#all the fake spot fuckers will show up Because they’ll see him all big and scary and be like awooogah!!!!

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there was a homestuck aggie ? !!!

#i wish i knew !!! #but i wouldnt have been able 2 have joined anywYs My parsnts wanted to watch RRR #That reminds me i need 2 start curb your enthusiasm My lovely girlfirjed recommended it to me^_^ #im gonna take a bath now and put it on #also theres less and less spot art on twitter the 3rd movie needs 2 come out right NOWWW!!! #all the fake spot fuckers will show up Because they’ll see him all big and scary and be like awooogah!!!! #Well me too but i wS here from the very START! And you all wanted miguel you disnt give spot the light of day when he was lame🤬🤬🤬posers!!! #i like that he is a lesser favorite of that fandom thoug Because i dont think i could handle anumore shit takes on his character !!!! #im so out of it rifbt now lol My mom woke me up early

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Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin Rating: E Genre: angst, comedy, android au, ai au, summer au Word count: 4,507 Summary: yoongi is like the blur of a dream jimin can’t grasp – pretty, enigmatic and an android

FOR @btssmutclub Summer x Smut Project!! 

Masterlist | Group 6: Down by the lake 

A/N: Thank you fellow group members, it has been such a ride! @ironicarmy @jiminniethemarshmallow @jhspetitegf ! shout out also to @jhspetitegf for your wonderful banners and masterlist x Our universes are linked so i urged you guys to read all fics too, because why the heck not.  leave kudos on ao3!

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DOWNLOADING FINAL UPDATE.

ALL FUNCTIONS: ON.

LOVE FUNCTION — TURN ON?

DROID MIN-YOON-GI IS READY.

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Jimin is running. He’s running for his fucking life, the harsh pants like fire in his chest, the weight of his shoulders sinking into the ground. The air is hazy and the skies are gray and yet he feels shadows chasing after him like vines on a fence. He steps on a puddle, and dirty, murky black water sloshes and stains his calves, white shoes, and blue pants. He feels the grime on his skin and the race in his chest, and the fear the gripes him but Jimin doesn’t slow down, can’t slow down, runs and runs and fucking runs—

“Jimin!” Taehyung shakes him awake, drool running down his chin, dotting at the neckline of his shirt.

Jimin rubs fatigue away from his eyes and stares blankly at his friend.

“We’re here, Jin’s lakehouse. Look at the waters!” Taehyung points excitedly at the calm, blue waters, and then he sees the grandeur of the lakehouse, a pretty exquisite building slightly far off beside it. The car rounds up another corner before turning in, looping, and Jimin promptly forgets about his dream that almost got his heart out half his chest.

They get off the car and wait for Jungkook as he pulls over. Hoseok spills out of the car, lanky limbs and loud presence. Jimin watches him and when their eyes meet, they both grin, his mind firing up and remembering of the plan everyone devised for Taehyung (bless his stupid, stubborn ass) and waits for chaos. Jin talks about sorting roommates and Jimin hollers the same time Hoseok cries for Jimin’s name. The look Taehyung gives Jimin makes him double back a laugh, throwing his head back.

“I don’t want to room with Faye!” Taehyung murmurs under his breath.

Jimin just throws a smirk and shrugs.

“Y’all just gonna stand there and fuss or help me with the bags?” comes Zoe’s voice from the boot of the car. Everyone rushes over, laughter melding with the summer air.

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Hoseok snaps his fingers and Jimin returns to the present, sitting on the bed with his bags by the side on the floor. His feet hang by the edge of the bed.

“What are you thinking about?” Hoseok’s warm smile melts away Jimin’s worries even for a bit.

“Nothing much,” He returns a smile. If Hoseok sees through the cracks he doesn’t point it out. Jimin is grateful for it. That’s the whole point of this summer trip isn’t it? Leave all your damn worries and burdens behind, bury your head in the sand and just burn your youth away for a few days.

“I’m gonna head down now, you coming?” Hoseok stands by the door.

“Just a bit. You go ahead first.” Jimin replies.

“Don’t take too long! I think Jin wants to show us something—” Hoseok’s voice trails off as he heads down the stairs.

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When Jimin sees Yoongi he hates to think of it cliche, but he feels his breath knocked out of his chest and his brain short-circuiting a little. Attraction is such a funny little thing.

He finally finds the rest of them by the dining area and rejoins the group, pulling a chair beside Hoseok.

“Hyung I probably saw the man of my dreams.” Jimin says dramatically.

Hoseok laughs.

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He learns the name of the stranger with dark but pretty eyes – Yoongi – when Faye calls out to him for some help. Is he a helper here? Must be earning some big bucks helping out in Jin’s family.

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“Are you going for movie night later?” Taehyung asks Jimin as they explore the area a bit.

“Of course! Why you’d even ask?” Jimin slurps noisily on the fruit juice Yoongi prepared. He cut each fruit into precise little cubes before blending them together. Jimin knows because he was by the kitchen island staring at another man preparing drinks. It really isn’t creepy. It’s for future references.

“Oh I don’t know your ass can’t seem to leave Yoongi’s alone.” Taehyung teases.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Am just curious is all.”

“And you know what they say?” Taehyung takes a dramatic pause as he sips his drink.

Jimin waits.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” Taehyung grins as he heads into the gazebo.

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Yoongi walks in and out carrying food and drinks to the tables outside and Jin helps. Namjoon and Hoseok argues about what movie to watch in the background.

“Shut up, you’re beautiful,” Jungkook suddenly shouts out of nowhere. Sooyun looks like a deer caught in headlights as the meat she grills probably grows charred.

Faye tells her the food is burning and she scrambles to get rid off it and Jimin cackles.

“Shut up, you’re beautiful.” He mimics with a stupid face. Taehyung guffaws.

“Oh baby, stop.” Taehyung fake gushes. Jimin makes kissy faces and glances back at Jungkook every other second. His face grows both ten shades redder and darker and the duo doesn’t stop shitting on him.

“God the two of you.” Jimin spits out as his laughter eventually dies down.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jungkook seethes.

“Tell me I’m beautiful first.” Jimin puffs his chest out.

Jungkook whacks him instead.

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Jimin doesn’t really know what he’s trying to accomplish whenever he sees Yoongi by himself (which is ninety percent of the time), and takes every opportunity to speak—flirt—with him. Yoongi seems entirely unfazed, or at least pretends to (how nice, but Jimin doesn’t want nice, he’s trying to push his buttons) and tries his best to answer to every of Jimin’s ridiculous questions.

He’s by the lake with Namjoon and Hoseok, who brought unicorn floats out and are lazing in the calming waters.

“You know what would be nice right now?” Hoseok says lazily, his shades sliding slightly down his nose.

“What?” Jimin humours him when Namjoon doesn’t.

“Some iced cold beers. I’m gonna tell Yoongi to bring some.”

“Oh I can call him for you—” Jimin brandishes Hoseok’s phone, being the only one still on land, waiting for Taehyung and Jungkook to show up before heading in for a swim.

“Oh it’s fine! I beeped him already.”

“Beeped?”

“Yeah you know, Jin gave us all a wristwatch to call for Yoongi whenever.”

“What watch?”

“Babe, he wasn’t there.” Namjoon quips after a beat.

Hoseok looks at his boyfriend then leans back. He laughs.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Within minutes Yoongi arrives with two buckets of beers. He places them besides Jimin.

“Throw one to me please dearie.” Hoseok cooes.

Yoongi throws, a perfect swing, and Hoseok catches easily.

“Just twist the cap, it comes off easily.” Hoseok does as told and flicks the cap bottle back. Yoongi doesn’t miss.

Taehyung and Jungkook eventually joins, loud brash energy pouring in. They spot the beers and cheer, each taking one. Jimin uncaps his as well.

“Anyone seen Jin and Zoe anywhere?” Taehyung asks, squinting his eyes. Nobody responses. Jungkook shrugs, a smug grin on his face.

“Where are the girls?” Namjoon asks.

“They say they’ll join in a bit.” Taehyung supplies.

“Shall we, comrades?” Taehyung gestures to both Jungkook and Jimin. Jimin takes another swig of his beer and he’s near two gulps left.

Jungkook gives a dramatic ah before finishing his beer then shredding his clothes off. Taehyung follows suit. Jimin starts stripping too. They leave their boxers and jumps into the waters causing big splashes, deliberately getting Namjoon and Hoseok wet, much to their chagrin.

“What do you expect, losers!” Jimin shouts, laughing, brushing his hair back.

“Are you coming in hyung?” He diverts his attention to Yoongi, who watches.

“Wait, can he be in contact of water?” Jungkook muses.

“I think so? I remember Jin hyung mentioning Yoongi is made with some sort of premium skin.” Taehyung replies.

“Premium skin? Skin that doesn’t prune perhaps.” Jimin jokes.

“It’s true. My skin doesn’t prune.” Yoongi confirms.

He lingers at the waters before snapping his gaze up again. “As much as I’d like to join, I have some other matters to attend to.” He smiles before leaving.

“What the fuck?” Jimin says.

“Stop, you guys are terrible.” Comes Sooyun’s voice.

