#he also has to stop telling me “ohh youre a voice major you should be better at this” SHUT UP!!!!!!!!

[mirkwoodshewolf]

A heavenly reunion pt. 1; Queen x reader

*Author's note*

This is it guys. After almost 3 years of writing this series it's FINALLY come to the end.  Like all good things, they must end eventually so here it is. The LAST chapter of my Rock Angel series.

I first want to point out the YEARS (except Freddie's death date) DON'T MEAN ANYTHING. I'M NOT TRYING TO PREDICT THE FUTURE OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I just picked these random years to represent when the remaining members of Queen will pass, AGAIN THESE AREN'T REAL DATES AND I HOPE THEY AREN'T.

Pt. 2 will be up in just a few minutes so until then, enjoy this first part.

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*3rd Person POV. June 23rd, 2051*

Rock star, animal rights activist, founder of organizations like ANGELS CURING AIDS, WORDS CAN HURT TOO; Victims and survivors of emotional and verbal abuse, and the ANGELS AGAINST STALKING that helps protect people from violent stalkers. Also apart of charities like the Mercury Phoenix Trust foundation. The Rock Angel (Y/n) Kline had lived a full life.

She continued to tour with Queen as they got many other partnerships throughout the years. But she most enjoyed collaborating with Adam Lambert as he reminded her of him, bright and ambitious just wanting to share his music with the world and he knew he could never fill in Freddie's shoes but he sure as hell made a name for himself in his own way.

She was also a part of the "Bohemian Rhapsody" film that had been made and got to know the actors playing the men that she had grown up with and came to see them as her true family. Ten years after the film released, her own story got to be told thanks to the rights of Paramount and the brilliant mind of Dexter Fletcher, who had directed the story of her boys and Elton John, another one of her dearest friends and mentors.

But now at the crippled age of 90, the Rock Angel now lived in the privacy of her home in London. She was forced to stop touring because just 3 years ago she was diagnosed with a form of dementia.

It was hard on her family and her 4 children and dozens of grandchildren even great-grandchildren to see the once strong woman they had once admired for so long and looked up to as a role model not only in music, but life.

In their current home of London, her husband of over 70 years Jack who had made a name for himself. After the whole stalking incident, Jack joined the ranks of the LAPD. He worked himself all the way to the top and became Chief for over 30 years before he retired by the time he was in his 60's.

He sat there by his wife's bedside stroking her long white hair as she lay there forced into bedrest. She looked up at him and whispered.

"Jack?"

"I'm here baby."

"Where are they? Where are my boys?" she asked.

"Our sons? They're just downstairs."

"No, no. I meant my boys." At those two words, Jack's heart broke as he looked at his wife sympathetically.

"Baby they've—they died. It's been so many years since they all left this world." At hearing her boys were dead, tears fell down her face but Jack held onto his wife and kissed the top of her head. "But I can show you their videos, if you'd like."

"Please. I need to see them. To tell them goodbye." Jack then reached for the I-pad and opened up the Youtube app and began typing in the very song that he knew he would need.

He knew his wife didn't have long and he wanted her to have one last happy memory of hearing the perfect song written by her boys.

Together they held the I-pad and soon the music video "These are the days of our lives" came on.

"Why does Fred look so sick?" she asked worriedly. Jack swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to explain.

"He was suffering from AIDS, and it—really affected him love."

"I wish I could've taken care of him." She said as she stroked the screen every time Freddie came on screen. At the instrumental break as she watched Brian skillfully play the guitar, she smiled and said. "Bri....he was such a good guitar player."

"He was, but nothing compared to you." Jack praised obviously playing favorites. He then took notice of his wife growing tired as the song ended.

It was time.

"It's okay baby, you can rest now." And she did just that. Her breathing slowed right as Freddie spoke the last 'I still love you' line and the video ended. "Goodnight my Rock Angel. Be with your boys once again." He then let out a sob as he leaned against his deceased wife.

At 10:45am on June 23rd, 2051 (Y/n) Kline was pronounced dead at the old age of 90.

Everyone who had collaborated with the Rock Angel or had looked up to her all gathered at her funeral. Close friends and family all came to mourn at the loss of the last of the greatest Rock and Roll singers. She was buried in her birth town of Leicestershire, right next to her real parents.

*My POV*

I felt peaceful. My mind was no longer hazy. I could remember everything once again, but what confused me was where I was. I found myself walking through a long corridor but as I passed a mirror, I stopped and backed up to find a shocking surprise.

I was young again.

I looked to be about the age of 19, when I first met the guys. My hair was in the same long wavy fashion I once had before I cut it. I stroked along my cheek just to see if this was real or a dream, but as I stroked it I found that it was. Suddenly a door opened before me and I don't know why but I found myself walking toward it.

Now I was in what looked like an office with everything you would see. Filing cabinets, a large desk filled with paperwork but what caught my attention was the abacus that stood at the front center of the desk.

"Ahh (Y/n) Kline, please come forward." I turned to see a man around his 60's with short black hair, a grim like face with sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes. He wore a black business suit and he was intimidating but for some reason I came forward toward the desk.

He sat down and pulled out a file and began reading through it humming to himself then he said.

"Place your hand over the abacus." I looked at it to see that the color code was white and black. White at top and black at the bottom.

"What is this?"

"This shall determine your next step. Just place your hand over it and let fate do the rest." I didn't know what this was gonna mean but again I saw myself place my hand over it and the second I did, it started going frantic.

Moving up and down frantically with no one even touching it. It was mostly balanced most of the way until it finally majority of the counters went white. The man smiled and said.

"Give my regards to those Rockstar friends' of yours. I'll be looking forward to your next concert." He then snapped his fingers and everything went bright.

Next thing I knew, I heard the sound of birds chirping and felt the sun beaming down on me. I was then greeted with wide open fields and a giant house along with several barn-like homes. It was like Garden Lodge and Rockfield farm mixed into one.

As I stood a few feet away from the main mansion-like house I swore from the second window of the white satin curtains I saw movement. I walked towards the house and placed my hand on the doorknob, I paused for a few seconds before I finally opened the door. I walked in and it was exactly like Freddie's home of Garden Lodge.

I walked through the threshold to see the grand staircase to my right, the long corridor ahead of me and the entrance to the living room to my left.

"Hello?" I said as I stood there. It was then I felt something nuzzle between my legs and I heard a meow. I heard it again and I looked down to see a very familiar face. "Hey, Delilah." I picked her up and held her as she purred and nuzzled my face. I scratched under her chin and she lowered her head to lick my hand.

"No it should be more like this." I heard a low, smooth baritone voice say.

"No, no and no Mr. tuxedo! Bernie has it like this and it shall remain this way. He and I are the genius piano and songwriting duo and it'll stick to this rhythm and timing." Another voice boasted out.

Oh my god.....It can't be. I set Delilah down and she took off running up the stairs as I crossed the living room into the parlor where Fred kept his piano to see two men that I had not seen in forever.

"David? Elton?" I spoke up. The two men turned toward me. David looked so much healthier than last I saw him and he looked younger just like me, in fact he looked about the same age he was when he did Live aid as well as working on the Jim Henson project 'the Labyrinth'.

Elton on the other hand looked about the age from when he was first starting off, back before he began experimenting with all the drugs and all that. The vibrant ginger hair but he still had on those flamboyant sunglasses he always loved to wear.

"Is that—really you?" I asked bewildered.

"Oh shit it can't be. The high angel herself, the Rock Angel?" Elton dramatic tone.

"Yes, it's me."

"Ohh darling. Welcome home." David greeted me with a wide smile and open arms as he walked up to me. He embraced me as he chuckled warmly and said, "Did you have a good life darling?"

"Uh-huh. I had the best life." I said, my voice muffled within his blue suit.

"It looked like you did love." We separated and I couldn't help but admire just how healthy he was.

"How have you been David?"

"Much better darling. No more chemo, I can finally breathe again."

"That's good."

"Alright you overgrown smooth talker, let me at her now." Elton proclaimed as he shoved David aside and immediately came up and kissed both of my cheeks before embracing me. "Oh darling we sure have missed you."

"And I you Elton. Life just hasn't been the same without your music."

"Been practicing those scales I taught you?" he asked pointedly.

"Yes, whenever I could."

"That's my girl." He hugged me again and I buried my face into his shoulder.

"(Y/n)?" a choir of voices soon rang up. I felt my heart stop as I lifted my head, not believing what I was hearing. Elton let go of me and both he and David with soft smiles on their faces told me to go and see who it was. The four voices called out my name again.

I crossed through the parlor, ran across the living room until I came to the door and just halfway up the staircase, I felt my smile widen and tears fill my eyes.

"My boys."

"You're finally here!" Freddie proclaimed. My legs raced directly up the stairs and Freddie, Brian, Roger and John all gathered me at the center in a long awaited Queen group hug.

All I felt were arms wrapped around me tightly, kisses all over my head and face and gentle hair and back strokes. I don't even know how long we were in that hug for but I didn't care, all I cared about was the fact my boys were here all together. When we finally separated I finally got a good look at all four of them.

They were all so young and vibrant just like how I first saw them back in concert long before I became an intern, I would like to think they were now the same ages they were when they first played at the Rainbow back in 1974. Long hair and all.

"I can't believe you four are here." I praised.

"And we can't believe you're here. And with your long hair again, was this when you were most happy?" asked Brian.

"If by that you mean when I first became Miami's intern? Yeah, best day of my life. Do you guys hate it?"

"No darling we've loved you no matter what your hair length is." Freddie said as he stroked the ends of my hair.

"I only just hope you didn't bring along any extreme surprises. Belly button rings, more tattoos." Deacy teased me. I chuckled but felt tears fall down my face.

"Aww lovie what is it?" Roger cooed as I felt him rub my shoulder. All four of them looking at me with those concerned puppy dog eyes they all knew how to do.

"I'm sorry. It's just—I missed you four so much." They all awed as Freddie first took me in his arms and said with his head leaning against mine.

"I know darling. It seems like it's been forever since the five of us were together."

"Coming from you Fred you have no idea." I wept as I gripped onto him as tight as I could, burying my face into his long black hair which softly tickled my face.

God if there's anything I missed about Freddie, it was his warm hugs. They were always so warm and inviting, anyone who was lucky enough to be given any sign of affection from this loveable man was considered lucky, and I was fortunate to be one of those people, and now finally after almost 60 years, I was able to feel that affection once more.

We were now upstairs in the master bedroom to do some private catching up.

"Alright sister dear, come here you." Deacy said. I smiled and immediately went into his arms and he embraced me. As all of you know, after Freddie's death, Deacy was the one to take it the hardest. So much so that he hardly played at any Queen gigs except for maybe three occasions then by 1997 he officially retired and no one had heard from him since.

The guys and I respected his decision so in order to make sure he was alright, I kept in contact with Veronica and would occasionally ask how Deacy was doing as well as the kids. I had learned that the two of them had two more kids, Luke and Cameron and the two of them had been successful in their own ways, all of the Deacy kiddies had, especially Luke who followed in his dad's footsteps and played in a band of his own.

In fact with the permission of the parents, I had allowed my nephew Luke to play at a few of my tours, and god just seeing him play reminded me so much of his dad, not to mentioned he looked so much like him.

And it was an honor to play with a second generation of Deacon.

The sad news of Deacy's passing came to Jack and I from Laura on a cold November day in 2035. Out of the two of us, Jack was the most heartbroken because he not only lost a brother but his idol and mentor.

We were invited to the burial by decree of the Deacy clan but I made sure that through some makeup and wigs that Jack and I weren't recognized by press because we wanted this to be private. As Deacy would've wanted that.

"Ohh I've missed you so much (y/n)."

"Not as much as I missed you brother mine."

It was then my attention turned towards the last 2 members of Queen, the remaining members I kept working with till the end. Brian May and Roger Taylor.

Together in our lives after Freddie's death and Deacy's retirement, I had been there for everything Queen got to accomplish, and they did the same for me. In fact it was Brian who bestowed upon me my plaque to be initiated into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame before I was given my star right above Queen's.

I was also involved with some of the work they did for a little movie called "Bohemian Rhapsody", and they helped become a part of my movie "Set it all free Angel". I first turned my attention to Brian.

It had been almost 10 years since my movie came out and 20 for Queen's film Bohemian Rhapsody. I was in my home studio working on my next upcoming album when I had received a call from Anita telling me that Brian had passed away at the age of 93. It was a peaceful passing so he wasn't suffering or in pain which I was thankful for in a way, he's suffered through so much that if I wanted him to go out, it would have to be peacefully in his sleep.

The world was devastated at losing such an inspiring man. Not only in the music industry, but for his work in astrophysics, as well as the animal programs that he's helped funded and laws he helped raise awareness for.

When he died, I took over the business in his name and within 3 years; I finally helped get laws of abusing, harming or killing animals to be illegal and anyone caught doing that wouldn't get misdemeanors. They would face legal full sentencing of 20-50years in Federal prison. On the night the laws passed and I along with Brian's partnering animal rehab centers signed off on the law, I went to Brian's grave and told him everything.

I immediately glomped him into a hug and held onto his waist tightly. He embraced me back just as tight as I was holding him, me humming lovingly as I buried my face into his chest feeling him stroke down my hair. After what felt like forever, he separated from me and stared down at me with those loving hazel blue eyes of his as he placed both his hands at the top of my head before stroking them downward against each side of my head and ending by cupping my face in his hands.

"I am so proud of everything you've done (Y/n). I saw it all, thank you for continuing my legacy for animal rights."

"You taught me everything I needed to know about being kind and caring towards all creatures, so much so you helped inspire me to do my own animal rehabilitations and rescues. I just—wish I could've been there for you when you......"

"It was beyond your control love. But I didn't suffer. I knew you loved me, and would've done anything to come see me had you known. I never blamed you, so stop blaming yourself." I nodded as tears slipped down my face but with his thumbs he wiped them away before hugging me once more. I felt him kiss my temple before cupping the side of my face once more to kiss my nose.

Even as I got older and we were both in our senior years, he never once stopped with the nose pecks. I smiled and Eskimo kissed him before he pressed his forehead against mine. It was then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to my right to see Roger standing before me.

Besides Freddie's death, I think the most devastating thing for me was when Roger died. It was about a year after Brian's death when I had gotten a frantic call from my godson Rufus that Roger had been taken to the hospital because of a stroke. Without hesitating, I got into the car and raced to West London Medical Hospital, where I met up with the Taylor pride.

I was frantic with anxiety and fear that I would lose yet a 3rd member of Queen. Over 48hrs passed when Rog finally regained consciousness and I was sitting right there by his bedside holding his hand. He spoke so softly it was like whispers on the wind and the only thing he wanted to do was go outside.

Reluctantly the doctors allowed it so my godchildren, and his wife Sarina took him out to the hospital garden and allowed me some one on one time with him. But I didn't know that that would be the last time they would ever get to talk to him. The last words he ever spoke to me were and I still remember it to this day, even up here in heaven.

"Brian and Freddie have come to collect me, they send out their love to you and Deacy. Look after the old bastard for us." And I literally felt his life slip away from my hand as he died right there in front of me.

For months I was depressed. I was allowed to go to the funeral and speak my eulogy and I sang at his funeral, this time my own rendition of Phil Collins' song 'You'll be in my heart.' It was also because of his funeral that Deacy and I got even closer than we had in years.

He had secretly gone to both Brian and Roger's funeral but it didn't take till Rog passed for him to physically approach me and we both just wept and cried from losing a father, a brother, a great friend together.

Finally when I finally gained the strength, me and the Taylor children all took a picnic up where Roger was born and just looked out beyond the fields of where his childhood home was and reminisced on all the wonderful memories we had of our father.

And it was from his death I produced my album 'Papa Lion' and dedicated it to him; 'To my Papa Lion, and all the other father lions out there. Keep protecting your children no matter what'.

"You gonna get into these arms or what love?" he asked me. I spoke not a word but felt tears in my eyes as I raced up and buried myself into his neck and dirty blonde almost brunette hair. He held me and spun me around, kissing all over my face humming and moaning lovingly.

When he finally set me down, he cupped my face just like Brian did but he gently leaned forward and very gingerly headbutted my forehead and the two of us nuzzled each other, rubbing our noses together.

Like a father lion and his cub reuniting with each other at last.

I held onto his wrists which still cupped the sides of my face and just allowed my tears to fall out but I couldn't stop smiling.

"I hope those are happy tears." He said to me. I sniffled and nodded.

"Yeah the—these are....ha-happy tears." I choked out.

"You know you don't have to be so strong around me, right lovie?" It was then I just broke down and wept as I embraced him. "Shhh, shh. I'm here my lion cub, I'm here. Papa lion is here." He whispered in my ear.

"God I have waited so long for you to say that." I whimpered out to hear him softly laugh and just hug me tighter.

"Oh my darlings.....my heart.....it's too full!" We heard Fred exclaim out dramatically. We both laughed as I nuzzled deeper into my papa lion's chest, happy to finally be reunited with them.

After finally calming down, we were all just sitting around the master bedroom. I was up against the couch leaning against Deacy's legs as he was currently brushing and braiding my hair.

"So you guys continuing to rock it out here in Heaven?" I asked.

"Don't you know it darling. Every good singer who has helped made a difference comes up here and we continue to live a peaceful eternity doing what we were born to do. Be performers." Freddie stated.

"In fact we just had our concert the other night. We got to perform alongside the Beatles." Said Roger.

"Shut up! The Beatles?!"

"You know it love, Lennon, McCartney, Harrison and Starr." Said Brian.

"Wow, I wish I could've seen it." I said.

"You will darling, we perform our concerts every single night. And it's always a mix mash of artists and bands collaborating together to perform the Greatest Heavenly Rock 'n Roll concert." Said Fred.

"Now that you're here poppet, you'll get the chance to perform with the best of the best." Said Deacy. I was flabbergasted.

"Holy......" I couldn't even finish it because I was just so shocked to think that I would be performing with the greatest artists long before my time and bands I wish I had the chance to record or perform alongside with. The guys all chuckled at me and I said.

"So that's why David and Elton were here."

"Mm-hmm. We're all performing together in tonight's show. Three artists of the 70's decade for the first time ever sharing the stage together." Said Brian.

"Ohh man what people would've killed to see that in person. I mean yeah you guys performed at the same venue like we did with Live Aid or did some recordings together but never all three of you guys on stage at once." I said.

"That's how it works around here." Spoke Deacy as he finished the last strand of my braid. I thanked him and observed the braid he had done and I commented.

"You've gotten better Deacy."

"Laura was good practice. My baby girl always wanted her hair braided."

"She may have gotten that from me, sorry." He playfully scowled at me but I cheekily stuck my tongue out at him. "Say Fred, where's Jim at? I figured if you were here, he would be too."

"Oh that man of mine, he's out tending the garden, come have a look." He escorted me to the back window and there I saw a field of flowers as far as the eye could see.

"Whoa. He's done all of that?"

"Been doing it since 2010 darling. Always a hard worker my husband. When he first came, I was worried he wouldn't like this appearance of mine, after all I didn't have my tache and my hair was much shorter than when I first met him."

"Jim loves you Freddie. He loves you no matter what you'd look like."

"And I did know. Turns out he's got a long hair kink." He whispered to me which made me choke out a laugh.

"Seriously?" He nodded ecstatically and that's when Deacy spoke up.

"We're still here Fred, no need to hear any of that."

"Oh god Deacy don't act so innocent. After all you were the one who wrote a song about pre-ejaculation." Deacy's mouth just gaped before turning stoic, and of course Rog and Bri were laughing their asses off. He turned to me and I shrugged saying.

"He's got a point."

"Okay yeah ha-ha fuck all of you."

"Oh come off it John. We mean no harm by it." Roger teased

"At least it's better than a car fucking song." Deacy fired back.

"That's not funny!" Roger proclaimed.

"It is kinda funny." Deacy sassed back.

"Okay, okay enough both of you. I had enough of your arguments to last an entire lifetime. I don't need to relive it now when I just got here." I stated.

"Sorry love." They both choired out.

"Oh (y/n), I do have a surprise for you though." Brian spoke up. I looked at him and said,

"What kind of surprise?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?" He said as he walked right up to me.

"If you tell me, I'll still act surprise." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around me.

"C'mon love, let's head outside." We soon went down the stairs and headed out of the house.

Brian lead me to an open field about a half mile away from the house. There was nothing but green for miles ahead.

"Brian what's this about?"

"You'll see." He then took his index finger and thumb and curled them inward like pinchers before placing them against his lips letting out a loud whistle. We stood there for a moment that was until I heard a bark. A very familiar bark. No it—it couldn't be.

Soon jogging up the hill about a mile away was a German Shepherd. His familiar traditional fur coat shined under the sun as he looked right at me. He let out a couple of barks and soon several more dogs came running up beside him.

They consisted of a golden retriever, 2 pit-bulls, 3 huskies (1 traditional black and white, another grey and white and the last one an auburn coloring), a collie, and 4 Labradors (2 blacks, a tan and one brown).

With each dog that this pack had, I knew every single one of them. I turned to Brian baffled and he just grinned at me before nodding telling me that they were who I thought they were. I turned back around and the German Shepherd let out a bark. I then let instinct take over and ran as I cried out.

"Bucky!" He soon came running after me, as did all the other dogs barking and panting as they all ran down the hill towards me. "C'mon kids! Come on!" I proclaimed. Each dog was running as fast as they could but Bucky and the black and white husky Shasta were leading the pack. "C'mon kids!" Bucky let out some barks as he raced ahead of Shasta and we met half-way.

Bucky leapt with both paws to my shoulders knocking me down onto the ground.

"Ohh Buck. I can't believe it's you! Ohh look at you boy! Good boy Buck!" A second later Shasta came up to me whimpering happily as his tail wagged. "Oh Shasta baby boy look at you! Hi~ Hi baby boy~." Soon enough my entire dog pack was all up on me grunting and whimpering happily as they all began to tackle me, wanting my attention and love.

Now while you all know I've had Bucky and Sammy as the family pets for Jack and the kids. The other dogs have a different story. The two pitbull brothers that I had named Titan and Bear were rescue dogs when I was a part of an actual rescue mission with one of my animal charities in saving dogs from a Mexican dogfight.

Whenever I was free from touring and recording, I made sure they were well taken care of and even let them stay at my home for awhile before they were finally adopted by a good family.

My triple threat huskies Shasta, Maya (the grey and white) and Eevee (auburn) were actually Kelly's dogs. Shortly after she left for college, she wanted to fill her house with dogs so she adopted these three and very often when she would visit or we would visit her, these troublemakers were always there. Sweet and loveable but stubborn little buggers but I wouldn't take them either way.

The Labradors were also rescue dogs that I helped out. The black one Raider and white one Rowdy were just left abandoned tied up in the backyard of their owners homes. The owners had abandoned them and left them for dead in the hottest summer of the year. But thanks to my team we got them out, sheltered and good homes but I occasionally checked in on them since I couldn't let them go.

The brown lab Cleopatra and the other black lab Midnight were once stray dogs till my son Freddie found them and gave them some food and water. Since he didn't have the heart to turn them to the shelter he adopted them. They even started their own little family since Midnight and Cleopatra were mates together and had many puppies together.

And finally the beautiful Collie was Jezebel. Jezebel was something special because she was actually my nana's dog. I hadn't seen her since I was probably five years old, she was already an old girl growing up but from what I remember, she was so maternal with me.

Whenever my nana was busy with something, she knew she could trust Jezebel with me.

After giving every single dog my attention I finally managed to stand up and see all the dogs in my life standing in a row.

"Jezzy, Bucky, Sammy, Titan, Bear, Shasta, Maya, Eevee, Cleo, Midnight, Rowdy and Raider. I don't believe it. Good doggies. My lucky dog pack. I can't believe you're all here. How did you find them all?"

"I was out strolling wanting to observe the stars when I found Bucky and Sammy. They immediately recognized me and just came running right for me. Soon enough they brought me to meet the rest of the dogs you've known and rescued. I was surprised about the collie but I knew she wouldn't be among them if she wasn't a part of your family."

"Yeah, Jezebel was my nana's dog. I called her Jezzy cause I couldn't quite pronounce her name. She was like my guardian dog angel. Always maternal until she passed away of cancer when I was just 5 years old." I walked up to her and pet her head and she leaned up against me. "She even saved me from almost being attacked by a stray dog one summer."

"Well I'm very glad she did." Brian said as he walked up and stroked her head and she gave his hand a friendly sniff and lick.

"And you took care of all of them?"

"Well I'm an animal activist through and through. If Freddie takes care of every cat that comes to Heaven, I thought I should take care of the animals I've grown fond of, but also the animals my little protegee has taken on herself. As well as the family dogs." I smiled and Brian and thanked him with a hug and he gratefully hugged me back.

As the day drew to a close and nightfall came, the boys had escorted me over to the Heavenly Concert hall. If we want to look at it scale wise, imagine it as Wembley Stadium during the time of Live Aid back in 1985. We drove in a royal golden carriage fit only for her royal majesties themselves.

"Wow, it's just like Wembley stadium."

"It is in a way, but it can fit an infinite amount of people. Any and all are welcome to watch us perform." Said Deacy.

"And we won't need to do soundchecks or anything?"

"Nope. This is heaven darling. Up here everything works to the full capacity and capability. No have to worry ever again about sound checks or power outages." Freddie stated. Our carriage soon stopped at the back entrance and the doors magically opened.

I stepped out first followed by Deacy, Roger, Brian and Freddie. Deacy wrapped his arm around me and guided me into the building and the five of us followed the sign down to the basement level where the dressing rooms were.

And it was like they said, I saw dozens of stars with the names of so many artists and bands before and during my time. Elvis Presley, Janis Joplin, the Beatles, David, Elton, Led Zeppelin, REO Speedwagon, George Michael, Phil Collins, Bob Dylan, and everyone and anyone you could think of.

"And here we are darling, your dressing room awaits." Roger said as he stood before a red door with a golden star with wings on each side that read in bold black letters my stage name ROCK ANGEL. He opened it up and I was in awe.

Inside was a very large room filled with furniture, a huge makeup station with large mirror decored with lamplights around the perimeter of it.

On the left side of the dressing room were hundreds of different outfit's I've worn throughout the years. Everything was there on hangers along with some of the hats I wore, fedora's, cowgirl, and my famed flat caps of various different colors and styles.

While on the right; I could see just music instruments like the Red Special Brian had made for me up against a special holder up along the wall right by my makeup stand.

"Is this my....."

"Go on and have a look darling." I heard Freddie say in my ear.

"Okay. I finally have my own mall." I walked in and was just in awe at everything. It looked like heaven had taken my master bedroom from my first home I had after becoming the Rock Angel and just put it all here.

I walked inside and said.

"Ooo, very nice shoes." I pointed out on the shoe wrack seeing some of the styles of shoes I've worn. From combat boots, to Adidas', flats, and even the high-heeled boots that Deacy always wore during the 1970's.

"We're glad you like them darling. Why don't you go around that corner and press the black button along the dresser." Deacy said. I walked further in and reached a dresser and found the black button. When I pressed it, a couple of shelves slowly opened up revealing almost every pair of sunglasses I've always worn.

"Oh my god! I've missed wearing these." I picked up a pair of my ray ban black and gold framed sunglasses. "Didn't I make these look good?" I quickly turned to see the guys were gone. "Guys?"

"Over here love." I heard Brian's voice say. I walked towards the right to see my boys standing or sitting along some of the foot stools.

"Oh there you all are. Ohh nice amps." I couldn't help but see the amps up along the wall. "I—I'm just...." Before I could continue a remote was tossed over at me by Roger as he said.

"Before you even say anything else. Type in combination 2-1-2." I muttered the combination to myself as I pressed the numbers and soon the closet before us opened and soon revolving around were various guitars and bass guitars, shelves soon opened revealing several pairs of drumsticks each imprinted with my name on them.

I had no words.

"Umm....this is.....I can't—" I jumped back a bit as the top shelves suddenly opened revealing two different microphones. One was a basic black but it was bedazzled with red gems while the other one was pure gold with golden gems.

"Elton and I had a little hand of having your microphones designed." Said Freddie with a modest shrug.

"I mean....guys this is......unbelievable. And this is all mine?"

"Oh darling you should see ours. It's practically the entire mansion back home."

"Each star that comes here is given the full custom of what they've enjoy back on Earth. And since you've favored how you once had your rotating dressers back in 2011, it's all here for you but advanced into your instruments as well." Said Roger.

"And if anyone has any suggestion like if they're close to another artist, they can submit some suggestions of what should be in said artists dressing room." Brian spoke up.

"Aww you guys, I love you." I said as I came up to them and we got into a group hugged.

"We love you too (Y/n) darling. Now hurry up and get ready, the concert is about to begin." The boys left me to my own business. I walked up to my clothes rack and went through every style and decided that if I was to do my first concert in Heaven, I might as well wear exactly what I wore for my first concert as the Rock Angel.

After getting ready and doing my makeup the same way Freddie had done for me that day in Madison Square Garden, I picked up my Red Special and put it around my neck and left my dressing room.

"The Rock Angel is back." I looked up to see the boys standing across me in front of their dressing room, dressed to the T like they had at the they did at the Odeon theater Christmas Eve 1975. I smiled and said.

"Well look at you guys, it seems like only yesterday I was sneaking my friends into the house while Joanna and Graham were at their Christmas party just to watch you guys live at the Hammersmith Oden theater." I sassed.

"Thank you love, now c'mon time to head to the stage." Roger said. The lads cheered and I followed behind as we all walked back up the stairs and went through the corridors of backstage. Hundreds upon hundreds of artists were getting themselves ready to go up and perform.

I watched as the boys did their typical body warmups to get themselves pumped up when I felt a nudge at my arm.

"You seem quiet poppet, everything okay?" I looked up to see Deacy standing beside me.

