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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N.

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday.

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine?

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day.

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs.

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin.

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.”

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray.

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together.

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction.

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization.

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch.

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else.

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her-

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where.

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?”

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body.

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches.

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh.

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure.

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night.

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts.

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers.

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts.

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more.

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade.

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving.

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten.

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight.

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore.

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway.

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom.

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes.

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal.

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex.

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips.

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out.

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed.

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door.

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation.

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move.

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go.

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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give and take | knj

when your beloved jeep breaks down, you have no choice but to take it to a mechanic for once instead of trying to fix it yourself. you fully expected to empty your wallet or get told to just buy a new car. you don’t expect to meet kim namjoon, nor do you expect him to be hot like burning, sweet as honey, and interested in you.

pairing | kim namjoon x reader

genre/warnings | mechanic!namjoon, fluff (seriously so fluffy), smut: hickeys, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all), dirty talk, dom!namjoon, brat!reader if you squint, creampie, slight mentions of choking

word count | 10.5k

cross posted to ao3

a/n: ayyyyyy i’m finally finished with this monstrosity!! it was supposed to be a short smutty drabble and yet HERE WE ARE bc i’m a slut for namjoon, both emotionally and physically. pls pls pls let me know what y’all think!! i’m doing my best out here in the world, but i always love to hear what people think about my work!!

You groan, for possibly the millionth time that afternoon, as your jeep sputters to a halt once more. You’ve had JeepJeep since you first got your license, a gift from your parents since they were getting a new car anyway. Held together with duct tape, prayers, and more than one swift kick to the bumper, the thing has gotten you through your entire school career and then into the big wide world of adulthood.

Now, as you sit in the nearly-empty lot of a mechanic, not even properly parked because your jeep died not two seconds after you pulled in, you feel like crying. Fixing this will cost everything you have. There is no doubt in your mind that this is going to be expensive. Probably expensive enough to wipe out what little you still have in your bank account after grocery shopping yesterday, if you aren’t forced to dip into the meager savings you have put back.

With a resigned sigh, you pop off a quick text to your best friend, heave yourself out of the jeep, and head through the open garage door. There’s a couple of cars up on lifts, parts strewn around them haphazardly, and faint music thrumming from somewhere, but you don’t see any actual people around.

“Hello?” You call hesitantly into the large room. There’s no response, which irritates you a little. First your jeep dies - possibly for the last time, not that you want to think about that right now, keep hoping, you remind yourself - and then you spend four hours getting ten miles to the closest mechanic so you didn’t have to pay for a tow only for there to be no one fucking here.

“Fuck this,” You tell yourself, sidestepping what looks like a car battery, and make your way further into the building. Music is still vibrating through your bones, there has to be someone in this rusty old shop somewhere, and you are on a mission, dammit. JeepJeep requires immediate attention, especially if you want to get home at any kind of decent time tonight.

The shop, you discover as you follow the sound of deep bass, is a minefield. There’s a truly ridiculous number of parts and tools you couldn’t name even if you wanted, all of them just thrown about like a four-year-old’s discarded toy. You think you may see a chainsaw in the corner and for the first time, you wonder if wandering around a potentially-abandoned-but-possibly-still-inhabited auto shop alone is a good idea. Do it for JeepJeep, you tell yourself, steeling yourself as you pass the Maybe A Chainsaw. Light gleams off grimy windows just past it, and the music seems to be coming from there. You give the tools - and the possible murder weapon - a wide berth, making your way to the lone door that you see. It’s nearly impossible to see through the windows of what looks to be the office, but the door itself is open, a lone figure sitting at a desk inside.

You knock gently against the open door and plant a friendly smile on your face. “Hi, sorry to bother you, my car died and I was just wondering if you could take a look at it?” The words rush out before the person - a guy, you belatedly notice - can tell you to get lost. When he spins around in the chair, your breath catches in your throat and you think you may actually physically choke.

He’s honestly gorgeous. Like…the hottest person on the face of the planet, gorgeous. Warm eyes blown wide with surprise and framed by strong dark brows, a jawline that makes you wonder why he needs the chainsaw lying around, bleach-blonde hair hidden away under a dark blue cap that matches the jumpsuit hanging around his waist revealing the most beautiful sight of that chest in just the white tee with grease stains that shouldn’t be so attractive. It’s all beautiful, but what gets the heat pooling between your legs is the sight of the long fingers. They aren’t even doing anything erotic, just wrapped around a thick book and a pen, clearly having been in the middle of writing something when you interrupted.

“Sorry,” He says quickly, fingers reaching out to slide over a button somewhere. The music softens, no longer shaking your bones, but that only makes you more aware of how hard your heart is beating. “I thought I had the closed sign on the door, I must have forgotten. You said your car died?”

It takes you a second to find words, and you’re grateful when he doesn’t judge. “Yes,” You say, filling your voice with the confidence you usually save for unruly customers at work, “Yes, my jeep. It’s out front, I just kind of left it since it wouldn’t start back up again. I really just need someone to take a look at it and tell me what to tape together so it’ll run again.”

He laughs, soft and sweet, and you never want to hear another sound in your life, but he sets the pen and the book to the side and stands. “I can certainly try,” The guy says, waving for you to follow him out to the lot.

You do, though it becomes quickly apparent that the wide berth you gave the chainsaw should have been saved for this walking hurricane. He manages to run into or knock over nearly everything on the way out, barrelling through areas you’d avoided due to clutter and just sliding things out of the way for you. He’s got a pretty blush on his cheeks when you finally emerge into the waning sunlight, and it warms you more than you expected. You’ve never seen someone so clumsy be so damned endearing.

“So, what exactly has been going on with your jeep?” He asks. You give him a brief rundown of all the things that have been patched in the years you’ve had your darling vehicle and go into more detail about the chinkchinkchunk sound it made right before it died in the middle of the turn lane outside the store where you worked. He tells you to pop the hood and you do. You don’t even take offense to the choking noise he gives upon seeing what’s left of the engine block and the several rolls of tape holding everything together. He manages to cover it with a cough, but you know what your engine looks like, and have no illusions about the disaster it must be to a mechanic.

“Uh…no offense, but I’m honestly a little surprised that it ran at all,” His voice echoes as you exit the car and come to stand by him. He scratches at his jaw, leaving a small trail of grease behind that your fingers itch to wipe off. You startle a little as he makes eye contact, but you can’t help but return the soft, shy smile that he wears. “I can definitely try, we’ll get her up on a lift to take a better look at everything, but I can’t make any promises. Uh…hold on, let me-” He stops and pats at his clothes before he turns, jogging into the garage once more.

You sigh a little as you turn to look back at JeepJeep’s engine, patting the side lightly. There are so many memories in this jeep, you don’t want to go buy a new car, nevermind that you can’t even afford it. Just a quick look and you can see where you hot-glued two of the tubes back together when they split outside your school, where you had to tape a belt back into one piece on the side of a highway at 3 a.m. with an ex-boyfriend holding the flashlight, the time you got stuck outside a McDonald’s and had to use no less than a hundred straws and four rolls of tape to form a funnel so your coolant could fill enough to get the thing home without catching fire. And that's just the engine, there are so many more things that happened in this jeep, so many memories and milestones that you don’t want to end up in a junkyard somewhere.

A loud crash from inside the garage breaks you from your thoughts, and you start to get worried by the suspicious silence that follows it. You wait a few moments, but there’s just a deafening silence hanging in the air. It takes a second but eventually you decide you cannot in good conscience wait by your dead jeep while this random, insanely hot mechanic bleeds out under some Honda. It’s just as you step forward that said mechanic stumbles out of the garage, clipboard in one oil-smeared hand while his other massages a spot on his (incredibly strong looking, holy shit) thigh.

He lights up when he sees you still there, as if he thought you would leave while he was gone. Your heart skips a beat at the thought.

“Okay so! Just fill out some quick information for me here, as best you can,” He hands you the clipboard and a pen and you dutifully start writing down your name, number, and information about JeepJeep. “As I said, we can’t guarantee we can fix…all of this, but we’ll do our best. The diagnostic will help figure out everything that’s really important to get her up and running, so we’ll do that first thing, and then call you with an estimate for labor and parts.”

“That sounds perfect, thank you so much,” You reply, truly grateful. Every other mechanic you’ve been to in the last two years had taken one look and immediately written the thing off as a lost cause. It’s touching to know this guy was at least going to try. You hand the papers back with a smile, ignoring the slight flush that comes over you when you look up to see him already looking at you. He turns a pretty shade of pink and averts his eyes.

“So, all I need now is your car key, if you don’t mind.” He says. You hurry to comply, sliding it off your keyring just as a horn honks behind you. You turn to see Taehyung’s car idling just outside the lot, the man himself waving at you before settling in. He's entirely too accustomed to this routine, and you decide to buy him some noodles soon to pay him back.

The sound of your name coming from the mechanic’s lips has you turning around, pink-cheeked, and you give an embarrassed smile. “Yep, that’s me,” You joke. “I gotta go, but take care of her…?” You trail off, never having gotten the guy’s name.

“Namjoon,” He says quickly, almost dropping the clipboard in his haste to pull his jumpsuit up and show you the name stitched into it. “Kim Namjoon. I’ll take care of her, don’t worry. We’ll call you soon.” His smile is blinding, and you want to dive in headfirst to the dimples that appear but Taehyung’s horn beeps before you can.

“Thank you again, Namjoon, so much,” You say as you grab your bag from the passenger’s side of your jeep and hurry off to slide in beside Taehyung, who immediately starts whining about how his own shift at work had gone.

You can’t stop yourself from looking out the side mirror as Namjoon’s image gets smaller and smaller, and you find yourself looking forward to when you'll see him again.

As it turned out, that would be much sooner than you originally thought. The shop calls you the very next day, a very bubbly sounding guy who introduces himself as Hoseok telling you that it won’t be nearly as expensive as you first thought and that though it'll take a week or two, they have faith that they can get JeepJeep running again.

You could cry, you'e so relieved. How they’re going to do such a thing is a mystery to you, especially for such a cheap price, but you aren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Any other shop in town would’ve been sure to charge you out the ass for such a thing, and your bank account would never have been able to recover from such a hefty price tag. You would’ve paid it, of course, because JeepJeep is everything to you, but you would’ve been back to your diet of instant noodles for a while if you had.

You can’t help but wonder if this is normal for their garage, or if it's a special case. As much as you want to think that it's because Namjoon is interested in the same way you are, it’s more likely whoever runs the place took one look at your heap of wishes and hushed prayers and was intrigued at the challenge of fixing such a piece of junk. Or that they were just cheaper in an attempt to poach business from other shops, because if they do manage to fix JeepJeep then you’re never going to another mechanic again in your life. Especially if Namjoon keeps working there, because that man-

You force the thought out of your mind, focusing instead on the work ahead of you.

You last four days. Four whole days before you finally cave and go to see how your jeep is doing without your loving kick to the rear and possibly also catch a glimpse of Namjoon while there. Taehyung applauded you on your restraint, though it was somewhat sarcastic, but you honestly don’t care. You love that jeep and you have to know if it’s in pieces or if they’re actually fixing it. Taehyung had no idea what he was talking about when he asked dryly why you’re wearing the shorts that cling in all the right places and the top that highlights your chest in all the ways you love just to go check on a jeep.

You mentally rescind your earlier note to buy him noodles as you make your way to the garage.

What you’re expecting to find at the shop, you aren’t entirely sure. In the deepest part of your heart, you want to see JeepJeep looking shiny and new and running perfectly already, but you are fully aware of how unlikely that is. You’re already getting a miracle, you don’t need to tempt fate. Still, the idea has planted itself so firmly in your mind that walking up to the shop at three in the afternoon and seeing your precious baby up on a lift with the parts you’d lovingly taped or glued back together thrown to the side in a haphazard pile almost brings tears to your eyes.

Indeed, it likely would have, had you not immediately heard a beautifully rumbling voice barking orders.

You step forward again and contain your surprise at how different the garage looks when it’s full of people. At first glance, you don’t see him, but after getting close enough to stand right at the edge of the open garage door, you spot him. You expect the rush of blood to your face, but you don’t expect the way your knees go wobbly and the sudden flip of your stomach.

If you thought he looked good the first time you met, it was nothing compared to now. The jumpsuit is buttoned halfway up his chest, giving the slightest peek to the white shirt underneath. The long sleeves running down his arms are pushed up to his elbows, which only highlights the way the material hangs off his biceps and complements the tan of his forearms. He still has that blue cap on, but the shy smile is gone, as is the pretty redness on his cheeks. He looks much more serious now, barking orders out to a couple of his coworkers as he looks up from the heavy book in his hands to the undercarriage of your jeep. The lid of a highlighter is stuck in the corner of his mouth, and his brows are drawn together in complete focus.

As you watch, doing your very best to not think about how absolutely hot like burning this guy is, he calls another guy over. The new guy is pretty, too, as they all seem to be, but nothing can outshine the sight of Namjoon, serious and laser-focused as he gestures to parts of your jeep and then to the heap of parts they’d removed, circling a couple of things with the highlighter. He speaks quietly to the other guy, who nods and also looks up at your jeep before disappearing down a set of stairs you hadn’t noticed before.

You’re not to be mistaken; you’re a strong, independent young woman, and you have no need to have a man around to tell you how to live or what decisions to make. But seeing Namjoon, looking like that, barking orders at people…well, you’ve always had a thing for authoritative men, and now you can’t help but wonder just how it would feel to be on the receiving end of Namjoon’s no-nonsense attitude. Him telling you to drop to your knees in such a firm voice, leaving no question that he was to be obeyed, and running one of those long fingers along the column of your throat before wrapping his whole hand around it and giving just enough pressure to make your head spin before he slides his-

“Can I help you?” A voice calls, and you just barely catch yourself before actually jumping in shock. Turning to find a third guy - also gorgeous, what is it with this place? - you plaster a smile on your face.

“Yes, hi!” You say quickly, hoping the redness on your face can be attributed to the afternoon sun and not the very lewd thoughts you were just lost in. “This is my jeep, I was just coming by to see how things are going.” It occurs to you halfway through the sentence that it might not be considered normal to check in on a vehicle and perhaps you should have readied a better reason.

The guy - Jungkook, by the name stitched into his plain grey tee - just nods, though, and gives you a quick once-over before turning. “Hey, hyung!” Nearly everyone in the garage turns except for a couple of people, but Jungkook makes instant eye contact with Namjoon. You only barely register the vague wave that Jungkook gives you, and you can’t hear whatever he says next past the rush of blood in your ears, because holy shit. The focused gaze was powerful enough to make your knees weak before, but having it leveled straight on you is another thing entirely. Your stomach is in knots and you honestly think you may just collapse right there and then, just from the sheer power that Namjoon radiates. You’re so focused on him that it’s impossible to miss the way his eyes rake up your form, lingering on every curve and leaving a heat behind that you hadn’t felt in much too long.

You give a shy wave and can see the moment he snaps out of whatever he’s thinking. He takes a breath and tries to speak at the same time, which mostly just results in him nearly swallowing the highlighter cap. You stifle a laugh as he spits it out and caps the marker, stuffing it in his pocket as he makes his way over. There’s a clear path to the lot that you have a sneaking suspicion is there entirely because of his penchant for disaster, and you meet him at the entrance. He’s got a wide smile on his face, yet again showcasing his dimples, and you find yourself returning the smile before you can stop yourself.

“I just came to check on JeepJeep,” You say before you can actually tell him how you think he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your entire life. “I’m a little attached, and I wanted to be sure you all didn’t need any other information or anything like that.”

“Ah, well, we’re actually doing alright with her. We stripped out everything that needed to be replaced,” He points to the pile of parts you’re intimately familiar with, “And now it’s just a matter of putting in the new ones and making sure there isn’t anything else going on. We’re gonna go ahead and do an oil change, fill your coolant, and clean all the parts that didn’t need to be stripped, so she should be almost good as new when we get her back together.” Your heart swells at the news, and you beam at him.

“You have no idea how much this means to me, Namjoon,” You tell him. He turns slightly pink and rubs the back of his neck, ducking his head. “Seriously, I never expected you to do so much for me. Anyone else would have just written her off and told me to go buy a new one. Are you sure you’re charging enough? It seems like a lot more work than I’m actually paying for.”

Namjoon just waves a hand, looking up at the jeep. “No, it’s the least I can do. Your Jeep really isn’t in terrible condition, just a lot of wear and tear, and it’s so obvious that you love it. What kind of mechanic am I if I turn down something like this?” He goes quiet, and you can feel him looking at you even as you watch several men hand parts back and forth.

