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ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕤 → 𝕐𝔾 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕁𝕂 | 𝕄.

→ ❝ With your final semester left of university you expected to go through it easily however an issue with your credits leads you to take Professor Min’s Painting 101 course.❞

☾ Pairing: Professor!Yoongi Painter!Yoongi x Student!Reader x Student!Jungkook (this was suppose to be a yoongi x reader but somehow my mind wandered and jungkook came in lmao it be like that sometimes)

☾ Type: Poly!Relationship (literally you won’t see it until like the ending but oops)

☾ Genre: Smut ☆ Angst ☆ Fluff

☾ Word Count: 7.3k

↠ Warnings: there is an age gap between all characters involved, if you are not comfortable with that please refrain from reading. Dom!Yoongi, Dom!Jungkook, Big Cock!Yoongi, Big Cock!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, fingering, Public Sex in classroom, Body Worship (mainly JK), cockwarming (sort of not really but like for a few mins) unprotected sex (jeez many times someone wrap their doodles please)

✉ Song Recommendations: (I love kdrama osts don’t hate me, also these are all spotify links so use youtube if you don’t have it) (Legit none of these fit the tone of the fic I just luv to recommend sht hehe)

♡ Weki Meki- Love Diamond

♡ Jus2- Take

♡ Junggigo- Too Good

♡ Punch, Glabingo- Beautiful Beautiful (watch hit the top it’s a beautiful kdrama hehe)

✉ Note: Anyways this is my first fic to be uploaded on tumblr! I spent a long time revising & working on this legit I have been staring at my computer for way too long and my eyes hurt because I wanted to get this out. It’s currently 4am as I upload this so if there are errors in the text I apologize in advance. (a girl is tired) Please don’t steal! This fanfic was inspired by the constant Youtube painting lives Yoongi has had. In the midst of writing I added Jungkook because he added more into the story. I was thinking of making this into a Occupation!BTS collection where I can make one for each member with different story lines. Let me know if you want me to do so in the comments below! (okay im talking to much bye)

“Y/N it seems like you still need 4 more credits added to your schedule to be eligible to graduate this semester.” your advisor told you. You honestly didn’t know you still needed more credits to graduate, you never cared to look. So when it came to registering, you signed up for the courses you needed as part of your International Studies degree.

“What courses are still available for registration?” you asked even though you knew the number of courses to be left must be very few. “Well there is one course open, it’s Professor Min’s Painting 101. He’s a new professor here so it makes sense as to why not many students signed up with him yet. Even though this course isn’t a requirement for your major, it will definitely cover up for the credits you need Y/N so I suggest you sign up for this. His course runs every Friday at 1 pm-3 pm” your advisor said as she handed you a summary of Professor Min’s course.

You looked over the summary of the course to know what you’re getting yourself into. It was a 101 class so of course, you will be in a class full of freshmen. That wasn’t too exciting however you didn’t mind painting, you are actually quite great at it as a hobby. With one last look at the sheet, you turn to your advisor “Okay I’ll take the course”.

It was finally Friday and today includes your very first class with Professor Min. Unfortunately, you couldn’t go on Rate My Professor to see what kind of teacher was he since he’s new. ‘I swear if he’s an asshole, I’m gonna give him a fucking one’ you thought to yourself.

You were standing right in front of his classroom, sighing you stepped in to see a couple of students already seated. You tried looking for a seat next to an empty one only to see none, so you had to sit next to someone. Looking around the classroom to observe the students there, you saw a boy with long hair covering his eyes. ‘He looks like someone who won’t speak to me that’s perfect’ you thought as you made your way over and sat next to the boy.

The boy looked up, staring at you for a bit before speaking “Hello! My name is Jungkook” he said smiling. ‘Oh for fuck’s sake, I forgot how friendly these freshmen are on the first day because they have no friends’ you thought. “Uh, h-hi my name is Y/N” you waved slightly at him.

“Are you majoring in arts too?” he asked, his eyes were wide in a cute way. “No, actually I’m an International Studies major. I’m only taking this course for extra credits to graduate” you smiled at him. “Oh...so you must be older than me” he chuckled. You had, to be honest, his laugh was pretty cute. “Yeah I’m 22 however I’d like to think I was younger” you laughed and Jungkook laughed with you. You and Jungkook continued to talk until class began.

Suddenly the door opened and revealed a man who looked young with long brown and blonde hair. ‘Fuck he’s hot’ you thought as your gaze focused on him walking in. Jungkook leaned in and whispered in your ear “He’s quite the eye candy right” and you nodded. What else were you supposed to say of course you didn’t expect your painting professor to be a man who looked like he was in his mid 20’s.

Professor Min’s eyes scanned the classroom before stopping on you for a bit. You could feel your face reddening as you felt his gaze on you. ‘Fuck stop thinking like this Y/N’. As you looked up at Professor Min he broke the stare and sat at his desk. “Okay, my name is Professor Min and welcome to my Painting 101 class, this course will include beginner level painting. You will learn the steps to becoming a better painter. I expect each and every one of you to come out of this class with at least more confidence in the arts.” he said as he looked over the class.

Professor Min then took out his clipboard with the attendance sheet. He checked off each student one by one before hovering over your name tilting his head before looking up at you “Miss Y/N?” You immediately looked up at him “Yes?”. “It says here you’re a senior majoring in International Studies, is there a reason why you’re taking my course?” he asked still having his gaze on you.

“Ah um well I needed an extra course to get enough credits to graduate this semester and your course was the only option. However, I really like to paint as a hobby so I thought this class would be easy to take!” You answered trying to sound like you’re happy with taking the class. Professor Min nodded to your response “I see well welcome to the class as well” he smiled before standing up.

“So for today’s class, we’ll start easy. Each of you will be doing individual work today by making a simple painting of your choice. I decided to make this a first-day activity because I want to see where you are in terms of levels of performance with painting however expect me to make some comments as this is a college course not a high school course. This will be due in class today. I expect each of you to explain your paintings and why you made them the way they are. You have 2 hours, so please get to your stations, the materials needed are on the carts in the corner.” Professor Min stated as he went back to his desk and started to go over some paperwork while we all began to work.

The two hours of painting were almost up and to be honest you were very satisfied with your painting. You painted two pink roses tied together that were falling from the sky. ‘Professor Min is going to love this’ you smiled at the thought. Jungkook looked over your shoulder to see what you painted and laughed a bit. “That’s definitely very simple but it’s cute Y/N,” he laughed giving you a light pat on the back. You turned to see what Jungkook painted to see that he made a fucking portrait of himself A PORTRAIT! “What the fuck Jungkook how did you get that done within just 2 hours?” you ask as now you felt not so confident in your painting anymore. “Well, I am a visual arts major what did you expect” Jungkook laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay the 2 hours are up, I will start walking around the class to individually speak about your paintings. Once I grade them you can leave the classroom. I will post your homework for the week on canvas so make sure to check!” Professor Min said as he started to walk around the classroom to grade students.

Soon enough he reached Jungkook and he had no problem explaining his portrait of himself. “I really love the details of your painting Jungkook, I can see you will probably be one of the more advanced skilled students in our class, your grade for this assignment is an A” Professor Min smiled as he then turned to your painting. Jungkook had packed up his things and waved at you before leaving the classroom.

It was just you and Professor Min in the classroom so the amount of nervousness you felt was really high. “Alright Y/N explain your painting to me” he asked as he looked directly at you. “Well, as you can see I painted two pink roses tied together that are also in the midst of falling from the sky. I actually didn’t know what to paint at the beginning if I had to be honest but I just let my head flow with whatever came to my mind first which was roses. Roses signify love, I’ve actually never felt that before but pink roses comfort me a lot which is why I painted them falling from the sky. The roses are not within the grass they are falling because they haven’t gotten to me even though I think about them a lot.” You were satisfied with your answer as you smiled at Professor Min.

He nodded and looked at your painting again. “I like the story behind this painting Y/N however I feel like you can add more detail in your painting. Maybe add something else to pair with the flowers or add some scenery behind it so it doesn’t look like a plain sky. I see lots of paintings like this Y/N and it’s too simple for the meaning behind it when other paintings look exactly like this. Try and add more of your other feelings to this. I will give you a C for this however if you take it home and re-do it, I can consider regrading your work” Professor Min said as he wrote down your grade on his clipboard and smiled “I’ll see you next Friday Miss Y/N” he said as he walked back to his desk.

You just stood there trying to process what the fuck he just told you. It needed more detail, more work? You were sure you added everything you needed that was in your head. ‘I can’t believe this, Jungkook painted himself and got an A, what did I do wrong?’ you thought. “Miss Y/N are you alright?” Professor Min spoke up as he saw you still standing at your station. You snapped out of it and nodded over at him “Y-yeah I was just thinking of something else sorry, have a nice day!” you said as you grabbed your bag and your painting before rushing out the classroom. ‘I hope you choke on your fucking coffee Professor Min’ you thought as soon as you exited.

It was Friday again and throughout the week you worked on revising your painting as well as become close friends with Jungkook. “Did you get your painting done Y/N?” Jungkook asked as you sat down next to him. “Yeah, I was able to finish it hopefully he’s happy with this one even though I don’t understand what I did wrong in the first place,” you said sighing while taking your painting out and setting it next to your desk. “I thought it was fine even though it was simple, I think he’s just messing with you” Jungkook laughed. “If he’s messing with me I will chop his dick off for real,” you said frustrated.“ “I see I hope you don’t plan on doing that to me too” Jungkook laughed again. “As long as you don’t piss me off too much Kook then you’ll be fine” you smiled.

In the midst of talking, Professor Min walked in “Good Afternoon class, I hope you all have your homework ready to hand in. It will be the first thing we talk about in class today”. He said as he walked up to the chalkboard to write the word ‘blue’ on it. Shit shit shit, you forgot to do your homework because you were so focused on trying to redo your painting. Seeing you in distress, Jungkook handed you a sheet of paper and winked at you. You saw a post-it note on it and it said ‘I know you were trying to get your painting done all week so I did your homework for you!’. You smiled at the note before turning to Jungkook to give him a finger heart.

“So today before we start class we will go over the homework. Before I do that please pass them up so I know none of you are going to try adding in answers.” Professor Min said as we all started to hand our homework up. “This week’s homework was to give off your own meaning of the color blue, what does it mean to you and why did you think of that when you see or think of the color blue? Compared to many other colors, blue seems to be misinterpreted the most so I wanted to see what you all thought about it before we go more into observing colors” Professor Min said as he looked over the class before his eyes landed on you. “Miss Y/N what does the color blue mean to you,” he asked.

Trying to remember what you saw in your homework that Jungkook did you tried to answer. “When I see the color blue I think about the feeling of loneliness, it’s a color that for some reason emits sadness. Whenever I am alone and have no one, the color that first comes into mind to describe my feeling is blue,” you said as you exhaled feeling like you were holding your breath because you could still feel Professor Min’s intense gaze on you. He stared at you before responding “That’s an answer I expected, I am sure many of us had similar answers. The color blue definitely has a sort of tie to sadness however blue can have other meanings too, for example, it can symbolize healing.” Professor Min said.

“Since we have about an hour left, I’d like for you all to go to your stations, and paint a fruit that represents you, the fruit must contain one of the colors we talked about today. Expect that all your paintings in class to represent yourself, because painting expresses the feeling of the artist themselves.” Professor Min said as he smiled.

“This is going to be a piece of cake,” Jungkook said as he turned to his canvas. “Do you think he’s going to correct me on this painting too?” you asked Jungkook while getting your palette out. He shook his head “Nah, come on Y/N this is fucking fruit we’re talking about there’s no way he won’t give you an A”. You honestly hope Jungkook was speaking the truth.

The class was almost over and the fruit you ended up painting was strawberries. You thought it came out pretty cute. As you turned to Jungkook’s painting you tilted your head “Weren’t we supposed to paint only one fruit, why did you paint a whole fruits basket?” you asked. Jungkook shrugged “I didn’t know what fruit to paint, I feel like I am someone with many traits that can’t be linked to just one fruit, so hopefully Professor Min likes it.” he said.

Professor Min started to walk around the classroom in order so that meant you would be last in the classroom again. He reached Jungkook “Wow Jungkook it seems as you thought outside of the box, tell me what your painting means,” Professor Min said happily. Jungkook chuckled before responding “Well I feel like my life can’t be represented through one fruit, I like to think highly of myself so painting every fruit I could think of expresses that I am happy and that having all these traits is not a problem as long as I feel content with it” Jungkook explained.

Professor Min nodded “You impressed me yet again Jungkook, that’s an A” he smiled as he moved onto your station. Jungkook gave you a huge smile and a thumbs up before leaving the classroom. “Before you show me your fruit painting I want to see your revised painting of your roses Y/N,” Professor Min said. You handed him the painting of your roses. “I added a scenery behind the roses, as you can see I added an ocean behind them. You don’t see flowers growing near the ocean, I put them there because reaching the feeling of love is rare for me and it usually wouldn’t go too far so the roses would die even if they land in the sand or water.” You spoke hoping Professor Min can give you an A.

Professor Min sighed “I think you’re thinking to deep into your feelings Y/N, the painting is beautiful actually however I’m sure love will be successful to you one day. I will up your grade for this painting to an A” he said as he moved onto your fruit painting. “Thank you! For my fruit painting, I decided to paint strawberries, they represent happiness because whenever I go eat them I’m always reminded of the pretty things in life.” You stated happily. “I think that’s a nice way to go about it Y/N however I think your strawberries need a little more detailing maybe add a prop like how jungkook added his fruits into a basket. I’ll give this a C, feel free to re-do it, and turn it in next Friday.” Professor Min said as he turned away without letting you speak.

What the fuck a C again? You didn’t understand but you didn’t care. If Professor Min wanted you to fix it then you will because you simply just wanted to graduate.

As each week passed by you became more and more frustrated. No matter what you did with all your paintings Professor Min always gives you a C just to regrade to an A once you redid them. “I’m literally going to fucking kill him if he gives me a C one more damn time” you rolled your eyes as you started to eat your pizza.

“I think he’s hitting on you Y/N” Jungkook simply said as he sipped his banana milk. With that, you started to choke on your food “W-what?” you were sure that was not it, definitely, Professor Min hates you. “I don’t know it’s just weird that he keeps doing that and that he leaves you for last when it comes to grading. Plus you’re a senior right? Professor Min is only 27 there’s not too big of an age gap between the two of you.” he shrugged as he bit his pizza. “There’s no way in fucking hell he’s hitting on me, plus isn’t that illegal for a professor to do that?!” you questioned

“Not really as long as you both give consent to each other and keep it low it’s fine, plus you’re graduating so I don’t think he sees an issue.” Jungkook said as you hit him in the head with your phone “Well I promise you that’s not it, let’s not talk about this anymore kook” Jungkook grabbed his head chuckling while you just wanted to shut the conversation off because you honestly didn’t know how to feel if Professor Min actually liked you.

“Alright, so I will be walking around the classroom to look at the different birds each of you painted. This is the last assignment before I give you your final project next week, so I hope many of you improved with this assignment if it’s not good you may have trouble with the final as I will not be offering any regrading on it.” Professor Min firmly stated.

Time passed as he went to each student before reaching Jungkook. “What do we have here Jungkook?” Professor Min asked. “I painted a bluebird Professor Min, I thought it was perfect to paint as it symbolizes the arrival of spring but with the semester ending, I feel like I have put my all into all my works so the bluebird also symbolizes hard work!” Jungkook smiled while answering. “Nicely done Jungkook, you never fail to amaze me with your work. Your grade for this assignment is an A. I actually want to speak with you in my office tomorrow, even though you’re a freshman I feel like I wouldn’t mind having you as a mentor in my courses for next term.” Professor Min said as he smiled widely at Jungkook. ‘Thank you so much, I would love to help mentor students!” Jungkook smiled even his eyes fucking smiled.

Professor Min walked over to you pulling out your grading sheet. Jungkook packed all of his things happily as he made a big heart with his hands before leaving the classroom. He has a habit of cheering you on with a cute gesture before Professor Min grades you.

“Seems like you have a similar color palette as Jungkook, what bird did you paint,” he asked looking at you. “I painted a Blue Jay Professor Min they have a meaning of being fearless. The reason why I painted it wasn’t because of the meaning but because of the color blue. I was reminded back to the popular meaning of the color blue, sadness. Even though the Blue Jay is fearless it makes me think if it sometimes feels lonely while pulling that Fearless front. I always try to stay strong for myself and pull through but there’s a point where I feel stuck but I don’t want to speak about it. We all experience fear in our lives whether that be alone or with someone else.” You exhaled as you said all of that. ‘Gosh talking for that long while having Professor Min’s stare is having too much of an effect on you’.

“Wow Y/N the meaning you put to your painting is amazing, I love the connection” he squinted at the painted before continuing. “I think you should add something into the painting that shows what the Blue Jay may have a fear of. Other than that your grade is a C. You can come into my office after Jungkook tomorrow if you want to speak more into redoing this pro-” you cut him off as at this point you already had enough.

“Why a C, I don’t understand Professor Min please make me understand why you give me a fucking C every single time just for you to give me an A after I fix minor mistakes! This isn’t right and I want a true explanation why,” you yelled as you tried to slow down with your breathing.

“Y/N please lower your tone when speaking to me” he calmly said. “No! Just tell me why! I fix everything for you just for you to do the same shit all over again” you said already feeling tears coming up “Just why, please” you begged

“Y/N….your paintings always came out beautiful even without the regrading. I was interested in you on the first day of class when I noticed you were a bit older than all the other students, you stood out to me because this also isn’t your major of focus. You stood out in so many ways and I guess I wanted to get close to you. However, as my status as a professor, I can’t just do it so easily so my way of doing it was trying to keep you in the classroom and in contact with me as long as possible. I wanted to see you more Y/N because I like you.” Professor Min said as he looked into your eyes trying to at least find something.

“P-professor Min…” you stuttered surprised by his confession. “Please call me Yoongi Y/N, class is over” he stated as he got closer to you. “I don’t know what to say...Yoongi” you said moving your gaze to the floor, you couldn’t believe he was doing all this because he liked you, Jungkook was right. Yoongi grabbed your chin lightly as he lifted it before he placed his lips on yours. You kissed back slowly as Yoongi placed his hand behind your head to deepen it.

You could feel yourself starting to get hot as things got intense with the kiss and somehow you’re at Yoongi’s desk sitting on his lap. “Fuck Y/N you’re so beautiful did you know that I’ve been thinking about you like this for a while now,” he said in between the kiss as he could feel you trying to rut on his bulge. He chuckled “I bet your so wet right now Y/N look at you rutting against my cock that’s not even out for you yet.” You whined as you just wanted some pleasure, it’s been a while since you hooked up with anyone. “Yoongi please I just want your cock,” you said trying to rub your clothed core on his lap for stimulation. “Yeah? Want my cock right here huh when anyone can walk in and see my cock stuffed in your pussy?” Yoongi kissed your neck as you moaned. His words were so dirty which turned you on even more. “Yes yes Y-yoongi I need it!” you cried out.

