... thighs. “The next time you’re drunk, horny or bored, or even all of the above, you know where to find me.”

He looks down at you, the smile gracing his face slowly turning into the tiniest of smirks, before he gives you a wink. And with that, he simply turns around and walks away, leaving you with your mouth open, looking like a complete idiot while you try to figure out what the fuck just happened.

Nah, you know damn well what just happened. You have enough dating and flirting escapades behind you to recognize the look of someone who’d be happy to fuck you. The particular someone being Jung Hoseok is what is leaving you absolutely shocked and at a loss for words. As honored as you are and as much as the offer is… incredibly tempting, this is not something you can decide on the spot.

No, because you’re a dumbass. Of course you can’t decide this on the spot but you could decide in a matter of seconds that you want to stick your tongue down his throat and let him grab your ass while you grind on him as if your life depended on it. You weren’t expecting this turn of events and unsurprisingly, you have no idea what you should do about it. It’s tempting, in all the wrong ways, but it is also making alarm bells in your head go off. It could easily end in tears - the real question is, would it be worth it?

It took three full songs for you to start wondering if you have stepped through a time machine when you’ve entered Seokjin’s house. How Jungkook managed to convince Yoongi to let him DJ at his birthday party was a mystery that you at first ignored, but by the time he played that one Nicole Scherzinger and 50 Cent song, you’ve decided to investigate. “How much did you pay him to let you DJ?” you laugh at your friend, who looks up at you and grins, dancing in place with his trusty neon green Beats around his neck.

“Come here baby, hey be my baby, hey be my baby,” he sings at you, making you roll your eyes.

“Fuck Jungkook, please don’t drop out of school, you need that degree more than you know,” you say as you offer a comforting pat on his back.

“For your information, the theme of the party is ‘guilty pleasure’,” he announces with a proud smile. “And Nicole just so happens to be mine.”

“You and me both,” you admit with a huff, turning around to scan the room in the search of Jin - you’ve been looking for him for the past couple of minutes, with no luck. “Did you see Seokjin? He went to make me a drink with the gin from his expensive stash, but it’s been like… half an hour?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, pointing behind you. “He’s right there with Hobi.”

Those were the only words you needed to hear in order to know what you must do next – hide. You did not bother checking, you did not look back – you simply dropped down to the ground and plopped your ass right next to Jungkook’s feet. “Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” your friend laughs, looking down at you in disbelief. “Are you still hiding from Hobi?”

“No, I’m sitting here because the view of your thighs is nice,” you roll your eyes. “Of course I’m hiding from Hobi! I’m not mentally prepared to deal with him right now. Although, you do have weirdly muscular thighs,” you add absentmindedly - what is it with them and thighs? First Hoseok, now him - do they only do leg days when they hit the gym?

“Stop,” Jungkook laughs down at you. “Are you seriously planning on running from him forever?”

“Not forever,” you shrug casually. “Until the end of the year, maybe.”

“I mean, I can’t stop you… but you do realize that if he finds you here, it’s going to look like you were giving me a blowjob or something?” he pointed out, eliciting another casual shrug from you.

“Good. He’ll think I’m busy and leave me alone,” you offer Jungkook an angelic smile. He knows better than to push you – when you want to, you can be stubborn as all hell and sadly, Jungkook’s has plenty of experience with being on the receiving end of said stubbornness.

You know what he’s thinking – you can tell from the way he shakes his head and decides to ignore your presence by his feet while he focuses his attention to that god-awful playlist of his – you know exactly what he’s thinking and he has a point. You’re pathetic. A coward. An idiot.

You have shamelessly lied to yourself earlier tonight, as you were getting ready for the party. You’ve told yourself, repeatedly, that you are ready to face Jung Hoseok, despite not knowing what your answer is to his suggestion from a few days ago. You have convinced yourself that you were ready to face him. Seeing as you're hiding behind a damn desk, just meters away from him, it’s pretty obvious that you are not.

He hasn’t left your head in days, to the point of even appearing in your dreams, even if he was just on the sidelines. For years, you have been blind to all the gifts Jung Hoseok has to give, and now they’re slapping you in the face all day long.

You want him, that much you’re ready to admit. Definitely to yourself, perhaps even to him. But are you willing to put an entire friendship on the line and go through with that desire? That’s not a question you know the answer to. For the time being, you will just… keep on hiding behind the makeshift DJ booth, until Jungkook informs you that the coast is clear.

“We’re drinking that whiskey tomorrow, got it?” Yoongi asks, referring to the birthday gift you’ve given him earlier, which he had to hide in one of Seokjin’s spare bedrooms, given that the house is full of people who’d drink anything that’d fall into their hands. “You and me, tomorrow night, drinking back at my place. Let’s make it fancy. Wear a beret or something.”

“Why would I wear a beret while drinking whiskey?” you laugh in confusion. “What’s the correlation?”

“Both are fancy,” Yoongi shrugs and after a few seconds, so do you. If he wants to drink expensive whiskey whilst wearing a beret, that’s what you’re going to do. Having a drink or two with Yoongi, in almost complete silence, has become sort of a tradition for the two of you. Compared to the rest of your friend group, you and Yoongi are the quieter, less social ones. How you wound up in a circle of friends that include permanent hyper bunny Jungkook and Mr. Loudest-Laugh-Ever Jin was beyond you.

“Can I join?” you hear Joon’s booming voice. He approaches the two of you, throwing a hand around your shoulder. Glaring, you grab a hold of his hand and move it away from you, watching as Yoongi laughs in confusion at your open hostility towards Namjoon.

“Not you,” you point a finger at him accusingly. “I’m still pissed at you. You haven’t gotten to your redemption ark yet.”

“What did you do now?” Yoongi sighs, looking at Namjoon as if you were not in the middle of the conversation with him.

“I teased her about hiding from Hobi,” Namjoon announces with a shit eating grin. “Guess Speedy Gonzales here doesn’t like to hear the truth.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely avoiding Hoseok,” you admit shamelessly – it’s become obvious now, why would you bother to deny? “I just don’t want to talk about it and you can be one pushy bitch when you really want to.”

“You’re both idiots,” Yoongi shakes his head, sighing. “I truly wonder why I’m friends with you?”

“Well, I buy you good whiskey. Dunno what’s his excuse,” you offer Namjoon one last glare. Deciding you’ve had enough of his judgment and teasing for one night, you beeline towards one of your two safety nets – Sana. As good of a cover Jungkook was, you didn’t want to cockblock the poor boy all night, and he has been talking with some freshman for the last couple of songs. Sana, being practically your only female friend in existence would definitely be more willing to help you out, but by the time you’re halfway towards her, you notice that she is talking to a senior she’s had a crush on pretty much since you’ve met her.

Brilliant. You can either find a new cover or be a cockblocking friend. Whatever you decide to do, you need a drink first. Settling for cheap gin this time around, you venture into the kitchen, ready to get wasted and cursing under your breath at Jungkook’s horrible taste in music, as you are forced to listen to Ginuwine’s ‘Pony’ at full blast.

One more drink and it’ll be socially acceptable for you to leave the party. You’ve stuck around for long enough, even managing to enjoy yourself a little bit. Not enough though, not compared to the tension that you’ve been feeling in your gut even before you got here.

“Hi.”

If you were holding your drink, you would have dropped it. Even the sound of his voice is enough to make a shiver run down your spine. Closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, you muster enough strength to turn around and face him.

Nope, that wasn’t enough strength. You needed more. You needed more to face Jung Hoseok, in ripped skin tight jeans, a black shirt with a v neck, messy hair and a smirk on his face, casually leaning on the wall next to the kitchen door. You could have taken an hour to collect yourself and prepare for your pending doom, and it would not be enough to prepare you for the Hoseok you were facing now. Especially when he is smirking at you, looking at you like he knows exactly what thoughts are roaming around your head. Add to that the horrible soundtrack courtesy of Jungkook, and you are overcome with a sudden wish to die, right here, right now.

“You’ve been avoiding me again,” he points out the obvious.

“And you’re cornering me again,” you argue back, hoping that he didn’t notice you gulping, literally gulping.

“I’m not cornering you,” he chuckles. Your eyes go wide when he stands up straight, no longer leaning on the wall. Slowly, he starts walking towards you and you walk backwards right into the table, no longer having room for an escape. He stops in front of you but he’s too close, too close for comfort, to the point of you being able to see a single freckle on his nose, despite having a decent amount of alcohol in your system already.

“Oh no,” you suddenly move to the right, towards the door, towards your escape. “Stay away from me, Satan!”

“Satan?” he laughs in disbelief.

“Yeah, Satan,” you confirm without a second thought, looking at him up and down. “Did you look into the mirror before you left your house? You’re sex on legs, Hoseok. So yeah. Satan.”

“For someone who’s about to run for the exit, the words you’re saying are making me think you don’t really want to do that,” he laughs, although he doesn’t step any closer to you. As ready as you were to call him Satan just seconds ago, you see his true good self shining through. He’s chasing you, very obviously so, but he is not pushing you too far and you know that he’ll recognize if he actually should step away. He doesn’t want to literally make you run in the opposite direction and the space he leaves between you is confirmation of that.

“You think I don’t want to run?” you ask and immediately he nods. “Maybe. You’re here. You’re hot. For some reason I can’t fathom, you want something with me. That’s inviting, yet very scary at the same time.”

“And do you want something with me?” he asks, no longer smirking.

“Honestly? Yes and no,” you answer, cursing yourself in your mind – alcohol always makes you talk more than you should. But in this case, maybe that’s exactly what you need - just a little bit of honesty. “I’m attracted to you, you’re an amazing kisser and we’re both single. Why not? And the answer to that question is simple - we’re friends. There’s… way too much at risk here, Hobi.”

“We’re better than that,” he shakes his head immediately. “We’re not stupid, horny teenagers. We know each other well. We’d be mature enough to stay friendly, or at the very least cordial, no matter what happens.”

Both of you do have a reputation of remaining friendly with your exes. Except for your last one, but that’s a story you don’t wish to revisit, especially not tonight. Broken hearts mend with time, people grow, find others and life goes on. If you set the terms the way you both want them, in theory, it truly doesn’t have to end in tears.

“What exactly are you offering me? And miss me with that ‘whatever you want’ bullshit you offered me the other day,” you interrupt him, chuckling when he closes his mouth dumbly, obviously having been ready to say just that. “Do you want to make out? Do you want to fuck me? Once or on a regular basis? To kill time until someone better comes along or in the hopes of it becoming more? I can’t make a decision if you don’t tell me exactly what you want, Hoseok,” you tell him. You were honest with him and now, it’s his turn.

“I want you.”

“Effective, but not effective enough,” you mumble, ignoring the stirring in your stomach that started as he said those words with… earnesty, with meaning. Hearing that you are wanted is always a good fluff up for an ego, but to hear it said like that, dead seriously, by someone you find incredibly attractive? It’s so good, it’s borderline painful.

“I’ll take what you give,” he shrugs casually. “What do you want?” he throws the question back at you. Shameless is what he is.

“A husband, two kids, two dogs and a house with a white picket fence?” you joke.

“Y/N,” he glares playfully at you, laughing. “You might want that down the road but do you really want that now?”

“God no,” you snort in response.

“So what do you want now?” he asks again. “It can be a one-time thing. It can be regular. As you said, we can kill time until someone better comes along,” he rolls his eyes at the phrase, obviously not liking the sound of it. “It doesn’t have to be sex, for all I care. We can just fool around at parties. Or we can pretend like none of this ever happened and just continue being just friends,” he shrugs.

“When you say it like that I wonder if you even want anything from me,” you laugh.

“Y/N, I have barely been able to stop thinking about kissing you ever since that night,” he deadpans, looking straight at you, not a trace of teasing or joking on his face. “Which was pretty horrible, seeing as you’ve been avoiding me and I had a molecular biology paper to finish. I do want you, probably more than you realize or want to accept. And I’m taking whatever it is that you offer. If I had my pick, we’d be friends that… occasionally become more than that.”

“So, to put it in simple terms, you want a friends with benefits thing with me?” you ask.

“Yes. But if you don’t want that, I’ll respect it and stick to it. You’re my friend, Y/N,” he smiles at you and it’s almost calming to be on the receiving end of his genuine smile and not that evil smirk that does things to you. “I’m not losing that friendship if I want to fuck and you don’t. So… whatever you want to do, that’s the way it’s going to be.”

Here you are again, faced with an opportunity that you know will likely end badly for you, perhaps even both of you at once. And again you wonder, if all the possible negatives are worth it - worth of finally succumbing to this sudden and overwhelming desire you feel for Hoseok. Turning his offer into reality… is it worth it?

“I need to think about it,” you close your eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’m not thinking straight right now. I’m not wasted, I’m just… hazed. Horny. However you want to call it. And I don’t trust my judgment around you right now. If we go through with this, I need to have a clear head when making the final decision.”

“Take all the time you need,” when you open your eyes, he’s smiling at you still. “I do have two tiny requests, though.”

“Shoot.”

“Please stop hiding from me. It’s weird and I think you’re scaring Jungkook,” he grimaces.

“You saw that?!”

“Of course I did,” he laughs. “It was cute.”

“Stop!” you order him.

“Okay, okay, I’m stopping,” he lifts his hands up as if he’s surrendering. “I’m pretending you didn’t duck and hide when you heard I was around,” he laughs. The fucker knows how embarrassing it is for you and he’s enjoying every second of it.

“What’s the second request?” you ask, desperately wanting to change the topic.

“Would you let me kiss you again?” he asks.

“Hoseok…” both your words and eyes are warning, as it’s going directly against what you want right now - a clear head. Kissing him would muddle it all, you know it. Not to mention how easier it would be to take things a notch further, given that you both know now that you want more.

“Just one kiss,” he elaborates. “It’s not gonna turn into a kitchen make out session or something more. And if you don’t want it, it’s not happening. We’ll never do something you don’t want, Y/N. You know me, I’m not like that.”

You do know him and you clearly remember him refusing you at first because he thought you might have had too much to drink and were acting out. You didn’t, you were well aware of what you were doing. Yes, you had no idea why you were doing it but your actions were not a drunken side-effect. Not then and not now. And damn it, you really want to kiss him again.

“One kiss,” you lift your hand in warning, but that was enough for him. He takes a few steps and closes the distance between you – was he being deliberately slow or were you imagining things, you’re not sure. All you know is, it lasted enough for your heart to start going into overdrive even before your lips met his.

It’s just a kiss, but at the same time, it isn’t. He’s not grinding against you, he’s not groping you, he’s not taking it anywhere it shouldn’t go. His hands are in place on your waist, gentler than you remember them being the last time. He’s respectful and careful, in every way except with the actual kiss. Before you even get to mentally prepare yourself for it, he parts your lips with his and tongue meets yours.

You’re the one who moves. You’re the one who threatens to take this further than it should go, as you put your hands around his neck and run your fingers through his hair, pressing your body just a bit closer to his.

It’s his fault. His kiss made you do it. He’s way too good of a kisser for his own good.

Thankfully, the one who initiated it is also the one who pulls away. Breathless and with eyes on your lips, Hobi moves away, letting your hands drop out of his hair as he keeps a safe distance.

“One kiss,” he repeats your earlier words. “Until you tell me you want more.”

Yeah, it meddled with your mind. Despite telling him you need more time to think about it, you know it’s already settled in your mind. You’ll definitely be coming back for more.

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writeofmind · 4 years

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a quick lesson

Genre: smut

Pairing: Rosé x Reader

Type: scenario

Never in your life did you expect to be the one giving Rosé a private lesson.

A/N: Rosé is my bias wrecker, if you can’t tell. and i wrote this on a whim, very randomly lol. a lisa smut and many others will be up next. enjoy!

You tapped away at your laptop, textbook in your lap, sitting on a single bed in Rosé’s room. You had just wrapped up a concert and finally found time to finish some of your homework, all while being able to hang out with Rosé afterwards. Through the entirety of the night, despite being half focused on homework and still laughing and joking with the other girl, you felt her eyes fixated on you more often than not. Her eyes were narrow as she rested on her wrist.

You continuously glanced over and still caught her staring every time.

“Hey. You okay?” You chuckled. You leaned forward now and looked up to the older girl. Rosé smiled back softly and nodded.

“Yeah. I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

Rosé let her eyes wander around your face. You always felt a little insecure when Rosé did this, being under her gaze made you feel so little.

She blinked her eyes now. “About you,” she said, very matter-of-factly.

You pulled back and tilted your head. “Of me?” A smile crossed your face, “How come?”

“Because you work so hard. You’re always doing your schoolwork when you have free time,” Rosé shrugged and hoped that she was carrying this conversation well.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” You quickly began to push your things to the side, “I don’t mean to ignore you or anything!”

“No, no no no!” Rosé began to laugh. She stopped you from closing your laptop and shook her head again. “Not like that. I meant, like, you are always doing your homework but it’s like you barely rest. Plus you’re always with us. Aren’t you tired?”

You looked at Rosé for a bit. Now was your turn to laugh, waving your hand dismissively. “It’s just normal. Not really a big deal.”

Rosé’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do you ever get time to yourself though? To do things you want?”

Your expression turned soft. You couldn’t help but stare at Rosé for a few moments as you tried to gather your thoughts, to the point where Rosé had to turn her eyes to the floor for a moment. It was quiet, until a sigh escaped your lips.

“I mean, I get to tour with you and the girls. And I get to be with you when you’re not being a big shot celebrity,” Rosé looked up to see that your smile grew wider, your eyes turning to crescents. “I am doing what I want.”

A small flush of pink took over Rosé’s cheeks. She smiled and shook her head, presumably at the amount of cheesiness that you were able to exude sometimes.

“That’s cute.” Rosé rolled her eyes again.

The bed creaked as you leaned back to rest on your arms. “Thank you, thank you. I do try my hardest.” Your eyes closed and a smug smile came across your face.

Silence overcame the two of you for a bit, which seemed pretty odd to you. Rosé usually wouldn’t stop talking unless she had food in her hands, and in this case, you were both still waiting for the food to arrive.

“Have you ever been in a relationship, y/n?”

Your eyes immediately opened to stare.

Rosé had a serious look on her face, curious and inquisitive.

You raised an eyebrow and moved forward. “Um, yeah, I have. Why do you ask?”

“What’s it like?”

“What’s it like?” You questioned. It seemed like such a trivial thing for someone like Rosé to be asking about. “Well, it’s... nice?” You shrugged.

Rosé continued staring. She expected you to say more and you could feel it.

“Umm,” you continued, “its like you always have your best friend at your side. It’s fun, and y’know. You just kinda enjoy being together.”

“So you loved them?”

You raised your eyebrows. “Um, I’m not too sure,” you laughed uncomfortably, “I would probably say yes? But...”

Rosé nodded. It was encouraging, but her soft expression told you that you didn’t have to continue. You smiled.

It was quiet once again for a short while, enough that you thought the conversation was over. You playfully squeezed Rosé’s knee and turned to grab your laptop again; Rosé stopped you by tapping your arm.

“Can I ask you something else?” Rosé sat back on her heels, folding her hands in her lap. She kept her head down now, and you could see her thumbs running over the back of her hands. Her voice was quiet.

You scooted up to sit on the edge of the bed next to her and nodded. “Yeah, sure, anything.”

Rosé took a deep breath and took her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes stayed diverted from your gaze.

“Did you ever... have sex with them?”

“What?!” Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. Rosé flinched a bit from your tone and you sunk back into the bed in apology. Lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed, it was your turn to play with your own hands.

“I— yes, I did,” You managed to stammer, “it was, uh, yeah.”

