#the most boring one we had. fucking ONE person. and advanced group was a lot smaller than the other group anyway and the person that left

[tasmanianstripes]

Absolutely hate it when language classes aren't split into two groups only because there aren't enough people in class

Literally curb stomping people's education and skill growth for some arbitrary number

#thylacines can talk #ONE person left our classroom and suddenly we had to be put back into one group and english went from one of my favourite classes to #the most boring one we had. fucking ONE person. and advanced group was a lot smaller than the other group anyway and the person that left #wasnt even from our group!! literally what the fuck!!!!!!!!! #we went from fun engaging class to being done with our assigments in the first few minutes and then sitting around doing nothing while the #teacher focused on the other students. which for the record im not mad about. itd be WAY shittier if she focused on us and left the other #students in the dust. what i AM mad about though is the fact they ~had to~ put our groups together because of some idiotic number in the #system when we were literally ONE FUCKIG PERSON SHORT FROM BEING ALLOWED TO SPLIT INTO GROUPS #this is bullshit. just. why in the fuck would you do yhat? even if you had to couldnt you just let classes so close to the minimum #requirement be split up anyways??? im honestly not at all surprised. the school system doesnt give a fuck about its students. #its a good thing our english teacher was normal and reasonable because she COULD focus on the advanced group and let the other students #fend for themselves but she didnt. unlike our math teacher who only focused on the best students and didnt bother to help the others. #a good majority of our class had to get tutors for math. and when my grades went up and i finally started doing work in class because #i finally knew how to the bitch took the credit. 'see what happens when you pay attention in class' GOD I WANTED TO SLAP HER SO BAD AT THAT #MOMENT. she was such a bad teacher and the school didn't do shit about it even when we complained. #this has turned into a general school rant huh #anyway fuck the school system it doesnt give a fuck about its students. doesnt punish horrible teachers and if you have a different style #of learning or any kind of neurodevelopmental or learning disability WELL GOOD FUCKING LUCK THEN coz youre gonna need it #the school system absolutely fucked me over and for a long time i thught that i was just lazy but no i sctually love learning and i do #wonderfully when i get appriopriate accessibility. who would have thought. the fact that the only accessibility feature they give is 5-15 #more minutes on tests is a fucking joke. #man why is it always the math teachers that suck so fucking much #both my middle school and technicial institute (is it what its called in english???) math teachers SUCKED. i always thought i hated math #but after dropping out and doing math in my free time through educational videos and shit i realised on this is actually very fun #provided your teacher doesnt fucking suck

[yuta-nakamots]

summer 127 - l.ty

Pairing - Boyfriend!Taeyong x Fem!Reader

Genre - Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship!AU

Warnings - reader is wearing a bikini, public arousal, public groping, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, slight overstimulation

Summary - Going to a waterpark was a great way to beat the summer heat though things only seem to get hotter while you’re there. 

Word Count - 2.3k

Written for the Sunny Side Event hosted by @neosmutcollective​​​. Check out the masterlist here.

Seeing your boyfriend Taeyong play with kids was always a delight, especially when there were so many of them splashing him in a wave pool. With Taeyong’s insistence, you joined him in being a leader at your local YMCA’s summer program and though you begrudgingly gave in, it was all worth it to see his bright smile while taking care of these kids despite how tiring it really was.

All the shouts of “Mr. Taeyong! Mr. Taeyong!” when the kids wanted him to join in on their game of kickball or when they wanted to show him their drawings or other mischievous antics, those little moments were the ones that made your day just the slightest bit lighter. But that’s not to say that your own kids weren’t as equally energetic.

You led a group of kids that were the same age as Taeyong’s. However, no matter all your efforts, they’d always find things more entertaining when Taeyong and his group were around. You didn’t mind though, because you felt the same way and today was no exception.

Every year, the entire program would go on a field trip to the water park, and every year, Taeyong would come back absolutely drained. As you checked off your kids’ names while they boarded the bus, the anticipation for your impending doom by them only grew. Taeyong stood next to you, doing the same for his kids except with much more excitement, even greeting some of them with a handshake they seemed to have come up with.

Once all the rascals were accounted for, Taeyong followed you onto the bus, thanking the driver and apologizing in advance for how loud it may get. The apology did not go to waste. You had to stand up and tell them all to quiet down more times than you could count on one hand and every time you received whines of frustration and mutters of disapproval from them. “It’s fine,” Taeyong comforted, “on the way back, they’ll be too tired to even speak. I can promise you that.”

“They better be,” you scoffed, just wanting to get the day over with.

Once the bus arrived at the waterpark, the kids all but stampeded through the park, you and the other leaders struggling to herd them into a reserved private area where they could store their belongings and meet back at once their time was up. You sat at a table with your boyfriend and the other leaders, discussing the plan for the next few hours you’d be at the park.

“Mr. Taeyong, I want to go on that slide!” A boy exclaimed from behind you.

“I’m not too sure if you can, Jordan. It looks quite large and there may be a height requirement,” Taeyong told him sympathetically while rummaging in his own backpack.

The younger boy, Jordan, let out a huff of disbelief, “what do you mean? Why can’t I go on it?”

“Some rides have rules about your height or weight but it’s for your own safety,” Taeyong explained while his hands continued to search around for something.

“If you come with me will I be able to ride it?” Jordan asked.

Taeyong paused to think of an answer. “That depends if the ride allows more than one person at a time.”

“Will you come with me to ask them?” The younger quickly rebutted.

“Now who said I was going to stand in line with you when I could be going on rides myself,” Taeyong teased, giving up on whatever he was looking for in his bag.

Jordan rolled his eyes, “That’s so boring. Going on rides by yourself? Boring.”

“What makes you think I’m going alone?” He put an arm around your shoulders, “I have a beautiful girlfriend that I can take with me-”

He leaned in to kiss your cheek but before he could, Jordan ran off with a scream of “ew, Mr. Taeyong is gross and boring!”

The other leaders started laughing at the kid’s reaction and complimenting the way Taeyong handled the situation before getting back on topic. While they continued discussing, he leaned over and whispered “babe, can I use your sunscreen, I think I forgot mine at home.”

You handed him your bottle of it, not expecting him to take off his shirt right then and there and begin lathering sunscreen on himself but you didn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt whatever the others were saying. He quietly whined at you for help once he tried to cover his back, knowing fully well that he wouldn’t be able to reach all of it. The meeting ended while you were still helping Taeyong, the leaders having decided to meet back at the same spot at 2pm. They announced it to the kids and released them into the park, the whole lot of them running for the wave pool right as an alarm rang, signaling for the start of the waves.

All the other leaders headed out too, leaving just you and Taeyong in the private area. “Do you want me to help you?” He asked, continuing to smear the white paste onto his face.

“Sure,” you sighed, standing up and removing your clothing, revealing your minimally covered body before grabbing the bottle of sunscreen from Taeyong and squeezing some onto your hand.

“I know I see you every day but gosh, you’re just so beautiful,” Taeyong gushed.

“I’m wearing a bikini, I’m nearly naked and you’re trying to not think about fucking me, I know,” you bluntly stated.

“I- W-wha- well you’re not wrong I guess,” he stuttered, bashfully looking away and making sure he was absolutely covered in sunscreen.

“I’ll wear it again once we get home and you can dive into your fantasies or whatever,” you teased, grabbing at the band of your top and acting like you were about to flash him.

Taeyong’s cheeks turned red as he rushed to pin your hands down while frantically looking around. “Not now,” he said through gritted teeth, “there could be kids around, you know.”

“And if there aren’t any, what would you do?” You propose while handing him the sunscreen and turning so he could spread it across your back.

His hands were warm as they spread the lotion on your skin. “I’d have you naked underneath the sunlight while I make love to you and your beautiful body.” A shiver of excitement ran down your spine from the ghosting sensation of him inside you with the sun warming both of you.

He continued on, “I’d let you have me any way you wanted to, just as long as you’re satisfied and you know that you’re the most gorgeous woman to walk the planet.” His hands left your back and came from under your arms to grasp at your boobs, his fingers sliding underneath the fabric of your bikini in order to feel the softness of your breasts in his palms.

When his clothed erection came into contact with your lower back, you knew you were in for it when you got home. Abruptly pulling Taeyong’s arms away from you, you took off in the direction of the wave pool, leaving him in shock. “Come on! Last one in the wave pool doesn’t get to cum tonight!” With that, he took off after you, both of you running into the surging water at the same time.

Upon seeing their beloved ‘Mr. Taeyong’, the kids began swarming him and splashing him with water, allowing you to escape from him even if just for a moment. “Guys look, Ms. Y/n is completely dry! That’s not right!” In less than a second you were absolutely drenched as they targeted you instead, sending their own mini waves and splashes while you futilely tried to cover yourself.

It soon became a full-blown water war between the kids in your group versus the kids in Taeyong’s group until the waves started to die down, most of them ;eaving and get in line for a ride at that point. You and Taeyong did the same, following the mass of your kids just to keep an eye on them.

“What you did earlier wasn’t very nice,” he quietly growled into your ear as you waited in line for the slide Jordan had pointed out earlier, which turned out to be a single-person ride.

“Hm? What did I do?” You asked, faking your cluelessness.

One of his hands grabbed onto your hip, pulling you closer to him. “You know what you did. You could at least have helped me out first before running off.”

You shrugged, “I wanted to get into the water already. Oh look, it’s my turn.”

The day continued on like this, doing things to rile Taeyong up now while there was nothing he could do about it, then escaping by means of a ride or the kids. By the time the field trip ended and the two of you reached your shared apartment, Taeyong was frustrated in more ways than one.

Not even a moment after the door was closed, Taeyong hands were up on your body, pushing off the slightly damp shirt you were wearing and revealing your bikini top once more while you both stumbled into the bedroom. “You’re such a dangerous person, getting me all excited when we’re out in public. There were even kids around! Imagine how traumatizing that would’ve been.”

“You liked it though, I know you did.” You bragged, tugging off Taeyong’s shirt to match your state.

He let out a sound akin to a growl as he pushed you onto the bed, quickly pulling off your shorts while still leaving on your bikini bottoms. He didn’t even wait before moving the fabric to the side and diving into eating you out. The warmth of his tongue felt so nice in comparison to the coldness of the still-wet fabric and it made you squirm in pleasure.

Taeyong continued to spread his warmth to you as he began rubbing at your clit with his thumb while inserting a finger from his other hand into you. “More,” you urged, having been aroused for nearly the whole day. He added a second finger to scissor you open before adding in a third when he was sure you’d be able to handle it.

He licked at your clit while thrusting his fingers inside of you. You flew towards your first orgasm easily, the white waves of pleasure washing over you as Taeyong slowed his movements to let you settle down. You were so wrapped up in your own bliss that you didn’t even notice Taeyong undressing and climbing back on the bed until he was on top of you and lifting your legs from your calves and bringing them up to his shoulders.

His enlarged member slid into you with ease, the heat from it warming your insides as it stretched you out. He, too, was nearly in paradise from just the feeling of your soft walls around him. When he began to shallowly thrust into you, who was already so full of him, you felt your second orgasm start to build. Taeyong held onto your legs as he sped up, chasing the bliss that was his own orgasm.

You knew he wouldn’t last long from how erratic his movements were getting. His eyes were shut tight in concentration, getting lost in the clenching of your warmth around his desperate cock. His hips kept slamming into yours until he released your legs and fell on top of you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he held you tight in his grasp, his cum filling your insides while you came along with him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned. He didn’t stop thrusting into you just yet, though. As if one orgasm wasn’t enough, he continued to rail into you while you were riding the high of yours. The firm grip he had on your shoulders felt like he was about to break you but you were grateful for having something to anchor you or else you might have passed out from pleasure. “This is for teasing me in the water park and not even bothering to help me.”

Taeyong’s speed was even faster than before as he became blinded by lust, only thinking about the way your body looked under his. The way your breasts had been pushed out from under your bikini top, the way your bottoms had become soiled from the juices seeping out of your pussy, the way your lower lips had gotten swollen from enduring his actions. He was drunk on it all and his eyes were glued onto the place where he entered you, his length glistening and covered in a mix of cum and arousal.

“Taeyong, please,” you cried out, overstimulation starting to take over, “it’s too much.”

He came with an elongated moan as he once more finished inside of you, his breath hot and heavy on your neck while he was sent reeling from his orgasm. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, pushing out the last bits of his cum, making your core overflow, the combination of liquids slowly seeping out of you.

Feeling exhausted from what Taeyong had just put you through, you were about to succumb to the sleep calling you until you felt him sit up and start to gently knead at your breasts. You turned your head to look at him and were met with the sight of his wide eyes looking at you as if yours had all the stars in the sky. “I love you,” he blurted out.

“I love you too,” you told him with a giggle before looking down at his hands playing with the soft skin of your boobs.

“You should wear this one more often, I like it.” He remarked.

“Remind me to never wear a bikini to a water park ever again,” you joked.

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[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 15

(Masterpost)(Other Canary Content)

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

This rewatch is going to fit into a single post, because a third of the episode is just crying and yelling on a very slow boat. If you want to learn the Chinese words for “Mother” and “Father” this is your episode. 

Captain Blowhard

Clan Leader Yao shows up, having barely survived the massacre of his clan, along with two disciples who aren't too excited about their unwilling promotion to top targets. Jiang Cheng tells his dad that the Wens are systematically exterminating the smaller clans, and have said anyone who helps the survivors is going to be punished. 

Jiang Fengmian tells Yao that the Jiang Clan will protect him. Which is why Wei Wuxian is responsible for the massacre of the Jiang Clan. 

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian both think that taking Yao to the Jin clan is the best way to keep him safe. Wei Wuxian was wrong to help the heirs of the powerfullest richest clans, but sure, let's save this asshole.

Road Tripping

The boys go down to the dock to send Jiang Yanli and Jiang Fengmian off, saying a formal goodbye with a bunch of disciples and showing off how extremely good they look in these close-fitted, simply cut robes with cool belts.

Yu Ziyuan comes down to say goodbye to Yanli and give her some medicine, covering by saying it's for Jiang Fengmian, because being sick is bad for marriage prospects, probably. 

Later the boys will mention their hope that YZY will be mollified by the time JFM returns, which means this possibly isn't the usual state of their relationship. The dislike and jealousy seem to be constant, but perhaps being openly at war with each other is not.

(more after the cut!)

Club Ruohan

At Club Ruohan, Wen Ruohan is tired of sitting on his big uncomfortable throne so he's sitting on the floor next to it, instead. He's suffering the embarrassing problem of black smoke leakage, and needs Wen Qing to give him acupuncture to fix it, but she's not around. Wen Ruohan has an awful lot of trouble containing resentful energy, possibly because he is controlling a bunch of zombies 24x7 instead of letting them take a break. Wei Wuxian is mostly able to control it--except when he, you know, totally isn't--without ever needing an attractive acupuncturist to give him a poke.

WRH learns from Wen Chao that Wei Wuxian 1. killed a boss-level monster on nightmare level difficulty without his sword 2. took whatever thing had been suppressing the nightmare monster for the previous really long time.  WRH wants whatever it is.

Boys in Charge

When the boys get back to Lotus Pier, Jiang Cheng doesn't understand why they couldn't all go to the Lins together, and Wei Wuxian explains it to him. Wei Wuxian is the one seeing the big picture, and he wants to plan how to handle the Wen forces when they, inevitably, arrive. 

Jiang Cheng would rather talk big than actually plan, showing how--at this age--his anger management problem is an issue on a strategic level, not just a personal one.  As a clan leader he will eventually master this aspect, for the most part, and learn to keep a cool head in regard to martial matters, while continuing to feed his interpersonal rage problem.

The brothers supervise the archery practice of the Jiang disciples, having their last nice time together, and still without a plan. Wei Wuxian is bored and calls practice early so he can go be bored on the porch or in his room, since he isn't allowed out. In fact he's so bored by lockdown that he starts an irreverent niche blog.  

(he’s kidding! keep your mask on, don’t go to wine houses)

Knowing that the Wen Clan is gunning for enemy cultivators, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng send the whole group of disciples, including children, outside the compound walls to retrieve their kites. This is what happens when you don't have a plan.

Wen the Levee Breaks

Wen Chao’s girlfriend Wang Lingjiao finds a kite with a hole in it and uses it as a pretext to snatch up the youngest disciple. 

The other disciples come running back and tell WWX and JC what happened. Wei Wuxian calmly gets all of the information from them and starts figuring out what to do, while Jiang Cheng freaks out. 

Jiang Cheng is a good fighter, and matures into an excellent one after a core upgrade and war experience. But Wei Wuxian is a born battle leader, developing strategies on the fly and staying cool under pressure.

Madame Yu is as brave as a barrel full of bears and Yinzhu and Jinzhu chase lions down the stairs

Yu Ziyuan and the murder twins show up and all of the disciples line up behind them, relieved to have someone scary in charge.. Yu Ziyuan is also a natural leader and an awesome fighter, but her judgement is terrible, as we're about to discover. 

Bitchfest

Wang Lingjiao strolls in to the main hall and has the nerve to comment on the interior decorating, because it doesn't have enough rough-hewn black rock and lava pits, apparently.

She shows them all the kite and says that because it looks (kind of) like the sun, using it for target practice is an attack on the Wen Clan. Bitch, everything your clan wears and uses has fire on it and is red. The sun is not your emblem, no matter what the text says. This kite situation is presumably where the anti-Wen campaign gets its name of "Sunshot," however, which sounds pretty cool.

Wang Lingjiao moves along to her main point, which is that Wei Wuxian needs his ass kicked, and she'd like Yu Ziyuan to do the kicking. To goad her, she starts talking about the rumors about Wei Wuxian's parentage.

Let it Whip

So let it whip (let's whip it, baby) Get a grip (let's whip it baby) Well, what's your trip? (Oh no)

Yu Ziyuan takes the bait, and proceeds to whip the shit out of her strongest battle asset, in a sequence that's either horrifying or completely fucking awesome, depending on how you feel about whump.

There are a lot of bad effects in this show and a lot of questionable fighting, but any time Zidian flies, I am HERE for it. I gave this beatdown its own gifset over here.

Jiang Cheng is devastated and tries again and again to protect Wei Wuxian, but his mother and her lieutenants keep moving him out of the way so the beating can continue.

Yu Ziyuan hits Wei Wuxian at least 5 times, until he is totally unable to get up off the floor. Wang Lingjiao has succeeded in eliminating him as a threat for the moment.

Gotta Hand It To You

Wang Lingjiao isn't satisfied with the brutal whipping, however; she wants his right hand as a trophy, and for him to be unable to recover.  Yu Ziyuan tells Jinzhu and Yinzhu to close the doors because some blood is going to fly. 

I'd like to think this is when Yu Ziyuan decides to kill the Wens, rather than maiming WWX, but I'm not certain. Because she doesn't start attacking until after Wang Lingjiao says the Wens are taking Lotus Pier, and tells her to discipline Jiang Cheng. So maybe she is okay with taking WWX’s hand, but draws the line at giving up her house.

Through all of this, Wei Wuxian doesn't once protest, even when he thinks they're getting ready to take his hand off. He'll do whatever it takes to make peace. THIS is the core of his heroism; he will sacrifice anything to do what he thinks is right. He's not "playing the hero;" not doing this for fame or kudos, but for a clear conscience.

It’s a Murder Party

Wang Lingjiao explains the new Wen World order, and Yu Ziyuan smacks her to the floor and then takes out all 8 of the Wen soldiers in one elegant move. 

Can we talk about how incredibly effective a fighter Yu Ziyuan is, without a sword? With her first-class spiritual tool as her only weapon? Nobody is telling her she needs to carry a sword. She shows she can use one, after she gives Zidian to Jiang Cheng, but she's absolutely devastating without one.

Having defied Wang Lingjiao, Yu Ziyuan...doesn't kill her. She chokes her, slaps her and yells at her. Then she insults her clan and sticks her FOOT on her FACE.

She sics the murder twins on the guards in the room, and they shank all of them at super speed while the boys watch with alarm. 

Then she has them sloooowly advance on Wang Lingjiao, giving her plenty of time to holler for Wen Zhuliu before they can kill her.

Het Heat

Wen Zhuliu comes flying in, literally, kicking both murder twins across the room at the same time. This is followed by Core-Melting Hand x Violet Spider suddenly becoming the most shippable M/F couple in this thing, because wow, they have some serious chemistry.

I never saw a pretty girl look so tough

Actor Feng Mingjing continues to do an awful lot with almost no lines, in his portrayal of Wen Zhuliu. WZL politely apologizes to Yu Ziyuan. Is he offering to withdraw, or is he just being polite before getting down to the killy bit? Either way, Yu Ziyuan is ready to rumble, and doesn't even consider de-escalating.

You know who was able to rein in his temper, after fighting with this same extremely dangerous dude, and therefore lived to fight another day? Fucking Nie Mingjue, that's who, who has a generational CURSE making him angry. While Yu Ziyuan, is like, "fuck the safety of my clan, this is Wei Wuxian's fault anyway" and throws down.

Wen Zhuliu and Yu Ziyuan proceed to have an epic, sexy fight, where he catches her whip and she dodges his attempt to feel up her core.

He's a magic man, mama, he's got the magic hands.

Wei Wuxian, still incapacitated, tells Jiang Cheng to stop Wang Lingjiao from calling for help, but JC gets distracted by the threat to his mom, and goes to engage with Wen Zhuliu.

Jiang Cheng takes a horrifying smack in the chest, which injures him and takes him out, while Wang Lingjiao sends the signal that seals the fate of Lotus Pier.

It’s All Over Except for the Crying

Yu Ziyuan immediately sees that she's lost the battle, and has the murder twins divert Wen Zhuliu while she brings the two boys to the pier. 

She verifies that Jiang Cheng's core is still intact, showing the viewers, for future reference, that it's possible to tell by touch if someone's core is missing, although a casual touch won't do it.  

Then she re-codes the Zidian so that it recognizes Jiang Cheng and puts it on his wrist. She follows this with a display of maternal affection for Jiang Cheng unlike anything we've seen so far, which super fails to reassure him.  

She follows this up with screaming at Wei Wuxian and telling him how much she hates him, and blaming him for the multiple shitty choices she just made..  

With a heart full of rage, she reminds him that his worth lies in what he can do for more important people.

She binds the boys with Zidian and then sends the boat on its way....

...with a frickin' TALISMAN, holeee shit. As toxic as she is for Wei Wuxian, there is a direct line from her cultivation skills to his.  

Dad To The  Rescue...sort of

The last third of the episode is basically yelling and crying punctuated by a couple of interactions out on the water. The extreme emotions go on for long enough that I eventually stop feeling bad for the characters and start feeling bad for the actors, who had to maintain this level of feeling for probably days of shooting.

The boys eventually meet up with Jiang Fengmian and Jiang Yanli. JFM discovers that Zidian responds to his control, which tells him something is very, very wrong, since it probably knows how his wife feels about him.

This thing isn’t biting me; your mom is in serious trouble. 

Here Jiang Fengmian decides to do the heroic, totally futile thing, which is exactly his style. He tosses Jiang Yanli in with the boys and takes his leave so he can go die with his wife while the children survive.  

He has to know that Yu Ziyuan is the stronger fighter of the two of them, and that he's not going back to rescue her. He's just going to stand with her and die together, which is the most romantic thing you can do in a C-drama, after all.  

How Much Do You Owe the Jiang Clan?

Jiang Fengmian tells his two children not to cry, making them and the viewer cry extra hard. (specially ouchy gifset here).

Then he turns to Wei Wuxian and, with a heart full of tenderness, reminds him that his worth lies in what he can do for more important people.

Next episode: Is going to be even more horrible! 

