#I’m just Some Guy fucking around w his friends since when did 2k people sit down in the audience

[mercy-burning]

A Strange Request

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets a rather strange request from Derek’s girlfriend Category: FLUFF, with discussion of sex, so still 18+ probably, just to be safe Warnings: discussions/topics of sex, one paragraph of blink and you’ll miss it female-receiving oral sex Word Count: 2k

Full Request: “...a fluff about reader is friend with Derek’s girlfriend, and she ask her if spencer (s/2 - s/3) can teach him where the clitoris is because reader had already told her that spencer is very good in bed... Baby Spencer Teaching Derek How To Make A Woman Cum is so funny to me” —anonymous

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NOTE: Just came here to say, first of all, thank you all so much for reading and enjoying my content, it means the world to me. I love you guys 🥰 Also, this request??? I was dying thinking about it, and I laughed pretty much the whole time I wrote it, so I hope you like it as much as I do!

I will be posting the rest of the requests I get throughout the month of March, so you have until February 28th to send one in if you’d like to! More information on that can be found HERE

It wasn't really normal for Y/N and Kelley to talk about their sex lives. They'd brought it up in conversation a few times, but it was never a regular thing.

So when Kelley came over to Y/N's apartment Friday night after a cryptic text stating that she needed to talk to her about something 'weird but important,' she had no idea that her weekend was about to get very... informative.

"Is everything alright?" she asked Kelley, handing her a glass of wine. The two of them sat on the couch and Kelley shrugged.

"I mean... Yes, everything's fine, but...I have a sort of, uh... weird request."

"Yeah, you mentioned that," Y/N chuckled, bringing the glass of wine to her lips. "What's up?"

"Well, basically... I can't orgasm."

Y/N almost spit the wine out of her mouth. Thankfully she was able to get it down, though not without choking slightly. "Huh?"

"Well, okay, I can orgasm it's just that... I can't when I'm with Derek. And at first I thought maybe it was me, but I tried on my own and I can do it just fine. It's just that when Derek and I are together, he can't... make me cum. "

"Well, I... Okay. I'm not... What do you want me to d—oh!"

"Oh! Y/N, no, I didn't mean that I wanted you to... No, um... Sorry, that's not what I meant. Look, I know you've said before that Spencer is really good in bed, and I was wondering if you could maybe ask him to talk to Derek about it, like... give him some pointers or something."

Y/N really didn't know what to say. But she tried really hard to say something that wasn't an incoherent mumble of surprise. "Wow, uh... I mean, I... Yeah, I can ask him, but why don't you just talk to Derek about it? He's a good guy, I'm sure he'd be more than willing to hear you out if you just communicate with him..."

Kelley sighed, setting her wine down. "I know, but... Well, it's just that every time I try to talk to him about it, I chicken out, and I know you said Spencer knows what he's doing, so I figured I'd ask you..."

She could tell that Kelley was embarrassed, so Y/N reached out to hold her hand. "Hey, Kel, it's okay. You know I'm happy to help. And I'll talk to Spencer about it, but I really think you should try talking to Derek yourself, too, okay?"

She nodded, a small smile adorning her face. "Okay."

***

Repeating this conversation with Spencer was going to be... well, weird, as Kelley had put it. It really was a strange request, but Y/N was more than willing to help out a friend in need, especially if it meant said friend was going to get laid like she deserved.

She just had to figure out how to bring it up. The best way was probably to just sit down and talk about it, but she didn't want to spring it on him at random.

So, she used decided that maybe some... inspiration would be good.

She studied her boyfriend as he went down on her that night, paying attention to how his fingers felt as the pushed and curled themselves into her, how his tongue explored her like a paintbrush exploring a canvas with beautiful precision.

And when it was all over, she laid beside him and stroked his hair, smiling. "You're so good at that," she mused. The praise put a smile on his face, as it always did. But he became suspicious when she took it too far, adding, "Seriously, you should teach men how to properly please a woman."

"Y/N?" Spencer asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You're trying to get at something, what is it?"

"Well, uh... this is probably going to sound really weird, but you have to hear me out, okay?"

"O—kay?"

Y/N sighed, a small shake of her head following. "Well, I talked to Kelley yesterday, because she had something she wanted to talk to me about, and, uh... she said that... Oh, wow, this is so fucking weird—ShewantedtoknowifyoucouldteachDerekhowtomakehercumbecausehe'sreallybadatit."

She blinked, and Spencer blinked back at her, the two of them laying together in silence for a good ten to fifteen seconds.

And then he started to laugh.

"W—What? Is that too weird? Because I told Kelley she should just try talking to him, but she really wanted me to ask you because I'd mentioned how good you are, and she just figured since you two worked together and that we're all friends that you wouldn't have a problem telling him about everything, an—"

Spencer reached out to brush the back of his hand across her cheek. "Hey, slow down, okay? Look. The idea that I have to teach Derek Morgan of all people how to make a woman cum is just... It's funny to me, and surely you understand why... And besides, how would I even bring that up? It's not like I can just walk up to him and be like Hey, Morgan, your girlfriend thinks you suck in bed and she wants me to show you how to do it right."

Y/N blinked up at him again, and he blinked back, the both of them starting to realize how that sounded.

"Yeah, maybe don't lead with that," she said, patting his arm. "Look, you guys talk about your sex lives sometimes, right? I mean, you're both guys in relationships, I'm sure it's come up at some point."

"No, Y/N, not really," he said, clearly exasperated and most decidedly not thrilled about the idea of talking sex with his co-workers.

Still, she sighed. "Spence, please? I told Kelley I'd talk to you about it, and she's really desperate here. Besides, it would be rude to let Derek Morgan of all people go around thinking he's great at sex when he's really not, don't you think?"

Spencer really seemed to think about that for a moment, before huffing a laugh. "Actually that sounds pretty funny to me."

Y/N slapped his arm.  "I'm serious! At least do it for Kelley's sake... The poor girl deserves to feel good, right?"

"If I do it, can we end this conversation?" he gave in, clearly not in the mood to talk about their friends' sex life.

"Wait really? You'll do it?"

Spencer sighed. "Yes, I'll do it. It's most likely going to be more awkward than this conversation, but I'll do it."

With a laugh and a quick kiss to the lips, Y/N pulled him closer and said, "I love you, you know."

***

He hoped he wouldn't have to do much talking at all. Which is why he brought a bag of books on female anatomy and pleasure. He tried for the entire train ride to work to figure out the best way to even bring it all up, but when he actually stepped into the bullpen, he almost froze up with nerves.

He spotted Derek from across the room and in a split second decided that it would be best to just rip the band-aid off.

So, he briskly made his way over to his friend and set the bag of books in front of him on the desk. "I want to preface this by saying it wasn't my idea. Kelley and Y/N were talking about some stuff, and they asked me to talk to you, so I'm just going to give it to you straight. These are for you."

"Whoa, kid, slow down. What did they want you to tell me?"

Spencer looked around nervously before taking a deep breath. "Well, um... Y/N and I were talking last night, and she said that Kelley had this weird request for her, and, um... I guess she wanted Y/N to ask me to talk to you about... um... how to have better sex?"

He said the last part very quietly and immediately looked down at his feet. When he looked back at Morgan, he almost looked like he'd been petrified, actually frozen in time with the blankest expression ever seen.

"What?" he asked just as blankly.

"Please don't make me say it again," Spencer signed.

"Reid, I don't know what you mean."

"Look, I know this is really weird, trust me, I know, but I, uh... I wrote out some detailed notes for you, and there are also some books in that bag, so it should help."

Derek looked down at the bag and then back to Spencer, still puzzled. "I... You're not serious... This is some kinda prank, isn't it?"

"I swear it's not, just... Look, after sex, has Kelley ever stayed in the bathroom for like ten minutes or longer?"

"Excuse me?"

"Just answer my question!" Spencer whispered harshly, still looking around to make sure no one would hear.

"Reid, I'm not— Oh... Oh... No..." The journey that Derek's face took almost Spencer feel kind of bad for him, though he'd be lying if a large part of him didn't find this whole thing absolutely hilarious.

"But like I said, I have things to help you," Spencer rushed out. "It's not... Look, maybe it would be better if you just talked to Kelley about it... In the end it's all really about you two, and if you don't have communication coinciding with your sex life then chances are it's not... very good."

"Kelley wanted you to talk to me... That's what she said?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so. Y/N told me that she said she couldn't... you know, finish when she was with you and she wanted me to talk to you about it."

"Why?" It was obvious that Derek was having a hard time believing all of this, even after having the epiphany.

"I don't know, I guess Y/N told Kelley at one point that I was good at it? Look, it's not a big deal, just... read the stuff I gave you, and it should help, and then we never have to talk about this ever again, okay?"

Still grappling with everything he'd just learned, Morgan muttered out an, "O—kay?"

"Good talk," Spencer said quickly, turning around and getting out of there as fast as he could.

***

Later that week, Y/N and Spencer were watching a movie on the couch, and things had been... fairly normal considering all that had happened the previous weekend.

A knock sounded at the door, and with neither of them expecting any company, they paused the movie and answered the door together, swinging it open to find Kelley standing in front of them with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine.

Before either of them could say anything, Kelley handed the flowers to Spencer and the wine to Y/N, a smile on her face. "Sorry for stopping by on short notice, but I just, uh... I wanted to thank you guys for helping me out... You know..."

"Oh!" the couple said at the same time, a bit of heat creeping up on both their cheeks.

"Yeah, it wasn't a problem," Y/N said.

"Really," Spencer reassured.

"Yeah, I know it was, uh... a strange request but it really did wonders, and we talked over everything, so, it's, uh... It's all good now. So, thanks again. I just wanted to bring over some gifts to say thank you."

Even though the whole situation had been rather out of their comfort zones, Y/N told Kelley with earnest, "Happy to help."

She left, and Spencer and Y/N set their gifts on the coffee table.

"What did you tell Derek, exactly?" she asked curiously. "You never did tell me what happened."

"Oh, um... I just gave him some books, and I wrote out some notes for him."

With a smirk and a loving gaze, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "They must have been some pretty damn good notes if it warranted presents..."

"What can I say, I'm a good note taker," he said, returning her smile.

"Well, I think I'll have to be the judge of that. Show me what you got, smarty pants..."

Let's just say that by the end of the night, Y/N knew Kelley was in good hands.

[nintendousimp]

Train of Thought...

Part:1 Getting Caught

Master 👉Next

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader, Miya Atsumux Reader.

Character: Gender Neutral! or I want to everyone to feel comfortable so any pronouns welcomed for this story.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Some angst and colorful language, mentions of cheating and getting caught in the action, mentions of also thinking to forgive unfaithful partner, some grammar errors 😅 ( I need to emphasize this by saying that English is not my first language and although my English is great I still have a lot of trouble so constructive criticism is welcomed 🥰)

Word Count: 2k

Released date: January 19th 2021

I feel like I need to emphasize that all of the characters in this story are aged up! I’m not comfortable with talking about sexual topics if the characters are still in high school and are underage so,this is a timeskip!😅

Before we go any further into the story, I plan to post part 2 of this! Part 2 will take me a bit longer to post due to personal matters but it will be posted!

Enjoy my first ever Haikyuu x Reader Fic!!!

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You’ve been working late into the night for the past few months so he must’ve thought that this would be your same routine from your previous nights. He's always been a careful person. He knows you have your location on. He always knows where you are but not just for your safety but to also bring her over.

He knows this is wrong. He loves you and knows he could've talked to you about maybe spending less time at work and maybe make a bit more time for him. Atsumu knows that your work is important and he's not gonna take advantage of you like that, especially when you come home from work tired, and with his volleyball schedule and his career you guys barely got to spend time with each other.