You’re both quiet for a long while. You aren’t sure what’s going through his head, but you’re hoping that eventually, he’ll say something else to keep the conversation going.

“Well, I’ve got to get going soon, I’ve got a meeting in about an hour,” You say eventually, resigned to the fact that Namjoon isn’t as interested as you thought he might be.

“Oh, yeah, of course, don’t let me keep you,” He says quickly. Your heart sinks as you give him a smile and wave. You’re halfway to the sidewalk when he calls your name, and you turn to see him jogging after you. He’s got a white-knuckle grip on the book in his hands but his voice is steady.

“If you really want to pay me back, let me take you out to dinner,” he says. “Friday night at seven.”

The confidence in his tone surprises you, but not in a bad way. Your first instinct is to immediately agree, but the memory of that blush from four days ago has you biting your lip. You want to see it again, and you wonder how far you have to push him to bring it out.

“I dunno,” You say teasingly. “Just a dinner? That doesn’t really feel like I’m paying you back much, honestly. Shouldn’t there be more of a…I don’t know, a give and take?”

Something sparks in the mechanic’s eyes. Namjoon steps closer to you and traces the curve of your wrist with one finger. Your skin burns where he touches it, and your breath catches in your throat. “Friday at seven,” He says. His voice is low and lingering and you can feel it deep through your skin and sink into your bones. “Have dinner with me, and then we’ll see just how much give you can take.”

You clench your teeth again the urge to whimper as he slides your arm forward and uses a marker to write something on your arm. He backs up after he’s finished, a cocky smirk coming over his features that makes you want to bring him to his knees and drop to your own in equal measure. He presses a light kiss to your knuckles before he drops your hand entirely.

“Text me your address, I’ll pick you up,” He tells you as he disappears into the garage once more, barking for someone named Jimin to get off his ass and keep cleaning parts. You stand there for another few moments until you’re sure you can walk without tripping over your own feet. When you finally are able to breathe once more, you book it out of the lot and down the street. It takes ten minutes to realize you walked in the complete opposite direction from where you’re supposed to be meeting your friends for a late lunch.

Friday night comes with nervousness that you haven’t felt in a long time. With every one of the last few dates you’ve been on, you’d been the one to pursue things. You asked out the last three dates you’d been on, and the last time you’d gotten laid - months ago, unfortunately, which could explain the very visceral reaction you had to Namjoon - had been because you’d approached the most attractive guy you’d seen at the bar and blatantly asked him if he wanted to go home with you that night. It’s been a while since anyone bothered to chase you, and the fluttering in your chest just reminds you of how much you really do love it.

You’re wearing your favorite date outfit, a cute ruffled top with an A-line skirt that grazed the tops of your knees, and a pair of truly adorable flats that you got for 75% off the last time you went shopping. You’ve put more effort into your hair and face than you had in a while, making sure everything is the best it could possibly be for your date.

A knock on your door at exactly 7 o'clock has you grinning and rushing to grab your clutch. After you make sure you have everything you needed - phone, keys, wallet, condoms, as usual - you open the door. The sight that greets you has you almost wishing you’d offered to cook just so you could keep him locked inside.

You’ve only ever seen Namjoon in his work clothes, and whatever you expected his style to be, it wasn’t this. A gorgeous seafoam button-up tucked into white pants and his hair styled so well you aren’t sure why he wears a hat ever. None of it compares to the beaming grin he’s giving you, though, dimples on full display as he looks you up and down.

“You look amazing,” He says as he takes your hand and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Really, I’m…I can’t believe I get to take you to dinner.”

“Well, you’d best believe it,” You tease. “I don’t get this dolled up for just anyone.” You turn to lock the door behind you, glad for the millionth time that you were lucky enough to find a good townhouse that wasn’t wildly out of your price range. He laces his fingers with yours and guides you to the street where he’s parked.

“There’s a pretty nice place close to the shop that isn’t too fancy or anything, if that works?” He tells you. His brow furrows and he bites at his lip just slightly, and you melt a little. “I wasn’t really sure what you liked, and it’s got a bit of everything, and it isn’t that super stuffy atmosphere, so I thought it would still be casual enough for us to be relaxed and talk, but if you’d like, we can go somewhere else, it really isn’t a big deal so-”

“Namjoon,” You stop him and squeeze his hand a little. “That sounds lovely.” He smiles at the same time you do, relief clear on his face as he relaxes slightly beside you. When you reach his car - a nice, obviously well-kept model you don’t recognize - he opens the door for you to slide in. Within minutes, you’re shooting off into the fading sunlight. There’s soft music playing - some old-school American hip hop you’ve never heard - and Namjoon is tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. He looks effortlessly attractive, one hand on the gearshift and the other on the wheel, and it makes heat pool between your thighs. You rub them together just barely, trying your best to soothe the ache; the night has just begun, and at this rate, you’ll be a sopping mess before you even order your food.

Namjoon’s voice brings you out of your thoughts, and as you turn to look at him, you realize he’s not actually speaking to you, but instead quietly rapping along with a new song that’s playing. Your brows shoot up and you grin.

“I didn’t know you could rap,” You say, delighted. Namjoon turns slightly pink and his grip on the wheel tightens a little.

“Ah, yeah, it’s just…a hobby, I guess.” He says. There’s a shyness, a humility, that makes an emotion swell in you that you can’t name. It almost seems like he doesn’t think he’s very good, and you decide then that you’re going to show him he is.

“You’re good,” You tell him, and he shoots you a disbelieving look. “No, really, you are. Do more, c'mon, I wanna hear you.” You reach for the stereo and turn the volume up so that it throbs through your chest, and then turn to him expectantly. He looks away as best he can while driving, scratching at the back of his neck as he starts to quietly rap along. It takes a minute, but he gets louder, more confident, and the excitement in your belly only grows.

“That is so sexy,” You say under your breath. You don’t expect him to respond, but the flush on his cheeks tells you he definitely heard you. He glances at you, curious and searching, and before you can ask why, his hand is settling hesitantly on your thigh.

It’s an innocent gesture, he doesn’t tease you or anything you could expect; he just leaves it there. The heat from his palm is scorching through the material of your skirt, and you catch yourself daydreaming several times about what exactly that hand could be doing to you. The rest of the drive is spent with the two of you talking about what music you listen to and your favorite artists, yet you find it impossible to completely focus on what you tell him. The weight of his hand on your thigh is too distracting.

Get it together, he isn’t even touching your skin, you tell yourself as he finally parks and rushes around to open your door for you. You beam at him in thanks and take his hand when he offers it. Together, you walk into a cute restaurant, already filled with people. You’re worried you won’t be able to get a table, and you start to voice your concern, but Namjoon just holds a single finger up and flags down the host.

“Reservation for two, Kim Namjoon,” He says easily, as if he dined at restaurants that required reservations every night. The host is quick to lead the two of you to a table in the far corner by a window, giving you an excellent view of the street. You can’t help but rake your eyes over Namjoom as he pulls your chair out for you and then takes his own seat. The light is soft and complimenting, making him almost seem to glow with obvious happiness as he perused the menu.

You do the same and find that several dishes look appetizing. You’ve just said as much to Namjoon, who agrees, when you notice the print at the bottom of the menu stating that this is apparently a Michelin-rated restaurant, and with a quick review, you’re shocked to find that there aren’t even prices listed on the menu. Your eyes shoot up to Namjoon, but he’s completely focused on his own menu, lost in the decision as he debates aloud what to get.

“Namjoon,” You say after a second. He looks up, eyes shining in the light, and smiles at you. “Not to be ungrateful, but you know you could’ve taken me somewhere else?”

He frowns, looking around. “If you don’t like it, we can leave,” He says quickly, and is clearly about to stand when you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

“No, it’s not that, this place is lovely, and the food looks delicious, I just…” You trail off, unsure how to verbalize the emotions swirling in your chest. “This is just a lot more than what a lot of guys would do for a first date.”

“Then I pity their dates,” He says without hesitation. He twists his wrist to catch your fingers in his and run his thumb along the back of your hand. “I want to treat you the way you deserve. If you want to leave and go somewhere else, we can. But I asked you out because I want to treat you, and this is how you deserve to be treated.” His expression is soft and earnest and the complete honesty in his words has you floored.

“Okay,” You say softly. “If you’re sure.”

“I am,” He says firmly. He keeps his hand on yours as the server comes, and Namjoon proceeds to order each dish you’d mentioned an interest in, silencing your protests with a single hard look that has your legs shaking. The waiter disappears, and you force yourself to relax. Even if whatever this is doesn’t go anywhere, you’re getting excellent conversation and Michelin-rated food. Like you would turn that down.

As the food appears, the two of you settle into a rhythm of conversation. You learn that he’s only at the garage part-time, the rest of his days spent pursuing one Master’s degree in Business and a second in Engineering and that while he originally interviewed at several other auto shops, none would hire him because they were so worried about his knack for destroying things around him. You tell him about how you got your jeep, how it got you through a Bachelor’s degree that you haven’t been able to put to use yet and a job that sucks most days but pays the bills well enough that you can still afford your Netflix account. Namjoon is ridiculously easy to talk to, so much so that by the time you’re digging into a fruit custard pastry dessert, it feels like you’ve known him your entire life. By the time you get back to your apartment and he’s walking you to your door, you can hardly believe you’ve only known him a week.

“So tell me,” You finally say as you stand in front of your door, key in hand. “How does a mechanic that’s studying for two Master’s degrees afford a restaurant like that? And you have to tell me, no backing out. I told you about the Great Flubber Incident of 2014, you owe me. Just don’t tell me you’re secretly a mafia lord or something.”

He laughs, and you memorize the sound. “No, it’s nothing like that. I’m just lucky, honestly. My parents were fairly well off and set up a trust when I was born so they put back a bunch of money for me my entire childhood, but then when I went to school, they were supportive and weirdly excited, so they’re covering all those expenses as well. The garage pays really well, and I split costs with my roommate at home, so that trust has mostly just been gathering dust. I like to bring it out every so often, just to treat myself and my friends.” He smiles, lacing his fingers with yours once more. “And really beautiful girls with remarkably awful jeeps that are somehow interested in going out with me.”

You can feel your cheeks turning pink even as you grin and step closer to him. “Well, I have to say, the whole ‘humble and clumsy yet gorgeous mechanic with a heart of gold’ thing is really working for me.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“Mhm.” You tug gently at his hands and he lets you pull him closer until you can slide your hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders. His arms automatically wrap around your waist, hands lingering innocently on your lower back. “I have to admit, though, you gave me a really good first date. I just expected there to be more of a take.” You chance a look up at him and delight in the way his pupils are dilated and slightly hazy.

“I’ll have to make a note of that for next time,” He says. You cock an eyebrow and you don’t miss the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“You seem confident that there’ll be a next time,” You tease. His hands slide to grip your hips, tight and unyielding, and your breath catches in your throat.

“There will be,” He says. His nose is brushing yours, and you aren’t even sure when he got so close, but you know you want him to get even closer. The heat between your thighs is enough to make your legs weak, and it only worsens as he reaches up and glides his hand along your cheek and neck. “I’ll make sure of that.”

“Will you please just kiss me, Joon, before my neighbors can come out and comp-” He does, then, cutting you off in the middle of your sentence and you can’t even remember what you were going to say because his lips are so soft and they’re moving against yours so perfectly that you can feel your actual soul expanding and filling every inch of your being. His hand slides to cup your cheek, tilting you so he can deepen the kiss and slide his tongue along yours, and his grip on your hip tightens so hard that you know you’re going to have bruises the next morning and you relish in the thought.

Your own hands are busy exploring; they slide up to grip Namjoon’s biceps - firm and strong and you want to bite it - before moving to feel along his chest, finally getting to touch the muscles that you know are there. You whimper slightly as your fingers dip along the edges of his pecs, and your legs are threatening to give out completely.

Namjoon kisses you like he won’t get to do so ever again; it’s sweet and exciting and hesitant and dominating all at once, much like Namjoon himself, and your skin feels like it’s going to melt off your bones if he doesn’t run his hands over it, and you don’t ever want this moment to stop because your heart is beating out of your chest and your stomach is doing somersaults but your head is spinning and you also need to unlock your door if you want to get him in your bed, but you can’t feel your keys in your hand anymore and you don’t even know when you dropped them.

Eventually, he pulls away, eyes still closed as he leans his forehead against yours and just breathes. His chest is heaving in time with yours and you can feel his hands trembling slightly where they rest against your cheek, and you want to kiss him until they’re steady again but you also have a sneaking suspicion that it would be counter-productive.

“I really should get going,” He whispers, and he winces like he can feel your heart drop to your feet. “I know, but I have to open the shop in the morning, and I wanna get there early to finish a project.” The grimace on his face is more than enough to tell you that he wants to leave just as much as you want him to - which is to say, not at all, you’re almost to the point where you’d like him to come in and then never leave again. Nevertheless, you know the pain of opening shifts and deadlines, so you force yourself to nod.

“I get it,” You tell him, though neither of you has made any move to let go of the other. “I’ve got work tomorrow anyway,” true, though not until the afternoon, “And my apartment could use a clean,” false, you cleaned it that day so it was perfect if he happened to come in, “And…and your job is important.”

He sighs, grip tightening once more before he takes a single step back. He bends down to grab your dropped keys and slides them into your still-somewhat shaky hand.

“Text me?” He says, and his voice is hushed and tentative. You wonder if he expects you to say no.

“Like you can ever stop me now,” You reply with a grin, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. He grins and this time you don’t hesitate to poke at the dimples that appear.

“I’ll see ya,” He says with a grin as he presses one last kiss to your hand before turning and heading back to his car. There’s a lightness in his steps, and even from here you can see his grin.

“See ya,” You call into the night before heading into your apartment.

That one date quickly turns into two which turns into three which turns into so many you can’t count. It seems like every time you both have time off that overlaps, you’re out. Movies, dinner, an afternoon at a museum exhibit, even a picnic by the river. It’s wonderful and your heart flutters with joy every time you think about it, and even Taehyung had commented about how happy you seemed recently. You kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but the worst thing that happened was that they had to wait for a part to come in to finish fixing JeepJeep, and that couldn’t be helped. Namjoon was even paying out of pocket to get it expedited, despite your protests that he didn’t have to and that you’d be happy to pay for it yourself.

Still, as adamant that Namjoon was that he treat you at every turn, you had your own plans. You’d paid for several meals before he had the chance, bought him more than one gift that made his eyes crinkle in delight, and frequently brought him dinner on nights where he worked late.

This was one such night. Bag of takeout in hand as you walk the short distance from the bus stop to the garage, you can see the light inside even from here. The music can be heard even as you step into the lot, a thudding bass that drowns out all other noise around it - not that there’s anything nearby open at this time of night. You can just barely see Namjoon’s legs sticking out from under the back of some Kia, and you hear him muttering along to the song playing. He’s the last one here, as you’ve discovered is the usual schedule in the garage; it gave him a multitude of time to work and study, and he seemed to prefer it when no one was around. The garage was warm inside, a combination of heating and the industrial lights that kept everything blazing, but tonight you were grateful for it; the cool breeze of the afternoon was just starting to turn that bit too chilly, and the sundress you’d put on earlier was just shy of being warm.

“Hey,” You call, “I brought you some dinner. You wanna eat in the office?” He rolls out from under the Kia, and as usual, you’re floored by just how sexy he looks in his work uniform. Jumpsuit rolled down to his hips to combat the heat in the garage, white tee sticking to his chest and highlighting the muscles that make you drool, the cap on and turned backwards so the oil and gunk doesn’t get in his hair. He gives you a dimpled smile as he stands and wipes his hands on a nearby rag.

“Nah, we can eat out here, give me a second to wash my hands.” He disappears into an employees-only area, and you can hear the faint sound of water running as you pull over a couple of stools and get the food set up on one of the workbenches. Namjoon reappears, drying his hands on a clean rag that he tucks into the waistband of his uniform. “I actually have a surprise for you,” He says as he sits.

“Oh really?” Your mouth is stuffed full of chicken, and he laughs at the sight. You make a face at him before swallowing. “What surprise?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you ahead of time, would it?” He makes a face in return and digs into his own food. You huff a little; you’ve never been very good at being patient, especially when you know you’re getting a present. You were notorious for sneaking into Christmas presents early, to the point where your parents started keeping them at your grandparents’ house to keep you from breaking into them.

The two of you eat in relative silence, only broken by the occasional anecdote of your day. When the food is finished, you both clean up the trash and Namjoon stretches as he leans back against the workbench. The position highlights his body and you can’t help yourself wondering what it looks like without the layers. As many dates as you’ve been on, there’s always been some reason or another why neither of you could spend the night; one of you worked too late, the other worked too early the next day, his roommate was home, you were dogsitting for Taehyung. It was frustrating and infuriating and you’d been about five seconds from ripping his clothes off the last time you’d seen him.