Soundtrack: 1. When The Levee Breaks, Led Zeppelin 2. The Tale of Custard the Dragon (poem) by Ogden Nash 3. Let it Whip by the Dazz Band 4. U Got the Look by Prince & Sheena Easton 5. Magic Man by Heart

#fytheuntamed #the untamed #the untamed gifs #the untamed meta #yi ziyuan #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs #the untamed spoilers #tw: crying #omg this episode

[arodabi]

(This is not hate but i want to say sorry in advance if i’m being rude or anything) maybe it’s because I’m a cishet woman so I have no experience of the discrimination the people in the lgbt community suffer. but I wanted to say: if some people in fandom love to ship aro and/or ace characters with other characters or change a character's sexuality in general just for their ship, this does not take away the fact that that character is of that particular sexuality in canon, it doesn’t take away the representation. So I don't see where the problem is if the person in question is respectful of real people sexuality. For example I know that Shiro from Voltron is canonically gay, but at the same time I like to ship him with myself and I see a lot of people in the fandom who keep self-shipping with him or even ship him with Allura. and I don’t see a problem because he is just a fictional character and he still gay in the canon universe. Same goes for aro/ace characters like Alastor. And i think that most people will keep shipping this characters in romantic relationship regardless of their canon sexuality because it’s just fiction and ships make them happy. Again, sorry if I sounded rude, I hope you won't take this aks as hate or anything!

so i kno u said this isn't supposed to b rude, but I feel like u didn't read my post and came here to complain that I said ���don't ship aro characters” (which i really didn't even say, the main point is to just listen to us and be a better ally) which is kinda rude. I literally talk about how aro character's identities are like barely ever respected. I talk about how people put shipping before us constantly. I talk about how many creative spaces, not just fandom, are hostile towards us. I've literally had people insult my work to my face multiple times because I'm an aro storyteller who won't focus on shipping in my own content. I've had multiple people in the notes of that exact post express surprise that the characters I listed were actually aro. 

i want you to imagine for a second, and since u brought up Voltron ig ill use that, what is shiro was one of like 5 popular gay characters in fiction, but every fan work of him presented him as straight, to the point people did not know and were surprised he was gay. Like do you think that's okay? because that is like classic erasure. why is it suddenly okay to do to aro people? bc we don't matter?

a small group of fans making a gay character straight is like not something ppl generally worry about because its not enough to even effect anything. like sure some people will take offense, but at the end of the day they can just ignore a small group of fans. but that's not what I'm talking about here. most fans are erasing aro characters identities, which leads to either people not knowing that character is even aro, or (worse in my opinion) thinking that erasing an aro characters identity is just How You Write Aro Characters. “aros are just like every other alloro person, except I have to throw in a few words like qpr once and then never actually research what that means!”

like I don't participate in fandom stuff for a lot of reasons but one of them is that those spaces are hostile or completely unaccommodating to me. and one of the major ways they're like that is centering romance and shipping above all. even when a character is like me and is not interested in that stuff. “nope they actually are bc if they weren't itd be boring!” I've literally seen ppl make aus where an aro character isn't aro and the tag for that is “X character has a heart” that's uhhh fucked up? i can call myself heartless all I want but random alloros have LITERALLY NO RIGHT TO DO THAT WHAT THE FUCK. you realize that in popular fandoms there are usually more fanworks than there is actual canon material right? so if something has a scene or two (or outside tweets from creators) talking about a character being aro, but 99% of fanworks portray that character as alloro, then they are written predominantly as alloro, and people will interpret them as such. why the fuck do i have to have the few scraps of canon content to see myself in while everyone else gets to rip that to shreds and interpret the character as not like me.

also at this point I literally do not give a fuck if erasing aro characters identities is someone's prime mode of happiness, it's a shitty thing to do and it shows that they do not care about us.

#sorry everyone that this turned into a rant but like???? #you just didnt read my post #and yeah im kind of mad about that #ask #anon #anon ask #arophobia #Anonymous

[mamaspresley]

a price to pay | rc

request: ‘I’m not sure if you’ll feel comfortable writing this but could you do one where the reader is dating Pope but cheats on him with Rafe at a party? And his always been sensitive when it comes to rafe because he always thought something would happen between them because of how close they were. Hope that makes sense’

a/n: oh my god… this is a phenomenal request… but at the same time how could you do this… how could EYE do this… i’m so sorry in advance. jd if you’re reading this—

word count: 4.9k+ (whew)

pairing(s): rafe x kook best friend but she’s dating a pogue even though she loves rafe but she won’t come to terms with it!reader

warning(s): underage drinking, pope being kinda mean, smut, choking, cheating, violence

***

pope was always insecure, whether it be about his physical appearance, his relationship with you, or about his entire being as a whole. he wasn’t the most confident person and you knew this. hell, you embraced it about him. you loved that about pope, how human he was. the two of you were imperfect and you always made sure to tell the other how much you admired that about each other. your relationship with pope was healthy and one of envy, many people admired the two of you. 

one of those people was not rafe cameron. 

you’d grown up with rafe, your families were friends and although you didn’t condone his unpredictable behaviour or ongoing attempts to ruin the pogues’ entire being, he was still a close friend of yours. your boyfriend had his opinion on rafe—everyone had their opinions on rafe—but ultimately he didn’t love you any less for being friends with him. rafe, despite what everyone thought, could actually be a good guy when he wasn’t driven by hatred or anger. you’d spent enough time with him to know. 

the biggest flaw in your friendship with rafe was, ironically, your relationship with pope. when you began dating pope, your friend made sure his opinion was heard. he hated the pogues more than anything on the earth, and made it known across the island. you weren’t technically a pogue yourself, having lived in figure eight for so long, but like your close friend kiara, you chose to live the pogue lifestyle. kooks were unnecessarily rude and stuck up and overall not good people, so you chose the people you actually enjoyed the company of. like your boyfriend, pope. 

“wait, i thought he was dead? didn’t he die in the last episode?”

“he came back to life,” pope explained, not very helpfully, while the two of you sat in your living room, your eyes glued to the flat screen television ahead that played pope’s favourite netflix show that you had agreed to watch. you were a little confused, and pope was doing an awful job at explaining. 

“this show is whack,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. pope chuckled, his chest vibrating with laughter as your head was resting against it, his fingers twirling in your hair. you tilted your head back, making the dark skinned boy look down. “what time is it? should we go?”

pope checked the time on his phone, a curse falling from his lips as he realized how late you were. “we should’ve left twenty minutes ago.”

“babe! i told you to remind me,” you groaned, sitting up while the boy grabbed the remote to shut off the tv. grabbing his hand, you pulled pope off the couch and out of the living room, making your way through the kitchen where your mom was. “we’re leaving now. i’ll be home later.”

“bye, you two! have fun!”

“bye, mrs. y/l/n,” pope said sweetly before you dragged him out of the house. the two of you climbed into your car, and you backed out of your driveway before getting onto the main road and heading to the boneyard—the pogues were throwing a kegger, a usual saturday night for you, and you promised you’d be there about ten minutes ago. 

oops. 

“are you still good to dd tonight?” pope had made sure to ask on the way over. you’d appointed yourself as designated driver for the night, seeing as drinking wasn’t really your favourite thing, and since pope had mentioned wanting to let loose tonight, you figured it made sense. pope rarely drank, so you wanted him to have fun. 

“yeah. you know i don’t really like drinking anyway,” you answered as you pulled into the lot off to the side of the beach. glancing over at your boyfriend who looked a little stressed, you smiled sweetly. “relax, babe. the whole point of tonight is for you to have fun, right?”

the boy nodded. pope wasn’t usually one to let loose. he was always worried about his parents or about school—somehow, you and jj had convinced him to take a break from all that tonight. how you got through to him, you had no idea.

you and pope made your way to the party, setting off to find your friends. even for the slightly late arrival, you were surprised how packed the beach was already. pogues, kooks, and tourons alike scattered across the sand, most of which had drinks in their hands as they mingled. you smiled when you laid eyes on kiara, and you pulled pope towards the group. 

“hey!” john b greeted as the two of you approached. jj immediately offered pope his drink, a red solo cup full of some unknown beer, and the boy with the darker skin grimaced before downing the liquid. 

“did you see rafe when you came in?” kiara asked, pulling you away from the sight of your boyfriend nearly gagging at the alcohol he’d just drank. at the mention of the kook’s name, you frowned and shook your head. rafe was at a boneyard party? “i saw him with kelce a couple minutes ago. who invited him?”

“it’s rafe cameron,” jj stated. “he doesn’t need an invite.”

the night went on, a bit boring from your perspective as everyone around you was drunk. even pope had gotten hammered, the boy being a total lightweight and getting tipsy off two beers. you had a hard time holding pope up as he stumbled around, while also trying your hardest not to laugh at the boy. you’d only seen pope drunk a couple times, but it would never fail to make you laugh at his stupid demeanour. 

you don’t know when, but at some point in the night your amusement of pope’s drunken stupor had morphed into annoyance. he was acting bitchier than usual, and the alcohol (which he was downing left and right) had him turning into another person. one that you didn’t necessarily like. 

“i don’t need you to parent me right now, y/n,” the boy slurred, his eyebrows downturned as he raised a weak finger at you. “you’re my bitch, not my mom.”

you scoffed—what did he just call you? “did you just call me your bitch?” you moved your arms to fold over your chest as you watched him try to find his balance with his sneakers sinking into the sand below him. 

“i did! and you’re definitely acting like one!” pope shouted, a little louder than you were sure he meant. he was really getting on your last nerve. 

“you know what? i’ve been standing here all night not having any fun because i promised you i wouldn’t drink,” you said. “but right now i don’t think i could even look at you without some alcohol in my system.”

“okay, fine! go get wasted, y/n,” pope said with a pout, stumbling a little as the liquid in his cup sloshed over the rim. he raised his hand again to point at you, a scowl on his lips. “go be with your kook friends! you… you kook!”

scoffing, you shook your head incredulously. you couldn’t believe how childish he was acting right now. “i can’t even with you.”

“i’ll find my own way home, y/n.” pope went off to find his friends, and you turned on your heel, practically fuming. all you wanted was a drink—thankfully, there was free beer being supplied. 

just as you were working the keg, filling up a plastic cup full of the god awful, but free, beer, you felt a hand grasp your shoulder. you jumped, dropping your half full cup to the ground before turning around, seeing a familiar face. you cursed. 

“rafe! ugh, don’t do that.” you bent down to pick up your cup, wiping the sand off on your shirt while rafe let out a low laugh, moving around to stand in front of you. you looked up, starting to fill your cup up again as you looked at rafe. “i heard you were lingering around. why are you at a kegger? you hate boneyard parties.”

“got nothing better to do on a saturday night,” rafe said, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against a large branch nearby. he raised an eyebrow at you, smirking boyishly. “figured i’d run into my favourite pogue here, anyways.”

smiling small, you looked back down at your drink that was nearly full. well at least if you didn’t have your boyfriend to keep you company, you had rafe. basically the next best thing. 

“saw you and heyward getting into it. what happened?” rafe wasn’t looked at as a nice person, per se, but you usually got special treatment. he’d been one of your closest friends since birth, after all. 

“oh, nothing. he’s just acting like a dick,” you mumbled, shutting the keg off and looking back up at rafe as he watched you intently, his eyes showing that he was listening, that he was interested. “when he drinks he gets kinda mean. it’s not really a big deal.”

“well if he’s treating you like a dick, then i feel like it is a big deal.” rafe moved to wrap an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before tapping the side of his cup with yours. “let’s get fucked up, yeah?”

you smiled up at him.

the alcohol had hit you a lot quicker than you expected, and soon enough you were stumbling around the beach with your hand clasped in rafe’s and the two of you laughing about everything and nothing. you loved rafe, the two of you had a special connection, and there was never a dull moment with him. like tonight, for example. unfortunately, you’d had a little too much to drink and were feeling a bit sick. you weren’t anywhere near sober, but rafe was so he offered to drive you home. 

“if you crash sheila, i’m going to be so mad at you,” you mumbled, pointing a shaky finger at the older boy in reference to your car. rafe laughed, shaking his head as he held you up with his arm slung underneath yours. “seriously. like, so mad. wait, should i tell pope? that i’m going home? what if he’s worried or something?”

“i’m sure it’s fine,” rafe assured you, but his eyes caught sight of the pogue standing over by the trees with kiara, and rafe figured he’d do you a solid and give you the satisfaction. so rafe whistled sharply, waving the boy over. he wasn’t nearly as under the influence as he was before.

“what do you—woah, y/n, you okay?” pope placed a hand on your arm to steady you, watching as your head lolled back and forth as you giggled. you reached out, booping his nose. pope looked up at rafe. “how much has she had to drink?”

“quite a bit. i was about to take her home,” rafe explained, adjusting his arm under you. you looked completely out of it, and you felt it too as pope’s gaze darted between the two of you. he knew you were friends, obviously, but that didn’t mean he trusted rafe. 

“you’re taking her home?”

“rafe is driving,” you remarked, doing your best to explain but not doing a very good job as your words slurred together. “i’m letting him drive sheila. but if he crashes her, i’m going to be sooo pissed.”

pope knew that you were not in any state to be driving, and he was still a little intoxicated himself so despite his better interest, he agreed to let rafe take you home. even if he didn’t trust the guy, he knew that rafe would never intentionally hurt you. “okay,” pope finally said with a firm nod. “can you make sure she texts me when she gets in safe though?”

rafe nodded, and the three of you said goodbye before rafe found the car and helped you into the passenger seat. he drove so smoothly that you didn’t even realize you were parked in your driveway until he was helping you inside. simply just helping you walk wasn’t doing the trick, so rafe resorted to carrying you over his shoulder as he brought you into your house. thankfully everyone was asleep so he carried you upstairs no problem, already knowing his way around your house from the many times he’d come over. 

rafe set you down on your bed, the door already shut from when you kicked it closed seconds before with a giggle, and moved to dig through your dresser. rafe turned around with a t-shirt and pajama shorts in his hands, throwing them at you, who lay still on the bed, giggling wickedly. 

“y/n, come on. you need to change into your pajamas because you can’t sleep in your clothes,” rafe instructed. you giggled some more, looking over at him before holding your arms out. 

“you do it.”

sighing, rafe walked over to you. first he started with your pants, slipping the jeans off quite easily and helping you get into your satin shorts. then came your top. he leaned forward, one knee on the bed to stabilize himself as he began unbuttoning your blouse. 

“woah there, big guy. at least take me to dinner first,” you giggled, and rafe rolled his eyes as he helped take your shirt off. you laid on the bed in your black bra and pajama shorts, looking up at him through your somehow still intact fake eyelashes, smiling innocently. “stop staring at me, creep.”

“i’m not staring.”

“you are too staring!” you pointed up at him, giggling some more before you tilted your head. “and you’re blushing.”

“i am not.” rafe grabbed the clean shirt, rolling it up to make it easier for him to put it on you, before you pouted and grabbed the shirt from him, throwing it across the room. rafe sighed, looking down at you. “y/n, seriously.”

“y/n, seriously,” you mimicked him, breaking character as you laughed again. “you’re so funny, rafe. way funnier than pope.”

“don’t say that,” he mumbled, moving across the room to grab the shirt again.

“say what? that i like you better than pope? it’s true.” you weren’t even hearing the words in your mouth, completely blacked out now from all the alcohol consumption that your little body had a hard time handling. rafe bent down to pick the shirt up off the floor, walking back over to you and throwing the article of clothing at you. 

“put it on,” he said grouchily, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“no,” you said, adding a little too much sass in your tone but you could care less. the look rafe was giving you only fueled your attitude. “who says i sleep with clothes on? hmm?”

“just put the shirt on, y/n.”

sitting up slightly, you blinked up at him flirtatiously, giving him a wicked smile. “you’re hot when you’re bossy.”

you could see his determination flicker before he quickly caught himself. scoffing, rafe shook his head and went over to switch the light off, cascading the room into a darkness that wasn’t entirely pitch black, as the lights from outside still shone in from your window. you got to your feet, a little wobbly but rafe caught you before you could fall on your face.

“you need to go to sleep, y/n.”

“why?”

“because you’re drunk and you’re gonna wish you’d slept for longer tomorrow morning.” rafe’s hands were on the curves of your waist, steadying you as you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely, smiling small. rafe began looking around, seemingly trying to avoid eye contact as he rambled. “you need to text pope, too. where’s your phone? i’ll do it.”

“don’t.” your words caused rafe to look back at you, meeting your eyes. the look you held wasn’t good and both of you knew it, but that didn’t stop you from blurting, “kiss me.”

it was incredible how quick rafe responded to the request you’d just made. “y/n, no.”

“come on,” you groaned, pulling him closer by tightening your hold on him. “i don’t even like pope anyway. i like you, rafe. i always have, and i just never wanted to tell you because i was scared but i’m not scared anymore so kiss me, rafe. please.”

rafe paused for a moment, like he was processing your words. kissing you was morally wrong -- yeah, he’d been in love with you since the day you met when you were, like, two years old, but that didn’t make it justifiable for him to kiss you. not when you had a boyfriend, and not when you were this drunk.

but if you kissed him first?

“fine,” you finally mumbled after realizing he wasn’t gonna answer. “i’ll do it.” so you did, and rafe did not hesitate to kiss you back. 

it was an instinct to deepen the kiss, his lips parting as your hands moved to his hair, tugging at the strands before he began walking you backwards. you found the bed, where rafe laid down and let you climb over him, your legs on either side of him as you bent down to connect your lips again. he tasted of mint and the slightest bit of alcohol, but that might’ve been you. your mind was too fuzzy to recall.

you readjusted so rafe was directly over you, one arm holding him up as the other found yours, lacing your fingers together as he pushed you down against the mattress. he was a fantastic kisser, which you had no doubt about, and knew how to move in a way that was so smooth and careful that you didn’t even realize he was grinding down on you until you felt his hard on against your clothed heat. your lips fell parted, a moan escaping as he took the opportunity to pull away and kiss down your jaw and your neck, sucking sweetly and making sure to leave a few marks. he released your hand to bring his down to your hip, lifting your leg to wrap around his torso and he squeezed the back of your thigh sensually as you felt his tongue dart out to wet the spot he’d just marked near your collarbone.

“rafe,” you breathed, your hands finding his hair, and it was then that rafe pulled away. his eyes fell down to meet yours.

“is this okay?”

“yeah.” you nodded. rafe leaned down to find your lips on his again, and you curled your fingers through his hair before he sat up. with your bottom lip between your teeth, you watched as rafe lifted his arms, one hand going to the back of his shirt and tugging it over his head. your gaze fell to his abs as he discarded the shirt, leaning forward to capture your lips over his once again. every thought or doubt of yours flew out the window when he kissed you, and you swore the rest of the night happened in a blur. 

he was kissing down your body, his lips working wonders on you. one moment his tongue was inside you, working you towards the edge and the next moment it was his dick rocking inside you at a steady pace. rafe did a good job of keeping you quiet, his hand wrapped around your throat, restricting your airways just enough as he buried himself inside you time and time again. you’d never been fucked like this, this good, and it was all overwhelming that this was rafe making you feel this good. he didn’t let you forget it as he constantly made you moan his name over and over. 

“feel so good around my cock, love.” the way he spoke to you made you moan even louder, the sound coming out weak as he choked you relentlessly, one hand on your throat and the other on your thigh, rubbing up and down. with your leg wrapped loosely around his hips rafe sunk into you at a different angle, hitting the spot each time before he could feel you clench around him, a knowing grunt leaving his lips as he moaned, “so fucking tight, princess. you like it when i fuck your cunt like this? you wanna cum?” you had no choice but to whine in response, the hand around your throat making it impossible to speak. “cum for me, angel. tell me how good i make you feel.”

this was far from any of the other guys you’d slept with. sure, the list wasn’t long, but it felt like nothing when you were with rafe. the way he made you cum, praising you all night long, and not to mention how he took care of you afterwards? he pulled the sheets over your body, leaving kisses across your stomach all the way up to your neck before he gave you the sweetest goodnight kiss. he rubbed your back until you fell asleep.

the next thing you knew, you were waking up in your bed with the sun shining way too bright, a frequent knocking sounding from your door. a bit confused and with a major headache pounding at your skull, you sat up, rubbing your eyes before they fell to the shirtless body in your bed next to you. his face was buried into the white pillow case as his back muscles were flexed, his arms hugging the pillow under him. fucking shit.

“y/n? honey?”

grimacing, you scrambled out of your bed, finding rafe’s shirt on the floor and slipping it over your head before turning the doorknob and opening the door slightly. “hi,” you whispered, smiling awkwardly at your mother.

“just wanted to make sure you were up,” your mom said, eyeing the way you held onto the door handle. “what, you got a boy in there?” she moved to peer around the corner but you stepped in front of her.

“no.”

“is pope here?”

“of course not,” you scoffed, gripping the handle so tight your knuckles were turning white. “i need to get changed. so, um--”

your mom got the hint, and after eyeing you again, she walked away. sighing out in relief, you went back into your room and locked the door, looking at rafe with a grimace. shit, shit, shit. shit.

“rafe,” you whisper-shouted, kneeling on the bed and crawling over to him. you sat back on your heels, placing a hand on his warm back before shaking him slightly. the boy let out a groan, mumbling something as he rolled his head to the side. “rafe, you need to leave before my mom sees you.”

“‘m fine, y/n.”

“i don’t care if you’re fine. i’m not and you need to leave.” you shook him again, and rafe rolled over fully, opening his eyes slowly before reaching a hand up to rub his eyes. quite adorably, might you add, but that was beside the point. “rafe, please.”

“i’ve spent the night before,” rafe mumbled, yawning as he stretched out his arms. “it’s fine, y/n. don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“i wouldn’t if i could find them,” you snapped, and your words had rafe sitting up in an instant. you raised your eyebrows at him, nodding. “yeah. that’s why you need to leave. and, like, now, please.”

“is he here?” rafe asked, his hand finding his hair before he peeled the sheets back and stepped out of bed, looking around for his boxers. you looked the other way out of courtesy.

“is who here?”

“your boyfriend.” you grimaced at the term, even though that’s exactly what pope was. what the fuck was wrong with you?

“no.”

“then why do i need to leave?” he questioned. scoffing, you looked back at the boy and shot him a look. was he being serious right now?

“really, rafe?”

“well i’m just saying--” rafe was interrupted by the sound of buzzing that both of you seemed to hear as you froze. slowly you stood up, following the sound to where your phone was on the ground underneath your jeans. hesitantly, you picked it up and flipped it over, reading the display name. shit. “who is it?”

“it’s pope.”

“let it ring,” rafe instructed. you shot him a look but ultimately followed his orders, watching as the call went to voicemail. then you looked back up at rafe, who had a look of guilt washed across his face. he met your eyes, licking his lips. “y/n--”

you shook your head and he fell silent.

you waited for rafe to get dressed, doing the same yourself, before you both headed downstairs rather quietly. you tried to sneak him out the back, considering he could just go across your lawn to get to his house, but by the time you opened the patio door you realized it was a shit idea. your mom was out in the backyard, thankfully with her back turned, so you ushered rafe back inside and you hurried to the front door.

“text me when you talk to pope, okay?” rafe said, looking up at you as he slipped on his sneakers. you nodded, your hand gripping the doorknob with such intensity your knuckles began to ache. rafe seemed to be the cure, though, as everything went numb when he looked at you with a certain look in his eyes while asking, “is it completely wrong that i wanna kiss you right now?”

“yes,” you said, but your hands found the sides of his neck as you pulled him down to meet your lips anyways. the kiss was quick, a bit messy but neither of you cared as you pulled away, your hearts racing. “bye.”

“mm, hold on.” rafe leaned in for another kiss, and you giggled as he pulled you close before filling the gap, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your face. against your lips he whispered, “my girl,” and you thought you would melt right then and there.

“i’m gonna kill you soon, cameron,” you whispered, and rafe pulled away with a smirk while you opened the door. you leaned against the doorframe and watched as rafe made his way down the steps of your house, but something felt wrong. his pace slowed to a stop and you frowned, peering around the corner. kiara’s car was in the driveway, but it was not kie -- it was pope. and he was pissed.