“What?” Jimin looks around. The boys start snickering to themselves.

“Yoongi is a droid Jiminie.” Zoe supplies. “He’s custom-made by Jin’s dad and he’s stationed at the lakehouse to help out.”

Jimin takes a moment, before he cracks a laugh. Everyone joins him.

“Got me good guys, you fuckers.” He jokes. Then submerges himself underwater, holding his breath, to drown the voices out.

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Day turns into night faster and Jimin dreads the end of this vacation. He doesn’t want to think about school and real life problems like moving out of the orphanage, away from his family. He’s already made peace at twelve he’d probably never have a foster family, so he made a home at where he was. Aunt Megs has become the mother in his life, Joan sometimes acting like a dad, and every other unwanted kid his brother and sister. But when you turn eighteen you’re supposed to move out and get an apartment of your own. Megs been pushing it as long as she can with the papers and authority but Jimin has this niggling feeling he can’t fucking shake off.

“Hey, sorry we didn't tell you Yoongi was a droid.” Taehyung snaps him back to the present, back to the bonfire, and hands him a beer.

“Nah.” Jimin shrugs.

“Thought it was quite a joke at first.” Taehyung says.

“I mean I’d do the same so.” Jimin says.

“Then you tailed him everywhere like a puppy.” Taehyung laughs.

“What can I say, he’s beautiful.” Jimin declares.

“What’s going on up here?” Taehyung taps the beer bottle at Jimin’s temple.

Jimin laughs and shrugs it off. “Nothing much.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Tae says, his eyes shining. And Jimin trusts him, with his fucking life. But it’s a vacation and he doesn’t want things to grow somber.

“Yeah I know.” Jimin smiles.

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“You know Tae actually really likes you,” Jimin word vomits it out later during the bonfire. He feels like he said something he probably shouldn’t have, judging from the incredulous look  on Faye’s face.

“What?” She says.

“S’true.” He slurs. Shit, he probably drank too much, he can feel the heavy pound on his head, the alcohol running in his blood and sudden burst of mirth in his chest. Jimin giggles.

“Well I think you’re entirely misinformed.” Faye declares.

“No he does, he really likes you.” Jimin waggles his brows and jabs a finger in the air.

Faye grows silent, before she bites back, “Well then who do you like?”

And Jimin really doesn’t want to, but his mind wanders off to a blur of a pretty face with a sharp gaze.

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Friends do stupid stuff together. Best friends do fucking stupid stuff together. He doesn’t know how and why the fuck he got dragged into this ridiculous plan of a mess Taehyung came up with: to string him and Faye together so they can talk— fuck— it out. All he knows is that he’s in the middle of the damn woods and he’s gone sober as fuck and he really really needs water. He may have lost his voice at this point.

“Tae!” Jimin whisper-shouts.

“What?” He whisper-shouts back.

“I really need to drink water so I’m heading back first.”

“Noo I need my comrade with me—“

“And listen to you both fuck the angst out of each other? No thanks.”

Jimin loves Tae to bits he does, but right now he loves his bed more.

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Jimin feels the pull of of his muscles and the sores at his shoulders as he trudges back to his room. When enters the room, he doesn’t expect to see Yoongi splayed so prettily on all fours, ass up in the fucking air, hands and legs bounded with ribbons. Where the hell did he get even get those from?

He hears Jimin enters and turns, head in a funny angle, hair in a mess. Sin is on Jimin’s mind and Yoongi wears innocence on his face.

“Is this what you meant by I want you bounded on all fours Jimin? I did extensive research online and replicated the most common imagery that kept cropping up.” Yoongi says.

“Jesus, hyung,” Jimin breathes. He quickly shuts the door and paces towards Yoongi.

What the hell is he to do, on one hand the sight is making him feel some type of way, fuck, on another hand he feels like he’s cheating Yoongi into something.

“Hyung,” Jimin calls.

“Hyung,” Yoongi repeats, his head facing the pillow and his ass still in the air (and Jimin can’t stop staring at his skin, he wants to touch, fuck). Yoongi doesn’t turn back, just mumbles to himself where Jimin can’t see him.

“Hyung.” Jimin presses.

“Are you displeased? Shall I change—” Yoongi shifts, tries to sit up – a feat any other human might have failed hilariously but he does it with such poise and ease, turns and sits his ass on his heels and has the bounds on his arms undone. Yoongi’s cock is curved up, red and thick against his tummy. This is entirely unfair. Just how advanced are these damn droids?

“No I am very pleased, actually.” Jimin starts. Yoongi watches him, with curious eyes, unabashed. Jimin takes in all of Yoongi: the curved ends of his fringe, the slant of his eyes, the slope of his nose. How he takes in a breath and his chest actually expands, his shoulders heave, his collarbones jut. Yoongi stares back just as Jimin watches him. The only difference is Yoongi doesn’t blink. He usually does, Jimin remembers. But he doesn’t question, just watches, tries to piece him apart just as much as how Yoongi is probably memorising him.

Jimin wonders what’s it like to have accurate eternal memory.

“Jimin?” Yoongi asks.

“Shh,” Jimin takes his hand and gently swipes his thumb over Yoongi’s lips. He can feel Yoongi’s breath against his skin. Yoongi will have eternal memory of this night. Jimin will remember how his heart slammed against his chest.

“Do you feel love hyung?” Jimin asks, softly. His rubs his finger gently, tries to commit to memory the plush of Yoongi’s lower lip. Yoongi parts them slightly.

“I have a love function, if that’s what you mean.” Yoongi answers.

“I can have it turned on for you, if you’d like.” Yoongi offers.

Jimin smiles.

“No it’s okay hyung. I like you like this. Whatever it is.” Jimin gets up on the bed slowly, his knee dipping the mattress, Yoongi staying rooted to his position, his arms crossed over his stomach shyly.

“I just want you to relax? To feel good?” Jimin breathes, mere inches apart from Yoongi.

“Feel good,” Yoongi repeats. Jimin leans in close, smelling the sweet scent of musk and presses chapped lips against soft ones. His heart jackrabbits in his ribs and Yoongi kisses him back gently first, tentative. Jimin wonders how are droids programmed to feel this real like human, yet not.

“I can do that.” Yoongi thinks aloud.

It’s the sweet taste on his tongue that gets Jimin wanting more, roaming hands against milky, white skin, and he inches to reach every expanse. He wants to leave marks, he wants to ruin this perfect picture.

Yoongi moans into the kiss and Jimin pulls him back and they both fall onto the bed, drinking each other up as if parched.

He’s hard, Jimin can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, can feel it curve and it bulges uncomfortably, and he kisses harder, scratches at Yoongi’s back, for purchase, for comfort, for release.

He doesn’t expect, but Yoongi grinds against him, ruts in slow, circular motion, and Jimin’s jaw go slack. Yoongi kisses him, trails wet sloppy ones (aren’t they build for perfection?) along his jaw, down his neck, licks a stripe of skin against his collarbone. Jimin sucks in a breath.

Yoongi easily removes Jimin’s pants and tosses it aside and Jimin watches with lidded eyes as it hooks swiftly onto the doorknob. He leans back again, feels his head meld into the fabric (darn this memory foam mattress shit Jin has), feels his skin on fire and his heart at his throat. Yoongi starts fisting at his cock, his hands slick and already wet but Jimin is too goddamn lost in his head to comprehend shit. Yoongi grips tightly, hard, squeezes even at one point and strokes his cock slowly, so sweet of a friction that drives half Jimin into a frenzy, writhing under the sheets, pretty dirty noises spilling from his lips.

“Yoongi,” Jimin breathes.

Yoongi flicks his wrist and thumbs at the underside of his head. “I’m guessing from the way your heart rate is hitting 127 beats per minute, I am doing this correctly?” Yoongi slurs at the shell of Jimin’s ear.

“Wow yes, talk dirty to me hyung,” Jimin almost cracks a laugh.

Yoongi stops and hovers above Jimin, and he doesn’t want to, but Jimin eventually looks into his eyes. Yoongi smiles sweetly, his eyes like stars glistening back and Jimin feels his heart skip two beats. Yoongi leans in to kiss him, tenderly and slowly and Jimin licks into the roof of his mouth. Jimin pushes Yoongi up, who gets the hint, and brings Jimin up with ease until they sit on the bed once again. They don’t break their kiss as Jimin guides Yoongi into straddling him, Jimin’s hand sliding down Yoongi’s back, gripping at his waist and eventually cupping his ass sitting it nicely on his wet cock.

“Shit, hyung, Yoongi,” Jimin groans, voice wrecked and they had barely done shit.

Yoongi looks at him, and there’s a glint in his eyes, black and wild. The sheets are a wrinkled, wet mess, and both pay no mind to it. Yoongi jerks up and slams his ass down again, wet and slippery along Jimin’s cock.

Jimin is actually fucking proud he hasn’t come right there and then, at what his peak youth of age but he’s going to explode soon at this rate.

“Hyung, need your ass. Can I fuck you?” He splurts.

Yoongi says nothing and strips Jimin’s shirt away. His kisses grow hungry, and Jimin swears Yoongi might leave a bruise from the way he kisses.