"You said anybody whose anybody comes to see these shows right?" He nodded and I said solemnly, "Do....do you think my family, like my mum and dad know that I'm here now? That I'm here performing?" I felt him wrap his arm around my shoulder and he said.

"It's possible. Anytime a new artist or band comes here, it's fully announced far and wide throughout Heaven. So there's a good chance they might be out there in the audience."

"I hope so. I just want to show them what I've achieved, I want them to be proud of me."

"They are poppet. Just like we are." He embraced me in a one armed hug leaning his head against mine.

"I really have missed these moments between us Deacy."

"So have I. And I've got a hell of a lot of comforting to catch up on."

"Well now's a good start."

"Oi you two! Are we going to perform or not?" The two of us smiled as we heard Roger's voice cry out to us. My brother looked down at me and he said.

"C'mon, let's go do our thing." I nodded and we headed towards the guys.

*3rd Person POV*

Once again it was concert time. Every soul that had passed into heaven that was a fan of Rock and Roll or music in general came from far and wide to come to the concert of concerts, even bigger than the Earthly event that Live Aid gave the world.

Generations of artists and musicians that had come from around the world from many different backgrounds came to this very stadium to give the performance of their afterlives. Thousands, almost a million people poured into the stadium as the lights were flashing and doing their test run for each artist that would perform that night.

Soon Bob Geldof came onto the stage and everyone applauded for him.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome once again to the Heaven's Rock and Roll concert." Everyone applauded and cheered holding up signs of their favorite artists or bands that would be performing tonight. "It gives me great honor to announce that we recently were given a new arrival, but I won't give it away on who it is." The audience crowd because they wanted to hear who it was as Bob continued, "I'll leave that to the band who know her best. So without further ado I would like to bring up on stage the first band performance of this evening's festivities. These lads I knew personally and they helped make one of the biggest rock concerts even greater than I could ever imagine. These four individually talented young men rose to the stardom in the early 1970's before exploding into the worldwide phenomenon by the 1980's. Ladies and Gentlemen please bow before her royal majesties that is Queen!"

The crowd roared with applause as Bob left the stage and the stage grew dark. Soon the opening notes for "Now I'm here" began playing and everyone cheered louder as they began clapping in rhythm. Those who have seen and grew up seeing Queen live, knew exactly how to react and behave during a Queen concert and those who got to know Queen up here in heaven got a taste of what it would've been like had they seen them in person with all four of them up on stage.

Soon Freddie's silhouette and voice echoed through the speakers as he began to sing the song. When the song began to pick up, the lights on stage exploded as did fire from the sides of the stage as all four members of Queen were finally revealed to the crowd.

Freddie lead with the vocals and his mates and brothers backed him up on not only the vocals but their instruments, and ever the frontman he was, strutted the stage like it was his as his voice overpowered and reached out into the audience with a force unlike anything.

By the end of the song, Freddie proclaimed into the microphone.

"Thank you! Thank you, good evening everybody!" The crowd cheered as Freddie continued, "Oh it looks magnificent out there tonight. Okay my darlings, right now. Right now, we're going to take you for the first time ever we're taking you all to the battlefield. This is called Ogre Battle!"

The boys continued to play a few more songs like 'White Queen', 'Killer Queen', 'Bohemian Rhapsody', 'Don't stop me now' and 'Son and Daughter' included with Brian's famous guitar solo giving Deacy and Freddie enough time to change clothes for the next half of the performance. Freddie now wearing the famed black satin outfit with his chest exposed and diamond fingernailed glove as well as the chain glove on the other.

"Yes thank you, thank you very much. Featuring Brian May on guitar!" Brian took a bow as the spotlight shined on him and the crowd cheered. "Now then my darlings, as I'm sure everyone's heard we have a new arrival. A very special girl to all four of us. How would you all like to meet her?"

The crowd roared with applause and soon Roger began doing one single rhythmic beat. Hearing the beat made the entire audience clap in that single beat rhythm.

"She first rose to the spotlight in the summer of 1981. A bright, charismatic young woman whose music has touched the lives of millions. To us she wasn't a shadow of our fame, she was an equal partnership. The like of which we had never knew we could ever ask for. Ladies and gentlemen and everyone up in the balcony give it up for Heaven's very own Rock Angel, Mrs. (Y/n) Kline!"

From up on the catwalk above the stage, the silhouette of the Rock Angel herself came up and it appeared that she actually had angel wings sprouting from her back as she began the first verse of her famed song "Set it all Free".

By the chorus, the screen lifted up and she hopped off the catwalk and gratefully fell from the 10ft catwalk onto center stage playing her Red Special as her boys backed her up as they always did whenever they performed this song together.

And seeing the two artists perform together, Queen and the Rock Angel, the crowd was in pure excitement bouncing up and down and crying out the lyrics to the well known song that the Rock Angel's 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.

But none were more happy to perform once again than the artists that were on stage. It had been forever since it was the five of them together up on stage and they couldn't help but look at each other. As the guitar solo came up, it turned into a guitar battle between the Rock Angel herself and Brian May which got the crowd really pumped up.

By the end of the song, everyone was chanting out 'Angel! Angel! Angel!'

"Hello Rock and roll heaven how's everyone doing tonight!?" The crowd welcomed her with a roar of applause. "God I can't believe I'm here performing with my boys once again. And right now we'd like to bring out a special guest for this next number." She turned to Deacy who nodded and began playing his bassline for "Under Pressure" which got the crowd applauding louder.

"This man is a well-known legend and the birth of a true 'flamboyant' hard rocker. And a very close friend of mine." Freddie started.

"Six time Grammy award winner, 4 time Brit award winner, actor, musician. Everyone put your hands together for Mr. David Bowie!" (Y/n) proclaimed into the mic.

It was then Freddie and (Y/n) began singing the first part of the song as at the center stage a circular hole began to open and soon rising up onto the stage was David Bowie himself. He wore a royal blue suit with a black undercoat suit shirt as well as the business white shirt. A light blue tie and black shoes.

He soon began his line of the first bridge as Freddie and the Rock Angel backed him up. When the second part of the song came up after Freddie's little vocalization, David gave the gesture for (Y/n) to take the second part of the song. And as she always performed it, she would lowly sing in her alto range before suddenly belting out to the perfect volume as she would hold the note out for as long as she could letting the two legends back her up.

Just like the record Freddie and Roger softly sung the first part of the break, then David came in before (Y/n) belted out the why vocals before the song picked right back up. It was something that could only be seen in Heaven. Three legendary singers performing one song.

David Bowie, Freddie Mercury and (Y/n) Kline the Rock Angel.

The three lead singers stood side by side with each other with David on the left, Freddie in the middle and (y/n) to the right. The three in almost rehearsed synchronicity began to sidestepped across the stage as all three voices blended the bridge that it could give one an eargasm.

Agreeing with each other and knowing what she could do to close the song, both David and Freddie stepped back with (y/n) completely unaware as she just allowed the song to consume her.

At the final note, she let out a proud controlled belt that was first heard at Freddie's tribute concert and it almost seemed like the sun was rising as the stage was lit up in a heavenly glow as she held the note. The entire audience was in an uproar as they gave a standing ovation to the Rock Angel herself.

She turned around and saw the five older men smiling at her and applauding her for a phenomenal performance that they have missed so dearly.

The concert continued as Elton John soon came up on stage and together he, Freddie and (y/n) sang 'I'm still standing' a song that was personal to all three of them in some shape or form but they knew this was the perfect song for them all to sing.

After a few more Queen songs, with the allowance of their beloved Rock Angel since her set was about to come up after theirs, she allowed them to stay and be her band as she would perform her hit songs before the souls of Heaven.

Songs like 'Who I am', 'So good,' 'Bridge of light', 'Rock angel', her rendition of 'Somebody to love', 'We'll be together', and with her boys already up there with her they did a few more duets of Queen songs like 'Friends will be friends', 'Spread your wings', 'Fat Bottomed girls', and 'Jailhouse Rock'.

Finally their time was up and as 'God save the Queen' played through the speakers, all five of them stood side by side each other and bid the crowd a goodbye and thank you.

After watching several performances from backstage, and when the concert finally came to a close it was time for the after party. So just outside in the back a beautiful garden was set up with refreshments and plenty of drinks to fit everyone's needs and all the performers of the night came out to talk amongst one another and to celebrate another well-performed concert.

As well as to welcome their newest achievement.

*My POV*

Oh my god. That was a thrill rush, and now being here at the after party I saw literally everyone. Elvis, Janis, the Beatles, Little Richard, Elton, David, Hendrix, everyone in rock and roll big names were gathered around this beautiful garden.

As I went to go grab some water I felt a hand tap my shoulder and there stood John Lennon himself.

"So you are the famous Rock Angel?" I swallowed my water and was completely star-struck.

"Y-yeah I.....Mr. Lennon I....."

"Please call me John."

"Okay, John. Can I just say.....just between us that you were always my favorite Beatle out of the group."

"Coming from you that's a huge honor. And now I can finally rub it into Paul's face the bugger." I laughed and that's when I heard a female voice say.

"Alright let me at her, where is she?" And there donned with her famous fur coat, tall Russian-like hat and red circular shades was Janis Joplin herself. "And there she is. The one female rocker better than me." She spoke as she came up to me.

"Oh no Mrs. Jop—"

"Ah-ah. Mrs. Joplin is not my name. Call me Janis baby girl." I blushed and she wrapped an arm around me and said, "You know, you and I aren't so different kid."

"How so?"

"Well we both struggled in our families and personal lives, got together with some male rockstars to form a partnership before splitting off to have our freedom. The only difference is, is that I wish I had your strength. I decided to call it quits with heroin being my way to kick the bucket."

"You were someone I did look up to. I mean yeah you had your struggles, but hell you didn't take shit from no one. When conservative minds at the time wanted you to do it their way, you said....."

"'Fuck you. I'm doing it my own way!'" She finished off which made the two of us laugh. "Yah know something baby girl, I like you. Promise me for Lady's night you'll do a song with me?"

"It would be an honor Janis." She smiled and hugged me tightly.

"Alright my darlings, may we have everyone's attention?" Freddie's voice soon spoke up as he was now standing on top of a table. Everyone looked up and as the boys of Queen stood up front Freddie continued, "First of all magnificent show all of you. So cheers my lovely darlings." Everyone of us raised our glasses in the air saying 'cheers'.

"We'd also love to specifically say a wonderful show for our newest arrival," Brian spoke up. He turned to me and extended his hand out for mine. I took it and he gently pulled me up front so that everyone could see me.

"Our beloved Rock Angel herself, (Y/n) Kline." Roger spoke up as he smiled warmly down at me.

"To the Rock Angel!" Deacy stated as he raised his cocktail glass in the air.

"To the Rock Angel!" Everyone choired at me. I bashfully smiled and said.

"Thank you, it was an honor to see most of you perform tonight, and it was great to perform with someone of you once again after so many years. I hope I have the privilege to perform with every single soul here." I said.

We then raised our glasses once more and the mingling and partying continued long into the night.

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[Chapter IV: You F*cking Minx!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, masterbation (m&f) (only implied this chapter), discussion of kinks, good old nudes & teasing Jisung ;)

Chapter Word Count: 2.8k (lol minus the emojis cause APPARENTLY, they count on docs)

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You were starting to think that touching yourself every night was rather unhealthy...

It’s been over a week since you and Jisung met—a week since the both of you started your unspoken arrangement. Breathing heavily, you laid limply on your untidy bed, the only source of light available was the moon’s rays peeking through your curtains. The lower half of your body was completely rid of any clothing; the only thing covering your skin were splotches of your essence. Your phone then lit up with a notification from ‘Hannie Bear’.

1 new message(s) from Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: u okay baby? do u wanna sleep now?

Using your unsoiled hand, you grabbed your phone and typed as best as you could.

Me: Nah, I still have a little bit of energy left in me

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: really? cool lol

let’s chat for a bit

Me: Sure. Just hold on for a sec

You sat up and wiped your hand on the towel laid under you. Swinging one of your legs off the bed, you used your toes to pick up your garments from the floor, and quickly put them on. Two new notifications from Jisung appeared on your screen. You read his messages as you threw your dirted towel onto the floor.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: aight.

actually you know what? just call me please!

You laid back down and tapped on his icon, which now consisted of a selfie of himself from when he ‘needed to use’ your phone a few days ago, at the top of your screen to switch to the call screen. Your phone rang several times before Jisung answered. Through the phone, you could hear the faint sound of rustling and a groan.

“Hey,” he greeted with a raspy voice. You instinctively smiled when you heard him.

“Hey.”

Jisung cleared his throat before speaking. “So I was wondering, since— ah wait. Sorry, my throat’s kinda...”

“No, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “You should get some water too! You know, cause— yeah. After all that.”

You laughed, heart warming at his consideration. “Yeah. Thanks!” Bringing your phone with you, you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. You set the call to speaker mode before putting your phone down to drink. Hearing the hilarious way Jisung took big gulps of water almost made you choke on your water.

He let out an over-exaggerated ‘ha!’ and said with a funny voice, “Refreshing!” Hearing your snort made Jisung smile. “Okay, so now that we’re both hydrated, I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking.” You hummed to acknowledge him. “So, you know how we’ve been doing this for almost two weeks now, right?”

“Yeah…?” You picked up your phone to go back to your room.

“Okay. Well, we never really talked about, you know, things that we like.”

“Things that we like?”

“Yeah! You know what I mean?”

‘Huh?’ You thought about it for a few seconds before realizing what he was talking about. “Ohh. Do you mean our kinks?”

“There! That.”

You scoffed playfully. “I knew this conversation was bound to happen.”

“Well, then spill, girl!” Jisung said flamboyantly. “Don’t keep me waiting!”

You giggled. “Weirdo,” you whispered, softly grunting when you plopped onto your bed. “Where do you want me to start?”

“I don’t know. I guess just tell me like, what role you like playing in bed, or if you don’t even use roles at all.”

“Well, we’ve masterbated together long enough for you to know that I don’t mind either; sex is sex and it should be enjoyable, whether or not there are sub/dom roles...but I do like being submissive.”

“Oh, right. Nice,” he snickered, “Okay, now what? Vanilla or Kinky?”

“Kinky, all that way.” Jisung wanted to laugh at how fast that answer came out. “Of course, there’s nothing wrong vanilla sex, in fact, it’s very much appreciated in this household.”

“Ahh. Someone of culture. I respect that.” The both of you chuckled. “So, what are some things you want to be done to you?”

“Like, receiving?” Jisung hummed in confirmation. “I guess I like being marked? And being praised and using pet names, but of course, who doesn’t?”

“I feel you, I feel you,” he nodded on the other side of the phone. “I like that too.”

“I also like being tied up.”

Jisung sat up, wide eyed. “Rope-bunny?!”

You guffawed, hearing him so shocked like that. “What? Surprising? Remember, no kink shaming!”

“No no! It’s not like that it’s just-” he sighed through puffed cheeks, “wow, that’s fucking hot.”

“Thanks,” you giggled. “But that’s only the beginning.”

“Shit, there’s more? Holy fuck— please tell me.”

“Overstimulation & edging, I think that’s fucking hot too.” You could hear Jisung’s breath hitch on the phone, making you smirk. “I also really like choking and being able to see myself getting fucked; I think there’s a name for it, but I forgot.”

Not hearing his reply, you snorted before continuing. “And I have the biggest breeding kink ever. You know what I say: the messier the sex, the better.” You stopped when you heard Jisung take a deep breath.

“Whoa, Y/n. I-” he signed. “Let me calm down before I pop another boner ‘cause of you.”

You felt a surge of pride run through you. “What? Too much?”

“Oh, fuck no. Just insanely hot.”

You laughed, adjusting yourself to lay on your stomach. “Too bad. There was still a lot more I wanted to say,” you grinned. “You should tell me what you like then, baby. I need to know how I could please you too.”

“Hmm,” he thought to himself for a while. “So you already know that I like filthy, kinky sex too and that I usually take up the dom role but if I have to be honest. I’ve always wanted to try subbing.”

“Really?” you smiled evilly. ‘How interesting’

“Yup. I mean, I like being babied, so I think I’d really like it.”

“Oh? Would you like to try it sometime, baby boy?”

The line went dead silent for a while, filling you with worry. All of a sudden, when you were about to ask Jisung if he was okay, he whimpered. “Please?” he muttered, and you swore you could already see him pouting. Now it was your turn to take a deep breath.

“Hold on, baby boy. We both just finished touching ourselves not too long ago. Let’s do this another time.”

“Aww...Boo. You’re no fun,” Jisung’s usual cheeky self returned.

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, but I already came 3 times tonight. Let my vagina rest, Sung.”

“Fair,” he laughed. “Does that mean I get to sub next time?”

“Hm… If you’re nice to me, then yes.”

“Oh baby, you know i’ll be the best behavior if it means getting topped by you.”

Instead of feeling horny, you only felt playfulness behind his words. “Good. I’ll be sure to give my baby a treat tomorrow then.” Jisung cheered giddily, fueling your own amusement. “By the way, what’s with the kink talk? I mean, I knew it was gonna come eventually but still.”

You couldn’t see it, but Jisung shrugged at your question. “Well, if we’re gonna be together, then I need to know everything about you that you enjoy.” Your face dropped, your chest swelling in adoration and alarm. Not hearing a response from you made him panic. “Uh- unless you don’t wanna be a thing! That-that’s fine too...i guess, w-whatever! I just—!”

Jisung stopped when he heard you giggle. “You’re so cute, Sung.” You softly said in content. “It’s getting late, baby. I’ll see you in the morning, hm?”

“Y-yeah! See you in Jung’s class, baby!”

You ended the call then slid your phone under your pillow. Pulling your blanket all the way up to your chin, you squirmed around until you were comfortable enough to sleep. The only thing in your mind was Jisung and how much your relationship with him developed way too fast. It was a little...frightening for your fragile heart.

2nd Period; Mrs. Jung’s Renaissance Literature class. Probably the most boring class ever. Everyday, you regret ever signing up for it.

You begrudgingly walked to class, purposely taking small, slow steps so you don’t have to be there on time. However, as boring as the class is, the only reason why you find it tolerable is because it is the only class you share with Jisung. Looking up, you found yourself in front of your Literature class, much to your dismay. Grumbling, you stepped inside the room to find Jisung already at his (now) usual place at the back of the class, right beside you. ‘Weird,’ you thought, seeing how it’s usually you who comes to class before him. Jisung looked up, feeling eyes on him from the front of the class, and smiled when he saw it was just you. He gestured for you to come over to him; your heart racing as you stepped closer to him.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted happily, watching you take your seat beside him.

“Hi, Sungie,” you replied, setting your camera bag onto the floor under your legs and taking your laptop out of your bag. Feeling Jisung staring at you, you tched jokingly. “Am I that attractive that you can’t keep your eyes off of me?” you laughed. What you didn’t expect, however, was Jisung’s blunt response.

“Yes.”

“O-oh? Uh…”

“I thought I made it clear that I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said truthfully, giving you a bright smile. Your eyes were wide, face heating up at his straight-forwardness. He threw you a flirty wink and chuckled, going back to sit up straight at his own seat. Flustered, you hid your face with your hoodie, tightening the drawstrings to further conceal your blush. From beside you, you could hear Jisung snort, trying not to laugh at you. Before you could scold him, the bell rang and Mrs. Jung entered the class.

Jisung’s drowsy eyes wandered the whole room for the umpteenth time. His ears only shut out the mundane information his instructor was teaching. Something about a Scottish poet named George Lauder being responsible for the advancement of the steel industry or whatever? ‘Man, what does that have to do with the renaissance era?’ It’s only been 30 minutes since the class started and he already wanted to get out of here. No matter how hard he tried focusing on the lesson, the words only went through one ear and out the other. Needless to say, it way too uninteresting for him to retain anything.

His eyes then traveled to your hunched form. He had to resist the urge to pull out his phone and take a picture of your cute face all scrunched up in concentration, your figure engulfed by the oversized purple hoodie you were wearing. In the midst of his ogling, Jisung felt a gentle kick on his right leg. His eyes focused to finally notice you side eyeing him. It was as if you were telling him ‘pay attention or else’. All he did was grin and continued gawking at you.

You rolled your eyes, deciding to not mind him and try paying attention to Mrs. Jung; even if you yourself thought the class was boring as hell. You then feel a warm hand on your left thigh. Since it was just Jisung, you shrugged his hand off of you and typed in the shared doc you both created just to talk in this class. You typed:

‘What are you doing?’

Leaning over to his own screen, Jisung read the message on his laptop then replied.

‘babe i’m sorry but i’m so fucking bored’

‘Me too, but you gotta pay attention, baby boy’

‘hmm i love it when you call me baby boy ;)’

You side-glanced him with a ‘are you serious?’ look while he merely smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as if it would seduce you.

‘Funny. Don’t you dare get horny in the middle of class, Han Jisung!’

‘:)’

Jisung made a quiet sputtering noise as he put his head down onto the table. From the corner of your eyes, you could see him fiddling his platform sneakers with his feet. You restrained yourself from laughing at him. He looked exactly like an annoyed kid on the verge of throwing a tantrum. You shook your head. ‘The poor man is really trying’

Sneakily sliding your phone into your pocket, you stood up from your seat, the chair making a slight screech, catching Jisung’s—as well several other students’— brief attention, to head to the front of the class. Signing your name into the ‘restroom log’, you briefly pointed to the door when you made eye contact with Mrs. Jung, and went to the restroom. You grinned to yourself, thinking about how Jisung would react to his little gift.

The painfully bored boy watched as you left the room. He pouted, his boredom only increased tenfold without you. He went back to his laptop, clicking on another tab to do something, when he felt his phone vibrate from his back pocket. He jolted. ‘Who the hell would text me while I’m in the middle of class?’ Jisung slowly took out his phone to check his notifications. Seeing your name on the screen, he stared in confusion.

‘Y/n? What’re you doing?’ Glancing to see if Mrs. Jung could see him, he unlocked his phone to read your message.

My baby 💘: Remember what I said last night?

Many thoughts, none of which were pg, raced through his mind. ‘What exactly are you talking about?’ He adjusted his keyboard to properly type with one hand.

Me: depends

are we talking about me subbing or your “gift”?

My baby 💘: Hmm sure. You’ll see 😉

Jisung nearly let out an audible ‘huh?’ because of your rather cryptic message. Not wanting to get caught, he hid his phone between his legs and waited for your next text. After almost a minute, this phone vibrated again. Big Mistake…

Strike 1!

‘God, Han Jisung, you fucking idiot!’ The shock unintentionally sent waves of pleasure between his legs, almost coaxing out a whimper from his mouth. He cleared throat, trying to ignore the erection that was threatening to pop up, and inconspicuously took his phone.

Strike 2!

If Jisung died at that very moment, then he wouldn’t even be mad. No regrets or anger whatsoever for his eyes was blessed with the most salacious photo of yourself. There you were, sweater pulled up to show off the lacy red bra that adorned your breasts—your arms deliberately squeezing them together to make them even more tempting than they already are—and pants pulled down enough to show a cheeky glimpse of the matching set of panties hugging your hips. Jisung swore he could feel his blood rushing to his dick and nose; he even went as far as wiping it in case he really did get a nosebleed.

‘Y/n, you minx...’’

Me: baby…

what you’re doing is very dangerous for the both of us

My baby 💘: Oh? Are you sure you didn’t forget what we talked about, baby boy

Jisung anxiously looked back and forth from his phone to his teacher. He covered his mouth when you sent another shameless nude to him. Now it was a picture of your hands cupping your breasts, your bra unclasped, threatening to slide off your shoulders. How you managed to take the photo was beyond Jisung’s comprehension. Though, now that he’s as turned on as a horny 13 year old boy on a porn site for the very first time, it’s safe to say that there was nothing on his mind except you, and you only.

He set his keyboard back to its default mode and put his head down, fingers hastily tapping on his phone to reply.

Me: come on baby

please don’t do this to me

i’m hard. i really popped a boner in the middle of class…

this is fucking embarrassing

Jisung just knew that you were laughing at him, finding great joy in his predicament. He subtly adjusted himself to do something about his hard-on. ‘So fucking embarrassing’ He blushed, biting his lip. He silently prayed to whatever deity out there that his erection was unnoticeable through his sweatpants; he was so grateful that you two sat at the back of the class. His phone buzzed again, it was another message from you.

Strike 3!

He’s out…

My baby 💘: It’s mommy for you today, baby boy 😉😉

Above was a picture of you...Bra hanging from your mouth...Your pearly teeth biting down on one of the straps...Pants off...Panties moved to the side...Showing off your dripping core to the camera...Your fingers threatening to slide inside your core…

Somebody please help this poor man. He might get a heart attack because of you. And if he doesn’t die from that, then it might be because of the rage of sexual frustration he felt when you came back with a seemingly innocent smile on your face. Jisung was just lucky nobody noticed his hard cock throbbing the rest of the session. More importantly, thank god Mrs. Jung is an oblivious old woman.

‘Y/n L/n, you FUCKING MINX!’

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do not ask why i made this but here is the entire transcript of “Wilbur talking about eating Sand for 14 minutes...” I wrote in two hours for no reason other then boredom.

Phil, farming sand in minecraft: -it is similar to how the 0 tick farms work where it pushes pistons underneath and on top. 

Wilbur, donating with Text To Speech: Phil have you ever eaten sand? 

Phil, laughing: No. I don't think I have. I might have when I was a kid I guess. Why Wilbur? Whas- wuah wuh wuh What is this? 

TTS Wilbur: Could eat the sand. 

Phil, silent for a second: 

Phil: I could the...

Phil: 

Phil: I could? 

TTS Wilbur: Might be faster. 

Phil, laughing again: Inhaled sand. Okay. Into my body, then what? I need to place it dude, what do you mean? I'm just gonna shit out bricks. I'm just gonna shit out- I'm just gonna shit out sandstone is that it? 

TTS Wilbur: Then you put sand somewhere better. 

Phil, wheezily chuckling: Wil I have- I have actually no idea where you are going with this. I'm legit just as confused as some people in chat. I don't- *laughing* 

TTS Wilbur: Well if the sand is somewhere better then it's not in your way anymore. 

Phil: You okay WIl? You alright mate? We were playing Civ for a long time last night. Are you okay mate? You’re not gonna start worrying me are you? We’re pretty close to each other. 

TTS Wilbur: Yeah I’m fine. If you eat the sand and move it then you won’t have to keep shoveling it. 

Phil, sighing like a disappointed dad: Brilliant. Chat I don’t know he’s gone off the- he’s gone off *gasp* Oh my fucking god dude he was so quiet. That is a threat they make no noise when they’re on lava. Jesus. I was like “What’s hit me!?” It was like a single hit that made me think it was a player or something cause it was silent. I was just like- there was no noise. Okay dually noted, magma cubes don’t make any noise on lava. 

TTS Wilbur: Magma cubes are boring Phil. Let’s talk about eating sand again. 

Phil, laughing: Wil have you- have you ate sand is this what you are talking about *hears a ghast* fucking hell. 

TTS Wilbur: Yes I have. 

Phil, softly: What is this conversation… *Normal tone* Was it nice? 

TTS Wilbur: It gets between your teeth and is fun to crunch in the car ride home. 

[ Phil, grossed out and letting out various forms of Nope and nooo in funny tones of voice ]

Phil: Ooohhh that was a horrible vision. That was a horrible visual. You had a strange childhood Wilbur I’m just gonna say it wasn’t my fault though. *Laughing* Did you just pocket sand and start going- *mimickings eating sand* 

TTS Wilbur: Then when I get home I put it in my mouse. I successfully move the sand. 

[ Phil sighs disappointedly ] 

Phil: Chat I don’t know what we’re going to do with Wil. 

TTS Wilbur: I would sometimes put it in my pockets too yes. 

Phil: I don’t know what we’re going to do with Wil he’s a lost cause chat. Genuinely worried for my dude. It’s not five head. 

TTS Wilbur: This wasn’t in my childhood, Phil. 

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ for a solid like, seven seconds]

Phil: Wil when I come to visit you, uhhh, later this year we’re going to have talks about this. We’re going to have talks, son.

TTS Wilbur: Why? 

Phil: Stop eating sand son. *Laughing* It’s not good for you. 

TTS Wilbur: What’s in it that’s bad for me? 

Phil: It is literal rocks! *Sighing* Oohh I can’t. Chattt. Tell him pleaaase. 

TTS Wilbur: So is salt. 

Phil: Oooohhh I knew he was gonna pull some weird sh- I fucking knew- *chuckling* Not the same dude. *Laughing* Not edible. Please he does not have a point do not give him any sort of leeway here chat. 

TTS Wilbur: Please enlighten me on what makes salt edible and sand inedible. 

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 2 electric boogalo]

A TTS Donation: Human biology college major here. I do not recommend eating sand. 

Phil, cackling: Ohh… god. 

TTS Wilbur: Why not? 

Phil: Wil does sand- does sand dissolve in water Wil? I don’t think it does, does it? 

TTS Wilbur: Any further questions? Or have I persuaded you? 

[ Phil Laughs ]

A different TTS Donation: Now I know why Wilbur’s humor is so dry. It’s from all the sand he’s been eating.

Phil, losing his mind laughing: Ohhhh- *cackles* Nice Trixtin.  

TTS Wilbur: So we’re relying that sand isn’t contaminated with dog piss or something. Sand physically can not harm you if you eat it. It’s fun to chew like chewing blades of grass in fields. A simple pastime. No nutritional value like salt. 

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 3: Batman returns ]

Phil: A simp-

[ Notification that Niachu is raiding ]

Phil, laughing and losing his mind: I didn’t even get to finish my sentence I just said “A simp” and then Niachu shows up with a raid. Niachu get your man, he’s fucking being weird. Thank you so much for the raid. *Laughing*

A different TTS Donation: Chewing sand is basically inviting fiberglass into your system. 

