#also who thought it would be sooo funny to use slipping through my fingers

[carsonian]

ignore that silly anon omg! ur rec posts were sooo refreshing, especially bc u weren't necessarily rec'ing obvious authors. i love the way you talk <3 everything u write is so funny, your fic notes are their own delight to read & so many of your fics are lowkey underrated. luv the crack fics and how they still have serious elements. "here i am & here you are" is in my all-time favs and i'm so happy ur on tumblr and in this fandom <3333

Thank you so much ❤️ You're the absolute sweetest and I have no words because you've used all the lovely, heartwrenching ones. BUT! Since you mentioned that "Here I Am & Here You Are" is your favourite, I thought I'd share a coda for the fic that never made it into the fic mostly because I only wrote it two hours back. Also, this one goes out to all the SamBucky fans who were sad that the two didn't get much screen time in the fic!

"We Just Keep Going" on AO3 | 1,829 words | Rated M

"Well, well, well," Bucky propped a hand up against the door. "If it isn't my favourite person with my second least favourite person. A pair, when put together, forming a union so utterly average in my favourites list that it doesn't even warrant the work of accurate ranking."

"Did you run lines for that?" Steve asked.

"You're not very good at math." Tony tilted his head.

"Agh." Bucky wrinkled his nose, "I already hate this sequel. Come on in."

"Sequel?" Steve added as he pushed their suitcases through. Tony trailed behind them, running a hand over the flat tile on the door, a colourful piece that bore the words, "BEARS AHEAD! GRR!" 

"You two. Back together." Bucky shook his head, "can I have it on the record that I don't endorse this?"

"What record?" Tony asked. "What're you even on about? I thought you lost an arm, not your head."

"Wow." Bucky pointed a finger at Tony. "You know, this is why people call you "difficult"."

"Yeah, yeah," Tony said, "how's the new one handling you?"

"I would say like a dream but I don't want to feed your ego, so I'll say like a," Bucky steepled his fingers, metal and human hand making a compelling image when intertwined. Like some harmonic fusion of AI and humanity. Real cyberpunk shit. Bucky exhaled, deciding on, "like a well-constructed reality."

"Okay." Tony drew out the word, "is Chip here?"

"Who?"

"Sam." Steve clarified.

"Oh, haha, Chip 'n Dale, I get it. You think you're funny. Shut the fuck up." Bucky said, no bite to the words. "Yeah, he's around here."

"What a welcome." Tony crossed his arms. "Okay. I'm gonna change, then lay on the couch, drape an arm over my eyes and nap off the jet lag."

"Sure." Bucky shrugged. "Sam's gone to get burgers. Should I wake you then?"

"Steve can wake me then." Tony shot a glare at Bucky. "Since he knows how to do it without totally violating someone."

"It was one time, we were twenty-two, and the ice had all but melted." Bucky protested, quips easy from an argument too often regurgitated, so well-worked that they slipped out easy even after a decade.

Demonstrating that the passage of time didn't necessarily reflect emotional growth, Tony shot Bucky a middle finger. Then, after pointedly waiting for Bucky to point out the bathroom, he took his clothes from the carrier bag and went over to the bathroom. The snick of the lock rang in a final pointed gesture and in the pointed silence afterward, Steve and Bucky met each other's gaze.

"You gonna give your old man a hug or are you too grown up for that kind of thing?" Steve asked.

"What the fuck are you saying?" Bucky made a disgusted sound, "you ever say that to me again, I'm kicking you out, brother or not."

"Alright, tough guy. Come here." Steve urged, bringing Bucky forward and hugging him, taking care to pat him on the back of the flesh shoulder. 

"Y'okay? You all mushy?" Bucky asked into his shoulder, "Tony treating you well?"

"Shuddup." Steve replied good-naturedly, "You run Sam into an early grave yet?"

"He's a slow runner." Bucky seesawed, pulling back to make the gesture.

"Don't I know it." Steve said, "seriously, though. How've you been?"

". . . Better." Bucky admitted, "Not everyday, but, you know. . . a lotta days. It's good. I'm good." 

"That's a solid deal." Steve praised, raising his eyebrows to punctuate the point.

"Ain't it?" Bucky gave a flash of a grin, all young fire and old contentment. 

"I'm glad to hear it, Buck." Steve said, gripping the man's shoulder for a moment, just a brief press, "I really, really am."

"I know, ya big sap." Bucky shrugged the moment off. "How's Tony been? You fucking each other's brains out?"

"Reckon it would take a while to fuck Tony's brains out." Steve pondered, "since he's a genius and all. Lots of brain. . . cells." 

"Okay." Bucky raised his eyes heavenward. "He ain't even that smart. Remember when he thought a carton of milk cost eight bucks?" 

"He's a futurist." Steve said in his defense. "Give it a few years, it probably will."

"Christ alive." Bucky shook his head. "Good thing Sam's only drinking soy and whatnot." 

"Agh, he's converted you?" Steve wrinkled his nose.

"Ye-up." Bucky turned his thumbs inwards, pointing at himself. "Total believer in the soy cream, right here."

"If your mother could see you now, she wouldn't even recognise you." Steve shook his head faux-solemnly.

"Uh, duh. Why'd you think I grew my hair out?" Bucky scritched a finger against his chin. 

"I dunno, to hide your ugly mug?" Steve volleyed. 

"Is that what the scruff on your face is for?" Bucky poked him. "'Cause what's that about?"

"I didn't have time to shave while travelling." Steve said, "I'll shave it off when I shower later. Tony likes me clean-shaven, anyway." 

"Tony likes me clean-shaven, anyway." Bucky mocked in a jeering tone. "Jeez, the two a you are awful."

Steve paused, set his lips in a straight line and said, "'Cause the stubble can be scratchy when I'm rimming him." 

"Eugh. Yuck." Bucky shook his shoulders out. "What the fuck, eugh. Oh god, I'm gonna gag."

"Okay, drama queen." Steve rolled his eyes. He took the pause to push their suitcases up against the wall. Upon turning back, he found Bucky raising an eyebrow at him. 

"That's a homophobic remark." Bucky said.

"You're." Steve ran a hand over his face, "I'm too jet-lagged to listen to you right now."

"Good way to say you can't think of a comeback."

"Don't say comeback, it reminds me of—"

"Blah, blah, blah." Bucky stuck his fingers in his ears, "can't hear you, can't be traumatised by you and Tony." His voice rose higher with the second sentence, and it proved the "losing one sense amplifies the other senses" thing wrong because limiting his hearing was obviously causing an amp up in Bucky's lack of common sense and also, his (already debilitated and clearly debilitating further) sense of humour. 

Thankfully though, it seemed that the universe was immune from the senses thing because it was with an apt sense for timing that the doorbell chose that moment to ring out.

Steve let Bucky continue his immature performance, going up to open the door in the charmless host's stead. 

"Hey!" Sam greeted, takeout bags in both hands, "you're here!"

"Hey Sam," Steve returned, taking the takeout bags from him and moving them to the dining table, "good to see you, man. How've you been?" 

"Great, great." Sam said, "How're you? Travel safe?"

"Yeah, perfectly." Steve said, "Tony's just getting changed. You came back quick, eh?"

"Got lucky with the line." Sam said, "how's—man. What are you doing?"

Bucky took his fingers out of his ears and gave Sam a sheepish smile, "well, well, well." He said faux-menacingly, "if it isn't my least favourite person."

"Don't say that about Steve." Sam sidestepped, "and why're you acting like a child?" Without waiting for an answer, Sam entered the kitchen and the sound of running water followed. 

"FYI, this is why you're Dale in Tony's "Chip 'n Dale" analogy." Steve said. 

"Look at you, bein' such a supportive boyfriend." Bucky said. "Boy oh boy, I best be careful or I'll be out of the running for boyfriend of the year."

The lock of the bathroom door clicked and Tony came out in a grey sweatshirt and trousers. Steve decided to save the fact that they were both Steve's clothing items for later, when Tony was sleepy enough to only notice the reprimand and not how hot Steve got at the sight of it. Tony ran a hand through his hair as he asked, "I heard the door. Sam's here?"

"Kitchen." Steve jutted a thumb out, and Tony headed over to say hi. 

As the two began what sounded like an incredibly mature exchange of greetings, Steve and Bucky shared a short look. 

"We are not the immature ones in our relationship." Bucky insisted, "we are not the "Dale" of the relationship."

"I think they're brothers, anyway." Steve gave an involuntary rictus, "Tony's always multi-tasking when we watch films. It's a problem. I'm working on it."

"Yeah, okay." Bucky sighed. "Hey, Stevie, off the record?"

"The record that doesn't exist?" Steve asked, "that record?"

"The very same." Bucky cleared his throat. "I'm happy you're back together, you know? Real happy. You average each other out."

"In your favourites ranking or in general?" Steve asked. 

"Both, genius." Bucky said. "That's why you two work so well together." 

"Thanks, Bucky." Steve said. "You too, you know?"

"I know." Bucky said, giving him a genuine smile. That, more than anything, made Steve feel properly settled. He was out of business in taking other people's opinions on him and Tony getting back together, but Bucky was definitely the closest to being a person he could trust to know enough to be accurate and honest enough to be truthful. So—the fact that he approved, well. It just mattered.

Sam and Tony walked out of the kitchen, still chatting, with table mats in Sam's hands for the food.

"Hey, Tones." Bucky walked forward, "hey, buddy, come here." 

Tony made an "oof" sort of sound as Bucky came up and hugged him, matter-of-fact about it. The look Tony sent over to Steve over the shoulder was bamboozled. Befuddled. Somewhat begrudged. A tad bemused.

"Hey." Tony said, "you okay?"

"Yeah." Bucky patted him twice on the back and then stepped back. He pointed at Tony with the metal hand and at Steve with the other, "you two break up again, I'm suing you for psychiatric damage."

Tony's finger met Bucky's in a perversion of the E.T. greeting, pushing him back as he said, "Buckaroo, you couldn't afford me."

"Can we continue this over food?" Sam called out, "'cause I didn't wait twenty minutes for cold fast food."

"Sure thing, babe." Bucky grabbed Sam by the scruff of his neck and pulled him in for a tight hug and a peck on the cheek, "there, there. Didn't mean to make you feel left out." 

"I wasn't even—" Sam tried to shrug out the hug for a futile moment before quickly conceding to it, "whatever, okay."

"I don't want to break up," Tony sidled over to Steve, "but I do want to keep up with the psychiatric damage."

"Agree." Steve wrapped an arm around Tony's waist. 

"Should we fuck on his bed?" Tony suggested.

"Sam would suffer too, then, and he doesn't deserve it." Steve said, adding with a thoughtful tone, "let's do it on his old bike."

"We do average out." Tony said, and then, at Steve's startled surprise, "see, I can multi-task."

[eternalwyrm]

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP

[dreamerstreamer]

Slip Up

Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader

Summary: One literal slip up leads to another and, well—it isn’t pretty.

Warning: includes depictions of anxiety as a result of exposure

Word Count: 5.0k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted something about a secret relationship! i hope you enjoy! on a more serious note though, don’t harass your creators and the people they care about. seriously, don’t.

With one last click, Clay let out a sigh, grabbing his headphones and setting them down on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the still clip on his monitor with a hint of a frown tugging at his lips.

After two long hours, he was officially tired of listening to George’s screams ringing through his ears. Sure, they were funny in the heat of the moment when he was recording, but having to listen to the same screams on loop while editing?

He shivered.

No thanks. He needed a break.

Grabbing his phone, he pushed open the door to his studio and headed for the stairs. I wonder where [Y/N] is, he thought to himself as he climbed the basement stairs two at a time. It’s been a while since I last caught a glimpse of her.

Surfacing on the first floor, he stuck his head into the living room, glancing around for a brief moment only to deduce that you weren’t there. With a huff, he spun on his heel. If she’s not there, he thought, his strides confident and full of purpose, then she’s definitely in—

He stepped into the kitchen, his gaze landing on your figure half-tucked behind the open fridge door almost instantaneously. He smiled. Bingo.

Slowly, he crept forward, slipping around the kitchen island to silently walk up to you. Before you even noticed he was there, he leaned down next to your ear and whispered.

“Boo.”

Letting out a sharp yell, you whirled, your wide eyes practically drowning in the amusement filling Clay’s emerald gaze as he let out a long wheezing laugh. “Clay!” you gasped, holding a hand over your heart. “You scared me, oh my god.”

His wheezing only grew louder in volume as he slapped his knee, still cackling at your distraught expression. Puffing your cheeks in a pout, you turned your back to him, staring back into the fridge. “Meanie.”

Struggling to regain his breath, Clay leaned in to wrap his arms around your waist in a hug from behind. You could feel his chest shaking against your back with laughter, beginning to slowly die down with each passing second. A moment later, he dipped his head down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Sorry,” he hummed. “I just thought it’d be funny to make you jump.” His eyes glinted with mischief. “I was right. It was.”

“Not for me,” you grumbled, and he let out the tiniest of wheezes next to your ear. 

“Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, kissing your neck. “How are you doing? I haven’t seen you all morning.”

You relaxed into his warm touch, melting into the feeling of his soft lips on your skin. Sending him a tired smile, you closed the fridge door and focused your attention onto him. “I’m alright, but I’m feeling kind of tired,” you admitted. “You get kind of sick of working on an assignment after the third, you know?”

He snuggled closer to you, smiling into your neck. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t know, but I understand your point.”

You rolled your eyes at him, leaning back into his figure. “Right, I forgot that you didn’t go to college, Mr. Streamer.”

Clay laughed at your words. “You’re just that much smarter than me, then.” He poked at your cheek affectionately. as he cooed, “Look at you, my super smart college student girlfriend.”

You turned in his arms to face him, frowning at him. “Clay, you say that like you aren’t considered to be one of the best, if not the best Minecraft player in the world. Give yourself some more credit.”

He brushed a stray hair away from your face, his gaze fond as he held you a little closer. “Okay, but only because you told me to.”

You snorted, sinking deeper into his arms. “If your followers could see you now, I’m sure they’d be spamming ‘simp’ in chat.”

He chuckled. “They already do that whenever I hang out with George—I can’t even imagine to what extent it would increase if they knew about you.”

You offered him a smile, but it felt forced. The question had been swirling in the back of your mind for a little while now, and it was just sitting on the tip of your tongue, now. You had to ask now, or it would devour you alive.

“Hey, um, Clay,” you said, your tone shifting as you fidgeted slightly in his embrace. “Do you—do you think we’ll ever tell people and your fans about, well—” You gestured to the space between the two of you. “—about us?”

He paused for a moment, then let out a soft breath. “I want to,” he said. “Oh man, you don’t know just how badly I want to share you with the whole world and show them you’re mine.” You felt your cheeks grow warm, your lips instinctively curling up at his words.

“But I don’t think they’re ready for that just yet,” he added in a wistful tone. He pulled back, sending you a crooked smile. “How about we cross that bridge when we get there? I know that when we do get around to it, they’re gonna love you as much as I do, I promise.”

You bobbed your head, feeling the anxiety in your gut disintegrate. “Okay. Thanks, Clay.”

He reached up to ruffle your hair, cooing at the small whine you let out. “Anything for you.”

Knocking his hand off your head, you grinned at him. “On another note, what have you been up to? Instead of sleeping in late, of course, you lucky butt.”

He swayed back and forth, bringing you along with him. “I spent a lot of time editing some videos that are still in the works. I’m gonna be streaming for a few hours in a bit, though. If you need anything, you know where you can find me.” He grabbed your hand in his, fiddling with your fingers with a slight squeeze. “Are you still gonna be working on your assignment later, or will I be allowed to bother you?”

Your mouth twitched at his pouty tone, and you squeezed his hand back. “I actually might go out to the grocery store. Patches’s cat food is on sale, so I might stock up on that, and I kind of wanted some snacks for studying. Was there anything you wanted while I was gone?”

He hummed, thinking for a moment. “Not really, to be honest.” Slipping his hand into yours, he began leading you to the front of the house. “Here, let me see you off.”

You felt your heart swell with love as he handed you your bag from where it hung on the coat rack while you laced up your shoes. Clay was always so attentive to you and your needs, never failing to make sure you had everything you needed at the drop of a hat. You were really too lucky to have him.

“Do you have your mask?” he asked when you stood up.

With a nod, you fished it out from your pocket, waving it in your hands. “Mhm.”

He smiled. “Awesome.” Opening his arms, he pulled you in for one last hug, inhaling the scent of your flowery shampoo before swinging the door open and watching you step outside, car keys in hand.

“I’ll be back soon!” you cried, waving to him from the driveway.

He waved back, leaning against the doorframe. “See you!” he called back. “Take care out there.”

“I will!”

His viridian gaze trailed after you and your car as you sped off down the road, knowing all too well exactly which radio station you had inevitably turned on. Well, no matter. He supposed it was time to stream, now. Locking the door behind him, Clay strode down to the basement, sliding into his desk chair with his hand on his mouse. Slipping his headphones over his head, he rolled his shoulders and opened up Twitch. 

Taking one last deep breath, he grinned and pressed the ‘start streaming’ button. 

“Hey, guys!”

You grunted as you pushed the front door open, sliding your shoes off as you heaved the last sack of cat food onto the ground with a loud thud. 

And that’s all three. Finally.

Pushing the door closed using your foot, you placed your hands on your hood in determination.

Now, to get them downstairs.

You grimaced, glaring down at the offending bags. This was going to sooo much fun.

Some things never ceased to amaze you. Like how smart Clay was, even as dorky as he could be. Like how fast he blown up. Like how much you loved him.

And like how much cat food Patches managed to eat without getting fat.

Seriously, you thought to yourself with a grumble, how does she still look the same even though she goes through a whole bag of cat food in like... two weeks? It’s just not fair.

“I wish I had your metabolism,” you muttered, shooting a glare at the feline in question.  “You suck.”

Patches was perched on the stair railings a few feet away from you, grooming her paws. The moment you spoke her name, she lifted her head to look at you, her ears flicking. You stared at each other for a few seconds before she let out a soft meow, jumping down to rub against your leg.

“Oh, who am I kidding?” you murmured to yourself, your heart swelling in your chest at the feeling of her nuzzling her small head against your calf. “I could never hate you. You’re too cute.”

You turned your attention back to the three sacks of cat food you now had in your possession. Patches’s domain mostly consisted of the basement, where you kept her toys and costumes. Consequently, that’s where the cat food was also stored, albeit out of sight so that Patches wouldn’t get any ideas. Like her owner, she had a penchant for mischief, but you loved them both anyways.

The main problem here was getting the cat food down the stairs. 

I’m a strong independent woman, you thought to yourself with a small smile. Also, Clay is streaming, so I can’t ask him for help even if I wanted to. Bending over, you hoisted the first sack into your arms. That’s okay, though. A few stairs can’t stop me.

Taking a deep breath, you trudged toward the basement, carefully taking the stairs one step at a time down. The last thing you wanted was to trip while carrying the cat food of all things.

Unfortunately, it seemed that you jinxed yourself.

Everything went fine for the first two bags, each sack having safely made their way onto their proper spot on their designated cabinet shelf. Each time you tread down the stairs, you would take a quick peek over at Clay’s recording studio, smiling to see him amicably chatting with his viewers while completing another speedrun. With a smile on your face, you climbed the stairs once more to come face to face with your final obstacle.

You grinned despite your arms aching from having done so much heavy lifting. Last bag. Let’s go.

Rolling up your sleeves, you began the same process you had been running with for the past two trips: pick up the bag and head down the stairs, making sure to step carefully. 

What you hadn’t accounted for, though, was Patches’s presence.

You were just about halfway down the stairs when Patches darted in front of you. With a soft yelp, you stepped back to avoid her, letting her bounce down the stairs ahead of you. A brief breath of relief escaped your lips, but it was short lived. 

Just then, your sock’s grip on the floor gave out, and you felt gravity wrap a hand around your ankle.

Oh, crap.

A shout tore its way out of your throat as as you tumbled forward, landing on the ground with a resounding crash. Beside you, the bag of cat food smacked into the wall and landed with a loud crunch. 

That can’t be good, you vaguely thought, your mind fogged up by a cloud of pain.

Just a few rooms over, Clay froze mid-stream, his mouse coming to a halt as his entire body went stiff. Without even thinking to mute himself, he tore his headphones off his head, your name flying from his lips in a flurry of worry as he rushed out the room.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N], are you okay?”

On the ground, you winced, pain shooting up your side as you pulled yourself forward. In an instant, Clay was on the ground by your side—one hand on the small of your back helping you sit up, the other brushing your hair away from your face.

“[Y/N],” he breathed, panic seeping into his face as his eyes scanned every inch of your face for harm, “are you good?” You nodded, but it did nothing to ease the worry in his expression. “Tell—tell me.” He held three fingers in front of your face. “How many fi—”

“Three,” you replied immediately. You offered a pained smile, stifling another wince as you did so. 