He wants to stop this but his need never stops. He knows what he has with her is just something done out of lust and that’s it. Atsumu only wants her around just to make his cock feel good and that’s it. He's already made it very clear he does not plan to leave you and to not get any crazy ideas.

He thought that tonight would be just like any other. He couldn’t have known that you were on your way home. He couldn’t have possibly remembered that today of all days was the release day of your book that you've put months of work into. Who knew that by mistake you left your phone at the office. All he knew at that moment was that your best friend's pussy takes him so well.

As you were driving your way home all you could think about is to hug your husband and yell to the world that you've finally finished your first written work! You felt such accomplishment that this book that you've put all your heart, sweat, and tears into was finally released! So many people believed in your dream but you felt you really couldn’t have done it without the love and support from your husband.

There have been many times where you felt like you haven't been given Atsumu much attention. You've been working long hours and at times late into the night to get this book out before the deadline you've been given. All those hours of hard work you felt paid off, now all that’s left to do is celebrate and who to celebrate better than your husband. After all, he's the inspiration behind your book.

You get out of your car making your way towards the entrance of your house. You notice a car that you've seen before but you can't remember where, so you just brush it off and make your way to the door. As you're unlocking the main entrance door, you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The house is dark and there's no one in the living area, I mean what did you expect its one in the morning. You were going about your routine trying to not wake Atsumu up when you hear some strange noises coming from your shared master.

As you're approaching the hallway that leads to your room, you've noticed the noises are starting to sound a lot more like sexual moans. Your first thought would've been that Atsumu might've fallen asleep while watching porn, and you'd believe that. But these moans sounded too real to be coming from the tv in your shared bedroom. You can see from the small gap underneath the door that the lights are still on.

You're getting ready to enter your room when you notice that the door is slightly open. If only someone were to prepare you for what you were about to see. As you enter the room you see what no woman ever wants to go through. Your husband Atsumu on top of another woman.

"I can never see myself with anyone that wasn’t my husband," you said.

Who would’ve thought that my marriage was falling apart… not me right?

Have I been so oblivious this whole time?

How long has this been going on? The question I proceeded to ask myself...

How did I not see this coming?

But now that you saw everything with your own eyes, you realized you’ve put all the pieces to a puzzle you didn’t even know you were solving.

Today was publishing day and you were gonna surprise Tsumu by coming home after the book release, you would have called but your phone may have been misplaced somewhere in your office. You didn’t have time to go back to the office, you’ve been missing Tsumu a lot. But the surprise you got when you entered your shared bedroom and watched as your husband was on top of another woman was not something you ever expected to happen.

As you stood there watching your husband fuck another woman and not just any woman but your best friend all you could think about was, Atsumu the man that promised to be with you for the rest of your life was in your bed fucking your best friend. You want to be angry, you want to run and scream at them, you want to ask why they did it. Not that any explanation would fix anything, you just couldn’t say anything. As you stood there for what felt like a lifetime. Did you lose your train of thought? Did you forget how to talk?

He finally notices that you’ve been standing there. He panics and gets off your best friend as he tries making his way towards you.  All you could think to do at that moment was to just close the door and run out of the house towards your car and make your way out of there. You started driving with no destination in mind, you just wanted to be anywhere away from this bomb. As you're driving, you end up taking the route that leads you to Akaashi’s place. You get out of the car and make your way towards his door.

It’s like you came here out of instinct.

How can you not when you guys have been working on this project for the past several months. He’s a great editor and a great friend too! He appreciates your hard work! You remember when you told him that you wanted to give writing another try and had an idea for a book he immediately offered his services as an editor. He’s always offered his help to you. Even goes out of his way to help you research some titles or genres that you could find interest in writing. He’s a great guy and you’ve grown very close to him.

Now you’re at Keijis place late in the hours of the night. You decided that you couldn’t do this by yourself so you knock on his door.

“Y/N are you alright, What are you doing out so late?” He asks.

You shake your head no. How were you gonna tell Akaashi your world was falling apart. He’s your editor, he shouldn’t need to know that your husband just cheated on you with your best friend.

“Would you like to come in? We can talk about whatever is troubling you?”

He doesn’t give you a second to answer before he grabs your hand and guides you to the living room. He has you sit on his sofa while he makes you both some tea. Some time has passed since you arrived at Akaashi’s, you’re telling him everything that happened an hour prior to being there. Akaashi is tracing small circles on your back. He tells you that this wasn’t your fault and you're not one to blame here and that

“Hey Y/N?”

“Did you say something Keiji?” Y/N says looking up from his shoulder. He can tell they’ve been crying. Akaashi hated seeing them like this. These past several months, he got to know Y/N as a very kind and goal-minded person. He saw someone who only strived to make her and other’s visions come to reality. The months Akaashi spent with Y/N were by far the best few months of his life. He would never tell Y/N that.t He hates that the book is done because now they won’t get to spend as much time together as they used to.

The months he’s been with her he got to spend a lot of time getting to know her world. He observed the way she would get when she had writer’s block. The number of times he’s watched her get frustrated at how she didn’t like the ending of a chapter for the book. He saw how countless nights she felt helpless and wanted to quit. She would fall into a negative state where she convinced herself she wasn’t a good writer. He also saw the nights where she would vent to him about Atsumu becoming distant once again. NIghts where they would drown themselves with work just so they didn’t think about crying.

He saw all of that. Nights where y/n needed Atsumu. Late nights where he was fucking his wife’s best friend.

“What’s your next move?” Akaashi asked.

“I think the best thing right now is for me to go home and get an explanation”

Your expression is giving regret all over it. How were you gonna go back home and look Atsumu in the face? What more could he explain that you don’t already know? You keep going back and forth between blaming yourself more than blaming him. You want to put this in your head as if it was your fault. But you know deep down that if Atsumu really loves you like he says he does he wouldn’t have cheated. At the end of the day, he cheated on you, not the other way around.

“I think I'm gonna call Yachi and see if she’s okay with me spending a few nights at her place just until I figure out what I’m gonna do. In the meantime, I gotta get back home.”

You sigh, you're getting ready to get up when Akaashi takes a hold of your hand

“Wait Before you go, I have a suggestion for tonight if you’d like to hear”

Akaashi doesn’t want you going alone but he also feels as if he’s overstepping his boundaries. He knows this is none of his business but why does he feel like it is?

“How about we go get some of your things and you spend the night here?”

It was a nice offer from Keiji, but you already feel like a burden. He’s been so kind as to listen to you, you just don’t wanna cause him any more trouble.  

“ I appreciate the offer Keiji but I don’t wanna wrap you up in my troubles.”

“ Y/N you’re no trouble, I just want you to know that you’re more than welcomed to stay here.” Akaashi knew you’d reject his invitation. He knows you’re not the type of person to rely on others' help, you’re a giver not a taker after all.

“Can you promise me if you don’t wanna be there with Atsumu you’ll call me and come here?” Akaashi the overthinker, always worrying about others.

“ I promise I’ll call you Keiji, if anything happens I promise to come back here.” The answer appeases him, he lets your hand go.

“Thank you Y/N Can I walk you out?” You nod and make your way towards the entrance door.

“Thank you for having me over at this time of night..” before you could finish your sentence, you were pulled into Akaashi’s arms.

“You don’t have to thank me Y/N, I’m glad you trust me enough to open up about what happened.”

You don’t know why but his words are making you feel safe. You trust Keiji, he’s not the type of guy to hurt anybody.

You thank Akaashi again as he walks you to your car “ Can I check on you tomorrow?”

You reply with a nod “ See you tomorrow Keiji.”

Both of you say your goodbyes. As you’re leaving Akaashi’s house, you can’t help but feel nervous about the conversation you were about to have with your husband. What was gonna happen with your marriage? Can this be forgiven? Questions that kept plaguing your head. Only one question stuck out more than the others…

Do I wanna divorce Atsumu?

Summary:

L/N F/N a young adult working on their first ever book with the help of editor and friend (Akaashi). Discovers that their husband has been cheating on them for the past few months that they’ve  been working nonstop. Heartbroken y/n decides to drown herself in their work. Will they be able to Forgive their cheating husband from his infidelity or will they approach the man who fell in love with them while working on their book?

© All fiction rights of the story belong to @nintendousimp​

Characters belong to the Haruichi Furudate.

[ushiwakaout]

Lead Singer! Tamaki Amajiki with tattoo artist & lead guitarist S/O || MHA

Genre: Rock Star AU || Fluff || Self-Indulgent angst ||

⚠️ Warnings: Drug Use || Nsfw || Orgy || Mommy kink? ||

Words: 2k+

A/N: very self indulgent bc i love rockstar aus i’ve never seen one of tamaki so here it is! 

Gender Neutral Reader

Dude, don’t even get me started

HE SINGS LIKE JESSE THE GUY WHO SING SWEATHER WEATHER AND DADDY ISSUES

Can you imagine his singing devils advocate, holy shit he’d look so good MA’AM PLEASE

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT HE WOULDN’T DRESS LIKE HARRY STYLES 

He’s still shy and still has stage fright the first few times but your his lead guitar player (dated before the band was together)

Mirio is on the drums while Nejire is the bass player

It’s so hard not to pounce on him once he gets into his music like wow 

ESPECIALLY IF HE SUNG DEVILS ADVOCATE

You guys wear a matching matte black rings and people assume you’re married, y’all never say no so you’re gonna let people assume bc you’re fine with it.

You used to be a tattoo artist so many tattoos Tamaki has or will have, it’s done by you, he won’t want 

After every set he’ll either kiss you or your hand, it just depends if you go straight into the next set or not

He sings pretty boy dedicated to you bc if it where all to end, he’d be okay if it was by your side

The fans either ship you or they don’t 

It’s a little hard thinking that people don’t think you’re a good match but Tamaki always says that you’re his angel and he’d never fall in love with anyone else bc you’re his soulmate 

Some fans ship him with mirio and they both think its funny bc they’ve been best friends since they where kids so they don’t have a problem

But Tamaki does not, DOES NOT like it when they ship him with Nejire. Not that he doesn’t like her bc she, along with mirio, got him out of his comfort zone a lot (in a good way). 

He sees the way you’re smile fades when you see a post about their ship, people saying that they look good and all. It’s gotten to a point of wanting to break up with Tamaki just to make a handfull of fans happy

You’d do anything for his music to rise up the ranks, even if it meant losing your relationship

You’ve gone to mirio sobbing about this, it kinda hurt Tamaki that you didn’t go to him but you just couldn’t face him without the reminder of those stupid post

There was one day where a post said “look at the way he looks at her, he looks at her like he’s in love with her.” You looked at the picture for a long time and didn’t even realize the water works

You didn’t really mention it to anybody but when tamaki sang pretty boy, everyone could tell that it had a different feel to it

the set was over and before tamaki could look at you, you had already gone off the stage and ran towards the back locking yourself into the bathroom and kinda just letting it all out

god you hated this feeling, the ache in your chest 

Tamaki basically broke into the bathroom and froze when he saw you crying. He was so worry and so angry at the same time.

You both ended up crying on the bathroom floor together proclaiming your love for each other in such a snotty mess that it ended in laughter.

After that incident there was a long thread tweet of Tamaki explaining politely why he doesn’t like when people ship him with someone else other than his s/o or mirio (bc you don’t mind it either) people could tell that he was angry through the tweet and it was a lil scary bc tamaki DOES NOT GET ANGRY 

anygays- angst is over, sorry very self-indulgent. 

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T SMOKE DUE TO ANXIETY 

You guys have 21+ concerts bc it’s those type of concerts where u can smoke weed legally and drink

SHOT GUN SMOKE WITH TAMAKI HOT HOT HOT

Tamaki’s a lil high so he does it with mirio too and u end up doing it with nejire (your relationship def gets a lot better after the whole shipping situation bc yall talk about it and nejire ends up outing herself to you guys as a lesbian)

so if you’re a girl, Tamaki will def. tell her to watch herself when it comes to his girl but if you’re a dude- you guys are like oh... cool, good for you.