Rosé hid her laugh and finally looked up at you. Her eyes were filled with a certain look of curiosity— or maybe something else.

“How was that?”

“Rosé, this is getting very—“ you laughed awkwardly and held your own throat in a chokehold, “very personal.”

Rosé smiled and let out a little laugh. “I know, I’m sorry. I just...” She shrugged, “is it satisfying?”

“It— yeah,” you looked off to the side and inhaled a nervous breath. “If done right.”

A thought suddenly crossed your mind and you stared at the older girl. “Have you... never done it?” Your tone was confused, and you sat back on the bed as puzzled as ever. This time, Rosé shook her head.

“Like, you’ve...” You shrugged and pointed to her legs, “you’ve had sex before.”

Rosé rolled her eyes. “No, y/n. I haven’t.”

The world must have slowed down in order for you to process this, because you stared at the older girl for a few moments, like the cog wheels in your head were turning to make sense of this.

“Okay, but, you’re an idol...” It seemed like you were just talking to yourself with the way your eyes stayed spaced out at the area in front of you, “you have to have had some getaway. And you have so many... willing fans. Some free time to... y’know...” You, again, shrugged incredulously and did a very inappropriate gesture that almost made Rosé laugh out loud.

“Y/n, you’re right, I’m an idol, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I get no free time for that,” Rosé sighed.

You furrowed your brows. It never really crossed your mind what Rosé did in her personal life. You didn’t think it bothered her that she hasn’t been in a relationship, nor have you ever thought about the fact that she’d eventually be in one. The thought alone made your stomach drop.

“Y/n,” you noticed Rosé creeping closer to you, a soft hand resting on your thigh. You jumped under her touch and looked in her eyes.

“I’ve never been with anyone. And, I’ve never felt that feeling of... release,” she admitted, quietly and breathlessly. You could see her eyelids fluttering along with her lashes with every blink. “Can you teach me?”

Your mind went blank. The cogwheels in your head froze, your throat immediately going dry. “Teach you?” You stared right through Rosé with a feeling that you may pass out.

“I won’t be able to just meet someone and do it. I at least want to know how to properly... do it myself.”

“You want me to teach you how to touch yourself?”

Rosé nodded. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her voice stayed quiet, but she had no problem with voicing her problem to you.

Rosé must know what an odd request this was, you thought. There’s always been tension between the two, regardless of how close of friends you were. You spent every waking moment together; maybe that’s why. But this was crossing a line.

“On top of that,” Rosé added, “I’ve never been able to feel that... that feeling that people get on their own.” She shrugged and looked at you with sincerity in her eyes. “It’s frustrating.”

“Yeah, yeah, I can see that...” Your throat felt like it was drying out by the second. You could feel that your stomach was in knots and your breathing began to break its rhythm. You couldn’t deny that you haven’t thought of this before.

Seeing Rosé so flustered and asking of something so intimate was sending you over the edge. There was an undeniable attraction you felt for the older girl. How could you not? Throughout the tours, the trips, you two had always been glued at the hip. But, still, you had to face reality. Rosé was a celebrity, and she understood that. You were fine being by her side as a friend— but that didn’t mean that those thoughts, ripe with lust and something more wouldn’t arise more often than not.

The atmosphere in the room only grew heavier and heavier.

“Do you watch porn?”

It was a valid question, but Rosé giggled. The blush deepened on your cheeks.

“I have. It just, doesn’t work,” Rosé was almost whispering now. You noticed that her eyes were lidded now and she kept her gaze low.

You swallowed nervously and nodded. “Do you want to try? Watching it?”

Rosé flushed. “With you here?”

“If you still want me to teach you.”

The older girl shuffled a bit on the bed now. A sudden shyness took over her, but the heat between her thighs grew unbearable by the minute.

Rosé nodded, and your stomach suddenly flipped over. It was happening, and you couldn’t believe it.

Without another word, you picked up your laptop and wasted no time in pulling the website up. Images began to flood the screen and your cheeks grew hot. From where you sat, you hoped that your beating heart would go unnoticed.

You clicked on a video with a very explicit thumbnail. You thought that the best way to teach was to show.

Rosé scooted closer to you, until you were shoulder to shoulder. Your skin burned hot to the touch.

The video began to play and your stomach filled with nervousness by the second. You were about to cross an unspoken boundary that’s been in place since you were children; but you didn’t care.

You were supposed to teach Rosé, but you weren’t able to find the words to try. You kept glancing to her, watching how she fidgeted and stared at the screen with such concentration. You took a deep breath, unable to handle the burning between your legs.

“Hey,” you finally spoke as you scooted backwards, resting on the headboard of the bed, legs open and patting the space between.

“Come sit between my legs.”

Rosé’s face flushed. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped, but no words of protest came out. She only quietly removed herself from the edge of the bed to climb into your lap.

“I’m gonna show you now, is that okay?” You asked.

“Yes,” Rosé took a deep breath and nodded, “that’s okay.”

Once Rosé was between your legs, you let your hands gently trace her thighs. Rosé almost flinched them closed on instinct, but you promptly took hold of her knees to slowly push them further apart.

Rosé’s face rushed with redness. She took a deep breath and tried her best to relax her nerves as your hands continued to travel up her sides and down her arms to her wrists.

You gently took her wrists and brought them up, towards your lips, where you left a kiss on her pulse.

The older girl’s hips twitched and you tried to hide your smug smile.

You lifted her wrists once more until Rosé felt hair entangle her fingers. Her arms were draped on your shoulders where she was free to grab at your hair, your head, anything.

“Don’t be afraid to use me too,” You spoke with lust dripping from your words. Rosé nodded desperately and unknowingly already took hold of a fistful of your hair.

She laid her head back on your shoulder. Her chest was heaving, and her legs were spread. You could tell that her nervousness began to build and grow, spreading through her whole body until she was almost trembling.

“Focus on my fingers,” You spoke softly to calm her down, your lips brushing against the shell of Rosé’s ear. “We’ll start slow.”

Your breath was felt on her skin, and it was enough to send shivers straight down Rosé‘s spine.

Trying to calm yourself of your own nerves, you took deep breaths and focused yourself on the feeling of Rosé’s smooth skin beneath your touch. With eyes closed, you began to slowly travel upwards and underneath the older girl’s shirt. You could feel Rosé’s stomach rising and falling in anticipation.

Your nails gently dug into her skin as you left soft, red trails in its wake. She whimpered and let out frustrated sighs.

The fabric of her bra was the only thing keeping you away from her chest. Even so, you gently cupped both breasts in your hands and heard a small gasp.

“Can I move this?” You asked. The feeling of Rosé’s nervous breathing was still prominent, but she nodded anyway. You traced her back with your left hand to give her bra strap a quick *flick*, and within a moment the latch fell limp.

You took hold of the front and began to pull it from Rosé’s shoulders. She straightened her arms to help ease from it, but resumed her position of holding the back of your head. The beating of your heart began to pound in your ears.

From just where you sat, you could see Rosé’s bare chest on display for you, free to be touched and teased. The thought of it being so close made your mind feel hazy.

Your hands skimmed up Rosé’s body once more before you finally felt her perky nipples in the palm of your hands. Rosé’s moans drifted through the air when you began to knead her breasts together. Her hips began to gyrate in your lap, slow strokes to match the pace of your hands. You let one of your hands fall back into her lap, where you took hold of her inner thigh to control the speed of her hips.

Rosé’s back arched away from you as you gently tugged at her already hardened nipple. Your thumb would ease up on them, twirling and just faintly touching, enough to frustrate Rosé and have her asking for more.

Rosé’s head was thrown back onto your shoulder, chest heaving and legs slowly spreading as you pushed and pulled her against you. You wondered just how riled up she could get.

Your hand moved from her thigh to delve under the material of her shorts, your fingers quickly swiping over Rosé’s clothed, throbbing clit. A soft gasp came from the girl’s lips and her chest arched away again.

“It’s okay.” You ran her finger along Rosé’s slit, feeling her panties grow increasingly wet as you did so. Rosé let out frustrated groans and tugged at your hair.

“I’ll touch you soon,” Your lips caressed the nape of her neck. The feeling alone sent jolts of electricity through her body. Rosé leaned her head back further and let out a whine, pulling your head closer to her.

You let your fingers roam, sliding along the cloth before rubbing gentle circles over her clit. Her panties were soaked already.

Rosé’s hips raised slightly and you heard a small whimper form in her throat. From the feeling of Rosé gripping your hair, you could tell that she was getting impatient with you.

“Y/n, come on,” she whined. The neediness in her voice only made your ego grow twice in size.

You couldn’t help but smile and nod. “Okay, okay,” you pulled your hand back to slide it under her panties. “It’s okay to relax.”

As you touched her, your fingers tracing between her folds to feel how wet she’s become, you make sure to remember every sound, imprinting it in your mind for only you to keep. You relish in every moan and whimper and shiver every time you dip your fingers into her heat, covering your own fingers in her juices. Then you bring your fingers back up to her clit, circling slowly, falling into a gentle rhythm that brings her close to the edge.

“Fuck,” she chokes on a gasp, then whines as she grinds herself against you, her own fingers digging into your neck, “don’t stop...” It almost seems like Rosé has forgotten the situation she was in, this whole scene being a lesson (or maybe she doesn’t care) because she lets go, only focusing on the pleasure you give her, giving in to the way you touch her, the way you tease and play between her trembling thighs. Your hand works quicker, driving her wild until she’s shaking against you.

But maybe she does remember that this is a lesson, because she tries to calm herself to focus on the feeling of your fingers. You don’t stop, however, now caressing her swollen, aching clit, filling the space with the sounds of her messy juices. Just feeling how wet she’s become as your body on fire, and feeling her trembling against you while listening to her breathless whimpers and moans makes your own body ache for release.

“God, that feels so good,” she cries out, gasping and whimpering all over again, “fuck, y/n, I’m… I’m gonna come—“

Her words ignite the fire within you, and even more so as you feel her thighs tighten around your hand as she begins to unravel. Her hips rolls against you and she reaches to grasp your wrist with a shaking palm. Her head is swirling, as is yours. Curses and moans fill the air, breaths suddenly so heavy as the pleasure rolls through her body, and after a few moments, she finally begins to come down.

Her head falls into your neck. She’s breathing deeply as her legs fall open, exhausted, but you still play at her folds. You smile as you caress down her slit and watch as her legs twitch from the sensitivity. The tips of your fingers sink into her pussy, allowing her messy juices to be heard after coming, pumping them slowly, the filthy noises making it known just how hard she came. Rosé giggles because it becomes too much, and finally her thighs close once again as she pushes your hand away.

You both stay quiet and just listen to your heaving breaths, feeling the both of your chests rising and falling with each one you take.

You decide to break the silence. “How was that?”

Rosé shook her head, but you could still feel her smile against your neck. “It— it was done right,” Her voice shook, “I’m pretty sure.”

You laughed a bit. The blush on your cheeks was still very much prominent, but she couldn’t see that. “Well, I hope you paid attention. You think you can do it yourself now?”

Rosé sat up from your lap and turned to face you. The shyness was erased from her face and was replaced with dominance, and to be honest, it frightened you a bit. Only— not really.

Rosé crawled closer to you until your noses were touching, her lips so close you could just lean up to capture them.

“I’m not sure,” Her hand moved from your thigh to find its place right where you wanted it most, “let me practice.”

#rosé #rosé x reader #blackpink scenarios #blackpink #blackpink smut #rosé smut #gg scenarios #kpop scenarios #park rosé #park chaeyoung #girl group scenarios #park roseanne #writeofmind

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andimlonely · 4 years

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Your parents disapprove | Kokichi, Shuichi + Rantaro

Request: Hello! Hope you are doing well!! Could possibly request Kokichi, Shuichi, and Rantaro with a s/o who’s parents don’t like them(as in they don’t like the boys- because i feel like my wording is weird)

A/N: I wrote these as if the reader and the boys are college-aged, since it was harder to be creative with the scenarios with the characters being high school students. Also, requests are still open!

♡ Kokichi:

- To be honest, you had dreaded bringing Kokichi to meet your parents. He’s a pretty boisterous person, and has a habit of stretching the truth. You can understand why people who don’t really know your boyfriend like you do would think differently of him, but the truth is, he never means any harm. It’s just.. difficult to prove that to people, including your parents.

- Normally, Kokichi isn’t very concerned with how others see him, at least not enough to change his behavior for them. But of course, because he cares about you, he tries his best to make a good impression on your parents. It’s just, he maybe takes it too far sometimes.

- He’s tried complimenting your dad on his cooking. “Woah, this steak is the best I’ve ever had, Mr. (l/n)! Much better than anything my folks make anyway, nehehe.”

- And asking your mom about her job.. “That’s super interesting, Mrs. (l/n)~ No wonder (y/n) looks up to you so much.”

- And even lying about his hobbies and interests just to impress them. “Yup, I read about psychology and physics all the time! I wouldn’t call myself an expert, but, y’know.”

- .. among other things. But it always ends the same; despite his best efforts, Kokichi rubs your parents the wrong way.

- Your parents find him disingenuous, and well, to be fair, they aren’t fully wrong. But his disingenuousness stems from a desire to get on their good side, not hide how awful they believe he must secretly be.

- “I just don’t trust Kokichi.” “I don’t like that he isn’t close to his family, that’s a bad sign.” “You could be doing so much better, (y/n). Kokichi needs to grow up some more before he ever deserves you.”

- You try to talk to your parents about how coldly they treat your boyfriend, and how they aren’t trying very hard, if at all, to get to know him.

- You reassure Kokichi that he doesn’t need to lie or play up his charisma to make a good impression, but he isn’t so convinced, and moreover, he’s too stubborn to let up.

- So when you tell him he doesn’t need to come to your family functions if he’s uncomfortable, he waves your idea off and tags along anyway.

- You reach your breaking point when you catch your parents threatening Kokichi at the door when he drops by for a surprise visit to you, telling him he should leave and never see you again, that he doesn’t deserve you.

- You stop them and come to your boyfriend’s defense, and finally tell them this: “If you can’t accept Kokichi and my love for him, then fine. You don’t have to see him anymore, but you’re not going to see me anymore either.”

♡ Shuichi:

- You and Shuichi were equally nervous the first time you planned to introduce him to your parents, but in an attempt to make it easier on yourselves, you convinced Shuichi that you were positive that they would love him.

- After all, why should you be worried? Shuichi is polite, kind, intelligent, and has a well-paying, steady job. There’s nothing more a rational parent could want.

- But you neglected to remember, your parents aren’t very rational.

- They find him too quiet, not expressive enough. They take his shyness for disdain, and make assumptions about why he’s so quiet.

- “It’s just strange. He doesn’t really say anything unless we talk to him first. How do we know he isn’t judging us?” “He seems off. He’s too serious, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking.” “Don’t you want a man that’s more confident and assertive?”

- They mostly save their comments to tell you behind his back, but they’ll be passively critical in his presence or try to play it off as if they’re only joking. “Shuichi, speak up! You’re so quiet I forget you’re there.” “Oh don’t be so serious, I’m only teasing.”

- Even when he offers to help with the dishes, or brings flowers or some other gift for no particular reason, your parents aren’t fond of him

- Despite your constant reassurance that your parents are wrong, and that Shuichi is the most wonderful person you could ever hope to be with, you can see that their hurtful criticisms and comments are really getting to him, so you stop bringing him to family functions.

- But this only prompts more criticism from your parents. “Why doesn’t he come anymore?” “Is he too good for us? He doesn’t like us?”

- This is where you finally put on a brave face and stand up to your parents. “I’m not going to bring him until you treat him with respect. I love Shuichi, and if that doesn’t matter to you, then you have no right to know anything about us.”

♡ Rantaro:

- You weren’t sure what to expect when introducing Rantaro to your parents. You didn’t think they would love him immediately, but you were fairly certain that he’d make a good impression. Rantaro is quite charismatic, after all.

- Then again, your parents have always been strict about dating. You weren’t allowed to date until you were 17, and even then you were only given the ‘privilege’ of dating after fighting to convince them.

- So you should have seen it coming when they were openly skeptical of his intentions with you.

- Most of their judgments stem from your boyfriend’s appearance and style.

- “You can’t trust pretty boys, (y/n). They only want one thing from you.” “Isn’t he too girly? He paints his nails and wears makeup.”

- But there’s something they dislike even more. Before Rantaro, they could tell you anything - whether it be criticism for harmless things or comparisons to family members you should be more like - and you would rarely make any attempt to talk back about it.

- But now that Rantaro is around, when he hears the things they say, he always cuts in to defend you. So when your dad says, “(y/n), aren’t you eating too much? You don’t want to gain weight, do you?”

- “You eat as much as you want, sweetie. The food’s good, don’t want it to go to waste, do we?,” he’ll remark encouragingly.

- What’s worse is that even in his absence, you’ve started standing up for yourself more. It’s no doubt due to Rantaro’s boosting your self esteem influence that you’ve become so ‘defiant’.

- “That’s it. We don’t want you seeing him anymore. Rantaro is a bad influence for you.”

- Because you live at home with your parents still, you have to take their complaint seriously, but it doesn’t stop you from sneaking out and shutting your parents out in the process.

- Eventually your boyfriend invites you to move in with him, and you secretly pack your things over a series of nights until you’re finished and move out while they’re out of the house. You only leave a note behind as your goodbye: “I’m moving in with Rantaro. I’m finally going to live with someone who treats me with respect, so don’t try to come looking for me. I love you, but I can’t live with people who make me feel so terrible anymore. - (y/n)”

#danganronpa #rantaro x reader #rantaro amami #kokichi x reader #kokichi ouma #shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara #danganronpa imagines #dr imagines #dr #drv3 #imagines #headcanons

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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skin starving

tony stark x f!reader fluff. no warnings, just a few f-bombs. touch starved tony’s third person pov. words: 2,5k. no beta because i just really needed to get this off my chest.

recommended music to go with the story: two feet - 'love is a bitch' & 'quick musical doodles'. Or any lo-fi hip-hop radio really.

It started as an itch. At first, a small but bothersome thing, that kept him up at night, steering the already unreasonable hours of wakefulness into dangerous territory. The cold of his bed was unappealing and more often than not, he’d started passing out on the flat surfaces nearest to him: workshop, lab, common room couch, the lazy boy in Bruce’s apartment.

The team noticed, of course, they weren’t blind. They all had been on edge the first few months after Pepper left him. They expected him to act out, lock himself up in his lab or go back to his old habits of boozing and bringing home a different girl every night. And he had tried that, once or twice, but airheaded twenty-somethings weren’t appealing anymore. Most of the time their ass kissing and blatantly flattery annoyed him further into self-loathing abyss. He simply couldn’t step up to be the kind of man they described him to be - it seemed as if every woman on planet Earth had a whole list of expectations he specifically could not meet.

With Thor off planet, not one remaining person on the team was particularly touchy-feely. And that was the thing with Tony Stark: as an engineer, as a mechanic, he made his way through the world hands-first, every approach he had was hands-on. During late nights and early mornings, he laid in bed, sleepless and dreamless, desperately refusing to admit his own touch starvation.

Whenever Rogers threw an arm around his shoulders during a particularly successful team bonding activity, it took every ounce of willpower Tony had to not lean into it and purr like a cat. He hadn’t truly forgiven Steve for his cold, cruel words of criticism shortly after Pepper’s departing. He wasn’t going to chummy up to a man who thought him selfish, opportunistic and self-absorbed.

