#GET OUT OF MY FUCKING FLAT ITS NOT EVEN 10AM

[hella1975]

“hello, it’s maintenance” NOOOOO

#GET OUT OF MY FUCKING FLAT ITS NOT EVEN 10AM #‘two flats have been randomly selected and it’s yours and-‘ FR?? IN THE WHOLE FUCKING BUILDING??? DIE THERES LIKE A HUNDRED FLATS HERE #I need to start trading them for something #yes u can come into my flat unprompted at early hours of the morning #but in exchange u need to tell me the exact shade of paint used on the walls so I don’t get fined for the marks I’ve left fucking EVERYWHERE #that’s fair imo. cough up #god I had awful cramps last night like almost as bad as what I used to get with my period #but i also feel like I hallucinated it like I was half asleep so who even knows #I woke up sweating bc my electric blanket was on full blast which I remember doing to help the cramps so ig it was real? #but also why tf was I having periodesque cramps to begin with #we’re past that girl someone tell my uterus she’s doing too much #hella goes to uni

[rotshop]

How would the main madcom 3 [hank, sanford, deimos] + tricky react to finding out their s/o [gender neutral] secretly had a comfort plushie?

hiiiiii shorter than my usual stuff bc i didn't have too many thoughts on this !!! srry abt that ,, :( also might not be great bc i did this in one quick sitting and is mainly just 2 try and warm up to this again . lol

y'all excited for tricky plushy arrival soon

tw ; canon typical violence / death talk

Tricky

-HONESTLY???????? the normalest about it. unsurprised if he had picked up a few himself. they might not be comfort items persay but they're definitely some funny little guys he's got scattered around whatever makeshift shitshow of a 'house' he's got. (he kicks and swings his legs and talks to them about how one of his diy slaughter time contestants got brutally murdered that day)

-HE DIGS IT THOUGH !!! the first time he noticed he probably just flat out asked you about it. just kinda. "WHAT'S THAT ?" very suddenly no prompting. we love a unsubtlety queen. if they have any sort of elaborate reason you care abt em a whole lot then he's happy to hear if you wanna share !! might not have too much to say but he'll definitely listen. despite how loud he can be i think he's a fan of just hanging out and listening to you at times. he can't do it SUPER often just by virture of the near endless energy this guy's got but . there's definitely a few nights where he'll just lean against you while you go on abt something. he's pretty quiet and his shaking seems to dull for a time. it serves as a nice rest before you two do some crazy shit again.

-sleeps with said plushie in between the two of you or keeps a hand on it if you sleep with ur back to his chest. it's cute until he's partly laying on top of you and snoring. <3333 rip best friend. does it partly just for comfort (keeps you + something important to you close) and to keep it safer (he knows it's important to you and lord fucking forbid anything happens to it because he WILL tear someone to shreds about it. he sleeps pretty heavy until something's moving, then he's up faster then you can say 'it's 10am can i please go grab water.')

-if you were embarassed abt it at all he's just kind of . jaw drop . "CLOWN WOULD NEVER JUDGE !!! :(" type deal . like . have you seen this guy. are you really going to worry about cringe culture when you've got this undead clown zombie of a meow meow. are you really going to worry about someone making fun of you when your partner is slamming a stop-sign through someone's head as a fun little prank. if yes then he's going to be as cringe fail as possible in front of you. it's bad. /j

Hank

-ok controversial take but hear meout. HEAR ME OUT !!!!!! he's probably got something similar going on. it might not be with something as normal / obvious as a plush but . there are a few knives and jackets of his he barely even likes some people LOOKING at. he might not totally get the appeal / idea at first but once you explain that it's just something that brings you comfort and makes you feel better they just kinda 'oh ok.'

-NOT MUCH TO SAY ... they're pretty neutral about it. just like 'yeah me, my s/o and their plush,' there's really nothing big going on there. it's just something they associate with you and if it makes you happy then why should they care ???

-of course though they do care if someone else is giving you shit about it. then they very much so care. they actually care quite a lot. i don't think i need to elaborate much here i think this point somewhat says itself i think you know damn well what actions Hank J. Wimbleton would take if someone was going to give their s/o shit about something that makes them happy. it's safe to say you don't get to much of this- whether because people are smart enough to keep their mouths shut or because they don't live long enough for you to hear about it is really a toss up.

-they're honestly just happy you trust them enough to reveal a pretty vulnerable sort of secret to them, in a sense.

Deimos

-thinks its a LITTLE funny but less in a 'lol why do you have a plush /derogatory' kind of way and more in a 'hey check out my kick-ass cool s/o and their kick-ass cool plush' way . like . similarly to hank, he's just really happy you feel comfortable enough to hold onto em around him. he likes seeing all the different sides and parts of you a whole lot, and f one of those parts just so happens to be an attachment to a plush then ohhh good heavens he will swoon just as much as he does for every other bit of you.

-gets so used to it that he gets kinda confused whenever you don't have em. movie nights just aren't the same without the plush babe c'mooooonnnnn :( .... jokingly refers to the plush like a kid at some points to get a little laugh out of you every now and then. like tricky in that he'll usually sleep with it between the two of you, for similar reasons and also just becase uhhh it comfy . <3 it gives him a good excuse to stay huddled close to you which is especially nice because A) nevada is pretty cold at night and B) He Likes You.

-will get into an argument / fist fight if someone gives you shit for it most assuredly. if you'd prefer he didn't make a scene then he won't !! he'll totally back down and step off if that's what you'd prefer. just don't expect for him to not make a point to them at one point or another that 'hey, maybe fucking with the s/o of the guy who can just start fires at will and is pretty good at digging up just about anything in any sort of digital capacity isn't a great idea?? maybe not ideal?? for health or social purposes not a perfect plan???'

Sanford

-again . not much 2 write home about .

-in all honesty he just thinks it's pretty cute. similarly to the others, he likes seeing a softer side to you. there's just something about the vulnerability and normality of it he enjoys a lot. given he seems to show the most emotion in canon, he's a fan of having that sort of closeness with you. it's hard to properly put into words, he just enjoys knowing that despite the fucked up circumstances he's got someone who's got just as much heart as him by his side through it all.

-in a sort of roundabout way, having his hook and some medical experience lends itself pretty well to having a good enough idea of sewing to fix small rips and tears up should they ever occur. he's not the greatest teacher in the world, but he's deifnitely free to help you figure it out. if his hands linger after ghosting yours to fix your grip / positioning on anything then ohhh well (if you point it out he weakly plays innocent, you can call his bluff pretty easy but he considers it a win long as it gets a smile out of you.)

-might not get into any big fights if anyone's giving you lip for it but . that's less because he's letting it slide and more because he doesn't wanna cause a big scene and draw attention, given on any apprehension you might've had about revealing this part of yourself to him, he doesn't exactly wanna end up broadcasting that to just anyone. not 2 worry though !! he's good with words in private, so it's safe to say people'll lay off of you sooner rather than later.

#madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #rot writes #haven't used that tag in a while ......................... sad !

[caffeinated-chaos-bean]

Idk whether to laugh or cry lmao

Well guys --

I've been in town for 9hrs today. :'D

So my mom and I left the house around 10am so we could go pay the car insurance bill and such before my 1:30pm physical therapy appointment but apparently there is a curse going around because just like Shanna (and I now find out, Kaz as well today) WE GOT A FLAT FUCKING TIIIIIIRRRRREEEE. To make it even better, for whatever reason, both ATT and Verizon cell service was out completely and was even impacting people being able to call 911. Landlines in some places weren't even working. So we had to drive out car with its flat tire to the parking lot of my work and use their phone in order to call AAA to get a tow. Thankfully they found the spare tire we weren't sure we even had and put that on for us, so we got to immediately go and get the tire fixed. The culprit? A NAIL.

That got over at 12:45pm and then we went to the bank and pulled $100 so we could pay the car insurance (it was $83, the rest went to mom's ciggs). Then we forgot we needed gas and had to run and quicky get gas before running to the other end of town to make it to my physical therapy appointment. The appointment went well, aside from half the already scheduled future appointments WERE ON DAYS I WORK AND I CANT DO THEM. So only 2 of the 10+ days they pre-scheduled actually work (9/5 and 9/13) and the rest have to be re-worked. >n<

THEN we went to get groceries and coffee, hoping to relax for at least another hour back home before my 4pm appointment with my new primary care doctor. By the time we get halfway home? NOPE NO TIME TO RELAX FOR US. We barely had time to get what refrigerated groceries we had put away (dry goods left in the bags on the table) before we had to hop back in the car and make it to my primary care appointment on time. On the way there, mind you, we got tailgated halfway there and when my mom and I both flipped the dude off (and I even turned around in the passenger seat to glare at them) he decided to tailgate FURTHER and actually FOLLOW US the rest of the way there before turning off when he saw we were turning into the doctor's office. I'm not joking when I say that I had the spare car key clutched between my fingers in case I needed to stab someone in the neck in self defense. @n@

This appointment went well and lasted almost an hour and a half, and thankfully this new doctor seems to actually DISCUSS what my health currently looks like opposed to my old doctor??? This brings me to where I'm at in not knowing whether to laugh or cry because its just the icing on the top of the cake.

We went over my previous blood tests that I had done back in June. Aside from having read over those horrible results, the doctor said she could tell just from looking at the orange-ish tint of my nails that I was showing signs of being highly anemic. I also had my bloodwork explained to me for the first time in forever and it made sense and honestly doesn't sound good. Essentially, my red blood cells are too small and too tight to properly do their job and circulate oxygen in my body and carbon dioxide out of my body, and so alongside that, my platelets are working 10x as hard as they need to (ie. swelling) in order to cover for the red blood cells being so small and to ensure that if I ever needed a major surgery or got a major injury that I don't bleed out from it. Along with that, the triple-digit heart rate spikes I've been having?? Yeah not normal either.

What I'm looking at in the future from all of this??

I need to get an EKG and a 2-View Chest X-Ray. I got a Vitamin B12 injection today and will be getting one each month for the next 6 months. I also have to wait for a call from Hematology/Oncology because my red blood cells are so fucked up that I have to have a BLOOD INFUSION!!!

Below, this image perfectly describes my brain after all of this:

#the bean speaks #mun #admin #please make me laugh #please make me cry #make me figure this shit out

[sinswithpleasure]

The Playgirl (ft. LOONA's Yves) [Part 2] [Female Reader]

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Hello! I'm back with part 2!

Futa!Yves x Fem Reader, just in case ya forgot.

If you prefer, this is also on AO3 and AFF!

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Yves shows up on time for tutoring, to your surprise.

"Hey baby."

"Don't 'baby' me."

"Sure. Let's start."

"Alright. Open up the textbook. We're starting from the basics. I've printed out some of the prerequisites for this topic, since what you did last time wasn't up to standard due to lack of practice of the basics. Now…"

Yves listens attentively. In fact, things go a bit too smoothly for the both of you. Yves doesn't make any cheeky quip, pull out any pet names, or flirt with anyone that passes by. The womanizing playgirl you knew disappears, and in its place is a focused, dedicated young woman. Sometimes, you even find yourself staring at her work on the problems in front of her. The change is… welcome, to say the least.

Your eyes roam Yves's styled hair, swiped back to expose her forehead, down to her beautiful large eyes, button nose, and full lips.

God, you're gay. Sure, you're literally admiring the beauty of the most insufferable bane of the universe, but you're just so fucking gay and hot people are hot, no matter how irritating they are, so...

When your eyes shift back up, you're met with Yves's smirk.

"See something you like, babe?"

Fuck.

"N-no."

"Liar."

"Fuck off." You rush to change the subject. "How're you doing?"

"I've been done for a while. You would know if you weren't spending the time looking at me."

You refuse to dignify her with a response, checking through the solved problems. With your coaching, Yves manages to get two more questions correct as compared to last time, but she still makes some simple mistakes.

"Okay, here's the issue. In question two…"

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Yves continues to show up for every tutoring session. Somehow, a week passes by, and it is now Friday.

"Good afternoon, babygirl."

"Don't 'babygirl' me. How many times do I have to say it?"

"Mm, whatever. How're you doing?"

"Why do you care?"

Yves pulls out the chair next to you, leaning back on it, resting her legs on the table. She turns to you, grinning.

"Of course I'd care! You're my tutor, and if you don't feel good, you won't be able to teach me properly. If I don't get taught, I won't learn, then I'll fail, and I don't get to win. You know that I always win."

"I'm not sleeping with you."

"That's what you say, but not what you mean."

"Fuck you."

"That's what you'll be doing in five months' time."

"No I won't. Bring out the Calc textbook. We're going through Chapter 4 today."

"Alright, babygirl."

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The change in Yves becomes apparent when she somehow is present earlier than you on Monday morning.

"Yves?"

"Oh, hey babe."

You sigh at the pet name, but having heard her call you that for quite some time now, it doesn't grind your gears as much anymore.

"Don't 'babe' me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Yves returns her attention to the papers she is working on, and the familiar math problems catch your eye.

"Calc?"

"Yeah. I promised I'll be the best student. Here I am."

"We'll see about that."

"You're looking at it right now." Yves rises from her chair, and in a flash, she has her arm around your waist, her face inches from yours. "I'm going to win, babygirl."

"G-Get off me!" Your face reddens instantly at the close proximity of your lips to hers. Memories of the chaste kiss Yves planted take front and center stage, and you can't help but look away from Yves.

"You're so pretty."

Yves has her gaze locked on your lips, then to your eyes. She is so close, too close, even. Heat flashes all over your body—every touch Yves leaves on you seems to burn.

"I mean it. You're gorgeous."

"T-Thank you."

The smug smirk never leaves Yves's face. She releases you from her smoldering gaze and grip, but she leaves you with a rapidly beating heart and a large distraction for the day to come.

When class begins, Yves tries to take the time to listen to the professor. However, she is soon back to her old ways, flicking paper balls at classmates and being on her phone more than she listens.

"Yves."

"Yeah, baby?" She meets your gaze, her tongue darting out to moisten her dry lips. Her hands carry on working on moulding another tiny paper ball.

"You're not listening."

"I am!"

"What was the last thing the prof said?"

"Um…"

You roll your eyes.

"Best student, my ass."

"I made that promise to you, not to him."

"You won't learn if you don't listen to him either. How're you going to be the best if you can't even do that?"

"Oh, so that's how it is?"

"That's right." You think hard about the words you want to say next, but maybe… maybe it is worth the risk. After all, Yves is still the bane of your existence, but she could be less of that if she keeps up her effort in trying to learn.

"You don't get to fuck me if you're not the best."

You watch as Yves freezes. She stares at you, her jaw hanging, before she steels her gaze to your eyes, staring deep into your soul.

"So this is how you wanna play, babygirl?"

"Yeah." You can feel your bravado slowly disappearing.

"Fine. I'll listen. I'll play by your rules."

Yves leans to your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. Her deep whisper makes you shudder.

"You will be mine at the end of the year, baby. I promise you: I'll ace my exams, and you'll love me for it."

Perhaps provoking your seatmate wasn't the best idea. Now you have to deal with the deep flush on your face and neck, as well as the heat between your legs.

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A month passes.

Every week, the same things go by—tutoring, classes, more tutoring, more classes. However, what changes is how close you and Yves get with each other. By no means were the both of you friends, but she isn't as much of a thorn in your side anymore.

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Baby

I need a bit more help with the math from the last chapter.

Can I see you this weekend?

Saturday, 10am, Seoul U entrance?

[You sent a message:]

Sure.

I'll see you.

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Good.

Dress nicely, baby. It's a date.

[You sent a message:]

Fuck off.

You groan when Yves manages to charm you through text. Outfit ideas are already flowing through your head, and you sink your face into the comfort of your palms. Why do you even care about looking pretty for Yves?⁶

Well… that genuine grin she flashed after a muffled gasp of surprise when you wore a dress once in the past month was gorgeous on her. That was why.

You remember Yves actually having the slightest hint of a blush when looking at you, and she seemed to be a little less flirty that day, opting to take short glances at you when she thought you weren't watching. This newfound attention was… welcome. You couldn't deny feeling shy having Yves check you out. After all, you were just the nerd girl in class, and having this attention from a hot girl you could consider a crush not as much of a pain in your ass felt so good.

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Saturday arrives, and here you are, waiting outside Seoul University.

You choose to keep things simple: just a simple button-down dress with daisies printed on the fabric. Your hair is tied up in a cute bun. The pink backpack you carry completes the look, with a nice pair of flats.

The sun isn't too bright, and a cool breeze keeps you comfortable while waiting. You can't help but get nervous, though you know it is irrational to feel so. After all, this is just another study session. However, Yves's text to you earlier in the week keeps flashing across your eyes.

'Dress nicely, baby. It's a date.'

You know this is just a study session. However, a part of you dimly wishes that it isn't, before you hurriedly bash those thoughts with a hammer and then set them on fire.

The revving of a motorbike catches your attention before it zooms down the road. You can see the bike move across the lanes, then slowing to a stop in front of you. The rider, clad in all black leather, complete with jacket and boots, seems to freeze in front of you, before slowly drawing the helmet off their head.

"Hey, babygirl."

Yves grins at you, her eyes sweeping over your body. Her gaze lands on your legs, moving up to your torso, your chest, and then to your eyes and hair.

The next words she mutters are meant to be kept to herself, but you hear her anyway.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous."

Your heart takes off, pounding against your chest. You try to hide the flush on your face by staring at the ground, but you field a gaze to Yves, who looks a bit like a deer caught in headlights. She looks so handsome, so cool, and downright fucking hot at the same time.

Hmm… What would it feel like being pinned under her again?

The intrusive thought you have gets stamped out instantly, but the effect lingers—you can't help but check Yves out, feeling a rush of heat deep within your loins.

Her agreement with you was starting to look more and more appealing. Maybe you do have to teach her well.

"Get on."

"What?"

"Let's go. I gotta park the bike, and the cafe isn't close by. Get on."

Yves hands you a spare black helmet, and you hesitantly take it.

"Don't kill me."

"I won't." She grins. "I like you too much to think about doing that."

Your breath catches in your throat. It's not uncharacteristic of her to say things like that so easily, but maybe… just maybe… you want her to mean it.

You get onto the bike as Yves holds it steady. You don't know where to put your hands, but Yves grabs your arms, pulling them to wrap around her waist.

"Hold on tight, babygirl."

"Okay." You can't believe what's happening right now.

"I'm gonna go."

The engine revs.

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Yves trails behind you as both of you make your way to the cafe. Yves is quiet along the way, unlike her usual flirting if she caught you staring at her. When you glance back to her, you see her eyes dart away from you, staring at the floor as she swipes her hair back.

Weird.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Never been better, baby." Her reply is unconvincing, especially with a forced grin, but you don't want to really push her for a reply.

"Er… Okay. Sure."

Both of you make your way into the cafe, stopping by the counter to grab the menu. When you sit down at a table, Yves sits across you, her eyes locked onto you as you peruse your options.

"You're staring a lot today, Yves."

"Oh, um, er…" She looks away, her voice soft. This is very unlike her.

"Are you really okay?"

"Yeah, baby. I'm feelin' great, ready to learn, and get good." She leans back, resting her hands on the armrests of her chair.

Oh.

She has a crop top on.

Oh my fucking God, she has abs.

You short circuit.

Two columns of defined muscle greet your eyes, as if to mock you. It wasn't like she was someone you didn't find hot. Now, you have to find out that she also has abs?!

Your mouth dries instantly, and you grab your bottle, taking a swig. The cool liquid quenches your physical thirst, but your mental thirst…

"Don't look too much, babygirl. You might get hypnotized."

Yves tilts your chin up with a finger, moving to lean close to your face.

"My eyes are up here."

Holy fucking shit, she's so fucking hot.

You wonder how you didn't notice them when she had that fishnet and crop top combo. Maybe her pants covered them, maybe you were blinded in your dislike for her. Whatever, you've seen them now. No reason to stop… respectfully staring, especially when you can.

"Look at me."

You meet Yves's smoldering gaze.

