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81folklore · 1 month

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i can do it with a broken heart - f1 grid

parings: gn!driver!reader x platonic!f1!grid x ex!jacob elordi

summary: after yn and their ex break up, they carry on as best they can and no one had any idea how bad they were struggling

type: social media au (smau)

notes: george is in this but he does not drive for mercedes, yn does. i also used a mixture of fem and masc pictures because i couldnt decide and thought you could just imagine whatever you wish!!

notes 2: probably the longest fic ive done so far but im pretty proud of it. the time stamps above each section are semi important so i would keep an eye on them!! also i know ive been gone for so long but i do not promise ill be back. alsoooo i know i only included a bit of the grid but i kept getting distracted and then couldn’t figure out how to include everyone!!

masterlist

march 2024

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charles oh my god i cant believe my cat is finally the pfp

i have been waiting for YEARS

max yes well you better enjoy it because it’ll change soon and you’ll be back to waiting again.

lando jesus max do you have to use punctuation???

alex be glad he doesnt use captials

oscar one thing at a time lando, we dont want to scare him

max ???

lando anyway

yn mate you ok?

yourname im fine? ur scaring me you never ask how i am

lando yeah but usually your not single

lewis oh no! you and jacob split?

yourname yeah, wasnt working anymore

charles ah im sorry, that must suck😣

yourname i mean it does but its been coming for a long time so its not surprising

fernando hello! yn what is wrong? you always use emotes!

yourname theyre emojis nando, and im fine just a bit lost

fernando do not worry, i will come and find you!

yourname no, i dont mean literally just..we were together for so long i dont really know what to do now you know?

lando i get it, you wanna play tarkov with me???

yourname cheers ill get on now

george let us know if you need anything!

may 2024

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p✌️ was just what we needed this weekend!

thank you to everyone who came out and supported myself and the team and huge thank you to the team for working so hard all weekend⭐️

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mercedesamgf1 mega job this weekend yn👊 *liked by author*

landonorris nice to share the podium with you mate

yourusername same time next race?

user33 loved seeing you back on the podium

user2 absolutely smashing it this season

user21 more podiums please🤲 *liked by author*

user3 fourth podium of the year first p✌️*liked by author*

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*pretend it says after march i changed dates around last min*

august 2024

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did some reading, painting and writing

baked some good food and spent time with some good people, also got a cat…not bad for summer break☀️

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user66 AHHHHHH

yourusername ahhhhhhh

user26 cats name plsplspls

yourusername norman🐱

lukehemmings nice music👍

yourusername woah arent you the guy who wrote mum?!

mercedesamgf1 ready to see you back on the podium

yourusername always!!!!

user74 have you had funnnn??

yourusername yesss!! ive been doing lots of things i enjoy, basically treating every day as my birthday😋

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*was supposed to write them instead of her sorry!! was doing two stories at once and kept getting mixed up😅*

october 2024

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p☝️ for the 3rd time this season, very very pleased

huuuuuge thank you to the team, every single one of you who worked tirelessly over the summer break and every moment since then, these have been for you⭐️

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user55 what a good season to be a yn fan *liked by author*

user6 these races have been incredible to watch, so proud

yourusername ⭐️⭐️

gracieabrams woop woop!!!!

yourusername 😝😝

user2 gracie??

user41 why have we not had any personal photo dumps yet😕😕

user88 right we miss seeing you yn!!

yourusername sorry guys😣ive been suuuper busy working on something i just honestly forgot

user41 NEW PROJECT?? WHEN?? (also pls dont feel bad we love u)

yourusername soon!! (and i love u guys too)

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november 2024

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i cannot believe i get to say this, but my new friend taylor just released a new album and i was able to write a song on the album

im honestly not sure how this came about but i had so much fun writing this and expressing all my thoughts and feelings in a way ive never done before

i poured my life and soul into this song and im so glad taylor is the one who is singing it and really bought it to life

send some love to my friend and go and stream THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (most importantly i can do it with a broken heart😉)

comments have been limited

taylorswift thank you for trusting me with this song, so much love🤍

yourusername NO THANK YOU!!! i will be forever grateful⭐️⭐️

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charles i feel completely betrayed yn

fernando oh no😟! what did yn do?

charles THEY DIDNT TELL ME THEY WERE WRITING A SONG??

AND WITH TAYLOR SWIFT HOW COULD YOU☹️☹️

yourname sorry charles, surprise?!

charles ill forgive you because its a good song

yourname thank you my life just got infinitely better!

yuki very good song yn! has been on repeat☺️

yourname thanks yuki, glad you like it!!

lando I LOVE IT TOO

but seriously are you ok?!

yourname yeahhh im better now

was just a lot to navigate

lewis glad you found an outlet! but remember you can always talk to any of us

yourname i know and i appreciate it, i really do

alex yn was that twitter thread right?

yourname mate youre going to have to elaborate

alex user56tweetlink

yourname oh pretty much yeah

some things were changed with taylor but not much

fernando just listened to the song yn! very nice👍well done!

yourname thank uu

max good song yn!

now

lando can you please tell me what you meant on your twitch stream!

oscar max is kind of scary

max dont make me talk about that interview next oscar!

#f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 smau #f1 social media au #social media au #formula 1 insta au #formula 1 social media au #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 drabble #f1 x male reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic

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luffyvace · 3 months

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Hello first of all- Omg my new fav author I LOVE UR WRITING SM LIKE ???? APBDISBRQKOZ

I found your blog form the author!Reader the anon who ask haz a creative mind I loved the 2 post sm I already got addicted to it I hope u Dont mind me requesting sm form it

Imagine Kusuo getting a notification (he seems like the one has his phone on dnd but has his notification open for his s/o in all media) of her post sm in one of there public social platform saying "I'm turning into my emo phase if this writer block doesn't move on form me " and when checking her private acc (the it's only access for him and her older friend) she is all memes about her writer block and her saying "if I stop writing I give all my books and series to you my friend" just her and overreacting to her block writer

Hiii!! THANK YOU CUTIE!! It always makes me so happy to hear I can share my hobbies with others <3 ahhh I see! Of course I don’t mind dear :)

ohh so if I’m getting this right it’s Saiki finding readers second blog (in which she mostly posts unserious stuff about her writers block) I believe I get what ya mean :}

*･..°•*:.｡:3･.｡.:*･..*°.･

Lol if feel like almost every writer has they’re side blogs or blog where they not a writer they just read other’s stuff

and to me this blog seems like a kinda funny vent blog where reader can just complain about her writers block whenever she has it

LOL imagine going inactive on that acc for weeks and saiki’s wondering if you forgot about it or forgot the password but you just simply have had a lot of motivation lately

then all the sudden you come back and your rebloging all types of relatable author memes and making posts about how ‘your going emo because you have writers block’

honestly it’s kinda ironic to him

he likes your posts on both accounts to support even when your do have writers block

cuz who’s likes a guy who ups and leaves when you don’t have motivation?

the first time you threatened to give your books away he knew you were joking but at the same time he was like ‘wait don’t give all your books away they can’t write it as well as you can 😀’

’kusuo I’m joking’

🧍

‘me too I knew that’

(“Thank goodness..her books were the only thing keeping me sane from those nuisances..”)

- In Saiki’s head

he doesn’t get all the writer memes bc he’s not an author, obviously he’s not stupid so he does find some funny

i feel he doesn’t post on social media but if a post of yours does particularly good he’ll repost it

i think I touched up on him being supportive before but yeah I’m gonna say it it again bc it truly is an honorable mention

‘(Name/pen name) has posted!’

- notification

👆💥📲

- Saiki

the emoji combo was terrible but basically that’s him about to break his screen from how hard he clicked

he’s always the first one on your posts and interacts every way possible

except comments..

which sucks cuz it boosts it a lot but he just doesn’t interact online 😭

if it’s a social media where you can see who liked, aiura and torisuka always tease Saiki for being the first like every time

“Dang your a real simp huh? Your the first like on her every post!”

- Aiura

”MAN! You don’t miss a beat do ya Saiki? I can never beat you to it 😭”

- Toritsuka

“wow..you beat me once again. The second the notification pops up you’ve already liked, reblogged and shared before I can even click on it. That’s impressive I must say, but it’s also quite annoying because I would like to be the first one to support (name) one day. In fact you do everything first! You get the books before they publish! You like all her posts first! Satire or not too!- yadda yadda yadda..”

- Akechi

“you don’t even respond to me that fast! Sometimes you leave me on read or delivered for 2 days before you answer me”

- Kaido

Saiki also sees that your friend likes your second acc too

which he would figure since you two are close

ehehe..a bit short dearest but I hope it brings you joy regardless~ 😅💞

I have much to get out..need to be more active..

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thealmostfamouswriter · 9 months

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Understanding Storytelling

You are reading a book… you cannot put it down… you tune out the world… you are immersed in the story you hold in your hands… tick, tick, tick, tick… you glance at the clock, it is late and past your bedtime… you sigh heavily… you reluctantly put the book down… you go to bed… you sigh heavily… you cannot sleep… your mind is trapped… you cannot escape… you sit up… breathing rapidly, you turn on the bedside lamp… you pick up the book… you become immersed once more… tick, tick, tick…

Damn, I love books like that, don’t you? Have you read a story that ended well, or, that ended horribly? What about a cliffhanger? The “they lived happily ever after” ending is a horrible ending. What happens next? Will something happen to disrupt the happily ever after? The WTF? endings are enraging, are they not? I mean, the time invested in a great story that you expect to have a satisfying end and in the end, well, if you ever met the author at a book signing event, you would tell him or her your thoughts. Are you an avid reader that never wants a saga to end? Ah, yes. I know that feeling all too well. It is exhilarating when you start imagining what would happen next. Your heart races; your breathe rapidly and then… the excitement abandons you instantly when doubts clean house and settle in. “I can’t write,” you tell yourself. “I suck at it! My story would be stupid and unreal any way.”

Psst… do you want to hear a secret? Come here. Yeah. You. Come closer. The secret about writing is that anyone can write a story, and I mean it. You do not need to be highly educated to write. The only required skill is discipline.

“What the f*** are you talking about, Char?”

Before I explain, let me shoo away the crickets.

When you post on social media, you are telling a story. When you text someone about something you just witnessed, heard, or a person you encountered, you are telling that someone a story. Your words are visualized by whomever sees your posts or whomever receives your texts.

Damn, the crickets are loud. Allow me to explain.

You stop whatever you are doing to post a comment or to write a text. You concentrate when you type, do you not? You have disciplined yourself to “write” your message. Your words are visualized, if not accompanied with a photo or emoji. The tone comes across however you intended and you will surely get a response whether or not you are known by the person commenting on your post.

History is told with paintings, still and moving pictures, and words as are events today. Your favorite television programs, including reality shows, movies, and documentaries, even YouTube shows (not all) have written scripts, your social media posts included. There are stories told all the time, but if you want to become a writer of books or screenplay, you must have discipline.

How and What to Discipline

My technique for writing is if I think it, I write it down. I carry a notepad and pen in my purse and wherever I go, I will see something work noting and I document it. Think of it as a daily journal. I reference it all and use it for character building of persons and places. This system works and you should practice this technique. Grammar and spelling is not important.

The wheels in my mind constantly turn like a waterwheel. I frequent movie theaters or my sofa to watch a good movie, my favorite genres to watch are historically accurate movies and horror. I am addicted to science fiction - Star Wars - though. My books fall in the horror genre. I combine history with fantasy, like the novel written by Seth Grahame-Smith, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. I love the movie and the book. My friends, this is what writing is supposed to be like if you have a good imagination.

Willpower is discipline. I do not post often on Instagram or Facebook because it keeps those who follow me on the edge of their seats wondering what book I will publish next. I am on Tumblr daily because I write blogs for my photography (including photos), I write movie reviews, and I now give writing advice to help aspiring writers. Writing and posting blogs strengthens my skills and it is a great way to prevent writer’s block. Staying away from social media prevents me from becoming trapped in a drama rabbit hole that I cannot get out of. This took a little getting use to, but now, I refuse to allow it consume me.

Starting A Book

The first step is to write a brief description about your story, what you currently have in mind. Do not change anything at this time, just write down your idea. Then think about your characters, but without a personality. For example:

A magic forest with mystical animals, magic flowers and plants, and fairies. Humans are not allowed in because they are known to destroy beautiful things for power and money. The fairies protect the forest and prevent humans from discovering this magic place. A male fairy falls in love with a human girl and he visits her nightly after she falls asleep. The girl sees him and falls in love with him, but she thinks, she knows, he is not real and loves only his vision. She cannot love anyone because she cannot stop thinking about him. This causes a boy who likes her to become angry and jealous of someone that is not real. The angry boy tries to control her, ruin her, but the fairy comes to her rescue.

The example above is how you would get your idea on paper. Leave it alone and do not look at it again. Sometimes the story seems cheesy after you have written, but you can make changes later. Now, you should create characters.

Protagonists - the boy fairy and the human girl.

The boy fairy will look like a young Brad Pitt (you can describe him when you write him in the story). The strongest fairy warrior, very loving being.

The human girl is extremely beautiful with silky long brown hair, emerald green eyes, and fair skin. Her lips are naturally rosy and soft. She is the kindest person.

Antagonist - the jealous human boy.

The human boy will look like a stereotypical 80’s movie high school jock. Blonde hair, smug face, cocky attitude, and arrogant.

Describing your characters like this is a good start and you can make changes later. These first steps give your story life, you cannot stop now.

Let me stop here for now, I do not want to be overwhelming. In my next blog post, I will explain why this process is less intimidating compared to other professional writers. I will show you how to add a location, and supporting characters.

Thanks for joining me and I hope I can make your first book a successful and stress-free journey.

Daily Affirmation

I am a magnet for great things

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jjkpls · 3 years

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the wishlist (m) - 4

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 4.7k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk; explicit language; ambiguous infidelity ; awkwardness

previous - next

The issue is that Jungkook -and you're not a bitch for thinking that- is a little bit of an idiot.

He can be very smart. He can be wise and present unsuspecting resources and knowledge. He can teach you things you don't know anything about, figure out others you struggle to -but not during stressful times like for say an escape game because during those, he turns absolutely, utterly useless.

But he is an idiot too. An idiot that sometimes shapes situations and conclusions and ideas in a very peculiar way that is very singular to him.

That’s precisely what happens then. He plays his role right, to its full extent, with great dedication and commitment. Except he missed a memo, misread the script and ends up playing a role that's not the one you planned for him. He believes that he’s your new adult toy provider (as if there is such a thing).

When you think he’s coming over to share a meal or play some game or binge-watch a series you promised to wait for him to experience together, he has a box hidden in his pocket or carried under his arm.

He has the decency to not comment on it the first time around. He just set it down on the coffee table, between the bowl of chips and the one filled with guacamole. You see the logo on top of it. You recognize the design, reffined, minimalist with the pretty pastel matte colour.

He probably identifies the shame and the annoyance on your face, painting your cheeks and reshaping your eyebrows, and doesn’t say anything. Simply smiles to himself and starts talking about the series’ new episode that’s about to start.

It takes a lot of efforts, coming from you, to ignore the conspicuous object sitting just in front and in between you. But eventually, probably because more than a decade of friendship with this guy have grown impressive mind muscles on you, you manage to make abstraction of it.

It just stops existing for a while until he leaves and you’re curious to see what’s inside. And again you have the same old intentions as before. The same ones.

You won’t use it.

It’s curiosity. And it's fine for you to be curious because he’s the one buying it and gifting it to you. Why should you be blamed?

Freshly hopped in bed, just done reading the notice hanging over your face, you’re yawning and sending your eyebrows high in interest. Again you won’t use it but it sounds very interesting. That’s when you get a text from him.

Guk

So about the toy!

As if you were waiting for his explanation. As if the conversation got cut short and you were expecting him to pick it back up whenever possible.

You won’t entertain him.

You

I said not to buy me this.

Guk

You never said that! You said something about me being crazy but never about buying one again

Because you're mostly made of petty bitch material, you scroll higher quickly, wishing to find something, any text that would corroborate what you’re saying.

You don’t find anything though. Because you never actually told him to not buy you other toys by text, and now that you come to think of it, you probably never did out loud either because you didn’t fucking know that he would even consider doing so.

It’s not even Christmas anymore. It’s not your birthday. There’s even less of a valid reason for him to get you this therefore, of course, you did not explicitly warn him not to, you didn’t think it would be necessary.

You

It’s not even my fucking bday why???

Guk

I told you the lady at the shop

But who the hell is that lady?

Guk

She talked about a lot of products and they all seemed cool and because you liked the other one I thought I’d get you this one too

You

Jungkook

This simple response says a lot, you hope he can read between the pixels of his screen the desperation, the irritation, the frustration, the silent insults.

Guk

Listen it’s super cool it's supposed to mimic the touch of a finger

Jungkook then proceeds to explain to you how it works. The original idea being a system with a tiny ball rolling under a silicon skin, to place on your clitoris to have the illusion of a finger's touch. And it’s interesting and innovative surely and sounds intriguing as in, you wonder if it’s accurate, but you’re tired and it seems like you’re wading in some sort of swamp you can’t escape from. There’s a fire burning your skin from your cheeks to your chest. You’re both hating this conversation and unwilling to just draw a final period to it. This asshole.

You

I can read

Guk

So you opened it already??

There’s a bunch of excited emojis that follows his last message and fill up the empty space your lack of response leaves.

Why and how can he be so eager?

Here comes the delusional part of your brain. It’s a very wide, very deep hallway covered in bookshelves filled to the brim with stupid interpretations and beliefs and sometimes even memories you’ve shared with him. Often next to the laters are pinned an article from a teenage magazine or the jacket of a romance movie, specifically there to validate that yes, indeed, it must have meant something.

The door of that corridor just creaked opened. You can discern the sound, you can feel the particular atmosphere without even having to take a step through.

Is it really that normal to be so excited about that? For him? As a friend?