Tony became irritable and withdrawn. He simultaneously craved and avoided even the casual, friendlier attention his teammates gave him on a daily basis. His usual snark became that much more biting, having caused several people to storm out of team meetings.

On a cold autumn morning, Tony had found his way at the tower’s Starbucks on the employee floor. He had squeezed a generous five hours of restless sleep and he was sick of the plain black coffee in his kitchen. A spontaneous desire for something sweet and creamy and caffeinated led him to the place in line at the cafeteria, only a few early birds ahead of him.

Tony’s brain was hazy as it had been past few weeks, dull from the lack of rest and the hyperfixation of his own skin feeling alien to him. For once, he wasn’t typing away on his StarkPhone as he usually did to avoid being bothered; Tony stared straight ahead, unseeing, nothing but white noise in his usually racing brain.

Two women stood in front of him and he couldn’t help but overhear a part of their conversation.

“… Are you really horny or just lonely or touch-starved, though? I mean, Tinder? It’s not really your style.”

“Eh, I dunno. Probably the second but it’s not like men go on Tinder to find a cuddle buddy.”

“Well, maybe? I’ve heard about arrangements like that.”

“No offense, babe, but it’s probably kids in their early twenties. Those gen-z’s, babe, are weird. I’m not really up to date on all of that.”

The topic of the conversation was what piqued Tony’s interest; the world liked rubbing salt into his wounds and hysterically laugh at his misfortune. Bleary-eyed, he briefly scanned the two women: both appeared to be interns or junior techs in his company, evident by the purple employee badges hanging from their bags.

“So what are you going to do?” One woman asked the other as their turn to order took Tony one step closer to obtaining his desired caffeine.

“Unless someone normal magically appears with an offer of no-strings-attached, good ole’ snuggle fest, I guess I’m getting dicked down on Saturday,” The other replied with a teasing tone. The lack of excitement in the last part of the sentence was obvious.

“Gross,” The first one shook her head and hurriedly rattled off her order to the barista who looked about as disgruntled as Tony felt.

Hours and three coffees later, Tony’s overactive brain was still stuck on that woman from the cafeteria. Her back, her purse stuffed full of colorful manila folders, her neatly gathered hair - Tony Stark had nearly perfect memory and he remembered every single detail despite his brain fog. Objectively, she was attractive, no more no less than a different dozen of women he’d seen at any point in his life before. So why was he hung up on her?

It didn’t take him a long time to find her file, faster than he’d liked to admit. Manually sorting through hundreds of interns, lab technicians and various second-tier employees wasn’t exactly considered productive but with Pepper and her nagging out of the picture, Tony could afford to slack off a little bit.

So he found her name and her e-mail address, skimmed over her performance report with satisfaction, finding her to be a busy bee in the 90-th percentile. Her superiors considered her trustworthy, hard-working and communicative, all good traits.

Pepper’s absence meant he’d have no one to cover his ass should he get slapped with a harassment suit; however, he was the Tony Stark after all. He had more money that he’d cared to count and an army of lawyers at his disposal 24/7.

Amidst the jumbled mess of wires, circuit boards, tablets, empty coffee cups and the occasional piece of paper, Tony typed up an e-mail to the woman sharing his… Condition.

“I heard you and your friend talking at Starbucks. I could use a cuddle buddy. Wine and Netflix at my place? What’s your takeout preference?”

No. That came off way too creepy, like he was some kind of a dirty eavesdropper.

He contemplated some more, typing up and erasing multiple e-mails with various proposals: his penthouse, her place, a three Michelin star restaurant, a walk in the park. Almost all of it screamed ‘date’, like he’d drag her off to bed the very moment an opportunity wouldn’t present itself. It wasn’t so: Tony Stark, the playboy genius, had his dick firmly tucked into his pants. The thought of fucking her crossed his mind only briefly, quickly being chased away by the thought of her fingers running through his hair. Her warm, soft body in his arms. Just laying on his couch, eyes closed, reveling in each other’s arms.

Tony hit send on the least obnoxious option. He baited his breath, clicking his fingers in anticipation as the message showed itself to having been delivered.

“Mary, is this you trying to be funny? Stark is going to fire you if he finds out you’re impersonating him to stop your friend from going on a questionable date. Grow up.” Came the very prompt reply, ending with a short string of angry emojis. Tony could totally trust a person who used emojis unironically and generously.

“For the record, I wouldn’t be mad if somebody pretended to be me for the sake of saving their cute friend from a creep. The problem would be making it look credible.” Tony typed up the answer without thinking, quickly snapping a picture of himself holding the Starbucks cup with his name written on it, throwing his usual sloppy peace sign. He attached it to the email and hit send.

“WTF” Came the reply not a minute afterwards. He let it sink in, giving the woman some time to gather her wits. She did not disappoint. “Okay, even if we pretend this is real - which I doubt - what’s in it for you? If you heard our conversation, you surely know my stance on the matter.”

“I’m always glad to prove you wrong. I’m a genius - comes with the territory.” Tony simply couldn’t resist adding a generous dose of snark. “You’re welcome to meet me after clocking out. Use the private elevator, my AI will beam you up.”

The reply took a considerably long amount of time, seeing as previously, she typed back rather quickly. “Please don’t be a creepy rapist, Scotty. Fingers crossed.” Tony managed to almost break his stylus twice. His hands shook, and he had to tell himself to breathe - still, he laughed at the clever way she replied.

Several more hours later, during which Tony had nearly paced a hole through various floors on the residential side of the tower, he took a quick shower, dressed in a flattering but comfortable designer sweatpants and polo combo and made himself at home on the obscenely large living room sofa on his own, private penthouse floor.

He was up and running towards the elevator when Friday’s voice notified him of the woman entering the elevator on the employee floor. Tony tousled his hair, adjusted his glasses, fiddled with the drawstring of his pants.

The woman was wearing casual office wear, pants and a loose blouse, a lab coat loosely draped over her arm and her purse hanging off the shoulder on a thin strap. Her hair was loose now, a little frizzy as if she continuously ran her hands through it. Tony quietly rejoiced at not being the only nervous one.

Clever eyes scanned the room with unhurried interest before finally landing on him. “Not too shabby, if I say so myself,” The corners of her mouth tilted in an attempt at a smile, it was obvious she was studying him.

“Thanks, I try my best,” Tony smirked. Humble he was not. “So, how do you want to do this?”

“I see a comfortable couch,” She looked to be grateful for being given the opportunity to lead this interaction. “Let’s park our behinds on it, bicker for ten minutes about a movie choice and settle on one none of us really like. Then we can tell each other our no-no zones and, well, yeah,” She started out confidently. Probably practiced in the elevator. But towards the end, her shyness took over.

For Tony, it was kind of cute. A nice change from suck-ups that flocked him at every social gathering in hopes of getting something out of him. The woman that had tossed her bag carelessly on the far end of the couch and untucked her blouse looked and felt like the exact opposite of those people. She looked willing to give.

Tony sat next to her, keeping a couple of inches of free space between them. “Food preferences? Food allergies?” He asked, tapping the food delivery application.

“Nope, and I will eat just about anything.” He felt more than saw her side-eyeing him. Both of them were jittery. So uncharacteristic for Tony, to be blushing and stammering like a high school boy. Sex was easy, but intimacy? Complex. It was addictive and eventually, painful.

Movie decisions were surprisingly easy and she said so. They settled on a Tarantino classic, an old flick neither of them had watched in a long time. As the discussion progressed, Tony used his wits to find out more about her without making it seem like an interrogation. He had run a background check on the woman and her family but those only went that far, besides, it was a great opportunity to practice the tips Natasha had shared with him at one point or another. Being friends with spies had it’s perks.

They ate their food until their bellies were full. A comfortable, relaxing stupor, being warm from the inside out.

Tony noticed when the woman spoke, she spoke with her hands. She had caught herself grasping his forearm multiple times when they’d got more passionate about their discussion. And what Tony loved the most was that she refused to apologize. He saw a kindred soul in the woman; quiet until something struck her fancy. Then, she became a whirlwind of ideas and opinions.

In no time, it became a natural action to extend his arm and wrap it around her shoulders, reclining backwards. There was little grace in laying belly-up like a dead fish but the woman didn’t seem to mind. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she laid down sideways, throwing a leg over one of his own.

Her palm traced the outline of his arc reactor when something on the screen caught her in a moment of intense interest. Tony preferred to avoid the cursed thing - scars around it definitely did not do any favour to his aging, marked body - but he found himself exhaling the tension when it was obvious the woman really did not care. An occasional quiet hum of satisfaction was the only noise that came from her: he noticed the sound escaped her lips every time his thumb began fiddling with the sleeve of her blouse and rubbed against her arm.

He was quite content. It was warm, he was surrounded by so much warmth.

The hug was mutual when she left home, both of them comfortable with the gesture for people who had met in a rather unconventional way.

She started coming over a couple of times a week, a quiet evening of the best takeout in NYC and (mostly) interesting movies. A solace, always a single e-mail away.

Tony saw her in the cafeteria once or twice; he appreciated the brief, tiny secretive grin she gave him out of her friend’s eyesight. She never approached him. He was grateful for that. He didn’t want to deal with all the drama and all the fuss surrounding incidents between him and his employees. It was nobody’s business what any of them did after clocking out - and him and his cuddle buddy, they weren’t even fucking, for Thor’s sake.

Maybe they would get there someday. Or maybe they won’t. It was only now for Tony. The rare free Saturday night he had, he truly took a vacation from all the bullshit and lured her in with promises of very expensive wine, her favourite New York style pizza and the willingness to entertain watching a few of those funny YouTube videos she liked.

They did watch them and Tony didn’t mind. He stepped over the irrational fear and the initial discomfort and curled up around her, hiding his face in the soft cotton of her worn hoodie, his own breath tickling his face in warm puffs. The hand running through his hair was tender like it never was with Pepper - his ex was far too preoccupied to baby her grown-up boyfriend. But the woman moulded to his body like an extension of himself was happy to do so. Tony’s hair was longer now and it glided perfectly along the woman’s palms.

His heart was steady, thumping in his ears, overshadowing the noises coming from the TV. He exhaled and felt her other hand begin tracing circles on his back, as if she saw the stress and the bitterness leave his body with every caress, every brush of their bodies. Maybe she did?

He held onto her, held her back like she’d held him. Safekeeping the warmth inside of him. Guarding his peace.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark fluff #tony stark feels #bun writes #bun writes: drabbles

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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A Learning Curve-Halfdan The Black x Reader

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Requested by @charming-merlin: ‘*shy waving* hello :3 as you may know I'm a mess for Halfdan and I was wondering if you could write something. I thought about Halfdan fell in love with Y/N but she's very shy and don't know how to act bc she doesn't has any experience with man. He shows her how it all works but needs to remind himself again and again to slow things down and don't be too fast and harsh as usual. Doesn't know if you could do it, anything Halfdan related would make me so happy 🥺💞 Hope you're having a good day!’

Characters: Halfdan The Black x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Slight swearing, smut, fluff

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“Where’s your cloak?!” my grandmother shrieked as I opened the door.

Sighing, I turned to look at her sat at the table, her angry eyes glaring at me.“We’ve spoken of this grandmother, I am not betrothed anymore, remember? I don’t need to hide myself from other men until I’m married.”

She thought about it, grumbling,“Still, you shouldn’t be flaunting yourself about.”

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to retaliate.“I don’t think I get that much attention on me anyway. I must say, I haven’t noticed any men falling at my feet.”

“Well, they should be. You know you’re a beautiful woman.”

Her kind words stumped me. My grandmother wasn’t cruel, she was very loving, but I hadn’t expected this exchange to turn into something sweet.

“Oh, thank you grandmother. I won’t be long, I’m just getting the final ingredients for mother tonight.”

She lazily waved at me before I shut the door behind me, passing by some neighbours that were chatting outside. We briefly greeted each other, smiling politely. It was a lot quieter as the evening grew closer. The market would soon be closing for the night, but it was always a good time to go if you were needing a few items. I had never been fond of being swept up in the crowds, people always pushed in front of me, but I never spoke up. I didn’t want the confrontation, I would only lose anyway. Relief flooded through me seeing how there were little to no people around, immediately heading to the stalls I needed to buy from. However, the time to myself was short lived; after buying some ingredients, I noticed the stall holder’s expression change to that of nervousness. Glancing behind me, I saw a man standing there. I quickly realised that it was Halfdan, King Harald’s brother.

My head whipped back around, clutching my basket closer to me. Hopefully he had just been staring, hanging around for no reason. Moving to the next stall, I tried to stop my hand from shaking as I paid again, still feeling his eyes on me. I told myself I was being stupid, that he would have no interest in someone like myself. But I was wrong, flinching when I saw how close he had got to me. Instead of acknowledging him, I carried on walking, my stomach twisting when I realised he was now following me.

“How come I haven’t seen you here before?” he started, showing up beside me.

“Uh, I-I d-don’t come here m-much.” I stuttered, avoiding eye contact.

“That is a shame.”

For some reason I stopped walking. I know I didn’t want to leave the market place, as there were still people around, it felt slightly safer than returning home; the paths could be empty, and he could do anything to me.

“Why are you s-sp-speaking to me?”

He looked confused.“Because you are beautiful.”

“I’m not a whore!” I exclaimed, scared that he was thinking that way.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“Were...were you not thinking that?”

“No, you hold yourself too well.”

“So, what do you want?”

He shrugged his shoulders.“To speak with you.”

“That is it?”

“If that’s all you should allow me to do.” he smirked, and I involuntarily scoffed, fear rising in me as it slipped out of my mouth.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that-”

“Why are you apologising?”

“I was rude to you.”

“And I was not to you?” there was a hint of humour in his voice.

I stepped around him.“I must be getting back, my family will wonder where I am.”

“Will you be back?” he called after me.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe. I...I am not sure.”

“Can I at least have a name?”

I didn’t respond, my heart was racing so fast that it was thumping in my ears. My feet swiftly walked me back home, I must have been going faster than I thought because I found myself at my house in no time. Glancing around, I checked that Halfdan hadn’t followed me. But why would he? If he wanted a woman, he could easily go get one somewhere else. I wasn’t going to be used for such activities and talked about the next day whilst people turned their noses up at me. My mother thanked me as I handed her the ingredients, before I gave my father any remaining money. My grandmother was still sat at the table, eyeing me up and down not so subtly.

“(Y/N), you seem very red in the face. Are you feeling well?” she asked.

“Yes, there is just a slight chill outside.” I lied.

“I told you to take your cloak.”

“Mother,” my own mother interrupted,“she is her own woman. We are no longer connected to that...man that thought he had a hold over my daughter.”

“Please can we not talk about him?” I rushed.

“Sorry,” mother brushed my hair back, kissing my head as she sympathetically smiled at me,“there is no more talk of him.”

“You’ve met someone!” grandmother gasped, pointing a finger at me.

“Mother, what are you talking about?”

“There’s that same look in her eyes, the look she had for...well, him.”

I sighed.“I didn’t meet anyone.”

“You did!” mother gasped.“You always itch behind her ear when you lie, have done since you were a child.”

I knew there was no point lying anymore, I had always been terrible at it.“I-I did meet someone, technically, but we talked for a brief moment. It doesn’t mean anything!”

“You never know, the Gods have mysterious ways to bring people together.”

“Down by the market? Oh yes, very mysterious.” grandmother mocked.

“It...it was no one.”

Mother placed her hands on her hips.“Who is he?”

I took a deep breath, not prepared for their reactions.“It’s Halfdan. As in, King Harald’s brother Halfdan.”

Silence.

No one even moved. I felt like I should have repeated myself, until I saw eyes flickering. Daring to turn around, I cringed at the sight of my father. He was hard to read in this moment, it looked like a mixture of shock, anger and confusion.

“The dowry will have to be a much higher price.” grandmother broke the silence.

My parents tried to contain their laughter, failing in that and giving in to grandmother’s joke (though I’m sure she was being ultimately serious). I cracked a smile, glad that the tension had relaxed, hopefully the topic would change. Much to my dismay, the focus remained on me. They bombarded me with questions; what did he ask me, where did we meet, what mood did he seem to be in, was his brother there? I answered truthfully, thinking that they would grow bored, but it had the total opposite effect. They said (more like demanded) that if he approached me again, I was to put aside my foolish shyness and see if he was truly interested in me, and not just, in my own father’s words, what was between my legs.

They knew I wouldn’t leave the house and miraculously bump into him unless I was headed somewhere where Halfdan would likely be. I grew very annoyed at the amount of times my family told me to go out, using excuses like the market again, or going to a neighbour to give/ask for something. However, I was going to be seeing him a lot sooner than I thought.

"My beautiful woman has returned." I jumped as Halfdan said behind me.

"Halfdan." I mumbled, nodding my head at him.

It was obvious that the people passing by were staring, wanting to see if there was a story here for them to gossip about later. I kept my head down, hoping no one I knew had seen me. Continuing to walk, I diverted us down a smaller path, one that wasn't so busy.

"Trying to sneak off somewhere?" he teased.

"I did not want prying eyes on us." I stated.

"You are ashamed to be seen with me?"

"No, that is the wrong word."

"Then why have you been avoiding me? You have not come out of hiding for days."

Standing behind a pen, we were now away from everyone, no one should come back here. I sighed, pushing my hair behind my ear, still too scared to look at him.

"Don't you know how much attention I gain if I am seen with you? My family would be the talk of Kattegat."

"So reputation is more important?"

"That's not what I'm saying."

"It sounds like it."

My lips were twitching into a smile at his stubbornness. It wasn't arrogant, it was somehow humorous to me. He smiled when I did, taking in a sharp breath before speaking again.

"Please, just give me a chance. I will show you that there is nothing to be worried about."

And I actually agreed.

Well, my family had been over the moon at the proposition. The first time, Halfdan had invited me to where he was staying, he had somehow received his own place (I thought he would be with his brother), and I was shocked at the effort he had put in, or rather, his thralls. In front of the fire, multiple furs were laid on the floor, an array of foods spread out around it. It was adorable how Halfdan thought it was too much from my reaction, though I quickly changed his mind when I gushed over it. We had talked about our lives, laughed, flirted; but when it came to getting intimate, I was stumped.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" he whispered, his breath fanning over my lips.

I held eye contact with him."I've... I've never kissed anyone before."

His eyebrows furrowed."How has no one kissed those lips?"

I was blushing, deciding to shrug as a response.

His hand cradled my cheek."Don’t worry, I can show you."

We had kissed for a majority of that night, and I became more and more confident, until he started to lay me down. I went with it, wondering if I could really go this far. He started to grind on me, and I did so back, not minding this so much, it was simple to do. But as soon as his hand started to travel down my leg, I froze, accidentally yelping out. That's when I reiterated that this was the first time I had kissed a man, and he finally understood. This was where things would end, surely?

It did not.

Halfdan took me riding through the forests, we went drinking together in and out of public, I had dinner with him multiple times. Never did he once pressure me into anything, just asking for kisses to bide his time. I had been surprised by this too, especially after the stories I heard about him. He was a warrior, a savage, he took what he wanted whenever he wanted it. Women had spoken of his rendezvous, how animal-like he was. And that scared me.

Once again, we were relaxing at his, ending up lying down on the bed. We were facing each other, hands intertwined. I had been quiet all night, and I knew this, Halfdan had noticed too. There was doubt on my mind, doubt about the decision I was about to make.

"What is wrong? You have hardly spoken tonight." Halfdan asked.

I hesitated."Halfdan, you've been so patient with me. After all I heard of you, before I knew the real you, I did not expect such a romantic side to come out."

He smiled."What are you saying?"