Phil: Yes- uh Nikki, Wil is boasting about eating sand and saying that there is nothing wrong with it. 

TTS Wilbur: I invite fiberglass into my system. Formally. 

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 4: This time it’s personal ]

Phil: He’s lost dude. Oh nooo *chuckles*  

TTS Wilbur: My teeth grow perpetually like a hamster. Akin to a hamster I must chew sand so the teeth don’t puncture my skull and kill me. 

Phil, laughing: WHAT?! Bro you’re on some fucking shit what the fuck am I hearing? 

TTS Wilbur: It’s quite similar to the taste of pretzels. 

Phil, sighing but trying not to laugh: You need to stop- You need to stop conca- *wheezing* You need to stop comparing sand to food. He has infinite text to speech chat. I’m giving- I’m applying- I’m giving him a platform of 5.8 thousand. Dude, dangerous information he is spreading. This is the thing right chat? This is not- This is not Wil on any sort of drug at all- this is Wils natural state. Sometimes he just does this. 

TTS Wilbur: Chat. Say 1 if you’re gonna go and try some sand now. Say 2 if you aren’t and also hate anyone who looks different to you. 

Phil: Ohh my god you did not just- just rig the vote dude. You just fucking rigged the vote. *Laughing* Wil, do you just want to get on a call and discuss this? 

Phil, presumably after calling Wilbur on discord: Explain yourself. 

Phil, after a moment of silence: Guys he’s silent I’m scared. *laughing*

TTS Wilbur: Oh fuck wait. 

[ Phil, losing his mind ]

Wilbur, now on call and verbally talking: No I’d like to know- I’d like to- I’d like to genuinely know what’s wrong with what I’m saying. 

Phil: What is wrong with eating sand? 

Wilbur: Yeah. 

Phil: Bro it’s sand.

Wilbur: Well actually I’m not saying chewing- I’m not actually swallowing the sand I’m pretty sure. Might be a couple you know? Might be doin’ a couple of swallows… but. 

[ Phil laughs but in the disappointed dad kind of way ] 

Wilbur: Like you know you chew plastic pen caps. Probably something wrong about that but no one gets angry at you for doing that. As long as the sand is clean I don’t see anything wrong with chewing on some sand. Maybe you’ll swallow some as well you know it’s not- it’s not my business. 

Phil: It’s gonna ffffuck up your teeth what do you mean? 

Wilbur: What do you mean fuck up- so is chewing pen lids. 

Phil: That is nothing compared to sand!

Wilbur: Have you ever had a pretzel, Phil? 

Phil, laughing: Shut the fuck up. Yes. 

Wilbur: Nonono listen, yeah so you know- have you ever bitten the salt off of the pretzel? Have you ever done that?

Phil: Not really no. 

Wilbur: Oh. Well you can do that. Would that fuck up your teeth do you think? 

Phil, a little confused: No I don’t think it woullld. Unless… 

Wilbur: No it’s quite the same consistency as sand.

Phil: Is it thoughhhh…? Is it though? It’s sodium. 

Wilbur: As someone who- As someone who eats sand I’d say it is quite consistent- 

Phil, laughing: Shut up! Stop saying sand is okay to eat please. 

Wilbur: It’s fine to eat- literally I’ll google it. I’ve never had to google it because it’s just so intrinzic in my knowledge that is is okay to eat. 

[ Phil is silent in disappointed dad™ part 5: who raised this man? ]

Wilbur: Goodness! I didn’t realize this was an actual question. I’m obviously just so shocked that one would wonder because it’s so obviously is okay. “So I am curious, under what category does a sand cuisine fall under and why does the fascination-” This person is just being rude, I’m going to skip them. 

Phil, wheezing a little and lightly mocking Wilbur: “I’m going to skip people who don’t agree with me.” 

Wilbur: Uh this person- nonono I’m going to read out this person- This person says “At least not in a good way. It contains quartz which is harmful for your tooth enamel and over time it may harm your teeth although I know of many food recipes which consain- contain sand. There is not much problem for your gut unless you eat to much of it of course.” So basically it’s the quartz that is bad for your tooth enamel but the problem is I don’t have tooth enamel. I- I gave it up for Lentso I’m perfectly fine. 

Phil: What are you talking about? What are- *Laughing* What are you-? Wait hold up go back a sec. 

Wilbur: Yeah? I mean I don’t- I don’t know what recipes include sand but I’d love to try some. 

Phil: Go back to what you just said before. 

Wilbur: What, I gave it up for lent? Why are you laughing? 

Phil, mumbling a little: I don’t… 

Wilbur: Okay around the time of easter uhhh Christan people are supposed to give up something that means a lot to them that’s called lent.

Phil: And you gave up your enamel?  

Wilbur: Well it means a lot to me.

Phil: You can’t give up your enamel. 

Wilbur:  Wilbur: Wh- Well what have I been doing? 

Phil, laughing a little: I don’t know what you’ve been doing. That’s like saying “I gave up my bones for lent.” 

Wilbur: I think- I think we’re going off track here. The point is sand is perfectly fine to eat and that- that the quartz in it that damages your teeth I’m sure- I’m sure you guys can do fine without it. 

Phil: I think we’re going to have to agree to disagree here. I- 

Wilbur: That’s fine I’m not- I’m not saying you should enjoy eating it I’m just you should be happy with me eating it- I mean there is a lot of prejudice in this chat. 

Phil: O-ohh… I should respect your choices to eat sand and damage your teeth?  

Wilbur: Yeah. I know you’re saying that sarcastically but you really should. You should think about this one- you knowing chewing hay? Like- Like a blade of grass if you’re walking? You must have done it, hanging out the right hand side of your mouth. Maybe have a bajo with you as well. 

Phil, laughing: I think- I agree with Trixtion, “Being happy with- for you is a bit much. The most you can expect is tolerance.” 

Wilbur: That’s fine. Do you tolerate me eating sand Phil? 

Phil: Where are you getting sand from to begin with now that I think about it. You live- you live in Londen there’s just- fucking tems dude. 

Wilbur: Any convenient store, construction sites-

Phil: Ooooookay. 

Wilbur: Hour glasses-

Phil: OOOOhhh okay. 

Wilbur: Fish tanks- 

Phil, laughing: Nooooo- stop what you are doing right now. 

Wilbur: Crematoriums-

Phil: Bruhhhhhhh- *Cackling* This conversation is over. 

Wilbur: Okay, bye bye phil. 

Phil, wheezing: You know sometimes I don’t know what I expect from Wil when he’s in one of these moods- uhhh- I was not expecting that though. 

TTS Wilbur: Phil call me back. I have something important to tell you.

Phil, now on call again with Wilbur: Hey mate. 

Wilbur: So um, uh, on my minecraft did you know that concrete is made out of sand- and glass, a lot of glass is made out of sand. There is only certain kind of sand you can use for making concrete and glass right? And the thing is we’re actually uh, having a little bit of shortatage in the sand you can use to make concrete and glass so uh, due to that you can’t just use it just from like, like the desert you have to take it from like, the beach. Um, so what- there is a sand mafia that exists. 

Phil, losing his mind: Shuttt- I hung up on him- I fucking hung up on him. 

TTS Wilbur: Phil I wasn’t finished I think you hung up my accident. 

TTS Wilbur: Phil I’m going to need you to call me back. Phil, on call again with Wilbur: So there’s an actual sand mafia, you fucking-

Wilbur: Yeah yeah it’s apart of a resource depletion uh, sand is having an extreme amount of resource depletion compared to a lot of things in the world, there is a serious lack of sand- let me send you some sources of what I’m talking about here. This is national geographic and this is uh-

Phil, after a cut: I thought you were fucking with me. 

Wilbur: I am not fucking with you Phil. 

Phil, laughing: What the fuck is this? 

Wilbur: So basically the reason we need to mine so much sand is that we need to extract certain elements like titanium and zirconium. Their mineral, uh, is usually found in sand deposits due to pressure and, um, erosion. So it’s really important that you can uh- that that amount is kept under control and there is a lot of money in the sand business and where there is a lot of money there is- theres a short amount of supply, you know, you find organized crime and that’s why we have the sand mafia. I’m not going to say my eating of sand is contributing to the resource depletion because that would be uh- that would be- what’s the word… irresponsible of me but-

Phil: Mhm? 

Wilbur: I’m just saying if you wanna get into trying sand, it’s sooner rather than later. 

[ Phil cackles]

Wilbur: You think- I’m really not- I haven’t spoken a single lie this entire stream. I’ve just been talking the truth and everyone has been getting angry at me. I feel like- I feel like Jesus Christ right now Phil. 

Phil, laughing: Ohhhh-Kay alright. 

Wilbur, now sounding like he’s trying not to smile: I’ve been preaching nothing but the good word

Phil, still dying: Shut- 

Wilbur, very close to smiling: And you’re trying to crucify me. Phil: Shut- Shhhhhhhhhhhhshh. 

Wilbur, almost laughing: You’re tryna hang me on a cross, Phil. Just like the romans, dude. 

Phil: Was this the payoff? Was this the fucking- *Wheeze*

Wilbur, now back to a more calm tone: You’re tryna crucify me. You’re tryna kill Sand Jesus. 

Phil: Okay- 

Wilbur: It’s not a joke. 

Phil, laughing: I can literally hear the smile in your voice. 

Wilbur: I’m not smiling, I’ll turn on my webcam for you Phil. 

Phil, looking at Wilbur off screen: Jesus that’s horrifying. What is this- what is this angle? Oh I saw- *Laughing.*

[ Wilbur starts laughing as well ]

[ Both of them lose it ]

Phil: Oh my god I tipped over my water. I saw it- Okay okay- I’m gonna hang up. He cracked chat he cracked. Ohh fuck. *Wheezing*

#Wilbur Soot #Philza #i wish i could explain why i spent 2hrs on this but i can not

[anythingandeverything1d]

Friends

Present day

“(y/n)!” Harry’s voice echoed through your flat and you laughed quietly, covering your mouth with your hand so that your hiding space would not be revealed. It was the first time seeing Harry in almost 4 months, which was nearly a record for the two of you. Unfortunately due to Harry being in LA when the COVID-19 crisis began, your longtime streak of seeing each other at least twice a month had been broken and you had been separated, forced to only chat through text, calls, and FaceTime. It worked....but it wasn’t the same. You missed his arms around you, the way he laughed at your jokes, winked when he wanted to get his way, and of course his dad jokes. Harry had been your best friend for over 10 years now, which meant you had been with him through it all. From the auditions at the X-Factor to One Direction and then his solo career. You were the one thing that was always a constant in his life, just as he was a constant in yours. “(y/n)....” Harry’s voice was quieter but closer, he must've heard you laughing. You held your breath, preparing to jump from the corner of the kitchen as he walked around. His body past the nook you were hiding in, his hair held up with a clip, jogging shorts and jacket on. Harry stood in the living room with a frown looking around. “Where did yo-”

“Ahhhh!” you jumped out, grabbing his shoulders and jumping onto his back with a laugh. “Hey there.” you giggled into his ear.

Harry laughed and shook his head, “Jesus woman, why can’t you just greet me like a normal person?”

“Normal people aren’t fun and you know it.” you hoped off and he spun around arms open. You walked into them with a smile. “I missed you.”

“I missed you to love.” He pressed a lingering kiss onto the top of your head, your cheeks blushing pink and the butterflies slowly taking flight in your stomach. Even though you had been friends for 10 years, only recently in the last 2 years had you realized that Harry made you feel a certain way, almost as if you had just realized that he was no longer a 16 year old boy, but a grown man. Of course, you had never acted on these new feelings. You supported him through relationships and break ups, never crossing the friend lines that been drawn early on in the relationship. You pulled away from him reluctantly, looking into his emerald green eyes. “How have things been?”

“Well...I broke up with Max...” 

“Thank god, it’s about time. He was terrible.” Harry smiled while jumping onto the couch and you just shook your head at him, continuing on.

“Other than that, same old same old. Been waiting for you to come home. It’s been so long, I’ve resorted to drinking with Lou.” you shrugged and watched his facial expression change.

“Ah I did hear that. I’ve received some videos of you two laying around the pool absolutely wasted.” You bit your lip wondering what exactly Louis had sent him. Even though Harry was your best friend, you and Louis had really connected during the days of One Direction and you stayed in touch with him over the years. You could tell him anything, and in fact,  you did tell him everything, including your newly found feelings for Harry. Louis had endlessly teased you days after the confession, but if Harry knew anything, he didn’t let on.

“It’s a good time.” you laughed, letting out a breath of relief knowing your secret was still safe while crawling across the couch to his lap. You let out a gentle sigh as you fell into your favorite position. Your head on his shoulder, your legs tucked up and across his legs. “How are things with you?”

“Well I had to reschedule tour, I participated in some of the protests in LA and then also have been working on some writing and the One Direction reunion and anniversary stuff.”

“Ohh yeah. Louis won’t tell me shit about that. Wanna clue me in?”

“It’s a secret.” 

“A secret?”

“Yeah, can’t tell ya, I’d have to kill ya and why would I ever want to have to do that to my best friend.”

“Ugh...” you groaned. “No fair. I’ve been with you through it all. I feel like I should be the first to be clued in.”

“Well on July 22 at 11:59 pm, you will be the first to know.” Harry gave you a wink to which you just rolled your eyes and focused on the tv. 

“Can you at least tell me if I’m in any of it?” you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes. 

“I didn’t know you were part of the band” he teased.

“I mean, I basically am. I was there for like every major event wasn’t I? I’m the one who got you all through the drama....the interviews....shows....pretty much everything come to think of it.”

“Hmm is that so?” Harry shifted so that you were lounging in his arms, his eyes able to focus on you. 

“Mhm...”

He pressed a kiss to your nose and grinned. “I think you may be right there... but that doesn’t mean you’re involved in whatever it is we are doing.” You wanted to think of a comeback but your brain was a little fuzzy after watching his lips move to your nose. You sat up and moved off of his body, trying to ease your body’s tension.

“Can you believe it’s been almost 10 years since you auditioned...” 

Harry shook his head with a smile. “No I really can’t....it’s been a decade since my life has changed....”

“Look at everything you’ve done in 10 years....it’s pretty crazy.” You closed your eyes, allowing your brain to think back to that day. The day you knew it would all change for him. 

July 23, 2010

“(y/n)?” his voice squeaked through the phone. You could hear the tears and the slight shake of his breath. Oh, no.....he didn’t make it.... You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, waiting to console him.

“Yeah?” you managed to squeak out, your heart aching for the curly haired boy who’s dream was about to be shattered. You had been sure they would say yes. He was an amazing singer and a down to earth person. He was destined to be a star.

“They put me into a group. Simon...he placed me with four other boys. I get to move on with my new band.”

You could almost hear the smile in his voice. He must’ve been crying from happiness, or maybe stress....either way he had done it. You were crying along with him now as well, immensely proud of the boy who worked in a bakery, the boy with the heart of gold, and most importantly, your best friend. “Harry I’m so happy for you! Tell me all about it! How was it meeting Simon Cowell? Did he like your song? Who are your new bandmates? Are they nice? Do the sing well? Are they better dancers than you?” you teased him.

You heard him laugh lightly, making you smile even bigger. “Simon seems cool, it was his idea to place us together. I don’t know about the other boys...I think one of their names is Louis...and maybe there’s a Neil...or Niall...something like that. We all thought we were going to be kicked off. We made it with some yes’ but then weren't chosen and now we are in a band and I guess we will have to see what happens. But they did like my song, Simon was asking me about what pies were popular before I sang.”

“You told them you worked in a bakery?”

“Of course, they asked about what I did.” You laughed, shaking your head and smiling at the goof on the phone. Only Harry would bring up the fact that he worked in a bakery. “I have to go, they are calling all of our names. I think I’m going to invite them to my dad’s house, that way we can get started. Maybe you could stop by?”

“Maybe..just let me know when you’re there.”

“Alright...I will.”

“Oh and Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really happy for you. I knew you could do it.”

“Thanks (y/n). I’ll talk to you soon yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay...bye.”

“Bye Harry.” You hung up the phone and screamed, startling everyone in the park you were walking through. “MY BEST FRIEND IS GOING TO BE FAMOUS!” 

Present day:

“It really is. I’m glad I’ve had you with me for the ride too.” Harry nudged your side before standing up and walking to the kitchen. “So what are we having for dinner?”

“Tacos?” you laughed. Harry would always come over for Taco Tuesday, and it was always a go to dinner for the two of you.

“You’re speaking my language now.” Harry smiled. 

The two of you got to work, pulling out all the stops for taco night. “So...are you seeing anyone?” you asked while cutting the tomatoes for salsa. You didn’t look up, you really didn’t want to know if he was seeing anyone, you wanted to know if he was single.

“Not right now...I’ve just been focusing on me.” Harry answered. You met his eyes and smiled. “There is someone though.”

There it is. The gut wrenching, stomach flipping answer you always received. There was always someone with Harry, and the fact it wasn’t you, just didn’t sit well. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I just don’t know where it’s going yet.” 

You sighed and looked at him again. You always did this, always gave him advice on what to do.”Well, you should go for it. If you like her then maybe...maybe she’s the one.”

“Maybe.” He said thoughtfully. “I don’t know. I don’t want to risk anything.”

“How will you know until you try though?”

“That’s true... maybe I’ll plan my move.”

“Good idea.” you tossed everything into a bowl and stirred, not saying anything. You knew you couldn’t be upset when you hadn’t actually talked to Harry about your feelings, but at the same time you were upset he never even considered you in that type of way. 

You didn’t say much at dinner despite the hundreds of questions Harry was asking you. You just weren't in the mood anymore. You were cleaning up the dishes lost in your thoughts when Harry’s arms went around your waist. You looked up and he smiled. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“(y/n) come on, I’ve been your best friend for 10 years I know when you’re lying.”

“It’s fine..it’s nothing.” Harry rested his chin on your shoulder and waited. “Really. It’s all good.”

“Okay.” He stood up letting go and moving to help finish up.  “So, what about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“What’s it to you?” you laughed. “You never like the guys I date anyways.”

“That’s because they don’t deserve a girl like you.”

“And who does?” you turned and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Harry debated on answering. He was working through the process in his head. 

Instead of answering he tugged you closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Someone. Just none of the guys you have dated.”

You were used to Harry being affectionate. You and him had always been touchy, which is why everyone used to think you were dating. Harry would kiss you nose, forehead, cheeks, head, hands. You would lay on his lap, play with his hair, and even snuggle in bed. It’s how your friendship was and how you hoped it would always be. “Someone? That’s the answer I get.”

“Yeah. Someone.” He laughed and gripped your hand in his. “Now come on, I believe we have a movie night planned.”

“Lead the way.” 

Harry tugged you to the couch, tossing your favorite blanket to you while grabbing the remote. He took his seat and you took yours, snuggling up together while the movie played. You were exhausted, tired out from the emotions and your work day. You kept yawning, trying to stay awake but eventually you ended up tangled in Harry’s body, out cold. 

You were flat on his chest, your legs tangled in his when you woke up. Light was streaming through the blinds and you knew it was the next morning. Harry’s arms were tightly wrapped around your back, ensuring you wouldn’t roll off his body. You tried climbing off him, but his response was a grunt and an even tighter grip. 

“Well isn’t this just adorable.” You jumped up, turning around and finding Louis in the kitchen, making himself a cup of tea. Harry also sat up, confused. You felt your cheeks get hot at the look Louis was giving you. You climbed off Harry and brushed your hair back, suddenly realizing you weren't wearing pants. You tugged the shirt down farther, earning a laugh from Louis. Harry frowned at Louis and tossed you the blanket, allowing you to cover up and run to the bedroom to change.

You got dressed and headed to the kitchen where the guys were talking. “She’s just a friend.” you heard Harry say. You froze, leaning against the wall.

“Well does she know that? You two seem pretty close.” Louis commented. 

“Yeah, of course. I’m into someone else anyway.”

“Whatever you say Harry, just don’t be surprised when she ends up heartbroken because of you.”

“She won’t. I won’t let it get that far.” Your heart fell. He only thought of you as a friend and was interested in someone else. He had basically told you that last night but hearing him confirm it with Louis hurt more. Why couldn’t he just give you a chance. Your phone buzzed and your ex Max’s number popped up. *Can we talk. Please.* You wanted to say no. You had used Max in the beginning and then realized what a dick he was. At the same time, Harry hated Max. If you dated him, maybe Harry dating this other girl wouldn’t hurt as much. 

*Yeah. Come pick me up.* You hit send and walked into the kitchen with a frown.

“Well there’s the princess.” Louis laughed. “Looking awfully unhappy this morning aren’t we.”

You ignored him, brushing past the boys and to the fridge for some orange juice. “What’s wrong?” Harry asked, confused what had happened since last night.

“Nothing.” you didn’t make eye contact with him. 

“Okay, well what are your plans today...I was thinking we could hangout.”

“Actually Max is picking me up soon.”

“What?” Harry and Louis turned to you with surprised looks. 

“You said you broke up with him.” Harry grumbled.

“You said he was a dick.” Louis added.

“Well he asked to talk to me and I figured why not.” you answered pouring a cup.

“That’s a terrible idea.” Louis crossed his arms and shook his head. “Where would you ever get the idea that was good.”

“Well after talking to Harry about him making his move, I figured why not try mine. Maybe Max isn’t that bad.”

“Or maybe he is.” Harry crossed his arms and frowned. “You’re best friend is finally here and you’re not going to hang out with him?” “Maybe you can make your move with the other girl while I’m making mine.” you stated, taking a sip.

Louis nodded, suddenly understanding where this was all coming from. He was aware you had heard the conversation. “Interesting plan. Well I better be going. We are all going out tonight yeah? (y/n) bring Max. Harry bring your girl and I’ll bring El. It’ll be fun.”

You nodded agreeing and Harry nodded as well, glaring at you as he walked out the door. “You’re not really going to trust Max again are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“(y/n).”

“Harry.”

“You can’t-” Harry was cut off by the doorbell.

“Max is here. Can you lock up when you leave?” you weren't in the mood for a lecture from Harry. You knew it wasn't fair to be mad at him but you really were frustrated with the whole thing. 

Harry nodded, grabbing your arm as you walked out the door. “Just remember...you’re worth more than that asshole standing on the porch. You may not realize it, but you’re beautiful inside and out. You deserve better.” Harry let you go, his eyes burning into your back as you walked out to the porch where Max was standing.

“Hey-”  Your mind wasn’t listening to him. It was thinking back to the first time Harry had said that to you.

September 11, 2011:

You were sitting on Harry’s couch. It was a big day for the band. They were releasing their first single today. You wanted to be happy for Harry and the other guys, but instead you were focused on James, your now ex boyfriend. “Penny for your thoughts?” Harry asked, jumping next to you with a grin. You shook your head and wiped the tear that was falling. “Come on (y/n)...something’s wrong...let me help.”

“James broke up with me. He said I wasn’t pretty enough...that I wasn’t skinny enough....” You looked into Harry’s eyes with tears falling down your cheeks. “Why aren’t I good enough H?”

“Stop. That’s ridiculous. You are more than enough. You are beautiful, and you are you. All of those things, the things he said weren’t good enough...they make you YOU. And you, my love, are the most beautiful girl I know.”

You smiled and wiped your tears with your sleeve. “You’re just saying that because you’re my friend.”

“No I’m not. I swear.” He grinned. “You turn heads when you walk through doors. He’s an idiot if he doesn’t see that.” Harry pulled you into his arms and rubbed your back. “In fact, our new single is actually perfect for you right now.”

“It is”

“Yeah, and I’m going to sing it for you.” Harry pushed your butt to the couch and grinned. “You’re insecure, don’t know what for, you’re turning heads when you walk through the door, don’t need make up, to cover up, being the way that you are is enough, everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you, baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair is enough, and when you smile at the ground it aint hard to tell, you don’t know oh oh, you don’t know you’re beautiful, oh oh, that’s what makes you beautiful.” Harry placed a kiss on your nose and smiled. “You’re beautiful (y/n). Don’t let others tell you differently.”

“You’re single is beautiful Harry.” You hugged him tightly and laughed for the first time all day. “I’m so proud of you. Like really, you’re going to go places, and this song, this song will get you there.”

“I’m excited, but promise me you’ll always stay and be part of the journey with me?”

“I promise.”

You and Harry had spent the day watching the song climb in charts, all over the world. The response was overwhelming and again, you were more than excited that Harry was able to live out his dream.

Present day:

“Uh, (y/n)....are we good to go?” Max repeated himself, pointing at the car. You nodded, shaking the images from your head. Harry needed to be put in the past. He didn’t love you that way, not the way that Max did.

“Yeah, sorry. Let’s go.” You climbed in the car, watching Harry stand on the porch and let you leave. If he really wanted me, he would’ve stopped me. He would’ve made an effort to actually let you know he felt more. Max drove off and you sat there awkwardly, Harry still stuck in your mind. “So how have things been?” you finally turned to him and forced a smile.

“Fine.” Max kept his eyes on the road, his voice harsh and cold.

“Uh...later tonight, Eleanor, Louis, and Harry are going out, do you want to come with?”

“Sure.” 

“Okay...” You looked out the window, regretting this decision. Maybe being single was better than this. Max pulled off at a park and got out. You followed his lead, still uncertain that this was a good idea. “So you wanted to talk?” You sat on the bench next to him.

“Yeah.” You looked over at him, he was focused on the tree in the distance.

“What about?”

“I think we should get back together.” He looked over at you and you froze. You knew this was coming and yet, you weren’t ready to give an answer.

“Why’s that?” Now you were the one focused on the tree.

“I miss you. I miss us.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean we had some fun right?”

“I guess...” you bit your lip. You and Max had started as a fwb type of thing and then you had pushed him to being in a relationship after saying you no longer wanted that. Now he was coming back saying he missed you? “Do you just miss the sex or do you miss me.”

“The se- well both I mean.” Max gripped your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him and then he shoved his lips to your mouth. It was in no way the gentle kiss that you know Harry would give. This was a kiss that was trying to take control. “God I missed you.” he mumbled against your lips. His hands were already trying to slip into your shirt, his length pushing against you as he tugged you to his lap harshly. You tried getting up, breaking the kiss, but his hands held you tightly, a little too tightly actually. 

“Max.” you pushed back on his chest, breaking the kiss. “Max stop.”

“What? What the hell?” He grabbed your wrist and prevented you from moving, causing you to wince in pain. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“I-”

“No shut the fuck up.” You watched him raise his hand, and closed your eyes. Max had hit you a few times in the past, but usually after getting blackout drunk and aggressive. His hand didn’t hit you, and when you opened your eyes he had lowered it back to your wrist. “Let’s just get in the car.” Max was pissed and you were slightly afraid to get back in his car.

“I-I’m just going to stay here.” you mumbled.

“What?”

“I’m going to stay here.” you said louder and more confidently.

“Like hell you are.” he mumbled, dragging you towards the car. He opened the door and yelled, “GET IN THE CAR (y/n).”

“No.” you tried pulling loose of his grip. “Let me go.” You were pushing against him trying to free your hand. He laughed madly before throwing you to the ground and laying a foot into your side. You cried out, curling into a ball away from him. 

“You’re a fucking whore. You pathetic little bitch.” He spit on you and then laughed. “Don’t ever call me again.”

You laid on the ground as he drove away, tears streaming down your face. You didn’t know what to do, you were now stuck at some random park alone, and in pain. You grabbed your phone, debating on who to call for help. Harry would come and give you the supporting words you knew you needed, but he would be upset at the state you were in, and he would be mad that Max left you alone. In fact, he would be pissed. Louis was your other option. He wouldn’t press but would be disappointed knowing everything that had happened in the past. “Louis.” you cried into the phone. “Can you come get me.” 

You were sitting in the parking lot when he pulled up. You luckily weren’t injured. You’re side hurt from where he had kicked you, but other than a bruise that would form, you knew you would be okay. You had wiped the tears, and tried to look presentable, but the minute Louis walked out of the car, you broke down. He held you in his arms, rubbing your back as you told him everything. Everything that you had heard about Harry, everything Max had just done, and how you were afraid of what else would happen. “Shh, come on love, let’s get you home.” Louis didn’t say anything, he just drove you home and sat with you as you calmed down. 

“Don’t tell Harry.” you looked over at him after an hour of sitting on the couch in his arms. “Please. He will just be upset. Don’t tell Harry.”

“Don’t tell Harry what?” Harry walked into the kitchen with a smile but frowned when he saw you in Louis’ arms.

You looked at Louis and he slightly shook his head. You sat up and sighed, looking at Harry. “That...”

“Go on.” Harry had crossed his arms and was staring the two of you down.

“That she’s not going clubbing.” Louis sat up with a sigh and you looked at him grateful for the excuse. 

Harry’s mouth dropped. “What? Why not? We are supposed to leave in an hour or so.” 

“I’m not feeling well.” “She doesn’t want to go alone.” You and Louis looked at each other after giving opposite answers. 

“I don’t want to go alone.” you stuttered.

“Why would you go alone. Max is in the driveway waiting.”

“What?” you and Louis nearly yelled.

“Yeah...is he not supposed to be?”

“No...I mean...Yes he is. I should go get ready so we can leave.” You stood up, running upstairs and Louis followed.’

“I should help you pick an outfit out yeah?”

You nodded, walking past Harry with your head down. Louis gave him an apologetic smile but saying nothing. You were tearing through your closet for an outfit. You had originally planned on wearing a crop top with jeans, but that wouldn’t cover the giant bruise from Max’s foot. “What can I wear Lou, I mean I can’t just cover a bruise this size.”

“(y/n) you need to not go. You can’t go with Max. You need to fess up and tell Harry what happened.”

“What? No!”

“So you’re just going to go with the guy who just abused you?”

“Yeah.” you tugged on a shirt and looked in the mirror before taking it off and throwing it to the floor. 