It’s the most frustrating part: you are friends. Friends who supposedly can tell each other everything. Friends who can ask each other anything.

You should be able to talk about it. Just ask him. If there’s anything behind this whole mess, if he means to tell you something, if it’s wholly mindless, if there’s no hidden agenda.

It should be fine. There’s only trust and affection in this friendship.

You are still too scared, you are terrified that he’d start linking dots, ask himself some new questions, potentially answer them himself, and have you all found out.

You'd have your barely well-worn cover thrown completely away.

You send the blank emoji. The one with even the eyes closed. It summarizes your actual state pretty well, speechless, relatively annoyed.

Guk

She said you could try it on other parts of your body too

Guk

At first

Guk

Like on your lips or your nipples

You want to die.

Now.

No, better, you wish to have never been born.

Why is he talking about your nipples? Why?

And through all that, you still feel like something is wrong with you, along with your feelings.

Turns out you are so overwhelmed by his clueless inadequacy, you need a good half an hour and a random shot of tequila to get through it. When it’s gone and exhaustion of a long day and alcohol have knocked nervousness and panic out, you fall asleep, forgetting about answering his outrageous last texts.

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

Min's finger stops midair, above the cash register she's been working on. She needs a good minute to get back to her senses and while you wait, anxiety invades you. Maybe you should never have brought it up.

But this question, the torturous thing is slowly killing you.

Min finally turns her head to you, eyes squinted and eyebrows drawn low. She sucks in her pretty red lips before opening them to start formulating, with it seems a certain struggle, an answer.

“I don’t think I quite understand.”

It’s a pretty straightforward, relatively easy question. That’s what you'd want to say but you’ve reached the state of bashful regret and decide not to press it. Some things are better just left alone.

“Who talked about your nipples?” She ends up asking the one thing you wished she wouldn’t because there is no way you’re giving his name.

“Doesn’t matter.” You mumble, turning around slightly, getting back to the task you were here, paid, to do -wipe the shelves clean and not talk about your “““love””” life.

“I think it does. You wanna know if it means something? Like the guy's into you?”

“Something like that.” Your cheeks are aflame now. No doubt about it. You silently curse at your manager who refuses that you don’t wear the ugly hat that holds your hair back because having a curtain of hair to hold behind, as a help to keep some of your remained, sparse dignity would have been peachy.

“What did he say exactly?”

Silence. You’re not elaborating. She sighs, defeated.

“Well, I suppose... he’s considered the fact that you have boobs. If it’s a straight guy, that’s a good sign, I guess?” She shrugs.

You don’t like the answer. It’s exactly what the wrong, defective part of your brain, the one directly wired to your heart, wanted to hear.

She doesn’t even have the context, anyway. It doesn’t mean much, doesn’t hold much power in your court of sensibility.

She stares at the side of your face, clearly attempting to drill holes in your head to try and find some answers. You’re awfully silent, have said too much yet not enough and she’s dying to know the whole story. You won’t give in and she can tell. There’s no way you’re sharing the whole thing. The most, probably, probative point of the whole story: the sex toys. It’d turn her into a devastating tsunami of nonsense and misinterpretation and drown you in its wake and you can’t, when you’re already struggling to stay afloat, allow that.

Tag list: @fangirls94 @realswimshaddy @safi4x @pnkd @somewhereinthestarss @kpopfandomftw @kai-kai-bookshelf @pasteljoonie @ggukkieland

A/N: Don’t forget to click on the next button on top, two parts are being posted simultaneously :)

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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College AU Week 1 Day 2 - Javier Pena

A/N: Day 2 of the January AU challenge and 300 follower celebration! I had so much fun writing this one and if you want a second smutty part I could be persuaded to do it. Thank you for every reblog, comment, and like. :)

Pairing: Javier Pena x female reader

Warning: 18 + (language, mentions of drug/alcohol use, reader has an ex boyfriend)

My Masterlist

My friend dragged me to this party, and I just saw my ex quick make out with me.

Javier readjusted the tie in the mirror again for the twelfth time before ripping it off and opening up the top three buttons of the shirt. Tugging on his trusty leather jacket over the shirt and holstering his gun. Javier spent his life working as an on-campus security guard at the local University. Breaking up parties with underage drinking, busting students for narcotics use, and making sure they felt safe on campus. He took great pride in his job, and the pay wasn't awful. Although as he's gotten older over the last few years, he felt something was missing from his life.

He joined some of the dating sites and apps that his buddy Steve, a history professor, suggested. Steve had met his wife, Connie, on one of the sites, and they seemed happy with their new baby girl Olivia so why not. It was a disaster. The dates were dull and expensive, each of them expecting him to dish out for them. He still slept with all of them, but nothing lasted for more than an evening of fun. It was cheaper and easier to pick someone up in a bar than find a relationship with someone.

The newest guard at the station Daniel Van Ness had begged him to get out of the faculty party he had been assigned. Javier hated them just as much as the recruit, but by now, he had a few friends on the faculty, and it wouldn't be a total bore. He just needed to make sure no students crashed the party and that anyone who drank too much got home safe and not behind the wheel. It wasn't the most ideal event, but every dollar he made went back into the house fund. Javier had the goal of buying a house this year, and he was so close to making his goal.

*******

Across town, you readjusted the straps on your purple dress for the twelfth time. Faculty events were the bane of your existence. As a literature professor and the classics, you'd much rather spend the evening with a glass of whiskey, comfy couch, and a book. Instead, your friend Tata decided it would be fun if you tagged along this year.

You hated events like these, but the President of the University insisted on these events to raise funds for the school. Although with the outrageous amount of money they collect from students and the way they badger former students for donations, the school should be rolling in the dough.

Tata's husband was in commerce and owned a large shipping company across town. Tata ran the daycare the University used to teach students about business and childcare. She was one of the sweetest women you'd ever met, even if her husband did kind of give you the creeps.

Your phone chimes and you smile at the party emojis from Tata and reply back that your on the way. Grabbing your black lace shawl and tossing it over your shoulders and your purse, plopping in your phone and heading for the party. Who knows, maybe it would all turn out for the better?

Who the hell ever told you to be so optimistic? It's basically asking for trouble. The party was in full swing when you arrived. Well, as full swing as a party full of academics can be. The DJ was trying to play music people could dance to, but only a few were actually dancing, and it was mostly couples. Tata sees you instantly, and you almost groan at how effortless she looks. She's smaller than most people in the room, with cute shoulder-length brown hair that curls at the ends and a strapless purple dress with a thin see-through shawl around her shoulders.

"You made it," she squeals and pulls you into a hug.

You can't help but smile at her enthusiasm and return the hug, "Did you ever doubt me?"

"Of absolutely! If I hadn't threatened to come and drag you out of that apartment, you wouldn't be here. But I am very glad you here, now Pablo owes me money, he bet against you." She grins and pinches her fingers together.

"You and your husband had a bet to see if I would come to the faculty party?" You laugh, and she takes a sip, nodding.

"Yes, the business has been a little slow lately, and you know my husband is always planning what's next. I needed something to keep his mind on me."

You loved Tata, but her husband was really an asshole; you could smell the fake from a mile away. You see the bar and tell Tata you're going to get a drink, but she's already off like a butterfly floating around the room. You make your way over to the bar, order a whiskey on the rocks and take a small sip turning around the room and scoping out the scene.

Your eyes lock in on the movement in the corner. From the shadows emerges, someone new from the usual faculty crowd. He's tall and broad as hell in a black leather jacket thrown over a light blue button-up the top three buttons undone exposing his chest, tucked into dark wash jeans. You observe the holster around his waist tucked under the coat and the badge. He must be campus security, and it's almost like he can feel your eyes on him. He looks up from the shadows, and your eyes meet.

Holy fuck.

His eyes captivate you and suck you in like the swirling vortex of a tornado. Sucking you in deeper and deeper into his soul. It's electric. You see his lips curve up in a small smile, and his mustache rises, and all you can imagine is how it would feel against your lips if you kissed him. He takes a step in your direction, and you move a step closer before someone is shouting your name. You freeze and turn, looking at the door, mouth agape.

Your ex-boyfriend Roberto Ramos is striding over to you wearing tan dress pants and a blue and white striped polo. You grimace, looking back over towards the handsome stranger and then back at Poison. Tata's little nickname she came up with after you broke up and realized how honestly much of a scumbag he was. You make the split decision, and place down your drink and walk quickly over to the guard. He raises one eyebrow as you race over to him.

You throw your arms around his neck, and he places his on your waist. "Save me, please," you whisper, looking at him with wide eyes, "that's my ex over there, and I really want him to leave me alone. If it looks like we're here together, he won't approach."

"That one?" he nods, and you try to look over the corner of your eye and see Poison freeze watching you. You shake a yes and smile at the guard. "Seems like a fascinating guy," he deadpans, and you laugh, making him smile down at you. "What do you need me to do? Get rid of him? He's just staring at us." He whispers conspiratorially, grinning at you.

"Kiss me," the words are out of your mouth before you can think, "make out with me, and he will leave me alone." His smile drops, and he looks between your eyes and lips before nodding. His head drops, and he tentatively connects his lips with your own. He presses once then twice, taking a step closer to you and running his fingers up your neck and dipping your head back, deepening the kiss.

You gasp and grasp the lapels of his leather jacket, his arms winding around your shoulders and pulling you even closer, no space between you. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you open, feeling him lick inside your mouth. His tongue tangling up with your own. You moan lowly, and he takes a step further into the shadows and into the hallway away from the party. Your back connects with the wall, and you let out a small grunt before you run your fingers through his hair and tug gently. He groans and pushes a knee between your legs spreading them—your panties rubbing against the fabric of his jeans. The feeling between your legs is enough to snap you back to reality.

"Wait," you pull away panting, he drops his head to your shoulder, letting out hurried breaths before he slowly raises his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

"Too much?" he asks, nervously chuckling.

"Not enough, to be honest," you look into his eyes and smile. "That was...fucking amazing, but we shouldn't really have sex across the hall from a faculty party."

His cute little eyebrow raises again, "Oh, is that where this was headed? I thought you just needed me to escape your ex?"

You laugh, "Well, if he doesn't get the hint now, I think I may need to file a restraining order."

"I can help you with that if you need it," you smile and kiss him again, loving the feel of his mustache brushing against your lip.

"I don't think he will be a problem anymore, but...maybe I am a little nervous about going home right now, ya know, in case he shows up…"

"Well, we can't have that. Would you like to maybe spend the night over at my place?" You match his smile and nod, "for safety, right?"

"Oh yeah, for safety," you take his hand, and he intertwines your fingers.

"I need to stay till the end of the party for work," he looks down at his watch, "we got about two hours. Do you think you can make it that long?"

"Can I stay near you?" he nods, and raises your intertwined hands to his lips, and kisses your knuckles.

"On one condition," he teases, "you have to tell me your name." You laugh, letting him know your name, and he smiles, telling you his. Javier Pena. The name rolls off your tongue, and he groans before kissing you again. "This is going to be the longest two hours of my life."

"Well, if you make it through this party, I can tell you the after-party will be much for enjoyable." He moans, and his eyes darken.

"I can't wait."

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luxekook · 4 years

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chapter seven.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.6k

⇥ warnings: 18+, lots of cursing, general chaotic energy, poly relationship, a short confrontation, mentions of slut-shaming, switch!reader, dom!joon, switch!jin, sub!jimin, library shenanigans, an abundance of coffee, punishments, spanking, bad puns (jin is in this chapter, DUH), many nerd references uwu

Chapter Seven

Quinn Library – 3:54pm

The end of September passes in a blur of studying, partying, volunteering, and spending time with friends. The month’s conclusion also includes the increasing presence of seven boys in my everyday routine.

Since giving Taehyung the suck of his life in the bathroom of Hannigan’s, I have been basically fighting off the seven of them for a moment to breathe. But, sometimes breathing is overrated when being smothered by affection.

Going from being single to essentially dating seven people is quite the adjustment. I found myself growing attached to them – something that both excited and scared the shit out of me. We haven’t discussed labels or anything, but I figure it’s only a matter of time. The boys have apparently been planning an elaborate first date for this upcoming weekend, and I feel like they’ll probably ask to make it official then.

My stomach erupts in butterflies at the thought, and I take a calming breath. No need to overthink such things.

While it might be unconventional by some societal standards, polyamory is simply a way to love. Why should love come with confines? With binary expectations? The saying ‘love is love’ gets thrown around a lot, but I believe it bears repeating.

Jenni and Luna have been nothing but supportive to me over the past two weeks. They even came with me to volunteer this past weekend because they - and I quote - wanted to ‘check out our vibe’. But, I wholeheartedly expect that the real reason had actually been for them to feel out the boys’ intentions.

Why did I suspect this? Well, because Jungkook had come up to me within the first fifteen minutes at the worksite quivering in fear over how ‘scary my friends were’ and how ‘Jenni had cornered him to interrogate him while Luna hovered behind her, menacingly holding a nail-gun’.

I had never felt more loved and supported by my friends.

My phone dings, and I quickly hasten to put it on silent, shooting an embarrassed and apologetic look around the library. It seems like most people have headphones in, and I let out a sigh of relief. No one wants to be that one loud person in the library.

Checking my notifications, I smile when I see it’s a SnapChat from Hobi in the group chat the boys created a few weeks ago. My thumb swipes it open, and I barely contain myself from announcing to the whole library how vibrantly handsome one of my potential boyfriends is.

I quickly send a SnapChat back of me and my stack of books in the library with the caption ‘send help in the form of coffee’.

Immediately, Taehyung sends a flurry of heart eyes emojis in the chat, Jungkook sends a ‘noona is so cute’, and Yoongi sends back a picture of a black screen with the caption ‘come nap with me’.

God, I would love to nap with Yoongi right now… Alone time with the older boy is so elusively precious. One day last week at their house, I had mentioned wanting to learn piano. Yoongi had just grabbed my hand and tugged me to his room. We had spent a couple hours together in the small corner of his room playing on his keyboard.

Well, he had been playing; I had been fumbling around like a buffoon - half uncoordinated in general and half flustered by how good Yoongi looked playing. His hands had been so nimble as they flew over the keys, crafting melodies I could only assume he had composed. His focus had been so fucking hot as he nodded slightly along to the tempo in his head, his eyes shooting over to look at me every once in a while.

My hand kink? Activated.

My willpower to not kiss the shit out of Yoongi? Nonexistent.

When Yoongi had paused in between songs, I may or may not have grabbed him by his shirt collar and kissed him. His blushing attempt to dodge me had been so cute; and when I had stopped trying to kiss him, he had pouted and then kissed me instead.

What a cutie…

A giggle draws my attention from my reminiscing. At first, I pay it no mind, taking it as a directive to dive back into my studies. But then, the whispering starts.

“I heard she’s fucking her way through the whole house.”

“Isn’t there a term for that?”

“Yeah, a frat rat.”

I slam my 500-page textbook closed and stand, leveling the duo of gossiping girls with a glare that could make grown men cry. It had before when I had to properly eviscerate my uncle in defense of feminism at our last family gathering. What a time that had been.

“Is there a problem?” I force the question through gritted teeth, stalking over towards their nearby table. I relish in the way they gape at me, eyes wide and pupils quivering, “I’m sorry. I’m afraid my complaint jar is at capacity. Please don’t try again later.”

The girl on the right gulps, “No-nope, there’s no problem! We were just leaving. Right, Janika?”

“No,” The girl who had called me a ‘frat rat’ just moments before crosses her arms and stands, “I do, like, have a problem.”

“Janika,” The other girl tugs on the sleeve of the one standing, “Don’t.”

“Yeah, Janika,” I smile, “Don’t.”

I can see the moment she snaps.

“You’re, like, such a fucking bitch! I don’t know what they all see in you. Oh wait, yes I do. You’re fucking easy.”

I consider myself to be a patient person, but having to endure this type of rant against my character - and against women’s sexual freedom in general - has pushed me well past my limits.

“Now, listen here, Janika,” I take another step forward, “You can keep talking your shit. I really don’t give a flying fuck what you think about me. But I really advise you to google ‘how to stop slut-shaming for dummies’ because it seems like you need a crash course.”

Janika’s face darkens, “Whatever. They’ll get tired of you anyway.”

“Yeah,” I let out an amused laugh, “I’m sure they’ll get real tired of me choking on their dicks every night.”

Letting out a gasp, Janika whirls back around to face her silent friend, “Let’s go. I don’t want to, like, be around her any longer.”

“Buh-bye now,”I wiggle my fingers in their direction as they shuffle out of the library.

Smiling in satisfaction, I head back towards my table. Without hesitation, I gather my books and belongings and head upstairs to the quiet floor. Any more distractions or confrontations would probably make my blood pressure pop off the charts.

The quiet floor, as one of my safe havens, is home to several small private study rooms. Peering into each, I start to lose hope that any would be available. Finally, the very last room proves me wrong, and I swing open the door and almost in tears over the sweet, sweet solitude.

This particular study room is tucked away in the very far corner of the library’s second floor. Not many people are aware of its location, and it seems that paid off for me today. Plopping my things down across the table in the center of the tiny room, I follow suit and drop down into one of the two chairs adjoining the table.

What a clusterfuck of an afternoon… This sadly isn’t the first time I’ve heard some comments being made about my association with the BTS boys, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Yet, part of me knew all along that this would be the trade-off.

After all, what are a few irrelevant opinions to seven gorgeous and loyal partners? Inconsequential - in my opinion. That is the reason why I haven’t breathed a word of the backlash to anyone.

Sighing, I flip open my textbook to where I had been before being rudely interrupted.

The amygdala plays a key role in emotion and behavior…

“Noona?”

I jump a half-mile out of my chair, slapping a hand over my pounding heart. Jimin had somehow managed to enter the room without my knowledge. Had he fucking teleported?

Holding a giant iced coffee in one hand and a cinnamon bun in the other, Jimin beams at me and ignores the fact he just scared the living shit out of me. “Hi, noona! I saw your SnapChat while I was in class, and I came here as soon as I could.”