“You can do anything you want to me,” comes his breathy reply. And it’s moments like these that Jimin entirely forgets what Yoongi is, and feels what comes from his heart. After tonight, he’s finding who developed and pieced Yoongi together and sending them a fucking nobel prize.

“Lube, condoms, drawers—”

“We don’t need condoms.” Yoongi reminds him. Jimin almost feels stupid.

“Lube? I like it when it’s really wet,” Jimin confesses shyly, in between soft kisses. Yoongi stops grinding into Jimin and places his hands at Jimin’s shoulders. He thumbs at Jimin’s collarbone, and Jimin exhales a breath. You’re so pretty. I wish you were real. (But I am real?)

“I have a self-lubricant function. I’m made for this.” Yoongi says.

I’m made for this rings at Jimin’s ear and he lets Yoongi line himself up along Jimin’s cock, the mattress dipping low at his side.

Right before Yoongi sinks into Jimin’s aching cock, he looks up into him and asks, “Shall I turn my settings up so it’s tighter for you?” He almost smiles.

“No,” Jimin holds his wrist.

“I like you like this. Whatever it is.”

Yoongi looks away as he sinks his ass into Jimin’s cock and Jimin half loses his mind. It’s so tight and it feels so fucking amazing. Yoongi shifts, slowly until his balls deep and Jimin sucks in a breath.

“Fuck.” It’s shaky and chipped at the edges Jimin barely recognizes his own voice.

“Fuck me?” Yoongi stares into Jimin’s brown orbs.

Jimin rocks them slowly first, his thighs clenching, his whole body clenching, his breathing heaved and Yoongi starts grinding down, riding him, and they find a heated rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin and wet, slick noises the only thing reverberating across the room.

“Yoongi,” Jimin gasps when the android whines at one point, when Jimin snaps his hips up and Yoongi slams his ass down, his lips parting and his eyes tightly shut. Yoongi has his head lolled back and his neck exposed, his adam apple bopping as he swallows. Jimin sucks at skin there hard enough to bruise.

He doesn’t remember exactly who finds who, but they meet in the middle, and Jimin finds their hands interlocked as he fucks into Yoongi, fucks him into oblivion, and he loses his self.

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Androids sex are a thing. It’s a commonality in the world they now live in. It’s in fact very popular, in different districts and there are shit ton of kinks, settings and demand for droid sex because they aren’t human. They do things no human can and people like that shit. They crave it. People can fall in love with droids too; they fall in love with them all the time. Jimin doesn’t know if droids can actually fall in love, but he’s heard of cases, where droids had to be overwritten of their motherboards, or entirely re-coded because they supposedly fell in love. Most of the time with their makers since they probably spend the longest periods with. Other times with their owners. Jimin doesn’t really remember the news reported much about AI, frankly.

He wonders why the news doesn’t report or research on shit like how droids sleep (charging?), how peaceful and serene they can look sleeping. He sees the marks littered across Yoongi’s body and wonders if they fade over time like how his will. Or he can easily have them removed in a blink of an eye. Or do they actually stay on, permanently?

Yoongi sleeps on quietly, the lull of the aircon the only noise in the background. Jimin leans in and presses a soft kiss on his forehead, dresses up and leaves. He doesn’t like the way his heart squeezes.

“Oh Jiminie hyung,” He hears Jungkook call him from behind. He turns and smiles.

“Wild night?” Jungkook expression changes when he spots something at Jimin’s neck.

“Wilder than yours could ever be.” Jimin smirks. Jungkook coughs then heads off.

Jimin ends up running around the lakehouse for the next hour.

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Everyone’s all packed and ready to leave but Jimin’s the last because after his run he decided to walk by the woods, taking in the freshness of the air and the calmness of the space. He fell asleep on the grass with the sun shining gently on his face. Taehyung found him and half carried him back to the lakehouse.

Jimin places his last item in his luggage and ignores Jungkook who honks every two minutes. He hears laughter and shouts from his window. When he gets up and reaches for his duffel bag he sees Zoe by the door. She looks at him intently. Jimin grins at her – what a sight to see her without Jin for once, a tease ready at the tip on his tongue, but she beats him to it.

“Got everything Jimin?”

“Yeah.” He smiles, pulling his luggage along. They meet by the doorway and she doesn’t move just yet. Holds his his wrist and asks, “You okay?”

It feels like a punch to the gut because it’s unfair how easy he’s read open like a book. Or maybe Zoe’s just really good at pulling apart frayed seams.

“Yeah I’m great.” Jimin beams brighter than usual. Zoe doesn’t prod and releases her grasp.

“Well, Yoongi is looking for you. He’s down by the lake.”

“Jungkook⁠—”

“He’ll wait⁠.” Zoe sing-songs then pats at Jimin’s arm before whistling down the stairs.

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The droid stands by the pier, hands in his pockets, the wind ruffling at his hair.

“Zoe said you were looking for me?” Jimin clears his throat. Yoongi turns, and it’s odd seeing him in simple casual wear like an oversized shirt and basketball shorts. It’s odd how natural he blends in.

“Yes I wanted to say goodbye. And give you a hug.” He adds awkwardly. Something tugs at Jimin’s heartstrings.

“Oh. Sure. Well, I’m leaving now.” Jimin laughs nervously.

Yoongi walks towards him, and wraps his arms around his neck. The hug is tight and last longer than usual (Jimin doesn’t mind) and for a moment, he thought he almost felt Yoongi’s heartbeat through his thin black cotton.

“Thank you for last night. I have it favorited and stored under your folder.” Yoongi informs. His eyes curves into crescent and his lips curl upwards into a small smile. He thinks Yoongi looks so pretty like this.

“My folder—”

“Yeah you know—”

“—I know.” Jimin cuts him off. He has always been a curious kid, blazing into the world like fire through a barren forest. He burns like the summer’s air and cut like December’s frost. Yet when it comes to Yoongi, there’s a shake in his heart and he’s off-kilter and Jimin doesn’t like how it feels. Maybe he’s better off computing, storing, like Yoongi.

“Bye Yoongi.” Jimin smiles.

“Goodbye Jimin.”

Jimin never did well with farewells. That’s why he avoids it altogether.

“See you when I see you.” He laughs, when the air got a bit heavy and his eyes stung a little.

Yoongi just grinned. Jimin turns and half-runs back to the cars, lest he decides he never wants to fucking leave this place.

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Yoongi watches, as the cars drove off, leaving smoke in the trails, melting into the summer air and the clouds decide it’s time for the sun to come out again.

There’s an automatic update Yoongi senses coming on and he doesn’t bother heading back into the house, in the shade. It’s not like he can feel the sunrays. He senses the heat, as he’s wired to, coded, to be as life-like as possible but he doesn’t perspire and his skin doesn’t actually prickle so he just stands there, by the road.

When the update finishes Yoongi roars back to life, and he...feels different. He accesses his drive and finds Jimin’s folder tucked in an entirely different independent drive, one he’s never known before. Yoongi frowns, and heads back to the house, his call sensor beeping from Jin’s dad, many miles away from here.

Yoongi writes a short message as he walks and sends it to his maker. Perhaps he would schedule an appointment with her, and asks about the independent drive.

He dreams of Jimin that night.

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INPUT NEW: LOADING. . .

WAITING. . .

GENERATING. . .

NEW INPUT GENERATED

ADDED INTO ‘JIMINIE’

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#BSCproject #summer x smut #yoongi x jimin smut fic #btssmutclub

[the-walking-memelords]

Allegiances: Chapter 9

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

Series is rated M

Word Count: 4019

The day of reckoning has arrived and Clementine decides to spend her last day of peace with her friends.

Read it on Ao3!

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It’s almost time.

Her last day of peace. Once the sun set, all hell would break loose.

Might as well enjoy it.

The fall breeze played with her hair as she stepped out into the sunlight. The sun may be cheerful but gloom hung on the wind, infecting even the most optimistic member of the group.

“I have other stuff I need to do.” Louis argued with Violet at the entrance of the admin building.

“What stuff?” The blonde retorted, crossing her arms.

“Nothing, it’s just… it’s important.”

“Goddammit, Louis. Take this seriously for once in your life.” The argument grew more heated as Vi refused to back down.

“I’ve been taking this seriously for fucking days! Over a week!”

“So has everyone. Get over yourself.” Violet growled at the boy.

She watched Louis stomp away from Violet, his dreads swung in front of his face as he walked right past her. Deciding to give him some space, she went to get some answers from Violet.

“Hey.” Clementine caught the blonde’s attention.

“What’s going on?”

“We still got shit to do but Louis would rather goof off or whatever the hell he’s doing than help.” Violet let out a heavy sigh as she crossed her arms.

“He’s always been like this, finding every excuse to do as little work as possible and it’s fucking frustrating.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Clementine anxiously scraped a rock back and forth beneath her boot.

“Yeah, he seems to listen to you at least.” Her angry expression changed to an apologetic one once the words left her mouth.

“Sorry, I- uh… shit. I just want to make sure we’re ready. If you’re right and they find us… I don’t want to lose anyone else to those bastards.” Her voice caught in her throat. The stress of keeping everyone together was evident in the bags under her eyes.