MMM  tourbus sex

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT AS A BAND YALL DIDN’T DO SOMETHING TOGETHER

you don’t Nejire anywhere near Tamaki tho, def a small cat fight while it happens 

TAMAKI GOT REALLY JELOUS WHEN MIRIO KISSED YOU OH MAN

Tamaki def fucked you several times while Mirio was listening bc TAMAKI WANTS HIM TOO KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TOO (cannon amajiki is a bottom and probably a pillow prince but fannon tamaki is a switch but in my head in this au TAMAKI IS A HARDCORE TOP)

Several occasions where you have to sit down during concerts bc tamaki ruined you minutes beforehand

FOR A FUCKING FACT yall do it in the dressing room and he just cums inside you and slips you’re underwear back on minutes before set AND U HAVE NO TIME TO CLEAN YOURSELF SO YOU’RE LIKE FUCK

mmm i love me some dom tamaki

Okay lets get to award shows

B E S T D R E S S E D C O U P L E A W A R D 

its something like this:  female / male

if y’all win something tamaki will NOT speak, way too many people are looking at him at the moment and he almost died during the pictures. 

“some many flashing cameras”

holds your hand tighter and y’all ask to get escorted out 

If y’all live together like only you and him, you’re house def is the definition of dark decor

if you guys every do get married, you aren’t getting a live band, everyone thought you did but it turns out it’s you guys in wedding attire- they love it.

Also very small wedding, somehow able to hide it from the pap and its like 50 people or so, mostly friends and like 1/3 family

100% LIKE PEWDIEPIES WEDDING. very very private but very nature/dark decor 

do y’all get wedding tattoos. yes. but not matching, not really.

do y’all tattoo each-other at the wedding... yes.

on your ring finger you have a sun and he has the moon.

you are the light that guides his threw the darkness  and he is your sun, always lighting up your life you know bc the sun lights up the moon

y’all just love eachother sorry

you don’t break up and y’all don’t expect to

BABIES Fem version

do you still play while pregnant yes

are people surprised, yell yeah

you gotta sit down tho bc your feet are killing you 

around the 6 to 9 month mark, the band goes on a break tamaki ends up going solo for a bit during the break and he makes you sing with him AND WOW do you get a larger fanbase bc of it. yes

angelic voice of a pregnant mother

it made tamaki horny, like how the fuck are are you so fucking great at fucking everything please let me fuck you god please

will whine, WILL CALL YOU MOMMY god yes

BABIES Male version.

Yall really wanted to adopt w one baby but the baby you liked had a twin so youre like HOW CAN U TAKE ONE AND NOT THE OTHER

they are twins but ones a boy and one is a girl

god you love them with all your heart

BABIES IN GENERAL (fem version yall have twins too, boy and girl)

they grow up to be band geeks, yall love it but your boy learns piano and the girl ends up playing the guitar (def not the outcome you guys thought it would be but you really dont care)

Let set names Mizuki for a girl, Haru for a boy. (legit beautiful moon and the sun)

Mizuki is very alternative meets fairy academia/ loves plants. probably a baby witch: has the same attitude as Tamaki

Haru is Dark Academia meets city pop / loves record, old gadgets and reading books: very much more like their other parent 

If y’all ever retire to just making music at home the kids are def. gonna take the band name and just put “The new gen” after it. You guys make fun of them for being unoriginal and they get pouty 

but they had you guys crying the first time they got a gig. they both sing, make music like billie and finneas and y’all just so proud. 

when you guys start getting older they will take you to award shows as their date to flex the fact that they are gen celebs who actually made something off of their parent success unlike some people

y’all just flex you’re kid bc they doing so well

just for shits and giggles (kids are like 22 at this point, you guys are like 46) :

Haru would probably get a girl pregnant during a one night stand and end up in a baby daddy situation

Mizuki probably steals Tamakis weeb and smokes it w lavander, you catch her and you’re like.... is it good? mother/father daughter smoke sesh

Haru is like “where’s mom, i need her to run by some notes- are you guys smoking? I’m telling dad.”

“It’s not like you’re dad doesn’t smoke either.” 

Haru and Mizuki are like “WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?!” 

“Since always... how’d you think he got over his stage fright? It’s not like i could go down on you’re dad every time before a concert to lift his nerves.”

Fake gagging from the two kids. 

You guys a def the parents who kinda don’t care about your image but you don’t let your kids go off easy

They are good kids who kept good grades and never got caught while doing trouble- so they are well respected and have liberty to do what they like.

There ends up being an article about your family and the cover is you guys- all of you with your nails painted and eyemakeup

very very controversial interview with strict and non liberals calling you guys bad parents and such

and you guys also talked about the topic about how you cared for your children. explaining that you guys stopped smoking, stopped drinking, kept a healty diet until they where 15. once they became 18 it was a very open enviroment, letting your kids grow the way they want and not suffocating them. not shoving down their beliefs and likes- they grew up the way they wanted to with the care of their parents.

parents kinda hate you ngl, yall too great sksksksk

yall also play the game where they ask you questions and if you don’t answer you have to take a shot

Mizuki: “Oh ew, please don’t answer this question... Have you ever had- *clears throat* have you guys ever had sex while we where in the house

Tamaki gets all red and shoves a shot down your throat and now you don’t get to answer “But I wanted to answer!” Haru is cringing hard and he takes a shot himself “You guys are gross”

Haru asks a question and just HATES IT “Oh god... Okay- Only because I wanna know I’m asking parent number 2 (you’re parent #2) Is the rumor of you guys doing the dirty with your band true. Did you guys have an orgy.”

You start to laugh your ass off but Mizuki and Tamaki are looking at eachother bc they cant believe they’ve done this Haru def is out of his shy bubble and now Mizuki has it

“You want a shot papa?” She asked tamaki, he just nodds and she fills it to the brim, “I think thats enough.” But before he’s able to reach for it, She shoots it down and put another one full for him

“Oh yeah, that’s true. Kinda i guess, it wasn’t really an orgy- It was more like two couples doing it in the same room while doing it but you’re uncle mirio did kiss me.”

Kids: Forever gagging

Tamaki: Forever blushing

You: Ah sweet memories :)

Request are open! You can request anyone from My Hero Academia (low key wont write for tsu or uraraka. Will not write for mineta), Haikyuu, Attack on Titan or Balance Unlimited!

[saelwen]

Eonwë x Modern!Reader

Eonwë x Modern!Reader

Request by a lovely anon:

Hi! Can we get Eonwe and a modern!reader oneshot ❤️

Masterlist

Warning: Death, Fluff

Words: 2k

“I can’t see shit!” you snarl under your breath as you drive your old car through a heavy storm.

It has been a particularly awful day for you. When you got to your workplace in the morning, you were met by a tone of paperwork on your desk. By the lunch break, your boss had come to you and start yelling at you for something that your stupid coworker had done.

When you were preparing to drive home, a big storm broke. Pouring rain so heavy that you couldn’t anything in the road. You were grumpy from your horrible day, all you wanted was to go home and have a lovely hot bath with a delicious wine to go with.  

Your phone ringed, making you look down for a second. You took from your bag and look to the flat screen, seeing your boss number on it. A grunt fell from your lips and you throw your phone back to your bag.

“Whatever he needs, it will have to wait.” you murmured.

You turn your gaze back to the road and a curse fell from your lips as you see the front of a massive truck in front of you. You don’t know of what had happened next since you blacked out, only feeling a sharp pain on your stomach and hearing screams along with ambulance sirens.

----

A soft hand cup your cheek gently, making you groan and turn away from the gentle touch.

“Just more five minutes!” you mumbled, trying to push the cover-up to your head but not finding it.

Your eyes shot open and you sit up, looking around with wide eyes. Remembering the awful pain on your stomach and the warm liquid falling from it. You look down and notice that there wasn’t any wound on you, not even a single scratch. You were wearing a white sundress that goes down to your ankles.

“What the fuck?” you whisper quietly, confused.

“That’s not very nice to say.” a rich gentle voice sounded beside you, make you jump in surprise.

Beside you stood a beautiful man with long light brown hair. His eyes were radiate golden, something that you’ve never seen at anyone. The man was wearing some kind of armor, long delicate feathers coming out from his shoulder plates. Was he some kind of cosplayer? And why was he so close to you?

“Who are you?!” you asked, your voice firm.

The man stood up, his muscled body towering yours. “I think I'm the one who should make that question, Human,” he said calmly.  

“Human?! Excuse me but I have a name!” you said while standing up, trying to seem intimidating but failing since you were a tiny thing beside the massive man. You looked more a tiny angry chihuahua.

“Then enlighten me with your name, Human,” he said with his brow lifted, a small smirk on his lips as he said human.

You roll your eyes and put your hands on your waist, puffing your chest. “I’m Y/n L/n! And who are you? And why are you cosplaying?” you said while looking up and down to his strange armor.

The man tilted his handsome face, totally confused by your words. “Cosplaying? What’s that?” he asked.

“Don’t joke with me! I’m not at my best mood today!” you sigh tiredly. “Cosplay is what you are wearing!” you said while pointing to his clothes.

He looks down at his clothes, still confused by what you mean. “Excuse me but this is my armor! Forged by the best craftsman in all Arda, Aulë!” he said with a proud smile. Arda? Aulë? Where the fuck are you?!  

Looking at your surroundings, you notice that you were in the middle of a beautiful valley. Tall green grass shaking with the soft breeze. The sun shining high in the sky, bathe you two in his warmth.  

“Oh, God...I really died!... I died and now I'm at heaven with a cosplayer angel!” you whisper, your breath coming out in little puffs. Panic and fear spreading through your body like wildfire. “W..Where am I?” you asked quietly to the man.

“You are in Valinor! The blessed lands!... Lands that weren’t made for humans which why I want to know how did you get here?” his voice deep and dark, make you shiver.

Taking a deep breath, you put your hand on where should be a large wound from the accident and look to him. “I..I don’t know how did I get here... I just had a car accident, which had taken my life, and then I woke here.” you sigh and look down. “I just wanted to go home,” you whisper.

The man sighs and begins walking towards a huge gate, nodding for you to follow him. “Well, that didn’t answer my question very well. I take you to my King and see what he thinks.” he said more gently this time. “And by the way...I’m Eonwë.” a small grin appears on his rough lips which made a light blush spread through your cheeks.

---

Your meeting with King Manwë and Queen Varda was the most incredible and terrifying thing that you ever made. When you enter in the Throne room, you were amazed by the architect of the room. It was like something from a medieval movie.  

Your eyes almost jump from your face when you saw Queen Varda. She had long beautiful black locks that were decorated with small pearls, making it look like she had stars on her hair. Her skin was pale like the moon which highlights her dark blue gown.  

Her husband, King Manwë, was also something from another world. He was contrary to his wife, he had long white hair and light brown skin. He was wearing long white and grey robes, with a beautiful silver crown on his head.

Your arrival was also a huge surprise to them, confused by how a mere human could enter in the blessed lands.

You told them your story and that earns you a sympathy gaze from Queen Varda. They told Eonwë to keep an eye on you and to not tell the other Valar and elves of your existence. He nods and took you to your hiding chambers which were in his room, almost like a walking closet. It was larger than your old apartment.  

“They were cool!” you said cheerfully while jumping on your new bed.

“Cool?” he tilts his head, confused by your strange vocabulary. “What’s that mean?”  

You let out a giggle and roll your eyes. “It means that they were good people,” you said, yawning loudly.

“Well, I will let you have some rest,” he said while walking out of your room. “Have a cool rest, Lady Y/n.” with that he closes the door.