He leaned in closer to your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “How badly are you hurt?”

You shifted your spine, trying to gauge the pain. The ache was dull at most, minimal at best. “Only a little.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, his breathing ragged. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You let out a small sigh, sending him a reassuring smile. You appreciated his protectiveness, you really did, but sometimes he really did go the extra mile. “Clay,” you said softly, “I’m okay, really. I promise I’m okay. I just tripped and fell.” Then you glanced behind him, letting out a deeper sigh. “The cat food, on the other hand? Not so much.”

The bag must have ripped open when it fell, its own weight having collapsed on itself and tearing a hole right through the bottom. The individual pellets of cat food where strewn all across the floor, littering the ground like pebbles. And of course, Patches was already starting to nibble away. Pesky girl.

Clay stood up, reaching a hand out toward you. “Here, I’ll help you clean up.”

You took his hand, shaking your head as he pulled you to your feet. “No, no. You should get back to your stream.” Your brows knit together. “I interrupted it, didn’t it? Your followers will be waiting for you. You should go back.”

He shook his head, his expression resolute. “Contrary to popular belief, [Y/N],” he said, “you’re more important to me than just one stream. I’ll probably just end it when I’m done here, anyway.” He squeezed your hand, his gaze kind. “Let me help you. Please.”

With your heart fluttering in your chest, you squeezed it back. 

“Okay.”

Clay grabbed the two of you a dustpan as you began to clean up the mess of cat food you had made on the floor. You whined about how you just wasted a sale by tripping down the stairs while he poked fun at your frustration, passing you Patches with the request of keeping her away from the food as he swept. In practically no time, you had nearly forgotten what had transpired at all, just happy to spend some time with your wonderful boyfriend next to you.

If only you knew just how much your little fall was going to blow up in your face.

You ran your tongue over your chapped lips, your gaze focused on your laptop screen as your mouse finally hit the submit button. Letting out a sigh, you finally let the stress seep out of your body as a small smile overtook your features.

Finally handed it in. Now, you didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

With a groan, you stretched your arms out above you, cracking your back. You’d been working away for a couple of hours now, but at long last, you were free for the weekend. Humming to yourself, you picked up your phone. You had set it to ‘do not disturb’ a while back, since it hadn’t stopped vibrating at one point. You hadn’t bothered to check why at the time, but you supposed you could spare some time for yourself before dinner.

Swiping your phone open, your thumb instinctively tapped on Twitter, a blue glow enveloping your screen before fading to dark. You hummed as you opened up the trending page, curiosity pawing at your backside. You had your bets on some trend going viral, but knowing the internet, it was probably some weird, random crap.

There were a handful of political memes topping the charts, as well as a #TGIF. You stifled a laugh as you scrolled a bit lower. Twitter sure was a weird place.

That was when a tag caught your eye.

#DreamExplain

Your thumb stopped, hovering over the screen. What? Explain what, exactly?

Then there—just few lines below that.

#WhoIs[Y/N]?

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest.

That was your name. 

Trending. On Twitter.

Panic shot through your veins.

What the actual hell happened?

With a heavy feeling of disbelief sinking its claws into you, you tapped on your name, watching as hundreds of tweets shot past your eyes.

Who’s [Y/N] and how can I be her

dream explain?! oh mygood what was that !!!!

is [Y/N] Dream’s girlfriend or something

um ??? dream said the name [Y/N] on stream today then went afk for like 20 mins ??? then the stream just ended ???wtf ???

what’s @georgenotfound gonna do omggg nooo!!! his boyfriend!!!!!!

You felt sick to your stomach.

Oh god.

They knew who you were.

You wanted to throw up.

Stumbling to your feet, you made your way toward the kitchen where you knew you would find Clay, your phone clutched in a death grip between your fingers. 

“C-Clay?”

He turned from where he was leaning against the counter, a smile lighting up his face at the sound of your voice. “Hey!” The moment his eyes landed on your face, his smile vanished. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Have—” You swallowed, your palms beginning to sweat. “Have you checked Twitter recently?”

“Nope,” he hummed, pulling his phone out from his pocket. “What’s trending this time? Did some politician say something or—”

“I am,” you said ever so softly.

He froze, his phone going slack in his hand. “What?”

You glanced up from your feet. “I’m trending, Clay.”

A beat of silence. “What?!” he repeated, louder this time.

You felt an odd sense of weightlessness sinking onto your shoulders, and you felt yourself begin to ramble. “Crazy, right? Little old me, trending? Wild. Insane. Like, just wow.” 

With each new phrase that leapt from your lips, Clay’s brows furrowed further. You could see the wheels in his head turning at full speed. Then, they stopped, and realization set in. Then came the horror.

Oh, dear god.

“[Y/N],” he whispered, taking a step toward you, “oh my god.”

“You’re also trending, by the way,” you continued, barreling ahead as your hands began wildly gesturing. You swallowed down the panic rising up your throat at full throttle. “It’s a shame that I’m not higher than you, but I guess we can’t win them all.”

“[Y/N],” he said again, “this is serious.”

You nodded, your expression still blank. “Oh, I know. I’m—”

Something in you snapped.

You sucked in a ragged breath. “Yeah, I’m—”

And out came the waterworks.

You collapsed to the ground, the sobs escaping your throat in uneven bursts. Clay’s arms were around you before you knew it, his hand cradling your head for the second time that day.

“Clay, Clay, Clay,” you choked out, your entire being dissolving into him. “Clay, they know who I am. They heard you.”

His grip tightened on you, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. You sobbed harder, your tears soaking into his hoodie.

There was nowhere left to hide.

You hadn’t touched your phone in days. It hardly took more than a few minutes for your Twitter feed to have absolutely blown up with messages about you. Some positive, some negative, some neutral. While you appreciated the kind ones, you only had to read a handful of the not-so-kind ones for you to turn off your phone and hide it in a drawer. It wasn’t like you were going to even use it properly, what with its cracked screen.

The more time passed, the more acutely aware of the public’s knowledge of you became.

Your name was everywhere, supposed drawings of you were everywhere, you—you were everywhere.

You felt like you were suffocating in your own skin.

Clay knew that the slip up had been rough on you, and he didn’t blame you one bit. He had asked you what you needed, if you wanted him to take a few days off to spend more time with you. You had declined, sending him a tired smile.

“I... I think I just need some time to myself to think things over.”

He didn’t push you anymore than that, instead holding you close and pressing his lips to your cheek. For the next couple days, he vanished off of social media—no tweets, no streams, no videos. Nothing. While you busied yourself with class work, he focused on editing and planning ahead for the future. You both knew you were stalling, but right now, you just needed time.

A knock came from your door, a soft voice following just after.

“[Y/N]?”

You rolled over on the bed you shared, your eyes flickering up to see Clay standing in the doorway. The book you had brought in with you laid untouched on the nightstand next to you. You haven’t been able to properly bring yourself to enjoy something without thoughts of doubt seeping into your head.

What do they think of me? Do they like me? Will they approve of our relationship? 

You were terrified out of your mind.

Clay approached the bed when he saw you move, gently sitting down next to you. “Are you doing any better?” 

He patted the space on his leg, and you twisted your body to settle your head on his lap. “Sort of,” you murmured.

A moment passed as he took in your words. “Have you eaten?”

You nodded, your head just barely moving. “Yeah. Ate some leftover pasta.”

You fell quiet once more, simply listening to the sound of his breaths next to yours. Despite having been hearing next to nothing but silence for days now, you felt better knowing he was next to you.

“Hey,” he said softly, grabbing your attention once more. You turned your head towards him, his hand stroking your hair. His emerald eyes bore into yours, focused and sad. “Tell me what’s on your mind. You seem so distant, right now.”

Your gaze trailed up to the ceiling as you opened your mouth, trying to connect the mess of thoughts in your head into coherent sentences. “It’s just all so overwhelming,” you admitted. “All they know about me is my name and that I fell down the stairs, but it already feels like it’s way too much. I didn’t even spend that much time scrolling online, and I already know that there are more than just a few people freaking out.”

You looked up at him, your sad gaze mirroring his. “I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to have everyone begging you for a face reveal.” 

The sadness in his eyes only seemed to grow deeper, and you felt something warm and watery wrap around your heart. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, pressing a hand over his eyes. “I should have muted myself. I shouldn’t have been so reckless. I just moved without thinking and—”

You pulled yourself upwards, turning to sit face to face with him. “Clay, don’t say that.” You reached out to grab him arm, pulling it away from his face. His gaze was watery, and you wished you never had to see him with that expression. “It’s not your fault, not at all. When you heard me fall, you thought of me right away, and I appreciate that.” You held his big hand in between your smaller ones, interlocking your fingers. “That just shows you care for me. Please don’t beat yourself up over what happened.” You offered him a timid smile. “I know that I’m not taking this all too well either, but we’re in this together, right?”

His lips twitched to mirror yours, but his tone was still tinged with a low sadness. “I know, it’s just... I hate seeing you like this, like you can’t live your life normally anymore because of me.”

Your hand reached up to stroke his cheek. “Hey, it’s alright,” you crooned. “Remember, they only know my first name—not even my last name—and that I tripped. They don’t know what I look like.” Your lips twitched. “Heck, they don’t even know what I sound like. I think I’ll be able to live my life just fine. It’s just a little bit... much to begin with.” You shot him a goofy smile. “I might have to use Twitter less, but you know my screen time usage is way too high anyway.”

A chuckle slipped from his lips, his eyes curving into two crescent moons. You felt your expression shift to mirror his almost naturally, but then the smile slowly crept off your face. “And, um, Clay,” you added, fidgeting slightly.

“Yeah?”

“These past two days, I gave what happened some more thought,” you began, “and I think...” You gulped. I think I want to introduce myself.”

His eyes widened, and suddenly his hands were on your face, his gaze focused intently on your face. “Are you positive?” he breathed. “You know you don’t have to do this, [Y/N].”

You nodded, feeling your resolve harden like a stone in your heart. “I know.” You offered him a bold smile. “It’s scary and kind of hard to think about, but I don’t want to leave everyone in the dark. I want to be by your side through thick and thin, no matter what.”

He paused, then pulled his hands away from your face. That sadness in his eyes had returned, and you felt your heart crack at the sight. “I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he said quietly, almost remorsefully. “I know that being with me is already a huge commitment, and this is just taking another huge step...”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. “Clay,” you said, staring down at your knee. “I’ve been here with you from the beginning, and I’ll be here until the end. I’m here with you for the long haul, okay?” You raised your head, shooting him a wicked grin. “You won’t be getting rid of me too easily.”

Just like that, his smile was back. “Oh, alright. Only because I love you so much, though.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair with a weary grin. “Well, if there’s anything that I’m sure is going to happen,” he said, “it’s that my fans are definitely going to call me a ‘simp’ even more than they already do.”

You flashed him a teasing smile. “Are they wrong, though?”

His eyes crinkled at the corners.

“No, they’re not.”

Swallowing, you stared long and hard at the microphone sitting in front of you.

You can do this.

“Are you ready?”

You sucked in a deep breath, feeling your hands shake in your lap.

“I—I think so.”

Clay pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his left arm wrapping itself around your waist to pull you closer on his lap. With his right, he reached for the mouse. On his screen, he had his stream loaded up, with only a single mouse click standing between you and tens of thousands of viewers.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to look at him. With a small smile, he dipped his head down to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling back. Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against yours lovingly.

“You know, this is only about half as stressful as when I met your family,” you joked.

He snorted, the rumbling of his chest running along your back and into your thumping heart. “And they loved you just as much as I do. Once the rest of the world meets you,” he murmured just for you to hear, “they’re going to love you just the same. I swear it.”

You let your eyelids flutter shut, breathing in his scent of fresh linen and citrus. “I hope so.”

He shot you a cheeky wink. “Oh, I know so.”

You rolled your eyes at him, turning around to look at his monitor once more. “Cheese ball.” You didn’t have to turn to know that he was still grinning. Snuggling further back into his chest, you said, “Let’s start the stream, yeah?”

With a nod, he clicked the ‘start streaming’ button. Almost instantaneously, thousands of people joined the stream. You briefly glanced at the chat and felt yourself stiffen when you caught a brief glimpse of your name. Almost immediately, Clay’s hand was on yours, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb while you relaxed once more.

Sending you one last loving glance, he leaned towards his mic and began to speak. “Hey, guys! I know it’s been a little while since I last did a stream, and I know you guys have some questions. But first, there’s someone I want you guys to meet.”

His gaze flickered to you, and he gestured toward the mic. Taking a deep breath, you mustered up your courage and leaned forward. 

“Hi there. My name is [Y/N].”

You felt his hand squeeze yours. 

With a smile and a deep breath, you squeezed back.

“And I’m Dream’s girlfriend.”

[carpsurprise]

sam stans i come.. bearing a gift.. sooo..

plot: the farmer teaches sam how to plant flowers, despite his clumsy nature

word count: 1.9k

notes: once again, gn!farmer. this is.. way more than i usually write but i felt particularly inspired... and we all know i love sam, put under a read more bc it is a little long. i’m also posting this on ao3! don’t be surprised if another sam writing comes up soon... 

A quiet sigh left the farmer’s mouth, their eyes focusing on Sam’s clumsy, gloved hands handling the delicate flowers. He tipped the young flowers from their nursery containers with care, mindful of the placement of his fingers against the dirt and the positions of the leaves. The empty nursery container was thrown haphazardly on the ground, making the farmer’s eyebrow quirk for just a moment before returning their attention back to Sam. With the young flower held in both of his hands, he shot the farmer a nervous glance.

“Heh,” he chuckled, heat starting to creep up the back of his neck, “thought you bought seeds from Pierre? I didn’t think you’d plant already blooming flowers.”

The farmer shrugged. “They’re still nice. Besides, those are more for decoration than anything— and you asked me to teach you to plant flowers, didn’t you? Teaching you to plant a seed would take a moment.”

“I guess so,” he muttered, still nervously holding the formed potting soil. “Now what do I do, stick it in the ground?”

“You could, or,” the farmer held Sam’s hands gently, allowing him to hear his own heartbeat in his head. The farmer helped support the stem of the plant, gently kneading their thumb and the inside of their pointer finger along the potting soil. The roots of the plant had finally appeared in a jumbled mess. “See, you want to spread out the roots a little so it can get water easier.”

Sam nodded with a dry swallow, watching the farmer’s eyes focus intently on the roots of the flower. They continued, “You want to be super careful, though, they’re very delicate. Just a gentle little touch will be good to separate them out.” 

A few clumps of dirt had fallen from the plant, landing on Sam’s lap and rolling off his thighs back to the earth. The farmer didn’t seem to mind the dirt that covered their legs. He directed his focus back to the flowers in front of him, and off of the farmer’s legs. Sam mirrored the farmer’s actions with his own gloved thumb, trying to smooth out the roots as gently as his clumsy hands would allow. It was funny, he thought, that he could master guitar strings flawlessly, but at a moment of tender precision he seemed to become nervous.

“Mm, that’s good!” The farmer exclaimed, slowly retracting their hands from Sam’s. “Now gently place the flower into the hole we made,” they directed, holding the sides of the parted dirt as Sam lowered the new flower into its forever home. He let go of it with slow hands, helping the farmer pat the parted dirt into the open sides with one hand. Sam let out a breath, retracting himself from the planter box.

The farmer let out a breathy chuckle, moving their trowel to their side. “This is usually relaxing for people.”

“I know.”

“You said you wanted to learn how to plant stuff because of your mom, right?”

Sam groaned, feeling himself get caught up in his own lie. “Yeah. I think it’d make her happy to know I learned, for some reason. I’m afraid she doesn’t think what I do for myself is very… useful.”

“But you’re a wonderful guitar player,” the farmer cried, turning their body to him, “and a wonderful song writer. You’ve got more talent than most in the valley, especially when it comes to music,” they smiled, making Sam’s heart skip a beat.

This is why he came to the farmer in a full sweat, red face, and nervous hands asking them to teach him how to garden. 

He grinned, instinctively moving his hand to scratch at the base of his neck. “Thanks, it means a lot—,” he interrupted himself with a startled gasp, feeling the remains of dirt on his gardening glove slip down his spine. He quickly pulled his hand from his neck, looking accusingly at the dirty, green and yellow gardening glove he had forgotten he was still wearing.

The farmer laughed at his mistake innocently, their shoulders shaking with them. It was charming for Sam, yet felt himself still chilled by the quick surprise of things running down his back. “I’ve forgotten I was wearing my gloves many, many times,” they laughed, “It sorta just feels like normal after a while.

Lifting their hands, also still gloved, they flipped them from the palm to the back of the hand. Sam admired the size of their hands, and the obvious wear and tear of the daily work they do written all over the gloves. 

“Need to get a new pair,” they muttered.

Sam had lit up, splaying his dirty gloves across his jeans without thought. “Oh! Let me buy you a new pair then, you know,” he began to fluster again. He stuttered out his response, weary of making his affections known too soon, “to thank you for teaching me how to do this.”

“Sam, you don’t have to do that. I had a lot of fun! Besides, I needed to do this anyway.”

Sam shook his head, grabbing one of their gloved hands. “No, no, please let me, and then I can get a pair that matches!”

The farmer was silent.

“... If that’s alright with you?”

The farmer snapped out of their little daze from his words, nodding and then reassuring him. Accepting his offer of new gloves, they promised to stick with the pair they have now until Sam came to the farmhouse with his gift. “Oh, Sam, before you leave can you bring home a potted plant for your mother? I’d like to thank her for the fertilizers she’s been sending me.”

He nodded. “Yeah, totally. She’d love that.”

Jumping up from their position, the farmer ran over to the side of their house, sifting through gardening tools and empty containers. They pulled out a weathered, but nice small pot. Sam watched as they dragged their hose out, rinsing the dust and dirt off of it before bringing it back over. “Here! I have no clue where this came from, but it’s nice and pretty.”

Sam agreed, immediately taking the trowel and shoveling dirt into it. “Ah, remember, Sam! Not too much dirt yet, we don’t want the roots exposed,” they instructed, causing him to quickly shovel out a little bit of dirt. He pushed the dirt to the sides of the pot, looking at the farmer expectedly. The grin on their face had made him nervous.

“You do it, Sam. I need to make sure you know how to do this, and I think Jodi will like it a lot more if you potted it. It can be a gift from the both of us.”

His fear of failure had returned to the center of his chest. Without another word he began to focus on the steadiness of his hands, removing the next flower from the container and carefully holding it with one hand. The plant  had seemed bigger when next to the others, but in his large hand it was evident it was still growing. His thumb and forefinger gently massaged the end of the dirt, staying mindful of the few roots poking out.

Feeling the farmer’s eyes upon his hands had made his heart pick up once again. He had always loved their eyes, especially when the sun hit them just right to show the beautiful color of— a slight crunch was heard. His right hand had immediately left the plant’s roots. 

The farmer laughed gently, placing a hand onto Sam’s arm. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just try to be more gentle. It doesn’t look like you’ve pulled any roots out… completely. Just focus on the roots and your hands, don’t think about anything else.”

Easy for the farmer, he thought. Trying to keep his mind from racing back to them (who had seemed to scoot a little closer to him when he was focused on the roots, now that he was thinking about it), he continued to softly spread the delicate roots of the azaleas, looking to the farmer to see if that was sufficient. The farmer nodded silently, a kind smile on their face to encourage Sam. He placed the small flowers into the pot, still holding the stems gently with his left hand and using his right to pack in enough dirt to keep it steady.

He sat back on his heels, admiring the bright pink of the flowers and the white flower pot with baby pink swirls just around the rim. He had, once again, unknowingly placed his dirty gloves onto his jeans. He was expecting Jodi to be upset with him as soon as he enters the front door, but hopefully, with this flower pot in hand, she’ll excuse his messy day out.

“See? You did amazing!” The farmer praised, fluffing out the flowers by the stems. 

Their praise had made Sam’s fleeting worries of his mother dissipate, causing him to turn to them with a teasing look. “Yeah, except for the part where I nearly destroyed the roots of the poor thing.”

Shrugging, the farmer got back to their feet and lifted the pot with a grunt. “It’s fine, you did great anyway. Like everything else, it takes practice.” 

They grabbed another bag, along with their watering can and returned to Sam’s side. They watered the flowers immediately, then cut open the bag of mulch and placed a thin layer over the wet dirt. Sam watched without question, watching their hands work around the plant and dirt effortlessly. The farmer’s moves seemed calculated, the only way Sam could relate or keep up was by comparing it to the movement of hands on guitar strings, knowing when to use gentle touch or a moment of pressure.

They pulled back, swiping the palms of their hands together to brush off any loose dirt from their gloves. Sam should’ve been doing that the whole time. “Finishing touches are done! She’s already to head to your house, Sam,” they stood up once more, hoisting the pot up into their arms and ready to hand off to Sam. 