“I’m not going to let that happen, Vi.” Clem assured her, determination in her tone.

“If those fuckers try to get at anyone in this school they’ll have to kill me first.”

“That’s one of the things I’m afraid of.” She confessed.

“I don’t want you to get hurt either, Clem. You’ve dealt with a lot of bullshit the last couple weeks but you never ditched us. You could’ve just left. You could’ve kept running from the war but instead, you stayed to help us. I don’t think I ever thanked you for that.”

“You don’t need to thank me for staying.”

Please don’t thank me for staying.

Those words caused an all too familiar feeling in her heart.

“I don’t want to go back to the way things used to be. It was killing me. I’m not sure how much longer I could have gone on.” A heart so empty of life it felt like it sometimes forgot to beat.

“I’ve never been in a group like this before. A real family.”

“You’re a part of that family too. We all care about you.” She smiled somewhere over Clem’s shoulder.

“But I think there’s someone who cares about you more than the rest.”

She followed Vi’s look to see Louis at the archery target. Brow furrowed as each arrow missed the wooden circle completely, sticking out of the dirt below it.

Clementine’s cheeks turned pink when she realized what Violet was suggesting. She opened her mouth, prepared to deny it all… but something was different. Her heart skipped a beat and for once, it wasn't out of fear. It was… hope.

“...Do you really think so?” She gave a nervous laugh as a smile tugged at her lips.

“Ah, so you do like him back.” Violet teased as she poked the blushing girl’s arm.

“Shut up.” She almost whined, her face growing warmer after revealing her secret, but inside herself, there was no denying how she felt about Louis.

He needs to know.

I want him to know.

“Ugh, it’s so cute I’m going to puke.” She joked, making a fake gagging noise.

“Marlon and Omar are out at the greenhouse and Aasim and Willy are working out some trap ideas so I guess I’ll go board up the back hallway since Louis isn’t going to do it. Can you see how the others are doing?”

“Sure.” She looked back towards Louis again.

“Don’t spend all your time on him, okay? I want to know if everyone has their shit together.” Violet wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to privately tease her friend about her little crush.

“Go get him, tiger.”

“Violet, I swear to god.” Her face burned with embarrassment.

Violet held her hands up, smirk unfading as she backed into the admin building.

Clementine let out a groan as she pondered if that was a good idea or not. Looking over at Louis, still struggling with archery, she decided to find someone else before facing him.

According to Ruby and Brody, there was a lot of walker activity not far outside the walls than usual. It made hunting more difficult but maybe the dead would help keep Lilly at bay just a little. Mitch’s test bomb refused to go off meaning he would need as much time as he could get to figure it out.

The yard already looked like a war zone. Flipped tables creating barriers and narrow paths from the gate to the admin building. The rotten eyes of the decapitated walkers heads decorated pikes all around. Crudely painted banners and graffiti with messages such as “Leave or Die!” and “Fuck Raiders” among their other more decorative features were hopefully enough to at least make them look like more than a bunch of kids with sticks going up against a bunch of adults with guns.

“Hey, Clem.” a small voice came from behind her.

“What’s up, Tenn.” She greeted the excited boy.

“I wanna show you something!” He grinned ear to ear as he lead Clem by her hand to another one of the few unflipped tables in a shady spot in the yard. A few pencils were strewn across the boards surrounding a single piece of lined paper.

“Since you’re helping protect us from the bad people, I wanted to make you something, as a thank you.” The boy eagerly handed the page to her.

Clementine studied the little graphite figures, recognizing each member of the school standing in front of what appeared to be the admin building. The short girl with poofy curls standing in the middle appeared to be her, bow in hand with a proud smile.

Aw.

“It’s beautiful, Tenn.” A similar smile as depicted in the drawing spread across her face as she carefully folded it up into her pocket.

“I’ll keep it safe.”

The boy was pleased with Clem’s reaction. The grin on his face reminded her of AJ whenever he gifted her one of his masterpieces. Her blue cap loose on his head as he adjusted it constantly as he eagerly showed her the scribbled figures of the people he encountered in the Delta. Some she could kind of recognize, others were strangers. Her little boy gifted her many of his drawings. Clementine wished she had been allowed to keep them.

“I know a little boy like you. A lot younger, but he loves to draw, too.”

These two would be great friends.

“You do?” Confusion crossed his features.

“Where is he?”

“He’s… gone.” She took a deep breath, her smile becoming partially forced.

“But I’m going to see him again, one day.”

I will.

I will.

I promise.

“My sisters are gone, too, but I don’t like to think about it like that. I like to think about where they would be now.” His words caught her a little off guard.

“Sophie was really good at making stuff. She would build a place big enough for all of us and paint it too, and Minerva would be singing would be singing whatever new song she’d wrote.”

“Heh. That does seem like a nice way to think about it.” Her and AJ living free was all she could ever hope for.

Tennessee went back to his drawings as Clem thought about what it could be like if she really brought AJ to the school.

Clementine pictured what the school might be like on a nice summer day.

Relaxing on the couch under the sun, taking in the sweet breeze as she listened to the squeals and laughs of the AJ, Tenn, and Willy as they ran around in whatever game of make-believe they’d concocted. The others smiling and nodding whenever they passed by during their daily duties. She’d smile and wave back, resting her head on Louis’ shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.

We could be happy here.

“Goddammit!” Louis exclaimed, swinging his bow in frustration as he plucked the arrows out of the dirt.

“Are you alright?”She asked. He glanced over with a small momentary smile before falling back into his downcast look.

“In a couple of months, or weeks, or days, or hours we’re going to be caught in the middle of a war we have nothing to with and a bunch of raiders are going come, burn down our home and steal or kill us.” He looked back down at the bow in his hand, biting his lip.

“And then It won't matter how much I sucked at this.”

“The raiders aren't going to burn anything or steal anyone.” It was disheartening to hear him on the verge of giving up.

“I’m not going to let that happen.”

“You sound like a one-woman army. Like you’re going to take them all down single-handedly.” He joked.

“Not that I’m doubting you could or anything. You are a certified badass after all.”

“Well, I have walked through many herds of walkers and come out unscathed.” She blushed at his praise.

“What’s a couple of asshole’s with guns, right?”

“Deadheads don’t shoot back.” He said flatly, not joining in on her joke.

“I’ve dealt with people who do, Louis.” Clementine pulled back the collar of her jacket, revealing the round scar where a bullet had torn right through her shoulder. He stared at it almost in horror.

“I was eleven when that happened. Haven’t been shot since.”

Well, not really.

But grazes don’t count!

“The fact that that might change soon is what terrifies me.” He leaned against the back of the couch.

“I want to be able to protect you, Clem. If something happened to you because of me… like at the hardware store…”

“Louis, what happened at the hardware store wasn’t your fault. Not to mention, you saved my life that day.” The look of pure rage on his face when he slammed Chairles into the head of that stranger was something she never expected from this soft boy.

“I… I’ve never killed someone before. I know that guy didn’t die… probably… but it’s the closest I’ve ever gotten.” His freckled face was scrunched in frustration.

“What if I need to when the fight comes and I can’t. If you got hurt or worse because I couldn’t kill someone… I-I can’t carry that for the rest of my life.”

Clementine’s heart ached as she saw him like this. Anguish in his watery eyes. Words on his lips he seemed to be biting back.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay? I believe in you. So believe me until you believe yourself, alright?”

“Easier said than done.” The light chuckle he produced didn’t feel genuine in the slightest.

Loud shouting sounded from the admin building startling the two. Louis squeezed her hand one more time before they wordlessly went to investigate. “Because you’re boring and your idea is stupid!” Willy yelled at a beyond frustrated Aasim. “Oh, I’m being stupid? You’re the one who can’t think straight. If you could hear yourself-” “Guys, what the fuck?” Violet stormed out of the admin building behind the arguing pair. “We were trying to work on the traps together but Aasim won't listen to anything I say!” The boy continued to raise his voice. “That doesn’t mean you have to scream at each other.” Louis crossed his arms. “I had the idea to use duffle bags full of bricks to drop on the raiders if they made it into the admin building.” Aasim explained. “But Willy here wants to use a giant idiotic swinging log to take out one raider at most.” Both boys looked to Clementine for a solution. “If we rig a bunch of duffel bags like mines above the stairwell they’ll have a hard time getting past without getting crushed.” She decided. “Practical, discrete, and deadly. That's what we go with.” “Mine’s all that too!” The young boy pleaded. “No, it isn’t.” Aasim continued to go after him. “It’s exactly something a child would come up with!” A swift punch to the gut to Aasim shocked the group as Willy quickly ran away inside. The boy groaned in pain and mumbled curses under his breath as he took a seat by the fire away from the others. “Great.” Violet growled. “We’ll all kill each other before the raiders get a fucking chance.”