You let out a chuckle, trying to not laugh like a maniac from him trying to huge your vocabulary. As your head hit the soft pillow you were out, sleeping like a baby.

---

Weeks pass by with you closed in your room. You were told that you can’t roam freely in Valinor since no one except Eonwë and King Manwë and his Queen, knew about you.  

You try once to convince Eonwë to take you outside but he only shook his head and told you that he had to follow his King orders.

With nothing to do, you pass your days reading some books from Eonwë’s room or listening to his stories which you adore. You two had become really close since you almost share the room.  

He was quite patient with you, trying to teach you his language and his culture. You were shocked when he told you that he was freaking God....well not exactly a God but he was immortal and have freaking powers! You had asked him once to teach you how to use a sword but he said that he had to ask his King first.

A groan fell from your lips as you look out from the huge windows, seeing the beautiful large moon high in the dark sky.

“I would give a leg for just to touch the grass.” you murmured.

“That won't be necessary, Lady Y/n.” a familiar smooth voice sounded behind you.

You look back and saw Eonwë standing by the door with a smirk on his face. His long brown hair styled on a messy bun. He was wearing a long robe which was a surprise since you only see him in his armor. You liked to see him like this. He looked more ...relaxed.

“What that’s means?” you asked while walking towards him.

He grabs your hand gently with his and pulls you, leading out of the room. “I have a surprise for you but you have to keep silence about this,” he said with his perfect eyebrow lifted. You nod quickly and let him lead you to your surprise.

After walking down the large hallways and walk down long stairs, you were standing outside. A huge grin broke through your face, happy to feel the warm breeze hit your skin.  

You two were standing in the middle of a beautiful garden. A sweet smell hovered the air, making your body and mind relax. Eonwë leads you to a bench stone and you two sat there, hearing the smooth water falling down of the fountain beside you.

“This place is amazing!” you whisper, looking around in awe.

“I thought that you would like it,” he said, looking up to the large moon. “You are a very strange being, Y/n”  

You look up at him, frowning slightly. “How so?” you asked.

“From the day I found you in that valley, you haven’t cry not even once.” his voice was soft and calm. “Not once wished to go back to your old life...to your world.”  

You took a deep breath and look down at your hands. “My life wasn’t great there...didn’t have family or friends. No one to miss.” you clean a small tear that had escaped from your eye. “While here had a friend... someone to call family,” you whisper, looking to him from under your thick lashes.

A gentle smile was on his face, his golden eyes shined with the moonlight. He puts his large hand on yours and squeezes it gently. “I’m glad to hear that, Y/n...I also have found a friend in you...even more than that.” the last words come out in a whisper but you caught it.

You smile and rest your head on his shoulder, sighing happily. He wraps his strong around your waist and pulls you to him, kissing softly your head.

You two stay all night there, looking at the moon with gentle smiles on your faces. Happy to be on each other arms.

Hey Guys!!! Here’s a new one-shot with Eonwë!! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think! 

XOXO

[hyunsracha]

poetry —  kim seungmin

word count: 2k

summary: why are crushes so difficult?

“why are crushes so difficult?”

this was kim seungmin’s dilemma.

he flops down on his best friend’s bed, glaring at the romance movie posters plastered on the walls.

“what’s so difficult about them, minnie? they’re fun! you get butterflies and blushy and you start trying to write poetry...all that fun stuff?” his best friend, hwang hyunjin, didn’t even look up from his notes to speak.

hyunjin was the sappiest, most love-filled person seungmin knew. he loved romance movies and dating and being in love.

seungmin, on the other hand, had never had a crush before. sure, he’s been attracted to people, but no …. poetic thoughts.

“p-poetry?”

“yeah. do you….oh my god.” hyunjin stood from his desk chair, “do you write poetry about y/n?”

“n-no!”

“KIM SEUNGMIN.” and he pounced. he landed right next to seungmin on the bed, hands coming out to smack at the younger boy as he squealed.

“show it to me, show it to me!!!! i’m your best friend, minnie!”

“WHICH IS WHY IT’S WEIRD GET AWAY FROM ME-”

hyunjin huffed, his bottom lip jutting out.

“fine. but you’re really whipped, you know.”

“yeah. tell me about it.”

“okay! well, for example, today y/n came into the lunchroom and you spilled your milk-”

“HYUNJIN I DIDN’T MEAN- okay.” seungmin sighed, turning to face the boy he ‘unfortunately’ called his best friend, “what do i do?”

“have you ever thought about, i dunno, confessing?”

“eat my shorts.”

hyunjin went back to his desk, returning his attention to his math homework, “then sit and be in love and fucking Perish.”

it wasn’t seungmin’s fault he didn’t wanna confess!!

maybe he would confess if everyone else wasn’t >:(((

he understood that you were like … super pretty and nice and smart and perfect in every way (◕ ◡ ◕)

but it was like someone new confessed to you Every Day

even people from other schools!!!! >:(((

one day, he was leaving the school, and he saw you on the sidewalk with a boy from ur school’s Rival School

and the boy was blushing >:( and he had a flower in his hand >:(

but u rejected him!

just like u rejected Everyone

and he didn’t understand,,,

u could have Anyone U Wanted

whatever! he liked u better single

it meant he still maybe had a chance :(

to be honest, seungmin doesn’t remember when he first starting liking u

maybe it was when you two got paired up in chemistry and you knew Nothing about chemistry

“okay so put in one drop of the clear.”

“w-what’s in the clear?”

“it’s water, y/n.”

“oh!” and you blushed and seungmin’s heart went JFSGJSKH

or maybe it was during hoco when he was just chilling, drinking some punch, chomping on a cookie

and you came up to him :((( all shy :((( and u looked SO GOOD

and you asked him to dance with you

yeah he choked on his cookie a little bit but then that boy was ON THE DANCE FLOOR

surprisingly, seungmin Did know how to dance

being best friends with the co-captain of the dance team since kindergarten has its perks!

u were a lil shocked too like that mf just Took You In His Arms and started swaying and u were like HUH????

when did seungmin become a MAN

he didn’t, he’s just a very sophisticated Boy.

hyunjin thinks seungmin started liking you when you first met

seungmin thinks hyunjin is fucking stupid

he was FIVE and all seungmin cared about when he was 5 was sour gummy worms

“isn’t that all u care about now?”

“sour gummy worms AND Y/N!!!”

so yeah, seungmin was #whipped

AND THE POETRY THING KSJGSKGJ ok hear him out

it was 4am and he had spent like 30 years studying for a chemistry test and he was stressed to the Max and just wanted to lay down

and when he lays down, his mind naturally turns to U

and in his sleep deprived state his mind was just . Mush .

so he dragged his body back to his desk and just ~wrote~

yeah, he couldn’t look you in the eye the next day but he got his feelings out.

he couldn’t help his crush on u, especially when u were in his group of friends

hyunjin, jisung, felix, seungmin, you, and jeongin

sound like chaos? because It Is.

u and seungmin have basically become the parents of this little friend group

“jeongin let me see what u have”

“a knife”

“NO”

and

“How did jisung get on the ceiling.”

“FELIX TOLD ME I COUDL BE SPIDERMAN”

“JISUNG GET THE FUCK DOWN”

of course, being the parents meant a lot of … Teasing

especially from hyunjin, bc he was the only one who knew about seungmin’s crush

hyunjin: so when’s the wedding :D

seungmin, halting his onion slicing: Excuse Me?

you: hehe whenever seungmin’s ready!!  i know he wants to go to law school first!!

seungmin, chopping onions at LIGHTNING SPEED: HAHAHA OKAY Y/N

you always said things like that and it made him JFKDJK

one time the others were teasing him bc he dyed his hair red and they kept calling him cherry and u just went:

“so WHAT if he looks like a cherry he’s my CUTE cherry” and u grabbed his hand and glared at everyone like -__________-

seungmins brain: WHW-WW LIPSTICK

seungmins heart: H UHU H MECEHRY

seungmins mouth: YOU- WHAT - HUH- ME?

and after that :(((( u started calling him cherry :((( even after he dyed his hair again :((

back to the main point: seungmin’s whipped and he doesn’t know how much longer he can take this but he Won’t Confess

hyunjin’s got a plan!

he calls it How Does Y/N Feel and he swears it’s a secret

it’s not, he wrote it on his whiteboard in pretty pastel markers

“what’s this plan of yours, sweetie?”

“MOM CAN U GET OUT IM A SECRET AGENT”

“ok mr secret agent come downstairs and eat your peas”

“MOM”

so basically his plan was to ask if u liked seungmin but hes VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT OK

“hey y/n~~~” he sang as he sat down next to you in geometry.

“jinnie!!! how are you today :D” ugh look at you, an angel.

“good, about to be better...or worse.”

“why?”

“i need to ask you something.”

“Ominous!”

“do you like seungmin?”

“ya.”

hyunjin: OUSUGH?

you: how did u say that out loud

“YOU LIKE SEUNGMIN-”

you slapped a hand over his mouth, “KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT JESUS CHRIST-

i thought you knew i like him??? like...i’m not hiding it?”

hyunjin knew seungmin wouldn’t believe it if he just told him

so he was audio recording the whole thing on his phone :) what a sneaky dude

so after geometry ended he fuckign NYOOOMED to english

“SEUNGMIN SEUNGMIN SEUNGMING HSJG SJISEUGMGING”

“dude did u do crack or something holy shit-”

“SHUT UP LISTEN TO THIS.”

“if this is another one of your boyfriend’s songs i swear to god-”

but he put in hyunjin’s earbuds (not airpods) anyway

“t-this isn’t jisung….”

and he Listened

I Thought You Knew I Like Him.

“are u fucking with me jin. is this a fucking skit i swear to god if you're MESSING WITH ME-”

“they don’t even know i was recording them.” hyunjin giggled, the snake.

“oh so you’re a total douche.”

“i just did you the hugest favor and you just called me a douche...okay! friendship cancelled, give me my phone, put your stupid airpods back in-”

“don’t call them Stupid!”

“sorry, i can’t hear you, i don’t have my STUPID AIRPODS IN!”

seungmin couldn’t concentrate for the entirety of english

your words kept swirling around his brain, and he resorted to just doodling hearts on the margins of his papers.

and then he went to Chemistry!

there you were :((( in your cute little lab coat and safety goggles :(((

seungmin didn’t think anyone would ever pull off a lab coat and goggles like you did

“h-hey y/n…”

“hey cherry! ready to make some chemistry? :D”

he inhaled, knowing that there was a chance he was going to regret his next statement for the rest of his life:

“i think you and i already have enough chemistry.”

now it was ur turn to JKSGJKH

you flushed a bright pink, turning to your lab table to hide the shy smile growing on your face

“yeah?” your voiced cracked a little bit

and seungmin knew

“yeah.”

class went by quickly, with the two of you exchanging Looks before quickly looking away

and then you had lunch! and since you ate lunch together, you walked together

this time, You wanted to be the daring one

so you were walking through the halls side by side

and after a minute you just …. Held His Hand a little bit

and he squeezed your hand in return and your tummy felt like JAOGHNJ

then you entered the cafeteria and your friends’ eyes immediately went ZOOM on your interlocked hands

“W-W-W-WHAT IS THIS?” jeongin, the poor baby, spluttered

“are you out of the loop? they’re in love!” jisung was practically shooting heart eyes at the two of you

“no one tells me anything.” jeongin pouted

“are we Not In Love, jisung.”

“jinnie u know i love you but this is FRESH and it’s FUN let me ogle.”

“JISUGN???”

felix just smiled at you two, patting the space next to him, “i always knew this was gonna happen.”

“what are you losers talking about?” seungmin asked.

“yeah, nothing happened. seungmin and i are just friends.”

“you- just- HUH????”