“Make sure it’s watered when the soil feels dry; and it can’t be in the sun all of the time, it likes some shade sometimes. The pot is sorta big so it’ll grow a little, but once it kinda grows out some of the leaves and flowers may start dying. Just pluck or cut those off and it’ll grow back.”

Sam nodded slowly, trying to repeat the farmer’s instructions back to himself in an attempt to not forget them. He knew the attempt was futile, but found that with every gray cloud there is a silver lining: he can always come back to see the farmer, just to ask for it again. He gave a nervous giggle, awkwardly trying to hold the gift for his mother.

“Please tell Jodi I said thank you, it means a lot to have help from the community.”

“Well, uh, if you ever need any help don’t hesitate to ask. I’m always here for you,” Sam said sheepishly, almost immediately regretting not omitting his last sentence.

The farmer grinned, waving goodbye to him. “I know you are, and thank you, too.”

He smiled back at them, saying his goodbye and heading back down the dirt path to town, praying that no one would see him struggling with the giant pot of azaleas, potted by him, for his mother. 

[nagitoshopejar]

Took me about two hours with lotsa distractions

And has 1561 words

Theres two prompts in here. In this timeline, everyone's alive. But also this is the second motive. Byakuyas secret surprises everyone(the longer part) and a game of truth or dare(not as long sorry) its 11:44 at night and I'm tired as all hecc

@fluffomatic here you go. Although I didn't exactly use inspiration based off the art you made. I'm really tired and barely know what I'm doing.

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"As your school principle, I am supposed to motivate you! So, for your second motivation, I'll be handing put secrets! Its your decision what you want to do with it." The build a bear reject says. "How am I supposed to get you guys to kill eachother?" Monokuma adds under his breath then disappears. Everyone looks at each other in confusion.

"Secrets?" Aoi had questioned the bear authority despite it already having left. Several thin papers were scattered like snow from what looked like it could only be the ceiling. They all scrambled to pick up the small pieces that had their secrets written upon them.

"Whatever man. Lets just forget about them." Mondo was about to walk out when a certain compass moral stopped him.

"Wait. Lets all share our secrets so that its no longer a motive!" Taka introduced the idea.

"Well, it cant hurt us if we do." Makoto states looking down at his own secret. They gather around in a circle like oval. Chihiro starts.

"... I uhm. I'm actually a boy dressed as a girl. Because people would bully me for being to "weak" or "feminine"." Chihiro looks down as if to be ashamed.

"Theres no need to be ashamed!" Taka gives the small boy a soft smile. Chihiro gives a small smile back, looking up.

"What about yours Taka?" He asks

"Oh! Right!" He lets out a small giggle and unfolds his, "...I uhm oh. I ran in the halls! I'm so sorry everyone! I know, this must be disappointing to hear the ultimate moral compass broke a rule." He acts as if it is shocking.

"No ones disappointed Taka! Its ok to break a rule if its a rare thing to happen." Makoto says.

"Well? Whats your secret?" Taka asks.

"Oh, I uhm. I-" Makoto looked away, a blushing mess. "I wet the bed 5th grade." Makoto said quietly but everyone heard him. A silence overcame them like a light in a dark room.

"I guess its my turn!" Byakuya says, wanting people to not bully or embarrass his boyfriend. "I've never... What?" Byakuya looks confused. "How is this a secret? I've never been tickled." He squints his eyes. Everyone looked shocked. Even Makoto looks shocked.

"Hold up. You've never been tickled?" Yasuhiro had asked.

"Well, for the ultimate progeny, his childhood would be not as "

'childish' as others." Kyoko had said, a hand placed on her chin.

"Agh-!" Byakuya had yelled after he was tackled. Leon had dug into his ribs getting sudden laughter pouring from his mouth. "WAHAHAIT!!" Byakuya was squirming.

"Hey!" Leon got tackled down by Toko. "What the? Why did you do that?" Leon yelled at the writer.

"You're being to rough with him!" Toko yelled at the baseball man. Byakuya started giggling and everyone looked over to see Makoto lightly tracing his abs and ribs.

"Nohohoho!" Byakuya squirmed, trying to get away from Makoto.

"Uh-uh. You're not getting away from me." Makoto teased. Kyoko walked up to Byakuyas squirming body and poked it earning a high squeak amongst the giggles.

"Noho! Dont dohoho that KyokO-" Byakuya started giggling harder when Kyoko started light scribbles on his ribs. He tries to grab her hands but ends up revealing his under arms and having Kyoko quickly shoot into them. "Hohold ohohohon!" He shot his arms down as soon as she did that.

"Oops. My hands are trapped. Guess I'll have to keep tickling you until you put up your arms." She shrugged with a sly smile on her face.

"Hehehehey stahp!" Byakuya reluctantly put up his arms above his head to make Kyoko stop. That only pushed her more. She sat on his hands but made sure not to hurt them and continued her relentless attack. Makoto was going ham on his sides and moved to his belly. Byakuya ended up squirming more than than ever, his laughter going up a few octaves. "HOHOLD ON! STOHAHAP IT PLEAHEEHE-"

"Nah. I'm hungry for a happy Byakuya!" Makoto said leaning down and nibbling ever so lightly on his belly. His eyes shut and a wide smile planted on his face emitting loud giggles like a speaker. Makoto also began dancing his hands hands along his sides, ribs and belly changing suddenly and with no pattern as well.

"Aw. You're so much fun!" Kyoko added some teases to the mix.

When it got to the point of Byakuya not being able to for words they stopped their attacks to give Byakuya a breathing break.

"Hmm. Should we try..?" He looked at Kyoko and she nodded. Makoto made his way down to his ankles. He sat on his calves. He cradled the progeny's ankles in an arm lock. He started snickering and giggling again cutely when Kyoko ran finger down and around his neck. He scrunched up his neck and made a little whining sound which turned into a ridiculously cute sight. Makoto laughed and smiles at this and turned back to his 'assignment'. Makoto traced a finger down the middle of the boys sole. And instantly his giggles went up a little. He messed around and drew shapes with the tip of his fingernail. Byakuya squirmed. Under the weight of his two lers. Makoto used his entire hand to scribble along both of Byakuyas feet. He thrashes, giggling violently.

"Ohohok did I do sohohomethihing?" Byakuyas head was tilted into his arm to try and stifle his giggles. Kyoko and Makoto took this as an opportunity to stop. Makoto walks up towards his head.

"You're so cute Byakuya." He kissed his boyfriends nose making Byakuya more rose coloured. His smile was still widely spread across his face and tears were both streaming and had stained his face. Makoto helped Byakuya up. "You ok?" The small boy said.

"Yea.. I'm fine. Just a little worn out." Byakuya said straightening his glasses ans fixing his hair. They heard a loud obnoxious laugh.

"OK OK IHIHI WOHONT BE SO CAHARLEHESS!" Leon yelled as Toko was going nuts on him.

"Promise?" She asks slyly.

"IHIHIHI PROMIHISE!!" He yelled, squirming under her. Toko relented and let him catch his breath.

"This is a school environment! You cant just do that!" Taka pouts angrily.

"Whatever Taka." Kyoko giggles. "We should hang out tonight. After 10. Truth or dare. Get closer yknow?"

" like a date then." Hifumi says.

"Not you. You're not allowed to come." Kyoko states glaring at Hifumi.

"I guess we should wait until then. I'm off." Makoto said dragging Byakuya to his room. Byakuya and Makoto were cuddling until something actually happened Makoto was being the little spoon. "Mmm Byakuya-" he tried to stifle his giggles as his boyfriend traced shapes on his belly.

"Wow Makoto. Your skin is so soft." He smiled, tracing the skin around hus navel.

"Byahakuyaaaa stoooop!" Makoto squirmed in the progeny's thouch.

"Aw. But such soft skin deserves to be caressed and needs attention." Byakuya cooed at the smaller boy.

"Heheheheh!" Makoto was giggling so hard he could barely make out any words. Togami smiled mischievously. He dug his fingers into Makoto belly on both sides of his navel. "BYAKUYAHAHAHAH! NOOOOO STAHP!" Makoto laughed out loud and threw his head out.

"Aw. Your face is sooo cute Makoto." Byakuya teasy complimented him and stopped his attack. They slept until 10 pm. It was the Monokuma night announcement that woke them up. They headed to the gym still a little groggy from their nap. As soon as they opened the gym doors, the light blinded them.

"You made it!" Aoi cheered happily.

"Yup!" Makoto smiled. They once again, sat in a circle wondering whos gonna go first.

"Taka! Truth or dare!" Aoi asked excitedly.

"Uh.. Truth." Taka answered a bit scared that if he said dare, Aoi would make him do something bad.

"Do you like anyone?" Taka was taken aback by such a common question coming from Aoi.

"Oh uhm. I like Mondo." Taka answered without hesitation. Mondo became a blushing mess and looked away.

"Makoto. Truth or dare?" Taka asked the small boy of hope.

"Uh dare."

"Hmm... I dare you to uhm.." Taka looked around a bit. "I dare you to throw that garbage away!" Makoto was surprised and not surprised but did it anyways.

"Hey Byakuya. Truth or dare."

"Dare. Truth seems to be to boring." He looked at Aoi. Aoi seemed to look through his soul.

"Let us tickle you." The small boy said.

"What?" Byakuya was taken aback, surprised.

"Let us tickle you." Makoto smiled at this thought.

"Well, the ultimate progeny doesn't count on giving up. Very well." He lifted up his arms leaving all his spots free to whoever wanted to join. Makoto slipped his hand under Byakuyas shirt and scribbled. Byakuya started laughing instantly. "Makohohoto!" He whined, knowing he couldn't beg for Makoto to stop.

"Whats wrong? Why are you laughing? Nothings going on? Whats so funny?" He asked and byakuya had never answered. Makoto lifted the taller boys shirt up leaned his head down. He blew the longest raspberry anyone has ever seen. He laughed louder and shot his hands down. Makoto stopped his attack. "You didn't last to long." Makoto says.

"Yea. You should lengthen that by training with Aoi and myself." Sakura said with a sly smirk. They continued the game for most of the night the headed off to bed.

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I hope you liked it!

[happytsukki]

me, you, and us.

t. kuroo

genre: angst

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i’ve had writer’s block for a few days and i was about to just stick to reading bc i can’t write to save my life. was genuinely about to give up and just finish my smau LOL but here’s my attempt to keep going ;-; should i write a pt 2? dont know if its better left at that sooo you should tell me your thoughts!

“look, i’m happy for you, really y/n,” kuroo hesitates and inhales sharply. his fingers fidget around the mug laid in front of him, eyes avoiding the look tinged with concern painted across your face. “but what about us? you said— no we said we would do this whole adult thing together. we would build our lives in tokyo with our family and friends. you would become a lawyer, i would become a scientist. then, we could start a family, have mini me’s running around here,” he shudders, his voice growing increasingly weary with every word. his chest heaves up and down as he fights the urge to cry out in frustration.

three years. it’s been 3 long, glorious years since kuroo confessed his feelings to you back at nekoma. and what first began as something simply platonic blossomed into an enduring type of love that allowed the two of you to brush past all the obstacles. first, it was conflicting time schedules at work, then it was that overly flirty coworker that seemed to constantly cling on to him, and there was also the ex-boyfriend trying to “befriend” you again ordeal; but despite all the struggles, your love reigned supreme and nothing seemed to separate the bond you two held.

and love to kuroo meant not only reminiscing in the first’s, and reveling in the now’s, but also dreaming about the what if’s. dreams that he so badly wanted to become a reality.

“i know, tetsu, but look,” you desperately plead, a hand reaching out to capture his face, jaw tightened and brows knitted tightly. your knees brush his thighs as you lean forward but he remains rigid in his position. you’ve never seen him like this, indignation underlying his despair. “it’s a paid internship with one of the best firms in the nation! imagine how many opportunities this opens up for me, no, i mean for us in the future. besides, distance has nothing on us, right?”

no matter how hard you tried to sound confident, it sounded too much like a question rather than an affirmation. you could feel the cracks emerging in your relationship. the doubts washing away the glue that held you two together against all the past ups and downs. and despite being only a few feet apart, you felt oceans away from the man in front of you.

“no,” he says sternly, recoiling from your touch. he stands and takes steps away from you, a pained expression staring right back at you. “there’s no us in this, y/n. this is all about you. you’re the one being selfish.” he snarls, pointing a hard finger at your face.

“don’t say that tetsu, that’s not true,” you shout back, rage stirring within the depths of your stomach. you couldn’t fathom how he was blaming you right now. you were fully certain that if he came home to you one day, rejoicing in news of an opportunity for his career path, you would cry out in jubilation. so the fact that he was doing quite the opposite made your blood boil.

“i thought you would be happy for me— but you’re just being a dick about it!” you scream, loud enough for your neighbors to hear past the thinly lined walls of your apartment, but you couldn’t care less. your emotions were high and there was no off switch to stop the flood of venom slipping out your lips.

“are you kidding me? i’m the one at fault here y/n?”

at this point, both of you are shouting at full volume, anger bouncing off each other, and chipping away at your hearts. how could the one you loved the most be the one who ended up hurting you the worst? you think to yourself, breaths growing ragged from your emotions.

“but you are tetsurou! why can’t you support me?” it’s tiring, and maybe it’s your mind fighting your heart, but whatever it was made you feel completely helpless. it was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place, and each choice resulted in your own misery.

“what am i supposed to do while you pick up everything and move to the other side of the japan? did you expect me to come with you, or stay here and continue long distance? admit it, you didn’t even bother thinking about me in all of this, because i was never a part of your future!”

then there’s silence.

a deafening silence that was far too long on your part. and kuroo decides right there and then.

amid your scramble to find the right thoughts, right words to convince him, no— yourself that he was always in your mind, a priority in your heart, he storms off into the bedroom you shared.

you chase after him, legs absolutely numb as you attempt to drag your heavy feet across the carpeted floor. oh how quickly your anger dissipates and transforms into a painful sorrow.

“tetsu?” you whisper from behind him. your eyes fall onto the suitcase laid out on the bed, clothes overflowing from it. he hears you, but he doesn’t pause. he continues his fit of rage, walking back and forth from the dresser to throw his belongings into the suitcase. kuroo rummages through the drawers, leaving a mess behind everything he touches, but it didn’t matter at this point.

“don’t do this tetsu. please.” you cry out, hand clutching at the tighteness in your chest that made it difficult to find a breath. you find yourself following his every step, fingers reaching out for his but he dodges your desperation every time.

“why? you were gonna leave me anyway,” he hisses stridently behind his lashes brimming with tears, zipping the last of his stuff away in that little suitcase.

before he can walk through the door of your bedroom, you stop him and place your fists against his chest.

“look at me, tetsu. i love you. please, don’t do this,” you breathe. your hands go up to cup his face, sending shivers down his spine. as the pads of your thumbs delicately wipe away the tear stains, you can almost feel him lean into your touch. and for a moment, that hardened expression softened into the one you had grown to love for years. but it’s gone within seconds and your hands turn cold, missing his warmth.

“i’m only making this easier for you. now you don’t have to go through the pain of choosing, because i think we both know how this ends.” he sighs.

your forlorn whispers grow into desperate pleas for him to stay. but his feet don’t stop until he’s facing the front door, fingers grazing the silver knob that led to an escape from this situation, an escape from what he used to consider his paradise.

“don’t please. kuroo. tetsurou. i love you. don’t leave me.”

your sobs drive you to your knees and you reach for his arm one more time. maybe he’ll stay. maybe he’ll forgive you. maybe he’d still let you be a part of his future. you silently pray over and over, hoping that maybe the heavens could hear you and convince him. and those same thoughts run through kuroo’s mind but the words he was truly seeking for was nowhere to be found.

i won’t leave you.

that’s all he wished you would say. but minutes pass and he thinks it’s hopeless.

so he walks right out your life, just like that. he manages to mutter a sad “i love you too” before shutting the door but it’s far too quiet to be heard and you’re left alone in that empty, desolate apartment.

it’s cold, lacking the warmth that kuroo radiated from his mere presence. it’s dark, deprived of the brightness kuroo cast from his silly jokes and sweet words. so you’re sitting there, back against the door while you wretchedly wrap your arms around that old picture frame. it contained your graduation picture, lips pressed against kuroo’s as the team looks on proudly.

you start to think how funny it is how these memories that once made your heart swell with bliss became the monsters breaking down your very existence.

you’ve memorized every great and minute detail about him, but now you want to lock these up and throw away the key. it’s not out of regret or contempt, but protection against the guilt writhing away at your whole being.

and while you wept relentlessly, tears drenching your cheeks and the weight on your chest expanding, kuroo was lost.

how could the entire premise of his future slip out of his fingertips so easily?

a day ago, kuroo felt like he was on top of the world, basking in the vibrancy you continued to bring into his dull life. an itching sensation blossomed in his heart as he gushed to kenma over the idea of proposing, and of course, his best friend happily encouraged him to.

but within hours, an earthquake had sent tremors through his world. you were his entire foundation, a stabilizing rock against all the raging shakes and storms. but you weren’t his anymore.

without you, he lost the feeling of feeling. black and white darkening his world into nothingness.

[parkersharthook]

Wired Autocomplete Interview

(Sebastian Stan x female!reader)

Warnings: fluff, idk what this is really

1.4k+ words

“Hi my name is Sebastian stan.”

“and I’m y/n y/l/n”

“and we’re here to do the Wired Autocomplete Interview” You smiled at the man next to you before jabbing your finger at the camera.

“celebrity couple edition!”

A hand from off screen handed you the card. You flipped it over and studied it for a second, “okay this one is for you. How should we do this?”

“you hold and I’ll peel?” Sebastian offered as you adjusted the card in your hands.

“Sounds great.” Sebastian smiled softly at you as he reached for the small slip of paper covering the search. “Okay… ARE Sebastian stan.” He peeled it back gently.

“are Sebastian stan and mark Hamill related? Yes, he’s my father.” You snorted slightly as Sebastian threw the slip on the ground and moved to the next search. “are Sebastian stan and Chris Evans friends?”

You let out an actual cackle, “you even have to ask that? When they’re together, I’m the third wheel.”

Sebastian laughed and shook his head fondly, “yes we’re very good friends. Are Sebastian stan and y/n still dating?” He twiddled the piece of paper around his finger slightly, “technically no.”

You held out your hand, fingers pointed downward as you showed off your engagement ring. “not since he put a ring on it.” Sebastian copied your action, the paper wrapped around his left ring finger.

You giggled as the two of you pulled your hands back and you were handed another card. “What is Sebastian Stan…”

“What is Sebastian Stan’s real name?” Sebastian looked down the center of camera, “Sebastian Stan.” You snorted at him.

“What is Sebastian Stan’s favorite food?” He looked to you, “do you know what this is?”

“I now you really like peanut butter.”

“That is true.” He thought for a moment, his hand coming up to run through his hair. You watched as his bicep bulged slightly and you couldn’t help but bite your lip softly. “yeah I would have to say it’s peanut butter. Okay next one.”

“What is Sebastian Stan’s snapchat?” You cocked your head and looked over to Sebastian, “yeah what is your snapchat.”

“Don’t have one.” He tossed the slip of paper behind him, “I’m not twelve. What is Sebastian Stan’s Instagram.”

“Iamsebastianstan. What is Sebastian Stan’s twitter?” he hung his head slightly with a sigh, “don’t have one. Twitter scares me.”

“he’s basically a grandpa.” He huffed and pushed you slightly causing you to laugh.

“alright you’re turn.” Sebastian said giddily as he was handed a thick card. “Are y/n y/l/n and Elizabeth Olsen friends?”

“Yes she is great friend of mine, we’ve been friends for years. She’s actually how I met Sebastian.”

You peeled back another slip of paper. “Are y/n y/l/n and Anthony Mackie friends?” You groaned slightly and looked at the camera, “unfortunately.” Sebastian laughed causing you to smile, “I’m just kidding. He is also a good friend of mine.”

Sebastian looked down at the card, “okay last one. Are y/n y/l/n and Emily Blunt friends?”

“Why is everyone so concerned with who I’m friends with? But unfortunately I don’t think I have the ability to call me and Emily Blunt friends. I’ve met her a few times and she is a really wonderful person, one of the sweetest people ever. But I’m not sure if she would consider me a friend.”

“Alright next one, what is y/n y/l/n? What is y/n y/l/n’s real name?”

“y/n y/l/n. Next one!”

“What is y/n y/l/n known for.”

“I’m usually recognized for playing Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat in the MCU. Or my role in Game Of Thrones.” You threw the slip on the ground and reached to peel back the next one, “What is y/n y/l/n like in real life?” You looked over to Sebastian with pursed lips, “I guess you should answer this.”

He laughed slightly and smiled, “Y/n is wonderful. She is the sweetest, most beautiful girl you could ever meet.”