“I need your pants off Y/N,” he said as he helped you take off your pants leaving you in just your underwear. You couldn’t believe you were doing this in a classroom with your own Professor. You helped Yoongi take his pants off and then you were left staring at his boxers. “Y/N take my cock out and suck” he demanded as he stared at you. You could tell he was already eye-fucking you. You put your hand into the opening of his boxers and pulled out his cock.

Fuck. He. Was. Huge

You didn’t waste time given the circumstances you’re in, you started to suck his cock. You couldn’t fit all of him it was too much however Yoongi grabbed the back of your head forcing his cock to go all the way in your mouth making you tear up. “Fuck Y/N that’s it take this cock, I think I’ll come soon” Yoongi growled as he guided your head down his cock. While you were sucking, Yoongi took out his phone to capture the sight of you. He never painted nude paintings because he wanted to wait for someone he loved to do so. Just by looking at you, he wanted to make you into art for only him to see.

You could feel Yoongi’s grip on your head tighten signaling that he was close to cumming. “Y/N where do you want me to cum sweetheart,” he asked looking down at you his hair sticking to his skin. You pointed to your mouth as you couldn’t form words obviously. “Your mouth is so good for me Y/N taking this cock so well” he grunted before he shot his cum into your mouth slowing down the pace of his hand on your head.

You swallowed every drop before lifting yourself onto his lap and leaning in to kiss him again. “Y/N I want my cock inside you,” he said as he grabbed your ass and positioned you over the tip of his cock before slamming inside you. “Yoongi! Fuck ugh!” you moaned out loud before Yoongi placed his hand on your mouth. “Baby you have to be quiet unless you want to let the whole school know your mine” he whispered in your ear. You moaned loudly into his hands, you couldn’t help it because Yoongi didn’t even let you adjust to his cock.

“Your pussy is so tight Y/N I might cum sooner then I thought” he moaned as he flips you over. Your face was now against his desk as Yoongi was fucking you from behind. “C-cum inside me Y-yoongi!” you cried out without thinking. Yoongi started to thrust harder and deeper “Shit okay Y/N, Do you like that? Having your professors cock inside your sweet little pussy to make you nice and full?” he growled as he started to slam his cock in and out your pussy. “Yes yes yes! I like that Y-yoongi! I-I’m going to cum fuck!” You suddenly saw white spots as your orgasm hit, you could feel Yoongi’s pace fastening as he started to spurt his cum into you.

Oh, fuck what have I done.

Yoongi pulled out slowly catching his breath before putting on his pants. “Y/N? Are you okay sweetheart?” he asked as he grabbed some tissues to clean you up. Without taking a glance at him you started to quickly put on your clothes. “Y/N?” he called out worried that you weren’t responding. “We can’t do this Yo- Professor Min it’s inappropriate and was a mistake I need to go,” you said as you teared up. You quickly grabbed your things ignoring Professor Min’s calling out.

You dialed Jungkook’s number hoping he would pick up. “Hey Y/N finished with talking with Professor Min?” he answered as you sniffled. “Y/N? Are you okay? Do you need me to take you back to your dorm?” he asked. “Please hurry Kook, I c-can’t do this” you pleaded. Jungkook comforted you through the phone as he went over to pick you up.

“So you had sex with Professor Min?” Jungkook blinked repeatedly as he was trying to take in the whole story. You nodded wiping your tears “It was wrong but it felt so good and it’s bothering me kook, I don’t know what to tell him.” Jungkook handed you a tissue “Y/N there’s obviously feelings between the both of you the only thing stopping you are each other statuses. The fact that Yoongi didn’t kick you out of the classroom and offered to clean you shows that he isn’t one of those people. I’m sure he’s hurt too Y/N. The best advice I can give is for both of you to give each other space until you’re ready to confirm your feelings back. If you realize the relationship is no good then let him know.” he stated as he gave you a hug. “Thank you, Kook. I’m surprised you don’t have a girlfriend when you’re so nice” you tried to smile as you were in Jungkook’s arm.

“I do have a crush on someone but I don’t think she likes me back” he sighed. “At least try but don’t fuck up like me” you chuckled. Jungkook nodded the problem was that you didn’t know that you were his crush. Jungkook was in love with you but he knew that it was never going to happen.

It was suddenly Friday again which means you had to see Yoongi. You were nervous you had no contact with him since you two had sex. You walked into the classroom seeing Jungkook give you a warm smile. Jungkook pointed in front of you so you looked over just to see Professor Min was early however he looked less like his happy self.

“Alright, so today’s class will be short because I will assign you all your final projects. For this project, you must make a collage of a color with multiple shades that speak words. You have 2 weeks to complete this project class dismissed.” Professor Min said as he gathered his things and left the classroom.

“Woah that was quick, Professor Min always uses his full class time no matter what,” Jungkook said as he sighed. “I think it’s because of me Kook, fuck what have I done. I really fucked everything up I’m sure instead of a C he’s going to give me an F.” You felt like crying, to be honest. “Hey, it’s okay. Want to come over my place to destress? We can watch Disney movies?” Jungkook smiled as he wanted to make you happy. You nodded “That would be great Kook” you smiled.

You and Jungkook were currently on the 5th Disney movie for the night. “Why can’t my love life be like a Disney movie, I feel like my story with Yoongi is like one of those tragedies before they get remade into a Disney Movie” you sighed reaching for some strawberries. Jungkook’s grip tightened on his cup of juice, he hated how you only spoke about Yoongi since the incident occurred. “Y/N if you keep thinking about Professor Min you’ll only stress yourself out more, give it a rest for just a bit, and maybe talk with him when finals are done?” he suggested.

“The problem is that he’s all I ever think about Jungkook, I really thought I could forget about him even while watching these movies but it’s worse now.” you sighed. Jungkook looked at you for a moment before suggesting something that made you confused. “Then let me help you forget,” he said as he looked into your eyes. “Jungkook?” you were confused by what he meant, as you laid your eyes on him his lips were against yours. Unlike the kiss with Yoongi, you weren’t responding back. “Please Y/N…..just for today...let me do this,” he asked as his eyes looked into yours searching for permission to continue. Jungkook was younger than you by a few years but you trust him and know he means no harm and that he just wants to help. You nodded as you kissed Jungkook back.

In just about 5 minutes both yours and Jungkook’s clothes were discarded on the floor. “Fuck Y/N is this what you let Professor Min see? He doesn’t deserve to see your beautiful body.” Jungkook said as he placed his mouth over your nipple. You moaned out “J-Jungkook!” as Jungkook started to suck on your breasts “Did Professor Min worship your breasts like this? I bet he hasn’t huh” he chuckled as he gave you small bites over your chest. Your hands reached to Jungkooks bottom half as you tried to grab his cock. He wasn’t as big as Yoongi but definitely Jungkook’s cock was thicker making your pussy clench around nothing. “Eager aren’t you Y/N? Just want my cock in your tight pussy right?” Jungkook smirked.

“Please Jungkook no teasing I just want you inside” you whined as you could already feel some of your arousal slipping out. Jungkook laid your body onto the couch. He left for a bit to grab something only to come back with a blindfold. “A b-blindfold?” you titled your head.

“I know you don’t love me Y/N, I’m only helping you take your mind off things so I thought having you wear the blindfold would help because I don’t want anything to change between us,” he said as he placed it over your eyes. “Thank you Kook, don’t worry I won’t forget about you and I feel bad for even letting this happen, I don’t want to lead you on,” you said sadly. “Y/N I wanted this too I promise you I’m okay with this,” he said softly.

Jungkook wasted no time as he hovered over you inching his cock slowly inside you. He groaned “Mm Y/N your so fucking wet just for me, look at how easily you’re taking this cock”. You moaned as you felt Jungkook stretching you out, you could only see darkness which caused you to clench on him. He hissed “Y/N please don’t clench like that baby I might cum within seconds.” he laughed. His laugh brought a smile to your face, you definitely felt comfort in Jungkook’s arm.

Jungkook spent his time thrusting into you repeatedly, you could feel yourself about to cum soon as your walls started to tighten around Jungkook’s cock. “K-kook I’m going to cum” you moaned as you gripped Jungkook’s back hard. “F-fuck okay I think I’m going to cum soon too Y/N, want me to cum inside you?” he asked heavily panting as he continued to thrust into you. “Yes come inside me I know you want to Kook” Jungkook’s heart felt like it was going to explode he was doing this for you but he smiled as you cared about his feelings too. You knew that the both of you probably won’t ever do this again which is why you agreed.

Jungkook changed positions as now you were sitting on his lap, He grabbed your waist making sure to help you with the pace. You wrapped your arms around him as you felt your orgasm hitting you “Jungkook ugh cum in me now” you whined as Jungkook thrust you through your orgasm and then cumming inside you.

You laid on top of Jungkook with his cock still inside you catching your breath. “You good Y/N? Let’s get you cleaned up, you can stay over if you want for the night I’ll sleep on the couch.” Jungkook offered as he slipped your blindfold off. You nodded already feeling sleepy “Thank you kook, and I’m so so sorry. I really hope one day a person who deserves you a lot will love you” you teared up saying it because you didn’t want to hurt him he’s your friend who loves you and you weren’t sure if you liked him back.

Jungkook smiled as he slipped out of you “Y/N it’s okay I’m just happy that I could take your mind off things for a bit, if it all goes wrong just know I’ll welcome you with open arms” he said as he helped clean you up before handing you some extra clothes to put on.

2 weeks passed like it was nothing and soon enough it was Friday the day finals were due. “What color did you base your collage painting on kook?” you asked him. “Oh I based it on the color purple, apparently it signifies having creativity and I definitely think I represent that” he laughed. “You really love yourself, huh, but that’s a good thing so I can’t really make fun of you for it” you chuckled.

“What about yours Y/N?” with his question you paused before speaking “Well um it’s based around the color pink. I can’t go much into detail but basically this is my confession painting to Professor Min” you said blushing a bit, nervous to speak to Professor Min after weeks have passed. “Ah is that why you didn’t attach an explanation note to your painting,” he asked and you nodded. “Good luck Y/N, I hope everything works out and let me know if you guys get some,” he said wiggling his brows. You laughed and playfully pushed him.

Professor Min walked in and stood in front of the class. “Alright everyone today is your last class with me today. Don’t worry we aren’t going to be doing anything today. All you have to do is bring your canvas up to the front of the room and make sure your explanation notes are attached to your paintings. I hope you all have a wonderful summer break” Professor Min smiled as students started to submit their paintings and then walk out the classroom.

Jungkook patted you lightly on the back and gave you a thumbs up before leaving the classroom. You smiled and started to pack up your things slowly as you waited for Professor Min to notice that you didn’t attach a note to your painting.

“Miss Y/N please come to my desk, the rest of you drop your paintings here and go” he stated.

Here we go, you exhaled before walking over to his desk. “Yes Professor Min?” you asked fully knowing what he was going to tell you. “I don’t see an explanation note attached to your painting,” he said as he looked up at you for the first time in weeks. “I didn’t write one,” you said plainly. “Well since you didn’t write one I am going to have to give you a-” before Professor Min could continue you cut him off “I love you Yoongi,” you said looking at him for a reaction.

“Y/N wha-” he said in a surprised tone. “My painting, it’s my response back to your confession Yoongi. I found love and it’s you” you told him as you started to blush. “Really?” he asked and you nodded.

“Fuck come here Y/N” Yoongi called and you obliged and sat on his lap to start kissing him. “Gosh so that means your mines now?” he asked as he started to undress you. “Y-yes I’m yours now Yoongi officially” you let Yoongi undress you as you stared at his eyes while he was doing so. Yoongi paused as he saw bite marks over your chest. “Y/N where did these marks come from” as you didn’t answer he inserted two fingers into your pussy thrusting them in. “Who did it Y/N tell me right now or I won’t give you my cock,” he said sternly as you cried out “Jungkook Jungkook did them!”

Yoongi chuckled “Where’s your phone Y/N” you pointed to your desk. Yoongi pulled out his fingers as he made his way over to your desk. “What’s the password,” he asked. “Bluemyg” he typed in the password as he started to look for Jungkook’s number in your contacts and pressed call when he found it. Jungkook immediately answered of course because it’s you.

“Did everything go well Y/N?” Jungkook asked. “Come to my class Jungkook right now,” Yoongi said as he hung up the phone turning it on silent. “Yoongi what are you doing?” you wanted to know why in the world did he call Jungkook over when you’re naked on his desk. Yoongi didn’t answer you back and slid his cock inside you “Fuck even after Jungkook fucked you he left you nice and tight for me” Yoongi chuckled.

Jungkook entered into the classroom to see Professor Min with his cock inside you. “H-huh,” Jungkook said as his eyes were blown wide. “Jungkook put your cock in her mouth,” Yoongi said not giving Jungkook an explanation. Jungkook just stood there trying to process what’s going on.

You moaned out “Jungkook just do it, it’s okay!”. With permission on your end, Jungkook unzips the front of his pants and pulls his cock out. He made his way over and placed his cock right above your mouth. “Y/N suck,” Yoongi demanded. You opened your mouth to take Jungkook in while looking up into his eyes.

“Isn’t she gorgeous Jungkook, taking two cocks at the same time with the door wide open for anyone to see,” Yoongi said as he continued to thrust into you. Jungkook nodded as he guided your head to suck his cock. You could barely think about anything when you had two cocks occupying your holes. You pulled away from Jungkook’s cock “I-I’m going to cum”. “Jungkook put your cock in her mouth again and cum when I say so okay?” Yoongi said as Jungkook agreed while thrusting his cock back into your mouth.

You started to clench harder around Yoongi’s cock as you whined while having Jungkook’s cock deep in your throat. “Cum” at that moment Jungkook and Yoongi started to pound into you and release their load. Your vision blacked out after your orgasm.

“Is she okay?” Jungkook asked as Yoongi closed the classroom door and pulled down the shades. “She’ll be fine, I think she was overwhelmed by taking the both of us,” Yoongi responded as he went over to you to start cleaning you up with wipes. “I’m not sure if Y/N will be okay with it, we’ll have to get her opinion on it, but I don’t mind having you in the relationship as well Jungkook I know you love her too,” Yoongi suggested. Jungkook’s eyes widened “R-really? Prof- Yoongi are you sure” Jungkook asked not expecting this. Yoongi nodded “I’m super sure” he smiled.

You opened your eyes to look to the right to see both Yoongi and Jungkook talking. “Did I pass out?” you asked making your presence known. Both of them looked at you and nodded. “Y/N how about adding Jungkook into our relationship?” Yoongi asked immediately. Your gaze turned to Jungkook expecting your answer “I-I don’t mind….I know you thought I didn’t love you Jungkook but after that night my feelings started to develop for you.” you smiled “I love you both” you said as you walked up to the both of them and kiss them both on the lips.

“Since we’re still sorta naked how about we make a body painting collage using all the colors we can” Jungkook suggested.

“I’m all in for it what about you Yoongi?” you asked looking at him. He laughed “Wow this is going to be a long day, let’s do it!”

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Bkdk Fic Rec

I’ve been inspired to write a fic rec! This one goes out to you @lonely-rabbit

At like, the end of 2018 and the beginning of 2019 I stayed up until 4am every night reading fics, and because I’m such a loser, I made a word doc to keep track of all of them so I wouldn’t forget them.... I tried organizing it by length but it got messy cause I’m ridiculous and cluttered, so sorry! (I’ll save my own for the end alskdjflsdkfj gotta self promote you know). This is going to get...really long, so I’ll put it under a read more! Also, just a heads up, these are all on ao3, in case that’s important to anyone!

Disclaimer: Any fics with mature or explicit content I will add a bolded warning for, even if it’s only a little bit. Normally most fics will be tagged as such, but some fics that are rated as teen I’ve found to be more suggestive than some of those rated as mature, so I will try to point it out where it feels necessary, for anyone who wishes to avoid it.

Fics under 1k:

Illuminate by TheQueen (269 words)

Summary: Bakugou watches the first firework launch and fights to keep his face neutral

Very short, plot is about a case of amnesia, also very cute and well written for that length! Not angsty at all imo

sweaty hands holding secrets - shounentwink (563 words)

Summary: Someone said Midoriya holds secrets in his hair.

It’s not true: He holds it tightly in his hands. Bakugou’s seen it.

I really like this writer! You’ll see quite a bit of them in this post alkdsjfalskdjf

Fics 1k - 10k:

Many sunflowers later - Jeka (2395 words)

Summary: Scholar Midoriya Izuku comes back to the person he left behind after his journey through the kingdom, the mighty dragon clan leader Bakugou Katsuki.

Day 1 of Twin Stars Week 2020: Fantasy AU.

First of all, fantasy au!!! Second of all, jeka!!! (I need to read more of your stuff!!) Anyways, so cute, such lovely, pretty writing, wonderful story telling, and they’re so in love TT_TT

Boom Badoom Boom - warschach (3429 words)

Summary: Izuku's working the kissing booth at the school fair, it just so happens Katsuki has been crushing on him since the first grade.

“Did you—“ Izuku parted his mouth with no sound leaving it, “Did you pay?”

“Yea.”

“For a kiss?”

This one’s a little silly but I love it still. It’s got a “kids in the 80′s over summer vacation” vibe, I think. I love warschach! I should read more of their writing... They have SUCH good bakudeku content! *It’s rated teen but there’s some suggestive content, just a heads up!

Hopeless Ramen-tic - lalazee (7155 words)

Summary: Midoriya is a cute guy who works at a ramen stall and Bakugou is thirsty as hell, but has to hide it by being an asshat. Another love story.

Ah, so good TT_TT so much sass, such good plot development and story telling for a simple concept *It’s rated as teen but again, it can be suggestive at times!

I’ll share this with you, so leave it behind - yabakuboi (3508 words)

Suammry: For the sake of the story, All Might is never in need of a successor, and, when Izuku saves Katsuki from the sludge monster, encourages young Midoriya down a different path. Thus, Katsuki and Izuku part ways after junior high, as Katsuki enters U.A. and the Midoriyas move overseas. It’s later that Katsuki realizes that there’s something missing, that he drove that something away.

Years after, Katsuki finds him in the last place he looks, in the cereal aisle at the local grocery store of their childhood neighborhood.

So soft, so sweet, so good if you just want to curl up in a comfy blanket and drink hot cocoa and feel warm and cozy and a little in love

The Secret Deku Box - yabakuboi (2241 words)

Summary: “Y’know, Bakugou never, ever talks about girls,” Kaminari says, his voice thoughtful.

