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galacticxcosmos · 3 years

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Hi! Could you do a smut where they just had a concert but you are really drained and just so tired and don't feel good after and when you go back to the hotel jimin takes care of you

𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂 ♔︎ 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 « ᵐᵃᵏⁿᵃᵉ ˡⁱⁿᵉ »

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ♕︎ ℙ𝕁𝕄 ♕︎

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Pairing :- Park Jimin X BTS 8th member < female reader >

Genre :- Bandmates with benefits, Idol AU, Erotica, Romantic, Fluff.

Rating :- 18+ ( M )

Word Count :- 2.7 k

Chapter Summary :- It's the last day of the LA concert, you were beyond tired, a little mess up on the stage was having a pressuring impact on you. Jimin was being a brat at the lack of your attention but soon realises the truth and comforts you in a way you would have never imagined.

Warnings :- brat!jimin { I just love it }, jealousy, slight angst, possessiveness, dom!jimin, blonde-haired!jimin, swearing, teasing, praising, pet names, hotel room sex, cum swallowing, finger sucking, body praising, breast sucking, unprotected sex { but be safe you all }, penetrative sex, soft sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, after care at it's peak, soft Jimin that makes my heart UwU.

A/N :- I know that I take forever but just bare with me okay. Also this is the first request for this book, I am so glad to get such a response at posting just the 8th member profile. I am really excited for this book, I hope you are too. ♡(> ਊ <)♡

P. S :- I am really nervous, so please ignore the typos, I would really appreciate any response. Feel free to send request.

The loud cheers and joyful screams resonated through the concert hall after the enliven performance. "Army!!" Seokjin pushed all his breath in calling out the beloved fans only to raise a wave of cheer in the crowd. Even after so many concerts, the beautiful light sticks shining in the dark never fail to captivate you inside it's mesmerizing view. The purple ocean snatched your breath away. "We are so grateful that you all are here, I hope you had a great time" Namjoon made the finishing statement in english, it was the last day of LA tour. You smiled and waved at dedicated crowd. Every good thing comes to an end someday but when it does we can only hope for something new to happen.

"Oh my, that was so funny" Hoseok's laughs filled the backstage waiting room. "He was like-- Can call me artist, cancallmeidol" Jungkook teased his leader about the minute mistake he made, making everyone burst into laughter. "Oh I didn't realise it would come out that way" the leader stood his ground, defending himself. You sat on the sofa, your head arched back listening to the endless commotion and leg pulling. You are exhausted, but that wasn't really the problem. Your heart sank deeper every time you remembered it. The second last performance was your solo where you had to not only dance but sing and rap at the same time.

This was nothing to complain about, being an idol mean you should expertise your way into each and every aspect individually and at the same time learn how to master all of it at the same. But your exhaustion took a toll of you and during one perticular step your voice got breathless as it was unstable. You felt a concoction of humiliation and disappointment bubbling up inside you. "Noona, are you okay??" You picked up your head to see the maknae looking at you, full of concern. Even though no one really realised the mistake, you still felt guilty about it. "Is it time to leave?" You asked getting up with a smile plastered on your face.

"Yeah, come on" he ideally swang his arm over your shoulder and walked towards the black vans waiting outside. The ride back to hotel was pretty quiet, most of them were pretty exhausted and had already fell asleep, as you wonder how. You can never fall asleep in motion, it's on top of your 'things that I can't' list. Some of them were busy on their phone checking twitter and the tweets that ARMYs made about the concert laughing at the funny pictures that ARMYs posted of them performing. "Y/N ah, your performance was really good" Hoseok complimented, to which you smiled potraying your gratitude since it meant a lot coming from the lead dancer.

But you couldn't deny the fact that it had somehow peeled off the newly tapped band aid off your wound.

Stepping out the steamy hotel bathroom in a fresh pair of PJs you looked around the deluxe hotel room. Quickly talking out your phone, you settled it down on the table beside the bed and started a vlive. "Hello ARMY" you waved at the camera and sat on the edge of the bed. "We just got over with our LA tour and now I am in my room so I thought to go live" you said with a smile, your eyes quickly scanning through the comments trying to find if anyone would mention about the incident. 'Eonnie, I am sure you did great!' you smiled at the comments of k-ARMYs who weren't at the concert.

'We loved the show!' English comments flooded the screen, 'You guys killed it!', 'Luna, you were amazing!' reading the comments you giggled, your heart finally felt a little light, "Oh my, thank you so much for these lovely comments" you replied in English, your usual Aussie accent coaxed your words, as you chuckled, your hand covering your mounth. A notification chimmed in, "Oh, Jin Oppa is doing Eat Jin live right now" you came back to speaking Korean as you read the notification. "So, a reason why I was doing this vlive is because--" you were cut off by the door bell. "Oh, must be room service, please wait a minute" you said getting up a d walking towards the door which was through the main room and thus it was not visible to the camera.

"Oh Jimin ssi" you looked just as confused as you were at the blonde standing in sweats. "Hi baby, are you done taking a shower" he pulled you towards him pecking on your forehead. "Jimin, I am on vlive" you whispered to him and he indeed was taken aback but it was soon gone being covered up in a chuckle, "They can't hear us" his arms were still embracing your waist as he pushed the door close with his back, "They can't see us" his lavishing eyes traveled down to you lips. "Maybe they can" you said with tight lipped smile, patting on his chest you wiggled out of his grip a d walked towards the room where the camera was.

"Well, well, well, look who is here" you took back to your place followed by a pouting Jimin who flopped next to you. "Hi everyone, did you all enjoy the concert" he said smiling, at the camera, his eyes turning into beautiful crescents. "Are you all not watching Eat Jin?? Y/N, I think you stole Jin hyungs audiance" Jimin turned towards you with a smirk. "What?? No I didn't. I was the one who came live first! It's it guys" you turned towards the camera with offence written all over your face.

"Alright, whatever it is, I think it's very rude and disrespecting towards Jin hyung" Jimin suggested and you finally realised the reason behind his sudden outburst of respect towards a certain older. "So how about we say our goodbyes now" he turned towards the camera waiving at it. "Okay, I don't wanna end up hearing Oppa's nagging, so we will talk later" Jimin internally smirked at the success of his plan, but it was soon disappeared, "Bye bye my little babies" you waved before switching off the live. "You never say that to me" He complained the second the screen went black.