“So,” You drawl, giving him an expectant look. “What’s my surprise?”

“I really thought you’d last longer than that. Is the pleasure of my company not enough for you?”

“Joon, please, I’m dying, I waited for you to finish eating and everything because I’m such a good girlfriend.” You pout at him, but you don’t miss the stifled grin when you call yourself his girlfriend. He heaves a dramatic sigh and pushes off the workbench to take your hand.

“Alright, close your eyes,” He says. You obey immediately, following carefully as he leads you through the garage. You hear the bay door closing as you pass, and you assume the automatic timer kicked in to close them all for the night. You’re distracted from your thought as a soft clunk echoes in the garage and Namjoon lets out a soft curse. Still, he’s careful to keep you from any hazards as he guides you, eventually stopping you at what you figure is the other end of the garage.

“Okay,” He says, apprehension ringing through his voice. “You can open them.” You do, and you nearly sob at what you see.

JeepJeep, in all its glory, polished and waxed and shined, and looking nearly new again. You step forward and run your hand along the hood slowly. You whip around to face him with hope in your eyes.

“Go ahead, start her up.” You rush into the driver’s seat and find the key on the dash, ready and waiting. You slide them into the ignition but find yourself hesitating before you start it. You’re so hopeful, so ready for her to work the way she did when you first got her, that you aren’t sure what you’ll do if she doesn’t. Apprehension settles in your chest, clawing its way up your throat. You glance to Namjoon again and at his encouraging grin, you turn the key.

Your jeep absolutely roars to life, immediately, and she sounds beautiful. Better than the day your parents handed over her key, better than you’ve ever heard her, and you could weep, you’re so happy.

Instead, you turn her off, exit the vehicle, and stride the few steps to the hood where Namjoon is standing to pull him into a heated kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair immediately, pulling him in as close as you can. Words aren’t enough for this, can’t express the sheer and immense gratitude that you feel, the absolute elation at having your jeep back. He returns the kiss, surprised but content as his hands settle on the curve of your hips.

You deepen the kiss, surging upwards and pressing your body flush against Namjoon’s until you’re almost stumbling forward. He steadies you and, without breaking the kiss, walks you back until you’re resting against the hood of your jeep. You can feel the beginnings of his arousal against your hip, and you want more. You want to show him how grateful you are. You part from his lips to ghost your lips down his neck until you get to his throat, at which point you bite. It’s gentler than you usually would be, but it still makes him hiss, and you lap at the mark left to lessen the pain.

When Namjoon’s hands start sliding down, dangerously close to your ass, you bite again, this time suckling at the skin. You don’t stop until he hisses your name and tangles a hand in your hair, loose and wild, and when you finally do pull back, you give him the most innocent smile.

“We’re in the middle of the shop, are you seriously trying to-”

“Do you want me to stop?” You interrupt, cocking a brow at him. His eyes are blown wide and there’s a quickly-forming hickey on his neck that you take great pride in, and he looks like he’s struggling with himself.

“This isn’t how I pictured this,” He finally admits, and you smile.

“It’s not how I pictured it, either,” You agree. He looks slightly relieved that you had other plans as well, but at this point, you’re too far gone to care about those plans. Your nice, comfortable bed is ideal, yes, but it is also so far away, and you really can’t wait that long.

You maintain the eye contact with him as you slide down to your knees, hands massaging up and down his thighs. “Do you want me to stop?” You ask again, softer, as your hands hesitate just shy of the hardness you can feel through his uniform. Your breath ghosts along it, you’re that close to it, but you refrain from touching it at all until he gives you a sharp look.

“Fuck, no, I don’t,” He finally says, and you grin. You can hardly believe you’re about to do this, honestly, even as Namjoon unbuttons the next few clasps to his jumpsuit to reveal all he’s wearing under it is his boxers. You don’t wait for him to take them off, instead sliding the band down just enough for his dick to spring free.

You’re not ashamed at how your mouth waters at the sight.

You’ve never thought of dicks as being anything attractive, in and of themselves. For everyone else you’d been with, they were merely a tool to be used, attached to an attractive man and attractive in their skill, but not in their looks.

God, you were so wrong.

Namjoon’s dick is glorious. Seriously beautiful. It’s long and thick and curves just barely, and you clench instinctively at the thought of it inside you. You’d be worried at how you’re going to fit it if you couldn’t already feel the wetness dripping down your thigh. You were so turned on it could probably slide right in, and you clench again at the thought before reminding yourself that you were on a mission.

The first brush of your hand against his dick has Namjoon huffing, impatient and ready to feel your mouth on him. It’s the first you’ve seen of his authoritative side all night, and you decide that you want more of it. You glide your fingers along the length of him, ghosting over the tip just enough for him to know you were there at all before repeating the motion, again and again. He thrusts forward just a small bit each time, chasing the feeling of your hand, and you can’t stop the smirk on your face as you look up to find him glaring down at you.

“I thought you were going to do something down there,” He growls. You do your best not to shiver at the sound of it.

“I am doing something,” You reply cheekily as you slide your thumb along his slit. He hisses again and shudders. “Isn’t there supposed to be a give and take?”

“If you don’t put that mouth of yours to work, you’re going to see exactly what take means,” He tells you, and you grow hotter at the thought. It must show on your face because he raises a brow at you. “Oh, is that what you want, baby? You want me to take it?” You moan a little at the thought, and though you’re never going to admit it, he knows, just by that small tell.

“Then I’ll take it.” He tightens the grip he has in your hair. “Open your mouth for me, baby.” You comply, and he slides in completely. You can feel him hitting the back of your throat and your nose is buried in the small patch of dark hair at the base of his dick and you don’t even care. Your eyes roll back a little as he slides himself back out before thrusting in once more, and you moan around his cock.

The sound makes him shiver, and he repeats the action, tip hitting your throat once more, and you moan again. He hisses your name and it sounds like music to your ears. You slack your jaw, allowing him more room, and run your tongue along the underside as he slides in and out, groaning softly at the feeling.

“Fuck, you like this baby?” He asks you, falling forward slightly to brace himself against the hood of your jeep. “You like it when I use your mouth like this? Like it when you’re just a little cockslut for me?” You whimper and do your best to nod, though it’s difficult when he’s shoved his dick so far back in your throat that you’re swallowing around it. The taste of his pre-cum hits your tongue as he slides back out, and you’ve honestly never tasted anything so good in your life.

“You’re so good for me like this, baby,” He says. “You’re so pretty like this, on your knees for me. So fucking gorgeous, god, I could cum just like this.” You whine at that; if he’s going to cum inside of you, you sure as hell don’t want it to be down your throat.

He stops the next time he slides out, a soft pop echoing through the room as he does. There’s a trail of spit connecting your lips and the tip of his cock and it’s so erotic you could cum just from that. He’s dripping pre-cum and you give small kitten licks to lap it up before it can fall to the ground. His free hand cradles your chin and he pulls your face up to look him in the eye.

“Get up,” He commands. You obey, scrambling to your feet and glad to get off the cool concrete floor of the garage. He pushes you back until you hit the hood of the jeep, hands running along your legs and up the skirt of your dress. He grips the backs of your thighs and lifts, with more strength than you realized he had, until you’re sitting on the hood, legs splayed around him. He darts forward and sucks a mark into the skin of your collarbone, and you whimper at the feeling of his lips on you.

His hands slide up your thighs, teasing and light, and they drag the skirt of your dress up with them. By the time you can feel the air against your clothed core, he’s pulled back, and when you open your eyes, you find him staring straight at it.

“Shit, babe,” He hisses, “Lace? Fuck, I almost don’t wanna take them off.”

“Then don’t,” You reply without hesitation. He looks up at you, and a crooked smile slowly comes over his face.

“God, you really are fucking perfect, aren’t you?” He mutters. He leans in again and kisses you hard. It’s unforgiving and sloppy and hot and when added to the heat of his hands against your inner thighs as he slowly strokes your skin, it has you grinding against the air for some form of release.

“Please, Joon,” You gasp, hands grasping desperately at his shirt. “Please, please, I need you.”

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” He whispers, laughter clear in his voice as one finger moves to slide against your slit. Even through the fabric, the friction makes you buck, and you can’t stop the moan as he flicks at your clit. “You’re so wet, baby. Absolutely soaked. Tell me, are you always like this when you’re around me?”

You whimper as he moves his fingers to the side to slide his fingers along your slit once more, collecting your wetness as he does. One starts to slowly rub circles just above your clit, close enough that it has you moaning, but so far away from where you need them to be. Your body is shuddering, and you’re dimly aware of your hips rolling to match his circles.

“I asked you a question.” His voice is harsh in your ear as his palm slaps against your thigh. The pain lingers, just enough to make you clench around nothing, and you can feel yourself getting wetter. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” You gasp. “Yes, I’m always this wet around you.” He smiles and slides a finger inside of you. It’s easy, and you contract around him,

“Good girl,” He tells you, thrusting his finger in and out. You whimper again, and he presses a kiss against your neck. Your hips are moving of their own accord, rutting desperately into his hand. “Now tell me, have you imagined this? Did you think about me fucking you in this garage, making you cum with just my fingers?”

You nod quickly. “Yes, yes, I’ve thought about it.” You moan as he slides another finger inside and begins you fucking with them, curling them just enough that they brush against the one spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. “Fuck, Joon, please, I need you.” You’re fucking yourself against his hand, hips grinding hard against his hand. The meat of his palm presses deliciously against your clit, and you feel like sobbing, you’re so close.

His fingers slide out of you, leaving you contracting around nothing, and the emptiness echoes throughout your chest. “Ssh, baby,” Namjoon says softly. You feel a finger against your lips and instinctually open your mouth. He slides his fingers inside and you suck, licking your own slick off of them. You look at him as you do it, and relish in the fact that he looks just as wrecked as you feel. “Fuck, I need to be in you. Do you have a condom?”

“No, it’s fine,” You say quickly. “I’ve got an IUD, we’re both clean, please just fuck me, Joon, I need it.” His grip on your thigh tightens at your words, and he nods.

“Yeah, okay,” He mutters. He pushes lightly against your shoulder and you let him. He lays you back on the hood, gripping your thighs and pulling your hips down to line himself up with your entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.”

“I know, it’s all you, Joon,” You tell him, back arching as you feel the tip of his dick against your entrance. “It’s all because of you, you get me like this, just wanna fuck you all day.”

With a groan, he slams into you, and you gasp. Your back arches up off the hood at the same time your legs wrap around his hips to keep him inside you. The moan tears itself from your throat, echoing through the building, and you’re glad for the music still booming through the garage. Namjoon moves, one hand bracing himself against the jeep as he lets himself adjust to the feeling of your raw heat against him and the other keeping your hips steady in an iron grip.

“Fuck, Namjoon, move, please,” You whine, hips already grinding against him in an effort to entice him into following your wishes. He nods and starts shallow thrusts. The stretch burns in a way that makes you want more, and you can feel every inch of him inside of you as he begins to fuck you harder.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” He moans, and if that isn’t the best sound you’ve ever heard, you aren’t sure what is. “God, I fucking…fucking love the feel of your pussy around me, it’s so good, and you’re fucking beautiful like this, taking my cock so well, babe.” You whimper and roll your hips against his, hands scrambling for any kind of purchase against the hood of the jeep and finding none.

“Harder, Joon, fuck,” You pant, moving to grip your own thighs in a desperate attempt to release some of the energy building up in your gut. He complies, fucking you harder against the jeep. You think you can hear it moving, but you can’t be sure, because all of your focus is currently on the pressure against your pelvis, the way the rolling heat between your legs is expanding, and you can’t even be bothered to control the wanton moans coming out of your mouth. Namjoon is just as loud, your name falling from his lips like a prayer as he pumps in and out of you. One of his hands moves and he shifts, angling so that he hits your sweet spot with every thrust while his other hands begins to rub hard circles on your clit in time with his fucking.

“Fuck, yes, come on, baby, cum on my dick, wanna see you cum for me, wanna feel you as I fill you up,” Namjoon hisses, slapping at your thigh once more. That does the trick, the rubber band in your belly snapping as you reach your high; your back comes off the hood completely and you shoot forward, hands gripping Namjoon’s shirt so hard you think it might rip, hips rocking against his as you ride out your high.

It only takes a few shallow thrusts while you’re spasming around him for Namjoon to fall over that edge as well, and you can feel the hot liquid settling inside of you. There’s more of it than you thought there would be, enough that even as he slides out, you can’t miss the way it drips out of you.

You’re both panting as Namjoon slides your panties back into place, a smirk on his face as he does. You look at each other, and you let yourself fall back onto your elbows.

“I’ll get the lights and the music if you get the door,” He says. You’re up in a flash, heading to the door controls by the bay your jeep is parked at as Namjoon hurtles through the garage to turn off the music and lights. It takes less than five minutes, and only a couple of minor incidents in which you hear something fall to the garage floor, and you’re speeding down the road to your apartment.

If you had to stop in the parking lot of your building and ride him in the backseat, then, well…no one needed to know but the two of you.

#fic: give and take #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon fanfiction #rm x reader #mechanic!namjoon #mechanic namjoon #kpop fanfiction #reader insert #fluff #ddaenggtan #it's finally done!!! i'm so excited

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badstoriesaboutgoodpeople · 5 years

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Life is a Series of Choices- Chapter Two

AN: Here’s chapter two!! This is where my original work begins. This is more of a filler chapter, the next few will be more exciting I promise. I want this story to be about five chapters total, and my goal is to have all of it up by the end of August, but I’m not sure if that will actually end up happening. Hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 1,230

Warnings: none

A few days passed and Melissa often found herself thinking back to coffee with Jamie. She hadn’t connected with someone like that in such a long time, hadn’t been able to get lost in a conversation and talk for hours. She had found somebody she could actually enjoy spending time with, but of course he wanted to be just friends. Of course, Melissa respected Jamie’s reasons, but it was still disappointing. They’d texted back and forth a few times, and their most recent plans included lunch, and tickets for Melissa and Skylar to come to a game that evening. Lunch was at one of the many small restaurants near the American Airlines Centre, and Melissa found herself losing track of time again. Jamie had a sort of quality about him that made anything he said seem interesting. They chatted until Jamie’s phone was blowing up and he realized he needed to be at the arena. They argued about who would cover the bill, with Melissa finally winning. Jamie insisted he walk Melissa to her car again, then quickly remembered he had a small gift for her. He ran to his car, and returned with two bags in hand.

“Jerseys,” he supplied when Melissa gave him a questioning look. “I wasn’t sure if you and Skylar had any, so I figured I might as well.”

“Oh, thanks! Good luck tonight, not that I think you’ll need it,” said Melissa, giving Jamie a small wave as she got into the front seat of her car. She met Skylar at her apartment where they relaxed and watched Netflix until it was time for them to begin getting ready. Skylar was predictably thrilled by the jersey, letting out a squeal she would later make Melissa promise had never happened. They shared an Uber to the American Airlines Centre, early enough that they’d be able to get a good spot down by the ice for warm ups. Sure enough, when the boys skated out Jamie’s eyes wandered for a moment before he found the two of them. He offered them a small smile before beginning his warm up. When they made it to their seats a few rows back from the penalty box, Skylar turned to Melissa.

“So, how was your date today?”

“Skylar, I told you it wasn’t a date, he just ended things with a long term girlfriend and just wants to be friends for now. Nothing serious,” responded Melissa, sipping her overpriced drink.

“Mhm, he gets you amazing seats, gives you his jersey, and looks for you as soon as he’s on the ice? Friends my ass.”

“I swear, it’s nothing. Trust me, you’ll be the first one to know if anything happens,” said Melissa. Before she could continue the lights were dimming and the players were beginning to make their entrances. The game seemed to fly by, and by the time it was all said and done the Stars were walking away with the victory. Melissa knew Jamie likely wouldn’t see his phone for a while but that didn’t stop her from sending him a quick congratulatory text message. It wasn’t until she made it back to her apartment that she saw the response.

M: Great job out there! You guys killed it. Thanks again for the tickets :)

J: Thanks! :) No worries, any time you want to come to a game you can always ask.

M: Will do. Better not tell Skylar that though, or else every time she has the night off she’ll be pestering me for tickets XD

J: Just between us then ;)

J: Oh, I was wondering if you’d maybe be interested in hanging out over the all star break? I know it’s a long time away but I’m not sure what it’s like for you trying to get time off from work. If you can’t don’t worry about it, no pressure. Just know the offer stands if you’re interested.