Not knowing how to put it into words, I simply leaned forwards, initiating a passionate kiss. Halfdan instantly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. I responded by rolling on top of him, hands holding my up slightly on his chest. My friends had exchanged stories about their sex lives, and I was trying to remember all the details, though I had trouble concentrating on anything other than nerves. Before I could even attempt to do anything, Halfdan strongly pushed me onto my back, shocking me; he didn’t seem to notice, tucking his head into my neck as he began kissing and sucking at it. I writhed beneath him, unsure what to do with my body, just knowing I was enjoying the sensations pulsing through me. One hand gripped onto his shoulder, the other on the back of his head, moans loudly escaping my mouth. I almost relaxed more into it when his hands started wandering. He was quick to start ruffling up my skirts, exposing my legs (and almost more of me) when I sprung up into a sitting position, Halfdan shuffling back.

“What? What is it?” Halfdan stressed, worried about me.

“S-sorry, I-”

“(Y/N), if you don’t want to do this-”

“No! I do! It’s just...you know I’ve never experienced anything like this. Could we take it slower maybe?”

He quietly sighed, reaching for my hand.“I am sorry (Y/N). I have not been...slow with a woman in a long time. But if this makes you more comfortable, then this is how we will do it. Also,” he gently pecked me on the lips,“if that means savouring every moment with you and your body, I am more than happy to abide.”

My cheeks were definitely flushed at this point, from the heat we made and from his comment. Feeling safer, I boldly crawled forward, slowly straddling him. Pulling up my skirt so that from the thigh down I was exposed, I relished the look in Halfdan’s eyes, loving the way his hands caressed my skin. As we kissed again, he circled his hands around, moving further and further up; it was teasingly slow when he started to touch me, rubbing his fingers back and forth. My head tilted back in pleasure, gasping again when he eased in one finger. It was a strange feeling, so foreign at first, but as he slid it in and out, soon adding another inside me, I realised how much I had been missing out on.

Still wanting to go slow, I let him continue, eyes shooting down at him in a glare as he removed his fingers. He chuckled, laying me on my back and pushing my skirts even further up. I crossed my legs, not used to someone seeing so much of me, which Halfdan tutted at. Sliding his hands back up my legs, I enjoyed spreading them for him, wondering what he was doing as his head disappeared from my view. Until his tongue ran through me, and I instinctively bucked my hips up. Continuing to lick me, his arm pinned me down, causing my back to arch, and I gripped onto the pillows around me. I moaned over and over, louder and louder, calling out his name when he hit a specific spot. That wonderful feeling in the pit of my stomach was building again, and just as I thought it would all come crashing down on me, he stopped.

My protests flew out of the window as he sat back and removed his shirt, leaving me no time to admire him as he tugged at my own dress. The coldness made my skin break out into goosebumps, and before I could even think about covering my breasts, Halfdan already had his own hands on them.

“Halfdan...” I breathed out, knowing that if we carried on, I wouldn’t be able to keep up with his pace.

“Too fast?” he halted.

I melted at that.“Just a little.”

“Sorry.”

“That’s not to say I’m not enjoying it.”

He let out a breathy laugh.“Good. This part will feel uncomfortable at first, alright?”

I meekly nodded, already knowing what he was referring to. He sweetly kissed my forehead, travelling down my nose, then to my lips before leaning back to take his trousers off. Keeping eye contact with me, he hovered over me again, his strong arms holding him up either side of my head. Glancing down, I gulped when I saw...him. Obviously I had never seen one before, but even with nothing to compare it to, I was still impressed. Dragging my legs up to spread them again, Halfdan interlocked one of our hands, giving me a reassuring kiss before I felt it against me.

He slid himself against me, checking once more that I was ready. Gripping onto his hand, I nodded, now desperate to know what it would be like to have him inside of me. My breath caught in my throat as he entered, eyes squeezing shut. It was a familiar yet altogether different feeling to that of his fingers. The stories of pain were true, though it was bearable. I saw him hesitate, and I urged him to go on. Once he was fully in, I opened my eyes to see Halfdan’s eyes closed, mouth agape as his breathing became heavier. He built up a pace, a smooth rhythm happening between our bodies. When he opened his eyes, we looked at each other, an unknown emotion being exchanged. He was going slightly quicker now, grunting as he thrusted. When I whimpered, he instantly stopped, slowly down rapidly.

“No, no, go a bit faster. Please.” I whined, moving my hips upwards.

He smirked.“You said to go slow.”

Halfdan (the little shit) pulled out almost completely, sliding in ever so slowly. Although it was nice, I needed more friction. Pouting, I cried out his name, hoping it would turn him on more where he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He knew what he was doing, but I could see he was also impatient. I could tell that even when he was going fast for me, this wasn’t him to his full extent. We were being extremely loud, not caring if anyone heard us, we wanted the noise complaints. My legs were shaking, I wanted this feeling to last forever, crying out when a sudden wave of calmness washed over me. Halfdan thrusted a few more times before he too came down. Both breathless, our gaze was held, sloppily kissing each other as he removed himself.

With my legs throbbing, I laid there trying to regain my breathing. Halfdan carefully covered me with a fur, shuffling closer to hold me in his arms. We were hot and sweaty, but that didn’t matter.

“Thank you.” I breathed out.

“I have been thanked many times before,” he cheekily said,“but it has only meant something coming from you.”

I scoffed a laugh, rolling my eyes.“Other men may have not been so kind. Some would have even thrown me to the side. But you were good to me Halfdan, if that doesn’t make you a man, I don’t know what does.”

“The Gods drew us together for some reason. I am glad that they did. I have my beautiful woman now.”

“And I my handsome man. Though I am tired.”

“Sleep my love.” he kissed the top of my head.“You will need plenty of rest for what I have planned for us in the future.”

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honeypwark · 4 years

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[ Studio Intruder ]

↳ Crown era

↳ Kiryoung gets caught by a label mate. He offers his help. He becomes very fond of her.

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Some nights, when Yoongi is working late, coffee is the only thing that sustains him. It’s not like he even needs to be here this late; they just released an album and are in the midst of promotions. He actually probably shouldn’t be here because they have a music show in two days. But sometimes it’s impossible to go home when you’re working on something, tunnel visioned on completing your idea before it escapes you.

That’s why Yoongi is in one of the company building break rooms at two in the morning getting his second cup of coffee that night. He puts the lid back on then leaves to head back to his studio. As he turns to do so, he sees a small figure farther down the hallway, hood up, head down, and walking quickly.

His immediate thought is that she might be a fan who’s broken into the building. Somewhat against his better judgement, he begins to follow her. She doesn’t go much farther and Yoongi stays hidden behind the corner when he notices she’s stopped in front of a studio door.

When he checks again, he sees she’s unlocking the door and stepping inside. He walks over to the studio she entered. “Adorable Trap” is displayed on the door of Adora’s studio, but the girl who entered is too short to be the studio’s owner.

Yoongi knocks on the door.

He gets no response. He enters slowly, looking around for the girl he’d followed here.

“Hello?”

He steps fully into the studio but finds no trace of the girl. He knows this is the studio she entered because the door was unlocked, but where could she have gone? It’s not an enormous room by any means, so unless the small girl had shoved herself under the desk-

Yoongi looks at the desk.

He walks over to it slowly and takes hold of the desk chair. Once he’s pulled it out of the way, he can see the girl is curled up under the desk with her backpack hugged to her chest, aggressively avoiding looking at him.

“Stand up.”

She does, crawling out from under the desk to stand in front of him with her head hanging.

“What are you doing in here?”

Her voice is so quiet her can hardly hear her, “They won’t let me schedule studio time so Soohyun unnie lets me use her studio.”

Yoongi doesn’t understand anything about what she just said, “What?”

The girls reaches up and tugs her hood off.

“The company won’t let me use a studio so Adora lets me use her studio without them knowing.”

Yoongi blinks, somehow more confused now that he realizes the person in front of him isn’t some random girl or crazy fan, but his fairly recently debuted junior, Kiryoung of TXT.

“The company won’t let you use a studio?” he summarizes.

Kiryoung ducks her head and speaks like she’s ashamed of the answer, “They said that it wouldn’t fit with the image they want me to have.”

Yoongi feels disproportionately angered by that.

Kiryoung suddenly looks up at him with fear in her eyes, “You’re not going to tell anyone, right? I’ve already been scolded when I tried to help with recording the English version of ‘Cat & Dog.’”

“That’s so stupid,” Yoongi says.

“Please don’t tell anyone!” Kiryoung begs as tears gather in her eyes, “I don’t want to get in trouble!”

As Yoongi has been getting angry at the company for not letting one of their artists’ pursue their interest in music production, Kiryoung has been getting more distressed at being found out. Yoongi realizes that without a promise that he won’t tell anyone about her and Adora’s arrangement, Kiryoung is ready to start crying.

“Hey, no, I’m not going to tell anyone, it’s alright,” Yoongi assures her. “Please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry,” she says pitifully, using her hoodie sleeves to dry her eyes.

“It’s okay,” Yoongi tells her, “You’re fine.”

He reaches out to hold her arm and attempt to comfort her but stops. They’re not close by any means; the only interaction they’ve had is when their groups have been together. He puts his hand back at his side.

For only being a girl he’s said probably a total of five words to prior to tonight, Yoongi’s emotions seem to be all over the place. First he was angry at the company for telling her she can’t make music and then he was sincerely worried about making sure she didn’t cry.

Kiryoung sniffs, “I should probably go home.”

“Aren’t you going to work on something?” Yoongi asks.

“I... feel awkward now.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m literally always awkward,” Kiryoung admits.

Yoongi chuckles.

Kiryoung winces as she realizes what she said, “That makes me sound so lame. I’m sorry. I should go.”

“Hey, wait.”

Yoongi steps with her towards the door.

“If the company won’t let you pursue producing, then I can help you.”

“...what?”

“I can help you with producing. You can play me some tracks and I can give you some pointers.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Only if you want to, though.”

“Yes!” she says too quick and too loud.

She shrinks back in embarrassment. Yoongi chuckles again, growing more fond for Kiryoung and her awkwardly shy personality the longer he’s in her company.

“Okay. We can work in my studio.”

“Okay,” Kiryoung agrees happily.

Kiryoung follows Yoongi out of Adorable Trap, locking the door behind her then walking with him to his own studio. He pushes the door open and steps inside. Kiryoung hesitates over the threshold.

“You can come in,” Yoongi says as he notices her hesitation.

“I, um... Are you going to get in trouble? For helping me? I don’t want you to face repercussions from the company...”

Yoongi laughs at her concerns, “What are they gonna do? Fire me? I’m not Jin hyung when it comes to disobeying the company, but I think I’ll be okay if they find out. Now come sit down.”

Kiryoung walks into the studio and shuts the door behind her, taking her backpack off her back as she sits on the stool Yoongi pulled out for her.

“And if they give you any more ‘you shouldn’t produce because it doesn’t fit our image for you’ crap, come to me and I’ll figure it out,” Yoongi says. “Open your laptop.”

She does as he asks, logging in then handing the device to him when he hold his hand out for it. He begins hooking it up to his desktop computer. He opens up his preferred production and editing program, saving what he was working on then exiting out to make a new document.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Kiryoung asks softly as he does this, her curiosity winning out against her shyness.

Yoongi glances at her briefly then continues opening files on Kiryoung’s laptop to bring to his computer.

“I guess I kind of see myself in you.”

Hearing those words from the member of BTS Kiryoung admires the most? Euphoric.

“You do?”

“Yeah. They wanted me to be the grumpy grandpa member for so long but that’s not really who I am. I’m not bright and sunshine-y either, but I’m not a scary person, despite people always perceiving me that way.”

“I don’t think you’re scary.”

“You almost started crying when I found you earlier.”

“That’s because I thought you were going to tell the company you found me!”

“I’m a lot of things, but a snitch isn’t one of them. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Kiryoung looks at Yoongi gratefully, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He points to his screen, “Which track do you want to work on?”

“Um, that one.”

“‘Crystalline Teardrops Flow Like a River of Grief’?” He glances beside him at Kiryoung, “You’re a little poet, aren’t you?”

“I convey words better in lyrics than I do in speaking.”

Yoongi smiles fondly at Kiryoung when she says that, the girl bashfully refusing to look at him after she does. He double clicks on that file and opens it in the producing software he has open.

“Anyway, about the company’s image thing, don’t let them control who you are. It’s hard enough being an idol already, don’t let them make you play a character as well. Don’t let anyone control who you are.”

Kiryoung looks at Yoongi with so much respect that he is the one to look away.

He plays it off and swiftly changes subjects, “Let’s listen to what you have, shall we?”

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thorne93 · 4 years

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Teacher’s Pet (Part 1)

Masterlist for Teacher’s Pet

Aesthetic: by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Prompt: You're a college student, who is having a tough time of things. that is, until there’s an offer made between you and your favorite professors

Word Count: 3583

Song: Do with it by Betty Who

Warnings: sexual daydreaming,Flustered OFC, professor/student smut, SMUT galore that’s what this is,Dom/Sub, spanking, Sir troph, oral female receiving, beard kink, fingering, baby girl kink, professor kink, rough sex,

Note: This is basically porn in writing. If you're looking for super sound plot, you won't find it. Its sex. I focused on the sex. And my first crack at a threesome. I wrote this for my super amazing best friend @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “And that about wraps it up for today. Thanks for your time everyone,” Professor Banner said to the small class, dismissing them.

He was your favorite professor, well one of two. He taught biology, the course you were in was environmental biology. You grabbed your things and started to make your way toward the door, noticing that Professor Banner was staring at you. As soon as you made eye contact, he diverted his attention away. You frowned in confusion but went ahead out the door.

You had ten minutes to get to your next class, robotics, taught by the other professor that you loved, Professor Tony Stark.

If Banner was attractive, Stark was downright gorgeous.

Both were amazingly smart, talented, and funny, in their own way. Stark was always cracking jokes, and Banner had this shyness about him but let his dry wit show every now and then.

You were pretty active in both classes: sitting in the front row, answering questions, conversing with each professor.

You’d never seen either outside of class before, but they’d complimented your work on a paper or test before just as class was dismissing. Part of you really wanted to get to know them outside of class. Neither was much older than you really, nearly fresh out of grad school. You weren’t sure if it was their age, or intellect, or the way Professor Banner looked with a full on beard, or how sometimes Stark gave this little devious smirk that made you shift in your seat… but whatever it was, you daydreamed often in their class.

You focused fine on your work but when they were up there lecturing, in their zone, talking passionately about something they loved… You were nearly in a puddle by the end of class.

You walked into the classroom and Dr. Stark was just setting up his slideshow when he saw you. His eyes lit up, but you didn’t see it, he then addressed you and said, “Y/N, could you come here a moment?”

You frowned but dropped your backpack off on the way over to where he was standing. No one else was in the room yet, but he still spoke low.

“Hey, so don’t take this the wrong way,” he started, “but I’ve noticed you’re grades are slipping a little. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just--”

Students started to stream in so he cut you off and said, “Can you come by my office a little later and we’ll discuss it?”

Your eyes went to the floor quickly. “Sure.”

“Great, how does 5:00 PM work?”

“Uh, that’s fine.”

“Fantastic,” he cooed before eyeing you up and down quickly. “Class is about to start,” he reminded you softly.

You took your seat and class began. You stared at your professor wondering why he was so interested in seeing you after class. Then your mind began to wander to places it probably shouldn’t about him. However, your mind went there frequently for both professors.

That’s wrong, you chastised yourself though.

Your mind went here often though. Wondering about Dr. Stark’s close shaven beard scratching your face as he kissed you roughly. Or Dr. Banner taking his glasses off before lifting you onto his desk--

No, Y/N, stop, you ordered yourself. These were wild fantasies that would never ever come true and you needed to stop toying with them. It was just torture.

Well, until you were alone in your room at night and thoughts of them drifted through your head and your hand went south and your name on their lips sounded like a prayer in your head. Dr. Banner’s sultry voice right in your ear, Dr. Stark’s teeth biting at your ear as he held your ass in his hands--

Stop! You all but shouted.

The classroom would soon be flooded if you continued thinking like this.

You shut down the thoughts and paid attention to the rest of the lecture. Class dismissed and you went to study until 5:00. Come to think of it, 5:00 was a pretty late time to meet. Why on earth would…

No, that’s preposterous, you thought, snuffing the idea out quickly.

You hurried to Dr. Stark’s office. You had to look it up quickly since you’d never been there. As soon as you arrived, the main lobby to the other professor’s offices seemed barren. No receptionist, no other professors were around. It was like a ghost town. You partially wondered if Dr. Stark even remembered the appointment with how dark and quiet it was.

Looking at the numbers on the doors you found the office. You poked your head into the office, spotting your professor at his desk.

“Dr. Stark? Is now still a good time?” you questioned uneasily.

“Ah, hi, Y/N,” he greeted warmly. “Come in. Now is still good, if it’s still good for you.”

“Yes.”

You stepped in and sat down across from him in one of the two chairs across from his desk.

“I’m sorry, sir, am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong?” you questioned, worried.

“No, no, not at all,” he assured as he rounded the desk and leaned against it. “I’m just worried,” he started.

“About?”

“Well as I mentioned in class earlier, your grades are slipping a tiny bit and I just wanted to check in and see if there’s anything I can do to help?” He cocked his head curiously.

“Uh, no, not that I can think of…”

“What’s been going on?” he wondered sweetly. “You’re usually my top student.”

“Yeah I just… the rent went up at my place, so I’ve had to pick up more hours where I work and I’ve had less time to study. I’m really sorry. I appreciate you noticing, but unless there’s some extra credit work I can do I’m not sure how you can help.”

“Extra credit hmm?” he mused. He eyed you up and down and unless you were absolutely bonkers, he was checking you out. He looked as if he could pounce on you, or eat you up… possibly eat you out? No, that was crazy, right?

Or was it?

Jesus, he was biting his lip now.

You needed to snap him out of it.

“Professor Stark?” you said curiously, trying to recall his attention, or at least to other things.

“Hmm?” he finally replied, humming his response. “Y/N, what do you think of my class?”

“What?” you asked, pausing before answering. “Uh, I love it. It’s probably one of my favorites in my entire academic career.”

“That’s good to hear. And me? Do you like me?” he probed seriously, his eyes boring into yours.

The room seemed to freeze as blood shot into your face, making your cheeks hot.

“I, uh, yeah, I mean, for a professor, you’re--uh, sir I’m not really sure how to answer--”

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable,” he quickly said his demeanor going from panther on the prowl to sweet, understanding guy. He took the seat next to you. “I just thought… maybe I was delusional, but I thought sometimes… well, in class… sometimes I’ve caught you staring. If I’m wrong, if I’m way off base, then we can just call this whole thing off, no hard feelings I swear.”

“Call what off?” you inquired, somewhat curious about his intentions.

“Well if I’m not mistaken, you find me attractive. I mean, I know I find you attractive,” he said with a coy face.

“Dr. Stark, I.. I’m not so sure this is a good idea…”

“So that’s not a no? And I swear, if it is a no, if I’ve read it wrong, we’ll forget the whole thing, no hard feelings,” he assured you with a smile. “We can just come up with another way to get you some extra credit.”

“No!” you quickly said, a little too quickly, to the point that your cheeks somehow got even hotter. “I mean, I… I’d really like the first option of earning credit,” you said a bit shakily.

“Really? So I’m not wrong?” he inquired with an eyebrow twitch and smirk.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “Um, have you don’t this before? I mean, how did you know…?”