“seriously? rafe cameron?” the boy shouted as he walked around the front of the car.

“my favourite pogue. how’s life on the cut, dude?” rafe was egging him on at this point, but pope was not laughing with him -- in fact, he threw the first punch.

“pope! stop it!” you cried, running down the steps at the sight of rafe falling back from the force behind the punch. rafe laughed, standing up as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“that the best you can do, heyward?”

the dark skinned boy clenched his jaw, moving to attack rafe against but the kook was too fast and pope landed a punch to the hard brick wall of your house, and you winced in pain as you watched it. rafe laughed again, shaking his head. “i’m over here, buddy.”

“rafe, stop it!” you snapped, and the boy’s blue eyes flickered over to you. his expression softened, and in the single second he took to look at you, pope was back to defense mode. he was wailing on him, blood spewing from rafe’s lips as he fell to the pavement. you grabbed pope’s arm, spinning the boy around. “stop it, pope!”

“you didn’t fucking text me, y/n!” pope shouted, and the intensity of his voice made you take a step back. “i knew i shouldn’t have fucking let him take you home last night! i knew this would happen!”

“what, pope?” you asked, for whatever reason deciding to play dumb. “what did you know would happen?”

“you’re both kooks,” pope said, his voice a bit calmer now but the expression on his face saying otherwise. “i should have fucking known. i never trusted him. why else would he be leaving your house at nine in the morning? it’s fucking obvious, y/n. you’re even wearing his fucking shirt. you’re supposed to be wearing my shirt--you’re my girlfriend. not this prick’s.”

“he’s not a prick,” you mumbled, and pope only laughed in incredulity.

“you’re seriously defending him? holy fuck. why am i not surprised?” pope looked over at rafe, who was collecting himself from the rough encounter before. “from you, i expect this shit. but you,” pope turned to you, his eyes blazing with anger. “i thought you were better than this. but you’re just another fucking kook. i don’t know how i ever fell for your fucking lies.”

“don’t talk to her that way, man.”

“what, like she just cheated on me?” pope fired, and rafe immediately fell silent. pope scoffed, pointing with the hand he held his keys in between the two of you. “just a couple of fucking kooks. don’t even think about coming on the cut ever again. rafe, you know better than anyone i could fuck you up if i wanted.”

“would you like to prove it to me, princess?” rafe retorted snarkily, and you put a hand on his arm to ease him a bit as pope got back in his car. the pogue drove away seconds later, leaving you and rafe alone, standing in your driveway. you turned to the boy, your heart beating a million miles a minute.

rafe glanced down at you. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have--”

“no, it’s fine,” you said with a shake of your head. “i don’t care.” the crack in your voice said otherwise and rafe caught you in his arms before you even started crying. your sobs were muffled by the fabric of his shirt, your hands gripping onto the material as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“it’s okay, baby. shh, it’s okay.” as rafe held you, his fingers running through your hair soothingly, you heard the front door open and immediately your mom came running out. you gripped onto rafe tighter, burying your face in his chest.

“oh, y/n -- rafe sweetie, what happened?”

“pope came and, um...” rafe hesitated a bit, you felt his chin rest atop your head as he dropped his voice to a whisper, like he was trying to protect you from hearing. “he broke up with her. said she was just like the rest of the kooks. i saw it happen and came over.”

“oh, and he hit you? you poor things.” your mother was completely oblivious to what really happened, and you made a mental note to thank rafe later. “come on, let’s get you two inside and let me take a look at those wounds, rafe.”

as your mother walked back inside, rafe followed with his arm still around your shoulders, your hand coming up to wipe your tears. he stopped in the doorway, looking down the hall  before glancing down at you. lifting both of his hands to your face, rafe wiped away your tears, his eyes soft as he met yours. “it’s okay, sweetheart.”

“thank you.”

rafe pressed the gentlest kiss to your lips before smiling small, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. you did the same with yours around his torso, burying your face in your chest. lying to pope and lying to your mom, all within the last 12 hours, was a new experience for you. but for whatever reason, when rafe was there to back you up and even take a couple punches for the sake of it, a strange feeling came with it. like... pride?

maybe that was just a part of being a kook.

***

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[md-admissions]

2020 (The dumpster fire) in review

I’m BACK after a long, long year. I’m working on figuring out the evolution of this page/blog. It’s brought me a lot of joy over the years and I want it grow as I grow. What that means, I’m trying to sort out. 

But for now...let’s talk about THE year.

1 - What did you do in 2020 that you’d never done before?

Survive a pandemic, publish in JAMA, start teletherapy, enjoy dating, kiss someone while sober, I ALSO KINDA DATED SOMEONE, GUYS! Got broken up with, healing from the break up, started a twitter, took on leadership roles I’ve never taken on, took my ID Boards exam, gave job talks, interviewed for jobs remotely, bought a recording microphone, lost 50 pounds (intentionally!!). Started a master’s degree, QUIT the degree program.  2 - Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I kept 5 out of 7 of my New Years resolutions!! So I’m absolutely making more.

3 - Did anyone close to you give birth?

Guys...nine people. Count ‘em. Nine people. All my close friends. Gave birth. Like...end me. 

4 - Did anyone close to you die?

No but I knew many who died. Or bore witness.

5 - What countries did you visit?

I narrowly avoided country-passed quarantines in January as I flew back from Asia. Won’t say what countries for now.

6 - What would you like to have in 2021 that you lacked in 2020?

More progress in radical honesty, vulnerability, healing traumas that have held me back from creating healthy boundaries. More time with friends, more art, more music. More time unafraid to love and be loved. 7 - What date from 2020 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

11/4/2020. Took my ID boards that day.

8 - What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Publishing in JAMA with a colleague I have the privilege to call a phenomenal friend and the best collaborator I’ve ever had. 

9 - What was your biggest failure?

Waiting so long to finally hear my inner voice tell me that master’s degree wasn’t where or who I was anymore 10 - Did you suffer illness or injury?

Minor things.  11 - What was the best thing you bought?

The lap desk I’m currently using. Or my noise cancelling headphones. 12 - Whose behavior merited celebration?

My ID division. We fucking came together during this horrible shit. I’ve never been prouder or felt closer to a group of colleagues. 13 - Whose behavior made you appalled or depressed?

Anti-maskers, most of the US government, the list is so long.

14 - Where did most of your money go?

Food and clothes. Clothes because I lost so much weight I needed new clothing

15 - What did you get really, really, really excited passionate about?

Excited feels like a strong word. I was passionate about many things. Passionate about BLM, PPE shortages, writing out my advanced directives. Mentoring during a pandemic, being a mentee during a pandemic.  16 - What song(s) will always remind you of 2020?

Betty Who: You’re In Love 17 - Compared to this time last year, are you: I. Happier or sadder?

Sadder, but I know it’s the only way to feel after such an awful year. And that it will take me to a happier me as I continue to work through it.  II. Thinner or fatter?

Thinner

III. Richer or poorer?

Richer.

18 - What do you wish you’d done more of?

Therapy 19 - What do you wish you’d done less of?

Think that I was alone and only I could solve my problems 20 - How will you be spending/spent christmas?

Christmas at home with some Chinese take-out and watching It’s a Wonderful Life

21 - Did you fall in love in 2020?

No but I learned to really like someone without becoming infatuated 22 - How many one-night stands?

Zero. 23 - What was your favorite tv program?

Next in Fashion, Legendary, Bridgerton, Giri/Haji, Castlevania

24 - Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

Uh hell yeah 25 - What was the best book you read?

This is How you Lose the Time War 26 - What was your greatest musical discovery?

This will sound odd but...re-discovering my own love for singing and music 27 - What did you want and get?

To publish meaningful research, to break internal emotional barriers, to stop using food to address feelings and actually ADDRESS them, to make true friends 28 - What was your favorite film of this year?

Gosh...I don’t remember any this year. Was kinda...drowning in work

29 - What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I turned 32 and I got donuts for the infection control and stewardship departments that I work in! I ordered fancy Thai take out. I slept in. 30 - What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

No pandemic. A girl can dream.

31 - How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2020?

LA pop/punk, but make it office 32 - What kept you sane?

The Ologies podcast. Intense talks with friends. 33 - Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

KEANU REEVES. ALWAYS. Especially this year. 

34 - What political/social issue stirred you the most?

Black Lives Matter.  35 - Who did you miss?

My best friend.  36 - Who was the best new person you met?

For all the pain I’m currently going through, a guy I met at work who I maybe-kinda-sorta-dated for 2 months. I made some wild breakthroughs and grew a lot from it, even though it didn’t end the way I wanted. I’m grateful for the me that’s growing and becoming through that experience.

37 - Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2020:

The best, most authentic people are vulnerable because it’s scary as fuck and necessary

#year in review #2020 in review #a dumpster fire year

[angelhummel]

could you rank the degrassi next class characters?

gladly!! also sorry in advance if you love any of the characters im about to shit on lol

20. Frankie Hollingsworth. Almost had her second to last but. No. Klu Klux Fran?? The ZOO?? I can't even talk about her she's just so damn annoying and racist and omg. And she was being pushed as the new Main Girl which made everything all the more offensive and unbearable

19. Esme Song. Sorry but I do not think she had a single redeeming trait. She had nothing she stood for, no actual character beyond being an antagonist to every single other person on the show. Like she thinks Shay is stupid for being embarrassed about getting her period on her boyfriend's pants, and yet she calls Yael disgusting for having armpit hair?? So what's the truth? And people are like "well she's mentally ill" to excuse all she does. Well Maya is mentally ill and Esme makes fun of her too. So who's side are we on? Like I would've liked to see her get help and develop but we didn't get that so.

18. Hunter Hollingsworth. Terrorist. Not even interesting enough to be an actual school shooter. Just a waste of a character. Sexist, violent, had a plot about wanting to play video games at school. I'm so bored. Only not at the bottom bc I feel like he wasn't in my face as much

17 & 16. Baaz Nahir & Vijay Maraj. Thing 1 and Thing 2 to the would be school shooter. Clowns. They were a terrible group and I cringed any time they had a plot together. Annoying together, useless on their own. Hard pass

15. Yael Baron. The final member of the above group. Was mostly boring and annoying and especially dumb for being romantically interested in Hunter. Only gets bonus points for their coming out as nonbinary plot. After their makeover I was literally crying

14. Jonah Haak. Mostly disliked him for being in a relationship with Frankie. Like I'm sure they were only a year or two apart but he felt so much older than her. It was gross. And mostly he's just really blah. The attempt at a straight edge character at that point was. Hilarious. at least.

13. Winston Chu. Seemed harmless at first but idk all the boys were shifted high into clown mode when this show hit netflix. The incident with the geisha and Japanese soldier costumes? Defending Zoe against Esme? Then later telling Goldi maybe she should take her hijab off to cause less of a fuss? Bruh.

12. Saad Al'Maliki. Honestly I felt like he was the one with the most braincells most of the time. Probably pissed me off the least. But he was also in the least amount of episodes and didn't make much of an impression on me. Was mostly just boring. But I'll take boring over everything that came before

11. Lola Pacini. Degrassi has a knack for introducing the worst and most obnoxious characters and then eventually making you love them. Lola was not quite that. I hated her for the longest time but it decreased a bit near the end. I got emotional when she had her abortion. And when she gave Yael their makeover. And when she reached out to Saad and convinced him not to leave. I feel like I could've grown to like her more if the show went on, but again... Oh also I hate her and Miles together sorry

10. Grace Cardinal. Ugh Grace is confusing to me. I wasn't the biggest fan of her story with Zoe. I mean sure you're allowed to hook up with someone and then realize "oh that's not for me" but it was handled so awkwardly. Like she slept with Zoe just to be like "damn i hate when everyone thinks i'm a lesbian :/" like why. Idk she was fine but I'm not over the moon about her

9. Goldi Nahir. Ugh okay I feel like they didn't know what to do with her. Like she had the plotline about if she should take off her hijab or not. And she had to teach the poor whities about racism. That was about it? She was adorable and sweet and a bright spot in the show but ugh she deserved better than what she was surrounded with lol

8. Shay Powers. Again, it's not her fault she's stuck in a show written by 70 year old white people. But the black girl is completely oblivious to the racism of her friend? She has to ask her dad if a racist thing is really racist? She's never experienced racism? Ok Degrassi. They treat all their black girls like shit and I feel like I just stan them out of spite bc of that lol. But she's cool and a nice person and she's into sports so she's at least doing stuff

7. Rasha Zuabi. Another generally nice and cool character that I have positive feelings for. Also she was gay so yay. Loved her story with Zoe. I think there was just one moment where I was like "wtf are you doing" but compared to everyone else it's not a big deal

6. Zig Novak. I have to admit that all my enjoyment of his character comes from before Next Class. He was such a sweetie and then he left and came back acting dumb as hell. That was not my boy in Next Class. But ahhh he's still my boy sorry I love him <3

5. Deon "Tiny" Bell. Basically the same as Zig above. But I feel like he maybe had a few less moments of being an asshole? Also his promposal for Shay was cute <3 Wait didn't he also date Lola? Wasn't a fan of that either.

4. Zoe Rivas. She was the one dressed up as a geisha lol (: Oh boy Next Class was something else. Umm it was nice to see her process of accepting herself as a lesbian. I feel like it took forever tho. Which is understandable irl but this is a tv show lol. I didn't enjoy her sucking Zig off in the woods. Not fun. But her relationship with Rasha was one of my fave things about NC

3. Tristan Milligan. The amount of hate Tristan gets is faaaar too much. He's one of my favorites of the whole show honestly. I think he's funny and dramatic and a great addition to the show. But he gets knocked down bc I can't remember anything he did in Next Class other than BEING IN A FUCKING COMA FOR A WHOLE SEASON. He's already Owen's brother, he's suffered enough. But I love his relationship with Miles. And him helping Zoe accept herself

2. Miles Hollingsworth. Yes another character I wasn't fond of at first. Hated his relationship with Zoe and thought he was just boring. Truthfully I think I only became interested when he started dating Tristan lol. Plus omg with his family?? It's a miracle he got out at all. He went through so much bullshit and he was especially going through it in Next Class. He was kind of a hot mess but also I just care a lot about him. He deserves the world <3

1. Maya Matlin. Is Maya really my fave?? I guess so! Yet another character I wasn't fond of at first. Which is insane bc we just got to the part in our rewatch where she first shows up and I'm like !!! baby girl!! So precious!!! And I wanted to cry thinking of what she's about to go through. I feel like her character is treated with some of the most respect and care. Her motivations and mental health decline all make sense storywise. I just care a lot about her and got super emotional watching everything in her story, especially the later parts in NC

Wow this is a lot!! But I hope you enjoyed my ranking and explanations lol. Also like. Everyone was racist. Everyone was mentally ill. That was the whole show. It was a hot mess and truth be told I am not a fan. Even the characters I love, they were acting weird here. Like I said about Zig and Tiny and their character regression. And I think it was the same for like Tristan and Zoe and plenty of others too. Everyone was off, idk how to explain it. But that's my ranking for the hot mess that was Next Class!!

Thank you for the ask, ily <3

#degrassi #degrassi next class #not glee #asks #answered #my thoughts #anonymous #anti frankie hollingsworth #anti esme song #anti hunter hollingsworth #i think those are the worst #also omg i really forgot until i started typing #im like esme was mentally ill who cares lol #then was like .... hunter was in a mental health facility also #and zoe was self harming #being mentally ill doesnt make you a good character lol everyone had something wrong with them smh #guns tw #school shooting tw #racism tw #coma tw #self harm tw #suicide tw #lmk if i need to tag anything else

[ohgodmyeyes]

hi! I was curious as to what are both your fav and least fav versions of anakin? (like aotc, rots, old force ghost, clone wars, etc)

This is such an exciting question, but I'll try to be succinct instead of long-winded and boring. (My stories are already there for that.) Here's a quick rundown of a few different Anakins, from my most treasured to the one (and only one) I tend to side-eye: 

ROTJ Anakin / Force Ghost Anakin - I'm grouping these guys together, because I love them all for the same reason, and that reason is that they DID it. ROTJ Anakin is the Anakin who finds himself again; who takes responsibility for his family, and a huge step toward atoning for the things he's done. He spends ROTJ slowly changing; we see it in how he regards the Emperor, and the way he regards Luke. The closest thing he’s ever going to do to getting his wife back, realistically, is saving his son and finally openly defying Palpatine. It doesn’t matter that anyone else knows Vader has been rescued from himself, or that he was really a good man all along. Luke knows, and that’s enough; it’s part of why their relationship is so special to me. Luke is the only living person who says a proper goodbye to Anakin: He knew all along that it was worth it to try to know him. That’s beautiful.

His journey isn't finished at this stage, exactly, but his he's in a better place than he's ever been, and I love him for it. He's hope personified, even for the very worst of us.

As an aside— physicality isn't a barrier to any of this; I love him all busted up and dying, I love him as a fully-healed Sebastian Shaw, and as a pretty, young Hayden Christensen.

Padawan Anakin / AOTC Anakin / Jedi Quest Anakin - In second place is a much younger iteration of him— a sad, lonely kid who's easily excitable, and dangerous, somehow, without being at all frightening. He's a mixed-up kid who's had a less-than-ideal upbringing, bound to an ancient prophecy no one knows enough about. He cries out constantly to be held and loved; he's got his heart in his hand, and he's always ready to give it away to the next person who shows him kindness— or who even just needs him. 

He's still so compassionate and well-intentioned at this point in his life, even when it doesn't benefit him. He can be petty and sensitive, although anyone would be, if they had to bear the kind of weight Anakin carries on his own shoulders at that age. His emotions sometimes run amok, but his heart is still so good... and more importantly than that, he knows it. He still has hope, for himself and for others, despite the overwhelming sense of 'otherness' he tends to feel. That's what sets him apart from Vader for me, even though I think AOTC Ani resembles the ultimate, 'suited' Darth Vader a lot more than the Anakin we meet at the beginning of ROTS. 

Plus— although this is fairly irrelevant— AOTC Anakin happens to be Anakin at peak hotness. No damn wig is going to change that, nor is the sad fact of my own rapidly-advancing age. :) 

Little Kid Anakin / TPM Anakin - The sweet baby version of Anakin comes in next for me. The altruism he struggles to hang onto until he finally falls is front-and-centre at this stage. He's tough by necessity (obviously, he's a fucking slave), but he isn't jaded yet— largely owing to his mother. Even when he loses Qui-Gon and gets to the Temple and struggles to integrate, his heart just stays enormous. God knows what he's already been through, but he never stops trying, and there's nothing fake about his confidence at this stage in his life. I love that; I think we could all stand to be a bit more like nine-year-old Anakin Skywalker.

There's an Anakin & Reader story on ao3 by @itohan called 'Kuebiko', and it's a beautiful depiction of what it might be like to be a caregiver for a very young Anakin. It's headed for some pretty sad places, to be sure, but there's a lot of sweetness and lovely (sometimes chilling) little insights into his character that I don't otherwise get to see very often. Anyone else with a soft spot for child Ani should go and read it.

'Classic' Vader, between the end of ROTS and the end of ANH - This is an enormous chunk of time, but again, I think it's more helpful than not if I just group these iterations of him together, at least for the purpose of compiling this list. It's horrific and tragic and a devastating waste of potential, but Anakin really does spend a huge amount of time mired in a thick, dark cloud of grief and anger. He convinces himself of a lot of stupid shit during this period in his life: 'Anakin is dead, I'm fulfilling my destiny, I can get Padmé back, she'd love all this ORDER I'm bringing, blah blah blah'. Every ounce of his extraordinary control is purely surface-level; he's a raging wildfire inside for a longer period of time than I think nearly anyone else could realistically sustain (as in, Kylo Ren was always going to die at 30, and I'm surprised I didn't, too lol).

He's empowered by his shitstain of a 'Master' to hurt and kill people against everything that once made him who he was, and no one can know he suffers for it (or for the loss of his wife, or the family he wishes he could have raised with her). No one can know anything about him; he's a man playing a part who can't ever take off his costume. Everything hurts him, and the only places he can turn to for comfort are the battlefield, and the inside of his own head. He has profound disabilities of every imaginable nature, and receives no more than the most cursory physical maintenance to remedy them. He escapes into his missions, but every one of those is a slight against his own better nature. His personal pursuits don't benefit him either; for basically twenty years of his life, he's living in an emotional storm— it ebbs and flows, but it never lets up, and his entire existence is set up specifically to reward the most despicable of his behaviour.

He doesn't make very many genuine emotional breakthroughs, because he's not allowed— just tricked and lied to and manipulated and taken advantage of, even when he's the one ostensibly in 'control'. His life only starts again when Luke comes into it; again, one more reason their connection is so special to me.

I'm going to go ahead and recommend another Anakin/Reader story by a different author; it's called 'mrfiveohone' by DarthDoritos, and it's on ao3. It's a brilliant exploration of what a strange, budding relationship with a youngish Vader might look like, and just an overall beautiful portrait of escalating intimacy on top of that. Another one I would highly recommend (completion status notwithstanding) is called 'Afterimage', and it is by garnettrees, also on ao3. It's a very dark Vaderdala story that gets right inside Anakin's head in the most wonderful ways. He never stops loving Padmé, and in that, he never truly stops being who he is. 

This is the Vader I (admittedly somewhat dramatically) see the most of myself in. It puts us at-odds sometimes, but my urge to get up underneath that mask and make him feel worthy of his own name is insurmountable. I love him because if I didn't, I'd be in trouble. 

Which brings us to TCW Anakin… who is, perhaps, the only version of Anakin I can honestly say I don't care for. Which is fine, because the show itself really isn't my kind of thing. Suffice to say, that particular depiction of him departs so dramatically from any of the other ones I've known (or listed here) that I just can't get into it, no matter how hard I try. 

I'm going to end this with a shout-out to Lego Anakin! I've never seen a shitty version of Lego Anakin, whether in a cartoon or on my desk at home. :)

Thank you for asking, anon. That was fun to write out!

#anakin skywalker #thanks anon #fanfiction #headcanon #boring to everyone but me #i am trying to answer all of my asks #the nice ones anyway #late #too long

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 46 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Pearl invited Adore to a party

This Chapter: Adore has a very bad week, the design team gets more cronuts, and Raven has a lunch date with her bestie.

***

“I don’t understand…”

It had been a great night. Pearl had picked her up, both of them dressed to kill, Adore’s hair freshly dyed an icy turquoise. They’d had dinner, laughing their asses off while they swapped stories about concert debauchery and their favorite bands, and then went onto the party. It was just hours of dancing and flashing lights and pounding bass, their bodies pressed together, chemistry electric like it’d been when they first got together.

Things were so heated at one point that Pearl dragged Adore off to fuck her against a brick wall, making her shiver and moan, fingers gripping the lapels of Pearl’s motorcycle jacket.

After the party, they’d gone to an all-night diner in DUMBO for pancakes, sharing sticky kisses, leaving most of the food untouched as they giggled happily, party drugs slowly leaving their systems.

And then lastly, they’d wandered over to the bridge, the best spot in the whole city to watch the sunrise.

It was then, snuggled in Pearl’s arms as they watched the sky slowly begin to brighten, the first faint rays of light turning a few clouds pink, when Adore carefully brought up the idea of being monogamous. If not now, she figured, clinging together under a cotton-candy sky, then when.

“This open thing, I just...I feel like it’s making me paranoid, you know?”

What she wasn’t expecting, not after a night like that, was that Pearl would immediately let go of her, shaking her head, saying, “I’m just not ready for that.”

Which brought them to the present moment.

“I don’t understand…” Adore began, eyes welling up with tears. “Didn’t you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, of course. I always have fun with you,” Pearl said.