“he hasn’t asked me out yet.” you shrugged, pulling your lunch box out of your backpack.

seungmin gasped, dropping your hand to cover his heart, “do i have to?”

“i deserve it, you animal. i’ve only been waiting since middle school.”

MIDDLE SCHOOL???

well, this was a shock.

“MIDDLE SCHOOL???”

“yeah? you kicked that dude in the shin for me. it was nice. no one’s ever done that for me before.”

“t-the shins? you started liking him over a shin kick, y/n?” felix deadpanned.

“i was like 13 can you shut the fuck up? i don’t just like him because he kicked a guy in the shins for me.”

“oh? why else do you like him?”

“we’re not having this conversation right now, jeongin.”

“oh hell yes we are.”

“SEUNGMIN??”

but he just :D at you and you were whipped so :///

“Okay! i like him because he’s...just a good guy. like he’s smart and he’s funny and he’s….really cute and he would probably kick jisung in the shin if i asked him to.”

“i would.”

“bet!”

“okay!”

“hey what no- OW SEUNGMIN!” jisung whined, pulling his leg up on the seat

“kiss it better jinnie-”

“jisung no.”

“JINNIE :((((“

you grinned, looking over at seungmin.

he was already looking, and you could practically See the heart eyes he was sending you.

did it make you super flustered? yeah. did you mind? not really.

“so,” you leaned in closer, speaking quiet enough so that your friends couldn’t hear over whatever they were yelling about this time, “you gonna ask me out or not?”

“i’ll walk you home?”

“i’ll be waiting.”

the rest of the day went by Painfully slow

but after your last class, there he was !!!!

and he was walking you home !!!

and he held your hand !!!!

“let me get something from my house real quick.” seungmin lived closer to the school than you did, so you always passed by his house.

you waited on the porch while he ran outside

he came back in a minute, flushed and holding a folded piece of paper.

“here.” he shoved the paper in your hand, taking your free hand in his and dragging you along.

“MINNIE let me read this!!!!” you whined.

he sighed, stopping on the sidewalk to let you read it clearly.

you had to reread a few lines because they were just so pretty.

you didn’t expect something like this from seungmin, he was usually so direct and not so flowery.

but it was beautiful.

“why are you crying WHAT’S WRONG IS IT BAD-”

“SEUNGMIN HHHHHHH” you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

and he held you just back as tightly.

“so uh. do you wanna like….go out with me or something?”

“yes, you big dummy. i would love to.”

[erintoknow]

hug it out

fallen hero fanfiction chargestep ~2k words [ao3]

leads to: [i wanna be your best friend]

–––

You’ve been taking it easy while your leg heals after that close call with Psychopathor. Busying yourself with things to think about that weren’t– Ortega’s hands. On you– pulling you up, pulling you in. Absolutely not thinking about holding her– holding her up. Holding her steady.

It’s bee a weird couple of months and Ortega’s new out-of-nowhere boyfriend didn’t make it any less weird. So it’s a good thing that you’re not thinking about any that, frankly, and it’s offensive of you to even suggest that. Stop it.

You’re thinking about how to fix this damn electric bass when you hear the call go out on the police radio. A direct attack on the Ranger Headquarter’s building. You sit up on the bed to a chorus of creaking rusted springs. That’s… that’s a bold move alright, to just go right for the Rangers like that.

But maybe not as bold as it seems. Middle of the day. Most of the Rangers are either off-duty or out in the city. If you were just looking to trash the place or pick off just one person…

Is Ortega out on patrol or at her desk this time of day?

Can’t recall.

Shit.

Sugar.

Alright.

Fine.

You stand up, scan for a place in the abandoned house you can stash your guitar. Give up and just drop it on the mattress. If you’re going to get there in time you’ll need every second.

———

The police have already cordoned off the block, flashing lights and yellow crime scene tape. You have to cover your mouth to stop stifle the shock. All the windows on the ground floor have been shattered and the sliding glass doors are just… gone. For a moment the old fear grips you and as soon as you see the police offers milling around outside you want to bolt. Then one of the men sees you, and you can practically feel his mind light up as he waves you over.

It’s not you they recognize, you have to remind yourself. It’s the suit. You haven’t been running with the Rangers for very long but… they’re happy to see you? An unlicensed vigilante? “Sidestep! Thank God you’re here?”

Wild.

“Uh–” You cough. Have to play a role here. Sound official. Like you know what you’re doing. Not some stammering child. “Officer! What the heck happened?”

The man, he sounds vaguely South African, shakes his head, a grim expression on his face. “Pennybags.”

You wait for an explanation. “The… bank robber?” He’s been menacing more than just banks, to be fair. But that’s what gets all the headlines. Pennybag’s magnetic powers have been… a challenge to deal with to say the least. For mods like Ortega or Steel especially. You’ve taken it upon yourself to puzzle out an answer. The Rangers always get their man.

“He took down two our guys on his way out.”

“J–jesus.” A knot twists in your gut. “Are– Is everyone okay?”

“Some broken bones.” He winces, rolls his shoulder. “They just left in an ambulance.”

“Where’s everybody else?”

“Anathema and Sergeant Steel are stuck on the other end of the city, and Sentinel…” The man trails off.

You take a step towards him, heart beating against your chest. “What. What about Sentinel?”

“He was on his way back but now he’s out looking for the Marshal.”

“W–what?”

“We can’t find her anywhere and no one’s been able to get in contact with her since the attack started.” The cop extends a hand outwards to the building. “The receptionist? Sarah? Said she came in this morning. But no one saw her leave.”

You stare at the man. In the space of an hour your whole world has been yanked out from under you. Again.

“We were actually hoping you might be able to help. I don’t know how you do it Sidestep, but you’ve got a knack for finding people.”

Cross your arms to hide the fact that you’re hugging yourself. A villain successful attacked the Rangers Building and now nobody can find find find her. You have been steadily building a reputation for yourself, working with Anathema and Steel as part of crises response. But it’s easy to find people when you can pick up their thoughts.

You can’t do that with Charge. Ortega. Whatever. 

But…

Where is she?

Why hasn’t she checked in?

Is Ortega okay?

“Sidestep?” The police officer is staring at you.

Take a breath. “I’ll see what I can do. Can I… go in?”

The man nods, waves to the rest of the officers, “Let Sidestep though, boys.” It’s not until they respond with a chorus to the effect of ‘sure thing, chief’ that you realize the man you’ve been talking to this whole time is the god damn Chief of Police for Los Diablos.

Oh.

Your stomach does a little backflip.

You manage to disentangle yourself from the conversation with a hurried ‘thank you, goodbye’ before you can embarrass yourself.

The interior doesn’t do much to calm your nerves. Little bits and pieces of metal scattered across the floor, glass shards. The receptionist is staring disapprovingly a painting of some previous marshal that’s been dropped up against the wall. She spots you and breaks into a weak smile. “Sidestep! I’m glad you’re here.”

Again with that???

“H-hi uh,” you hesitate, what was her name? You’ll just pull it from her mind real quick and–

“It’s Sarah, remember?”

Fuck.

“Y-yeah! Sarah! Sorry… I’m kind of… in shock?” 

“God. Yeah. I can’t…” She hugs her arms and shudders, a haunted look on her face. “The bastard tore through in a hurry.”

You stand there, incredibly aware of how much you don’t belong in this space. “I’m… I’m glad you’re okay.”

She gives a weak smile, “Thank you. Anything I can help with?”

“I’m… I’m trying to find Charge? No one’s been able to get in touch with her.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know. She didn’t leave by the front door, that’s for sure.” She gives a helpless shrug. “I’m kind of at a loss myself what to do right now. Do I just… go home?”

“I don’t think think anyone would stop you.” You rub your arm, unsure what to do with the numb distress you both share. “If… if someone does, come get me, I’ll punch them.” She gives you a faint smile. You try to smile back, but whether she can see it under your mask you’re not sure.

You’ve never actually had free reign of the building before, even if you’re worked to build as good a mental map of the place as you can. If Steel were here to see you poking through everyone’s offices he’d lose his mind.

Something you can rub in his face later, maybe.

Break room, conference room, offices… You can tell the path Pennybags cut through the building by the trail of nails and screws pulled out of the walls. Up the stairs, second story, it doesn’t come as a surprise to see the path lead straight towards Ortega’s office. Doesn’t help the weight in your stomach though.

Creek open the door, and your breath catches in your throat. Her office is a disaster. Papers scattered across the floor, the desk turned on the side, bookshelves broken. You keep expecting to turn a corner, look behind some overturned piece of furniture and find her. She’s probably boiling mad. Acting the Ranger’s head of operations in broad daylight? Spit in her face why don’t you.

God. You hope she’s alright.

If she hasn’t left the building yet then where could she be? You lean back against the overturned desk and close your eyes, run through the map in your head. Where have you been already? Relax your mental shields; where can you pick up minds milling around? Maybe…

Are there any gaps in your map?

You wander back out to the stairwell and make your way to the third floor. You’ve never been up this high but there’s never been any need. There’s the roof access and then… The door to the attic storage is unlocked. The lights are already on as you step in. Is that promising? Does it mean anything? The air smells of sawdust and the walls and floor are unfinished.

If Steel finds out you’re up here, he might start foaming at the mouth. You cover your mouth, trying not to giggle. This is… this is serious. Where is Ortega? There’s something off up here and you can’t place your finger on it but it’s making your hair stand on end.

A floorboard creaks as you step past a pile of cardboard boxes and you freeze.

No other sounds.

Pennybags… left right? People saw leave.

He couldn’t have… snuck back in, right? What would be the point of that?

You push past another wall of boxes, eyes adjusting to the dim sodium-yellow lighting of the overhead lightbulbs. Maybe you’ll look into night vision for your next upgrade.

Something in the building shifts and it’s not you.

You freeze in place, straining out for the touch of any other minds but only mange to scoop up idle thoughts from the floors below.

“Ariad– Sidestep?”

You snap your head in the direction of the sound, and there’s Ortega, leaning on a chest-high wall of boxes, with several more opened and scattered around. “What are you doing up here?”

She blinks at you, even in the bad light her eyes look red. Her hair is a mess, a cut across her cheek. “I should be asking you that. You… you know you’re not supposed to be up here.”

You take a step back and rub your shoulder. Why did you even come here? “I.. Everyone’s looking for you, they’re worried.”

“What?” She forces a laugh, “could have just radioed me.”

“They’ve been trying.”

She frowns at that, unclips the walkie-talkie from her ranger suit. It stays silent no matter what combinations of buttons she presses.

“C-Charge, I think it’s–”

“I KNOW IT’S BROKEN!” You shrink back, heartbeat in your ears. Ortega’s expression immediately softens and she drops the radio to the ground. “Mierda… Damnit, Sidestep, I’m sorry.”

You should… you should go. Leave. Get out of here. But–

You don’t move. Instead, pull your mask off, rub at your eyes. “Are you… Ortega, what happened?”

“You already saw,” she waves a hand at the floor, rubs at her face with the other one. She fires off a string of curses in Spanish and kicks the closest box to her causing the whole tower sitting on it to shift slightly. “He tore through this place like I wasn’t even here.”

There’s a pressure behind your eyes and you try to swallow it down. “Ortega, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Ortega hisses through her teeth. She won’t look at you. “Don’t worry about it.”

You bite your lip, rub your arms. “Liar.”

Fuck, did you just say that?

Ortega looks at you as if she’s thinking the same thing. “He… Mierda, what was the point of stealing it?” She leans across a box for support, hands are balled up in fists, shaking. “I can’t… why?”

You take a step towards Ortega, ready for the slightest indication to back off. What… what are you supposed to do in a situation like this? There’s a physical pain in your chest, watching her like this. “Julia…?”