I stare dumbfounded at the angel before me. Jimin is slightly out of breath with reddened cheeks and a sweaty brow. His black track-pants are slung low on his hips, his long-sleeve white t-shirt clings to his torso, his black duffle bag thrown carelessly over one shoulder. He must have run over straight from dance class.

Standing abruptly, I stalk over to where Jimin is still posted up by the doorway to the study room. Toe to toe with him, I blurt out while still half in a daze, “You really brought me coffee and food?”

He eyes me warily like I might suddenly jump on him at any moment. Shifting his weight back and forth, Jimin hesitantly replies, “Um, yes?"

I take the coffee and cinnamon bun from his hands, place them on the table, and then tackle him with the biggest hug. "You absolute sweetheart!" I murmur into the crook of his neck, "This made my day. Thank you, Jimin-ie."

His hands tentatively wrap around me, pulling me closer. "You're welcome, noona. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Well, I really appreciate it, baby,” My lips brush over the crevice of his collarbone and relish in his shudder. Bringing my head up to face his, I smile widely at him, “Can I kiss you, Jimin-ie?”

“Yes,” He sighs out, eyes already closing in anticipation. I press my lips to his, still smiling softly against his mouth. His lips are plush under mine, velvety soft. My tongue swipes across his bottom lip and— Is that coffee I taste?

I pull back, “Jimin, did you sip my coffee on your way here?”

The boy looks rightfully alarmed, “I– y-yes. But only a little, noona!”

Cute.

“Hmm,” I trail my fingers down his chest, “I guess I’ll make an exception for you this time since you were the one to bring it for me.”

Jimin relaxes slightly, but his expression is strangely disappointed. I stare at him quizzically, and he blushes.

“What is it?” I lean against the table, facing him.

He clears his throat, staring intensely at the ground, “You can still punish me if you want, (y/n)-noona.”

My eyebrows shoot upwards at his offer, and then I let out a slight chuckle, “Oh, Jimin… That would be a favor to you, wouldn’t it? My baby boy wants to be punished, hm? Did dance practice make you all hot and bothered? Jungkook tells me that has been happening to you lately.”

Jimin’s face explodes in color as he mutters, “That little bitch will pay for this.”

Suddenly, the door swings open with a resounding thud, nearly clipping Jimin in the shoulder.

“Your savior has arrived!” Kim Seokjin announces loudly in spite of the studiously silent atmosphere of the quiet floor. His hands hold two steaming hot travel mugs, which I can only guess are filled with the elixir of the gods (aka coffee).

Seokjin’s eyes glance around the room as he takes in the fact that I’m not alone as he obviously had expected. “Wait, Jimin-ie? What are you doing here?” Jin’s eyes flick down to the coffee and cinnamon roll that lay on the table. “Goddamn it!”

“You were too slow, hyung,” Jimin smirks happily as he takes a seat in the chair I had previously vacated. He slouches smugly as he stares up at the fuming older boy.

“Too slow?!” Jin roars.

“Jin,” I chastise, circumventing around him to shut the door.

“Sorry, babe,” Seokjin says while still glaring daggers at the all-too-pleased Jimin. Suddenly, his expression changes into a sneaky look that makes me both want to run and jump his bones. “Well,” He waves the two coffee mugs around in the air, “I made these myself - with love. I didn’t buy that generic shit; I brewed it, baby.”

It’s Jimin’s turn again to look disgruntled, and I can’t help but laugh at their antics.

“Any and all coffee is appreciated and loved by me – the more the merrier. So, thank you both,” You say, taking one of the travel mugs from Seokjin. Kissing his cheek, you turn back to sit opposite Jimin at the table.

“She kissed me on the lips!” Jimin bursts.

“Park Jimin!” I cry as Jin splutters some sort of incoherent rant about fairness and equality.

Jimin holds eye contact with me, still leaning back in his chair like he’s the king of the fucking universe. But, he’s not; I am.

My chair hits the wall behind me with a bang as I stand, planting my hands on the table to loom over Jimin. “Do you think it’s fun to push your hyung, Jimin? Does it amuse you to be a little shit?”

I can see the moment that Jimin decides to be a brat. His eyes heat up in a challenge, and he firmly answers, “Yes, noona.”

“Get up.” The change in my tone is apparent. Jimin gulps. Getting to his feet, he stares back at me expectantly.

“Jin,” I address the older boy while still maintaining eye contact with Jimin, “What kind of punishment do you think I should give our Jimin here?”

Seokjin rounds my other side, grinning, “Well, (y/n) darling, I believe he should get spanked.”

“Interesting choice,” I murmur, turning to face Jin, “That’s what you’re going to get then.”

“What?” Jin squawks, arms waving rapidly around in the air, “But I didn’t do anything!”

“Nothing is what you should have done, Jin,” I push him against the wall, “You know better than to let Jimin rile you up like this.”

Those plump lips of his pout dramatically as he whines, “But, (y/n)…”

“But nothing,” I say and then whirl around to face the other boy. He’s still standing where I left him with his eyes glued to the pair of us. “Jimin,” I hold his gaze, “You’re going to watch. You’re not going to touch yourself, your hyung isn’t going to touch you, and I’m not going to touch you.”

His eyes widen comically, “No! That’s not fair!”

“Do you want to be gagged, too, baby boy?” I ask, cocking my head slightly. Seeing his emphatic head shakes, I grin. “That’s what I thought. Now, stay.”

Turning back to Jin, I smirk slightly as I ask, “Punishment now or later?”

Seokjin’s eyes scrunch cutely in confusion, “What?”

“You see,” I move closer to him, my body brushes his, “I think you earned a punishment, but I think you also earned helping me punish Jimin.”

A wide grin crosses Jin’s face as he glances back at the corner Jimin is stewing in. “I would be honored to help you punish him, babe.”

“That’s what I figured,” I smile briefly at him before slowly sliding my hands up his chest to rest on the nape of his neck. Holding them there, I press the lightest of kisses to the corner of his lips.

Jin’s breath hitches in his throat.

I run my tongue against the seam of his mouth, taking my time and savoring the sweet taste of him. His lips part to let me in, my tongue sliding across his. I grind against him as we kiss, moving my hips in such a way that makes him groan and lean back harder against the wall.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

Ripping my mouth from Jin’s, I turn to face the newcomer.

Namjoon stands in the doorway holding yet another cup of coffee, his face thunderous. "What do the three of you think you're doing? This is the goddamn library, you heathens!”

Seokjin jumps out of his skin in fright, pushing me away faster than I can anticipate. Stumbling back, I crash into Jimin – who apparently had ventured out of his assigned corner. Brat.

“The shades were open!” Namjoon continues to rant as he flicks the aforementioned item down to cover the door’s window, “Did you want people to see you?”

He reads the expression on my face correctly, “Oh, but you did, didn’t you, (y/n)?” Namjoon approaches where I’m still captured in Jimin’s embrace. Glaring down at me, he taunts, “So quick to stake your claim; but, make no mistake, they were mine first.”

Shaking out of Jimin’s hold, I straighten, raising my chin to meet Namjoon’s gaze full-on, “That’s interesting. I didn’t realize you were so lenient with your partners.”

Jimin makes a choking noise behind me. Jin stands behind Namjoon, waving a hand in front of his throat to clearly tell me to stop talking. I keep going, “Perhaps I need to teach you how to discipline.”

Namjoon flips me around, shoves Jimin out of the way, and bends me facedown across the table.

“Jin,” He says, his voice growly, “Stand in the hall and let me know if you can hear us.”

The sound of the door opening and closing alerts me that Jin followed Namjoon’s instructions without a word.

“Jimin,” He continues, “Hold (y/n)’s hands out in front of her.” Jimin ascquieces, staring apologetically down at me as he tugs my hands towards him.

“This is cute,” I say, “I always love holding Jimin-ie’s hands.”

Thwack. The stinging imprint of Namjoon’s palm on my ass burns deliciously. I arch my back, looking over my shoulder at him with a half-smile. “Do it harder, daddy.”

A breath sucks in between his lips as I utter the word I know will get him feeling as hot as me. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby girl,” Namjoon grits out, his jaw clenched tightly.

“Oh, daddy,” I say, “Don’t you remember? I’m the fucking Queen.”

“Was that a chess pun? Nice.” A muffled voice followed by a squeaky laugh sounds through the door.

“Seokjin,” Namjoon seethes, flying over to open the door and drag the older boy back inside, “I thought I told you to let me know if you could hear us.”

I tug out of Jimin’s gentle hold, straighten back up, and then situate myself into a sitting position on the table.

I watch amusedly as Jin shimmies his way out of Joon’s grasp, “Yah! It’s not my fault I get intense FOMO. Don’t hate the player, hate the game. Besides, I only heard you because I had my ear pressed to the door.”

Jimin stifles a giggle. I let out a full-on laugh. Namjoon mumbles what sounds like a plea to some higher power under his breath.

“See what I have to deal with?” Namjoon turns to me, shaking his head. “Are you sure you want to sign up for this?”

“That depends,” I swing my legs back and forth as I stay perched on the table, “Are you going to keep spanking me?”

The boy who had just unhesitatingly bent me over to punish me now blushes and rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, probably? You have quite a mouth on you, baby.”

Hopping off the table, I laugh, “Good answer. Ten points to Gryffindor.”

“Woo!” Jin cheers, “Nice job on the House Points, Joon-ie!”

“I am in love with idiots,” Jimin sighs.

Grabbing my phone from my backpack, I let out a slight yell as I read the time. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I scramble to shove all of my textbooks back into my bag.

“What is it, noona?” Jimin worries, appearing next to me. “Are you late for class?”

“No,” I cry, “It’s so much worse. I’m late for my weekly Animal Crossing discord chat! Heath is gonna kill me…”

“Heath?” Jin scowls, “Who is this Heath you speak of?”

“Chill, fam,” I shrug my backpack onto my shoulders and stare contemplatively down at the three different coffees. “You can’t get jealous every time I mention a new person. What’s next? You’re gonna come for Tom Nook?”

Namjoon - who must play Animal Crossing - stifles a laugh as Jin pouts. “She has a point, Jin.”

“And so does a pencil. Big whoop,” Jin scowls with his arms folded.

“Aw, Seokjin-ie,” I coo, reaching over to pinch his cheek, “Don’t be mad. You’ll get to spend all day with me on Saturday after volunteering! What are we doing, anyways?” I level Joon with my best side-eye as I ask that question, knowing he is more likely than not the mastermind behind our planned date.

“It’s going to be great, noona!” Jimin pipes up, hugging me from the side, “You’re going to love it…You’re going to love us.” He murmurs the last part, probably not meaning for me to hear; but, I do.

God, I do.

“We’ll pick you up before volunteering,” Joon says, “Just bring yourself and a change of clothes.”

“What?” I decide - fuck it - and attempt to grab all three coffees, “No overnight bag?”

Jin, who had just taken a sip of his own coffee, spews it everywhere. “Pack one,” He gasps out in between coughs.

Laughing, I walk to the door, which Jimin kindly opens for me. “Okay, I’ll think about it. Ah, I’m so late. Jimin and Jin, I’ll punish you at a later time. Joon, you can try to punish me at a later time.” Living for their astonished expressions, I wave as best I can with three coffees in hand, “Bye, babes! Text me-e-e.”

As I make my way out of the library, it hits me that I only have one more day to prepare for this date. Fucking hell…

a/n: this is such a filler of a chap with a tinge of drama mixed in, hehe. the next one is gonna be that date tho uwu stay tuuuuuuned and thanks 4 reading

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cals-laundry · 3 years

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A Picture Says A Thousand Words, A Video Says More

You toss the hoodie aside and open Snapchat instead. It feels so naughty and you find yourself enjoying it all a little more than you thought. You snap a picture, but as you hit send, the sound from your laptop still playing Netflix makes you jump. You feel silly. “Stupid; getting scared over something that small.”

Relationship: Touya Todoroki x GN! Reader Words: 2,156 Tags: sibling incest, fake sex, acted sex, sex toys

Only your big brother can fix your ruined Valentine’s plans.

You twist and turn in front of the mirror, you take everything in, and you almost can’t believe it’s you . You'd gone all out, right down to the garter belt and stockings. Your parents, brothers, and sister all had plans for Valentine’s day too, but they had left in the last while. Except Touya, you could hear his shower running. You’d taken extra care in getting ready this time, and you have to say, you feel hot. Your boyfriend would be drooling in no time. Speak of the Devil; your phone buzzes, and you see his name on the screen with a little heart emoji after it. No doubt excitement, maybe even a cheeky little picture of his own.

“Hey, babe! I’m so sorry but something came up, gotta cancel tonight. See you Tuesday?”

Disappointment bubbles in you, and hot tears spring forth with no warning. All that excitement, the joy, that self confidence runs down the drain at his words. Maybe you were a fool for even getting this into it. A door slams somewhere; Touya must have left. With no audience, even an accidental one, you let the tears flow fully, and you decide to welcome in the oldest cliché you can; you throw a hoodie on over your lingerie and you go digging in the freezer for some ice cream. You feel so stupid now. Maybe you should have taken the lingerie off fully. You groan in annoyance and instead of whining internally, you settle against the counter and dig your spoon into the ice cream. Your family wouldn’t be home for hours. Or so you thought.

“What are you still doing here?” Touya walks into the room, freshly showered, cologne on, and dressed pretty well for him.

“Boyfriend cancelled.”

“Ouch. Fuckin’ sucks. You alright?”

You shrug.

“I’ve got ice cream and Netflix.”

You hide the part about having dildos better than his dick.

“Y’sure? It’s shitty of him to cancel on Valentine’s. Even if it’s a shitty day anyway.”

“You can say that; you have a date.”

“How d’ya know?”

“Shirt.”

“Pfft, maybe I wanna look nice for friends.”

“Doubtful. Keigo doesn’t even know how to button a shirt.”

He laughs at your comment, but then, rounds the counter to make for the fridge. And stops.

“The fuck you wearing?”

You choke on ice cream and try to huddle into your hoodie.

“Shit, I thought everyone was out when I came down,” you grab the ice cream and your spoon and leave before embarrassment can swallow you whole. You don’t hear whatever Touya calls after you, but you might be better for it.

* Sitting around in lingerie, eating ice cream, and watching Netflix isn’t so bad. It makes you feel like one of those people in a photoshoot. But every so often you remember why you’re stuck like this at all and it just makes your chest swell with hurt. But at the same time, the brush of lace against your sex, the way the stockings feel when you move, it’s all so...teasing. You can’t help but enjoy the sensation, and it isn’t long before it turns to full blown arousal. And why waste that? Your mind juggles accepting your boyfriend’s apology and not, and lands at the middle; why not show him just how much he’s missing? You pose in front of the mirror as you had earlier, and sneak a picture first. Not bad. You toss the hoodie aside and open Snapchat instead. It feels so naughty and you find yourself enjoying it all a little more than you thought. You snap a picture, but as you hit send, the sound from your laptop still playing Netflix makes you jump. You feel silly.

“Stupid; getting scared over something that small.”

You snap another picture and another and another - a simple pose with that hoodie from earlier, touching yourself loosely, bent over with your hole obscured by only the lace - and for each one, you just hit “last snap”; safest way to avoid accidents. After your little photoshoot, you get just a little too brave. You face the mirror, spread your legs, and hit record as you pull the lace to the side to tease yourself. Two lubed fingers slip into your hole with practiced ease but you moan all the same. You send it quickly before you can back out, and then, you send another video; this time as you fill your hole with something bigger and wider and made of silicone. You cast your phone aside and the irritation from earlier is forgotten. Instead you bask at the fullness of that dildo inside you, even as you miss the warmth of the real thing. You moan shamelessly, beg and plead and your back arches as you get closer and closer and your voice peaks into some high pitched whine.

Then the door slams.

You quieten yourself but the footsteps are quick, angry. Your door bursts open and you can barely fix your eyes on Touya when he crosses the room as you desperately try to hide yourself.

“You cheeky, slutty little shit,” he shoves your knees apart where you’ve put them together.

“Touya, what are you doing?!”

He just laughs and admires the way your hole stretches around the dildo before he grabs the end and pulls slowly.

“You thought you could fuckin’ get away with it, huh? Just because your boyfriend is shitty?”

He thrusts it back into you and you moan. Every shuffle away and he hooks an arm under your legs to pull you back.

“Touya, stop!”

“What? Don’t want it now that I’m here for real?”

You stop. His eyes are on yours but as you stop, anger and frustration melt away and he looks dumbfounded.

“Well?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Tryna play dumb?” he quirks a brow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

He snorts.

“Are you trying to tell me you already forgot sending me those snaps?”

Your stomach goes icy cold, but he keeps talking.

“You already forgot that photo of you bent over with this cute little ass all covered with some message about wishing I was here?”

He sets a pace with the dildo and you can’t speak up.

“You already forgot the video of you showing off your hole before fucking it for me?”

Your stomach drops like lead but he doesn’t stop.

“I-I didn’t mean to!”

“Sure, play whatever game you want to make yourself feel better; your big brother is still going to fuck you until you never want another cock.”

You shudder at the words.

“T-Touya, I didn’t….I wasn’t...I sent those to the wrong person.”

He stills. And he pales. And suddenly, he looks sick.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I was trying to like...show my boyfriend what he was missing. I...I hit your name by accident.”

He pulls back and suddenly, he looks so guilty.

“Holy shit, holy shit, okay, fuck, I, uh, I- I’m so sorry, I should go, I-”

But as he stands to leave, the dildo he’d been keeping inside your sloppy hole drops out and you catch him looking at how your hole involuntarily clenches. He stares for a beat too long...but you don’t hate it. He swallows, and you reach between your legs again to find the dildo and press it back against you. He swallows again and edges forward.

“P-put it back in.”