"I am tired" you said squirming back to your bed, "Well you weren't tired to take a massage from Jungkook" you looked at him confused but it was replaced with a scoff when you realised what this all was actually about.

The four of you knew the relation between the four of you, the whole bandmates with benifits thing, but Jimin was just having his 'I don't wanna share you with anyone' or 'I just want you to myself' or 'Why can't it be just you and me' phase and as usual he was being a brat about it. "Jimin please we have talked about this" you sighed letting your body sink into the silk bed sheets. "I know it's just--" he just let his sigh replace the sentence. Your eyes were closed out of exhaustion as you felt the bed slightly shift. "I just feel left out, I just feel like you don't want me but---" he waited for a second, you felt an arm snake around your bare waist, as the PJ shirt was sliding up, "--but I still want you" you could feel him snuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"Hey, I am sorry I made you feel that way" you finally opened your eyes turning towards him, the moment you looked straight into his eyes, his complete expression changed, "What's wrong?" His brows turned into a frown as you remember how he can read you like an open book, a book that he could read with his eyes closed. "Jimin, I messed up" your voice broke, "Baby what? What are you saying? " His hands went straight to cup your face as a confusion brushed over his features, his own heart sinking deeper and deeper into his chest at your sight.

"I was really exhausted and I went out of breath during my solo, I missed a note.. God! It's so embarrassing" your lips trembled as pool of warm liquid accumulated at the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall off any second. Jimin quickly sat up, "Hey, it's fine. It's okay, we all make mistakes" you just shook your head, hiding your face on Jimin's shoulder. "No-- Nope, I am not letting you cry on the last day of our world tour" he made you face him, his soft plump lips came in contact with your closed eye lid as he kissed your tears away. "It's okay to mess up, you are not a robot, you are a human too and humans make mistakes" the pad of his thumb brushed of the tear stains on your cheek.

"I have something that you would like" your brows twisted into a frown as you saw him running to another room as if a child running towards the ice truck, it made you laugh but it turned into a gasp as he came back with a bar of chocolate. Complete delight covered your face, this time you became a child, ripping open the packet as a child trying to open its present. "I know you would love it" Jimin look at you giggling as you took a bite of the chocolate, the dark brown sugar bar piece melting inside your mouth, the taste made you moan in delight.

Jimin wasn't giggling anymore but you couldn't be less concerned as you innocently licked of the brown liquid off your fingers, Jimin subconsciously nibbled on the soft flesh of his lower lip. "You are eating alone? How rude is that?" The sudden drop of an octave in Jimin's voice made you looked at him, only to come face to face with eyes full of pure lust. You looked at him confused, slowly chewing the last piece. "That's not fair" he said leaning in until he was dangerously close to you, before you could realise, you felt something wet at the corner of your lip. Jimin licked of the chocolate from the corner of you lips.

"Not enough" he said before pushing your body against the headboard, pressing his lips against your. Without wasting any time, his tongue pushed it's way into your mouth through your slightly parted lips. His delicate taste buds layered with the utter sweetness of the chocolate that filled inside your mouth. He moaned into the kiss as his tongue tangled with yours rubbing off the sweetness in your mouth. Your hands made its way to his soft locks, your fingers curling to the blonde strands. "Fuck baby, I want you" Jimin said panting as he broke the kiss.

"What's stopping you?" You said cockyly which made him smirk. You straddled him, kissing him passionately, pushing your tongue against him wishlist helping him take of his shirt. His hands manuvered over your breasts as your fingertips traced down his abbs. He was hard as fuck under you as you rubbed against his length, the thin layer of clothes seperating you two, added even more friction to the action. Your core boiled with heat, waiting to be penetrated. Your hands reached down to the hem of his sweat pants. "Fuck" he moaned at your continuous teasing to which you smirked.

Your bare back came in contact with the silk sheets again giving goosebumps to your extra sensetive skin at this point. "You had your fun, didn't you babygirl" Jimin smirk latching his tongue to your nipple making you moan this time. "Ahh-- Jimin ahh~" your eyes rolled back with pure ecstasy. He came up to brush his lips against your neck as he slowly pushed two fingers into your mouth. As your tongue rolled around his fingers, he sucked on your neck not hard enough to leave hickeys. At this point he was getting so restless that he didn't even care if he left some. He finally pulled out his fingers from your mouth, covered in warm saliva of yours as the same dripped off the corner of your lips.

"You are so good at this baby, I wish, I could feel that mouth of yours around my cock. But let just save that for another time" he said pressing his lips to yours again even before you could approved his idea. You slowly pulled down your shorts, things clenched together, trying to hide the dripping wet entrance, your state itself was enough to drive Jimin crazy. "Fuck--" you moaned as his thumb pressed against your clit, without any warning his fingers slipped into your core making you breathe out unholy profanities. His thumb massaged your clit as his fingers twisted inside your heat against the walls.

"Jimin, I think--" your moans covered your sentence. "Not now baby, hold it in" he said, as his fingers increased their pace, you could feel a certain heaviness in your lower stomach. The orgasam that you were holding in, kept a constant pressure on your core making you whimper. Jimin didn't let go the chance to enjoy the pleasure of you whimpering under his touch, "Ji-- Jimin please--" your fingers curled around the soft bed sheets, "Cum for me baby" he wishpered licking you sensetive ear lobe, those words were like honey to you.

A wave of relief washed over you as you felt the warm liquid discharged off your body. Jimin licked off the white liquid from his fingers making you bite your lip, "So fucking sweet, just as I thought" he said smirking with satisfaction, "Jimin, I want you-- please" you insisted, Jimin chuckled at the turn of events, "So needy, aren't you babygirl" he said getting off his boxers, finally freeing his hardened length from its cotton cage that was now leaking with precum. The flushed pink tip covered in wetness ready to penetrate you. "I know that you are tried, don't worry I'll go slow" he assured you before leaning towards your body.