M: Well depends what you have planned. I don’t just take time off for anything, this better be good Benn :p

J: Was thinking of keeping it pretty lowkey. Find a beach somewhere tropical, rent a beach house, spend some time in paradise.

M: I’d love to join you but my bank account says otherwise :( thanks for the offer though

J: My treat. You deserve to relax too you know!

M: Jamie I can’t let you do that even if I can get the time off

J: Just think about it. Like I said, the offer stands.

Melissa was shocked to say the least. Friends don’t normally offer to pay for other friends to accompany them to some tropical beach somewhere for a week in January. Yet, here Jamie was. She was conflicted, hell she didn’t even know if she’d be able to get the time off. Why would Jamie offer something like this? He wasn’t the type to really throw his money around or spend it in over the top ways. Unless… well, unless he wanted things to move in a less than friendly direction. Melissa certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea, but saying she didn’t have any doubts about getting into a relationship with Jamie would be a lie. Before she let herself think about the offer any more she decided to text her boss to see if getting time off would even be plausible.

M: Hey Ava, I was just wondering, what would my chances of getting a week off at the end of January be? A: With this much notice pretty good, why? M: Oh just wondering. Considering maybe booking a vacation.

A: I see. I won’t make any promises but it shouldn’t be too hard. Let me know when you’ve made a decision and then we can start looking for people to cover your shifts.

M: Will do! Well shit, now she had to seriously consider this trip. Like everyone else who’s in a tough spot, the first thing she did was Facetime Skylar.

“Sky, I have a dilemma. Jamie just asked me if I wanted to spend all star break with him at the end of January.” “So? He wants to hang out? What’s the big deal?” “He wants to rent a beach house somewhere tropical and he wants to pay for me. What the hell am I supposed to do? If I say yes I’ll feel guilty that he’s spending his money on me. If I say no and tell him I can’t get time off I’ll feel guilty for lying because I talked to Ava and she told me I could most likely get the time off.”

“Well if he wants you to join him I say go for it. Besides, it’s only October. Wait and see what happens between now and then, and you can always change your mind.”

“Thanks babe, I don’t know what I’d do without you and your advice.” Skylar ended the call with a small wave and a smile, and Melissa was left alone once again to consider her options. If Jamie was using this trip as a way to get closer to her, she trusted him enough to not force her into something she didn’t want. And if paying for tropical retreats was just something Jamie did for his friends, Melissa wasn’t one to complain. Jamie was right, she did deserve a vacation. Melissa made up her mind; she’d text Jamie tomorrow after work.

#jamie benn imagine #jamie benn #life is a series of choices #hockey imagines #hockey writing #liasoc #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl writing

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wcterboi · 5 years

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okay, it’s been a good while since i’ve written with anyone but i’m super excited to get back into it! axel is my new take on an old character of mine who was never really fleshed out much. i’m excited to share this new version of my emo prince with y’all!

/ zayn malik, agender + he/him / i just saw axel lewis at the wishing wall and i swear i heard them ask juliet for a muse by his side forever. people have said they��re a twenty six year old musician i got the feeling they were a scorpio because i’ve never seen them without the silver chain on his jeans but i could be wrong. they don’t have a timer, makes sense since people have said they feel apprehensive about soulmates, i heard they told someone “they hollow you out and tear you down and eat you alive.” i guess they’re from seattle, washington but have lived in asota for two weeks and i could have sworn their soulmate mark is a knife in an open wound on their right shoulder blade. you know people have said they’re kind of apathetic for a queer but you really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. oh no, they left their phone here and it looks like they just got a text from their father and it says “you’re dead to me.” ♡ / penned by teddy, 22, pst, they/them /

micah axel lewis was born to the multi generation millionaire lewis family, it’s said that his ancestors on his father’s side originally navigated the northwest corner of the united states. ( lewis & clark, y’all. ) most of his family money is concentrated in technology at this point, the lewis’ are silent partners/board members for most of the major tech companies in the world. they also have quite a few hospitals, banks and investment firms within their grasp as well. let’s not also forget the university buildings named after them.

lennox lewis always wanted his best for his child. for micah to be the smartest, most successful, logical, businessman that had ever graced the lewis family line. from age five, he sent micah to intensive academic bootcamps, stifled his creativity and self expression.

where was his mom in all of this you ask? she was being the socialite that she was raised to be.

azra bukhari found herself in an arrangement to marry lennox at the age of twenty five. at first she wondered if lennox would ever love her, it kept her up at night. she knew what her father was getting out of this hoax. it was a way for her foreign oil tycoon father to secure his place in the american market along with bringing a new and booming technological aspect to his future business which would keep the family accounts strong for generations to come.

then she met him, ice blue eyes, dark hair, a sharp jaw & pale skin. in that moment, she could feel her bone shatter as she fell and the knife behind her ear burned as it changed. the mark stretch and grew, it seemed to move as if trying to flee from her body. before her eyes fluttered shut, all she saw were pale blue eyes burning into her. when she woke up, there was a detailed mark of a knife going into an open wound on her chest.

blinking slowly, she turned her head and saw the same mark on lennox’s cheek and in that moment she wept. she was never one to believe in divination but in what world could a mark like this tying them together be a good thing? and it wasn’t. she knew from the minute she saw the splotch on her baby boy’s back that things were not going to get any better for them. for a few years she tried but after that, azra stopped really being a mom to micah and began to treat him like a trophy as she tried to drown her loveless marriage in parties, lavish gowns and enthralling jewelry.

at age eleven, he was sent to his first boarding school and by thirteen, axel was the name he gave to his teachers and friends. (only his parents still call him micah at this point in his life.) away from his father’s watchful eye, axel’s stifled self and expression and creativity came out in droves and stunned his teachers. not only was this boy extremely intellectual, he was a creative genius to boot. by eighteen, he had already figured out that he was going to do music and performance art as a career. by twenty he had secured a place at university of berkeley school of music and after that there was no looking back. at twenty four, he signed his first record deal and by twenty six, he’d done his first minor stint in rehab. then he moved to asosta, mainly to get away form his family but mostly to find his inspiration again and possibly love...if it existed. which he didn’t think it did.

you read his story, didn’t you? he’s being hearing it since he could talk and his mother always said, “your soul mark is a knife in the back, i think you were born to be hurt.” and how true that was, his father hurt him with his lack of acceptance, his mother hurt him with her apathy and he hurt himself by inheriting that apathy for himself and others. hopefully he’ll find a reason to unlearn it.

okay so he’s super sarcastic, a bit morbid, relatively stoic and quiet.

pretty wise, into art and music, will usually have a guitar on him or a sketch pad.

might want to give you a stick & poke, might also want to ghost hunt and try and scare you.

loves caves and gemstones, honest’y is like a kid when it comes to exploring and spelunking.

takes a while to break his shell and get used to people.

#chem.intro

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miseriathome · 5 years

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Like honestly it’s not enough to be like “sorry for my friends” because if your friends can’t deal with social interactions without becoming incredibly emotional and don’t have the resources to pay for their own shit and don’t even have the fine motor control to swipe their fucking credit cards as a result of whatever substances they’re on, you really shouldn’t be bringing them to a public place where some poor customer service/retail worker is going to have to face the brunt of their aggression and shouting, like y’all know I’m not about ableism but seriously I was straight-up worried somebody would be injured tonight and I’m not cool with that and if your friend is on drugs that impair their judgement and fine motor control and social function, you really need to think about how teenagers and stuff who are working nighttime closing shifts in the dark are going to react to being shouted at by an adult who can’t grasp the concept of “closing” or “the law”

I’m quite actually straight-up told my coworkers that if there was ever an active shooter, I would take the shot for them, and I wasn’t kidding and like. I would straight-up fight somebody to keep everyone else safe but. You have a social responsibility a well to make sure that your fucked-up friends aren’t going out in public being riled-up and screaming because their bank accounts didn’t have enough money or they weren’t allowed to buy things after closing time, or they got locked out because the building is fucking closed, like oh my god I am quite literally not paid enough to deal with people who are drugged up to the point of aggression and I actually have a lot of personal trauma surrounding aggressive non-sober people physically assaulting me, like please keep your fucking friends at home I am begging you I do not make enough money to have to be the adult in the room for a bunch of young people who aren’t equipped to handle the possibility of a violent outburst

Also there’s some speculation that one of my coworker’s cars got broken into by that group which is just. Not cool. Like what the fuck. All his seats were fucked up and smelled like cigarettes and he was missing his charging cables so like. Please for the love of god use your damn drugs in your own damn space. I literally work with teenagers and I don’t need them being scarred in the same ways I am because you decided that being uncontrollably high on some shit was a good time to be out and about.

I’m just. I’m still pissed as shit and it was quite actually terrifying to be in that situation and to have to be the one who dealt with them during the 2/3 (two out of three) encounters in which they were present. It was just. I never thought that at the age of 22, I would have to be the adult in the room actively working to deescalate an unpredictable aggressive situation, and I really just wanted to protect my coworkers in case any actual violence went down. And it’s just like. I was older than the manager, too (who dealt with 1/3 of the situations). So. I just. I’m too young to have these kinds of crises. I shouldn’t have been the one to calculate in real time how to pacify these people why never should have been allowed in in the first place.

I just. It was such a bad night. It was scary. I learned that I’m good in a crisis, but it really wasn’t worth learning. And hopefully I get something out of this shitty experience, because I took the lead out of the like five of us who were pretty rattled about it, and I was successful, and there were witnesses and I kept everyone safe and calm and they definitively know now that I am a person who can stand up to extremely difficult situations.

But like. God, I still don’t know if it was fucking worth it for the nervous breakdown I’m having now.

Customer service is bad, kids.

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #personal #my life #pls no rebagel #not sober

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As someone who’s been Frankensteining PCs together from the leftovers from other people’s upgrades for over twenty years now, I want to let y’all know that building/repairing a desktop PC* is not hard. The hardest part for me is going through the specs for motherboards/CPUs/memory and making sure everything’s compatible, and if you’re doing a major upgrade, sites like Newegg often sell bundles of components guaranteed to work together.

Some PC manufacturers do try to make it harder because they want you to buy a whole new computer from them instead of replacing one component. I recommend building your own from scratch if you can, or, if that’s too intimidating, having a trusted friend build you one that you can then work on upgrading piece by piece to build your confidence. However, if you can’t afford that (gods know I couldn’t if I hadn’t originally built my computer when I was living with family), grit your teeth, go slowly, and remember to chant, “Die capitalist scum, die,” whenever you encounter an unexpected difficulty.

You will need:

A Phillips-head screwdriver. Just average sized, not huge or tiny. (So technical! So specific! But seriously, I’ve had no problems using whatever’s handy.)

A container in which to put your screws. You can use a Solo cup for this, or a plastic container for leftovers, or even flip over an empty paper drink cup and use the shallow container formed by the bottom part. I’m not judging. Just make sure the lil fuckers can’t roll away and hide under your desk for the rest of time.

A large flat surface (desk, countertop, kitchen table, etc).

If you’re doing anything with the CPU/motherboard (CPU used here to mean “the chip about the size of a large coin that functions as your computer’s brain”, not “the entire box”), have some rubbing alcohol, q-tips, and thermal paste handy. (I use Arctic Silver.)**

You will probably find it nice to have:

A flashlight. Headlamps/small flashlights you can hold in your mouth have worked best for me, since you don’t have to give up the use of a hand so you can see, but I did yesterday’s motherboard swap with just my phone’s LED, and that went fine.

A can of compressed air. You don’t need this if you’re building from scratch, but if you haven’t cracked the case in a while... well, dust happens. So does pet hair. A can of air will clear that shit away without the risk of getting tiny spit droplets on your sensitive electronic components. (I’ve blown dust away and it’s been fine, but still, compressed air is better if you have the time and spare cash to get some.)

A personal grounding strap to keep static from zapping your components. I have literally never used one -- I just frequently touch the exposed metal parts of my PC case, and that keeps the static from happening -- but if it gives you peace of mind, go for it, they’re like $5.

Speccy. It’s a free program that will show you all your components and specs, which is great for me because no fucking way do I remember anything about parts I installed five years ago. I always check Speccy before ordering new components, to make sure everything will play nicely together.

A phone or tablet you can use to google for additional help.

That’s it, that’s all you need to fiddle around with your computer’s guts.

If you want to know what should go in your computer’s guts, there’s a very simple explanation of the components you need at my bank’s website? For some reason?***

If you’re replacing a component, at this point, your job is to find the thing, unplug any cables that go into it, take it out of your computer, put the new one in, plug the cables back in, and you’re good to go. Your component will usually have instructions showing you what goes where. If it doesn’t, google is your friend.

Things to keep in mind:

Components should fit neatly into place, and you shouldn’t force them. However, things like memory sticks and video cards can take a bit of pressure to slot into place, so finding that sweet spot between “super gentle” and “forcing and possibly breaking your components” will be terrifying the first few times. Or at least, it will if you’re anything like my high-anxiety self. To make it less terrifying: use your light source to get in there and be sure it’s lined up properly with the slot. Double- and triple-checking is a good thing when you’re starting out. If there are clips to hold the component in place, make sure they’re disengaged. Also, don’t go from gentle push to slamming your whole body weight down on it: slowly increase the pressure as you push. Although it’s possible to break something if you just force it in without paying much attention, my generally careless and clumsy self has never had this happen, even once, so just make sure you’re putting the thing in the right place and you should be fine.

If you have to take the cooler off your CPU, note that it will probably take some messing around to get it off. You will not break it. Just go slow and keep breathing.

Once the cooler is off your CPU, you’ll want to take your q-tip and alcohol and carefully wipe away the old, dried-up thermal paste, because it’s not going to conduct heat so well anymore now that you’ve messed with it. Before you put the cooler back, draw an X on the CPU with your tube of fresh thermal paste. That’s all you need to do.

And those are all the basic things I wish someone had told me when I was starting out.

My biggest piece of advice, though? Find friends who also build their own computers, because then the magic of the upgrade chain takes place. My childhood computer was made out of hand-me-down parts, where my mom would get an upgrade, and her old part would go to my stepdad, and then his old part would go to me. Brand new components were special things, that would show up very rarely for my birthday and Yule, but otherwise, my computers were entirely dependent on the upgrade chain. If you’re poor, having an upgrade chain going with your friends can be a wonderful source of unexpected free upgrades, which can make the difference between an out of date computer that can still play most games, and a constantly-crashing piece of shit that makes you want to cry when you try to run anything.

* I’m sure there’s someone who’s like, “Who even uses desktops anymore?” and the answer is a) gamers, and b) people who are on their computers all day and want to not be in major pain, because laptops are a goddamn ergonomic nightmare and so as someone with chronic pain, I hate them. If your laptop is causing you pain, I can’t recommend an ergonomic desktop setup enough.

** Remember how I mentioned some PC manufacturers will make things harder on you? The one and only prebuilt PC I’ve ever owned -- a gift -- had an unnecessarily large CPU cooler that had to be removed completely in order to get to the power supply. After my power supply died, I had to deal with all the bullshit involved in replacing it, and vowed to never again use a pre-built PC because fuck that shit. And I always keep thermal paste handy, just in case.

*** Hey, so since my bank’s computer building page was one of the top google results, I’m going to pimp out my referral link now, because I’m poor and have huge medical bills and hey, free $20 for both of us. If you’re not interested, you can stop reading here.

Do you like bank accounts with no fees whatsoever, because they just do the sensible thing and deny the transaction if you don’t have the money instead of charging you $30 for going $0.02 over your limit? Do you like minimalistic debit card design in aesthetically-pleasing white and blue? Do you like being able to put money aside for specific goals, and then hide that money from your available balance so you don’t accidentally spend it? Do you like really fucking amazing customer service? Well, if you sign up with Simple, you can have that. And if you use the link in the previous sentence, you get $20 free the first time you use your debit card, and I get the same amount, which is 1/3 of a doctor visit! Help me go see a doctor, please.

#i swear this was not meant to be a shameless cash grab #i replaced my mobo yesterday #because it was dying #and now i have working usb ports again #and that's awesome

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swaggedout-foreverrralone · 3 years

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2021: Pass/Fail

Hey, y’all!

So, we all know that 2020 was just a hot mess, right? I was still struggling with job hunting and I’ve been in the same rut I’ve been in since I graduated college in 2018. Things started to look up in June of last year because I started volunteering with a nonprofit organization called We Are Finesse!, which helps with youth suicide prevention, youth homelessness, LGBT issues, and mental health. Volunteering with W.A.F. has shifted my perspective about life, and it has also ignited my passion for working with youth & families while helping me rediscover why I majored in psychology when I was in college.