Such a change in tone, but before you can mock him for it, he shoves his jeans and underwear down, and he fists his cock with a sigh of relief. You can’t deny his request at that sight. You push it in, deep as it can go, and pull out. And you know he’s matching you. It’s sort of silly when he steps closer and places the tip of himself against your skin with his hand around it. As you push in, he pushes his hips forward until he can see just how deep he could be. He watches, fucking you only in theory, and your heart flutters at the way he looks down at you. He looks...good. Really good. And you miss the enthusiastic, eager man he was just moments ago. He groans and his head falls back, and without thinking, you press into yourself a little harder and gasp out “Touya!” His eyes flick to yours.

“Was that real?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise, Touya.”

“Wait.”

He leaves and before you can question it, he’s back beside you with something in his hand.

“I’m gonna just...put this right here,” he places it on your stomach and holds it in place, “can you keep...can I…” he doesn’t want to say it but you know. You touch his hand, move it from the fleshlight, and wiggle your garter belt over it to hold it in place. His hands plant at either side of your hips, and you reach between the pair of you to grip the base of your dildo again. With a nod, you pull out until just the tip rests there and he lines himself up with his toy. Together, you press forward, and silly as it all seemed, it feels...right. The brush of his hips and the pace itself makes it feel like it’s him. And that thrills you in ways you can’t explain. Each press of silicone gets faster, and he waits, he matches you each time, but his hands are unruly. They hold your waist, caress your cheek, hold your hand, anything they can do within reason. Without touching where they shouldn’t. And the fantasy of it melts away. You forget it. You simply let your head fall back and your knees press to his waist, and you moan and whine and beg. The snap of his hips makes you work faster, and in turn, his thrusts pick up. Your arm wraps around his shoulders, and the pair of you stare between your legs. Your voice hitches as his balls slap against that spot, the one you love most, and you whine for him.

“Again, again, please,” your head rolls back as he nods, and somehow, he hits it again, and you lose it to the fantasy.

“Fuck, Touya, it’s so good, it’s so good, please, I’m close,” you moan the words so shamelessly and he swears at them under his breath,

“I know, I know, I-I can feel it. You’re squeezing me so fucking good, I wanna cum.”

“Cum in me, please, I need it, please!”

His hips lose all pattern and your hand does too. It dissolves to desperation; his hair tickles your forehead, his grip turns too tight, and the slap of him against you is so eager, so strong, and it slips out before you can stop it.

“Big brother!”

Your orgasm threatens, but he leans down close to whisper against your ear.

“You want your big brother’s cum?”

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Cum in me, big brother, please, I need it, I wanna feel it, I- fuck, I’m gonna cum, Touya, please, big brother, I’m gonna-” your voice breaks into a sob and you cling to him too tight. The peak of your orgasm is there, but it needs one last push before it crashes through you.

“I’m gonna cum in you, I’m gonna cum, keep going, cum with your big brother.”

That does it. You throw your head back and desperately try to keep your pace as you call his name, but his hips still, and his hands grab your hips and pull you against him so hard that it pushes the dildo just right and you whine out “big brother!”. He’s muttering under his breath; “take it, take it, fuck, you take all my cum so fucking good.”

You gasp for air, legs still pinned against his sides, but your bliss is shortlived. Downstairs, the front door opens, and Touya, quick as a whip, is off of you, toy forgotten as he buttons up and leaves the room with only a single glance over his shoulder. You rush too, and once in your shower, the guilt teases at you. You clean his toy and your own, and when you settle to bed, it’s with a weary heart at just how much you prayed it would all happen again.

Days pass. You and Touya can’t even look at each other, not even alone. But he misses it as much as you do.

Sometime much too early, your door creaks open, and searching hands sneak over your locker for something forgotten.

“Bathroom,” you mutter before you roll onto your side and he disappears in there before coming back. There’s a pop of a cap, a slick sound, and Touya nudges the hard end of it between your thighs before he curls against your back. You hear his sigh of relief mingle with a squelching sound before he speaks.

“Hold it steady for your big brother?”

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ohtheseboysilove · 4 years

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The life ahead of us I/III [Billy/Four x F!Reader]

Words : 4, 200 K +

Warnings : fluff, smut, angst, blood…

Summary : Billy and reader decided to quit the Six Underground team after three years fighting the bad guys. They agreed to help them finish this last job before starting their new life. Only three more missions to go for a life of freedom.

Note : Hiyyaaa, first 6 Underground writing and I’m beyond excited ! (and bloody nervous too!!!) I had this idea few days ago and I didn’t want to start writing it because I have a lot of other stuffs to finish/edit but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it so…The whole story is already clear in my mind, divided in 3 parts (was supposed to be a simple OS but I got carried away as usual…). Anyway, I hope you’re gonna like it as much as I do and don’t forget to tell me what you think (even if it’s just a meme or a heart emoji, I’m surviving on these little comments!). Lots of love xx

x Masterlist x

General Headquarters of the 6 Underground team.

His mouth was hot, almost burning against yours, tongues and legs intertwined together in a passionate and lustful mess.

His thrusts were becoming sloppy as he was coming closer to his orgasm, his fingers quickly working on your clit to bring you with him and he was doing an amazing job as usual.

“Fuck…baby I’m so close” He breathed against your face before devouring your neck with light bites and small kisses.

“Me too, babe” You whined and sunk your nails into the skin on his shoulders, a low grunt escaping his throat at the gesture. “Come for me, Billy” You murmured and grabbed his face, your teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his whole body tensed, his strong orgasm washing over him followed by yours few seconds later.

“Holy shit” The blond moaned as he rested on top of you, still inside you, too lazy to move immediately. “I got—”

“Are you done fucking in here ? We’re leaving in ten !” A loud bang echoed through Billy’s trailer and the sweet and melodious voice of One could be heard. “If you’re late again, I will shoot the both of you myself !”

“Give us a minute !” The blond yelled back, his voice slightly croaky as he still breathless from his previous activities. “Fucking wanker”

“I heard you, Four !” You giggled quietly at One’s answer and sighed when you could hear his footsteps on the sand, signalling he was walking away from the trailer.

“We better get dress” You whispered and pressed a single, loving kiss on Billy’s swollen lips, earning a little groaning. Sex before a mission was probably your favourite. You were both giddy and full of good nerves, fucking them out in the best way possible. “Come on, babe” You pushes away few sweaty locks from his forehead and he gently kissed the inside of your wrist, mouth hiking up higher on your arm. “Billy” Instead of sounding like a warning, it was more like a desperate moan and it made him smirked proudly.

“In few months, we will finally be able to have as much sex as we want…” He dropped his mouth above your chest, his tongue lazily lapping between the valley of breasts, your throat going dry at the incredible feeling. “…without any disturbances…“ He cockily sucked on the love bite he made earlier under your right boob, just on the little mole which he found insanely sexy. You hissed, fingers grabbing his roots roughly. ”…no One…or Two…or Three…zero fucking numbers…“ His lips came back on yours for long, lazy kiss which always made your head spin. ”…just you and me, baby" You sighed loudly, the idea bringing butterflies in your belly.

You and Billy had decide to quit the team at the end of this major mission. It wasn’t an easy decision but it was the right thing to do. You arrived few months after Billy in the team as Eight and the both of you immediately clicked. It was the last thing you excepted when you integrated One’s little team. But only few weeks after you arrived, Billy and you started seeing each other and you never stopped since. You didn’t have family or close friends and you were quite good with a gun and especially with explosives, he made you an offer and you didn’t even think twice before accepting. You never regretted your choice once.

But now, three years later, Billy and you agreed that it was time for a change. But you couldn’t just quit and let the others handle the rest of the job by themselves. You would first finish this job, three more missions were planned to wrap the operation. But the desire to leave was itching through your veins a little bit more everyday. Everything was ready. Passports and new identities. Flights ticket toward Costa Rica. A beautiful house right on the beach. A good amount of cash to survive few years without raising a single finger.

“Three more missions, babe” You whispered, his smile matching yours immediately.

“Three more missions” He repeated with dreamy eyes.

You couldn’t wait to start your new life with Billy by your side.

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Mission 1/3.

“Eight, how it’s going ?” You breathed slowly as the voice of One echoing in your earbud, your fingers perfectly stable as your worked on the explosive device.

“Slowly but surely” You murmured quietly as if you spoke louder everything could explode. Which wasn’t possible of course, but you needed all your concentration for the job. “Two more wires to go” You added as you carefully cut a black wire, Five next to you was holding a flash light right on the bomb.

“Copy that. Four and Seven, how is looking up there ?”

Five immediately plugged out your earbud and you murmured a quick thank you. It was one of your rule for this kind of job, you couldn’t listen to Billy because you would just be distracted and then risking stupidly yours and everyone’s life. Sometimes your heart would beat so strongly because of the blond that you couldn’t hear anything else and it was the last thing you needed.

Few more agonisingly long minutes later, you switched back on your earbud and murmured Billy’s favourite words : The bomb is disconnected.

It was for him the most stressful moments of these missions, waiting for you to confirm everything was fine. He was always worried to, instead of hearing you, hear the loud explosion which would result if you failed your mission.

But you never failed.

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Your bigger job was over, the bomb wasn’t a danger anymore and you made peoples evacuated the building without really being noticed. Everything was going as it was planned.

“I have my eyes on the target” Three announced with his thick and easily recognisable accent. “Two, mi amor, do you see this hijo de puta ? Leaving through the second elevator”

“I got a visual” The french girl confirmed. “But call me like that one more time and the next bullet is for you, imbecile”

“You never complain when I call you like that in bed, mamacita” Javier was pushing his luck and One let out a little groan, ordering him to focus.

You couldn’t repress a little giggle at their familiar teasing. Javier and Camille were adorably cute and domestic at the base but during mission, Two was dead serious and you knew that Three loved to tease her about that.

Your heart ached a little at their kind of cute interaction and you couldn’t help yourself but checked on your amor.

“Billy, everything’s good on the roof ?” You didn’t let your voice betrayed your worry even if it was obvious for everyone.

“All clear, babe. Seven and his rifle can be quite useful” He always had this cheerful tone and sometimes it was driving you mad because he sounded so reckless. But he also always managed to come back to you.

“I save your ass at least a thousand time, you ungrateful wanker” Blaine chimed in.

“I bet you did, hiding away from the real danger” Billy teased gently and you could hear his quick breathing, indicating that he was running or doing some parkour shits.

“Oh shut the fuck up” Seven groaned and the blond chuckled loudly.

“Alright, Blaine stopped distracting him, he need to focus” You murmured and you could guess Seven was rolling his eyes at your comment.

“Yes, mom” He replied sarcastically.

“You heard the lady, Sniper ? Stop bothering me”

“Asshole”

"Enough, the three of you” One cleared his throat and you immediately complained, claiming your innocence in this stupid quarrel. “Especially you Eight, you’re the one distracting Four” One added, completely ignoring your previous words.

You humphed with annoyance and Billy laughed quietly.

"Can’t argue with that one. She can be very distracting”

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You grimaced, the throbbing pain on your cheekbone was making your head spin and you almost throw up at the feeling. Your ankle was also slightly touched, swollen and red but hopefully nothing too serious that few days of rest couldn’t fix. But you didn’t have time for any of that right now, the mission was done but more and more guards were deployed on the building and it was time for you to evacuated quickly.

You were the last one with Five. You lost her somewhere between the third and fourth floor, after a man assaulted you, knocking the butt of his gun right in your face. You managed to take care of him but Amelia was nowhere to be seen. You hoped she was okay, your earbud had fall somewhere during your fight, you couldn’t imagined how Billy must be worried.

“One more floor, come on” You encouraged yourself as all your muscles were sore and begging you to just stop and lay there.

The evacuation was on the roof, a zip line carefully installed by Billy and he already evacuated everyone except the both of you. His worry was growing as you still weren’t here, the sound of shotguns echoed through all the building, not helping his nervousness.

When you finally reached the roof, your gaze frankly searched everywhere for Billy, a relieved sigh leaving your mouth when you saw him, waiting patiently next to the zip line.

"Took you fucking forever, was about to leave” He falsely complained, the relived smile on his face was contradicting his words.

“You wouldn’t dare” You said as you quickly walked toward him before stopping net at the sight of large man right behind him. “BILLY !” You yelled and barely registered his surprise face as the man jumped on him, both of them falling loudly on the floor.

You grimaced as Billy’s head knocked painfully loudly on the concrete, the sound seeming to echoed through your head as you made your best to reach him. You weak ankle was slowing down drastically.

One punch.

Two punch.

At the third punch Billy’s head fell on his side as he spat blood on the floor, his eyes watching you as you came closer.

You didn’t have any more bullet or this fucking asshole would already be dead. The blond tried to take back the control of the situation but he was clearly still a bit dazed from the violent punches he just received. He was struggling to hit him back as his arms were stuck under the big guy, a groan of exasperation and pain falling from his mouth.

When you saw the man grabbing a large knife from his belt, a rush of adrenaline courses through your veins. You literally sprinted there just in time to see the man roughly throwing his weapon toward Billy’s chest, trying to stab him. And he almost did. You let at a strangle cry at the gesture and almost tripped over but thankfully the blond rolled on himself at the last second, avoiding the – probably – deadly stab.

“Don’t touch him, you sick fuck !” You threw yourself on his back, not really your smartest move but you couldn’t think straight when Billy was in danger.

“Get off me, bitch !“ The man tried to dodge him from his back but you didn’t budge and quickly grabbed the thin rope from your belt, wrapped it around his neck and putting as much as pressure as you could.

The man started chocking immediately and Billy didn’t lose a second, pushing himself off the ground and stabbing the man with his own knife, right through his heart. A weak gasp escaped his throat as blood started dripping from the corner of his mouth, Billy quickly helping you get off from under his back.

"You’re okay ?” You immediately cradled his face, checking the bruises already forming on his beautiful face.

“Peachy” He mumbled, hissing quietly as he wiped the fresh blood from the scrap of his forehead. “Thanks to you. Would be dead without you” He added with a little smile as you both walked to the zip line, your hands still shaking at the previous events.

You could have lost him so easily. That was also why you both wanted to stop being part of the team. Always worried about your other significant, wondering if he would make it alive today.

“You scared the shit out of me, Billy” You whined as he quickly and skilfully hooking you to the zip line from the belt you were already wearing. "I thought he was going to…"A sniffle fell from your mouth and you immediately cleared your throat, it wasn’t the time to let the emotions drowned you.

"I know babe” The blond pressed a short kiss on your hairs and hooked himself to the line too as you took a deep breath. You weren’t safe yet. “Let’s go home” You both walked to the edge of the building and you hugged tightly Billy as he jumped off the roof, sliding fast down the safe place where the other were waiting.

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General Headquarters of the 6 Underground team.

“How you’re feeling, Nick Fury ?” One snorted as soon as you strolled in the HQ, wearing this stupid patch on your left eye.

“Ha-ha, very funny, One” You rolled your eyes, well your eye and took a seat at the large table, slamming of piece of paper in front of your boss.

“What the fuck is this ?” He asked, a spoonful of cereal crushing loudly under his teeth.

“You said you were going shopping later, I need that” You slid it toward him and threw a quick glance without any real interest.

“Why on earth would I do your shopping ?”

“Because I look like a fucking pirate and I practically can’t walk because of this stupid ankle” You glanced angrily at your foot which forced you to stay in bed for the past five days.

“And what about Skywalker ? Too busy doing nothing ?” One groaned exasperatedly.

“In fact, I’m too busy doing my darlin’ girlfriend” Billy chimed in a he walked in the living-room, biting in an apple. “Maybe you should try and get laid too One, couldn’t hurt you”

You pretend to be annoyed by his comment but your amused smile betrayed you. It was hard to resist his cheeky grin, especially when he was looking so good, all sweaty and just back from the gym.

“You’re fucking gross” One stood up and grabbed your shopping list before leaving the room mumbling quietly.

You and Billy exchanged a fond gaze, knowing that under his shell, the big boss considered all of you like family.

“You’re supposed to be in bed” The blond commented as he walked to you, dropping a little peck on your hairs.

“Yeah but I wake up and you weren’t there anymore” You shrugged and giggled stupidly when he crouched down at your level. “Billy, seriously I can walk to the trailer, it’s not that far”

“Up on my back, missy” You shook your head childishly and watched your boyfriend stood back up, brows arched. “You’re not supposed to put pressure on your ankle, back to bed now” He softly pushed few locks of hair behind your hairs, giving you the sweetest look ever.

His way to convince you to go back lay down on your bed.

“I’ve been laying in bed all week Billy” You whined with a pout. “I’m so done staying in this damn freaking bed. It’s boring” You crossed your arms, remembering that you already asked him three times to go buy a new mattress and still nothing.

“Well I don’t know for you…” He tilted his face close to yours, his lips hovering above your mouth but quite not kissing yet. His warm breath gently caressing your face making you momentarily forgetting about his request. “But I, have few ideas to pass time in this damn freaking bed” His cocky and raspy tone sent a wave of electricity directly to your core, your fingers involuntary curling against your palm.

“Oh yeah ?” You grabbed the hem of his tee-shirt, tugging him closer to you and he smirked wider at your receptiveness. “Like what ?” He slid a finger under your chin and tilted your head toward him before pressing a hot, dirty kiss on your desperate mouth.

“Like…"He broke the kiss but didn’t let go of your bottom lip, tugging at it with his teeth until you hissed, feeling him grinned against you. ”…fucking you face down onto this mattress that you love so much…“ You didn’t even mind the irony about this damn mattress, too occupied with the hotness growing inside your body. "Sound good to you, babe ?” His question was useless and you both knew it. The unsteadiness of your breath and the way your hands were tightly clasped around his forearm were enough hints to understand the situation easily.

But he loved hearing you saying it anyway.

“Yes” You breathed out quietly, his digits rubbing dangerously high on your thigh, each of his stroke deliciously burning your skin.

“Yes what ?” He repeated with a teasing smile, earning a little whine from you.

You should have excepted that from this cocky bastard.