Just as his length rubbed against your entrance, both of you moaned out of pleasure. You could feel him slowly pushing into your core. "Ahh-- fuck" you moaned bitting your lips as he went deeper and deeper into you. He could feel your walls clenching around him, "So tight baby" he slowly pecked your lips. "Just for you, Daddy" you moaned. "Fuck! Not now babygirl. I won't be able to control myself" he groaned at the triggering word. You could feel him move, slowly thrusting into you as you bit your lips controlling the excessive moans. He snuggled into the crook your your neck, grousing against your skin. His fingers tangles with your. You grip onto him tightly as he increased his motion hitting you right at the spot.

The walls of heat encloses against his length as he throws his head back in complete pleasure. "Fuck! You are so good! All the fucking time" the showers you with praises. You humm in response, letting the high waves of pleasure hit you with it's highest intensity. "Fuck-- I think I am about to cum" Jimin groans. "Inside me" you finally managed to say as he looks at your surprised.

"I am on pills" you said and the next moment you were filled in as Jimin's thrusts became sloppy. You felt orgasm building up again, you lower stomach churned and twisted, you could feel the subcutaneous flame uder your cheeks, your chest heaving in unison. It finally hits you, the wave off orgasm engulfs you in pleasure, satisfaction and pure bliss. Jimin pulls out with a groan and topples on you. "I think we should get cleaned" you suggest chuckling, exactly knowing what's coming next. It's the 'after - sex - whinny - Jimin' who doesn't wanna let go.

He pulls the bed sheet over both of your bare bodies properly covering yours to ensure that the sudden cold contact of the air conditioner might give you cold. His arms snake around you as he pulls you towards his chest, sinking his face into your neck. "I love you" mummered against your skin gently pecking your bare shoulder. "I love you too Jimin, but seriously we need to--" your voice was cut off by a knock at the door followed by a voice that you knew very well was your beloved leader's, "Y/N, have you seen Jimin?" Namjoon calls out from the other side of the door.

Both of you look at eachother, "Shit!".

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emersonfreepress · 3 years

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ok ok in the spirit of community, how would the ros fair in a paintball war?

(referring to this ask! like the zombie au post this ended up making me think a lot 😅)

ohh... interesting, interesting... p sure the only paintball wars i’ve really seen were the ones featured in The League, Peep Show, and Community... but let me wrack my lil head...

ok, i ended up coming at this from multiple angles like the zombie au post 😅 always so much to consider in battle environments! and in the spirit of community, I'll stick with the individual player elimination style paintball match. in the woods with other e prep seniors. last one standing wins bragging rights

Gabe

Shooting skill | 6/10 - Experience with shooting and practice with Kile ofc

Stealthiness | 8/10 - He's done a fair amount of sneaking around during his after school activities, is super observant (or just paranoid lol), and naturally light on his feet. Good luck ambushing him.

Strategy | 8/10 - Strike deals. Do favors. Form alliances. Shoot 'em in the back once they’ve outlived their usefulness. ...What? It’s just paintball.

How does he win? | Graciously. Gabe likes winning, and especially via strategic manipulation, so it puts a smile on his face. And he's in a good mood so he treats a bunch of you to ice cream or smth 👀

How does he lose? | Slumps in frustration at being outwitted or taken off-guard, sulks about it for a little while. He's not that sore of a loser but needs time to lick his wounds and stop thinking of the different choices he could have made.

Kile

Shooting | 9 - The most accurate shooter of the cast and easily one of the best shots at E Prep. Lots of practice + talent

Stealth | 10 - They're stupid good at climbing trees and 100% consider that a valid method of ambushing their classmates. People start having flashbacks to 3rd and 4th grade recess and P.E. Scanning the trees. They just start taking people out with such efficiency it quickly starts ruining the game 😂

Strategy | 0? 10?? - “...Strategy? You just stay out of sight and kill 'em all, right?” (immediately scolded by Gabe for word choice 🙄) They really do mainly stay out of sight and pick people off with max stealth, like 😆 they'd be such a terror, people would need to take them out early for anyone else to stand a chance! They spend a lot of the game staking out the most frequented paths in the area and taking out groups quickly, all at once. Then they'll get around to stalking and picking people off one by one. The real fun...

Winner type | Stoic. Likes winning combat but the stakes were non-existent, so... the win is meaningless! this just infuriates the losers more 😅 such disrespect

Loser type | Sucks their teeth and tosses their paintball gun to the ground. "Y'all suck." (they're over it five mins later tho lol)

Jack

Shooting | 3 - This is nothing like shooting light guns... ☹️

Stealth | 5 - Not just due to his size making him an easier target, but homeboy is liable to get distracted by a cute squirrel or some pretty flowers 😂 He's not great at keeping his voice down either so good conversation would make him easy to seek out. He's just out here enjoying a beautiful day 😅

Strategy | 7 - All that movie-watching (and DMing) make him a valuable creative mind for problem-solving, but he needs a cooperative team to be effective. Rescued and recruited by Rupan/Rohan early on in the game ^ ^

Winner type | Disbelief! And everyone’s content and satisfied with him winning. Except Vivian/Vincent, that jealous fool

Loser type | Doesn't mind losing at all! He just hopes he was a good teammate and was glad to have fun ☺️

Jessie

Shooting | 7 - Comes from a family of hunters, girly knows how to shoot.

Stealth | 6 - Familiar enough with woods and stalking prey to be capable of sneaking around. Having too much fun to not giggle and get overly invested in the developing plot of the game. Even more easily distracted by critters and flora than Jack 😅

Strategy | 5 - Oh, she's just here to have fun. She'll go with whatever the person she's teaming up with decides, but can adapt easily enough.

Winner type | Surprised... then elated! Bouncing and happy and it's completely contagious. No hard feelings about a single thing. Convinces Heidi to invite people to the Emerson Estate—it's a hot day and they have a nice pool

Loser type | Same as Jack! Congratulates the winner with a hug because she's sweet like that 🧁

Rain

Shooting | 2 - This... thing is so cumbersome. And ugly. At least it shoots pretty colors.

Stealth | 7 - Small and used to sneaking around different environments and seeking out hiding spots. Their height and frame makes them harder to spot too.