“I’ve never done this before with a student, no,” he promised. “But I can’t seem to help myself with you. You sit up front, wearing those short skirts, it’s hard for me not to notice.”

“Oh,” was all you could get out.

“Damn, I really want to kiss you right now,” he suddenly said, eyeing your lips while biting his bottom lip.

“Then do it,” you urged breathlessly.

In an instant he was out of the chair, standing over you, his mouth on yours, his hands cradling your head. It all happened so fast you had no idea how he could move that quickly. His tongue gently worked towards your lips, persuading you to open your mouth and allow him in.

It honestly didn’t take much coaxing, you’d been dreaming about this moment the first time he gave a lecture.

He kissed you more and more, pushing harder, both of you barely able to breathe from the closeness and your mouths moving so much. He reached his hands down from your neck to your ass, picking you up out of the chair and placing you on his desk.

He broke the kissing before instructing you to stand up. He pulled you by the hands to stand up. Then he circled you slowly, his hands trailing on your waist before he landed behind you. He took your hair and pulled it over your shoulder, exposing your ear.

He put his lips close to your ear and said, “Bend over.”

Chills went down your spine and for a moment you were frozen. This was really happening.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“No,” you breathed quickly before following his order.

“No… what?” he prompted, his hand rubbing your ass cheek. He reached forward, grabbing a wooden ruler from his desk and you began to nearly pant at the sight.

“No, sir?” you responded, unsure of what he wanted.

“Very good,” he said quickly before reeling his hand back and smacking your behind, a little hard. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to notice. You yelped in response from the shock and giddiness. “You’ll address me as such from now on. That was just a warning shot.”

You wiggled your ass playfully.

“Oh, do you want more, baby girl?” he asked, his face lighting up at your enthusiasm.

“Yes,” you said barely above a whisper.

Another quick smack came to your cheek.

“Yes, what?” he growled in your ear.

“Yes, sir,” you corrected quickly.

“Such a quick learner. That’s why I love having you in my class.”

He pulled you up, spun you around, and coaxed you to lie back on the desk. You ignored the way some of the files felt against your back and a couple of other forgeign items. To be honest, it was pretty hot laying on his desk, your legs dangling, your skirt barely covering your underwear.

“Won’t people hear or walk in?” you asked nervously.

“No,” he promised as he went to shut the door and lock it. “Everyone’s gone home for the day. It’s Friday, it’s after 5, I promise we’re the only two here.”

He returned to you kissing you passionately. “God, I’ve waited for this for so long. I’ve wanted you since that first day in my class, but I wasn’t sure how to ask without… feeling like I was forcing myself on you.”

“No,” you assured shaking your head, grabbing at his shirt with both fists, “I’ve wanted this too.”

“Good,” he said with a dazzling smile that met his eyes before he suddenly ducked down, picking your legs up and putting them on the desk. Your back was now on the desk, with your heels digging into the corner of it, your ass exposed as your skirt fell. He put his hands on your slit over your panties. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he breathed with admiration.

“Mhm,” you whimpered as you stared at him.

“That’s what I like to see. Someone eager. Tell me, doll, are you eager?” he asked.

“Y-yes,” you stammered out, already breathless.

This was really happening. You’d thought about it. You’d wanted this for a long time. But Dr. Tony Stark’s face was actually between your thighs right now.

“Oh, such a good answer,” he responded with that star-studded smirk before he dove at your pussy. With a hooked finger, he pulled your panties out of the way so he could make quick work of your clit with his mouth. His lips collided with your pussy lips so fast your breath hitched in your throat. He sucked on you, hard, making you squirm.

After a minute or so, he let up, easing into just a few teasing flicks of his tongue before just letting his tongue work all over your pussy. A few licks on the clit, then it’d slowly trail down to your opening, where he darted it inside you, making you nearly come undone. Then back again to your clit. He kept up this agonizing pace. Every time he tongue fucked your hole, you felt like exploding, but then he’d move away to your clit. The tip against your clit or even flattening it out felt like you’d just buck your hips against him and your orgasm would come -- but it never did. He wouldn’t allow it.

He could feel you ready to release but he wasn’t quite ready to give it up just yet.

“Oh, no, Ms. Moran. You must have me confused with another professor that gives in so easily,” he teased as he backed away from your legs slowly. He was glistening with your liquids, all over his chin. It was a glorious sight.

He took his finger and barely touched your clit. The hypersensitivity made you flinch. He watched you with lustful eyes, smirking at every noise and move you made.

As he watched you, he slowly made his way to your pussy, playing around the edge of it. Touching it slightly, gently, enough to somewhat satisfy but never actually feel like anything gratifying.

“Professor!” you all but snapped at him, hitting his desk, begging in your tone.

“Oh, do you want it, baby girl?”

“Yes!”

He smirked again before he sank one finger into you, moaning at the sensation. That made two of you. He joined the other finger, stretching you out, and loving the sight of it. Here you were, finally all his, squirming on his desk, your tight little pussy wrapped around his fingers. You were all his. He was the reason you were a mewling mess, your hair fucked up on his papers, tresses of your locks laying over his keyboard.

Yes, this image would be something he’d lock away for later, when he was alone.

“I do love you calling me professor,” he admitted. “Do it again,” he ordered in a darker voice.

“Professor,” you breathed, loving the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you. The pace wasn’t rapid, but it wasn’t slow. It was like a metronome, enough to not drive you crazy, but not so rapid that it had no meaning to it. Every push and pull felt new, felt alive.

His free hand snaked up to your throat, wrapping his long fingers around your neck. He barely applied any pressure but it was enough to get the point across.

“Louder,” he commanded.

“Professor,” you said again with more gumption.

He began pumping his fingers harder into you, rougher, but god it felt fucking amazing. It was rhythmic, with a purpose.

“I can’t hear you, Ms. Moran! Speak up so the whole class can hear you!” he all but roared.

“Fuck! Finger fuck me, professor! Fuck me with your cock! Anything!” you let out, your fantasies spilling out of your mouth.

“Mmm, god damn I’ve waited a long time to hear that.”

You grinned up at him, elated at how he seemed to be worshiping every thing about you -- every noise, every movement, every confession. He was soaking it up.

He pulled his fingers from you all too quickly, leaving behind a gaping, wanting, aching cunt.

You whimpered in response.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby doll,” he assured, leaning between your legs to kiss your lips. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a nice looking cock. It was longer than average, and just a bit girthier than anyone you’d ever been with. He took the head and smacked it against your clit. “You like that, sweetheart?”

You nodded, holding onto your legs. “Mhm.”

“So obedient and willing to take whatever I have to offer,” he mused, eyeing you appreciatively. “I like that.”

“I like that you like that,” you responded evenly with a grin.

He smirked, smacking your clit again, making you yelp in ecstasy. Your clit was over sensitive, and every little touch sent your nerves on fire. Your pussy was still throbbing though and it desperately needed to be filled. Not by anything, by his dick and his dick alone.

“Please, professor?” you begged.

“As you wish, baby girl.” With that, he took the wetness that had you soaked, coated the tip of his dick in your juices, and slid into you. It was slow. He wanted to savor every centimeter as he slid in. He’d been waiting too long to ruin it by just shoving inside you. He wanted to feel every warm fold as it seemed to pull him deeper inside you.

You had to be honest, you wanted it slow too. Of course, you wanted him to fucking ram that cock inside you and never look back. But you, too, had awaited this moment since you first laid eyes on him and you didn’t want it to just disappear in one fell swoop.

You leaned your head back and appreciated every inch he took of you, opening you up, spreading your pussy with his shaft, burying himself deeper inside you.

Finally, he bottomed out. His nuts were resting against your ass and it was another sensation you didn’t know you needed.

He reveled there for just a moment, taking in the pleasure of simply having your cunt wrapped entirely around his dick. He’d dreamed of this forever.

Then he started to move, and fuck, you thought you’d come undone right then and there. He barely started to pull out, but it was enough to ignite your insides all over again. He pulled out barely half an inch the first few times, just enjoying how you felt around him. But then the pace picked up. He was greedy. He wanted to feel himself fuck you properly. He wanted to feel you, fast, rapid, quick. He wanted your warmth to grip at him desperately as he pulled out further then slammed back in.

Each time he slammed in, bottoming out, you’d let out this precious sound that sounded like heaven falling from your lips. Tony could nearly cum from just that sound.

He groaned and moaned as his hips stuttered into you, over, and over, and over, his pace relenting. It felt amazing, you just needed that one little touch on your clit to--

He was way ahead of you. He saw how you were moving, how your tits were bouncing as your back arched. He continued his pace as he licked his fingers before putting them down on your clit, making little motions on them. He threw his head back as he felt you start to clench.

Your stomach got that familiar warm feeling, your legs tensing.

“Oh, oh, fuck, Professor, I’m about to…” you uttered out.

“Come on, Ms. Moran. You’ve never disappointed me before. Cum for your favorite professor,” Tony coaxed sweetly, staring down at you, practically demanding you.

That’s all it took.

The dam broke and you were gushing around his dick. He continued to fuck you relentlessly, making your orgasm ride out as wave after wave of release washed over you.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” he chanted, moaning. “Fuck, Y/N, God damn baby you feel so fucking great,” he panted as he held your legs. He kept fucking you, slamming into you until you could feel it. His dick was extremely hard, he cried out, your name sounding almost like a curse as he came in you. Hot ropes of semen spilled inside you. He slowed his motions, but still pumped you. He leaned over you, kissing you, until he finally pulled himself out.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you stood up.

Tony grabbed a rag from his bottom drawer, offering it to you for cleanup.

“So… about that grade?” you reminded.

“Oh, of course. You can do some extra credit, due whenever.” He smirked at you, making you realize the fucking was just a ploy.

“You naughty professor!” you chastised, smacking his arm.

“I’m thinking we should have a system,” he proposed, leaning against the desk as he zipped his pants.

“Oh?”

“Whenever you want to fuck, you wear a skirt to my class.”

“Really?”

“Really. Any skirt. You wear that, and if you show up to my office in a skirt, I know you want to be fucking railed,” he stated. “Of course, i think next time we do this, it should be at my house, with a bed and everything.”

“Whatever you think’s best,” you responded with a smile.

He grinned before capturing you in a kiss.

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northernfeather · 3 years

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About me... Just call this profile Fifty Shades of me.

I am a New Age person probably the last person to talk about myself, as I always wonder where to begin. Even as a writer, what first word to write to overcome my initial shyness, when I only have one chance to make a first impression.

I am a practicing Druid.

A druid (Welsh: derwydd; Old Irish: druí; Scottish Gaelic: draoidh) was a member of the high-ranking professional class in ancient Celtic cultures. Perhaps best remembered as religious leaders, they were also legal authorities, adjudicators, lorekeepers, medical professionals, and political advisors.

Here you find a deep, warm and sensitive environmentally friendly person looking for that special someone and I hope you're out there. Lets walk the beach and/or sit by a fire and let a glass of white wine, or a cup of tea warm are hearts and souls. Let us "Live, love and Laugh..."

Let me be your shoulder to lean on when you need someone to talk to. Could you like me, sit and watch the ocean for hours, watching the waves speak as they tell the story of the seven seas. To let a sunrise gently kiss your awakening senses and let a sunset promise a new day to come. To hear the rain and see it’s gentle patter caressing your window. To hear the wild geese call and cause a stirring deep within you, to see the salmon defiantly push away any obstacle to complete their timeless life-cycle. Or a whale rising majestically out of the sea. To see a thoroughbred Hanoverian jumper clear the fences with ease or a formula one race car thrill you at the Monaco Grand Prix.

Give me a North Star to guide a tall ship and me and I will never grow old. Let me allow you to find a port within the harbour that is my heart. Let me help you get your degree in shellfish engineering as we savour fresh crab together.

I love of Celtic, classical & new age and rock and roll music. I love history (especially maritime history), the environment, the ocean and being on it. To teach people about how special our marine environment is. I love to read and write photography, chess, model ships and quality television documentaries British comedies and dramas. I so love to tickle and be tickled... Laughter is the best medicine...

My main fetish.

I'm into tickling and everything that goes with it, bondage and tickling to orgasm included. I like tying girls down and giving them a thoroughly good tickle. I like to tickle Armpits, Ribs and feet predominately, but am also into tickling woman's privates, if she is so inclined.

I am also a receiver and with the ladies only, but it has to be with someone I know really well,

I also write stories about tickling and so have a read on Fetlife (same name as here). Are you ticklish?

A link to my stories: https://fetlife.com/users/223548/posts

My hard limits.

No drugs or smoking.

No cum pics.

No open mouth pics (I'm not your dentist.)

And I'm not into the daddy baby and/or role play thing.

And This applies to guys as well, but no penetration or oral sex. I'll finger and stroke you to orgasm and orgasm denial there but that's all.

But enough about me. Now about how I Like to Tickle Girls.

Why I like to tickle girls:

For me, tickling a girl is a way to exert pleasure, to bring forth laughter and to watch as the ticklee struggles to get away. Laughter is a therapeutic medicine and tickling is a way to administer it. And of course (for me some of the time) the more laughter and the louder the laughter, the more fun it is. But first and foremost, my ticklee and their feelings are a priority, as I want to keep a healthy relationship with them. And so they always call the shots. Unless they want to be “Out of control.”

What kind of tickling do I like?

I’m a natural tickler and by that I mean I don’t like anything heavy or added. I just keep it simple with fingers, feathers, soft brushes, nylon brushes and vibrators are the tools I use. I DO NOT use any oils, lotions or ANY drugs or mood enhancers on the girls I tickle.

I use bondage and yes I find it fun and a turn on to see the person I’m tickling not being able to move or get away. But for the most part I use it as a protection from flailing arms and/or legs both, for me, and the person I’m tickling. I don’t want them hurting themselves or me.

I like everything from sensual through to intense tickling and/or tickle torture. But “I tickle the way the girl likes and wants me to tickle her is the priority.” In the tickling community we have what we call safewords and those are “Red” and “Yellow”. Red means that the person being tickled wants you to stop tickling altogether and that the session is over and Yellow means that the person being tickled needs a break. And so you give them one. Again the feelings of the person I am tickling is a priority to me.

Where on a girl do I like to tickle?

My preferences of areas of the body to tickle are the armpits, ribs, tummy, the feet and to a small degree a girl's womanhood. “But she calls the shots on the WH.”

How do I like to tickle?

I like to dig my fingers in and have a good time. Sensually stroking, through to digging in and revving my fingers can lead to some wonderful, full-bodied reactions containing the following:

· Full-bodied hearty loud through to guttural laughter. · Squirming to frenzied struggling and writhing. · Begging and pleading by the ticklee for me to stop tickling.

Examples of that can be found in all of my tickling stories posted in my profile's writing section.

What tickle toys do I like to tickle with?

I like to use a firm stiff feather and its quill, a nylon brush, soft paintbrushes, a loofa sponge, a toothbrush (both electric and manual) and a massage vibrator with a certain head. Not to mention my “Silver Stroker.”

How long do I like to tickle?

Ideally I am somewhat of a relentless and torturous tickler. That having been said, I also don't want to hurt my ticklee in any way, but I do want to tickle them sensually senseless never the less. I will give them breaks between, but I could tickle for hours on end, ”but again my ticklee's feelings are a priority.”

Aftercare…

Aftercare is important to me, as I want my lee to leave feeling refreshed and not sore from the restraints, (if we’ve used them in the first place). So I give them a one-hour full-body massage and in some cases I even take them out to dinner.

There you have it; How and why I like to tickle girls. I hope you ladies approve.

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khadij-al-kubra · 4 years

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Worst Impressions are the First (ch 6)

Main Characters: Logan, Patton, Roman, Virgil (Human AU)

Pairings: Romantic LAMP

Words: 5518

Author’s Note: *Shuffles in, hijab haphazardly wrapped, wearing a fleece hoodie over rumpled pajamas, carrying a mug that reads “I write, what’s your superpower” and wearing one slipper.* Hey folks. So um. Yeah. I know it’s been, well, a LONG while. Apologies. I have no excuse other than this last semester of grad school and my part time gig kicked my ass, stole most of my free time, and possibly my left shoe. But I haven’t forgotten this fic or all of you incredibly wonderful and patient readers. And trust me when I say that I have made the wait worth it. Plus I’m on break now and already plotting out the next chapter, and I know exactly how I plan to progress with it, right down to the number of chapters left. Can I get a wahoo? *Yawns and takes a long drink of strongly brewed black tea* Once again, thank you SO much for your patience and love, and enjoy the lovelorn chaos from our favorite gays. ^_^ (also, if for some reason the tag link isn’t working for you, please let me know)

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Chapter 6 - (POV Patton)

The fire in your eyes

Like a grave digger’s lantern

Your passion revives…me

“Gosh dang it, one syllable too many,” Patton muttered to himself over the notepad.

He felt a staccato of taps on his arm; a signal for when the world was silenced by Patton’s big headphones and Roman wanted to talk to him. He took them off, giving his soulmate his full attention. That was still so nice to say and put an actual face to. My soulmate.

“Problem, dear heart?” Roman asked from the seat next to him. The new term of endearment made Patton blush, but he loved it.

“Nah, just tweaking a new haiku,” he said. “I want it to be perfect for my muse.”

Now Roman was the one blushing. “Well I’m sure when it’s done it will be as wonderful as everything else that’s made by your hands.”

It had been barely two days since he and Roman discovered they were each other’s soulmates (or at least one of them), but since then they had spent every spare moment getting to know each other. From walking to classes together to spending free periods together, and Patton’s mother had even insisted on inviting Roman over for dinner just last night. When Roman had complimented the pasta Patton helped cook, saying he could taste the love poured into each noodle, his heart felt near to bursting. It was such a short amount of time getting to know each other, yet Patton felt as though he’d known Roman for eons all throughout past lives.

Who knew being with your soulmate could make you feel so alight inside?

“Thank you for sneaking me your Tupperware of leftovers, Patton,” said Roman, covertly twirling his plastic fork into the spaghetti under their table.

“No problem, kiddo,” said Patton.

Technically they weren’t allowed food in the library during study hall except for water. Unless you had a blood sugar problem or something. Still, Patton was willing to break a tiny rule if it was for his soulmate’s well being. And maybe myself, he thought, sneaking bites from the napkin cookies on his lap.What? He’d had an Algebra test that morning. He earned a treat or two.

“Mom’s right, I do need to pack fuller lunches. I don’t know what’s up with my appetite lately. Least I’ve still got my figure.

“Maybe it s a puberty thiiiiiohmygosh it’s him.”

“Him who?”

“Look, but don’t look, over your shoulder.”

Roman sneakily looked over his shoulder and saw what Patton meant. It was Logan Berry, in all his brilliant glory, pulling out a book from the chemistry section. He looked lovely as always in a cream colored blouse, mint green skirt, and cherry blossom patterned neckerchief. The yellow gems of his bumblebee hair clip glittered under the ceiling light as it kept the ebony bangs out of his eyes.

Yet there was something off about Logan today. His face was neutral as always, but Patton noticed there was something slightly somber in his posture.

“Isn’t that supposed to be the school genius or something?” Roman asked.

“Debate club president,” Patton said wistfully.

“I’ve heard about his through tech club. He is really pretty! In a nerdy way.”

“Yeah, he sure is a lovely creature of nature.” Patton said with a sigh.

They must have been whispering louder than he realized, because suddenly Logan’s head was turned, and he was looking curiously at Patton. Oohhh gosh golly. He half hid behind his copy of Wuthering Heights.

“Patton my dear, you sound positively smitten.” Roman said, turning back around. “Not that I blame you really.”