“I want you to fuck me with my face down against the mattress Billy” You repeated and internally cringed about your desperation. “Hard, please”

For all answer he gave a predatory, toothy smile which made your core throbbed with need before grabbing you roughly by the waist, throwing you on his shoulder like a rag doll. You gasped loudly, scolding him for his brusqueness and he only chuckled carelessly, delivering a sharp slap on your covered arse, a little moan leaving your parted lips.

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“BILLY !” You screamed his name again and again, trying to reach him but you couldn’t move. “Billy…“ You let out a strangled sob at his pleading eyes looking toward you.

He was being tackled against a wall by a man, a hand tightly wrapped around his neck, applying a strong pressure on it. The lack of air in Billy’s lungs were obvious as his head was slowly turning a worrying shade of red. The little vessels on his eyes were bright red, his eyes popping out of their sockets from the urge to breath.

You could see his hands trying to push away the man from him, little desperate gasps chocking out from his parted lips.

The man decided to move away his hand and instead threw him violently on the floor, kicking his ribs roughly.

Billy coughed loudly, thin dash of blood escaping from his mouth.

"Let him go !” You yelled again, forcing your body to move but a sharp pain on your wrists made you looked down. Ropes. So tightly wrapped around your skin that every little move was burning, atrociously scratching your body.

You looked back at Billy and this time he was on his knees. Arms crossed behind his back, his face covered in bruises and dry blood. You opened your mouth to call him but nothing came out, unable to make a single noise.

The same man from earlier came back, holding a gun in his hand, walking straight for Billy. You eyes widened at the sight and you tried your best to wriggle out of your chains, gaze fixed on your boyfriend.

No, no, no.

Please, no.

Everything went horribly slowly as you watched the man raising the hand holding the deadly weapon, tears obscuring your vision. Billy stayed still, his chest straight as he fixed the man, jaw clenching firmly.

“Are you afraid ?” The man whispered dangerously low, gun pointing directly on his head.

For a split second you locked eyes with the blond before he looked back at the man.

“Never” Billy growled before spitting a bit of blood on the floor, gaze fierce and burning with anger.

The man chuckled darkly. Completely useless, you watched the man’s fingers taking off the security of his gun. The unmistakable sound brought shivers down your spine. You barely noticed the spams in Billy’s jaw because of your whole body was shaking violently.

“Liar” The man murmured with a satisfied smirk, slowly pressing the head off the gun on his forehead.

A strangle sob escaped your throat painfully at the gesture. That caught Billy’s attention. His beautiful green eyes fell on yours, tears silently falling on your cheeks. His lips mouthed something to you but you couldn’t understand it. The loud thumbing of your heart against your rib cage was making your head spin.

The deafening sound of a bullet leaving the gun tore the heavy silence, echoed loudly in your head. And then the noise of Billy’s body collapsing on the ground, the thick smell of powder and iron making you sick.

“BILLY !“

You jolted awake on the mattress, eyes wide opened, sweat dripping from your forehead and heart beating too quickly.

You let out a loud, throaty sob, your whole frame shaking and shivering violently at the vivid memories of Billy’s dead body. You didn’t even notice your movements, rocking yourself in poor attempt of calming your nerves, gaze staring at Billy’s empty side of bed.

You didn’t hear the sound of the door’s trailer opened before two soft hands clasping around your shoulders.

"Baby, what’s going on ? (Y/N), (Y/N) !” You felt someone cradled your face, warm digits stroking your wet cheeks. “Breath with me, baby. Inhale…exhale…just like that, love” You did as he said, feeling your pulse starting to slowing down and your breathing becoming easier.

Several seconds later, you could finally see him. Billy, alive and well, looking worriedly at you.

“You…“ A small cry fell from your mouth and the blond pressed a kiss on his forehead before bringing you against his chest. “You were dead” You breathed out almost painfully, hands desperately grabbing him, the fear that he would disappeared making you sick.

“Still having these nightmares ?” You nodded weakly, nose pressed against his jumper, feeling a little bit more at ease with his familiar scent. “You know I’m not going anywhere, baby. There is no way I’m leaving you alone, love you too much for that” A small hiccup escaped your mouth, bringing Billy to only hug your tighter.

You had absolutely no idea for how long you stayed like that. Minutes ? Hours ? ? All track of time was lost in his strong, safe arms, his lips gently kissed your hairs and murmuring sweet nothing to you until you finally calmed down.

“You were out ?” You mumbled sleepily, head resting in the crook of Billy’s neck, exhaustion growing in your bones.

“Yeah, couldn’t sleep. I went for a run then I heard screaming when I was coming back” He pushed back the bed cover with his free hand and gently moved you under the warm blanket, chuckling softly at your drooping eyelids. “M gonna go for a quick shower, okay ?” He kissed your shoulder as you barely managed to murmur a little okay before settling comfortably in the bed.

Those nightmares weren’t new for neither of you. It was the normal consequences of a constantly dangerous life. Always worrying about each other. About your friends. Wondering if it was your last day truly alive.

For you it was always the same way. You fell asleep and suddenly everything seemed so real that you couldn’t tell if you were awake or no. Usually you were so scared you whole body were just freezing, not able to wake up until either your boyfriend did it or something really intense happened in the dream. Translating by Billy’s death most of the time. Gunshot. Stabbing. Falling. Drowning. And every time you woke up, you were terrified it happened for real one day.

That was mostly why you and Billy were leaving the team. You didn’t want to worry every time you were apart for few hours.

For him, it was different. He couldn’t fall asleep. Someday his mind would race about the dangerousness of the missions you were all doing. The thick tension which wrapped around his body each time you had to take care of explosives. It was a deep, freezing kind of fear running through his veins. He would remember that you would have to do it again and again. He would just lay in bed, making sure you were next to him, keeping his eyes open with the fear of seeing something he didn’t want to if he closed them. So, sometimes he would go for a run, changing his mind or running until he was too exhausted to even think about anything.

Few minutes later, you were fighting the sleepiness drowning you, eyes closing by themselves every two seconds but you wanted to wait for Billy. Too scared to just go back right into this nightmare. You felt the mattress quietly creaked as the blond joined you in bed, switching off the light before sliding under the covers behind you.

“Try to sleep, baby” He murmured lazily, knowing you wouldn’t fall asleep without him. He pressed his chest against your back, one arm sliding under your head and the other one resting gently on your stomach. “Good night, gorgeous” A small kiss dropped on your hairs and you sighed quietly at the gesture, relaxing against his warm frame.

“Two more missions” You quietly said, eyes closed and hand linked with Billy’s one.

“ Two more missions” The blond repeated in a soft sigh, his head resting on top of yours, the sound of his steady heartbeat quickly lulling you to sleep.

2 more missions left.

#Ben Hardy x reader #Four x reader #6 underground #ben hardy x you #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben x reader #ben hardy #billy x reader #six underground

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mythiica · 5 years

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Reader x Jumin Han - Mine

Title: Mine Fandom: Mystic Messenger Character: Jumin Han Genre: smOOT with plot™ (reposted from my dA) Warnings: leMON SMECCI WARNING AND language i think, minor spoilers from zen’s route cause i was doing it when i wrote this Intended Gender Audience: Female audience Other comments: For story purposes, each ‘day’ is equivalent to a month. Yes, a month. It will make sense in the story and description. on a side note i wrote this in 2016 and i just edited it slightly before reposting and goOD LORD IT IS CRINGEY TO REREAD YOUR OWN SMUt hopefully youll enjoy more than i will

Elizabeth the 3rd jumps onto the bed, looking for the master that spoils her. She mews in disappointment when she finds him missing. Instead, you sit under the covers, reading the terrible news accusing Zen of sexually harassing that Echo Girl. Of the few weeks you’ve come to know the people of RFA, Zen is pretty full of himself, but he would never do something like that. Plus, you had spoken with Jumin, and he believes strongly that Echo has only fabricated lies because she did not get what she wanted.

A constant flow of news reporters trying to squeeze out a story from Jumin have been lounging around outside the penthouse for a few hours now. They wish to wait for his return from the office, were, no doubt, even more media has accumulated.

In your opinion, the entire incident is completely idiotic. Why must news reporters but in on every small story they hear of? Do they not understand the pain it could bring to their targets?

Your phone pings, snapping you out of your thoughts. Jumin will arrive home in a few minutes. He wants to know if a crowd has gathered at the front of the building.

Should I tell him it is fine? you ask yourself. Or should I break the news to him gently and tell him?

Fingers flying across the small keyboard, you let him know that most likely reporters would be throwing questions at him as he tries to get in the door. And to get back safe. And perhaps a kissing emoji.

About an hour later, you hear the alarm chirp and the door slam shut. Footsteps sound heavily as Jumin drops his work bag onto the counter. Elizabeth the 3rd brushes herself lovingly against his legs, her way for asking for food. “Elizabeth,” he calls softly, turning his head over to her food bowl, “you have plenty of food over there. You do not need more.”

When the feline meows, Jumin crouches down and strokes her soft fur. “Do you know if (Y/n) sleeps already?”

Swishing her tail, Elizabeth turns around with a huff and saunters away.

Jumin chuckles to himself before making his way to the bedroom.

A wave of exhaustion from the long day hits him hard. He pushes the door to the bedroom open to find the lights off and you sound asleep. Stepping into the room, he kicks off his shoes and begins to leave a trail of discarded clothes to the bed. Jacket thrown onto the armchair, vest on the glass table next to the chair, tie in the middle of the floor, shirt at the base of the cabinet, belt into the darkness, pants at the foot of the bed, socks next to the night table, and watch in the drawer.

He pushes the sheets back and crawls into the warmth radiating from your body. Once he has put an arm around your waist, Jumin buries his nose into your neck and places a quick kiss on your skin.

Clamoring voices shout from down below, all asking for opinions on the news about Zen. Most probably, the would wait until morning to catch Jumin once more for questions. You turn over, now awake, and wrap your own hands around his bare waist.

“Long day?” you ask in a soft and soothing voice.

“The longest yet, so it feels like.”

Sighing, you press gentle kisses to his chest and nuzzle into him for more warmth. “It’ll get better. It will.”

Jumin places a kiss on the top of your head in return. “I hope so.”

You wake up abruptly when the sound of breaking glass fills your ears. The time on the digital clock shows 2:44 AM. It’s barely been two hours since Jumin returned from the office. Looking at him, you find he too is startled and awake.

“Stay here, I’ll go and see what’s the matter. Call the head of security.” He pulls a bathrobe over his boxers and heads downstairs.

Doing as told, you worry about what has happened.

“Hello? Mr. Han?”

“It’s me, Jumin’s gone to see what happened. We woke up because glass broke. Could you come over please?”

“I’ll be there before the next hour.” And the line disconnects.

The police have left and so has the security team. A paparazzi attempted to break in and take candid photos of the two of you, but didn’t make it far. He could be spending a nice time in jail for his actions.

Jumin closes his eyes momentarily and breathes slowly. You click the light out and joke, “Should I be jealous you’re getting so much newfound attention?”

A smile dances across his face. “Not at all, (Y/n).” He licks his lips. “I’m sorry for this. I know you have a busy schedule tomorrow and this is not helping it.”

Pushing your leg onto his, you offer him comfort. “It is not your fault. Don’t apologize. And don’t think any less of yourself either. I love you.” You inhale sharply after saying these words. This would mark the first time saying it aloud. The silence clings to the air and hurts more and more with every moment passing.

“I–I don’t know, how you’ve done it, but I’ve fallen so deep in love with you, (Y/n).” He turns and faces you, grey eyes peering into your own. “I love you,” he responds. “And tonight, I need you.”

Your heart swells and his hands trickle across your skin like nectar. They pull the hem of your silk camisole up and over your head, allowing Jumin to drag his tongue over your bare skin. He takes hold of your left nipple with his teeth and sucks slowly on the sensitive area. Not daring leave its twin forgotten, Jumin twists his index finger and thumb around the bud, only satisfied when the both are erect to their fullest.

Throwing your head backwards and letting out a low moan, Jumin smirks and trades treatments. Your face flushes when you feel the heat growing in between your legs. Upon letting go of your breast, he shifts and aligns himself overtop you.

He tastes different places on your neck, searching for your favourite spot. Releasing a sharp breath when his nose grazes a sensitive area, Jumin takes the opportunity to leave a dark hickey. You rake your fingers through his hair and bring his lips down to yours, demanding his tongue in your mouth.

When he gives you what you want, you trail your hands down his sculpted abdomen and play with the elastic waistband to his underwear. Before you have the chance to relieve him of the fabric, Jumin breaks off the hungry kiss and flips you onto your stomach.

With a leg to your left and right, he keeps you from moving away. “Jumin,” you whisper, “do not tease me please.”

He smirks like the devil. “Then where would the fun be?” he replies, sly as a fox. Your panties are torn away, leaving you completely vulnerable to him and his wishes. “Do you wish to know what I plan to do with you now?”

“Tell me, my love,” you purr in response.

A wet sound breaks the silence. Jumin pulls his fingers from his mouth, saliva dripping generously from the tips of his digits. Pressing his index finger to your slit, he whispers into your ear, “I will make you mine.”

As the words roll off his tongue, he inserts an index finger into your core. You squirm as the heat grows stronger and you inch closer to pleasure. He watches you in your submissive state with lust blazing bright in his eyes. Quickly becoming bored, Jumin adds another finger and begins to pumps the two around in lopsided circles.

Your breath catches in your throat, a strangled moan trying to escape your lungs. Panting, you force yourself to turn over onto your back. Once you’ve managed to flip, Jumin pulls one of your legs over his shoulder and roughly holds onto your other. A third finger thrusts into your core.

Taken by surprise, you moan out loud – much louder than you intended.

“Don’t suppress it,” he smirks, “Let me hear it…”

“You tease me, I tease you, Jumin,” you say back, dragging a hand along the side of your body.

His eyebrows furrow and he frowns for a moment. Then, he smiles. After pumping fast and hard for a minute and leaving you on the edge of a climax, Jumin pulls his hand away. He then continues to lick off his fingers and then leave to fetch something in the dark.

Jumin returns holding a small, reflective packet in one hand and a towel in the other. Already knowing the contents of the object, you move to the edge of the bed, sling your legs over the side and pull his body towards your own. His chest muscles align perfectly with your face, allowing you to drag your tongue across his porcelain skin. Every so often, you kiss him tenderly. His arms fall limp with the torn open wrapping hanging loosely from his hand when you twist your tongue around his own nipples. Jumin inhales sharply, to which you smile, pleased with your revenge.

Moving up slowly, you are eventually standing upright, directly in front of Jumin. He watches you silently as your fingers twine around the band of his boxers and pull them down. His erect member nearly stands perpendicular to his body.

He then lowers you gently back onto the bed and slips the condom out of the wrapping and onto himself. Licking your lips slowly, you watch eagerly as the plastic stretches over his hardened member.

“Are you sure?” Jumin asks softly, gently touching your cheek.

You place a kiss in the centre of his palm and nod. “I love you.”

Jumin smiles – he has a beautiful smile. “I love you too.”

With that, he pushes himself inside of you.

Unlike you thought, pain slaps you hard before the wave of completeness fills you. You cry out and then moan as Jumin grunts. He slowly begins to thrust further into. Upon seeing you are doing alright, he pushes harder and faster.

Not after long, he manages to hit your G-spot and you release a loud scream. “Jumin!”

Still moving, Jumin digs his fingers deeper into your hips and forces you to sit up with him. You press yourself closer to him and drag your nails across his back. Short shouts fill the air as you draw closer and closer to your climax. Sweat trickles down your body and you struggle for oxygen.

“J–Jumin,” you pant, “I–I’m going to cum!”

He does not respond verbally; instead he thrusts even harder and even faster than before. His grunts all sound as if they are being cut off, they are so short. “Aah–,” he sounds.

With the last thrust, you feel as if the pit of your stomach releases everything it holds and you are rewarded with a feeling of satisfaction and happiness. Jumin, not quite there, pushes twice more into you before letting out a shout and releasing his seed as well.

Jumin pulls out, reaches for the towel and hands it to you. You take the item and wipe yourself off. He takes the cloth back and removes the condom and cleans himself up as well. After slipping on your panties, you lie back in the bed and watch as Jumin changes into a fresh pair of underwear. He pushes the covers over and nuzzles next to you.

With his arm protectively around you, he kisses your face gently. Your temple, your forehead, between your eyes, your nose, your jawline, your lips.

Sleep falls heavy over the both of you.

In the silence, when the land of dreams is ready to pull you under, Jumin whispers.

“I love you.”

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysmes jumin #jumin #jumin han #jumin x mc #mm #mm jumin #smoot

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thecreativeangel · 5 years

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aut neca aut necare: VI

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You try once more to apologize to Peter (not successfully) and Spiderman thinks it’s a good idea to bring up your family.

Warnings: A hoe needs D E P R E S S O

Words: 3.1k wow i need a life

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“Hi Peter. Sorry I got in a completely meaningless fight with you and brought up the death of your parents. We're cool, right?”

Yeah, that wasn't going to pass. You stared with half bleary eyes at the phone in your hand, a paragraph long text message highlighted in blue, about to be deleted. This was the fifth…sixth? Sixth attempt at an astounding apology that would make Peter so emotional he’d forgive you in an instant. So far, everything you wrote turned out to be shit. Every text was too long, too pathetic and clingy. And it became apparent to you that as of recently, your texts to Peter had to be perfect. Even before the fight you’d been double checking the spelling, triple checking to make sure there weren’t too many emojis.

Is adding a period too formal? Too strict? And yes, you knew very well why you were acting like this but refused to say it out loud.

After huffing through your nose, you pressed delete and half an hour’s worth of typing was gone. The sound of heavy boats cutting through water was really helping right then, to calm nerves and such. You closed your eyes and dangled your feet over the side of the warehouse. The tracker you'd put on one of Kim’s “henchmen” (could a high school student really have henchmen?) had been still for two hours now, and the video you could get on your phone was of the spider-tracker crawling up and down a man’s pant leg. The doors were locked. The live feed was silent, save for the man pacing; he was alone.