The co-founders of W.A.F. have not only become close friends of mine, but they have became personal mentors to me as well. The work I have been doing as a W.A.F. family member (all of the volunteers and board refer to one another as family) helped me with personal growth and professional growth. I had a job opportunity to teach abroad and a summer job opportunity, but due to the pandemic and me not wanting to carelessly infect my family members with COVID-19, I declined both job offers.

On a whim, I applied to do the AmeriCorps program. A friend of mines helped me prepare for the interview, and I was a nervous wreck. I even prayed to God about it, and I asked him, “If this job is for me, show me why. If this job is not for me, tell me why.”. On New Year’s Eve, I received a phone call that I was accepted to do the AmeriCorps program. I was so excited, and I knew that this was going to be amazing! I thought that everyone around me would be happy for me, and sadly I was wrong. My parents brushed it off, my friends were excited but a few of them were not supportive as I would like for them to, and I had a lot of challenges along the way including securing housing, buying a plane ticket, what I needed to pack, etc. Plus, the application process was extensive due to the things I needed to complete: background check, employment verification, reference requests, etc.

My first day was three days ago. I ended up missing the first three days of orientation because I missed my flight. My mom and dad decided to make things extremely inconvenient for me by closing my bank account (I initially was told by the bank that the bank ended up closing my account), my phone and iPad were taken from me (my only form of communication since Monday has been my laptop), and my identification was also taken from me (I just got my drivers license back two days ago). Because my stuff was missing, I ended up taking three buses and crossing a major highway with busy intersections to head towards my mom’s job by foot so she and I can talk. So, I had a conversation with my parents about the AmeriCorps job. They don’t like the pay, they don’t want me to relocate, and they had their own opinions as to why I shouldn’t do it.

The thing is, I took the initiative to work through problems on my own. I ended up ruining my friend’s birthday, I disappointed all of my friends, my flight was paid for by W.A.F. so I couldn’t even find a way to reimburse the money to them, and I ruined my relationships with my family....and it was all because I wanted to do something for myself, solve my own problems, and make moves that’ll benefit me in the long run because I have a three year employment gap and my parents are the reasons why I haven’t had stable employment/Masters degree in three years.

The program director is allowing me to start at a later date, and I did a virtual orientation with the program leader yesterday afternoon. After the virtual orientation, I decided to spend yesterday to myself so I can really think things through on my own because this is a year-long commitment. My friends and the W.A.F. co-founders have been nothing short of supportive and encouraging throughout this whole situation (and these past three years of being unemployed, family drama, post-grad rut, you name it).

I want to move forward with AmeriCorps, and I am so happy that I handled everything on my own. I just didn’t expect for all of this to blow up in my face. Knowing that I still have support from the people I love is something I wasn’t expecting, and I also know that everyone has given up on me as well...I don’t blame them whatsoever. I was reminded by a friend of mine that I have the ability to bounce back when things are impossible. Another friend of mine told me that I need to do what’s best for me and follow my gut intuition. Honestly, I struggle with self-confidence and putting myself first . I have always been someone who puts the needs and wants of others before myself (it’s a blessing and a curse), and it saddens me that it’s taken college, post-grad, and the pandemic for me to realize one thing: I have neglected myself. This AmeriCorps job will provide so many opportunities for me for the future, and I want to be happy. What’s hard is that I have this overwhelming fear of failure, I don’t want to let people down and disappoint them time and time and time again, and I’m scared that I start the AmeriCorps job and things continue to go wrong like they have been now. I prayed for this job, and I have had four meltdowns since the start of 2021.

I apologize for oversharing like this, I really do...this has been very difficult for me to figure out on my own. I am going to tell my parents that I will be moving forward with the AmeriCorps job, and God knows what their reactions are going to be. I hope and pray that I am doing the right thing here.

#written by nica #THIS IS TOO MUCH

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give and take | knj | preview

when your beloved jeep breaks down, you have no choice but to take it to a mechanic for once instead of trying to fix it yourself. you fully expected to empty your wallet or get told to just buy a new car. you don't expect to meet kim namjoon, nor do you expect him to be hot like burning, sweet as honey, and interested in you.

pairing | kim namjoon x reader

word count | 10.5k

You groan, for possibly the millionth time that afternoon, as your jeep sputters to a halt once more. You’ve had JeepJeep since you first got your license, a gift from your parents since they were getting a new car anyway. Held together with duct tape, prayers, and more than one swift kick to the bumper, the thing had gotten you through your entire school career and then into the big wide world of adulthood.

Now, as you sit in the nearly-empty lot of a mechanic, not even properly parked because your jeep died not two seconds after you pulled in, you feel like crying. Fixing this will cost everything you have. There is no doubt in your mind that this is going to be expensive. Probably expensive enough to wipe out what little you still had in your bank account after grocery shopping yesterday, if you weren’t forced to dip into the meager savings you had put back.

“Hello?” You call hesitantly into the large room. There’s no response, which irritates you a little. First your jeep dies - possibly for the last time, not that you want to think about that right now, keep hoping, you remind yourself - and then you spend four hours getting ten miles to the closest mechanic so you didn't have to pay for a tow only for there to be no one fucking here.

"Fuck this," You tell yourself, sidestepping what looks like a car battery, and make your way further into the building. Music was still vibrating through your bones, there had to be someone in this rusty old shop somewhere, and you were on a mission, dammit. JeepJeep required immediate attention, especially if you wanted to get home at any kind of decent time tonight.

The shop, you discover as you follow the sound of deep bass, is a minefield. There's a truly ridiculous number of parts and tools you couldn't name even if you wanted, all of them just thrown about like a four-year-old's discarded toy. You think may see a chainsaw in the corner and for the first time, you wonder if wandering around a potentially-abandoned-but-possibly-still-inhabited auto shop alone is a good idea. Do it for JeepJeep, you tell yourself, steeling yourself as you pass the Maybe A Chainsaw. Light gleams off grimy windows just past it, and the music seems to be coming from there. You give the tools - and the possible murder weapon - a wide berth, making your way to the lone door that you see. It's nearly impossible to see through the windows of what looks to be the office, but the door itself is open, a lone figure sitting at a desk inside.

You knock gently against the open door and plant a friendly smile on your face. "Hi, sorry to bother you, my car died and I was just wondering if you take a look at it?" The words rush out before the person - a guy, you belatedly notice - can tell you to get lost. When he spins around in the chair, your breath catches in your throat and you think you may actually physically choke.

He's honestly gorgeous. Like...the hottest person on the face of the planet, gorgeous. Warm eyes blown wide with surprise and framed by strong dark brows, a jawline that makes you wonder why he has a chainsaw lying around, bleached blonde hair hidden away under a dark blue cap that matched the jumpsuit hanging around his waist revealing the most beautiful sight of that chest in just the white tee with grease stains that shouldn't be so attractive. It's all beautiful, but what gets the heat pooling between your legs is the sight of the long fingers wrapped around a thick book and a pen, clearly having been in the middle of writing something when you interrupted.

"Sorry," He says quickly, fingers reaching out to slide over a button somewhere. The music softens, no longer shaking your bones, but that only makes you more aware of how hard your heart is beating. "I thought I had the closed sign on the door, I must have forgotten. You said your car died?"

#fic: give and take #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon sm #namjoon fanfiction #rm x reader #mechanic!namjoon #mechanic namjoon #kpop fanfiction #reader insert #fluff #ddaenggtan #this is queued rn to be posted in like four hours #ish #im honestly so excited

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EVAK FANFICTION RECS / PART 13

Hello there!

So you guys might have noticed it’s been a hot minute since my last masterpost. Well, worry no more... I’m back and finally here with yet another dose of some Evak fanfiction recs that y’all have been waiting and asking for! I’m keeping the rant short today, so without further ado - all the recs can be found under the cut & I hope you enjoy!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics. My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”. Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”.

ONESHOTS:

not perfect, but enough by Behindthecities Summary: “You’re more than enough for me,” Isak says, pulling Even’s face closer until their foreheads touch. “You’re my entire world, my universe, and every other parallel universe that exists out there.”

i can feel the weather in my bones by EvenbechNeiheim Summary: childhood friends!au; Okay, and if those Penetrator hoodies were something—the Even sweater is the next big thing.The thing is, there’s a box of Penetrator hoodies. There’s only one Even and only one Even sweater. - Or, Isak and Even are childhood friends. There’s a boyfriend sweater and Isak is just desperate to wear it.

21 June, 2017 by riyku ★ Summary: Even's flirting, and it should be ridiculous, extraneous at this point, when they already share a bed, an electricity bill, a thousand secrets and occasionally underwear.

Heart and Soul by wordsarelifealways Summary: Jonas asks why Isak never plays piano any more. Naturally, it leads to him playing again.

can you blow my whistle, baby. by milominderbinder Summary: It's a normal Friday night in Isak's life. Just five guys, hanging out drunk at McDonalds in the middle of the night, talking about blowjobs, trying to deep-throat coke bottles. That sort of thing.

something ours and ours alone by highpraises Summary: married!au; “We’ve been together for ten years, and you still take my breath away. How is that even possible?” he murmurs, almost to himself, and Isak’s heart skips a beat. “It’s probably because we’re so in love,” he offers, and Even grins, ducking his head into the crook of Isak’s neck and inhaling, licking into the dip of it.

bathroom visits by cammm Summary: Isak steals Even away at lunch to go have some fun in the bathroom.

Second helping's always better by diamondjacket (sequel to The only thing keeping me on fire) ★ Summary: Coming into this last-minute coffee date, Even had honestly thought that once the sheen of the previous day had worn off, things would be different. That he could see Isak and keep a level head, that he wouldn’t be overcome with the urge to just... taste him everywhere. Maybe now, in the harsh light of a new day, he can look at him with fresh eyes and find that he doesn’t feel much at all. No such luck.

in the woods somewhere. by milominderbinder Summary: The boy squad go camping for the weekend. Featuring marshmallows, weed, Isak being sappy, jokes about pitching tents, and as always, Isak's friends being a little bit too concerned with his sex life.

see it showing by verlore_poplap Summary: Three times Isak doesn't know; and one time he does.

you're an idiot, even bech næsheim by hippopotamus Summary: Isak thought Even was dropping hints for Isak to propose - and Isak was going to. He bought a ring just last week. But it seems he was wrong about why exactly he was dropping hints, because there’s a ring hidden in the bottom of the drawer, and it’s not the one Isak bought.

Fuck With Magnus by quickwitlips Summary: Boy squad stays at Eva’s cabin for a few days. Chaos ensues.

Sweet Boys Shouldn't Drink Hard Liquor by wordsarelifealways Summary: Isak's mother is spiralling again and the texts are getting to Isak. Unfortunately, Even only finds out when Jonas calls him to tell him that Isak got really drunk and had a meltdown. Even looks after Isak at arguably his lowest point since he moved out of the Valtersen household.

all too well by quiteyet Summary: Even always opted towards keeping it all locked inside, when Isak just never knew of the right things to say. They balanced each other out that way.

it ain't about the money. by milominderbinder ★ Summary: It’s the end of the month, and the joint bank account they set up for their bills and household expenses -- isn’t empty. They have managed to last with exactly one thousand kroner left over in their account. When Isak sees their bank statement, he does the very mature thing, and flings his entire body on top of Even, who is snoozing in their bed, to rub the bit of paper in his face. “Even!” he calls, as Even jolts back into consciousness with a startled squeak, blinking his eyes open. “Baby, look! We’re responsible adults now -- we have savings.”

gloom boys by theyellowcurtains Summary: fake dating!au; When Isak said he already had a thing with Even, he really hadn't expected Emma's reaction to be what it was. "You could have just told me you were gay rather than make out with me and leave me hanging. I bet your boyfriend loves that you did that." She huffs, turning on her heel and storming off. "Do you want me to follow her and correct her before she tells everyone in there?" Isak asked, feeling a little attacked that Emma had called him gay. She wasn't wrong, but he still didn't like it. "I think we should have some fun with it."

don't cry over spilled milk in the middle of a shopping mall by alotofphandoms Summary: Isak and Even had finals coming up so they decided it'd be best to have no distractions. They cut off contact with each other for the past week. They both hated it but it was easier to study without the constant distraction of the other one. So Isak was suffering without his beautiful boy but he was working hard and hitting the books.

One kink at a time by ForEvenAndEver (yuraxchan) Summary: Isak really wanted to ditch his own birthday party. Even’s video made him tear up a little, but most of all, it made him horny as hell.

chanel by evenvaltersen Summary: Isak has grown, he knows that, but maybe not enough. Maybe not enough to push the gnawing nervousity about femininity out of his head for long enough to be able to show Even how pretty he is, how delicate his body is, how well Even's hands would look around his thighs, on his waist (pressing against his throat). Or: Isak likes skirts and pretty underwear. He's not sure even would be so happy about it.

and they called it puppy love. by milominderbinder Summary: When Even walks through the door, the first thing Isak says is, “Okay, don't be mad.” Even comes home from work one day, and Isak has a bit of an early birthday surprise for him. A surprise that didn't go exactly to plan.

Handsome Mystery Boy by waitineedaname ★ Summary: coffee shop!au & soulmates!au; Even thought working at a coffee shop would be the perfect way to meet his soulmate. They had to give him their name for the order, and his name was there for everyone to see on his nametag. It was a flawless plan. Or, it would be if the handsome boy in the snapback would actually give him his real name.

in comes the morning by dahlstrom ★ Summary: uni!au; How many random people do we encounter on a daily basis, and how many of them actually stick in our minds? For Isak, at least, the answer is close to zero, but this guy is an exception. His thoughts turn to him several times over the next few days, for no good reason at all except to enjoy the memory of seeing a person so handsome before eight in the morning. On Friday as he’s waiting for the tram, he’s wondering vaguely if he might see him again next Tuesday... and then the tram arrives, and Isak almost trips over his own feet when he sees the blond guy sitting in the exact same seat as before.

you can only steal a kiss by ineffableword Summary: What Isak wants to find after breaking into this house is some money or maybe a couple of expensive things. What he finds instead is his new favourite shade of blue and that it can only be found in the eyes of one person.

363 Days by cuteandtwisted ★ Summary: "If you only knew what he has to deal with the remaining 363 days of the year." Or Even surprises and dedicates one random day besides his birthday to Isak every year until the end of time. Aka: the reason why Even said 363 days and not 364. (TheWholePackage!Verse)

And they were right in front of you the whole time by Ihavecoldhands Summary: (lowkey) childhood friends!au; “…Okay, not a boyfriend, and not a relative…” Eskild says slowly, still looking very confused. “So… Even’s a childhood friend then?” Isak wants to say no, no, they are not childhood friends. But most friends don’t sleep in the same bed six days a week, so he swallows his words and nods reluctantly. “Yeah. We’re childhood friends.” It’s almost true except for the friend part. Or, Isak and Even meet as children, but it takes them a while to become friends. It takes them a little longer to become more.

Shotgun by faerieswing ★ Summary: Isak is settling in for a Friday night alone at home after Even heads off to work, but those plans quickly change. PWP with lots love and feelings.

The Study Buddy by wordsarelifealways Summary: uni!au; In this universe, Even meets Isak when he pours Red Bull into a black coffee at 7.15AM to cope with a morning class. Even's inner barista is horrified, but damn if the boy isn't cute.

It's A Date by bashfulisak Summary: uni!au & neighbors!au; Isak needs his sleep, even though it doesn't come easy to him - but someone blaring a movie across from his dorm doesn't exactly settle in his stomach well either but it turns into a better situation than Isak had hoped for and he heads the day with an assortment of dates with a cute boy who just so happens to be the guy who had his movie volume blaring at three am.

baby we've got new love by itjustkindahappened ★ Summary: coffee shop!au; Isak is hella fucking gay and desperately single, and Eskild wants to change that. Even just has a thing about timing. Coffee shop AU with an ironic amount of tea enthusiasm and a whole lot of pining.

a hazy shade of winter. by milominderbinder Summary: On the first day of snow since last spring, Isak and Mahdi and Jonas walk out of Nissen at 15:00, and are immediately pounced upon by the tangle of lanky, excitable limbs that make up Isak’s boyfriend. Apparently, Even just can't miss a chance to walk Isak home in the snow -- or maybe that's just an excuse, and all he really wanted to do was start a snowball fight all along.

Peaches by XioNin Summary: Isak comes home with a new look.

you're the shit and i'm knee-deep in it by cosetties Summary: friends with benefits!au & uni!au; After Even has already rejected him once, after Isak is aware of Even's reputation for meaningless one-night stands, the last thing Isak should be doing is sleeping with the guy. But it keeps happening, and there's no way Isak is getting out of this with his heart intact.