“So then why-” Adore gulped as a single tear spilled down her cheek. “Why am I not enough for you?”

“It’s not that! You’re great. You are. There are just things I miss when we’re together. And I don’t want to make you a promise that I can’t keep.”

“Like what? What do you miss?”

“Like…” Pearl faltered. “Like, little lacy panties and kissing with lipgloss. Having a manicured hand in my hair while I eat a girl out. Watching an ass in high heels and smelling floral perfumes. Carrying her tiny purse-”

“So...I’m not femme enough?” Adore asked, head still shaking in confusion.

“You’re the one who asked.” Pearl sighed, pushing away from the bridge. “I like you, and it makes me sound like a douche, but, I dunno Adore. I’m a lesbian. I like girls. Sometimes-” Pearl looked over at her. “Sometimes you seem more like a boy.”

Adore swore she could feel her heart shatter, a wrecked sob leaving her. Growing up, one of her biggest sources of shame was not being enough of a “girl.” She never liked frilly things, she never liked the things her older sisters did, like ballet classes and fashion and shopping. She remembered being a kid, bored silly with the endless conversations about nail polish and push-up bras that she was subjected to.

When she came out, one of the best things was that a lot of those expectations were suddenly removed, lifted from her shoulders. She could make her own rules, and so she did. But sometimes, secretly, she still worried. She still glanced at her reflection when in a group of other girls, still wondered sometimes how she measured up.

Most of the time, she got plenty of validation--her friends praising her constantly, and even her sister’s lighthearted shade was affectionate, never failing to slip in a compliment. So she was able to curb her inner demons, really believe that she was beautiful and cute and lovable, even if she wasn’t the most feminine.

But today, hearing Pearl’s honest opinion...it was like someone confirming her worst fear. Like a boy. As she continued crying, her chest aching, she felt like even more of a monster than she ever had.

“C’mon, don’t cry.” Pearl didn’t touch her, and Adore was so thankful for that, as it would have made everything worse. “You’re a really cool boy, and it’s fun to spend time with you.”

“Just stop talking.”

“Let’s get a cab and head back-”

“You think I wanna ride in a cab with you right now?!” Adore asked angrily, swiping at her eyes, surely smearing her makeup even more. “Fuck you!”

“Adore-”

“Just go!” she exclaimed hoarsely, glaring right into Pearl’s tired eyes, daring her.

After a resigned sigh, Pearl muttered, “Whatever you say,” and turned, walking back towards Brooklyn.

***

Courtney had almost finished getting ready for work, putting the last touches on her makeup and looking for a pair of earrings both plain enough to be acceptable, but that she was certain she hadn’t worn in the last two weeks. She’d just pulled out a pair of small, inoffensive black hoops when her phone started buzzing, sending a wave of fear and nausea through her all at once.

It was barely 6:30, and getting a phone call at this time could only mean that there was some pending disaster for her at work--or worse, something she’d already screwed up. She reached for the phone with her heart in throat, stomach churning, only to see to her surprise that it wasn’t her work phone ringing. Brow furrowed, she picked up her old personal iPhone, wondering what could be wrong.

“Adore? Are you okay?”

“Pearl and I broke up,” came Adore’s shaky voice, hitching on the last word.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

“We had the best night, I thought things were turning around, and then she-”

What came next was almost totally incomprehensible as Adore tried to speak through her sobs.

“Where are you, honey? Do you need me to come and-”

“I’m on the Brooklyn Bridge.”

“You’re what!?” Courtney’s heart nearly stopped, panic rushing through her like a bolt of lightning.

“No, I’m…It’s just cause we were at a party here. Don’t-” Adore managed to chuckle drily through her tears. “Don’t worry.”

“Oh. Okay. Good.”

“I’m just gonna walk across and then like...I dunno. Probably go home and sleep all day. But I thought...maybe we could hang out this week?”

“Of course! Whenever you want, just say the word. Okay?”

“Okay. Thanks. I’m sorry to...I know you’re probably heading to work, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You know you can call me anytime. And Dore?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

Pearl was leaning back in her chair, her eyes closed, a constant throb behind her right eye.

Normally, she had nothing against the big glass doors and windows that let her entire team see her at all times, the installment of them her own choice, but right now, Pearl desperately wished she had a private office.

She was feeling absolutely wretched from last night, and if she was being honest, it wasn’t just leftover alcohol and party drugs that had her feeling like shit.

Adore had completely misunderstood, had refused to listen to her when she explained herself, the whole thing a terrible terrible mess.

It wasn’t Pearl’s fault that Adore had agreed to something she apparently wasn’t cool with, this whole situation only happening because Adore didn’t actually know herself.

Pearl crossed her arms, groaning, the lie comforting for a moment, but it was just that, a lie.

Adore had asked for honesty, but it seemed like Pearl had made a mistake indulging it. She didn’t know what to do, the guilty feeling new and unfamiliar.

“Pearl?” Pearl opened her eyes to see Laganja standing at her door, a curious expression on her face. “I need you to-”

“I don’t need to do shit until after you get me a coffee.”

“Okay boss?” Laganja raised an eyebrow. “Way to be a bitch.”

Laganja turned around and walked away, Pearl groaning as she slid even further down her chair, today going from bad to worse to terrible.

***

“Hello! Earth to Chachki.”

“Huh?” Violet looked up, Bob’s voice cutting through her thoughts. It was midmorning, Trixie coming into work with boxes of cronuts, a smile on his face as the designers had flocked around him.

Everyone had gathered at the couches, Violet’s stack of magazines she had already read in the corner, Maxwell asking if he could read them when she was done.

“Are you going to eat that?” Bob pointed at Violet’s plate.

“Oh.” Violet looked down, the pastry untouched. “Umh-” April had been kind enough to bring Violet a plate without being asked, her and Alexis sitting side by side. “What’s Trixie’s deal with these anyway?”

“With the cronuts?” Jovan looked over at her, Maxwell next to him.

“It means there’s a tough week ahead-” Maxwell waved his cronut around. “It’s kind of an apology in advance.”

“Ha,” Violet smiled, that statement so fitting with everything she knew of Trixie, the man downstairs in a meeting with Bendela.

“And the question still stands on whether or not you're eating that,” Bob nodded, his eyes still firmly on Violet’s cronut.

“Ah.” She hadn’t even tasted it, but Violet was not in the mood, Sutan’s question about Aspen still playing around in her head. “No.”

“Dibs then!” Blu grinned, reaching over the coffee table and snatching it from Violet’s plate.

“Hey!” Bob yelled, outrage on his face. “That was mine.”

“We can share it.” Blu smiled, breaking it in two.

“You guys,” Alexis rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her coffee as she flicked to the next page. “Awww, look!” Alexis lit up, turning the magazine around. “Remember when Lupita Nyong’o wore my dress to the Grammys?”

“Gimme!” Maxwell reached out, snatching it from Alexis' hand and Violet leaned over so she could see too, Jovan inches away from her.

Lupita looked stunning in her dark blue gown, the flowy skirt making her look like a goddess, Alexis’ signature draping all over it.

“She looks great,” Violet said, “You should be very proud.”

“Thanks, girl!”

Violet looked closer at the page, grimacing when she saw Katy Perry’s weirdly unflattering, asymmetrical suit.

“Katy Perry, though, what an absolute mess. It looks as if Maxwell and Jovan collabed while on acid.”

The second the words left her mouth, Violet regretted them.

This was the first time she had spoken her mind around her new coworkers, the first time she had let out her most sarcastic and dry thoughts, her heart speeding up.

Jovan and Maxwell looked at each other, and Violet tensed, prepared for the angry response she was sure would be coming. But instead of snapping at her or putting her in her place, both men burst out laughing, the rest of the group quickly joining in.

This was unlike anything Violet had ever experienced in school, her peers not laughing at her, but apparently with her instead, the feeling completely new. No one giving her death stares or looking at her like she was a stain on a carpet.

“Omigod, draaag them!” Bob exclaimed, wiping his eyes.

“I-” Violet didn’t know what to say. As a child, she had kept her mouth shut, never saying anything, even when it got her in trouble. It had gotten better at the academy, her body speaking for her, but her classmates and coworkers had taken her silence as a judgement, her corrections of their work like attacks instead of the advice she had meant it as.

In college, she had just stopped giving her opinion all together, another girl leaving a critique in tears when Violet had shared her honest thoughts.

“I didn’t mean-”

“Just to be clear,” Maxwell smiled, “I refuse to have this color story pinned on me.”

“Oh girl shut up,” Jovan grabbed the magazine. “It’s not the colors that makes this terrible, it’s the fucking cut. Are you blind?”

“Anything but the neckline is fine.”

“Okay, so you are blind?”

“I think all of it looks like shit too.”

“BLU!”

Violet smiled, watching her coworkers argue, for once, feeling like she completely and absolutely belonged with them.

***

Bianca stepped off the elevator into her foyer, nearly tripping over a pair of studded black combat boots telling her that she wasn’t coming home to her usual empty apartment.

“Adore? Hello? Where are you?”

Bianca walked through the living room and dining room to the kitchen, assuming that’s where she’d find her sister, but there was no Adore to be found.

“Adore!”

She started to get concerned when yipping from the dogs guided her into the den, where Adore was curled up on the giant L-shaped sofa, buried under 3 blankets, a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the coffee table.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Adore looked up, blue eyes red and watery, lip quivering, and Bianca immediately softened at the sight.

“What’s wrong?” Bianca asked, although she had a pretty good idea already.

Adore rubbed her eyes and sniffled before saying, “Please just don’t say ‘I told you so,’ okay?”

“Aww, baby girl…” Bianca rushed to her side, wrapping her up into a hug and rocking her, rubbing her back, letting her cry it out. “I’m so sorry, pussycat.”

“I’m so stupid,” Adore cried into her neck, and Bianca shook her head vigorously.

“You’re not. Not at all. She’s the stupid one. Okay?” Bianca murmured against her temple.

“Do you have any ice cream?”

Bianca smiled slightly, brushing away a few of Adore’s tears with her thumbs. “I’ll have some delivered. Cookie dough or fudge brownie?”

“Both.”

“Coming right up.” Bianca pressed a kiss to Adore’s forehead and reached for her phone. The fact that things between Adore and Pearl had ended like this was no surprise, not to anyone with half a brain, but she still felt badly for her sister, would still do anything possible to help her feel better.

***

“Juju!” Raven stood up, smiling brightly as she watched her best friend make her way through the restaurant. “It’s so good to see you!” Raven pulled her in for a hug, breathing in the scent of the coconut oil Juju always used.

“Hi gorgeous!” Juju said, hugging her back, and Raven grinned, pulling back to take her in.

Juju looked amazing, her brown hair styled in her signature curls, her blouse of the day a satin lilac with a bow. And of course that bump, growing every day.

“Mama, how did you grow this much in two weeks?” Raven put a hand on Juju’s belly, a tight pencil skirt holding it in. She couldn’t feel the baby yet, but that didn’t matter.

“My best guess is curly fries.” Juju laughed. “I’ve been hitting up Arby’s on my way home from the salon every day, because I…” Juju framed her face with triumphant jazz hands, “am garbage!”

“That’s why we love you,” Raven giggled, pressing a kiss to her friend’s cheek before getting back into their seats.

Raven and Juju had been friends for years. Raven had liked Juju from the moment they met,  Sutan putting her in Juju’s salon chair the second he had signed her for Elite, but they hadn’t officially clicked until she had started dating Raja.

Raven had never really had a best friend growing up, and she was so happy that she had Juju, even though they didn’t see each other as much as they both wanted to. Raven often visited the Sanderson household, spending her evenings there sometimes when Raja worked late--but with the twins, Detox and Kelly around, they rarely had time just the two of them. So as soon as the waiter came by and took their orders, she got down to business.

“Tell me all about your trip!” Raven said. “How’s the new location doing?”

“Oh man. I mean it’s going well so far, but could I have chosen a worse time to open up a new salon? I’m so busy already, and now this new kid. I’m a little worried.”

Juju’s New York salon was such a success that over the years she’d opened up several more locations: Los Angeles, Miami, and Chicago. And now, her latest one in Atlanta, opened just a month before she’d found out that she was pregnant again.

“If anyone can do it, you can!” Raven told her with an encouraging squeeze, remembering how hectic things had been after the twins were born. “Look at it this way...at least it’s only one baby this time.”

“Ha! That’s true. Anyway, so far so good. Plus it’s around the corner from the best restaurant I have ever been, in my life”

“In Atlanta?” Raven asked, stirring her iced tea, one eyebrow raised.

“Yes, don’t be such a snob!” Juju laughed.

“Whatever you say,” Raven replied.

“Rave, seriously. I mean the food was good, but the desserts?”

Raven perked up, eyes getting bigger and bigger as Juju proceeded to describe a decadent chocolate mousse cheesecake and coconut bread pudding soufflé.

“Stop, omigod!” she finally interrupted, picking up her napkin to fan herself with it. “This is too public. It’s like watching porn on the subway.”

Jujubee laughed, clapping her hands. “Sounds fun! I’m gonna try that. Also...” Juju gestured to the dessert tray rolling by, piled high with confections.

“Ugh, I would push my grandmother in front of a bus for one of those!” Raven groaned, and Juju laughed again.

“So have one! You can’t still be on your runway diet, right?”

“No, I am. “ Raven sighed. “Galactica is doing that showroom thing for the holiday collection next week, and in December I have two swimwear shoots.”

Just thinking about it, Raven groaned. She was excited about the Galactica booking, showroom shows technically way below her level of modeling, but Raven took any excuse she could to work with Raja, spending time with her finacée more than enough reason to put up with the tedious task of playing mannequin for the day.

What was starting not to feel worth it, was the swimwear shoots.

Raven wanted the money, and she was happy she had work, but she couldn’t wait for Thanksgiving, Sutan giving her a mere 6 hours of carte blanche to eat whatever she wanted.

“I’ve been in the gym two hours every day, eating like, grass and leaves.”

Raja had been sweet about it, encouraging her and helping her, but her fiancée just didn’t understand, getting in shape and most importantly keeping the same shape never an issue for Raja, Raja’s measurements largely the same in her 40s as they had been in her 20s. Raven was just happy that Raja seemed to love her body no matter what, the grind of being perfect getting harder and harder every year.

“It’s been horrendous.”

“Aww, I’m sorry boo.” Juju reached over the table, squeezing Raven’s forearm. “If it helps, Kelly’s getting into cooking and yesterday she made us the most god-awful pancakes I’ve ever had. I didn’t want to discourage her so I had five.”

“How is you eating five pancakes supposed to make me feel better?!” Raven shrieked.

“They were terrible!”

“They were pancakes! Do you know how long it’s been since I had a pancake, you fuckin’ bitch?!”

Juju opened her mouth to reply, but instead, caught sight of the absolutely enraged expression on her friend’s face and burst out laughing. Soon both of them were laughing, clutching their sides, completely unconcerned with the number of Upper East Side ladies giving them the stink-eye.

***

COURTNEY: Hey honey, how’s it going?

ADORE: Well. Bianca is keeping the liquor cabinet well-stocked, so...counting my blessings.

COURTNEY: I really want to see you.

ADORE: Me too. Ditch work tomorrow and come hang out with me.

COURTNEY: Ha! I wish.

ADORE: Maybe Friday? Sleepover at my place?

COURTNEY: It’s a date. <3

***

“If you’d please direct your attention to the beading samples in front of you, I’ve made horizontal and vertical variations, the horizontal the pattern I’ve integrated on the bodice-”

As an assistant, Violet had been used to Fame’s steely blue eyes every single day, a squint, a lifted brow, the twist of a mouth more than enough to tell Violet everything she needed to know.

Now, it felt like Fame was a complete stranger, her boss sitting with Raja at her side, both of them completely impassive, Fame’s face not giving anything away.

“And it’s my clear conviction that that will be the best choice, the lines creating a more pleasant visual.”

Violet knew it wasn’t her outfit, her hair styled with a golden clip exactly like Fame liked it, her nails the almond shape and pale pink that was never a problem, her shoes the regulated height so Violet wouldn’t tower over Fame if they had to walk anywhere together.

“For the sleeves, I hope you’ll considered the flared options,” Violet twisted her mannequin, showing off the right sleeve that she had carefully attached with loose stitches to her dress, “But I’ve also done a more traditional slender-”

“Violet.”

Violet froze, looking over at Fame, her boss wearing a white sweater and white high waisted pants, the row of pearls on her Jimmy Choo’s matching her bracelet and earrings.

“That’s all.”

“Oh,” Violet felt her stomach clench, a flash of disappointment washing over her. “Yes Miss.”

Violet grabbed her mannequin, knowing defeat when it was staring her in the face. She had no idea what she had done wrong, Fame cutting her off mid sentence, all the other designers getting feedback or questions.

Violet watched as Alexis rolled up, the other woman instantly filling out the room with her personality, even making Raja laugh as she showed off the several garments she was working on.

Violet swallowed her disappointment, breathing through her nose as she left the meeting room, her nails digging into her palm.

Years of ballet had taught her that sometimes, even your best wasn’t enough, but without feedback, Violet had no idea what to change or how to fix the situation.

She sat at her desk, tailoring thankfully sending up a package with options for details on her prêt-à-porter so she could distract herself.

Violet was going over the button options for the clothes that would end up mass produced for the stores, when she felt Trixie’s hand on her shoulder.

“Good work today Violet.” Trixie smiled, sitting down on the edge of her desk. He was wearing a blue fuzzy sweater with a teddy bear on it, the creation so clearly made by Katya, a clipboard in his hand.

“Thanks.” Violet bit her cheek, doing her best not to let the disappointment show on her face.

“I know it’s tough right now, not knowing where you stand, but remember. You’re most likely already in the collection somewhere.” Trixie’s voice was soft, which actually only made Violet feel worse, his compassion not at all what she needed. “While we’re waiting for placements and final feedback, I need you to focus on Holiday.”

“Yes.” Violet nodded. She only had one piece in the holiday collection, but she still had to do her best.

“Everything is happening Monday, and I hope you’re ready for it. I expect you to be there bright and early, getting to know how these things work will be crucial for your further career here.”

“Yes sir-” Violet cut herself off, the sir feeling all wrong. “You got it coach.”

#rpdr fanfiction #thedane #veronica #galactica #adore x pearl #adore delano #pearl liaison #courtney act #violet chachki #bianca del rio #raven #jujubee #miss fame #trixie mattel #lesbian au #fashion au #bob the drag queen #miz cracker #yvie oddly #blu hydrangea

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Firecracker | Park Jimin

Now that you had worked your way up to the advanced contemporary class, you had to face your most trying challenge yet; Park Jimin. The man was infuriating, always picking on you, giving you so many reasons to hate him including one very, very humiliating nickname...

Firecracker.

But when you have to dance with him one evening, the tension builds and builds and spills over. Perhaps you need to... reflect... on your behaviour?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Word Count: 11k

WARNINGS: dom!Jimin, fem reader, angst and frustration, teasing, a lot of smirking, so much staring, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, some spanking, dirty talk, MAJOR mirror/reflection kink, multiple orgasms, cum tasting (f), hair pulling, brief choking, fish-hooking, forced selfcest, unprotected sex (assume birth control), creampie 

A/N: Welcome to Jimin being a smug little shit and winding you up until you can’t tell if you wanna punch him or fuck him. We all know the damage that THAT stare can do...

You weren’t familiar with this building, and so – just as cliché as was to be expected in your life – you were late for your first advanced contemporary class. Wonderful.

These halls were so difficult to navigate. Your previous building was so much easier, but now that you’d transferred from the intermediate to the advanced class, you’d had to move on. Why on earth did your academy have to host all the advanced classes in a building across town from your regular studios? The inconvenience of the situation was aggravating, and now that you were late to your first lesson your mood was rather, shall we say, stormy.

You looked down at the schedule and map on you’d been given by your previous instructor that told you the room you were looking for was 4B, and instructor’s name was Park Jimin. You huffed in frustration at realising you had in fact passed the door to your class as soon as you had stepped in. The map was printed upside down on the page before your eyes. That would explain it…

When you finally found the studio you were looking for and barged in, the class of twenty students all stopped their stretches and turned to glare at you. You clutched onto the strap of your gym bag, averting their gaze and shuffling your feet with nerves and anxiety coursing through you.

“Ah, ____?” a young man’s voice called to you. You snapped your head up to see your instructor – Park Jimin, according to your useless schedule and map – turning to look at you too, his phone in hand and plugged into the sound system. His eyes trailed over your body and a smirk formed on his lips. “Late to your first class? Not the best impression…” he scolded.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find the room…”

“I didn’t ask for an excuse. Find a spot and start stretching, we have a lot to cover today. This won’t be anything like your intermediate classes…” His expression read as teasing; the smirk, the eyebrow lifting as he spoke, the bright eyes boring into yours.

Great. Your new instructor was a prick. Just what you needed.

You walked to the back of the room, dumping your gym bag and tugging your shoes, socks and hoodie off to leave you wearing your yoga pants and oversized tee. You joined the back row of dancers to start your stretches, limbering up for the rest of the class.

Looking around, you noticed the class was a pretty balanced mix of male and female students, all wearing similar attire to you, a couple of the other girls wearing leotards instead that hugged their figures and showed off every lean muscle as they stretched.

“Alright so, new student with us today. _____, give us a wave in the mirror,” Jimin was facing the large wall of mirrors at the front of the class, looking at you in the reflection. You raised your hand to wave sheepishly back at him, eyes darting across the class staring at you in the mirror. “I’ve heard some good things about you, little miss prodigy. Worked your way up here pretty fast, huh?” he smirked, eyes staring into yours as a flush rose to your cheeks.

True enough, you’d worked your way through the beginner and intermediate classes within just six months of joining the academy, whereas it took most people a minimum of six months to complete just one class. But you had managed to whiz through your preliminary exams, land the solos in the bi-annual showcases and generally be noticed by the academy’s leader, Mina Myoung. She’d been keeping an eye on your progress and asked to see you personally, wondering if you were ready to face the advanced classes.

And now, here you were, feeling more than a little humiliated at being called a “prodigy” in front of the entire class.

“Prodigy? Jeez, no pressure…” you muttered, annoyance clear on your features.

“Not a fan of that nickname, huh? Seems we’ve got quite the firecracker in our midst, class,” he smirked, still staring at you, challenging you. “That’s fine. Firecracker works too,” he winked.

He winked.

Oh god, as if you weren’t already humiliated enough, now he was giving you nicknames? First impressions are so important to you, and your first impression of Park Jimin was quite clear; asshole. No, not even just asshole. By the vibe he was giving off, he came across as ‘flirty-asshole ladies’ man cliché’.

“Alright class, we’re starting a new number today, I’m gonna need two groups; story we’re telling is of a rivalry. For the showcase we’ll have a number of group dances, a couple of solos and one or two duets. We’ll focus on the group numbers for now. From the first few sessions I’ll pick out those deserving of the solos and duets, then you’ll have focus sessions on top of group classes,” Jimin explained, eyes darting from each dancer in the mirror as he spoke.

You can’t lie, you wanted one of those solos, or at least a duet. You felt a need to be noticed, to prove that you deserved your place in the advanced class. Jimin had already made you feel so small, passing judgement on you and in some twisted way, forcing the others to pass the same judgement on you too. You’d work your ass off for one of those solo spots.

Jimin split the class into two, running through the choreography bit by bit, focussing mostly on the first minute of the track he’d chosen for the rivalry number. You had to admit, watching the way he moved made you realise exactly why he was such a coveted instructor at the academy. Every movement of his was so fluid, looking absolutely effortless. You caught yourself staring slack-jawed a few times, mesmerised by the way his body moved.

You told yourself it was just the dancing that had you mesmerised and slapped yourself mentally to bring yourself back down to earth.

But what you hadn’t noticed, was Jimin had caught on. In the mirror, he’d been able to see the way your eyes followed him, watching far more intently than the other students in the room. He revelled in it, his arrogance and ego visible in his smirk.