You awed softly as you leaned against, wrapping and arm around his middle to hug him quickly. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you backed up, “that was super sweet thank you.” You adjusted yourself before looking back at him, “remind me to pay you for saying that later.”

“What is y/n y/l/n’s Instagram?”

“it’s just y/n y/l/n. No spaces, nothing.”

“What is y/n y/l/n doing now?”

You smiled at the camera, gesturing to the scenery. “This wired autocomplete interview.”

“that’s such a creepy question.” Sebastian said through laughter, “what were they hoping for by searching that?”

You laughed loudly, “well I can tell y’all that typically it’s me in my pajamas eating.” Sebastian nodded as he threw the card behind him.

He clapped his hands loudly, “next one!”

You shook your head fondly as you accepted another one about Sebastian, “is Sebastian Stan…”

“Is Sebastian Stan married?”

“not yet.” Sebastian quickly peeled off the next one, “rapid fire time.”

“Is Sebastian Stan in game of thrones?”

“nope, not that fortunate unlike someone in the room.”

“Is Sebastian Stan single?” You quirked your brow at him, “Well depending on how he answers this question…”

Sebastian chuckled and lightly rubbed the back of his neck, “Nope.”

“Is Sebastian Stan in endgame?” You pursed your lips in question and looked to your fiancé, “can we answer that?”

Sebastian looked to the ceiling in thought, “ummm….? I’m gonna say I can’t answer that just to be safe because I have no idea when this interview will be uploaded.

“Alright last one, is Sebastian Stan in the Martian?”

“I am.” You tossed the card behind you as Sebastian took the last one.

“Okay this is the last one about y/n. Who is y/n y/l/n?”

You cringed slightly, “ummm this? I don’t know that’s a very deep question.”

Sebastian stroked in chin in exaggerated thought, “yes let’s dive deep into who you are.” You rolled your eyes at him and gestured for him to move on, “Is y/n y/l/n nice?”

You looked dead into the camera and popped your p, “nope.”

“Is y/n y/l/n a twin?”

“No.” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “that’s funny that this came up actually because a lot of people ask me that. Maybe there’s someone out there who looks like me? I don’t know.”

“Is y/n y/l/n Canadian?”

“nope. Born and raised in Florida, that’s sweet that they thought I was Canadian though.”

“Is y/n y/l/n a natural y/h/c?”

“I am but due to the lots of hair dying due to my film roles, I usually will dye my hair back to this color so the transition is less obvious. So I guess there are times when this color is exaggerated but right now I’m all natural sooo.”

Sebastian groaned quietly as he was handed another card, “how many of these are there? Ooh this one is about the both of us.”

“Are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n dating?”

“yes.”

“Are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n happy?”

“aww how nice of them to ask. I’m happy.” You looked over to Sebastian, “are you happy?”

“very.” He leaned over to press a light kiss to your lips. “Are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n wedding?”

“are we wedding?” You laughed slightly, “uhhh yes eventually we will be wedding.”

“what are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n’s daughters’ names?”

Sebastian gave a curious glance to the card and then at you, “since when have we had daughters?”

You laid a hand on his knee softly, “I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You both started laughing as Sebastian shook his head.

“very funny.”

Your eyes widened as you accepted another card, “Another one? Okay let’s go fast. How old is Sebastian stan and y/n?”

“That’s bad grammar.”

You pointed into the camera, “and rude to ask a person’s age. What is the age difference between Sebastian stan and y/n?”

“not important.”

“what is going on with Sebastian stan and y/n?”

Sebastian huffed, “what is going on with us?”

You looked into the camera and shrugged, “if only we knew.”

Sebastian took the last card, “okay last one. How old are Sebastian and y/n?”

“Not important.”

“how many years apart are Sebastian and y/n?”

“not important.”

“how tall are Sebastian and y/n?”

“wow that is also just not important. He’s taller than me though, obviously.”

Sebastian tossed the card, “that’s it.”

“that’s it? We’re done. Awesome! Well thank you to everyone who googled stuff and may I recommend going outside once and a while?” Sebastian just laughed at you as the video ended.

[endof-theline]

Day 1 - Early Tropetember: Strangers To Lovers

Okay so I got super excited about Tropetember and forgot how months work, but I already started it sooo here we go! 

Also I’ve not written anything serious in 2 years so please forgive me if it’s a bit rough, hyperfixations are a bitch!

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32301262

"I can't stand this anymore" Clint groaned as he watched Tony stare at Steve's back while he was cooking breakfast for the team "They have been doing this shit for months"

'This shit' was Steve and Tony tiptoeing around each other constantly since the New York battle that brought them together, the pair barely spoke to each other but were always looking at each other like they hung the stars. At first it was funny and the other Avengers all took bets when they would start dating, but pretty quickly it turned to almost annoying when the pair outlasted the bets and were still almost strangers despite seeming head over heels for each other.

"It's not like we can force them together, Clint" Bruce hissed through his teeth, worried about Tony hearing them even though Tony had tuned everyone out except for Steve's soft humming.

"I mean-" Clint went to suggest but cut himself off when Steve turned around with two plates in his hands, giving the first to Tony before handing the others theirs "Thanks Cap, looks great!"

A chorus of thank yous went around the table as Steve grinned before chuckling "It's no problem, it's nice to relearn this stuff, food tastes better now" 

Despite coming from a time where most food was boiled to hell and back, Steve was becoming a good cook and he tried to cook at least once per day if not twice when it was possible for him to do it. Without knowing it, Steve cooking was the only thing that kept Tony from starving in his workshop since as soon as Tony found out Steve cooks for the team he had been coming up for any meals that Steve had made. 

Natasha tried not to notice as Steve's eyes constantly flicked to Tony as they were eating, always making sure that the resident genius was enjoying the food he cooked, but failed as she held back a sigh and the temptation to knock their heads together.

"So Cap, now that we aren't in any immediate danger, do you think you'll start trying to date around?" Clint asked with a grin, Bruce just shut his eyes with a frown while Natasha, not for the first time, wondered how Clint ever became a spy.

Steve stammered for a second, eyes darting to Tony before darting away when he saw Tony staring at him "C-Can't say that I've thought about it, I-I mean it's not like I need to. I'm not as lonely living here, and I don't think I'd want to date a civilian or anyone from SHIELD either" Steve was completely red in the face as he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes down awkwardly before looking back up to his team with a nervous smile.

"I get SHIELD, but why not civilian?" Clint asked curiously and smiled innocently when Steve gave him a weird look, Steve cocked an eyebrow but when nothing came of it he sighed.

"Well, for one it would be difficult to explain my job" He laughed as the others all chuckled in agreement "And I don't know, I worry that if it's someone that's not, y'know, like us I might hurt them by accident. I mean, I'm not sure how aware I am of my strength and I wouldn't want to do something to someone who could really get hurt. I patted Tony's shoulder in the suit and almost pushed him over the other week!"

"You didn't hurt me though" Tony piped up for the first time this morning, he was usually pretty quiet in the mornings until he had really woken up but since Steve started making breakfast Tony would stay silent and stare instead.

"But I could have, if you were out the suit then I could really hurt you" Steve stressed as Tony sat up straight and looked the other dead in the eyes.

"Since I'm the closest to a civilian that we've got, I'm excluding Bruce because of the other guy, why don't you practice with me? Just like friendly gestures and stuff so I can tell you if you need to be more careful" Tony suggested as the room went silent, Tony held his chin up slightly even as the tips of his ears started tinting pink "That why you can date a civilian without worrying"

"Y-Yeah alright then" Steve sounded almost a little breathless as he agreed, Tony just gave him a firm nod before loading his empty plate into the dishwasher and leaving the room. Steve, who had been staring fondly at Tony the whole time, shook his head a little and went back to his breakfast as the other three stared at each other in shock at how clueless they both were. 

“Why don’t you practice with me?” Clint mocked in a whiny tone, that was apparently meant to be Tony’s voice, as he let himself into Tony’s workshop and flopped down onto the sofa that was usually Tony’s nap couch “Come on, Tony”

“Shut up, Clint” Tony muttered despite his face going red and his blush only got worse when Clint started to laugh at him “I just want to help, Steve should be able to date anyone he wants to”

“Like you?” Clint teased and got up when Tony’s shoulders hunched slightly “You know I’m only joking, Tony, besides the whole team knows that you have a crush on our fearless leader but he’s oblivious because of the huge crush he has on you”

“Don’t. Don’t say that” Tony’s voice was hard as Clint could see himself building up his walls, Clint put his hand on Tony’s and gently pushed it so he would let go of the screwdriver he was holding with a steel grip “Clint-”

“Nope, you don’t get to block me out and be all sad down here” Clint refused to let the genius talk, Tony getting frustrated easily as Clint kept interrupting him everytime he went to speak because the archer knew it was going to be self-deprecating. Tony sighed in defeat as he let go of the screwdriver and sat back in his chair, eyes going up to Clint that held so much uncertainty there that Clint immediately laced their fingers together and squeezed his hand “I wouldn’t get your hopes up like that for a joke, I’m an asshole but I’m not cruel”

“You’re not an asshole” Tony murmured as he squeezed Clint’s hand back and smiled up to him softly, his eyes drifted away nervously before flicking back to Clint’s face “I want to see if this practice thing works, if it doesn’t maybe I’ll talk to him”

“I can agree to that, just remember that boys show their affection by hitting and pulling pigtails” Clint teased and yelped when Tony took a swing at him, his hand going to his chest with a smile on his face “Aw Tones, I didn’t know you felt like that” Clint cooed at him before screaming as Tony threw the screwdriver at him, running out of the workshop before more things could be hurled his way.

Tony flopped back into his chair and rubbed his hands over his face with a groan, smudging oil and grease everywhere. Pepper was right, of course she was, Pepper was always right. Tony was hopeless when he actually liked someone and didn’t just want to take them to bed, he always got the same way of heart eyes and stupid smiles and getting shy about it.

When he was trying to flirt with Pepper, it had been the same way and it was just lucky that Pepper knew him so well to understand why his attitude changed around her. Steve was practically a stranger living in his home, the second Tony had seen him fighting with Loki in Germany he had to focus on anything else than the way Steve matched his height in the suit.

“Fuck” Tony groaned out into the empty room, feeling his heart race as he thought about Steve even being close to him let alone putting a hand on him. Out of the suit, Tony was shorter than average and you wouldn’t even be able to tell unless you caught him without shoes, which was rare, since he had lifts in all of his shoes. Steve would tower over him and just the thought of Tony having to go up onto his tiptoes as Steve had to lean down to meet each other's eyeline was enough to make him blush.

Oh he was so screwed, though little did Tony know that Natasha and Steve were having a very similar talk in the kitchen. Steve’s face a matching shade of pink to Tony’s and a rather smug look on Natasha’s face that probably would have matched Clint’s if Tony had chased him out.

The next week was torture for everyone that had to witness it. Steve had taken the excuse of practice and run a marathon with it, he was using every opportunity to touch Tony in some way which, naturally, just made Tony smile as the butterflies in his chest doubled. The rest of the team could only despair as they watched the pair falling for each other harder and harder everyday, they were close to locking them in the gym and not letting them out until they kissed.

Which, being the one brain-celled team that they were, happened at the end of week two. Tony had almost swallowed his tongue when Steve had patted his shoulder, his hand slipping a little closer to his neck and gently squeezing before walking away. It was past cute and getting past plain stupid as the pair danced around each other. So they did what any normal friends would do and locked them in the gym together, telling JARVIS to keep the door locked until they had talked it out.

“Natasha!” Steve shouted as he pounded on the door again, Tony just sat on the bench with his head in his hands “Natasha!”

“Stop Steve, they’re not gonna open it until we talk” Tony sighed and looked over when the bench dipped beside him, Steve flopping down next to him with a huff and scrubbing his face with his hands. He pulled his hands away and scrunched his nose up in disgust before grabbing the hem of his shirt and using it to wipe at his face, getting rid of the slight sheen of sweat from his workout that he had been in the middle of when Tony had been pushed into the gym.

Tony’s face went bright red as he caught himself staring at Steve’s abs, his eyes darting to Steve’s face to make sure he hadn’t been caught by the other man who had shut his eyes as he dropped his shirt.

“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, Tony” Steve said as he frowned up at the ceiling, eyes still closed so he couldn’t see Tony’s own frown and confused look “I know I shouldn’t have kept doing it when I realised you were uncomfortable, but-”

“What are you talking about?” Tony interrupted and Steve looked over so that they were just frowning at each other, Steve shifted to sit up properly and now that they were sitting next to each other it was clear to see their height difference without Tony’s lifts.

“The ‘practicing’” Steve said with air quotes that made Tony’s lip twitch into a small smile “You always go red and avoid looking at me, you’re obviously uncomfortable with me touching you even if I’m not hurting you”

“Okay that is completely wrong to start off with” Tony held up his hand before Steve could make himself feel even worse because it was pretty clear by his face and what he said that Steve was feeling pretty guilty about something that the blonde had made up “You definitely don’t make me uncomfortable and you also haven’t hurt me before you start worrying about that too”

“Then why do you always look awkward when I’m around, you go all quiet whenever I walk into the room?” Steve asked, still sounding insecure about the answer as his shoulders hunched over a little. Sat like this, Tony could picture Steve before the serum as girls blatantly regretted him like Howard had told him had happened in a drunken drawl on a night where his father was sad instead of angry.

“It’s, uh, really the opposite situation actually. You, uh, I mean-” Tony stammered for a moment before letting out the breath he was accidentally holding “I may have a small, well not really small, crush on you. I, um, I really like you Steve”

Tony kept his head down as the blush burned his face, his ears going red as he stared at his lap nervously, he startled when his chin was tilted up gently with the back of Steve’s hand under his chin so that he was looking up to Steve’s soft, almost fond, smile.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that” Steve whispered into the space between them, he bent down and gently rested his forehead against Tony’s with a smile that almost looked like it hurt “I really like you too, have done for a long time”

Tony smiled bashfully, his eyes darting away before going back up to Steve’s face, only to see that it was somehow a fonder look in his eyes and a knowing smile as he realised why Tony acted the way he did “Pepper says I’m hopeless when I like people, says that I change completely”

“Pepper’s right, but it’s nice, it’s like I get to see a side of you that no one else gets to see” Steve hummed softly which just made Tony blush harder as Steve cupped Tony’s cheek with a question in his eyes, Tony nodded against his forehead with a soft gasp “You sure, ‘cause I don’t think I want to let you go?”

“M’sure, I don’t want you to let go” Tony whispered, still feeling breathless as he stared up into Steve’s crystal blue eyes. Tony’s hand shot out to hold Steve’s wrist when the latter pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and careful and amazing, Tony couldn’t help the soft noise that escaped him as he leaned into the kiss and deepened it like he was dying. It had been a long time since anyone had kissed Tony with such care and fondness, used to the fast, hungry kisses from hookups and harsh touches compared to Steve’s soft hands cradling his face.

Outside the room, the rest of the team were celebrating despite the fact that they knew the pair were going to be disgustingly cute and fluffy with each other all the time, but at least now there wasn’t the sadness and pining going along with it. JARVIS unlocked the door silently and sent an automatic message to Pepper in their own celebration, it was something Pepper and Tony had set up after drinking far too much wine while Tony had been moping around about Steve and had thought today would never happen. 

Today was a day to celebrate, even if tomorrow most of the team would regret it with how overly fluffy the pair were together, today was a long time coming and, hopefully, the two would stand the test of time to come.

[yourpakichic]

Episode 9 Thoughts

⁃ Serkan is so sad about the situation. He literally basically ended Kaan but there is not an inch of happiness in him. Because how can he be happy when things with Eda are like that. ⁃ Engin is such an amazing friend. Everyone deserves an Engin. Someone who wholeheartedly supports you. But also calls you on your crap. And keeps you straight. ⁃ Serkan’s love language: take the project back that your girl suggested so that she can have a job and stay close and work with you. ⁃ The fact that my girl Melo is out here suffering/blaming herself after what Kaan did, he deserves to suffer for breaking my happy/bubbly Melo. ⁃ Seyfi and Sirius are the captains of EdSer ship. ⁃ Serkan still able to work his magic on Melo. Lol, Melo really did try to play tough with him but after all, he is her eniste. That was probably one of the cutest scene of the whole episode. ⁃ Say what you want, Selin is sooooo pretty! I mean I might not like her character but the actress is so beautiful! That green outfit, the hair, and makeup......just looked sooo beautiful on her! ⁃ That handcuff scene was everything! Exactly like the first time, in fact better. I loved the role reversal, their tension, both of them holding their grounds! ⁃ Her getting out of the car first to show him, SHE’S IN CONTROL. “I missed this.” Who is this man?!? Old Serkan could never! ⁃ Their little back and forth about the handcuffs was EVERYTHING! I love how witty Serkan’s replies were and Eda losing it and going ballistic while he stood there with smile!!!! ⁃ Them acting all domestic and looking after each other even when they are in the middle of a fight, can they get any cuter? ⁃ He made her smile. Gosh even I want him to forgive him for his behavior with his little shenanigans. ⁃ She pepper sprayed him! Lol dead at that scene 💀 💀 💀 ⁃ He is such a drama queen! I never thought we would see such a side of Serkan when I first saw him in the first episode. Funny, playful, playing innocent. Didn’t think those sides would even exist. ⁃ They are so awkward in intimate situations, it’s so funny! Like the whole sharing the bed scene was absolutely hilarious! They are such a married couple already! ⁃ The way he softly lays his head back to watch her sleep only for her to open her eyes and him pretending to look around to only go back to watching her fall asleep. And for them to both fall asleep again within each other’s comfort and embrace. ⁃ THEY GOT CAUGHT SLEEPING! I laughed so hard at this scene, the way Serkan was left to defend himself! ⁃ Girls night vs. Boys night! The way each of the characters thoughts were paired, such a creative way of showing their personalities and ideologies! ⁃ Serkan and Aydan scene was so heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. The fact that he’s there for her as her support and also encouraging them to talk about his brother, which obviously is a huge trauma for the family. He has come so far in this short time, I’m excited to see just how much emotion and vulnerability Serkan will be able to show in the future. ⁃ Engin, we caught you slipping sir. ⁃ Yea saying goodbye is not really a thing for them. But I’m so glad the Eda straight up told him. Serkan really doesn’t understand how to apologize because no one ever seemed to have made him do it. People probably accepted the gestures in replacement of an apology to that’s what he’s used to and he probably thought that would work on Eda. But for Eda, it’s always the basic, simple things. And you can see the realization in his eyes about what wanted from the beginning as she tells him. So while it unfortunate that she had to spell it out for him, absolutely necessary as well! ⁃ Pyril and Ceren eating together at Engin’s place, what a plot twist! ⁃ What an appropriate and sweet way to apologize, not bad Serkan! ⁃ That final scene. Their promises. Their smiles. Talks about being professional (as if they ever were or can be, I don’t even think they know how to be when it comes to each other). Serkan getting choked up at the count of days. The sadness/hopelessness in their eyes as they talk about the ending of the contract. Her becoming an architect at the firm. The fact that he has been carrying that ring with him all this time to put it back on her finger at any point and the fact he got so close to her. Everything made my heart burst with happiness and confetti! What a simple but beautiful and Eda/Serkan style reunion after everything!

Overall:I felt like this episode while had beautiful scenes between the characters, it kind of felt like a filler episode, which I didn’t mind but at times, it lagged. It was kind of like filling in the gaps before the big action/storyline unfolds! I think my favorite thing in this episode was Serkan’s character growth or understanding of Eda. Obviously Serkan’s got a lot of issues with emotionally being available and trusting people, but the man has clear reasons considering his family dynamic and trauma. But we see him being experience multiple emotions which was exciting to see. I’m excited to see what comes next! In my opinion, I don’t think Ferit and Selin will go through their marriage but there will definitely be a defining moment for Eda/Serkan during the wedding prep/event.