Strategy | 4 - Hide!!! They’re not getting assaulted with paint and pellets!! Especially not after managing to make this ugly jumpsuit look cute?? Waiting it out is perfectly legitimate. Might share snacks if you decide to join them in hiding 😆

Winner type | Falls asleep in an unexpectedly cozy hiding spot and emerges as everyone thought they’d declared the winner. I imagine R and others yelling at them to get their gun while the original winner scrambles to get theirs, just for Rain to win by pure luck of the draw. Won’t stop them bragging about it, though! (I want this spurned runner-up to be Vi bc ofc)

Loser type | "So I can stop holding this thing?" Yawn. "I'm so hungry and bored, we've been at this for hours..."

Rupan/Rohan

Shooting | 4 - Ah, shit. These don't shoot anything like light guns.

Stealth | 7 - They sneak out and around town a lot 😂 They just force themself to be careful about how loud grass and bushes are.

Strategy | 7 - They’re treating this shit like an action movie and banding together a ragtag team of misfits to take down the strongest alliances and players. Savvy enough to reject Gabe’s and Curt’s offers to join, not opposed to strategic backstabs. They're very clearly just as focused on having fun as they are on winning—and playing Predator, which honestly works with Kile runnin around. They even brought war paint and borrowed a tactical vest. Is it mostly packed with snacks and weed? Maybe. Does it prove useful for negotiations? Hell yeah.

Winner type | Raucous celebration, just pure joy and adrenaline ☺️ Celebrates with their team, brags a bit, rubs it into Vi's face, makes fun of Curt, the usual. Then invites allies out to get pizza because it's the obvious next step

Loser type | Mostly disappointed they can't keep playing. They're a little sore about being left out of the action, but soon just start chatting with other marked players about how the game went for them. Plenty entertaining on its own, they want all the details

Vivian/Vincent

Shooting | 5 - They've got a little bit of shooting experience.

Stealth | 4 - They're overly sensitive and hate being in nature. Their skin is sticky, they keep feeling bugs everywhere, they've gotten dirt all over their pants, it's so hot, they keep WALKING into SPIDERWEBS, [flails about, screaming furiously]

Strategy | 8 - They have good ideas, they're just difficult to execute alone, especially since they're getting sunburnt and getting crankier and can't stop swatting at insects 😅 they're one of the first people to figure out that someone's taking out groups from the trees, so they stay solo and try to find a single person to team up with. Really what they need is someone who's a better shot but easy to boss around. They can probably just owe them for an in-school favor...

Winner type | Barely suppressed gloating. Vi somehow finds a way to be an obnoxious winner almost entirely by the look on their face. Once they're in a smaller group, they're passionately discussing the details of the game and happily boasting about their triumphs (while glossing over all of the whining and and slip-ups lol)

Loser type | Booo, such a sore loser. (Especially in the scenario where Rain wins 🤣) If they're outsmarted or outgunned in a clear, transparent way they'll growl and stomp off, then quietly glower and sulk for way too long. If they're double-crossed or beaten in an underhanded way oh lord —they're fighting it to the end. R can't help but get involved either way, reminding them it was a damn game with literally no prize. "C'mon, Vi, chill. You want ice cream? Let's get you ice cream."

Heidi

Shooting | 6 - Some shooting experience.

Stealth | 8 - She's very aware of her surroundings and her body. Perceptive yet quiet. Tactical. All residual traits picked up from her many activities over the years.

Strategy | 9 - Most likely to outsmart everyone. The first one to figure out groups are being targeted from the trees. Goes it alone and only open to trading (unless she sees Curt with Jess in which case she puts a quick pin in her plans to rescue her 😂). She also immediately figures out it's Kile, because ofc it is. Keeps close tabs on what groups are doing, knowing that eventually Kile will come down to ground level to pick off individuals and couples. Predator becomes prey 👀

Winner type | Proud but not boasting. She doesn't need to be. Victory looks good on her, natural and fitting. Thanks everyone for a good game then takes the girls for a long ride in the Cadillac 😎 top down on a bright day, baby

Loser type | Damn. She should have won this. Maybe if she'd... She probably could have... Then she snaps out of it, roped in by the celebratory mood of congratulating the winner. She's over any feelings of frustration or regret after getting to discuss the match with the person that took her out/the winner and there's no hard feelings. If anything this was fun as hell, it should be an annual thing. ☺️

Curt

Shooting | 8 - Some shooting experience and a natural knack for it. Good reflexes.

Stealth | 8 - Curt likes to say he gets along with the woods around these parts. Sneaking around is second nature to him. Really good hearing too. He's an easy target if you manage to seduce him though, having no issue leaving himself vulnerable if it means that kind of fun 😂

Strategy | 7 - Honestly, he's most interested in seeing how long he can get away with using charm and seduction for both protection and double-crossing 😂 Eventually becomes persona non grata and gets all of his ammo stolen by a vengeful mark, barely getting away in the process. Since that jig is up, he finally starts thinking a win might be nice... and so he teams up with the only competent player who would never betray him and also inspires the least vitriol in others: Jessie. What? Is his back-up plan using her as a human shield? No! 😚 Of course not! 👉👈

Winner type | Insufferable and gloating. Rubs it in a lot of people's faces, specifically Heidi, Rupan/Rohan, and any participants who genuinely don't like him. Brags to Gabe (who is completely disinterested in gassing him up 😂), then promises he'll make things up to Jessie (who didn't mind and had fun lol). Then celebrates by asking whoever he's flirting with these days for a quick date—and a ride in the Ferrari. Makes a scene pulling out of the parking lot. Ass.

Loser type | Doesn't care one bit as long as he had fun! And he always finds a way to have fun, it's why he's so carefree 😅

#lovely anon #answered #ROs #scenarios #someone pls confirm that kile is using paint pellets thx #I can totally see myself writing this out as a an actual short story 😂#maybe as a kofi reward whenever I get that set up 🤞🏾#I don't think any of these are incomplete...

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calligraphist-artemisia · 5 years

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Lets Make a Date

Summary: Pidge invites Lance to join her and some family friends for dinner, but neglects to tell him that one of those friends is the renowned pilot of the Kerberos Mission, Takashi Shirogane. (An AU where the Kerberos Mission succeeded and the Galra never captured the crew.)