“(y/n).”

You turned and looked at Louis with tears in your eyes. “Do you know how hard it is? How hard it is to see Harry with other people and know that you are still in love with him and he’s not in love with you?”

“I don’t think-”

“I’m going. And I’m going with Max.” You stared at Louis, not about to give into that idea.

“Fine. Then wear the longer crop top with high waisted jeans. As long as you keep your arms up, you’ll be able to cover it. You smiled, hugging him tightly and throwing on the outfit earning an approving look from Louis. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks Lou.” You hugged him one last time before meeting Harry back downstairs. He was in a t-shirt with his black jeans, the classic look you had grown to love. 

“You look- wow.” He smiled at your appearance but frowned when Max walked in.

“You look okay, better than earlier. Let’s go.” Harry looked at Max like he was crazy and you sighed, following him out to the car. Neither of you said anything in the car but when you pulled up to the club, Max locked the doors as you were trying to get out. “Don’t try to pull any shit tonight. Nothing like earlier. Got it?” You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, jumping out of the car and hurrying to where Louis and Harry were waiting.

The night was going fine, Max wouldn’t try anything as long as you were around Harry and Louis, which you had made a point of priority. You watched Max order two drinks, of course one wasn’t for you, they were both for him. He tilted his head back and downed the quickly before ordering another. Harry watched him with a frown, but pulled you aside while he was busy with the other. “Want to dance?”

“What happened to your date?”

“I decided solo was going to be more fun. Plus we haven’t gone out together in forever, I wanted to spend time with you.”

You smiled letting the butterflies move throughout your stomach while taking his hand and allowing him to pull you out onto the dance floor. He spun you around, his hand landing on your side and causing you to wince in pain. He froze, slightly confused as his hand had barely grazed you. “Sorry I just-”

He tugged your shirt up and his mouth fell open looking at the dark bruise. “What the hell happened (y/n)?”

“Nothing I-I”

Harry shook his head. “He did this didn’t he?” Harry’s eyes darkened and his voice was in a low growl.

“Harry, no stop. Okay? It’s fine.”

“That is not fine (y/n). There is NOTHING about this that is even near fine.”

“Hey man what the hell, she’s my date.” Max stumbled over, slurring his words and grabbing your hand roughly. “Get your dirty hands off my girl.”

“Your GIRL?” Harry laughed and shoved Max backward. “She’s not your girl.”

Max was pissed he ran at Harry, but since Harry was nowhere near drunk, he easily dodged. Louis and Eleanor ran over, trying to step in between the two guys. “What happened?” Louis asked.

“Harry found out what Max did.” you cried. “Harry! Harry please stop.”

Harry looked at you, noticing your fear and froze. A bouncer had rushed in, grabbing Max and halting the fight. “You fucking little whore. You better get your ass in the car. You better give me what I want or your ass will be sorry.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you. Now or ever.” Harry snarled, nodding to the bouncer to carry him away. Harry turned to you, wiping the dirt from his shirt. “(y/n)...” you didn’t even hesitate. You ran into his arms crying, his hands tugging through your hair and rubbing circles into your back until you calmed down. “Shh...come on love, lets go home.” Harry helped you to his car, his hand never leaving yours. He helped you inside and tugged you to his lap where you were finally able to settle down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Oh (y/n)....my sweet sweet (y/n)...why would you ever let a man treat you that way and still go back to him.” 

You weren’t drunk, but you had alcohol in your system and you were also exhausted. You yawned, turning into his chest so that he was holding you close. “Because I can’t have the guy I really love” you mumbled sleepily.

“What?” Harry’s hands in your hair froze. His eyes staring down at you.

You closed your eyes, listening to the sound of his heart beat. You were drifting off to sleep but managed to get out one more sentence beforehand, “because I can’t have you.” 

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Possibly a new series? What do you think?

xoxo

#directioners #one direction #one direction imagines #one direction fanfiction #Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harrystyles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines

[bnha-and-more-imagines]

can you do a mina x fem reader about the reader having a crush on mina but mina doesn’t know that the reader has a crush on her. also can you add the bakusquad just like a lot lol.

Gals Being Pals [Mina Ashido x Fem!Reader]

A/N: Here you go anon! I had a lot of fun writing this. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,532

Request: Yes

Warnings: Swearing

“Hi, Mina-chan! I bought this charm for you. I saw it yesterday and it reminded me of you.”

“God, that’s just pitiful,” Bakugou muttered, watching the interaction between the two girls from his seat.

“I get what you mean, she’s too obvious.” Kirishima chimed in.

“It’s a shame Mina-chan is so oblivious,” Sero said.

Just then, Kaminari walked up to them.”What’re you guys talking about?”

“Just (L/N)-chan’s poor attempt at flirting,” Sero replied.

“(L/N)-chan? With who?” 

“Are you that fucking dense? With Pinky over there, duh.” Bakugou said.

There was a moment where Kaminari looked blankly at them, as he processed the information.

“Wait, what?!” He exclaimed, drawing the looks of his classmates. Sheepishly, he closed his mouth and leaned in closer to talk more quietly. “(L/N)-chan likes Mina-chan? No wonder she blew me off.”

“That’s every girl, Kaminari-kun.” Sero snickered as Kaminari glared at him.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea!” Kirishima suddenly said, “We should help (L/N)-chan confess to Mina.”

Bakugou groaned, “No fucking thanks. I’ll pass.”

“C’mon, we can’t call ourselves men if we don’t help out a friend.” He insisted.

“Eh, I’m in.” Sero shrugged.

“Me too. After all, I’m a hit with the girls.” Kaminari said smugly with a smirk.

Kirishima grinned, “Great! So that’s all of us!”

“Oi, when did I agree-” Bakugou was cut off by Kirishima.

“We should talk to her after class.”

“Hey! When the hell-” Bakugou was cut off, again, as the bell rang, signalling that their break was over. The rest of the boys went back to their seats, ready to help (Y/N).

As (Y/N) was walking down the hallway to the dorms, she felt a hand grab her by the arm and pull her aside. She turned and saw Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero there.

“Uhh, hi?” She said, not knowing why they needed her.

Kirishima spoke first, “(L/N)-chan, we decided to help you with your problem.”

“My problem?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“You know, your Mina-chan problem.” Sero elaborated.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened as she understood what they meant. A blush spread across her face. She groaned, “Is it that obvious?’

The boys made sounds of confirmation.

“Luckily for you, with our help, you’ll have Mina-chan’s heart in no time,” Kaminari said.

She raised an eyebrow, “No offence, but I think that’d slim down my chances with her.”

“Aw come on, don’t say that! I’ve known Mina for a long time, we can definitely help! At least try our way, you’ve already tried yours.” Kirishima insisted.

(Y/N) thought about it for a moment. He did have a point. She’s been trying to drop hints to Mina for a while, but they didn’t seem to be working. She would have confessed if Mina had at least given her some sign that she liked her back as more than a friend.

She sighed, “Well, what the hell? Let’s do it.” 

The boys grinned amongst themselves.

“So what’s the plan?” (Y/N) asked.

“And you’re sure Mina-chan will like this?” (Y/N) asked for the tenth time that day. Today, Kaminari had given her two tickets for a movie that came out. His plan was for (Y/N) to take Mina to see the newest romance movie.

“Positive! No girl can resist a good romance. And it’ll be great for setting the mood between the two of you.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“...Alright.” She said, skeptically. “I’ll go ask her.”

“Good luck!” He called after her.

(Y/N) knocked on Mina’s dorm room. After a moment, Mina opened her door.

“Oh, hey (Y/N)-chan! Did you need something?”  

“Hi Mina-chan, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the movies with me.”

Mina’s eyes sparkled, “Oh my gosh, yes! What should we see? As long as it’s not romance.” She made a disgusted face. “Blegh! I’ve actually wanted to see that new alien horror movie.”

(Y/N) started sweating, “O-oh well you’re in luck! I got tickets for that one!” She lied.

“Really?! When? Oh, I can’t wait!”

“Me neither.” (Y/N) laughed nervously.

“Well?” Kaminari asked as she came in. Sero and Kirishima looked at her expectantly. 

“She hates romance movies! I panicked and told her I’ve got tickets for that alien horror movie.” She groaned.

“That’s still good, though! You’re going to the movies with her.” Sero said.

“Yeah! That’s even better. She’ll get so scared she’ll come to you for comfort.” Kaminari grinned.

“And don’t worry about the tickets, we’ll cover them for you!” Kirishima said.

The night of the movie had arrived. (Y/N) and Mina had left together. The entire way there, Mina wouldn’t stop talking about how excited she was for this movie. It made (Y/N) smile, as she watched Mina go on and on about it. A soft blush on her face.

Once they were inside, Mina turned to her.

“(Y/N)-chan, do you want to get seats while I get snacks?” Mina asked.

“Sure!” As (Y/N) made her way to the theatre room, she heard her name being called.

“Pssst, (L/N)-chan. Over here!” 

Looking around, she saw someone waving at her. Rather, three someones. The boys were there, dressed in the worst disguises she’d ever seen. All three of them were wearing trenchcoats and hats. They could not have looked more out of place.

“What the hell are you guys doing here? And why are you all dressed like that?” She asked.

“We just wanted to see how things would go,” Kirishima said.

“Don’t worry (L/N)-chan, we’ll be seated way behind you,” Sero added.

“That actually makes me worry even more,” She glanced at where Mina was. Seeing her already ordering snacks, she turned to the guys. “I have to get going. Please don’t be any more obvious than you already are.”

She went inside the theatre.

“We should follow in after Mina-chan joins (L/N)-chan, then we-” Kirishima was interrupted by a familiar voice.

“What the fuck?” They turned around to see Bakugou there, staring at them in confusion.

“Oh! Bakugou-kun! Are you here to spy on Mina-chan and (L/N)-chan too?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugou gave them a look, “Like hell I am, I’m just here to see a movie.”

“That’s perfect, we can all go in!” Kirishima said

“Fuck no, I’m not gonna-”

“Come on, the movie will start soon!” Kirishima dragged Bakugou, who was protesting, and the rest into the theatre.

The boys sat a few seats behind (Y/N) and Mina, and quieted down as the movie began.

(Y/N)’s heart was pounding in her ears. Her legs felt weak. The movie had ended, and it was the most terrifying, disturbing, gruesome movie she had ever seen in her life. She was petrified of going to sleep tonight, knowing she’d have nightmares.

“Wow! Wasn’t that movie great, (Y/N)-chan?” 

All (Y/N) could do was nod as she couldn’t bring herself to speak. Mina got up while talking about the movie, and (Y/N) shakily followed.

She didn’t even acknowledge the boys as she passed them.

Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero all sat stunned. The color drained completely from their faces. 

“What a boring movie.” Bakugou said.

The three of them looked at him incredulously.

“Maybe we should try something simpler. Why don’t you try these?” Sero said the next day. In his hand, he had a beautiful bouquet of flowers. All of them were pink. An intricate bow that Sero had made held them together.

“Ohh, good idea, Sero-kun!” Kaminari said, “Simple, but effective. Once you hand them to her, it’ll be a good time to confess.”

(Y/N) took the bouquet from Sero and smiled, “That’s actually a pretty good idea! These flowers are beautiful, I’m sure she’ll love them. I’ll go find her.”

(Y/N) found Mina in the living room watching TV. Thankfully, she was alone as it was the weekend and everyone wanted to go out and do their own things. It was the perfect opportunity for (Y/N). She took a deep breath and made her way towards Mina.

“Hey, Mina-chan!” She greeted her with a smile.

Mina looked back at her and returned the smile, “Hey (Y/N)-chan! What’s up?”

(Y/N) held out the bouquet for Mina, “I actually brought these for you.”

Mina blinked in surprise before a smile spread on her face, “Wow, these are so pretty! Thank you!” She brought the bouquet to her face and took a big sniff out of it.

(Y/N) smiled. Things were going smoothly.

“Mina-chan, there’s something I want to tell y-”

“(Y/N)-chan, sorry to interrupt but-” Mina sneezed, “Do you know if there are chrysanthemums in this?” 

(Y/N) frowned in concern, “I’m not sure, why?”

Mina sneezed again, and (Y/N) saw that her skin had red blotches and that her eyes started swelling.

“I’m just really, really allergic to chrysanthemums.”

“What?!” In a frenzy, (Y/N) took the bouquet from Mina, opened the door that led to the outside and threw it as far away as she could. 

She ran back to Mina’s side and gasped. “Oh no! Mina-chan!”

Mina’s eyes were completely swollen shut and watery. Her nose was runny and she kept sneezing uncontrollably. 

“Come on, I’ll take you to the nurse’s!” (Y/N) said and took Mina’s hand, leading the way.

(Y/N) sat in her room. The boys were there, too. Mina had been given allergy medication which had made her sleepy, she was currently resting in her room.

“Well, that was a major disaster,” She sighed.

“Yeah, sorry about that, (Y/N)-chan. I had no idea.” Sero apologized.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t your fault.”

“So, what should we do now,” Kaminari asked.

Everyone stayed quiet. Nothing seemed to come to them. (Y/N) was about to tell them that maybe they should call it quits when Kirishima suddenly clapped his hands.

“That’s it!” He said.

They all looked at him in confusion.

“What’s it?” (Y/N) asked.

“Natto! Mina-chan’s favorite food!” He grinned. “We can make some for her! She mentioned she hasn’t had homemade natto in a while. It’s perfect!”

(Y/N) frowned. “Are you sure about that?”

Kirishima nodded, “I’m sure! Nothing can go wrong with this one.”

“Kirishima-kun is right. That’ll show that you care and have been paying attention to her.” Kaminari said.

(Y/N) thought for a moment, “Well… I suppose we can try it. But if that doesn’t work, then we stop.”

“No problem!” Kirishima told her.

“So… who knows how to make natto,” Sero asked.

This question brought on another wave of silence.

“Wait, I think I know who does.” Kirishima grinned.

“How many times do I have to tell you?! Fuck no!” Bakugou said as he stared at the three guys in front of his bedroom door.

“Aww c’mon Bakugou-kun,” Kirishima begged. They had been at this for a while now.

“Why the hell should I?” He said, “I never agreed to this.”

“Because you care about your friends and want to see them happy together?” Kaminari suggested, hopefully.

“Hah! I couldn’t care less about that,” Bakugou slammed his bedroom door in their faces.

“Ugh, now what?” Kaminari asked.

“Hang on, I have an idea.” Sero suddenly said. Then, in a loud voice, he said, “Oh well! Let’s go, guys. I knew Bakugou-kun couldn’t handle the task.”

Kirishima and Kaminari quickly caught on.

“Yeah, should’ve known Bakugou-kun would be too scared to cook,” Kaminari smirked.

“I bet he doesn’t even know how to make natto,” Kirishima joined in.

Right on cue, Bakugou’s door slammed open.

“What the hell did you just say?!” He seethed, “I can make the best goddamn natto you’d ever have!”

“Prove it, then,” Sero said.

“I fucking will!” He pushed his way past them, heading towards the kitchen.

“Here are all the ingredients, Bakugou-kun,” (Y/N) said as she laid down the bag of groceries. She’d been surprised when the guys had told her that Bakugou agreed to help. They’d told her that they’d watch out for Mina while the two of them were in the kitchen. Bakugou had asked (demanded) her to get some ingredients they’d need for the recipe. They were ready to start now.

“Good. Now pay close attention, cause I’m not repeating myself,” He said.

(Y/N) nodded.

For the most part, all they did was wait while the beans boiled for hours. Once they were done boiling, however, was when things got more complicated. (Y/N) had no idea how specific you had to be when making natto. They set the natto in the oven. All they had to do was wait now.

(Y/N) made her way to Mina’s room. The natto had come out perfectly (at least, that’s what Bakugou said) and the boys had made sure that Mina was in her room before giving (Y/N) the ‘ok’. 

She took a deep breath and knocked on Mina’s door. She prayed that there wouldn’t be another mishap. 

Mina opened the door.

“Mina-chan, hey. I have something for you. It’s more or less an apology for the flowers.” She said sheepishly and held out the container, “It’s natto. Um, you do like it, right?”

Mina smiled widely, “(Y/N)-chan, I LOVE natto! It must’ve taken you forever to make it, you really didn’t have to go through all that. But thank you, you’re a really good friend!”

(Y/N)’s smile dropped. Seriously? Friend? Was that all Mina would ever think of her? (Y/N) was waiting for a sign that Mina liked her, at least somewhat. But it seems like Mina was really dense.

“Actually, Mina-chan, there’s something I want to tell you,” Mina looked at her, waiting for her to continue. 

“I really like you, as more than a friend.” She finally, finally got it out. Her heart was pounding as she waited for Mina’s reaction.

“Oh, I knew that,” Mina said nonchalantly

(Y/N) blinked.

“What?!” She exclaimed.

“WHAT?!” They turned to see the boys in Kirishima’s room across the hall. They seemed to have been spying on them.

Mina laughed, “Yeah, I knew the whole time. I mean, it was pretty obvious.”

(Y/N) stuttered, “But-but, then why?!”

“Hmm, it’s gonna sound a little mean, but I just really wanted to hear you confess.” She grinned. “Plus it was pretty funny seeing the guys trying to help you.”

(Y/N) was stunned as she processed all of this. 

She groaned, “Mina-chaaaan!”

“Sorry, sorry! I know it was a bit mean! But I like you, too. And thanks again for the natto.”

Mina laughed at (Y/N)’s pouting face.

“Come on, don’t be like that! How about this?” She leaned in and gave (Y/N) a quick peck on the lips. 

(Y/N) blushed, a smile forming on her face. “Fine, I forgive you.” (Y/N) turned to the guys again, “Hey, thanks for helping me out guys!”

All they could manage to do was stare before they all smiled at the two girls.

Could’ve been worse, they thought.

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mina ashido #mina ashido x reader #mina x reader #mina ashido imagine #mina ashido scenario #bakusqaud #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #sero hanta #hanta sero #eijirou kirishima #kaminari denki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bnha

[a19yearoldtryinherbest]

McLovin. Pt1 [Officer Slater]

Masterlist

Part 2 - Part 3

Prompt: Fogell comes home wasted with two cops, and her sister doesn’t know what the hell is going on. 

Warning: Swearing, use of drugs and alcohol, mild sexual content.

A/N: Apparently I’m thirsting over every character Bill Hader has ever played, but i’m not complaining. So there is one or two Officer Slater fic/headcanon/imagines around (gee, I wonder why) so I thought to fill in the void. This probably won’t get many notes but I had to, also there might be a second part after this one, not sure yet.

Word count: 1754

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Fogell was a loser but every Friday night he would hang out with his idiotic friend Seth and the dorky Evan so Amy wasn’t worried when she didn’t found him around for her monthly visit from college. She was scared, however, when she saw him walk towards the hose, completely shitfaced, accompanied by two officers at seven in the morning. She put her shirt back on and ran outside, hoping her mother wouldn’t wake up from the noise and saw his brother completely wasted. 

She was still a little drunk and a little high, she had just came from a night at the bar with some old high school friends that were in town and she hadn’t had time to sober up, so she didn���t really thought of anything else but to go downstairs open the front door and go to her brother.

— You little shit, what the fuck happened to you? — she said, almost forgetting about the cops.

— Nothing much, sista’.

— Fuck, McLovin, is she gonna rat us out? — the redheaded oficer said, standing still with his hands on his hips.

— Who the fuck is McLovin? — she asked, completely confused.

— I am. — her brother said and then turned to officer — She’s cool, Michaels.

Both officers mumbled an alright under their breaths as Amy kept looking for someone to explain what was happening, why were these two drunk cops with his drunk, underage brother at her parent’s house at seven in the morning. She knew it wasn’t the drugs or the alcohol but nobody explained anything to her as they just walked into the house bags on their arms clicking to one another as their went down to the basement, of course she came with.

— Slater, don’t you have to go to your wife? — her brother said as they laid into the futons, grabbing a few hard drinks from the bag.

— What, no, kid. That was to mess with you. — Slater said, opening up the tequila and taking a swing at it.

Forgell chuckled as he put a movie in the DVD player — I knew your ex wasn’t a hooker.

— No, that part was true. — he responded, a somewhat serious face as he winced from the alcohol going down his throat.

They remained quiet for a few seconds, waiting for the movie to begin but that didn’t happened. Amy grabbed the remote from his brother’s hand, stood in front of the TV and pressed pause — Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? — she asked, annoyed and confused.

Slater took a good look at her, starting with her soft, bare legs, going up her short black skirt, taking a good look at her ass and her slim waist. He smirked a little as he looked at her boobs before looking at her face. She was really pretty, even with her make up smudged and her eyes red. Wait. Her eyes were red — What the hell are two drunk cops doing in my basement at seven AM?

— Seven? Nice, we’re off duty. — said Michaels, taking his batch off and throwing it away.

Slater stood up and walked a bit towards Amy, he didn’t took off his batch, he knew some girls where hot for the uniform so he accommodated his belt as he let his right hand hang there as he explained — Well, we found McLovin trying to buy alcohol with a fake ID so we took him under our wing and took him on a ride. — he looked at her, the whole time, more specifically, her eyes. Trying to see if those were high red or tired red.

— Then why is he drunk? — she asked, putting her hands on her hips and copying his stance.

— Why are you high? — he asked and she immediately dropped her hands, worried look on her face.

— Ohh! Someone’s in trouble! — Michaels chanted, teasing her as she was clearly nervous. She fidgeted on the spot, trying to find an answer, forgetting the bizarre situation and seeing only the cop who knew she was high.

Officer Slater broke down in laughter, as she stared at him confused — I’m just messing with you. — he said, making her relax and start laughing, his laughter was pretty contagious. As they both stopped, he said — We went drinking and busted a party, that’s were the drinks are from. — he omitted the part were they committed several crimes, McLoving got kind of laid, they falsified a police report, burned down their parole car and let the under aged boy shot a handgun at it.

— Glad we got all of that out of the way. Can we watch the movie now? — asked Michaels. Amy put play on and moved from in front of the TV, bumping Slater on the way.

As the movie began she was wondering if she should go or stay, but before she could make a choice he turned and asked — Do you have any left? — she looked at him, a bit dazed, and nodded when she understood what he was talking about — Would you share it? — she must have been hallucinating, there was no way that this -very cute looking- cop was asking her, after bringing his drunk little brother home, if they could smoke some weed together.

— I only got a bit less than a quarter…

— Don’t worry. It would be just the two of us. — he smirked.

She didn’t even know what to do with herself. She nodded and guided him to her bedroom. Fogell paid no mind to his sister walking upstairs with the older officer, too entertained with the movie and the way the alcohol made him feel. Michael did, he just smirked and looked over his shoulder to see Slater give him a very excited thumbs up.

— Nice bedroom, very… standardized. — he said, looking at the dark green and white decor. There was nothing that claimed this bedroom as her own except for some old literature books, some make up and the clothes that was on the small handbag on the floor.

— It’s the guests room. It used to be my bedroom but I don’t live here now, I’m just visiting from college. — she explained, still looking for her stash.

She found it, grabbed the bottle of water from her desk as he opened the window and both left to the roof, insisting her parents would wake up at the smell, otherwise.

She lit it and held her breath as she passed it to him, her mind was still assessing the situation. She had came back from a night out to see his brother come home, wasted with two cute and drunk cops, one of which was in the basement, watching a movie with his little brother, and the other was with her, on the roof, smoking weed. She drank some water at the second she flat her throat itching a little.

— So what do you study? — he asked, passing the joint back to her, trying not to blow out the smoke from his lungs yet. She inhale and when he started coughing she passed him the water.

— I’m doing a English major. — She said before exhaling the smoke and drinking some more water — Not really sure why.

They stayed quiet as they kept smoking, Slater offering her the last bit. She smoked it and turn it completely off with some saliva in her finger and pressing the tip.

— You’re really hot. — he said, watching her throw the remains of the joint into the house’s front yard.

— You’re more cute than hot, — she looked at him, a smile on her face as she saw the way his doofy eyes looked at her — but you’re hot too.

He smiled and came closer to her, closing in the distance between their lips, kissing her softly as he caressed the left side of her face. She immediately kissed him back. Her senses were quite off, so were his, but they both could agree that it felt nice, the kiss was a bit sloppy and slow, like if they were both savoring the moment.

They both started to lay back into the roof and Amy took the chance to sit on top of him, one leg on each side of his hip, softly grinding against him ever so often just to tease him a little. But she found it very enticing since every time she’d do it he would get a bit more hard. She smiled into the kiss as she felt his bulge harden more when she slid her hand towards his crotch, caressing him above his pants.

As they were getting more and more worked up and he slid a hand between her legs, caressing her on top of her underwear, she remembered where they were — Wait. — she whispered.

— Why? — he asked, his voice a bit hoarse as he stopped massaging her clit, however he didn’t move his hands away from her.

— We’re on the roof. — she laughed, moving away from him — Let’s go inside. — she said, taking the water bottle and the lighter before stepping inside. She helped him in, but he tripped and they both fell to the ground, laughing their asses off before the enticing levity of their position took them to start kissing again — Let’s get in the bed. — she whispered in his ear, sounding soft yet husky. He nodded almost fanatically, his mind was racing fast and was all over the place, even with the alcohol and drugs on it.

They laid on the bed, bedsheets pulled over them as they explored eachother’s body. He took her shirt off and kissed her cleavage and the top of her breast, he was gonna keep going until

— WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? — they both froze in their spot, luckily the yelling came from downstairs.

— Shit! —Slater looked at Amy with a puzzled look on his face as she looked for her shirt and put it on. She looked at him since he wasn’t moving — Get up! That’s my dad. — she said and took his hand to help him stand up.

How the hell was she gonna get them out of this one?

#officer slater #Officer Slater imagine #officer slater x reader #superbad #McLovin #bill hader #bill hader x reader #Bill Hader Imagine #bill hader x OFC

[love-the-purple-cat]

Oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me - Chapter 1 Part 12

Cherī's parents are both what he had expected and yet not quite.

At first glance, it looks like the girl takes more after her mother than her father.

Her mother, Nagi, has rainbow dyed hair (even though it is a duller colour) and wore casual formal clothes. She has a small face, narrow nose, large dark brown eyes, a small narrow chin, and a wide mouth with a thin upper lip. Her physic is of a woman that goes to the gym at least three times a week, or one that runs nearly every day. He could also spot three piercings on her left ear.

Her father, Haru, has black hair and wore scrubs. He has a more round face, with a slightly wide nose, narrow light blue eyes, and downward-turned lips. He also looks like someone that keeps a close eye on his health - and if his assumption for the man's job is correct, then there is a good reason.

It certainly looks like Cherī takes after her mother, but then her father opens his mouth and Ichigo realizes that the girl is a mix of both.

“So yer Ichigo! Cherī's told us so much ‘bout ya!” The man says, a wide grin that practically screams Cherī on his lips.

“It's a pleasure to meet you.” The mother says.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Ichigo says, shaking the offered hand.

They separate. Cherī and Haru go to prepare dinner and the table – he tries to offer help but is shut down before the sentence can even leave his mouth – while he and Nagi go converse in the living room.

“So how's school?” Nagi asks, picking a neutral topic.

“It’s fine. The students have started getting rowdy about the upcoming summer vacation, and festivals.” He says, giving the woman a polite smile.

She nods and they fall silent. Just like Cherī, she doesn’t try to fill the air with idle chit-chat.

“If I may ask,” Ichigo starts. “What is your career?”

Nagi smiles. “I am the CEO of Foxy Books.”

Once again, Ichigo is surprised by an Akao.

While not a major publishing firm, Foxy Books is still up there. It is-yet-kinda-isn’t-exactly an ‘all genre' kind of firm, most people aren’t even sure what genre they prefer. What is more notable about them is that they made consultations and even offer other firms that are sure to publish the books that they don’t. And it wasn’t firms that are going bankrupt or small and barely known ones – well, some were - but actual successful ones, ones that are sure to catch the reader’s eye.

Nagi laughs. “Let me guess, I don’t strike you as the ‘Move, I am a big important person. Secretary, bring me a coffee, fire that person, move my meetings to whenever-the-fuck-I-want.’” Her voice had gone rough at the impression.

“...Kinda?”

She laughs again. “It’s because of the hair, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” His answer causes her to burst into laughter.

“Dinner’s ready!” Cherī's voice carries over her mother’s loud laugh. “What’cha laughin’ ‘bout?”

“I told Ichigo what my job is!” Nagi yells, not bothering to stand up until she got control over her laughter.

“Ha!” Cherī laughs.

“What's so funny?” Haru asks from the kitchen.

“Ma told Ichi what her job is!”

“Ohh! Ah wanted ta' see that!”

Ichigo finds himself in the middle of some sort of inside joke to the Akao family. Seeing his confusion, Nagi manages to squeak out between giggles. “It’s because people's reactions range from outright denial to confusion to easy acceptance. We prefer denial because the faces they make are hilarious.”

He nods, and for a single moment, the family reminds his of Geta-bōshi. He shakes his head, ignoring the pang of longing and the twist of his guts.

“Ah think that's ‘nuff chit-chat fer now.” Haru says, and the bluenette realizes that they were looking at him with worry-filled eyes. He shouldn’t feel defensive and insulted, not when those kind of eyes weren't from pity, not when Cherī had worn them enough times for him to feel comfort. But he does. He feels as though they see him as weak and defenceless, and he hates it.

“Hey,” Cherī's voice draws his attention. “We didn’t mean ta' insult ya, Ichi. Ah apologize if we came off as cruel.”

“We’re sorry if we insulted you in any way.” Nagi says softly, the same way Cherī did when she dyed his hair.

He closes his eyes and nods, trying to reign in those unfair feelings. “It’s okay.” He says but Cherī must have heard something in his voice for she frowns.