“And I wonder why that is.” Ashido rolls her eyes.

“I’m just curious!” Kaminari whines. Kirishima drags the box out, unlabeled and unassuming, the lid not even fully clasped over the edges. “The guy has to— Whoa, what’s that?”

Kirishima realizes a little belatedly that this is a serious breach of privacy, and Bakugou will actually murder all of them. “Nothing!” he cries, attempting to shove it back under the bed, but Ashido snatches it away.

“Please be his porn stash!” Kaminari whispers as she whips the lid off.

Cute, funny, in canon, in character, and a must read I would say!

daisy bunches and heather branches - halcyonwhispers (5862 words)

Summary: izuku falls in love with the foul-mouthed tattoo artist next door.

Not another flower/tattoo shop au.... aldskjflaskdjfd Okay but punk!Bakugou is ALWAYS a smart move imo

the best part of me (is the worst I can give) - halcyonwhispers (5668)

Summary: Whole sentences usually make up people’s Words, but Katsuki got stuck with a name instead.

Izuku’s name.

I am such a sucker for soulmate aus when it comes to these boys TT_TT *There is some mature content, just a heads up!

Hard to Say - halcyonwhispers (8390 words)

Summary: Izuku is a Halfling, born after his faerie father spirited away his mom and then left her behind. Never quite fitting in with the humans or any of the supernatural beings in his small town, Izuku hoped that going to a diverse college in the big city will help him finally make friends.

Katsuki’s family has been powerful witches for generations, and he’s no different. Talented and a proclaimed genius to boot, he knew he shouldn’t waste his time on this dumbass (disgustingly cute) half-blood.

Or,

two idiots fall in love and don’t get that the other’s awkward cues are just a result of romantic tension.

I am ALSO a sucker for fantasy/mythical creatures au and I LOVED this one - Bakugou absolutely unable to handle how cute Midoriya is? Perfection - but it’s unfinished, and I don’t think it ever will be continued, unfortunately TT_TT

lots to unpack (throw away the whole suitcase) - shounentwink (4315 words)

Summary: “How’d you know?” Midoriya asks.

There’s a hunch to his shoulders that wasn’t there three hours ago. Freckled shoulders are kissed sunburnt and red: he looks like someone ran him over and left him like roadkill in the sunlight. Bakugou’s working with insurance today, but he could see the sparks of green lightning even from his elevated position in their shared agency. Midoriya’s holding his thumb, cracking it over and over — it looks like he’s rubbed it raw.

“Dunno,” Bakugou says. “Maybe you’re just easy to read, nerd.”

I love this one so much, it was one of the first ones I read, it’s so good, and it’s another that really affected how I view their relationship! Idk this one just hit for me

hang the moon from us (it’s a no from me) - shounentwink (1200 words)

Summary: Midoriya’s gonna get sick of Bakugou one of these days, and then the whole ruse will be over, and the balance of power will tilt beyond salvation, but that day isn’t today and it looks like Bakugou knows it.

What an asshole.

Once again, I’m a sucker for the fantasy au... But even more, the diction, the details, the imagery...it’s absolutely all stunning here. I wish I could write this pretty

In Which Bakugou Finds His One Tru Luv - Erina (5862 words) This is the first one of a series called The Misadventures of Explodo-kill Agency!

Summary: Welcome to the Explodo-kill agency! We can destroy your buildings, crash your cars, and help you solve one of the seven mysteries in life: who is Bakugou Katsuki's mysterious boyfriend?!

I’ll admit I’ve only read the first three but by god they are the funniest fics I’ve ever read in my life. I see that Erina has added more since the last time I checked it out! Tbh I was only interested in reading the purely bakudeku ones... (My favorite was the second one!! SO funny and cute!)

i still do - raeryn (9646 words)

Summary: He’s losing him to pieces, but Izuku still tries to make them count. In which a battle leaves Bakugou Katsuki with amnesia, and Izuku finds himself picking up the pieces.

So, this one makes me cry. TT_TT

One Thing Straight - winningshot (9899 words)

Summary: They totally aren't.

Hints of their relationship is found in all of their friends’ social media accounts, but majority of their fans still think that Katsuki and Izuku are in relationships with anybody but each other.

It was amusing up until it became sad.

Lmao it’s a little salty but I guess I can be too. This is a social media fic! There’s multiple ships in this one, too

A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF - kewltie (8472 words)

Summary: Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He's also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can't seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.

They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

Okay kewltie is SO GOOD and very creative! The formatting is phenomenal, it’s like you’re actually experiencing a social media melt down in real time lol

be my good luck charm - writedeku (6785 words)

Summary: See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.

(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest travelling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)

Oh I adore this one! It’s so cute and such a good narrative! Nice and warm, and Bakugou trying his damnedest to be suave, and it somehow working because Midoriya is just as flustered. *Another one rated as teen but some suggestive content.

Smells Like Victory - majjale (2377 words)

Summary: Bakugou takes two steps into the room and stops, clapping a hand over his nose. “Ugh, what stinks like Deku in here?”

"Good afternoon, Bakugou. That would be the amortentia."

I must admit, not a fan of HP, but majjale...TT_TT majjale writes these two boys so well. This one is really, really good!

Cherish Me - Justaperson1718 (2376 words)

Summary: “What?”

Izuku looked back down at his menu and flipped the page, a small smile on his face. “Nothing.”

Katsuki glared at Izuku from across the table. “If it was nothing then you wouldn’t be staring at me.”

“It’s just a little funny watching you try to look your best for our date when you always look great anyway,” Izuku explained. He wouldn’t look up from his menu while he spoke, but his words remained ingrained with confidence nevertheless. He considered what he was saying to be fact, and nothing else. “Even when you’re not trying in front of the cameras, it’s still hard to take my eyes off of you.”

This is a sequel to a fic that’ll be in the next section, because it’s longer, called Manage Me. Please read that one first before this one! (Not part of a series, but they’re the same story line)

Fascinating - Justaperson1718 (1556 words)

Summary: “I’m not staring at you,” Izuku replied, his eyes focused intently on Katsuki. He’s still wearing his pajamas, sitting on his knees in their shared bed. He was awake moments before Katsuki, and waited eagerly for the other to awake.

Katsuki glanced over his shoulder after his shirt was on and glared. “You’re fucking staring at me right now.”

Izuku shook his head, humming his disapproval quietly. “I’m watching you.”

“That’s the same damn thing,” Katsuki said while searching for a pair of pants in the dresser. “Your eyes are fixated on me like I’m your life’s fucking goal or some shit.”

“I just like watching you get dressed.” Izuku tilted his head to the side and smiled softly at Katsuki’s confused stare. “I know, it’s weird. But I like it.”

*There is a little bit of implied mature content, but overall, it’s just so sweet and intimate, and I just simply adore this one.

in a place once filled with gold - dorenamryn (9226 words)

Summary: It felt strange to remember such details, for they were things a friend should know, and as far as Katsuki was concerned, he and Deku hadn’t been friends in a very, very long time. He could admit, with reluctance, that they were on the path there, now, even though they would never make it. Katsuki would die before they could get the chance.

or: There is a garden growing in Katsuki’s lungs, and he is helpless to stop it.

“Hanahaki disease” okay, I can explain myself. Okay, I can’t. In any case, you got angst with a happy ending if that’s what you’re into!

Kaleidoscope - DPRenFTW (5141 words)

Summary: Izuku is a witch. He just needs to find his familiar. Enter a boy that is a wolf, and a wolf that is a boy - with wild red eyes and sharp smiles.

And Izuku thinks:

"Oh, it's him."

Just as beautiful and fascinating as the name implies! I seriously recommend for the beautiful writing, the gorgeous world, the mythical creatures au, and the lovely bakudeku romance!

Learning Curve - sensiblysilly (4222 words)

Summary: Deku and Katsuki’s first kiss goes rather differently than planned.

And Katsuki’s quickly learning that relationships can be unpredictable - especially when taking into account the variable that is Midoriya Izuku.

This really is just a careful handling of a teenage romance where perhaps one of them may have shit they’re still working through. It’s really sweet, and a careful study at boundaries and the building of a relationship. I actually stumbled across this while looking for another with the same name and ended up pleasantly surprised. Kacchan can has a little validation, as a treat.

4/20 is a national holiday - Ereri_Garbage (

Summary: Izuku is a drug dealer that doesn't really accept the fact he's a drug dealer, Katsuki is hot as hell as shouldn't be allowed a facebook.

Happy (Late) birthday Katsuki and happy (late) 4/20. I actually half assed an edit on this one so it took longer to post than I thought it would.

Uummmm lmao yes I have a sense of humor. ;ALDSKJFLSKDJF Okay, I say that, but this is not a crack fic, it’s a good story that I enjoy with good writing, and *it has mature, content, obviously for multiple reasons here. It’s rated as mature but there are borderline explicit moments imo. It’s a fun fic and funny, too! And, ngl, it really does remind me of college... But forget about me, the bakudeku is wonderful too of course :)

Drinking Watermelon - warschach (8906 words)

Summary: For whatever reason, maybe divine fate, Izuku turned and looked over his shoulder and waved to them.

Katsuki’s heart full on stopped right then, and his fingers forgot their duty on the rails, and his body neglected its job to keep Katsuki balanced.

Izuku’s summer sweet smile fell into concern as Katsuki went airborne and cracked his skull on the porch.

or Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Love it when people have Bakugou as absolutely enamored with Midoriya; it’s so good and true. Anyways this one makes me like summer camp story lines. It’s funny and also cute and great writing! *It’s got explicit content, just a heads up. Warschach stories just have this youthful 80′s vibe, I don’t know how else to explain it.

there are listed buildings - semiautomatichearts (3309)

Summary: Katsuki first sees colors bloom when he is only three years old. It is timid Izuku, hiding behind the cover of his mother's leg who looks upon him with wide eyes, and Katsuki's world explodes in shades of greens and pinks and blues, and he is so startled, he begins to cry.

His life is then on defined in color, in shades his peers can't see, by the forlorn, timid stare in Izuku's eyes that always lets off more than he is willing to tell. There is a schism driven between himself and his fated other, and Katsuki strives to be better than fate, better than what is defined for him. He is more than the written pages of a book, to be cracked open and read by the gods.

He wonders if it is possible for colors to bloom for someone who will never love you back.

Ah...soulmates :) So interesting how bakudeku fits into soulmate aus like this one when they’ve known each other as kids! And when they’ve had this complex push and pull thing going on all their lives! The writing is beautiful, and so is the story!

Promise Ring - bkdkwritingsdump (3579)

Summary: The midwest in the 1950′s is no place for boys who like kissing boys: something Izuku and Katsuki know all too well growing up there. However, the undeniable bond between the nervous science geek and the aloof delinquent will still find a way to blossom in such a desert.

Cute, sweet, makes my gay heart ache. Longing not just for the one you love, but just to feel right loving them. Very pretty story line, lovely story telling!

Fics 10k - 30k:

Fishy - warschach (19417 words)

Summary: Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

Another warschach! I love this one, I love how they write bakudeku, particularly as college students, their stories (at least, the ones that I’ve read) always feel so warm, like a summer’s day, but not a lazy one, one that’s playful? If that makes sense? *This one is explicit, another heads up!

Manage Me - Justaperson1718 (10756 words)

Summary: Izuku caught himself moving forward, his head tilted somewhat to the side, and his eyes shot wide open. His gaze met Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes now that he was no longer in a dreamlike state, and seeing the way Katsuki was looking at him—waiting for him—made him realize Katsuki would’ve let him do it. He might have even wanted him to do it.

“You’re both doing fabulous!” the photographer called out to them, packing his camera into his bag and getting ready to leave. “I just got word that what we have now should be good, so we’ll stop there. Thank you for your time! Lock the door on your way out after you change.”

The pair stayed frozen in place, with Izuku’s arms around Katsuki’s neck and Katsuki’s hands resting on Izuku’s waist, while the photographer and his supervisor left.

“Kacchan,” Izuku cooed once they were gone. “Did you want to…?”

Love the story, love the bakudeku! Very, very good bakudeku TT_TT very sweet *There is some mature content in here as well

point to a map (we’ve been there) - cosmicfuss (10589 words)

Summary: Serendipity / sĕr″ən-dĭp′ĭ-tē Serendipity is the occurrence of an unplanned fortunate discovery. Two men find themselves on a subway, hot coffee on one while the other is in the middle of a screaming match. After that they can't seem to stop finding each other, no matter how far they go.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; this fic owns my entire soul. I love the story, the ease of their relationship, just how lovely they are together. It’s another kind of nice, fluffy fic you’d read on a bad day where you come home and curl up in a blanket and listen to a ten hour video of thunderstorm white noise. *Again, some more mature content in here

Partners - tsukithewolf (13619 words) Another series! Two parts to this one this time

Summary: It is said that in Musutafu there is a charm that one can buy at a temple that will lead you to your destined partner. They say that if the charm works, you would be able to follow the red string of fate to the person you were meant to be with. And if the person returns your feelings, they would be able to see the string as well, proving that both were meant to be.

Three-year-old Katsuki and Izuku misunderstand what the word "partner" means and discover the charm and the rumor behind it is not only true, but more than expected.

Gets a little heavy, depression, bullying, suicidal thoughts, etc. But it must get worse before it gets better, that kind of thing. I also just adore the second part (called Bond) - maybe because it’s much fluffier, what about it?

Learning Curve - iknewaman (10304 words)

Summary: “Izuku.” Uraraka repeats as she motions at the person stood next to her. Green curls, average height, and, well. Up close, not such a bad smile. Uraraka points a thumb at Bakugou and enunciates slowly, “This is Bakugou. He can speak sign language too.”

Wait. Sign language?

The stranger— well, Izuku— looks at him with a raised brow. Their free hand lifts up as they make a slight motion of the hand.‘

Really?’

Bored out of his mind at a house party one night Bakugou is introduced to Izuku, a deaf student who offers to help teach Bakugou sign language in exchange for a favour-- or well, is prompted into asking for a favour.

Ah, I really want to explain this one a little bit? I’d never been into fanfiction ever, only really getting into it with these boys. This was the second one I read, I remember, and it caught me off guard, and it intrigued me. It really surprised me as to what fanfiction could be. Ngl I had biased perceptions of fanfics - I used to be one of those people who thought fanfiction could never be good writing - and this one slapped me in the face with it’s subtle beauty and creative story and heart melting capabilities, and very, very real relationship and growth. Anyways it’s so cute how happy Deku is to teach Kacchan sign language TT_TT Make sure to read the tags!

The Keeper and the Sun God’s Heir - SurelyHeavenWaits (12746 words)

Summary: The Titans' have stolen something important from Izuku, heir of the Sun God, and he wants it back.

This one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one this one- Oh my god this one. Okay so what, I was a Percy Jackson kid, what about it? I love the mythical aus, particularly the god ones. But beyond that, the writing is so beautiful, just like the world, and the imagery. The bakudeku...absolutely stunning. The story itself? Incredible. Cannot recommend more. *There is explicit content in this, though I will say, it’s all in the last chapter, and all of the story is in the first two chapters. There’s also a second part as it’s a series and it’s short but it’s cute and sweet TT_TT

seven days - aaAAAaaahhhhHHHHH (10094 words)

Summary: There’s something about the green haired boy, an aura that just drew Katsuki in before he even knew his name.

[Sometimes your mind forgets, but your heart remembers]

Heed my warning: DON’T read this in front of other people. I bawl every time I read this one TT_TT I know I said I don’t like angst but AJLSKDFJALSKDFJ it has a hopeful ending! I mean yeah you’re gonna cry but...hope? :’) (that username really says it all tbh)

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Notice me, nerd - useless_donut (40000 words)

Summary: Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out.

Will the class of 3-A survive the sexual tension? Who will snap first? Someone put Bakugou out of his misery, please, before everyone else dies of second-hand embarrassment.

(a love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A)

Love the idea of Bakugou being brazen and brash, cause yeah, he is. So fucking funny though how that translates to him flirting. Gotta say, thought I was gonna cringe, but his “I’m gay af” outfit really ended up being A Look. Love the mutual pining, it really is strong in this one. *Okay, mature content in this one lads.

While You Were Sleeping - Belkacaramelka (71197 words)

Summary: The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Quirkless AU based on the film; endgame BakuDeku. -- Katsuki didn’t know when the change had happened: how he had gone from asking why Todoroki chose Deku of all people, to wondering why it was Todoroki that Deku chose. Troublesome Deku, who cooed like an idiot at cats, tripped at a random catcall and sang badly. Who, despite everything, proved that it wasn’t the quirk that defined a person. Deku, who was too much, not his, and undeniably off limits to begin with.

Update: Epilogue added

*This one has mature content. If you can, please, for the love of god, read this fic. It’s like, tied with my favorite bkdk fic perhaps ever. It’s based on the movie of the same title, a nineties romcom with Sandra Bullock, but Belkacaramelka has so effortlessly made it into it’s own story, fit it so perfectly inside of the bnha world. I definitely stayed up until 6:30am reading this one. It’s got such good badass Midoriya, who is also sweet, and really really good reconciliation between bakudeku.

All Gifted - fitzefitcher (39129 words)

Summary: The thing about gifts is that they're meant to be given, they're meant to be shared; so Izuku will take his gifts, so freely given to him, and share them with all he holds dear.

Izuku is born without any gifts, as his kind often are, to a witch mother and salamander father, on one sweltering night in July.

This one is unfinished...and I highly doubt it will ever be. But what has been written is incredible. Once again, I’m a sucker for the magic/mythical creatures aus. But the relationship is great! The characterization is great! The found family trope that was building up is great!

under a hollow sun - umbrage (40572 words)

Summary: Midoriya is cursed with emptiness.

Misfortune leads him to a man of ancient magic and endless rage.

To stop an unfathomable evil, their mismatched halves must become whole.

Uuuggghhhh this was so good! I don’t think it’s going to be finished either :( Once again, fantasy au, more amazing writing, on point characterization, incredible pacing, makes you hungry for more story.

all the savage soul requires - majjale (58032 words)

Summary: Bakugou seems to have exhausted his patience for words and no longer acknowledges that Midoriya exists, so Midoriya crosses his legs, stares down at his hands limned in firelight, and makes a list of things he knows.

One. His name is Midoriya Izuku.

Two. He is a Godmarked, future god of life, heir to the divine throne.

Three. The gods have been fighting Death for eons, and now he's coming for recompense with everything he’s got.

This is majjale, so of course, the writing is more than beautiful; it’s absolutely breathtaking. This may be my favorite fic ever - unfortunately I don’t think it will ever be finished either TT_TT There’s the gods/fantasy au, which you know by now I love. But the characterization of our two boys is absolutely perfect, and I mean that as literally as possible. And the story being crafted between the two, the memory loss, the obvious history muddled by it all, it was so dense, and the PINING, so incredibly written, flowing so naturally. It wasn’t even close to being done, but it was wonderful, still is wonderful.