“I have an idea on how to release some of the tension ‘round here.” The two of them plus Tennessee followed Louis to join their brooding friend by the fire. Here we go. “Hey, buuuddy, how’s it hangin’?” Louis greeted with a wide grin as everyone took their seats. “Dude, fuck off.” Aasim brushed him off. “Sulking in the corner isn’t going to help us fight off the raiders, or turn that frown upside down.” The freckled boy juggled his box of cards from hand to hand. “You get more annoying every day.” “Regardless, I’ve come up with a plan to make everyone feel better.” “What are we playing tonight, Lou?” The mullet-wearing boy asked. “Truth or Dare!” “You don’t use cards in Truth or Dare.” Violet pointed out. “You do in this version. High card asks, low card answers.” Louis insisted as he dealt a pile to each player, squinting suspiciously when he noticed Aasim glancing somewhere else. “If you want to ask Ruby to join, I don’t mind waiting.” Oh shit. “Shut up dude!” He panicked as Louis revealed his little secret. “I swear to God.” “You’ve got a crush on Ruby?” Violet teased the poor boy.

Aasim’s little crush became a running joke for the first half of the game, including a cruel dare from Clementine herself involving Aasim asking his dear, sweet Ruby for a kiss. A request that ended with him being promptly slapped in the face, sending the group of teens howling with laughter.

“I got this.” Louis said confidently as he drew the high card against Clementine.

“We’ve been pretty hard on poor Aasim here, teasing him about sweet Ruby. I think it’s time for us to mercilessly tease someone else about unrequited love.”

I don’t like where this is going.

“So.. Clem.”

Shit.

“Anyone here you… like-like?” Clementine didn’t know what was worse. The question, or the fact that Louis was the one asking. Her face began to feel warm and she prayed the others couldn’t tell how red it was in the dim evening light.

“Like-like? What are you, six?” Violet’s comment gave her a few extra seconds to think up a response.

“Seven, thank you.”

“I... uh.” Clem mumbled flusteredly.

Fuck it.

“Yeah.” She confessed, her face blushing more.

“I’ve definitely got feelings for someone.”

“Ha! Who is it?” Louis asked over excitedly.

“Not telling.”

Violet smiled at Clem with a knowing look, who in returned glared daggers at her.

“One more round.” Louis declared, his grin didn’t fade as everyone drew their next cards.

“Aasim! You’ve got the high card. And the loser is… Tennessee.”

“What’s something you never told anyone because you were afraid they’d make fun of you?” Aasim’s question made the nervous boy seem a little relieved that it wasn’t something worse.

“I think… I think walkers won’t always be around. They’ll go away someday.” The boy said hesitantly.

“The world goes in cycles, right? Stone age, Ice age, some other ages… So someday this age will end, and a new one will start.”

The group sat in silence for a moment, pondering Tenn’s perspective.

An age without walkers, like it used to be.

Such a world seemed like a lifetime ago, almost unreal. A world AJ had never known.

“Why is everyone looking at me like that?” The poor boy seemed to regret his words.

“Did I ruin the game?”

“I think that’s beautiful, Tenn.” Clementine assured him, sharing a warm smile.

“I never thought about it like that.”

“I think that feels like a good place to call it.” Louis collected his cards as everyone stood.

“We should finish our work, anyways. It’s getting dark.” Violet stretched as she stood.

“I’m going up to the bell tower to check our defences from up high. You can come with if you want, Clem.”

“Or you can hang out with me instead.” Louis poked her shoulder.

“There’s something I’ve been working on for a while and I want your opinion on it.”

Violet rolled her eyes and waved as she left the two alone.

Sorry, Vi.

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“Is this another ‘Vacation?’” Clementine asked as they entered the mostly dark music room, a few candles casting a golden glow over the grand piano.

“Almost. Kinda. Sorta.” He laughed nervously as he leaned against his prized instrument.

“I want to show you something, but I need your help first.”

“Help? With what?”

Louis reached behind him, picking a specific key and pressing on it. The sound it made was far from melodic.

“Sounds awful, right? All we need to do is tune it.” He smirked.

“That’s why I need you.”

“You realize I know nothing about pianos, right?” How did he expect her to help?

“It’s easy, just take a seat and I’ll tell you what to do.”

She ran her fingers lightly over the smooth keys as she sat at the bench. There were so many. It was a mystery to her how Louis could know the sound each identical key made.

“Now press the A key.” He told her as he fiddled with the strings.

“Uh, which one’s the A key?”

“Y’know, the A key, next to the B key, after the G key.” He tilted his head as he pointed out each one. She pressed down on the key producing an off-tune note.

“Great! Now press the peddles while I make some more adjustments.”

Clementine followed his steps hoping she was actually helping.

At least he seems to know what he’s doing.

“Alright, now one more thing.” He stated.

“Blow on the strings.”

I stand corrected.

“It sound’s weird, I know.” He must have caught the suspicious look on her face.

“Cooling the temperature helps set them in harmony.”

Clementine stood reluctantly as she leaned over the body of the piano, blowing on the lines of piano wire before shooting him a glare.

“Great! That did nothing because that’s not at all part of how you tune a piano.”

I fucking knew it.

“But it was funny!” He laughed, his winning smile making her heart jump as always.

“I could have done something on like a molecular level, or maybe, it’s good luck to blow on strings.” He pressed down on the newly-tuned key, seeming satisfied with the noise.

“Okay okay, you got me.” Clementine couldn't help but laugh out loud as she scooted over, allowing him to sit next to her. There was a fluttery feeling inside of her chest as they sat so close on the short bench.

“It’s good to see you like this.” He said softly before turning his attention to the piano.

His fingers love elegantly across the keys. Playing a soft yet emotional tune. Louis seemed to become lost in the music, spilling his heart into the air with every note.

“What are you playing? -And don’t say ‘a piano.’”

“A song… that I wrote.”

He wrote this?

“What’s it called?”

It’s beautiful.

“I don’t know yet.” He shrugged, finishing off the last few notes

“There. First time played. We should mark the occasion!”

Louis pulled his knife out of his coat, carving an L into the wood before offering it to her. She carefully added her own initial to the left of his, also carving a little plus in between.

C+L

Clementine and Louis

“Are you done tattooing that piano?” He was only joking, but she wasn’t done yet. Something was missing here.

Clementine continued to cut into the wood. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she almost felt unsure of her bold and permanent move. Louis watched her movements in confusion before it began to dawn on him what she had drawn.

“Oh, uh… that’s a… that’s a potato?”

Really? That’s your first guess?

“It’s a heart! Yep, I see it’s a heart.” His face grew red as he tried to laugh off his mistake.

“That’s… super cool. Really cool.”

Clementine rolled her eyes playfully as her cheeks grew warm. Her hands nervously played with one of the buttons at the bottom of her coat.

“Hey, uh. I’m about to dig myself into a deep hole from which I’ll never emerge. Cool? Cool.” He loudly took a deep breath.

“Time to get serious.”

“Serious? Wow. Are you feeling okay?”

“Not really, nope. Mm mm.”

Clementine began to worry once more. It was clear that this was a side of him he never let any of the others see. The brave face falls and his smile drops revealing the struggling boy underneath. The people here have known him forever, longer than she probably ever would and they still failed to see through his facade.

“Thanks… for being here. Listening. Blowing on the strings. Coming to help me with my project even though you probably have way more important things to do, and… for everything I’ve had to work through, for myself.” He rested his hand on the bench beside her, their fingers barely touching.

“Everyone hears the jokes, the piano… and then they stop listening. But you didn’t.”

Clementine’s heart thumped loudly in her ears as she stared into his eyes. She didn’t want to wait any longer, her heart might collapse otherwise.

I have to tell him while I still have the chance.

“Louis I…” Her mind drew blank, all the words she had planned to say became caught in her throat. He looked at her expectantly with worry in his eyes as she struggled to say anything.

Clementine gave up on words. Looking into his eyes she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Louis tensed up for a moment in shock before melting into the kiss, lightly cupping her face with his hands as she slid one of her own to the back of his neck. Slowly, they broke away, pressing their foreheads together as they peered into each other's eyes.

I can’t believe I just did that.

“I think that saves me the trouble of actually asking you out.” He smirked.

“Which is good, ‘cause I was a little worried you’d stab me if I tried.”

Clementine buried her face into the collar of Louis’ jacket as a fit of giggles overtook her. A little lightheaded with giddiness, she wrapped her arms around his neck and sunk into the warm fluff of his jacket.

“I know what to call the song.” he said as she sat up, their hands locked tightly together.

“‘Clementine.’ Y’know, cuz I like fruit, and I like you even more so… there.”

“You are such a weirdo.” Clem giggled, shaking her head.

“Yeah? Well, apparently you dig that. So who’s the weird one now?” He teased.

“It’s both of us.”

Clementine’s response to that was cut off by the frantic calling of her name.

“Clementine? Clementine?!” Ruby’s panicked voice sounded from down the hall, finding them in the music room just as Clem and Louis stood from the piano.

“Ruby! What’s going on?” She asked, but she already knew the answer.

“There’s someone outside!”

#Clouis #Louistine #Louisentine #fanfic #allegiances #my writing

[dongsooks]

Dating Kim Yugyeom

First things first

when he realises that he likes you he would ask his members

and the advice would start with

“Woo her with words, write her a song and serenade to her!”