All the glory that I bare by diamondjacket ★ Summary: “What did you do to your hair?” he blurts, and it maybe comes out a little sharper than intended, because Isak winces pretty hard at his tone. But... he just walked through the door...like that. Like it was no big deal. Like the Earth hadn’t just shifted on its fucking axis. Like Even’s entire reality wasn’t suddenly crumbling around him. Or: Isak buzzes his hair off on a dare. Even suffers through the five stages of grief.

and you (i want you most of all). by milominderbinder Summary: Five days after moving in with Even, Isak forces himself to leave the I'm so in love and nothing else matters bubble, and write an important essay for school. Unfortunately, he tries to write it while Even is home. And it turns out, Even is very, very distracting.

thought i had you in the palm of my hand that night by hippopotamus ★ Summary: Hate to Love!au & rommates!au & uni!au; They're roommates, and they don't get on at all. Until they do, at which point Even decides to develop a useless crush.

but you, you could be the one by cosetties Summary: There are infinite versions of Isak in the multiverse, and he's sure he would find Even in every one.

i struggle to contain the love that's in my veins by highpraises Summary: Even takes Isak to a traveling fair at the end of summer.

The Edge of Almost by riyku ★ Summary: They've been at it for days, weeks, at least an hour.

The Traffic Jam Conversation by dear_ida Summary: Isak and Even are stuck in traffic. Isak is a tad dramatic. Even is in love.

mirror, mirror on the wall by smalltownmotel Summary: Basically, Even gives Isak a handjob in front of the mirror in Isak's room at Kollektivet.

i can't kiss you if you drink vodka by hippopotamus Summary: Even is drunk and clingy and Isak kinda sorta loves it.

but i've got oceans to cross. by milominderbinder ★ Summary: Five letters Even doesn't send to Isak during the semester Isak spends studying abroad (and one he does).

Five More Minutes of Bliss by inevereachedyou Summary: Fluffy morning sex featuring Isak and Even who can't get enough of each other. * "I don't want to go to school today. Can we stay here in bed all day?" Isak asks. "If it were up to me, we would stay here forever."

Darling, the rain keeps pouring down by yourfriendlyneighbourhoodbisexual ★ Summary: Isak and Even wake up to the perfectly planned day, and are met with torrential rain, but that isn't going to stop them. After all, rain adds extra fun such as puddles, and cuddles once you're all warm up again.

i found my heart up in this place tonight by mauede Summary: "Is that- is that maybe what you’re saying?" Isak questions. * In which Isak and Even talk about, and reveal, their sexualities.

and somewhere (someone) waiting for me. by milominderbinder Summary: Five messages Isak sends Even while studying abroad for a semester (and one he doesn't).

poolside convo by evenvaltersen Summary: "Isak," he says, swimming closer until they're right in front of each other, looking into each other's eyes, and Isak's probably trying to tell him to stop, they can't lose this stupid bet, but Even can't handle it anymore and wraps his arms around him, pulling him closer. "Fuck, baby. You drive me crazy." Alternatively, Even fucks Isak's thighs in a pool.

One Of Those Nights by bashfulisak Summary: uni!au; Isak is stuck sleeping over at Jonas's place after a long study session during UNI and he's woken up to the blaring of the 'Dirty Dancing' soundtrack and a crying, unknown of roommate in the kitchen.

I just keep on coming back to you by germericangirl Summary: Even was the hottest boy he had ever seen, a third year, and Isak couldn’t help but stare, lips slightly parted. The way his head fell back when he laughed, the way his eyes sparkled at something his friend said, Isak licked his lips. Suddenly Even’s eyes flitted over to him and Isak gasped quietly, but didn’t look away. He swallowed at Even’s intense stare, the bun that he was just eating forgotten.

i be up in the gym just working on my fitness by cosetties ★ Summary: uni!au; Even knows that he's quite literally going to die when he finds his crush sweating on an elliptical, reading a book with his glasses slipping down his nose.

Like to Feel Your Cheeks so Rosy by snapbackisak ★ Summary: “Even, baby,” he mumbled. “Too tired for sex,” he whined, throwing an arm over his eyes and nearly hitting Even in the face in the process. “So am I,” Even smiled softly, “I just want to love you.”

the morning on the your skin and loved up light by ughasifxclueless Summary: Isak tries to take a creeper shot of the hot stranger on the tram, when his flash goes off, and he gets caught. Even is not impressed.

parentheses by thekardemomme ★ Summary: The boys all fight over who Isak's best friend is. Isak thought the answer was obvious.

magic number three. by milominderbinder Summary: one night stand!au; Isak triple-texts his one night stand, Even, and the boy squad are in absolute despair. They try to coach him through the proper etiquette of texting a hookup, but at this point, Isak might be a lost cause; especially since he swears Even seemed just as keen as he is (despite the fact that it's been eleven hours with no text back).

My rose-colored boy by nveld ★ Summary: roommates!au; The thing is, Isak thinks insects in general are quite interesting. He even finds some quite pretty to look at. Except for moths. They’re useless, scary and they look like Satan's descendants. For as long as he can remember, he’s been terrified of them. Whenever he saw one, he made someone else catch it. Or, Isak is terrified of moths and makes his roommate (and crush) Even catch one hiding in his room, but not before they both make a confession.

i'm absolutely smitten, i'll never let you go by nveld Summary: Even pauses for a second, not sure where to start. “I... Saw you talking to Julian Dahl today?” It comes out more like a question than an observation. “Hm? Oh, yeah, I did. What about it?” Even chews on the inside of his cheek. “Jonas said that there used to be an arrangement between the two of you?” Isak’s eyes grow wide and a pink blush is starting to spread across his cheeks. Or, Isak reveals something about his past to Even.

little whispers, sudden shivers by alltimemarrit Summary: ‘’I was- Okay, I was trying to bake your favourite brownies, because you’ve done so much for me the past couple of weeks and-‘’ Even comes home to Isak making a mess in the kitchen and wants to give him all the love he deserves.

holiday barbies are fucking expensive by alotofphandoms ★ Summary: As Even was just able to leave, having completely given up on this date, something interesting happened. Some actual adventure came his way. Or, Even is being stood up on a date when suddenly a fluffy haired teen slides into his booth with a stolen Holiday Barbie in the middle of July.

The Shadow of Your Smile by Fiercelynormal Summary: They’ve been living together almost a year already and sometimes it still boggles Isak’s mind that of all the parallel universes out there, he’s living in the one in which his boyfriend is a fucking morning person.

you the one that i'm feeling, you the one that i'm loving by highpraises Summary: “I’m horny,” Isak breathes out against his neck as he plants a wet kiss there. Even knows he must taste like sweat. “We need to go somewhere so you can fuck me.” Or, Isak and Even have sex at a party.

Lucky by patroohclus (slythwrinsdray) Summary: Counting to ten, figuring he couldn't wait any longer, he stood up and turned to his boyfriend. "Isak?" "Hmm?" "I'm going to get naked and then get myself off, alone if I have to. Feel free to join whenever. And Jonas,", he said to the slackjawed boy, "It was nice seeing you today but this is the part where I'm leaving."

kjære isak by atthebarricade ★ Summary: A love letter to Isak Valtersen in five parts.

The Boy Who Saved Me by smilewright Summary: Isak has a plan for his five year anniversary, and it involves video editing.

Happy Fucking Birthday To Me by bashfulisak Summary: Even treats Isak to a lovely birthday dinner and a sweet treat afterwards.

i think that's what i like about it by theyellowcurtains Summary: Isak was lucky that Even woke him up so early as it was only 8.00 when they were done and ready to leave. Isak blew Even in the shower and loved it so much, everything they'd done that morning Isak loved. It was wonderful. This birthday being so much happier and more comfortable than his last, where he'd just moved into a new place and his family was a mess and he felt alone. This time he really wasn't alone. He was with the love of his life and felt so safe and loved this year, all the time. AKA: Even lets Isak do almost anything he wants for his birthday.

It’s easy come, never go by LostInAdmiration Summary: Being a parent was terrifying. It was exhausting and stressful and Isak hadn’t slept properly in weeks. He barely felt like he could take care of himself, so taking care of such a small thing that totally relied on him was truly nerve-wracking. Isak relayed all of this to Jonas during their weekly meet up. It had become more like monthly, since Jonas lived a few hours away from their home town now, and Isak was always so busy. Still, every time they reunited it was like no time had passed at all. Jonas snorted and rolled his eyes as Isak complained. “He’s a dog, Isak, not a baby.”

The Chance you Gave Me by justwhatever Summary: Even hasn't been doing so well recently, and Isak thinks he knows what could cheer him up.

babe, we couldn't get much higher. by milominderbinder Summary: Every month, Even and Isak choose something off a little list of luxuries they've written out and stuck to their fridge; something fun or sweet to do do together, as a reward for being sort of functional, technically almost-adults. And this month, what they've chosen is just to get super high with their friends.

a lilac sky by thekardemomme Summary: 3 times Isak sees red. + One time he sees purple.

give me some coloured pens by dobriks Summary: "Mitochondria..." he mumbles, sending a death glare to the diagram in the book, "I hope you mitochoke" He wasn't expecting to hear someone laughing. Or; Isak's studying and crying out of stress when a cute boy that laughs at his biology jokes and shares his chips, appears (his name is Even, and he makes isak want to propose to him with the ring pop in his pocket).

you are my strength when I am weak by everythingislove (narrylife) Summary: Four times Isak Valtersen had to be strong, and the one time Even is there when he crumbles.

Somebody, Someday, Somewhere by Joana789 Summary: He thinks he could never get tired of it, of looking at Isak. Maybe that’s what love is. Looking at another person and never getting tired of the sight of them. Or, five times Isak hugs Even, and one time he doesn't.

Adrian and Markus by ufologies Summary: co-workers!au & fake dating!au & detectives!au; He had tried to stay positive when he woke up, hoping that maybe since it wasn’t a super intense case, he’d be paired with Mikael instead. Hell, at this point he wouldn’t even mind being told to do the case alone. But when the entire department knows that the cases Isak and Even work on together are the ones that get solved the fastest, the safest and the smoothest, well, Even can’t really say he didn’t see it coming.That didn’t make it any less… inconvenient, for a lack of a better word. So — they were paired together. No big deal. Just like any other day. Only ten times more awkward. Or: Isak and Even go undercover on a case that unexpectedly ends up bringing them closer together.

and so i happily concede, this is all i ask, this is all i need by lovedisak ★ Summary: Even is fucking owning this marriage proposal thing. (With a little help.)

CHAPTERED:

these pictures of you by skamz Summary: Isak Valtersen's family owns a business empire. When his father decides to release a memoir called A year in the life of the Valtersens, Even Bech Næsheim is the photographer who gets hired to follow them around for a year. This is the story of how Isak and Even fell in love, during that year.

you can keep me up (keep me up all night). by milominderbinder ✓ Summary: neighbors!au; Isak Valtersen has a nemesis, and it's whoever lives above his room at the kollektiv. Every night, all he can hear is loud, endless mystery noises. Has his neighbour taken up carpentry? Trampolining? Raising cats? Whatever it is, Isak is both pissed off and sleep deprived, and it's not a good combination. Unfortunately, most of that anger goes away the moment he meets Even Bech Næsheim. He might be a bit too cute to count as a nemesis.

good things come to those who wait by anathema (azirapha1e) Summary: "Wait," Isak interrupts, the cogs of his brain whirring sluggishly, "you drew...?" "Yeah," the boy says, now turning to smile at him. "It's a satyr. Do you like it?" "It's shit," Isak says. "It's got hooves." (In which Isak falls in love, insults a stranger, and accidentally becomes an art tutor, but not necessarily in that order.)

wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart by cosetties Summary: It's just Isak's fucking luck that he'll probably be outed before he ever kisses a boy. Fortunately, Even's there to fix that, only to flit out of Isak's life right after. Years later, a wedding brings them back together.

Kjære Even by hygellig Summary: All the words you want to say? Say them. Write them. Shout them from the rooftops, Isak Valtersen. The world is listening. Or; it wasn't Eskild that found Isak alone in a gay bar at 2am, it was Even.

What light through yonder window breaks? by obscurial Summary: neighbors!au; The one where Isak and Even have balconies directly across each other.

a piece of infinity by princevaltersen Summary: childhood friends!au; In the spring, Isak met Even. In the summer, Isak fell for Even. In the autumn, Isak found himself. In the winter, Isak fell in love.

Not in the stars to hold our destiny by Stria (Asia117) Summary: Hate to Love!au; “What the fuck,” Even murmurs, and Isak almost wants to mock him, but he refrains. He’s not 16 anymore. “Everything okay, Isak?” “Peachy.” Isak doesn’t look at him. “Go find someone else to talk to.” Miss him with that shit. “Wow, what the fuck. Get off your high horse.” Even sounds irritated, too. Good. Isak just snorts. “When you’ll take off that stick from your ass,” he hisses, and then goes up to Mikha. He doesn’t need to make a scene in front of everyone. (Or, the one in which Even and Isak can't stand each other, but they still end up together eventually.)

Waterlogged by lovelycarcass ★ Summary: fantasy!au; Isak goes to the beach and accidentally rescues a strange blue-eyed boy, who promptly imprints on him like a duckling. But the boy is not quite human.

I Watched the Lanterns Tilt by Kaylajojo Summary: uni!au; Isak spends too much time crying while sitting on the floor and being upset. Even brings color back into his life and makes him feel less alone. All the while Isak also makes Even feel less alone. Through the change of the seasons they make it work. Isak doesn’t meet Even until University.

the mandatory field trip by Treehouse ★ ✓ Summary: Thanks to their eccentric teachers, all students at Nissen have to attend a mandatory field trip to a farm to learn about rural life and other crucial things that kids these days just don't get. Due to his situation at home, Isak missed the original trip with his own class, and is now forced to join a group of random students from Nissen, amongst them the newly transferred Even, who is hoping for a fresh start at a new school.

Guess for once i can't pretend by henriksen ★ Summary: rommates!au, Jonas shook his head, “Nah, man. I think Isak’s type is more 'tall and slender' than 'strong and muscular'.” Or, Even started to go to the gym and Isak was totally cool with it. Definitely.

Trips to the Cabin (and the naked stranger in the lake) by waitineedaname Summary: fantasy!au; For Isak, the cabin was a place to go when he needed to get away from it all. No girls trying to shove their tongues down his throat, no boys making his chest hurt. Just him getting some alone time, with no one around for miles. Imagine his surprise when he walked out onto the dock one morning to discover a man standing in the lake, naked as the day he was born.

Let go when you give it by unsungyellowraincoat Summary: Isak is a tired biology student who has no time for love, he barely manages to take care of himself. Until two small dogs and a tall handsome stranger change all of that. Aka Isak and Even meet in a dog park.

if i knew it were true by smokeshop ★ Summary: friends with benefits!au; They've both been broken. Even hates his brain and Isak hates his life, and the past is always lurking. Friends With Benefits AU where Isak loves Even and Even loves Isak, but they're afraid to make it work.

Teach Me to Forget by Sabeley ★ ✓ Summary: Even is the TA for Isak's Intro to Media Studies class. If only he'd known that before they slept together.

"let's not think about what brought us here, yeah?." by punkchronicles ✓ Summary: PARALLEL UNIVERSE #346: What if Eskild had never found Isak at a gay bar at 2 A.M? What if a handsome stranger with squinty blue eyes did?

home is the nicest word there is by StMisery (sequel to Guru Knows Best) Summary: neighbors!au; After a series of unfortunate events, Isak moves in with Even across the hall. Turns out, the hard part isn't telling everyone else. It's realizing that home isn't where you put your head down to sleep at the end of the day, it's where the people who love you will always be there to welcome you back.

That was cheating by yourfriendlyneighbourhoodbisexual Summary: As part of Kose group's team building, Isak finds himself dragged on a Laser Tag trip which turns out to be more exciting than he hoped, thanks but no thanks to a certain Even Bech Næsheim.

i'll be here in the morning by jishler ★ ✓ Summary: Detailed descriptions of what happened during, and after "21:21" and "Slutt å melg meg." Or: the first time Isak and Even kiss, and the first time they hook up.

Take teasing to a whole new level by evakuality ✓ Summary: Just as Isak’s thoughts were getting really irritable, he heard the soft snick of a key in the lock. He turned towards the door and grinned, remembering another day long ago when Even was at his door. And okay, the circumstances may have been very different but Isak had a wicked desire to recreate the aftermath of that particular arrival. Aka, the one where Isak and Even enjoy themselves, several times, after school.