My Writing: (You can skip this if you hate shameless self promotion)

You’re too damn flicking cute (1815 words)

Summary: Bakugou is certain his shitty boyfriend is instigating kisses. Maybe it doesn't help that he keeps giving them away like it's a damn going out of business sale, but the stupid nerd is too fucking cute. Either way, like everything else, this is a competition, and he's going to win it.

Please don’t read this unless you’re going to the dentist afterwards! I’ve been told it’s so sweet it’ll give you instant cavities >_>;;;;

Bakugou Katsuki, you smooth motherfucker (10118 words)

Summary: Everyone around him knows that Bakugou Katsuki has a very special way with words. To the untrained ear he is loud and crass; to those that speak Kacchan, he is caring and inspiring. Yet there are rare moments, moments so fleeting you blink and you miss them, where Bakugou’s words pierce straight through Midoriya’s chest, and surprise everyone around him.

Goddammit, if only he would say them to Midoriya’s face.

Or, the five times Bakugou said something nice about Midoriya, and the one time he said something kind to him (but that was too long of a title).

I think most would consider this my best published fic; it’s one of those snapshot fics, “the five times where x did this, and the one time where they didn’t.” The recurring comment I get on this one is both of them being super in character, so I think that’s it’s defining characteristic! Bakugou and Midoriya have never known a life without the other, and in a perfect world, they never will.

Here, let me fix that (11247 words)

Summary: Bakugou honestly never thought he’d see Deku ever again. And now that they were together in this tiny compartment, alone for the next two and a half minutes, he had no clue what to say. He’d just apologized, right? So perhaps he could leave it at that and carry on with the original plan to never see the green-haired man that reminded him of dense forests, late night adventures, and tear-stained faces, ever again.

Ha! Who is he kidding? These bitches are soulmates.

I’ve gotten some critiques on this one, so sorry in advance if it’s not to your liking! Basically, what if Midoriya never got his quirk? Obviously, life would find a way to put them together because, as previously stated, these bitches are soulmates.

Plenty of Time (16654 words)

Summary: Bakugou found what little sleep he got restless and filled with nightmares that he forgot the second he opened his eyes. Tonight was the first time in a long time where he just had a normal dream - and it happened to be about Deku.

How fucking typical.

In other words, two dorks realize they have feelings for each other but don't know what to do about said feelings.

Ah, my first fic. Very simple, boys being boys, kinda like a slow burn? Idk how to explain this one, just boys figuring out their feelings and trying to figure out what to do about them. Been told these two are a little stupid but I think that’s valid.

We’re all time bombs waiting to explode (39223 words)

Summary: We have now entered the slipstream of time, into an alternate dimension where it neither is, nor isn’t, the 80’s. Two teenagers, burdened with the weight of adolescence in the modern world, find themselves struggling side by side, in part because of each other.

Bakugou, the most popular boy in school, has everything he could possibly want; status, power, and an unbreakable will. Having been dragged along behind him all the way to the top, Midoriya can’t help but wonder how (and why) he ended up standing beside his childhood friend-turned bully-turned friend again, weighed down by their complicated past and present. As the tension between them grows every day, and the arrival of a new, pretty face causes it to peak, it won’t be long before something - or someone - snaps.

I am...very bad at titles, and summaries apparently. This was my Heathers au, but it very quickly diverges from the original (I don’t do sad endings....) *This one has mature content, including implied sexual activity, drug use, and underage drinking, along with other heavy topics; please read the tags! Though tbh Midoriya is 17 for a couple weeks before it hits his birthday halfway through, so keep that in mind I guess? I kind of went heavy with this one, but I think the pay off was immense. This is the one with the most amount of comments stating it’s their favorite bkdk fic ever (and I cry). It’s a rough start, with a rough journey, but so is bakudeku! There’s a lot of petty drama, and then all of a sudden it’s Not That Petty and very much Far Too Real. Many have cried reading the ending, I cried writing it. My sister says it’s her favorite of mine. Now, I did kind of push this out without polishing it so much because I was losing my willpower, so if it feels lacking, that’s one hundred percent my fault.

Okay that was a lot! It took me a couple days...I hope I wasn’t too annoying with all my opinions! Please have a nice day. and enjoy some good reads, even if they aren’t the ones in this post!

#bakudeku #katsudeku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #bkdk #fics #my writing #god i really hope i didn't fuck up any of this #i spent a long time on it alksdjflaskjdflkasdjf #this is 39 fics without my own #and 44 including mine #i can tell i've forgotten some but #idk it's hard TT_TT #anyways it's 2:30am #if i go to bed at 4am one more time i'm gonna throw myself down a flight of stairs #i hope this is good enough as is!#most of this was written very late so I hope it doesn't sound...crazed

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greenfinches · 5 years

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I noticed you mentioning somewhere you mentioned a 5+1 fic of therapy sessions? Did that ever go up somewhere?

it’s stuck in wip purgatory rn :( i’d love to finish it someday tbh bc i’m rlly attached to the idea but in the meantime this is what i have so far

[cw for brief mention of suicidal ideation and dennis being a bastard man]

Being awake in the Grand Forks suburbs before daybreak feels a lot like a lucid dream, and also feels nothing like one at all.

Around three decades before, in the middle of summer break, Dennis had picked the lock on the caretaker’s entrance to the languages block just to prove he could. The deserted hallways had been different, somehow: still and quiet, lit only by moonlight, the scuffed linoleum echoing his footsteps into empty space. Certain places are transformed by darkness - St Joe’s, that night, had been one of them. Dennis can remember being struck by an itch at the back of his neck that told him he was peeking into forbidden territory. Not so much abandon all hope, ye who enter here; but more the feeling you get at an airport when it’s quiet. A feeling that says, this place isn’t real, and neither are you. The same feeling is creeping up on him now as he sits on the rooftop of Mandy’s rented condo, watching the faint pink of dawn wash over the horizon like a bruise.

It’s 4am, or it was last time he checked. He doesn’t know when that was. He’s perched on a generator that doesn’t seem to have been replaced since the early 70’s, considering how much it wheezes whenever he moves. It’s loud and guttural and a welcome respite from the unsettling stillness of suburbia in the early hours, so he doesn’t mind it all that much.

Four in the morning, last time he checked. Brian’s usually awake by six. And Mandy’s coming down off the tail end of night shift, which means this morning is his turn.

Dennis hates his kid. Not intentionally, and not willingly, but he does. He’s loud and needy and he has Dennis’ eyes, he shouts when all Dennis wants is quiet and clings when all Dennis wants is space. Sometimes he’ll sit on Mandy’s lap and sleep his way through Goodnight Moon, and sometimes he’ll spend a day screaming and sobbing and writhing on the floor because his socks don’t match. Dennis loves him - or wants to, at least, which for him is more than a lot of people get - but he also, increasingly, has times like this, where he doesn’t sleep and sits out in the cold instead, his hands shaking at the idea of going back inside.

Sunlight has begun to slowly spread across the rooftop, faint pink giving way to fainter gold. It’s nice. Maybe. If you’re into that kind of thing. Dennis rummages in his pocket for his phone and opens the camera.

He opens a new text message, uploads the photo, and types ‘good morning’. His thumb hovers the delete button and then he thinks, fuck it, and sends it anyway.

He’s not expecting a reply for a few hours - or even at all, for that matter - but seconds later his phone screen lights up in his hand.

It’s the view from his bedroom window - his old bedroom window. The glass is spattered with water droplets and the rain looks so heavy that Dennis can barely make out the hazy shape of the building across the street.

‘for you, maybe’

Dennis rolls his eyes. Leave it to Mac to be a dramatic bitch over text.

Before he can type out a reply, his phone vibrates again.

‘how are you?’

Dennis frowns down at the screen. This is another particularly Mac-like thing to do - ask a loaded gun question like it’s nothing at all and have the gall to expect an actual answer.

‘fine,” Dennis says, hoping to god he isn’t going to push. ‘how’s the bar?’

Mac’s typing bubble appears, then disappears. A few seconds later, it pops back up.

‘same old.’

Then, a split-second after that:

‘charlie set himself on fire a little bit trying to fix the juke box.’

Dennis snorts, despite himself.

‘how much hair did he lose?’

‘none. wrecked my shirt when i tried to put him out tho.’

Once again, Dennis’ phone vibrates in his hand before he can type anything else - except it’s not Mac, not this time, just his morning alarm.

5:30, then. Later then he’d thought. He should probably head back downstairs. He gets to his feet reluctantly, hopping off the generator and stretching his legs out.

‘gotta go. call later?’

‘can’t,’ is the text he receives in return. ‘sorry bro.’

Something in Dennis’ chest drops, then freezes still. He stares down blankly at the screen as another message arrives.

‘got a date after work!!’

Dennis rereads the text five times over, clenches his hand into a tight fist around his phone, and then shoves it into his pocket before he can give into the urge to throw it off the roof.

He isn’t even sure what part of that message offends him the most: the content or the exclamation points. It’s one thing for Mac to drop that on him - that Dennis is being blown off not for an emergency, not even for a scheme, but purely so Mac can hang out with a complete stranger - and another thing entirely for Mac to practically demand his happiness regarding the matter.

“So,” she says. “Tell me about your week.”

Dennis raises his eyebrows.

“Really?” he says. “You’re starting with that? Not what I would’ve done but, sure, okay. Let’s start there. Get this whole goddamned show on the road.”

Doctor Lane smiles at him. She’s older than he is; he can tell by the faint crows feet at the corner of her eyes and the way her hair is greying at the temples. It’s disgusting, really, the way people let themselves go.

“Excellent.” She sounds so genuine that he wants to punch her. “Why don’t you get me up to speed?”

Dennis forces a smile.

“Can I tell you the truth? I’m only doing this to humour a concerned party. I don’t need to be here - I should be sitting where you are, really, I have a psych degree.”

“It says here,” Doctor Lane points out, flipping through her notebook, “that you punched a hole in the wall of your partner’s house a week or so ago.”

“That was a misunderstanding,” Dennis insists, waving a flippant hand. “Complete misunderstanding, I was -“

“‘So intoxicated that he couldn’t walk straight, verbally aggressive, physically intimidating, and threatening suicide,” Doctor Lane reads out. she doesn’t sound angry, which is frustrating as all hell, because if she were angry Dennis would have an actual excuse to be angry back. As it is all he can do is glare at her in heavy, mutinous silence, and clench his fists to keep them still.

“We don’t have to talk about that,” she says, not unkindly. “Or talk at all. But I think this session would be more beneficial for both of us if we had some form of conversation.”

Dennis leans back in his chair. He closes his eyes and breathes out through his nose, and then he stares at Doctor Lane with the cold, dead eyed gaze that usually guarantees him the luxury of being left alone, and has occasionally guaranteed him a restraining order.

Dr Lane doesn’t look away.

“Mandy and I aren’t together,” Dennis mutters. “First of all.”

“What do you do for work, Dennis?”

“I’m a bartender,” Dennis says, before he can stop himself. The words turn acrid in his throat as he adds, stumbling, “was. I was a bartender.”

“Your friend told me you lived out of state until recently.”

“South Philly,” Dennis says. “Yeah.”

“Did you live there long?”

“Forty years. Give or take.”

Doctor Lane raises her eyebrows.

“That’s a big change.”

“Oh, stellar observation work,” Dennis drawls.

There’s a brief silence. As it stretches out further it feels like something is crawling up the back of his neck.

“I - it is. I guess. It is a change.”

“How does it feel?”

Dennis snorts.

“How do you think it feels?”

“You swapped bartending for fatherhood over the course of a weekend,” Doctor Lane says mildly. “I think that a little fear or panic wouldn’t be unreasonable.”

“I’m not panicking,” Dennis snaps.

“Come home,” Mac says quietly over the phoneline - Dennis just stands there for a minute, his eyes shut, as he listens to Mac’s breathing.

#the plot ended up getting way longer/more intense than i anticipated so i put it on hold..........@ me control urself mayhaps #anonymous #fic tag #ask tag #long post //

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soldatbarnes · 6 years

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This Is War [3]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend, Sam sets you up on a date with one of his friends. When it goes horribly, he gives you an ultimatum: Go on a makeup date with the guy, or download a dating app. You choose the latter.

Bucky Barnes X Reader [ft. OC Brent X Reader]

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1069

A/N: No Tags again, since it’s a repost! I’m working on new content, and decided that I will not be uploading the entirety of my old masterlist. If anybody has anything they’d really like to see brought back, please let me know. xo

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Bucky woke up the next morning with a slight pounding in his head. He didn’t know why but he hadn’t been able to sleep all night. The tossing and turning had got to him around 4am when he decided to watch Netflix. At some point he had drifted off into dreamland and woke up around 9am, laughter echoing through the halls of the compound.

Throwing his blankets off he decided to see what all the fuss was about. Walking into the kitchen he saw you, Nat, Wanda, and Sam all huddled around something at the island.

“What’s going on?” he yawned out, stretching his arms above his head.

“Who is that?” a voice Bucky didn’t recognize rang through his ears.

“Just Bucky.” you answered shortly. “Who are you talking to?” he was confused as he poured himself some coffee, glancing over to the group he now saw your phone was in your hands.

“We’re face timing with Jeff, say hello.” Sam answered, pointing at the phone.

“Who the hell is Jeff?”

“Y/N’s date on Thursday.” Nat spoke up, before returning to what Jeff was saying. Bucky rolled his eyes and didn’t say anything. Instead he leaned against the marble countertop and watched you. You were smiling, happy. A look on your face he hadn’t seen in a while. The sight made his lips turn up slightly, as he took another sip of coffee.

It was then that he realized just how long it had been since he had seen that look. He put the mug down, suddenly irritated with himself. He was supposed to be your friend and yet it took him months to figure out that you weren’t actually happy. He found he couldn’t stand there anymore, guilt filling his head.

“I’m gonna head out for a run.” nobody responded, too wrapped up in their conversation. Only when he was gone did you look up.

“Where’d Buck go?” you looked to your friends. They all shrugged. Your brow furrowed.

“So, Y/N, where do you want to go for dinner on Thursday? It will have to be late because I’m not finished work until 8pm.” Jeff broke the silence.

“Hmm... I’m not sure. Whatever you like I guess! I’m not picky.” you smiled at the cute man on your screen. He had sandy blonde hair, pouty pink lips and blue eyes. You couldn’t help but think they just weren’t blue enough.

“Well, there’s a little wine bar downtown that could be fun.” he smirked.

“That sounds great! I love wine.”

“Awesome! I’ll just head home after work, grab a quick shower and then I’ll be by to pick you up!”

“I’ll be ready,” you laughed. “Anyways, I should get going, training and paperwork to do.”

“I’ll see you on Thursday Beautiful.” he smiled before ending the call.

“Seems a little for a dinner date don’t it?” Sam brought you back to reality.

“A little yeah.. I can’t really tell what his actual intentions are.”

“Maybe he just likes to eat late?” Wanda offered. Nat scoffed.

“I don’t think it’s dinner he likes to eat late.” she said, her face skeptical. You smacked her arm gently.

“Nat!”

“I didn’t say it would be a bad thing.”

“Stop, you’re ridiculous.” you laughed. Before long you had all gone your separate ways, deciding it was time to be responsible.

A few hours later you were showered and ready to relax. Deciding that you would watch a movie and order some takeout because most of the team had been called on a last minute mission.

You put on ‘Hush’ and waited patiently for your food to arrive. Jeff was busy working, but you found yourself texting back and forth with another guy from the app, Brent. He was so sweet and polite that you couldn’t help but smile whenever your phone dinged.

You heard heavy footsteps and looked up to see Bucky standing in the kitchen a few feet away from the living room. He had takeout bags in his hands.

“You ordered Chinese?” He held the bags up.

“No, Thai. I know you like it better.”

“You ordered food for me too?” he was surprised, you’d been acting chilly towards him, although he understood why.

“Of course. It’s what a swell teammate would do.” you deadpanned. His stomach dropped and suddenly he didn’t feel as hungry.

“Do you want a plate or just the container?”

“Container please. And chopsticks.” he brought your meal over, handing it to you before retreating back to the kitchen.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“No thanks.” you kept your focus on the movie now. He watched as your face lit up when your phone went off. That feeling he didn’t understand made him shiver. The pit of his stomach felt heavy. He opened the other takeout bag, seeing that you did in fact order his favourite. He didn’t know if he should stay or take the food and leave.

“Thank you for the food.. What do I owe you?” He felt nervous and couldn’t understand why.

“You don't owe me anything Buck.” The nickname made him relax a little bit. “Are you going to stand in the kitchen all night, or are you going to join me?”

“Do you mind if I join you?” The way he felt was so alien to him. He has never once hesitated to join you in whatever you were doing. Up until recently he knew he was welcome. Lately he wasn’t so sure.

“Bucky, just sit down and shut up. You know how much I like this movie. If you’re quiet maybe I’ll let you pick the next one.” He was on the couch as quickly as he could walk there.

You felt better somehow with him there. His presence was so second nature to you that sometimes you didn’t take any notice to it. But you had always noticed it’s absence. Up until recently Bucky was home to you. Your phone dinged again.

“Are you talking to that Jeff guy?” he asked.

“No, this guy’s name is Brent! And he just asked me out!! Bucky look!” you leaned over to show him the phone. You would be going for coffee on Friday with him.

“That’s great,” he fake smiled. “Look at you go!”

But you didn’t hear him, you were too focused on Brent. He put his food down on the coffee table. His appetite was gone.

Part 4

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky angst #bucky barnes series #bucky series #bucky fic #bucky barnes fic #marvel fanfiction #sebastian stan

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kun-summacumlaude · 4 years

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SUMMA CUM LAUDE? #6

Hello and welcome to my last Pre-Corona virus post. I’m uploading two days in a row because too many students are making noise about wanting to resume an it’s disturbing my peace. Anyhoo, this will centre around Food (I have no idea why I chose to do this now), my Academics and tiny about my lecturers (not much in it really).

For food.

I haven’t eaten any swallows on campus because of my toilet schedule. It’s part of the struggle. I also have never bought Chicken on Campus — I simply feel ₦300 or ₦400 is a lot to spend on a piece of chicken, especially when you consider the fact that my normal heavy meals on campus do not go past ₦350. I can afford it but I just think it would be a waste of money really. My usual meals are Beans, plenty of Rice haha, Macaroni, Spaghetti, Yam, Bread and other things like egg rolls (this was actually breakfast at some point until I started seeing eggshells in them, I was disgusted), Sausages, Meat pies and the likes. I usually eat at Mama G in Jaja shopping comples, Mavise at New Hall, PMG, Chai I can’t remember the other shops. That’s enough for food.