“Be lowkey and cool about it. Buy her a burger and then just casually drop it”

“Just be straight forward about it. Tell her you like her and if she likes you back take her out”

he would probably go with Mark’s being cool and lowkey way

but he would fail bc damn I just don’t see him succeeding

so he would want to buy you a burger but then forget

and then he would try the convenience store

and think to himself that a cream cheese Sandwich would do the jb right?

wrong

so he meets you and is like

“Yeah I got that for me- no wait for you. I bought this for you”

and you would take it and be like

“Aw thank you but I’m lactose intolerant”

And he’ll just malfunction a little

“Mark told me that would work and I should just be lowkey and cool about liking you! And now I forgot you are lactose intolerant!”

and you just looked at him while biting your lip and he kept complaining so you just shushed him

“I like you too Yugyeom”

And his eyes were suddenly as big as his fake confidence

and there was this awkward silence for a second and then he was like

“Can I hug you?”

and you nodded and laghed at how cute that was like awwwwwwwww

and then he excuses himself because he needs to use the toilet

BUT THAT’S JUST A LIE

he actually texts into the 97′liner group chat and probably calls Bambam or something

the other members have two moods

either it’s

Jinyoung and JB in the living room with you while Yugyeom was on the toilet or smth

and it was dead silent while they looked at you judgingly

the clock on the wall made the only sound

and you’d just sit there and look at your knees

and then JB would be protective as he is

“Bring him back by 10″

“Yes ma’- sir. Yes sir!”

silence

and then Yugyeom would finally come in and be like

“Whut’s goin on”

you had no idea tbh

“Before you go. I don’t want to be a grandfather so protect”

“Don’t have sex at all. Jaebum what kind of values do you try to teach our children?”

And then the two start bickering and Yugyeom just slowly pulls you away

but the two don’t want to be mean they just want to protect their youngest

but then on the other hand you would have Bamba who’s just like

“Get fucked!”

He would put a lot of thought into dates but don’t mention it

like not bc he is humble but because he will deny it

so hard

let’s say he took you out to a restaurant

he would request the flowers on the table to be your favourite

but if you asked he would go

“What??? Don’t be delusional!!”

but you know

One time you took him ice skating

turns out he can’t ice skate but felt too daMN COOL TO ADMIT

so now he stand stiff on the ice while you push him

but if you speed up even a bit

he will be full o panting and fearing for his life

“Stop Y/N or I will just sit down and pull you down with me!”

he is just bluffing

you thought and didn’t slow down

and then suddendly it’s like a tower fell

and inevitably you fell too and now everyone is staring at the human mass on the floor  

quietly swearing at each other

you decide it would be good to just go for a coffee too

sometimes you two would just lay around and suddenly he goes

“how many chilis do you think I can fit in my mouth?”

and you are just like

“Yugyeom don’t you will regret that so much!”

and he is just like

“ok.ok.ok”

the next day bambam facetimes you to show you Yugyeom crying while drinking milk

“I don’t even feel sorry for you I told you!”

out of pure interesst you would want to know how many he could put in though

“3″

He would be super caring for you though

always making sure you ate and drank and slept enough

if you were out together and a breeze hit he would immediatly throw a piece of his clothing around you

“i’m not even cold!”

“yes but I don’t want you to get sick!”

If you ever got sick though

even if it was just the slightest stuffed nose

he get’s you enough medicine to cure the entire nation

and a preach about that one time four months ago you went out with slightly damp hair and how he told you it will get you sick

For skinship

he would love holding you

like

he would bury you in his body

would love leaving little kisses in your face randomly

he would bite you too

but god if his members would be even Close

he is two meters away from you

you better know he would not see the end of it if the members would see him even just brushing a body part of yours

I think he would also like to be the small spoon every now and then

with his head on your chest and his arms around your waist while talking to you

about his dreams and hopes

and also his worries

and you would need to reassure and soothe him

he would be there for you

always

and while he wouldn’t want to come across sappy 22/7

there would be those moments he would get serious and tell you things like

“I’m always there for you!”

“No matter what it is you can come to me and I will help you with it!”

“You mean the world to me!”

“I love you”

But especially saying “I love you” would be special to him and he wouldn’t want to say it too often

you knew when he did he really meant it

more often then not you would be teasing each other

“Hey dumbfuck pass me the salt”

“Why you need salt you have enough in your soul”

“Sweet how you think you can diss me”

“Sweet how you think I can’t”

and if anyone doesn’t know it’s just your basic way of communication they’ll be like

“Are they fine?”

and Jinyoung is just standing there like

“Susan wht do you mean that’s young love on it’s peak. Look at them bickering. Love birds”

I feel like fights would happen quite regularly

but they are more just petty, stubborn, heated convos

and they don’t last long

10 minutes max

he would show you dances he is working on

and sometimes bc he is a little fucker™

he would show you dances that are waaaaaay too sexy

and then you sit there like

“what is that?”

“just a choreo what do you mean?”

sometimes you would see him Play with Coco and giggle like a small Boy

or curl up while sleeping while his mouth slightly open

and you think about how cute and adorbly he is

and other times you remember that one If You Do Performance

and yeah uhm so much about cute Yugyeom

Overall: Dating Yugyeom would be full of fun an laughter. While he would often want to seem all tough and cool he would have the weakest, softest spot for you, caring for you crazily much and showing you so too.

#Yugyeom #Kim Yugyeom #got7 yugyeom #Got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 fluff #got7 boyfriend #yugyeom scenarios #yugyeom imagine #boyfriend yugyeom

[nommerwatch]

Happy Valentines Day, @asexualtabris! I was your partner for the  @mcgenjivalentine exchange. Enjoy! 

The parties in Oasis are always insane, despite the omnics, despite the Global Crisis, despite the bodies stacked up like firewood all over the world. In Oasis, they think that Jesse’s hat and revolver are charming, and his boots are quaint, and his stories of shootouts as as no good kid are sweet and rustic. It’s easy to be charming in Oasis, because everyone is so drunk and so rich and so ready to be charmed.

He’s at a ritzy party tracking down a black marker dealer, whiskey in his hand and a woman’s hand on his ass, when he spots a particularly fancy omnic across the room, and has to swallow his surprise in a gulp of his drink. The whiskey goes down smoothly, but the smallest wrinkle appears on the face of the woman he’s been charming, and by the time he’s finished properly recapturing her attention the ‘omnic’ has vanished. No matter. If he caught a glimpse of Genji it was because Genji wanted to be seen, and if Genji is not speaking to him now it only means they’ll speak later. Jesse returns to his party.

The prediction comes true that night, when Jesse returns to his room, drunk off his ass and ready to collapse, and flops onto his bed, eyes closed.

“I know you’re there,” he drawls. When he opens his eyes, Genji has appeared on the edge of his bed, holding the Blackwatch datapad Jesse hid in the DVD player.

“Cowboy,” Genji says, putting the datapad down. “You are not as drunk as I thought.”

“Oh, I am. You’re just not as quiet as you think.” Poking Genji is an old game, one both of them enjoy. Genji rises from his chair and stalks lazily over to the bed. Jesse is drunk enough to openly admire the curve of Genji’s chassis, his thighs, the delicate menace in each of his steps. Jesse’s always had a weakness for shiny, dangerous things.

“Have you ever been married, Jesse?” Genji asks, lazily.

“Why, are you proposing?” Genji’s visor slides up, and he grins. The smile stretches at his scarred lips, turning the expression feral. It’s the sort of expression that is one hundred percent unadulterated trouble, the sort Jesse loves.

“Maybe,” Genji says.

The beat doesn’t drop until the mission is over, when Jesse goes to check out and is congratulated on his new husband and his upgrade to the honeymoon suite at the Kusanagi hotel.

“Thank you kindly,” Jesse tells the receptionist omnic. “I don’t suppose you could give me directions? I seem to have misplaced mine.”

The Kusanagi is a very new, very exclusive hotel, the kind where a room costs as much money as Jesse used to make in a year. Blackwatch ain’t exactly comin’ up in the world so much as it’s going sideways, but it has the occasional perks. Better than starving in a hole, anyway, and if the sheriff ever busts him it’ll be the UN and not some janky podunk town sheriff. Jesse McCree has reached the big-leagues.

He lets the friendly omnic receptionist check him in and ambles up to his suite, half tempted to take a detour to swipe some stuff from the other rooms. Places like this always make his palms itchy; old reflex from when he was stealing shit out of corner stores back in Dorado. He resists. A scan of his fingerprint- god, he does not like having his prints in the system, but it would have been weird to object- gets him into his suite.. King size bed, champagne, chocolate, fridge, television, kitchen, hot tub, city view, balcony. The works and then some. Everything but Genji.

Fuck it, Jesse thinks.  

He’s sitting in the hot tub drinking whiskey and texting Reyes when Genji comes in. Not through the door, naturally. Genji would never be caught using something as pedestrian as a door. Genji comes in through the window, despite the fact that they’re forty stories up; Jesse catches a glimpse via one of the wall mirrors.

“Sweetheart, bring me some champagne, would you,” he calls, and keeps texting. A beat, and then Genji walks in. There’s blood splashed across one of his thighs and champagne in the other. A long, silent moment, and Jesse realizes Genji is staring. He wishes the visor was off; it would be nice to see the look on Genji’s face, to know where his eyes are going.