What Death Doesn't Touch by smokeshop Summary: mental institution!au; Halfway through Even's third year, he's diagnosed with bipolar disorder. When Isak is 16, Eskild finds him too late outside the bar. They meet in a psychiatric hospital and grow in ways they'd never intended, and decide early on that they don't have to take it all so seriously.

keep it between us (just the two us) by bluetie ★ Summary: boarding school!au; Boarding school is okay and all until Isak gets a new roommate who sings in the shower and watches shitty movies on Friday nights.

i would like to get to know you baby by ourlovelybones ✓ Summary: Isak wakes up to ten strange texts from Eskild and three missed calls from his manager. He's almost worried someone has died until the screenshot comes in. Even Bech Næsheim had tweeted about him. (!AU in which Even is an internationally famous singer and Isak is an up and coming model he finds on twitter, a.k.a based off of the iconic Zara Larsson.)

Boys by AnonymousWriter719 Summary: sports!au; He’s currently responsible for the minor cardiac arrhythmia Isak is experiencing. Who really goes around looking like that, all tall and pale with their hair all swept up into an effortless James Dean-style quiff and their plump lips stretched into a ridiculous, beaming smile? That certainly wasn’t an accident. One could even call it sabotage, distracting his teammates with all that radiance. And in the summer, too, when the sun is positioned just right to glint off his blond hair and his blue eyes and just blind everyone. Yes. That’s exactly what happened; Isak is simply undergoing temporary blindness, but he resolutely pushes past it by glaring at his shoes and pretending he never saw this boy at all.

My mind was somewhere else, I guess by rosecolored_girl ✓ Summary: How did Even ended up working at Nissen cafeteria? Let's just put it this way: He graduated last year at Bakka, took a gap year to pursue his dreams of traveling the world, realized he didn't have any money to even buy a freaking plane ticket to start with, spent the entire summer feeling sorry for himself...and now, he got a job at high school. Serving people only two or three years younger than him. Great. Just. Awesome.

The World is Yours by sleepyevak Summary: co-workers!au; "If seeing Even just once in person reduced him to an unintelligible mess, Isak could not fathom what it would be like to have to see him several times a week."AU where Isak and Even meet when Isak is desperate to find a job and The Garden Record Store in Oslo hire him and give him just that... and more.

waiting outside ('til you're ready to go) by miucrew ★ Summary: An AU where Isak's daughter is an actual little devil that he can't control for the life of him, and his neighbour Even offers a helping hand.

Change of plans by smyonlyone Summary: Bech Næsheims and Valtersens have been business partners for years. In order to make their ties even stronger they decide to matchmake their eldest children - Even and Lea during their first common family dinner. Lea is so gone for Even and it's painfully obvious to anyone who has eyes. But all Even can think of is her younger brother, scared, lost in his fears and blushing right in front of him. Even starts to pay Valtersens quite frequent visits. Parents are delighted to see their plan work. Little do they know.

A little help (goes a long way) by diamondjacket ★ Summary: “You’re the only one who can help me!” Magnus says, desperation plain on his face. “Or should I ask Even, instead? If you guys would just tell me who takes it up the bu— ”“Magnus,” Isak says warningly. “For the love of God, not again.” Or: Five times the grasshopper becomes the guru (and one time... well, you get it).

Caught in the Crossfire by CrochetingWords Summary: Hate to Love!au; AU where Isak and Sana are police officers and partners working for the Oslo police department. Even used to work for the Oslo police department and is now Oslo's most well known private detective who assists the department in cases while documenting them on his blog. Isak is not impressed with the famous good looking detective is already at the crime scene he was called out to...

Greater Heights by askynote Summary: Princess Diaries!au; The last thing Isak needed in his life was to be told he’s apparently royal. Though, he has been spending more time with Even ever since, which makes it a little harder to complain.

Fortunately, Love Does Too by Fxckxxp ✓ Summary: Isak's POV through season 4. Everything is canon. All of the conversations we never got to hear—propped up on kitchen counters and looking over the lake at the cabin and whispered between bedsheets. All of the problems that never got solved—thumbing through old messages and reaching out to old friends and mending broken relationships. All of the kisses we never got to see—in the courtyard and pressed into bed and walking hand in hand in a new city. And nothing a cup of tea can't fix.

in the morning you'll dance with all the headache by bluesterek Summary: Hate to Love!au & childhood friends!au; “Why do you hate me? Is it still about that kiss in first grade?” “You kissed my crush in front of me, Even.” “Yeah well, sorry about that, but that was like a century ago. Besides, you don’t even like girls.” “Excuse me, what?”. Or, Isak hates Even. Even hates Isak. But fortunately, Sana is going to make everything work.

Prince and the Pauper by sockhead Summary: royalty!au; But Isak did not view himself in the same light, often groaning at Even's compliments with his cheeks becoming crimson. Often reminding him that they'll never be equal. No matter how hard Even had tried to convince, with his thumbs pressing against the crimson cheekbones with pleads. As long as Isak had been clothed in ragged clothing, having to work with his father while suffering, and often stealing food from the local markets -- they'll never be equal. Or, the one where Even is the prince of Norway and Isak is the servant boy who has stolen Even's heart. And his sanity.

Not Everything Is About You by HazyCosmicJive Summary: Hate to Love!au & roommates!au; Isak hates his neighbor. He's loud, he's inconsiderate, and he's loud. When he finally gets a well deserved break from his obnoxious neighbor, somehow the asshole ends up flooding his entire apartment. He doesn't want to do it, but with nowhere else to go he ends up taking the guy's offer up and staying with him until his apartment is useable again.

blue like the night in cuba by piccadilly ★ Summary: Isak and Even meet on a train and spend a night exploring Paris, losing themselves and finding each other. Or, a Before Sunrise AU.

Minutt for Minutt by Kaylajojo ✓ Summary: Obsessive-compulsive disorder or better known as OCD is characterized by unreasonable thoughts and fears (obsessions) that lead to compulsive behaviors.

Keep Your Eyes On Me by obscurial ★ Summary: “Okay, I think I’ll start now,” he chirps, smiling widely at the camera, and suddenly, his entire demeanour changes. His smile drops to a sultry smirk, eyes glazed with lust and desire. Even feels a familiar tight feeling in his pants, and without removing his gaze from the screen, he carelessly throws his unwanted jeans onto the ground by his bed.“Who wants to play with me first?” Isak murmurs, tongue darting out to wet his pink lips.* Isak is a camboy, and Even is a new viewer.

–A

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kookie-beans · 7 years

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Arbitrary: Chapter 2 Titanic AU

Definition: determined by impulse rather than reason.

Word Count: 1662

Genre: Angst/Fluff (no angst yet)

Pairing: BTS Jimin x Reader

Description: Park Jimin is a wealthy CEO from London who is on Titanic because he is going to meet his arranged fiancee in New York. (Y/N) is an aspiring ballerina from Boston. She traveled to Paris with her brother Jin for an audition, but failed to get the part, and happened to win her tickets in a hustle. Both (Y/N) and Jimin are very impulsive and tend to make rash decisions, this worsens when they meet and get to know each other.

A/N: Holy shit I am so sorry to everyone who has waited for chapter two!!!!! I am an awful writer y’all. But here is finally is. Please enjoy everyone!!!!

Previous Chapters: 1

Day 1:

“Ohhhhhhhh! What was that?” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at his stunned brother as they watch her run off.

“Taehyung, shut up, she just accidentally bumped into me because she wasn’t paying attention.”

“But she was really pretty!”

“Was she? I didn’t get a good look at her face. Anyway, what does it matter? She obviously has a boyfriend, and I’m unfortunately engaged to a creep.”

Taehyung bursts into a fit of laughter, “And whose fault is that? I told you to wait and Yoongi Hyung and I would have found another company, but noooooo you just had to agree to marry Dawn Summers for her dad’s company.”

“It’s a good company and I can make it rise back to the top!”

“You and your damn challenges. You know how bad Yoongi wanted to choke you out after I told him we were merging with them? I’m usually uneasy in his presence, but after I told him that just the look on his face made me want to cry. Why do you have to do everything before thinking first?”

Jimin gasps bringing a dramatic hand to his heart in mock offence, “How dare you?! Are you even my brother? You know that may impulses are my best feature! Besides , if I never thought before I acted I wouldn’t have hired you, so you can kiss my ass.”

“You wouldn’t be nearly as rich without me and you know it.”

Jimin laughs, “you wouldn’t be rich at all.”

“Okay enough you two. You’ve been arguing here for over an hour. Let’s go to our suite before I jump overboard from how annoying your voices are.” Namjoon cut in stopping the two younger men from tackling each other not even a day into the journey.

“Well that was rude…..” Jimin grumbles

“How are you my boss? It really blows my mind.”

“I’m telling Yoongi Hyung you insulted me!”

“Oh God….”

“You’re in for it now Joonie Hyung.” Taehyung chuckles at his friend’s misfortune.

“Bite me Tae”

“Ooooooh, Kinky” Taehyung winks at the older.

“I swear to god Taehyung, one more word from you and I will throw you to the sharks.”

Jimin giggles as he watches the two. “Okay, okay. If you two are just about done with your lover’s quarrel I’d like to go to my cabin,” he extends his hand to Namjoon so he can look at the room number on the tickets.

“Excuse me?! LOVER”S QUARREL?!”

“Wow, where have your manners gone Joon? Speaking so rudely to your superior,” Taehyung giggles.

“I’m a year older than him!”

“I’m still your boss. I still sign your paycheck Namjoon, be careful.”

“Yikes, he’s threatening your bank account now.”

“Shut up and let’s find the damn room. Jesus.”

Upon their arrival to their cabin the three men pause at the door. Everything is just so elaborate and much more beautiful than anything they had ever seen.

Damn, they thought they lived in luxury before, but boy were they wrong. The amount of detail gone into one room was simply astonishing, the three men couldn’t wait to look around the rest of the elegant ship.

“Wow. Can you believe this? It’s so beautiful. I’m almost afraid to touch anything for fear of me breaking it.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Don’t let Namjoon Hyung touch anything!”

“Taehyung, can I breathe for a single second without you disrespecting me?”

“Nah, it’s too much fun fucking with you man.”

“Why do I deal with you two”

“Because you love us?” Jimin looks up at him with his best puppy dog eyes.

“No, I really don’t think so, you both disgust me.”

“Hyung, you wound me.”

“Oh whatever, your ego is bigger than this entire fucking ship”

“You’re………that actually pretty accurate.”

“Speaking of your ego, do you really think going along with this deal is going to get you more money?” Namjoon becomes more serious much to the younger twos dismay.

“Well that’s the point of big business Hyung. You gotta take risks or you won’t get anywhere.”

“Yes, I know that. But Tallico Industries? Really Jimin? Your best bet, I’d say, would have been a smaller family owned company you could have bought out and re-built from the ground up. Not a company that was big before this century even started and are starting to go down the shitter. Tallico is full of nothing but money hungry bastards that are going to tear you limb from limb to get what they want. You marrying Dawn Summers is just the beginning. They will take everything you are worth and leave you stranded, bankrupt, and alone with two companies.”

“Well what am I supposed to do now?!”

“That’s exactly my point! You shouldn’t have made the idea in the first place you moron!”

“Listen……. I know my way in and out of business deals. Taehyung and I have done it before countless times.”

“Don’t you think by now they would know all of your tactics? They are going to figure out what you’re doing and try to counter you.”

Taehyung laughs at his older friend, “You know Hyung, for someone who’s been with us since the start, you really know nothing of what Jimin does in business deals.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Listen Namjoon, Everyone knows how Jimin rolls. Everyone knows how he makes deals. Everyone knows what kind of people he works with and who he declines. Everyone back in England was surprised by Jimin’s deal but he’s had a trick up his sleeve this entire time despite how he’s been acting. I figured it out when we were boarding the ship. I’m an idiot for not figuring it out sooner and being so worried.”

“Wait, you both actually thought I was going to marry the BEAST?!?!?!? Oh my GOD! No!!!!” Jimin for a minute laughing at the absurdity. “Damn, I’m a better actor than I thought if I psyched out my own twin brother! Dude what happened to twin telepathy? Where have you been?”

“Whatever Jimin, so what exactly do you have planned?” Namjoon asks now curious of the smaller friends deceitful plans.

“We’ll talk more at dinner. For now we should relax for a bit then freshen up and head to the dining hall”

“Jin! Wait a second! You don’t even know where you’re going you dork! I have the tickets!”

Jin laughs as he slows down waiting for Y/N to catch up the him. “Alright Miss Smarty pants, where are we going?’

“Well our ticket says it’s on the second floor room 215. So I guess we should look for an elevator.,”

Jin straightens his posture and gives a mock salute. “yes ma’am! The search for room 215 commences!”

“Jin……..Shut up.”

“Rude”

After 20 minutes and help from a staff crewman, Y/N and Jin finally arrive to their room. Even coming from a very wealthy family, Y/N and Jin had never seen anything so extravagant. The room may as well have been made with marble walls and floors with nothing but gold decoration, the awe on their faces was so great. Of course, that wasn’t, the case. But the rich mahogany wood with maroon and gold detailed walls brought stars to Seok Jin’s eyes.

“God I can’t believe we’re actually here! This is so amazing. I want to know what you did in your past life to get lucky enough to hustle those idiots at the pub.” jin begins to laugh but slowly quiets when his eye catches the sight of his sister sitting on one of the chairs with her head in her hands. “Oh no. Y/N what’s wrong?!” he runs to Y/N hugging her to his frame rubbing a hand up and down her back trying to calm her down.

“What did i do in my past life to make me fuck up that audition so bad? I don’t understand it. Practice went so well and i wasn’t nervous going in! I just choked last second.”

“Hey it’s okay. Everyone messes up sometimes. That wasn’t your only chance. You just have to continue to grow as a dancer and learn from your mistakes. You’ll have your shining moment. I now you will sis. Now. Let’s go to the deck. I want to watch the sun set.”

“1: you’re such a girl. 2: you will wait. I’m going to wash up and you will not complain because the sun doesn’t set for another hour and a half.”

“Okay Miss Bossy. But hurry up because i want to wash up too.”

“Just for that sarcastic comment, i’m going to take two hours.”

An hour later Y/N and JIn make their way to the deck. The sun is just beginning to set as they both step outside. They walk up to the side rail and lean against it as they look towards the sun setting over the curve of the sea in the distance. Y/N stares in awe as she watches the warm orange, red, pink, and purple hues of the sky seem to blend with the deep sapphire blue of the open sea.

“Jinnie, can you believe we’re actually here? Things are looking up!”

“Sorry to interrupt, but you are the couple staying in room 215 correct?”

Feeling uncomfortable with being called a couple with her brother Y/N shifts uncomfortably while Jin straightens his posture, but they know that they have to agree because the people they got the tickets from were a couple, “uum, yeah. We are staying in room 215. Is there something wrong with our room?”

“Oh, no sir, not at all. I am just here to inform you that dinner for first and second class will be held in the dining hall below the deck in about 30 minutes, it is advised you both head down shortly. You will be escorted to your table when you arrive.”

“Yes, of course thank you.”

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junioradventure · 7 years

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[FANACCT] IMFACT- Tension Up Fansign+Fanmeeting (IMFACTORY) 170521- PLUS tips for these events! (Fanboy)

Hi everyone~ I’m here to share my amazing experience at IMFACT’s Fansign + Fanmeeting Event! If you were looking for reasons to stan IMFACT, I’m here to help you. Simply put, IMFACT treats their fans very well, and especially care for their international fans, as they want to have many opportunities to perform in all the countries around the world.

I love this concept; it’s so bright, vivid, and screams energetic!

TIME TO START THE FANACCOUNT! Information about this event: - IMFACT has not had an actual fansign event in Korea for a really long time, probably since “Feel So Good” era. They had a CD signing event in Japan not too long ago, but they said it was not the same as a real fansign event. So this was a special event prepared for fans, and doubled as a fanmeeting (involves live performances). - The event participation was carried out first-come first-serve to 120 people. - To apply for this event, the process was different from the traditional fansign process. Instead of buying an album on-site or online, two requirements had to be fulfilled: * We had to send Star Empire Ent. an email with the appropriate information (name, account number, Daum fancafe ID, etc.) before the deadline * We had to send the money (20,000 won) through an account transfer at the appropriate time slot. In this case, when it hit 8pm on the day the payment period started, we could proceed with the account transfer. Because of this, having a Korean bank account was extremely helpful and made the process much easier. - The staff provided the CD on-site, which made sense because we had to do an account transfer instead of the usual process. The CD had no wrapper and might be a special edition for this event. Nothing seems different about this album than a normal one, except the fact that it seemed like it was opened (plus there was no photocard, idk if the actual album has one or not). I transferred my money right when it struck 8 and played the waiting game. After worrying about getting in, I finally found out that I had gotten in... Thank goodness. I was waiting for a chance to meet them since “In the Club” came out. ON THE DAY OF... Okay. So the event would start at around 2pm according to the post on the fancafe. I woke up at 10ish and left right before noon. The event was held at a Catholic Youth Center (of all places) in Hongdae. I knew Hongdae somewhat but not the exact whereabouts of this site, so I wanted to leave earlier just in case I wandered too much. It turns out, the location was very easy to find, so I grabbed a bite at the convenience store and then went to the Youth Center. I had to say, at first when everyone was lining up, things were a bit confusing. We were told to go down to the lobby floor (accessible by staircase) to check-in. Apparently, the staff were calling us in by numerical order, but on the fancafe post with the official list of participants, there weren’t any numbers by our names. Instead, we had to manually count down the list of people to find our number, and we would tell that to the staff. That must have been a bit annoying for the people who were farther down the list, especially in the 100′s. Luckily, I was only number 40. The order of our names was actually our seat order. That means I was in seat 40. The staff called us in by groups of 5-10. I confirmed my identity with only an ID needed to prove it. Once I was verified, the staff gave me a piece of paper with my seat number and a bottle of sparkling water (how thoughtful!) Then it was waiting time again.