Pairing: Shance, mildly Kidge

Also posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net (under the username “kishirokitsune”)

I got a request for a fic where Lance has a huge crush on Shiro (in addition to his hero-worship) and couldn’t resist. This was just too much fun to write!

Lets Make a Date

“You should have dinner with me tomorrow,” Pidge told him. “Matt and I are going out with some family friends and I could use someone on my side who won't bring up embarrassing childhood stories.”

And Lance, like a fool, had agreed to it without question, figuring it was just dinner with Matt and Pidge. Nothing could go wrong with that. Pidge would definitely warn him if she was inviting him to dinner with, say, famed astro-pilot Takashi Shirogane.

Oh wait.

That was exactly something she would do, because she was simultaneously the best and worst friend ever. (She was, of course, tied for that position with Hunk, who was his BFF and always would be.)

It was too late for him to panic. Too late to work out an excuse as to why he couldn't make it. By the time he realized who he was having dinner with, he was already standing across from Takashi Shirogane.

“Call me Shiro, please,” he said, politely reaching out for a handshake.

Lance wondered if anyone else could tell that he was trembling slightly as he took Shiro's hand. “I'm gay. I mean Lance! I'm Lance!”

Oh no.

A burst of heat rose to his cheeks, growing worse when Pidge nudged him with a knowing grin. The man next to Shiro covered his mouth and coughed discretely in an attempt to hide his amusement. (Holy crow, it was Keith. Of course it was Keith there to witness him making a complete and utter fool of himself. He'd never live it down.)

Shiro's smile was kind. “It's nice to meet you, Lance.”

After that mortifying introduction, Lance gratefully sat down between Pidge and Matt, glad to keep some distance between himself and Keith, who sat on the other side of Pidge. Unfortunately, that still left Lance directly across from Shiro.

Glaring at Pidge proved ineffective, as she merely winked at him and then turned to strike up a conversation with Keith.

The traitor.

“You know, Shiro, Lance is a pilot as well,” Matt said.

Nope.

Lance was done.

He was one-hundred percent done with anyone with the last name “Holt”. They were all determined to get him to make a fool of himself. Well, he wasn't going to allow it. He wasn't going to play their games. He wasn't-

“Really?” Shiro asked, leaning forward in interest.

Lance wanted to sink into the floor. “I'm just a cargo pilot. It's not a big deal,” he mumbled, shrugging it off.

But Shiro continued to look at him as though he was someone fascinating and worth talking to more; as though a simple cargo pilot was someone important. Lance flushed under the attention.

“I wouldn't say that. Cargo pilots are the backbone of the Galaxy Garrison. Without you, no one would be able to do their job,” Shiro said. “You never know what you'll be asked to transport – it could be delicate technology or food supplies. Important equipment that needs to arrive swiftly and safely. There's a lot you have to take into consideration, and that's no small task.”

Lance could feel his blush spreading across his cheeks, burning its way to his ears. That was honestly the nicest thing he'd ever heard someone say about his job, and he could tell that Shiro genuinely meant every word.

“I guess so... It's just, I always wanted to be able to see parts of space that no one else has. To be someone people look up to,” Lance admitted. “Being a cargo pilot is okay, but it's not my dream.”

Shiro smiled. “Well, I can't promise it's all as exciting as you hope. It's a long road to get assigned the types of missions you want, but I think you have the drive to do it. Don't give up. Not if it's something you really want.”

The waitress interrupted before Lance could come up with a good response, and soon after the focus became what to order.

“Pasta or steak?” Pidge quietly mused next to him.

“Shiro and I are paying, so get whatever you'd like. We are here to celebrate, after all,” Matt told them.

Lance looked up from his menu. “Wait, what are we celebrating?”

“Katie has been picked as Keith's flight partner,” Shiro said, sounding proud as he looked at the two of them.

“Picked. Marched to Iverson's office to demand she be paired with Keith. Same difference,” Matt said with a cheeky grin.

Pidge's blush as she pretended not to hear Matt was definitely something worth investigating. But later. Maybe he'd wait a few days and then bring it up just to watch her sputter. It sounded like appropriate revenge for: (a) neglecting to inform him that Shiro was eating with them, and (b) not telling him the dinner was to celebrate.

(And also, he needed a little more time to process what was happening to his left, because seriously? She had a crush on Keith of all people? Keith, with that stupid haircut and horrendous fashion sense? Pidge had the worst taste.)

“Well, I guess that explains why Admiral Sanda looked like she was about to start spitting fire. She was pushing hard for you to be matched with Griffin,” Shiro remarked.

Pidge crinkled her nose. “I think I'd rather drop out.”

Keith looked at her as though she was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen, and Lance had never been happier to see a waitress return with their tray of drinks, because if he had to watch that for much longer he knew he'd say something regrettable.

Lance gave his order first, and while the others were giving theirs, he pulled out his phone to secretly text Hunk.

To: Hunk | So did u no about Pidge and mullet being flight partners?

Hunk responded almost immediately. 'Yeah, Pidge told me this morning. How's dinner? I wish I could be there.'

To: Hunk | Weird. P sure they're flirting now. Am I in the twilight zone? Am I dreaming??

To: Lance | Nah, if it were one of your dreams Shiro would be shirtless. He's not, is he? Because that would be weird. And inappropriate.

Lance's fingers spazzed over the touchscreen, punching a bunch of letters. 'asdfghjlkajs'

To: Hunk | No

To: Hunk | how do u no that?

To: Hunk | u knew???

To: Hunk | u knew and u didn't tell me????

To: Hunk | friendship over.

Hunk waited until Lance was finished with his panic texting and then responded with one final message: 'Lol, we knew it was the only way you'd show up. You're welcome.'

Lance scowled at his phone.

“Is everything alright, Lance?” Shiro asked.

“Fine!” Lance's voice went a little higher pitched than he liked. “I'm fine. I just, uh – Hunk, our friend, is texting me. That's all.”

“He's in the engineering department, right? You know, if you want to go into space, you'll need a good engineer. Someone you can work well with. Being a pilot isn't a solo gig,” Shiro advised.

Lance shook his head. “Nah, Hunk hates flying. Though...”