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Transcript of 1 Man 100 Accents

I took far too long to do this, but.... it’s done now so I may as well post it. This will help me remember my fave video when it’s deleted :) 

Mark: Argentina. Ethan: Argentina. Capital of the world. When you think of Argentina you think,,,, whO WOULD GO THERE?? *giggling* Mark: I was more lookin for an accent,, more than anything,, Ethan: OH, accent, accent. Mkay, re-run. *twirls finger in air* Mark: Austria. Ethan: Austria.        Ehy mayte-  whlcum tu Aughstria - Mark: Oh god… Ethan: wAIGHT for it though,,, Mark: *laughter* Ethan: Waight until I tell yew,, the country of Aughstria,, k?? We were invited by Gehrmay dyuring the world War Twooooo,,, one??? *laughter* Then Poulanghd said “hay,, how bout we help yu out!” They came oughva, we came oughva, we had a cuppa tea as we do In Austria,,, We said “oY, Germany, mAYBE,, dONT!” N that’s when it oll ‘appened. They kicked out, and I said, “Naw, naw naw, not in the northern hemisphere, gough down to the buttom, the buttom bitch o’ the barrel.” So we went and said hello to the Australians! Commonly miscommunicated with the Austrians. BUT,, we’re not them, they’re not us.         BAck in Austria we go! Roight next to,,, GERMANY, roight next tu Pouland, r- rOIGHT next to France. Mark: Wh- what are you talking about?? *laughter* All  Iwas asking for was an accent you,,, goddamn travesty,,, you human train wreck, you cant keep one train of thought- Ethan: *waggles finger* Next one, next one- Mark: Uhhh, paupa new Guinea Ethan: *looks down* Pff-  couldn’t even tell you where that is- Mark: H- It’s funny cuz I don’t need you to-  

*laughter*

Ethan: Paupa New guinea, I think, sounds-- when I think of it-- I go “PapWAH new guinea”-  which makes me think that they might be Frennnnch…      mghh,,,     HEGLLUOGHHH-  

*both burst out laughing*

Ethan: Weglcome to Paupa New guinea. *laughter* Same as Austria---  We hagve a very similar accents to Austria!!       Wglhcoooome-  t0--  

*laughter*

Ethan: Give me one,, that really hits home- Mark: uhhh, Cuba? Ethan: Cyooba. Mark: *w h e e z e* Ethan: Capital of the cigahr- Mark: *w h e  e z e*

*laughter*

Ethan: When yu think of Cyooba,,

*L A U GH T E R*  

Ethan: When yu think of Cyooba, yu think,,, pghyooo, phyooogh, pghgoo, egl caystro, and his ssssensitive,,,, ssss,, sssIGNATURE mustache- Mark: *losing his shit* Ethan:  Yu tink of the way that he burned the money, to keep his daughter warm at night-

*demonic noises*

He was makin 3, 4, 5, 6, MILLION DOLLARS A dAY,,, selling cohcaine,, in the united states of america!!  Now, when you think, “hey, that’s not vehry cüül,” that’s when we had to embargainze them. Mark: *wheeze* Ethan: We said, “Ey Cyooba!! Back it off a little bit!! We can’t come near you, you can’t come near me, dat’s why we can’t have a shweet shweet smohky pohky,,,, anymore-”  but now- the embargus has been lifted- an’ we can go back to motherland Cyooba- and get our sweet, h o t cigars.  Widen our mouths- and we’ll go- *sucks invisibe cigar*    *coughs*  and that’s ‘ow you know-   it’s a true hghuu---  human cigar.

*laughter*

Mark: I--  I don’t understand what happens in your brain-- *laughter* it doesn’t make any sense at all-- Ethan: Well it makes perfect sense to me :) Mark: Of course it does, course it does.. Ethan: * h a c k*  Next. Mark: ..Russia. Ethan:  …. Wghlcum to Russia. *laughter* Capital of s n o w,,, and bad weather. In here we have,, big radiation poison. It makes your big rats bigger, and your sack hang lower,,, and you-- *laughter* you can’t go anywhere near tha snow.  If tha snow touches you,, you go “ohh FACK-” and then yu ded. You can’t even hh- help yourself-  *laughter* noone can touch yu, noone can hug you- what kind of life is that? Not a life worth wiving. Ghgwhhhh-  *L A U G H T E R* Which is why in nineteen eighty siiiiiiixx?? When chernobl went “Imma,,,, gonna ‘splode now,,,”  people said “FACK.”  Did you know,,, that when you think,, I think… when I think about…. CHERNOBL!! 

*uncontrollable laughter* 

Ethan: My mind says, ‘world war two, world war one, north korea! WHO KNOWS Wh-WHEN IT HAPPENED!!! But it was so SOOON- --  when it happened,, if you do the math …  which i cAnT.. *laughing* You’ll realise it was 30….. yeearrsagooooo…  1986 is when it happened…  Quick, quick do the math for me *snaps fingers* how many years ago?? Mark: 33 Ethan: When it happened, when the whole world said, “We’re going to die. We’re going to die. The llll,, the radiation was swpt up by the wind, much like the fires of…. North california-  

*laughter*

Mark: Oh god… oh god-   Ethan: And they were swept- swept- swept- swept- swept- and they went up into the smoky air,, and they… okay,, picture this alright??? One time, you’re going to bed,, and you wake up and you go pee in the night… and you see BOOM BOOM BOOM all over the place… from one… place actually. Mark: *actually suffocating from laughter* Ethan: uh,,, only one explosion. *C O U GH* ighgh- it gets me choked up sometimes- aghibfuh- it went SUPER BIG, and the whole government said,, “don’ worry about it,,, you cant…. The radiator cant ‘splode! It’s impossible!” Well listen here,, PHUCKER. IT IS!! It happened 2… years.. before 35 years ago!!!  33 years ago it happened ! Swept up by the wind,, it,, Sweden said, “Oh, we can feel it,,” and so they said “okay, we have to get it under control” they put so much sand *laughing* o- on top of it- *dissolves into laughter* Mark: your Russian accent has slipped a little bit- Ethan: yu don know anything-- Mark: *bursts out laughing* Ethan: They put some sand on top some dogs died some kids died and they tried to evacuate the WHOLE area but it was too late for them they said “ohhh yu can survive-” but now people go back,,, to BULLETS,,  *pause* Sooo,, it’s still bad there. *Mark bursts out laughing* Mark: good god, man, I’m just lookin for an accent.     You good? You good man? You good? Ethan: Wrap it up. Also Ethan: Next one. Mark: what?? Ethan: Ye, sure. Mark: Ughh, alright,, give me some Italy. Ethan: *scrunches his face up, preparing his accent,*  Alexa? Play when the moon hits your eye its a big piece of pie,, song,, Alexa: Here’s Spotify (starts playing That’s Amore) Ethan: *mumbling* fucking.. asshole… Alexa stop. Alexa: *continues playing* Ethan: *mumbling along with song* shit… *puts on baby hands, hits camera* ringalingaling, bitches fkn shit…     PAUSE!! PAUSE!! ALEXA!! PAUSEIT!! YOU STAY! You stay here ! shh! *blows kiss, gets up from table* you stay here! You don’t move a muscle! Stay! Stay. *walks away from camera, up the stairs* Mark: *to Spencer* Spenceyyy,,, you wouldn’t happen to know what happening here, would you?? Spencer: Mark: Spencer… your master has gone crazy! You need to run. Run away spencecr.. It’s not safe for you here… what the hell?? Alexa: *starts playing Lose Yourself as Ethan runs down the stairs with baby hands on* Ethan: *basically fucking turns into Eminem*  through this hole that is gaping…… *bursts out laughing* as we move farther, new world order.. *flailing arms around, knocks gum off counter* *further struggling*   Can,, can this be done?? 

Mark: *laughing in complete confusion*   Goodbye,, remember that we only have a year. Ethan: H-- *contorts face* how much time do we have left???  Ghhghg Mark: ah,, fuckin,,,  

 *timer*

[bang-tan-bitches]

Title: Need - 1 Word Count: 3.1k+ Rating: M Genre: fluff, smut, abo!universe, hybrid!bts Warnings: slightly possessive behavior, eventual smut Pairing: Namjoon x fem!Reader, Yoongi x fem!Reader, Hoseok x fem!Reader Summary: Sometimes you find your mate, and sometimes you find three. Life is funny that way.  Written by: Admin A

Part One - Part Two - Part Three(end)

It was an accident.

Well, maybe not entirely an accident.

But when you walked into the BigHit Studio, head full and worrying about securing the coveted internship with one of the fastest growing companies in the industry, you thought the least of your worries would be alpha related. In fact, you were certain you wouldn't even see an alpha. So when an irresistible scent catches your attention over the smells of slightly burnt coffee and other nervous interns, you find yourself following it without a second thought.

A few twists and turns later and you were starting to realize just how far you’d strayed from the more public areas of the studio. The coffee back here even smelled fresh. And the other interns you had come in with for an interview were nowhere in sight. Or smell.  You hesitate, one foot raised and ready to follow your senses, but social construct, - and the thought of the police getting called- keeps you in place. You should go back, part of you insists, and you’re almost inclined to agree. But then you inhale again and close your eyes against the onslaught of sensations that flood you. wantneedalphapleaseMINE, and just like that you knew there was no way you were turning back now.

A little further and you find yourself surrounded by closed doors. You hear squeaks and other loud sounds over the music coming from behind a door at the far end of the hall. You lick your lips, the scent was heavier here, permeating the air. It settles around you and you lick your lips again, unconsciously trying to taste it. A dull thud followed by a soft “oof” reaches you through the closed door. You can still turn back, the voice - probably your conscious - says. You hear a rumble of laughter and voices, and you respond, not on our life.

Mother had always said your cat like curiosity would get you in trouble and at the time you didn't believe her. But as you open the door to the, apparently private, BTS dance studio only to be caught in the gaze of not one, or two, but three alphas, you realize she was right.

You were in trouble.

-0-0-0-

“Do you think she's okay?”

“Who is she?”

“This is a visitors’ badge; how did she end up over here?”

“Wait, I think she's coming around.”

Their voices bring you back slowly, then all at once as the memory of what just happened plays out on the backs of your eyelids. You groan and throw an arm over your closed eyes in embarrassment. You fainted.

You! Of all people! Swooning over some alphas.

It was probably the scent overload and shock when you realized they were all yours. Your mind helpfully supplies, almost sounding cheerful. Wait, what?

You inhale deeply. Yes, that alpha was yours, and that one, and…you inhale again, and that one. You groan, again.

“You alright there, baby?” One of them leans over you and you struggle to keep your eyes closed. He smelled like a- like a- your mind tripped over itself, because how can a person smell like the first frost? Cool and anticipatory and like a hint of fresh brewed coffee carried through chilly air.

Two fingers press against the pulse in your neck and brush the underside of your scent gland, this time you can't hold back a moan and your body arches slightly. This alpha was old books, ink,  and…slightly melted vanilla ice cream on a warm day and hot cinnamon all rolled into one. “I'm almost positive she’s awake.” The fingers run up your neck and cup your cheek, you push into his soft palm.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” Your last alpha says, voice soft but commanding all the same.

You hold out for a second, even as the omega in you wants to obey immediately. You take one more deep breath, wanting to sear them into your memory. The last one reminds you of the meadow behind your house on a summer day- flowers and open fields and hot sun on your skin but also something more and- and- “Why do you smell like citrus?”

Your eyes open and the question is out of your mouth before you can stop it. The man directly above you pulls back slightly and the other two laugh from just beyond your field of vision. There is a hand on your thigh and you can feel his fingers through the fabric of your jeans. They tighten slightly before relaxing.

“It's probably that Sprite he drinks all the time.” The man whose hand is on your thigh answers as he runs his fingers up and down your leg.

You bite your lip at the sensation and feel your body starting to relax when it hits you:

You're in a room, or studio, or whatever, with three alphas you don't know. Alone. And your body very much wants you to get to know them. Intimately.

You struggle to sit up and large warm hands push gently against your back, helping you sit. “Oh,” the word escapes you, soft and breathy. This is probably why you really fainted, the alphas, your alphas, are three of the most famous men in the world.

Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, and Min Yoongi.

“Oh, fuck.” You close your eyes, “This is a dream, this is a dream. Any second I'll wake up and find out I'm still at home.”

Soft fingers brush against your cheek then against the corners of your eyes. “Is this a good dream then, or a nightmare?”

“More of a fantasy really.” You reply, eyes still closed. The three men laugh and Yoongi squeezes your thigh again. You sigh softly, opening your eyes, his cool touch a convincing reason to believe you're awake. “Right, well, this is awkward,” you open your eyes, planning to introduce yourself when you see your badge hanging from Hoseok’s long fingers, making introductions pointless. “Right, um, well, thank you all for uh, making sure I wasn't injured. But I- I should probably get going.”

You try to stand and three sets of hands hold you in place.  You moan involuntary and press your thighs together. This is really getting ridiculous.

“Whoa there,” Namjoon says from behind you, “you hit your head when you fell. I think we'd better take you to one of the medics.”

Before you have time to blink, you're in his arms and pressed against his chest. Your arms automatically wrap around his neck, trying to stabilize yourself. “Whoa! Dear god you're tall.”

He chuckles and you can feel the rumble in his chest through your cheek. You rub against him, inhaling deeply. His shirt is slightly damp, and, normally, this isn't a thing for you, but right now all you can think about his how easily you fit in his arms and how his scent is sooo much stronger here where his shirt clings to his chest and how wonderful it is that you can faintly smell the other two on him as well. You sigh, suddenly sleepy, I'll just close my eyes for a few seconds….

-0-0-0-

This time when you come to, you're alone and in a bed. Next to your head, you hear a steady beeping. Further away, but still clearly, you hear voices.

“Admittedly, it's unexpected, but not entirely outside the realm of possibility.” a voice you don't recognize says.

“But, Mark, all three of us? Isn't that a little unusual?” Hoseok asks a question you should have been worried about before now.

You can hear the hesitation in the other man’s - Mark? Mark Tuan? - voice, “Yes, but, considering what the three of you are, it's possibly biological. You've already…collected each other. Maybe she's just another addition.”

“We don't- you can't hoard people Mark.” Namjoon says, his voice tight.

“Okay, fine, how's this: you're alphas, she's obviously an omega. You do the math. It's not like omegas are a dime a dozen. Most have two alphas.”

“But three?” This was Hoseok again, and you couldn't help but wince in sympathy. This was a bit of an odd situation. You weren't even sure what you would do with three alphas.

“Plus she's so delicate.” Yoongi says, “I'm not sure… how do we do anything? I feel like we're going to break her. She already fainted from just being near us.”

You heard a few murmured agreements. I'm sure we could think of a few things, images of you tangled up in your alphas flash graphically through your mind. You trap the desperate moan of desire that tries to escape from your throat in your mouth, biting your lip to keep yourself from letting it slip past your lips.

“Well, like I said before, given what you are….”

You might have held back the groan, but the heart rate monitor next to you gives you away as the beeping becomes more frantic.

They all rush into the room. Your alphas’ eyes are slightly wild as they scan the area. The protectiveness in their postures makes your heart race and the beeping becomes even more frantic. Your face grows hot, as does the rest of your body as they surround you. Their backs - such nice, toned, backs- are to you as they face out and try to scan every inch of the room for possible threats. Their reaction has you arching your back, just enough to raise your hips, as you chase after the slight friction the blanket around your waist offers.

It was embarrassing.

You didn't care.

“Omega! What's wrong? Are you okay? Where does it hurt?”

And just as suddenly, the heat and desire fade, replaced by overwhelming warmth that spreads through your chest at the way Yoongi calls you ‘Omega.’ Tears spring to your eyes and all four men surround you instantly.

The medic, Mark, reaches a hand out toward you and Hoseok growls, actually growls! at him before he can touch you. Slowly, he retracts his hand, watching Hoseok from the corner of his eye.

“It's okay, I just want to check her vitals.” He says, voice calm, even as the three alphas snarl at him. With their lips curled and teeth slightly too sharp to be normal, it’s almost enough to scare even you.

“What's happening? This- this isn't me!” You cry out, tears falling steadily now. Around you, the alphas seem to be warring with themselves unsure if they should be protecting you from Mark, or if he can help you.

“It's your hormones. They're a bit scrambled. They should settle down once you bond.” Mark explains kindly.

“B-bond?” Your voice is a bit shaky, “I'm supposed to bond with-” you stop and take a deep breath and the scents of your alphas mingling hits you like a punch in the gut. You take a shallower breath, trying to come back to yourself as you wipe at your face. “I've never heard of an omega going through this before bonding before.”

In fact, as far as you know, no bonded omega you've read about or talked to had mentioned anything like what you were feeling. The roller coaster of emotions on a sea of unbridled desire. It was almost enough to drive you mad. And to think just a bit ago I was worried about what I would wear for the- “How long have I been here? What happened?”

“A few hours,” Namjoon says from your right, he rests his large hand on your shoulder, his thumb stroking your neck, back and forth, back and forth, in a steady soothing motion. “You hit your head harder than we thought. You have a concussion.”

The heart monitor, which had slowed down to a steadier pace, jumps slightly at his touch, giving you away.  

On your left, Hoseok takes your hand, lacing his fingers with your own, “I'm sorry we didn't realize what happened.” He lifts your joined hands, flipping them so your wrist is bared, then places a kiss on the pulse point.

The monitor jumps again and your face heats, but you ignore it, hoping that if you don’t draw attention to it, they won’t notice. Hoseok and your other alphas obviously need you to reassure them right now.

“It's okay. It was an accident, none of us could have known I’d pass out.”

“Swoon, baby, you swooned at the sight of us.” Yoongi teases from his spot next to Namjoon, then runs a hand up your leg, dipping between them briefly to rub against your inner thigh.

The monitor spikes wildly and Yoongi grins.

“You did that on purpose!” You accuse, not really sounding at all angry and sounding more like you wanted to climb into his lap.

“Just testing something out.” He winks.

“While this is all very cute, you three really shouldn't get her worked up. Not until we're sure she's okay.” Mark says, eyebrow cocked and a grin on his lips.

“I'm okay.” You assure them and look away from everyone, focusing on your fingers as they pick nervously at the sheet. “I should probably get home.”

You say the words, knowing they were the right thing to say, but the thought of leaving them almost has you in tears again. You bite the inside of your cheek, hard. Stop that! Your reactions were ridiculous, omegas didn't have to stay with alphas. Especially if they weren't bonded, and it wasn't supposed to feel painful to leave.

“No!” Three voices cry out and they all tighten their grip on you, keeping you in place.

You avoid looking them and focus on Mark instead, waiting to see what he will say. “Emotions aside, I don't think you should leave. Not until we're sure the swelling from the concussion has gone. Until then, you'll have to be woken up every couple of hours if you fall asleep. Do you have someone at home that can do that?” His words are kind and his inquiry sincere. So, it wasn't really his fault that you couldn't control yourself. But as you burst into tears - again -, the alphas around you don’t seem to see it that way and turn as one on Mark.

“No, no! It's not him. I swear! I just, god this is annoying, I just wanted to answer him.” You use the sheet to dry your cheeks, reaching out for the alpha’s, your alphas, “I don't have anyone, it's just me.”

You can feel their pity. It practically permeates the air and settles on your skin, rubbing you the wrong way. You didn’t need their pity. And you didn’t need them. Your lip curls in a snarl, but the sheets are the only things on the receiving end of your wrath. “Look. It’s fine. I can take care of myself. It’s fine. I’ll figure it out. If I die, I die.”

Your final words are met with horrified silence and part of you feels a grim satisfaction that you’d finally shut them up. You try to swing your legs out from under the sheets, but Yoongi stops you. You glare at him for less than a second before lowering your gaze from his intense brown stare.

“You’re not going to die.”

You don’t respond, and the silence grows, and you can hear Mark shift from foot to foot over the steady beeping of the monitor.

“That settles it then, you're staying here.” Hoseok’s voice is loud in the quiet room, and he releases your hand to stand. You curl it into a fist, pretending you didn’t feel the pang of loss when he let you go. Namjoon and Yoongi release their hold on you too and you bite the inside of your cheek. “Mark, can she be moved?”

“It will be easier to check up on her here.”

Hoseok thinks it over then nods decisively, “I'll bring you some stuff to keep you occupied, jagi.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving.

“Yoongi and I will bring you a change of clothes and dinner.” Namjoon say and Yoongi nodding along in agreement. They both move and simultaneously press kisses to your cheeks, which heat under their attention.

“Be back soon, baby.” Yoongi whispers, his soft lips brushing against your cheeks. You shiver at the sensation.

Once they’re gone, Mark chuckles.

“What?” you narrow your eyes at him and pluck at the blankets more.

“You've only been here what, four, five hours? And they are already wrapped around your fingers.”  He shakes his head and presses the back of one cool hand to your forehead then checks the pulse at your wrist.

“They don't even know me. I don't know them.” You feel restless, and not in a good way. You try pressing your thighs together, but that doesn’t help. You want to run, but at the same time you were rooted to the spot. You wanted, no, needed to be with them. It was like you had found the missing piece of your circle. Sure, you could keep going without them, but now that you knew what it felt like to be complete… you didn’t want to. Now… now you felt slightly sick and lost and wanted to call out for them to come back to you.

“Hey, it's okay, they'll be back.” Mark tells you, voice soft and soothing as he places his hand on yours.

Instant, cool relief washes through you, and you feel like you can breathe again. You savor the moment, “How…?”

He smiles, “Beta. We have some calming properties in these situations.”

“Please, why do I feel like this? I only know one other omega and his bonding wasn't like this.

He sighs, “Its biology. I can't give you much of a better answer scientifically. I can speculate…” he trails off, and you nod for him to continue, “It's quite possible your hormones are reacting to finding all three of your potential alphas at once. It's quite the overload. Not to mention that those three aren't typical alphas.”