It’s a split-second decision . One you don’t even realize you’ve made until your arm is around her, pulling Ortega towards you into a hug. There’s a passing look of stunned confusion on her face and then she collapses against you, head on your shoulder, pulling the two of your to your knees on the floor.

Feeling stiff, like you’re operating your body from miles away, you put your other arm around her, pat her on the back. “I’m sorry.” 

“Ari… I don’t have that much of him left.”

“We’ll… We’ll get it back. I promise.”

The two of you stay like that for a while.

–––

leads to: [i wanna be your best friend]

[rapperkookz]

Rush!BTΣ — college!au, borderline crack au w/ @cynoirsure

a story about three friends and their obstacles of relationships, academic probation, and figuring out that international kids aren’t all that bad.

4/35

word count: 2k

warnings: swearing, underage/college drinking, getting high, hints of hookup

Y/N’s POV

Tonight was the first huge frat party of the semester and it was being held at Seokjin and Hoseok’s apartment. Beta Tau Sigma was known around campus for three, maybe four, things.

Having the best brotherhood between all the fraternities.

Being incredibly attractive, but also super nice.

Throwing the biggest bangers.

Being mind blowing at sex, for both guys and girls.

You’ve experienced three out of the four things that the frat was known for, if you’ll experience all four is to be determined. You heard about the Beta Tau party not through Jimin or Kevin, but through one of your sisters in your sorority, Sigma Phi Omega. You would be lying if you said you weren’t excited, the first time you got wasted at a frat party was also hosted by the Betas. You were pretty sure that they made you and Jungkook chug a keg together, but your memory was a little hazy of that night — and you were positive Jungkook couldn’t remember the party either.

“Honestly, fuck this quiz tomorrow,” you said to no one in particular, “I’ll just fail I guess.”

You gathered up your belongings in the library and headed towards your Big’s apartment. You usually got ready with her for parties, and tonight was no exception. She screamed y/n as you knocked on her door, pulling you in for a crushing hug.

“Are you so ready for tonight?” She asked excitedly, “I heard Seokjin set up tables for beer pong later in the basement, it’s going to be crazy.”

You laughed, “Jieun unnie I can’t go too hard tonight, I have a quiz tomorrow for my 8 am.”

“Simple solution,” she said getting you a glass of water, “get fucked up during our pregame and in the beginning so you can sober up by your class in the morning.”

You laughed and connected to her speaker, blasting a playlist that you always put on to get you hype for parties.

---

Approximately 4 hours later, you found yourself at Seokjin and Hoseok’s apartment with your Big and a couple other Sigmas. You were far surpassed buzzed, completely tipsy, and on the brink of being drunk...and it was only 10 pm. The night was still young and you knew more people were coming later. All the guys from Beta Tau were living it up. Seokjin was currently playing beer pong - and losing - against one of the guys from another frat on campus. Joon and Yoongi were sitting down in the dining room, Joon had a beer in his hand while Yoongi casually drank a glass of whiskey on the rocks. Both of them seeming to be in a deep philosophical conversation of some sorts. Hoseok and Jimin were talking and picking up some girls, Hoseok some guys. Typical. You were certain you saw Jimin enter the guest bedroom an hour ago with a girl. Tae and Kevin were on the makeshift dance floor in the basement with some other Greek life members. Jungkook was nowhere to be found, at least that’s because you haven’t seen him yet since you arrived.

“y/n, you doing alright?” Namjoon asked worriedly as you stumbled in the kitchen for another drink. You flashed him a bright smile, your face flushed from the alcohol.

“I’m doing great, oppa.” You slurred, “Do you have any more tequila mixes?”

“Why don’t you drink some water first,” He suggested handing you his own water bottle, bringing you over to where him and Yoongi were. The three of you suddenly engaged in a conversation about superheroes and which was better, Marvel or DC.

“Obviously, Marvel is the better franchise,” Yoongi said, as worked up as you have ever seen him.

“Oppa, you’re wrong.” You said defiantly, “Jinhee loves Marvel and she’s also just wrong.”

Namjoon clicked his tongue, “I don’t know, DC just doesn’t give as much character development as Marvel does-”

“Fuck the character development, Aquaman and Wonder Woman are just superior to everything else.” You said, “like most of them are gifted with powers from birth or something, with the exception of Batman. But like, Iron Man?? He literally built his own powers, I could do that.”

“Batman did the same thing!” Yoongi said shocked. “Oh, if only Jungkook was here.”

“Where is he?” Namjoon asked wondering about their youngest brother, “He was here a couple hours ago.”

You stood up bidding them goodbye, “I need to pee.”

Although you’ve been here before, you have never navigated yourself around the place drunk, mistaking one of the bedrooms for a bathroom. Opening the door, you walked in to find Jungkook sitting on the bed, taking a hit of his dab pen as he played a round of Fortnite on Seokjin’s gaming computer. He turned around at the sound of the door opening, looking surprised at your entrance. “Oh fuck, sorry man give me a second. Play a solo or something.”

“O-Oh sorry, I thought this was the bathroom.” You mumbled, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by how attractive he looked. Jungkook wore black skinny jeans with a white tee shirt tucked in at the waist, his sleeves were rolled up accenting his biceps. “You look really hot right now, Kook.”

Fuck. “Did I say that out loud?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jungkook nodded with a shy smile, rubbing his nape. “You look pretty good as well, y/n.”

“Thanks,” you said fiddling with the ends of your skirt. His eyes followed the movement of your hands, your stomach churning at the thought of him checking you out.

“Jin hyung has a private bathroom right here, you can use it.”

After peeing, you spent an extra 10 minutes in the bathroom just looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to fix your outfit, make it a little bit more slutty, also trying to sober up a little from your drunk state as to not make any more dumb slips. When you exited the bathroom, Jungkook was sitting casually on Jin’s bed, scrolling through his phone in one hand, twirling his dab pen in the other. You sat down on the bed across from him, the boy looking up in your direction with a smile, “wanna take a hit?”

“Yes please,” you said thankfully taking a hit from the dab and inhaling. Guess you’re gonna get crossed tonight. “How much have you drank?”

“Just a couple beers, we have our quiz tomorrow and I’m literally impossible to wake up.” He chuckled taking a hit and blowing some Os. You don’t think you’ve ever had a 1 on 1 conversation with Jungkook that lasted more than 5 minutes so the two of you casually getting high together while the Beta Tau party was in full swing was a new experience. By the time Jinhee and Seokjin entered the room, the two of them lightly bickering about something, you were definitely crossed, Jungkook on the other hand was baked, and the room had a hint of weed in the air.

“What are you two kids doing in here?” Seokjin asked curiously eyeing the two of you on his bed, “Please tell me that you didn’t fuck on my bed.”

“We didn’t fuck on your bed, hyung,” Jungkook answered with smile.

“You’re high as fuck,” The elder boy chuckled, “Get out and have some human communication, you two.”

“Besides, we’re doing a bet.” Jinhee chuckled.

“That was the only way I could get her to drink,” Jin said to which you stumbled over to your close friend.

“Unniee, I’m so glad you’re here we can party togetherr~”

“Christ, y/n.” She said stopping you from falling over. The two informed you and Jungkook of the bet.

Take a shot of vodka (or water depending on how fucked up you were already) every time Jimin makes out with a girl.

“Do the two girls earlier tonight count already?” You asked, “I saw oppa with some girls already.”

“I guess that’s two shots off the bat.”

You announced that you were going to get the shots, Jinhee supporting your steps as she guided you outside to the kitchen. The older girl cursed as you accidentally stepped on her foot with your heel, “sorry hehe.”

“How are my two favorite girls?” Hoseok smirked encountering the two of you in the kitchen.

“Make 10 shots Hoseok,” Jinhee said keeping you upright, “actually make that 8.”

“No I want to take shots too!” You whined as Jinhee and Hoseok talked about the bet against Jimin. From the corner of your eye, you spotted Kevin and Taehyung walk into the guest bedroom, but before you opened your mouth to say something, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook, and Seokjin entered the kitchen.

“I guess that’s...12 shots?” Jinhee said, “make 2 water shots for y/n over here.”

“What am I, a bartender?” Hoseok huffed, “someone at least help me.”

“Can I please join the shots?” You asked getting an immediate no from Jinhee, Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi.

“You’ve been drinking for a while, y/n.” Namjoon said putting a hand on your shoulder. Seokjin chimed in, “plus you’ve been getting high with Jungkook.”

“You’re gonna regret it in the morning if you drink even more,” Yoongi crossed his arms.

You huffed and stomped on the floor like a child, “if I don’t get at least one shot of vodka I’m going to suck Hoseok oppa’s dick.”

The whole group tensed up at your challenge. Jungkook, surprisingly, spoke up first, “hyung, give her a shot.”

“I mean, I think this is a win-win situation for me.” Hoseok said leaning against the counter, “I don’t have to give her a shot.”

At that moment, Jimin stepped into the kitchen, wondering why all of you were gathered in the one place, “Hey guys, are we taking shots?”

“Oppa, if I don’t get a shot I’m sucking Hoseok oppa’s dick.”

It was as if a switch flipped off in Jimin’s head, “and suddenly, I’m sober. You’re gonna do nothing of that sort, you’ve had enough y/n.”

“Oh c’mon Chim, if she wants to suck my-”

“I’m gonna get Jieun over here and see if she can take you home,” Jimin said to you, “Joon hyung can you get y/n some water? And make sure my beloved Big doesn’t take her anywhere?”

“So touchy,” Hoseok said as Jimin walked away, “I’ll get someone else to suck my dick, no biggie. Sorry y/n, looks like you’re not getting another shot or a hookup tonight.”

You frowned watching the rest of the group take their shots, recording it on their snapchats or whatever. Jinhee and Seokjin sat with you as the rest of the boys dispersed into the party, your Big coming in with Jimin only a few minutes later.

“Little,” Jieun said with a smile, looking completely fine. You always marveled at how well she held her alcohol. “Jimin told me it’s time for you to go home.”

“I feel like a child,” You muttered under your breath.

She patted your arm, “You gotta take care of yourself at parties y/n, or you’ll make decisions you might regret. Besides, don’t you have a quiz tomorrow in your 8 am?”

Your shoulders slumped at the realization, suddenly feeling the need to cry. Jieun linked arms with you as you left, Jimin asking you to text him when you got back to your dorm, but there was no promise that you would remember in the 5 minute drive back.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay at my apartment, y/n? You know you’re always welcome to, I have the futon.” Jieun offered, you shook your head saying that you just wanted to sober up on your own. And as if the night couldn’t get worse, your roommate had her girlfriend over so you definitely couldn’t even enter your own room. Getting your phone out, your fingers drunkenly hovered over the keyboard.

Jiohooonei, can I slewp in yiur dorn tonighr?

Almost immediately, you received a reply, making you grin and press the button in the elevator to floor two instead of your usual floor four.

--

Meanwhile back at the party, Jinhee was drinking casually with Seokjin, Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Kevin and Taehyung still weren’t anywhere to be seen.

--

“Fuck.” Taehyung breathed as Kevin palmed his crotch.

“We probably shouldn’t do this,” Kevin said as he sucked on Taehyung’s shoulder. The older one whined, hiding his face in his shoulder. Taehyung began to trail kisses from the crook of Kevin’s neck up to his earlobe, biting gently and whining once more.

“Why not?” The pout was prominent in Taehyung’s voice, his hands tracing patterns down Kevin’s arm. Kevin growled lowly, capturing Taehyung’s arms and holding them together.

“Because if we go further, I want you to be sober when I’m fucking you this good, love.” The younger one pulled away once more, not before kissing Taehyung’s temple once more. Taehyung whined once more, but Kevin had already been making himself presentable once more, waiting for Taehyung to do the same.

“What if there isn’t a next time?” Taehyung’s question came out as barely a whisper, making Kevin chuckle. He shook his head and smiled softly at Taehyung.