"Keep your eyes up here, babygirl." Her warm breath against your lips makes you yearn to lean in and close the gap. "I don't want them anywhere else when they're so beautiful."

You whimper involuntarily, and Yves chuckles.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that?"

The shame that burns when you squeak and break your gaze to hide in the pretense of reading the menu is something you don't want to admit that you feel coursing through your veins, but it's there. When you lower the menu, Yves has her chin in her palm, her head tilted to the left, a satisfied grin on her features.

"I mean it, baby. You look really pretty today."

"T-Thank you."

"You're welcome. Let's order, I'm starving."

"Okay."

"Oh." Yves leans towards you, lowering the menu to stare into your eyes once more. "You'll get to see what you want to see when I ace the exams. Be patient, babe."

You groan.

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That night, you toss and turn on the bed incessantly. Every time you close your eyes, you can feel hot breath across your lips, smell the scent emanating off Yves, and sense her burning gaze on you. Yves's handsome features are burnt deep into your head, and just the thought of her sends your heart pounding and temperature rising.

You think of her abs under her clothes, the defined muscle jumping out to your eyes. She already looks so good, so delicious, and yet, things only go up from here.

The rush of heat between your legs doesn't help things.

You turn again, ignoring your basest desires. Bedtime it is.

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #loona yves #ha sooyoung #loona fanfiction #loona fanfic #female reader insert #female reader

[cupidsintern]

oho i would love to hear about that second one please please (and ill post a pic of my bellbottoms tomorrow lol)

its my virgin!billy fic. ill just give u some of it lmao:

the other night i cried (while thinking of having sex with you) pt. 1

Billy prayed for this. 

Like, actually honest to god prayed- but in his defense he had been super drunk at the time. Drunk and crying. Alone. In his room. 

One of his lower points. Definitely not the lowest. 

And he hadn't put his hands together- but he was sort of sitting on his knees. Kind of. 

And he’d tilted his head up to his god-forsaken popcorn plastered ceiling and blinked a couple times and closed his eyes and thought:

Please let me lose my virginity to Steve Harrington. 

Shoot for the stars, right?

It had been one of those nights where he'd been at one of those parties and ended up in a room alone with one of those girls and she’d started pawing her way up his leg and he bolted. 

Very subtly bolted. But still. 

Made him feel sick. He took two showers. 

Maybe he would have felt better if he could have just like, stared himself down in the bathroom mirror and whispered ‘what's wrong with you?’. But he knew. 

Then he’d prayed. 

Then he’d fallen asleep and been hungover at breakfast and was sure his dad would notice- but he didn’t- so maybe even if his prayers weren’t gonna be answered, whatever Higher Power there was, was still cutting him some slack today. On a random Saturday. Rather than literally any other day he could have used a deus ex machina.

Nobody knew Billy was a virgin. I mean technically, some of his old friends knew, back home. But they were usually cool about it, because why wouldn't you be if you'd been friends for someone that long. But no one here knew. And thank god because being 18 and still being ‘inexperienced’ would get you endless shit but they didn't. Mostly because they had no way of finding out. Billy could have bagged loads of chicks back on the gold coast and no one doubted that. 

And it wasn't like Billy’d never gotten hot and heavy with anyone. It was just that. None of those people were. You know. Girls. 

Nobody he could actually talk about. Especially now. Even if he had friends other than fair-weather lackeys. 

And. You know. Steve.

Billy would never say he was friends with Steve outright, just because it seemed like one of those things that if you verbally confirmed it, then it would stop being true. Because he kind of couldn't believe that it was. 

It was Max’s fault for making him apologize. She said she didn't want Billy and her to keep fighting so much, that she missed being friends, and it was like pulling teeth but he asked what he could do to make amends. She said to apologize to Lucas, then apologize to Steve. Billy did that. 

Then Steve wouldn't leave him alone. 

And it wasn't like he could keep pretending to hate Steve- he'd taken that way too far. Couldn’t exactly pull Steve aside and say “Look I know you're trying to be nice but if you don’t leave me alone I’ll start being queer about it and I can’t let that happen again.”

So Steve kept being nice.

And Billy got kinda queer about it.

He really tried not to. Honest he did. But then again maybe he didn't. Because Steve smelled like department store Christmas and if he bought a two pack of lighters he always gave Billy the second one. He’d walk over sit with Billy at lunch and always say “this seat taken?” even if there was no one else around like it was a cheesy sitcom and he was just waiting for the laugh track to kick in.

Then it got to the point that if Billy tried to avoid Steve, Steve would track him down and ask if he was okay.

“You okay, man?”

Wasn't always ‘man,’ either. Sometimes it was “California” or “Bills” or even one time “tiger,” and that shit knocked Billy out. Pulled the rug right out from under him but- “Yeah, Harrington. I’m fine. Just getting some air.”

Billy asked Max what the fuck she’d told Steve about Billys life. She said if he wanted to ask her something he couldn't just barge into her room he had to knock first so he had to leave her room, close the door, knock, and wait for her to say “yeah” to open the door again and “For the second time, Maxine. What did you tell Harrington about me.”

“Nothing,” She was being honest too. “I didn't tell him anything, weirdo. I think he just wants to be friends.”

Friends.

Which was maybe worse than enemies.

Because it meant the sad, sad reality that Billy was just some incognito perv that didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of sleeping with Steve Harrington was made even more apparent.

Then came the ‘let’s hangout’s.

Steve started asking Billy if he wanted to hang out outside of school. Like go for lunch, then maybe ditch school after lunch, just not go back and drive around for a while. Then just ditch a day of school altogether and walk around downtown. Then spend an entire school holiday walking around downtown, chasing pigeons off the sidewalk and window shopping and spending a whole two hours in the one and only record shop trying to track down a tape Steve said he remembered having in the 8th grade.

Then-

“Hey! Bills, slow down,” Steve was trying to catch up to Billy in the hall.

Billy caught a whiff of hairspray and the Cleanest Woods You'd Ever Stick Your Nose In before he even turned his head.

“What are you doing after school tomorrow?” “Light arson. Why do you ask?”

Steve smiled. “You could do some light arson at my house. Sure I have some old homework you could burn.”

Billy wanted very badly to tell Steve that ‘that is not what arson is’. But he was still kind of hung up on being invited to Steve’s house. Steve’s illusive, gigantic house to which he had never been but always secretly wanted to go.

“I’m more of a book burning guy.” Billy smiled back- couldn't help himself. “Get me your address in third tomorrow, yeah?”

Steve’s smile got wider. “Sick.”

Billy got Steve’s address passed to him by the platinum blonde that sat next to him in third period. She teased the shiny strands all to hell every morning but there were always halfway to flat by 10am. She flicked the note onto his desk kind of carelessly, which Billy hated because didn't she know it was precious cargo? But also he didn't care because it wasn't a big deal going to Harrington’s house anyway.

Steve had drawn little stars around his house address. Like it was some big Destination.

What a dork. Billy traced his finger over one of the stars before shoving the note in his pocket.

-

pt. 2 maybe coming soon???

#harringrove fanfic #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #my fic #billy x steve #steve x billy

[livmarauder]

𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 | 𝙨.𝙢

simon minter x reader (part two)

warnings: just lots of fluff and a couple of swears requested: - notes: this is a part 2 so please read the first one if this doesn’t really make sense :) enjoy! <3 wc: 1,531 words

part one // masterlist

3 months later

“y/n/n! wake up!” i groaned a little, taking the pillow by my side before smacking freya with it. “ouch-- y/n!”

i opened an eye, giggling a little as freya huffed and brushed at her bangs and smoothing out her hair that i just messed up with my ethics.

“rude.” she states before grabbing the pillow and whacking me back causing me to yelp as i scooted away from her, before wrapping a hand in-front of my stomach. “don’t hit the baby!”

she laughed a little before dropping the pillow and rolled her eyes, “the one day i decide to be nice and wake you up before we go for our meeting, you decide to bash me with a pillow.”

i shrugged my shoulders as i got out of my bed, “what can i say, the baby makes me do unpredictable things.”

“i think it was even before the baby came.”

i scoffed as she let out a laugh as she walked out of my room, not before yelling, “get ready in 10 minutes if not i’m leaving your ass behind.”

i shook my head at her ethics before going to get ready for the day. as soon as i was ready, i glanced at myself in the mirror before rubbing my hand above my growing baby bump, smiling to myself.

-flashback-

“oh my god! you must be waffling.”

i smiled, tears of joy in my eyes as i held up the stick as talia and gee started screaming on the call while freya sat next to me, the biggest smile on her face.

“congratulations babe!” talia yelled as gee continued screaming on the facetime call making me laugh as i started to cry again, hugging freya who was sitting next to me.

after we calmed down, the golden question finally came up.

“have you told simon yet?”

freya and i looked at each other before i looked back at them and shook my head, “this was the one thing that simon was scared about before going on our business trip, if i tell him now, he’s going to shit himself.” i state as i looked down at my stomach, rubbing it slowly.

“because you have him whipped?” talia asked, causing us to all start laughing.

“maybe.” i replied cheekily, “but i don’t want him to worry about it now, i’ll tell him soon but he just has a lot going on for him right now.”

the girls nodded in understanding, going quiet for a little while before gee spoke up.

“so, how about a round of cards against humanity?”

that was nearly 3 months ago and i haven’t told simon yet. we have been facetiming every other day and just texting the rest of the way because of how busy his schedule was.

i sighed at the thought of him before changing out my shirt into an oversized hoodie which concealed my baby bump nicely, i’ll worry about that another time.

7 hours later

“ugh, my legs are killing me.” i whined out as freya and i walked down the hallway towards our rented apartment. freya let out a sigh at my complaining but nodded nonetheless.

having being out for 7 hours since 10am this morning had definitely taken a toll on us. meetings after meetings as well as constant walking around to the meetings had taken a toll on our already swelling feet and it didn’t help that it was really cold in la.

as soon as we reached our door, i froze as i heard the shuffling of footsteps and shadows behind the closed door.

“shit.” i muttered out as i turned to freya, “i think our flat got broken into.” i whispered to freya as her face paled a little. “okay, here’s the plan, i’ll swing open the door and you charge in with your backpack.”

i gave freya a look, “so basically, i’m the sacrifice?”

“well, i have the key.”

i scowled at it before muttering a ‘fuck it’ and stood beside the door.

freya inserted the key and unlocked the door as quietly as she could before mouthing a countdown. as soon as she hit one, she flung open the door and i charged in, ready to attack the attacker until i spotted the familiar looking lanky noodle with blonde hair. he donned his usual crisped off-white hoodie that i loved to steal as well as his worn out basketball shorts as he stood there, his cocky smirk on his face.

i dropped my bag in surprise upon seeing him as my mouth gaped, not knowing what to say as my heart started beating a million miles an hour.

“are you gonna keep gaping or you gonna get your ass over here and give me a hug?” simon joked as he opened his arms wide. any other time, i would’ve scoffed at him and not given in but my legs moved on their own and before i knew it, i was wrapped in his bear hug as i jumped into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as i started to cry.

i felt simon chuckle before digging his face into the crook of my neck, smiling into it as i buried my head further into his neck.

we stayed in that position for a little while longer until we pulled away, simon’s eye crinkled as he smiled at me before giving me a peck, “i missed you too.”

a million questions rambled out of my mouth as i tried to process what was happening but instead of answering them, simon pulled me into a kiss to stop it.

“i missed you too, but for the love of god, please shut up.” simon joked after we pulled away.

i rolled my eyes as simon placed me back onto the floor before i looked behind him to see my roomie of 4 months stood there, a big smile on her face as she leaned into her significant other while the other guys stood by his side, one of them filming the whole thing while the rest looked at us, smiling happily.

“hey, didn’t see you guys there.” i joked as i intertwined my hand with simon and smiled at all of them.

they let out a laugh as jj went, “yeah, we can see that.”

after all the hugs and the ‘i miss yous’, i pulled freya to the side as i gave her a big hug, “thank you.”

she hugged me back muttering a no problem before she pulled away, a serious look on her face now. “are you ready to tell him?”

i looked at simon who was deep in conversation with tobi and ethan before turning back to freya, biting my bottom lip before nodding.

she gave me a reassuring smile, squeezing my shoulders gently before i walked towards the trio and wrapping my arms around his waist.

simon turned towards me, “hi babe.” ethan and tobi looked at me, smiling as i unwrapped my arms and intertwined my hand with simons. “is it okay if i borrow him for a little while?”

ethan and tobi nodded before going back to their own conversation as i dragged simon to my room.

“are you okay babe?” simon asked me as soon as i closed the door.

i nodded, biting my lower lip before ushering towards the bed, “you might want to take a seat for this.”

simon glanced at me anxiously but sat down on the foot of the bed before i went to dig out the box which held my pregnancy test.

i handed the box to simon and sat down beside him nervously as he looked at the box before looking back at me, confused. “did i miss an anniversary or something? what’s the occasion?”

i shook my head, laughing slightly as i urged him to open it. he hesitated slightly before opening the box, peering at its contents as my nerves hit the ceiling.

he stared at the box for what seems like eternity before looking back at me, shock evident in his eyes. “is this real?” he asked softly as my eyes started welling up with tears for the second time today as i nodded vigourously.

“i found out quite a while ago but didn’t want to tell you because i didn’t want you to worry.” i said, my voice soft as we sat in silence for a little while.

“i’m going to be a dad?” he asked, his eyes filling with tears as well. “you’re gonna be a dad.” i confirmed.

a wide smile cracked on his face as he placed the box down onto my bed and picked me up into his arms and gave me a big hug, excitement radiating off of him as we both cried happy tears.

he put me down before running out and yelling out the news to all the guys before i heard many congratulations and harry yelling out a “WHAT” before all of them clambered into my room and gave me a group hug as i smiled at my little family, knowing that the newest addition in five months would have an amazing life.

it was almost inevitable.

#sidemen #sdmn #simon x reader #simon minter x reader #simon minter imagines #miniminter imagine #simon minter one shots #miniminter one shhots #miniminter x reader #sdmn one shots #sdmn x reader #sidemen x reader #sidemen one shots #sidemen imagines

[chilling-seavey]

Qui Totum Vult Toum Perdit (d.s.) - 1

A/N: We’ve been waiting long enough for this one!! Please feel free to send asks with comments or suspicions as you read (it’s why my ask box is now titled ‘submit evidence’ hehe) because it’s going to be so interesting to hear your thoughts as the story progresses. I won’t be able to reply with much in fear of giving anything away but I want to hear from you! Also, let me now if you want to be on the official ‘detective list’ (taglist) so you get notified when I post a chapter!

Summary: ‘He who wants everything, loses everything’ All Daniel knows is that he woke up the day after his honeymoon to his wife dead at his feet and the bloody knife in his hand. He is suddenly propelled on a mission to escape his own persecution while he works to find the true killer and prove his innocence. He is innocent…isn’t he?

Warnings: This story is centered around a murder so there will be graphic descriptions of blood, death/manslaughter, dealing with corpses, possible domestic abuse (physical/verbal), crime/covering up a crime, shock/grief, and other possibly heavy or triggering topics. Please read at your own discretion. 

Disclaimer: This story is in no way meant to portray any characters’ associated real-life counterparts in a negative or unpleasant light; all of this writing (characterization, plot, etc.) is strictly fictional. 

If you’re reading this, it must mean this story has fallen into your hands by a twist of fate. Think of it as you wish but fate can be a magical thing. It brought me to my wife, it gave me my job, and it passed, into your hands, this very story and these very words that you are reading right now. But fate can be vicious and evil; an inevitable and often unexpected outcome to a situation once thought to be pleasantly static. It sure was unexpected to me.

You’re taught as you grow up that starting a piece of literary fiction where the main character wakes up is the weakest way to begin a narrative. It’s uncreative and dull and frankly, too predictable. Despite this knowledge, dear reader, this story is certainly no work of fiction as I lived the words you will be reading today and waking up is exactly where this story must start. Of no necessary fault of my own, it’s the earliest piece of information I can offer you since everything before that seems to have…slipped my mind. 

Let me fill you in.

It was a Tuesday morning. I knew that because it was the day that I was supposed to meet a very important client at work – my wife and I had planned our honeymoon shorter than desired specifically so I could make it home in time for this morning session. The date was nearly engraved in my mind because of this.

Tuesday morning.

That was the first thing that came to mind when I opened my eyes; the predictable and obvious status of my waking moments. However, not predicted, was the fact that my bedroom ceiling was not what I was staring at and my luxury mattress was not what I was laying on. The hard, flat surface of a floor beneath me made my back ache and I shifted slightly to regain my senses as to where I was and why on Earth I was laying on the ground. With one slow movement, my head pounded in striking pain and I raised my head to my temple, wincing at I touched what must have been a forming bruise. Confusion poured through my aching head and I squinted in the morning sun that streaked through the window and frosted glass door across from me. I was in my studio, the small one room building that was built in the backyard just a few paces from the main house.

I struggled to move as my limbs ached and I reached a hand up to grab onto the ledge of the piano beside me and hoist myself up into at least a sitting position. The sight of my own hand had my entire body freezing in shock, finding my palm streaked in blood that was still damp enough to leave my handprint behind on the wood of the piano. I pulled my hand back and reached behind my head since I gathered that I had either fainted or hit my head somehow the night before and I wanted to see if I was bleeding. I was not.

The vintage paisley rug I was sat on was stained in dark red blood, the beams of sunlight streaking in through the window made the thick liquid nearly shimmer and shine on the dull fabric. The object closest to me on the floor was a silver 8-inch chef’s knife, the handle made of dark wood and engraved with my surname. Seavey. The blood that coated the blade was almost dry, but it still stained nearly the entirely of the silver menacingly, even down to the six silver letters on the handle that it camouflaged in red splatters.

I swallowed thickly, my head pounding as I pieced together my curious whereabouts and the fact that I had no clue how I got myself there. Whose blood was that if it wasn’t my own? I followed the thin pool I found myself sitting in, past the knife and under the small coffee table in the centre of the room, and behind me towards to the back door of the studio. 

There was a woman laying opposite me.

I could recognise that sandy blonde hair anywhere.

I turned back around quickly, my breath halting in my chest in near fear. The unknown variables of this situation made it feel so much worse. I forced myself to look at her, to turn back to the woman lain across the studio floor and look at her. I pulled myself to my feet on weak and trembling legs and stepped over the knife towards her body.

Her brown eyes stared up at me. Cold and empty. Lifeless.

Her throat was slit and she was nearly drenched in blood – the cause of the soaked rug that I had woken up on.

I didn’t feel sick as I stared down at my wife dead on the ground. I felt…numb.

Cliché? Maybe. But I wouldn’t lie to you, dear reader.

There wasn’t much one knew how to feel when staring at their spouse dead at their feet. Numb with shock is simply the most accurate descriptor for that situation.

“Avalon.” I called her name shakily, as if by some unique twist of fate this was all a ruse.

There was no response.

I looked from her body to the knife behind me to my own palms that was stained in her blood.

This was not good.

My hands were trembling and I took a step back from the body, habitually reaching for my cell phone in my back pocket. The blood on my hands left faint prints on the glass screen as I unlocked it, finding dozens of missed texts and calls from my best friend, the notifications filling my screen and covering the wallpaper background of a photograph of my darling wife and I from our honeymoon. My darling wife who was now dead.

I checked the time. It was quarter to eleven in the morning. The meeting with the client was supposed to start at 10am.

“Shit.” I whispered out, taking another step back from the body as I dialled the number and raised my phone to my ear.

After two rings, Jonah answered, “Daniel, where the hell are you?”

“Where are you?”

“At our studio, Daniel. Our job? Where you should be. This is the biggest fucking client of our careers and of our entire business and you completely flaked. That’s not cool, bro. Our client is not impressed, and neither am I.”

“Jonah.” I said flatly to get him to stop talking.

“What?” his annoyance was obvious.

“There’s been…an accident.”

There was a beat of silence, “What accident?”

I stared down at the body of my wife, wondering how I was even supposed to relay what had happened to my best friend through the phone. Hell, I didn’t even know what had happened, “Ava…she’s…I don’t…can…can you come over?”