“You look like a bear,” Genji says, recovering.

“Well, ain’t you a charmer,” Jesse says. Genji places the champagne bottle down on the counter, out of Jesse’s reach. “But seeing as you’re my darling husband who got us this place, I’m inclined to forgive you. You go out for a light jog, honey?”

“I was working,” Genji says. “Life is not just about sitting in hot tubs.”

“Well, someone’s got to work, and it might as well be someone else,” Jesse says lazily. He rises from the hot tub and pretends not to notice the way Genji goes still, then grabs the champagne and holds it out to Genji.

“You got a screw?”

“What?” Genji says. Jesse’s spent enough time studying the tilt of Genji’s visor to know where Genji was looking.

“Screw,” Jesse says lazily. “For the bottle, to open it.” He sees Genji shifting and doesn’t bother trying to dodge the blow; the floor is slippery, and he’d just embarrass himself. Instead, he hooks an arm around Genji’s waist, and both of them end up on the floor. Jesse’s hand is on Genji’s waist. The champagne fell into the hot tub, but didn’t break, so Jesse counts this as a win.

“Violent, aren’t you,” Jesse says, and runs two fingers through the cooling blood on Genji’s thigh.

“You are unmannerly,” Genji says, as if he didn’t just knock Jesse ass over teakettle.

“You married me, darlin’,” Jesse tells him. “What’s up?” It’s not the weirdest place he’s gotten a briefing.

“Put some clothes on,” Genji tells him, and retreats hastily from the room.

Jesse puts his pants on, humming, and rescues the champagne from the hot tub. Genji glances at him, tilts his head slightly and proceeds past him into the bathroom and closes the door. A few moments, and there’s the sound of the shower running. Genji’s managed to avoid getting any blood in their room. Jesse smiles and sprawls out on the bed.

Genji comes out a few minutes later, shiny and wet from the shower, looking like a car Jesse wants to drive.

“What’s up?” he asks. Genji lazily twirls a set of shuriken between his fingers like the show-off that he is, and activates something with the other hand. Bug blocker, looks like.

“There are some people in this hotel who are trafficking in omnics. Black market dealers. You are here to provide cover, and to shoot anyone who tries to shoot me.”

“Are you saying you don’t love me? My feelings are hurt.” Genji’s visor comes up, and he grins, then advances, wolfish, onto the bed.

“I did not say that,” he says. Jesse is treated to an actual kiss, the first one’s he enjoyed in ages. It’s one thing to kiss people for work, and another to have a hundred pounds of distilled murder in your lap. Genji’s lips are scarred, but Jesse doesn’t mind. Not remotely. There’s plenty of beautiful people in the world, but there’s only one Genji. He feels like he’s had a lot more than a few sips of whiskey. Genji pulls away.

“Cowboy,” Genji says, and smiles again. It’s a dangerous expression: bright and feral, beautiful as a bullet. “Don’t tell Reyes,” he says, and kisses Jesse again.

This, naturally, is when the door clicks open, and a set of omnics, apologizing profusely, peer through the door.

“There’s been a---”

“I’m busy,” Jesse says, not needing to fake the annoyance in his voice.

“This matter is---”

“Busy,” Jesse says, louder, doing his best to imitate Reyes’ voice. The omnics beep sadly, and then the door closes. Genji at least waits until the door is closed to start laughing, his shoulders rising and falling. Jesse reluctantly bumps him ahead by at least five points in their game of one-ups-manship.

“I ain’t one to hold grudges,” Jesse lies, “but I hope your engine stalls.”

Genji only laughs harder.

~~~

Jesse is sulky after Genji’s trick; he vanishes for a few hours, long enough that Genji is forced to go look for him. He finds Jesse at the artificial beach attached to the hotel, chatting with a set of beautiful teenagers. When Genji was still human, he would have loved such company, but he is not. He is what remains of a man, held together with steel and electronics.

Jesse spots him and waves enthusiastically. Robot fucker, Genji thinks; it is a thought that comes from the most caustic, bitter part of him, the part that used to urge him towards greater and greater transgressions against his family. He shoves it away. Jesse has a taste for dangerous things and heists and Genji is a weapon and a war chest all rolled up in one. If Genji were still human, were still a Shimada, were still living uncomfortably off blood-money in Hanamura, he would make it a game to see how long he could string Jesse along without sleeping with him.

But Genji is a thing now, as much as a person, and Jesse is waving to him. He advances, allows himself to be introduced as Jesse’s fiance. One of the girls starts to say something about omnics, then catches herself.

“I was hoping I could borrow my husband,” Genji says, and shamelessly swipes Jesse from them. Jesse doesn’t mind, or he doesn’t appear to mind. Part of Genji wants to dismiss him as stupid, a dumb hick who’s a decent shot. The other part knows better; he’s seen Jesse charm information out of professionals, steal information from thieves and kill seven men with six bullets. If Jesse wants to hide, he can.

It wouldn’t be so bad, to kiss him and mean it. Genji might even enjoy it. The fake sand crunches beneath his feet, and he wonders morosely if any of it has gotten into his joints. You never liked the beach anyway, his memory reminds him.

“Penny for your thoughts, partner?” Jesse says.  

“The people who are stealing omnics are going to try and steal me,” Genji says, and steers them towards the relative privacy of the gardens. Once there, he continues. “They have been tracking me. The program that they use overrides the omnic programming, makes them docile and obedient. Angela does not think it will work, but you have been enlisted as a precaution.” The bitterness in his voice at the last surprises even him; two years a robot, and it still blindsides him sometimes, how much he’s lost. He waits for Jesse to make some sort of obnoxious quip about how Genji is his, but Jesse steps back, allowing Genji his space.

“What do you need?” he asks. The list is long. Genji needs his body back, needs not to have this stupid crush on Jesse, needs to have hair and skin and fingers that can feel.  

“If there is some kind of electronic attack that disables my systems, we are counting on you to work manually. Otherwise, nothing. You are my cover.” Jesse grins wolfishly. He’s got a line of stubble coming in; Genji would like to know what it feels like. He thinks Jesse would let him. In the bath, Jesse’s fingers had lingered on his waist, his thigh.

“I’m nothing if not manually dextrous,” Jesse says, and wiggles his fingers at Genji. Despite everything Genji’s mood lifts. Jesse is fun, and one of the better monsters Genji has cohabited with over the years.

“Why don’t you show me,” he says, tilting his head towards one of the exits.

Genji beats Jesse impeccably at tennis, and compounds his victory by stealing Jesse’ hat and hanging it, unreachable, on top of the hotel flagpole.

~~~

The attack does not come that night, or the next night, or even the night after that. Genji and Jesse go the gardens, and to the beach, and to a conference optimistically titled “Rebuilding the world! Architecture in a Post-Crisis Economy.” Jesse doesn’t care about architecture, but he enjoys the free wine and the careless scientists and the practice at lying.

Genji’s rage cohabitates uneasily with the two of them, but each night it disperses a little, allows Genji to come a little bit closer. Jesse waits, unworried. Genji is a lot more animal than robot, whatever he might think; a skittish, predatory thing, like a mountain lion Jesse saw sneaking around the ruins of Santa Fe.

On the fourth night, Genji decides he wants to go out clubbing.

“You think scientists go for that kinda thing?” Jesse says lazily. He’s sprawled out on the bed, enjoying the rare moment of relaxation. Next week he’ll probably be in a foxhole; Reyes doesn’t like him getting used to things being fancy. If Jesse didn’t know better, he’d think Reyes was determined to be his dad. He grabs a cigarette from the side table and lights up.

“They are human as well,” Genji says idly. “Your contempt of science suits you badly.”

“Don’t get it, is all,” Jesse says with a shrug. “I’m a simple man. That sort of thing is too complicated for me.” Genji advances onto the bed and plops down unexpectedly next to Jesse like a cat. Jesse resists the urge to try and pet him.

“Liar,” Genji says idly. “I’ve seen your transcripts.” Jesse knew those would come back to bite him someday, but Reyes wanted him to get a degree, made him take a bunch of dumbass tests. Didn’t mean nothing.

“I don’t get why people want that,” Jesse clarifies. “Whole life spent inside, never going out and seeing anything.”

“What do you want to see, Jesse?” Genji asks. Jesse takes a drag on his cigarette and few moments to reflect.

“I reckon I’d like it if Overwatch quit giving out my files to anyone who asks,” he says. He wonders what else is in that file, whether Reyes thought it was worth writing down his mother’s name and her criminal record, whether Mercy knows that Jesse was barely fifteen the first time he was drug up in front of the judge. Still. No use in parading his soft spots in front of Genji. He gets up, goes to the bathroom, steals a beer from the mini fridge. When he returns Genji’s on the phone.

“In fifteen minutes? Excellent. We will be there.” Jesse raises an eyebrow at him.

“We’re going to go see the city,” Genji says, and hold up a booklet. On the cover, a slim boat glides over the waters of the city. It is an apology of sorts.