Actually, it wasn't a bad idea. Hunk would need to figure out how to handle his motion sickness at some point and there was no one he'd rather team up with than his best buddy. He should probably consider a back-up plan, but the thought of working together with Hunk was so appealing.

He glanced up at Shiro, who was still smiling at him. “I'll think about it. Thanks, Shiro.”

“It's no problem. And if you need any help, just let me know. I wouldn't mind lending you my old notes or any tips I've learned over the years,” Shiro said.

Holy crow. He had to be dreaming.

Lance wasn't sure if he even managed another intelligent response for the rest of dinner. There was so much to think about. So many possibilities. His heart raced at the thought of it all.

For so long he'd held Shiro up as a beacon of what he wanted to be. It'd been full hero-worship when he first started at the Garrison, and after seeing the man around campus a number of times, had budded into a tiny crush. But sitting there and listening to him joke around with Matt and Pidge and watching the brotherly affection he shared with Keith, he became something much more real to Lance.

And as dinner came to a close and they all began to go their separate ways, Lance found that he didn't feel as nervous anymore. Before he left, he even managed a proper: “It was nice to meet you, Shiro.”

Five minutes into his walk home, his phone buzzed with a message from Pidge.

To: Lance | Shiro thinks you're cute and I gave him your number. ;)

Lance grinned the rest of the way home.

#voltron #fanfiction #shance #slight kidge

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“Taken”

A/N: Coz Khazumi is now sorta... Taken? teehee ;P Kidding... or not? Kidding Love, I am, I am :) ... If you ever see this. I’m dead.

AU? Maybe.. not magical.. pretty sure... hmm... college? Bubbly by Colbie is one of my all-time favorite sonnngssss. Also Last Chance by MYMP <3

Warning... Rushed? Super Rushed. SO... bad pacing... and might not be good? But still...

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

Tapping her foot against the wooden floor paneling of the semi-rustic designed coffee shop, Diana gave her final sigh of impatience before giving up on all this waiting, her cup-o-joe long since drained of its content.

So her date was going to be a no-show, she supposed, disappointed, mad, and sad.

Years of sorting out feelings and such, all gone to waste in just a matter of days. This very special first date, ruined. Diana’s single life... continued.

“Hey Lovely thing, don’t scrunch up your brows. They make you lose some of that charm.”

With a groan, Diana stood abruptly, surprising the flirty fellow customer of the shop. She didn’t need another buffoon to aid her in thinning out her patience.

Leaving a few bills on the table, she walked to the direction of the door, but was quickly blocked by the man’s arm. Diana immediately got a small whiff of his... masculinity... uncontrolled. Eyes narrowed, she glared him down, earning a small whimper to which she inwardly smirked.

“Out of my way.” She commanded.

“Hey now darling,” The male said, putting up a bravado that seemed to annoy Diana even further as he did not do as she wished. Couldn’t he see she just wanted to get out? To not remember this place, the reason why she was here? He spoke up again, to her immense irritation. “I noticed you’ve been alone for some time. Jerk stood you up? Got no class, that guy, but maybe...”

Diana had to lean back as the man seemed to lack any sense of personal space... and personal hygiene as well, it seemed.

“I could show you what a real man is like.”

Diana threw up in her mouth a bit, flicking the man unashamed on the forehead to get him to back off. “Well, if I think about it...” She saw that hopeful, lustful glint in his eyes, smiling slightly before pulling a glare. “... NO.”

Trudging away from the gaping fish of a boy she just rejected, Diana was surprised to have her wrist grasped in a tight hold, now feeling as if she was being forced (which she was) to go along.

“Now listen here, Missy, I don’t care whoever you are or whatever, but-”

“Let go.”

“Huh?”

Murmurs were springing up in the small cafe as Diana’s intense glare was fixated on the intimidated man, many eyes on the scene.

“Let. Go.” Diana reiterated, patience thinning out rapidly. “Or else I’ll call someone to ‘help’ me out.”

“Tch.”

Smiling victoriously, Diana whipped about, hand free as she exited the small establishment, walking along the pretty much empty sidewalk of this unfamiliar town, city.

Having graduated from Highschool with flying colors, being offered a full-time scholarship at one of the country’s most distinguished institutions was quite the honor. Diana graciously accepted seeing as her dream of being a medical practitioner could be achieved here, in this place. She was a step closer to living that dream.

Happy as she was for this, nothing could beat the feeling of knowing that her best friend, someone who she truthfully could not believe she would refer to as such when they first met, a girl- Kagari Atsuko, was here with her in this town.

Having met during their first year in middle school, Diana admitted they clashed far too often, being polar opposites, sitting on opposite sides of the spectrum.

Akko was a heated ball of determination and fiery dreams. Diana was a cold and resolute, calculating person, never letting many close. It came as a surprise when one day they, this bickering pair, fighting, arguing, debating all the days away, suddenly became the best and dearest of friends- but that story shall be told another time.

As much as Diana said ‘best friend’, her feelings for Akko certainly outgrew the title.

Into their freshman year of high school, Akko, the lazy, tardy caterpillar coming to pick up the early-bird Diana Cavendish at the latter’s house in her fresh uniform, a smile on her lovely face and a small bouquet of flowers in hand as ‘Congratulations for getting into high school’,- or so she said, was a heart-throbbing surprise for the heiress.

Having her favorites all arranged in an eye-catching display, their scents filling Diana’s senses as she took in the warmth of Akko’s sudden hug made Diana realize a few things.

She never wanted to part from Akko.

---------

Into their sophomore year, Diana was granted the pleasure of discovering one of Akko’s well-kept secrets, something she never knew Akko had towards her. Nevertheless, this secret was pleasantly shocking.

Being a part of the student council, Diana always left school late, and Akko, being the ever-caring best friend, waited for her each afternoon religiously, seated in the classroom alone as the sun set, always granting Diana a gorgeous picture to come back from an exhausting meeting to.

One particularly stressing afternoon, Diana walked slowly down the halls of the empty school, body slouching uncharacteristically of her as she made the final curve before reaching her classroom.

The sound of a soft guitar solo playing filled the empty building, and Diana listened carefully, feeling her tiredness wash away, before her body relaxed completely by another sound joining the previous one. A voice. Such a sweet voice.