He lined everybody up, giving them their starting positions.

“Firecracker, front and centre. You’re gonna show me what you can do, stay where I can see you,” he clicked his fingers and pointed at the spot directly in front of him. You lowered your head and sulked your way to the front, standing not even a foot away from Jimin. He watched, amused at your shyness.

“Just call me by my name…” you muttered to him, eyes darting up to watch his smirk turn into a smile that forced his eyes to close. He chuckled and took a step back.

“No,” he said simply. “Alright, first section, here goes… 5, 6, 7,8…” You followed the moves he had instructed of the group perfectly, watching yourself in the mirror to make sure you didn’t make any mistakes. Jimin watched you too, not giving any of the other dancers a second glance at all. He wanted you to prove yourself just as much as you wanted to. You were a pretty little thing, and with a feisty bit of back talk to you; he could have a lot of fun with you.

By the end of the class you were a sweaty, run down mess. Yet still you made no mistakes, hitting every beat and moving so fluidly that Jimin had to admit to himself he was impressed.

“Alright, good start guys. I’m already getting a good idea of who I want for the solos and duets, but there’s still a couple of sessions to change my mind. Firecracker, not bad for your first class. I’ll expect good things from now on. That is, of course, if today wasn’t just a fluke…” he shrugged, turning to face the class now. “Grab your stuff, get hydrated, and head out. See you Thursday.”

The class turned to the back wall where bags and bottles of water littered the floor. You wondered over to yours, taking a seat and unscrewing the cap to your water bottle, guzzling the remainder of it down in a few short gulps.

“I don’t think she’s that good…” you heard someone mutter from the corner. “You saw the way she was looking at Jimin, right? Pathetic…” a girl giggled to her friend.

“She looks like she knows what she’s doing, Daeun. She only just started, be nice…” another girl whispered. Both of them were terrible at keeping their voices down, clearly.

“As if… She got so embarrassed too when he called her out. Hilarious,” Daeun scoffed, taking a sip of water. You turned your head away from the conversation, focusing instead on putting your socks and shoes back on, getting ready to leave. You expected to face people like this in the advanced class; entitled, bitchy girls and asshole jocks who thought they were the shit.

You could hear them behind you; Daeun making snide remarks and nasty comments and her friend, trying to shush her.

“Daeun, something you want to share with the class?” Jimin called to her, an eyebrow raised and a sassy hand on his hip.

“Huh?” she turned to him, caught off guard. The room fell silent.

“I said, something you wish to share?” he pressed.

“N-no, Jimin…” she shook her head, eyes wide. Her friend beside her cowered too, occupying herself with her gym bag.

“No? Well you were talking loud enough for me to hear you, I assumed you wanted the world to know. May I suggest keeping your mouth shut if you have nothing nice to say?” he tilted his head, staring at her, gaze never faltering.

“S-Sorry…” she lowered her head in a respectful bow, eyes flicking down to you sat on the floor. She turned and grabbed her stuff, leaving the room quickly with her friend and a few other students in tow. You sat there, tying your shoes with a blush on your face. You hated this, all the attention on you. As a dancer, of course, you wanted it on stage, when you’re dancing. But this was nothing but negative attention and it was flustering you.

The room cleared out as you stood up, draping your bag over your shoulder.

“Hey, firecracker!” Jimin called after you when you turned to leave. You span on your heels, chewing the inside of your cheek at the nickname. “You did good, today. I meant that. Ignore Daeun, she’s known for being a little…”

“Bitchy?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I’ve dealt with worse.”

“I’m sure you have,” he smirked, staring at you again. He seemed to stare a lot. It was like he was challenging you, waiting for you to become uncomfortable and turn away. You fought it for as long as you could, returning the stare but eventually, you looked away, readjusting the strap on your shoulder awkwardly. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. If you do, I’m sure I can find a place for you in one of the solos.” You nodded and turned, heading back to the door, but not before catching a glimpse of Jimin in the mirror, watching you walk away and biting his lip with another signature smirk.

*****

After two weeks of classes, and another two group numbers started, you were beginning to get frustrated. After your first session, Jimin had become unbearably harsh on you. He picked up on every tiny little flaw, called you out for the smallest things in front of the class. And the worst part was he seemed to be enjoying it.

He would smile, or chuckle at your reactions every time he did so, referring to you only as your nickname that you had grown to absolutely loathe. You were working your ass off to be here, to get those parts you so desperately wanted in the showcase, to prove yourself to him and everyone else around you but he was doing his very best to aggravate you.

As he wrapped up another class, he turned from his reflection in the mirror to look at the group of students all taking a rest on the floor of the studio.

“Alright, solos and duets have been decided. Schedules have been printed for those lucky enough to get one. The rest of you, it’s business as usual, but don’t be discouraged.” He turned to the folder he’d rested up against the mirror wall and pulled out a small stack of papers to reel off to their prospective owners.

“Okay, Junghyun… Yejoon… Yoojin… Eunsuh…” he wondered through people on the floor, handing them their schedules as they each muttered excitedly about what they had been given. “Firecracker…” he called your nickname, and you groaned audibly. Immediately you saw him smirk and shake his head in amusement. “What’s wrong, Firecracker? Don’t want this?” he held the paper away from you, teasing the part you’d worked for.

“Of course I do…” you grumbled, snatching the paper as he handed it over and wondered to the front again.

“We’re done for today, get your stuff and head out.” The class stood and headed to the back wall as had become routine, but you sat in place, looking over your new schedule and the description of the part you had been handed.

‘_____, Duet with Junghyun.

Song: ‘Woman’ by Harry Styles.

Theme: Lust & attraction

Schedule: Duet classes Tuesday and Friday evening slots. 7:30pm – 9:30pm’

But… you’d worked so hard for a solo? And he’d said that… You hadn’t been slacking, so why had he decided against a solo for you?

As the room cleared out you stood to challenge him, walking over to the corner with the stereo in where Jimin now stood.

“Jimin…” you called to him assertively.

“What’s up, firecracker?” he gleamed, smiling brightly at you.

“You said if I kept it up, you’d give me a solo… What did I do wrong?” you slapped your hands against your sides in exasperation, clearly pissed at the final call.

“____, if you had done something wrong, you’d have got nothing at all. I just thought you and Junghyun had great chemistry, you look good together in the group numbers. And I know you could nail the choreography for this,” he shrugged. “Take this as a life lesson. Sometimes no matter how hard you work, you don’t quite get everything you want.” He winked at you and turned back to the stereo to unplug his phone from the cables.

“I’ve barely danced with Junghyun, how could we have good chemistry?” you argued.

“I just see it. If you don’t want the duet, I’ll give it to someone who does,” he threatened, not turning to look at you now.

“Ugh… fine,” you span on your heels and stomped toward your bag at the back of the room, realising now that you were the last to leave. You grabbed the strap and threw it over your shoulder, barely slipping your shoes on to storm out.

“Oh, and firecracker!” Jimin called after you. You stopped dead, looking over your shoulder at him. “Watch that attitude, sweetie. You could get yourself in a lot of trouble,” he smiled coyly, chuckling to himself as you slammed the studio door behind you.

*****

A few weeks into your duet sessions, you started to relax into the routine a little more. It was quite sultry, but given the song you were dancing to, it made sense. Junghyun remained professional about it, able to slip into actor-mode much like you for the dance.

The storyline of your piece was simple; the two of you clearly attracted to each other but teasing each other. The choreography showed this perfectly. Hands would roam your body, hips would roll to the music, your faces would come close together as if you were about to kiss. It was incredibly sexy, but of course, you remained professional also.

It wasn’t that Junghyun was unattractive; far from it. He was tall, around 6’2, a good jawline, pretty almond eyes, well defined muscles like almost all the dancers in the class and bless him, he had a heart of gold. But the chemistry Jimin had told you he saw between you was merely in dance.

“Alright, that looks nice guys. Firecracker, try and work on your eyes a little more, make yourself look him up and down when he pulls you close on the eighth beat,” Jimin instructed. You nodded, no longer reacting to each and every time he used that damn nickname. You figured if you didn’t, he’d get bored of it. “Great, run it again.”

He dragged the playback on his phone to the start of the verse and let it play. You re-enacted the steps as advised, letting your eyes wonder over Junghyun’s body as he pulled you close to him. As the harsh off-beats of the chorus came through the speakers, you pushed him off, as the choreography dictated, only for him to grab your wrist and spin you until the next off-beat, stopping dead with your leg hitched up to his hip. It really was an incredibly sexy choreo, and perhaps you could see a glimmer of something in Junghyun’s eyes that wasn’t necessarily anything to do with the ‘acting’ side of the dance.

“Much better,” Jimin clapped, pausing the track. “This is going to look great, guys. I can really feel a sexual tension between the two of you.” You wrinkled your nose at the idea, Junghyun rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly at the comment. “I think that’s it for this session. Feel free to head out.”

The two of you went to grab your bags, dabbing your forehead with a paper towel and slipping into your shoes. Junghyun came to stand over you as you did, bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey so, um… I know we’re just dance partners and all, but I was thinking… If you’d like to get a drink sometime, outside of class… well, I’d like that,” he smiled at the floor, shuffling his feet with nerves. Oh, god. This is what you had been worried about. This is what you had been noticing. There was an attraction there that you didn’t reciprocate… But would turning him down make the dance stiffen? The chemistry dissipate?

“Oh, uh… M-maybe after the showcase? I’m kind of busy with um… stuff.” Smooth, _____.

“It’s cool, you can just say no if you’re not interested. Like I said, we’re just dance partners…” he smiled sweetly, but you could see the disappointment in his face.

“Sorry… I’m not saying no, I’m just… saying maybe not now.” What a cop out. Junghyun nodded.

“Well, if you change your mind... Great work today,” he smiled, before heading out the door as quickly as the poor boy could, his deflated ego dragging along the floor behind him.

A silence settled on the room as you shuffled into your shoes, collecting your stuff to pack into your bag.

“Why’d you turn him down?” Jimin asked from the other side of the studio. Damn, you’d forgotten he was still in the room. And listening in, apparently…

“Is it any of your business?” you snapped, looking up at him with crossed brows and angry eyes. He held his hands up in defence, a chuckle raising his chest.

“Sorry, firecracker. Just doesn’t make sense. He’s an attractive guy, smart, good dude. What’s not to like? Other girls are falling over their feet to get him to notice them.”

“And I’m not one of them. Yes, he’s nice. I’m just not interested. I’m allowed to not be interested,” you remained guarded, annoyed that he felt the need to comment at all.

“Alright, alright… just don’t make the dance awkward…” he turned back to whatever he was doing, letting you escape the room unscathed, hopefully with a modicum of dignity still intact.

*****

The session after the awkward encounter with Junghyun, he didn’t show. You and Jimin waited for a further ten minutes after you were due to begin, and nothing. Only when Jimin rang him to find out if he was going to come in at all, did he find out that he had – apparently – come down with some kind of stomach bug. But you had your suspicions that of course, he was distancing himself from you, feeling too awkward to face you after you denied him.

“Damnit, I suppose I’ll just grab my stuff and-“

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jimin stopped you from hoisting your stuff onto your shoulder and heading home with a strong look and a very affirmative tone.

“Well, if he’s not gonna show, we can’t exactly practise…” you started.

“Of course, you can. I know the choreography. You’ll dance with me. Put your stuff down, take your shoes off. You’re not getting off that lightly, firecracker.”

Oh, wonderful. You were going to dance with your instructor; the same instructor you loathed because he just couldn’t seem to leave you the fuck alone. The same instructor who winks at you whenever he says something to deliberately infuriate you. The same instructor who challenges you constantly with staring contests to intimidate you that you just can’t seem to win, no matter how hard you try.

Why not just take off your clothes and have a juvenile humiliation nightmare? That would just top it all off, wouldn’t it?

You sulked your way to the back corner of the studio, dumping your bag and taking your shoes and socks off, readying yourself to dance. You stripped yourself of your sweater, smoothing out your yoga pants and sports bra and took a long drink of water, before stepping back to the middle of the dancefloor.

When you looked up, Jimin was stood with his arms folded over his chest, that same infuriating smirk on his face as per usual, but his eyes were dragging themselves over your body in your dancewear. You coughed obnoxiously.

“Do you have the whole routine down yet?” he asked when his eyes finally fell on yours.

“Yes,” you deadpanned, starting your stretches in the mirror.

“Good, we’ll give it a run through and see what you need to work on,” he nodded to himself, watching you stretch from the corner of his eye as he fiddled with the stereo. A few beats of silence passed as you took some deep breaths and bent to touch your toes, wrapping your wrists around your ankles. “I think you must have frightened him off,” Jimin chuckled.

“What?” you bit back.

“Junghyun. Stomach bug is a very… vague ailment, don’t you think?” Jimin laughed, scrolling through his phone to get to the song in question.

“I don’t really think it’s any of your business,” you grumbled. “Besides, if I can remain professional then I don’t see why he can’t. I’m sure he’ll be back for the next practise.” You straightened up, stretching your elbows behind your back. Jimin sets the song on repeat and begins the track, stepping into the centre of the room.

“If not, you’re stuck with me,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you as he took up position behind you. “We’ll start at the chorus. Hard to press play when you’re all the way over here.” You took up your position for the start of the chorus, and Jimin took Junghyun’s; stood on your left-hand side, with his one hand on your waist, one on your chin making you look into his eyes.

You told yourself to remain professional, to just get through the practise and Junghyun would be back soon, because if you let yourself realise the gravity of the situation you had found yourself in, you may have thought that maybe – just maybe – you liked being in Jimin’s arms this way.

The first beat of the chorus came, and you pushed Jimin away from you as the choreography suggested, only for him to grab your wrist and spin you, pulling you to him and lifting your thigh to sit on his hip. The two of you swayed for another beat, foreheads pressed together as if you were completely besotted before he spun you again, so he was leaning over you.

The entire choreography was a back and forth display like this, a battle of sexual dominance to music. He’d pull you close, you’d push him away. You’d look like you were about to kiss, you’d turn your head with a smirk. Your hips would roll together, and then you’d leave him standing alone and reaching out for you.

By the end of the song the pair of you were out of breath, ending in each other’s arms. You were leaning back, neck exposed, and he was hovering just above your throat. His hot breath skimmed the surface of your skin and his arm wrapped around your waist; the other arm outstretched behind him. You had both danced beautifully, neither of you missing a single beat, or mis-stepping at all.

The pair of you lingered there just a beat too long to be deemed comfortable, out of breath and far too close for your liking. You lingered there just long enough for the track to start playing again, repeating itself like Jimin had programmed it to. You could feel the way he panted on your skin, and although you wanted to straighten up and push him away from you, you couldn’t move. In fact, it was him who moved first.

He straightened up with you still in his arms, pulling you with him to stand in front of you so close you could still feel his breath, now on your face.

“Good, very good. Even your facial expressions were decent. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you actually wanted me,” he jeered smugly. That was the wake-up call you needed, pushing him away from you.

“Don’t be a creep, Jimin. It’s a damn dance.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t get to see that first verse. Grab a drink, when it loops back, we’ll start it again,” he gestured to your bag in the corner, and wondered off to his own by the stereo. You did as he suggested, keeping your back to him to hide your reddening face. You were embarrassed. Of what, you weren’t too sure, but the still-cold bottle of water you’d bought from the vending machine on the way in did nothing to cool the heat in your face.

From the opposite corner, Jimin watched you with wary eyes. He had to tread very carefully here. He knew the way he was flirting was morally ambiguous… He knew the way he teased you was totally juvenile… He knew he was going too far, and yet he just couldn’t stop himself.

The way you scolded him, rolled your eyes at him, scoffed at him with everything he did just set his blood alight. He could feel an instant attraction to you the second you rocked up to your first class late, but when you answered him back in a way none of his other students ever had, god, did it turn him on.

You dropped the water bottle to the bag at your feet and made your way back to the centre, ready to start the dance over again when the start repeated itself once more. Jimin joined you, both taking up your starting positions.

You ran through the dance in full, again, never missing a step. However, this time you just couldn’t look him in the eye. You weren’t entirely sure why, but a fresh flush of heat would rise over your cheeks every time your eyes did actually meet, to the point where it was unbearable to look at him or bother acting at all. Jimin picked up on this, and being the infuriating little shit, he was, called you out on it when you finished the run through.

“What was that?” he asked panting, running his hands through his hair that was beginning to dampen with sweat.

“What was what?” you asked, averting his gaze again in favour of pushing your own hair out of your face and stretching your toes as if it made the blind bit of difference.

“In order for the chemistry to actually work, _____, you have to look at me,” he scorned.

“I was focussing on the moves, this time. It’s no big deal!” you defended, more for your sake than his. There was no way you were ready to admit to yourself that you couldn’t look him in the eye because you were shy.

“It is a big deal! You need to immerse yourself in the story, firecracker, otherwise the moves don’t flow the way they’re supposed to!” he dropped his hands to his sides with a huff, his patience seeming to wear thin.

“Alright fine, I just wanted to perfect my posture and stuff. Lay off!” you bit back at him, perhaps a little too harsh.

“I’m your instructor, it’s not in my job description to ‘lay off’,” he soured, rolling his eyes.

“Well, maybe it should be. You’ve been on my ass ever since I stepped foot in this studio.” What on earth was possessing you to talk to another human with such venom in your tone was beyond you, but Jimin was so infuriating. And what was even more infuriating than Jimin? The fact that you were so attracted to him.

“Well when you walk into my studio with an attitude, I will be. Get in position, we’ll do it again,” he ordered, snapping his fingers at the floor in front of you. You groaned but did as you were told, the tension in the room now far too heightened to push any further.

You waited for the song to loop back, very aware of the way he was stood off to the side behind you, his lips so close to your ear and hooded, angry eyes watching you in your reflection in the mirror.

“At least if you’re gonna be pissy with me, channel it into the dance and really fight against me,” he whispered.

The song started up again, and just like Jimin had suggested, you channelled all your frustration, all your anger, all your negative energy into the storyline of the dance. Every time you pushed him away, you really pushed. But with the same ferocity, every time he grabbed you, it was with tighter, firmer grasps, which in turn only made you fight against him more.

The heat between you both was becoming an inferno, something neither of you would be able to ignore for much longer. The way his eyes bore into yours, staring deeper than just the surface layer every time you looked at him in the choreo, and every time you caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. It almost felt like there wasn’t a single moment you weren’t both looking into each other’s souls, waiting for the other to break.

You were not backing down this time. The outcome of this dance was supposed to be on your terms. You were the one who kept pushing him away, until you decided to take him. That was the whole damn story. So, if he wanted you to act it up, then by god, you would act it the fuck up.

By the end of another run through, the pair of you were out of breath and sweaty, gripping onto each other.

“Again,” Jimin stood up quickly, giving both of you no time to recover before the song started up again, and you got into the starting positions almost immediately. Somehow, it became even more intense. Having had no time to recover, you were both putting your bodies through some rigorous training, testing your stamina. But neither of you backed down.

This particular run through somehow felt more intimate than before. The strain on both of your bodies had Jimin making… noises. Some of his more difficult moves forced a grunt out of his throat, each one seeming to smack you in the face harder. But as you were struggling with your own difficult moves, you were making much similar noises, and they were affecting Jimin just as much.

His grip on you was impossibly tight, his strength when he pushed and pulled you around enough to throw you across the room, had it not been for your counter-strength. And that stare… you noticed it even more so now, and it was sparking a feeling in you that frightened you.

Jimin span you into the second chorus the way he was supposed to, but as you caught his gaze in front of you and heard him grunt as he spun you once again, you lost all concentration. Your feet didn’t do as they were instructed, and you slipped, falling to the floor.

“Ah!” you cried out as you hit the ground with an indignant grunt. “Fuck!” you yelled at yourself, laying on your front and trying to get your breath back.

Jimin made no attempt to help you up, instead storming over to the stereo to switch the playback off.

“What the hell was that?” he scolded, eyes darkened and sweat dripping from the strands of hair that had clumped together in front of his eyes. He came to stand over you again, looking down at you as you rolled onto your back, raising an arm to rest on your forehead as you breathed rapidly.

“L-lost my… footing,” you panted.

“Seriously? How could you fuck that up, it was a simple spin, firecracker!”

You sat bolt upright then, staring up at him with pure rage in your face.

“You practically fucking threw me, Jimin! God damn, it’s supposed to be somewhat tender, isn’t it?”

“Tender?! So, what’s this?” he yelled, lifting his shirt to show the red splotches on his skin you had created with your own grip. Frankly, you were horrified. Had you really made those marks? Perhaps you had just got a little too lost in… whatever you were feeling.

Jimin saw the look of shock on your face and his features instantly softened, just a touch, just enough to make him look slightly less terrifying.

“Look, I gave as good as I got,” he sighed.

“Huh?” you asked, and he raised his eyebrows, nodding at your waist and arms. You looked down to see very similar angry marks on your skin.

“Jesus…” You stood up and stepped up to the mirror wall to inspect the marks closer. You could literally see where he had held onto you, pushed you, pulled you. Vibrant shades of red scattered your waist and arms, one even around your neck… Jimin stepped up behind you, looking into the reflection to see his handiwork.

“Got a bit heated back there, huh?” he chuckled, the smugness returning to his face.

“You piss me off,” you deadpanned, “and you kept pushing.”

“I’m your dance teacher, it’s my job to push you.”

“Yeah well you need to learn when to back off, Jimin,” you scoffed, noticing the mark around your neck and stepping further towards the mirror to get a closer look. “Damn…”

The mark on your neck sent a little thrill running through you. It had been so long since anyone had-

Stop that, right now. You do not have a crush on your dance teacher. You do not have a crush on Park fucking Jimin. You do not want his hands wrapped around your throat. You do not want any part of him wrapped anywhere on you.

“Perhaps I was a bit harsh. Your form is actually, uh… quite impressive,” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “And from what I could see in the mirror, you move beautifully. You have no problem with this choreo. Except when you dance it with me…”

You looked back up at him in the mirror, seeing him smiling down at the floor.

“Tell me, _____; why do I distract you so much?” his gaze lifted to your eyes in the mirror, another frustrating smirk on his demonically handsome face. “And don’t tell me it’s because you hate me, because the way you dance with me tells me otherwise.”

“And what does my dancing say about my hatred towards you, exactly?”

“You don’t hate me at all. And if you do, it’s not for the reason you seem to think…” He took a step closer to you, his eyes flicking between your reflection and the back of your head.

“I hate you because you’re a mouthy little gob-shite with an ego to rival Kanye West’s,” you spat, watching him carefully. He threw his head back in laughter, a hand flying to his stomach to contain himself.

“Please, firecracker… I’ve seen the way you look at me. Isn’t there just a hint of… arousal? Don’t you hate me because for some reason – and you don’t know why – you find yourself, just a little attracted to me?” he took another step closer, using his famous stare against you as a weapon. He chewed on his bottom lip, daring you to look away, but you wouldn’t. You were stubborn, and he was pissing you off.

“You wish, Park Jimin,” you laughed spitefully.

“Hmm, I think I do actually, yeah…” his stare momentarily flickered down your body before landing back onto your face. “I certainly wish a girl like you were attracted to me. Talented, sexy, feisty…”

Your heartbeat quickened in your chest as he stepped close enough to you that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he spoke. He placed both his hands on your waist and his chin on your shoulder, still staring into your eyes with amusement as he watched your expression turn into one of panic.

But you couldn’t look away.

“I know you think I’m a flirt and an asshole, but believe me… I wasn’t that bad, until you started talking back to me. You seem to get me all riled up, Firecracker.”

“D-don’t call me that…” you stuttered, frozen in place.

“Fine,” he chuckled. “I’ll have to find another nickname for you instead…”

“J-just ____, no nickname.”