My Academics.

I got off to a disturbingly rough start with my actual studies. I fell behind in 2/5 of the theoretical courses that I cared about and the third one was absolutely upside down. These 3 courses are my General Engineering courses for the First Semester. And it all started the moment I finished secondary school. Remember this line from #1? “ I made sure to enjoy that period of rest between leaving secondary school and starting University, probably a little too much because I didn’t love the initial rush when I finally started “; the time has come for us to understand it. After WAEC I desired to re-read and master O’Level Further Maths and Physics so I wouldn’t have issues when I started University. There was even advice to start First Semester work that early. I didn’t do it between May and August, when I finally wrote Post UTME. After Post UTME I was like oya Kunle, let’s do this thing. Nope, didn’t happen. I got admission and was like hmm okay, University is really close but I still decided to holiday all of my time and first class, I was already behind.

Vectors and Statics, Limits, Functions, we started with them and I should have revised all before resumption (I didn’t even know there was Limits in my Further Maths textbook until two days ago and I was hurt deeply). It became really frustrating, I was trying hard to understand lectures while I was still working on their fundamentals and don’t forget that I had to do the assignments as well, it was just too much and it didn’t look like it would end. It seemed impossible and I eventually fell sick. That takes us to this line from #5 “ I usually sleep from 12am to 4am or 5am if I’m really tired. Very unhealthy but I didn’t have much of a choice “. I didn’t have much a choice because it was either overwork myself of fail and this was another reason I stayed at the Faculty till 11pm everyday (I also suffered in the hands of that unstable WiFi). I was always reading. People would see me and shout “Scholar” but in my heart I knew I was headed for wahala.

Fortunately for me,I fell sick the week the strike started so I only missed one Workshop class. Then upper week and Corona Virus came so I was actually excited about the break and started reading to catch up. I caught up and went ahead and now I’m closer to the end of most of my courses. To be honest, I have no idea what would have happened if there was no break. Surely, it would have been rough but the Lord works in mysterious ways.

I actually enjoy my course work. It’s fun solving questions but the issue I have is how terrible the Course outline is concerning guiding students. It’s overly-vague compared to the actual content you’ll have to study. If you’re hoping to become an Engineering student and you just finished Secondary school; please and please revise your Physics and Further Maths, all of it. Watch Youtube videos, they help.

Lecturers.

I simply have nothing to say haha. I have no relationship with them at this point except Teacher-Student so I can’t say anything about them.

That will be it for #6 and also Pre-Corona. I’ll be back here once I’m on Campus again. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!

BYEEEEEE :)

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achrafchachi · 4 years

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30 Things Every Man Should Do Before Turning Thirty

Become financially independent

Arguably, this advice is hard to appreciate, given how fully we as a generation have been impacted by the actions of the previous, but no pain, no gain right?

If you haven’t already, get out from under your parent’s feet. They may say they “don’t mind” giving you a helping hand, but you should.

2Have some discretion

Maybe don’t broadcast every thought you have on Facebook. No one cares. No one has ever cared.

We don’t need a thousand updates on the status of your relationship, selfies,

or musings on how much of a “geek” you are. Uploading 400 photos in an album titled “last night” is not a great use of time.

3Travel

On that note, you’ve heard it a million times, but travelling will open your eyes.

Don’t hit up KFC first thing when you get to where you’re going, be respectful and willing to learn. You’ll come back appreciating home much more, too.

For inspiration, check out the 28 Places Every Man Should Visit In His Lifetime.

4Be able to call it a night

OK. Unless things are going well with a little cutie, you don’t have to stay up until 4am just for the sake of it.

The most mature thing someone can do is to say, “right, I’m off,” and then actually leave.

Most parties tend to suck after a certain point anyway, so try and find the peak point of a given night, and then make your move.

5Learn to live with other people

College is the time to do this, and then maybe a couple of years after when you’re figuring out what to do with your life.

You’ll make horrible choices regarding roommates (if you even get to choose) and in the inevitable crises (rising damp, friends not paying rent) that follow, you’ll be sure to learn a lot about yourself.

On that note…

6Ditch bad friends

I had a friend who used to literally scream at me when I told him I was trying to quit smoking, because he needed someone to validate his own choices.

This man was not a good man. Luckily, bad friends tend to weed themselves out. You might end up with no one beside you at times, but that’s okay, it happen to all of us.

In that case…

7Learn to live with yourself

When you were younger, you probably had serious FOMO. If you don’t know what that means, you’re too old to worry about it. But getting older means not having to be where the party is, at least not all the time.

Get to know yourself or you’ll be running around chasing other people forever.

8Put Yourself Out There And Attempt To Fall in love

It could be a five year relationship, it could be a wistful look with a colleague at work. Hopefully it takes more than a look.

Falling in love with someone is so wonderful and horrible, so nerve-wracking and yet so becalming that you’ll hate yourself for having done it sometimes. But it’s the best thing in the world for reminding yourself you are still human.

9Get your heart broken

Same sort of thing, really.

Could be big (a broken engagement), could be small (the girl whose name you don’t know turns up at the bus stop with a man by her side), and while it may sting like crazy at first, you’ll be grateful for the trouble in the long run.

10Give good/bad advice

I once volunteered to teach DIY at a charity, and school children would ask me, a 23 year old, for advice.

Did I give good advice? Hell no, I was a mess. But it felt nice to be asked, to impart whatever existential crisis I was having at the time, and how best someone can avoid it.

11Be a Role Model To Someone Younger Than You

You may be a younger member of a family, and therefore your siblings, or your cousins may started having kids of their own.

The best kind of kids, you’ll find, are the ones that aren’t yours. You get to be the cool and fun uncle who everyone loves, but as soon as they poop themselves or start crying, you can hand them off back to their mom/dad like you’re the star quarterback.

12Find your passion

It could be anything. Love playing sports? Love talking about sports? Love inventing new sports?

Go ahead, do these things. And do them as best as you can. You literally can’t be wrong. It doesn’t have to lead anywhere, it can just be for you, an ocean of calm in the sea of madness that is life.

13Make/Buy/Own something that is Yours

It could be a nice suit, or a house, or a set of pristine fire pokers from the 1800s.

It could even be a song you’ve written. It can just be yours, to be passed down, or shared with future generations.

14Have your own place to call home

Nothing will bring you back down to Earth quicker than talking a big game to your friends, and then coming back to a nice cooked meal from your mum before you sleep in your childhood bed (shaped like a racecar).

Get out of there, soldier. Your parents may not be too happy about the empty nest, but in the long run they’ll thank you (from some booze-cruise in the Bahamas).

15Volunteer

As much as we’ve talked about accumulating things and experiences, giving things back every once in awhile is incredibly rewarding too. Do you have any skills, or are you just good with people? If you have the time, do this.

16Help someone move

In life, only three things are certain: death, taxes, and being asked to help someone move.

This goes double, if not triple, if you own a van. Get ready for it, because it will happen. However, it’s a great thing to do for someone, and you’ll need someone’s help in the future too. Pay it forward.

17Begin to enjoy the finer things

Those 5 cent packets of ramen noodles got you through a lot of late nights at college, I’m sure, but as you reach the big 3-0, you would do well to try a little harder at life.

18Learn to cook one meal that is impressive

It doesn’t have to be a signature dish of your own concoction, but if you can make a decent meal and present it nicely you’ll always be welcome at a grown-up house party.

19Live in another country

Bonus points here if you manage to do it without yelling about how “cultural/spiritual/political” it is.

Knuckle down, get some friends who aren’t like you, and integrate for a bit. Learn the language. Other countries have a lot to offer beyond “not being America”.

20Appreciate art

Like you perhaps, I once did not “get” art. I once walked around a modern art museum with a friend complaining loudly like I was the coolest, most original person on earth.

Along with your newfound appreciation for being a modern, mature gentleman, it’s important to learn that a lot of art is designed to spark a conversation, so what parts of it don’t you like? What issues do you have with it? Besides, there are so many amazing pieces out there, can you really ‘not like’ all art?

21Go through a crisis

“Why do we fall, Master Bruce?”

In these moments, you will find out who your truly are, and you don’t need a sad, cockney butler to help you do it. When life is good, it’s very hard to make adjustments for your own issues. Only when you’re on the floor, getting kicked when you’re down, can you find the strength within yourself.

22Learn basic DIY

You don’t need to have a toolbelt or an extendable ladder, you don’t even need to strip the walls of every house you move into or grunt approvingly when you see a hardware commercial on TV. Just be able to put a shelf up straight.

23Learn basic car maintenance

On a very similar note, the time to get over your fear of looking under the hood of a car is definitely before 30. Don’t tear the wheels off or adjust your power steering, but definitely check the oil and maybe learn a little bit about using jumper cables.

24Learn how to use the washer and dryer

You can’t keep making your laundry someone else’s problem, or – ugh, never doing it at all.

Figure out your clothes, make some time every week or two, and just get it done. If you don’t like separating our colours and whites, just put it all in at 40 degrees and let God sort it out. If it doesn’t survive, it wasn’t meant to be.

25Stop worrying about your purpose

I don’t think anybody really knows what their purpose is.

We spend so much time worrying about it, when these things tend to come to us when we least expect it. Do things you love and you’ll eventually realise you found it a long time ago.

26Break the bad habits

Want to stop smoking? Want to get a little time off the internet? Eating nothing but junk food? Make a concerted effort to stop before you turn 30 (as in several years before this, not when you are 29 and 364 days) or you may find some things too hard to kick.

27Start exercising

While kicking bad habits, it’s also a good idea to develop brand new good ones. Exercise will keep your aging body (sorry) fit, release all kinds of good chemicals, and give you a brand new thing to go on and on about.

Don’t like running? Download Pokemon Go and do some walking or something.

28Open up your worldview

Typically, people tend to get more conservative as they get older, and thus we find ourselves in a position where a cranky, scared older generation is running the world and ruining it for the rest of us.

Break the trend: read widely, be skeptical of news outlets, be compassionate to your fellow man.

29Try anything you like

You’re still young enough to pretty much give anything a go and not be too worried if you’re terrible at it.

The sky is still very much the limit, and before you’re 30 you’ll find you have much more time to do it.

Do your best, but laugh it off if it doesn’t work.

30Realise that you can’t do everything

I read a cushion cover the other day that said, “Only children think they can do everything,” and it stopped me in my tracks.

Mostly because it seemed like an incredibly depressing message for a decorative item, but also because I realised I agreed, I just didn’t know it until then. It’s fun to try things, but eventually, you must settle down, focus, and excel at your best qualities.

There you have it, guys. I hope at the very least this has added an idea or two to your bucket list.

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el-and-hop · 7 years

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Some random study advice for English literature majors

Being an English literature major can be one of the most challenging and rewarding majors in college. It can be even more difficult if you have a learning disability like me. Here are some completely obscure tips and tricks that I’ve learned over the past 4 years as an English major

1. If you’re the type of person who can’t seem to get work done and always put it off, go somewhere other than your normal study spot to do your work. I find that if I go to the library with the intent of doing work, I get work done, even though I normally do work in my room. Putting in the effort to go somewhere, even if it is just a coffee shop, the library, or a different building on campus, can make you more productive

2. Ask your professor if you can record the audio from class. I’ve had multiple professors who have let me use an audio recorder since I’m not the fastest typer.

3. Always plan at least 3 weeks in advance. This may sound a bit much, but knowing when a paper is due or a book should be read ahead of time lets you keep track of what you need done now and what you can put off for a bit.

4. Getting all of your research done for a literary criticism is the hardest part of writing a paper. It is also the most time consuming. If you get your research done early, you have more time to fully grasp your ideas and comprehend what you need done.

5. Try every type of note taking style until you find what’s right for you. Some people type all of their notes, while others can only comprehend their thoughts by handwriting. If the process you’re using now doesn’t seem to be working, try something different.

6. Figure out what your professors requirements are before starting a paper. Some will take points off a perfect paper for the margins being 2 inches rather than 1.5. Other professors might say they want MLA, but they want the 7th edition rather than the 8th. Always check. Even things as mundane as an Oxford comma can throw off your grade.

7. If you’re unsure about MLA, APA, or Chicago, Purdue OWL is one of the best resources for citations, style guides, and general writing tips.

8. Learn to love the library. It is one of the greatest places for an english major, yet it is notoriously under utilized. The library staff will often help you with research if you just ask. Roaming the stacks and pulling random books on your topic can help stir up some thoughts. It helped me when I was writing on Melville.

9. ALWAYS PROOF READ. Print out a copy and go at it. Sometimes you miss things when you’re looking at the computer screen. Read it aloud and you’ll notice odd word phrasing and errors in grammar.

10. Visit your professors outside of class hours. Humanities professors are some of the most welcoming on a college campus, and they have office hours for a reason. They won’t do your research for you, and not all will proofread a paper, but you’d be surprised how much feedback they give you if you just ask them if your going in the right direction. My Capstone professor read my entire final paper and helped me by doing some digging on his own.

11. Participation in an English class is often not just suggested but required as part of the grade. You don’t have to be the one who always has an opinion, but sometimes just reiterating a point made by someone else and agreeing with it can be enough to get a good participation grade. Think improv: “Yes, and…”

12. If you have a disability and you require accommodations, always speak to the disability support staff on campus. They will become your guide and are always there to help. Since I have a documented learning disability, I get extra time on exams, a quiet place to take them, and the opportunity to type written exams. Your disability might allow for different accommodations, but you have to get them first.

13. Go to the free books section of the library because 1. they’re free books and 2. they often have notes written in them by professors

14. Listening to orchestral music to drown out talking or just for background noise can greatly improve your concentration. My fav is John Williams, fyi

15. Don’t take shit from other majors because they think English majors just read. You put in an equal if not more amount of time and effort into your work.

16. Theory books like Critical Theory Today, argumentative writing books like They Say, I Say, and glossaries like The Bedford Glossary of Critical and Literary Terms will be your favorite things to keep with you when you write. Trust me

17. Turn on auto-save. Auto-save saves lives.

18. If you have to upload your paper to an online homework site, make sure that you use .docx, and that the format transfers from google docs, pages, or any other service. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve uploaded a file that I thought was double spaced but it came out screwed up.

19. When you’re typing a paper, always keep a pen or pencil and some paper close so that if you get an idea or you have an aha moment you can put it down without having to worry about messing up your doc. I’ve lost my best ideas at 4am because I didn't have paper.

20. Even though the library may be 24hr, that does not mean it is empty. Nor does it mean that you should stay up all night in the library. The best thing you can learn as and English major is time management.

21. If a paper is 8-10 pages, aim for 9, that way when you come up short you are still in the required page length. Professors do not look for length but quality. A good 8 pages will do better than an ok 12.

22. Never compare your writing to your classmates. If you know that your writing may not be the most verbose or poetic, that does not mean that it is not good writing. More often than not consistent and concise are the best way to go.

23. Despite what others may say, sometimes there isn’t room for improvement on a paper. Sometimes you need to say “I’ve done all I can, and anything else would be unnecessary.”

24. You won’t finish all of the books you have to read. It is unescapable. Sometimes you have to fake your way through class discussions, papers, and reports. If you can skim, skim. But if you don’t have the time for that, do some research on the book, through cliff notes, spark notes, or even academic journals. Learn the characters, the basic outline of the plot, and maybe a scene or two. It will go a long way in a class discussion.

25. If you can get reading done before the semester starts, get it done. It will save you hours of work and will prevent stress in the future.

26. Play to your strengths. If you like historical research, opt for a new historical theoretical approach. If you’re better at close reading, use new criticism or deconstruction. There’s a theoretical approach for everyone.

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sighkths · 7 years

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taehyung as your best friend ♡

hello! ☀️ i love platonic love, so here’s a little something! if people like it, i’ll make a mini-series with the rest of them members. enjoy!~

🌱

• you guys would meet at an art museum when taehyung tripped over air and almost broke a sculpture in the process

• you were the only witness in the exhibit

• “hey you! you didn’t see shit”

• “my lips are sealed”

• after that you guys just clicked and you’ve been best friends ever since

• “hey remember i’m only your friend because you can get me arrested”

• this boy is OBSESSED with skinship, people mistake you for a couple because of it

• he loves platonic cuddles, esp when you’re the big spoon bc he says you’re warm

• when you guys sit next to each other one of you guys has your leg draped over the other’s leg

• taehyung’s a big fan of really warm and tight hugs, especially when you’re sad

• when he’s tired he either gets super sleepy and cuddly or weird and drunk-like

• one time, after a flight, taehyung walked all the way back to the car with his head on your shoulder

• tae was pretty much sleepwalking at that point

• another time, taehyung was working on something when all the sudden he just scribbles all over the paper and groans

• and after that each time you’d ask him a question he’d give you the dumbest answer and say “woo!” really sleepily

• he’s super close with your family! he knows how much he loves his family so he loves yours too

• your parents love him so much

• they treat taehyung like he’s part of the family

• they want him in the family so badly they’re obsessed with the idea of you two dating

• “hey sweetie, are you and taehyung dating yet?”

• and you both get so annoyed because you guys are strictly platonic

• you and taehyung don’t live together but you’re basically roommates at this point

• sometimes he’d call you telling you he’s outside your door at 4am

• “i’m bored and twice just had a comeback, let’s learn the choreography”

• he’s actually SO good at dancing and you’re just sitting there and watching him dance to knock knock and you’re like ??? how

• “how many rts for you to wear a lord farquaad costume and dance to TT and upload it?”

• taehyung hosts dramatic readings of crude musically star fanfics

• “someone just posted a jacob s x matty b fanfic, let’s read it”

• you guys would talk about cute people all the time

• “OH MY GOD Y/N”

• “what’s up taehyung??”

• “i saw THE cutest person at a cafe today like get in my pants pls!!! thanks!!!”

• “YOU LITTLE SHIT I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO YOU”

• will actually go O F F when someone fucks with you

• “BITCH DRAG THEIR ASS ILL RECORD IT LETS GO VIRAL”

• loyal loyal loyal loyal

• you guys have that Look when a person you both hate walks into the room

• you both list reasons why you don’t like them from afar

• “welcome to your tape bitchy!”