“No, it ain't.” She says the words with that stubborn tilt of her head, the same one she had worn the other day when Chad had come their way during lunch. The two hadn’t spoken, but the taller teen had left with tense shoulders and a frown.

“It's okay,” He repeats, a little harsher, a little louder. “The past is in the past and should remain buried underneath soil and concrete.”

The family stops at the words.

They all look at him in a new light, though maybe not the kind one would expect.

The mother smiles a smile that is equal parts understanding and pain. Her eyes, on the other hand, burn with anger not directed at him. “It is,” She says quietly. “And we should stop overturning the earth before we find the bodies that shouldn't be buried there.”

His breath catches in his throat and turns into a lump.

Ichigo looks at Nagi in the same light the family looked at him. He tries several times to speak, but the lump prevents his voice from escaping. Finally, he croaks out, “You...” but doesn’t finish the sentence. Doesn’t know how to finish the sentence.

But his voice isn’t necessarily.

Not when she understands him the same way Cherī does. “The past is never dead. It's not even past.” She says it like a chant, like a mantra, like a quote said so often that it is a being of its own.

Ichigo,...

Ichigo chokes.

-The past is never dead-

Tears are running down his cheeks as he croaks out unintelligible sounds, but the Akao family finds meaning in those sounds for they gather around and wrap their arms around him as he sobs.

“Oh, little heart.” Nagi breaths out and the teen cries harder. It had been so long since he had been referred to as that.  “What has happened to you in these six years?” She asks but doesn’t expect an answer. She just holds him tightly as he sobs. “Oh, little heart. Who has pierced your heart the same way our teeth pierce the skin of an apple? Tell us and blood shall rain.”

The words bring back memories of blood and flesh, of warm embraces and kisses from stained red lips.

They are a promise he finds comfort in.

“I can't.” He sobs. “I can't tell you.”

He wants to. God, he wants to spill his soul to their willing ears, but he is too afraid. Too afraid of what would happen – what the shinigami, Geta-bōshoi, would do if they found out.

“Then give us hints.” Haru rumbles next to his ear. Soft lips press against Ichigo's temple and Nagi mirrors the action. “Give us hints an' look away.”

At that, Cherī lifts her head from where she had placed it against his collarbone. Gently, oh so gently, she grasps his face, wiping away tears with her thumbs.

“Ichigo,” She says it like a prayer. “Look at me.”

He looks at her, choking on his tears.

“Was it Inoue?” His breath hitches, but her face doesn’t change, only her eyes. Eyes that while the wrong colour have that familiar sharpness and cruelty from years ago. “Ishida? Sado?” She gets the same reactions for those names, and he sobs harder.

“Don’t-“ Ichigo chokes out. “Don’t hurt them.”

“But they hurt you.” Nagi croons in his ear, the sound comforting yet cruel.

“They didn’t.” He says desperately, then repeats. “They didn’t.”

“Oh.” The woman says.

Cherī tilts his head up to meet hers. “They may have not hurt ya in da past, but they are hurtin' ya now.” She presses a kiss to his forehead. “An' Ah can’t stand that.”

“Cherī-“

“Ah won't.” She cuts him off, tilting her head so that her brightly coloured hair curtains around them. “Ah would never do such a thing in front of ya.” Another kiss to his forehead. “Trust me. Please.” The plea was said in such a desperate tone that he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her waist.

“I do.”

They stay like that for a while. Two adults and a child wrapped around a broken child. Because no matter what the Shinigami may say, he is nothing but a broken child secretly holding onto fragments of the past.

And for once, Ichigo doesn’t hate that he is vulnerable and weak. Not when he is in their embrace.

The past is never dead. It's not even past.

#bleach #bleach au #kurosaki ichigo #akao cherī #cherī akao #ichigo kurosaki #The Past is Never Dead AU #Protector and Cherry AU

[choledaytonnnotsosecretblog]

1- The love letters

Seriously I can't make this Stuff up.

I'd like to start off by saying this is all based on true events and some parts might be exaggerated however the major parts are all real.

This is the story of how I got caught sending love letters to my neighbor by my older sisters.

A little backstory like 4 years ago my when I lived in my old house there was this cute boy that lived next to me and I had a crush on him for 1 year prior to me sending my letters. At the time I was 13 and he was 16 but now its been another 5 years and I'm 18 I can tell my story comfortably. I can not stress how much this boy looked like Luke Hemmings from 5SOS back in 2015. This boy was the definition of an f-boy back in 2015. I and this boy have never spoken to each other. I sent him 2 letters before getting caught and 1 more after I did, so I never talked to this boy until 4 years after I sent the letters when he came into the shop I work at, but that a whole different story. So on to the story

So I had this massive crush on this boy since I saw him in the corner shop near my house 2 months into when I moved into that house. I let my love for this boy grow so big that I used to daydream of me and him being together and I used to tell my friends about him and talk about him like he was my boyfriend, thinking back on it I was a crazy-ass 13-year-old girl. I continued to tell all my 3 friends about him but at some point, I don't know when this mean girl in my school heard me talking about him and decided to tell my whole year group that I had a boyfriend. As you could imagine in an all-girls school the news traveled fast and reached my older cousin year. Now I know at least one of y'all have that one cousin that hates your guts for no reason at all.... well this cousin was that one bitchy ass one. She thought that the best way to deal with information was to tell my older sisters who lucky for me went to a different school and couldn't beat my ass in front of all my friends. It took a couple of days before my sisters found out. I remember the day the came up to me they put me in a room and sat me down and gave me some big ass lecture about how its wrong for a 13-year-old to be going out with a 16-year-old. Also some other stuff about how he could be using me and stuff. This whole time I thought everyone just thought that he was my crush until my sister told me the whole story about what everyone was saying. That when I sad to set my sisters straight

    I proceeded to let them know they all got it wrong. I think I told them that I was talking about Luke from 5SOS and I must have done a good at lying because they completely believed and they also knew that cousin was just a little bitch and most likely just wanted to get me in trouble.

Fast forward a couple months now it been 2 years of me having a massive crush on him and I worked up the courage one day to speak to him but it didn't work out the way I wanted it to. That moment was too horrific that I can't even speak about it.

 After my 70 second conversation with him, I knew at that moment that he was going to be my husband ( as I said earlier I was some weird-ass child ). However, this was the point when I knew the only way I could talk to him was by either social media or some old school letter writing. Since I didn't have a phone and I didn't have the phone number I wrote him a letter. Sadly I cannot for the life of me remember what I wrote but it was most likely me confessing my feeling for him in some childish way. Anyways that was the first letter out of 3 letters I sent. After not getting a response I stopped liking him for like a week because I thought he didn't like me. Until one day he was playing on his skateboard and I was on the grass behind my house reading comics ( i was such a nerd ) and he came next to me asked what I was reading I again like the first time I talked started to choke up again, but after an awkward 30 seconds I told him in the squeakiest voice ever that it was my 'Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe' ( i do not know how I remember which one it was ) he then gave me a surprised look and I thought wow great he thinks I'm a nerd. I WAS WRONG. He came over to me and sat next to me and started asking me questions about it like he was interested in and me being a big Marvel geek started to ramble on about it, at some point in my boring ass lecture I looked up at him and when I looked in those green-hazel eyes I caught him staring at me which completely SHOOK me like he was just looking at me the whole time then he apologized and said that he's ever come across someone who was that in-love with comics and most importantly marvel and that when I embarrassed myself yet again and nervously said some extremely corny ass shit that was along the lines of ' just a superhero loving girl talking about what she loves'

After that conversation that was when my feelings for him developed for him again and I wrote my second letter. I can not completely remember what I wrote in this letter but it was something like this...................

Dear [his name]

I am guessing you didn't read my 1st letter because if you did you wouldn't have sat next to me today as ask me about what I was reading. Lucky for me you didn't because it was completely embarrassing. Anyways I just wanna let you know that I have had this massive crush on you since the second month I moved into my new house and I never worked up the courage to talk to you. I like you not a lot but a good amount where is not odd. I like the way your eyes change colors in the light I like the way you are always late for the bus in the mornings and mostly like the way you always smile at me when you see me........ I just felt like I should tell you this so I can get some confirmation if you like me too if you don't it is fine but I just wanted to let you know.

From your unknown neighbor

  WHY DID I LET MYSELF SEND THIS ???????????

Moving on after I sent this I again didn't get a response but I knew he took it because I saw him pick up the letter and I saw the fact he saw his name because he looked shocked like that was the first official letter that had his name on it. Plus I delivered the letter to his house myself so I knew it didn't go to the wrong house. So since I didn't get a response I decided that not only did I completely embarrassed myself but I also just got my heartbroken for the first time ever.

Me being a smart 13-year-old girl I decided to send on more letters explaining myself and asking to meet ( which looking back at it I was so dumb like who would go meet a random person ? ) I don't remember what I said but I knew asked to meet. Since this was my last letter i thought let me go to the library and print out my letter and I did. After typing up my letter i put it in an envelope and went home. When I came home completely forgetting about the letter in my bag so when my sister asked for her library card I told her it was in my bag, but because my sister is a nosy bitch she went ahead and picked up my letter and read it but before she read it she gave it to my other sister to read after they both read my letter they came to me in my room and started laughing at me at this point I had no idea what the hell they were laughing about until they asked me who [ his name ] was and I knew I fucked up

     At this point I was expecting the worse .... ohh I set my exception so low I got it so bad they started off by yelling at me about why I lied to them about the guy and how he was too old for me and how they told me I was too young for a guy which was understandable but like damn I was heartbroken at this time they could have been more sympathetic. So after they shouted at me they told me the dangers about how it's dangerous to meet random people and all the shit they could do to me and how I could get kidnapped and stuff. Then they started laughing at me telling me I was dumb to think a random weirdo was going to meet me and how I thought he was gonna like me back. Thinking about it now they were right I was dumb as hell. The dumbest part was my excuse that it was a project for school about Romeo and Juliet and I had to write a love letter to Romeo but now I know the story of Romeo and Juliet it completely has nothing to do with lover letter of any sort no wonder they didn't believe me. I must have confused it with the movie ' letter to Juliet '

So after a month or 2 of being heartbroken, I decided that I was over him ( i totally wasn't but I told myself that ) I decided to write him one last letter explaining why I was a weirdo and that I was over him and some other stuff then this time I made sure my sisters didn't find it and I sent that final letter and a couple months after I sent we moved houses and I never heard about him again. To this day he will forever be known as my first love even though I only had one actual conversation and considering the fact he didn't know my name I should have known it would have not even worked out.

Fast forward again to 2019 I met him again I thought that he clearly wouldn't remember me as I had a slight glow-up, which was just me getting braces and dropping the glasses and learned how to wear makeup and lashes.

I full well knew he was when he walked in that why I hide behind the waffle makers which clearly didn't make it obvious to all my co-workers that I knew him

They thought that the best way for me to deal with the situation was for me to serve him and I couldn't decline as my manger was the one that asked. So there I am walking over to his table ready to hand him his menus that's when I realized that his friend was also another friend of mine. So me now being this lovable social person I start talking to this boy and but I'm trying my hardest to cut the conversation short as I don't wanna be standing there because I don't want him to recognize me I quickly move them to a different table and give them their menus and tell them to order at the counter and I rush back to the back of the shop I silent scream so dramatically that my manager thought I was having a stroke. A few minutes pass and he walks over to the counter and I was the only one there so I had no choice but to take his order so he starts off by saying "hi "then his table number and proceeds to tell me his order and when he finishes I ask him "how do you wanna pay" and he says "by card" right before he puts his card in he goes to me "you look so familiar do I know you from somewhere" I was so shocked that I almost choked on the chewing gum that was in my mouth I was so shocked that he remembered me after all these years. I then tell him " you must be thinking about someone else " and I laughed it off but I knew that the 13-year-old me was just over the moon

After a very brief conversation about how the card machine is super slow he left and the next customer came and so I didn't have time to comprehend what just happened.

Now that the end of my story if I could one thing differently I would probably just having a continued crush on The members of 5SOS instead it would have been way less drama for me.

Thank you guys for taking the time to read my story and I would like to apologies to the all the writers out there I am by no means a professional writer but I love to write so if you see any grammatically or punctually wrong sentences or spelling I would like deeply apologize for them.

Thank you

#storytime #loveletter #funny

[fndomstuff]

UNTIL DAWN

Summary: Imagine You, Josh & Sam in The Basement, but you and Josh come closer.

Warning: Nothing, a lil bit flirting between reader and Josh! Reader is also Short, so, somekind of Short Jokes.

You were in the Lodge with Josh, Chris & Ashley talking about getting a Spirit Board. “A Spirit Board. Seriously?” I asked, arms crossed. “Isn’t it kinda.. creepy or something? I mean, it’s really uncomfortable after-“ Ashley said but Josh stopped her. “Oh Come on, guys this isn’t working though.” Chris said. “Dude, we used to do this all the time, me and my.. you know.” Josh said. “Hey Josh! No Hot Water’s kinda major oversight, dontcha think?” Sam said and smiled. “Yeah,Yeha. Just gotta fire up the Boiler its in the Basement.” Josh Said and turnes to Chris and Ashley. “You guys see if you can find the Spirit Board. Josh ordered and Ashley turned to Chris. “Chris, Let’s go find it! It’ll be like a scavenger Hunt.” Ash Said and was going first, as Chris stand up. “Ummm.. Okay.. guess so.” Chris said and slowly goes after Ash. “Rad. Your not gonna regret it.” Josh said and turned to me and Sam. “You two up for a ride along?” Josh smiled and we followed him down to the basement. “You two noticed how i gave Chris and Ash a mission Together? Yeah, i was thinking they could use some.. alone time.” Josh smiled at us. “They are really sweet together. I wish they’d just freaking get on with it already.” Sam said and i agreed. “I know right? It kinda annoys me when they see each other and are so awkward after that. They would definitely be the cutest.” I confessed. “I swear they just need like..something to bond over you know? Some sorr of a traumatic event to fall into each others arms. I mean at this rate they’ll be in the geriatric wars before Chris makes a move.” Josh said and me and Sam chuckled. Josh opened the Door to the Basement and we followed him. We were going downstairs. “Watch your step, ladies.” He said. “Well i think both of us can handle a pair of stairs on ourselves.” I said. “Uh-huh” Josh said and we were going to the Boiler. “Sorry to drag you two down here” Josh apologize. “Hey, just get me some Hot water and i’ll be Super Fine.” Sam said. “Will do.” Josh said and i was looking around. I saw a Playhouse. Full with Dolls. Must been Hannah’s. Hannah.. man, something i’ve never forget in my life. I’m so sorry what happened to her, and Beth. Even tho i wasn’t involved in this prank anyway but i’m sorry. “Jeez, this place is Creepy as hell.” I said. “Yep. Not a place to be on your own.” Josh said to me and smiles. He turned to the Boiler and asked Sam to hols the flashlight. But than a Noise was coming. “What the hell was that?” Sam asked. “What was what? Just shine it here so i can see what i’m doing.” Josh said and she holded it. “Nice One. Ok first things first: we gotta increase the Water Pressure before we get boiler fired up.” Josh explained. “Sounds kinda complicated.” Sam confessed. “No it’s actually really simple.” Josh said and goes to the boiler. Sam set up the Red Button and does have her hot water now. “Good one” Josh said and Smiled. “Okie-Dokie, Gonna take a Bath noe, see you later guys!” Sam said and walked upstairs. I turned to Josh who Smiled at me. “Should we go back?” Josh asked me and Smiled.

Sarcastic

Agree

You decided to being SARCASTIC. “I don’t know. It’s.. kinda romantic here with you.” I said with a smirk and looked at him playfully. “Oh,” Josh said grinning and came closer. “Is that so, sweetheart?” He said. But the Noise from earlier was coming back and you turned your Head. “What was that?” I asked. Josh only looked questionable and was going further. “Josh?” I said. “What?” He asked. “Please tell me you hear that too.” I hoped and he wasn’t looking at me. “I do, but.. it’s probably nothing.” He said.

Heroic

Look Together

You decided to look alone. “Okay. I’ll go check it out.” I said and Josh was looking at me with concern. “What? Alone?” He asked and i grind at him. “Aw, are you scared something’s gonna happen to me?” I chuckled and Josh just slightly chuckled. “Always.” He said and without turning to him, i’ll go. I was about to go around the corner, but suddenly someone was coming out with a Mask and a scary Coat. “JESUS CHRIST!” I screamed and was running up the stairs with Josh. But the Door isn’t opening. “WHAT THE HELL WHY IS IT LOCKED?!!” I screamed. “T-To keep out Strangers!” Josh said. “Heyy!” Suddenly a familiar Voice was showing. “the fuck...?” I said with catching up a breath. “Heyyyyy!” finally recognize Chris who just pranked me and Josh and scares the living shit out of us. Me. “WHAT THE HELL CHRIS?!” I shouted in disbelief. “Boom!” He said and let go of his mask. “You just got monked.” He said. “wHAT?!” I said and i turned around and saw Josh laughing. Oh that prick, he knew definitely. “Oh you dumbass! You knew all about that didn’t you?!” I said and punched him on the arm and he just put his arms up in surrender. “No, but i wish i were this was too great!” Josh said and giving Chris a High Five. Then Josh finally opened the door. “Goddamn, Chris, you gave me a heart attack. You will definitely pay for this.” I said with a dark chuckle. “That was too great wasn’t it? I should’ve hold this on camera, that was a masterpiece.” Chris laughed. “Ha-Ha. Fuck you too.” I said and then i heard Josh chuckle. “Ohh, you were so scared little ladie.” Josh said provocative. „I wasn’t!“ i said and faced him. He came closer to me and smirked. „Oh don‘t be ashamed. I‘m not telling anybody.“ He said and looked down at me. „You’re a dick.“ i said crossing arms. „Your Dick.“ He said and rested his Arm on your Head.

[jungwoohoos]

uni!hoseok

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

he really does look like linguini when he dances, but you guess you can’t resist that

You weren’t a party virgin per se

There was that one time the second weekend of first year that you went out with your roommate

She had met someone the night before and said he would give you two an in

How did she get someone’s number so quickly?? You didn’t understand

You once asked for someone’s email instead because the thought of asking for someone’s number was so personal

Your project group got a little annoyed that they had to email you everything they had already discussed in the group chat

But you always made sure to use the cute emojis that look like blobs of honey, so everything was good and your members didn’t annihilate you in the evaluation reports

Anyway, you lasted 20 minutes max at that party

It was a house party, but everyone was milling around in the backyard, which was nearly pitch black and really patchy

You could barely see your feet, so you had no idea how anyone could see who they were talking to

Everyone was also wearing hawaiian shirts

“Oooohhhhhh, it’s a hawaiian themed party,” your roommate had whispered while looking at your all black outfit

As if black jeans don’t exist in Hawaii >:(

She started talking to the guy she had met the night before, and it was getting a little steamy if you could say so yourself

You should take lessons because she was playing in the big leagues

Subtle touch on his arm

Laughing at everything he was saying

Although that one must’ve been a hard one to pull off because there’s only so much you could laugh about when a drunk dude’s retelling how much pain he was in when he thought his appendicitis was someone in an invisibility cloak stabbing him with an invisible knife

You had only come with your roommate, and she was busy trying to get with Chad over there

So you played on your phone a bit

Walked around the backyard, which was the size of a ping pong table, and got some fresh air

There was only so much bush you could look at at 11:30 pm

So you caught your roommate’s eyes (which were wandering suspiciously south)

And motioned that you were going to head out

And to text you if she was coming back

Because the way she was working her magic on Brad, the question was more of an “if” than a “when”

You walked through the sprinkler on your way back to your room, and that was the most fun part of the night by far

Two years later, you can proudly say you never stepped foot into another party

Because being in your bed nice and clean was your kind of party

Not the kind where you’re sweating not because you’re moving

But from sheer proximity to other sweaty bodies

So when Namjoon invited you to a small gathering he was having, you didn’t hesitate to say yes

You had met Namjoon earlier that semester in your botany class

The one that you both realized you only took because you had binge watched the same video of a guy grooming his garden full of bonsai plants

Trimming and landscaping and rearranging the formation of the pebbles surrounding the base

43:11 minutes of pure heaven

He squealed when you brought up BlissfulBonsai81 because yEs YES someone who understands

You’re at a coffee shop doing some work when he brings it up

Scrape of chair legs

The warm smell of cinnamon that wafts up to your nose when he hands you your drink

“Soooo since BlissfulBonsai81 mentioned in his last video that true happiness comes from celebration of small moments”

This man is his role model

“I’m gonna have a small gathering so we can celebrate the end of midterms woooo!!”

You haven’t met Namjoon’s other friends yet, but from what he’s mentioned, they seem fun

Hoseok seems a little wild though

But you trust Namjoon, and it’ll be nice to have some fun after the onslaught of exams

So you tell him you’ll go

“But only if there’s sweet and spicy sriracha wings”

“Small gathering” my ass

If Namjoon weren’t being a sweetheart and helping Youngchul in the bathroom, he would’ve been getting a piece of your mind

Your last exam was today

And to say that it burned you out would be a major understatement

Two hours of fluid dynamics and stupid pipes being smooth or rough and turbulent substances

You’ll show Namjoon turbulent when you’ve gotten your much deserved 12 hours of sleep

Even now, after the party’s died down a bit, there are at least 30 people

You couldn’t even walk up the stairs to use the bathroom without bumping into four couples making out

One was Jungkook and his new girlfriend, who he apparently officially met on an intramural volleyball team

He gave you a wave and a wink when you turned around to apologize for bumping into him

His girlfriend also smiled and gave a little wave

Probably the cutest couple you could’ve stumbled upon sucking faces

It’s nearing midnight, and you’re starting to feel the day catch up to you

The bass was a little too loud thrumming through your head

The cup you had barely touched was beginning to make your hand cramp

And that guy was still dancing

You’re half delirious and half inexperienced, but you’re pretty sure there’s no dancing at house parties

Not counting the disturbing bump and grinds happening off beat

But this guy’s been dancing for the last two hours

And you don’t know how he’s made it this far because he’s wearing jeans and a long sleeve

They make him look even more like the inflatable guys outside of car dealerships

He’s really not a bad dancer

Definitely has the flexibility for it if you can go off his limbs flying everywhere

And that huge smile’s been on his face the whole time, even though any sane person wouldn’t be smiling if they were wearing the insulator his clothes are

Any sane person also wouldn’t be doing the sprinkler to Kendrick Lamar

You’re still looking at him over the rim of your cup when you hear a small sigh next to you

Namjoon plucks the cup from your cup and downs it

“I’m never holding a party again” he groans and lets his head fall back onto the couch

You’re about to be a little sassy and correct him with “small gathering”, but he sat up when he saw you looking at the dancing noodle

“Ohh! You haven’t met Hobi hyung. Let me introduce you!!”

You’re being pulled straight off the couch and toward the middle of the room before you could blink

Oh he’s taller than you thought

“Hyung, hyung” 

Namjoon has to cup his armpit and squeeze to get his attention

There’s a squeal and Hobi turns around

He makes a little tsk sound when he sees Joon

“Eh, Joon. You know I hate when you do that”

He sees you looking at him

You look like you could use a good hibernation

He can’t help but smile when you go to shake his hand but yawn instead

Your nose scrunched up and you covered your mouth with the hand you were about to use to shake his

Namjoon’s rambling about something you two have in common

“You guys both like hot cheetos!! You can talk about that”

But you two are sizing each other up silently

He seems like too much energy, too much pep for your liking 

You literally just watched this guy flail for 2 hours

You don’t think you like him

He likes how you’re not afraid to make eye contact with him

You also smell like citrus, which smells like heaven compared to the overwhelming scent of dried beer and sweat

He likes you

Namjoon doesn’t know it because he’s still listing topics you could talk about

“...music? No, songs with tambourine accents are kinda niche...politics??”

You leave a little after that because your roommate got locked out while she was doing laundry, and she’s in her underwear

Hobi gives you a wink, and you narrow your eyes

He pops up a lot in the next few weeks

Sometimes just to call your name and shoot you a wink

But other times to ask how your day was and see if you want to get milkshakes

You don’t want to admit it, but you kind of enjoy spending time with him

You have to tell him to lower his voice numerous times because he ends up shouting

A problem in the library

And he likes listening, so he asks you to just talk a lot of the times

Which puts you in a weird position because you shouldn’t want to talk to someone you find loud and annoying right?

But you find yourself smiling when you hear his voice

And having to pretend to be grumpy when he interrupts your study sessions because he was bored

He’s nothing you thought you would like, but everything that made you happy

News started spreading that you and Hobi were hanging out because Hobi was beloved on campus

Even the janitors got excited to talk to him

Not many people knew who you were because you tended to keep to yourself

You were sitting on a bench one day, eating some carrots

Decapitating more like it

You were pissed

You missed your presentation this morning because your alarm didn’t go off

Professor Lee wouldn’t let you make it up even when you started crying

You were crying so much that you slipped down the stairs

Your butt now had a stair shaped bruise on it

And now you had to get ready for Namjoon’s birthday party because your present had taken 3 weeks to come in and you weren’t about to give it to him the day after his birthday

Which is why 2 hours later, you’re drunk

It only took one “what’s this pee colored drink??” 

You’re in the bathroom, trying to figure out how to turn on the sink

For some reason, the knobs won’t turn to either side

Maybe it’s automatic? You wave your hands underneath the spout but still no water

You didn’t hear the knock on the door

You didn’t even know it had opened and someone had walked in until you feel a solid body bounce against yours 

Hands caught your waist before you could topple over, and you let out a small “oof” when the momentum stopped and you bounced back against their chest

Mmmmmmm smells like freshly baked muffins

You fisted your hands into the fabric in front of you and buried your nose deeper

“Having fun there?”

“Mmmeppaph” you mumbled, moving your hands around to their back and letting your nose trace its way into the crook of their neck

Hobi hoped you couldn’t feel how quickly his heart was beating

Because it was about to bust out of his chest and if you hum against his neck one more ti--

“Hmmmmm”

You couldn’t help yourself because they were so warm and smelled so nice and made a really nice bed and huh, you were a little tired weren’t you

He felt your body give until you were slumped against him

The only thing that was keeping you upright was his hands on your waist

And your hands which have somehow dropped into his waistband

He shuffled out of the bathroom as carefully as possible

Your head lolled and hit the frame of the door before he could catch it, but you just gave a little huff

Only two more doors 

He fumbled with your body before he freed one hand to open his door

Laid you gently onto his bed

He thanked god that he washed his boxers that were laying on there earlier today

Brought a blanket and tucked you in

He couldn’t help himself from rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip because he doesn’t have the courage to do it when you’re awake

He’s never seen you asleep before, but he likes how peaceful you look

You’re not rolling your eyes at him or shooing him away

It makes it a little easier to imagine that you could like him

He initially doesn’t hear that you’re mumbling because it’s so quiet

And the blanket’s kinda in your mouth

He moves it away so he can hear you

It still takes you a couple times before you’re coherent

“Mmmmm can I tell you a secret?”

He smiles because the only secret you told him was that his socks smell like the plague

“Of course”

You shift so that you’re curled around him, your hand resting on his thigh

“I like Hobi, but don tell him ‘cause I don think he thinks I’m cute, even though I ammmmm”

He thinks his heart exploded when he saw you push your lower lip out

“And he’s too nice and good for me, but I’m shellfish and wanna be happy, and he makes me so so so so happy”

You blanched when he recited your words over breakfast and painkillers the next morning

He knew you were going to try to deny everything when you went to open your mouth

So he reached over the counter and cupped your cheek

“Be shellfish and let yourself be happy, okay? Because that makes me happy”

“Oh and by the way, very very cute”

You hum when you taste the syrup on his lips

#i'm losing more and more control with these omg #hope you like!! #bts headcannon #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts fluff #hoseok headcannon #hoseok imagine #hoseok fluff #uni!hoseok #my writing #hoseok scenario #bts drabble #bts fic #bts hoseok #hoseok fic #kpop fic

[trojansblr]

#FightOn! (01) | ot7

Summary: The University of Southern California is a prestigious school - only the best or the richest can attend. That means there will be a lot of spoiled brats. Two groups start colliding and the entire college shift alongside them. What will happen when sparks starts to flow between them? Drama will certainly be there.

Pairing: BTS with -eventually- female characters

Genre: Fluff, Smut (future), Angst, CollegeAU! 

A/N: First chapter is finally here! For more intel about who the boys are or what they study in this college universe go to my page, there’s real twitter accounts!!! For more information feel free to message me :) ALSO if you want to appear in this fic (I’ll make it as interactive as possible) send me your name and zodiac sign + what you do or want to do in college and I’ll make it happen!!! I really hope you guys like it :) 

The Characters • Day 1  • Day 2

“Good morning South!” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the halls of the school and even though he should sound excited, his voice maintained in a monotone, a really, really, bored and sleepy one. Yoongi was the radio boy basically. Every morning he had to wake up extra early to be able to do all the announcements the university needed him to. It was his giant love for music that made him volunteer to take care of the station – that and he really enjoyed being alone, so he had a whole studio for himself. Plus, everyday the halls were filled with good music. “Today for lunch we will have pizza and don’t forget everyone, Saturday we have the volley’s male team game. You won’t want to miss it!”

He ended his morning announcements and started preparing the playlist that will play during the rest of the day when there was a knock on the door. He tiredly gets up to open the door that he usually locks to keep noisy and unwanted people out. When he sees Carolina, a smile immediately forms in his face.