“You sure about that… princess?” he watched your reaction carefully in the reflection in front of you both.

Your cheeks are what gave you away first; the redness that started to glow on the apples of your cheeks. He noticed the way you twiddled with your fingers, the way your thighs clenched together just a little tighter, the way your body tensed up.

“Oh? Princess; do you like that?” he smiled brightly, showing off his beautifully white teeth to you. You stayed quiet, refusing to admit to your mistake of showing him the kind of affect he had on you.

The hands on your waist tugged at you, spinning you until your back was facing the mirror and suddenly, he was pushing you against the cool surface, hovering dangerously close to your lips and watching your expression change to an innocent form of anxiety.

“J-Jimin…”

“Yes, princess?” his gaze dropped to your lips as his tongue swiped over his own. You had noticed those lips before, but seeing them up close was completely different… They looked so soft, so thick like plump little pillows and if you were honest, you were dying to know how they felt against your own.

“A-are you gonna kiss me?” you asked, your voice tiny and soft.

“Well, this is a very different _____ than I’m used to, hmm? So shy all of a sudden… Do you want me to kiss you, princess?” he teased. You nodded just a little, but it was the confirmation he needed.

He raised one of the hands from your waist to your chin, tilting your head up to angle you perfectly, and he leaned in to press his pillow-soft lips to yours.

Instinctively, your eyes fluttered shut, lips parting to allow him a much better angle to consume you completely. Your hands fisted the material of the t-shirt he was wearing, damp with sweat, in order to pull him closer. There was no hiding your attraction anymore; from him but most importantly, from yourself. You were completely bewitched.

He gently ran his tongue against your bottom lip, slipping past to sweetly dance with your own whilst the hand on your chin moved to stroke through your hair. The pair of you ended up impossibly close, bodies pushed together as he pressed you into the mirrors behind you.

“Princess, you’re killing me… We shouldn’t… I’ll lose control…” he panted as he pulled away from you, pressing his forehead to yours. But you didn’t want him to stop. You didn’t want him to control himself. You were aching for him already, just from the way he kissed you, the way he completely enveloped you.

“Then lose it…” you whispered. A moment passed between you, where Jimin looked into your eyes once again to try to find any hint of hesitation, any hint that you didn’t mean what you said. But of course, he found none.

Jimin smashed his lips back onto yours, enveloping you completely and earning a whine that was lost to the pressure of your kiss. The hand in your hair now steadied him against the mirror behind you, the one on your waist slipping down to your thigh to lift it against his hip. He pushed his pelvis against you, pressing his semi-hard length into your stomach. You whimpered as his tongue fluidly invaded your mouth, hands dropping to the hem of his shirt to touch the skin beneath it, to keep his hips pressed against you.

You bunched the material up, desperately pushing it further up his chest until he got the message and took over, lifting it over his head to expose his chest to you. You wished you had time to take in the heavenly sight before you, but frankly, you were too busy trying to reconnect your lips to offer even a second glance. But you could feel the abs under your fingertips, tensing at your featherlight touch.

Jimin wanted more of you, wanted to see as much of you as he could. He pulled the sports bra you were wearing up violently, exposing your breasts to him. Like a man possessed he ducked his head between them, placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over your chest, settling on your nipple. You gasped aloud, smacking your head against the glass behind you, hand weaving into his hair just because you needed something to hold onto.

He made out with your breast the way he would your lips, so much care and attention, occasional kitten licks and little nips with his teeth to get a reaction from you; of course, it worked a treat. You could hardly stay quiet at all, writhing as much as you could under his weight. While he worked on you, you pulled the top over your head and threw it away from you, giving him one less thing to worry about.

“Mm, Jimin…” you groaned, holding his head to your chest with both hands, your hips hovering inches from the mirror you leaned against as you writhed. He held you by your waist, his grip on you enough to leave bruises in the shape of little fingerprints.

Jimin suddenly dropped to his knees in front of you, hooking his hands in the waistband of your yoga pants and yanking them down your thighs with a force that sent shivers through your body. He exposed you completely to him, your underwear lost in his grip too as he pulled it all off quickly, barely giving you the chance to step out of them before he was throwing them away.

He lifted your thigh over his shoulder and didn’t bother with pleasantries, opting to instead bury his face in your heat with immediate effect. You would have thought Jimin had been starved, the way he ate you; his tongue worked incredible magic on your clit, as if he were reciting pure poetry, writing scriptures with the muscle against you. You could do nothing but watch in amazement at the man between your legs, high pitched whines and moans filtering through your lips.

“J-Jimin… fuck,” you wailed pathetically, hands gripping his hair and body rolling as if you were dancing right now, but you were just completely out of control of your movements.

Jimin growled against your cunt at the sound of his name leaving your lips so prettily, his hunger for you growing beyond animalistic. He shoved two fingers inside you with no preparation, knowing that you were already wet enough to take them. Of course, you were ready; you were sure you’d been aroused from the first time you danced with him this evening.

“Taste… so sweet,” he mumbled against your folds, thrusting his fingers inside you and curling them perfectly. He didn’t have particularly long digits, but boy, did he know what he was doing with them. He knew exactly where to reach for, exactly where you would be the most sensitive. “Cum,” he demanded. “Want you to cum on my fingers, princess.”

His tone was so controlling, growling against you as he pumped his hand, forcing you closer and closer to an undoing. The foot holding you up started to slip against the laminate, your back sliding down the mirror. Without a second thought, he lifted your other thigh over his shoulder, sitting you comfortably against the mirror and continuing to assault your poor throbbing pussy.

“Jimin I’m g-gonna... oh, fuck…” you screamed, slamming your head against the mirror behind you. The grip you had on his hair loosened, arms flopping to your sides as your body went limp, wave after wave of pleasure throbbing from your core like ripples in a duckpond.

Jimin let out another growl against you, lapping up the extra juices you spilled just for him, holding your hips steady with one hand and himself steady with his other against the mirror. He lifted his head to look up at you, to watch as you came down from your high. He smiled to himself, proud of reducing you to a writhing mess. He didn’t think he had ever seen something so pretty, so stunningly beautiful.

“God, you’re fucking unbelievable…” he chuckled, watching you regain composure. You looked down to see his cheeky grin, the one you would have done whatever you could to slap off his beautiful face not fifteen minutes ago. But there’s a very fine line between love and hate, isn’t there?

You ran your hands down your face, wiping the sheen of sweat that had gathered in the heat of the studio. Giggles erupted from your chest, and you could barely look him in the eye for the smug smile you hated so much.

“Shy now, huh? Trying to hide from me?” he slapped the outside of your thigh, hard enough to jolt you with a shriek and leave a red print on the flesh. “I’m not done with you yet, princess. Stand up,” he commanded, shuffling to put your feet back on the floor. You did as you were told, leaning your weak body against the coolness of the mirror, probably leaving a smear of sweat across it but that wasn’t your concern. It was Jimin’s studio, after all…

Jimin stood too, towering over you and getting closer, his hips pushing against you again. The semi you felt before? Rock solid now, protruding through his sweatpants and pressing into your bare stomach. Theory meant nothing; quite clearly, hand size did not correlate to penis size, because you could feel just how big he was. And your mouth watered at the thought of him inside you.

His fingers tilted your chin up to force your gaze on his again. You noticed the gleam on his lips, the slick from between your thighs shining like a lip gloss on pudgy lips. The thought of kissing him right now didn’t faze you at all, in fact it only excited you, igniting a spark in your abdomen so soon after such an intense orgasm. He was about to speak – probably something disgustingly smug – but you didn’t want to hear it, instead grabbing him by the back of his head and forcing your lips on his.

He was right; you did taste sweet. It didn’t bother you at all to know that that sweetness was your own arousal, but Jimin knew you could taste it. And good lord, it flipped a switch in him. If he thought he’d lost control before, he was wrong. He was about to really lose it.

“Do you have a safe word, princess?” he asked suddenly, rushing the conversation because he needed to know – he needed you to know – that there was a way to stop this if either of you needed it.

“N-no…” you admitted against his lips. You’d never needed one before, your previous lovers having been somewhat… tame?

“Tell me ‘yellow’ to slow me down, ‘red’ to stop me. Understand?” he said as clearly as possible between sloppy kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving wet trails against your skin. You nodded frantically, brain a little frazzled and clouded with lust. “Need to hear you say it, princess. Do you understand?”

“I understand, yellow to slow down, red to stop.”

“Good, and hit your hand three times if you can’t talk,” he explained. ‘Wait, why won’t I be able to talk?’ you thought to yourself, but Jimin gave you no time to think on it any further, instead gripping your hips and flipping you to lean against the mirror on your front, breasts pressed against the glass. You barely had time to gasp, your cheek hitting the cold surface.

Jimin pulled your hips out a little, keeping you leaning against the mirror but bending you a little for better access to your dripping core. He ran his fingers through your folds, grinning at the soft moan that slipped from your mouth, fogging up the glass beneath your face.

“Pretty girl… You want me inside you, princess?” he asked sweetly, hovering close to your ear. Goosebumps flooded your skin, chills running down your spine at the intimacy of his words.

“Yes, please…” you whined. Jimin grinned, pushing his sweats down along with the briefs underneath, letting his length spring free. You could see from the corner of your eye, and oh boy, you were in for a damn treat. He kicked the garments away from him, stepping close to you with a hand on your hip, holding you steady as he rubbed the tip of his cock through your slick.

“Step back a little, princess,” he guided you backwards, taking a step himself; you were no longer pressed up against the glass. “Look up.”

You did as he instructed, looking up into the reflection in the mirror to see his hungry, hooded eyes looking directly into yours. As you made eye contact, he pushed his hips forward, slowly but surely sheathing his length into your tightness. He never looked away, biting down on his lips and growling when he felt your wet heat envelope him.

“Sh-shit…” you moaned, too scared to look away from him. You loved the look on his face too much to miss it even for a second, the absolutely feral expression etched into his usually soft features.

“You’re gonna watch me, Princess. You’re gonna watch me fuck you in the mirror, gonna see yourself when you cum on my cock.” His voice had deepened considerably, leaning over to speak directly into your ear with his dick fully inside you. But he never stopped staring into your eyes. He had wanted you like this for so long, waited for you to admit how attracted you were to him. He knew; of course, he knew. He knew before you did, and just continued to taunt you, to rile you up until you snapped.

And now that you had, he wanted to make sure you could see yourself. He wanted you to see just how desperate you were for him, just how good he could make you feel, how hard he could make you fall apart.

Jimin stood up straighter, his hands gripping onto your hips and his length pulling out agonisingly slowly only for him to rut his hips against your backside again, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with so much force you jolted forward, hands flying up to steady yourself on the mirror in front of you. Neither of you looked away from each other though, not even when you cried out at the overwhelming pleasure of the first hit.

With almost no warning at all, Jimin started to thrust into you rhythmically, his pelvis slapping lewdly into your ass cheeks each time. He needed to bury himself as deep into you as he possibly could, needed to feel you completely envelope him.

His hands slid up your bare back, stopping at your shoulders to hold you still as he fucked into you. But it wasn’t enough, he wanted more control of you. He gathered your hair into a ponytail, wrapping it around his fist and pulling your head back, exposing your throat to him in the reflection. God, it looked so pretty… so bare and ready to be marked up. Jimin looked forward to that; getting to leave angry purple blotches wherever he pleased. But not right now.

Right now he needed to fuck you, needed to be balls deep inside you and for you to watch every single thrust.

Jimin’s hand pulling on your hair had you groaning wantonly, feeling like the dirtiest slut on the planet but you loved every second of it. No one before him had treated you like this, no one had ever roughed you up and frankly you needed it. You wanted more from him, but you were in no position to ask for it right now.

“Shit, look at you. Taking me so well, huh? How bad did you want this, _____? Tell me…” he asked, all pleasantries long since forgotten.

“S-so bad…” you managed to stutter out. You weren’t used to talking at all during sex, but you wanted to please him so desperately.

“But I thought you hated me, firecracker?” he jeered, thrusting extra hard for added effect. You cried out, watching the smugness return to his face. It fuelled a surge of resistance in you, wanting nothing more than to answer back as anger dwelled in you again. Of course, you weren’t really angry. You couldn’t be. You wanted him, you knew that.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Jimin!” you snapped. That was probably a bad move, but Jimin just laughed in the reflection, the hand that wasn’t wrapped in your hair coming down hard on your ass with another extra hard thrust into your sodden cunt.

“You wanna talk back now, huh? With my dick buried this far in your pussy and your hair wrapped in my fist?” he warned. “That mouth of yours always runs on and on, huh?”

His free hand slid up your back again, his thrusts turning into rolls of his hips and slowing down considerably. He wasn’t just mindlessly fucking you anymore, there was strategy to each roll, a reason for him to move this way; he was making sure every pressure point inside you was hit.

He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing a little before sliding it up to your jaw and forcing it open. He was going to make a damn spectacle of you and force you to watch it. The thought excited you far more than you were ever willing to admit.

He slipped two fingers past your lips and instinctively you began to suck on them, showing him that your mouth was in fact good for more than spewing words of venom at him.

“See, princess? You just wanna please me, huh?” he commented smugly, an eyebrow arching as he watched. But he wasn’t satisfied with having you just suck on his fingers. Instead, he prized your jaw open, fish-hooking his fingers in your cheek and holding you like that, mouth agape and unable to move at all. You couldn’t even moan properly, all of them coming out as breathy groans while his hips rolled into yours.

You wanted to tell him you were close, but no way were you able to with your mouth occupied like this. It was utterly degrading and totally dehumanizing, but you’d be a fool to protest against it when it stirred such incredible pleasure in your abdomen.

“Mm, fuck… you look so pretty like this, baby. So pliant, taking my cock like this. Are you watching yourself? Do you like seeing your own face when you’re being railed?” he laughed. You tried to hum in affirmation, a muffled “mmhmm” coming out as more of a howl of appreciation seeing as you couldn’t press your lips together to make a humming sound right now.

“Look at you, huh? Such a perfect little slut for me. You gonna cum, princess?”

Your eyes were watering, tears starting to force their way down your cheeks. You knew that if you wanted him to stop, you could hit the mirror three times and he would; you trusted him enough to do that. But you didn’t want him to. You’d never felt like this, never felt so damn good. Come to think of it, no one had ever made you cum from penetration alone; you were sure you always needed some kind of clitoral stimulation. But Jimin was going to be that guy.

You nodded as much as you could with how he was holding onto you, the hairs on the back of your head pulling with a sting, reminding you he still had a firm grip on it. That’s when Jimin really lost it.

You could see him in the mirror lose his eye contact with you, instead looking down to where his cock was rolling with his hips in a fluid motion, disappearing inside of you over and over. The sight drove him wild, the whimpers coming from deep in your throat hitting him like a charge of electricity. The roll of his hips turned to fast, lewd slaps of his pelvis to yours once again. You could hear the way his cock slipped through the wetness, the slaps ringing and ricocheting off the mirror in front of you.

You cried out, your head drooping just a little as the pleasure started to become too much, completely overwhelming you. Your body was so tired, so overworked from the dancing and holding yourself up this way but Jimin wasn’t done, and how dare you disobey a direct command he had given you from the start. He yanked your hair, tightening his grip on your jaw and pressing his fingers into the inside of your cheek harder. The whimper that came from you was pitiful, but you knew you’d reach that all important climax soon and that was all that you wanted, desperately.

“No, no princess… I told you to watch yourself, and you’re going to. You’re going to watch the way you cum on my cock, gonna watch me when I fill you up. Just a little more, baby. Almost there, hmm?” he reassured, his dominating tone never seeming to slip but somehow you felt comforted.

With another few thrusts, you were coming undone. His words were enough to bring you to the precipice of your pleasure, your abused little pussy throbbing and clenching around Jimin’s length. He stopped his animalistic thrusts and opted again for rolling his hips into you slower, helping you through your final orgasm. He dropped his hand from your jaw but kept a firm grip on your hair so you could watch the way you drooled; the way your eyes could barely stay open. The glass in front of you fogged up with the outward breath you let go, a long drawn out moan tumbling out.

“Fuck, that’s it princess. Good girl… You look so pretty, huh? Don’t you look pretty?” he asked you, losing himself. You hummed, strangely delighted by how you looked in your reflection right now.

Ripples of pleasure pulsed through you, your pussy producing more slick than you think you ever had before as you just let go. Jimin watched in fascination, eyes glued to your pussy as he now could slip in through your tightness even easier than before. Your own cum was already dripping down the inside of your thigh, warm and sticky and looking like a beautiful glaze that Jimin wanted to taste again so badly.

As you were coming back down from such an intense high, he used his free hand to do just that, scooping the excess up onto two fingers and raising them to his lips, sucking on them to clean them off.

“So sweet,” he chimed, his hips rolling a little faster, desperate for his own undoing. He didn’t start to pound into you again, knowing your battered cunt couldn’t take much more of that. He was so close he’d cum no matter what.

“Oh, shit… I’m gonna cum, princess. Can I-?”

“I-Inside me, please…” you interrupted him, totally breathless but already knowing what he wanted to ask. That was enough to tip him over the edge.

You felt the warmth spreading through you as hot spurts of cum filled you from the inside. His hips stopped rolling, stilling completely with his pelvis pressed against your ass. He threw his head back, his Adam’s apple becoming so prominent when the animalistic groan rumbled from deep in his throat. The grip on your hair loosened, his hands clutched your waist.

You watched his reflection in fascination, and you couldn’t help but think just how incredibly gorgeous he looked right now; his chiselled body was dripping in sweat, chest heaving with deep and heavy breaths.

A moment of silence passed between the both of you, and it wasn’t until Jimin felt himself softening that he pulled out and straightened up, chuckling to himself. You’d just about gathered enough strength in your legs to stand upright and turn around, leaning your back against the smeared mirror. He stepped towards you, one hand on the mirror and the other on your waist, looking down at you with a smile.

This smile was different; it wasn’t the smug kind you were used to from him. It wasn’t the smirk he seemed to have permanently etched onto his infuriatingly stunning face. It was sweet, genuine as he looked over you with a kind of adoration in his eyes.

You hid your face from him, suddenly shy as you giggled like an infatuated teenager. Jimin found it so cute, glad to finally see the sweeter side of you. He’d wanted to since the start, but he’d had far too much fun with the feisty side up until now.

“Don’t hide from me, princess…” he pulled your hands away from your face, seeing the red in your cheeks and finding it oh, so endearing. “You don’t have much to hide from me, anymore.”

“Shut up,” you objected with a smile, slapping your hand to his shoulder while he laughed. A beat of silence passed between the two of you again, a comfortable one, in which both of you shared a look of contentment and satisfaction. But Jimin wasn’t sure what to say now, no clever remarks to use as comebacks to your frustrations.

So instead, he planted a kiss to your lips. A sweet kiss; the kind that should be the first kiss of a couple saying goodnight after the first date. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him in place, just loving the way his lips moulded to yours.

He pressed his forehead to yours when he broke away, sighing happily.

“Well, this was uh…. Fun,” he chuckled. “Perhaps next time, I’ll be a little more romantic.”

“Who said there was going to be a next time, Park Jimin?” you teased, acting genuinely appalled at the idea.

His eyes widened and he tried to step away from you, feeling awkward and a little horrified that he’d just assumed like that, but you held him in place, letting the façade down with a hearty laugh.

“Relax, I’m kidding. But maybe we could go on some kind of date first, hmm?”

“You brat, I really thought…” he shook his head, amused.

“Buy me dinner, then maybe we’ll see if you get that second time,” you arched your eyebrow, smug smile on your face now.

“So demanding, firecracker…” he chuckled, pressing another sort kiss to your lips. “But that’s reasonable.”

“Oh, and drop the nickname, otherwise this most definitely won’t be happening again!” you warned, only half serious of course.

“No chance, firecracker,” he insisted, slapping his hand to your ass cheek lightly and turning to find your clothes that were long since discarded. You stepped off from the mirror and helped, dressing yourself and making yourself look a little more presentable. Lucky for you both, the sweat and ruffled hair could be explained away with the excuse ‘we were practicing’, but the smear on the mirror needed taking care of, pronto.

Jimin saw it too, of course, heading over to the utilities cupboard in the back corner of the studio and pulling out two cloths and a bottle of glass cleaner, tossing the bottle at you.

“You’re helping with that!” he declared, walking past you and handing you a cloth. You rolled your eyes and giggled. Suppose that was the least you could do, after the beautiful man in front of you had given you two rather powerful orgasms…

#park jimin #jimin #jiminie #chimmy #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan au #ratedbangtann #Smut #SMUT AU #jimin smut

[poisonedapples]

The sides except they go to a tech school

This is extremely self indulgent but I apologize for nothing

Roman’s Program: Digital Media

Roman’s big dream is to be an actor, but he also has a very intense need to know a whole bunch of stuff about the production field and be a jack of all trades, basically

He’s also autistic and has a huge special interest in movies, so he’s just on cloud nine

He had a really hard time making friends at his home school, which is also another reason why he most to go to the tech school instead. He wanted a second chance and to meet new people who loved the same stuff he could never seem to shut up about, but he’s also very nervous and just really wants to make some friends this year

He’s also extremely salty that Remus followed him to his new school. Remus was always the talk of the school and Roman was always in his shadow, so this time, his strategy is to pretend that Remus doesn’t even exist

Remus will not take this as an a solution, but Roman’s not giving up anyway

He also met Patton, Logan, and Virgil in his College English class. Their seats were assigned next to each other, but it was Patton that actually started getting all of them to talk to each other

Speaking of Patton, him and Patton went together like a moth to a flame. They hit it off day one and have acted like the best of friends since, and it makes Roman extremely happy

Roman and the others also became closer friends because of a Digital Media project Roman did about the different programs around the school. Since all his friends are from different programs, he interviewed them all, and it was the most fun project ever because of everything they did behind the scenes

They mostly just goofed off when not on camera. It was lovely

He refused to let Remus take part in that project though. RIP to Remus

Patton’s program: Cosmotology

Patton’s biggest dream is to mostly help people feel better about themselves. He wants to make people feel happy and learn a little more self love, because nothing makes Patton happier than seeing other people enjoying themselves

He’s also an extremely sociable person, so a need to help people like who they are mixed with lots of talking? Without getting a master’s in psychology? A perfect mix to become a hair stylist!