• y'all are lowkey assholes to everyone but each other

• everyone’s best friend goals

• you guys rep this title so fuckin hard

• he loves playing with your hair

• randomly walks up behind you to smell your hair

• “damn what shampoo did you use your hair smells like the heavens just threw a bunch of their holy shit on it”

• you and taehyung would use memes of each other

• “hey y/n i need a reaction pic of u when u see bullshit on ur timeline”

• “lol i got u”

• you guys do the weirdest shit but everyone just knows that’s just how you guys are

• you guys are rant buddies

• taehyung would always be there to listen to whatever was giving you a hard time

• taehyung would give you some advice and some dog vids and misheard lyric videos to cheer you up

• he really hates seeing you sad

• so when u were sad, taehyung ran to your house with all the seasons of spongebob and five packs of popcorn to cheer you up

• he’s actually the biggest dork ever

• all in all, taehyung would be your ride or die best friend. he can be happy bubbly and funny and he can be serious and caring. he’s so anything to make sure his best friend smiles! taehyung would be the type of loyal best friend that would make sure you always feel loved and appreciated! ♡

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clevernewdimension · 7 years

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Inhumans Part Eight

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine,

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 4.2K

The next few weeks went by smoothly. The book was now in our possession, telling all the secrets of most of the labs in all of Korea. Passcodes, copies of key cards, maps and even coordinance of every lab that was listed. Everything they needed to help Inhumans like us. For the first time, they were even able to free every single Inhuman in one of the biggest labs. From elderly to babies, they were all sent to China, a place that welcomes Inhumans freely. Apparently, the rest of the world does as well. Korea is one of the very few places that doesn’t.

Research stolen and then completely wiped out at the labs they visit now, giving all those who test on us a major problem. They would either have to give up or start from scratch, but as more Inhumans are being freed by EXO and others like them, the rate of Inhumans being born here is down in the single digit percentages.

I make a disgusted face, glaring at the file I was reading. Baekhyun had so much research on his hands he needed help going through it all. The entire table covered in stacks of folders, some dangerously high that they may fall over. “Apparently birthrates of Inhumans are so low, they’re either buying them illegally from other countries, or they’re paying people here to have them and sell them.” I glare at the paper, feeling the burn of bile at the back of my throat. I keep it down, trying to avoid looking at pictures. “Fucking awful.”

“Many labs have also made the decisions to start ‘breeding the subjects forcibly’,” Kyungsoo says, glaring at the paper in disgust.

“Fucking hell,” I say, looking down at the paper he just dropped onto the table.

“They can do that,” Jongdae asks, looking grossed out as well. His body was sense as he sat at a chair at the table, pushing the file he was reading away.

“They can do anything with that serum that temporarily renders Inhuman powers useless,” I mutter, dropping the file I held. “All you have to do is have someone who isn’t Inhuman who has the gene… or well...”

“Stop. If you guys keep talking about it I may vomit,” Baekhyun says from his spot on the table.

The room we’re in, the walls are covered in papers. Faces, names, news articles covered the walls. Pages with useful information also being added to the walls. It was bright, all the lights in here working along with a few orbs of pure sunlight. The table in the middle had a laptop where Baekhyun was currently working, typing away while attempting to break in. The rest of us all stood around the table, reading files and adding it to specific spots on the walls. Sections of the walls for each lab and a couple for some specific people. Recently, Junsoo’s information has been all taken down from the wall and replaced with yet another lab.

“Ah,” I say, triumphantly shaking a paper in my hand, “Complete details to the security network of InJin Labs!”

“That’s great,” Kyungsoo replys with a small smile, “Now we just have to find Kiyoung corporation’s new hideout.” He leaned against the table, eyes scanning the names on the folders.

“New,” I ask, adding the new paper to the wall under InJin Labs. It was almost completely filled up. Seeing how much we had on them, it’ll probably be time to pay them a visit.

“They moved,” Junmyeon says, looking through papers, “After all, when twelve Inhumans hellbent on revenge break out of your lab that is so secret not even the government knows about it, people deem it best to move locations after that.”

I frown, walking to the table, “Isn’t Kiyoung the worst one?”

I’m met with silence. Somehow, I gather the statement is true. I decide to change the topic, “So, why don’t you find footage of what these labs are doing and sent it to every free nation’s news outlets? Surely there are laws against treating living people like this?”

“Harder to hack out of a secure country than in one,” Baekhyun says, smiling. “However, this laptop was a piece of cake!”

“Why don’t you just hack into networks that are allowed to show things to other countries already,” I ask while absent mindedly looking through papers. “They’re showing propaganda, but if you can get into a place that already has access to the rest of the world’s internet, then you could upload what you want instead of their lies.”

“I’ve never tried that,” Baekhyun mutters, nodding, “That… that could potentially work. If I can gain access, then I’ll just upload footage they have of what they do to Inhumans, and their files and research and put it on the internet that isn’t locked down.”

“Why didn’t we convince Nayeon to add her to the team earlier,” Jongdae asks, running over to me and hugging me tightly.

“Nayeon would have killed us,” Kyungsoo retorts, smiling as well. “I hope it works. We could use some luck, and if it does, people all over the world would be outraged and perhaps something will happen here.”

“It’s violating many laws,” Junmyeon says, pointing at the many of disgusting files. He was tense, and lately it seems as if he’s always tense. He nods, “The Geneva Conventions were made to stop people being treated like this. All out war against the government could ensue if we manage this.”

“Miracle worker Baekhyunnie is on the case,” Baekhyun says, giving us a thumbs up. “I’ll start tomorrow, since it will probably take a whole day to get into such a secure network. Let me look through this first, and start to prepare for what I’m going to let out into the wild.” He glances up at us, “I’ll probably have to do it somewhere other than here, because they could find me since I’d be going after people with a lot of power and unlimited resources.”

I nod, “I think I’m going to nap.” I throw the papers I was looking threw down after hugging Jongdae back. “I’ve read a bit too much of this awful shit for today.”

I walk to the exit, waving at them. I hear Baekhyun say in a singing voice, “Give Yixing a kiss for me!”

“If you want a kiss get one for yourself,” I yell over my shoulder, prompting many laughs.

“Y/N, I didn’t know you were into sharing! So kinky,” Baekhyun fires back, making me blush as I continue down the hallway.

“Why do I put up with that sassy little shit,” I mutter with a smile, stretching. I was very thankful to have people like Baekhyun and Sehun in my life, even if they tease me like that. They treat me like a sister, which is a new feeling for me since I have no siblings. Everyone else teases me as well, though just not as bad or as often as those two. Minseok is different, though. He teases me one in a while, making it very subtle so many of the others don’t even notice. He was definitely like the older brother one would go to for advice. These past two or so months, besides being in the most danger I’ve ever been in, I’ve never been happier. This family I’ve found in them is amazing and I absolutely wouldn’t trade it for the world.

The halls were empty and cold as winter was completely here, the land outside completely covered in snow. The school was pretty cold in the hallways, since one of the heaters is busted. The rooms were mostly fine, mine colder than normal. Somehow air was escaping my room, making it extremely cold, but I was too stubborn to go sleep anywhere else. I was walking past the entrance towards my room, hearing the front door open, seeing two people come inside.

“So cold,” A voice says, shaking snow off of them. I smile, hearing them mutter curses. The one who spoke was almost completely covered from head to toe. A thick parka over him and dark wash blue jeans were all I could see except for his eyes. “It’s below freezing, why did it have to storm today?” Yixing took off the hat he was wearing, his hair in complete disarray. He shivers, trying to get the snow completely off of him.

“Listen,” Minseok says, standing there in jeans and a normal short sleeve tee, completely unfazed by the cold. “It’s not that cold.” He smirks, “I mean, if it’s not cold to me it can’t be cold to anyone else! Besides, the roof had to be fixed! You’re the one who insisted!” The older man shrugs, wiping the snow out of his now recently dyed silver hair. He looks forward, smiling, “Oh, hi, Y/N! What are you doing?”

Yixing looks forward as he takes off his scarf. He smiles, biting his lip. I smile, feeling happy and like there were butterflies in my stomach, which is how I feel anytime I see him anymore.

“I was just going to take a nap,” I explain, “Spent way too long looking through files and, since I woke up at 4AM, I think I deserve one.”

They walk closer to me, Yixing taking off more and more. I take the hat and scarf from him, freeing his hands to hold more. “Thank you,” He says, with a soft voice. “Did you find anything,” He asks, trying to keep the chill from affecting his voice. The tip of his nose was red from the cold and I couldn’t help but find it cute.

“A lot of security things for a lot of labs, the ability to access their files. A lot of it is awful to read.” I frown, looking from one of them to the other. “I just… I can’t stop thinking that’s what you all went through and it just makes me sad and angry. I just need a break from it all for a bit.”

Minseok frowns, “Y/N, don’t think about that. Think about all the people we’re helping.” He smiles at me as Yixing’s coat lands on his head. He gives the younger man a playful glare, but still hold it for him anyways.

“We’re helping so many people, more than ever,” Yixing says, removing his gloves, “Bad things happen all the time. What matters is that we are actively fighting against it.”

I nod, “You’re right. So what were you both doing outside in the middle of a snow storm?”

“Fixing a part of someone’s roof,” Minseok answers as he takes Yixing’s gloves from him. “It’s been noticed that someone’s room is colder than the others because there was a bit of a hole in it. Nothing was getting in, but the warm air was leaving.”

“That’s great that you fixed it,” I reply with a smile, laughing as Yixing struggles to remove his sweater. He had it over his head, his arms still in the sleeves as his t shirt was riding up from it. “Lean down,” I say in an attempt to not just stand there and stare at him. A small laugh leaves me once again before grabbing at the sweater and getting it off him, making him stumble a bit, his hair now worse than before. I was very thankful that most of the others weren’t here to add a witty quip about that.

“Thank you,” He says, taking my face in his hands and kissing my forehead.

I yelp, pulling away, “Your hands are cold!”

He smiles, “Probably from all the wind. And the ice. And the snow.”

“You both were on the roof while it was windy,” I ask, frowning slightly. I cross my arms, looking at them. “You both could have gotten hurt. I’m sure whoever it is would have no problem bunking with someone else until the weather settled down a bit so it wasn’t as dangerous to fix.”

Minseok smiles, handing the clothes back to Yixing. “Yixing was there if I would have gotten hurt, and you’re here if he does.” He shrugs, turning on his heel as he walks to the room I just left. “Besides,” He says, peering over his shoulder at us, “We fixed HER roof so she wouldn’t be woken up at 4AM from being so cold. We could have done it sooner if she would have told us there was a problem, but like many of us, she’s extremely stubborn!”

“You both fixed my roof,” I ask, turning to Yixing who was taking back the things I held in my hands.

His faces was red, though this time not from the cold. He looked to the floor bashfully, clearing his voice, “You could have told us, Y/N. We’re never too busy to help you, especially me.” He shuffles so all of this things were under one arm, taking my hand in his free one. It was still cold, so I lace my fingers with his, trying to warm them up.

“You all have been so busy that I was just going to wait until you all had a moment,” I explain as we walk to my room once more.

“Well, next time tell us, because not only do I care and not want you getting sick, I got a very rude awakening from the person who noticed it,” He explains, looking a tad sad. “You can tell me anything.”

“Who told you,” I question, as we stop at my room. Opening the door, walking in and holding it open for him. He follows me, setting all this winter clothes on an empty spot on the desk.

“Well,” He says, turning back to me before reaching over and turning on my space heater. “Imagine being so tired that you fall asleep in the little day bed in your room, only to be woken up with a bucket of ice water poured on you.” He leans back against the desk as I take off my shoes. “So I stand up quickly, shivering from freezing water that, honestly, was more ice than water, only to see a very upset Sehun looking at me.”

“Sehun, Really? Wow.” I let my hair down, yawning as I feel exhaustion creep into my bones. I was more tired than I originally thought. “I mean he came to get me earlier before he left yesterday, so I guess that’s when he noticed.”

Yixing laughed, “Oh, he noticed. He glared at me, crossing his arms. He was upset. He told me things like ‘Your girlfriend is freezing her ass off all night long! Why are you not there? Or fixing it?’” Yixing smiles as he looks down at his feet before letting his eyes meet mine. “I felt awful that I never knew. Sehun told me how ‘Y/N is amazing’ and how he cares a lot about you and that if he cared that much he can’t imagine how I feel. He glared at me, telling me to fix it somehow because ‘noona shouldn’t have to suffer’.”

I smile, “That man is a huge brat, but he has a huge heart too.”

“People often mistake his sarcasm and sass for indifference, but he cares so much,” Yixing replies, nodding. “He saw Minseok and I fixing it when he came back and proceeded to throw snowballs at me.”

“Not at Minseok too?”

“He knows better than that,” He laughs, “Hyung would snap him in half like a twig!”

I walk forward, wrapping my arms around his waist, hugging him. “Thank you. I’ll tell you next time something like this happens, though I have to admit, the thought of Sehun doing something like that is very tempting!”

His arms wrap themselves around my shoulders, holding me tightly. “It’s not exactly the best way to wake up. Apparently, Minseok had a hand in making all the ice for him, so that’s why he helped me.”

We stay like that a few moments. He was still rather cold, his hands especially. It was nice, having someone to hold you and care for you. I understand why people talked about how great it was to be with someone you cared about. I use to roll my eyes and not understand. I thought people were just blowing it out of proportion. But it’s not true. His heartbeat is soothing as I feel myself yamn against his chest. His laugh rumbles, making me look up at him.

“Get some rest,” He mutters, looking down at me.

I smile, looking away, “Would you stay, for a bit? Not for… I just… It’s still cold and I just feel so relaxed with you and…” I pause for a minute, giving him time to think. I could feel my face become flushed as he doesn’t say anything for a few minutes. The embarrassment I feel makes me shift as I try not to look at his face. I pull away, “I’m sorry, I’ll jus-”

I feel someone tilt my head up so that my eyes are locked with his. He smiles that beautiful dimpled smile, his hair still in a complete mess. Yixing leans down,giving me a chaste kiss on the lips. “I could use a nap too.” He nods, “Especially since Sehun apparently set an alarm just to do that to wake me at 4 in the morning.”

I laugh, “Well, I’ll have to remember to thank Sehun, then.”

“Don’t please it will just encourage him,” Yixing says, untying the laces of his boots, taking them off quickly.

“I doubt he’d need encouragement from me to keep doing things like that,” I say, walking over to the bed. I get in and scoot over a bit, leaving him some room.

“That’s true.” Yixing gives me a smile again before flicking off the light switch. He see him walk over, “But telling him that will definitely make him do it more!” He quickly lays down, pulling the blanket up over us.

I snuggle into the pillow, smiling as I see him yawn as well. He’s sitting up on one elbow, looking down at me. His smile was making me melt inside. I couldn’t help but notice his face flushing red as he looks away.

“Um… Y/N,” He says. I look up at him, smiling. He leans down, kissing me softly again.

The next thing I know, I was being pulled so that my head was resting on his chest. “If you wanted me to cuddle you, you just have to ask,” I mutter, resting one hand on his chest.

“Well,” He says, “I just… anytime you rest your head against me, you always seem more relaxed and less tense. I wondered why, then I just assume it’s because you like listening to my heart.” He puts a hand over the one that’s on his chest, as I hear his heartbeat pick up. “I could be wrong, but…”

“You’re not,” I explain quietly, trying to hide all of my blushing face from him.

The silence that followed was peaceful, but lasted only for a few moments. His hand that rest on my back rubbing soothing circles, his voice softly singing. I couldn’t understand the words, but his voice was beautiful. The steady sound of his heart along with his singing lulling me into sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I was met back with the sight of Yixing’s grey shirt. I could feel him breathing slowly, fingers running through my hair. I smile, closing my eyes and cuddling closer. His hand pauses for a bit, before continuing. I close my eyes once again, sighing.

“I know you woke up,” He said, his voice a bit rougher with sleep.

I smile to myself, “You don’t know that, shhh.”

He chuckles, making me move because his chest was moving He pulls me closer, leaning down and kissing my head. “You’re right, you’re still asleep. However, if somehow you can hear this, I’m just warning you that I will have to wake you soon so we can have dinner.” I could hear the grin on my face, “Oh, and Y/N?”

“Yes,” I say, shifting so I could look at him.

He grins, but not in the usual sweet kind of way. It had a very cocky air to it. “If you wanted my shirt off you could have just asked.” He points down, making me look.

My cheeks go red as I see that, while sleeping, my hand slipped under his shirt. “Well,” I say, looking back at him, “To be fair, your skin is very soft and smooth. Who wouldn’t want to touch it?”

He laughs, throwing his head back, I smile at him, trying to keep the sound in my head forever. “You know, I didn’t expect you to react like that. I thought you would have blushed like mad, jumped away and been embarrassed.”

I grin, “Well, I am blushing and I am a tad embarrassed, but my hand is already there so why not just admit it and enjoy?” I run my fingers to his side, wiggling them, making him laugh and sit up, his head almost colliding with mine.

“Stop,” He begs, laughing, his hand catching mine and pulling it away. He looks back at me, grinning. “I can’t believe you’d tickle me.”

“Can you really not believe it,” I ask, trying to fight against his strength and tickle him some more.

“Two can play at that game,” He says with a grin, pulling me so my back was on the bed, his free hand running along my sides. My laughter explodes from me, the air filling with my giggles.

“No! Stop,” I say between laughs, thrashing my body trying to escape his fingers. I use my free hand to try to pull it away like he did, but I’m noticeably weaker than he is.

“Then tell me why you tickled me,” He says, grinning down, laughing a bit at me as I try to escape him.

“Because I like hearing you laugh! Now please have mercy,” I admit, finally getting his hand away from me. Though, I’m sure he let me pull his hand away.

“I like hearing you laugh, too,” He says, smiling. He was leaning over me, the fading sunlight being the only light in the room. His hair was still a complete mess, sticking up all over, making him look even better somehow. He leans down, his eyes moving from mine to my lips, before looking back up. I lean up the rest of the way, kissing him softly.

He leans me back down, so I was completely against the bed. His hands were both in mine, fingers lacing as he holds them a bit over my head. It wasn’t as awkward as the first kiss, it was still slow but sensual. Yixing’s lips left mine, moving to kiss my jaw, going down my neck. My heart was racing, his lips were soft against my skin. I could feel him smirk, then that feeling is replaces with his teeth lightly nipping at me. I let out a soft moan before I could stop myself, feeling my face become red.

He moved to look me in the eyes, a smile. “That was cute,” He mutters, “Why so embarrassed?”

“Shhh,” my voice was soft as I spoke, trying to distract from my embarrassment. “Just kiss me.” I lean up, kissing him again. I could stay here all night, kissing him.

This time, his kisses were faster and deeper. He lets go of one of my hands, moving it so it rested on my side, under my shirt. I shivered at the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles on my hip. With my hand now free, I tangle it into his soft hair. He bites my lower lip, pulling it softly as I groan. His teasing just too much.

Suddenly, I hear commotion from the right. The door flings open and I see Minseok standing there, a look of panic on his face. “Yixing,” He says, his voice serious as he doesn’t even take time to laugh or teases us. “Neon’s base of operations, police are about 10 minutes away from busting in the place! We have to go and help!”