Patton chuckled, unable to stop staring at his crush. “Guilty. Have been for awhile.”

“Say, you don’t suppose Logan could be one of our mysterious shared soulmates, maybe the one from yesterday, do you?”

“Maybe, but I don’t think we have the same lunch time as—Ohhh Lemony Snickett, he’s coming this way!”

“What? Here? Now? Does my hair look good?”

Patton considered himself to be pretty good at reading people on an emotional level, but Logan was usually like a tightly bound journal, difficult to look into. Except this time it was clear he did not look too happy with them. Before he could gage deeper as to why, Logan was at their table. Patton had never been this close to Logan before, never had the chance to make real mutual eye contact.

Logan’s stoic gaze went back and forth between them. His brave little Prince was mumbling Disney lyrics under his breath and clearly trying so hard not to clam up. Guess it’s up to me. Patton grasped for some sort of ice-breaker good enough for Logan. Something friendly, intelligent and totally not off-putting like he normally was.

“Umm…cookie?” Patton asked, holding up his cookie napkin in peacemaker offering.

“I don’t appreciate being stared at and spoken about behind my back.” Logan said sharply, staring pointedly at him.

“So that’s a no on the cookie.” Patton said, shrinking back.

“If you have something to say, you can express your mockeries to my face, because frankly I am in no mood for ignoring judgmental comments today.”

Ouch! Logan had never come across as the friendliest person ever, but Patton was definitely not expecting him to speak so coldly upon their fist meeting. And it hurt. Or it would have more so if Patton couldn’t tell from the look in Logan’s eyes that he was actually upset about something more than just people whispering.

“H-hey, don’t talk to my soulmate like that!” Roman said, voice cracking. He was loud enough to be shushed from another table. Yet for once, Roman didn’t duck his head down in shyness. “I-in fact, you shouldn’t talk to anymore like that, or make such harsh assumptions yourself, Mister Sub-Astute-Teacher.”

Logan turned to Roman. “I beg your pardon?”

“We weren’t gossiping about you, or whatever it is you think we were doing. If anything we were complimenting you. I mean- well yeah-yes! We were. But that was before you came at us so rudely with your negative assumptions. Just because you’re the debate club president or whatever doesn’t give you the right to talk to people like that.”

Wow. Patton had never had someone stand up for him like that before. And he’d never seen Roman be so, well, unabashedly vocal, even when people were watching. I am so proud!

Logan looked taken aback, ashamed even. “I-I apologize.”

“Yeah, you should, Blaise Pastel. And another...thing?” Roman cut himself off suddenly.

Patton was about to ask Roman what was wrong when he felt the tell tale tingle on his arm. He pulled up his sleeve and sure enough, another new soulthought was there, tattooed in navy blue ink: ‘Hm. Brontë. Excellent taste.’

“Patton,” Romans said, tapping him excitedly. “Look!”

On Roman’s arm in the same navy blue read: ‘Interesting sweater choice.’ They beamed at each other. There was no doubt about it.

Then Logan coughed, and when they turned to look at him, he too was holding out his arm on display. Beneath two purple and sky blue soulmarks, the latter of which Patton recognized as his own, were letters in bright red: ‘Nerd—Pretty—Pretty nerd.’

“Well. It would appear that we have much to discuss. May I?” Logan asked, gesturing to an empty chair at their table.

Patton checked wordlessly with Roman if he was okay with it. The drama techie nodded. “Please.”

Logan pulled out the chair across from them and smoothed out his skirt as he sat. “So. It seems that we are all ineffably bonded to one another, judging from the matching color palettes in our soul thoughts. And you both are...”

“We’re together,” said Roman, reaching for Patton’s hand on the table and lacing their fingers. “We found each other just two days ago.”

Something flashes across Logan’s face, but it was gone before Patton could read more into it. “That is...quite fortuitous.”

“And we’d love for you to be apart of this too.” Patton said. “That is, if you’d be comfortable with that. We wouldn’t dare bind your heart to ours, regardless of being soulmates, if it wasn’t something you also wanted.”

“Or if you ended up being a jerk.”

“Roman!”

“Well he—

“It’s quite alright, um, Patton was it?” Logan asked. Patton nodded yes. “Roman is within his right to feel how he does. I did not exactly make the best first impression.”

“You can say that again.” Roman muttered.

“Now Roman, you and I didn’t exactly get off on the right foot either. In fact it left a lot to be desired.” Pattona said.

“But he—

“Deserves just as much a chance as we did. He is our soulmate after all. Alright?”

“Yes, dear.”

A low chuckle from Logan caught them both off guard. The beautiful brainy boy was covering his mouth demurely. The sight of Logan, who’d always been so sharp and alabaster cold, so softened by just his laughter alone was breathtaking. It set moths fluttering about in Patton’s tummy.

“What’s so funny?” Roman asked, brows furrowed.

Logan cleared his throat and adjusted his Warby Parkers. Hey, we have the same glasses!

“Apologizes, I am not laughing at you,” Logan said. “It is merely that, well, for a moment there your bickering reminded me of my mothers. Which is quite remarkable given how, as you’ve said, you two have only known each other for two days.”

“Aw gee, it’s sweet of you to say that we remind you of your moms, Logan.” Patton said.

To think he and Roman already sounded like an old married couple. Sure it was all fast and new to him still, but he couldn’t help delighting at it. Would he get to share this same sort of bond with Logan? With his fourth unknown soulmate? He sure hoped so.

Still, he was so different from Roman. Even though Patton had been crushing on Logan fort ages, he seemed to have a much thicker wall. Could Patton ever be good enough to be invited in?

“So I take it from your reaction that you are not among the school’s percentage of ignoramuses that take offense to LGBT folk, such as myself and my mothers?” Logan asked.

“Pshh, puh-lease! I’m about as straight as this spaghetti,” said Roman, holding up a limp noodle hanging off his fork.

“You do know food is prohibited in the library.”

“And my brother Remus is a regular Ace of spades.” Roman continued, ignoring Logan. “Not that you’d ever guess it, with all the crude jokes he makes on his podcast.”

“Brother?” Patton and Logan asked.

“Trust me, the less you know about that internet troll the better.”

“As for me, said Patton, “well, just fry an egg on my head and call me pan.”

Roman nearly choked on his bite of food, cough laughing. Patton offered his bottle of water to him. Logan tilted his head to the side.

“Fry an—what? That isn’t—pan?” If there was a lightbulb over Logan’s head, it would have just clicked. “Oh good lord, was a that a pun comparing pansexuality to cookware?”

“Heh, guilty,” said Patton. “I’ve got ‘em by the dozens.”

Roman seemed to like Patton’s jokes, but Logan not so much. Patton had been trying real hard to make his jokes less dry and dark. Did Logan just not like puns, or did he not like him? Patton so wanted Logan to like him.

“Tawdry wordplay aside, I’m please to find that at least some of my soulmates are not ashamed to be themselves, unlike...”

Patton turns to Logan concerned, but he merely opened his book to a random page and pretended to read it. He was clearly holding something back, but Patton didn’t want to push him into talking. He already felt like on thin ice.

“Unlike who?” Roman asked. “Does it have to do with your soulmate?”

“You’ll have to be more specific,” said Logan, not looking up.

Roman rolled his eyes. “The one with the purple writing. Don’t think I didn’t notice that. Patton and I both have thought tattoos in the same color, and if you know who are third soulmate is, then don’t you think we have a right to know who they are as well?”

Logan closed the book. He looked at them for a moment, then sighed. “That is more than fair. Alright. It’s...”

He leaned in close to them, and in a low voice whispered a name that Patton was surprised to hear.

“VIRGIL!?” Roman shouted. Logan palmed his forehead.

A neighboring table shushed them and at least two students milling about the stacks gave them odd looks. Patton tugged his hat down and Roman slunk down bashfully. Baby steps, Roman. Baby steps. They probably would’ve gotten more than odd looks if not for Logan giving the more nosy students a steely glare.

“Would you kindly think before you open your infinitesimally loud mouth next time?” Logan asked.

He knows that word actually means really small, right? Patton thought.

“Well excuse me for being shocked that the Stormcloud of South Bay High is our mysterious soulmate.” Roman said, using his backstage voice. “I mean, look at us and look at him.”

“I have,” Logan said.

“And you’re still in one piece? After being alone with an unnerving ruffian like him?”

“FALSEHOOD!”

The sudden outburst startled Patton nearly out of his skin, and Roman actually fell out of his seat, spaghetti almost flying. The school librarian shushed Logan pointedly, and he apologized to her profusely, being luck enough to to get off with just a warning as her model library goer.

“He is not like that.” Logan said. “Yes, he is among the athletic clique but he is by no means a brute. He is intelligent and sweet and...gentle.”

“It’s true Roman,” said Patton. “I haven’t talked to him much myself, but I sit behind him in English Lit., and he’s never been mean to anyone in class.”

Patton pictured the anxious kiddo in his mind. How fidgety he got, the way his back tensed when being called on even if he knew the answer, and especially the lost lonely look in his eyes.

“Actually, when he’s not huddled in with his buddies, Virgil’s even more awkward than you can be.”

“Augh!” Roman gasped offendedly. “Patton, you wound my pride. Wait, was that a compliment or?”

“Does that mean you’ve talked with Virgil then?” Patton asked Logan.

“Indeed. We officially met—coincidentally—on Wednesday, realized we are soulmates, and spent Study Hall yesterday getting to know one another. It was quite...enjoyable.”

Then something happened that Patton would’ve gone so far as to call a little miracle: he saw Logan smiling. It was small but softened his angular face oh so nicely. Seeing Logan’s smile was like watching a sunrise. If Patton hadn’t been in puppy love with Logan before he definitely was now.

Then the overcast came, and stone faced Logan was back. “That is until some of his neanderthal brethren in lettermen’s happened upon us, and Virgil revealed the coward he truly is; ashamed of himself and ashamed of me.”

The three of them went quiet, their snacks and studies long forgotten. The library clock ticked away, turning pages crinkled like autumn leaves, and somewhere somebody was not so sneakily smoking a joint. Of course his brave little Prince would be the first to break the silence.

“Sooo I take it that Virgil is deeper in the closet than Narnia,” said Roman.

“Precisely. And I refuse to belittle my self-worth by wasting my time on anyone who does not have the courage to be themselves, let alone be associated with me simply because I am not of the same socially constructed high school status. I told him as much before leaving with my dignity intact.”

Patton tried to process this new information. It hurt his heart to hear the bitterness in Logan’s words, especially when he was so obviously trying to hide how hurt he really was. Yet even so...

“I understand where you’re coming from Logan, and I’m sorry that happened to you. But,” Patton bit his bottom lip, “Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh on Virgil?”

Logan raise a sharp eyebrow at him. “In what way am I being harsh?”

“Because, well, it’s not really your place to say when or how ‘out’ somebody should be. Even if he is your—our—soulmate.” Patton sat up straighter, blowing the curly bangs out of his eyes. “I mean, you probably came to this school already out of the closet, right? You’re used to to knowing how to handle yourself and others when they might talk bad about you. So it’s probably easier to feel like you’ve got the Pride high ground.”

“I...suppose I hadn’t considered it in that light.” said Logan. “Astute.”

“Yeah, top notch analysis there, Patton-cake,” said Roman.

“And yeah, we’ve got a modest little LGBT club and a small portion of the school has not so nice views of queer people,” Patton continued. “Which makes sense, I mean, this isn’t exactly New York. But you’ve gotta understand that Virgil is smack dab in the middle of that crowd. He probably feels like it might not be as safe for him to be out as it would be for someone like you; the debate club champ and smartest kid in school who’s also in good standing with the teachers. ...Or someone like me; the creepy emo kid that everyone treats like a ghost or is too scared of to bother with anyways.”

Lonely as it was, being invisible did have its advantages. Patton felt Roman wrap a deceptively strong arm around him, nothing but tenderness in his eyes. Well, not so invisible anymore. Patton smiled and leaned his head on Roman’s broad shoulder.

“Honestly, I see Patton’s point. Sure, I get teased by those guys all the time for being perceived as gay—not that they’re wrong—but people have picked on me for plenty of other reasons over the years.”

Roman paused for moment, using one hand to wipe his large glasses on his swirly patterned sweater vest.

“Look at me. I’m a scrawny, shy, Disney obsessed theater nerd, and not even one of the leading actor elites. I knew going in that I was bound for the bottom of the social food chain no matter what I did, so I figured, why not at least allow myself to be my full rainbow self, albeit quietly? Sure, I haven’t officially come out yet, but it’s not like I’d have much more to lose when I do. But Virgil? He has everything to lose.”

Logan sat back in his chair, mulling over their imput. Pattons was worried that he might have offended Logan somehow. He wasn’t storming away from their table, so that was a good sign. Maybe Patton should apologize anyways.

BRIIIING

Study hall was officially at an end. Students packed up their bags, and returned or checked out books. Meanwhile the librarian ushered any stragglers out so she could prepare the space for any Friday electives that would be taking place there.

“I have to get to class,” said Logan, gathering his things. “It was good meeting you both. You’ve given me much to think about. Perhaps we might converse again sometime?”

“No problem Specs. Where are you off to next?” Roman asked, closing up the Tupperware and hanging it back to Patton.

“Um, U.S. History,” said Logan, adjusting his glasses.

“With Mr. Terrence? Me too.” Roman grabbed his classic Mickey backpack. “Maybe we can, um, walk over there together? I mean, since we’re headed the same direction.”

“I have no objections with that.”

“Onward then. Farewell, Patton dear.”

“Bye Roman. Uh, Logan, I—“

Before Patton could say anything more, his two soulmates were on their way out. With a sigh he grabbed his writing journal, book, and backpack before heading out himself in the opposite direction for his last two classes of the day. He had English Lit with Miss Valerie next. And Virgil, he thought, pulling his headphones over his ears. It was high time he and Virgil spoke for real.

* * * * *

Patton watched the clock on the wall tick tock away the last few minutes of class He gripped his stretched sleeve end into a black and grey paw with one hand, and doodled furiously in his notebook margins with the other. Did I overstep my boundaries? Patton wondered for the hundredth time since the middle of class. In front of him, Virgil nervously bounced his knee and kept chewing on his cuticles, sending a twinge of guilt through Patton’s chest.

Halfway through class while Miss Valerie was writing out notes on the board, he had carefully tossed a folded note onto Virgil’s desk. Luckily he’d always been more of a thrower than a catcher. The anxious athlete saw the slip of paper, unfolded its contents, and went rigid. He’d cast a quick wide eyed glance over his shoulder at Patton before turning back to the front. Virgil hadn’t looked at him again since.

BRIIIING

“Alright class, that’s it for today. Don’t forget, your essays about the symbolic significance of the Moores in Brontë‘s novel are due next week,” said Miss Valerie.

While the rest of the class rushed to leave, he and Virgil lingered behind, packing their backpacks slower till the coast was clear. They stood up at the same time, Patton clutching his journal to his chest, and Virgil hunched awkwardly.

“Hey, is there some place we can’t talk? Privately?” Vigil asked, his voice gravelly.

“Mhm. Just uh, follow me.” Patton said.

They walked out the classroom and through the crowded hallways, Patton in the lead and Virgil following a foot behind. Murmurings of between bells chatter and tinny locker taps filled his ears. Two hallways later, Patton pulled Virgil round a courier and into the Nurses Office.

Flickering fluorescent ceiling lights cast shadows around the off-white walls. The only decorations were an anatomy poster, a poster of a cute bat dressed in a nurse’s cap, and the skeleton onesie clad teddy bear Nurse Talyn kept for students in emotional distress. Patton called him Mr Fluffybones. There were chairs, a sickbed, and a filing cabinet next to the supply closet. The office always smelled of rubbing alcohol, but it was clean, quiet, and most of all private. Talyn was a colleague of Emile’s so they let him stay in here on his bad days for as long as he needed to.

“Patton, it’s ten minutes till classtime.” Nurse Talyn said from their desk, their horn-rimmed glasses sliding down their nose. “Do you have a pass for another breather? Or is there something your friend needs help with?”

“No, nothing like that Talyn,” Patton said, smiling at the word ‘friend.’ “Virgil and I just needed someplace private to talk for a bit.”

“You know I’m not supposed to let students be in here unless they’re feeling unwell.”

“Pleeeese? We’ll head right to class afterwards. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Then, Patton unleashed his most secret of secret weapons, used for emergencies only and rarer than a red moon: the puppy Pat pout. When Talyn saw his pouty bottom lip and big eyes, their mouth went lemon tight. They only resisted for a few seconds before an audible groan told Patton he’d one this round.

“Ugh, fine! You get five minutes while I go restock my bandaid jar.” Talyn took a not even half empty jar with them as they went to the supply closet. “I blame Emile for teaching you that puppy dog pout. It should be illegal.”

“Thanks Nurse Talyn!” Works every time.

Patton turned around to where Virgil stood behind him, hands in the oversized letterman jacket and a crooked smirk on his face. If Patton didn’t know better, he would think Virgil looked almost impressed.

“We can talk privately now, don’t worry.” Patton said.

“Worry’s my middle name but, okay. So uh, about this.”

Virgil took a deep breath and pulled from one pocket a crumpled note. He unfurled is, words facing up: ‘I know you’re my soulmate. We all do. Can we talk?’

Standing in front of him now, seeing the dark bags under his wide eyes, Patton thought that Virgil looked so small and vulnerable. All shelled up in his too big jacked, clutching that paper between his shaking skinny fingers. He just wanted to hold the poor thing close and protect him from every nasty thing in this world. Instead he settled for smiling as warmly as possible, hoping to help Virgil feel more at ease.

“Just tell me first,” Virgil’s hands fidgeted. “By ‘we’ you mean my other soulmates and not, y’know, the whole school? I hope? Not that I think you’d out me or anything; you’re not like that. Not that I’d assume what you’re like, I jus—

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, kiddo.” Patton said, making his voice gentle. “I do mean our soulmates, and of course your secret is still safe with us.”

Upon hearing this though, Virgil’s whole body relaxed. “Heh, you really do say ‘kiddo.’ So how’d you find out?”

“Logan ran into Roman and me in the library earlier. We got to chatting and figured out the four of us are all soulmates.”

Virgil gave a low whistle. “I knew you guys were my soulmates but geez. All four of us? Fate must have a weird sense of humor.”

“Our gossamer spider-silk threads of fate are interwoven into one intricate home for our four hearts to feast upon entangled love.”

Patton mentally winced. Way to get weird and dark again Patton. Wait, he’s...smiling. Oh gosh, I really have a thing for nice smiles, don’t I?

“Wow Pat, that was...really lovely. And just the right amount of creepy. I dig it.”

Lovely? Me? Patton smiled, his freckled cheeks feeling warm all of a sudden. I knew you would be kind.

“I meant what I thought, by the way,” said Virgil. “You really do have gorgeous eyes.”

“And you really need to stop calling yourself an idiot,” said Patton.

Virgil chuckled, then looked down at his purple sneakers. “Did um...did Logan tell you about what happened?”

Patton rubbed his arm. “Yeah, he did.”

“So then you probably hate me, right? Argh, stupid question. Of course you do. Or at least Logan does. He probably thinks I’m just another stupid jerk athlete. Roman too. Not that I blame him after the number of times I’ve just stood by like an idiot and—

“I will physically fight you if you keep talking bad about yourself, Mister!”

The sharp outburst startled Virgil into shutting up. Patton didn’t often use his papa bear voice (as him mom called it) outside of the house or with anyone besides his younger cousin Elliot. But he couldn’t stand hearing Virgil talk that way about himself for another second. There was only room for one self deprecating soulmate in their group, and that was him.