Your breath hitches and you wait for him to explain, but he shakes his head. “It's not my story to tell.”  

You nod. Even though you’re disappointed - you want to know - you’re glad he’s trustworthy. “What should I do?” You ask, voice breaking at the end.

“Well, I can't tell you what to do. I can tell you the emotional spikes will continue until you bond. There may be other side effects, but I can't be certain at this point.”

“So… so we have to bond. Soon.” You swallow thickly, unsure how you feel about it.

“I'm not saying you have to, you understand? It's still your choice. We can try suppressants and distance, if that's what you want.” He pauses, weighing his words, “But I'll tell you right now, I know those men and if you do bond with them, they'll treat you well.”

He rubs his thumb over your knuckles before letting go of your hand. All the emotions come rushing back and you aren’t sure if you want to laugh, cry, scream, or do all three while riding your alphas to completion, but whatever it was, you wanted it now.

“I have some things to check on, I'll be back later, okay? The guys will be back soon.”

You nod and he leaves you alone with your thoughts.

- pt 2 -

[onewaywardwitch]

Just A Typo (4/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Hacker!Reader

Summary: It was a simple challenge between a very competitive group of friends. A challenge that ended very differently than anticipated.

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 2172

A/N: Okay okay, I’m sooo sorry! I know this is super late but I’ve been studying trying to study for exams I have over the next two weeks. So I probably won’t get to post anymore of this series until after my exams, but hopefully I’ll have more regular updates from then on! Also, this is more of a filler chapter and an introduction to the relationships I’m hoping to develop further. But I promise it’ll get more interesting in the next part if you bear with me!

I stumbled up the stairs towards my apartment, my mind still hazy from the exciting and unpredictable events of the day. When Tony, as he insisted I called him, demanded I get a lift to my apartment instead of walking, I didn’t dare argue. He was adamant I got home safely, and I wasn’t going to turn down any excuse to get home to a bottle of wine quickly.

It took me a minute to open the door. I was beginning to get frustrated that the key wouldn’t turn, before I realised I had the wrong key in the lock. I grumbled to myself and finally managed to open the door with the right key this time.

Unfortunately, my plans to drink myself into next week vanished when I fell back after Becca launched her miniature frame at me.

“We were so worried! We came over to celebrate all over again, then that old hag Nora was blabbering on about how the great Captain America was in her apartments and we just knew something had happened. Oh god, did they threaten you? Torture you? Did you meet Black Widow?”

I had to pry Becca’s arms off me to make my way into my apartment. Angie was sitting at the table clutching another mug of green tea. When she saw me her eyes lit up and a smile slowly found it's way onto her face.

“Not going to lie, Y/N, we thought you were a goner,” she commented, hugging me as she made her way to the press behind me and took out a bottle of wine. Becca nodded furiously, clearly in agreement with Angie’s words while I gave her a grateful smile, taking the glass of red she was handing me.

Angie placed a hand on my shoulder and steered me towards the table. The three of us sat down and they both stared at me as I downed the contents of the glass, silently asking for a refill.

“Anytime you’re ready,” Becca said sarcastically, her caring demeanour dropped now that she saw I was actually still breathing.

I started at the beginning, telling them how I met Captain America and Sergeant Barnes while singing Bohemian Rhapsody. When they heard how the Tony Stark asked me to hack into his system and I demanded a pack of gummy bears, they couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Let me get this straight,” Becca grinned. “The Avengers basically kidnapped you and Tony Stark told you to redo the illegal thing that got you into that situation in the first place, and you told them to get you sweets?”

“Well when you put it like that it sounds ridiculous,” I retorted. “He didn’t ask about it, he just sent someone off to go get my food. He was definitely impressed with me.”

“How are you so sure about that?” Angie asked suspiciously, knowing there was something else I wasn’t telling them.

“Call me crazy, but I don’t think he would offer me a job if he didn’t think I was any good.”

Their reaction was immediate and exactly what I was hoping for. Angie nearly choked on her tea. Becca’s eyes were bulging out of her head and she unexpectedly whacked me on the arm.

“Hey!” I burst out, rubbing the now sore spot while glaring at my ‘friend’. “What was that for?”

“You should have led with that!” she exclaimed, Angie nodding furiously beside her.

“It was pretty sudden. I was hoping to just get off scot-free. A job offer was definitely not planned. But he liked what I did. And you’re now looking at the new security analyst of Stark Industries.”

The girls listened on in awe as I explained what happened after Tony came back into that interrogation room once he had offered me the job. I told them how he took me on a tour around the tower, informing me that he had already run a thorough background check on me before even entering the same room as me. He told me there was no one better to protect their systems than the only person who managed to beat it, and I couldn’t help but appreciate his logic behind that statement.

“One question,” Angie said once I had finished reciting my tale. “How did they find you?”

I laughed nervously and rubbed the back of my neck, refusing to meet either of their inquisitive eyes. I was hoping they wouldn’t ask that. It was one of the first things I brought up when Tony had showed me around the labs of the Tower, and I was horrified when he admitted I had made the smallest of typos when leaving their system. It wasn’t an uncommon mistake for people whose jobs or hobbies revolved around computers, but to have made that mistake when hacking into Stark Industries? That was embarrassing.

“It's pretty funny, actually.” I gave the pair a small smile, knowing that while Angie would get over it quickly, Becca would hold this over my head for as long as she possibly could. “My finger may have slipped when I was trying to stop them from finding my IP address and… and the smallest of typos may have been made.”

I scowled at the grin that stretched across Becca’s face.

“You? You made a typo? The great Y/N Y/L/N screwed up at the only thing she’s good at? This is the greatest day of my life! Sure, Hammer Industries isn’t as advanced as Stark’s, but at least I didn’t mess it up- hey!”

“Oops,” I shrugged as Becca ducked quickly, the book I threw at her narrowly missing her head.

Angie chuckled at our antics when Becca hurled the book back at me in retaliation.

~~~~~

The water was far hotter than I normally had it, but I needed it that way. There was something almost soothing about showering with water that nearly burned your skin off and left you red all over.

How ironic.

Angie and Becca took nearly two hours to leave. As much as I enjoyed their company, I was grateful when they finally decided to go home and leave me alone with my thoughts. I rested my head against the tiles of the shower wall that were in desperate need of replacing. My mind was racing, going a mile a minute, refusing to allow to me to hold to one thought for more than a few seconds. It had been a hectic day. I went from excited, to beyond petrified, then overwhelmed all within the space of a few hours.

Tony’s tour wasn’t all great. Sure, the labs and building itself were incredible, but I got an overall sense of disapproval from most of the people I met there. The regular staff were wary around me. It wasn’t like Tony ever showed people around the tower who weren’t, in some way, a danger. The Avengers themselves had varying reactions to my presence. From the Falcon’s judgemental stare, to Black Widow’s clear distaste for me already. Tony wasn’t impressed with their welcome in the slightest. But I understood why they acted as they did. I had breached their privacy, seen them in their most vulnerable state. I'm sure it's not something they were used to feeling.

There were only a few people I met who didn’t act as if I was threat. Dr Banner had returned to the lab after he had left the viewing room of where I was interrogated. He had greeted me with only slight apprehension, which I believe is just his reaction to meeting anyone new.

Steve, as he begged me to call him when I repeatedly called him the full title of Captain America, had given me a warm smile when Tony first took me out of the room I was first kept in. I knew he didn’t fully trust me, it would have been ridiculous if he had. But his friendly look gave me a bit more confidence to get through the rest of an already hectic day.

It was Sergeant Barnes response which left me most confused. He had come into the kitchen where Tony and I were discussing the responsibilities of my new job over a steaming mug of hot chocolate, a black coffee for Tony.

He froze when he noticed us sitting there. I gave him a friendly wave, hoping to make up for my earlier comment about magnets. It didn’t seem to work. Instead of getting whatever he came in for, he took a few steps backwards before leaving the room, nearly walking into the door frame with the speed he was walking with.

I shifted in my seat awkwardly, and Tony must have sensed my unease.

“Look, I wouldn’t worry too much about the rest of the team. They’re not exactly the most trusting bunch. You did scare us a bit, we’ve never had a hacking issue before. It’ll take them a while to get used to you, but they will.”

It was strange to see Tony Stark like this. The billionaire I was so used to seeing on the TV as he made comments on his own brilliance was a whole lot less egotistical than I had assumed. The actual Tony I met was still snarky and quick-witted, but not nearly as full of himself as I previously thought. He just seemed to appreciate anyone who could counter his brain in any possible way, and luckily for me, my knowledge of computers matched his own.

“How do you even know you can trust me?” I asked him, my eyes flickering back to the door where Barnes had quickly scurried away from me.

“You don’t exactly strike me as the ‘black market’ kind of hacker. And you’re a terrible liar,” he chuckled, constantly studying me for any signs that he was wrong.

Nodding at his words, we finished our drinks in a comfortable silence, before Tony gestured for me to follow him so we could finish the tour I was promised.

~~~~~

Bucky was an ex-assassin. He was an Avenger who used to be one of the scariest men alive. So why was some woman with a laptop making him feel like a teenage boy with a stupid crush?

It was ridiculous. He hadn’t even had a conversation with her. Yet, he told himself. He had never believed in love at first sight, and he still didn’t. He just happened to find this particular woman more interesting than most others he met.

He wondered what it was about Y/N Y/L/N. Her smile, perhaps? Or the way she still managed to crack jokes when faced with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes? Whatever it was, it was making Bucky feel incredibly uncomfortable.

He felt his ears go red when he thought about how he had run off from her in the kitchen. He wanted to greet her, tell her that he was glad to see that she hadn’t completely freaked out about her situation yet. Unfortunately, his feet seemed to work a lot faster than his mouth did, and he nearly crashed straight into the door frame.