A boat horn rang through the night air, startling a cat that was sleeping on the fence down below. That reminds me, you thought. Haven't gone to Delmar’s in a while. Your phone screen’s light illuminated your face, the blank text box ever present. Okay, go simple. Don't be a dumbass. Straight to the point. I've got this. Your fingers moved nimbly by themselves, typing out the shortest thing you could think of.

“‘I'm sorry’ isn't enough right now, I know. See you at school.”

You hit send and watched the text until “delivered” appeared in small blue letters right below. Was that too up front? Probably. Was he going to forgive you because of one text, no matter how long? No. Never. You looked up at the stars and sighed, feeling a cold gust of wind flow past your cheeks. With the mask off, details about your surroundings were more clear. Everything was in high definition, but that made it hard to focus. Spidey was right; your senses were dialed up to 11, too much input and not enough capacity for storage.

Looking back down at your phone, you saw that “delivered” had changed to “read”.

Peter already saw what you wrote. He didn't bother to reply.

You made a high pitched scream at the back of your throat, frustration and shame warming your cold cheeks. I’m an idiot! Of course he still hates me- I brought up his fucking dead parents! I was the first person he opened up to after they died, and now I’ve gone and fucked up. You kicked your legs over the side of the warehouse and laid spread angled on the tin roof. This was the warehouse you’d been visiting for a few days now. Almost a week. It was only half a mile from where you saw the tall grey alien talk to Kimberly and her bosses. Sure, you should be more careful than texting while hunting down dangerous criminals, but after a few days of spending nightly hours on the roof, it had grown boring. Tame. The giant garage door was locked and from a tiny crack in the wall you only saw a giant, empty warehouse.

You were close to giving up when a car pulled into the alley on your side of the roof. A boy stepped out, loudly smacking on gum and locking the car equally loudly. Still laying down, you peeked over the side of the roof. He, a younger kid, by the sound of it, was with a girl. She talked quickly, nervously. A lazy grin slid across your face; Kimberly was never good at whispering.

“Spit that shit out before I make you,” she finally snapped. You heard a “whooey” sound and a wet splat, meaning he did as told.

“It calms me down,” he explained serenely, as if appeasing a toddler. “Maybe you should try it, since you’re so worked up. Maybe you’ll stop annoying dad all the time.”

The garage doors slid up, rumbling so badly you felt the tremors in your entire body. Their voices faded and before they did, you heard Kimberly retort: “Dad likes me better anyway.” So that’s Kim’s brother? The three menacing, scary hooded figures that talked to the grey alien were a...family? SERIOUSLY?

“Hey,” a voice hissed, poking your shoulder. On reflex, you blindly grabbed (an...arm?) and threw them away, fully prepared to then launch yourself at the target because if they wanted to fight then-

“Ow, what the fuck!” Spidey gasped, holding his bruised bicep.

“Shit- don’t sneak up on me like that!” you cried.

“Why-” he seemed to wince, rubbing the sore spot. “D’you always try an’ kill people when they do that?!”

“Well I was kind of in the middle of something!” you argued, glancing nervously over the ledge at the half dozen parked vans. “Friggin’ intense bad guy shit was happening and you just sneak up on me outta nowhere…”

“What’s intense is your grip,” Spidey murmured, rolling his shoulder. “Is that ‘cause of your powers or are you a gym rat?”

“Okay Mr. ‘I Can Stop A Moving Train’,” you said, putting a hand on your hip. "Not everyone knows how to control their strength.”

He snickered and plopped down on the ledge of the warehouse. “No seriously. Powers or its always been like that?”

“Uh…” you sat down next to him. “Powers I think. Dunno, I’ve always been able to slap a bitch who needs it.”

Spidey pouted under his mask. “Aww, am I your bitch?”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from cackling. “Say that again, but slowly.”

“Am I y- oh,” he laughed awkwardly. “Whoops. Welp, guess this partnership is terminated. Nice knowing you, I’m going to go kill myself now.”

The boisterous laugh finally escaped your lips, all thoughts of Peter leaving your conscious. Spiderman made a gun with his hand, held it to the side of his head and jerked his thumb back as if pulling a trigger. “Now that my sidekick knows I’m an idiot, might as well drop being Spiderman, right?”

“Sidekick?” you managed to scoff between giggles. “Please. I’m the dominant one in this relationship.”

“Kinky.”

The tips of your ears suddenly felt hot. “S-shut up!”

Spidey laughed when you shoved his shoulder, rolling your eyes under your mask. “That’s not what I meant, dammit! I’m like the biggest virgin you’ll ever- Stop laughing!”

He kept doing so but somehow, you felt lighter than you’d been a few minutes ago. Free. Like a kid. Which was odd, because this was a nightly patrol and Kim was right below- “We need to get down there.”

The lighthearted aura was sucked from the air. “Huh?”

“I’m supposed to be down there! I was going to sneak in and- and now we’re talking about bullshit when we could be doing something!”

“Oh-kay crazy,” he dismissed you with a wave of his hand. “I called the police, they’ll be here in less than an hour. All we have to do is make sure they don’t leave the premises.”

You frowned inside your mask, thankful that it didn’t change to show facial expressions like his did. How could this superhero, especially one who was known to deviate from law enforcement, sit here and wait for people to do work for him? People who were defenseless unless they were armed with a weapon, no less. You impatiently tapped a gloved hand on your thigh, ears perking up to the muffled arguing that traveled up a nearby air vent.

“Go patrol the city,” Spidey suggested, tapping commands into the sensors on his wrist. “Better that than sitting here and doing nothing. I’ll call you if I need backu-”

“No way,” you said sternly. “I’m gonna kick their asses myself if they try to escape. Not leaving.”

“Don’t- you shouldn’t hurt them, they’re just doing their job,” he said finally, after at least five minutes of thick silence.

“They’re dangerous-”

“So are you,” he fired back. You drew away, fingers tightening around the ledge in surprise. He must have noticed the outburst was uncalled for because he released a shaky sigh. “So am I. We’re dangerous, you know that- right? Only difference between us and them is that we aren’t desperate enough to go into that line of work.”

You bristled at that. “That’s a damn big difference.”

“Not a hard line to cross, though,” Spidey noted, ceasing his tapping of instructions. “People do shit when they’re desperate. For money, for safety, for family…” he looked away from the skyline horizon and turned to you. “I’d do a lot for my family, more than I’d ever tell you about.”

“Well,” you said frankly. “That hurts a bit. Thanks, man.”

“You’ve been getting more...reckless,” he said, “The whole fiasco with the United Nations-”

“I told you that wasn’t me!”

Peter said the same thing, about the United Nations. About the little epic failure you achieved in one night. He was wrong, though; you were framed, it was synthetic smoke. Who was trying to make you Public Enemy #1? You didn’t know and it was killing you. Maybe I should tell Peter about this superhero gig. He could help me deal with it, I guess, you considered the notion. That’d be a huge chip off my shoulder. Too bad I was a complete dumbass and ruined the friendship with one stupid fucking offhand comment-

“Okay, say it wasn’t,” Spidey said patiently, drawing you out of the stream of furious thoughts. “But you stole from that jewelry store a while back.”

“I stopped a potential robbery!” you said defiantly. “He was an idiot for trying to steal at Fifth Avenue- who the hell does that? A-and I only took one little diamond-”

“‘One little diamond’?!”

“Whaaat?” you whined, looking down at your dangling legs guiltily.

“What would your parents think?” Spidey asked, probably expecting you to open up more. Probably raising an eyebrow under his stupid mask. Good luck with that, bud.

“Okay, okay,” you immediately dropped the playful tone. “I get it, that was bad. Let’s move on please.”

“No, c’mon,” he pressed. “Everyone thinks about their family when they do bad shit.”

Your lips were pursed in a thin line and you felt your head tilt in a small nod. He would get no other answer right away, but he sure did try. “Do you...not have a family?”

No response. “Shit, I’m sorry. I assumed-”

“I have a family,” you forced out, and it sounded so disgusting to say that you prayed you’d never have to say it again. Spiderman did this thing where he leaned forward and turned his upper body towards you, cocking his head down and waiting for a continuation. You huffed.

“It’s a complicated situation, webhead,” you lifted one leg onto the roof and pulled your knee to your chest, letting the other one dangle. “S’not a big family anyway, so at least it’s not completely out of hand.”

“Dead relative?”

You shook your head. “Single mom.”

“Oh,” his hand patted your shoulder, a surprisingly welcomed gesture. “My best friend’s got a single mom. They’re not very close, though.”

“Good for them,” you said flatly.

Spiderman shifted awkwardly. “So maybe don’t...steal jewelry? For your mom’s sake?”

He looked at you for a reaction, even a tiny nod, and got none. “You really hate talking about her, don’t you?”

“It’s not- ugh, I dunno,” you hung your head lower. “If I talk about my mum for another second I’d probably start on a whole rant ‘bout how she utterly failed as a parent and, despite technically being there my entire childhood, is constantly ignoring her responsibilities-”

You opened your mouth to continue but choked on the words, realizing that the conversation was 90% you oversharing. “Anyway she’s an okay mum or whatever. Hasn’t done anything that bad. Very average.”

How else were you to phrase it to someone you met so recently? “Very average” was giving her way too much credit but it wasn’t abuse...anymore. In the past two years she’d gone from hitting you for being a disappointment to not caring at all. She didn’t yell every week, she didn’t slap you upside the head or box your ears. She tried to do Mother/Daughter nights but they always ended with her screaming about kicking you out while you wiped away tears. Frankly it wasn’t “caring” as much as it was random fits of rage but- it wasn’t physical anymore. You didn’t have hand shaped bruises anymore, nor split lips. You still had to be careful around your mum ‘cause hell, who knew if she was having a bad day. Who knew what she’d do if she had a bad day. But despite the bad days...she was still your mum. She always apologized after a week or so, told you she hadn’t meant it.

Spiderman was nodded slowly. “You’ve...got a lot to say about your mom.”

“Trust me, that barely covered my opinion of her,” you grumbled. “But what the hell, right? Not like I know you,” your hands felt clammy and hot from frustration.

“Don’t look,” you warned him briskly.

“What?”

“I need some air, don’t look at me.” Your fingers grasped the bottom of your mask and began to tug up. Chilly night air tingled pleasantly wherever it touched, almost making you sigh out loud.

Spidey’s neck must have snapped with how quickly he looked away. “Are you crazy?! Why are you taking the mask o-”

“Relax, I’m just lifting it a little,” you bunched the mask up on the bridge of your nose, inhaling deeply for the cold, dry New York air. It rattled in your lungs yet you took another calming breath, glancing at Spiderman.

He was covering his eyes.

“You don’t have to-” your quiet laugh got his attention. “Don’t cover your eyes, dude. Jus’ don’t look at my face.”

“Uh, yeah,” he hesitantly took the hand from his face. “Gotta be cautious thought.”

“S’ just my mouth, Spiderboy,” you grinned at his awkward nature. “What- can’t handle seeing a girl’s lips?”

“Yes I have!”

You giggled at his voice crack. “Pretty sure you’ve a bigger virgin than I am.”

“I am not!”

“Oh yeah?” you quirked an eyebrow, knowing he couldn’t see it. “I’m making my ‘I-don’t-believe-you’ face, by the way. Seriously starting to doubt that you’re my age ‘cause…you act like a twelve year old. No offense.”

“I’m sixteen!” he defended and honestly, seeing him angrily wave his arms around without facing you was hilarious. And the suit sounded like it was frantically trying to adjust the voice modifier to his high pitched rambling. “I swear I’m sixteen, it’s fucking puberty-”

You put a hand up to silence him, smiling maniacally before pulling your mask over your chin again. “I kid, I kid. Mask is back down.”

If this were a cartoon there would have been steam shooting from his ears. Not like, angry steam. Flustered steam. Or maybe both. Either way, it was funny.

“I hate you,” he groused. “And my voice had to crack! God, that’s worse than when we met!”

A fresh bout of laughter erupted from thinking of that memory alone. Your cackles, once again muffled by the shitty mask, had to be stifled by biting down on the inside of your cheek.

“Pfft, ha! Oh-” you gagged on the words. “Oh that was fucking amazing! D’you- d’you remember when the kid was running-”

“Please no.”

“And you tried to grab him-”

“No, no you said you wouldn’t bring that up!”

“And he threw the bag of quarters at your dick! Ha!”

Spiderman groaned in agony. “Take the mask off so I can deck you.”

“Come at me scrub, I’m- shit,” your metal wristlet beeped, flashing the word “Urgent” in neon blue block letters. “Ah, damn. There’s a robbery near my place, gotta check that out,” owners of a small Korean place near Delmar’s are being threatened at gunpoint. You’d been there with Peter and Ned few times, and that made thought you somber again. “That’ll be a few minutes to get to.”

“You’ve gotta stop bugging the cameras,” Spidey said disapprovingly.

“Well some of us don’t have fancy Super-Conducting 4.2 Tera whatever to help us,” you answered snidely, projecting a small image of the restaurant's security camera view. “Fuck, you’ve got patrol too. Who’s gonna guard this shit?”

“I can stay here,” Spidey offered quickly. He’s not asking to swing me there? That’s...weird. Last time I checked he was the biggest Mom Friend I’ve ever met.

You paused at the ledge of the warehouse, eyes moving from the him to Queens in the distance and back again. “Are you sure?”

“Go!” he urged, shooing you away. “I can handle one night without a partner. S’ your chance to prove that you’re not evil.” You scoffed, wheeled around and raised your middle finger, falling backwards off the ledge with your arms spread like wings. Your body dissolving into a column of smoke seconds before hitting the ground. Spiderman didn’t call for backup that night and the ordeal was stopped with a few “magic tricks” of yours. The robber was easy to take down as he was stupid high and though you disappeared before they could say anything, you saw the restaurant owners talking to a local reporter with relieved expressions. You doubted the old couple would say anything bad, but being tentative never hurt anyone. Hopefully Spidey’s call sent a few officers to the warehouse.

Funny thing was: you hadn’t seen any police cars heading to the warehouse as you flew Queens. Not a single one.

A/N: idk why i got carried away with this. like on one hand...character background. on the other...character background that will cause some depressing shit vv soon

Tags: @everythingthatisrandom, @mcheung0314,@spiderdudeparker, @lou-la-lou, @4-a-m, @miss-glitch, @runs-with-sciss0rs, @lubrielx, @kaitlynthehuman, @b-lyn-k, @hotsocke, @therealwatermelon, @shipping-the-unsinkable-ship, @vivideley, @rosieredcheeks

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relaxedreptile · 7 years

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Fourth Period - Part Two

Pairing: Baekhyun X Female Reader

Sexual Content: protected sex. Swearing. Teacher!AU.

A/N: I apologize for how long this took me to write, my schedule has been packed and lately, the words aren’t flowing as freely as I would like them to.

I’m getting back in the groove, do not worry.

Also, I’m thinking of one more part after this one, what do you think?

Have a lovely week.

Part One Part Two Part Three

You weren’t sure how your parents would react to you clutching to Baekhyun for dear life on the back of his bike as you rolled into your neighborhood because that’s the opposite of how that went down.

No matter how scared you should’ve been with the air whipping past you on all sides with no protection whatsoever from the elements (minus the heavy helmet on your head that made it hard to keep your neck upright on top of your shoulders), your hands were barely ever touching Baekhyun’s waist. Instead, they were up in the air as you cheered whenever Baekhyun ended up on a main road and had to pick up his pace.

“You need to hold on!”

Your teacher’s exclamation soared into your ears and right into your brain, but you chose to ignore the command to continue relishing in the adrenaline pulsing through your body.

Baekhyun also seemed to ignore your rebellion (and apparent hard-of-hearing ears) and found himself smiling. He enjoyed seeing you so happy.

All because of him.

Your mood instantly plummeted once Baekhyun turned into your street, you didn’t want this adventure to end. You begged Baekhyun to take multiple detours along the way in order to prolong the trip, but he had silently refused with each correct change of direction.

“Are you sure we can’t go for another ride? How about I drive this time, yeah?” “No, no way, Y/N,” Baekhyun put his hands up, “Even if you had a license to drive a motorcycle, it wouldn’t be this one.” “What, you care more about the bike than me?” You were pushing it. Baekhyun cocked his head at you, unsure of how to go about answering your question.

In order to prevent an awkward silence, you acted quickly and threw your bag over your shoulder. “I have to head inside before my parents start freaking out. I, uh, never told Chanyeol who had brought me home.” You were dreading responding to the multiple texts you were sure your brother had built up on your phone.

Baekhyun cocked his again and smiled, did he realize what you were doing? Did he know you were relieving the tension? Regardless, he seemed to appreciate it as his smile grew until you could see all of his pearly-whites.

“I’ll wait for you to get inside.”

You smiled back, appreciating his concern for your safety, and thanked him for the ride home.

You were extremely conscious and aware of your stride up your driveway towards your front door. You made sure to exaggerate your steps to accentuate your butt and even threw in a few extra sways of your hips, just incase your teacher was watching.

He was, but you didn’t know that.

You made it to your front door and stilled for a moment before turning towards Baekhyun, still in the street and leaning against his bike, and waved goodbye one last time before it was returned with a swift nod and a leg swinging over his motorcycle as he got ready to leave.

You felt more than a little creepy as you watched him drive away through the small window that was placed on the side of your door.

“Honey? What are you looking at? Where’s Chanyeol?”

You paused in taking off your shoes and looked up at your mom standing in the hallway a few feet from you.

“I, uh… got a ride from someone.” “Who?” Her tone more curious than anything. “Baekhyun…” you allowed your voice to die off as you took out your phone to let your brother know what had happened and why he no longer saw you in the stands.