The boat is a slim, beautiful thing with a good engine and smooth controls; Jesse’s bad mood vanishes the moment they get out onto the water. It’s late, the sky turned dark and starry, sunset long gone, warm light shining from the high towers, casting gold reflections on the water.  Jesse’s grown some since he was that fifteen year old kid dying of thirst down in Arizona, but he still remembers the first time he saw the ocean, how utterly astonished he was at the size of the sea.

“You have a boating permit,” Genji observes. He does. Reyes took him out one day and taught him how to steer, how to fix an engine, how to swim, how to radio for help. Everything but catching fish, and that because Jesse had been seventeen and stupid and would have lost his shit if he’d realized what Reyes was up to, taking him out to fish. He hadn’t.

“Reyes taught me how. Claimed it was for a mission, but I don’t use it none too often.”

“The water is a strange place for a cowboy. Perhaps you should be a pirate, instead.”

“Pirates vs. ninjas?” Jesse asks. Genji laughs, but does not offer a response. The silence stretches out comfortably between them, the beauty of Oasis a shared communion better than anything they could say. Jesse takes the boat through its paces, fast, slow, turns, drifts, and Genji sits on top of the cabin, unbothered by all the swerves.

At last, Jesse slows the boat down and drops anchor.  Genji is still atop the cabin, his feet swinging slowly back and forth. Jesse climbs up to join him. The two of them sit side by side, gazing out over the dark river and the golden lights. In the distance, another boat glides over the water, the faint hum of the engine growing steadily louder.

“I have not been swimming in a long time,” Genji comments, glancing out over the water. Since before whatever turned him into this, Jesse would guess. Genji’s files are much better guarded than Jesse’s; Overwatch are a bunch of tight-asses about security clearances. It hasn’t stopped Jesse from breaking into a few offices, but the bits of paper he has found are sparse. All he knows is that Genji was part of a serious gang, and it turned him into this on the way out.

“I’m sure Mercy could cook something up, if she hasn’t already.”

“Do you think this body floats?” Genji asks.

“I seen you scale a wall like it was nothing, Genji. You look so light a stiff breeze could blow you away.” Genji snorts and pushed his shoulder sideways, against Jesse’s.

“I am glad I am not as oversized as you. It makes people arrogant.”

“And you’re just a paragon of humility.”

“I am as humble as they come.” It’s Jesse’s turn to bump his shoulders against Genji’s. Genji slides up his visor and smirks at him. His eyes reflect the light like a cat’s, or something even more strange; they glow green, the pupils slit like an animal’s. Jesse turns towards him, drawn by the sense that he’s on the verge of some great, unspeakable secret, and then the radio comes on in a burst of static.

“Recall code 78-91; Activation 5302.” Jesse glances at the radio, then back at Genji. Genji’s eyes are glowing, shedding light like an internal fire. His shurikens rise and fall back into his fingers and Jesse realizes in a burst of panic that the omnic hijacking program has just been activated.

He hops down into the boat, grabs his gunbelt and his holster, regretting that he didn’t bring his grenades, and reflects that he might be better off jumping in the lake. Genji is fast, and Jesse ain’t too likely to beat him in close quarters. As he’s loading up his gun, Genji hops down from the roof, eyes still ablaze. There’s something moving around a him, a kind of shifting shadow that makes the hair on Jesse’s arms stand up.

Jesse fires. The bullet pings harmlessly into upwards. deflected by Genji’s sword, and then Genji is on him. He shoves Jesse’s gun to one side and slides his sword up against Jesse’s throat. His visor opens. When he smiles, the light glints oddly off his teeth, making them look like fangs.

“Oh, cowboy,” he says, his voice light and teasing. “It is only me.” The sword vanishes back into its sheath, and Genji steps back. 

“You’ll forgive me if I ain’t too trusting of that,” Jesse says.

“Darlin’,” Genji says, his accent a bad parody of Jesse’s. “You will see.”

When the other boat comes in, Jesse is waiting in the water on the other side. Genji, who is pretending to have been hijacked, is standing on the boat, his visor down. The sound of heavy boots, and two of the men climb on board.

“Unit designation and purpose, please,” one of the men instructs.

“Unit A7- 35, reporting for duty. I am an infiltration and assassination unit, fielded by Overwatch-” the rest of Genji’s answer is lost in the sound of water as Jesse begins to swim.

There are five men, two on the boat with Genji, and three on the boat that’s about to have Jesse. The key is to take them alive. Jesse swims over, grabs the side ladder, and waits.  

“Do you know any other languages?”

“竜神の剣を喰らえ,” Genji says, and a green light flashes like a beacon, shining out over the waters. Step right up, Jesse thinks.

He has only a few moments after rising from the waters to coordinate his shot, the targets flashing in his head like little skulls.

“Draw,” he says, and fires. He’ll have to thank Ana for her sleep darts, for insisting that he keep them in his pack. The men hit the deck. A shot rings out through the darkness, clipping Jesse’s shoulder. He staggers back and throws himself behind cover. A wild howl rises from the other boat, like a phantom train rushing through the night.  No second shot is fired. Jesse peeks out. Something is coiled in the darkness, moving through the air like smoke, visible only in pieces. A claw, a sinuous body, scales, sharp teeth. The image resolves. The dragon stops and turns to face him, and though the body is alien, Jesse feels, impossibly, that they have met before.

The light vanishes, and Jesse is alone in the dark with three kidnappers who are starting to wake up. He rushes to tie up the men, hurrying from body to body. The last one is twitching when Jesse reaches him, his hand creeping towards his gun, and has to be knocked into the deck a few times before Jesse can tie him up. Job finished, he hurries over to Genji.

Genji stands in the middle of the boat, blood smoking from his blade, and smiles. The green is gone from his eyes.

“They still alive?” Jesse asks.

“Yes, although they may regret it.”

“Do you know how to drive a boat?” Jesse asks. Genji begins to laugh.

It takes some time for Jesse to drive to shore with the bodies, call in the Op, fill out his report, and direct Overwatch back out to the other boat, and he’s exhausted by the time he makes it back to the hotel room. An initial scan reveals no sign of Genji. Jesse flops into bed and whacks his arm on the metal chassis of a concealed ninja.

“Rude,” Genji says irritably.

“You don’t even sleep,” Jesse says crossly. “What are you doing under here?”

“It is warm,” Genji says, as if that’s an answer. Jesse half expects him to scram, but he stays, even when Jesse nestles down under the same covers. More than that, he scoots closer, as if daring Jesse to touch him. Jesse’s eyes are closing, his body heavy with sleep, too tired for whatever game Genji is playing. Genji is warm from the covers, his body relaxed, held gently against Jesse’s as if he, too, is tired. Jesse yawns, rests his chin on Genji’s shoulder, wraps an arm around his waist, and falls asleep.

~~~

Genji is a little surprised and a little annoyed when he realizes that Jesse has fallen asleep; he had intended to sleep with him, but not like this. It must be the blood loss. Jesse was not hurt badly, but he was hurt, and Genji can concede that it is four in the morning. Sleep means very little to him; it is enough to mediate for a few hours and see Angela occasionally.

Jesse’s breathing is slow and even, his arm pressed pleasantly against Genji’s side, his breath stirring the back of Genji's neck. Strange, fragile idiot, who shot three people in three seconds, who was not bothered by Genji’s dragon and was too smart to ask about it. Genji will tell him someday, but not yet. For now it is enough to be held, to be safe, to fall into to the soft darkness with someone by his side, his dragon returned to him for the first time since he lost to Hanzo. This is mine, he thinks. My body, my dragon, my companion. This is worth keeping.

In the morning, Genji wakes to find Jesse still asleep, soft snores emanating from his mouth. He considers drawing something on Jesse’s face but finds that he does not have the patience. He wants Jesse to wake up. A few seconds divest them of the covers, and then Genji climbs onto Jesse’s legs, straddling him. Jesse jerks, reaching for his gun, then realizes Genji isn’t attacking him. His hair is mussed with sleep, his eyes half-open. Genji feels the first stirring of an awful tenderness and touches Jesse's face to make it go away.

“Wake up,” he says.

“Genji?” Jesse mumbles, and yawns widely, stretching.

“Good morning, cowboy.”

“Is there a reason you’re on top of me, or do you just like the view?” Jesse drawls. The view’s not bad. Jesse stripped off his wet clothing the night before, and his bare chest is exposed, along with his wide forearms and a trail of hair leading down below his waistband. Genji lazily traces a finger down the middle of Jesse’s chest, studiously ignoring the way Jesse’s hand is creeping up his leg. Jesse thinks Genji is going to run for it. Instead, he leans down and captures Jesse’s lower lip in his teeth, then gives him a kiss.

“This ain’t a trick?” Jesse asks when they break apart. “Jack Morrison ain’t about to come busting through that door and get a faceful?”

“I am insulted that you are thinking of another man at this time,” Genji tells him.

“Forgive me, darlin’,” Jesse says, grinning. “You were so beautiful I thought I was still dreaming.”

There are no more words after that.

#mcgenjivalentine #from:nomette #to:asexualtabris #if you ain't writing Jesse and Genji as little shits you have a very different idea of them then I do