“Oh my life saver!” He says tiredly as he swings an arm around her neck and pulls her inside, grabbing one of the coffees she’s holding with his other hand. “Good morning for you too.” She chuckles. “What’s good for today?” “Pizza for lunch.” He chuckles as well. “I’m getting too old to do this morning routine. Namjoon should put some pills on his dad’s coffee.” He complained. Every morning he had to talk with the director to receive the announcements and it was a headache every time. “You’re in your twenties Yoongs…” Carolina said rolling her eyes. “But yeah, that would be nice… maybe. I slept only three hours I think and I have volley practice yay!” She threw her arms in the air pretending to be cheerful but failing miserably. “So I really need the push.” “You’re also getting too old for that… see?!” He laughs when she yawns. “Do you wanna help me with the playlist? There’s still a couple of songs I can add and I always trust your taste.” “Team granddads always.” She smiles. “Sure! What vibe are we setting today?” “Well we have to go more ‘college vibes’” He said throwing air marks and mocking the director’s tone. “So help me out, no swear words either!” He jokes. “Oh god, we’ve gone preppy…” She let’s out a sigh and sits on the end of his lap, looking at the list he already had. “But ok, I’m here to help! What about cosmos midnight to cheer up our morning? Hmm the ‘Talk To Me’ one?” “Once again my lifesaver.” He squeezed her sides. Carolina and Yoongi would seem like boyfriend and girlfriend to everyone that passed by them. They were both crazy for each other, to the point where they would really take a bullet for the other, not just for the charm of Bruno Mars. But in reality, it was a genuine friendship. They were very similar and they were comfortable around each other to the point where not touching was weird – piggybacks, cuddling, hugs. The only thing that kept them from dating each other was the fact that they praised their friendship too much and Carolina now had her eye out to a mystery drawing guy. “Let me just add that one to the playlist and we are good to go.” “Where are we going and can you please take me on your back?” She asked making him let out a laugh. “We’re going to the cafeteria because I’m starving and yes, I’ll carry your lazy ass.” “Just kidding! You need to be in shape for your next game.” She said tapping on his back because he was already kneeling down for her to climb on.  “It’s your loss. Come on.” He said and once again swung his arm around her neck as he closed the door of the radio station and headed towards the cafeteria.

By this time of the morning, the halls of Southern California University were starting to get flowed by people who had morning classes, which was basically all the freshman and junior. There were two juniors in particular that always were theme of conversation and caught a lot of eyes everywhere they went. Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin. They were childhood friends that were inseparable. Taehyung is majoring in Fine Arts and was the most eccentric it could get. He had blue hair and looked like a god. But he was the kindest person on earth too so that made him have a lot of girls swooning over him. As for Jimin he was majoring in Performative Arts and was head of the football team, he was the quarterback since his first year and that made him be the most popular boy in the entire university in a glimpse of eyes. Now, despite the both of them being the best of friends, when it came to their social circles, they didn’t belong to the same areas and even thought their interest were almost the opposite, they would always talk and support each other on everything.

“And then!” Taehyung almost screamed from the excitement of the conversation. “The little seagull just flew right from the under the barrel and next to the bigger ones and I was getting so soft but then the video stopped and it switched to that meme from Nemo where all the seagulls are saying fish!” “Fish fish fish fish fish!” Both boys started singing like it had happened in the movie. “Why did you stop?” Taehyung asked after a couple of ‘fish’ when he realized he was doing it alone. “Look, there’s Deo. Let’s go to her.” Jimin said cheerfully walking to the girl that was stuffing a book in her locker. “Good morning baby!” “Morning!” She said smiling widely, giving him a tight hug. “Oh… hi.” Deo added once she noticed Taehyung standing behind the other boy. “Hey!” He smiled awkwardly. “Oh c’mon guys, you already know each other, no need to be shy!” Jimin chuckled lightly, pushing his friends a bit closer together. “Hmm… sure! How’s everything going?” “Good!” Deo said almost immediately, as she turned again to her locker to grab her book. “Well, I gotta get to class. See you.” She said after slamming her locker door and throwing a death glare to Jimin, she left. “Ooooook! So are we seeing that movie tonight or what?” "That was weird... She looked weird don't you think?" Jimin basically spoke to himself. "But yes! We are! What movie?" He smiled sheepish lost in the conversation. “I don’t know, you are the friend not me.” Taehyung said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Bro! I told you about it five times already- the vintage one, noir.” "Ohh! That's right! Yeah, we can watch it tonight!" “Ok then, but don’t forget!” He said with warning eyes. “Gotta go, I’m probably late again.” “I’ll be there!” Jimin screamed and his friend was already walking so he decided to also go to his class. For the popular boy, he was suddenly left abandoned by his two best friends and one of them was clearly mad at him but to him it wasn’t that clear so he still had to do something about that.

Nearby, Hyori, Jungkook and Hoseok were sitting in the lounge. The morning sun was so pleasing that the latter made them sit outside to enjoy some vitamin C. This seemed like the perfect opportunity for Jungkook to vent his problems. He knew he could talk to his friends whenever, but sometimes they were too hyped to listen.

“I just don't understand the need for her to call me virgin boy. What's her deal after all? She doesn't even know me." Jungkook let out frustrated. The day hadn't even started and the words ‘virgin boy’ had already hunted him in the halls. "I don't know Gguk, maybe you just need to let it go. Focus on something else?" Hobi suggested. "She just started it out without no apparent reason?" Hyori finally said something. "Apparently. We have some classes together and I know she lives in my building but I don't remember any interaction we may had? She just started calling me like that after a class and when I noticed, it was running the college." He said in a pout. "Ok either you did something and you're just not remembering because boys never pay attention enough or she just likes to rile you up and it's working." Hyori added. “I don’t think I did?” Jungkook basically asked thinking of their interactions. “Maybe she has a crush?” Hoseok shrugged and Jungkook looked to Hyori. He needed her girl intuition. "That's an option yes! Who is she anyway?" Hyori asked already super curious. She loved and lived for a good gossip. "I don't know how to explain it to you. She has purple hair." Jungkook said like it was impossible for Hyori not to know who the girl was by that description. "Here, this is her social media." Hobi passed her the phone. "Really good description." He teased to Jungkook who huffed. 

"Ok… isn't this the girl that dates that trouble maker? The radio guy? She seems bad news" Hyori said as she scrolls down Carolina’s posts. "I know for a fact they are always on that radio booth together, only God knows doing what." "So what should I do? About the whole virgin boy thing..." "I don't know… tell her to stop?" "He already tried that and failed..." Hobi sighed. "Maybe you just have to do the same. If she starts teasing you, tease back?" "That's a good option… I mean the worst that can happen is her boyfriend beating you up but he's way smaller than you so you have a chance. Or she will beat you up… either way, someone needs to teach them a lesson, it was about time" the girl said.  "He wouldn't have a chance. He is way smaller than me." Jungkook said emphasizing in the smaller. "If she kicks my ass you and Deo have to step in, I can't hit a girl." Jungkook laughed. "Listen I would throw my chemistry books at her for you but if she runs for my head please do something! I'm not good at one on one and just by her face she seems like she would break my neck" “Guys! What violent nonsense is this?” Hoseok said getting up front his chair. “Off to class the both of you!” "Wha-" Jungkook started but was immediately cut off by Hobi again. "I'll see you at lunch!" "Let's go virgin boy! Can't arrive late and ruin my perfect academy life." Hyori said also getting up and let out a laugh once she heard Jungkook complain behind her.

As the group parted ways, Hyori walked in a fast pace to her class. She hated being late but the conversation with Jungkook and Hoseok took more of her time than she was expecting and she couldn’t afford to lose any word that left the teacher’s mouth. When she got to her biology class, there were only a couple of seats vacant and she took the one that were nearest to the teacher’s table. That way she could still record the class and take her notes. She was in the middle of a way too long sentence when someone tapped on her shoulder. When she turned around, she saw Jeonghan, a boy from her class she wished she knew a lot better but never had the guts to go and talk to him.

“Sorry, can I take a peek of your notebook? I can’t keep up the pace with her.” He smiled sheepishly. “Sure! Can you see like this?” She said turning her notebook a little to his side but at the same time trying to hide how red her cheeks already were. “Yeah, that’s perfect!” He smiled sweetly. The class continued but now Hyori was a little out of focus. She could still catch some words but the fact that Jeonghan was almost breathing down her neck was making her lose her senses and the only thing on her mind was the smell of his cologne. “Hey, it’s Hyori right?” He asked leaning against the table as Hyori was packing her stuff. "Yes! That's right!" "Thanks for the help during class! You were a great help really." He smiled as he scratched the back of his neck. "I was thinking, if you aren't too busy maybe we could study together or something? After class?" "Oh it was nothing!" She smiled nervously "Sure, that would be great! Just say where and when." "Can I have your number? I have practice after class but we can check our schedules and set a date?" He said already taking his phone out of his pocket. "Of course! I have some tutoring to do as well, but sure, we'll manage" She laughs and he hands her his phone where she types her number. "I already gave you a ring so you can have my number as well. I'll text you later Hyori!" He said grabbing his backpack and smiling widely to her, walking towards the door. “Bye!” Hyori called out and then she let out a long sigh she didn’t even realized she was holding. Boy, she was starstruck.

As Hyori left her class she immediately spotted Jungkook in the crowd and walked up to him. Hobi was probably already waiting for them in the cafeteria. It was pizza day. No one could push them away from there. But unlike them, there were another group that preferred to eat outside. Not because of the fresh air but because they enjoyed the quietness of the bleachers. It was unusual for people to have lunch there so they had maybe half an hour to eat in peace before the field would be filled with youngsters that wanted to lay down or play some ball.

“Hey losers!” Carolina said coming by alongside Yoongi. The boy had this tired look on his face like he had gone to bed too late, and he probably did. “Where were you this morning? I didn’t even see you” Jin - the oldest of the group and also Carolina's house mate - said. “I have class at eight remember? I don’t have your easy senior life” She replied sitting down next to Taehyung. He was currently sketching something on his journal, not really paying attention to the conversation. “After all this years i deserve a break don’t you think?” The oldest said chuckling. “Not really” “Well, talk in two years about that and you’ll see” “Where’s Namjoon?” Yoongi asked for the first time making everyone even Taehyung look around for their friend. “Is he sick or something?” Carolina asked. “I gave him a ride this morning...” Yoongi added. “He’ll probably show up in a few” Jin said returning his attention to the sandwich he was eating. “I saw him in the cafeteria earlier” Taehyung said still drawing “I think his class ends a little after ours” “Oh there he is!” Carolina pointed looking behind Jin. Namjoon had a fast pace and his hands were full with large books. And although he was a little clumsy, he was a true catch. “Guys!!!” He called out with his dimple smile “Did you heard it?!” “What? What happened this time?” Yoongi asked a little uninterested drinking his coffee. “Did you hear that rumor about JK being a virgin? Do you think it’s true? Like- he’s a nice kid but who is still a virgin in college?!” Namjoon said sitting down and almost falling down of the bleachers if it wasn’t for Jin holding him. “Really? I though he had a girlfriend or something... I think Jimin mentioned it once” Taehyung added to the conversation. “Ya, why do we even care? Let the kid be” Yoongi said taking a bite of Carolina’s sandwich. “What would Jimin know though?” Carolina said to Taehyung “And besides, he uses this purity ring on his finger all the time” “Like the Jonas brothers?” Jin asked incredulous. “Yep, he’s the fourth member for sure” “That was even a thing?” Namjoon asked a little lost. “And you seem to know a lot about the subject” Yoongi said with a smirk looking to Carolina “Odd” “I know because he has some classes with me that’s all” “Let’s ask him today on the way home!” Jin suggested “Maybe his father is a preacher” “No, his father is a designer, I know him” Taehyung said casually. “Oh” Namjoon let out like he was disappointed with the outcome. “Ok but guys-“ Carolina said cutting the subject “Can we discuss the fact that Jin was caught trying to wear my bra yesterday?!” “I SAID I WAS JUST DOING AN EXPERIMENT!!!” Seokjin bursted. “He was probably trying to open it with one hand only... you know, for practice” Yoongi said in a monotone. “Dude, you could have said that, I would help” Taehyung offered. “Wow” Carolina said. “That’s some... kinky shit right there” Namjoon pointed out eating his lunch.

The group can seem a little odd to the outside viewers but they all had a lot in common. Carolina and Taehyung had practically been raised together, their parents were friends for a lifetime and to top that they were neighbours. When she came to college though, her schedule didn’t match his, so she wandered around in some clubs trying to spend some time and also to try and find someone to share her apartment with. She would share it with Taehyung, but unfortunately to her he was already doing so with Park Jimin, his best friend. Already on her first week she got lucky to somehow end in a vintage game conference and ended up meeting Jin, a senior in the college who was desperate to get out of the campus dorm and that somehow knew Taehyung. She didn’t have to think much about it to rent her spare room to him, and yes, he was a guy, but her parents were pretty open minded and if he knew Taehyung... well that was a major plus. On her second week she met Namjoon, a nice and shy guy that was friends with Seokjin and usually would sit with them to grab some lunch. She only discovered he was the son of the dean a month later when her group ended up in a mess (a thing they would do a lot!). Yoongi was a different case... she met him because fate once more moved to her favor. In the building she lived, there were more apartments and one of them belonged to Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook (the virgin boy according to Carolina who may or may not have spread that rumor out). How she discovered that? Well, Jin asked Namjoon for a ride but turned out that Yoongi was the driver. He was a tough one to crack at first but once she discovered they had the same music taste, they became really close. She would mostly spend her days skipping classes at the radio station of the college, where Yoongi was the main dj. In college they would mainly hangout in the bleachers, because it was sunny and pretty far of the rest of the college population. If it was a cold or rainy day, well, they would go to the lounge area to chill and eat something. If it was after classes, always Jin and Carolina’s apartment since they tried it once at Yoongi’s (he isn’t much of going out of the house) but Carolina arrived and Jungkook was casually eating cereals in his pajamas and well, let’s just say she didn’t understood why he was there in the first place. Despite them being super tired already, the day continued on and they still had a couple of classes in the afternoon. The sun made them feel sleepy so when they had to get up to go to class, it seemed more like a herd of zombies walking down the halls. The boys had this protective habit of walking Carolina to her class and once she entered the door they would all disperse, going on with their lives.

Carolina had decided to take her usual trip to the broom closet. She gained this habit in her first week and it became more and more regular when some sketches started to appear on the walls and on the door. It intrigued her. As far as she knew, she was the only habitant of the broom closet in the arts department and those drawings felt like gifts and the smell of cigarettes made it more appealing each time. She was dying to find whom it could be. Unfortunately for her, she had to return to her class of photography. She wasn’t really excited today. What was the point of having a class like that and not photograph? She didn’t need to know how many pixels there were in how many centimeters so, inspired by the sketches in the broom closet, she scribbled on her own notebook. And everything was fine until she heard 'pop quiz next week' coming out from the teacher's mouth. Her mind began racing and she looked around to see from whom she could manage to get some info for the quiz. She really had no choice.

“Psstt, virgin boy!” Carolina called out to Jungkook. Despite unfamiliar, he was the more familiar face she had in that class. Once he turned around, she continued. “Can you borrow me your notebook real quick?” She whispered to him. “Why?” He asked, genuinely confused. They weren’t friends and for what he remembered not even once she was nice to him. “Dude, just help me out. I have zero things written down.” He looked at her not following why she would care and he was about to speak but shut his mouth. “Fine, but you owe me one.” He passed her his notebook that she grabbed firmly, not letting go of his gaze. “That’s not how it works virgin boy.” He couldn’t help but snort. He was so tired of the virgin boy rumor and he was 100% sure she was the one spreading it. He just didn’t know why. “Uhuh, just hurry up.” “If I want to.” Carolina teased harder. “So what? You’re keeping my notebook?” He arched his eyebrow, a smirk showing in his lips. “Why? Is there something here I can’t see?” She asked, interest and curiosity rising from what secrets she could find in his book. “Browse away, but if you just want to keep something mine, I can bring you a sweater. At least is comfier.” He teased. “Is that you flirting with me, virgin boy?” She pressed on his new nickname, making him snort once again. “You wish. Just hurry,” he turned back to the board. “or neither of us will pass the pop quiz next week. I need to write down what she’s saying.” “Here.” She said taking the last picture and handing him the notebook. “And hurry up writing it down cause I need the rest of it!” Once the class was over, Jungkook gathered his things and left. He had volleyball practice tonight so he wanted to go home and rest but as he was about to leave the main hall he heard someone call his name. “Hey, virgin boy! You forgot the rest of the notes.” Carolina said almost skipping to catch him. “Really? I think I got everything she said.” He played dumb. “No dumbass, you forgot to pass them on to me.” “Oh, I don’t think I did.” “But you did.” Carolina pushed back and he smirked. “Nope.” “Seriously, can you just stop this... thing and give me the notes? I really need them and you’re the most organized one so far” “Well maybe if you were nicer and stopped calling me virgin boy…” “Oh so it affects you that much huh?” She narrowed her eyes looking at him, trying to figure out if he was a virgin or not. "You are the one losing here sweetheart. Anyway, you still have a week." He turned around ready to leave but was stopped. “Woah!” Carolina held his arm. “First of all, you should work on that pet name thing virgin boy, ‘sweetheart’ is a major turn off... but anyways! Just-“ She let out a long sigh. “Borrow me your notes, I swear I’ll be quick” “Not today.” He got loose of her hold and started walking towards the exit. “Fine. Just know that I’m kinda resentful sometimes.”

As Jungkook walked off, Carolina was ready to punch someone into a locker but she knew there was no use in getting in trouble over him. Instead she was planning on wasting all her rage at the volleyball practice later on. The halls were all empty and Namjoon found himself wandering through the corridor he already knew like the back of his hand. He wasn’t in the mood for how the rest of his day was about to end but he also knew there was no use in postponing this any further, so he walked into the dean’s office – or better yet, his dad’s office. 

“Son, you’re lat- what clothes are those?” Dean Kim frowned immediately as soon as he saw the clothes his son was wearing. “My going out clothes? Why? There’s something wrong?” He asked looking at himself, from head to toe. “I told you this dinner was important, I needed you in more formal attires.” He said sternly. “I don’t have anything more formal than this dad… I’m just in college.” Namjoon sighed, trying to contain his temper from coming out. “And besides, nobody will even notice me, I’m sure!” He added trying to lighten the mood. “Either way, we don’t have time to change now. Your mother is coming too so we’ll have to go pick her up.” He said without even looking at his son, already picking up his briefcase. “Mom is coming? Why?” “Because it looks better in the pictures if she’s there.” He paused. “You already know these stuff.” “No, I don’t. I don’t know why you two have to keep pretending… Don’t you see it’s a burden for mom?” Namjoon said sadly. It hurt his heart to see his mom sad and for a lot of years, that was the only look he seen in her face. “I don’t think this matter really concerns you.” He said in a cold tone. “Yes it does dad. God!” Namjoon let out frustrated, sitting down on one of the puffy chairs. “I’m your son and I have to see this act go on and how it hurts all of us… This is not right. Can’t we just- I don’t know… Let’s just go the two of us.” “I already said. This is not up for discussion. Since when do you stand up to my word? Those friends of yours…” The dean basically spat. He didn’t approve of his son’s friends ever since the first time they all came into his office for a prank they pulled and the hole cafeteria had to be evacuated. “This has nothing to do with my friends. I stand up for what is right and you would know that if you paid more attention to the real me, not the perfect son you created in your mind.” “Why can’t you just have a good record, study hard so that you have a bright future?! I just want what is best for you. One day you’ll realize that.” “And I do that. I study hard, I have great grades. The only thing lacking for you is appearances.” Namjoon spat, hurt by his father’s words. “You could dress better. You look like a delinquent in those baggy clothes. I’ll ask your mother to take you out shopping soon. Now we have to go.” “Sure thing… dad.” Namjoon said in a quitting tone, following his father to the car.

He just wanted this night to end but it hadn’t even started. Ever since he was little, he doesn’t remember a moment where his mother was truly happy with his father. Since early, she decided it would be best to be a stay-at-home mom and take care of Namjoon and his little sister. Mr. Kim was making more than enough money being an university dean to take care of the whole family so why work? But that made Namjoon's mom become more and more unhappy and she didn’t have the strength to get away from the depending relationship she had with her husband. When she finally managed to find herself a job and ask for divorce, Mr. Kim found a way to continue controlling her. After all, what kind of strong and powerful family is one that isn’t able to hold a marriage? Namjoon just wanted to see his mom happy but it was still far from being capable of such things.

As Namjoon's continued to go disastrously, Jungkook and Carolina were already at their volleyball practice and coach decided it would be a good idea to mix the teams up. Boys and girls all against each other. Unfortunately, Jungkook wasn’t lucky enough to be put in the same team as Carolina and she had a lot of anger inside that she needed to let out and what better way than smashing some balls? Coach even said he wished she could play with the boy’s team this Saturday due to how roughly and determinedly she was playing. That was until she finally managed to throw a ball directly into Jungkook's face, that made him go straight to the floor with a bloody nose. He didn’t thought he could have such an impact on the girl. It were just some stupid notes... how would she react like if she was dumped? He thought that to himself and decided it was better to do some peace offerings after practice. So when the time came to hit the lockers, he got ready as fast as he could and waited for her to get out. In all ways, he found the situation funny that she could be so uptight.

"So I guess practice wasn't good enough to unload your rage?" Jungkook asked with a grin on his face, grabbing Carolina's arm since she decided to pretend he didn't exist. “Better take your hands off if you don’t wanna see what’s left of that rage” "Oh c'mon are you seriously mad because I didn't give you my notes?" He almost snorted. "Yes I am” She said serious. "I can give them to you if it would stop your hulk mode." “No need” "I see you also have a big pride" He teased harder. “No I just have an intolerance to bitchy people. Now if you’ll excuse me” She said, starting to walk away. "I don't actually." He grabbed her arm once more, making her spin back to him. "I'm the bitchy one? Really?" "What do you even want, virgin boy? Tell me cause I’m kinda losing my patience here” Carolina said. She was close to losing her temper and even closer at punching him in the face. "You are the one acting like a child and you have the guts to say I'm bitchy. You need to swallow that temper of yours. If you want the notes just tell me instead of this." Jungkook said, done with her way of talking, making her laugh acidly. "Listen, sweetheart, i asked you once maybe twice for the notes, i won’t ask for them again. And the one being childish is clearly you. You came to offer your notes, I said no, but for some reason you don’t let me go” She never once lost eye contact, done with his behavior. “I call that childish behaviour. Either you state what you want or leave me be” "Fine." Jungkook snorts and leaves.

Jungkook was pissed off so as soon as he got home, he got inside his room and decided it was best to just sleep. On the other hand, on campus, Hyori was trying hard to study for one of her upcoming exams but her phone and a boy was keeping her unfocused.  Deo was on her bed, trying to read a book she had just bought but the constant beeping was making her stress and although she didn’t want to pry, she couldn’t stop herself from asking.

“Why is your phone always beeping?” Deo asked. Hyori’s phone had been beeping for the past half hour nonstop and it wasn’t the usual routine the girl would do when she studied. “Oh!” She says turning around to face her roommate, a blush already creeping in her cheeks. “It’s just this boy from my bio class.” “A boy?” Deo asked putting down her book and crossing her legs in the bed, paying full attention to the conversation now. “It’s no big deal so don’t make a big deal out of it! But yes, he’s cute and his name is Jeonghan.” “How can I not make a big deal out of this when you say he’s cute and you’re putting your studies on pause to answer him?” Deo said overly excited. “What are you talking about?” “Seriously, it’s no big deal. He’s just super friendly that’s all.” Hyori let’s out a laugh, a nervous one. “If somehow it happens to be something more, I will let you know, don’t worry.” “Do you have a date yet?” The smaller girl wiggled her eyebrows teasingly making Hyori roll her eyes but laugh right after. “What’s up with you though? I could see you furrowing your brows and thinking hard on your bed.” She said more serious now. “It’s just this book… so intriguing.” “I’m sure it is…” Hyori said eyeing the girl to see if she could figure her out. “You know what’s funny? I have like a million texts of Jimin asking me why you won’t talk to him.” “He is such an annoying ass.” Deo whispered more to herself. “You know his friend, Taehyung?” “The artsy one?” Hyori asked raising her eyebrow. “Yeah, the one with blue hair. You know I can’t stand him and today Jimin just came to me with him like ‘oh hey guys you are best friends!’ No we’re not!!” Deo let out a long and hard sigh. “It pisses me off. He already knows I don’t like him but he keeps pushing.” “And why is that exactly? That you don’t like him?” "I can't believe you're going to analyze me now... I think you should drop out of psychology” Deo said trying to ease the mood but Hyori’s face stayed still. “Well, first of all, he's a weirdo. Just the other day he came to Jimin saying that the light bill was getting too high that he needed to watch out for the lights he forgot to turn off. Bro, we live in the dorms!" She rolled her eyes, annoyed of thinking back to that moment. "And the real reason I think it is because I'm jealous?" “Jealous of Jimin or… Taehyung?” Hyori asked in a suggesting tone and made Deo snort. “Why would I be jealous of Taehyung?!” She asked confused. “Of Taehyung… for no big deal. Now, of Jimin… well, the way I see it, maybe you’re having a moment of ‘why this loopy head guy is messing with my emotional’?” “I don’t see it… I just don’t understand why Jimin likes him so much. I mean, I’m his best friend too! I should be enough… I know it’s not fair.” “Yes, he’s a little- how can I say… weird? Out of the box? Anyways, he can be that but he is kinda funny in his own way… And Jimin speaks highly of him, he’s always saying he’s a great friend and moral support, so even if you don’t like the dude, just maybe tolerate him for Jimin? You know you love Jimin.” “I smiled at the dude today!” Deo said in defeat. “I won’t be disrespectful towards him because that wasn’t how I was raised but I can’t stand his face.” “That’s either called love or pure ‘I want to have sex with you’ you know?” Hyori said with a big smirk in her face. “How- I don- Ok you know what! Just go back to studying and texting the cute boy.” Deo said sticking her tongue out to her and picking back her book. “Ok scratch that, it’s more ‘I madly want to have sex with him’” She laughs lightly. “But hey, I’m not judging! The dude is weird but is super handsome!” “I DON’T WANT TO!” Deo protested, throwing a pillow at the other girl’s head. "And you know what? The girls I'm tutoring said pretty good stuff about him too… his hands are THAT big for a reason" Hyori continued teasing. “DUDE!” Deo hid her face in one of her pillows, flustered. “Do you think he’s good at it though? Because he has the fame but you never know.” “Oh I’m pretty sure he knows what he’s doing.” “I think you are the one who has a crush huh? Loopy is your type then?” “Loopy is super handsome yes, but I’m more of a smartass kind of girl.” Hyori said, slowly in the last part, thinking of what her type would be. “Loopy is more your type really.” “Just… don’t ok! And don’t give Jimin any ideas. And stop having ideas too!” “Will you start talking to Jimin again?” “Yes… you know I can’t stay mad for long.” “Then it’s a secret.” She winked and laughed hard right after because Deo pretended to throw her book to her head like she did with the pillow.

But that talk really made Deo think. It wouldn’t be fair for Jimin to wait until the next morning for them to talk again and it shouldn’t be something done by the phone either. So she decided to drop by their dorms. Hoseok was the hall security so that wouldn’t be a problem for her to reach their door. She put on some sweat pants and went out with her pj shirt. Who cared? She knocked on their door and soon it opened. It was Jimin.

“Hey, sorry to drop by this late…” Deo started and Jimin immediately involved her in a big hug. “I should be the one giving the hug you know.” She chuckled. “Why were you mad at me today?” Jimin asked with a pout. “Can you…” she pointed at the door signaling him to close it and he did so. “I just- I’m sorry. I was being childish just because I’m jealous of all the attention you give Taehyung. I promise I’ll work harder to be nice to your friend.” “You could’ve just stopped at the sorry but I’ll make you keep the last part!” He gave her a big smile when she rolled her eyes. “You are an ass.” She said trying to maintain a straight face but failed miserably. “Do you wanna come in? We were just watching a movie!” Jimin said already opening the door and turning to Taehyung. Somehow they managed to hang an old projector in one of the walls over the bed and were watching the movie like they were in the cinema. They had popcorn and everything. “Oh no! I look like shit! These are my pjs!” “Hey Taetae, look! Deo is here!” “Hey there!” Taehyung gives a little wave with his hand. “Bro can I press play already? I hate to pause it in the middle of an important dialogue.” He looked frustrated to Jimin. “Sorry!” He turned to Deo once more. “Do you wanna watch the move with us?” “Oh I don-“ “Effort remember?” Jimin almost whispered to her. “Sure. Do you mind?” Deo asked now to Taehyung. “It’s ok, but please don’t make me back up to the beginning of the movie.” “I won’t!” She said almost rising her hands up. “I’m clicking play already! Shut the lights Jimin!” Taehyung said turning his attention to the screen. “Go sit!” Jimin ordered Deo, pointing to the bed but she stood still. She didn’t want to have to sit in the middle of the boys. “C’mon!!” “Popcorn?” Taehyung asked, pushing the bowl towards her. All she could think about was that silly conversation she had with Hyori about his hand and she found herself blushing from the thoughts that crossed her mind with the boy right next to her. “No, I’m good…. But thanks.” As someone who didn’t care much about hands and their beauty, she had to admit, his hands were just something. “I want!” Jimin said breaking the imaginary tension and shoving his hand down the bowl and taking a hand full straight to his mouth. For the rest of the movie, Taehyung kept on making comments about the hole aesthetic of the movie while the other two remained in silence, watching. Once it ended, they decided they would enjoy the final credits and the music that came in, Jimin already had his head on Deo's lap and was close to falling asleep because she had been playing with his hair for the longest time. "See? This is the kind of movies that make me regret chosing performative arts." Deo said after a big sigh, with a frown in her face. “Why?” Taehyung turned his body so that he was facing her directly. "Oh well... there's a lot of things I like to do and it gets hard to having to choose only one to do. It's like choosing between kids you know? I like photography, but I also like dancing and singing and I also really like movies so how am I suppose to pick one?" “It’s not that hard if you are open minded enough to be a lot of people at the same time. I don’t think I want to do just one thing for the rest of my life...” "I don't think that either but I meant more like in learning. These majors are too expensive for me to take every single one I like." “Hm.. you just have to choose the one you identify yourself most, not thinking you will be giving up the others. That’s what I think” Taehyung said after a long time of looking at the ceiling, thinking. "That's a good way of thinking" “Why are you so quiet?” Taehyung asked curious to Jimin. It wasn't much like him to be quiet. "Oh no reason! I was just thinking along with your conversation! When I was little I used to get picked on a lot by my family because I liked to dance but I also like football so anything is possible. I'm having the best of both worlds." He chuckles. “Yeah, I remember” Taehyung laughs along with him, thinking about those moments from their childhood. "So yeah, anything is possible" Jimin said getting up from Deo's lap just to pinch her nose right after. "As long as you work hard for it!" "That's also a good way of thinking. Never knew you could be that wise Jimin." Deo said teasingly. "But anyway, it's getting late so I should get going." “Working hard remembers me of the review I have to write due tomorrow” Taehyung sighed, making the others laugh. “There’s never a chill out moment without paperworks to do after” "Do you need me to walk you to your dorm?" Jimin asked to Deo. He didn't like it when she would wander around campus late at night. "Oh no! Thanks for the popcorns" She said to Taehyung as she got out of the bed. "Sure, anytime!" Taehyung showed off his boxy smile. "See you tomorrow babe." Deo put herself on her tiptoes and gave Jimin a tight hug, walking to the door right after.