“Logan doesn’t hate you Virgil. None of us do.” Patton said. “He’s upset still, sure, but never hate. And I told him that what he said to you was probably a little too harsh.”

Virgil’s head shot up. “You did?”

“Mhm. Of course his feelings were valid, but that couldn’t have been an easy situation for you either. Being in the closet is a pretty scary time, and the anxiety probably doesn’t help with it either.”

“H-how did you?”

“My godfather’s a therapist. Got pretty good at picking up on the signs from talking with him. Besides, you’re not the only one with a monster living between their ears.”

Patton rolled up his left sleeve, showing the tally marks of all the times he’d managed to come back out of the darkness and stand in the sunlight again. Virgil gave a quiet gasp, but Patton refused to turn away in shame from his soulmate, even if he did look at him with pity. When he met Virgil’s eyes however, they were filled with understanding.

In a bittersweet sort of way, it made Patton feel happy.

“I’m not saying you have to come out for us. Or go public, or do anything you’re not ready for yet. I just want you to know that we’re here for you when you are ready. And,” Patton held out his hand in offering, “you don’t have to go through this alone.”

He expected Virgil to take his handshake, maybe say thanks and offer to talk outside of school sometime. Maybe.

He did not expect Virgil to take his wrist in a gentle calloused grasp, turn his arm upward, bend down, and place a soft kiss on his scars.

It was sudden. It was impulsive. It was an act of pure reverence that set Patton’s pulse point thrumming faster than a hummingbirds heartbeat.

And judging from the look on his face, it shocked the hell out of Virgil just as much. He snatched his hand back as though his touch might burn Patton.

“I’m sorry! That was—I should’ve asked—-out of line. I—NGK!”

“Virgil, wait!”

Too late. Just as someone else was coming in, Virgil was running out the door, nearly knocking the other person over.

“WOah! Where’s the fire babe?” they asked.

Virgil paid him no mind. Didn’t even seem to hear him. Once again, Patton’s soulmate was gone before he could even try to make things right.

“Guess he’s got the runs or something. Ngh-ow. Forget it. Head hurts too much to care right now.”

The student who’d just come in was also wearing a letterman jacket, and their fingers hovered over a mean looking bruise near their temple. It took a second for Patton to recognize from the sunglasses who he was.

“You’re one of Virgil’s friends, Remy, right?” Patton asked.

Remy jumped, not realizing Patton was there. “His best friend, thank you very much. And who wants to knoOOHhhh I see. You’re one of his secret soulmates he won’t tell me about!”

Patton followed Remy’s eye line leading to his still uncovered arm. He quickly pulled his sleeve back down, blushing scarlet hot and hid behind his bangs. Remy chuckled.

“You know I gotta say, not at all what I pictured, but you are a cute little black kitten,” Remy said with a grin.

“Do you know where Virgil might’ve run off to? I want to go after him, but I need to get to class soon. Oh, it was all going so well, but maybe he thought he crossed a line and I’d be upset, but I’m not! He looked just short of a panic attack and I just...is he going to be okay?” Patton could’ve cried he was so worried.

Remy gave him a long unreadable once over, then sighed. “Look, if I know Virgil—and I do—then he’s either gone to the gym to blow off some steam, or holed himself up somewhere private where he can calm down. He doesn’t like people seeing his anxiety get the better of him if he can help it. Say it makes people uncomfortable.”

“Mental health isn’t anything to be embarrassed by, or of.”

Patton must have passed some sort of test, because Remy finally gave him a genuine smile of approval and lifted his sunglasses atop his head.

“Totes babe. Look, right now I gotta see a nurse about this goose egg hatching on my head, but I’ll try to look for him after. Kay? Ow!”

Patton signed. “Thank you Remy.”

“You still here, Patton?” Nurse Talyn called, coming out from the supply closet with an armload of bandaid boxes, a bad of cotton swabs, and a now full jar. “The second bell is about to ring. You need to get—“

They looked around the room, spotted Remy, and dropped their arms. Their face fell flat, along with the rest of the things they’d been carrying. Good thing that jar was plastic.

“Remy Dormier, did you fall asleep and hit your head in the hallway again?” Nurse Talyn asked, looking just about done with everything.

“Nope. Track field. Bottom bleacher,” said Remy, wincing and he touched the spot.

“That is the FOURTH time this week! That’s it.” They pulled out a crushable ice pack from their desk drawer and handed it to Remy. “You, on the bed while I call your parents. We have GOT to get a script from your Doctor for this obvious narcolepsy problem of yours. Patton, get to class. Go on, shoo!”

Not wanting to endure the tiny wrath of Talyn in full nurse mode, Patton left. Not before getting a wink from Remy that did little to lift his spirits. He speed walked to his last class of the day, but home economics was the last thing on his mind. He could still feel the kiss from before like a memory on his skin.

I hope he’ll be okay.

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Kirishima X Reader X Midoriya (DEATHNOTE AU)

Yandere!Izuku X Shy!F!Reader X Yandere!Kirishima (How tf do you spell his name? Eijiro or Eijirou… Wiki says Eijiro but like tons of other things says Eijirou. Help mehhh I'm just going to go with Wiki....)

Quirkless AU, Deathnote AU

Requested by BooksForLifeBowTies

You watched the television eating your favorite snack (f/s). "Blah blah blah, just tell me the dude's name already." Tapping you finger on your death note impatiently. "Dewa Fujio how should you die...you seem kind of old, but they're catching onto my heart attacks...not that they could catch me." You scrawl down his name.

'Dewa Fujio. Trips and cracks his head open.'

"Sweet and simple!" You smile and put your deathnote in your desk under the false bottom of your drawer. "I should probably sleep....or I could grind on some videos games!" You get on your computer and log into your account.

[Welcome to Hero Academy! Please login!

User: (Gamer/name)

Pass: ***************]

[Welcome (G/n)!

Press Tab for stats, I for inventory, and P for teleportation]

You notice that your friends Izuku, Katsuki, Ochaco, and Eijiro were on. You teleport to them and they invite you to their party.

"Hey guys!" You speak into your mic.

"(Y/n)! I thought you had to study?" Izuku greets. "N-not that I don't want you here! I-I wan-"

Katsuki cut him off. "What Deku is asking is if you finished your studying."

You laughed. "Yup! Got my hour of studying in and took a quick nap! Now it's time to GRINDDDDD!"

Eijiro chuckled. "I never understand how you are such a high level with your busy schedule."

"Study, sleep, eat, and video games!!" You openened your stats.

[Lvl. 325

Health: 5200/4500 (+700 equipment boost)

Stamina: 3500/3000 (+500 equipment boost)

Strength: 7900 (+900 weapon boost)

Quirk1: Sniper Healing Quirk2: Death Wings]

You groaned. "I just want to be level 500!!! Is that so much to ask!!!"

You heard collective laughs and grumbles.

"Oh shut up, nerd!" Katsuki grumbled out at you. "Quit complaining, we're all at level 150 so stop your whining."

"How did you level up so quickly? Didn't you start a while after us...." Izuku wondered.

"Simple!" You exclaimed happily. "First a leveled up group adopted me at the beginning and helped me grind out to level 45! Then once I could solo the villains, I calculated-"

"I'm muting you..." Katsuki growled out.

"You're just salty!" Kirishima laughed ta his friend. "But (Y/n)! Teach me your ways!!"

"Me too!" Izuku chimed in.

"I'm going to go guys! You have fun!" Ochaco left the game.

You continued explaining your grinding techniques and Katuski got tired of it and left as well.

"So basically, it's all about timing. Once you have the timing and maxed out your stats at your level you're pretty much unstoppable! You can even take on people with a higher level if you got the strategy down!"

"You're so amazing, (y/n)!" Izuku gushed over the chat. Eijiro joined in on the compliments.

You blushed, not that they could see. "I'm just average, guys. S-stop with the flattery, I'm blushing!"

After a while of you carrying your trip through dungeons, Izuku brought up an interesting subject.

"But isn't Kira kind of a hero? I mean she-they are getting rid of the trash in the world. I wish I had the courage to do that!" Izuku praised the serial killer that was recently on the news.

You froze up at the mention of your recent activities. You noticed Izuku always brought Kira up whenever you were together. "O-Oh well I mean they aren't wrong for getting rid of the criminals, but is it really for them to decided?" You countered. 'Yes it is definitely for me to decide, who else would do it, they might be back on the streets days later.'

Kirishima butted in. "I feel like you don't like Kira that much (Y/n). You never seem to approve of them."

"Well, you guys always bring Kira up and killing is just wrong in general. And how do we know they aren't going to start killing whoever. Your name could be on tv and Kira could just decide they need some entertainment."

"But you wouldn't kill us right? If you were Kira and got tired of us, you wouldn't kill us right?" Izuku presssured.

You chuckled nervously, "IF I was Kira and I got tired of you guys, I would kill you off. If I were to think in a Kira mindset, I'd want you to stop snooping around and bringing Kira up. Unless, of course, you made yourself useful. I mean, Kira doesn't know everything. It takes time." While you tried to make it sound hypothetical, your threat was clear. You didn't want to talk about Kira anymore.

Izuku laughed nervously while punching some demon away from your character. "S-so do you want to come with Eijiro and me to karaoke after school tomorrow?"

You sighed, you were different in real life, they knew that. You hated being put on spot and stuttered when the attention was on you. You were shy but not as shy as Izuku, that didn't mean you were a pushover.

Tons of things were going down tomorrow. The FBI was looking more into the cases and you knew it was a matter of time before the famed detective, known as L, would takeover the Kira cases. You would have your work cut out for you and no time to play after the fact. Your lovely companion, Ryuk, had told you of the Shinigami eyes you could obtain. The price? Half your life. No thank you. You wanted to live a long successful life.

"I would love too, but I have even more studying as the exams come up." You politely declined. "I-I also won't be online as much, just to let you all know. I'm a little worried about the exams so I'll be taking some online courses."

Kirishima blew a raspberry into his mic. "C'mon, (Y/n)! You are literally top three in smarts in the whole school! You don't need to study THAT much! Just tomorrow! Please! It's not manly to not hang out with your friends!" The spiky redhead huffed.

You rolled your eyes, typing '-_-' into the chat. "Kiri, I'm not trying to be manly, I'm trying to pass school. And on the topic of school, you aren't doing so hot are you?"

Over the mic you could hear him accidently knocking some things over. "N-no! I'm doing-"

Izuku cut in. "Eijiro, you are failing history. And math. And the remedial classes they put you in."

You giggled. "Nice try, Kiri. You can't keep this from me. Here's a compromise, how about you come over to my house and we can study instead of going out to karaoke. That way we can hang out and get some work done."

"Sounds good!"

Izuku sputtered out, "H-Hey! What about me?"

"Uh," You thought about it for a second. Both boys coming to your house, alone with each other. You blushed furiously. "Y-you can come if you want! I-I didn't mean to leave you out like that! I just know that you are so smart already and you don't really need help. But I'm not that great of a tutor so you can help me help Kiri! You can totally come to my house too! A-And why not make it a sleepover! T-This Friday let's meet up and we can sleep over the weekend! My parents are on another business trip so we'd have it all to ourselves! N-Not that it was my intention or anything!" You rambled on in embarrassment and guilt.

Both boys perked up to the sleepover part and almost died of redness. "That sounds amazing, (Y/n)!" They both replied to you.

You let out a long breath of tiredness. Damn your shyness and kindness. Not that you didn't love the two boys, but you might have to put your vigilante duties on hold next weekend. Those boys were already curious enough about Kira, aka you, not that they knew.

"I-I'm going to go to sleep now...see you tomorrow! Night!" You quickly logged out and shut down your computer.

They both let out lovesick sighs and shut down their own computers, each saying good night to you in their own special way.

Izuku opened his closet and pressed a code into the back wall. The wall opened up to a shrine of things you've touched, pictures of you as well as any notes or gifts you have given him. He glazed over the items and bowed on both knees. "Night, love! I'll figure out a way to be helpful to you! Just you wait!"

Kirishima opened a folder full of intimate pictures of you, changing, bathing, sweating and many other activities. "Good night, my princess. If you even found about this you would never think of me manly again. I'll have to steal you away and prove my manliness to you. That actually doesn't sound so bad...I'll prove how much a man I can be to you!"

You checked the news on your phone one last time before turning it off and heading to bed. Your head was full of worries and strategies on the new obstacles you brought upon yourself.

The week went by a blur. You saw your friends occasionally, mostly at lunch and some at your free period, but that was the most social interaction you had with them for the week. You would give a shy smile and wave before going straight home after school to do extra and thorough research. You doubled up on the criminal research since your weekend would be occupied.

Watching the news in anticipation, you saw that a rapist had escaped and was on the run. "Useless police." You murmured as you brought out your prized deathnote. "Ryuk, would you do me a favor and just tell me the name of that man." You pointed your pen at the picture on screen. The name unreleased due to "privacy", but everyone knew the real reason.

"You know what to do, mortal. Just half your life and you won't need me to do anything for you."

"B-But....fine. I guess I have to do everything myself." You scoffed. "You are as useless as those cops."

The Shinigami ate his apple in silence as he shrugged with no care as you set yourself down at the computer.

You cracked your knuckles and stretched. "Alright! Stalker mode on!" You did an image search and found him in a social media post, however the account was not his and he wasn't tagged. "Well I guess I'll pay this person a small visit. Simple. Just go and ask the woman the guys name." You found the woman's address and dressed in warm clothes. You paced the sidewalk, you just had to turn the corner and ask the woman. "J-Just go up and ask. S-Simple. (Y/n)! Pull yourself together!" You turned the corner before abruptly turning around and heading home. "Dammit. Stop your snickering you Laughing Jack rip off."

He stopped snickering and snarled. "Just because we're both larger then your puny self does not make us the same."

"Wow, something actually bothers the death god. Shocker." You threw an apple his way, sighing in defeat. "I can literally figure out anything on the internet but when it comes to real life I can't do anything! I-It's not my fault people are hard to talk to!" You threw yourself on your bed and fell asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow.

The next day came as fast as you went to sleep it was one of those nights where you blinked and it was morning.

Running on caffeine and a blink of sleep, you got through your school day. The end of the day came quickly and you found Izuku and Kirishima waiting for you at the front gate already packed and conversing in hushed whispers.

You called to them and both of them immediately stopped talking but smiled and walked over to you. Even though you were slightly curious as to what's got them huddles together with not-so innocent smiles on their faces, you were never one to push or pry.

When you reached your house you gave them a basic house tour and brought them to your room. You had already set the futons out in your room and let them bicker over who got which one. Your room was spacious enough to put a barrier between the beds and give you privacy. You told them to get comfortable and you were going to take a shower first, since you interrupted their conversation earlier, you hoped they resumed it here.

When you didn't hear anything of interest, you hopped into the shower, humming a sweet tune. What you didn't expect, was for them to be so snoopy.

You exited the bathroom wearing a comfy silky robe and caught the two with your death note in their hands and Ryuk conversing with two other shinagamis.

You let out a shocked squeal and retreated to the bathroom. Your thoughts were haywire. What were they doing looking for your death note? Why were there two other shinagamis out there and why should you not barge out, grab your note, and kill them? You calmed yourself down and thought about everything rationally.

You took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out. All eyes were one you. You snatched your death note from the two boys, who looked liked kicked puppies, and sat down in a sofa chair.

Your body shook a little due to the fact you had to confront them about the recent events.

"So..explain." You opened your death note and tapped the pen in your hand as a warning.

They both immediately fell to your feet and uttered ashamed apologies.

"I didn't ask for an apology, I asked for you to explain."

Izuku started. "Remember how you said IF you were Kira you would kill us if we weren't useful? We love you so much and would happily die for you, but we want to be as useful as we can to you!"

Kirishima finally looked up and added onto what Izuku had said. "And then we both were granted death notes! And we remembered that you can't do everything and we certainly didn't want your life taken, so we both traded for Shinigami eyes!! Now we can help you!"

You bit your lip nervously. "This is certainly a surprise. I had no idea you l-loved me! The thought just sounds crazy. Moving on...how did you know I was Kira. I was sure I was careful."

That's when Izuku made his move. He latched onto your crossed legs and rubbed his cheeks on your bare skin. "Oh my love! You were very careful! You are so smart and wonderful and a great actor, but we've studied you! We notice things no one else would about you! My darling, we would know if you were keeping things from us! That's why we got rid of all your obstacles! Well as many as we could."

You shuddered at the weird behavior both men were exhibiting. This was nothing like what you thought they were like. "Wait! How long have you known? And how long have you had your death notes?"

Kirishima eyed Izuku with jealousy as the broccoli haired man stroked your legs lovingly. "We've know for a little over three weeks, about the same time we were granted our death notes."

Your eyes buldged. You were that obvious to them?! You turned and glared at Ryuk. "Tell me you didn't let it slip to your buddies."

He shrugged. "My 'buddies' already knew. They saw and they made their decision on what to do with that information."

A hand on your chin moved your gaze to red pointed eyes. "Don't look at those monsters, princess. They're too hideous for your precious eyes."

You shook both boys off. "Y-You want to help me?" You asked uncertain.

"Yes, darling."

"It is my wish to stay by your side, princess."

"Oh, well I can't deny the usefulness you both can be with those eyes. I suppose I'll allow it."

Eijiro and Izuku managed to wrap themselves around you and nudged you towards your bed. You all fell onto it and was squished between the two.

"Now that we've gotten the business part over with. What do you say about our manly confession? Only a true man would kill for the one he loves."

You looked at him dreamily. "If you killed someone for me, I'd marry you."

They both looked at each other and then at you. "We already did."

This got your attention. "Y-You have? For little ol' me? I-I who?"

You felt both their arms wrap around you as they told you of their killings. As weird as the situation was, you fell asleep to the whispers of their stories.

"You promised yourself to us, darling. We expect all your affection!"

"Don't be shy with us, we were made to please you."

"Never look at another male with those beautiful eyes."

"We're your kings and you are our princess. We'll have to lock you away in a tower if you don't love us."

A/N

I know this isn't exactly what you wanted, but I tried ;-; hopefully it's alright. It went a interesting direction buut it's finished! I had a lot of fun writing it even though I stretched the prompt a bit. Sorry for any mistakes!

-Izzy

#bnha #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha kirishima #x reader #reader insert #reader #student reader #op reader #supposed to be shy reader but idk how to write apparently #mha izuku #villain izuku #yandere midoriya #midoriya izuku #yander kirishima #yandere eijiro #yandere

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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967

Last time you were attacked by an animal? Like 10 years ago when I was at a zoo and this big angry bird came charging at me even though I was in a large group.

Are you paranoid all the time or just during the night? I’m always paranoid. I don’t think it’s magnified during the night; I just always am. The most paranoid-y thing I do is take double, triple, quadruple, quintuple takes on things, like checking if the front door is locked or, if I’m outside, making sure the bag I brought is in the car with me.

Have you ever dated someone without knowing their name? No. That’s so weird. I can kiiiinda forgive forgetting names on the first date, but not knowing the name entirely? How is that dating the person? Haha.

Has a stranger ever asked for your phone/cell number? Technically. I’ve had strangers hand me surveys before and those usually ask for my contact details. I usually give away my email, but whether I give out my phone number is a hit or miss.

Would you help a friend bury a dead body? If they murdered the person out of self defense/fear for their own life, absolutely. < That’s a good one that I’d have to agree with. If they were hiding the bodies of like, their parents or a child or anyone else who was completely innocent, I’d probably have to turn them in.