Yixing jumps up, looking at the older man. His face now completely serious, no hint of a smile on it. “What is the plan?”

“Jongin is going to take us there,” Minseok says, “We help destroy the information she has, fry their computers. We can’t let other sites like hers be known and she has a lot of things with places like that in them!”

I stand, looking at them both, my heart now racing in fear. “What about the people there?!”

Minseok looks at me, “Thankfully there is only seven besides Neon and her little sister. Jongin says he can handle bringing us all here but we have to go!”

Yixing looks at me, taking a moment to take my face in his hands, pressing his lips to mine. It was quick, but I could feel him trying to convey so much of his thoughts and feelings with it. “I’ll be back, okay?”

I nod, “I’ll go get rooms prepared for them or something. Go! Be safe!”

He nods, and in the blink of an eye, him and Minseok are out of my door. I glance down the hall, seeing Baekhyun speaking to the other men.

“I’ve hacked into her computers and got all the information from them we need, but just to be sure, destroy them,” He instructs, looking down the hall seeing Yixing and Minseok running to them. Kyungsoo hands them their masks. The second they had them on, Minseok grabbed onto Yixing and Jongdae and they vanished.

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Responses to Part 13 I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^

ALSO I have included asks I received to do with IWSY in the hours leading up to before I posted it because there was quite a few! So if you sent in an ask to do with IWSY and I didn’t post it - it will be in this post!

Anonymous said: When ''i wont stop you '' come out i really am inpatient?XD P.S i love you! YOU ARE THE BEST I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU i love you (now i told every thing whats on my mind!)(sorry my BAD English:(T.T )

Awww I love you too babe! I’m so happy that you get really excited :3 I really hope you enjoyed the chapter :D And your English is great! Don’t apologise ><

Anonymous said: i've had an awful day today but i know you are going to cheer me up today!!! especially with where the last chapter ended ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I’m sorry to hear you had an awful day :( But I really hope the chapter cheered you up! Thank you so much for reading :3

Anonymous said: TUESDAY IS THE ONLY DAY I LOOK FORWARD TO BUT TODAY WE HAVE A SNOW DAY AND I CAN READ YOUR NEW CHAPTER IN PEACE !!! LOVE YOUR WORK :)))) HAVE A GOOD DAY 💕

OMG YAY A SNOW DAY! I love playing in the snow c: I hope you’ll build lot’s of snowmen! I really hope you enjoyed the chapter love ^^ I hope you have a good day too!!

Anonymous said: It's 6:05 PM, i'm on my period, the cramps are driving me crazy, but I'm so excited that i will stay awake for IWSY bc it's the only series i like so much that i will drop everything to read it 😂❤ __loves the new anon (not really new anymore)

Owwww no :c Periods suck so bad...I will probably be getting mine in a bit because my back is starting to hurt as it always does :( I really hope you enjoyed reading the chapter dear! I hope it can ease your cramping pain a little >< heh, thank you so much my love!

Anonymous said: I'M SO EXCITED FOR IWSY!!!!🎉

I hope you enjoyed it! Yay!!

Anonymous said: So I live in China at the moment and I actually set my alarm for 5:30am just to wake up to the new chapter! Literally the only thing I look forward too during the week!

Ahh that’s so awesome that you live in China! I really want to visit so many places in China U_U And oh my god...I FEEL BAD BECAUSE YOU ARE MISSING OUT ON PRECIOUS SLEEP D: But I’m glad that you look forward to it >< Thank you so much and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

@animeimmortal said I have an essay due tomorrow and i finished it early today just so i could wait for you to release the next part. i LovE THis FIc MoRE ThAn mY liFE P.S. my friend would like to know where did you get the idea for the fic from because the whole thing is bloody amazing

Oh my goodness haha well, I’m glad it was motivation for you to finish it early! You’ll do a good job on it ^^ Thank you so much and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! In regards to your friend’s question, I originally received as ask with a request for me to write Vampire smut. But, I had already been planning a Vampire series since the beginning of 2016. So I just added their request into my series to suit both things ^^

Anonymous said: ITS LIKE 1:30AM HERE AND I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW BUT I CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO UPLOAD IWSY JDJSNCND

OH MY GOD GO TO SLEEP I WILL FIGHT YOU ASDFGHJK BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER IF YOU MANAGED TO STAY AWAKE D: SERIOUSLY LOL GO TO SLEEP YOU CHEEKY LITTLE

Anonymous said: its time for jungkook to make me feely his willy, im ready -daisy

Daisy, you are KILLING me with this penis jokes. I can’t *dies laughing*

@cupofcammiemile said: I'm actually so hype for the next part of I Won't Stop You and I'm waiting for it as patiently as I possibly can but I'm like fidgeting and coworkers are actually asking me what's wrong 😂 I hope you have a good night!!❤

Ahhh your co-workers are concerned for your well-being! lol~ I hope you enjoyed last night’s chapter my dear ^^ Thank you so much for reading *hugs*

@wang-banana said: IM SO EXITED FOR THE NEXT PART OF I WONT STOP YOU IVE BEEN MAITING SO DILIGENTLY OMG 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

I know you meant ‘waiting so diligently’ but I literally SCREAMED AND CRIED BECAUSE I JUST HAD AN IMAGE OF JACKSON WITH A BANANA MATING VERY DILIGENTLY (BC OF YOUR USERNAME) AND I LITERALLY CAN’T BREATHE I’M A BAD PERSON OH MY GOD. Aside from that, I really hope you enjoyed the chapter babe c:

@mahirookumura said: I can literally hear a clock in my head 'cause I'm fcking EXCITED FOR IWSY!!!

I hope you enjoyed it my love c:

@coppertopging said: We're so close!!! My body is ready but i don't think my mind ever will be lol.

That just reminded me of ‘My mind’s telling no~ but my body’s tellin’ me yeeeees!” lol x) I hope you enjoyed the chapter sweetie ^^

Anonymous said: I'm trying to mentally prepare myself for what is to come in the next chapter of IWSY because I know that if I don't I will die of the feels

Ahhh I hope you enjoyed the chapter if you read it sweetie! I tried to make it as romantic and steamy as possible c:

Anonymous said: IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART OF IWSY HUYGTFR your smut is always amazing ive never been sO excited to sINN -Mishy

Hello Mishy! I really hope you enjoyed the smut in this chapter my love ^^ Thank you so much for loving my smut! haha c:

@voguekate said: Whaha i am refreshing it bc i waited for this with excitement for this day

I hope it lived up to your expectations lovely! ^.^ I’m so glad you were excited for it!

Anonymous said: Part 13 of I Won't Stop You was so perfect!!! I'm fangirling omg so hard lol. Thank you for writing this series!

Ahhh thank you so much >< I’m so glad you liked it and thought it was perfect! You’re welcome, and thank you for reading it!

@loverofotome said: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AMAZING! I LOVE YOU NEVER STOP BEING INCREDIBLE! 😘

asdfghj I’m so glad you liked it :) I love you too sweetie! Thank you so much for reading it :3

Anonymous said: Okay I just arrived home after a 9 hour flight and the first thing I did was read the new chapter of "I Won't Stop You" and THANK YOU I'M IN LOVE AND SERIOUSLY YOU MAKE EACH AND EVERYONE OF MY TUESDAYS! Yeah, I think that's all I just wanted to say that I loved it. Can't wait for the next one ❤️❤️

Wow a 9 hour flight, you must be exhausted my love! Thank you for reading it and enjoying it. It really means a lot to me! I hope you get some rest after your flight. I can’t wait to post the next one! c:

@voguekate said: Omfg IWSY istg, this was so good omfg.... idk what to say

Thank you so much my love! (btw, I answered your other ask too~ I hope you could find it within this post!

Anonymous said: Bruh.. BRuh.. BRUh.... BRUHHHH..... i loved the chapter!!!! And I did not expect them confessing

Yes! Jungkook just feels the emotion so intensely that he knows he loves her with all his soul. Conversely, the reader is just so besotted by him and the fact he is the first person for her to ‘give herself to’ (for want of better words) as well. Thank you for reading the chapter my love! ^^

@doubletroublesince1994 said: OH. MY. LORD. THIS WAS PERFECT AND EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINE MY FIRST TIME. YOU JUST PUT MY FANTASIES INTO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WORK OF ART. I LOVE YOU.

AHHH I’M SO GLAD I COULD DO THAT FOR YOU! To be honest, I really wish my first time could have been like this ahhh >< So I just write about how I wish it could have went! It’s pretty ideal, right? c: lol I love you more chick! I’m so happy that you liked it, and thank you so much for reading *hugs*

@animeimmortal said: First of all: I AM DEAD BRING ME BACK TO LIFE FOR THE NEXT PART second of all: I SAW THE TITLE BEING MENTIONED I SAW IT!!!! third of all: Beautiful ❤

*gets defibrillator* IT’S OKAY I GOT YOU. But...maybe next week...it will have the same effect? Possibly...hopefully...stronger? *winks* HEHE. AND YAY YOU PICKED UP ON THE TITLE THANK YOU :) lol thank you so much for reading my love (btw, I answered your other ask in this post too so I hope you didn’t have too much trouble finding it babe!)

@audreymv said: YES I LOVE THIS NEW CHAPTER SO MUCH. LIKE ME LEIKEY ALOT. You really are great at writing and let me tell you you did not disappoint. I love it so much

AHH THANK YOU SO MUCH! You are always filled with wonderful compliments for me and it makes me grin so much :) And! I hope you will like next weeks chapter, too ;) muhaha.

Anonymous said: OK I WAS SO PUMPED FOR THE VAMPIRE JUNGKOOK FIC AND THANK YOU SO MUCH IM LITERALLY DYING INSIDE 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕

I’m really happy you liked it my dear ^^ Thank you for reading it! :3

Anonymous said: Chapter 13 has got me GONE! I never read a fan fiction with such amazing vocabulary and grammar, I applaud you 👏💕

Ahhh sometimes there will be little grammar mistakes but I always try my best to proof-read everything! Just silly little, natural mistakes lol damn colloquialisms! Thank you so much for reading my love :)

@im-so-scared-aaaa said: Truthfully, I've never read something as beautifully writed as iwsy 🙉 I love you and your writing, keep going ! (Excuse my english, I'm french 🙊) Good night

Thank you so much my darling! Merci beaucoup mon chérie! (sorry for my French, I was never very good at it in school :c) hehe~ And your English is great so don’t worry at all! ^.^

@deangetoutofmyspleen said: SARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PART 13 IM DEAD AF WOWOWOWOWOWOW (side note, i read all twelve parts last week at like 4am so i've been WAITING FOR THIS) YOU NEVER CEASE TO AMAZE IM SCREECHING. MY FACE IS SO RED AND IM IN PUBLIC ASDFGJKGKGKTKGNGMHMMHKYK

YOU READ IT IN PUBLIC OH MY GOODNESS ASDFGHJK I’m so happy you enjoyed it c: And there’s more where that came from! :3 Thank you for reading it babe ^^ it means so much to me!

@mahirookumura said: THERE IT GOES ”I – I WON'T STOP YOU, PLEASE…”

Very cleverly spotted my love c:

Anonymous said: Ahh~ The new chapter of I Won't Stop You was just perfect... The wait was so worth it~ Gentle Jungkook was so sweet... Though I do hope the rough side comes out for a while hehehe. Anyways, the ending was really really cute and I'll happily await for the new chapter next Tuesday~ Can't wait to see the story's progress~ As always, stay healthy, don't stress and keep up the hard work!!

He was very gentle indeed! And don’t worry...perhaps, you will get to see his rough side next week? ;o Hmm?! ^^ Thank you so much for reading lovely. I will try to! I hope you have a brilliant week and do your best too! ^^

@cottonxiu said: Today I was learning for 7hours straight bcs I'm having an exam tomorrow and I'm pretty dead rn XD BUT I knew you were posting a new Ch. so when I read it.. It saved my day. Thanks ❤ And oh my lord a chapter full of his ringle dingle 😏 Bless you XD

Oh my god make sure to take a rest! 7 hours is a long time, I don’t want you getting sick or becoming over-tired! :( A chapter full of ringle dingle...I am dying at everyone’s penis jokes ya’ll are too much but it makes me laugh so much LORD lol Thank you so much for reading and I hope you will enjoy the next one too ^^

Anonymous said: NVH FHDUHDCN EANHV THEY SAID I LUV U NO OMG HOW COULD U DO THIS TO MY HEART CHAPTER THIRTEEN OF IWSY WAS SO 👌🏼 AND THE SMUT WAS LIKE DAMN (☝︎ ՞ਊ ՞)☝︎ ( ͡ ° ͜ ʖ ͡°)

Love is in the aiiiiirrrr~ heh~ Thank you so much for reading my love! I hope you will enjoy the next chapter too ;)

Anonymous said: OMG 'I won't stop you' just keeps getting better and better honestly I knew this was going to be good because I've read some of your other scenarios but Oh My Lord it's amazing, how many more chapters are you thinking of doing or is it just as many as it takes? ❤️

I’m so happy you think it keeps getting better and better c: I can’t wait for the plot to unfold more and see what you all think of it! Thank you so much babe :) And I’m honestly not sure how many chapters there will be, so I think - as you said, it will just be as many as it will take ^^ :D

Anonymous said: The day was shitty but we have DA SMUT. My day is still shitty, but bearable now thank you - wedding anon

I’m so sorry that you had a shitty day *hugs* you can always talk to me about it! What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t console my partner in their time of need? ^^ Heh~ Thank you for reading it babe ^^

Anonymous said: Why do I get the felling y/n is a vampire, or part vampire or something not human? 🤔 I kinda feel sorry for mugsy, the poor cat probably heard the whole ordeal go down in jungkook room! 😏😂anyhow, keep up the amazing work, Wednesday mornings are now my fav, waking up to a new update! - (new anon) 53669 💗

Ooooh you’ll just have to wait to find out! But I loved reading your analogy on it :3 It’s always so interesting for me to find out what people think is going to happen! And ikr...hopefully Mugsy was fast asleep and didn’t hear a thing...(lol). Thank you so much for reading new anon 53669! heh ^^

@from502to859 said: OH MY GOD, you really outdid yourself with the latest chapter of IWSY, it was absolutely worth the wait!!! That was... top-shelf smut!

Ahhh thank you so much my dear! Top-shelf smut wow ^^ That’s an achievement for me indeed hehe :) I hope you will think that next week’s is the same! ^^ Thank you for your wonderful compliment and for reading as well :3

Anonymous said: Okay so I usually don't read smut because I'm tryna stay innocent LOL but I really love your plot line and I skipped through most of this chapter bc yknow.. smut but I know it was well written of course BUT OMG HE SAID HE LOVES HER I'M CRYING

OOOOOH be careful! Because, in amongst that smut was some very important details about Vampire life~ You might feel a little lost or confused later on in the story if you missed those bits! But I’m glad you enjoyed it nonetheless despite not being a fan of smut ^^ Thank you my love!

Anonymous said: IT WAS SO GOOD FAM!! OH MY SWEEEEEET LORDIIIIIEEEE JEBUS!! IT WAS SO GOOD

Weeee thank you so much babe! I’m so happy you liked it c:

Anonymous said: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I feel so bias wrecked right now! I'm always and will be loyal to V but that new chapter was just a guilty pleasure for me......

Uh oh, don’t tell Taehyung! lol don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret :3 Thank you so much for reading my love!

Anonymous said: brb have to go to church after that smut *fans self* - panda anon

Listen, if I went to church I would burst into flames as soon as I set foot inside LOL. I hope you enjoyed it, panda anon! Thank you for reading :3

Anonymous said: daMN IWSY IS SO GOOOOOOD!!!!!! I just read it all in one sitting and I read really slowly so it took me all day oops. Ur an amazing writer though, like, this whole series has me squealing any time anything happens. I also don't read much so I'm impressed that I'm finally hooked on a fanfic! I'll probably be yelling and also in a coffin waiting to be lowered into my grave until next week so see you then oops

Oh my goodness you read it all in one sitting >< I’m so impressed by that! Thank you for taking the time to do that and then tell me! :) Please don’t go in a coffin >< I’d be very sad! heh thank you for reading my dear and I hope you look forward to the future chapters ^^

Anonymous said: I AM FUCKING DEAD. I AM FUCKING DECEASED. MY BODY IS ROTTING IN THE GROUND AND IM TYPING THIS FROM MY GRAVE AS WE SPEAK. I WONT STOP YOU IS MY FAV FANFIC AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING. I CANT FUCKING WAIT TIL NEXT WEEK OH GOD THAT WAS TOO GOOD. BLESS. FUCK I WANNA CRY CUZ IT WAS THAT GOOD.

WAIT - SO THERE IS LIFE AFTER DEATH? ALRIGHT, COOL, LIT, DYING DOESN’T SEEM SO BAD NOW lol~ Ahghbsdkgs thank you so much my little flower ^^ I’m so happy you enjoyed it! And..I think you might enjoy next week’s chapter too then :3 hehe~

@suga-buns said: IWSY is breaking me Omg. And that sex scene was super well written Omg props to you. Can't wait until next week's chapter!

Thank you so much babe! I’m so happy that you thought it was well written ^^ I hope you’ll enjoy next weeks chapter too c:

@coppertopging said: I was wrong... i wasn't ready for any of that. Damn...

YOU WASN’T READDYYYY (sorry, vine will have forever ruined my life with that sentence) lmao but I hope it was enjoyable nonetheless my dear! Thank you for reading it :D

Anonymous said: The new "I Won’t Stop You" chapter was amazing! Wow!! I thought you would skip writing their special night together in detail because that's how the preview sounded in chapter 12's ending, but I'm so glad there's a entire chapter dedicated to it! ♥♥♥

Oh my goodness no! I’m evil but I’m not THAT evil~ I wouldn’t do that to you guys hehe ^^ I wanted to dedicate this entire chapter to really prove how Y/N has affected Jungkook in such a way that he is able to be so loving, caring and tender with her; as he was never able to so such things before. Thank you so much for reading lovely! ^^

Anonymous said: Oh my FucKiNG gOD sarA. Tht was literally gold. Omg 4.5k of pure gold omg I loved it I am dying for more. Omg. Fuck. Oh MY gOd I am at a loss for words.

You’re dying for more? Maybe your wish will be granted next week - and a little more....rough too? c; heheh~ Thank you so much for reading this chapter babe! :D

Anonymous said: i love the fact that jungkook wants to be agressive and go all rough on her but hes so considerate knowing its her first time lmao the smut was so sweet and nice i think im... inlove

Yes! Thank you for picking up on that! He just cares about her so much and he can’t explain how he is able to love because of her - but he wanted to show her he is capable of doing that, thanks to her ^^ Hehe, thank you so much for reading it and I’m glad you enjoyed this chapter too! :D

Anonymous said: so the smut scene is on part 13 COINCIDENCE???? I THINK NOT!!!!