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1. If you could write any canon character, which would it be and why?

Hm. I’m not sure. I have roleplayed a couple of canons before, but I find it harder to keep the muse for them. I could probably do Elsa okay, I could jump between her locked in the castle personality and her open, welcoming character post-film, which might help, but the inconsistencies in her Over-powered Powers annoy me, so I think I’d add a few limitations in there.

2. Favourite Disney movie?

Maybe Aladdin because Robin Williams is of course amazing and so perfect in that role~ Ohh but there’s also Atlantis.. And Dumbo! Aw no... Let’s just call this my top three before I get carried away >w>

3. Least favourite MCU character?

I haven't seen the more recent ones, so, I can't take into account characters like Thanos or Dr. Strange or, whoever else they've been bringing in. So out of what I've seen, I'd have to go with Bruce Banner/The Hulk.

It seemed in the earlier films that they didn't give much attention to Banner. They were all over using the Hulk to make bits interesting, but Bruce was boiled down to "quiet smart guy who CaN TuRN inTo THE HULK" so, yeah.

And the hulk himself later did like a 180° change for me. In his stand-alone film I think Hulk says like 3 words, maximum. Then rarely talks in his appearances in the other avengers brand films. Cool. We had "Puny God" and that was a-okay. One short, memorable, funny quote seems perfect.

But then what was all that when Whedon got his hands on it? (I mean don't get me started on that, I am really reigning myself back here but) They start off needing ways to calm Hulk down enough to get him back inside and give control back to Bruce, fair enough. But then like... He winds up not letting go of Bruce's body even though he isn't enraged anyway? And suddenly he's emotional enough and smart enough to take- what was it a plane? And seperate himself off from everyone and look all solemnly at Natasha before he does it or something?

Obviously my memory of it isn't great, honestly I stopped paying attention after Natasha's "I'm a monster- not because I was raised in a heartless environment full of violence and raised to literally kill people, that bit's whatever- but because they took away my fertility and now I can't have babies." speech. And that's the last MCU film I watched. I didn't want anything to do with them after seeing what Joss Whedon did with the characters and the overarching plotline and... Everything. x') So I might have gotten some of the hulk stuff wrong.

(I did watch Deadpool though, that I enjoyed~)

4. If you had to create any new character, what occupation would they have?

Ooo good question.

I think something proactive, where they could seek other characters out, but.. I'd kinda like a bad guy~ Someone who lies so much for their job, they have a dual personality to work with. They can be your smiling friendly neighbour, wishing you well on your holiday, then turn around and grit his teeth because this poses a major problem for his mission, and he can't lose his target, so now he has to follow, but he can't do that as your happy neighbour, no, you know he isn't going on holiday, certainly not today, not on your flight, not to the same ski lodge you're going to. No, he has to make a new cover- maybe say his neice phoned him with a family emergency and he'll be leaving to go be with her a while. Then shed this identity, find out where his target is going, quickly pose as some other tourist who blends into the background and get to the lodge first, all the while planning out some plausible skiing accident he can set up.

Wow that got more detailed than I expected x'D I think I just reinvented hitman, whoops.

5. Favourite sport?

[Image ID: Kiki from Kiki’s Delivery Service, laughing hysterically.]

My biggest concern when I'm on my feet is not falling over so, obviously sports aren't really my deal. x')

I used to swim a lot when I was a kid, I loved that, but, don't do it now.

And I'm not really into watching sports either tbh. Most of it seems over-hyped. Most football teams (real football, it is not soccer. The hint is in actual football, the ball, is hit, with your feet. Picking it up and running with it and then sometimes kicking it does not qualify as football, come on USA. Your thing is closer to Rugby than Football.)

Anyway most teams aren't much better or worse than any other if you actually watch objectively, which makes it look like they both suck because they're too well matched to score goals more than once in a blue moon.

Rugby I don't really understand the appeal of either. Scrums are weird and it wouldn't be entirely bizarre to see a guy walking away from the game with blood down his face and an ear in his hand. You'd almost expect him to stick the ear on ice and be back in a few minutes with his bandages on.

Really the only sports than interest me are the gymnastic types. Ice skating is good for a while but it can start getting dull if you don't have people willing to break the mould a bit. (Which is why I absolutely love the free skate bit. Where they aren't being scored and they just do whatever the hell they want, omg I live for that)

Floor routines are awesome, the pommel horse and rings are usually a little samey for me but the one with those two bars at different heights, that's fun to watch~ there's a little more variety there.

(And I don't wanna hear anyone in the replies saying these aren't sports, every example there including figure skating is a separate event in the Olympics, so. There.)

6. What’s your dream car?

I don’t really have one. At this point in my life I don’t actually have the option to learn to drive so I haven’t really thought about it. My only criteria is, it has to have a nice face. x)

Since I was tiny I have always seen cars as faces. The headlights would be eyes, and usually the number plate would be the mouth, but some cars have other stuff like a grill that might be the mouth instead. So like...

This would be a grumpy car with a pig-like nose and frown.. Actually those look like jowels either side of the mouth part. It looks kind of like a bulldog. X’)

And this would be a happy car. That black part around the number plate it wide and smile-shaped, and the headlights- rounded on top and straighter on the bottom, like the little creases we get when we scrunch up our eyes laughing~

This car looks like someone just said something really stupid to it, and it is not impressed, and lets the silence hang not knowing what to say.

Happy car

Terminator car

Happy car but in a mean way.. Like it’s on its way to cause mayhem or poking fun at someone. You get the general idea -w-

7. A movie that you think should have a sequel?

Hmm... this is a toughie.

8. A movie sequel that you think should be deleted from existence?

I don’t remember which number it was or even the title, but the Shrek sequel where Shrek like, hates having kids so much he makes a deal to change time? And Fiona winds up as like a vicious warrior leader because no-one ever saved her from the tower, and rumplestiltskin is in it? What even was that...

9. Design your dream outfit using this game ?

I wouldn’t say this really is my dream outfit, but from the options on offer~

(also discounting the enormous hair bun >w>;)

10. Favourite fairytale?

I’m not sure if this actually counts as a fairytale, but I love the story of the jolly roger. That classic skull and crossbones flag has a story behind it that a lot of people don’t know.

In a nutshell, a man (i guess a pirate) develops an intense crush on a young woman, who is about to get married. But just before her wedding, she dies. She is buried, but the man doesn’t take death for an answer. He digs her up and has sex with her body. When he’s done, a disembodied voice speaks to him, telling him that he has basically impregnated this corpse, and to come back in nine months.

For some reason, he does. He digs up the woman again. And sat below her pelvis is a small skull and two bones. The disembodied voice tells him to take these bones with him on his ventures, and they will bring him luck.

It’s bizarre, and kinda gross, and.. I dunno if being rewarded for sexually desicrating a corpse is the best moral? x’) But I was amazed when I heard this story, because I’d had no idea there was this whole tale behind the flag~ and I still love that it exists~

11. Create an avatar of your favourite muse using this creator? ?

First, it’s so cruel to ask me to pick my favourite child how dare you >w> haha

I went with Chester though because he’s the one I’m usually most connected to.

I can’t think of anyone I want to tag right now (at least not anyone who hasn’t probably done this already), but I’ll put the new 11 questions for anyone who does feel like doing this~ :) __

1. What’s one thread/plot you really want to do that you haven’t had chance to yet?

2. What is the reason for, or meaning behind, your blog icon?

3. Do you have any pets? Tell us a bit about them!

4. What is one thing you would never want to change about your appearance?

5. There is an ultra secret spy group, and you’ve just uncovered their existence. Now they say that you must either work for them, or they’ll find a permanent way to keep you quiet. What kind of work would you offer to do for them?

6. If you met your muse in real life, how do you think the two of you would get along? (multi-muse blogs, pick one of your muses at random.)

7. You have been given a huge budget to remake one film in your own vision. You can change anything, add anything, choose the cast, you have no limits. What would you do?

8. What is one skill you wish you could automatically master?

9. A genie offers you a deal. An unlimited lifelong supply of one food of your choice... But, you have to sacrifice your ability to chew. Does any food still tempt you?

10. What do you think is the funniest animal?

11. Share one memory you have that makes you happy to think about~

#literally anyone can do this #and you can tag me in it too if you want #even if we've never interacted #I love reading posts like these #x) #ooc #long post #I loved the game questions on this btw! #I've never seen anyone include something like that before #it was fun! #illicreatxm

[omilove]

Stud-Chapter 1

Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Future smut (I mean literal sin)

Co-writer: @livingtheoklife

Chapter One

Brian…

Poor Brian was a freshly out of the closet college student who was friends with the most open homosexual couple at their university. Freddie Mercury an Imperial art student and John Deacon an electronics student at Chelsea College. For the longest time, Brian was just the poodle that trailed behind them both, being the third wheel. Now, Freddie refuses to let Brian third wheel after he came out to Deaky and Freddie. So now on this rainy Thursday evening,  Brian was being pushed toward a bar. The bright sign outside the door read “Innuendo”. Brian prayed that this was just a pub, that they were just going to get a few drinks and then go home. Freddie approached the bouncer.

“Welcome back boys. Go on in.” The bouncer said. Freddie and Deaky were making their way in, Brian keeping his head down but the bouncer stopped him.

“Password?” He asked. Brian looked up at Freddie and Deaky who left him behind.

“Eh... I’m with Freddie.” Brian mumbled.

“He didn’t mention you bud so again password?” Brian was shaking like a leaf in autumn. He was about to turn around and call a cab but a familiar blond stepped up next to him. The bouncer opened the door for the stranger but the blond leaned in, “For further reference mate, the password is Misfire.” He shot a quick wink before walking inside the bar. He looked up at the bouncer who was holding the door open.

“I..I didn’t say the password?”

“You don’t need to. If Rogerina talks to you then you are welcomed in.” Brian was slightly confused but he didn’t let the offer drift off into the air. He quickly walked into the bar where he was surrounded by shirtless men galore. He felt his face quickly heat up at the sight. He was glued to the spot until he noticed Freddie, sitting at the bar with his lover. He quickly made his way over, keeping his gaze on the floor.

“There you are Bri! Where did you wander off to?” Deaky asked.

“You guys left me outside.” He mumbled his response.

“What did you say, dear, the music is quite loud?” Brian scuffed, dismissing the question. He ordered a drink before sitting on a stool next to Freddie.

“So why are we here again Fred?” Brian asked.

“You should find someone dear. Get some experience in this new world!” He exclaimed.

“He also wants you to meet one of his friends from school.” Deaky said. Brian just nodded and continued to sip on his mixed drink. Brian used this time to locate the highlighted areas, the bathroom, all the exits, the stage. After a few minutes had gone by he looked over at Freddie and Deaky, both talking to the bartender.

“Freddie, when am I meeting this friend of yours? I’d really like to go home.” Freddie glanced up to the clock, “He has his performance in about 2 minutes. We can sit at the bar or try to go up by the stage?” Freddie asked.

“I’d prefer to just stay where I’m at.” Brian said.

“Ok love.”

With Freddie’s exact timing the lights around the pub dimmed and the pole in the center of the stage was surrounded by bright lights. A figure moved toward the pole but he couldn’t get a good view until they stepped into the light. There was a girl at the pole in a slutty schoolgirl outfit, Brian was confused.

‘Isn’t this a gay bar?’ He asked himself. Both Deaky and Fred turned to look at the stage.

“Fred, I thought this was a gay bar? Why is there a girl dancing at the pole.” Freddie choked on his drink before he started laughing hysterically. Deaky, who was trying to keep his cool was also laughing.

“What? I’m serious!”

“Bri have you ever heard of Drag?” Deaky asked.

“No.”

“Oh, this is going to be an event. That up there is the all famous Ms. Rogerina. Also known as Roger Taylor, a guy.” It finally clicked in Brian’s head.

“Ohh.”

“Just watch the show dear. You may enjoy it.” Freddie winked at him before watching Rogerina. Brian turned his focus on the performance on stage. He watched as she moved around the pole, her skirt flying up in an attempt to tease the crowd. Brian couldn’t deny that it was a very hot performance but the drag part of the performance was still confusing to him.

A few songs and strip teases later her performance was done. Freddie and Deaky both stood whistling and clapping.

“Let’s go meet her backstage!” Freddie exclaimed, grabbing both Deaky and Brian. Both men were quickly dragged through the backstage door to where the blonde was sitting.

“Darling that was an amazing performance!” Freddie grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Great performance.” Deaky added. Brian was stuck in place, he had no idea what to say. Does he introduce himself, tell him about how great his performance was, or tell him how hot and bothered he was during that whole performance. Instead, he didn’t say anything but just stared at her. She faced Brian, walking over to him.

“Now, who's this? Oh, wait...I remember I got you in.” She said twirling a piece of Brian’s hair with her finger, ”What's your name, stud?” Brian looked up at Deaky and Freddie as an escape but both had a shitty smirk on their faces. He looked back down, he glanced into the sharp blue eyes in front of him but couldn’t hold the gaze. He darted his eyes to the floor before responding.

“I..um..I’m Brian.” He whispered his entire face red. She turned to look at Freddie.

“So this is the famous Brian you've been telling me about, you are right though, Fred dear, he is as handsome as you say.” She looked back at Brian, a smirk on her face. “It's nice to meet you, Brian.” She placed a kiss on Brian’s cheek, before turning on her heels making her way back the mirror. Brian felt like he was going to pass out from the amount of blood flowing to his head.

“I'll make sure to put this stud on the all-access list, I would like to see your sexy face more often.” She winked at him.

“This really isn’t my scene.” Brian whispered.

“You learn to love it.” She rested a hand on Freddie’s shoulder, “Closet case or a freshie?” She asked Fred. He had zero clue what she was asking but could only assume it is about him.

“Fresh out, about a week or two now.” Freddie responded, staring at the small blonde next to him.

“That's what I thought.” She giggled, ”Well I have to get back on the floors, drink duty tonight!” She finished touching up her makeup before skipping over to the backstage door.

“See yah later Freddie, Deaky, and it was a pleasure meeting you stud.” And like that she was gone out the door.

“You alright Bri?” Deaky asked.

“Can we go get a drink.” He croaked out. The other two boys giggled before they locked their arms with Brian’s and made there way back out to the bar.

They were back at their spot at the bar. Freddie requested cold water for the three of them. Brian quickly chugged down the water.

“Are you okay Brian?” Freddie said.

“Yeah, just ready to go home.”

“Stay, just for a bit longer!” Deaky demanded. Brian groaned in annoyance.

“Yeah, stay, the pub doesn’t close for another hour yah know.” Brian heard the familiar voice. The blush crept up his neck again, he glanced to his left to see the yellow and pink tie.

“That gives me an hour to get home.” Brian responded.

“Aw, come on.” She begged, ”I like you, please stay.”

Brian whined, “Okay.” He kept his gaze toward the floor. He didn’t want to give any different type of reaction. He heard a glass being set down in front of him and he looked up taking a sip of the water.

“Okay.” She giggled, stepping behind the bar to grab a drink for herself.

“Freddie and I are going to.. Eh.. talk with some friends. Don’t leave without us.” Deaky told Brian as he was being dragged away by Freddie. He sat up to look at his friend.

“That’s ok, I’ll be here.” He said.

“Thanks love!” Deaky responded before taking off with his boyfriend to a different part of the club. He didn’t want to know where and what they were going to do so he turned back to the bar where a set of baby blue eyes met his.

“So,” She blushed, her finger circled around her glass, “what’s your major?”

“Astrophysics, you?” He asked.

“Biology.” She smiled, looking down at her glass.

“I.. eh, I have to say your performance earlier was very,” He paused, unsure what was the best way to respond, “cute?” He didn’t want to come off as rude or pushy. But she clearly did not see it that way, instead she bursted out in laughter.

“You’re so adorable!” She cooed. Brian’s face went red in embarrassment. He took a sip of water and kept his eyes on the counter. He didn’t want to be awkward but her presence and voice were doing things to him.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed stud.”

“Sorry, just not used to this kind of attention. Not from guys or girls.” Brian said.

“Well, a cutie like you deserves more attention.”

“Thank you, Rogerina. You are very kind.”

‘and sexy.’ Brian said to himself.

“What do you do in your free time? Besides getting dragged places by Freddie and Deaky?” She snickered.

“Not really anything, mostly work.” He clarified.

“Mmm, I do pretty much the same, work, work, and more work.” She said, adjusting her hair.

“Yeah, but your job seems more interesting.” Brian laughed and added, “So why this type of job? Not to be offensive! I’m just curious.”

“Don't worry about it love, I get that question a lot, I would come here when I was still in the closet and became friends with Tim, the manager, and the other girls they convinced me to get a job here, it was something I was skeptical about but then when I started performing and dressing up...I felt free for the first time in a long time.” Rogerina said she placed her hand on Brian’s. He wanted to move his hand to intertwine their fingers but he kept his hand offly tense.

“That’s amazing,” He smiled, “Uh, so would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow? I mean if you are busy that is totally fine or if you just don’t want to go.” Brian mumbled the last part.

“I would love to.” She was equally as red as Brian now but Brian had perked up at the response and excitement rushed through his body.

“Really! What time works best for you!” He said, he knew he was being loud but he couldn’t contain his joy.

“Noon works!” She said.

Brian grabbed a napkin and a pen from behind the bar and quickly wrote an address down and his number.

“Meet here and that is my number.” He said, sliding the napkin to her. She quickly looked at it before folding it on sticking it into her bra.

“I’m looking forward to it stud.” She winked at him before walking away. Brian’s eyes followed her until she finally disappeared but his eyes were fixed on his two friends bolting over to him.

“So, you have plans for tomorrow darling?” Freddie was barely containing a laugh.

“It looks like it.” Brian smiled, he couldn’t wait for it.

“Rogerina”

Roger who was making his way towards his night job, parked in the pubs parking lot and made his way towards the front doors. Roger saw a vaguely familiar face, knowing that they went to the same college. Roger walked up to the bouncer who was heckling the boy.

Roger stopped next to the tall boy and the bouncer leaned in towards Brian and whispered, ”For further reference mate, the password is Misfire.” Roger winked before stepping inside.

Roger was backstage now with the others. He sat at a chair facing a mirror covered in lights. Roger brushed out his long blonde hair, styling it with a curling iron. He listened to the other banter or bicker with one another, giggling every once in a while. Tim, the pub manager, whipped the door open.

“Alright ladies, be done in 20 minutes and Rogerina dear you'll be the first one to go, then you're in drink duty.”

“Lovely.” Roger grinned as he started to do his makeup.

Surprisingly, Roger got done just in time, he was in his most iconic look that drove the others crazy. He slipped on his high heels and walked to the side of the stage, seeing the metal pole in the middle of it. The lights in the pub grew dark and a spotlight was directed towards the middle of the stage. That was her cue as she walked out promiscuously towards the pole. Her blonde hair had two black and white Polka dot bows placed perfectly on the sides of her head. He white shirt was unbuttoned rather sexually, her pink and yellow tie tied lazily. Her black skirt barely surpassed her thighs. Rogerina's school girl outfit was a crowd favorite and everyone cheered when seeing her. As she got to the middle of the stage, she gripped it, the music started playing, and she swung herself around it. From the crowd she looked weightless, her feminine body definitely worked in her favor with this crowd.

After her performance was done she slipped backstage to make way for another Queen. She sat done, touching herself up as she heard the door to the backstage open. She smiled when she saw Freddie, Deaky, and their friend.

“Darling that was an amazing performance!” Freddie picked up Rogerina's hand to plant a kiss onto it. Always such a gentleman Fred was.

“Great performance.” Deaky smiled.

“Oh thank you Lovies.” Rogerina breathed, she was such a convincing woman it was scary. She planted a kiss on both Freddie's cheek and John's cheek.

“Now, who's this? Oh, wait...I remember I got you in.” Rogerina sauntered over to Brian, twirling one of his hair coils around her pretty finger, ”What's your name, stud?”

“I..um..I’m Brian.” Rogerina turned to Freddie before making a “tsk” noise with her perfectly glossed lips.

“So this is the famous Brian you've been telling me about, you are right though, Fred dear, he is as handsome as you say.” Rogerina turned back to Brian with a smile as warm as the sun. “It's nice to meet you, Brian.” She said before softly kissing Brian's cheek and walking back to her spot.

“I'll make sure to put this stud on the all-access list, I would like to see your sexy face more often.” Rogerina gave Brian a sultry wink.

“This really isn’t my scene.” Brian whispered meekly, making Rogerina smile great big.

“You learn to love it.” She turned to Freddie, putting a hang on his shoulder. “Closet case or a freshie?” She asked in a lingo that went straight over Brian's head.

“Fresh out, about a week or two now.” Freddie answered as she nodded her head.

“That's what I thought.” She giggled, ”Well I have to get back on the floors, drink duty tonight!” She hopped up at of her seat and glided across the dressing room, she was so graceful.

“See yah later Freddie, Deaky, and it was a pleasure meeting you stud.” And like that she was back to work. Rogerina made her rounds before spotting the trio at the bar, making her way over to them, she overheard a snippet of their conversation.

“Stay, just for a bit longer!” Deaky ordered and she heard Brian groan in irritation. She smirked and leaned up against the bar between Deaky and Brian.

“Yeah, stay, the pub doesn’t close for another hour yah know.”

“That gives me an hour to get home.”  

“Aw, come on.” She pouted, ”I like you, please stay.” Rogerina batted her eyelashes in an innocent begging look.

“Okay.” She smiled knowing how flustered she was making Brian, giggling before fetching herself a drink.

“Freddie and I are going to.. Eh.. talk with some friends. Don’t leave without us.” Deaky called as he began to drag Freddie away.

“That’s ok, I’ll be here.”

“Thanks love!” Deaky and Freddie disappeared and Brian turned to look into Rogerina’s eyes.

“So,” Rogerina looked away, a small blush forming on her cheeks. She traced the rim of her glass with her pink varnished finger, ”what’s your major?”

“Astrophysics, you?”

‘God, he’s too cute’ Rogerina thought to herself before she spoke, ”Biology.” She smiled still looking down at her glass.

“I.. eh, I have to say your performance earlier was very,” She looked over at him, her smile turned into a smirk as she cocked her eyebrow. “Cute?” Rogerina instantly burst out into laughter.

“You’re so adorable!” She cooed. Rogerina the sheer embarrassment radiating off of Brian. She placed a soft touch to Brian’s hand.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed stud.” Rogerina reassured.

“Sorry, just not used to this kind of attention. Not from guys or girls.”

“Well, a cutie like you deserve more attention.” She was leaning against the bar and took a swig of her drink.  

“Thank you, Rogerina. You are very kind.”

Rogerina blushed more and started swaying her hips to the music. She looked around looking for Freddie and Deaky, when she saw that they were watching them like hawks, a smirk pulled at her lips. Of course, she had picked up on their intentions instantly, but they could at least be subtle about it. She looked up at Brian again.

“What do you do in your free time?” Rogerina giggled before adding, ”Besides getting dragged places by Freddie and Deaky?”

“Not really anything, mostly work.”

“Mmm,” She hummed with a nod, ”I do pretty much the same, work, work, and more work.” Rogerina shook her head, her hair falling perfectly over her shoulders.

“So why this type of job? Not to be offensive! I’m just curious.” Rogerina placed her hand on his.

“Don't worry about it love, I get that question a lot, I would come here when I was still in the closet and became friends with Tim, the manager, and the other girls they convinced me to get a job here, it was something I was skeptical about but then when I started performing and dressing up...I felt free for the first time in a long time.”

“That’s amazing,” Brian’s smile made her heart flutter, ”Uh, so would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow? I mean if you are busy that is totally fine or if you just don’t want to go.”

Rogerina’s face turned completely red at this, she fiddled with her hair.

“I would love to.” She swallowed, her brain instantly questioned if it was a date or not.

“Really! What time works best for you!” Rogerina giggled at Brian’s enthusiasm.

“Noon works!” Her blue eyes were wide with excitement now. Brian started scribbling on a napkin and promptly slid it over to her.

“Meet here and that is my number.” She takes it, folds it up, and tucks it in her bra with a wink.

“I’m looking forward to it stud.” Rogerina rubbed his shoulder and walked away, her blonde hair bouncing. She could see Deaky and Freddie freaking out in the background, she snickered and disappeared behind the stage.

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[iwannafuckyexiu]

A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH  004

DAMN OCTOPI AND OLD MAN hei hei hei, development on fighting yes.

"I'M—COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" the door glides to the side and All Might comes sauntering through with a peculiar pose, and instantly, the class livens up with thrill.

"KYAAAAA!"

A fangirl (or fanboy?) squeal resounds in the room, mingled between the sound of the students chatting and All Might speaking.

"Izuku was that you?"

"No, it was me."

—an actual conversation that happened, between Izuku and someone.

"So class, I'm your Foundational Heroics Studies teacher!"

"WOOOOOO!"

"We'll be building up your hero foundations through various trials," he explains as the students restlessly move and talk in the background — in which he pays no mind to, "and the first will be the battle trail!"

"Now, go get changed into your hero costumes that you should have given in the blueprints to before the school year began."

"And don't forget that from now on ..."

"You're all heroes!" jabbing his fist in the air, All Might tells them.

、、、

"Woah, her cleavage I'm—" coming out from the changing rooms and setting foot into the battle trail grounds, Y/N's eyes can't help but wander around at everyone's hero costume — first setting eyes on the rock-n-roll girl's revealing clothes that divulge literally half of her boobs.

"The hero course is amazing! " a kid that looks like he's stolen a gisaeng wig exclaims a distance away whilst he makes an effort to look under girls' skirt by pretending to crouch on the ground, rooting about for something he's lost (his sense of shame).

"I second that," Y/N dips his head along to agree before something else deflects his focus away again, "like damn, his abs wow—"

"Oh shit, Izuku you look fuckin' good with that spandex suit."

"Iida, were you inspired by Gundam or something?"

"Man, Uraraka rocking that astronaut suit."

"She definitely looks like the type of girl I'd go for — independent, adorable and pure." If he's fully straight, of course.

"Eh? Your costume's white?" Denki pinches the shoulder patch of your costume, scrutinising up and down at it, inquisitive. Cocking a brow, he lifts his head towards Y/N and questions unsurely, "wouldn't it be ... too obvious at night?"

"This?" Y/N signals at his costume by tugging it, he chokes on his saliva a little as he tries to explain the reasoning behind the colour scheme, "it's because I aspire to be like Kaito Kid."

The bay of his lips yanks into a sardonic smile, continuing his sentence, "—a dumbass thief who wears white even at night and still doesn't get caught."

"Thief?"

"I mean—like, the part where he doesn't get caught," clarifying before Denki envisages too much, Y/N chortles and bristly slaps his back with his palms.

"Ohh."

All Might then comes into everyone's view, brawny and Herculean as always, he gives a concise explanation of what the class will be doing for their lesson today. Everyone vigilantly hearkens on him to not miss even a single word, eyes riveted on his towering outline.

"We're going to be doing a two-on-two team battle!"

"One team will be the villains who will guard a nuclear weapon they intend on deploying and the other team of heroes have to stop them."

"If the heroes manage to capture the villains or reach the nuclear core before time runs out, they win! And vice versa for the villains."

The students set about hurling never-ending questions at him, in which All Might answers most with effortlessness and proficiency. And subsequently, after the Q&A session, All Might fetches out a box from probably his universal pouch and begins having the class get assigned to groups by consecutively taking out a note that has a letter labelled on it.

"Ay, I'm with you guys!" he parades the note in his hand as he saunters towards tail guy and the pair of levitating gloves in the air. "Anyways we haven't really spoken right?" Y/N curls his lips into an amiable grin, he lends a hand forth to their direction.

"Well, I'm L/N Y/N and my quirk's mainly on jumping around and escaping so ..."

"Ah, I'm Hagakure Tooru!" Warmth spreads through his palm as she holds his hand, the girl zestfully introduces herself as well as shaking Y/N's hand at the same time, "my quirk is—my quirk is, well ... basically my form."

"Wait are you uh ... you know," questioning as he points at the area between the gloves and the shoes, prudent not to touch her skin by a fluke, Y/N exempts his curiosity from his mind that has been incinerating for quite a while.

To Y/N's embarrassment, Tooru's actually rather frank and open, she doesn't mind much about the fact that she's undressed before a horde of people. She hoots with laughter and says with no burden, "Hahahhah, yeah!"