She hadn’t laughed at him, though. He was grateful for that, but she probably though he was an idiot. He thought he was an idiot.

~~~~~

“I don’t trust her,” Nat stated once Tony sent Y/N back to her apartment with the promise of a job starting on Monday. The group were gathered in the briefing room again. Discussing Y/N. Again.

Nat’s comment had caused everyone to start speaking over each other, all of them trying to have their opinion of the new employee heard by the rest. Sam still harboured some ill-feelings towards her after being sent on a food run and was trying to convince Tony to rethink his decision. Tony was having none of it, but he was failing miserably at getting anyone to listen to him. That’s when Bucky stepped in.

“You might not like her, but Tony’s got a point.”

Everyone looked at Bucky in surprise, especially Tony. It wasn’t a secret that they didn’t have the best relationship. Tony hadn’t entirely forgiven Bucky for what had happened to his parents, and Bucky hadn’t forgiven himself either. Before anyone else could butt in, he continued.

“If someone with a laptop could hack into us pretty quick, how long would it take Hydra with all their equipment? If word of this gets out, we’ll be in trouble. We need her. Whether we like it or not.”

Not even Sam had a smart-ass remark lined up after Bucky’s little speech. He was a man of few words, so when he spoke for longer, people tended to listen. The team quickly realised that their argument was pointless. Tony was unwavering in his decision and Y/N had already won over Bucky as well. As everyone murmered their agreement, Tony gave Bucky a slight nod. Barely noticeable, but Bucky had seen it. It was by no means a sign of forgiveness on either side, but it was a start.

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[hoe4parker]

I wish u would write a fic where peter is trans and he can’t cum, like either bc of the spider bite or some other reason he isn’t ever able to finish. He gets really frustrated and when Tony finds out somehow he offers to help and gets Peter off and decides he never want to do anything else except play with his boys little dick and wet holes 🙈

I decided to make him not be able to cum bc ppl with vaginas rarely get to cum bc life is ass sooo (also, if I use any verbiage that isn’t accurate or upsets anyone IM SO SORRY!!! I’m not a trans person myself and am trying my best here) also Peter is 19 bc I’m 19 and I felt like it (also Peter’s had top surgery already)

Peter has been…. Grouchy recently. Tony noticed it the second he had walked in on Monday and now here it’s Friday and the boy is still huffy and pouty and just in an overall sour mood. Tony considers prying, and decides against it in the fear of upsetting the boy even more but god, something has to give here, the boy has been completely unapproachable all week.

Peter sits with a scowl on his face, barely tinkering with his project in the lab when

Tony finally reaches his breaking point.

“What has been up with you lately?” There’s sting in his voice and Peter looks taken aback for a few seconds before regaining his frown and huffing out an ‘it’s none of your business.’

“You’ve made it my business, you’ve made it everyone’s business with how pissy you’ve been all week.” Tony rubs a hand down his face, frustrated with where the conversation is headed. “What’s been going on? Is it Flash again? You know I’ll kill that little bastard.”

“It’s not Flash, Mr. Stark it’s me.” Peter grumbles, hands falling to cross over his chest again.

“What with you, Peter? I just want to help.”

“You can’t fucking help.” Peter snaps, swivelling in his chair to face away from Tony.

“Lose the fucking attitude and get out of my lab or tell me what the fuck is going on with you.” Tony’s voice leaves no room for argument, and Peter takes a deep breath before finally letting his angry facade fall until it’s replaced with near embarrassment.

“Icacum.” He mumbles, voice barely recognizable.

“What?”

“I.. cacum.” Peter mumbles again, eyes welling with tears.

“Peter, speak up, you know you can tell me anything.”

“I CAN’T CUM, TONY. OKAY?” And suddenly the boy is out of his seat, huffing out angry breaths. “I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S JUST BROKEN FROM THE T THERAPY BUT I’M SO FUCKING HORNY AND I CAN’T GET ANY SORT OF RELEASE AND I FEEL LIKE I’M DYING.”

Silence rings through the room before Tony’s stifling a quiet laugh into his hand.

“This isn’t fucking funny, I feel like I’m being eaten alive.” Peter crosses his arms again, glaring at the older man.

“Sweetie, oh my god. You aren’t broken, I’ve had my fair share of all of the bits and I can say it’s a lot harder to work with what you’ve got than someone who was born with a penis.”

Peter sighs at Tony’s words, arms falling to his sides. “I just want to cum, Tony. Why does it have to be so hard.” His voice is back to whining again, a pout covering his face. “You’ve made it happen before, right? You’ve made people with my parts cum before?” The hope in his voice makes Tony’s gut clench and his pants tighten.

Tony clears his throat, trying to push down his thoughts before responding. “I, uh, I have.”

Peter glances up at Tony with wide eyes. “Mr. Stark, can you please make me do that? Can you please make me cum?” He moves to crawl into Tony’s lap, looping his arms around the older man’s neck. He plants a kiss to Tony’s cheek and trails them down his neck while whispering tiny ‘please?’s.

“Pete- I don’t know, I don’t know if we should.” Tony grits, going against everything his own body is begging for in the hopes of holding on to the last bit of innocence his relationship held with the boy.

“Tony, pleeeease.” Peter whines, locking eyes with Tony with a pout before grinding his hips down onto Tony’s hard on. “Can feel that you’re hard for me, could show you how hot I am for you.” He pointedly ground his hips down again, the lips covering his hole plush against Tony’s hardness.

“If you want to stop, or I do something that makes you feel anything negative, I want you to tell me to stop. Okay?” Tony’s voice is stern, serious and level in light of their current situation.

“Promise I will, pinky swear Tony, just want you to make me cum.” Peter’s nearly bouncing on Tony’s lap now in anticipation. Tony scoops the boy up, making his way to his bedroom to toss the boy onto the soft bed.

He takes his time kissing the boy wet and deep, tongue exploring each region of the boy’s soft mouth before slowly tracing his lips down the boy’s throat. He lowers his hands to the hem of Peter’s shirt and waits for the little nod before slowly peeling it off from his lithe little body. Tony runs his hands down Peter’s sides, mouth coming to rest at his right nipple, teeth clenching around it and tongue laving at the hardened bud. Peter lets out a sharp gasp at Tony’s movements, the sting from his teeth making his body burn all over.

Tony’s fingers slowly make it to Peter’s jeans, popping the button open and peeling them away to where Peter laid covered by his boxers. Tony carefully lays his hands over the waistband of Peter’s boxers when a small voice comes from above him.

“Tony, I’m a boy. I’m a boy.” His voice barely comes out as a whisper, eyes pleading towards Tony.

“You’re the best boy, honey. The best, so handsome. I’m so lucky.” He places a kiss on Peter’s inner thigh and revels in the short gasp the boy lets out. Peter’s hands trail down to tangle in Tony’s hair and nods to the older man to take his boxers off. Tony pulls the boxers down Peter’s legs and looks up at the boy before clamping his mouth over his heat.

Tony’s tongue dances over Peter’s nub, lips coming to suckle around it while he uses his teeth to scrape over the hood.

“Oh fuck, Tony.” Peter gasps, head thrown back while his hand tugs at Tony’s hair.

Tony grins around Peter’s cocklet, thumb coming to circle around the wet hole in front of him, he traces over it until Peter seems relaxed and slowly lets his middle finger slip into the heat. He keeps his lips suckling around the sensitive nub while he crooks his finger upwards, searching for the certain spot residing in Peter’s little body.

“FUCK.” Peter’s whole body seizes up when Tony’s fingertip strokes over his spot. “Tony ohmygo-I I, I need more, give me more.” His chest heaves with each breath, body soaking in the new pleasures with each of Tony’s movements.

Tony presses a second finger into the wetness, stretching Peter’s walls to make room for the new intrusion. The extra surface area allows him to apply more pressure to the spot in Peter’s body, stroking over it with a stronger pulse. He suckles Peter’s spot harder on a certain press of his fingers and the boy lets out an absolute wail. Peter’s hand comes to press Tony’s face deeper between his thighs and Tony feels a wave of pride at how Peter’s thighs shake around his head.

“TonyTonyTony, fuck, Tony, ohhh, oh my god. Ugh.” Peter’s breaths come out unevenly, his whole chest heaving as he stares down at the man between his legs. Tony runs his hands over Peter’s thighs as he comes down from his high.

“That okay?” Tony’s voice seems smug, like he already knew what answer he was going to get.

“More than okay, Tony. Fuck.” Peter huffs, legs still spread around Tony’s shoulders. “We’re gonna do that again sometime, okay?”

Tony grins up at the boy, kissing his thigh once again. “Can’t wait.”

[taekookrecs]

All my favourite fics ♥

 A crow will not pull out the eye of another crow

Author:  taetaeggukie

Chapters: 1/1

“If you killed me you’d let go of the only chance you’ve ever had to find your soulmate.” That smirk was annoying Jeongguk to no end, he was close to pulling the trigger, but the man deserved something worse than a bullet to his head.

“By now you’re only spitting out lies in hopes to be able to save yourself.” Jeongguk was the one smirking now. “You know nothing.”

“You’d let Kim Taehyung just slip through your fingers like that?”

#soulmates #pirates #bit angst #kidnapping #enemies to lovers #bottom kook #pirate tae #crew bangtan #13k #ao3

As You Are

Author: taekover

Chapters: 1/1

Jeon Jungkook, the youngest private investigator in Seoul at 23 years old, with over a hundred solved cases under his belt, does not do favours.

Well. That’s what he says.

#fluff #funny #private investigator #5k #ao3

Bubblegum Bitch

Author:  snowmoney

Chapters: 3/3

SOOOOOOO GOOOOOD!!! Taehyung works for a fashion magazine and orders someone from the Muscle Pig Services to get him a coffee. One thing leads to another and they start (fake) dating.

#fake relationship #tae in heels #model tae #falling in love #misunderstandings #bottom tae #dislike to love #33k #ao3

Cage Match

Author: golden(SlimeQueen)

Chapters: 1/1

Taehyung knows he likes the rush of adrenaline that comes from fighting. He likes his knuckles split and stinging, heart pounding in his ribcage, the rush of blood in his ears. Jungkook is new to it all but all he knows is that he likes Taehyung.

#fight club au #hate to love #bottom kook #pining jk #choking #kinky smut #violence #20k #ao3

Camerman, Swing The Focus

Author: augustdarling

Chapters: 1/1

“I thought you were into landscapes recently. Why does it have to be me? More importantly, why does it have to be me naked?”

“Because artists want to capture beautiful things, baby,” Taehyung murmured, leaning down to nibble on his ear. “And you’re the most beautiful thing I know.”

Or:

Taehyung combines his two hobbies: photography and Jungkook. The results are even better than expected.

#basically pwp #bottom kook #dom tae #canon #exhibitionism #humiliation #2k #ao3

Catch Me Faling (and we will find love)

Author:  Malingshu

Chapters: 2/2

Jungkook was trying to find a roof to sleep under when he met Taehyung.

#Jungkook has another boyfriend in the beginning #falling in love #Tae is a nice person #top!Tae #13k #ao3

Comeback Kids

Author: rix

Chapters: 1/1

Taehyung is infuriating and Jungkook’s always been easy to rile up. Which isn’t the best combination, but also isn’t the worst, either.

(or: Taekook as hockey fuckboy rivals)

#icehockey players kook and tae #rivals #enemies to lovers #bottom kook #fluff and smut #34k  ao3

dark blue (this night’s a perfect shade of)

Author: memetaehyung (21cg)

Chapters: 2/2

jungkook has never seen the world and taehyung is determined to show him it

#blind jk #fluff #bit smut #bit angst #bottom kook #8k #ao3

Don't Let Your Love Go To Waste

Author:  krscnl

Chapters: 2/2

This au is so perfect. The boys meet on omegle, share some secrets, but then they meet in reallife. Their lives go on, Taehyung getting famous, some shit going down, you know, the usual <3

#college au #actor tae #writer kook #life through the years #at one point established taekook #41k #ao3

Eclipse

Author:  Bangtanbananas

Chapters: 17/17

After the tragic death of his parents, Jeon Jeongguk hated werewolves.

The last thing he ever expected was to fall in love with one.

#werewolf tae #werewolf hunter jk #slow burn #bottom kook #fluff #mating #big fight in the end #ot7 #91k #ao3

fellas is it gay to want ur hot roommate to dick u down?

Author:  hunnydews

Chapters: 2/2

Jeongguk comes to the realization that he’s def not as straight as he thought and he starts to explore that realization with himself and with his hot dormmate/best bro, Taehyung.

#college #coming out #excessive use of the word bro #friends to lovers #bottom kook #cuties #19k #ao3

got a kiss (with your name on it)

Author:  marienadine

Chapters: 1/1

“I just—I just thought, like. Maybe I wouldn’t be so horrible if someone more experienced than me taught me what to do.”

#inexperienced kookie #college #roommates #bros #friends to lovers #first kiss #practicing #bottom kook #11k #ao3

He Tells Me, “Stay If You Can” 

Author: vestals

Chapters: 1/1

It takes Jungkook three years to realise two things: 1. He certainly is not straight 2. He is very much in love with Kim Taehyung

#friends to lovers #canon/non au #coming of age #bottom kook #experimenting #8k #ao3

I’d flex, but I like this shirt

Author:  RNA

Chapters: 2/2

Gym au because I'm basic.

Jeongguk is a rigorous trainer at a pretentious gym. Taehyung is a lazy, moderately successful painter with a Burger King addiction who decides he should probably hire Jeongguk to, you know, help him get fit or whatever. Jimin is a delivery guy.

#top! kookles #trainer Jk #artist Tae #kinda crack #but cute #25k #ao3

i forget to breathe (when i'm with you)

Author:  locks

Chapters: 14/14

“Do we have a deal, angel,” Taehyung repeats, and Jeongguk can hear that he’s losing his patience, hands resting on his hips.

Jeongguk lifts his head, snapping the lid closed. “Pleasure doing business with you, daddy,” he nods, sending a grin up to Taehyung who just narrows his eyes at him.

“You’re lucky I like you,” Taehyung mutters, sounding mildly threatening as he steps over to him and tilts Jeongguk’s chin up, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips.

#non sexual daddy kink #sugar daddy tae #tattooed kook #aged-up #tae in heels #soft nicknames #praise kink #fluff and smut #bottom tae #sub top jungkook #fashionista tae #realistic description of a relationship #111k #ao3

Just Two Dudes Being Bros 

Author: micmicbunjin

Chapters: 1/1

“So you two aren’t dating?”

“Nah, man, we’re just best bros. I mean like, if I was gay, and that’s a very big if, then I would be on my knees right now sucking his dick. But I am very straight, so Jeon’s dick is nowhere near my mouth.”

Jeongguk nods convicingly. “I like pussy.”

Namjoon puts his face in his hands and screams.

#gay panic #bros to lovers #denial #college #bottom kook #excessive use of the word bro #7k #ao3

Love and Other Potions

Author:  JKDoYouLoveMe

Chapters: 1/1

#hogwarts au #bottom Kookie #enemies to lovers #working together #panic attack, kinda # it’s cute #potion making gone wrong (also gone sexual) #14k #ao3

Love Scarred 

Author: gjungkook

Chapters: 2/2

“You are unbelievable,” scoffed Jeongguk while shaking his head. “I’ve never met anyone who pisses me off as much as you do.”

Taehyung had licked his lips before he smirked, with his hand still around Jeongguk’s wrist, he stepped forward closing the distance between them. “Let me tell you why, it’s simple really…”

“You feel threatened. You know I’m better than you.”

(Jeongguk wants to win against Taehyung at everything. Win their matches in quidditch, win their spontaneous sparring sessions, win his heart— But one day, Jeongguk takes it a little too far with a single curse.)

#enemies to lovers #hogwarts au #angsty #gryffindor jk #slytherin tae #secret fuckbuddies relationship #bottom kook #denial #26k #ao3

make this feel like home 

Author: aeterisks

Chapters: 1/1

Taehyung has spent his whole life looking for excitement, but instead, he ends up finding Jeongguk; somehow, that seems to be even better.

#motorcyclist jk #fluff and smut #bottom tae #44k #ao3

Man in the Mirror

Author:  Gee_Gee

Chapters: 1/1

Moving cities was hard; moving cities and not knowing anyone is even harder. Jeongguk up and moves his whole life to Seoul to follow his dream job, in a little apartment with the most beautiful antique mirror.

What was he supposed to do when the gorgeous blue haired man in his mirror keeps calling him pretty, if not fall head over heels for him?

#Mirror Magic #phone sex #dom!Tae #Top!Tae #Praise Kink #innocent JK

Mileage May Vary

Author:  rix

Chapters: 8/8

Jeongguk is a stripper with a penchant for trouble. Taehyung is curious.

#stripper kook #age difference #bottom kook #smut #falling in love #80k #ao3

Mischief Managed

Author:  Vanteblack

Chapters: 19/19

Basically a Hate to Love Uni AU but at Hogwarts because I’m a slut for Harry Potter lmao. Also you start at Hogwarts at age 15 instead of 11 so everyone in the story is over age.

#hogwarts au #secret relationship #hate to love #slytherin kook #hufflepuff tae #rated #fluff and smut #20k #ao3

My Daughters Teacher

Author: Staerrykookah

Chapters: 51/51

Jungkook is the single father of a 5 year old named Asami. Taehyung is her kindergarten teacher who thinks the little girl is cute but her dad is cuter.

#kindergarten teacher tae #father jungkook #top kook #falling in love #aged up #5 year old daughter #cute #wattpad

my guy pretty like a girl (and he got fight stories to tell)

Author:  hunnydews

Chapters: 9/9

It’s sooo cute and also realistic. Jungkook is wearing ‘girly’ things, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t a strong person. He is smart and talented and fits perfectly with Taehyung, who just wants him to see what love is supposed to be like.

#bamf jk #crossdressing kook #tattooed tae #tae’s in a band #past abusive relationship #mostly bottom kookie #fluff and smut #healthy relationship #artist jk #falling in love #69k #ao3

New (Newer) Rules

Author: jvante

Chapters: 6/6

Step #1: Don’t get involved with the guy your girlfriend cheats with.

Failed step 1.

#bottom sub kook #sub/dom #kinda pwp #humiliation #lingerie #cock stepping #hate to fuckbuddies to lovers #hurt jungkook #108k #ao3

Of cigarette smoke and alcohol

Author: fluffy-lychee

Chapters: 1/1

Taehyung likes to dye his hair.

Jungkook struggles with the opinion of Taehyungs mother about their relationship.

#no real fluff #nor real smut #but always close enough #2k #aff

oh, you’re gonna take me home tonight

Author:  amirantina

Chapters: 1/1

Jungkook doesn't know what good sex is and he's very disappointed in his first time, and Taehyung takes on the job to show him a few things.

#roommates #bottom!Jungoo #Virgin!Kooks #Jungkook has another boyfriend first #but the dude is bad at doing the do #praise kink 

Our Omega Leadernim!

Author:  .MIJIN.

Chapters: 30/?

Summary:

(BL - Omegaverse) Choi Jinsoo, the fearsome gang leader, is actually an omega in disguise! For 3 years, he faked his identity as an alpha for reputation. When a particular alpha catches his attention, will he succumb to his instinct?

It’s a webtoon, but I still wanted to recommend it, because it’s sooo amazing. It’s also not ‘really’ Tae and Kooks, but they look like them. You should just check it out for yourself, it’s really is good!!

pick me up, buttercup

Author: vppa

Chapters: 2/2

AU where your soulmate’s first words to you will be tattooed on your wrist when you meet.

Which freakin sucks, because Jungkook’s forearm will now forever read “Hey baby, if you were a booger, I’d pick you first.”

What the fuck, universe.

#fluff #soulmates #crack au #9k #ao3

pulling shapes just for your eyes

Author:  aeterisks

Chapters: 13/13

Summary:

The number one rule when you’re a producer on a show like Miss Right, Taehyung thinks, should be do not fall for the bachelor.

It’s such a shame Taehyung has never been good at following rules.

#reality show #producer tae #bachelor kook #secret relationship #switch tae and kook #hot #110k #ao3

Read All About It

Author: jvante

Chapters: 1/1

A star football player and an aspiring journalist fall in love, and make headlines everywhere.

#college au #life through the years #football star tae #writer jungkookie #established relationship #bit angst in between #happy end #bottom kook #realistic description of a relationship #40k #ao3

Realms Between Us

Author: JKDoYouLoveMe

Chapters: 8/8

Jeongguk doesn’t know how spirit magic or Ouija boards work. He assumes it takes something a lot more complicated than a drunk man asking for a sex demon to show up for it to actually happen. Something like cutting your hand and letting your blood drip onto the petals of a rare flower. Or saying something religious into a mirror while doing the Macarena.

#demon!Tae #virginKooks #bottom!Kooks #switching at one point #Tae teaching Kookie some sexy things #innocnent Kookie #Dirty Talk

Resonance

Author:  rix

Chapters: 1/1

Jungkook wonders if the fact that soul-focused battle techniques make people horny as hell is just something the professors politely ignore. Or maybe he's just weird.

#Tae is a weapon? #friends to lovers #because we love it #jk is insecure #gay panic #soul eater au #30k #ao3

Rumor Has It 

Author: buttstrife

Chapter: 1/1

Contrary to popular belief and multiple eyewitnesses, Taehyung did not make out with Jungkook in the pool. And no, they absolutely did not fuck in the shower rooms. Seriously.

#college #baseball player kook #swimmer tae #sut #enemies to friends to lovers #exhibitionism #manhandling #8k #ao3

say you’ll stay

Author: ChocolateKookie

Chapters: 45/45

Jungkook and Taehyung meet at the beach and they spend the summer holidays falling for each other, but they both know that their romance has an expiry date.

At the end of August, Jungkook is supposed to have gone back home, halfway across the country, so Taehyung expects to go back to school and continue pretending to be straight, as if nothing’s changed; playing up to his role as the jerk who’s never had a serious relationship. He doesn’t know what to do when Jungkook turns up at his school and expects them to pick up from where they left off.

or: the BTS Grease AU that no one asked for! in which Jungkook is Sandy and Taehyung is Danny and they just want to be able to be together but Taehyung is still in the closet which makes things complicated.

#grease au #sandy jk #danny tae #secret relationship #bit homophobia #tae’s deep in the closet #cute cute cute #300k #ao3

Sing me to sleep (I can’t fall without you) 

Author: HesterAntonialDracolas

Chapters: 1/1

They call him demon child and think him a monster. He must be, they say, to have survived down there.

Jungkook thinks it’s because the demon actually likes him.

And maybe if you asked him, just maybe, he would admit that he likes him too

#demon tae? #jk is afraid of tae first #falling in love #sweet #8k #ao3

Snowflakes 

Author: IRNIEL

Chapters: 5/5

Taehyung falls in love for the first time, right when the first Snowflake kisses the ground. As, a Single father, Drown in responsibilities & pressure, he finds his strength in a pair of Doe eyes, exactly a week before Christmas Eve. In a pair of Doe eyes, belonging to a simple country boy - named Jungkook.

#aged up tae #aged down jk #age difference #jimin is taes kid #he’s the cutest #bottom kook #orphan kookie #christmas #fluff #angsty #happy ending #slow burn #27k #ao3

So, pancakes?

Author:  Captainotp

Chapters: 2/2

„He thought I was a top.“ Jungkook all but whined, hiding his head in Taehyung’s chest. „Well what else is new?“

Jungkook struggles to, like, get it, because everyone thinks he’s a top, and his roomate Taehyung is more than willing to help. That’s it that’s the story.

#friends to lovers #bottom kook #roommates # fluff and smut #soft kook #4k #ao3

Spy On Me

Author:  C_Stress

Chapters: 1/1

Jungkooks dad gets killed by a mercenary and he swears to get revenge. What he didn’t plan though, was falling in love with said murderer.

Or

When you find out you not only moved in, but fell also in love with your mortal enemy.

#mercenary tae #hitmen au #fluff and smut #flatmates #bottom kook #cute kookie #violence #friends to enemies to lovers #17k #ao3

Sugar and Spice 

Author: kkozumes

Chapters: 1/1

Jeongguk can’t deny that he’s attracted to Taehyung. No, he realised he was attracted to him as soon as his car pulled up by the side of the road. Jeongguk appreciated a handsome face and Kim Taehyung was beautiful to him. What he didn’t expect however was for the beautiful man with the expensive car to take him back to an equally as expensive apartment away from home, give him new clothes, allow him to stay and then ask if Jeongguk wanted a sugar daddy.

#sugar daddy taehyung #daddy kink #fluff and smut #poor jk #sub kook #bottom kook #23k #ao3

Sugar...Daddy?

Author: whatspoppin-yoongi.tumblr

Chapters: 80/80

Jokingly but also totally not jokingly putting an ad out to find a sugar daddy seemed simple enough. He never expected people to respond though…

Being rich was all he knew, and so help him god, he wasn’t going to turn out like all the selfish people that surrounded him.

#social media #pictures #texting# sugar daddy jungkook #side yoomin #tumblr

Suit & Tie 

Author: Wontonz

Chapters: 11/11

Taehyung and Jeongguk really shouldn’t have been partnered together.

#CEO jungkook #CEO taehyung #bottom kook #both are the best in their job #rivals to lovers #25k #ao3

Suspenders, Daddy Issues & Miracles of Halloween

Author:  chimscharli

Chapters: 1/1

It’s nearly Halloween when Jungkook can’t stop stealing glances at Taehyung during practice, and wonders when exactly everything went so wrong. It’s nearly Halloween when Jungkook is in a coma, and doesn’t want to see Taehyung when he wakes. It’s nearly Halloween when Taehyung walks in on Jungkook moaning his name.

It’s nearly Halloween, and maybe it’s time Jungkook stopped being so afraid. Maybe it’s time a miracle happened.

#real daddy issues #and daddy kink #smut #sub jungkook #lots of kissing #happy ending #hate to love #violence #angst #both are football players #17k #ao3

take an inch (I’ll give you a mile)

Author:  thestarsabove

Chapters: 1/1

In which Taehyung has to put his post-graduate identity crisis on hold because he keeps getting distracted by the hot, sweaty guy installing a pool in his parents’ backyard.

Or: a fluffy, horny summer starring Taehyung and Jeongguk.

#summer love #making out #the struggle of moving away for college #taekook are in love #44k #ao3

tats'n'thots

Author: Deaths_Impala

Chapters: 2/2

“Jeon Jeongguk, hear me out.” Taehyung says with a grin. “I feel inspired, and I want to work with you, so how about this: let me tattoo you in any way I want, free of charge – with your input of course.”

#tattoo artist tae #tattooed jungkook #aged up #life through years #smut #bottom kook #cute af #12k #ao3

tenacious d in the dick of destiny

Author: jhopeg

Chapters: 1/1

In the midst of struggling with debts and empty plastic packets of instant ramyeon, Taehyung and Jeongguk joined forces to put the phrase “sex sells” to good use.

#social media #use of pictures #college au #bottom tae #pornblogger #41k #ao3

The Blood Donor

Author:  IncubusRose

Chapters: 22/22

A series of kidnappings and killings has led the world to the astonishing discovery that vampires have been living alongside humans for centuries.