“For you? I’d give you a million times.”

1-31-19

[dayinseoul]

~ When Worlds Collide ~

College au | y/n x Yoongi, y/n x Hoseok

PART TWELVE: Circle jerk

// au list | prev, next //

At college, you’re either an icon or unidentifiable. What happens when the it group (The Four Way) crosses paths with the dorky kids (Bulletproof Boys) on the other side of campus? Will the bachelorette learn that opposites do attract or will she realise what’s right in front of her eyes?

> Over 2k words... <

(Au will contain swearing, alcohol/drugs and sexual themes)

“Yah! Y/n, you need to tell me when taking photos of me!” 

“Afraid to look bad, old man?” I mumbled sitting down, occupied with my phone still. A loud scoff pulled my attention and I glanced up at the proud culprit. 

“You say that like it’s humanly possible, I’m cursed with beauty, baby girl... now eat your food before it gets bad.” 

Seokjin truly is an oddity, even after all these years, he still stuns me with how he would fuss over us like a father but in the same breath gloat about how (admittedly) handsome he is and that we are blessed to be in his presence... I really wouldn’t have him any other way though.

As Seokjin turned his focus back to his comically large plate full of food, I glanced down at the two boys fighting at the table below us. Jimin and Taehyung seem to be arguing about who gets the last piece of garlic bread (can’t say I blame them, garlic bread is heaven). Jimin must have noticed me looking since he offered the piece to Taehyung and Tae immediately snatched it away from him. Jimin then placed his chin on his hand and slowly looked up at me through his eyelashes.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the attention from him, he’s truly a beautiful man but his sweet heart and crescent eyes always seems to make me flustered. I turned back towards my table and lifted my coffee to my lips to try and hide my smirk. Hearing a little giggle I turned back towards the pair and noticed how Jimin was now entertaining himself watching Taehyung as he was chewing on the garlic bread like a puppy. 

“He’s a duality king y/n, haven’t you noticed?” Jimin points subtlety towards his friend while eye smiling towards me. 

Tae turned abruptly towards me with the bread hanging in his mouth and crookedly smiled when he saw me grinning towards the two of them. Quickly, he pulled the bread from his mouth and set it on the occupied plate in front of him and pouted cheekily. 

“It’s not safe to watch a tiger feast guys,” dragging out his words and winking at me, “if you’re not careful, I might just bite you next y/n.” 

“Sounds like a good time to me, Taetae.”

I watch as red paints his cheeks and he sticks his tongue tip outside of his upturned expression. I love teasing them, it’s always flattering to see them react so cutely to me. Honestly though, just seeing Taehyung look at me like he is right now, with intense eyes and a cocky grin, makes my heart skip a beat. God damn, he truly is the masterpiece of beauty (sorry ‘bout it Jin). A shared giggle between the two pulls me out of my thoughts as I realise I’ve been staring at the two for some time now and quickly turn myself back towards my table. What exactly is happening to me these days? These new companions of ours seem to make me act like a female protagonist in a K-drama. Maybe it’s just the fact that they’re new friends? That has to be it... why don’t I react like that towards Namjoon though? Who knows, all I know is the way that these new friends make me “feel” is like how Hobi makes me feel. Or felt... I don’t know... I miss him so much but he really did hurt me. Every time he calls me or texts me, it breaks my heart to ignore him but I don’t want him to just think it’s okay though, to treat me like that. He needs to learn his lesson... Turning my gaze towards him, I notice him looking over at me already. Ugh, god I want to just give up this act and jump back into my Hobi’s arms again. After a few seconds, he catches my eye and sadly smiles towards me. Although it makes my heart jump, I pull my eyes towards the chicken Caesar salad in front of me and finally start to eat while watching Jin stuff his face in front of me.

“God damn it, why are you like this, Namjoon?” 

Hearing low rumbling from in front of me, I look over Jin’s already turned back shoulder and catch Namjoon fumbling with his knife before dropping it. In the corner of my eye, I notice Seokjin tilt his head then turn back towards his plate with a sweet grin. Namjoon then whipped his head around, shyly looking at the back of Jin’s head. Noticing my stare, he glanced over at me, making eye contact. Winking, I stick my tongue towards the attractive man with the wide eyes and knowing but timid grin. When did those two get so close? It’s crazy cute though, I need to talk to Seokjin oppa about this...

“So Noona, you have a promise to fufill still.” I turn my head towards Kookie, as everyone else follows suit, pulling their attention towards the two of us. 

“Care to elaborate, Sheriff Kookie?” I stab into my salad then put the fork to Tae’s lips and he happily munches onto the offered food. 

“You promised to tell us about you, Jimin and Yoongi’s past!” 

Jimin’s breath caught as Yoongi nodded his head. “I figured you were curious.” 

I tilted my head towards Yoongi but looked back at Kookie’s cheeky smirk. “If it’s okay with the other two, I guess we can talk about it...” 

Yoongi nodded again, “I knew it would come up at some point, it might explain things better. Jimin?” 

Jimin jumped at the sound of his name and looked up towards me, “W-well yeah, of course. I’m okay with it princess.” 

Ignoring the scoff I heard from Hoseok, I cleared my throat and sat up properly catching everyone’s full attention. “Well perhaps... Yoongi, you can start off and I’ll take over from where I come in... if you can handle all that talking that is.” I wiggled my eyebrows towards him as he rolled his eyes smiling with gums on display. 

“Yes I can handle it... Where do I begin,” Yoongi slouches forward leaning his elbows on his table, “About a year ago, I had made some friends in my classes, they were... are popular people and honestly I was overwhelmed to finally be accepted and welcomed into the popular group that I got kind of carried away with it.” 

“What do you mean?” Seokjin said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. 

“Well, whenever they wanted something, I just dropped everything and helped them. Over time I felt their ‘friendship’ go from an actual interest in me, to them realising they could use and take advantage of my.. talent.” coughing over the word talent, Yoongi leaned back in his seat. “So even though they were taking and claiming my work as their own, I kind of just accepted it. Until... Jiminie,” he trailed off looking at Jimin who had a tight lipped neutral expression, “Jimin and I were at Caffeine Cove one day and we actually ran into the group of my ‘new friends’, and they were demanding I give them what I had been recently working on. The rest of Bulletproof didn’t know they were treating me like this and were just happy that I had made new friends. So when Jimin saw how they were treating me, he kind of... lashed out at them.” 

“I just... I felt so stupid for trusting them as I had, you deserve the world and those assholes I couldn’t let them treat you like that, after I had found out what they were like. That was not a good idea however...” 

Yoongi watched Jimin with a fond smirk and an appreciative look in his eyes. “Thank you Jimin, and it wasn’t your fault... if anything you were my hyung in that moment.” Jimin proudly sat up straight as Yoongi averted his eyes, looking embarrassed. “A-anyway, they turned their attention to Jimin and questioned him on ‘who the fuck he thinks he is’ and he informed them... that he was Jimin from Bulletproof boys and he won’t let them treat his fellow brother like that. The group then told me that if I followed him then I would regret it and they’d crush us... I took Jimin’s side and then they simply smirked at us and walked off.” 

Hoseok leaned down and put his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, I caught myself grinning at this sincere action before snapping my head back towards Yoongi. 

“We of course then told Tae and Joon about it, and well... our fate was already set in stone. After the found who all of us were, it had begun, the group of guys were harassing us for months after that, constantly humiliating us in public, beating us up, ecetera.” 

Kookie turned his body and looked up at Namjoon, who had mumbled something incoherent. With Doe eyes JK placed his hand on Joon’s knee as Namjoon stroked the younger one’s hair to say that he was okay, they both then looked towards Yoongi, who was watching the two of them, to continue. “Wait... before you go on, how did they humiliate you? I-if you want to tell us, of course...” Kookie took his hand off Namjoon and slightly leaned over the table to hear Yoongi’s answer to his question. 

“Stealing our clothes during showers, dumping paint on Jimin at his dance concert, making up so many rumours about us, pantsing Tae while he was presenting his photography at the school’s art exhibit, outing Namjoon as Bi at a prep rally that Joon was running with student council, destroying Tae and I’s work, renamed us ‘circle jerk’, got a girl to pretend to be into me only for it to have been a lie and a joke played on me that ended with me with me being pushed out onto campus naked... shall I keep going?” 

All four of the Bulletproof Boys had now reflectively turned their heads down, I then heard Tae sniffling from the right of me, I watched as Jimin made his way over to him and stood behind Tae leaning down with his chin on Tae’s head, hugging him around his shoulders and neck.  “My baby...” Jimin’s voice muffled into Tae’s hair. 

“Wait, circle jerk? Hold on... you guys are circle jerk?” Hoseok looked at Jungkook to Seokjin then at me. Avoiding his glance, I nodded along with his words and caught eye contact with Yoongi.

“Well kind of... they renamed us that to humiliate us further. It pretty much says that we are losers who can only get action by... that. But uh, that was kind of the last straw from us and we did our best from then on to stay in the shadows... out of public eye and interest. Namjoon and I stopped attending parties, not that we got invited to much anymore since our friends ditched us after we became a campus joke. Tae also had to go to further away places to take photos so he wouldn’t be harassed and Jimin had to stop attending dance competitions. Moving on though, where uh y-y/n comes in... Jimin took me in the city one night, we wanted to just enjoy ourselves and before you ask, Tae and Joon were busy that night. Anyway, we were walking through an alley to get to a bar but then we were approached by 'them' and well, that was a night they decided they wanted punching bags... the eight of them jumped us and were beating us for about 10 minutes, taking turns before y/n appeared.” 

I hum softly and raise my hand slightly. Yoongi looked drained from speaking so much so I decided to take over. “I was walking past the alley, on my way back to campus from spending the night at a club with Felix, Hasuel and Woojin. I-I saw them attacking Jimin oppa and Yoongi oppa... my body just took over and I ran straight to them yelling at the guys. They were calling me a nosey bitch and that I should mind my own business before I get hurt... but once I got close and they saw who I was, they all froze. At least they were smart enough to know who the fuck I was, they started apologising to me and begged me not to “ruin” them, that they didn’t know I was associated with those two and promised to back off if I didn’t tell Hob-Hoseok... I may be in the top group but he always knew the best and socially cruel way to destroy those who messed with us... and everyone knew that.” 

Hoseok eyes burned into my skull and I could see him bite his lip, he wanted me to say Hobi not Hoseok... 

“The guys all left after I told them that if they stayed any longer, that Hoseok wouldn’t be the biggest concern as I would personally destroy them myself. I checked on these two and cleaned them up with the makeup wipes I so happened to have in my bag. The three of us went to a nearby 24 hour diner and spent the whole night together, talking and whatnot but we eventually had to part ways since I was opening HOTS that morning.” 

I took a sip from my cool coffee and turned my head towards Jimin. “Unfortunately, I never kept in touch and didn’t even get their number. I-I really did think of them all the time but because I saw them in the city I didn’t even know they were at the same college. Also, back then Jimin had a much different hair style and his hair colour was pink so it-it took me seeing Yoongi who... has blonde hair... just like a year ago, for me to recognise them... It makes me sound really dumb but I-I was tipsy still and overwhelmed with the nights events to have taken memory to how exactly they looked...” I bury my face into my hands, hiding my obvious cringe. I could at least think of a better lie... then again, I really don’t have to lie anymore... No, It’s too late now. Yoongi would be annoyed at me for ignoring him but he’d hate me if he knew why, I can’t let that happen... Not when I finally have him back in my life.

“Y/n... We never forgot you and honestly, we already knew who you were, y/n of The Four Way. We never forgot what you did for us and did become quite fond of you, supporting you from the shadows. We even bragged about our meeting and night with you to Taetae and Joonie Hyung.”  Jimin ruffled Tae’s hair and shyly smirked at me. I nodded towards the perky man and stood also, looking around at the gentlemen who were gathering their belongings around me. 