Don’t lose any piece of paper, especially one with your seat number, given to you by staff at the event. They also gave us a complementary sticky note where we write our name. We would stick this on the inside of our albums, opposite of the photo pages for the members’ reference when they sign your album. I brought extra sticky notes to mark where each member would sign. You should always bring spare notes because you can use this chance to ask the members a question or write a lovely note for them. Note: Some groups do not allow questions, so always follow the rules and read the information carefully on fancafe updates. After a bit more waiting, we could go in! I should probably get started on the actual event and the members. OK! We were waiting when all of a sudden, THE LIGHTS JUST DIMMED AND TURNED OFF. LIKE WHAT THE. The room was silent until “Please Be My First Love” CAME ON AND IMFACT WALKED ONSTAGE, SINGING IT LIVE! My heart died for a little instant, as my brain struggled to comprehend and process what was happening. Everyone seemed to be shook because there was not a single noise from the audience when IMFACT began singing. That was such a nice surprise and ahhhh I just love that song so much. Listen and love it lots.

After that impromptu performance, the boys sat at the table for the start of the fansigning. They greeted us and said a few words, thanking us for coming to this long-awaited event. Jian tried to add some things, but he kinda hesitated and seemed so cutely awkward like awww it’s okay, you’re so precious!! ONE RANDOM CUTE NOTE: The members commented about how many people came to this event, specially international fans (there was a handful of English-speaking fans there, and a lot of Japanese fans ((yay!))) BUT SANG ACTUALLY ANNOUNCED, “There’s a male fan here too!” AND THAT WAS ME Y’ALL. I WAS THE ONLY MALE FAN THERE AND AHHH I FELT SO SPECIAL. I waved like crazy when Sang said that, and some fans laughed. Taeho and Jian seemed pleasantly amused at this. Soon, the fansigning portion officially began. Let’s move on to individual member interactions I had~ (warning: FEELS AHEAD!!) The order was like this: Jeup→Ungjae(bias!!)→Sang→Taeho→Jian HANDSOME MAIN VOCAL, PARK JEUP ★ Jeup was so friendly and talkative!! Even though my Korean isn’t perfect, we talked the whole time. What really makes me appreciate a group is when they take into consideration your level of Korean if you’re an international fan. Some groups (not going to name names) make the situation awkward for international fans because of the language barrier. I’m not bashing these groups just for that reason, but it still is disappointing when you want to be open and flexible to your diverse fanbase, wherever they may be from. What I mean is, I had an experience with an idol group or two where members did not talk to me much, in English nor Korean, even when I was trying my hardest to speak in Korean. Thankfully, Jeup complimented my Korean skills. Anyway, he asked when I became a fan of them. I told him ever since “Feel So Good” era, and that I especially liked that track. I asked him, what was his favorite song, and he first replied, “Tension Up”, but also added, “In the Club” and “Please Be My First Love”. I agreed, saying that the trio of songs were all great. I commented that I especially think of PBMFL as 강추 (strong recommendation). Jeup burst out in laughter and complimented me again, saying that I even knew slang like “강추". He also asked where I came from, which is like a customary question we international fans get from idols. I told him America, specifically Hawaii, and pointed at the post-it note for him.

Translation- Q:This isn’t a question, but please come to Hawaii! A: All right. We’ll definitely go. (YAAAAAAAAAAAS PLEASE COME AND VACATION IN HAWAII!!) Jeup looked at the note and actually said he really wants to visit Hawaii. I advertised the islands to him, saying that the weather is nice, the sceneries are great, and he added, “the beaches are good too”. So, he expressed that he wants to take all of the members there to have fun. Please do, we’ll welcome you warmly~ Finally, I told him his hairstyle was really nice today. It was spiked up and it really suited him! He thanked me, and I asked what he personally thought of it. J: I like it. Styling the hair upward is very masculine. Me: Right, I agree. Do you prefer having your hair styled up or bangs down? J: *thinks for a bit* I think both is good, but now, having your hair styled up is rather cool now. So I personally like it this way. Me: Yeah! Especially since nowadays it’s quite hot, right? J: Right! Then I told him I’d continue supporting IMFACT in the future. Such a cool guy~ Gonna hold you to your words, Jeup. See you guys in Hawaii. A hui ho! BOYFRIEND MATERIAL/GENIUS LYRICIST/SHY CUTIE BIAS, NA UNGJAE!! ❤ Okay, I’m already dying of feels again and I haven’t even told you guys my interaction. So I can’t believe I was actually meeting Ungjae. I spazzed about him so much recently before and I had so many feels, but it’s always so different when you meet idols in real life. I told him I’m from Hawaii, like I always do. U: Hawaii? Wow. Me: Am I the first fan from Hawaii? U: *kind of confused* Sorry? Me: Am I the first fan from Hawaii that you’ve met? U: Ah, yes *laughs* Me: *proud* U: And you’ve come all the way to Korea. Me: Yeah, I’m actually an exchange student. U: Wow, really? *impressed* You’re really good at Korean. Me: Ah, thank you. I still got a long way to go. But I’ve been in Korea for around 9 months. And, since this was a golden opportunity, thanks to my friend’s suggestion, I decided to just wing it and see what would happen if I wrote my bias a cute joking question.

Translation: Ungjae-yah, I like you the best ㅎㅎ Wanna go shopping together later? (I’m older so I’m using banmal/informal language) Bottom right corner of signature: Thank you!! I WAS SO SHY WHEN HE KEPT LOOKING AT THE NOTE, I WAS LIKE OMG OKAY MAYBE I SHOULDN’T HAVE WRITTEN IT, WHAT IF HE REPLIES NEGATIVELY?! But that was just my panic mode. Most idols with a good heart would play along! But since this was the first time I met my bias face to face, I was slightly worried what he would think. This is how the convo basically went: U: Ah, shopping? *curious* Me: Yeah *laughs uncomfortably, shy shy shy af* U: *genuinely interested* What kinds of clothes do you want? Me: I like casual clothes U: *smiles* Ah, casual? Ah, I like hip-hop style so... Hongdae has a few places, not a lot. But for casual clothes... *recommends some stuff but I forgot what he said exactly, sorry bb* We talked a bit more about stores and things. It felt more like he was giving me recommendations HAHA but since he wrote, “Cool~!” on my note, then I’ll take that as a yes ❤ Anyway, I got pretty bold at this point and thought, well, might as well just go all out. Me: Actually, you’re my favorite member. You’re really handsome. U: *shyly smiles* *bows head slowly in appreciation* AHHHHHH HE WAS SO ADORABLE WHEN HE WAS SHY, SUCH A QTPIE I SWEAR. SUCH CHARISMA ONSTAGE BUT IN PERSON HE’S JUST A CINNAMON ROLL AHHHH STAN UNGJAE STAN IMFACT EVERYONE. Lastly, I asked him about his work as IMFACT’s lyricist. Me: So, you’re in charge of composing lyrics? U: Of course. Me: When you write lyrics, where do you usually draw your inspiration? U: *thinks* hmm... Well, I just draw inspiration from real life. When I’m thinking about something or when I watch a show or drama, I just get thoughts and write them. It was time to move on, so I gave him one last firm handshake and moved on. Thanks to his sunny smile, I was able to feel accomplished after talking to him. I officially didn’t mess up royally in front of my bias! THE SUNSHINE OF IMFACT, LEE SANG ☀ LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THIS GUY. HE WAS SO NICE!! He already pointed me out in the beginning but seriously, this guy is awesome. Right when I moved to him, he extended his hand out and gave me a big, friendly handshake. He greeted me, “What’s up?!!” in English. S: Ah, Hawaii~ my sister went to America. (I love that random transition of topics) Me: Really? Where in America? S: *says in English* America. For study. Me: *internally: I know Sang, I’m asking where* Where, in America? *says it again* S: *I think he didn’t specify, or he forgot, but he said she just studied abroad, and came back. I just accepted that answer lol* Me: You should come visit Hawaii!! And then he proceeds to tell me that he really wants to go. He looks at my post-it.

Translation- Q: Do you have a favorite Nine Muses song? (NM and IMFACT are same company) I told him that I really like Namyu and that they’re my favorite group, and since the two groups are the same company, I wanted to ask him what his fave song from them was. He wrote Drama, and ofc I love that song too. Darn, I forgot some other little things I might have talked to him about. But here’s another thing~ (I was just speaking my mind at this point) Me: Since there’s a lot I don’t know, who is the visual in IMFACT? S: Actually, we leave it up to the fans, who see members as visuals in their own viewpoints. Like, if a fan watches us, they’ll think “Ah, I like this one! He’s a visual!” These kinds of thoughts. So it’s an individual’s preference. *how precious is this* Me: Really? Well, honestly, I think you’re the visual. S: Ah, really? *short shy moment, gives me another handshake for the compliment* Me: Yeah, you’re really, really handsome. I can’t stress this enough, THIS GUY IS SO GREAT!! I forget what else we talked about, but at the end, I got flustered lol just.... ahhhhhhh > < NEXT, MAIN DANCER BUT TRYNA SNATCH DAT MAIN VOCAL POSITION, KIM TAEHO ♦ Taeho is really cool and just polite and nice~ I just loved his reaction when I said I was from Hawaii. He was like, “Wa, Hawaii?” like aw. And I had to tell him about how cool it was that he got more lines this comeback. Seriously, seems like all the vocals in this group can be main. Me: Also, I really like how you got a lot of parts this time around. T: Ah, really? *smiles* You like my vocals? Me: Yeah! Compared to the older songs, you got a lot of parts. Isn’t it nice? T: Yep~ *high-five* Thank you~ Me: Hm, how are the parts distributed, anyway? T: Actually, we each get together and divide the parts based on who fits the lines the most. We come to an agreement and split the parts that way. Like we say, “Oh, I think you would fit this part well”, and so on. Me: Wow, that’s nice~ What do you honestly think of the title track, “Tension Up”? T: I do like it. It’s really exciting. I also like In the Club and especially Please Be My First Love. That kind of style. *sly self-promo as always* Me; I agree! T: We have more songs in store, so please anticipate them. Me: Ah, could you give me a little hint about the next track? *COMEBACK SPOILER EXCLUSIVELY FROM TAEHO* T: Compared to “Tension Up”, the next one is a bit... slower tempo. It’s hip-hop, but more... relaxing? Chill? Me: Ah, really? Sounds exciting. I’ll continue supporting IMFACT in the future~

I don’t remember much else that we talked about, but that was still a lot~ Such a sweet guy. Really cares for his fans, like all of them. THE AWKWARD BUT SWAG RAPPER LEADER, LEE JIAN ♠ Last but definitely not least, I met Jian~ Awkward little greetings ftw. Me: Hi~ Jian-ssi~ Oh, where’d your note go? JA: Hi, it’s right here~ *looks at said note* Me: Oh *flustered af, drops head in embarrassment*

Translation- Q: Is an IMFACT X Nine Muses collab possible?? A: We’ve done one! On the picture: Nine Muses Noonas are coming back soon, so please give them lots of support, and if a chance for a collab presents itself, we’ll do it for sure! In response to my surprise at his answer, we had a convo. JA: We collaborated before. Me: Oh right, "Dream”, right? (referring to Sang x Keumjo’s duet) JA: Actually, during the Star Empire Family Concert in Japan. Me: Oh, really? JA: Yeah. It was me and Keumjo-noona, we did a collab. Me: Ah, which song? I didn’t know. JA: Taeyang-sunbaenim’s “Eyes, Nose, Lips”. Me: Oh, I’ve never seen it. Do you think it would be on YouTube? JA: I think it’ll come up if you search it there. I told him about Nine Muses being my favorite girl group, and he mentioned that they helped IMFACT a lot, and he really appreciates them. AND HERE’S WHEN I LITERALLY SAID WHAT HAS BEEN BOTHERING ME FOR SOME TIME LOL HEAR ME OUT, OKAY? Me: Okay, this isn’t an insult, but I have something to say... JA: Okay, what is it? Me: When I look at you, Jian, I think of Euaerin. You remind me of her a lot. Like your tone... And I remember when you impersonated her. JA: Ah, really?~ *smiling* Actually, I really look up to her. She’s helped me a lot. *I forgot what he said specifically, but he was really chill and nice about this LOL I hope it didn’t offend him cuz they could be counterparts! Killer rappers and amazing dancers.*

Like look at this goddess

And then look at this hunk! LOL. Their sharp features stand out, and they’re really charismatic. (God I miss Euaerin now). And then it was time to continue my attack on Jian. But this time, I wanted to give him a direct compliment~ Me: But Jian-ssi. JA: *interested* yes? Me:You’re really handsome. JA: *amused at my straightforwardness* Ah, thank you~ *laughs* Me: Yeah, especially this... *gestures at the amazing tie he’s wearing, bless his outfit and his whole existence* It suits you very much. Did you pick it yourself? JA: Actually, the stylists did it... Me: Oh, well it still looks good! Then it was time to go *sad face* Me: *reads Jian’s message on my album* Ah, but don’t worry~ I’m not just a Nine Muses fan, I’m also IMFACT’s fan~ I’ll support you in the future! JA: Thank you! See you! Me: Bye bye! JA: Bye~ Junior~~ Just the way he said my name at the end made me so warm on the inside hehehehe~ they are all sweethearts. It took a long while to go through all 120 fans, but it was great. They had a little game session with the fans, where they would draw something on a notepad and then the fans guess the answer. The ones who answered would get a chance to take a selca with them. *ahhh jelly* Honestly, during that game, I was confused AF about what they were drawing LMAO I did not know how the fans could get all the right answers! I was stumped. Then IMFACT performed some songs, as this was the “fanmeeting” part of the event. They performed some fan favorites- Tension Up (of course) and Lollipop. And during Lollipop, Sang was EXTRA and ran offstage momentarily and I GOT TO TOUCH HIS HAND AGAIN~! HE’S SO GREAT WITH FANSERVICE. LOVE YOU SANG!! Seriously, they know how to charm their fans and make them feel loved! It was almost time to go, but IMFACT asked the staff if they could do one more encore stage of Please Be My First Love. The fans were cheering, wanting it, AND SO WAS I, LIKE THIS SONG IS SUCH A TREASURE. BEST CHILL SONG RIGHT NOW. Refreshing like a breath of spring air~ Their vocals were on point and it was cute because in the middle, when Ungjae started rapping, his mic turned off for some reasons and had some difficulties but the members helped and lent him a mic until it started working again. So talented and thoughtful agh. Then, it was time to go~ they waved goodbye and the lights dimmed and turned off again, just like the beginning. Just as they had come. They all disappeared backstage, except Jeup who straggled and stayed back a little to say one last cute farewell to the audience. And that was it. A great day well spent. It was so worth the trouble of applying, even if it was a different format than I was used to. IMFACT is so underrated, and I think Star Empire is not doing the best that they can to help them succeed. Like, the members are all charming and talented and exceptional, but their title songs are not innovative, unique, or otherwise outstanding to really catch the public’s eye. Star Empire failed ZE:A and they messed up Namyu, and I feel so bad for IMFACT. But hope remains, and I will keep supporting them in their journey. I wish them all the luck for stardom. Please give IMFACT a try. Listen to their b-sides too, they have really good side tracks, which seem to be the real hidden gems of their music. RECOMMENDATIONS FROM ME: Woo Please Be My First Love (If I didn’t stress this enough) In The Club (an excellent r&b, more somber song of theirs) Mirrorz Feel So Good (a really underrated title track, really hype-worthy) And that’s it for my fanaccount!! It’s super long but it’s all my thoughts~ I’m going to make a video for this whole experience, hopefully by tomorrow. I spent so much time on this, hahaha. Until next time~

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