Soon Jungkook finds himself the victim of a kidnapping.

Now he’s been roped into helping a sick, red-haired vampire against his will. But the more he explores and discovers in this new world, the faster and harder he falls into Wonderland.

#vampire tae #human kook #kidnapping #no stockholm syndrome though #bottom kook #fluff #violence #ot7 #hate to love #97k #ao3

The Give and the Take

Author:  JKDoYouLoveMe

Chapters: 7/7

Young and inexperienced college student Jeongguk thinks he is a dom. His older and considerably more experienced roommate Taehyung is quite determined to show him that he is, in fact, not a dom. Drama ensues.

So funny and amazing. It’s so realistic. I really really highly recommend this one!!

#sub kook #dom tae #college #roommates #friends to lovers #more like friends to fuckbuddies to lovers #degradation #humiliation #jk is a brat #subspace #tried rape at one point from another character #57k #ao3

The musical

Author:  RedRelle6

Chapters: 11/11

“Can you sing?” Taehyung asked. “Um, I’m okay I guess. I don’t sing very often though.” “I’ve got a duet with the lead girl, it’s like one of the main songs in the whole thing...” “You want me to help you with that?” “Would you?” Taehyung moved to sit on the edge of his bed, eyes bright and a genuine smile spreading across his face. Jungkook’s heart pounded seeing him transform back into his happy self, and knowing he was the one who did it made him smile back. “Sure.” The word left Jungkook's mouth before his brain could process the question. What the fuck was he thinking.

#roommates #college #sporty Jk #theater kid Tae #or well, theater kid #secret relationship #first kiss

(They Long to Be) Close to You

Author:  vantoa

Chapters: 1/1

Kim Taehyung is a sassy and talented KBS World Sports reporter. Jeon Jeongguk the most outstanding speed skater in South Korea. They meet, hate each other and then, one eventful day, they like each other, a lot.

#speed skater jungkook #reproter/journalist taehyung #enemies to lovers #bottom tae #misunderstandings #11k #ao3

War of Hormones

Author:  C_Stress

Chapters: 1/1

When Jungkook left the house that day, he just wanted to dance for a bit, not getting it on with some (hot) stranger…

#basically pwp #tattooed tae #virgin jk #bottom kook #one night stand? #3k #ao3

We All Have Our Reasons

Author:  C_Stress

Chapters: 1/1

Jungkook gets pulled backwards until he finds himself settled on Taehyung's lap once again, his back pressed to the others chest. One of Taehyung's large hands comes crawling up his body, slowly touching his abs and sliding over his nipples, taking one in between two fingers, playing with it lightly. “Your name is even better fitting now, isn't it, bun?”

Jungkook might die from embarrassment. Never thought of that way to go before, huh.

Or That Mercenary AU no one asked for.

#mercenary #kinda subby kooks #stripper #but fake #undercover mission #mafia au #ot7 as the gang #dirty talk #tae is a pervert #kookie a brat #18k .ao3

whatta man (good man)

Author: aeterisks

Chapters: 1/1

Out of all the kinds of blogs Jeon Jeongguk could have run, never in a million years Taehyung would have expected him to have a porn blog.

(Or, Jeongguk runs a porn blog and Taehyung not so accidentally finds it.)

#college #social media #fluff and smut #crack fic #friend to lovers #bottom kook #7k #ao3

When a Bunny Pets a Tiger

Author:  Talesofwar

Chapters: 5/5

Kim Taehyung is the most laid back alpha Jeon Jungkook knows. He's also sweet, friendly, eccentric and the love of Jeon Jungkook's life.

#omega!Jungkook #alpha!Tae #domesticlife #mpeg #married life #heat #established #bottom!Jungoo #sub!Jungoo

whisper me all your secrets

Author:  noekkin

Chapters: It’s a series of three parts (so far?)

Series of prostitute Jungkook and rich man Tae who just likes caring for the younger. It’s cute af

#cute af #prostitute kook #bottom kook #caring tae #26k #ao3

Working Conviction 

Author: rix

Chapters: 1/1

How their trust evolves to go from from Jungkook pointing a loaded gun in Taehyung’s face to Taehyung binding Jungkook down and fucking him till he can’t see straight.

#mercenary kook #mercenary tae # enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers #smut #guns and violence #bottom kook #9k #ao3

You Are My Chosen One

Author: C_Stress

Chapter: 35/35

Jungkook starts his first year at Hogwarts..what could possibly go wrong?

#hogwarts au #slytherin jk #gryffindor tae #bottom kook #fluff and smut #secrets #falling in love #45k #a03

you’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be 

Author: aeterisks

Chapters: 1/1

He has seen Taehyung smirk, smile seductively, smile cheekily, grin lazily, but nothing like this. This, Jeongguk thinks, is what happiness must look in Taehyung.

(He tries to ignore the way his chest pumps when he sees it, and the urge to see it again once it’s gone.)

#club owner tae #dj kook #rich tae #fwb #fuckbuddies to lovers #misunderstandings #tae has issues #bottom tae #27k #ao3

you the one that i dream about all day

Author:  locks

Chapters: 1/1

Taehyung finally convinces Jeongguk to do the boyfriend tag/boyfriend does my make up tag.

#soft boyfriends #established relationship #youtuber tae #boyfriend does my make up #domestic fluff #shy kook #nicknames #5k #ao3

国王的小丑 

Author: saranghaengbok

Chapters: 1/1

When Taehyung had announced that he would steal Yoonji from him, Jungkook had not expected that he would be the one falling for Taehyung, in the end.

#heir jungkook #prince jk #prince tae #enemies to lovers #falling in love #bottom kook #12k #ao3

[solcheeky]

bff!jaemin

summary: a part 2 to student!jaemin where you have him stuck to your side almost 24/7 because that’s what best friends do apparently (1.8K)

a/n: a cute collab with @busanine, hers being how jaemin becomes your bff and this being what it’s like to be bffs!! gif creds

it’s pretty much impossible not to be jaemin’s bestfriend when he’s always wherever you are.

“sooo,” you lean against the door frame to the bathroom, a toothbrush in your mouth, “when exactly are you leaving?”

jaemin spins around on your chair to face you from your desk, his fluffly hair swinging with his momentum, “hmmm” he pouts, squinting upwards as he taps his chin with a finger, “never.” 

then he sends you a stupid grin, eyes turning into crescents 

“jaemin” you groan, moving back into the bathroom to spit into the sink

“y/n” he whines back, an echo of your tone, craning his head back and spinning in the chair again

there’s nothing jaemin loves more than teasing you, being with you—anything to do with you

to him, there aren’t enough hours in a day to love you as much as he believes you deserve and believe it or not, he’s vocalized those feelings more than enough times already

“don’t you have somewhere else to be?” you close the bathroom door behind you once you’re done

this boy is always in your room; he’s there so much you wonder why he even has to pay rent for his own one

what’s worse is he’s there ‘just because’

you like to complain

but jaemin knows you secretly love his 24 hour company—you’d just never admit to that to his face

“somewhere like your bed?” you sit with a puff on your duvets, “it’s late and we start really early tomorrow jaems”

“nope” with a pop of his lips, jaemin flops down behind you, quickly getting a little too comfy for your liking, “I have nowhere to be.”

with a stupid grin on his face, he brings his hands up behind his head before closing his eyes. him spending another night at yours honestly shouldn’t be a surprise anymore

and despite a secret part of you wanting him to stay, you know he can be such a cute distraction you end up not doing any work

you send jaemin daggers, jokingly hinting for him to leave, “go sleep in your own bed”

feeling your stare, he opens one eye to look at you with a cheeky smile, “who needs sleep when I have you” 

that comment makes you roll your eyes then fall flush into the duvet beside him, “attachment issues much?” you tease

“I’d miss you even if we’d never met” 

the unnecessary flirty comment makes you pull the pillow from under your head and swing it into his stomach

“oww!!” 

jaemin scrunches up into a ball giggling between his groans

“you’re so needy” you pinch his side

which makes him let out a giggly squeal before he’s launching himself towards you to attack back

♡ 

when you say jaemin is always around, you genuinely mean jaemin is always around. even on days when he has no lectures, he wakes up and goes out of his way just to walk you to class—sometimes he’d even buy you a morning drink lowkey only because he’s buying himself one and he’s too nice not to get you one too

you give jaemin a judging look as he sips his coffee, “you’ve already had one of those”

“two actually,” jaemin corrects you like it was something to be proud of

“that’s not a good thing you know”

“‘that’s not a good thing you know’” jaemin playfully mocks you with a stupid voice and funny face

so you pinch his cheek, hard

your face scrunching up in the process because you love hate having to deal with this lil shithead

but instead of whining and craning away from your touch, jaemin brings his face closer to yours, pursing his lips into a kissy-face and closing his eyes making your face jolt back

he enthusiastically sends kissing noises in your direction because he knows it’ll make you back away

and jaemin couldn’t have been more right; immediately you shove your palm into his face and wrench away from his lips

“stop!!” you laugh at his tactics

“I’d never stop loving you” 

“oh my god—”

jaemin takes you to class so often even the people on your course recognize him, even when you refuse his offer and practically force him to stay in bed, he always gets the better of you, reassuring you that seeing you every morning is what makes him happy

once you reach your classroom, you try to shoo jaemin away but like usual he refuses to leave until he’s given you a kiss

“jaemin stop it!”

“just—y/n!—come here!!” 

you’re trying to shove him back by the chest but his hands are gripping onto your shoulders and his pursing lips are nearing your cheek

you even crane your neck away as far as possible but he pushes himself up on his tippy-toes to get even closer

“jaemin!!!” you squeal when he smashes his lips onto your cheek—regardless, you’re still giggling at his antics 

and when he’s finally satisfied, he pulls back with a beaming smile on his face

“jaemin!” you try to smack his arm but he dodges it, laughter erupting from his throat

“smell you later!” then he’s jogging down the hall

“is that your boyfriend?” your classmate says once you find a seat

surprisingly, this isn’t the first time you’ve heard this, “no, not even close” you shake your head at the thought of that idiot being your boyfriend, “we’re best friends” 

♡

the only time you get away from high energy jaemin is when he’s napping in your bed

sometimes you’d come back from a lecture to find him curled up in your duvets, his hair messy and face relaxed

sleeping jaemin was the cutest thing

and you can’t help yourself from smiling at him every time

when you really can’t resist, you let yourself play with his fluffy hair, softly moving it out of his face once, twice— three times more that you practically end up carding your fingers through his hair completely

sleeping jaemin was just so soft

but you’re wrong to think his loss of high energy meant loss of affection

jaemin loves to wake up to you brushing his hair

so when you do, he reiterates your affection tenfold

without even opening his eyes, jaemin snuggles closer to where you’ve sat sinking into the bed and slips his arms lazily around your waist pulling himself so close that he gets to nuzzle into your warmth

with your hands still in his hair, you watch his pink lips turn up into a cute smile, “aren’t you going to ask me what I dreamt of?”

you pat down the top of his bed-head hair, “why? what did you dream of?”

“you”

as much as you want to pinch him out of annoyance, you can’t even be mad because you should’ve seen that one coming

when you don’t reply, jaemin lets out a small giggle into your clothes

♡

there’s the occasional off-day when you think that jaemin will still be sleeping in your bed by the time you come back from class, but instead you’re greeted by an organized room and a note on your whiteboard blatantly filled with his love 

“y/n~ sad I couldn’t wake up to your pretty face~” 

“I did your bed for you :) I also ate some breakfast from whatever was in your kitchen :D”

“your flatmates are really nice btw” 

then a load of scribbly hearts around the text

sometimes there’ll be a terribly cute drawing on the side of it, almost like he’s forgotten to say what he really needed to say

“and I’m going out to meet some friends at sm~ meet me there!!” then more hearts

the last sentence always being the only necessary sentence 

later when you meet up with his friends, jaemin has to shove them over just so you can sit next to him

“thank god you’re here” jisung always says to you when you arrive 

mostly because when you’re not around, he’s the one who falls victim to jaemins unconditional love and affection

him or renjun you’d say jeno but jaemin likes to think that it’s jeno who likes to dote on him, rather than vice versa

hence why they’re all incredibly glad to have you there

and you feel the exact same about them

jaemin was the first one to properly introduce you to the boys 

you had only seen them around a couple of times, mainly because renjun was in your lectures

which meant the boys would meet up with him after class jaemin tackling him with hugs

and ever since then it was endless games of rock paper scissors, stupidly executed pranks and an escalation of noise pollution everywhere you went mark lee always having to politely clean up after you guys

but despite all that, you loved it, you loved them

“readyornot!!”

“rock-paper-scisSORS!!!!!!!!!1″

you’re heart drops when it’s just you and donghyuck left

the other dreamies giggling and slapping each other in excitement, until they all erupt into a fit of laughter at your loss of the game

if only you stayed in bed, if only you just wiped jaemins literally heart-filled message off your whiteboard, you wouldn’t be paying for all of your bestfriends’ drinks right now

“here I got it,” but later when you’re at the till, jaemin is already paying the bill for you

“you butthead” you playfully hit his arm, “I’m capable enough, could’ve paid for it myself you know? fair and square.”

“I know,

“but this way you get to owe me big time, how does a movie in your bed sound?”

“I’d rather ‘sushi’ than that.”

the cheekly smile plastered on jaemins face makes you immediately regret saying that

but before you can retract your statement, jaemin is already telling the rest of them how you’ve claimed ‘sushi’

“sushi!?!!” 

“you’re actually going to buy us sushi?!”

“suSHI!!”

“jaemin why—”

♡

however

despite jaemins flirtatious charm and lovesick nature, he understands that there’s always a time and place for it

so when needed, he never hesitates to give you a shoulder to lean on

“he doesn’t deserve you” jaemin whispers as he tucks you into his jacket with one arm, pulling you sideways into the warmth of his body

you sniff leaning your head onto his chest, “that was so dumb. I was so dumb. I should’ve never come, now I just look like an idiot.” 

jaemin hates to see you cry

so much it hurts

“you did nothing wrong” he rubs a hand up and down your upper arm to keep you warm from the night air, “really” 

you look out onto the campus lake, its soft breeze freezing your bare legs and drying the tears that washed away your makeup, “really?” you sniff

“okay maybe you can be a little dumb— ow!!” jaemin vigorously rubs the spot on his thigh you just pinched

and you finally smile for the first time that night

it makes the corners of his lips turn up in a proud grin

“thanks for coming to pick me up” you look to your feet in shame

but jaemin doesn’t care because it’s you, “anything for you” he presses a kiss to the top of your head

“I love you” you say

“I love you too” he whispers into your hair

[kkyuproof]

Jikook/Kookmin Fic Rec Part 1

(Part 2 Here)

I’ve slowly been building up my list of KM fics and thought I might as well share them with the rest of the Tumblr-sphere (and organize them all because if the rest of my life is a mess, at least my fav fics can be orderly amirite)! I’m somewhat new to BTS and KM so it’s not too big a list, but I’m going to be updating this as I find more that I enjoy :) Happy Reading! 

(most of these are probs old fics because like i said IM NEW HERE IM SO SORRY, but i hope you still find it helpful idk man)

Mostly Fluffy Fics

you are the ruler of the stars (and my heart) by cygnus (sunsprite) | Words: 18k | Jimin reluctantly joins his college’s Space and Astronomy club on the basis of Taehyung’s persuasion. Surrounded by a group of unnecessarily tall space nerds, he unexpectedly finds himself falling in love with one of them.

OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO CUTE. One of my fav fluffy fics to be honest. I was squealing basically the whole time i was reading. love.

i’ll stick to you like glue-cose by cygnus (sunsprite) | Words: 7k |  Jimin merely wanted to study in peace, yet a certain five-foot ten frat boy -- unfortunately also a past hookup -- that epitomizes the very definition of smugness in one entire body whose ego is as big and full-scaled as the national debt, won’t let him.

Another super cute fluffy fic!!! i just found this author and the fluff is just so amazingly written and not cliche at all and ugh. JK acts like he’s all suave but he’s really just a big softie and AH. 

friday nights (with you) by kstorms | Words: 24k |  How a random night at a karaoke bar leaves Jimin with two new friends and a frowny, terribly handsome crush.

Anther classic tbh. I think I’ve read this through like four or five times bc i have literally no life and enjoy this VERY well written humor. There’s like zero angst in this and it’s all mostly Taehyung being a very cute little shit to JK (KM is there obvs and they super cute but ya know). Def a must read.

competency at its highest potency by MauveTarte | Words: 10k | State-Sponsored Runs are the excitement of every Alpha and Omega youth.

Or,

Jimin has one final chance at this bonding thing before his life goes to shit.

the one and only ABO fic i’ve read with NO SMUT. that’s right, ya heathens! this one is solely plot driven (and super fluffy). It’s cute af and Taehyung is an amazing friend :)

(my heart beats) for you by sabotagemyheart | Words: 17k | In which Jungkook, as a child, befriends the exceptionally adorable, small and friendless Jimin, not knowing that after a few years, he’ll be wrecking this very boy underneath himself making him whimper out his name.

okay LISTEnn. This summary makes this fic sound a lot dirtier than it is (ok yes it’s smutty BUT there’s more fluff in this than anything else. its so so so cute.)

Mostly Smutty Fics

Studio 2 by Charmander | Words: 20k WIP | Somewhere along the way, Jimin lost that passion he used to pour into his art, watching as it slipped through his very fingers. But street kid Jungkook is all heart and soul, and he’s more than willing to help Jimin learn to burn with the same fire he carries inside himself.

okay so this one is very plot heavy (as is most of Charmander’s fics) so don’t think you’re getting JUST smut. it has an amazing storyline about sexuality struggles and i think a lot of you would enjoy it! (the smut is bomb af tho sooo) 

Starstruck by SugaTheTurtle | Words: 5k |  Everyone is attracted to idols at one point or another. As part of Big Hit’s staff, Jimin really shouldn’t still be as attracted to Jungkook as he was at the beginning. Maybe if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be stuck hiding inside a closet in his dressing room silently praying that the idol was reaching for the zipper on his pants to change into something more comfortable.

ALRIGHTY HERE WE GO LADIES AND GENTS. This is for all you kinky fuckers out there who love pure smut. It was very interesting at first but as it progressed i was like whoaoaa i need some holy water. this fic is the epitome of “well, that escalated quickly” (but it’s still not rushed ??? which like...how?) enjoy! lmao.

Interlude by Bunbungee | Words: 9k | Jungkook has fallen in love at first listen with Jimin’s interlude and he won’t stop until he finds out why he is reacting so strongly to it. His search for answers takes a new turn when, one night, he discovers just how much the song can affect him.

Okay this was smutty, but still SUPER CUTE bc jeon is his typical shy bunny self who’s super oblivious and jimin is just a sweetheart. looooove.

Wet Depths by WorldwideWriter | Words: 10k | All it takes for Jungkook to break is a slightly unfair swimming competition and a too seductive Jimin.

GIVE ME ALL THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS FICS hell yes. I love their dynamic in this one, they hate each other (but they really don’t lol like come on.) and the sexual tension is insane.

everybody’s watching him, but he’s looking at you by jonghyunslisterine | Words: 6k|   In which Jimin formulates a three-step plan to get the hot bouncer to notice him. (Spoiler: it doesn’t go quite as expected.)

okay this is smutty but also super cute so like idk where to put it but jimin wears a thong in it so i think the smut category will suffice. a quick read but so worth it, JK is a lowkey sweetheart.

Blood & Chocolate by MyHope (CutesyMe) | Words: 35k | “What if I only want you to sit on my lap?” the stranger asks, which is an odd request. People always want Jimin to dance for them. Only sometimes do they ask of him to just sit on their lap but event hen he has to move in some way and not just sit still.

“Same price,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook spreads his legs slightly and motions to his lap as if it’s the best seat that has ever been offered to Jimin. “Be my guest.”

so i don’t really know what to say here but i loved their dynamic in this fic?? i love the way JK treats JM in this ahhhh its SMUTTY AF but he still super sweet and protective.  There’s sooooome angst but it’s not too bad. Good plot.

New Heights by Charmander | Words 11k| There’s no better way to remind yourself that you’re alive than tempting fate from 700 meters above the ground and the searing touch of another’s fingers dragging down your chest.

1000% my favorite smut fic out there. the dialogue written in this fic is so well-done and absolutely hilarious. Sexual tension is CRAZY. love his fics.

give in to the game by cherrygloss | Words: 23k | “Jimin, if you honestly think that I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend so you can make your ex jealous, then you’re out of your mind.”

im s oRRY, i know this is mostly smut aljfdlkaldfj my thirsty ass has bookmarked so many smut fics but i can’t help it oof. but this is super cute smut with some feeliins.

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin by decompositionbooks | Words: 34k | The world didn’t think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin’s handbook to dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

WOOH another classic! I live for jealous/protective!JK idk its just super cute. my fav ABO fic!!

two sides; same story by namjoone | Words: 12k | Okay, so maybe Jimin thinks his neighbor is hot.

A little.

Okay, maybe a lot.

haha ohhhh man i love mutual pining. they’re both totally dumb at the beginning of this and i live for it. also some hoottttttt ass smut. (bc i need jesus at this point)

Not a Girl by PinkBTS | Words: 8k | Jeongguk isn’t sure what he did in his previous life to deserve this but he probably screwed up big time...he’s kinda grateful though.

A story about Santa, assumptions and thick-rimmed glasses.

AHHHHH  this is so funny and awkward and hot and EVERYTHING. I live for frat!bangtan with my whole heart. 

Downpour by kikistiel (Kikai) | Words: 15k | Jimin doesn’t know what it is. But now, he’s not sure he’s ready for summer to be over just yet.

IM SCREAMING. This was almost poetically good (aka A+ writing oh my gerrrd). It’s kinda angsty too like a bit but its also so sweet i love it :( go read pls.

How to Seduce Your Dance Teacher by Jeon Jungkook by soranosuzu | Words: 5k | Currently there are a million thoughts racing through Jungkook’s brain, but two very prominent ones finally beat their way to the forefront of his mind. First, Jimin is hot as hell and Jungkook needs to find a way to get into his pants. Second (and maybe slightly more urgent than the first), Jungkook needs to find a way to prevent himself from popping a boner every time Jimin does that in the future and, more importantly, right now.

(aka AU in which Jungkook devises a plan to seduce his ridiculously hot dance teacher Jimin)

HELLL YEAH. that is all.

i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) by fatal (cumrich) | Words: 71k WIP | Packs merge all the time. It’s survival, Jimin knows that, but what he’s not prepared for is the attention he’s getting from a certain Jeon Jungkook, the alpha’s son.

yeeesss we got some more ABO up in this biiiiihhcc. It’s not done yet, but i strongly urge you to read!! so goooood and the smut is A1.

Mostly Angst

The Bet by jonghyunslisterine | Words: 46k |  Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester. 

Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Yes i had to include this lovely classic :) Still one of my favs and probably always will be *shrug*. I’m not usually an angst person but this is like the perfect dosage for me to handle lol. If you haven’t read it yet, what are you doing with your life honestly go do it lmao.

lost stars by pjungkook | Words: 25k | Park Jimin has another maknae in his life and Jeon Jungkook is completely losing it.

have you ever felt like your heart was being smushed under an eighteen wheeler and your chest was caving in? Yeah that was me during this fic. But it’s sososo good and i promise there’s still fluff (i cannot live through angst without fluff) so READ.

Falling for you again by Rose_gold715 | Words: 30k | Jungkook loses all memory of the last five years of his life.

Jimin is scared he will never love him again.

wow okay so this one was a tear-jerker. you sympathize with both JK and JM but you’re also sort of frustrated with them at the same time?? soso good, definitely give it a read.

serendipity (none of this is a coincidence) by nclnns | Words: 30k | Jimin feels like crying.

Because the boy -- Jeon Jungkook as he had learnt a week ago -- is the exact opposite of Jimin.

And he’s the person Jimin’s boyfriend has been cheating on him with.

or

In which Jimin finds out that Taehyung is cheating on him with a boy named Jeon Jungkook and in the quest to understand what went wrong, he ends up falling in love with said boy.

so i haven’t read this one in a few months but i remember it being one of the first KM fics i had ever bookmarked, so it must have hit me in some way. JK is a sweetie though from what i remember.

On Patrol by Ragi | Words: 129k| Officer Jeon has his eyes on Mr. Adorable. Officer Min has a strange neighbor he can’t seem to keep out of his life. Captain Kim finds comfort in his son’s homeroom teacher. 

Well, cops need some loving too, right?

Okay so this isn’t like suuuuper angsty but it’s also not smutty nor super fluffy either??? So idk where to put it but i think angst fits this most. I also laughed quite a bit during this so it has humor!! Tae is also like an 8 year-old kid LDJAFODJOA (ft. Sope and Namjin)

we’re not broken just bent by calipha | Words 16k | “You’ll die,” Jimin hisses and they’re so close now that his perfect illusion is broken. Jungkook can see his dark circles, can see Jimin’s lips, red and raw from biting.

“I did almost die in this house once, five years ago,” he whispers, watching as Jimin clenches his jaw but doesn’t look away. “I think I can handle more. I’m bigger and stronger now, see?” Jimin holds his gaze for two seconds before it tracks south to move down Jungkook’s body.

MY HARRY POTTER LOVIN ASS IS VERY SATISFIED. jimin is just a misunderstood bb and jungkook is trying SO HARD not to pine ajweklfkldf.