“Baekhyun? Byun Baekhyun?” You looked up at your mother, utterly terrified, hoping she wouldn’t give you a lecture about accepting rides home from a man well into his twenties who was also your teacher and the biggest crush you’ve had since Sophomore year.

But he was also your brother’s best friend. A boy your parents trusted.

“I never thought I would be one of the parents to complain about how fast you kids grow up,” your mother admitted, “but I can’t think about Baekhyun driving any type of car. Unless it’s one of those karts he convinced Yixing to steal from the golf course those two used to work at. Does he even have his license?” “Well, do you need your driver’s license to get one for a motorcycle?”

Your mother stopped and stared at you for a moment, contemplating what you had just said while you were still standing awkwardly by the front door.

“Baekhyun’s bike is actually really cool, it’s got this blue detailing-” “That boy gave you a ride home on a bike?” Your dad only caught your piece of the conversation, “is it one of the ones with the two seats? Or did you just run next to him as he pedaled?”

You snorted at your father’s comment and started to jog up the stairs, skipping one with each stride.

“I promise it was safe!” You yelled before shutting your bedroom door behind you.

You plopped your butt down on your bed, your knees drawing up in front of you with your toes hanging off the side.

Hair acted as a curtain, hiding any facial skin from any onlooker who could decide to sneak a peek.

You were disgusted by yourself, there was no question pertaining to whether or not you knew what was happening was wrong, so why did you feel proud of yourself? Was it some subconscious reflex to a boy paying attention to you? To a boy doing something arguably romantic that could make a cameo in a cheesy romance film?

But the thing was, Baekhyun wasn’t just any boy, he wasn’t even a boy. He was a grown-man who has been in your life since middle school and now worked at your school. You had a crush on a fucking teacher, an instance that the age of consent can’t cover up.

Who cares if you’re eighteen, who cares if you’ve been legal when you’re the school slut who sucks off a teacher underneath his desk for a better test grade?

You told yourself that Baekhyun was just an old crush breaking through the surface after such a long time being forced into the dark, but it was just bullshit to make yourself feel better. You never had feelings for Baekhyun, not to this extent and his age was no excuse for wanting your teacher.

Didn’t you have more self-control than this? Shouldn’t his new position in your life be enough to put an “off-limits” sticker on Baekhyun’s image in your mind? Were you broken for having these thoughts and desires?

Or were you completely sane while Baekhyun was the one with issues?

Nope, you doubted that. Through your self-hatred session, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t really make a solid claim against Baekhyun. Of course he was an older man hanging around a younger girl, but is it really that far-fetched that a teacher is just trying to help one of his students with a ride home? By keeping her company at a baseball practice no one wanted to be a spectator of?

Would people think twice if Baekhyun was older? Married with kids? Or is that even worse than a young teacher that could easily get with any student if he so pleased?

Your back gave out on its support of your body and was pulled into your soft bed by the force of gravity no one could escape.

Was Baekhyun the same? A force impossible to resist? Should you conjure up enough wind and pressure to escape his grasp temporarily, or give in and accept the inevitable?

A sigh escaped your lips before a groan tumbled out along side it.

The sound of your phone vibrating once, twice, three times shook you out of your confused stupor and brought you back to reality, the reality of your brother chain-texting you hoping you weren’t just kidnapped right under his nose and stuffed into someone’s trunk or a ditch on the side of the road.

You weren’t given a chance to reply before your 6’ 1” giant of a brother came barreling into your bedroom furiously spinning his head around until his eyes landed on you and narrowed.

No sigh of relief, no sign of happiness, just annoyance.

“Where the fuck is your phone?” Chanyeol yells, ignoring the exclaim of “language!” coming from downstairs.

Large hands snatched the device from your smaller ones and carried it until your brother’s face was lit up by the screen that was stuck on your chat history with him.

“So where has this been, huh? Where has this been for the past hour while I texted you nonstop? Where have you been?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Chanyeol didn’t give you a chance to get the words out.

“I can’t even get through practice without having to worry about your ass? Without constantly having to hold your hand and watch you like a child? Your mind can’t even process the idea of letting me know you’re alright? The idea of sending me a text like “by the way, chanyeol, not dead! Lol, sorry, lmao, hahaha’… nothing?” “I’m eighteen, Chanyeol, I can take care of myself, and I don’t text like that.” “Oh, I’m sorry, which emojis would you like me to act out?” “Shut up, Chanyeol,” a pillow found its way into your brother’s chest, “I’m sorry I forgot to text you but you can’t expect it to be instinctual for me to text you with continuous updates on my whereabouts.”

Your brother crossed his arms in front of your body and slapped on the most ironic fucking smirk before scoffing.

“You do realize that I’m the one who’s gonna end up dead if I let you end up dead? That Mom and Dad would murder my ass if I came home before you and was forced to explain that I lost you? That one moment you were freezing your ass off on the bleachers and then the next some old man was stuffing you into the trunk of his car? I can’t handle something like that! I’m too young to die!”

You rolled over onto your side, facing away from Chanyeol to keep him from catching sight of the guilt starting to form in your gut.

Your brother must have caught on anyways, despite your efforts, and you winced when you felt the corner of your bed sink from the weight of Chanyeol in consolation-mode.

“Look, I’m sorry for yelling at you, but you have to understand where I’m coming from. I was worried sick.”

You didn’t answer, waiting for Chanyeol to activate his sibling-telepathy and give you what you wanted.

“Come on, Y/N, you know I worry about you. I love you, you’re my little sister.”

Your body sprung up from your bed to wrap around the broad shoulders of the man sitting next to you.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” you admitted. “I know.”

You untangled your arms and plopped back onto your bed after retrieving the discarded phone from the foot of your bed.

You thought you were in the clear until Chanyeol made no move to leave and instead allowed more confusion to fester.

“How did you even get home? You don’t have a license. Or even a car.”

You considered your options.

You could ignore his question, come up with a lie, or straight up admit that you wanted to sleep with his best friend and that a ride home was the perfect way to-

“Baekhyun drove me home.” You stared straight into your brother’s eyes as you normally would, hoping to eliminate any potential awkwardness.

“On his motorcycle?” You nodded. “Seriously? You got a ride before me?”

You were in the clear.

“This is getting ridiculous.”

You and the other five people in your vocal lesson all groaned, which was apparently the only thing that you could manage to do in unison.

Baekhyun had introduced a new piece to the entire choir at the beginning of the week and had been going over the music with each individual group at their lesson through the duration of the week. It wasn’t a particularly hard piece, but without the entire choir to back up the six altos stuffed in a practice room, the timing was off for all of you.

The bell was going to ring in just over three minutes and the little to no progress that your group had made had thoroughly and visibly frustrated Baekhyun to the point where he refused to leave form his spot at the piano.

You knew you had nailed the timing the past few times and you were getting annoyed with the other girls in your group, was it really that hard?

“Y/N!”

Your head snapped up to face your instructor, ignoring the gasps from the two girls on either side of you.

“You’ve been executing your entrance perfectly this entire time and just when we’re about to call it a day you have to go and screw up?” You held your tongue, knowing Baekhyun wasn’t in want or need of an answer. “The rest of you ladies can leave while her,” a long finger was pointed in your direction, “and I get this straightened out.”

The girls you had spent the hour working with snatched their bags from underneath their chairs and basically bolted out of the classroom, leaving you along in the lion’s den.

“Y/N,” Baekhyun rose form his throne next to the piano with one hand cradling his forehead. “I was just being careless, I should’ve been paying attention instead of getting lost in my thoughts-” “What exactly were you daydreaming about that you deem more important than rehearsal? These lessons are crucial to our improvement as a group and I can’t have one of my best students slacking off.”

You were struck by him calling you one of his best students but you knew he was expecting a response and had to snap out of it.

“I’m sorry, sir-” “Do I really scare you that much?”

Your apology came to a halt as you squinted your eyes at your teacher who was slowly losing his cool. Was Baekhyun smirking?

“Excuse me?” “I’m barely five years older than you and you’re calling me sir? I mean, oppa, sure, but sir?” He was on the verge of laughing now. “Well, I felt bad for screwing the group up, I didn’t know how else to express my apologies.” “Y/N, I know what you’re capable of, I understand it was a simple mistake. I’m sorry I became so upset with you, it’s harder to hold my frustration in around you.” You cocked your head to the side, pushing for further explanation.

“You’re not a regular student to me, I don’t feel as awkward.” The butterflies in the deepest depths of your stomach came to life. “You’re like a little sister to me, you know?”

You have got to be kidding me, sister-zoned? You could deal with student-zoned, too-young-for-me-zoned, but he saw you as a fucking sister?

Not only were you now sexually frustrated, you were frustrated in general because of Byun Baekhyun.

“Although, I guess that’s not the correct comparison, either.” “It’s not?” Your ears perked up at this new revelation. “People aren’t supposed to want their sisters, are they?”

You gulped and felt a shock of electricity shoot through your body before settling and festering in your core.

Baekhyun took a step towards you and reached out to you with a single hand. His movements were slow, hesitant, giving you a chance to stop him.

You did no such thing. Instead, you raised your eyebrow and held your eye contact with Baekhyun, daring him to go further.

A few strips of hair were brushed away from your face and tucked behind your ear. You were still trying to process the initial gesture when your teacher decided to move on and snuck in closer to you, his mouth directly underneath your ear.

“You have a very beautiful singing voice, Y/N,” Baekhyun whispered, his lips catching on your earlobe every so often. “I wonder how beautiful my name would sound coming from your lips,” his tongue flicked the sweet spot underneath your ear, causing your breath to hitch. “How many times do you think you could say it in one breath? How many times could you scream it?” Your head turned to the side slowly, acting as a warning to the man oh so close to you.

“As many times as you want.”

Baekhyun’s grin grew in size as his pupils shrank.

“Let’s figure it out together, shall we?”

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toonstarterz · 7 years

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BECAUSE I’M NOT POPULAR, I’LL READ WATAMOTE: CHAPTER #125

Nico Tanigawa decided to waste no time and jumped right into the next field trip arc. I’m sure some fans are concerned that the pacing is a little too fast, but I honestly think that’s only because we don’t have many hints as to where this manga is going after the field trip, at least in terms of tangible school events. There’s still plenty character relationships to explore in this manga, so I’d say we just go with the flow, and see where Tomoko’s experience at the House of Mouse will lead her.

Chapter 125: Because I’m Not Popular, I’ll Start My Field Trip

Yuri would probably die without her pockets.

Showing exposition through character is another strength of this manga. We don’t need the teacher or some omnipresent narrator to explain how the field trip is gonna go. We just need the character’s thoughts to set up the context of the chapter. Tomoko’s comment on how hands-off the teachers are implies a lack of adult supervision, which then raises the stakes for whatever shenanigans our girls will inevitably get into.

Yoshida’s default scowl is now her default smile. I’d expect nothing less at the Happiest Place on Earth.

Like I said, these tidbits of conversation actually give meaning to events that happen later on. In Yoshida’s case, knowing that she plans to hang out with others is going to be very significant for what’s soon to come.

Team Normie from left to right: Finding Nemo, Glasses-kun, Short Guy I Don’t Recognize, Suzuki, Guy I Do Recognize But Don’t Remember Where, Little Fanged Bitch, Class Mom, and Pineapple-chan.

Layouts like this are awesome because of how much they show without any words. If you showed this panel to someone unfamiliar with Watamote, they could likely tell that Nemoto and Okada don’t like each other because of how the six in the middle are facing inward, while the girls on the far ends are facing outward.

On that note, I’ll always be impressed by how well Nemoto can hide her negative emotions under a smile. Okada, not so much.

Perhaps this is just my limited experience with manga and anime talking, but I always find it interesting by how platonically intimate the boys and girls are in Nemoto’s group, i.e. using nicknames. Granted, close friends across different genders is nothing surprising in manga/anime, but there’s often this romantic subtext, usually from other characters, which fans often take as evidence to there being something more. In Nemoto’s group, I haven’t seen this implication at all other than first year Tomoko’s delusions. It’s rather refreshing when I come across a series that can pull this off.

Flustered Minami is annoyingly cute.

Guess I better stop beating around the bush and address the elephant in the room.

In actuality, I had thought that Nemoto and Okada had got into a fight in the previous chapter, but I didn’t touch upon it because I didn’t think there was sufficient evidence and I would’ve been talking out of my ass. But, lo and behold, they really were having a fight.

It’s Yuri and Mako from the previous trip all over again.

As for what that fight was about, I’m 99% sure it was about Nemoto coming out of the otaku closet. And if I may guess, I don’t think Okada has an issue with Nemoto’s interests, but that the latter lied, or at least, dodged the truth, about her desire to be a voice actress. A barrier of trust seems to have cracked between them, and because Watamote is a great manga that doesn’t let its audience take any obvious side, it’ll be interesting to see how they patch things up.

So here’s a question: Why doesn’t Minami go off with her other friends? Y’know, the ones she had before she got placed in class 3-5? Perhaps her friends were not as close to her as she originally thought, but more likely, I think it’s just that Minami is trying to cement her “place” in Katou’s clique. Given that’s still in the periphery zone, disconnecting from Katou’s group would bring her two steps back, so better that she strike now while the iron is hot.

More like a fourth wheel, but same difference.

Nemoto’s at it again with the half-lies. If we’re getting real here, I honestly don’t think Nemoto would join up with Tomoko’s group if she could help it. Right now, she just has a convenient excuse to not join her usual friends, and at the moment, Tomoko is her rebound. Of course, she has to play it up as her being extra friendly, or she wouldn’t be Nemoto.

Mako, bless her soul, is obviously the go-to-gal to speak with, being the most socially adept of the three. She may just be the indisputable nice girl of the series, next to Yuu.

I’m inclined to believe that little blurb of how they’ve never talked to each is all in Nemoto’s head, ‘cause there’s no way she’d ever be that tactless. In any case, it’s be a real treat if Yuri and Nemoto ended up on the same ride, only to start discussing their mutual buddy, Tomoko.

Nemo gotta chill with that passive aggression. Physically imposing herself over Tomoko, and speaking in such a manner that leaves the latter with no room to argue...Nemoto is quite the manipulator, and it’s totally intentional on the mangaka’s part. On second thought, keep it up Nemoto, because it’s admittedly entertaining to see you go at her like that.

Writing about Nemoto is always hard because it’s very difficult to get a good read on her. It does often seem that she’s actively pushing Tomoko out of her comfort zone, but whether she’s doing that out of simple kindness or to feel better about herself is unclear.

I do wonder how Yen Press is going to handle the censorship for this arc. Obviously, Disneyland is going to be asterisked, or renamed into “Mouseyland” like in volume 9. But does Splash Mountain require censorship? It is a real name, so I believe it would...

I’ll get back to Nemoto and the whole mouse ears thing later.

This scene was more significant to me than was probably intended, because I believe it’s the first time Tomoko has viewed Yuri with any obvious admiration. Yuri’s unwavering nature is one of her likeable traits, and for someone like Tomoko, who often finds herself sucked into uphill battles, being able to go against the flow must really speak to her. Hopefully, this will develop Tomoko’s side of her friendship with Yuri.

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT.

Ucchi’s presence was a mandatory for this arc, and it’s great that they manage to include her in the story in a way that is both times utterly ridiculous and completely realistic for this manga.

Playing the victim card is entirely Ucchi’s modus operandi, to varying degrees of effectiveness. It allows her to hopefully achieve her objective, while at the same time removes any responsibility for her actions. Is it an effective strategy? Certainly. Will Ucchi pull it off? Not a fucking chance.

dem crocodile tears.

Because Ucchi, a.k.a My Legs are Numb, is such a terrible liar, she has to rely on her second tactic when the first tactic inevitably fails: false accusations. By putting the blame onto Mako, Ucchi continues to free herself of responsibility while Mako is pressured into helping her out of guilt. I call this accusation “false” because I’m not entirely sure to what extent Mako and Ucchi are friends. But it doesn’t really matter at the moment, because as long as there’s a sliver of friendship between them, Ucchi will use it as ammunition.

I remember asking for this girl’s name back in my review of chapter 117. Wish granted. (But now I’m gonna start thinking of Studio Ghibli films whenever she shows up.)

And because nothing can ever go Ucchi’s way, her final tactic is...throwing a tantrum. Admittedly, it takes a lot for Ucchi to start openly freaking out, and only when is on the verge of losing or is losing the thing she wants. It’s here where Ucchi’s logic becomes very suspect, and her bitch tendencies start to become more apparent.

Props to Mako, for being so collected during this hissyfit.

Subtlety...

...Ucchi is not. The dramatic irony of this manga is spectacular whenever Emoji-girl is concerned. For the two girls here, Ucchi’s antics probably come off as her just being physically assertive. But the readers all know what’s really going on. Ucchi forcing herself between them is clearly a bold attempt at getting closer to Tomoko, and it’s crazy how supposedly meaningless actions like this suddenly carry so much meaning when performed by a particular character.

6 seconds...7 seconds....8 seconds...

I fully expect the fanart to explode with this image.

Many people in the fandom are calling this fan-service, and in way, that’s true. but I want to distinguish what part of this is fan-service, and what isn’t. To put it finely, Yoshida dressing up in Disneyland gear is not fanservice, because the series has long since set this up as a part of Yoshida’s character, so narratively, it makes perfect sense for Yoshida to be donning mouse ears and a faux-Tigger jacket.

What is fanservice is how Yoshida’s presented, and, in the most objective way possible, how erotic it is. It’s not just the “gap moe” of a tough girl in cute clothes, but Yoshida’s appearance is obviously meant to titillate the viewers. The roughened up demeanor, the jacket slightly falling off, the bruise clearly meant to look like a blush, and her pouty expression are all an intentional decision meant for the Yoshida fans.

As a final note, I’m not condemning the mangaka for this, because as far as fanservice goes, this is very tasteful. Why? Because it says more about Yoshida’s attractiveness as a character than any half-assed attempt to put her in “sexy” situations.

As I had just suggested, I love how Nico Tanigawa subverts our expectations by giving Yoshida what looks like a blush, when it’s actually a bruise. Well played.