He loves all the different styles you can do and how different everyone’s hair can be from another person’s. The program also has you learn stuff about makeup, and he loves putting makeup on people as well. He practices on the girls in the program a lot, and they always get so excited when they see the finished product. It fills him with happy butterflies

He doesn’t tend to wear makeup on himself, though. Not because he thinks boys can’t wear makeup, he just hates the feeling of it on his skin. Hence why he will take any willing participant to be his canvas

His extroverted energy also shows a lot in his academic classes. The first day of English, he immediately turned around and started talking to the kid with a camera

It took him a little longer to get the boy sitting next to him to talk to him though. Apparently “We have the same glasses!” Isn’t an acceptable conversation starter

He did, however, get the kid named Virgil to agree to let Patton to put makeup on him. Patton started that conversation by asking about his eyeshadow, but nope, apparently those were just eyebags

Though Virgil still liked makeup anyway, so score, Patton still got what he wanted

Now if only he could get Logan to laugh out loud and cut the serious act. Then he’d be a winner for sure

Logan: Mechatronics

Logan’s a nerd. A huge nerd. Hence why he fits in with the mechatronics program so well

Logan has always loved robots and tinkering with technology. More than anything, he wants to work on space aircrafts as a mechanical engineer, hence why he’s in the mechatronics program

He also has ADHD and his biggest hyperfixations are in robots and space, so he’s completely in his element. It’s nice to spend most of his day in a class where he can talk about spacecrafts and how they worked, and not only will people listen, but they’ll also care about it almost as much as he does

Though, he’d prefer to keep his closet full of robotic kids toys he keeps breaking apart and fixing again to himself. At least for now

Though because he’s in mechatronics, he’s required to be in all advanced classes for his academics to get college credit. Which he doesn’t mind at all, but in his college English class, he definitely sits next to quite...the eclectic bunch

He acts like they inconvenience him, but he actually enjoys their company. Even if Roman can be a little loud, but him and Roman actually hit it off quite well with their debates and frequent conversation jumping

(It’s the ADHD-autism solidarity)

Logan also has quite the liking to Virgil, mostly because they’re both looking into the engineering business and have similar interests with space

Logan pretends like Patton annoys him, but he’s not very good at it. He hates that Patton knows he has a secret love for puns and keeps using it against him to try and make him laugh. How dare he

(Patton just keeps trying because he knows Logan likes it and he’s also a bit of a little shit)

Logan hopes that all three of them consider him one of their closest friends as well. Because actually, now he has more to look forward to in his English class than just the poetry and seeking for alternate meanings for things in text

Now, most of his entertainment comes from saying “Romeo and Juliet is an awful love story” and seeing Roman go off an a rant about how it’s not even a lOVE STORY it’s about THE GENERATION DIFFERENCE BETWEEN PARENTS AND KIDS and it’s STRUGGLES, CALCULATOR WATCH-

...It’s quite amusing

Virgil’s Program: Aviation

Anxiety is fight or flight. Well...Virgil literally just wants to take flight

His dad used to take Virgil out on vacations quite often when he was younger and his dad’s job was more focused on traveling, so Virgil has flown in planes a lot. He’s always been an anxious kid, always afraid of so many things, but for some reason...flying was one of the things to calm him the most

Except for going through security, fuck airport security

But still, there was never anything more satisfying than looking through the window on a plane. He’s always loved it, and he’s known since a very young age that he wants to learn to fly things, even if he decides not to become a pilot

He’s seventeen now and still wants to be a pilot, even if his shyness has turned into an anxiety disorder. It’s been a while since he’s been on a plane since his dad is now a psychologist, but he still loves it and misses it almost. So when he heard his district’s tech school had an aviation program, he signed up so fast

His teacher has to practically pry him away from messing with the drones and planes when they need to do other stuff, it’s kinda funny

It’s also great that he met Logan in his English class, because Logan loves engineering and aircrafts like Virgil does. One of Virgil’s backup plans is to be an aerospace engineer, so their conversations are always fun

He also has no idea how Patton figured out his secret love of makeup but now he’s being used as a canvas, apparently

Plus, Roman asked if Virgil could fly a drone for him to get an aerial shot for some digital media projects, so holy shit Virgil made three friends in one day when he’s been trying to make one friend for YEARS

He just bursts into his house like “DAD GUESS WHAT I MADE F R I E N D S”

His Dad is very proud but also very concerned

Virgil just ignores that though and sends memes to the new group chat with all four of them in it

Remus’ Program: Auto Collision Technology

Remus loves broken stuff. Especially big broken things, like cars

Of course, there’s no job for purposely wrecking stuff, but looking at damage in cars and how to repair it is exciting enough for him. His parents are just happy he found something to put more...positive energy into, instead of always causing trouble and getting popular for being “the bad boy”

He had lots of friends at his home school, lots of which he still talks to, mostly because his chaotic energy entertains a lot of people willing to deal with it. He has that same effect at the tech school, but the one person he’s never been able to get more on his side is his own brother

Remus has always been a bit too chaotic for Roman’s liking, and he knows that Roman wanted to go to the tech school for a fresh start. But Remus won’t stop himself just to make his brother happy, so it Roman’s salty about Remus doing something good for himself, then so be it

(Remus is a little salty about Roman being salty, but they’re brothers, what do you expect)

But Remus doesn’t need him anyway! Twin brothers are overrated! He’s got plenty of other people in his programs!

But his closest friend he’s gotten since coming to the tech school? Janus. Him and Janus go together like two chaotic peas in a pod, even if Janus has a whole lot more braincells than Remus ever will

Though, Remus has never had more fun with a friend than with Janus. He’s had lots of friends that come and go once they’re bored of him, but Janus feels real. He feels genuine, and Remus...really doesn’t wanna get rid of that

He likes Janus a lot, hence why he invites Janus over and lets Janus into his super secret eating spot he goes when he doesn’t wanna act like a crackhead at lunch. It’s actually quite nice

Roman just has to deal with the fact that, if he’s gonna be a salty bastard, then Janus is his new ride or die

(Please someone help these twins they’re saltier than the Dead Sea)

Janus’ Program: Firefighting Technology

When Janus was a young teen, he got trapped in a house fire that scarred the left half of his body. Firefighters were the ones that saved him, and since then, he’s always had a huge respect for them. Enough so to really want to become a firefighter

He’s always been very focused on self care and secretly very empathetic, so that mixed with past experience from being saved from such a dangerous event actually makes him a great candidate for a firefighter. He’s not one giant on talking, but he’s still good with teamwork when others want him to work with them

He has a good set of friends in his program, but his best friend was someone he met during lunch when trying to get away from the noise of the actual cafeteria. He also noticed that same kid was also in his anatomy class, so...destiny, I guess?

Remus can definitely be an eclectic person, but Janus secretly thrives on a good set of chaos. It makes life interesting, and Remus can definitely be described as interesting

He’s also the only person Janus has met that thinks Janus’ scars are cool as hell, so double win

It’s also immensely entertaining to join Remus on his quests to constantly annoy his brother. If he had a brother he’d probably do the same, honestly

Mostly, he’s just here for the chaotic ride. He gets to be a sarcastic bastard with a secret love for the dramatic flair and somehow make friends at the same time

He still needs to find a way to get under Patton’s skin, though. Patton never gets bothered by Janus, but that’s probably because Patton has known Janus as his neighbor for literal years

Damn him. Janus will get him some time

Though for right now, Remus gets most of the wins of weirding out Patton. That is, until Roman shrieks and chases them both off

Yup. Janus chose a good best friend. Even if he’s a chaotic, salty bastard

#ts janus #ts remus #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #ts virgil #roman sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #janus sanders #fire mention #house fire mention #I had way too much fun with this so hopefully someone else is entertained

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Smile

Scoop of the day is a writing challenge with a difference. Each fic is built from a set of (for the most part) randomly generated prompts and could be about just about anything, from breakups to smut to found family. Let’s enjoy some ice cream 🍦!

More info about the challenge here

Pairing: None, really. This fic is about Reader telling the League of Villains a story. It’s a side chapter to Bad Reputation, but there’s no mention of Reader x Dabi specifically so you can enjoy it as a standalone and imagine whatever pairing you want.

Rating: Mature 

Triggers: Blood and gore. Reader is a serial killer

Flavour(s): Cayenne

Prompt: 12, A Duel

Side Chapter: Bad Reputation

Notes: Reader-sama’s villain name and MO are inspired by an old Scots ballad about a man called Tam Lin who’s fleeing from the Fairy Queen. Every few years she pays a tithe to hell in the form of a human sacrifice and he fears he’s next.

——-

“Say, Big Sis,” said Toga, flopping down into the seat opposite you.

“What is it?”

You were sharpening your knives in one of the booths, only pausing to take a sip of your beer.

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

She reached out to pick up one of your blades, prodding the edge against her finger.

“You know… that you worked with Stainy on a couple of jobs.”

You set down the knife you were working on, rolling your eyes as Toga immediately set aside the blade she’d been holding to snatch it up.

You had heard these rumours before. They were inevitable. You and Stain were both villains, though had no ties to any particular group; you were both serial killers with an impressive headcount between you.

The comparisons had pissed you off to begin with. You had vastly different MOs, after all. Stain killed and grievously injured heroes, while you butchered the corrupt. Stain’s kills were opportunistic and random, whereas you tailed your targets for weeks before you killed them. Stain’s victims didn’t know he was coming until it was too late. Yours received a calling card the morning of the murder.

Now that he was in jail, you’d made peace with it. You surprised even yourself by how sad you actually were. In a lot of ways, it was like losing a colleague.

“You’re talking about the Sapporo incident,” you said, to which Toga grinned.

“It was all over the news,” she said, setting down your knife and pressing both hands to her cheeks. “I saw photos of the crime scene on the internet… so much blood…”

A year or so ago, there was a double murder in Sapporo; a murder that bore the hallmarks of two notorious killers, both of whom were known to be in the area at the time. Police detectives theorised that Hero Killer Stain and villainess Titania had joined forces, though had never been able to work out why.

You had watched the conspiracies flood the internet and laughed out loud at how wrong they were. Some claimed you were Stain’s lover; others tried to prove you were rivals and the murders a result of a duel.

You cradled your beer, chuckling to yourself at the memory.

“It’s true that we were both there that night,” you said, “but it wasn’t deliberate…”

You realised all eyes were on you. Kurogiri, who was wiping down the bar, slowed right down. Spinner and Shigaraki had been playing Mario Kart while Dabi lounged on the couch and all three of them looked your way, paying no attention to the chaos on the TV. Spinner looked especially wide eyed, though he was a Stain fanboy, so you couldn’t say you were surprised.

You supposed you were their teammate now. They might as well know the story.

“Well,” you said, leaning back in your seat. “A year ago, I was in Sapporo, tailing a mark. Anyway, it was the middle of the night and I passed a group of deadbeats who wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone…”

“Naughty, naughty,” giggled Toga.

You smirked.

———

ONE YEAR AGO

“Hey, baby, don’t be like that! Come talk to us!”

You dug your hands into your pockets and continued to walk in silence, concluding that these idiots weren’t worth your time. They’d catcalled you the moment you so much as passed them and continued to follow you for three blocks.

“Baby,” one of them called, “don’t be scared! We don’t bite.”

“Much!”

You frowned, mentally counting to ten.

These guys had no idea they were poking a rattlesnake. They were the bottom of the barrel, turning to villainy for the same reason big kids hit the smaller ones in the playground. They didn’t have a creed or any semblance of honour, just a deep seated desire to feel tougher than they were.

You turned a corner, the men behind you shrieking like hyenas as you reached a dead end.

“C’mon baby,” said the leader of the trio, “smile.”

You turned to look at them, taking in their hungry expressions as the leader pulled out a knife and ran his tongue along the metal.

You watched, bored, before activating your quirk

Your quirk was simple. You could turn people into your thralls and have them do your bidding. They would jump from tall buildings if you asked them; could commit a murder and immediately forget.

It was more than a little bit handy in situations like this.

“You there,” you said, turning to address the leader. “Kill the other two.”

The two lackeys laughed out loud, though it didn’t last long, for their friend turned to them with a vacant expression and slashed open one of their throats. He rounded on the second, bloodied knife held high and lunged closer, leaving his friend to stumble to the floor.

“Wait! Bro! Stop!” he cried out, screaming as his friend stabbed him over again in the stomach. “St-stop, please!”

You watched the blood spatter, took in the sound of the blade hitting flesh. You released your quirk when you were satisfied, watching as the light came back to your thrall’s eyes, followed shortly by recognition. He spotted one of his men bleeding from the throat, the other slumped against a set of trash cans with gashes through his middle, and turned to you, horror stricken and trembling.

“What did you do?”

You stepped forward, ready to make a snide remark, only to fall silent as a hero arrived on the scene, doubtlessly alerted by the screams.

You learned from his obituary that his hero name was Augur; a recent graduate of a hero school in the area. You got the impression that he was a good kid, which made his fate all the more tragic.

“Ma’am,” he said, eyes widening at the scene before him. You didn’t blame him, all things considered. He was a greenhorn and had wandered straight into a murder scene. “Ma’am, are you alright?”

He saw only the surface level of what had happened and on that surface level you were a beautiful woman in a dark alleyway, surrounded by bodies and a man with a knife.

Your final victim realised it at about the same moment.

“What the fuck,” he cried out, “she’s the one who… she…”

“Sir, thank goodness!” you cried out. “This guy’s crazy. I was walking with my friends and he pulled out a knife!”

“What the… you bitch, stop lying!!”

He reached to grab you by the hair and yelled as Augur made short work of restraining him, binding his arms and tossing his knife to the floor.

“What… are you doing… stop… she’ll kill you… fuck…”

He wriggled on the ground as Augur stepped closer, reaching out for your shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

“Thank you,” you said, playing your part well. “Thank you, s-“

You never got the chance to finish your sentence, for a shadow passed by you both. Augur reached up to touch his cheek, where a small cut had appeared.

Your eyes widened when you noticed the newest arrival on the scene: Stain, the hero killer. You’d heard he was in the area, though never dreamed you’d cross paths.

He raised his blade to his lips and ran his tongue over the blade, leaving Augur frozen to the spot.

The guy on the floor realised the danger moments later, screaming like a toddler as Stain advanced on Augur. You watched in fascination, so in awe that such a quirk might exist that it didn’t occur to you to feel guilty, much less intervene.

It was over in a matter of seconds; Augur the third and final person to die in the alleyway that night.

Later, people spent hours discussing the circumstances of that meeting. The leader of the trio swore blind it was a group effort- you had tricked him and his men into following you, knowing a struggle would alert heroes nearby.

You supposed the true story was rather disappointing.

You didn’t exchange a single word that night, didn’t acknowledge one other beyond a look.

Stain left as quickly as he appeared, leaving you alone with the sole survivor, who immediately tried to wriggle to his feet. You approached, deliberately slowly, only pausing to kneel down and pick the bloodied knife from the floor.

You turned it over in your hands, examining the intricate patterns on its hilt. It was beautiful, clearly expensive, and you kept hold of it as you returned to the guy on the floor, who by now was sobbing in fear.

“S-stop,” he said, pants darkening with piss, “please, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”

He thought you were going to kill him. For a moment, so did you.

Instead you tossed a calling card at his feet and crouched down to whisper in his ear.

—-

PRESENT

“What was it?”

“What was what?”

Toga pouted, poking her fingertip with the point of your knife. You watched as its patterns caught the light; as beautiful now as the night you found it.

“The thing you whispered to him!”

You smirked, reaching up to pinch her cheeks.

“Smile.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #scoop of the day

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #451

“taste the waste of their god’s grace & spit your hate upon your young”

Who are you subscribed to on YouTube? A shitload of people. Do you like to go to the farmer's market? Yeah, sure. What will (or was) the color of your wedding dress be? Probably black. What's your favorite melon? I don't really like melons, actually. What was the name of the last pet of yours that died? Teddy. :( When was the last time you wished the day would just get over with? Literally every day. Seriously. It's funny, I dread fighting to sleep at night, but I also just want it to be time to sleep so time will pass. My life is just so fucking boring that I just... wait for something exciting to happen. Name one person you've never had a fight with: Tez. What are you currently listening to? "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment. What would you rather have: cat or dog? I prefer cats. Who is your least favorite person in real life? Probably my sister's husband. Do you ever watch anybody's live stream of... anything, really? I'll sometimes watch live let's plays. Does your house have security cameras? No. If you go grey as you age, would you dye your hair or let it be? I'll be dyeing it. What was the last establishment you stopped going to due to bad service? What happened? I'm not sure. What soundtrack do you listen to the most? Silent Hill 2's, definitely. Was there a family secret you weren’t told about until you were an adult? I don't know if it's really a secret, but I didn't know until this year that my dad did some really dangerous drugs before us kids were born. Do you have an opinion most people you meet seem to disagree with you? Yes. What’s something you like to have many options to choose from? Food, ha ha. Feels great to have a full kitchen after a grocery trip. What’s the strangest decorative object you own? Nothing "strange" to me. What’s a thing you couldn’t imagine doing with your life right now? One biggie is having a baby. I just... could not imagine. My life would plummet. What’s been your proudest moment? Graduating in the top percentile in my high school graduating class. What’s the filthiest non-pornographic movie you’ve seen? Omfg, Sausage Party. That movie was so gross. Do you know anyone who doesn't seem to be fond of animals? Thankfully, no. I don't even think I could befriend someone who doesn't like animals. Are you planning any outings or trips anytime soon? Whereabouts? No. Do you know anyone who has a phobia of a certain animal? Yeah, like me with whale sharks. Is there a particular brand of technology/electronics that you prefer? Not really, no. Is there a singer whose voice gives you goosebumps/chills? Amy Lee's. And is there a singer whose voice you simply can't stand? Yeah, such as Bob Dylan. Are there any authors that are particularly dominant on your bookshelf? Tui T. Sutherland, but only because I read their series Wings of Fire. Have you seen any photographs or videos that made you smile today? I'm sure on Facebook at some point. Which item in your fridge are you most looking forward to consuming? Does the freezer count? If so, this Healthy Choice grilled chicken pesto bowl I have in there. I am like addicted to them. Has anyone you know got into a new relationship lately? I don't know. If you menstruate, do you experience much PMS prior to it? It varies month-to-month. Have you ever had a tattoo covered up or added to? I had my Markiplier tattoo essentially redone by a better artist. I also plan on getting my "ohana" tat covered, as well as my "how rare and beautiful it is to even exist" one (I adore the quote, but it's not an original design, which I don't like having anymore), and I want to move and redesign my "perfectly flawed" one because I want a bigger tattoo in its location. Can you remember the last time you had a sudden change of mind? Yeah; I'm pretty sure I like-like my friend Girt now, something I was never entirely sure about. When was the last time you did something on a whim? *shrug* Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? Well, I guess both, but Dad didn't do a lot of the teaching part about life and stuff. Have you ever began a relationship with someone you knew for less than a week? No. Has one of your friends ever tried to ‘hook you up?’ Yes. Colleen tried that with me and Girt and only succeeded in making us very uncomfortable. She said something I wanted to slap her for that I won't repeat. What is your card game of choice? Magic: The Gathering. What is your favourite books series? I think my favorite series of all time was the Shiloh trilogy. I adored both the books and movies. Do you prefer landmarks or street names when being given directions? You'd better give me landmarks, ha ha. Do you read the prologues in the beginnings of books? Of course. What was your favourite gym class moment? There're such things as GOOD gym memories in school? Do you think that ocean boardwalks are fun? Yes. Do you dread when people ask you to sign their yearbooks? No, I always thought it was very flattering that they even wanted mine. Do you have a favourite Scooby-Doo movie? The Phantom Virus one. I had the video game as a kid, too. Could never beat the damn thing. Do you think it’s cute when toddlers try to run away and fall down? No? I don't like seeing children - or anyone - fall. Do you enjoy listening to your grandparents tell stories of their past? So, this really only happened once, and it was coincidentally the day I learned of her pancreatic cancer, but before Mom told me. I had an assignment to interview someone of an older generation about how various sources of media affected their lives, like the development of TV and such, and she really got into it. It was very interesting to learn about. Do you have a crush on someone? I guess I do idfk. If so... what does his/her name begin with? "D." What attracts you to them? More than anything, the fact he's been there for me without fail. Both single and when I was with Jason and he was interested in me, he's just... been there and has made an effort since high school to be in my life in one way or another. Do they know that you like them? Not anymore, no. We dated for a few months, but I broke up with him because he felt more like my brother, so I would assume he doesn't think I do. Maybe he still is family to me. I really don't know what I feel. If they don't know, why didn't you tell them? I might at some point, idk. We just haven't talked in a while. Name two people that you miss: Jason and Megan. Have you ever seen Titanic? When I was in the hospital, yes. Everyone was crying, lmao. Have you ever swam with dolphins? No, but I would. When was the last time you had a stomachache? Now. Mother Nature finally visited me after three whole fucking months and is v angry. What's going to bed early for you? Like 7:00. Do you want to have a big family in the future? Of pets! Human kids ain't for me. What was the last thing you did that gave you a rush? Hell if I know. Favorite Nicholas Cage movie? Ghost Rider. Have you had your Covid vaccine yet? Which one, if you have? Yes. I got Moderna. If you've had your vaccine, did you experience any side effects? I did on my second dosage. I was OUT of it the day afterwards, but then I was fine. What's the next item of clothing that you intend to buy for yourself? I need new bras badly. What Facebook groups have you found the most helpful? It's called "Not Just A Pet Rock (Python regius)" and is a group for advanced ball python husbandry. It is very informative, but I will say there is a SHITLOAD of very rude elitists. Do you like your butt? Why or why not? NO because it's a PANCAKE and I want CAKE. Have you ever personally been a victim of homophobia? I personally think so. When Sara visited and we were trying to go to my older sister's so she especially could meet her, Ash entirely ignored Mom's messages. I know her homophobic husband well enough to nearly be able to guarantee he didn't want us coming over because the kids "don't need to see that." Ash kinda does what Nick says, so... you know. Do you think you’d be happier if you had a pet? I know I'm happier with pets. Who was the last person you went on a date with? Sara. Were you ever hospitalized as a little kid? No. What’s your favorite way to curl your hair? It's too short to do that. At what age did you start swearing? However old I was in 7th grade. What is something you physically can’t do? Clean up vomit lkdsjal;sdkjfa;lkwd. I can't clean up my pet's or even my own. I literally can't. My mom has to. What do like better, apples or oranges? Apples. I don't like oranges. Around the holidays, do you hope for snow? Yes!!! What are your top two favorite bands? Ozzy Osbourne and Metallica. How many people do you 100% trust? Like two. Maybe. Do you care what others think about you? Way too much. Has anyone ever called you a bitch? My grandmother has. Did you watch Teletubbies when you were younger? Omg yes, I was obsessed. Do you have any licenses other than your driver's license? I don't even have that. Could you live the rest of your life without eating meat? No. Not because I don't want to, because I do, but I would have an extreme protein deficit if I did that. Besides meat, I don't like enough protein-rich foods. Have you ever had a rolling backpack? Yes. Did you make any money today? I haven't made any money in a very, very long time. I'm only ever paid when someone hires me to take pictures for them. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? I don't know. Definitely not very high. Have you ever gone swimming in a river? Yes. What was the last souvenir someone got you? I have zero clue. Do you have a favorite remix of a song? Hm. Perhaps this techno-y remix of "Psychosocial" by Slipknot. I don't know for sure, though. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Either the violin or piano. Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Nope. Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar/etc.)? Probably clouded leopards aesthetics, but I think lions overall. If you had $500,000, what would you do with it? Pay off school debt as well as help Mom with various financial issues, buy new glasses, buy Mom and I a new house and car, get Venus a great tank with all the optimal supplies, get LOADS of tattoos, donate to various charities, adopt a few specific pets, travel to Yellowstone, get laser hair removal on my legs and teeth whitening... There are a lot of possibilities. Did the last person you touched lips with have a kid? Just scaly ones. :') "First loves are never really over." Is this true for you? Yeeeep... Did you like Michael Jackson before he died? I didn't really have an opinion on him. I know/like a couple songs, sure. What are some things that would make you break up with someone? If they became abusive, started doing drugs, acted arrogantly, didn't understand my mental conditions and were unwilling to be emotionally supportive, stuff like that. What was the worst breakup you've ever had? Ha, the one with Jason. For. Fucking. Sure.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''degrade'' by 3teeth

[wherevermyway]

step out! do what you want (chapter six)

pairings: reader/bang chan, reader/han jisung side pairings: 
established changbin/minho, reader/bang chan/han jisung rating: explicit | 18+ warnings: someone dies this chapter so fucking big ass warning here! angst, violence, graphic descriptions of violence, minor drug use, use of firearms, description of graphic injuries, profanity, drug dealer!au, organized crime!au. word count: about 3,750 also can be found on my AO3 here! chapter/series navigation

chapter six: counting all the minutes and the days have been counting me

recommended tracks: another life by motionless in white, palette by iu and g-dragon, chanel by frank ocean, boy with luv (disco-funk mashup) by bts/seokjinnie, I’m upset by drake, love song by lana del rey, levanter (english version) by stray kids, voodoo people (pendulum remix) by the prodigy, straight to video (kmfdm remix) by mindless self indulgence, break me shake me by savage garden, ride it by regard; rush over me by seven lions/illenium/said the sky. playlist can be found here!

note: I am so sorry for this chapter. damn you, toastie. this is also a lot shorter than most chapters, so apologies in advance. took a lot out of me this time lol.

disclaimer: any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now.

side note: for the love of minho’s cats, don’t mix party drugs or drugs with alcohol.