There was a pause and then I heard Jonah shuffling around on the other end of the phone, “Yeah. I’ll pass the artist on to one of the other producers and reschedule for another session with us. I’ll be there in fifteen. What’s going on?”

“I…I don’t know. I think I did something bad.”

Did I kill my wife?

Detective Team: @jonahlovescoffee @randomlimelightxxx @stuffofseaveyy @hopinglimelight @tempus-ut-luceant @br4nd1s @xkelsev @hiya-its-amber @sexyseavey15​

#🔪 #daniel seavey #why dont we #jonah marais #jack avery #zach herron #corbyn besson #wdw #why dont we fanfic #daniel seavey fanfic #murder mystery

[hitsuackerman]

Soom Meetings (Hawks x Reader) nsfw

Prompt: Its quarantine time. You were preparing for a video conference with a few other heroes. Hawks, being the cheeky bird that he is, has other plans for both of you

Warnings:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), cursing

a/n: this entered my mind since we have to do online meetings w/c are a pain in the ass huhuhu i just thought, what would Hawks do if he were added into the mix? Enjoy my self indulgence xD

Masterlist to my other fics :) here

Taking a sip of your coffee, you couldn’t help but stare blindly into space. It was quite early, at least for you. On a normal day, you would wake up at 10am. Gotta get that full 5 hour sleep heroes dream of. Today would mark the 80th day of quarantine and things were not going well.

The bitter goodness your coffee had to offer now began to circulate your system. The stinging sensation your eyes felt with each blink slowly went away. Yawning somewhat made things a little more tolerable. Staring at the view of your glass windows, you savored the clear blue skies and silence your unit had to offer.

At least for now.

With the steaming cup of coffee in your hand, you tiptoed to your room. A ghost of a smile on your face.

Slowly opening the door, you creeped closer to your bed. Careful not to step on any of the feathers scattered on the floor. Eyes darting to the messed up sheets, crimson wings spread out flat as his back rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His arm hanging limply on the edge of the bed.

Gently, you lifted one of his larger feathers and made space for you to sit down. His hair as messy as always. The tufts of hair splayed all over the pillow. Not a sign of stress on his sleeping face. Unconsciously, your finger began to trace his jaw.

His wings began to crest and his feathers began to fluff up. His hanging hand now blindly searched for you. When he felt the soft skin your thigh had to offer, you quickly placed the cup on the bedside table and waited for him to make his move.

A small squeak left your mouth when he easily maneuvered you back into bed. Bare arms snaking your waist as his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Legs beginning to tangle with each other. One wing now protectively resting above you. There was no doubt in your mind. You adored mornings like this.

“Well, good morning to you.” You ran your fingers through his hair. The feeling of him tightening his hold on you felt lovely.

“I have to admit,” His voice was still raspy. Deep. “This quarantine makes me thankful. I get to spend more time with my favorite hero.”

“Oh… I’m your favorite hero?”

“Fishing for comments?”

“Perhaps.” You giggled. “You are ranked higher than me, though.”

“That doesn’t matter, Lovebird.” He chirped. “You're a rank below me yet you're underground. That’s literally an impossible feat.”

“I honestly don’t know how that happened.” Drawing circles on his back, he let out a satisfied hum. His eyelashes tickled your skin. Hawks was fully awake now.

“Well, we don’t have any patrols scheduled for today.” He shifted his position. Placing himself between your legs you willingly opened. His hands slowly grabbed your wrist and pinned them just above your head. Bringing himself closer to you, he began to trace the tip of his nose on your neck. “How about we continue where we left off last night, eh?”

The sudden grinding of his hip along your accumulating heat was enough to make you wrap your legs around his waist. Tilting your head, Hawks growled a tiny bit before sucking on your tender skin. As he sucked on your skin, he interlaced his fingers with yours.

His morning wood rather evident. He pushed himself on your clothed entrance. Lazy morning sex was something you would want. Hell. Just feeling Hawks inside you was something you would definitely want. BUT, you couldn’t.

“As much as I’d like you to fuck me lazily in the morning,” You managed to free your hand and pushed him away. Your foot resting on his chest, keeping his lust filled eyes at bay. He was pouting and this only made things worse. “I have a meeting in 20 minutes.”

Holding your ankles, he placed your leg on his shoulder and went back to his previous position. His chest now touching yours. His trademark smirk resting on his lip.

“I’m sure you can just turn your video off, baby~” He nibbled on your lower lip and grinded his hips once more. “Or we can just give them a show.”

Hawks felt a tugging sensation on his chest. He knew you were using your quirk on him. The next thing he knew, he was floating away from the bed. Your fingertips emitting a mahogany glow. Placing him on the chair, you sat on your knees and smiled. Acting all innocent. 

“We can do that later.” You stood up and went to the closet. Feeling his eyes following your every movement. You took out your hero costume’s leather jacket and white shirt dress. Used to his stare, you changed in front of him.

“You’ll regret teasing me, chickadee.” He threatened. He stood up and walked towards you. Buttoning your shirt when he was inches away from you. His hot breath brushing your face. When he finished, his hands began to wander your curves as you put on your jacket. “Better watch out, Number 3.”

This man would be the death of you. The way he smoothly held on to your chin while giving you a deep kiss was enough to make you weak. Screw the meeting, that’s what you thought, but this was an ‘important’ one based on the email.

“I’ll be in my office, Number 2.” You booped his nose and went your way. He did, however, smack your bare ass when you turned around. For a second, you played with the thought of grabbing a pair of his boxers but, nah. It would be a lie if you weren’t curious what his antics would be later.

Opening the doors (and leaving them ajar), you immediately went to your PC and prepared everything. When your wallpaper finally appeared, you blushed at the sight. It was one of your first photos with Hawks. Taken approximately 4 years ago.

Opening the Soom app, you let out a silent groan. Everyone was now online and currently waiting for the host to start the meeting. There were 8 green dots. A bunch of heroes that you were in charge of. Edgeshot being one of them.

The meeting was a simple one. A briefing for an upcoming mission to come in 3 months. As to why they chose this online platform still baffles your mind. Your eyes darted to the door when a stray feather began to float it and wander around your office. Right when you were about to call for Hawks, the call for the meeting began.

Straightening yourself, you put on your game face and observed each of the participants. The feeling of weight being slowly added onto your shoulders crept in. Somehow, you had managed to let the spotlight land on you. Because of that, you were given more missions despite not being tied to any agencies.

Teamwork was never your forte. But safety was. You always managed to coax yourself into being a team player by making sure each of them were far from harm.

As the minutes dragged by, the familiar pop of yellow peeked inside your office. Raising a brow, he took that as an invitation and led himself in. A plate of chicken nuggets on his hand. Looking at his wings, you saw how there were barely any feathers. Just the small soft ones.

Your eyes widened when he was just about to walk into your camera’s view. 

“Is something wrong, (hero name)?” Fatgum asked. His voice cutting the meeting. All eyes were on your video now. The corner of your eye twitched when Hawks moved your notebooks aside and sat down. One knee resting on top of the other.

“Nothing.” You faked a smile and your professional tone back. People were still clueless that you and Hawks were dating. The two of you had to thank you being an underground hero for that. “Please proceed.”

The meeting continued and this time you made sure you were on mute before opening your mouth.

“Whatever it is… do NOT.” You scolded him. Eyes not wavering from the call. But, your arm was extended just enough for you to pinch his thigh. The little wince of pain was enough to make you content. 

“Shouldn’t have done that, love nugget.” He took the wandering feather and made it hover around his finger. Instructing the small feather to creep behind your back, the small red thing did its job.

Your breath hitched when the feather brushed your exposed nape. Your body shivered as the feather did small back and forth movements. Yet, in the video, the feather was small enough to be deemed as non-existent. Clenching your fists, you tried not to be bothered by the sensually soft touches Hawks gave indirectly. 

Hawks was now walking away from you. The feather still doing its job. Your eyes were focused but he knew your peripheral vision was on him. Perfect, he thought. Now he was situated across from you. The same playful smirk on his lip. Lifting his hand, he motioned that he would keep his mouth shut.

You knew too well he was playful, cocky, and a tease. So when he began to take his shirt off, your eyes darted to his little strip show. It was not helping one bit that he was flexing his toned muscles. Your throat was definitely dry.

“So what are your thoughts about the plan, (hero name)?” Edgeshot asked. There was no response and all they could see was you and your eyes focusing somewhere else. “(hero name)?”

“YES!” You snapped back. Clearing your throat. “I think the plan looks alright. The division among heroes is compatible. But I am con-”

You jumped from your seat a tiny bit. Your hands held on to the edge of your desk. The feeling of his hands running up and down your thigh was making your core heat up. Having caught you off guard, Hawks managed to pry open your legs. His golden eyes clearly teasing you from under the table.

“I’m, uh, concerned about the entry?” Your hand now held on to his messy hair. Hoping that he wouldn’t go any further than that. The regret of not getting his boxers now flooded your system. Only being in your panties made things much easier for him. You were now biting your tongue and tried to even your breathing.

Hawks was now kissing your inner thighs. Poking his tongue out, he trailed it all the way to the hem of your panties. His teeth tugging the hem and releasing it with a snap. Seeing your jaw tighten and your chest heaving, it only encouraged him.

His finger now began to slide up and down on your panties. A wet spot indicating that you were turned on with his advancement. Spreading your legs further apart, another feather came swooping in and landed straight into his hand. Using the tip, he began to brush it on your skin. The grip you had on his head shattered. 

Using the feather, he sliced the corners of your panties. Looking down at him, you gave him a small pout. One not noticeable to those on the video. You liked those panties and now he just had to slice em. It was still hot though, no denying that. 

“Holy shit~ Keigo~” Thank quirks your mic was on mute. Feeling his tongue lick your entrance made you push your back to the chair. Blinking away the urge to end the meeting and have him take you on your office table. Which, come to think of it, has never happened. 

It was pretty evident that your cheeks were now pink and your eyes hazy. When he sucked on your swelling clit, you fisted some of his hair. Only pushing him and telling him to continue.

“Now that we’ve got that cleared. (hero name). We suggest that you hold another meeting to run through the details.” The chairperson said.

“Fuck, yeah.” It was more breathy than you intended. You mentally slapped yourself.

Both Hawks and your eyes widened. This was getting too interesting for the winged hero. Wanting to push it more, he inserted his middle finger and began to pump slowly. His teeth began nibbling on your lower lips and clit alternatively.

“What I meant to say was, yeah.” Your face was a blushing mess but stoic in their eyes. “Forgive the language. I was rather excited and pumped up.”

“Pumped…” Hawks whispered with a small chuckle. Sucking on your clit one more time, he inserted two fingers. His pace a little faster. Using his free hand, he trailed under your shirt and squeezed on your breast, tugging your hardened nipple.

Releasing the grip your right hand had on his head, you slammed the mute button once more.

“Fuck!”  You covered your mouth and hoped they saw it as a cough. “Holyshitholyshitholyshit!”

Your back was now glued to the back of the chair. Lowering your body a bit, you gave him easier access and he happily licked and sucked your engorged clit some more. Knowing the mute button was doing its magic, he too let out a moan. He was starting to become frustrated. The throbbing sensation in his caged cock was getting out of control.

“When will that meeting be over, baby?” He asked. His fingers doing the work for him as he palmed his cock. His eyes blew up with lust. 

“Shh…” You reassured him. Meeting his gaze, you gave a soft smile. “It’s almost over.”

With hints of frustration, he fully exited his fingers away from your wet pussy. Licking the juices off his fingers, he crawled out from under your desk. All he wanted to do now was to show himself in the video and put an end to his suffering. Taking his boxers off, he stuck his tongue out and tossed it over your head.

No one noticed it except for one.

Your chat box pinged and you opened it.

MT. LADY: GIRL! WTF WERE THOSE BOXERS?!

(h/n): Are you seeing things, Yu? :p

MY. LADY: Dont think I didnt see yer face. Im not as blind as the others.  Who? Do i know him? You dating someone? How did i not see this coming?!

(h/n): Hmm… ;)

That’s all you replied and you closed the chat. Your eyes traveled to Hawks, who was now hovering behind your monitor. Palming his throbbing member. Winking at your flustered face. 

“C’mon baby bird…” He mouthed. He wiped a fake tear away from his eye.

Finally, the chairperson spoke and wrapped things up. When he finally dismissed the meeting you practically left the room without saying farewell. Pushing your chair back, you opened your arms and immediately felt his warm body against yours.

Both your lips crashed into each other. It was the perfect definition of a hot, steamy, and messy make out session. Lifting you up, he placed you on your desk. Your hands pushing any obstacles that lay in your path. Quickly taking your jacket off, you tilted your head as Hawks began to leave a trail of kisses and hickeys.

Impatience won and the winged hero practically ripped apart your shirt. Pushing both your bodies, you felt the cold surface touch your back.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as he began to suck and nibble on your hardened bud. His other hand entering your wet hole. 2 fingers in while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

“I want you now, Keigo…” You whimpered as he began moving downwards. Leaving behind sloppy kisses till he reached your abdomen. Taking his fingers out, he used the juice and began spreading it on his cock.

Teasing you with the tip, he brushed it against your clit. Your legs instinctevely wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. Before he would put himself in you, he glanced at the door and red blurs came swarming in. Attaching them to the base of his wings. Once all of them were in place, he stretched them to their full span. He knew you were always turned on when his plumage was full while he made love to you.

Resting his elbow beside your head, he gave you a deep kiss. His tongue asking for entrance as he slowly slid himself in. Your back arched with pleasure as he nibbled on your lower lip. Your wet hungry pussy feeling full from his shaft.

Roaming hands found their way to the base of his wings. Giving them a bit of massage before digging your nails into his skin. He let out a growl mid-kiss. Thrusting harder, he earned a loud moan from you. The kind of moan that immediately pushed him to the edges.

His hands found their way to your hips. His grip firm, keeping you in place as he began thrusting into you faster and deeper. The carnal look in his golden eyes slowly ate the coil in your stomach away.

Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. The hickeys now fully visible. The only sound inside your office were the sounds of skin slapping against each other, moans, pants, and loud cursing from sheer pleasure.

“Kei…” You were close and you were not sure how long you could last. “Fuck~ Harder, baby~”

Placing the bend of your knee on his shoulders, he leaned closer towards you and kissed you once more. His thrust much more deeper and he felt his cock twitching. His sinful mouth found its way to your earlobe. Tugging it ever so slightly and nibbling on it.

“Cum for me, Pro-Hero #3.” He whispered. “Show me just how much I can break your walls.”

The last thrust he gave you snapped. You nails dug into his skin while your legs pushed him in even deeper. A wave of heat began to flood your body. Each thrust Hawks did as he rode out your orgasm made your body shudder. Not soon after, Hawks grunted and bit down your neck as he let his twitching cock release inside you. Feeling your pussy milking his cum was overwhelmingly delicious.

Collapsing on top of you, he chuckled.

“You need to have more online conferences, nugget.” He lifted his head and peppered your face with light, feathery kisses. The afterglow evident on your blushing smiling face. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Keigo.” Your leg began brushing his. “Shall we prepare lunch?”

The two of you shared a giggle as his feathers flew out of the room to get some towels and clothes. In your mind, you were already plotting your revenge. Two could definitely play this game.

#hawks #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #mha hawks #bnha hawks

[bitsandbobsandstuff]

The (not naked) pin-up calendar

Summary: When you ask for a favor, Bucky (very) grudgingly agrees. What can you do to thank him? Return the favor, of course.

Characters: Bucky x Reader; a plethora of Avengers Warnings: Hardcore fluff. Soldiers wrestling like immature children. Steve being weirded out by nut sacks. Harry Potter references. A hint of naughty times at the end.

A/N: This is silly and fun and what can I say, writing sassy Bucky makes me happy. This is for @beckzorz 1k Writing Challenge (go follow this incredibly talented, beautiful lady), and my prompt was ‘Pin-up calendar’. Thanks a million for hosting Becca, I love you 3000! ♥️

Want to find all my stories? Search #bitsmasterlist or try the link in my bio!

*****

Overnight, the list gets tacked on the corkboard in the kitchen.

Bucky’s rummaging through the pantry, searching for his breakfast Doritos and a jar of salsa to dunk them in, when he glimpses his name from a distance. Snatching up a butter knife, he wanders over to the wall. When he sees the list header, he whirls around in a flurry of tangled hair and irrational grumpiness.

“What the hell is this?”

Bucky complaining first thing in the morning is par for the course, so both Sam and Steve, strolling in to search for breakfast, ignore him. Sam veers toward the sugary cereal cabinet, Steve heads for the oversize Ironman container housing granola, and Bucky stomps his foot like a toddler.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Steve says seconds later, through an overflowing mouthful of flaxseed and yogurt. “You already agreed. You’re not backing out.”

Bucky spins around and reads the flyer again.

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“Avengers Calendar Shoot”

See below for your name and photo call timing.

Monday: Carol (10am), Wanda (2pm), Scott (6pm)

Tuesday: Rhodey (10am), Sam (2pm), Steve (6pm)

Wednesday: Tony (10am), Bruce (2pm), Natasha (6pm)

Thursday: Thor (10am), Clint (2pm), Bucky (6pm)

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Stomping his foot again, Bucky stabs the flyer with the aforementioned butter knife.

“Someone better be yankin’ my dick right now,” he warns. “I definitely didn’t agree to bare my wrinkly nut sack for the whole fucking world to see.”

Sam dry heaves over his Lucky Charms.

Steve’s now filling his Black Widow coffee mug and rolling his eyes.

“What is it with you always trying to be naked? It’s not a naked thing, it’s a charity thing. Innocent children who don’t know what an asshole you are will see this, so you better be wearing clothes,” Steve gives his mug an annoying slurp. “Besides - you already agreed. No takebacks.”

“Steve,” Bucky crisply pivots, launching metaphorical murder darts from his eyes. “We’ve talked about this. Don’t tell me how to live my life.”

“Well it was your girl who convinced everyone to do it, so good luck telling her you’re a liar.” Instead of responding, Bucky holds up a Dorito in front of Steve and peers around the silhouette. Draws a few angles in his head. “What?” Steve asks brusquely.

“Nothing,” Bucky mutters. The chip cracks between his teeth with a puff of toxic orange. “Just makin’ an observation.”

“Just wear your scary leather bondage uniform with your scary mask and stand there all scary. You don’t even need to smile,” Sam says. Spooning cereal in with one hand, his other is attempting to worm its way into Bucky’s bag of chips. Cradling the Doritos under his arm, Bucky twists away, blocking the attack.

“Good way to lose a finger. Don’t touch my things.”

Sam swallows his cereal, ignores the lethal look in Bucky’s eyes, and tries again.

Steve joins in.

And so, when you roll into the kitchen a few minutes later, here’s what you find: three Avengers, three veteran soldiers, wrestling over a bag of Doritos. Bucky has Sam in a headlock, Sam is kicking Bucky’s shins and hitting him with a milky spoon, and for some reason, Steve is dancing around trying to tickle them both.

Clearing your throat, the trio freezes.

You smile.

“Gentlemen.”

Flailing arms and legs instantly break apart. Sam and Steve have the good grace to look chastened, both stammering embarrassed apologies. Bucky simply shoves a fistful of Doritos in his mouth and smiles triumphantly. Striding over to you, he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Babe, take my side here. You don’t want the whole world to see my nut sack, right?”

“Stop saying nut sack,” Steve hisses. “Nuts are gross.”

“Maybe your nuts are gross Steve,” Sam pipes up, rubbing his shirt with a wet rag, trying to clear away Bucky’s orange powder fingerprints, “but my nuts are awesome.” After a few harsh scrubs, he sees the futility and throws the rag in Bucky’s face. Stalking from the kitchen, he shouts something about laundry wheels and Oxyclean.

When you pluck the bag of Doritos from Bucky’s grubby hands, he releases them easily and grins at your exasperation. Sidling close, he rubs up against you like a needy kitten, so you hug him tight, dipping your fingers down to squeeze his butt.