Yoongi mimicked my actions before taking stride in my direction and stopping to my side, leaning on our previously occupied table. “They don’t know we met before that night... besides Namjoon of course, hard not to when he was there though,” he scoffed a laugh before tilting his head towards me with a cheeky smirk. “Should we tell them? I, personally, rather like having our own thing.”

I lightly pushed on his shoulder, returning a smirk of my own “Like there’s anything to particularly interesting to tell, you sly dog.” Turning away, I caught eyes with the friendly waiter and made a sign motion in the air to let her know we wanted to pay. The waiter, noticing empty plates then came over, handing each of us own pay checks and started swiftly clearing our tables, sending a smile towards us.  “That’s that then... How about we do the usual after lunch routine? The park is really close” Namjoon stood up, brushing his pants off. We all agreed nodding and walked out the door after paying for individual meals, headed towards the park across the road. As we crossed the road, I felt someone grip my hand between their own. I looked up at the culprit and bashfully smirked back towards their own smile, lacing my fingers through theirs.

[hayjeon]

Your idiot (ft. Jeongguk)

Drabble Game Prompt 49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

→ cardiopalps!jk, boyfriend!jk, cardio surgeon!jk, aka disgusting amount of fluff, sequel to cardio palps twoshot → 2k words, requested by my soulmate @yoongihime <3 

A/N: I highly suggest reading the twoshot first! Plus, there might be another member’s story coming out of this au “might!!1″ wink wonk enjoy

If looks could kill, Jeon Jeongguk would be on the ground and frothing at the mouth right now. 

But instead, he was smiling down at the bitch who was busy rubbing her tits all over his arm as he walked over your way in the cafeteria. Her arm was looped around his, as she hung like a koala onto him, her chest on his bicep as she hugged it toward her torso and giggled along with the other nurses who were busy chatting with your man. 

Said boyfriend, oblivious to the daggers you were mentally stabbing into his eyeballs, was in the line for the hospital lunch. It wasn’t technically all his fault for being cute. It was the reason you decided to keep him, anyway, among other things. But it bothered you a ton when other girls noticed it. 

He chatted happily with the girls and their giggling echoed halfway across the cafeteria, making you roll your eyes. 

“Roll your eyes any harder and they’ll be stuck that way.” Jimin comments, chewing loudly on his food. You groan, glaring at the pair. 

“Literally, she’s fucking him with her eyes.” 

Jimin chokes, grumbling at you. “Ugh, I’m eating.” Glancing at the sight, he shrugs. “Just trust him, Y/N. Everyone knows you’ll kick his ass if he does anything like that.” 

“What do you think they’re talking about?” 

Jimin’s eyes go wide and he shoves the food in his mouth. “Uh, I don’t mmph-know, not my place to tell--” 

“What?” 

He’s saved when Jeongguk jogs happily your way, and you ignore the odd comment from Jimin because you’re suddenly thankful that Jimin had graciously set aside a seat for him on the edge of the table because the bitch Nayeon was currently coming this way. 

“--and that’s the trend these days!” She laughed loudly, smacking his bicep as she threw her head back in a giggle. He joined in with her, laughing and setting his tray down on the table. 

She stops, eyeing how you and Jimin surround his corner seat, and the only way she’d be able to sit at the table would be to either sit next to you, or across from Jimin. Both seats not adjacent to the one she clearly had her sights on. 

“Well, nice talking to you Nayeon, see you later!” Jeongguk gave her a smile and sat down on the table, turning to you and Jimin with a smile. Nayeon hovers for a second, eyeing your piercing glare and huffs and walks away to where the other nurses were eating and all returning your glare. 

Jimin gulped his drink as Jeongguk looked at you guys with a bright expression and chirped, “What’s up?” 

“You’re screwed man.” 

“Why?” Jimin eyed your eye-roll and shoved the last piece of meat in his mouth quickly. “Umph-- bye!” He scurried off with his tray and Jeongguk turned to you with a quizzical look. “What’s up with him?” 

You crossed your arms, leaning back in your seat. “Oh, I don’t know, what is up?” 

He frowns, putting his fork down. “Woah, what did I do this time?” 

You huff, blowing your hair out of your face. Today was not a good day. After two emergency surgeries and the last patient going into cardiac arrest that nearly scared the shit out of you, you were not ready to have this dumb ass conversation with Jeongguk, your oblivious, attractive-as-fuck boyfriend and co-leader of the cardio department. 

“How does it feel to have Nayeon’s tits all over your arm while I’m sitting here covered in my own sweat because my last patient went into arrest?” 

He sighed, glancing back at the table of nurses who were currently trying to shoot lasers at your head with their eyes. Once he turned, they all switched, smiling sweetly and giggling at him. You scoffed, grabbing your tray and getting up. 

“W-wait! Y/N!” Jeongguk sprang up and followed you, tossing his tray out and scurrying behind you. “I’m sorry, okay? I was just asking her something.” 

You stopped in your tracks, facing him with an accusing expression. “What?” 

“Huh?” 

“What, were you asking her about? Hm?” 

He paused. “Uh, I can’t really say.” 

You threw your hands up in the air, turning on your heel and storming down the hall. “Well then, for fucks sake, you guys could’ve been discussing the ways she probably wants to suck your dick for all I know!” 

He runs in front of you, walking backwards as you storm towards him. “Wait, Y/N, you’re jealous.” A satisfied smirk crawls over his features and you grunt in annoyance as you turn down the hall and towards your office. 

He jogs after you, smiling widely. “You’re so hot when you’re jealous.” 

You glare at him, stopping in front of your office door. “Well, I hope I’m not too hot when I say no sex for the next two weeks.” His face falls and he begins stuttering, “W-wait, w-what? Hey, you can’t do that!” 

Punching in the code and facing him with a glare, you sneer, “We’ll see about that.” And slam the door in his face. 

A week and two days later, you’re regretting what you said. Jeongguk has sulked and walked around with his tail between his legs for the past week, and hasn’t tried hitting on you at all. Which was odd, because he usually never left you alone at home. But nonetheless you were frustrated and didn’t have enough time or the energy to do it yourself. Plus, it didn’t feel as good. 

You know Jeongguk would never cheat on you. Heck, a while ago, he didn’t even give Taehyung’s new fellow a glance, and she was gorgeous even from a girl’s perspective. Everyone knew that Jeongguk was head over heels for you and the last thing he’d do was cheat. But you were being petty, just because you had a bad day, and you ended up taking it out on your boyfriend. You knew you had to apologize soon. 

It’s midnight and you’re grumbling and thinking of maybe just going into his office and maybe tackling him and maybe having some angry sex but suddenly the lights in your office go out. 

“What the--” You stand up, glancing around. If the electricity went out in a hospital, it was most likely going to end up as an emergency. No power meant no electricity to plug heart monitors, no lights for surgeries, no computer systems organizing doctor schedules. It was code gray. 

You grabbed your doctor’s coat and burst out of the office, to find it completely dark as well, other doctor’s offices completely dark and empty as you run down towards reception. But as you run towards the lobby of the staff floor, you glance behind you and see some light shining through Jeongguk’s door crack, lighting up the hallway a little bit. 

Frowning, you pause in your step and slowly walk back, the darkness obstructing your view. When you get there, you call out, “Jeongguk?” but no one responds, so you pad closer, and yank on the doorknob.

And there, is Jeongguk, calmly standing in the midst of his office, surrounded by candles. 

There are candles everywhere, on his office desk, his chair, the windowsill, the bookcases that line the walls, the couches, and in front of you, is a small walkway that leads to him. He’s wearing a nice dress shirt and slacks, his hair slicked up in the way he did it when he was trying to take you on a nice date, and his smile so big his eyes were disappearing. You gasped as you step in, eyes wide as you take in everything. 

The room is cast in a golden glow, and all you see at the moment is Jeon Jeongguk. 

“Jeongguk, what is thi--” 

“Y/N,” He cuts you off, getting down on his knee. You gasp, and he just smiles at you and moves something in his hands, opening a small box, revealing a brilliant diamond ring. “It’s been almost an entire year since we became official, and it’s been the best year of my life. You’re someone I’ve known and unknowingly loved for half my life, and I wasn’t even able to realize how much I actually loved you until the past two years. And I don’t want to lose any more time. I want to love you, and cherish you, and keep you, and know that I love you for the rest of the years to come.” 

The tears start rolling as he confesses in a way that makes your heart clench. 

“You’re my co-worker, my awesome and smart co-leader, my college buddy, my best friend, and my amazing girlfriend.” He smiles, getting up as your tears are literally pouring out to the point that you can’t see him anymore. Stepping closer to you, he finishes with the last part. “But that’s not enough, because I want you to be the one I wake up to every single morning, the one who I come home to everyday, the one who I can confidently say belongs to me and me to you, and the one I love no matter what happens. I want you to be the mother of my children, the daughter-in-law my parents have always wanted, and especially, my wife. So, will you marry me?” 

He looks down at you, just a step away from you and you’re literally bawling ugly cries at this point, but you manage a bleary, “yes!” and he’s wrapping you up in his arms as you blubber against his shoulder, and he chuckles into your ear, soothing your hair and whispering encouraging words as you calm down. 

“Can I put the ring on you?” 

He breaks away when he feels you nod against his shoulder and smiles down at your pouty face as you hold out your hand. He slides the ring, a gorgeous huge thing, onto your finger, and grabs your face, smiling big down at you, chuckling at your state. 

“I love you so much.” He leans down and kisses you, just a long firm press of his soft lips against yours, but they hold so so so much promise and so much adoration, you’re melting in his arms. Suddenly, the lights come on and there’s cheering as the door is yanked open, and you turn in Jeongguk’s arms to see a bunch of people in the hallway from your department, cheering excitedly with bouquets of flowers and streamers in their hands. You laugh as Jeongguk smiles down at you, hugging you close. 

Jimin comes forward with a bundle of roses. “Here’s for the new couple, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon!” You giggle and receive them, and the nurses ogle at your ring. 

“Was this what you mentioned in the cafeteria that day?” You asked, and Jimin smiled widely, nodding. You gasped, “So everyone knew about this?!” 

The nurses and doctors and even a few patients cheered as they began taking pictures of you two, laughing and giggling at your tear-streaked cheeks and your surprise. Jeongguk just holds you close, and you smile back at him, because you realize he’s literally the best thing that’s ever happened in your damn life. 

You’re lying down together, cuddled in his bed after the celebration, snuggled in the warm blankets and the ring shining brightly on your finger. Looking down at it, he hugs you from behind, kissing the spot behind your ear lightly. 

“Was this why you couldn’t tell me what happened? And why you were so distant the past two weeks?” You ask, smiling back at him. 

He nods, “I was asking Nayeon to help me brainstorm an idea from a girl’s perspective, and she was only looking at us because she told the other nurses about it. Plus, I was also trying to think of ways to stay away from you just in case I blew it and you found the box in my pants pockets or like found the hundred candles stuffed in the closet or something. Good thing you said no sex for two weeks or else, I would’ve done something to keep you away from me while I planned this thing.” 

You turned, punching him in the chest as your jaw drops open. It molds into a smile though, because he grabs your wrist and tugs you back to him with a smile. “You’re too predictable.” 

You wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself to him with a smile. “Well, the two week ban is definitely over. I thought I was gonna die.” 

Laughing, he pulls you onto his lap, threading his hands through your hair. “Me too. But I knew I wanted to make this perfect, and I suck at lying to especially you, so I knew I had to stay away.” 

Pressing your forehead against his, you whisper, “You’re an idiot you know that?” 

He just smiles up at you, with so much love and adoration, and murmurs, “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” And presses his lips to yours.