*GASP* *SHOCK* ;o

Anonymous said: I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART I WONDER HOW IS IT GOING TO BE LIKE BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM WHEN THEY GO TO WORK THE NEXT DAY LMAO

Hmmm yes...I wonder what will happen the next morning...;) Thank you for reading my love! :D

Anonymous said: I WAS SO SCARED I THOUGHT JK WAS GONNA END UP BITING ME ... god now im wonderin if tht could actually happen 🤧🤧🤧

Oh my goodness yes c: Idk about anyone else but the thought of that actually makes me feel a little hot >< haha I’m possibly just very kinky whoOps~

@jynxy24 said: THE SMUT HAS ARRIVED!!!!!! @-@ Is it wrong that I grinned the whole time i was reading it? BTW THE CHAPTER WAS SO GREAT GAWDDDDDDD!! Stay awesome at writing and life, Sara. LOVE YA!♥♥

YES THE SMUT IS HERE FINALLY! No it’s not wrong at all, I’m happy to know that you grinned the entire time! :3 Thank you so much for your lovely compliments my dear :D And thank you for reading it as well! I love you more ^^

Anonymous said: I love I won't stop so muchh I can't wait for the next chapter!!

Thank you so much my dear! I hope you will enjoy the next chapter too :D

Anonymous said: "Not hung like a horse," AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

LMAO I’m so sorry x)

Anonymous said: Hi Sara! So I was thinking, maybe y/n is the daughter of a vampire and a human, and that's why she's so special? And maybe that is the reason why Yoongi wants her, maybe she has some kind of powers idk. I love guessing things of this beautiful serie! ❤ ~mina

I won’t stay whether you are wrong or right because I would like it to be a surprise for everyone! But I love when people tell me what they think because it can say in my head ‘wrong’ or ‘right’ hehe ^^ Thank you so much for reading darling ^^

@deboracorrea25 said: I'm touched... I'm wordless... This chapter of "I won't stop you" was just perfect!!

Thank you so much for your kind words sweetie ^^ I’m so happy you liked it!

Anonymous said: The latest update of I Won't Stop You was so good I'm shook!! There was the perfect amount of smut and fluff, it could not have been better! You can be proud of yourself :))

Ah thank you so much for your kind and sweet words to me :) I’m so happy you enjoyed the chapter. Although, I hope I can evoke similar feelings next week - but...more roughness? ;) Thank you so much!

#I Won't Stop You #IWSY #Responses #Asks #imsarabum

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:: Dear Nicolas Jaar ::

The meat was heavy from a night of drinking till 3am with pe teachers and policewomen, an unusual crowd for her. Once home sleep never really naturally followed for a few hours and in fact she was up till daybreak, listening to cocorosie on repeat, deep in her imagination. A sort of strange early hours ritual she’d fallen into as her body clock stretched more towards daybreak than the thick of night.

So she rolled out of bed, leaden, pottered to the kitchen and poured herself some water laced with rehydration salts and a pot of tea and chilli, as it was Sunday Brain Pickings was the morning fodder she lapped up. It’s a forgiving and kind source of knowledge that always gave the meat food for thought, like being hugged in the waking hours by someone with infinite kindness and wisdom.

Ursula K Le Guin:

“ A poem or a story consciously written to address a problem or bring about a specific result, no matter how powerful or beneficent, has abdicated its first duty and priviliage, its responsibility to itself. Its primary job is to find the words that give it its right, true shape. The shape is its beauty and truth.”

The meat loved Sundays, she took her time reading and then put a little beef in the oven and went to get on with her daily workout, as she knew she’d be performing soon and as the regime of weight training she’d been doing had caused strain in her upper arms and shoulders she thought she’d treat herself for the next couple of days with some flow based yoga, she selected the water light routine (something about today felt exceptional, she couldn’t pinpoint why and water light was in keeping with the descent she decided) and was about to begin but the lampshade in the bedroom was hanging low and she knew with a flow routine it would become frustrating so she decided to remove it, something she’d done many times before.

It was especially sticky today and maybe she pulled a little too hard, the meat always forgot how strong she was. It popped and briefly flashed and then the whole house was plunged into darkness, the moon went mad, he was extremely reliant on electricity, more than most people the meat knew (this coupled with the fact he was also working, his laptop only really useful when plugged into a power source). He threw a barrage of insults and angry tirades at the meat, who shocked and embarrassed made the active decision not to challenge him on this and just allow the cold waters of stinging words to wash over her, and disassociate. Ultimately she was a liability and knew this well, always in a cycle of destroying things, pulling together broken shards and attempting to hide her mistakes (but she couldn’t hide this).

It wasn’t the fuse box they had to move the cupboard away from to access.

“Just call Chris” she said in a small voice.

At first it seemed like a problem that couldn’t be fixed immediately, the meat saw the progression of her day, walking out the front door and leaving the moon alone in silence, at the best of times he couldn’t preoccupy himself without a screen but robbed of it against his will, she knew the suffering it would inflict. She started to tidy away her workout things, this dramatic turn had removed her from a zone of restful enjoyment, exercise would be more troubling than kind at this stage. But after the second call from Chris, the Moon ran out into the yard and after a few minutes the house started buzzing again and all the utilities bleeped their hello’s.

The meat thought it was tomorrow, but now a sensation raced through her, she needed to make her descent today, she needed to perform what had been building on the edges of her mind for many months. She wanted to start the healing process and find her footing again, this project had been the most important of her artistic outpourings to date, but she wanted to feel the ground beneath her feet for a short time. And anyway, she always jumped in headfirst, it was never a trickling or careful walk.

So she continued her slow wake up and got dressed in modest attire as she wouldn’t be wearing it for much of the day anyway. Then she made herself some eggs and veg, a hearty breakfast as she wouldn’t eat much else, in fact she’d been skipping breakfast for several weeks now so it was a welcome change to have a full plate of food in front of her. Then she told the moon, who had calmed and travelled to a place balanced between shame and pride he always went to after a particularly bad spell of emotional cruelty.

“I’ll be getting a taxi probably around 4am or so I guess, it’ll just help me to know you’re on the other side of the phone.”

She had previously invited the virgin to join her, as it seemed necessary to have another spirit in with her when she touched the emotional chasms she was about to visit. But the virgin after having re entered and become a feature in her life again, was in a spiral. The meat had been going through a lot of asphyxiating tension herself and realised she really needed to be alone to do this.

Her walk to the studio wasn’t a particularly distinct one, on this special day, she finally got to open the umbrella she’d found nearly 2 months previously, it was delicate but strong and she was happy with it. Otherwise it was a just a group of young lionesses that struck her, pivoting out of the park and then veering into an estate adjacent but further along. Great manes of thick hair, powerful strides and able bodies with pulled waists and shimmying hips. She felt a sense of maternal care for them, but not because they were vulnerable, because they were proud.

Then Tesco’s, before she’d left the moon had made the valid point that the cucumber would need a condom, she’d been racking her brain for what the missing element was and on hearing this the last piece of the puzzle slotted into place. There was a very slow man drawn over the cucumbers in the fridge, like a human wall, pouring over each one in great detail, yet again the meat felt impotent in a supermarket, with someone else standing over the only thing you really need to inspect. In her whole life she’d never come across someone so interested in cucumbers and shards of annoyance tingled through her body. But she got her cucumber, not organic, her cider, her bottle of coke and her condoms.

On the steps she followed her routine and had a quick smoke and a sip of cola before heading in, today she wouldn’t write her hours on until she was finished as she wanted anonymity which she felt would somehow be gained by not being on the checkout sheet. There weren’t many characters in, the hard working designer that never seemed to be away, clothed in ritual black, arrived in a taxi as she was outside smoking, he was always someone that gave her a feeling of safety, something about his commitment was endearing, though they didn’t even say hello to each other.

In her segment of the basement she was the only one, freedom, ultimate in her isolation, she tidied up and finished sticking things with gaffa tape, blew up the balloons, painted the bee, drank ultra strong coffee and continued to listen to cocorosie. There was still a feeling of unease coursing through her, but as the hours wore on she married herself to the happy thought that she would not be interrupted tonight, all this panic of invasion which had been present so much in her life, washed away, she could scream and cry and no one could hear her. She got everything ready, and then started a practise run though without paint, completely naked, setting up and filming as she stuck up flowers with celloptape, balanced the dolls on the edges of the stage, danced and screamed. When she first began there was a man making strange humming noise, something almost satanic in the tones he was creating. But as soon as she started her own singing it dissipated, everyone in the basement had gone, she knew this now.

The moon balloons popped, so she decided to make them paper circles instead.

Alongside filming she’d be managing her live stream on her iphone through an app she’d downloaded and in the process contacted a good friend in the hope she could record it in the sex chat room whilst she performed. It had worked for the run through, they were snippets that she was uploading but it gave her a sense of purpose knowing she was broadcasting to the greater world and had an audience. Perhaps unadvisedly she had given over to a reliance there would be no hiccups when it came to the final performance. It all just seemed to be running its course, once she’d unsheathed the cucumber, lying elated and breathless on the floor, she decided to dress and go out for a few more ciders. Already intoxicated but in a stage of complete carnality, she wanted to consume more, to get to a greater void and strung out place. That and a big bag of peanuts, which had come to be a token of the more excessive times in her life. She decided to have a cigarette and think on it, one of her standard practises.

When she got to the door that would lead her out of the basement it was closed, in an unusual way she’d never seen before, shutters were firmly pushed down, as she didn’t even realise there were shutters it was a perplexing sight, so she made a beeline for the fire exit instead. Outside upon lighting her cigarette a sudden realisation hit her, shit, how am I going to get back inside? The meat mentally slapped herself, all that prep and now there was the possibility she’d locked herself out of her studio. She had cards and keys so she could return when someone had opened it again, but after the rehearsal, the depth’s she was drawing from, the craving in her movements, she desperately wanted to live out this exorcism now.

“It’ll be ok, I’ll work out how to get in.”

Always the eternal optimist she marched away from the panic in her head and then back down to the shutters. This time on the opposite side, with phone torch light in hand, she inspected the door, assuming they’d be like the front one and there would be a keyhole function, as no one had told her about them she assumed the keys would be the same as those for the front door. But alas no joy, she patted all round the shutters, looking at the grooves of the metal, the nuts and bolts, she gently pulled the bottoms of them, there was a quick flash through her mind just to break in, but sense prevailed. She decided to attempt to pull from the bottom again, wary of the morning she did it more firmly but still carefully, so as not to break anything. To her relief this was how you opened the shutters! They just grumpily slid up and she darted through and then closed them again, warm in the knowledge that there was another barrier between her and the outside world and proud she’d worked through more adversity and not given up, tucked her tail between her legs and gone home.

Back in the cave (her studio) she tipped the last of the cider she’d bought from Tesco’s in to her mug and checked the time, ahead of schedule and happy in the knowledge she was alone she decided it was best to get to the shop now, once the final performance was in action she wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while, it would demand absolutely everything. As it was past 11 she slung towards the deceptive Turkish Shop round the corner, which on first entry hides the plethora of imported japanese and korean goods it holds, it took 4 or 5 visits before she discovered all the hidden treasures in unexpected rooms. The staff were generally a moody lot, some of the least impressed shopkeepers she’d ever come across but happily one of the younger men she had a rapport with was working today.

It was full of dazed drunken bank holiday revellers, a very rare sight on Sundays, only custom on these post apocalyptic weekends when the general proportion of young day workers threw all caution to the wind and spent 3 days in a state of near paralysis.

With nuts and cider in hand she headed back to her cave for the final showdown, on the borders of hysteria and panic but still surprised how much less destructive it was feeling than she’d anticipated.

Back downstairs the hesitation about publicising the stream was suddenly lost and she felt like actually she really wanted to know others were with her. The friend she’d asked to film it was on call and gearing up to record it from her laptop in scotland, it felt wonderful to know this friend would be a spectator and she’d also have the film footage as well. She loaded the app, mixed her paints and prepped the first scene, when she pressed broadcast it seemed to work exactly as it had done before so she strode out and begun. Singing her descent song she climbed up the ladder and then made her journey back down, fully in the flow of the piece she allowed intuition to guide her, writhing and seething she pulled apart the paper moons that braced the ladder and then painted herself with the black paint pre mixed at the edges of the stage.

So as not to interrupt the broadcast she’d decided to just leave it running and as she set up for the walled garden, cello taping flowers to the ceiling, putting the bee pinata in its central spot, painting herself in blue and pink, she spoke to herself and to the viewers, talking to the moon about love lost, each movement vital and raw. Once dried she positioned herself for the next scene, whereas the descent down the ladder had been sensual and melancholic the walled garden was frantic and violent. Quick savage movements filled the scene, once beguiled by the bee and then desperate to reach it she pawed and clawed towards it, then was caught up by the flowers hanging from tape beside her until she managed to break free and in guttural agonising breath set to work in decimating the flora at her feet and then following this the bee fell down of its own accord so she then brutalised it as well, exploding in clunky shards it shed the snakes that lay within it. At the climax of the scene she howled and fell to the floor, sobbing in powerful lucid tones until all the pain and suffering accumulated around the lived events which had inspired the scene were gone. Then she pulled her carcass up and exited the stage, feeling effervescent, opened.

It finally came time for the mermaid kingdom and wedding, she collected all the flowers and without thinking threw everything away in a large white binbag. Once cleared she hung the virgin and the prince, rushing inside with the understanding that this would be the most challenging and somehow pivotal part of the piece. Once the dolls were all in place it was time to begin, throughout the setup she’d chastised the bee, speaking in a broken but paradoxically aggressive manner.

Covered in pearlescent paint she walked out onto the stage, feeling the most naked she had done since starting even though she was the most caked in acrylic paint. The cucumber was sheathed, the tape was ready, she firstly encountered the prince and virgin, after an initial sensual account she unwound the masking tape around them, the virgin was a little loose and at first the tape fell from her veil, but unperturbed the meat kept winding it round, until the virgin and her prince were facing the camera and looked somehow reviled by each other but bound together anyway. In retrospect this fits as the Meat is still living through the slow breakdown of her marriage and possibly a holy union is not something she really abides by in principle.

Then she crawled out to the dolls cast on the floor, the male doll already with its pulsating green member, ready to go, she mounted it and felt a pain as its girth pushed through her, then she began to rut over it, allowing herself to become fully immersed in the doll, it felt like she was really with someone and by the time she’d had her fill and coarsely moved over to the female doll it was so heavy and thick inside her that all normality or belief of the performance as a fiction had dispensed, she felt entirely in the mermaid kingdom and accordingly the pleasures she got with the female doll, rolling around in ecstasy, were entirely authentic. Then she grabbed the confetti cannon and dispensed with its contents. It ejaculated in the wrong direction and so to compensate for this mistake she rolled over and threw the detritus up over the bound couple above her, creating more of a blossoming effect than an explosion.

Then she lay down in silence in the centre of the stage and proceeded to masturbate, by now so enraptured, truly in the last layer of the descent, that cuming was not an issue and even a relief which bound the whole thing together for her mentally and physically. After she sat up slowly, unmasked herself and looked out to her perceived audience, truly fully present and accounted for, taking in her last breath the meat tumbled back to where her cameras were set up, triumphant that she had done precisely what she set out to do.

What awaited her was a text from the aforementioned friend, saying the feed wasn’t working and that the meat was offline, it dawned on the meat that despite feeling like she had an audience she had just spent the last hour performing to no one. A sense of humiliation was coupled with this, for telling so many about her grandiose plans only to fail at one of the key aspects due to lack of proper planning. But still this didn’t override her feelings of clarity and freedom borne from what she’d just gone through, she knew she’d still have the film and screening and that there would be some interesting philosophical debating she’d now do with herself internally about the idea of performing to no one and what that could mean. In all essence this project had been embarked upon naively and only as she’d gone through it had she realised it was an important and life changing journey of self discovery, which would act as a catalyst against her life to bring her to new mental realms and a better understanding of herself.

She sat with her aspalls and smoked a few cigarettes in her cave, a defiant act she knew but after what she’d just gone through and the fact that she was covered in thick paint which would be a commitment to remove, the alternative seemed horrific. Then she climbed into her sponge bath, pre prepped and began the slow dutiful process of removing said paint, what had struck her before as the most detestable aspect of getting it off was the fact that it didn’t just turn to liquid but instead collected in bits, caking sponges and causing a gritty feeling on the skin. It took a while but after towelling herself off and getting dressed she was ready and full absolved, as if a spiritual opening had just taken place, which by all accounts it was. Her ritual sex rite.

The meat hurriedly collected empty bottles and the remaining rubbish that would cause an immediate smell, leaving the dolls and splattered paint as a token for her next encounter with her cave. Then she zipped up her coat, loaded up uber on her phone and turned off the lights, briefly hypnotised by the odd glow above her and the cathartic nature of darkness. After dropping the rubbish in the bin and swanning through the shared desk space at the entrance of the studio she was elated to see the designer still working, even though it was 3:30 am. There was something reassuring and precious that he was still there, of course she didn’t acknowledge him but left with a little more room opened to him in her heart. She wrote on the sign in sheet and then after going to the toilet stood propped against a tree outside the studio waiting for her uber driver, despite the first 2 cancelling the 3rd arrived properly and whisked her through shoreditch and back home.

She’d been finding uber drivers to be more chatty and engaged recently, she wasn’t sure if this was because the rating system could cause them to lose their livelihoods in a snap second or because the energy she was presenting invited engagement but in her taxi on the way home the pattern repeated again. Against a backdrop of drunken people streaming out of clubs and bars, hovering around kebab shops and off licenses, she tried to describe to her driver what she was feeling, that she’d just completed months of work and that her body, though drained, was full of realisation. He was interested and keen to listen, allowed her to stop off at a shop and buy all the things she’d been denying herself in the last few months and up until he dropped her off it felt like they shared a little hub of inclusiveness together whizzing along the streets of London.

Once home the meat wrote you a brief entry Nicolas, ate as much as she could fit in her mouth, didn’t drink the cider can she’d bought and passed out on the sofa bed without having taken her makeup off and still with paint adorning her skin. In her last hours of the day she listened to space is only noise, which felt somehow correct as her send off from the most important day she’d ever had.

Now the meat is lying in bed, which she has been all day, only managing to have a few cigarettes in the courtyard and cook an extraordinary amount of porridge and buckwheat. Tomorrow she’ll go back to her cave to survey the destruction but she won’t work out and she’ll have a croissant for breakfast. The next few days are her treats to herself, she deserves them.

I hope you enjoyed reading this Nicolas, its helped me a lot to write it.

#nicolasjaar #nicolas jaar

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