“Please do it Bucky, I already told them you would. Wear anything you want, you don’t even have to smile,” you murmur in his ear, knowing precisely which buttons to push. “And besides, I bet I’m not the only one who wants to see those pretty blue eyes. Right?”

Bucky purses his lips. Wrinkles his nose. Grumbles under his breath.

And because you’re looking at him all wide-eyed and soft, he gives in.

Like he always does.

“Fine,” he huffs. “Fine. I’ll do it for you.”

“So much drama,” Steve mumbles through his granola. Bucky lunges for him, but Steve drops his bowl in the sink and skirts past, rushing for the door. Looking back, he throws Bucky a challenging smirk, before smacking into the doorframe. There’s a brief ricochet and then he’s scurrying down the hall, laughing as he goes.

“Idiot,” Bucky mutters.

Folding your fingers behind his neck, you turn his face back to you and kiss his stubbly cheek. “Thank you. Reason number one billion and two why I love you.”

At the brush of your lips, Bucky promptly grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you in the air. Spinning around, he shuffles over to the counter and drops you on top. Settling between your legs, hands flat on the counter boxing you in, his mouth finds the open space above your shirt collar and he proceeds to kiss every square inch.

“The things I do for you,” he breathes, sucking his favorite spot along your neck. It makes you shiver, that thing he does with his tongue. “You realize now I gotta go on a diet.”

“What? No, you don’t. You look perfect.”

Disappointingly, he stops that whole talented tongue thing and leans back. Grinding your heels into his butt, you kick him, urging him to stay put. Instead, he sighs in that tragic, pay attention to me way that only Bucky Barnes can do.

“Obviously I’m perfect, so are you by the way, but the camera adds five pounds. I have to preemptively lose it.” Crinkling up his now empty bag of Doritos, he throws it at the trash can and misses by a mile. He gives you a hangdog, pathetic sort of look. “This sucks.”

Bucky Barnes, ladies and gentlemen. The most dramatic human being on the planet.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you don’t need to diet. You could weigh a thousand pounds and it wouldn’t matter, you don’t - “

“Maybe not, like, a thousand pounds,” Bucky interrupts. “That’d make sex super hard. And not good hard. Just awkward hard. You know? Like when Hagrid’s mom and dad had sex. Which I still don’t understand how that’s supposed to work and I’ve done a shitload of research on it, been on all kinds of forums and talked to some experts - there’s a guy at SHIELD who specializes in interplanetary species relationships, I don’t know if you knew that - but anyway it just makes no sense because she would have killed that little guy if he tried to bang her, and I’m sorry, that’s the tea and I’ll fucking fight anyone who disagrees.”

Pausing for breath, he looks so earnest you almost hate to stop him.

“Buck, maybe we try one day where you don’t reference Harry Potter? I know you’re a fan, but - “

“I drew some diagrams,” he continues. “Boning diagrams. But like, I still can’t get it to work.”

Staring into space, he lets his marvelous tactical brain run every scenario of sexual acrobatics required to establish the feasibility of human-giant sex.

This could go on forever. Once Bucky gets knee-deep in fan forum theories, hours will lapse before he swims up for air. Many a morning has found him still in his boxers, laptop on his knees while he smashes the keyboard, arguing with virtual enemies about the physical features of Hogwarts house founders or the complex nuances of international Wizarding trade law.

The truth is - Bucky Barnes is a god damn nerd.

Clapping your hands, you drag him back to real life.

“Focus please. You’re good to do this then? Without the diet?”

“I really really hate it,” he replies, matter of fact, “but I really really love you, so if you want me to, I guess I’m in. But I’m still losing five pounds.”

“You’re my favorite, you know that?” Slipping your hands up under his shirt, you massage the tight muscles alone his spine and he hums happily. Flashing a lazy grin, he boops your nose.

“You know what? I think you should do it too. Be so great to have a sexy poster of you for those long nights when I’m gone and can’t sleep,” he waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “If you know what I mean.”

“I’m going to pretend I don’t know what you mean.”

“Whatever. Like you don’t have a folder full of dick pics with my name on it,” he laughs.

“I wish you’d stop sending me those,” you say sternly. “You know this is my work phone.”

“So? You always need fresh material for your diddle box. Keeps the romance alive,” he says. Reaching up behind you, he tugs open the snack cabinet and rummages for a new bag of Doritos. The airtight blurp of a new jar of salsa follows.

“I’m sure I’ll regret this, but - what exactly is a diddle box?”

Massive Winter Soldier eye roll.

“All the pictures and videos and sexy shit you use to masturbate. Clearly.”

“Why do I ask you questions,” you sigh.

“I’m starting my diet tomorrow,” he answers instead, before dunking a fresh Dorito in the salsa.

*****

The next two weeks are spent with Bucky mostly eating raw vegetables and baked chicken breast and loudly commenting on the sorrows of dieting to everyone he encounters.

“You’re being ridiculous Bucky. No one told you to lose weight.”

“No,” he says glumly, crunching a celery stick with a martyred expression. “I need to be hot. Beauty is pain.”

“You are a pain.”

He sighs dramatically. Stares wistfully into the distance. Snaps a carrot in half.

“The things I do for you.”

“Jesus.”

*****

AVENGERS CALENDAR SHOOT THIS WEEK!

Remember to be on time, or we will choose the worst picture of you and print that.

We’re assholes that way.

Thanks,

Management

*****

MONDAY

(SEPTEMBER: Danvers, Carol; Captain Marvel)

Carol throws her bomber jacket over her red, blue, and gold uniform, and adds a sleek pair of vintage Ray Bans. Climbing into the cockpit of her fighter jet, she turns herself all glowy and golden, the color bouncing merrily off the control panel. Tipping her face down to the camera, she flashes the Shaka sign and gives the photographer a huge smile.

(FEBRUARY: Maximoff, Wanda; Scarlett Witch)

Wanda goes all out on all things red. Clad in a long red dress and long coat, surrounded by hundreds of red flowers - tulips and roses and carnations - she curls her fingers and everything around her begins to glow with a warm red light. When she smiles at the camera, her head tilts shyly.

(OCTOBER: Lang, Scott; Antman)

Is Scott actually in the picture or did someone spill coffee? The photographer sees a white sheet and a black spec, and scratches his head in confusion. Antman is kinda weird.

*****

TUESDAY

(NOVEMBER: Rhodes, James; War Machine)

Rhodey shows up dressed head to toe in gunmetal colored armor. When he snaps the faceplate down, the photographer timidly asks if maybe he wants to show his face. Rhodey flips the faceplate back up, reminds the photographer how badass this armor is, and says nope. He’s all good, thanks.

(APRIL: Wilson, Sam; Falcon)

Sam has spent the last few nights practicing his Zoolander pout in the bathroom mirror. He decides to wear a tight black t-shirt and comfortable jeans, with his wings spread wide, Redwing hovering beside him. At the last minute, his sultry pout melts into an animated belly laugh and they decide to use that one instead.

(JULY: Rogers, Steven; Captain America)

Steve goes back to his roots. Wearing a too small shirt and holey old jeans, he gazes pensively at the easel in front of him, glossy blond hair combed in a perfect wave. Fingers dusty with charcoal, he points to the picture he’s drawing and insists they capture it in the photo as well. They later realize he was drawing a picture of his own ass. That month gets labeled “Steve Rogers and America’s Ass”.

*****

WEDNESDAY

(MAY: Stark, Tony; Ironman)

Tony wears the bottom half of his suit and his favorite Black Sabbath t-shirt. Posing in his lab, he floats a few feet off the ground, crossing his arms and giving that trademark smirk. Scattered around him are random bits of technology and a few arc reactors, with Dum-E and a steaming platter of cheeseburgers in the background.

(JUNE: Banner, Bruce; Incredible Hulk)

Bruce looks a bit rumpled. The publicity shy scientist in him detests these things, but he’s a good sport for a good cause. Surrounded by microscopes and beakers of dazzling green liquids, he allows the teeniest quirk of his lips. Hands tucked in his pockets, messy curls fall over his forehead, and Bruce just feels happy to be included.

(JANUARY: Romanoff, Natasha; Black Widow)

Natasha asks for her photo in black and white. Dressed in shadows and tulle, she is nothing more than a dark figure against a white backdrop. On her feet, are a pair of ballet slippers, their satin ribbons looped and laced around her ankles. When she arches slowly up on pointe, her arms curve gracefully over her head and there’s an ethereal stillness about the image. Natasha is amazing.

*****

THURSDAY

(DECEMBER: Odinson, Thor; Thor)

Thor wears an enthusiastic smile when he arrives - and not much else. Dressed in a cherry red speedo, black boots, and his swirling red cape, he stands with one fist on his hip and Mjolnir held lovingly in the other. When the photographer asks about his outfit, Thor proudly describes something called “fan art” he saw online of himself wearing this outfit, mentioning how many “re-blogs” it had. He thinks he might wear this outfit more often, if that’s what the Midgardians want.

(AUGUST: Barton, Clint; Hawkeye)

Clint has a cup of coffee in one hand, a pot of coffee in the other. He wears purple sweatpants and a grey tank top and he yawns every five seconds. When asked what pose he’d like to use, he pretends his hearing-aids are broken. He lays down for a nap and the photographer goes with that.

(MARCH: Barnes, James “Bucky”; Winter Soldier)

Bucky leaves his leather bondage gear, his excessive collection of knives and guns, and his murder scowl at home. Instead, he arrives in black jeans and boots, a dark blue t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, his tousled hair brushing the collar of his jean jacket. Perched casually on the seat of his restored Harley, he looks carefree and sweet, offering that signature smile that always sets hearts aflutter.

*****

When the final photo is taken, Bucky ambles over to where you stand with the photographer, reviewing proofs. Snuggling up beside you, he moves in for a kiss and stops in surprise.

“What’s with the lipstick?” he asks, bemused. “That’s new.”

You seem momentarily flustered by the question, stuttering something about losing your chapstick and trying new things. Bucky shrugs and dives in anyway. It makes no difference to him. Painted red or completely bare, your lips are always his favorite flavor.

*****

“They’re here!”

The box of calendars lands with a thump on the kitchen counter.

“Excellent. Are we hot?” Steve asks, his mouth full of cheesy pizza.

“I’m always hot,” Sam answers, ripping into the box. “Yesterday I saw a Buzzfeed post about how hot I am, and it said 11/10 recommend.” Yanking out the pile of calendars, he throws one to Steve. “That means more than 100% would recommend. I’m beloved.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a national treasure,” Steve argues. Reaching for a calendar, he flicks impatiently until he finds himself.

Leaving the team to laugh and bicker and poke fun of each other, you grab your bag (and another small package), heading off to search for your favorite assassin slash model.

His door is cracked when you reach it, low music in the background. Knocking lightly, you push it open.

“Hey Buck. Are you busy?”

Surrounded a chaos of metal, Bucky sits cross-legged on his bedroom floor. A tin of gun oil lays open beside him, a shredded old t-shirt in hand, while he cleans and reassembles his guns. This particular task has taken him literally all day, because Bucky Barnes has yet to meet a gun he doesn’t need.

(Seriously. He needs them. All of them. Stop questioning him, Steve.)

At your voice, an adorable smile scrunches up his face. Bouncing to his feet, he leaps gracefully from the middle of the mess and scoops you up, twirling in a circle and stealing your breath with a warm kiss.

“Hey sweetheart, what’re you doin’ here?”

“Something arrived. Thought you might like to see.”

Handing over the calendar, Bucky wipes his hands on his jeans. A nervous energy makes his fingers fumble when he riffles through the pages.

He stops abruptly at March.

“Huh,” he says, observing his portrait from every angle. Turns it sideways, upside down, pinches his lip. Squints a little. Finally, he nods. “Yeah. Okay, yeah. I look pretty great. I think? Right? I don’t know, what do you think?”

It’s funny.

Sometimes, you hold your breath when you watch at him. There are these little things. The bright excitement in his eyes maybe, or the way he scratches his jaw when he gets nervous, or the absentminded way he tucks his hair behind his ear.

It does things to your heart.

“Yeah,” you say, mesmerized by those little things, “you really do.”

Bucky looks up. Sees your face and breaks into a wide grin. He loves when you look at him like this, like he’s the only thing that matters. Like he’s your whole world. Like you love him.

It does things to his heart.

Snapping the calendar shut, he flings it on his bed. Blue eyes rake you up and down and he pokes his lip out in an exaggerated pout.

“Still think you should’ve done it too,” he says. “Bet you would’a looked so hot.”

At his comment, you reach into your bag and pull something free. Silently, you hand over a second square, this one wrapped in black paper, a silver bow taped along the edge.

“What’s this?” he asks curiously.

Shrugging, your expression stays neutral.

“Open it and see.”

Like a kid on Christmas morning, he rips the paper away.

He freezes.

Blinking rapidly, he looks up. Silver fingers delicately trace the shiny picture and he swallows hard.

“Honey, is this - did you do this for me?” he asks softly. Flipping gently through each page of this special, one-of-a-kind calendar, he shakes his head in slow disbelief.

Because there you are.

Posing in March, holding his favorite confetti cupcakes adorned with birthday candles in front of your naked breasts.

Posing in July, dressed in a vintage red, white, and blue USO uniform, white boots on your feet and crackling sparklers in your hands.

Posing again in October, wearing a slutty pumpkin dress with cut-outs revealing slivers of your sweet, sexy assets.

Each picture is incredible. Full of vivid colors and your sunny smile. No air-brushing, no fake poses, just you. Indescribable and undeniably beautiful, bursting with love.

All for him.

Bucky rubs his chest absently, feeling his heart thumping with every turn of the page. And then he reaches the last month, and there’s a strangled squeak. He stares intently at the page. Looks up at you. Back to the page. Back up at you. Closes his eyes briefly.

This is it, this is his favorite, his absolute fucking favorite thing of all time, the image instantly wiping all other thoughts from his proverbial spank bank.

There.

You.

Are.

Damn.

Tacked above you is a sprig of mistletoe, a concession to the holiday theme. But it’s the outfit that does it. Black combat boots, lacy red lingerie, deep red lipstick, and an empty thigh holster. You’re pointing one of his favorite guns at the camera and giving a sly wink.

Mind-blowingly, devastatingly, breathtakingly gorgeous.

Bucky awkwardly adjusts the rising situation in his pants, raising lust-blown eyes to yours. Licking your lips, you give him a hesitant smile.

“Do you - um, do you like them?”

It makes you panic when he says nothing. He simply stares. But then he sets the calendar carefully, reverently, aside. Slipping a hand behind your neck, he hustles you backward until you bump the door, slamming it shut. His warm mouth slants over yours, that talented tongue returning to sweep over your lips. The kiss is hot and frantic, tinged with an edge of wild excitement. When he finally breaks away, his voice is low, dark gravel in your ear.

“Listen. I’m gonna need you to get all those outfits and put on every,” he kisses your throat, “single,” he trails his lips up to your jawline, “one,” and now he’s panting in your ear, “and then I wanna take pictures of me taking everything off, before I fuck you so damn good. How’s that sound?”

Sliding a hand between his legs, your answer makes him tremble.

“Sounds like a deal.”

*****

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[supertweetycherry]

DIE HARD || [iii. Feeling Helpless]

—Pairings: BTS x OC

—Genre: BTS Mafia Au, Slight Fluff, Angst (a lot of it), Heartbreak, Thriller

—Ratings: 18+ | MA Content | R

—Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of Prostitution, Bad boy behaviour, a bit of Abuse and lot of angry screaming.

—Summary: She belong to them. They belong to her. It’s simple as that. Period.

—Word Count: 4.9k

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 Chapter 2 - Feeling Helpless

Ring. Ring.

A loud ringing noise echoed in the room as Yoona slept blissfully on her bed. Her dark hair sprawled all over her pillow, and her limbs carelessly spread across the bed. Her comforter was nearly off the edges while her body was bent in an odd angle.

Ring. Ring.

There it was again. That sound. It was followed by a buzz of vibration that shook her tummy.

“Ughh... stop!” She groaned out, but to her dismay, the sound continued to disturb her peaceful slumber.

Slowly opening one of her eyes, she looked at her surroundings and blinked. The room was flooded with the strong sunlight coming from her tall windows. She had to squint her eyes a bit, to see where she was. An empty alcohol bottle was digging into her side as she moved her heavy limbs around, trying to get some stretch in. Luckily, the bottle managed to roll away only to find her hand collide with something squashy.

“Wha—” She looked at her fingers to see a thin layer of white icing. Suddenly, her head swung to her right to see a squashed cupcake, coating the right side of her bed.

She groaned, again. It was sticking flat against her bedsheet, spreading its creamy substance all over her bed.

How the fuck did this even get here?

“This is why I should stop bringing alcohol in this house.” She muttered to herself, before pulling her body up to a sitting position. Her head was buzzing with a strong migraine and her tummy felt like she was gonna hurl any second now.

Ring. Ring.

That sound was back. Still in her dazed state, she reached out to the source of the ringing. It was lying on her tummy, vibrating in full speed. Surprisingly, she didn’t mind it. The thing was giving her a massage, who is she to complain?

“Hello?” Her own voice sounded scratchy and hoarse. Exactly how much of the crying did she do last night?

“Yuri!” Yoona flinched as the loud voice of the person nearly damaged her ear drums. It boosted up her oncoming migraine.

“Suzy?”

“Where the hell are you?! It’s 10am in the morning! Ji-Soo is going crazy with all of us. Do you have any idea what’s going on? Everything is—”

Yoona blinked blankly at the phone. Her colleague slash friend was still barking into the phone continuously without stopping. Yoona had already stopped listening when Ji-Soo was mentioned. After wasting away her birthday night in alcohol, Lee Ji-Soo was the last person that Yoona would expect to pop up. But, apparently she did... only in two minutes of waking up.

“—you were supposed to be here! Now, I’m overloaded with all the extra work. The news has also been—”

The 26 year old wondered if she should cut the phone or let her friend talk. The words stopped making sense to her a long time ago.

“—been raining down on us. You need to check the news and come straight to the building now! Something serious is happening. The whole building is in—”

“Suzy!” Yoona finally exclaimed, cutting her friend off. “I’m coming. Just please, stop shouting.”

The plea itself sounded like a strained groan.

“But—Fine! Check the news before you reach here. It’s chaos up here.”

“Okay.”

Yoona didn’t wait for a goodbye. She cut the call before her head could explode from her friend’s loud voice.

Suzy Bae. The only cutest ball but yet, the most reactive girl in Yoona’s life. She has been the only good thing in Yoona’s life for the past 4 years. The girl was only two years younger than her but still quite competitive. She reminded Yoona of her youngest lover, Jungkook. They both were quite reactive to situations and annoyed the hell out of her most of the time.

‘Aigoo... my chubby little princess looks so cute and fluffy in her poofy dress.’

Yoona shook her head. There’s no way she’s going down that memory lane again. Her resistance level is very close to zero. She needs to build her walls back up to their previous glory so they won’t get smashed down by her uncle’s family again.

Still cursing her growing headache, she quickly cleaned the spoiled bed and got herself ready for work. Her bruises were still raw which just made her day even more worst than any other day she has ever had.

“Alright..” She said as she stared at her screwed up reflection in the giant mirror. Her eyes are definitely puffy and red from all that crying she did last night. There are dark circles under her eyes but nothing major. Makeup could fix that in a second. And her skin colour looked dull, but again, that’s how it is on her bad days.

“Okay, Day 1 of being a 26 year old... I can do this.”

And with that, she did. Within a span of one hour, she was done and ready to head off to work. Quickly pressing over her fine, collared white shirt and black skinny pants, she left the room. Turning on the stove for some breakfast, she let the TV play on a news channel. Suzy’s demands were still ringing in her head.

‘Watch the news.’

She wondered what was so important on the news that made Suzy turn into such as hyper-screaming mess.

“—Now, with the recent reports coming in, the infamous notorious criminal gang ‘Bangtan’ has struck again in South Korea—”

Hold up. Her hands stopped in mid-air, the egg only inches away from being cracked open. Did she hear it correctly? They said ‘Bangtan’ right? As in the ‘Bangtan’ gang that has been terrorizing the world ever since they have surfaced two years ago?