“The rain is fallin' on my window pane”

As if the heavens were in sync with the singers emotions, a soft rain pelted against the large glass windows, softly enough to not disturb the number.

“But we are hidin' in a safer place

Under covers stayin' dry and warm...

You give me feelings that I adore.

It starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose Where ever it goes I always know That you make me smile, please, stay for a while now Just take your time-”

Diana regretted clapping that moment. The song came to an abrupt stop as Akko’s head whipped around, eyes turned to the door and expressing panic and dread.

“Sorry.” Diana quickly spoke, hands still frozen in place. “I just had to-”

“N-no! It’s fine!” Akko replied, getting off the desk she was seated on, scrambling to fix up the guitar she managed to find lying around and returning it carefully, still seeming to be in a panicky state. “I just- you’re done already... umm... that... this-”

“It was really nice.” Diana said referring to the same thing Akko was referring to.

A second of silence slipped by, the two girls content on just sharing a look.

“Thanks.”

------

From that time on, Diana encouraged Akko to let this talent out. Although hesitant, Akko shared to her that she had been studying guitar since she was in third grade. Her first teacher was her father, she had said.

Diana suddenly realized why Akko seemed in a rush on wednesday afternoons. She had lessons for guitar then. The blonde had also inquired if Akko ever took voice lessons which the sorter girl denied, saying she didn’t have a good enough voice to need them (something Diana strongly disagreed with).

But reaching their senior year, their third and final year, choices had to be made. Career choices.

As Diana was a member of a long-standing line of medical personalities, she was very medically inclined and was to proceed along those lines, inheriting her families hospital. Akko, on the other hand, was unsurprisingly offered a scholarship in a farther town for a music program she had always wanted to join.

Despite being happy that her dear friend was acknowledged for her brilliance, Diana was torn as this would mean they would be apart.

Smitten by Akko after all these years, she had wanted to confess and possibly... have Akko as more than a friend after and into their adult life, maybe living together(?) if that wasn’t pushing it.

But Diana was to attend a nearby national college, her family’s alma mater. They were going to be separated for too long.

And so a prom passed, exams, final requirements, the grand day of recognition and proceeding to the next stage of life, and it was graduation night.

There was a party thrown by Amanda O’Neill, a celebration for their class and everyone was invited. Diana was not a very loud person, and certainly not a party-goer. Opting to sneak out into any quiet place, she found a room, occupied by one best friend, a soft bed, and a guitar.

A sense of deja vu washed over the girl as they both found themselves caught in a stare-off, frozen, before Diana managed the words...

“Play for me?”

------

Akko ended up playing a few songs, Diana sometimes humming along, the pair all smiles, and subtle gestures, touches. Diana thought it was now or never.

“Akko-”

“Diana-”

Apparently, they shared the same sentiment, eyes conveying every single thought they had.

“Let me sing for you.”

This is my last dance with you This is my only chance to do all I can do To let you know that what I feel for you is real This is the last chance for us This is the moment that I just cannot let end Before I know that theres a chance were more than friends

So don't let go Just make it last all night long This is my last chance to make you mine

“Diana... I love you.”

--------

A long discussion followed that night and Diana found herself with a girlfriend, the happiest lady alive. And it could only get better as she received a full-time offer from the school that also had Akko’s music program. It was a miracle that she would not allow to go to waste as she thanked the heavens for this blessing.

And this was how they ended up in the same unfamiliar town, the same city.

And Diana walked aimlessly still, just along the sidewalk until she found an empty park, beautiful in its peace and tranquility.

Seating herself on a cold bench, Diana thought on their relationship.

It had been about two months since they got together, but the reason for this meeting today was that they had yet to have their first date as both people found themselves incredibly busy over the course of the break, barely having enough time to sit and chat with all the packing and paperwork for moving and the campus and dorms. Diana’s family also had a vacation abroad.

Saying Diana was looking forward to this day was an understatement. She was far too excited, she needed this.

Alas, Akko was late, the two not sharing a dorm room due to different programs, apparently a no-show, and Diana simply wanted to cry, her day ruined.

She felt it. A drop of water touching her skin, splashing it’s sadness on her like a tin bomb. Slowly this drizzles intensity increased, Diana being forced to get up from her seat and seek shelter.

This rain made her even sadder as it was the time she needed comfort the most, and yet nothing shielded her from this sorrow, the skies crying with her-

...pup.

It was that kind of sound, Diana thought. How this particular cloth when hit by rain sounded. It was an umbrella. Diana knew it that it could have just been another kind soul, but it wouldn’t hurt to hope? Looking up with a name on her lips, “Akk-” Diana frowned, seeing he man from earlier, his gaze stopping her words from escaping.

A smirk formed on his face, and Diana knew this was no act of kindness. “Thought you could get away after putting me on the spot like earlier?” He growled, hand grabbing the woman’s wrist.

“Have you been following me?!”

Wordlessly, Diana felt herself being tugged into a particular direction, her protests falling on deaf ears, her yells muted by the rain.

“Help, someone!” Even if she had a strong enough will, a man’s physique was stronger by nature. Especially this one’s. “Help!”

“Quiet!”

Without much choice as she was being dragged, only one thing entered Diana’s mind, and heart.

“AKKO!”

“Ladies should be treated with care.” A voice said coldly, threateningly. “Especially ones that are taken.”

Diana felt herself effortlessly pulled into a warm protective embrace, no more hurtful hold on her wrist as the contact with the man ceased. Finding herself under a different umbrella, Diana’s eyes tried to focus and she saw another hand, one holding her captor’s hand in a way that would certainly force him to let go of her.

“When they say let go,” The voice full of warning suddenly had a temperature drop, sounding so terrifying, ensuring nightmares. “Let. Go.”

Watching the chap released and running in the distance, Diana fond herself releasing a breath she did not realize she was holding. Now that she as sure she was safe, her heart thumped loudly against her chest, now growing conscious of this point-zero proximity she shared with her... girlfriend.

Not that t wasn’t alright, just that the heiress was always embarrassed by these sorts of things, still trying to accustom herself to them.