Nemo, I don’t think anyone expected Tomoko and Yuri to be friends with Yoshida, at least as close friends. She likely finds it confusing that a delinquent like Yoshida would get along with relatively good people like Tomoko and Yuri, but as is a common theme in this manga, strong friendships are forged not through similar interests, but in shared temperaments and values, by which the T-Y-Y group most certainly have.

23 seconds...24 seconds...25 seconds...

Funny you should think that Nemoto, considering that you were the one who first suggested you’d all get mouse ears in the first place. But in all seriousness, this surprise could just be exclusive to Yoshida. Buying mouse ears as a group falls in line with the “typical things to do at Disneyland”, so it’s natural from Nemoto’s perspective. Yoshida, whose character is rather atypical to Nemoto, likely came off as the type to be resistant to such cute things.

You have a lot to learn in this group, Nemoto.

And this is the first hint towards the question, “What happened between Yoshida and her friends?” The common theory going around seems to be that Yoshida and her yankee friends got into a falling out, possibly over Yoshida’s cuteness, leading to the bruise on her face. Given I don’t see any other reason why she would switch plans, it does suggest that at least something foul went down, which could possibly lead to Yoshida being more comfortable with her loner crew in the future.

Also, that bruise healed up fast.

Something tells me Nico Tanigawa are trying to beat the readers to the punch by tsukommi-ing at points where the readers may have doubts. I certainly wouldn’t want them to do this often, or would be more of a crutch than anything. But used sporadically, it helps assure the users that the mangaka has considered the same thing, and will likely proceed the story with that in mind.

67 seconds...68 seconds...69 seconds...

Ucchi, BLINK for crying out loud!

Nemoto: I’ve always liked how Nemoto’s opinion on Tomoko is neither positive or negative. Just...interesting. If I had to say where I think this opinion will end, it’d be a begrudging respect for Tomoko and her weirdness.

Ucchi: Emoji transcended the fourth wall and came out with an insight straight out of 4chan. Her annoyance, I believe, stems from a realization that Tomoko is more likeable than Ucchi thought, which sort of negates that feeling of importance Ucchi gets from Tomoko’s supposed attention.

Yuri: Not surprisingly, Yuri totally blindsided Nemoto and Ucchi when referring to their four-person group. I don’t think Yuri’s eager to add more people into her circle, but hey, Nico Tanigawa may come to surprise us.

Mako: With that stoic expression, Mako? Then again, only a bestie like Mako could see the subtle changes in Yuri’s emotional state.

Yoshida: So aggressively cute! Leave it to Yoshida to head the group at a time like this. I must admit, I was worried that Yoshida would fall too much into the “delinquent likes cute things” cliche, but I like how it’s done here. Yoshida’s demeanor isn’t a lightswitch that changes between ‘violent’ and ‘adorable’ with no in-between. Her toughness is still present, whether she’s beating up Tomoko, or fawning over cat plushies.

This was a set-up chapter, all things considered, but it gets the job done by hyping the readers for what’s to come. If I know this series as well as I hope I do, something will happen in this arc that will change up a character relationship for the rest of the school year. It could be anything at this point–Yoshida breaking off with her delinquent buddies, Ucchi giving a cringefest-of-a-confession to Tomoko, Nemoto and Yuri sharing an unexpected bond–the possibilities are endless.

Place your bets!

#watamote #watamote review #no matter how i look at it it's you guys' fault i'm not popular!#chapter 125 #tomoko kuroki #yuri tamura #mako tanaka #hina nemoto #akane okada #asuka katou #minami #masaki yoshida #ucchi #review

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Flowers (fin)

Flowers Part 1, Part 2

taehyung x reader

jungkook x reader

100% fluff;

— for @jungcooks ♡

Thud

You and Tae jumped, heads darting towards the driver seat window where the loud sound came from. You could make out the torso of a figure in the darkness. Tae rolled down the window and tilted his head up to meet the stranger. The interruption brought slight relief, but a part of you wish you had got to hear what he was going to say. What did he mean?

You leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the figure and were greeted with a sort of familiar face.

“Hey, we had some hot food left and we’re closing in a bit. Do you want it?” the man asked. It was the cashier from the convenient store Tae’s car was still parked in front of.

“It gets thrown out at the end of the day anyways,” he added expressionlessly, wriggling the tray at the open window.

Tae grinned at the sight of grilled hot dogs and fish cakes on a stick and immediately reached out for the aluminium foil tray. He thanked the man. Before being able to offer to pay something for it, the kind stranger was already walking back towards the store. You yelled out a thanks and the man lifted his hand up in acknowledgement, not bothering to turn around.

“Seem like with you, all I do is eat,” you joked, eyeing the fish cakes, biting your lower lip.

“Trust me this doesn’t happen to me often,” Tae exclaimed, already with a sausage in hand, putting one end into his mouth.

“Must be your lucky day,” you chuckled, pushing the sausages aside to gain access to the stick of evenly folded fish cake.

“Or you could be my lucky charm,” Tae responded nonchalantly with his mouth full, making your eyebrows rise and cheeks feel a little warm. “Dig in,” he encouraged. He went for another sausage.

Right as you were bringing the fishcake towards your lips, a sudden vibration went off from under your bottom, causing you to lurch forward. You turned to see your phone wedged between the cushions of the car seat. Reluctantly, you placed your snack down to reach for it. Phone in hand, you clicked the home button to light up the screen, displaying a bunch of notifications.

7 missed calls and 8 messages from Kookie <poop emoji>

One standing out in particular, “I’ll wait for you at yours, we need to talk”

You quickly turned the screen away, not wanting to read what else he had sent. You swallowed hard, feeling heat rise from within you to clump at your throat. Tae noticed your sudden silence and turned towards you.

“What’s wrong?” he wondered, leaning closer to get a better look of your face.

“Uh, just a text” you blurted out, looking down at your feet. You could feel your ears burn and a slight tremor rolled through your body.

“From a boy?” he coaxed, taking the stick of fishcake you had carefully placed on the side for later, and devoured it.

“Um, yeah,” you murmured; so softly that Tae nearly missed it. He stopped chewing for a second, feeling a tiny pinch in his chest.

“Oh. He must be special for you to make that face,” he grunted carelessly, looking down at the empty stick he had twirling between his bony phalanges.

You looked at him; tears were welding uncontrollably up in your eyes. You felt your lips quiver as you tried to find the words to respond to his comment. Tae saw your face crumpling and guilt washed over him.

“Hey, hey,” Tae croaked, quickly moving the aluminium tray to the back seat, before shuffling closer towards you. Feelings that you had been suppressing finally caught up with you. The regret, sadness, guilt, anger; they were all flowing back like a tidal wave. Agonising thoughts of facing Jungkook after this made your chest tighten. If you were to ever see him again, you realised, making you feel even worse.

Tae looked at you confusedly and rested his hand on your knee out of concern. The feeling of his gentle touch pierced through your heart, and the tears finally burst. Cupping your face with your hands, you sobbed silently into them. Your body caved and shook with every sob.

Tae figured that whoever sent you that text must have hurt you in some form, and he could relate. He rubbed your knee with his hand and with the other he stroked your hair.

“Let it out,”he uttered softly. His kindness only made you sob louder. The high of gallivanting around with Tae made the crash of reality hurt even more. You were sucking in air hard and fast, feeling numbness spread throughout your body. You closed your eyes and surrendered yourself to Tae’s comfort, heedlessly leaning your head on his chest and breathing in his smell of spring. Tae’s arms tightened around you as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

Once you had calmed down, you sniffled out of his warm embrace, tears still dripping. Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand you turned to face Tae but kept your gaze averted. It wasn’t the first time you were tear stained in front of him in the few hours you’ve been together. Somehow neither of those times were you embarrassed.

Before you could open your mouth to say anything, you were interrupted by a deep loud growl from your stomach. Like a cartoon, your tummy rumbled so loud you felt it vibrate under your t-shirt.

Your eyes shot up to meet Tae’s, hoping he hadn’t heard it too. From the sight of his wide-eyed, lip clamped in a crooked smile, you knew he had. You swore his face was turning almost purple as he tried to keep it in. His efforts made you laugh wholeheartedly, and tears that resided in your eyes escaped down the sides of your face. Your laughter set Tae off and he finally let out the string of giggles he had been holding in.

“I haven’t laughed this hard in awhile,” you managed to breathe out, chuckling slightly.

“I’m glad. You look better when you’re laughing,” Tae said innocently, making you wonder. With all his one-liners, was he a natural flirt or just an airhead? You stopped yourself from thinking of it; you didn’t want to fall into the same trap again. Butwhichever it was, you somehow didn’t mind.

“Ahhh, I don’t want this night to end,” you sighed and a sad smile spread across your face as you looked out into the night.

“It doesn’t have to”, Tae answered, leaning back onto the car seat. He turned his head towards you, tracing your face with his eyes, admiring how the moonlight caressed your features.

“We have enough food to camp here for a day or two,” he chuckled after a short silence, motioning his head to the tray sitting in the back seat. You laughed, imagining the both of you living off convenient store food in Tae’s beat up Toyota. The thought warmed you up.

“Can I stay a bit more then?” you proposed, a little scrunch between your eyebrows as you look right into Tae’s eyes.

He liked being around you, even though he had only just met you, even if he didn’t even know your name, even if you were crying over another man. Tae felt this powerful, weird alchemy between the two of you, the kind of feeling he just couldn’t and didn’t want to ignore. Being with you made his hardened heart melt a little, like a chocolate lava cake turning soft and gooey on the inside. He never thought a day like this would come.

Tae was still staring at you, considering his reply, unaware the time he was taking. He didn’t want to make the wrong move and chase you away. Nor did he want to catch you while you were fallen for another. But there may not be another time, he reasoned.

You tilted your head in confusion. Tae’s silence made you wonder if you had imposed yourself on him by overstaying your welcome. You opened your mouth to retract your request just as Tae let out a soft chuckle. The corners of his lips turned up. With bright-eyes he looked at you dead on. He wanted to make sure you knew he meant it.

“Stay forever.”

“You don’t even know me,” your retorted, shaking your head. A mixture of shock, guilt, and happiness swirled in your gut.

“I want to…” Tae muttered as he shifted closer, “…know you.” His eyes bored intensely into yours. Your heart was thumping uncontrollably and you felt heat building up and spreading across your body.

“I don’t even know you,” you whispered, in a weak attempt to make another excuse. You sat frozen, unsure if it was fear or excitement. His breath felt warm on your cheeks. You found your gaze resting on his lips for the second time that night.

“We can work on that.” His voice wavered, exhilarated from the tension between the two of you. He placed his hand down next to yours, causing your fingertips to touch. A rush of electricity pulsed through you.

Something in you switched and as though it was something you’ve done a million times over. you snuck your fingers under his and intertwined them with yours.

Tae was openly flushed by your sudden move, his heart was beating so loud it was the only thing he could hear.

Not being able to resist any longer, Tae leaned in and clashed his lips into yours. Instantly you were met with a tingling sensation all the way down to your toes. You closed your eyes and finally understood what people meant when they say ‘it feels like fireworks’.

Pulling apart, you both stared at one another. Sounds of shaky shallow breathing filled the car. It was clear neither of you could contain yourselves any longer. Tae reached out to hold your head in his hands, pulling you into a fiery, passionate kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer; you freed a hand to find it’s way along his sides, feeling his tone but fleshy-in-all-the-right-places physique. Tae’s hands ventured around your curves to explore each crevasse, making you tingle all over.

Tae’s eyes were full of passion and wonder as you pulled away to bashfully stare at him, and you reciprocated those feelings. Your heart tugged with a familiar sensation and the face of another man popped up in the back of your mind. The face of the man you just couldn’t forget, not right now. And it showed on your face.

Tae looked at you with a sudden pained expression; he understood heartache, maybe a little too well. He leaned in once more to plant a soft kiss your forehead before pushing you away gently.

“I’m sorry,” he gulped. “I got carried away.”

When he leaned in again, you closed your eyes almost immediately, hoping to feel his lips on yours. Instead, you hear the clicking of the seat belt and it’s pressure around your torso.

“It’s really late. I’ll send you home,” he blurted, strapping himself in and firing up the car engine.

“Fine,” you retorted sharply. You understood why he stopped but it didn’t make you any less irritated about it. Noticing the tone in your voice, Tae rested his hands on the steering wheel. He took a deep breath and sighed it out.

“I really do like you,” he announced. Your eyes darted in his direction, taken aback by how direct he was being.

“I know you have a lot to deal with but I want to see you again,” he went on. “Can I?” Tae finally turned to look at you. You lightened up, like you had turned the last page of a stormy chapter and couldn’t wait to see the sun again.

“I would like that a lot,” you chimed, feeling your cheeks ache by how wide you were smiling.

“Great,” Tae smirked, trying to not appear as excited as he was. “Now, we really should get you home.”

He threw his phone on your lap before turning out of the parking. “Save your address in the GPS,” he instructed cheekily, and you did.

“Just around this corner, it’s the first building on the right,” you described as Tae drove along your street. The ride back was about 15 mins but you wished it had taken longer.

You liked listening to Tae talk about his job; how he could never wash off the smell of flowers at the end of the day; how angry girlfriends have thrown his creations back in his face during delivery; and how someone had ordered a 1000 roses once and it stunk up the entire store for days. The stories were funny itself, but Tae’s animated details were what really cracked you up. It was genuine, light, and made you giddy.

Tae turned the corner and parked right by your apartment. You had already said your goodbyes, but Tae was persistent on walking you to the door. You shook your head and snickered to yourself as you got down from the car, and headed towards Tae.

“There you are!!”

You jerked in alarm upon hearing the familiar voice. You turn to lock eyes with a very red faced Jungkook rushing towards you. His was sweaty, pink stained eyes and he reeked of booze.

“Where have you been!? I’ve been worried sick! You didn’t even answer my text!” He yelled hands flinging up in the air, causing you to flinch and take a step back.

“I was…” you left the sentence hanging as you glanced at the defensive Tae. He had one hand out and in front of you to protect from Jungkook’s arm flings. You felt somewhat guilty for fooling around with Tae when you had confessed your love for Jungkook earlier in the day.

“What are you doing here anyways?” You frowned at the ground. You didn’t want to face Jungkook, especially not right now, not when the heartache was still sore.

“I’ve been waiting for you for hours. That’s what I’ve been doing. Where were you?” His voice was raising; you’ve never seen him in this state before. Tae, without much thought, took a step in front of you protectively. It pissed Jungkook off even more.

“Who are you?” he barked in his face. Jungkook knew almost all of your friends even if he hadn’t met them personally. Seeing you come home with an unfamiliar face irritated him and he couldn’t explain why.

“A friend. We were spending time together.” Tae glanced over at you. He picked up from your expression that this must be the man you were so upset over. “You didn’t have to be so worried.” He exerted his dominance over the situation by remaining calm. But the more Tae said anything, the more Jungkook fumed.

“Get out of the way man. I don’t have business with you,” Jungkook snapped violently, pushing Tae aside to grab hold of your wrist. You expected all the feelings you’ve had for 10 months to come rushing back, but they didn’t.

“Let go Jungkook, I don’t have business with you either,” you shrieked while trying to break free.

“What? So you confess to me and then pretend it never happened?” he howled and the smell of alcohol went up your nose, making you dizzy.

“Man, back off,” Tae ordered, coming between the both of you to shove Jungkook away. He positioned himself in front of you. Jungkook was so furious he saw red. His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched tight as he lifted his fisted arm up to throw a punch in Tae’s direction.

“Stop!” you yelled and immediately put yourself between the two men in attempt to stop things from escalating.

“Hey, wait!” Tae shouted, but Jungkook had already swung, his fist moving towards you with so much force he couldn’t stop it in time. His knuckles collided with the side of your face, causing you to crash onto the floor.

“Fuck!” Jungkook swore before rushing toward your limp body. Tae was already by your side shaking you lightly, checking if you were conscious.

“Are you okay?” Tae exclaimed, inspecting the rest of your body for any damage.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Jungkook repeated again and again as he eyes reddened and tears began to form.

You sat yourself up with Tae supporting your back and shoulders. Your head was throbbing and the pain in your cheek made you want to throw up.

“Go home, Jungkook. You’re too drunk to have a proper conversation with right now,” you muttered; the side of your mouth hurt when you talked.

Jungkook’s eyes were filled with embarrassment and regret; he knew he had messed up, big time. He quickly apologised again to both you and Tae before retreating. As you watched him walk away, the possibly unrequited feelings you had for him followed.

“Ow, that looks bad,” Tae grimaced. He had his hand under you chin and was tilting it up to inspect the damage. “But thanks for saving me from that,” he teased, lifting you up from the armpits to get you back on your feet.

“Well no one would want to buy flowers from a thug,” you joked, while rubbing out the shoulder you landed on.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, you gangsta.” Tae slipped your good arm over his shoulder.

When he stood up straight, the apparent height difference between the both of you caused your legs to lift off the ground, and you let out a squeak in surprise. Tae snickered and swiftly picked you up, placing one arm under your legs and another to support your back, causing you to squeak once more.

“That’s better,” he chirped cheekily, his face just a few centimetres from yours.

“I can walk just fine you know,” you nagged, lifting an eyebrow.

“True, but then I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He lifted you up, closing the gap between you to plant a light peck on your cheek.

“That’s for being my little knight in shining armour.” He grinned, baring his whole set of teeth with his gummy smile. Your cheeks were burning hot; suddenly you didn’t mind so much being carried like a princess, or being punched in the face.

“One more thing,” Tae mumbled, as he carried you into the lift. “You never did tell me your name.” He glared at you through his squinted eyes. You threw your head back and laughed, wondering how did you get so close with someone without even introducing yourself.

“It’s Y/N”.

Fin

#its over #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook why u do that #fluff #always fluff #wefinerjnflaerf #NADINE THIS IS FOR YOU

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