Turning the stove off, she headed to her living room where a middle aged women gave out the latest news on the screen. She turned up the volume so she could hear more clearly.

“—A women named Jung Jae-hee, the acting executive director of Lee Enterprise in South Korea, was recently found dead in her house. It has been only few hours since her discovery and already, the reports indicates that the women was tortured and brutally beaten to death before a close family member discovered her corpse. The local law enforcements ruled out the death to be a vengeful murder by the notorious gang ‘Bangtan’. Clear evidence haven’t been identified to support this claim yet but an inside source reported the similar markings on the women’s body has been seen before in other victims that comes under the wrath of Bangtan—”

Yoona narrowed her eyes at the name. Bangtan. The name itself sounded familiar to her but also at the same time, foreign. The gang is a notorious group of killers that have been dominating the world ever since they surfaced two years. They weren’t just a terror in Korea, their gang name has been a widely known name around the whole of Asia and up here in the states too. Their activities goes deeper than just normal drug smuggling, money laundering or loan sharking.

Yoona didn’t know much about them but, she knew enough to stay away from their paths.

She was just about to shake it off is when a thought struck her.

Jung Jae-Hee. Why does that name sound so familiar? Wait—Isn’t she the... Shit!

She gasped. Oh boy, no wonder Suzy was a screaming mess. Forget the food, she needs to get to the office. Now!

                                                       ********

“This doesn’t seem good.” Yoona said aloud as they stared at the chaos in the office. Every employee was scrambling into different directions with no regards to each other.

“Ya think?!” Her friend retorted from beside her. “Our old boss just got killed in her home country. It’s obvious everyone will be in a panicking state.”

Yoona glanced back at Suzy in worry. Her beautiful friend was glaring at everything in sight. With her long, silky black hair up in a loose pony tail and long strands of bangs covering her forehead, the girl looked livid and cute all at the same time. She was dressed in a proper pristine full sleeve blouse with a black pencil skirt, complimenting her petite figure. Pretty different to what Yoona was wearing.

A small sigh escaped Yoona’s lips. “I don’t know what to say...”

“Well, I know one thing. I don’t think I’m ever going back to South Korea again.” Suzy declared, her lips pouting in sadness. “Too many murders for my poor heart to take on. I’m a heart patient you people!”

Yoona chuckled at her friend’s antics.

“YURI!”

Yoona jumped at the new voice, her head already ringing with the high octanes in the voice.

‘Yuri’ was her mother’s maiden name that she adopted when her real identity as ‘Lee Yoona’ was erased. She joined the family of ‘Kim’, making her ‘Kim Yuri’, and became the orphaned, petty, poor girl who used her cunning ways in bed to get a job at Lee Enterprise. It was horrifying and disgusting that people actually believed this kind of shit these days.

“That is not good.” Suzy commented as Yoona peeked at the person who has called her out.

Daniel. Fucking Daniel.

“Shit, it’s him. Run!” And so they did.

But like they say that trouble finds you at every corner, Yoona’s worst trouble found her too.

Lee Ji-Soo.

The ultimate prodigy of the wicked witch of the west. And also, her little cousin.

The girl was the second child of Lee Sung Woo and one of the biggest tormentor in Yoona’s life. She was only few years younger than Yoona, almost at Suzy’s age, and already has a wicked ego. She was tall and naturally pretty. Her mind was sharp but also at the same she was easily influenced and angered which causes her emotions to take over her hazy mind. Yoona had tried to connect with Ji-Soo on so many different levels, but the bossy, obnoxious girl was never interested.

“Ji-Soo...” The girl was standing near Yoona’s desk. She was dressed in the most whitest clothes Yoona has ever seen on her. It spilled with fake purity. Even the Chanel earring in her left ear couldn’t match to it.

Suzy, who had already seen a storm brewing in Yoona’s cousin’s eyes, had already ducked out of sight to avoid the hissing serpent. Daniel, the person they were running from, had stopped too and had turned back around to the way he came from.

Ji-soo’s anger is known to be a legend in this building. No-one was a match for her. Anyone who dares to come across Ji-soo’s wrath, is burned alive. And right now, Yoona seems to be right in the middle of it.

“Where are the files?!” She demanded, face contorting into anger as everyone else around them stopped and stared. Why wouldn’t they? The young girl was one of their bosses.

It’s ironic how Yoona is treated as a mere servant in her own father’s company. It was named after her family name. The Lee Enterprise. It wasn’t just a business. It was an empire built by her great grandfather through blood, sweat and tears. It was passed along to her own father who pulled the company to new heights with strong alliances and strong values. But after his death, it was now run by her uncle.

Since, she’s practically dead to the world, she could never inherit her father’s company again. It’s something she regrets now.

“Answer me!”

Yoona looked at her cousin in confusion. Did something happen?

“What files?”

“Files for Aria, Yuri!”

Yoona wacked her brain at the familiar name. Aria... Aria... ARIA Resort & Casino!

“You mean... the casino?”

“Yes!” She was being impatient.

“I don’t know where the files are.” Yoona shrugged. It wasn’t under her job to take care of such important files. She was just a mere personnel support in the office. A little servant trying to find her way in this building. Even though she has a high-class business degree and masters under her name, she will always be treated as Kim Yuri, the little spawn of a dead whore.

“They were on your desk!” She screeched.

“No, they weren’t.”

“Lier!”

“Honestly Ji-Soo, I have the lowest clearance in this building. Do you really think I will have such important files in my grip? Aren’t they supposed to be in your father’s office?”

ARIA Resort & Casino is a luxury building dedicated to its given name and located in Las Vegas, Nevada. Its only an hour away from here by plane. The huge, mega complex building was originally owned by an American entertainment industry which turned out to be another counterpart of Kim Industries. But after that tragic night, and the death of all Kim’s heirs, the ownership was lost. Not only for the casino but also for many other assets that Kim industries had owned. In the end, the casino was passed around in many different hands before landing into the hands of Lee Enterprise. And for the past six years, it has been her uncle’s play baby.

“They’re not in his office.” This time, Ji-Soo’s voice was laced with worry. But then, the anger returned. “I know you have them.”

Yoona sighed. She rubbed her head in irritation.

“No. I don’t have them.”

“Don’t lie to me, Yuri!” The younger screeched, grabbing Yoona’s arm in the process. The older winced at the sudden pain that came from the bruises on her arm. “You don’t want me to tell Omma about this, do you?” She threatened with small wild smile.

Yoona glared at the younger women. That girl knew how much her mother despises Yoona and would love to beat her up at any given chance.

“Ji-Soo...” another voice interrupted them.

Both of them turned to the new voice and gulped. The voice belonged to a tall boy with dark golden brown hair locks, and a piercing look that instantly broke the skin-to-skin contact they had with each other.

Yoona had to ball up her hands into little fists to avoid feeling scared. The tall boy was her older cousin. He was dressed in a tight blue suit that covered every inch of his body. The expensive Goldmark watch on his right wrist was sparkling as the long scarf in his neck complimented his looks.

To others he might seem ethereal, but to her, he was pure evil.

“Tae-min oppa...” Ji-Soo called out to her older brother.

Yoona avoided looking at the man. She unconsciously covered her right arm, where the result of his tight grip on her from two days ago showed.

“Leave her.” He said, flicking his hair to the side. His slightly bulky body looked lean and relaxed. “Come. We have somewhere important to be.”

The man’s voice was laced with sweetness and seemed calm. That’s what scared Yoona the most. His calm demeanour that could change into something completely different in a simple second.

“But—”Ji-Soo didn’t dare to continue. Her brother’s eyes had slightly narrowed. She gulped and glanced at Yoona in fury before stalking after her older brother.

The only thing Yoona could do was sigh and thank the gods for saving her again from the endless pain.

                                                      ********

Lee Sung-Woo, the current head of Lee Enterprise, sighed as he rested his head back against the soft, leather chair. He could hear his kids entering the room but he didn’t bother acknowledging them. They were mature enough to understand that their father was stressed.

Being the head of Lee Enterprise is a hard, challenging job. Not only the company was one of the top companies in the world, it was also the foundation of a large empire built in the underworld. The main family line within the circle of the best of the best. A circle that was broken and re-formed again with new masters. But now, something new was challenging the empire. Something that is ready to topple them off. And he didn’t like that one bit.

“Dad..” he heard his eldest speak. “We can still fix this. You don’t have to take on stress.”

Sung-Woo hummed at his son’s words. The boy was always the calm one. The one who stayed patient till the end before loosing his shit and letting his demons out to rule. “I have put my best men on this. We will know who actually killed Jae-Hee.”

“I know, Tae-min.” The older man spoke. “You would never disappoint me. But I’m not worried about the girl’s death. She’s an easy replacement.”

Something twitched in the golden haired boy. Jae-Hee wasn’t just any girl to him. She was special, but he didn’t dare go against his father.

“Is it the ARIA files then?” Ji-Soo spoke up, nervousness seeping into her tone.

Sung-woo’s anger flared at the mention of his play baby. Those files were important. They were the property papers for ARIA.

“Have you found them yet?”

Ji-Soo shivered at her father’s hard tone. She pursed her lips and shook her head. She didn’t need to say anything because he can see her.

“You better hope they are just misplaced. If something happens to ARIA, I will not forgive you for this, Ji-Soo.” The older man warned his daughter.

Ji-Soo felt her body freeze. Her eyes widening at the implications of his words. He wouldn’t hurt his own daughter, right?

“It’s not her fault, dad.” His son spoke up, defending his little sister. “I think they have been stolen.”

A stab of fear hit Sung-Woo. What kind of force was he dealing with? This building is under strict security 24/7. There were guards everywhere. There were high-tech cameras in every part and corner of this building. It’s impossible for someone to steal the files. He really hoped that his daughter has just misplaced them.

“We’ll talk about them later. Right now, I have to introduce you both to some people.”

They looked at each other in confusion.

“Who?”

Sung-Woo didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed a button underneath his table and the back wall opened up into a series of giant screens covering every inch of the wall space. A loud click was heard as the room’s door locked itself electronically and the windows turned into a smokey grey colour, completely cutting off the view inside the office.

“It’s time for you both to meet The Circle.”

                                                      ********

The city of Los Angeles was buzzing with life. With it being one of the most populous city in all of California, the nightlife here was tremendously as lavish and expensive as they say. Having so many of entertainment industries under its boundaries and one of the best-class casinos, hotels and clubs, it is no-wonder that the heart of this city was completely submerged into the gambling and dealings of the underworld.

“Welcome to Dream Glow. Please enjoy your stay here.”

Kim Minseok smiled as he entered the large lavish building. Dream Glow. He chuckled. The name itself was grand and majestic as its owner.

“Wow. She really did turn this place around, didn’t she?” His little brother, Kim Jongin, commented as the younger male’s eyes travelled up to the outstanding classic decor. Minseok was also a little impressed. She really did a great job on this place. No wonder it’s brimming with customers.

Nodding his head in acceptance, he proceeded to go deeper into the building to find the egoistical, self-loving cousin of his that he hasn’t seen for a while. The visit itself was quite a surprise to him. Not to mention, the task he was given raised few red flags in his head.

“You sure he’s here?” Jongin asked beside him. The younger boy was eyeing the large room they had just entered in.

It was decorated in the most dark and vibrant colours he has ever seen. The Neon lights from above were giving it an extra glow, just like its name.

“Absolutely.” Minseok replied as they further stepped into the room.

The room was filled with rich men gambling, dancing, laughing and spilling their guts over the little female candies that sat beside them. These females were personally hired to pleasure these people in every way possible.

“Well, Well, well, look who it is...” a voice sang behind them.

“Hello, Charlie.” Minseok called out, not even needing to face the women that has appeared in the most darkest shade of red. Her hair were curled up into the most elegant beach waves ever seen, long diamond earrings complimenting her dress, and the perfect dark, smokey makeup that covered all of her flaws, seemingly making her look flawless.

The women looked at him with her strong gaze. She gasped mockingly.

“The big bad Xiumin? Here in my club? Oh heavens, my death has finally come upon me.”

Minseok rolled his eyes at the women. She was always so dramatic.

“Where is he?” He demanded. The women chuckled, her dark orbs glistening in the neon lights.

“Impatient are we?” She mocked with a little pout. “Come on, we just met after such a long time. Let’s have a little fun.”

A perfectly manicured hand slithered up-to his upper chest, caressing the hard muscles beneath it and rubbing over the hard abs that can be felt with one soft touch. He didn’t react. He could feel his younger brother’s muffled laughter from behind him.

“Charlie, where is Jin?” The tone was hard and clear this time. It made the women pout harder.

“Oh bummer. You’re such a party pooper. Jin was right. You will never change.”

And with that she unlatched her hand from his body and proceeded to the younger Kim who looked a bit shocked at the sudden changeover. “He’s in the private booths to the far corner, away from everyone else.” Minseok looked at the direction she pointed at. “You should go darling, he wants you alone. And don’t worry about your brother, I will play with him.” She said as she worked her magic on Jongin who was always a sucker for a little touch-n-touch anytime and anywhere.

Minseok groaned as a small purr came out from her lips. He shook his head and left the two to their mechanisms. Dream Glow Casino was a trusted place. His brother will be fine.

                                                     ********

As soon as Minseok reached the booth, he was greeted by a familiar looking blonde boy who was dressed into the most simplest but custom made pink shirt and fancy white pants. His neck held a thin simple silver chain while his right hand was adorned with various rings. One in particular standing out. The dark red ruby.

His handsome face was a true fairytale beauty and way too alluring to the female candies that sat either side of him. They were all over him, being shameless from every angle while the beautiful blonde boy himself stared hungrily at them. His soft, pink, plump lips already working their way against their necks.

“Jin.”

The boy stopped and looked up. He then beamed a bright smile at Minseok.

“Hyung... come, come. Sit with us.” The boy invited, gesturing to the vacant seat in front of him. “We were just talking about you.”

The elder raised an eye brow in question. But none the less, he took a seat with his cousin.

“Did you bring what I asked for, hyung?” The boy asked innocently, lightly tapping his slender fingers on the girl’s shoulders on his right. The hired candy just purred in satisfaction as she bathed in the attention she was receiving from the fairytale prince. Who thought a man like him could ever exist in this world?

Minseok pulled out a small stack of papers all stapled together. He slided them across the table to his cousin.

“It’s yours now.” Minseok smiled as he pointed to the transfer papers. “You are the new owner of ARIA Resort & Casino. Congrats, Jin. You finally got what you wanted.”

A small smirk appeared on his cousin’s face. The boy looked at the papers in total awe. His dark brown eyes scanning over every bit of the papers that now rested in his grip safely. One of his candies tried to grab his attention again but he smacked her off lightly, scolding her with his eyes.

Minseok felt a bit uncomfortable with his cousin and his female companions. He had never gotten used to this personality change in his younger cousin since that night.

Heartbreak is such a cruel thing that can happen to a person.

“You are lucky that I didn’t have to do much.” Minseok continued. “It was an easy grab in. No strings attached.”

His cousin smiled.

“Thank you, hyung. I own you one.” The boy said happily, passing the document to his guard that had appeared out of nowhere. “How’s little kai?”

“Little Kai is enjoying his time with Charlie.”

“Oh...”

A set of giggles erupted from the two ladies. His cousin was really doing wonders on them.

“Jin?”

“Hmm..”

Minseok contemplated if he should ask the question. Would the boy get angry?

“Why are you doing this? Why go after Lee Enterprise now?”

The reaction was instant. The boy who was just flirting and nose booping the candy beside him, stopped instantly. A thin line appeared on his lips while his orbs shifted. His hand wavered at the girl’s face before retracing back to the table.

Minseok didn’t feel anything when his cousin’s dark brown orbs glided to his face. He was not afraid of Kim Seokjin. They were family. Although, he was afraid of the crazy, maniac glint that had appeared in the younger’s eyes.

“It’s simple.” The boy replied, pinning his elder with his steely gaze. “I want my investment back.”

Minseok shook his head in denial. There was something that his cousin wasn’t telling him.

“No... I don’t believe you.” He countered, crossing his arms over his chest. His cousin’s head tilted in question. “Jin, I know you since you were little. All these years, even before that night, you refused to touch the company. You never tried to take over it. Not even the boys could change your mind. Infact, you helped it grow, stuffing its body with heaps of money, connections, assets and power. It has been your very own giant teddy bear for the past ten years. And now suddenly, you decided that you want your teddy back?”

A flicker of smile appeared on his younger cousin’s face. The blonde boy stretched his lips wider and wider, until he was laughing. There was a dark undertone to his windshield laugh.

“Oh hyung... you’re so observant.” The man spoke. “Is it too bad to have my teddy back in my arms again?” He asked, cuddling to the Candies beside him. But this time, his touch was a little rough and the girls felt it. But they still continued to smile.

“Jin, I’m serious.” Minseok warned. “What the hell are you planning?”

“You make me seem like a bad guy, hyung.”

“You are the bad guy, Jin.”

Minseok was truly worried for the golden company. The boy infront of him wasn’t the same boy anymore. He was being selfish. Lee Enterprise was the last thing that remained of Yoona. He can’t let the boy destroy it just like that. Atleast, not without a valid reason.

The grip on the two girls’s shoulders was increasing in strength. Their smiles were faltering with every passing second. Soon, they were squirming in his grip.

“Jin, you are hurting them.” Minseok warned, noticing the two girls’s discomfort.

The blonde boy instantly loosened his grip on them. He looked shockingly at his two candies and then at his elder cousin.

“I’m sorry, Hyung.” He apologised. “I didn’t realise what I was doing.” He then looked at his two candies with a mocking pout gracing his lips. “I’m sorry, girls. Please don’t hate me. I didn’t mean too. I’m not the bad guy. I just got lost there for a second.”

The female companions were spooked by his suddenly weird behaviour. But none-the-less they nodded and continued to snuggle up to him.

However, the guard behind them looked depressed. He shook his head in defeat before walking off to make a quick call to the owner of ‘Dream Glow’ for a very heart-filled apology and the scene that’s about to be happened.

“Jin...�� Minseok called out. He was not going to give up.

“Hyung...” The boy looked up.

“Please Jin, whatever you are planning, just drop it. Yoona will not be happy.”

A sudden chill dropped around them. At the mention of the dead girl, his cousin’s features changed. The dark brown eyes turned moist and a broken, pained look appeared in them. Minseok regretted saying the name.

“I think you should leave, hyung.” The boy spoke, biting his bottom lip. “And again, I apologise for the rude behaviour.”

“But jin—” the elder stopped. He didn’t dare to go against the evil glint that has appeared in his cousin’s eyes.

“Go enjoy with Kai.”

And he did. Not the enjoying part, but he did leave the booth, ignoring the loud cries of pain from the girls that followed after.

God bless their souls.

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[casualmaraudering]

a little text fic, prompt provided by @starstruck4moony <3

Remus Lupin

Sunday, 10:15AM

Sirius Black: hey, a friend told me you have a dog to give away?

11:10AM

Remus Lupin: yeah! lily has mentioned she said something to a few people. i’m guessing you’re interested in taking him?

You can now message and call each other.

11:11AM

Sirius Black: YES!!! i love dogs sm

Sirius Black: what’s his name?? do you have pictures??

Sirius Black: i mean i love him already but i require pictures

Remus Lupin sent a photo.

Remus Lupin: oh i call him Archie! though he’s small enough that you can change it if you want to

Sirius Black: ARCHIE????? THATS SO CUTE HOLY FUCK

Sirius Black: im in love

marauder squad

11:13AM

pads: RED

pads: why didnt you tell me the puppy guy is hot?????

prongs: oh boy here we go again

pads: he’s so fucking gorgeous?????

pads: he has CURLS

pads: and FRECKLES!!!!

wormy: is sirius being gay again

pads: why didnt you ever mention you have a cute friend 

redhind: cause i knew you’d do this

pads: STILL

pads: im hopelessly homosexual lily he might be the love of my life 

redhind: see there’s the thing

pads: he’s straight isn’t he

redhind: i don’t know

redhind: i can try my best to find out for you

pads: i love you lily

prongs: oi

pads: you dont have any cute boy friends prongs, go away

prongs: >:(

Remus Lupin

11.20AM

Remus Lupin: so when do you wanna get him?