“We need to go,” Changbin presses, pushing himself off of the doorframe and fiddling with his phone. “I’ve got the arsenal in the car, so you just need to get your body armour on and we can go.”

“I don’t want her coming with,” Christopher says, ruffling a hand through his hair, “it’s going to be too dangerous.”

“We don’t have a fucking choice,” Changbin grumbles, focusing on something on his phone. “Besides, I need her with so we can coax Minji out. Get her distracted enough to give us the upper hand.”

Christopher grumbles, ready to argue with Changbin, but decides against it at the last minute. He turns, kneeling down next to the bed. He pulls a hefty chest out from under the bed, unlocking it and throwing it open. He digs around a bit, tossing up a vest to you. “I think this will fit you,” he says without looking up, continuing to dig through the chest. “Jisung, take this,” he says, tossing another vest at the lean man.

“Let’s go,” he says as you slip the vest on. “We’ll make this work, alright? I’ll keep you covered as best as I can.” Christopher steps to your left, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“I’ve got you, too,” Jisung says, popping up on your right from behind you. He puts his hand over Christopher’s and smiles at you.

The walk down to the car is quiet, the dry air filled with tension. Minho is leaning up against the car, picking at something under his fingernails. Seungmin is in the driver’s seat, fumbling around with something on his phone. You all pack yourselves into the car, squeezing yourself in between Jisung and Christopher at the very back of the van.

Changbin sits in the seat in front of you, rifling through a duffel bag on the floor. “Alright,” he says, checking the mechanisms on a semi-automatic he pulls out, “here’s how this is going to go. Minji and Hyunjin are caught up in one of the Triad’s properties in Songpa-gu. If we’re lucky, there will be minimal men there and we’ll get in and get out.”

“This mostly goes for you, Jisung,” Changbin says, trying not to roll his eyes as he looks at the silver-haired man, “but don’t kill Hyunjin. I need him alive to get information on the Triads. Minji, I don’t care about. I’ve all but confirmed that she is just a pawn in their game. Nothing more than a drug trafficker.”

Jisung scoffs, grabbing the duffel bag off the floor. “Yeah, whatever,” he says, grabbing a pistol out of the bag and handing it to Christopher, “Give me some credit, man, I’m not that trigger-happy.”

Felix laughs, possibly for the first time since you met him. “There was that one time in Busan,” he starts, but Jisung cuts him off.

“It was one time!” He shouts, throwing a stray cloth at the man in front of him. “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you! I totally should have shot you. Asshole.”

“Aish,” Changbin rolls his eyes, passing a pistol up to Minho in the seat ahead of him. “I don’t want you to have to fight, baby, but I’d feel better if you had this on you.”

“Aw, come on,” Minho winks at Changbin. “Remember that one time we were in Daegu and I had to cover your ass because your pistol got jammed? I very distinctly remember you thanking me over and over again in the back of that sports car and a couple times in the hotel.”

Changbin grits his teeth in embarrassment, blushing as he looks down. “Whatever, just take the fucking pistol.” Minho laughs at the man as he turns around.

The drive couldn’t have taken more than an hour; it felt like Seungmin had a habit for speeding. The city skyline zoomed past you, and you started to recognize the neighbourhoods of Seoul as you drove past. You got to an industrial area of Songpa-gu, somewhere you weren’t familiar with, when you stop.

Seungmin turns the car off, turning to look at Changbin, then the other men in the car. “They’re here. Are you ready?” Changbin takes in a shallow inhale, turning to Christopher. Christopher nods in response, pulling the semi-automatic rifle in his hands closer to his chest.

Felix and Jeongin lead the group of you up to large bay door of an abandoned warehouse. The vest around your chest started to feel as if it was smothering you. You could have sworn you had seen this place in some bad drama; it seemed stereotypical and expected. Group gets ambushed at the warehouse, someone gets shot, end scene. Roll credits.

The pit in your stomach grew as you realized Minji wasn’t going to make it out of here alive. The woman you knew and had gotten close to over the past year was a facade. This Minji was a lie, and she used you to get some sort of personal gain. Felix, Jeongin, and Changbin walk in front of the bay doors, their fingers on the triggers of their rifles, ready to aim if someone got in their way.

The air is tense, and a moment of silence passes before Changbin waves the rest of you over. “I’ve got your friend here, Moon,” he says as you walk towards him, looking at Minji. She and Hyunjin are standing in the middle of the floor, in front of a table with suitcases lined around it, surprised to see all of you. It looked as if they were packing the suitcases with packets of drugs.

“I know you’re alone here,” Changbin continues, “so don’t try to act tough. The Triads can’t be too far away, but they were dumb enough to leave you alone. Tells me you’re not worth their time.”

“Moon Minji,” Changbin says, quickly correcting himself, “or should I address you as Tian Xiaoli, the name you're more comfortable with?”

Minji grits her teeth as she pulls the pistol off of her hip, aiming it haphazardly at Changbin. He manages to stay in one position, completely unfazed by her threat. “Joined the Triads four years ago,” he continues, “they’ve used you as a decoy to push drugs in and out of Seoul since nobody ever expects a good, rich Korean girl to traffic drugs. Maybe I should say Korean-presenting? Fake passport, fake birth certificates. Several drivers licenses in different countries. You’re a busy woman.”

The pistol in Minji’s hand quivers, “What do you know about me? I didn’t just need the money, if you grew up in the same house I did, you’d have done anything to get out. All that pressure to succeed and getting nowhere?”

“Honestly,” Changbin chuckles, waving his hands in the air, “if I had gotten to you sooner, I’m sure we could have worked something out. Probably gotten you a better deal. Way better than whatever Hwang could get you.”

Hyunjin places his hand up against Minji’s back, positioning his free hand above the pistol on his hip. “You’re too drunk with power,” he sighs, “there’s no way for me to move up. You think you’re so good because you know everything, but you ain’t shit. You know the Triads are taking over Seoul, and it’s killing your business.”

Changbin scoffs, folding his arms. “You never put in the fucking effort.”

“What do you know?” Hyunjin growls, his eyes turning dark with anger. “You were practically handed this position, and we all know you didn’t deserve it.”

“Whatever,” Changbin says with a scoff, rolling his eyes at his junior. “You know you would never make it anywhere close to the top, and you can’t handle it. You never would have gotten as far as you did if it wasn’t for me and Christopher pulling you along the way. You’re barely useful enough to sell guns out of our group.” Hyunjin scowls, taking his pistol and aiming it directly at you. You’re frozen in place, your legs refusing to move. It feels almost as if you’ve sprouted roots from your feet, attaching you into the ground.  “You know I’m a good shot, though.”

The threat causes a panic to light up inside you. You want to move, but the roots taking hold of your feet don’t allow it to happen. Changbin takes a hasty step in front of you, his hands bringing his rifle in front of him, and Christopher moves to shove you out of the way.

Hyunjin hesitates for a second, but the ripping of gunshots fills your ears. You feel a searing pain in your left leg as the root keeping you in the ground dissolves. In a split second, you’re looking up at the ceiling, the scaffolding reaching up to the sky like tree branches. There’s something about the scenery that reminds you of being a child, laying on the ground at the playground absorbing the sunshine. It feels like there’s a ray of sunshine boring into your leg, searing you in two.

“Changbin!” You hear someone screaming, pulling you out of your daydream and back to reality.

“You good-for-nothing backstabber,” you hear Changbin spit out. You gently lift your head up, taking in the moment. There’s blood everywhere, spilling from your leg, and also coming from Changbin’s back in front of you. You’re convinced that you can see through him.

Changbin aims his semi-automatic towards Minji and Hyunjin, carefully aiming the gun as best as he can at them. He’s able to sink a couple shots in Minji, then he turns his attention to Hyunjin when she hits the ground with a thud. “I can’t believe you,” he groans, directing his rage at Hyunjin, “you fucking coward.” He unloads a couple more shots into Hyunjin’s leg, then groans as he hits the floor.

“Changbin!” The voice screams again, louder this time. Minho shouts at the top of his lungs, rushing to Changbin as he falls. Christopher reaches out to grab him, but the smaller man just slips out of his grip. He mutters something under his breath, swapping out the magazine of his pistol.

Jisung comes bolting around the corner, aiming directly at Minji with his semi-automatic. You see him take in a quick breath before he unloads the magazine in his rifle directly into her. She reaches her pistol up towards you, but it falls from her hand as she completely collapses into the ground.

Hyunjin falls against the wall, staring down at the literal bloodbath at his feet. “Holy shit,” he breathes out shakily, his hands trembling as he grips his hair, “Changbin, Minho, Chan, I…”

“Shut the fuck up, you traitor,” Jisung spits out, pulling the pistol holstered at his hip. He cocks it, aiming it at Hyunjin’s head. “I should unload this into your fucking skull, but you’re of more use alive to me than dead. So, you’d best pray to God that I’ll show you mercy as long as I need to keep you around.”

Changbin grips Minho’s collar, pulling him close. “Baby,” he groans out, “I’m sorry I never got to finish that song for you.”

“Binnie, baby,” Minho cries out, grabbing Changbin’s face, “don’t apologize. You’ll finish the song. You’ll finish an entire album for me.”

Changbin weakly smiles, dragging his fingertips across Minho’s face. “If I had the chance to do this all again,” he says, coughing up thick, viscous blood, “I would have asked you to marry me the minute you got out of the hospital. You were always my person. Fuck,” he says, with a deep, heavy cough, “you were always my person, Minho. I’m so glad I got to know you, that I got to love you. So glad I got to be your person.”

Minho’s face contorts into a strange shape, reflecting an expression you can’t quite comprehend. “Baby,” he whines, “you will still have the chance. I will marry you a thousand times over as long as you’re here, I promise, Binnie. I love you so much. Just stay with me.”

But the pleading he tries has no effect. Changbin slips from Minho’s grasp, his body going limp. The two of them sit there, Minho gripping Changbin as tightly as he can. Minho pulls Changbin to his chest, keeping him there for as long as humanly possible.

When he realizes that Changbin can’t, and won’t, respond, Minho screams. He screams from the bottom of his soul, for as long as he can possibly manage. Hearing him scream in such a raw, primal way makes your stomach turn.

Christopher is the first to move, working his way towards Changbin and Minho. “Min,” he whispers, “let me help you get-”

However, Minho has none of it. He looks up at Christopher, his eyes burning red, “No, I won’t let you,” he whimpers. “I am not leaving Changbin; I’m not going to let him go.”

Christopher runs his hands through his hair, tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. Felix and Seungmin make their way to Hyunjin, picking him up and carrying him out of the room. Jeongin slowly paces his way to where Minji lies, kicking her shoulder with the tip of his boot.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath, “I can’t believe any of this.” Jeongin turns, slowly pacing his way to you. He kneels down and offers you a hand. “Are you okay?”

You don’t really know how to answer him, so you simply shake your head. “Changbin,” falls from your lips, as you look at the way Minho grips Changbin in his arms. Jeongin shakes his head twice, reaching his hand up to wipe a tear off of your face.

“It’s what we do,” he says at a near-whisper. “We protect civilians, and if one of us is out of line, we take care of it. Any one of us would have taken a bullet for you, it just happened to be Changbin this time.”

“But, I didn’t-“ you try to say, but he cuts you off, putting his finger over your lips.

“I know.” Jeongin nods. “But this is how it happened. Nothing we can do now.”

You’re not really sure how much time slips forward as you sit in the quiet, cold warehouse. Felix tied a tourniquet to your leg at some point, mentioning that it probably wasn’t going to be too serious, but he would take a look at it when you all got back to the safehouse. At some point, Seungmin and Jisung take Changbin from Minho, where he completely collapses.

Minho’s face is void of expression; you stare at him as he gazes beyond you, far off in the distance. There’s a large amount of drying blood covering him from his shoulders down to his ankles. Felix says something to him, saying he needed to check Minho for any additional wounds, but the older man doesn’t respond.

“Minho,” Christopher says, leaning down to him, grabbing his shoulder and trying to get him upright. “We can’t stay here forever. The longer we’re out here, the more likely we’ll run into the Triads.” The brunette ignores Christopher’s request, continuing to stare off somewhere far behind you.

“February sixteenth,” he manages to whisper out, his voice cracking as he says it.

“What?” Christopher lets go of Minho’s arm, cocking his head to the side.

“He said ‘I love you’ on February sixteenth last year.” Minho whispers, closing his eyes, “it was the first time he told me that he loved me. We were in Shibuya. He just finished signing Jeongin, and he had finished recording a demo album and he was so excited. Everything was finally going well.”

Minho slowly sits up, keeping his eyes closed. “He wanted to go to Canada or Australia this winter, get married. Actually, legally married. He even jokingly said something about a romantic wedding somewhere in Europe. Of course,” he sighed, letting his head fall into his hands, “that wouldn’t have meant shit here. He wanted to get away from all of this, go move somewhere far away from this shit and start a family somewhere. Never see any of this again. We were so close. Almost there.”

Minho sits on the ground for another few minutes, silently letting himself cry into his hands. Christopher gets down on his knees, pulling the younger man to his chest, letting him completely fall apart. “I’ve got you, Min,” Christopher whispers, stroking Minho’s hair. “It’s going to hurt for a while, I know. We’ve got you, though. You’re not going to go through this alone, you’ve got your brothers.”

It had to have been another hour before you all finally made your way back to Incheon. The drive was completely silent, absent the ambient noise from the highway. Felix spent plenty of time looking over both you and Minho for residual wounds, cleaning up minor lacerations and patching up other scrapes. Jisung gave Minho a couple of tablets of what you assumed was Xanax, which helped him sleep the entire way home.

Christopher and Jisung help carry Minho into the apartment, setting him down on the couch. Seungmin and Jeongin take the van back to another safehouse, presumably to keep Hyunjin in one place and to handle Changbin’s body. Felix pulls you aside to take a look at the bullet in your leg, able to clean the wound out with some careful attention, and he tells you that he’ll bring you in to their clinic tomorrow to take care of the bullet removal.

Felix unpacks a backpack he brought upstairs with him, hooking up an IV to Minho. “Don’t worry,” he says, noticing the concern on your face as you watch him. “He’s always had problems with anxiety, so I’m just going to keep him out overnight and try to get some fluids back into him.”

“Felix is our resident medic, in case you haven’t noticed,” Jisung says, gently squeezing your shoulder. “Whenever something like this happens, he’s always on top of the medical care. We’re pretty lucky to have him around.”

The bleach-blond man scoffs, measuring out a liquid from a vial, injecting it into a port in the IV. “Yeah, you are,” he laughs, “I remember trying to teach you some basic medical stuff and you almost killed Seungmin because you forgot to expel the air from the syringe.”

“Yeah,” Jisung rolls his eyes with a sigh, “there’s a reason I don’t do this shit. Anyway,” he grabs your waist, pulling you to the bedroom. “Why don’t we let Felix take care of Minho, and we can get some sleep?”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Christopher says, flatly, as he opens the door to the bedroom. You and Jisung follow him through the door. Christopher collapses on the floor as soon as he steps through the door. Jisung comes up behind him, his hands coming up to his sides. “Chan,” he says, bringing his hands up to Christopher’s face. “It’s okay, it’ll be okay.”

“No,” Christopher says, weakly, “It won’t be okay. Changbin is gone. My best friend is gone.” He looks like he wants to cry, but his face is completely void of emotions. He just lets himself melt into the floor, staring down the patterns in the wood. “Changbin is gone,” he whispers as he closes his eyes.

Jisung looks up at you, words escaping him.

“Christopher,” you say, but you’re not really sure what to tell him. You know there’s nothing that can help fill the hole he feels in heart. You bend down, reaching your hands out to him. “Come on, why don’t we get up on the bed and get some sleep? We can talk about this tomorrow.”

“Hell,” Jisung sighs, “at least let me grab you a pillow if you’re gonna try and sleep here. Alright?”

“No,” Christopher says, slowly working his way upright. “She’s right, I should sleep on the bed. You never know when someone you care about will be taken from you, so I might as well sleep with both of you.”

Jisung flings his arms around Christopher and looks up at you. “Yeah,” he says, nuzzling his head up against his superior’s. “Come on,” he pulls at Christopher”s shoulder, “nobody can see you cry on the bed, anyways.”

The three of you manage to make your way up to the top of the bed. Tonight, however, is different, compared to the way you’ve usually fallen asleep. You and Jisung take the edges of the bed, wrapping yourselves up around Christopher in a protective cocoon. You’re not sure what time it is when you fall asleep, just that the sun had started to come up when your eyes finally shut.

You also can swear you hear Christopher whisper something as you fall asleep, but you’re not sure if it’s just your mind playing tricks on you. It almost sounds like he’s saying your name and that he loves you.

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how an idiot like me got into good schools

A quick run-through of my academic history and how I got into good colleges will be below the cut! I’m also including a list of some of the schools I got into for reference. I apologize in advance for how messy this is, but my memory is shitty and I remember random things that I keep throwing in lol. (and for people congratulating me, thank you very much, but I got into all these schools last year lol! so keep in mind I graduated high school in 2019)

If all you came for are the basic stats and you don't want my rambling: I went to a public school GPA: around 4.4 on 4.0 scale (3.9 unweighted) SAT: 1520/1600 APs: 10 (4 3s, 2 4s, 4 5s) Extracurricular: mainly NHS (around 300 volunteering hours), StuCo, Varsity Golf, and Quiz Bowl

EDIT: comments made by the readers who reviewed my application are available here!

First off, I am not an einstein! I am blessed that I pick up on stuff easily and gifted in academics, but I’m nowhere near a genius. For a little backstory, I went to a public school in Michigan for the entirety of my pre-k - 12 education. When I was in the third grade, the district introduced an accelerated program. We took a quasi IQ test and if we tested high enough (I think the threshold was 80%? If I remember correctly I got a 97) we were put in a class that was 2 years ahead in English and Math. We stayed grouped together for the rest of our public schooling, basically a core group of around 20 people. Since we were the first year of the program and our grade was exceptionally gifted for some weird reason, it was a very high achieving group of students, so I’m going to include their stats along with mine for comparison because colleges also factor in your peers when they look at your stats.

I’ll start off with basic stats:

I got a 1520 on the SAT. My grade had around 5 - 10 people achieve over 1500. Some of them had been studying for years, while others (me) did not know that the SAT existed until that year and couldn’t afford any private tutoring and had no patience for the study books from the library. I’m lucky to have an aptitude for the skills they were testing. I did not take any SAT subject tests.

For GPA, I think I ended up with around a 4.4 on a 4.0 scale. I was around 15/350 when it came to class standing, so I was far from the valedictorian. I think our valedictorians got around a 4.6 or 4.7.

I took 10 AP tests. I got a 3 in APUSH, World History, Language and Comp (I fell asleep lol), and Chem (I will get into this class a little later). I got a 4 in Literature (I fell asleep. Again.) and in Psychology. I got a 5 in Calc AB & BC, Comp Sci Principles, and Environmental Science.

AP classes were really pushed in my high school, especially onto my grade, and I don’t like being told what to do lol so I pushed back and took fewer AP classes than most of my peers (valedictorians ended up with maybe 15? It’s crazy) and basically only took classes I was interested in or that I had to take because I had exhausted the rest of the curriculum.

I also dual-enrolled in 2 classes at the local community college since I’d exhausted the curriculum at my high school for things I wanted to do (english and comp sci). I want to make it clear that I never sat down and planned how I was going to maximize my schedule or how I’d take the most advanced classes, I just fell into it since we had already essentially skipped two grades. Most people didn’t dual enroll since they wanted the AP GPA boost.

For extracurriculars, I mainly focused on Quiz Bowl, Golf, NHS (volunteered around 350 hours in 3 years I think) and Student Government. I never had any leadership positions and just kind of fucked around most of the time. Most of my peers held several leadership positions throughout the years and did like a bazillion things. 5 of them even traveled to Europe for some science research thing where they presented their research. I was not that big of a nerd.

In junior year, I stumbled on something called Questbridge and decided to apply because I wanted the money for the scholarship. I became a Questbridge college prep scholar, which then led me to apply for the National College Match. I didn’t rank any binding schools so I didn’t match, but I did apply to several schools with their application. If you are a low-income high achieving student, I highly recommend looking them up. I was the first person in my school to do this program and encouraged my peers to do it too. I think 4 of us were Questbridge scholars.

As you can see, I had good numbers, which probably got me past the first wave of application look throughs. However, I’m fairly confident that what made me stand out was my essays. I always stress this to whoever asks me for advice: do not write a perfect essay, write YOUR essay. I can only imagine how bored those poor people are of reading about someone winning a soccer game or a spelling bee. Add some pizzazz in there. Talk about your flaws and your mistakes and your unique life experiences! 

For example, my personal essay wasn’t even in essay format! I wrote it like journal entries, focusing on my sophomore year when my life was Extra Tumultuous and I was going through homelessness. I did not say I was homeless once in the essay. I just did day by day entries of what my life was like during that time and through that the readers were able to see that I loved to read, that I am fiercely protective of my single-parent family, and they saw how I handled adversity. I want to stress that I’m not encouraging poverty porn at all. I did not write it to make the reader feel bad. I simply relayed what I thought about in a day, focusing on both big and small.

I also wrote about funny things related to academics, partly to explain my transcript and partly to be funny. This is the AP Chem thing. I actually dropped out of it after one term (so about a third of the way through) so I could dual enroll in a class I was interested in instead. My chem teacher HATED that since I was good at chemistry (hate it. Hate that subject so much) and tried to convince me to stay. One of the things he said was “You’ll never be ready for college if you don’t take this class! You wouldn’t even be able to pass the AP test!” so I said bet. dropped the class and signed up for the AP test that same day and showed up almost every day for the rest of the year and dicked around the entire class, taking naps in the back of the lab, sitting on his desk, cracking jokes about whatever he was teaching. I got a 3 on that exam purely out of spite with only half the information I needed. So write about stuff like that. It’s fun.

The fact that I had no guidance in writing the essays was actually really good for me since I just kind of let loose. My UChicago essay read like I was on crack, and they loved it so much that they literally mentioned it during the welcome speech for their little college visit in April.

And don’t sweat over the small stuff! The short answers don’t have to be perfect and mind-blowing, just answer honestly. For the “why Yale” supplemental essay I just ranted about how beautiful their library is for a good 300 words (at some point I said I needed my inhaler because it was that breathtaking. I made a Yale admissions officer read that.) I ranted about Howl’s Moving Castle to Columbia. I told them my favorite magazine was the American Girl ones for their arts and crafts! I have a friend at Columbia who literally sent them a picture of her in a duck costume as a supplement. They loved it. So don’t lose your mind trying to sound worldly and educated. You’re like. 17. Just answer honestly and don’t think too hard about it.

I was also extremely lucky to have a dedicated counselor who sat down for hours with each individual student to write fantastic letters of recommendation. She really made it clear what I had achieved and what challenges I’d faced.

So. tl;dr: I got lucky. Unless your parents donated a couple billion to the school, there are no guarantees. Sometimes you can have the stats and perfect essays and amazing extracurriculars and you can still get rejected because they don’t think you’re a good fit with the school compared to the rest of the applicants. There’s limited space in the student body. I got into schools my valedictorians didn’t get into even though I was academically less than them in every possible way. So let yourself shine through your essays and know you’ll end up in an environment that values the person they saw in those essays.

I got into a lot of schools, and don’t really have a record of all of them, but here are some of the top ones I can remember off the top of my head:

Yale, Columbia, University of Chicago (likely letter), Northwestern, University of Michigan, Northeastern, CWRU, UNC Chapel Hill, and a couple other schools here and there that slip my mind at the moment.

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