“Are you alright?” That familiar loving voice whispered into her ear, an arm wrapping around her waist as the other hand held up an umbrella for the pair to share. Diana registered a new sound. It was a worried voice, a sorry voice. A voice that regretted, a cracked voice.

Nodding silently as Akko hugged her from behind, Diana hoped she could feel the gesture, not knowing what to say or do. Honestly, she was still rather upset that Akko had not come to their date. As much as she wanted to turn around an return the embrace, she couldn’t. She couldn’t bear the negative feelings she held towards Akko at that moment. She couldn’t even hold the hand on her stomach that was panting calming patterns to soothe her.

“I’m sorry.”

Words were meaningless to Diana. But she did need an explanation, and for that, she needed those meaningless words. Yet, she couldn’t form them for herself. It frustrated her.

“I’m so sorry, Diana.” She only nodded in response. “Please... forgive me.” Akko’s voice as cracked and Diana knew she was now crying. A warmer wetness was spreading on her shoulder. “So, so sor-”

“Why.”

“Huh?”

Managing that one word was already far too difficult for Diana, so she was glad that Akko had heard it and began explaining.

“Diana, I... you see... my mother called- oh, but I know this has been something you’ve been waiting for! I’m so sorry! This is no excuse to ruin our very first date, but... my mom said that my dad go sick, but- oh he go well now, so they were celebrating and... and... they sent me some stuff... and actually... along with those... umm... I can’t believe I left it at home... you were supposed to have- where is it?!”

The hand around her waist momentarily retreated into Akko’s pocket as she heard jingles of keys and loose change and paper. She flinched a bit as she heard skin slapping against skin, Akko hitting her forehead.

“I’m sorry I’m so dumb!” The heiress felt herself being taken by the hand, her freezing hand being covered by Akko’s warm one as she was taken back into more familiar parts of town, walking for minutes in silence.

Reaching this place, Diana raised a brow as she was being guided into the music department of their school, weaving through empty halls until they finally reached an open and empty room.

“Are we allowed to-”

“Oh don’t worry!” Diana’s question was answered before it was completed. “This is my designated practice room so...” Diana watched as her lover went about, grabbing a cushioned chair and letting Diana sit down as Akko went to a closet and brought out fresh towels, surprisingly. “Don’t ask why we have these here. It’s a musician emote thing.” Akko shrugged, not handing Diana the cloth, but going behind her and gently drying out her hair after placing one on Diana’s lap which the blonde used to dry her body.

After being considerably dry, Diana watched Akko go grab another towel and dry herself off before going around a corner in the room and emerging a few minutes later with warm chocolate milk.

“Again, don’t ask.” She chuckled, handing the cup over to Diana who gratefully accepted.

And now, as they were both settled, Diana in her chair and Akko on the floor in front of her, silence resumed.

“How- how is your father?” Diana tried. She was trying. To make their situation less tense and back to normal. She now knew Akko hadn’t done this on purpose and that it was just some inevitable mishap.

“Hm? O-oh. As I said, he’s better... they never told me he was sick... but well, while celebrating, mom said he got drunk and stumbled into my room and... he found... some stuff.” Akko said his last part with a blush and Diana was now curious.

“Stuff?” She was about to stand from her seat to get closer to Akko, but she was stopped and made to sit back down as Akko’s expressive eyes lit up in the way that told Diana she had something in mind.

So again, the Cavendish could only watch as Akko got up, heading off to the side of the room where Diana spotted a guitar lying around.

While she was left to wonder, Akko was left to be nervous, her fingers quivering and not from the cold. Diana saw all this, even as the musician was sucking in a deep breath before her eyes widened in recognition at a familiar intro being played, before Akko’s voice charmed her in was so marvelous.

“The rain is fallin' on my window pane”

“But we are hidin' in a safer place

Under covers stayin' dry and warm...

You give me feelings that I adore.”

Akko, from her standing position, got on one knee, playing closer to Diana as the medical student remained mesmerized, drowning on those warm pools.

It starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose Where ever it goes I always know

Diana giggled as Akko did Crinkle her nose, bumping it against Diana’s gently causing the girl to blush.

. That you make me smile, please, stay for a while now Just take your time wherever you go.”

Diana gasped as Akko drew closer, her eyes now gazing on Diana’s lips as she sang the next part almost in a whisper, guitar being strummed softly.

“I've been asleep for a while now You tucked me in just like a child now 'Cause every time you hold me in your arms I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth...”

“Diana...”

Her breath hitched in her throat as Diana’s eyes shifted between looking at Akko’s lips, to gazing into her eyes, mouth dry, words caught. “... Akko...”

“Sing for me?” Having Akko kiss her nose affectionately was unfair, a sort of bribe, Diana would say, nevertheless, as Akko started on the last verse, she consented to the request and sang.

“It starts in my soul, and I lose all control When you kiss my nose, the feelin' shows 'Cause you make me smile, baby, just take your time now Holdin' me tight.. Akko....”

“Yes?” Akko’s hands stilled against the instrument, but Diana could still hear the accompaniment playing on. “What is it?”

“Wherever... Wherever... wherever you go.” Diana sang, to Akko’s pleasant surprise.

“ Wherever, wherever, wherever you go~.” Akko replied, bumping her forehead against Diana’s, singing in response. “Wherever you go I always know.“ She murmured, lips doing what the song said in its final words.

'Cause you make me smile

“Diana, I’m sorry for being late. Sorry for ruining our first date, sorry-”

“Shhh...” A finger on her lips stopped Akko from further rambling. “It’s okay. Smile?”

And she did.

Diana gasped, Akko putting her guitar to the side and finally pulling something out of her pocket. A diamond necklace, one with the words, ‘Diana, Love and Forever’ engraved on it.

“Akko?”

“You said you wanted it... when we thought we were going to be separated... in high school.”

“Akko...” Diana covered her mouth as tears flowed down, barely registering Akko’s words of planning to give it to Diana on their first date and her mom sending it over because she left it at home. All she heard an knew for sure was-

“I love you.”

...

“I love you too.”

A/N: Too rushed. NO time... Ciao! Gotta runnnnn shoot....TEll me how it was?

~Shintori Khazumi

#lwa #dianakko #additional tags later?#au #college #fanfic #diana cavendish #akko kagari

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