Sirius Black: does next week work?? im not at home til next Friday

Remus Lupin: ah yeah sure! 

Remus Lupin: holiday?

Sirius Black: wedding

Sirius Black: my uncle and his partner are getting married and i wouldn’t dare miss it

Sirius Black: and as a gay man he has a flare for blowing things out of proportion so instead of a regular wedding it’s a full week long getaway

Remus Lupin: god i wish

Remus Lupin: stuck in London studying for finals :/

Sirius Black: #cantrelate i’m an art student we don’t get those lol

Remus Lupin: rude

Sirius Black: what do you major?

Remus Lupin: English lit

Sirius Black: so you’re a nerd huh

Remus Lupin: i just like books

Sirius Black: nephew duties call, gotta go

Sirius Black: goodbye nerd boy

Remus Lupin

5:45PM

Sirius Black: how is my darling doing

Remus Lupin: he’s napping rn, we just came back from a walk

Sirius Black: that’s not what i asked

Remus Lupin: ??

Remus Lupin: oh

Sirius Black: ;)

Remus Lupin: do you always call strangers your darlings?

Sirius Black: only when they’re as gorgeous as you

Remus Lupin: now you’re just lying

Sirius Black:??? no i’m not

Sirius Black: as the homosexual of the group my opinion is the most trusted when it comes to cute boys

Sirius Black: and you my dear are cute as all fuck

Remus Lupin: that’s nice of you to say

Sirius Black: and it’s true. you’re both cute and hot and apparently smart too since eng lit, so don’t put yourself down

Sirius Black: and i mean since this is all out here already i’m not just saying it to be polite, i really am attracted to you and it’s been nice talking to you so far and i know it’s a long shot cause i don’t even know if you like guys but i wouldn’t mind getting coffee together someday if you want

Lily Evans

6:30PM

raging homosexual: FUCK

raging homosexual: LILY I FUCKED UP BAD

raging feminist: ???

raging homosexual: I ASKED THE PUPPY GUY OUT AND ITS BEEN LIKE HALF HOUR AND HE JUST LEFT ME ON READ

raging feminist: oh god sirius

raging homosexual: HES CUTE AND LIKES DOGS I PANICKED

Remus Lupin

7:50PM

Sirius Black: hey, i’m sorry about that, i didn’t mean to freak you out or anything, people do say i’m too impulsive at times haha

Sirius Black: can we please just forget that happened? i swear i won’t hit on you since it makes you uncomfortable

Sirius Black: i’ll get Archie next Friday and then you don’t have to see me again

James Potter

10:20PM

prongs: stop sulking

padfoot: i’m not sulking

prongs: i can see what you’re listening to on spotify y’know?

prongs: you’ve had ‘sad gay time’ on repeat for two hours

prongs: i know that dude is pretty or whatever but he’s not the last cute guy you’ll meet

padfoot: yeah i know

padfoot: idk it just hits me sometimes

padfoot: like it’s not even him it’s just,,,, im feeling like shit in general cause that made me think about my life

padfoot: you have lily and sometimes when i look at you i want something like that too and i’m worried i won’t ever get that

padfoot: im 19 and never even kissed anyone

prongs: and that’s normal, things take time sometimes

prongs: the right guy will come eventually, trust me

prongs: 19 is really young still, there’s literally ages for you to find the right guy for you

prongs: you’re the most amazing guy i know, you’ll find someone

padfoot: thanks james

prongs: come to my room? we can play mario kart

prongs: i have popcorn

padfoot: sure

Remus Lupin

Monday, 8.20AM

Remus Lupin: god i am so so sorry i just left like that i swear i didn’t mean to

Remus Lupin: i have this weird condition, and sometimes it acts up really unexpectedly to the point where i can’t even look at my phone cause i have such a bad migraine and i really meant to reply but it got so bad that i could barely move i am so sorry

Sirius Black: are you okay now??

Remus Lupin: yeah, it’s better

Remus Lupin: not amazing but better

Remus Lupin: that’s why i’m giving away Archie, too

Remus Lupin: an auntie gave him to me and while i’d love to have a dog, i can’t really care for one that well 

Remus Lupin: again, i’m so sorry, it was the worst timing possible

Sirius Black: it’s fine! i’m just glad you’re okay

Remus Lupin: and.. if the offer still stands, i’d really like to get coffee with you sometime

Sirius Black: really??

Remus Lupin: yeah

Remus Lupin: only for Archie’s sake, of course

Remus Lupin: he’s quite attached to me already, so i need to make sure you treat him well

Sirius Black: oh yes, absolutely

Sirius Black: you’ll have to stop by my flat, to see if it’s right for him

Remus Lupin: i hope your bed is soft enough for him, he hates sleeping alone

Sirius Black: you’ll just have to check for yourself

You changed Remus Lupin’s nickname to: cute puppy dad

Remus Lupin changed your nickname to: my puppy daddy

#i dont like it that much but also i dont hate it lol #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #the marauders #my tag #its not the worst thing i ever wrote i guess #and it is rather short #might write a longer version someday #im much better at existential sad drama than casual things sjdfsd

[anoutlandishfanfic]

Going Up. Ch 3.

The Premise: Short. To the point. Unbeta’d.  You can find previous chapters here or over here at AO3.

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Two Hours Later; almost 10am.

“So, what does Mr Beauchamp do?”

I inhaled sharply, choking on my own saliva as I sputtered stupidly, “What?!”

“You’re wearin’ his ring, aye?” Jamie explained, but his eyes widened as he immediately regretted his words. “Oh God! Is he no’ alive? I’m so sorry, Sassenach! I didna mean anythin’ by it.”

“No, it’s alright,” I coughed.

It wasn’t, really, and my relationship status was something I wanted to avoid discussing at all possible cost, but my cellmate didn't seem to be the type for idle gossip and the truth would be out in full circulation soon enough on its own.

“My husband is alive,” I hedged, all the while wishing he wasn’t, “but Mr Beauchamp would be my father and he died when I was five.”

Jamie’s face softened, knowing the pain of losing a parent first hand as he murmured, “I’m so sorry, lass.”

“Thank you,” I acknowledged with half a smile, that particular emotional wound not nearly as painful as the one my husband had recently inflicted.

“How’d it happen?”

“A crash… he and my mother were killed by a drunk driver while we were visiting my uncle in California.”

“Christ, Claire,” he wheezed. “I should no’ have asked.”

No, you bloody shouldn’t have, but here we are.

A rather uncomfortable silence followed my companion’s pronouncement, broken only by his heavy sigh several moments later.

“So, what’s he do?” 

I caught the hint of self-deprecating good humor in his question. 

“This husband of yours who’s verra much alive?”

“He’s a history professor at Harvard,” I offered up around a quickly growing lump in the back of my throat.

I tried to divert the topic slightly and began to spew Frank’s achievements, beginning with his upcoming tenure and ending with his four-book contract with Harper Collins.

“He’s written two so far… the latest was about French philosophy and how it pertains to ancient Egyptian religious practices.”

Jame gave a vague sound of interest at this— though his eyes betrayed the fact that he had no earthly idea as to how the two connected— and nodded appropriately  

“I didn’t take his name when we married…  but it’s Randall... Frank Randall,” I slowly came to a stop, my words ceasing as his name sat heavy on my lips, their bitter taste blocking out any further discussion.

My companion stiffened as he tossed me a wary look, “Any relation to Jack Randall?”

“Unfortunately,” I responded slowly, entirely willing for our conversation to completely derail on the topic of the bad apple in my husband’s family. 

“He’s Frank’s nephew.”

“Nephew?!”

“Frank’s the seventh of nine children… Jack’s father is the eldest and sixteen years his senior,” I shrugged, having had to explain my husband’s relationship with the infamous Black Jack Randall several times.

“You know Jack, then?”

“Unfortunately,” Jamie echoed my begrudging admittance, but his distaste for the degenerate seemed to outweigh mine.

I didn’t know that was possible.

He shook his head quickly with a forced smile tugging at his lips and redirected us to the very point of interest I’d been trying desperately to avoid.

“So, how long have you an’ Frank been together?

“Almost eight years,” my tongue felt thick, gagging me with every promise that my husband had broken.

“We were together six months before he proposed and then married four months after that…”

“Quite the whirlwind romance,” Jamie quipped when I didn’t continue, eager to get the conversation off him and back to me. “Maybe his next book should be your story, Sassenach. A wee bit easier to follow than Franco-Egyptian philosophy, aye?”

“Yes, well,” I choked, my voice sounding nothing like my own, “he, er… he asked me for a divorce last week.”

A wordless groan left his lips, sounding very much like I’d punched him in the gut… a feeling I knew well.

I sniffed, tipping my head back and staring at the ceiling above us as I tried to stem the onslaught of bitter tears that threatened to fall.

“We barely saw each other while I was in med school… he was busy with his own courses and trips abroad and once I finished, he wanted to start a family,” I rambled.

“We’ve been trying for the last six months but it hasn’t happened and now — out of the fucking blue — he tells me that he’s been having an affair with that grad student of his and she’s bloody pregnant.”

“I should no’ have asked,” Jamie lifted his hands as he shook his head, completely buckling under the emotional weight of my situation, “I’m sae sorry, tis none of my business.”

“It isn’t,” I shrugged, raking the sleeve of my sweater across my eyes and turned back to look at him for the first time. I found him to be as contrite as he professed to be, his face wrenched up in concern and remorse and I added, “but it’s nice to have someone to talk to.”

A slow, compassionate smile lit his eyes as he agreed, “Aye, ‘tis… but please ken that I will never breathe a word of anything you’ve shared wi’ me.”

I nodded, a wobbly smile of my own appearing on my lips as I thanked him. We fell into a more comfortable silence for awhile but, soon, I found myself sharing even more of my frustrations.

“Most of our friends have stopped responding to my texts, they avoid me at the supermarket... one all but knocked over an end-case display yesterday in her haste to get out of the same aisle.”

Jamie growled something low in the back of his throat and I didn’t need to speak the language to understand his opinion of the situation.

“You dinna have anyone doin’ that to you here, do you?”

“No, only my nurse has met him… and she’s ready to lynch him from the nearest tree.”

Jillian had immediately risen to my defense when I’d told her, offering up her spare room for me to bunk in until I could find a flat of my own, and didn't hesitate to voice her distaste for my soon to be ex-husband. 

He nodded, one brow lifting in approval, “I see.”

What made this man so bloody remarkable was that I could tell that he really did see… he felt complete empathy for what I was going through.

Maybe he’d loved and lost too.

“Enough about me,” I sniffed loudly, changing the subject entirely, “what about you?”

“There isna much to speak off,” Jamie shrugged.

“No significant other?”

“No, er,” his hand lifted to the back of his neck, pulling at it as his gaze dropped to the floor, “not any more.”

“Ah,” my brows rose. “I see.”

“She’s the reason I moved to Boston, actually.”

“Really?”

“Aye,” he grimaced. “The lass routinely broke the restraining order I had in place… an’ I couldna bear the thought of her bein’ jailed for it… so I left an’ didna tell her where I was going.”

“Oh God,” my hands flew to my lips, thanking the good Lord that I hadn’t had to deal with that legality in the sudden demise of my marriage.

“What’s her name?”

“Laoghaire.”

#outlander fanfic #going up au #going up ch 3

[sea-salted-wolverine]

Okay so last week was a shitkicker and was literally so bad I spent the better part of the week trying to delude myself into thinking it was a good day. Like, we're talking, "the sun is shining and I'm here to see it so today is a good day" and "I'm having a bad day- fuck me I am not haveing a bad day- I'm having a good day- I'm not having a bad day". Denial is a powerful tool for mental health, apply judiciously. I get that everyone on earth is kinda having a shitty year but it feels like things just kinda escalated in my little corner

The 7th had a huge snow storm that brought traffic to a stand still. No one could leave the house and university class was online anyway. Batshit customer demanded to pick up her gear anyway. I drove in because I was the only person with keys to the shop that could get to the building. It took me a solid 2 hours going 15mph on the highway. The snow in the parking lot was up past the fenders of my truck. Crazy lady gets 10 out of 18 of her survival suits back but the other 8 still have holes in them because our only repair tech is also the only one who answers the phone or runs the computer or handles customers or cleans or disinfects anything or stores gear. I'll give you one guess who that person is.

Did you guess me? Good for you. Fun fact this was not the case in October.

Crazy lady swans off through the snowed in parking lot and because she cant find the exit, blasts straight through the ditch and onto the road.

I say fuck it and leave. I've been at work for 2 hours. I have made 24 dollars for my trouble. It takes me another hour to get home.

The 8th is Saturday and I'm supposed to be at work. No one can drive. There was another 10 8nches of snow last night. I say fuck work and go to dig out the plow truck. The canopy over the plow truck collapses as I walk out to clear the snow of it.

I do not scream.

My partner and I get the truck running and go plow people out of their driveways and then go do the shop.

We come back home and the heater doesn't work. We just spent most of last week frantically trying to limp the thing along because no heat at -20°F is in a word fucking unpleasant. At least now its 40 degrees warmer because if the snowstorm. We take it apart again. The house smells like diesel. The house smells like exhaust. The house is not cold because the wood stove can keep up at 20 above zero but it won't keep us through the winter.

There is no saving the oil heater. We need a new one.

Its 730 and neither of us have eaten. I start rice in the pressure cooker so I can throw a tasty bite on top and call it dinner and that dies too. Explosively.

Dinner is half cooked rice and microwaved curry.

Sunday is spent finding a way to stretch our increasingly thin budget to buy a new heater. Between us we actually have 2275$ and we will still cover the mortgage. Somehow. All our Christmas gifts will be hand made this year. The next thing that breaks will stay broken.

Monday, power outages due to snow storm. No wifi, no zoom meetings. Another 8 inches of snow. This is now more snow than my city gets for the full year.

My boss calls sobbing. The dog died. Joey, an 11 year old, 130lb mastiff with a tumor the size of a football on his liver has been her constant companion for at least 8 years. The pandemic has confused the bejesus out of him because while he loves the lock down and going out to play every hour or so he doesnt really like the concept of strangers in masks. Hes a guard dog and doesnt understand that men in masks coming into the shop are not here to kill mom they're wearing masks so they don't kill mom.

Mondays the shop is closed anyway and I spend it installing the new heater. It doesn't quite fit in the space the old heater came out of but its warm.

Tuesday, I go to work, everyone cancels class, I once again gently explain to a regular that eugenics is bad. I would like to curse him out. I cant. He drops a grand on scuba gear and leaves, talking about how great his trip to Mexico will be.

I do not scream.

A friend calls to ask how I'm doing. Not great. Yea, her niether. She asks if I want to go out to the backcountry with her over the weekend. I explain that my leg physically does not move and I'm downing copious amounts of advil to remain upright. The doctor sent me in for an MRI but has not yet called back. Plus I'm supposed to go to Valdez for the weekend and actually go diving. That I can do with limited use of my leg.

She says yikes, take it easy, take care of yourself, I love you.

I say, yikes, I'm tired of taking it easy, I wanna play, I love you too.

Hit me up if your plans open up and we can do something gentle on your leg. She says.

God yes. The cold woods away from people sounds like paradise. I dont even care that it will cause me rending physical pain to get there. I need a break.

Its Wednesday. I go to school. I get pulled over. Miraculously I dont get a ticket. I'm white female and conventionaly attractive, maybe not so miraculous. I rolled through a stop sign but I'm pretty sure I couldn't afford a ticket.

I get a text in class. One of the instructors who works with the dive shop has tested positive for covid. I haven't seen the man in 2 months. I needed a spare instructor but he was nowhere to be found. But hey, evidently that's a good thing.

I go to work. I vacillate between doing the job a 4 people and having nothing to do.

I go to the grocery store because I misjudged my last monthly grocery run and even though I'm increasing my exposure I'm out of cheese and tea damnit.

The store is packed. Pandemic who?

My partner and I haven't had a date nite in a while and this week has been shitty. I want a nice dinner. I pick up a couple boxes of the carton sushi which isnt terrible and is about as nice as I can justify on the new budget. I grab a gallon of milk and a few other things. I forgot my wallet in the truck and the cashier is chill and sets my stuff aside while I grab it.

I pay and take my stuff home and realize I left one of my bags at the store. No cheese or tea for me.

Thursday. 10am my phone goes off with an emergency alert. The govoner has grown a spine in light of recent elections and is instituting a voluntary lock down. My state has 500 new cases a day. That might not sound like a lot but theres only 300,000 people in Alaska and we've got poor medical infrastructure.

Unfortunately Alaska is full of Alaskans and nobody can tell us what to do. Nothing changes. 7pm rolls around and I'm teaching scuba classes in the pool.

I load a few hundred pounds of scuba gear into the back of my truck. In a wet wetsuit. In the snow. In a fabric facemask. 6 feet apart. In the pool.

I dont get paid for pool time.

Over the summer we had 6 dive masters including me, all big burly dudes, much better suited to picking things up. Its November and I'm the only one.

The kids I'm teaching are going to Hawaii. They're 10 and 13 and so wildly excited about breathing underwater its beautiful to watch. And they're traveling to an island. In a pandemic.

Friday.

Unload scuba gear so it doesnt get stolen out of the back of my truck while I'm at class. Were doing a make up lab today. Hey of the five student in my class only one of us has covid so theres that.

My boss calls an let's me know that shes left for Valdez without me. If I'd like to make an 8 hour drive by myself in a snowstorm I'm welcome to follow.

I'm in class till an hour before shop closing. I'm not driving across town so I can run on the open sign for half an hour.

The shop stays closed on Friday.

Saturday.

I explained to everyone we had business with that the shop would be closed over the weekend and Friday. I planned on being in Valdez. Hell I canceled plans to be in Valdez.

I open the shop and immediately field calls about why we werent open. I start to explain about the Valdez trip and logistical difficulties and then I realize that shes not mad about that. The woman was here before I opened early this morning. We have never been open that early. The hours are on the door.

A regular comes in. Hes also confused as to why I'm here.

Sunday finds me curled up in bed, reluctant to leave. Getting out of bed has not played out well for me recently.

A friend comes over to chat with my partner about specialist rifle parts. This isnt that wierd, he works at a gun shop and they've been discussing upgrading my partners current rifle set up.

He is wearing a full Scottish kilt. Red tartan. Looks very lovely.

I make zucchini bread and my proportions are a little off because I have too much zucchini so it's a little over moist but it's good. I'm recovering from an asskicker of a week and next week will be better.

Monday morning:

Baby brother has covid

Dads getting the results of his rapid test tonight.

Mom isnt getting tested because she says she doesnt have symptoms but that's not the fucking point mom.

So, I'm not going home for thanksgiving. I'm not diving in Valdez. I'm not skiing backcountry.

I'm not sick. I'm not flat broke yet. I dont have a ticket. I have a job. I have people who care about me. Im managing my physical and mental health as best I can. Im just fucking exhausted.

#vent post #writing #holy fuuuuuck #2020

[serendipityjxmn]

I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 8

Words Count: 4.4k

TW: Smut

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I wasn’t able to sleep properly that night so I went to school looking like a zombie. I head straight to the vending machine, in desperate need of caffeine. As I made my way towards my locker, I saw Park Jimin and his group of friends coming from the opposite way. His eyes flickered towards me.

I looked down almost immediately. God- I had no idea why it suddenly felt so embarrassing. I continued straight towards my locker and chunked my books inside. I turned around and regretted instantly. I was met with a sight of two girls scurrying towards Jimin. I was a few meters apart but I could easily read the situation. They wanted his attention and he easily gave it to them! He was flirting back.

I felt my heart sank slowly. Why? You thought after all the time that you spent with him - he’d somehow look at you? A voice inside my head said. I could clearly picture her scoffing at me. I shook my head as I smiled pitifully at myself.