Do you have bad posture? Yes. I have scoliosis as well, so that has even worsened the posture.

Have you ever spelled the word ‘grammar’ wrong? I doubt it. I’ve always been aware of the spelling, I think.

If someone cusses/swears a lot, do you assume they have bad grammar? No. For the most part, I feel like that has little to do with their grammar. Patrice used to swear in every sentence when I still had to work with her but she’s also one of the smartest people I know, so the correlation just isn’t there for me.

Is there someone you are avoiding? I wouldn’t say I’m avoiding them. I’ve just decided to stop reaching out because doing so has been a waste of my time.

Is there someone that is avoiding you? I don’t think so.

Would you only date people that have the same skin tone as you? ??? No?

Are your parents/guardians picky about who you date? I don’t think my dad is but my mom definitely has her expectations. I’m sure she wants her kids’ significant others to be Catholic and to have a good relationship with God lol eugh. She’s not getting that from me, at least.

If you go to an all-you-can-eat buffet, how much do you really eat? 2-4 plates, and I usually eat in a specific order – Indian and Chinese, then Japanese (mostly sushi and sashimi), then cheeses, then desserts. But how much I eat also depends on if I rush my stomach, hence the range of 2-4. I can definitely eat more if I pace myself, but if I inhale my food from the very first plate I’m bound to feel full much faster.

If you need to ask a question in class do you raise your hand? I usually never had any questions while I was still in class, so I never felt the need to raise my hand. My classmates always ended up coming up with good questions, anyway.

How about speak out loud? I never grew out of my shyness in a classroom setting. Even if I knew the answer, I almost never raised my hand to recite and would only do so if I was directly called.

How many times have you been engaged (if any at all)? Never.

What do you think of the United States? Don’t get me started. Not saying mine isn’t any better because it sure isn’t, but watching US issues unfold from outside makes me glad I don’t live there. From white people not wearing masks at grocery stores, to seeing videos at least once a month of Asians being yelled at in a bus or subway also by white people, to hearing about innocent Black people killed by the police, and that annoying ass girl with the curly hair taking her guns with her in school, and all the fake news and of course, their president... it just looks so chaotic in there. And then of course there’s the imperialism and colonialism that continues to affect my country to this day that I’ll always be resentful over, so yeah I pretty much have not-very-nice feelings towards the country.

Is the United States really the best country in the world? It never was. I don’t know if there is one. Canada maybe? Switzerland? Definitely not the US.

Do you know where your femur is? Thigh sure do. HAHAHAHA sorry

Do you believe everything you read? No. Especially not today, and especially if I read it on the internet.

Do you have to see something to really believe it? Yes, but it also has to come with facts or credibility. If I see a random flashing circle in the sky I wouldn’t automatically assume it’s a UFO, but if some institution like NASA confirmed that it was one, it would make me believe a lot faster.

Have you ever gotten so dehydrated that you passed out? Dehydrated and hungry, yes. Happened lots of times to me when I was younger. I was a very faint-y kid lol

If your friend was being cheated on, would you tell them? In a heartbeat. It’d be a gentle warning though, like, “Hey, I think I saw your bf/gf with this other person...” and I wanna make sure it just comes off as a friendly heads-up from a friend who’s simply looking out for them. I don’t want to stress them out by blowing things out of proportion and automatically assuming that their SO is cheating.

Do you always assume the worst? Yeah always. It makes the actual results not as disappointing.

Are you allowed to go off school campus to eat lunch? In college, yes. That’s why we have a mall literally named after our school right outside the campus. We were forbidden to leave the school grounds in grade school and high school; I don’t think any private school here allows for that.

Have you ever been called something and you didn’t know what it meant? I don’t think so. People don’t usually call me names, and the worst one I’ve been called is simply ‘bitch,’ back in Grade 7.

Do you believe everyone is gifted with something? Yeah I like being optimistic in that sense. Whether it’s an external talent or a soft skill, everyone I’ve come across has always had something to offer.

Are you sick and tired of life? Fucking yes.

Are you loving life? Not at the moment. I’m tired and I feel like everything’s at a standstill at this point in my life.

Are your eyes sensitive to sunlight? Not so much, unless I spent the entire day in a dark room. Otherwise I’m used to the sun; we have it all year long here.

Have you ever been busted for under age drinking? Well I never did that, so no. I waited until I turned 18.

Would you ever change your whole appearance? I’d revamp my hair and can start working out, but that’s all I’m changing.

Do you easily give into peer pressure? Not always. Most of the things I’ve gotten into have been decisions made on my own, like smoking or joining an org.

Do you have a picture of you and your lover kissing? We had a few, yeah.

Would you become a mathematician if you could? It personally doesn’t sound interesting to me.

Have you ever escaped death? Yes.

Have you witnessed a fight at school? I know frat fights happen all the time in my university, but thank fuck I never had to witness one. They’re such losers.

#survey #surveys

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sasuhinasno1fan · 4 years

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Dates can be an escape to freedom- Lukadrien June Day 6

I’ve been rewatching a lot of Degrassi and I’ve always really like Eclaire. This is also a cannon divergant, mama Agreste is alive and well, maybe a bit sick from the Peacock Miraculous and Gabriel is still HawkMoth. Marinette and Adrien are still Ladybug and Chat Noir but they know each other identies and have gotten over their former crushes for each other. @lukadrien-june Freedom

Adrien glanced over to his mother, who stood staring at the street next to Gorilla almost snarling at anyone he thought was a problem. To anyone looking, they would see his mother just staring calmly at the street as more cars pulled up to drop families off for the Mineur César Awards, awards given out across schools for best films produced by students. But even from where he stood he could see the pursed lips, narrowed his, deep breathing to keep from blowing up. His parents had been fighting and all the extra hours at the fashion house and not with his family, even after making his only son model for it on top of his heavy schedule, was getting to his mother The house they lived in was huge but it still couldn’t stop him from listening to them argue over how mother felt like they didn’t matter to his father when it came to fashion.

When Adrien found out Nino’s film, which he’d acted in, was up for nomination, he told his parents, hoping the night as a family would cool any tensions and maybe make them talk. But of course, his father was late, his mother was mad and all he wanted was for the night to end so he could go on his date.

Yeah, date.

During filming, Juleka, their makeup artist and classmate, wanted to try different looks on him to match the costume Marinette made, so she invited him to her house. Well, boat house to be more accurate, but still. While there he met Luka, Juleka’s older brother. He’d gotten lost when coming back from the bathroom and walked in to find this older blue haired musician strumming on his guitar. He smiled at Adrien, as in his embarrassment, rambled on how he was looking for Juleka’s room.

“Juls’ room is next door. Look for the rainbow sticker Rose put on the door one day. You know, Juls’ said you were much nicer than she imagined a model to be, but she never said how cute you are when you ramble.”

As a model, Adrien had been complimented a lot, he was immune to it. But hearing it from Luka, he felt his face get hot. He felt oversensitive to the idea that Luka was close by and he collapsed to his friends, begging for help.

Alya was smiling like a fox when Adrien was done. “Someone’s got a crush.” she sing songed.

“No I don’t. I just met the guy.”

“Adrien, remember when I had the biggest crush on you?” Marinette asked.

“Um, kinda?” he had been oblivious to it until Marinette confessed.

“How you just talked about him, I’d talk about you.” Alya nodded in agreement. “Look, if you do like him, than maybe it’ll help you figure out if you’re bi or not, like you’ve been questioning. Just, unlike how I did it, maybe get to know him a bit better instead of just going for mostly looks?”

So he did. He’d join him when the filming group would take a break and jam out – which later formed the band Kitty Section for which he did keys – , talk when they had the chance, he even helped tutor Luka in physics. During that time, he got to know Luka better. He loved music, especially Jagged Stone’s, he was a pretty amazing ice skater, he could play the emotions he heard in people’s hearts. The first time he’d done that to Adrien, he’d dealt the the backlash of his parent’s arguing when his mother harshly snapped at him on her way to work. Adrien was expecting a pat on the back and told to suck it up, but Luka sat and listened as Adrien ranted and when it was over and he was near tears, Luka opened his arms for a hug. Luka gave great hugs.

“Have you ever considered talking to your parents about what you've been going through because of their arguing? I know they wouldn’t like seeing you like this.”

“I’ve tried but they keep saying everything is ok.”

“Well music is what I usually use in place of words and you said your parents taught you the piano right? Maybe you could write a song and play it for them, if you can’t talk.”

it had been good advice. Getting them both when free had been hard but Nathalie was a huge help. It had worked for a while, his parents talking, but then it down spiraled again. He didn’t even think about it then, he just went to the boat house and sat in Luka’s room.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you.”

“You’re not. If the boat house is your escape to freedom, then door is always open.” Luka put his hand on Adrien’s. “I’m here if you need it.”

When filming was over and turned in, they had a cast party at the park near Marinette’s family patisserie and he talked to Luka about how much he appreciated being there for him.

“I don’t know how to thank you.” Adrien had said.

The usually calm looking Luka looked shy as he said the next words. “How about a date?” his shyness was overtaken by nervousness when Adrien hadn’t responded. “Unless I read the signs wrong?”

“No! No, you didn’t. I would love to go. Um, I know you’re going on that trip to London though, with your school and I have, practically everything else. When you get back?”

“Sure.”

His usually after-school activities took quite a lot of his time, but the two were able to survive with calls and texts and messages through Juleka. When Luka scored tickets to a private premier to Jagged Stone’s new album, that was going to be there date, after the awards. But his mom shut that down real quick, saying she and her father had something they needed to tell him. He didn’t want to guess, mostly cause he didn’t want it to be true. All he wanted was to escape into freedom with Luka before everything he knew went crashing down around him.

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“And I like to thank my parents for instilling a love of theatre in me at such a young age, thank you.” Adrien drown, the model persona he’d usually throw on in front of a large crowd of mostly strangers absent.

His father was late, just arriving as the awards began. But with him he had a huge bouquet of flowers for Adrien as a congratulations, even though he hadn’t won anything yet.

“An Agreste never fails at what he does.” his father said.

“Except show up on time.” his mother snapped back.

The two were arguing around him until he snapped himself and told them to stop. When his category was called, Best Male Lead, he was filled with nerves, so when they called his name, he was elated. He heard his friends cheering for him but when he realised his parents were too busy being mad at each other to even clap for him. He might of stomped up the stairs like a child but he felt like it was allowed.

With his award in hand, he went backstage, needing a moment before he went back out to deal with his parents when he heard someone clapping for him.

“Luka.”

“Quite the speech, if not a bit monotone. I can hear your heart, sad and angry. Even tonight?” he asked, referring to Adrien’s parents.

“Even tonight.”

“Well at least we have our date to distract you. oh.” he said, seeing the look on Adrien’s face. “they said no?”

Adrien was going to say yes, but then he realised something. With the way his parents were acting, he felt like he couldn’t breath and he knew what was coming. Just for a little while, he needed to be free.

“Why should they get to ruin my night? Will it be ok if I use our date to escape?”

“I offer you the freedom you deserve, even if for only a night.” Luka said, outstretching his hand, which Adrien took.

The blonde model pulled him across the stage, darting behind the announcer and no doubt exposing them to his parents, but he could care less. When he was around Luka, he felt like anything was possible, like he could breath. Like he was free.

They arrived at the secret party in the more party area of Paris but inside because of the small crowd, things were going well. Penny greeted him, whispering that she wouldn’t say anything to his dad and steering them away from the alcohol.

“I hate really hard stuff anyway. Most I do is wine and that’s at high function evens. With my parent’s permission.” Adrien said as he stood next to Luka as they ordered sodas at the bar.

“Lightweight, inharited from my mom. Drinks plus rocking boat doesn’t make for a good time.” Luka joked.

“Thanks again for bringing me here. I’m having a good time.”

“And our night is barely starting. Who knows what waits for us?”

the rest of the night was the best. They danced to the heavy rock music and he saw Luka fanboy a little when Jagged Stone came over and talked to them. Adrien’s parents tried calling him and the only reason the French version of the SWAT team didn’t come descending to find him was because Adrien put on the counter app Max made to block his location.

After the party, Luka took him to his favourite all night cafe.

“Did they hurt?” Adrien had been asking about Luka’s piercings, staring at them as he pushed Luka’s hair away from his ear.

“A bit. I want to get an auricle piercing next. It’s kinda halfway down your ear shell. Luka traced as Adrien moved his hand but moved just a but closer to him.

“Maybe I’ll get a matching one.”

“Badge of teenage rebellion?”

“More like badge of freedom. I have a feeling my parent’s might lock me away when I get home. This was completely worth it though.”

“Maybe I’ll have to find a way to sneak into your room.”

Adrien let out a laugh, fingers playing with the ring on his finger. “I think I’d actually have better success than you on that front.”

Luka took Adrien’s hands into his. “Think I can convince you to breath free air a bit longer? If not, I’ll walk you home myself. Unless the fighting would be worse.”

“Well at least they’d both be mad at me when it comes to that, but I think I can, in exchange for something. Juleka says that PDA is banned in your school? Something about a really horrible principal and an untimed hit from an Akuma?”

Luka looked interested in what Adrien was saying. “Your heart is singing a mischievous song. What are you planning?”

“I stay out a bit longer in exchange for some contraband kissing?” Adrien had never kissed anyone, well not really, but he wanted to kiss Luka, bad.

“I’m astonished at you. I never break the rules. Then again, where’s the fun in that though?”

Adrien couldn’t help the smile that came to his face when Luka kissed him. He might have to kiss his freedom goodbye when he got back home but for a moment like this, it was totally worth it.

#lukadrien june 2020 #canon divergent #mama agreste is still alive

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The Bowers Gang: Ship #12 - Patrick Hockstetter

Request: Heyy hows your day been I hope it’s been great🖤Can I ask for a ship? Im 5”6 I’m shy around new people i like reading I like chilling and just watching movies Like horror movies I’m a nice person I have social anxiety so it’s harder for me to interact with people at social events. I’m pretty quite unless I really know the person if it was my bestfriend I wouldn’t shut up I like wearing chains,rings bracelets and black shirts and just some jeans. Thank you so much your the sweetest💕

We all know why Patrick came for you

Legit smelled your social anxiety from a mile away (all 5,280 feet of it), and followed the scent like a bloodhound from day one

Day one being your literal first day in 4th-period English together

Watched you stutter and sweat your way through some introductory name-games, and that was it

Hockstetter was locked and loaded

Wasn’t seated next to you the first day, but somehow sat next to you every day after that from then on

Where’s the kid who sat next to you originally?

No one knows

Primarily just stared at the side of your face and grinned like a mental patient for the first few days of knowing you (’cause he knew you could feel those piercing green eyes), but eventually started making off-handed comments about the class material to make you laugh

Which was totally just a ploy to get you comfortable (and you straight-up fell for it), but still

It worked like a charm, and Hockstetter went from being your freaky friend in the classroom to your high-key demented boyfriend in everyday life

Takes you to every horror movie that hits the Derry main-street theater - no question

Never pays for it (because Hockstetter), but can usually find a way to sneak you guys in the back during previews

... Even if it means creating a distraction to get you both in

Which he has done (once set fire to one of the wooden benches outside the theater just so you could see “Cujo”) and will continue to do as often as he sees fit

...The bench thing honestly wasn’t even necessary though

Just insisted it was the only way to see the movie (which it absolutely was not)

The legit master of convincing people you belong there even though he knows good and well you stole your seats from paying customers (”I’m tellin’ ya’ guy, ticket or no ticket, these are my fuckin’ seats... but my lap’s always open if you’re really that heated about it.” *Cringe-inducing Hockstetter smirk*)

Cash isn’t necessary when you have Hockstetter-brand persuasion on your side; enjoy the free flick

Always insists on coming to your house afterwards so he can “protect you” (”Oh, come on princess, at least let me walk you home - I’m thinkin’ of your best interests, here.” *Equally as cringe-inducing Hockstetter smirk)

We all know what that’s about; have fun being “defended”

In general, loves fucking you

Loves it

Gets insanely kinked-up over your shyness alone, and dominates you in every way possible; both pain and pleasure-wise

Especially loves making you look up at him with your big, nervous eyes mid-fuck, and hearing you call him Daddy in your little uncertain voice (or sir, or master, etc... the list is extensive)

Ex-tensive

... But often brings your private kink into the real world, and expects you to call him names like that all day long in public - especially in front of the guys

Purely because he knows it’s nearly impossible for your soft-spoken mouth to say it in front of them, and he likes to see your internal struggle until it comes out (*Starts to hand you something, then stops* ”What do we say, princess?” *Lust-filled Hockstetter grin*)

“... Thank you...”

*Holds object just outside your reach; lust-filled Hockstetter grin continues*

“...Daddy.”

Always leaves the guys visibly uncomfortable (both when he’s trying to make you say it, and when you finally do), but instant Hockstetter hard-on has begun because “good girl”

Either leaves you to fend for yourself at house parties, or calls all the attention over to you at once. No middle ground

Literally tipped over an entire keg of beer once and yelled, “Nice move there, baby doll” before sauntering off and leaving you to deal with the many (undeserved) teen-aged death-stares

... But Belch and Victor walked over to help you clean it up (not all heroes wear capes), so people cut the shit pretty fast when they noticed your Bowers Gang association

The embarrassment doesn’t stop there, though

Oh, no

Tries to get you to do “risque” things around the guys often, because 1.) he knows they all low-key want you, and 2.) he lives to see you tremble

Once dared you to do a strip-tease in front of all the guys while you were playing truth or dare

... And you kind of had to, because The Bowers Gang does not fuck around with that game

They way they play, if you don’t do a dare, the person that dared you gets to pick a punishment for you

... Which meant Patrick would be picking your punishment

So you stripped down in the most fearful, disjointed way possible and just went somewhere else in your head the whole time

The guys were both attracted to you, and sorry for you

Honestly left them all feeling kind of pissy with Hockstetter because it shook you up so intensely - even Henry wasn’t having his shit for the rest of the night

But straight-up led to the best sex of your life (because obedience deserves a reward) so yay (?)

Victor is hands-down your best friend in the group

Talk to each other often about the books you read, and tend to spend a lot of time together when Patrick isn’t hogging you (partly because you have history and lunch together at school)

Prepare yourself - cutest side-note ever coming up

Sometimes expresses genuine concern for you when it comes to your relationship with Patrick

Has just seen you put into a lot of uncomfortable situations at Hockstetter’s hands, and wants you to know you can count on him if you ever want out of that arrangement

”If you ever feel like you need help one day,” *Dead-serious Victor gaze* “I’m just saying, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to tell me.”

“Just saying - the asshole doesn’t scare me.” *Icy stare into the distance*

Mostly just because you’re his friend, and he really likes you a lot - has always thought you deserved better

*Cutest side-note ever ended*

Things aren’t all torment between you and Patrick, though

Definitely became more well-suited to one another as you started to open up within the relationship, and basically became the two most potent shit-talkers in Derry High School

Literally always muttering something to one another that sends you both into uncontrollable laughter, and everyone around you kind of hates you for it

...That’s just because they know you’re probably laughing at them, though

Hey - if they didn’t want to be laughed at, they shouldn’t have dressed the way they did, am I right?

Patrick jacked one of your rings the first time he ever came over to your house (it’s the one he wears on his pinkie)

Joked about how it was a promise ring, with a twist

“It means you promise to let me bury myself in that pussy, princess.” *Totally unjustified lip-lick*

... Yeah. Your relationship is... something

Fuck it though - have a great time with your dysfunction

#henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #victor criss #The Bowers Gang #the bowers gang headcanons #it

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