I was going to wait for Jimin at the locker because I had something to say to him but since he seemed occupied with a scene that does not really bring joy to me, I walked away. I still texted him to meet up out front at the bus stand.

It took him about 20 minutes to show up. I pulled one side of my earphone.

“You could’ve waited for 5 minutes just now.”

I ignored his remark. “There’s a fundraising event next week so I won’t be able to see you on Wednesday.” I said matter-of-factly.

He raised his brows. “You’re joining?”

“Yes, I’m in the committee.” I answered impatiently. “So-“

“What will you be doing?”

I threw a look of are-you-serious-right-now. “Carwash.” I replied in exasperation. My bus had arrived. He frowned but didn’t press further so I continued. “So, again, I won’t be seeing you next week.”

He snorted. “Pfft. It’s summer anyways. Who the fuck studies during holidays.”

“I mean-“

“Fine.” He cut me off. “Then I guess you owe me.”

I simply nodded because technically I do owe him. He glanced around but frowned towards the people queuing to hop on the bus.

“Are you heading home?” He asked and I nodded. “Okay. I’ll send you home.”

“Nevermind.” I said and hopped on the bus without glancing back at him.

I woke up with a surge of excitement that day. It was finally the day of fundraising event where any profit that we gain would be sourced to all sorts of organization in need such as autistic kids. The whole committee had spent months planning this. I was sleep deprived up until last night but since today’s the day, I can’t keep the buzzing excitement away. Also, I can’t wait to get this over and sleep all day long after that.

The committees all wore white shirt customized for the event so I paired it with a long pair of blue jeans. I made an attempt to look presentable by curling my hair slightly although I knew that at the end of the day I’d look like a mess after running here and there.

I arrived at college at 8 and was literally out of breath 20 minutes later. I ran around to make sure everything was smoothly set up. My carwash duty won’t start until 10 later so I stopped by Ah Young’s booth to help her get started. She paired with Mina, another girl of the same year to sell cupcakes, macaroons and a lot other delicacies.

“It’s gonna be just fine.” Ah Young assured me when she saw my eyes scanning around every corner just to identify if anyone’s in need of help.

I smiled kindly at her. “It better be. I had so much sleepless nights for this.”

“True, true.”

“Anyway, thanks a lot for helping me out too. You’re always there to save me.” I hugged her shoulders.

“Anytime, babygirl.” She winked at me.

I glanced at my watch. It was almost 10AM so I excused myself from her booth and made my way towards the other side of the school’s parking lot, towards where the carwash would take place.

Some other students had been in charge to distribute flyers informing our carwash service so we had plenty of customers. There was only a few the first hour but a number of cars approached after that.

I looked up when I heard people whistling. Apparently there was a BMW i8 entering the parking lot making its way for a carwash. I shook my head. Boys and their shining toys.

The driver went out and I noticed it was our senior Min Yoongi, one of Jimin’s close friends. Wow, rich kids be hanging out around rich kids huh? For a moment, I thought his eyes flickered towards me but I could be wrong.

Speaking of Jimin.. where is he anyway? I don’t think he does this kind of shit, the other voice in my mind said. I nodded in agreement.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Jeon Jungkook grinning widely with his bunny teeth at me.

“Hey!” It had always been great to see Jungkook. He’s normal and not intoxicating like someone... although Jungkook is good looking, yes but his bright personality made it all seem easy. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my break turn and I already had my lunch. I thought you could use some help? Maybe go and grab a lunch? I can cover for you.”

I glanced at my watch. I didn’t realize it was already noon. “Nah, it’s okay. I’m not that hungry yet. But we could always make use of some extra hand.”

He grinned even widely I almost thought his lips were gonna rip apart.

We had fun working our ass off cleaning the cars, whistling our way when expensive cars came through, shouting over the noise with stupid conversations. The amount of cars coming through slowed down in numbers. We had plenty of time to work on the same car together. It was all good until Jungkook decided to be an ass and started teasing me by sprinkling water with soap.

“Stop it.” I glared at him. Of course; knowing the playful personality of his, he didn’t. Instead he was now threatening me with a bucket of soap water. “Oh no you wouldn’t dare!”

“Come and test me.” A devilish smile crept on his face.

I quickly backed myself from him. It all happened so fast then- I tripped over someone’s bucket of water, fell flat on my butt and got sprayed by water.

“Ya Kim Hana!” Jae, a boy same year as mine rushed over to say sorry.

“It’s fine.” I said but I was slightly creeped out by the way he was staring at me.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook extended his hand to help me out.

I nodded as soon as I got on my feet. I noticed Jae was still staring at me while Jungkook’s eyes were looking anywhere except me. I frowned. I wanted to question him but someone approached us to ask if his car was done so I quickly went and retrieved his keys.

JIMIN’S POV

I made my way to the bathroom. As I relieved myself, I heard some other boys entering as well. I was far at the corner and they were deep in conversation so I took it that they didn’t notice my presence.

“Yah- Glad we listened to Woong. Just now was the highlight of my day.”

“I know! I didn’t know it was that easy to make the girls wet.” He made a groaning sound.

“Yah to be honest doing carwash was difficult but seeing all those wet bodies underneath their shirts.. hmmph-“

Carwash? Wet bodies? Didn’t Hana mention she’ll be doing a car wash for this fundraising event?

“I know, man. Yah did you see Hana? Kim Hana? Damn, I thought she was a total nerd, dude. Can’t believe she was hiding a body like that all these time.”

What the fuck? I quickly zipped my pants and charged towards the two guys. They were in my year, I wasn’t entirely sure of their names but I can recognize their faces. I held one of them at their collar shirt. The other one panicked seeing me.

“What the fuck did you just say?” My tone was low and menacing.

“W-what do you mean?” The other guy asked because the person I was currently holding was choking.

“What the fuck were you guys saying about Kim Hana?” I roared.

And then the other guy explained that Woong who was also in the same year as us told them to sign up for carwash. That way they’ll have a chance to see girls with wet bodies by pulling a prank and spraying them with water. I wasted no time punching them in their face after that. I couldn’t contain my disgust.

I immediately went out and began to search for Hana. I headed towards the campus compound where the festival was located at. Within seconds I spotted Kim Hana a few yards away from me. Something burned inside me when I saw her talking animatedly with Jeon Jungkook, the new boy. I went straight towards the car wash area. When I arrived, she seemed oblivious to my presence. I went up to her and snatched the hose away from her.

She seemed shocked to see me. “What the-“

I grew even madder at her sight. She was wearing jeans with her white shirt tucked inside. And they were wet- I could completely see her black bra underneath. “Are you stupid?” I bellowed at her. My tone came out harsher than I intended to and I saw her flinching at my sudden outburst.

“What are you talking about?” She eyed around her, obviously afraid that I’m making a scene and that’d attract people’s attention. Then she looked at me, her eyes scrutinizing me. “Did you fight again?”

I shut my eyes in exasperation. It took me so much not to yell at how stupid she is. Why is she so dumb letting people take advantage of her so easily? I let out a huge breath, trying to remain calm. “I’ll do it.”

Her expression confused.

“I said I’ll do it.” I toned down my voice slightly. I tried hard not to let my eyes roam lower than her face but it was taking all of the effort in me. Fuck, of all days, why did I choose today not to wear a jacket? I could’ve given it to her and helped her cover herself. “If I’m here to replace you then you don’t have to do it right? Just- go home.”

She seemed puzzled by my actions and I softened a bit. “Go. I’ll cover for you.” I said softly. “Just- cover yourself well.” I muttered.

She immediately look down on her shirts and her eyes widened. I tried to stifle a smile at ther reaction. Her hands automatically went across her chest. Yeah, now you know.

“T-thanks.” She muttered and then walked away.

I looked up to see Jungkook staring at me. His expression unreadable. Was he part of the whole prank too?

*KIM HANA*

My brows creased as I made my way towards Ah Young’s booth. Jimin asked me to go home but obviously I wouldn’t. I think I needed some explanation from him. Why was he acting like that anyway? He is so mercurial and unpredictable I was constantly left confused by his actions.

“Hey! You’re done with your work?” Ah Young asked as soon as she saw me.

“Actually, no.” I said, frowning. “Jimin said he’ll cover for me.”

“Huh. I wonder why.” She raised her brows at me.

I shook my head. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

I was quite sure that she was about to say something but was interrupted by a customer stopping by. Ah Young’s booth was not that far from the carwash. I could see Jimin’s back as he sprayed water at the cars. I was surprised that he actually does his job. I made a mental note on how many times he gave a different turn of events than what I expected him to do. Then again, what do I know about him? Outside yes, he is all the bad things. Obnoxious, rude, playboy and a lot other negative adjectives. But that’s what he chose to lay out for people to see. Why do I constantly get the feeling that he’s not just all that?

“Is someone in love?” I hear Ah Young’s voice.

I jumped a little. I turned to see her leaning against the table, hands on her waist. I stifled an awkward laugh. “What are you talking about?”

She smiled kindly at me. “It’s not something wrong to fall in love you know. Just want you to be careful. He’s a nice piece of ass but you can’t deny he’s dangerous.”

I swallowed my saliva. “I guess that’s true.” I smiled sadly. “Ah Young ah, I’ll just head to the washroom real quick, okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, go go.”

As I made my way towards the washroom, I overheard something that made me stop on my tracks. Some boys were talking at some empty corner.

“Aish- we got into a fight with Park Jimin just now.” One of them said. Was it Jae?

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, and it was all because I said Kim Hana’s wet body looked so good.” I clasped my hands on my mouth.

The other guy laughed. “To be honest, you deserve that.”

“What- I was just following Woong’s suggestion.” He groaned.

I couldn’t listen on the conversation anymore so I walked away immediately. My head was spinning. Was Jimin trying to protect me? Was that why he was so angry at me? But why? Why would he? He doesn’t have any feelings towards me.. does he?

I ran back out. My intention to pee suddenly evaporated. My heart was racing as I tried to wrap my head around the situation. As soon a I reached Ah Young’s booth, I slung my bag onto my shoulder.

“Ah Young ah, I’m going to head back first.” I said in a rush.

“Oh sure, we’re gonna wrap it up in a few minutes anyway. Are you okay?” She frowned at me. Shit, this isn’t the time to be held back by Ah Young’s Inquisition.

I nodded, trying to force a smile.

“Well,” she went in for a hug. “Will I see you during summer?”

I smiled down at her. “Of course you will.

“Bye!”

I waved at her and then went straight towards the carwash area. I scanned the area to see Jimin still working on wiping a car. Briefly, I marveled at his deliciously toned back. I walked towards him.

“Hana-ya!” Jungkook called as soon as he saw me. But I don’t want to talk to him right now.

Jimin turned around and his eyes met mine. Staring fixatedly at him, I went straight at him and took his fingers in mine as I pulled him out of the place. He blinked as he tried to process what was happening.

I didn’t care at the heads turning twice at the sight of me pulling Park Jimin by his hands. I didn’t stop as I dragged him out of the campus.

“Where are you taking me?” He finally asked once we’re out of the entrance gate, my fingers still gripping his.

I didn’t answer but I continued to drag him with me although my steps had visibly slowed and now we looked like we’re walking hand in hand, side by side. He didn’t question further as he knew the direction we’re heading to.

We reached my small apartment and I punched in the passcodes quickly. I led him inside and towards the sofa. He took a seat and I finally let go of his hand as I went straight to my room to retrieve a first aid kit.

I sat beside him and placed his hands on my lap. He watched me in silence as I nursed his bloodied knuckles. I carefully cleaned his cut and put bandage over it. Then I looked at his face without meeting him in the eye. I spotted a tiny cut above his right brow. I proceeded to wipe it with cotton buds.

I had no idea what washed over me that I wasn’t at all frantic over this close proximity with Jimin, the subtle skin contact with him as well as his piercing stare as I nursed him. Maybe because I was too absorbed in my job or I was far too concerned about his cuts and wounds. As soon as I was done, the awkward atmosphere filled the air. I tensed.

“Am I allowed to talk now?”

I tried to stifle a smile. I noticed that his shirt was also wet. Wet enough to tell me that there’s some very toned muscles underneath it. “Yes.”

“Thank you for nursing me. Although it was merely small cuts.” He said as he placed one arm over the sofa’s back.

I stared at him, my expression serious. “I know what you did.”

“What did I do?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know. I overheard Jae’s conversation.”

He regarded me for a moment. “Well then maybe that should make my feelings clear I guess.”

What? I searched his eyes for a hint of joke but there was none. I scoffed. “Let’s not play around. We’re strictly business, you know that.”

I could almost swear that his face fell for a second but it was too brief for me to make sure. He then tried to pull his shirt over his head.

“What are you doing?!” I screamed as I shut my eyes closed. As if it wasn’t enough, my hands flung against my eyes too.

I could hear him chuckling. “My shirt is wet. I need to dry it.”

I opened my eyes slightly but shut it again because he was now completely shirtless. “It-it’s just right beside my kitchen-“ I stammered. I felt him raise and then went straight towards the dryer.

I groaned. How was I supposed to open my eyes if he’s going to be shirtless for the next half an hour? I then realized that my shirt was wet too just now. I stood up, trying to find my way towards my room but someone stopped me.

“Where are you trying to go?” Jimin asked, his voice and his hot breath near my face told me that he was standing very near to me.

“My-my room.” I stuttered.

“If you don’t want to end up having bruises, I suggest you open your eyes.”

“No.” I replied almost immediately. But I felt his hands gripping mine, tearing them away from my eyes, slowly placing it on each side of my body. My eyes were still shut tight though.

“Just open your eyes. There’s nothing.” He persuaded.

I gave in. I slowly opened my eyes. I knew he was still shirtless but I locked my eyes with his. He was staring at me so deeply it sent electrical surge throughout my body. His gaze was intense and hot. I tried to look away but he was quicker to cup my chin with his fingers, forcing me to look at him. He inched closer and I gulped, my imagination running wild on the possibility of his next action.

He inched closer and closer, and then I felt his soft lips against mine. I closed my eyes, savouring his taste. It felt so right against mine, as if it was meant to be mine. After what felt like so long, he released my lips.

“Now- tell me,” he whispered. His voice so low and seductive. “Is this a kiss? Or is this still our lips merely brushing?” My breath hitched. I sensed him smiling as his lips still ghosting against mine. “I know you want me.”

“I-I don’t-“ I stammered as I felt heat gathered at my face.

“Are you sure? Even when we’re.. this close?” His fingers circling my cheek softly.

Shiver went down my spine at his words. I thought that was just it but he proved me wrong. He crashed his lips against mine again, this time pushing it deeper. He kept persuading me to give in and reply to his kiss. I refused at first, or at least tried to but he was so skillful and his tongue was so persistent demanding entrance that I finally gave in. I could almost sense his smile as he gained access. His one hand was at the small of my back, giving me support which I was thankful for because with the amount of air being sucked from my lung and how my legs are turning jelly, I would’ve collapsed right then and there if it wasn’t for his support. His other hand moved from my chin towards the back of my neck, pulling me closer towards him.

He tasted sweet and it was almost addictive to continue kissing him. I had never been kissed this way in my whole life. It was careful, passionate yet there was a bit of an urgency in it too.

“I’ve been missing the taste of your lips ever since I kissed you for the first time.” He whispered in between kisses.

He does? My heart skipped a beat. Does that mean he had been thinking about me? He pushed my shoulders gently until I was seated on the sofa without breaking the kiss and he followed suit beside me.

He kissed me so passionately I felt like I was in euphoria. He held my waist and I didn’t know where the courage came from but my hands roamed around his stomach. Shit I forgot he was shirtless. I tried to move my hands away but he was quick to lead them back on his stomach. He guided me towards his toned six packs. He wants me to touch him..

I hesitantly let my hands roam around his stomach and his chest. Damn it, I should stop. I know I should but my body won’t cooperate. I moaned under his touch.

Jimin’s hand went from my waist towards my nape. Then he moved lower.. towards my chest. He brushed his hands against my breast and it was enough to make me whimper from the sensation. The small touches were killing me. Then I felt it. His hands groping my breast, giving me a surge of pleasure. I moaned louder.

“Fuck- you’re making me hard.” He said.

And then I realized that I, Kim Hana was currently making out with Park Jimin. “We need to stop.” I said, breathless. He had now moved his kisses towards my chin and my neck. Shit, I moaned again. My neck was my most sensitive part and he mercilessly planted wet kisses on them.

“Why?” He asked in between kisses. “Do you not like it? Hmm?”

“Ahhhhhggg-“ I moaned as he licked my nape and groped my breast hard.

“Stop me if you don’t like this.” His hand crept under my shirt and reached my breast in no time. He pulled my bra down and he could see my breast under my wet transparent shirt now. He groped and fumbled with my mountains and I moaned again under his touch. “Stop me if you don’t want me now.”

I wanted to stop him because this shouldn’t be happening - because Park Jimin’s bad news and I shouldn’t cross the border line I’ve created ever since I had to partner with him. But he was irresistible. He was too skillful at his touch.

“Ahhh- hmmph,” I was falling apart from the hot and passionate kisses he’s giving me and his fingers that skillfully massaged my breast. “This is wrong..” I whimpered.

“Is it though? Your body says otherwise.” He said as he bites into my neck, a loud moan inevitably escaping my mouth.

“Jimin- stop.. we can’t do this.” I said, trying to find my voice.

“I know you want it too,” he said, all too seductively.

“Jimin, stop.” I said, this time more firmly.

He stilled at my words this time. The air was silent except for our heavy breathings. He then retracted his hand from underneath my shirt and removed his lips from my neck. I missed his touch as soon as it left mine. I hated myself.

I could hear his uneven breath. I didn’t dare to look up to his eyes. “I’m sorry.” I said softly.

He was silent for a few seconds, trying to process things. I assumed he was just as carried away as I did. He then leaned away, making a few centimetres more distance between us. His eyes searched for mine.

“I’m sorry.” I repeated softly. “This is a mistake. We can’t do this. This is wrong.”

“I-“ he paused. “I’m sorry too.”

He looked so distraught I almost wanted to kiss the frown away from his forehead. Shit- Hana. You’re the one asking him to stop. I readjusted my bra and my shirt and then I raised to my feet, walking towards the dryer.

His shirt was done so I quickly took it and went back towards Jimin. I smiled at him. He smiled back at me but it almost seemed painful. Why am I feeling guilty at making him disappointed? I wet my lips as I carefully help him wear his shirt.

“You know what? You’re the first girl that ever rejected me.” One of his eyebrows was raised.

I had no idea what to reply to that but I was relieved he was not angry. “Someone had to do the honor.”

He chuckled and I was again struck by his beautiful smile. “I’m sorry. I just can’t help it.”

Can’t help- what?

Suddenly he leaned into me, closing the proximity between us. His facial expression serious. “I know you have a crush on me.”

My heart skipped a beat and I gulped. How the heck does he know that? If it isn’t too obvious, a voice in my mind retorted. “No- I don’t.” I tried to say as firmly as I can.

He backed away and leaned against the sofa. “You do. You just won’t admit it.”

“No I don’t.”

“It’s okay. I’ll make sure you admit to it one day.” He smirked at me the very same smirk that had haunted me years ago. It continued to haunt me for the rest of the summer.

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• ☽ — pairing: bts x reader • ☽ — genre: crack, fluff, angst, college/uni au • ☽ — words: 3.7k • ☽ — rating: sfw • ☽ — warnings: oc feels regret and gets her first taste of murderous urges • ☽ — notes: this isn’t a full fledged chapter! this is more like.... a little dabble of backstory. in between each chapter, there will be one of these intermissions. they give a little extra info and context not included in each chapter... i hope u enjoy!

— posted; 11.05.2019

When the love letter you wrote and submitted as an assignment is leaked to the entirety of your university, it becomes a race against time to dispel rumours and convince the seven suspected muses of the poem that they aren’t the subject before anyone realises that you are the author. Easy, right? Well… maybe not as easy as you think.

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[first year, semester one]

Coffee. Waffle. Bathroom stop. 10AM Lecture. Food. Class. Food. Booze? No, no booze.

That’s today’s agenda, and to be perfectly honest despite your brief moment of temptation, you’re pretty impressed with how far you’ve gotten into your first semester without turning to alcohol to cope. You’ve remained strong so far, but now as finals are right around the corner and you suddenly find yourself drowning in assessment, it’s getting harder and harder to resist the siren song of the conveniently bottled happy juice.

Smacking a hand to your cheek to snap yourself out of the thought before you start longing for it for real, you ignore the resulting sting and continue your trek into campus. You’re spectacularly early this morning, and while you’d like to take credit and say it was because you’re a morning bird who is on top of her life, the slightly less attractive and kind of sad truth is that you stayed up most of the night completing an assessment and only slept for one or two hours. Well… perhaps closer to one, two is a bit generous. You’re but one woman.

To be honest, the assessment piece you’d stayed up to finish isn’t even due for a few more days—you really wanted to put your all into it though, and you were actually thinking of going the extra mile and adding a cover page. You have a plethora of ideas for it but, regrettably, don’t have the graphic design skills to make it happen, so it seems it’s going to remain just a thought for now.

It’s as you plod into the section of your campus that you like to call your own little square of heaven, that fate decides to slap you in the face with an answer to your unspoken inquiries—quite literally.

You don’t get two steps past the corner of the first building in the food court before your face is suddenly meeting cold glass, the door pane making painful contact with your nose and mushing it so hard against your face you could almost smell the peach fuzz above your top lip.

“OW! MOTHERFUCK!” it’s a primal scream of pain that escapes you, your legs just barely saving your from falling right on your ass. Your eyes tear up from the sharp pain that throbs through your entire face, and when you attempt to crack your eyes open to find the culprit the area is barren and they are shamelessly long gone. So much for being even a little remorseful.

Sniffling and touching beneath your nose to make sure its snot and not blood dribbling from your nostrils, you wipe it on the back of your hand and spin your head to glare at the offending shop door that had caused you so much pain. It’s a combination of wood and glass, and the large, glossy wall-size windows next to it, as well as the glimpses of mirrors and squishy chairs you catch inside, tell you it belongs to a salon. The glass on the door, unlike the window, is littered with a bunch of flyers and posters and an obnoxiously retro open sign. You squint, momentarily distracted from your anger by a pretty A5 page of soft purple with flowers curling along the bottom right corner (astilbe, cornflowers and pink carmellias are what you manage to pick out— and that's only because you spent the past weekend with Sera trying to decode the bouquet of flowers someone left on her car and they're fresh in your mind) and cursive font across the middle. It seems to be a flyer advertising an art exhibition from one of the photography students that you've heard has managed to make a bit of a name for themselves.

You find yourself entertaining the thought of attending for a brief moment, before your attention is torn to the flyer next to it that glares obnoxious peach orange, black and blue background into your retinas. You blink, taking a second to observe it before realising that it's actually advertising the salon right in front of you. There is an attractive male posing dramatically against a hollywood vanity, wearing a princely outfit that has ribbons and tassels and probably isn't all that practical for hairdressing but damn is it something that he looks good in. There's some sappy bullshit scrawled along the bottom to lure hapless, lovestruck young adults who were probably Team Edward in Twilight, but you're not caught up in that. No, you're caught up in the pure genius of the design, the talent of whoever was behind the creation of this poster. As if by perfect coincidence, your eyes flick to the side just in time to catch sight of the same man on the poster inside the salon, a broom in his hand as he tidied up the fallen hair of whoever smacked you in the face with the salon door.

Making a split-second decision, you rip the poster from the door and burst into the salon, nearly tripping on the welcome mat as you do so. The male doesn't even flinch or jerk in surprise at your abrupt entrance— on the contrary, he finishes his sweeping motion and slowly straightens, spinning around with such grace and flair that you realise immediately he must be a theatre student.

"Oh, hello," he greets with the most charming smile you've ever seen.Your heart might have skipped a beat if you didn't by chance glimpse down and catch his toes wriggling at you in greeting from his slides. What the fuck. "You must be my ten o'clock. Come right in, and do hurry. As you can see we're very busy."

Your eyes flick to the rest of the room — there is no one, he is the only other person in the entire establishment — and then to the reception beside you, where the schedule book sits open and desolate— the entire day is saddeningly barren, with not a single time slot filled in that you can see. Brows raised, you turn back to the male. He knows you have found him out, yet he is unwavering in his act. Well, you're not going to break first.

"I'm here for this," you say, slapping the poster down on the counter. The male peers over with raised brows and puckered lips, making a face of realisation once he sees what you've procured for his viewing pleasure. "I need someone good at graphic design— did you make this?"

Perhaps, you think upon seeing the peculiar gleam his eyes adopt, you have made a mistake in entering this salon.

"I can help you out," he says, cocking his hip and leaning on the broom. He lifts his hand to examine his nails. "...For a price."

You don't even dwell on the fact he didn't exactly answer your question, and squint at him in suspicion. "I'm poor. The most you'll get out of me is three dollars and two food vouchers for the sushi place next to the salad bar."

"Food vouchers?" the male breaks character at the mention of food, eyes widening before he catches himself and clears his throat. "Fear not, little gumdrop, I don't want money from you. No, I want your hair."

"My hair," your tone is flat and you feel a bit like the second you stepped foot in this store you also set foot in another realm.

"Yes," he beams, striding forward and extending his hand with all the flair of a female pop idol dance move to grasp a strand that has come loose from where it was pinned. "Your ends... they pain me, they're a cry for help and I'm nothing if not a benevolent god aiding my creations in need. Well, I say ends, but..."

His eyes sweep over the mop atop your head and he inhales through his teeth. "Yeah, we're gonna have to make some sacrifices. But fear not! I'm very good at sacrificing! There's not a customer that leaves this salon that I'm not satisfied with!"

Something about that strikes you as off— isn't it meant to be the customer satisfaction that matters most? Even so, you find yourself considering his proposition like a fool. It's true, your ends are in a tragic state— you've been so busy with everything else in your life that your hair has, admittedly, suffered for it. Now that he's mentioned it, you know you're not going to be able to stop thinking about it, and all he's asking is a haircut in exchange for the graphic design service you're also in need of? Technically, he's doing you two favours.

You ignore the voice in your head that tells you not to trust this too-attractive, slide-wearing hairdresser, and give him a narrow-eyed look. "I let you cut my hair, and you'll offer your graphic design services?"

The male nods distractedly, already discarding his broom and taking you by the elbow to guide you further inside. "Yes, yes, I'll help you with what you need. Now, come sit over here! This shouldn't take too long at all, I already have an idea for what I want."

You send him a dubious look at his wording, wondering once more whether it should be what you want that matters more, but decide since you're essentially getting this for free in the money sense, you'll sit and be quiet. He points you to a chair and you plop down, barely having a second to orient yourself before he's snapping an apron over you and slipping a towel underneath.

The male slaps his hands together, zipping around behind you and wheeling a cart over. "Alright, my name is Seokjin and I'll be your hairdresser today! Sit back, relax, and I'll bring you up from your negative rating status in no time!"

It's hard to ignore the urge to punch him that arises at his words, but ultimately you manage. To pass the time while he goes to work — and also because you don't like watching hairdressers work in the mirror since it often ends in accidental eye contact — you pull one of your textbooks from your bag and begin to catch up on some readings you haven't been able to get through yet. Despite your reservations, you find yourself relaxing easier than anticipated as you read, enjoying the soft brushing and tugging of your hair. He has gentle hands, you note, but still don't bother to look up and verify. You're content to go off of sensations for now.

Unfortunately, it seems you're a bit of a fool, and this is just one mistake of the many you've unknowingly made today.

He mostly hums to the odd tune, but once he does attempt to make conversation with you. "So, Miss Dead Ends, the time has come for me to ask the most important question that can arise in any conversation. Where does your allegiance lie?"

You freeze where you're reading, squinting at the page but not bothering to look up. "What?"

You hear him huff, as though he can't believe you didn't give him the answer he wanted straight away. "I mean, who is your campus ship. Are you team Jihope, or team Namseok?"

For a moment, you sit there reeling. It was like he just asked you something in another language— you have no idea what the fuck he just said. Unsure what to do but panicking because you know he expects an answer, you pick at random one of the two options and throw it out there. "Uh, Namseok?"

Seokjin's movements in your hair still, several beats of silence passing before he eases into motion once more. "I see," is all he says, and from that point on he doesn't attempt conversation again. You feel like you've made a blunder of sorts, but also can't bring yourself to care. It's his fault for being so hard to understand, you suppose.

You sit through each phase of the haircut process, letting him comb, snip, spray and blow dry to his heart’s content. When he eventually drops the hair dryer back into the cart and claps his hands, you finally allow yourself to look up into the mirror. You freeze.

"Ta-da!" Seokjin the hairdresser is clearly more than overjoyed at the results of his hard work and toil. You barely register his voice through your shock. "Thoughts? I mean, I know it's the perfect funky little 'do for your funky little self, but I'm not the type to withhold praise from myself, you know? Let me hear it."

"It's..." you squint at your reflection, hoping that it might have just been your eyes playing tricks on you for what you see looking back. "It's..."

Seokjin waits eagerly in anticipation like a puppy awaiting a treat after performing a trick, beaming at you in the reflection. You balk, feeling your soul leave your body for a moment before it suddenly slams back to earth and you regain the ability to speak.

"It's hideous?"

The male is absolutely unphased and even has the audacity— the audacity— to grin and reach out and pat the hair he's massacred atop your head.

"Actually, my sweet little padawan, it's high fashion." He sniffs, a sympathetic simper curling his plump lips. "But since I know you're one of those... poor folk, I'll let it slide this time."

You sputter, eyes whipping over each detail they can and making you more and more horrified at each new one that brings itself to your attention. The sharp angles, the texture, the layers? You have no idea how he got your hair to behave this way with only a comb and a hairdryer but you're terrified its permanent. You've never been so affronted at the results of a haircut before and you're quick to let him know.

"This is the ugliest haircut I've ever had in my life!"

Still remarkably unbothered by your displeasure, the male hums. "All high fashion looks ugly when you look at it with poor people eyes—here, try on my slides. Gucci should help get you in the zone."

You just about blow your top, unsure whether you're about to scream or cry but accepting it’s probably going to be both. He's really about to step out of his slides to let you try them on when you stand from the seat, ripping the apron from your body.

"I'm not paying for this!" you cry, indignant. The male merely blinks at you.

"Correct. I believe this was the payment, wasn't it?"

You falter for a moment, having forgotten that you'd literally let him do this and signed away your reputation and self esteem without any prior knowledge of whether he was actually a good hairdresser or not. Alright, you're a fool, but at this point that's in the past.

"Alright— I'm going to kill you, but first you're going to do what you promised and help me with that graphic design thing I need or so help me Zeus I will sniff you out like a bloodhound and tie you down to give you a rat's tail in front of a crowd in the quad with your own scissors."

You've stomped over to the damn poster that brought you in here in the first place, and turn only at the sound of his voice.

"Oh, a tsundere? What is it about you tsunderes that you're all drawn to me, huh? I'm collecting you like pokemon at this rate. Oh well, lucky for you I like that sort of thing. Sounds like a date— will you be using rope or leather?"

On second thought, you don't need your cover page that badly. You're going to kill him now instead.

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Unfortunately for you and the repressed anger that resulted from that whole event, the tall male had been saved from the full brunt of your wrath by someone actually walking in for a haircut. They did a double-take at the sight of you, clearly questioning their choice of salon, but Seokjin managed to swoop in and save his reputation while dragging yours through the mud in the very same breath— which, you hate to admit, takes talent.

"Wack, right?" he'd said to the confused male, holding a hand up to hide his mouth like it would remove your ability to hear what he was saying. "She came in wanting that, and I couldn't refuse; in this salon, we focus on what the customer wants, after all."

You were going to kill him and you were going to enjoy it.

Needless to say, you couldn't have a witness, and the rat bastard knew it too because he used it to his advantage. He whipped up a sharpie from the front desk and scribbled a series of numbers on your hand, telling you to send him what you wanted done. Then he dismissed you with a turn of his back and began guiding his next customer over to the seat next to yours, kissing their ass to kingdom come.

You left, stewing, and made a beeline for the chemist on campus that was the only place you knew that sold hats, even if they’re ridiculously overpriced. You'd rather be bald than walk around with the mess that demon gave you.

You sent him what you wanted done, begrudgingly, because you weren't about to let your suffering be for nothing. But after that, you didn't hear from him and, quite frankly, completely forgot you were even waiting for him to come through with his end of the deal. You blamed the fact that your brain was currently on damage control and trying to repress as much of the memories as possible.

In actuality, it isn’t until the very start of the next year that you even remember he exists.

You’re midway through the morning drama class you elected to take this semester when the doors burst open, a tall figure with dusty pink hair and obnoxiously familiar features striding right in as though this was his home and he’d just returned after a long trip away.  

“Professor Kang!” he bellows, making a beeline right for your very suddenly tired looking teacher. You can barely snap your mouth shut at the ridiculousness of the situation you find yourself in. “I’ve missed you, you’ve been well? I know these months we’ve spent apart have been hard but I’m here now—”

"YOU!" you seethe, unable to contain the word as it bursts forth from your chest, absolutely ready to roll your sleeves up and end his career. The male whips around at your screech.

"Dead Ends Girl!" he cries, looking astounded to see you. His eyes zero in on your head and he seems almost disappointed to see you didn’t keep touching up the humiliating cut he gave you after visiting his salon. “Back to poor people looks, I see.”

Your fingers twitch with the urge to wrap around his throat and you barely contain the urge as it spikes with his next words.

“You must be really obsessed with me huh, tracking me down and following me all the way to my class. You really did sniff me out like a bloodhound!”

“Seokjin,” your professor rubs his face, adjusting the glasses slipping down his nose. “You haven’t taken this class in three whole semesters, you can’t keep coming back here? Why must you continue to torment me.”

Seokjin, evidently having found another poor soul to torture (read: you), doesn’t even acknowledge your poor professor. “So why are you here, huh? If you’re here for an autograph, I regret to inform you that autographs are a Tuesday only event. You’ll have to come back on a Tuesday.”

You’re too angry to even bother telling him that it is a Tuesday, about to tackle him to the ground in front of your whole drama class without a single regret. Well, if there ever was a time and place for theatrics, right?

“You absolute dinkleberry, where’s the graphic design task I was promised in return for letting you butcher my hair?! You were meant to do it in a week! It’s been a year!”

Seokjin has the nerve to appear oblivious. “Graphic design task? Listen lady, the most I’ve ever graphically designed is the banner for my nsfw tumblr account, and even then it kept getting me reported. Cons of having a massive schlong, I guess. But graphic designer? That ain’t me.”

You’re about to burst a blood vessel, the few classmates who were close enough in the beginning to see the whole thing going on continuing to watch avidly from the sidelines. Food isn’t allowed in this room but you bet if it was they’d be shoveling popcorn in their mouths with all the ardent desperation and energy of a horse grazing from their palm.

“You said you were the one that made the poster!” you burst, pointing at him in accusation. “You said you’d help me!”

“No, I think I only said I’d help you— and I did! I brought you from a -2 to a solid 3.5 in good lighting! You should be thanking me!”

“You made me look like Sideshow Bob!” you cry, the urge to kill him stronger than ever.

At this, Seokjin is unable to contain the giggle that tears from his throat, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “And it suited you, so well.”

“ARGH YOU ABSOLUTE—!”

Before you can really release the anger that had a whole year to simmer and build, your professor steps in and tells Seokjin to leave and go to his own class before he starts setting up security measures to zap him the second he enters the door. Affronted but not prepared to call your professor’s bluff, the pink haired male begrudgingly listens and leaves, but not before he stops in the doorway and calls over his shoulder, “I’LL BE BACK! JUST YOU WAIT! YOU’VE NOT SEEN THE LAST OF ME!”

You wish you could say that that was the last time you saw him, but the unfortunate reality is that Seokjin lingers like a bad smell and consistently rocks up to your class to both torment your professor and you in one go in the lessons following. Two birds with one stone for him, you suppose. It becomes an unfortunate routine.

You still haven’t received that damn cover image.

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Y’all interested in the crazy shit that happened to me today? Ugh imma vent below

Okay so backstory...I have a 9am class so I leave for school at 8:30 and eat a piece of toast in the car. After my 9-11am class I have to rush to my other class that starts at 11:10 that for some reason today my crazy art teacher had us meet somewhere different idk man not super important to the story. however, what is important is that I’m not really hungry until later in the day and so my stupid ass doesn’t really have a real meal until I get home.

So my 11:10am class is going on and I have a small snack but mostly I’m hyped up on earl grey tea and an iced mocha that I downed in the first 30 minutes of class. Now I realize that lots of caffeine+little food is bad but normally I’m fine and this isn’t really important until later in the story so remember that for later.

Alrighty to normally my 11am class gets out at 2pm but today my teacher decided we were done at like 1:30 so that was chill. So I’m leaving to drive home and I’m chillin in the car. Basically there is this one main road where I live that’s super busy and the lanes are tight. ALSO I’m a fairly new driver and I will admit not the best one... so I’m on this fucking main road and driving the semi-old SUV (its a total mom car lol) and I HIT THE FUCKING CURB GOING 30 MPH AND MY FUCKING TIRE GOES OUT.

Now okay listen here kids, if you get a flat you should turn off the road and slowly stop and check what’s up.

So that was I did. I turned off onto one of the side roads and there a big fucking hole in my back right tire. UGH I KNOW... so being the awesome fucking (semi) grown ass woman I am I look up how to put on a spare tire to get this shit started.

Side note: I was in the most butch outfit and I was living for it! I had blue jeans, a studded belt, a normal white tee that I tied into a crop top, and a flannel tied around my waist because it’s hot and I’ve gotta get those layers in the morning! Also I recently got a buzzcut and have 7 piercings...

Back to my story... so I’m now trying to find the fucking spare tire which is crazy and hidden. You’ve gotta take a plastic part off just to get to the jack kit like this shit is H-I-D-D-E-N! So when’s I find the jack kit I need to use some of those tools to loosen another thing to get the spare which btw is under the car suspended with some chain stuff. it’s an elaborate setup. Protip if your gonna take someone’s hubcaps Infiniti’s will be hard to take they’ve got some crazy shit.

Okay so this spare drops but it won’t come all the way out from under the car and by this time my dad gets here to help because I’ve never done this shit before. So he’s helping and we eventually...with much effort.... get the ruined tire off and spare on! Wooo I felt so accomplished like I helped with this shit and got that spare out from it’s crazy ducking hiding space like that shit was not easy.

But potato you ask? This surely must be where the story ends? NOPE HONEY I WISH!

I get home and I live on a hill so second tip kids, if you are parking downhill you need to turn your tires into the curb Incase it slides down. So I do this but my dad said I’m to close to the curb and need to move it alway.

This is fine I can do this. BUT THIS MOTHERFUCKING CAR LIKES TO FALL DOWN EVEN THO I PUT MY FUCKING FOOT ON THE BRAKE AND WENT STRAIGHT TO THE GAS IN R SO I CAN BACK UP LIKE DAMN KIDS THIS IS HARD SHIT.

I HIT THE CAR IN FRONT OF MY AND BOY OH BOY IM CUSSING UP A STORM. like at this point I’m close to crying because as I stated earlier, I haven’t had any real food! I just spend sm time changing my flat! And I’m tired!

Thank fuck tho the car in front of my had a soft rack thing so there WASNT ANY DAMAGE!!!! I swear there are little things in life that make me happy and I was so glad. I was shaking at that point and so done. Idk what I would’ve done if there was damage. Also don’t tell me neighbor I hit their car....

Y’all don’t know how grateful I was that there wasn’t any damage to their car. Like omf.

Moral of the story: I need to eat more food and drink less caffeine ALSO I’m a boss ass bitch so don’t fuck with me

#potato speaks #long post #woohee #story time bitches #sorry for all the swearing #actually im not reallt sorry #infiniti #CARZZZZ #Y’ALL THIS WAS A CRAZY DAY AND NOW IM EATING SALAD