"Brave," Y/N asserts the title of 'even shameless than the grape kid in a good way' to her internally whilst he poses up a big thumbs up for her.

"What about you?" Hagakure twirls to the tail guy — from the looks of the direction her shoes and gloves are pointing towards — and questions him.

"Ojiro Mashirao and my quirk is my tail."

"It looks sturdy and strong!" Hagakure chirps up, she bends lower to the side to observe the rattling tail even closer.

"I bet it can just swoop people away in one lash," Y/N adds and makes a 'whoosh' din from his lips to mimic the situation.

"Ahah," to the two's praises, Ojiro only humbly chuckles and evades commenting by stating, "but it looks like everyone in this class is very capable."

"True."

All Might selects Team A and Team D to go for the first round of the battle trials, Team A with Izuku and Uraraka being the heroes and Team D with Katsuki and Iida acting as the villains. Izuku's entire body literally wavers for a second when his eyes meet with Katsuki's crimson irises that are igniting in the enthusiasm to fight.

This is going to be a heated battle, with Izuku and Katsuki on opposing sides — Katsuki is most likely going to be aiming the majority of his offences towards Izuku, but the latter is not going to back down this time at the looks of his determined posture. But Iida and Uraraka are not to be underestimated too, with Iida's admirably logical mind and Uraraka's quirk — which can be a deciding factor to their victory or defeat.

Not bothered to sprint over to Izuku, Y/N only yells from his spot, hands cupped around his mouth, "Good luck, Izuku!"

"I'll get you a tub of All Might endorsed ice cream if you win!" he adds, triumphant with the bashful expression he received from Izuku when he feels shrewd and bitter gaze. The point of his ears burn up as he faces the gaze and he mentions, "And you too, Katsuki!"

"The latest Playboy magazine!"

"The one with Midnight posing in it!"

"FUCKING SHUT UP! " and Katsuki finally hollers for him stop talking, in which Y/N just grins at him with rascality, disregarding that his face may be a bit flushed from the recalling the event yesterday.

In the surveillance room whilst the heroes and villains enter the battleground, armed and mostly prepared. A voice passionately commentates on the fight as if it's a football match whilst it happens live.

"And they get ambushed by Katsuki around the corner!"

"Ooh! Izuku counterattacks and Katsuki is down on the floor!"

"Uraraka runs away! She heads towards where Iida is!"

"Back to Izuku, he also runs from a pissed off—I mean angered Katsuki!"

"And Iida brightens up Uraraka's day by performing his act of a villain!"

"Oh oh oh! Uraraka giggled which attracted Iida's attention!"

"And he—mmphMMfph!"

"Please shut up Y/N, we want to watch in peace," the owner of the hand (Y/N should mention that it is well cared for and very smooth) speaks into Y/N's ear from behind — bad idea.

The sudden tickle along his ears ripples shudders down Y/N's spine and on his natural tendency, he clenches his jowl. And tragedy occurs.

Albeit the gnaw wasn't as nasty as Denki thinks, it still hauls out an unpleasant yelp from his lips. Jerking his hand that already has a flushing teeth mark on it by the side, face distorted into a twisted yet hilarious expression, he turns to ask the creator of the mark, "Don't most people lick instead of straight on biting the hand?"

"Instinctive reaction."

"Instinctive," Denki repeats after him doubtfully, one hand clutching the other that's still slightly throbbing in pain.

"Nice job, Izuku! And you too Uraraka-chan!" Y/N swings his hand in the air, waving at them as he shouts at the green and pink silhouettes from afar.

"Despite the hero team winning, does anyone know why Iida is the best player of this battle?" All Might questions the class all of a sudden, and complete silence welcomes him. But eventually, a familiar girl with her familiar cleavage strides forth, lifting her arm up to answer.

"Yaoyorozu?"

"Ooh, it's that girl again!" Y/N whispers to Denki beside him, "her hairstyle stays the same no matter what." Denki raises a brow as he eyes the girl standing out from the crowd, and nods in agreement.

"Bakugou and Midoriya's attacks were too reckless, as they were large-ranged and should not be used indoors. Uraraka didn't keep her guards on in the middle of the fight, which could've been a weak point that the villains can swing at, and her last move was too absurdly dangerous as it's a warhead she's going for; even if it isn't real, she should take it as if she's personally on the scene," Yaoyorozu explains in depth in front of everyone,"All those make Iida stand out with his great adaptation to the situation as well as his development of a counter strategy for his opponents — which should be the most logical thing to do to maintain safety of citizens, the warhead, and himself."

With that utmost intricate explanation, All Might commends her for it, giving her a big praise and thumbs up — because he really didn't presume that she'd observe so much and be able to fully put it in complete sentences.

"Yaoyozoru-chan's explanation just makes me want to go try myself now!" Tooru exclaims as she convulses in excitement, eagerly wagging her gloved hands around.

"And next is Team B versus Team I!" All Might declares.

"... ahahahah, I swear I didn't mean to jinx it."

As Y/N ambles in the direction of the towering structure with Tooru and Ojiro, they begin discussing their battle strategy against the hero team. Y/N waves for them to close in and says, "come closer." Tooru and Ojiro follow suit.

"So you know the ice guy," Y/N starts in a hushed tone, levelling his finger at half and half boy who is a great span away but unmistakable with his exclusive costume, "he's probably the main one we should defend the most — not saying we shouldn't look out for the octopi guy but yeah."

"Why?" Tooru asks even further like the curious person she is.

"The quiet ones are always the strongest," to her question, Y/N answers in an unfathomable manner with his hands latched behind his back. "I mean, look at shy boy Izuku," he holds an example with the broccoli head who's very likely the most unexpected person within this class of freaks.

"Ohhh."

"So ... maybe Hagakure-chan you hide on the window ledge near the warhead, Ojiro you defend the thing down below, and I'll chase the heroes down?"

"Yosh!"

The two stay on their guards in their area whilst Y/N leaps onto a window sill in the vicinity of the entrance to the building. He sits on his haunches there, spying for the hero team that may be closing in. Their figures venture towards the structure containing the warhead, Y/N prepares to prance down on them when he sees octopi guy back off and ice boy raises his arm up as his icicles gradually disperse into the entire building.

"Oh shit, don't get stuck in his ice!" Y/N screeches into the intercom hastily, before vaulting over the frosts heading in his direction and dashing to the warhead for more enforcement.

"Too late, we're already stuck."

Muttering obscenities under his breath, he laces his fingers through his locks, dark brows furrowed up. "Can you guys try to get off?" He waits for a second then the intercom hisses and Ojiro's neutral voice comes through from it.

"No."

"Then I'll try my best to stall 'till the timer rings," Y/N proposes as he wrings his hands to get them ready for battle and rake over his sleeves and costume to make sure that the weapons are there.

Y/N slinks around, making sure not to remain on any surface of the place too long to avoid being frosted. And as he discerns the single hero, half of his body in rime whilst he steps forth into the room that contained the warhead. Y/N casts off the closest wall with the tip of his feet, hands reaching below to seize his hidden weapons, he propels an abundant of slim needles at the boy with one hand, then slashes at him with his dagger in the other!

"I hope I don't land a cut on you, don't want to hurt that face and body!" Y/N tries to maintain a laid-back and mellow tone but the taut-lipped smile on his face sells him out.

The ice boy doesn't respond and neither does his face — just as aloof and distant as always. He dodges the dagger cutting through the air and at him by sliding to the side with his ice-make slide and he winches up a hand to solidify the needles in the middles of the air in ice. With the simple flick of his wrist, keen icicles materialise and speed across towards Y/N on the roof beam.

The latter's features fade dim as he springs off the beam and pounces forth to ice boy, leg hefting higher to give him a direct kick to the chest. But ice boy retaliates, grasping onto Y/N's ankle with his right hand. A crisp tingle soon sprouts up Y/N's leg, he curses at the wonderful sensation whilst he attempts kicks ice boy forty-five degrees in the head with his other leg like a whirlwind.

Attempts, keyword there.

A deafening ring chimes throughout the entire structure, indicating either that the time has run out or the hero team has won. Y/N's head snaps towards the direction of the nuclear warhead they were supposed to defend, and octopi guy perches beside it, his some of his tendrils still clinging to the missile.

Clearly, the hero team has earned their victory.

"Damn it!" Y/N slaps his thigh in frustration on the way back to the surveillance room, "sorry guys, I couldn't stall enough time."

"It's fine, we couldn't too!" Tooru pats his back, a cheery grin tied to her lips, just as upbeat as she always is even after their loss — which Y/N responds with his own smile.

Back to the surveillance room, Y/N stares at the ceiling in lack of interest whilst All Might expresses his comments on their performance during the fight (but he still has to listen to avoid All Might suddenly going like: "what do you think about yourself?"). His eyes drift in the direction of the sulking (??) wheat head, glinting in mischief.

After the next teams step out of the room and onto the battlefront, Y/N lurks behind the horde in front of the cameras and prowls towards Katsuki by the corner of the room. He puts a hand on Katsuki's shoulder.

"So, brothe—"

"Fuckin' screw off," Katsuki interjects Y/N before he begins talking bullshit, shrugging off the hand on his shoulder.

But Y/N takes no mind towards Katsuki's annoyance, saying, "It's okay man, I lost too! And not gonna lie, you have shit teamwork but you just gotta cooperate man."

Seeing that Katsuki's still unmoved, he adds with the arch of his brows, "I'll still get you the Playboy magazine? The one with Midnight and Mt. La—"

"I don't want to play with your measly games right now," Katsuki slowly utters, the veins streaming along his neck poking up, he rolls his eyes. It seems, that he's rather more fearsome when he's impassive, keeping in his rage, than directly shouting at you, letting out his anger.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it then," Y/N gives in, he swivels around, ready to leave when he remembers that he has to say something, "a-and about uh y'know ... that. I swear it was because you turned your face."

"So it's not my fault!"

And he runs away.

Katsuki jerks his head towards the direction he ran away to, clicking his tongue.

"Tsk."

、、、

"Heyy, you were really good just now uh ... yeah!" Y/N shrieks on the streets as he pursues ice boy who's just some distance in front. Propping onto ice boy's arm for support, he coils down to his knees, heaving in and out deeply to catch his breath."

"Todoroki Shouto."

"So that's your name!" Y/N hops up then he grins with roguishness and grapples an arm around Shouto's shoulder — in which the latter tenses up at, "it's a pretty good fit for your quirk and personality — cold on the outside and hot on the inside."

"Oh."

"Well, I'm L/N Y/N," he says into Shouto's ear, his breath lightly prodding against the latter's skin. "Do you wann—oh shit, I'm late for my shift," Y/N catches a glimpse of the clock placed within a store and realises, the excitement on his face droops. He licks his lop anxiously as he tells Shouto, "Sorry, looks like I can't walk home with you now."

"But here," Y/N fishes out a piece of card and pen from his uniform pocket, he hastily scribbles on it then hands it to Shouto, "have my number." Shouto's hand hovers mid-air for a while before he takes the card into his palms, but his eyes and face remain the exact equable expression the entire time.

"You can call me if you have any problems — not saying you can't call me anytime but yep just call me!"

Y/N spins around on his heel to leave but all of a sudden he turns back again, putting on a greasy smirk, "And don't worry, I'll have your number too if you call me."

And he sprints away because he's five minutes late to his job and he needs that cha-ching for a living.

"...hah."

Shouto wedges the piece of card in his pocket and continues walking along the streets.

、、、

"Hey, you!"

An old man with some lengthy ass beard stops Y/N by the side of a dojo, he's attired in a set of aikido uniform just like the others within the dojo.

"Ah?"

"Yes, you!" the old man points at Y/N with his finger and says.

"Uhuh?"

"You know how to fight without your quirk?"

"Yes?" Y/N answers, uncertain as it has been a while since he's engaged in conflict without using his quirk or even fight with the other rascals on the streets.

"Then get in! We need one more person!"

"Why ...?"

"To spar in pairs!"

"Do I have to pay?" Y/N shifts his head closer to ask the old man since he isn't gonna do shit that he has to get hurt from and pay for it!

"No."

"I'll do it then!"

Y/N plods behind the old man as they enter the dojo, the old man — or dojo master — questions him some basic shit while he searches for something in the storeroom, "Have you fought someone before?"

"Of course," sneering at the ridiculous question, Y/N creases his arms across his chest and continues waiting for the old man.

"Okay then, now put these on," the old man tosses him the thin stack of clothes, which Y/N supposes should be the uniform, "be quick because it's your turn soon."

"Okay, okay!"

Now donning the sheer uniform from the old man, Y/N steps forth to the matted ground and goes into preparation stance, arms guarding the chest and feet firmly planted on the floor.

Before fighting the guy just opposite him Y/N turns to ask the dojo master, "Do I just fight him with any way?"

"Do you know any martial arts at all?" the dojo master questions him in return, sitting by the side with his legs folded below his knees and hands laying atop his thighs. Y/N shakes his head then does the dojo master continue, "then just do whatever you want as long as you either knock him out or get him out the square in the end without using your quirk."

"Alright then," a grin seething with enthusiasm rises along his lips as Y/N cracks his knuckles and stretches his neck.

Y/N charges at the man opposite him and glide to the right to give him a blow to his side. But his opponent reacts, he instead bends to the side to dodge the kick then hoists his arm up and strikes for Y/N's head. The latter ducks down so the punch misses, yet the man raises his leg up at full speed almost immediately, chopping it down straight at Y/N's shoulder!

"Ah! TSSSSSS!"

By instinct, Y/N's hand rapidly clasps onto the man's ankle and jerks him down by force. When the man's on the ground, Y/N copes with the ache on his shoulder whilst he straddles the man's waist and locks his arm the neck, other hand compressing the man's free arm to the floor. A foot remains fixed on the ground as Y/N's other leg straightens out, so as to when the man struggles, he just twists his legs around to keep the man secured in his grip.

"Stop stop stop!"

"Am I not supposed to do that?" Y/N loosens his arm around the man's neck and twists his head to gaze at the dojo master who has halted the match.

"No, but I'll let it past. Just don't do it again."

Y/N gestures an 'ok' sign to the dojo master, getting upright to his feet, one of his shoulders sags to the side as he rubs the bruise for a brief few seconds.

And another round begins.

"Woah, that was intense," limbs spilling across the floor, Y/N's chest swells up and down as he remarks. Droplets of sweat gradually pool in the region just below his head as the remnant of the adrenaline from before gradually lulls down.

"Kid, get on!" the dojo master calls whilst he kicks Y/N's limp body, "your turn again!"

With wide eyes, Y/N lifts his head towards the dojo master's direction in a rigid fashion, body too sore to move and voice too hoarse to yell at him, "Wait what again?!"

"This is child abuse!"

"Shut up, I'll get you supper after!"

"Yes sensei!" instantly, Y/N's eyes flare up in the shape of donburi comically and he's well and up again, ready to fight!

Turns out, after two hours, his stamina is now completely vacant and so is his self-confidence in his combat skills.

"I just realised how rusty my sparring skills are," Y/N mutters on the side, head dangling down as his hand reaches up to knead at his temples, back slumped against the wall right behind.

"Yeah, so you better keep coming."

"Oh sure—wait what no," his lips slightly agape, he pinches the bridge of his nose, firmly rejecting the dojo master.

"I'll treat you to dinner every week on this day for you to come."

"Deal."

"Ay old man, why though?" Y/N remembers to ask him whilst he helps clear up the dojo with the dojo master after the night sparring lessons have ended.

"I've seen you fight around the back alleys here before and I thought you had potential."

"Oh, I've always thought that too until I realised not really."

"Just practice more and increase your speed then you'll be fine."

"Oh okay."

"So keep coming."

"Alright alright, don't need to keep repeating!"

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Garcy + Simplicity

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He’s engrossed when she walks in, lost between dusty pagesscrawled with her words, words he knows far better than her. (Maybe better thanshe ever will.)

He’s almost halfway through already, and her lips twitch inamusement.

“I’m surprised you don’t have it memorized.”

A pause, then he glances up at her sheepishly. “Ido,” he admits. “But I wanted to make sure it was the way Iremembered.”

Briefly, she wonders how many times he’s read it already. Hedoesn’t talk much about the year he spent on the run, between a bar in SãoPaulo and stealing the Mothership, but she’s gathered that it was lonely. Hisvoice echoes in her mind, telling her how much that journal came to mean tohim, how it made him feel like he knew her.

Her heart aches a little at the thought of him broken andalone, so desperate for a friend that he looked to the pages of her book. Buthe’s here now. With the team. Smiling at her like she’s something precious andpowerful, just like he always does.

Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she asks, “Isit?” Soft, just a bit teasing.

He lights up in reply. “Yes. It is.” His gazecatches on the journal tucked under her arm, and he blinks, setting aside theversion in his hands. “Have you started writing it?”

“No.” She’s tried a hundred times, has gripped herpen so tightly that her fingers ache from the effort, but… “I just don’tknow where to start.” It’s why she’s here now; if anyone can give her apush in the right direction, it’s the man who knows her better than she knowsherself.

He stands, eyeing her in consideration. “You do knowyou don’t have to start it today, right?”

“No, I do. I can’t explain it, but I just… Feel likeI’m supposed to do it.”

He doesn’t question it, doesn’t try to argue or reason withher. As usual, he trusts her unrelentingly, and she could almost cry ingratitude.

With a hum, he crosses over to her, and she leans againsthis bed. He leans beside her, shoulders not quite touching. She can practicallysee the gears turning in his head. Trying to solve her problem. Trying to helpher. (He helps her with everything else; why shouldn’t he be able to help herwith writer’s block?)

Finally, he smiles. “Close your eyes.”

She can’t quite stop the side-eye she gives him. “Ican’t write with my eyes closed.”

He chuckles, soft amusement coloring his features.“Humor me.”

Fine.

With a pointed sigh, she shuts her eyes tightly, coveringthem with her hands for effect. “Now what?”

“Now…” There’s a pause, before tentative handscover hers. For a long moment, he barely touches, as if he expects her to jumpaway from him. But his hands are warm and impossibly gentle, and she doesn’twant to pull away. (Possibly ever.) After a breathless second, he tightens hisgrasp, tugging her hands away from her face, and she can feel a warmthspreading over her cheeks. Irritated, she tries to ignore it, but by his sharpintake of breath, she knows he’s noticed.

“Now, I want you to think,” he murmurs, and shenods, furrowing her brows, affecting her best thinking face. “Think aboutthe journal, about the last two years… Think about everything we’ve beenthrough.”

She doesn’t want to think about it. They’ve been throughterrible, horrible things, and she thinks it might get worse before it getsbetter. This war on Rittenhouse is dragging on, and it’s wearing away at hersoul.

As if he can read her thoughts, he squeezes her hands,bringing her back to the present. “I know, I know. But think of it all.Let it all wash over you. And ask yourself… Where does your storystart?”

When you stole the Mothership, she almost says.

But no. That’s not quite true.

Her mother has been grooming her for Rittenhouse… Herwhole life, practically. (Not that she can put that in the journal. That’s onething she can’t warn him about. Because if she finds out too early, it couldthrow everything off. And because her mother, twisted as she was, was also alifeline during that first year, when Lucy was still chasing Flynn.)

She could talk about her father-her biological father-but itseems pointless. The man barely played a role in her life. Henry was herfather, and Benjamin Cahill never would be.

Your father is dead,Flynn told her once, and she only now recognizes that for what it was: anacknowledgement that family-fatherhood-was about more than blood.

Maybe she should start with a turning point in her life,like deciding to major in history, or accepting the job at Stanford, or-

Oh.

Ohh.

It hits her with sudden clarity, and she opens her eyes, tofind Flynn staring back in absolute delight. “Yes,” he whispers.“Yes.”

Before she can over-think it, she launches herself forward,flinging her arms around him. He grunts in surprise, but catches her, actuallypicking her up and twirling her around. With a yelp, she grabs the back of histurtleneck, holding on for dear life. It’s not that she’s scared, exactly-sheknows he’d never drop her-but she’s startled, and more than a little dizzy.

He seems to suddenly realize he may have overstepped, and hehurries to set her down, releasing her sheepishly. “Ah, sorry. I just gota little-”

As endearing as it is, she reassures him. “Don’t worryabout it.”

And oh, he looks positively delighted, not even bothering toschool his expression. There’s such pride in his eyes, aimed at her. Because ofher.

He’s proud of her.

Of course he is,she thinks. And yet…

She leans over before she can talk herself out of it, andplants a soft kiss on his cheek. It’s nothing, really; hardly a peck, butthere’s a definite tinge to his face now, and she can’t help but be a littlegrateful that she isn’t the only one blushing anymore.

Before she can make herself feel any more like a schoolgirl,she picks up the blank journal, clears her throat, and softly bids himgoodnight.

Back in her bunk, under the low light of a lamp, she startsto write.

“When I was asophomore in college, I almost quit. History, college, all of it; I almostthrew it all away for the chance to join a band. I didn’t want to follow in mymother’s footsteps. I was sick of living in the past. But little did I know…”

It’s simple, really: She starts at the beginning.

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Jikook Escape Room Au

Summary: Jungkook works at an Escape Room. Jimin ends up going with his friends. What happens when cheesy pick up lines are exchanged over the help line.

Or In which Jungkook shamelessly flirts with the Jimin. And it’s love at first call and sight.

Words: 3k

Genre: Fluff

Jimin goes with a couple of his friends (Namjoon and Hoseok) to the escape room that just opened up near his apartment

Jungkook is one of the employee’s hired in the escape room, along with his friends (Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jin)

Taehyung manages the front desk. Jin is the manager who resets the rooms. Yoongi is in charge of the tech equipment. And Jungkook is the one who watches the surveillance cameras and gives hints to the escapees when they call for help

Okay so one day Jimin goes and there’s a bit of a crowd so they end up having to wait, and are going to be the last ones before closing

Jungkook is already exhausted cause they had not only gotten one group of rowdy teenagers but TWO that day, and let me tell you... Jungkook could have given them the key to unlock the door and they still wouldn’t have known how to escape. So he’s a little peeved but “Don’t worry Jungkookie, only one more group and we’re off the hook for today” - Taehyung

Jungkook goes over to his little station and is playing some Overwatch to pass the time when he hears the buzz of one of the “help lines”. He answers with a bit of a grunt, ‘cause do people really have to phone so often? And also he was whooping some major ass today in Overwatch and now his streak is broken so thanks a lot.

But he’s greeted with a quiet “sorry... umm, we seem to be stuck on the locker combinations”. And suddenly all his grumpiness is wiped out cause on the other end is the gosh darn cutest voice he’s ever heard. In the back of his mind he can remember Tae saying something like “damn this group is an 11/10 would bang” but Jungkook had filed it away as some random shit Tae says. But now his curiosities peeked with this mysterious angelic voice so he swivels his chair over to the monitors that have a clear view of the room and- Oh MaN HoLy ShIT

Even with the not so HD quality cams Jungkook can tell this guy is attractive

Silky dark brown hair tucked into a black beanie. Soft round features and a glowing complexion. And from what Jungkook can make out he’s short cause the boy seems to be drowning in his oversized white shirt. He’s so focused on trying to see more from the pixels on screen of the cutie holding the phone and- Oh shit that’s right the phone

“Oh... ummm..yea” he clears his throat “sorry, you’re stuck?” There’s a breathy shy kind of laugh from the other end of the line and “Yeah.. we’ve found the first clue after the puzzle and I’m guessing it’s for the lockers but we’re not sure just how to solve it. Can you help us.. please?” And I mean it is Jungkook’s job, but how can he not help when he asked so nicely.

And Jungkook doesn’t know what’s coming over him but he can’t help himself when he suddenly says “Before I give you my oh so helpful clue, I’m gonna need a name to go along with that sweet voice” And UGH did he ReaLLy just say that, why on EARTH is Jungkook even trying to flirt. Jungkook’s cringing, oh no he’s cringing real bad... and it doesn’t help that the only thing he hears is the static of the other end of the line,

He’s chewing on his lip searching for any kind of reaction... but damn his boss for being a cheap ass and not installing HD monitors cause Jungkook can’t tell what cutie’s reaction is with these shitty pixels-

But then the silence is broken by a sweet little giggle and a “Jimin”

His gay panic calms down

“I’m Jungkook”

And soon enough Jimin is phoning Jungkook more than he should, and Jungkook’s out there entertaining Jimin with the worst related hot/cold escape room pick up lines in the world

“We’ve gotten to the steam room..”

“Are you a sauna? Cause you’re making me steamy”

~

“I hope you’ve found the fire extinguisher because you’re smoking hot - Is it hot in there? Or is that just you?”

~

“Jungkook, we need to find a candle but there’s no-“ “Are you sitting on a candle cause your booty is on fire” “OH MY GoD- HAhAhHhAahHa... Namjoonie I’m sitting on the candle hAhaa”

Okay so finally Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok are in the last room before they manage to “escape”. They managed to get out of the sauna and are now in what seems like an igloo/cold incubation. They’ve found some clues but they just need two more to be able to get the hell out of there. So Jimin skips over to the phone. “Jungkook~~, we’re almost done! We’re in the cold room, but can’t figure out the whole maze on the wall”

“Hmm, okay so the wall inside the igloo has the-“

“Oh oH wait.. I have one”

And Jungkook’s slighting confused to what Jimin means when he says “Jungkook, do you live in an igloo? Cause you seem like a pretty cool person”

And Jungkook’s shell shocked cause not only did Jimin just sort of flirt back but the boy is giggling and Jungkook can see through the monitor how he laughs with his whole body and wooow I think I just fell in love

Jimin’s still laughing when Jungkook is about to reply and then suddenly there’s a ruffling sound coming from the other end and Jungkook sees on the monitor that one of the guys Jimin came with is fighting to get the phone out of Jimin’s grip.

Jimin is being held arms length away whining a “hyungg, what are you doing?” when the guy speaks up on the phone “Okay whoever this Jungkook guy is, I want to get the fuck out of here and we can’t do that with the two of you constantly flirting-“

“Hyunggg, stop omg”

“Oh hush up Jimin, you can get the guys number when we get out of here. But first we have to GET OUT!” And Jungkook can see the blush taking over Jimin’s face and the way he’s struggling to get back to the phone but this new guy just keeps his arm held out and Jimin’s fighting is futile. So Jungkook just stutters out a “sorry” and helps them with what they need

(Cut to Jimin after Hoseok hung up the phone)

“HyuNG I’m going to murder you omg whyyy do you have to be so embarrassing ughhhh” Jimin’s glaring daggers at Hoseok by now

“That was utterly humiliating Hoseok, I can’t imagine what Jungkook feels. Oh god you’re such a dick” Jimin lays his head in his hands to try and block some of the shame. “Jiminie, you know what a scaredy cat Hobi-hyung is.. he just wants to get out of here as quickly as he can and you’re making it pretty hard with the long ass telephone calls.” -Namjoon

Jimin crosses his arms and pouts “Oh come on Jiminie... I’ll admit, it was entertaining at first seeing you act like a love struck school girl talking on the phone but I’m tired of being stuck in this ice chamber!” - Hobi

“LOVE STRUCK SCHOOL GIRL WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?” Jimin half grumbles/screams. Namjoon and Hoseok just look at each other and roll their eyes.

Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok finally manage to escape without phoning for Jungkook’s assistance anymore because Jimin is still petrified over Hobi’s humiliation and doesn’t have the courage to talk anymore

While their paying and taking their victory pictures (because they managed to escape under the time limit) Jimin is nervously biting his lip cause: Should he ask to see Jungkook-What would he say? I mean sure they had a thing sort of going on while they flirted through the phone but does that classify as wanting to date or even liking Jimin? Oh god what is he supposed to do?

In the meantime of his mental crisis, Taehyung has managed to chat up Hoseok whose a laughing mess And Namjoon is leaning over the counter spilling his philosophical values onto Seokjin

Jimin manages to break out of his reverie cause how can he concentrate when someone is fucking cleaning windows in here... but when he turns around there’s the really handsome man Namjoon was talking to laughing like a freaking windshield wiper and Jimin can’t help but crack a smile. And then two other guys are emerging from the employees room and woooow. Jimin’s eyes immediately fall onto the taller of the two. He has brown hair that was styled into a half part, showing some forehead but now seems a bit messy due to a long day at work. Thick eyebrows seem to poke through some of the hair. But his eyes... Jimin’s never seen such pretty eyes before. Big and round, brown and friendly and inviting. His eyelids even have a cute curve to them. And there seem to be sparkles in his pupils, twinkling eyes is this guy a fucking anime character? “Doe eyes” is what Jimin would best describe them as. He has a bulbous nose but its so endearing and it suits him perfectly that Jimin just melts a little on the inside. His upper lip is thin but has an adorable cupid’s bow and his bottom lip is pouty and full. And Jimin’s already swooning when he notices a beauty mark right under his lip. His face is youthful and innocent (especially with those eyes). But then Jimin’s eyes are starting to stray from his face and dear lord... he has piercings. His ears are covered in silver studs and earrings and jesus is that hot

Jimin’s eyes travel lower and he’s wearing an oversized thick blue stripped shirt but what makes Jimin breath a little faster is the fact that the first two buttons are undone and revealing some of his subtle tanned skin

His arms are lean from what he can make of the big sleeves covering them but if the veins on his arms are anything to go by... the man is fit. And further down does Jimin’s eyes travel and he audibly gulps. Cause this guys striped shirt is tucked into some high waisted pants and it just shows how long his legs are... and it’s not only that but his ThIgHs oML

The pants he’s wearing are barley able to contain all the muscle, the man is THICC. Those are some thunder thighs if Jimin’s ever seen them. And oh shit, Jimin’s drooling, yep he’s drooling

But when Jimin looks back up, wide and awed doe eyes are staring right back at him and oh shit I think my heart just stopped. Because this handsome man is walking over to Jimin and Jimin’s having a meltdown cause ohh noooo he’s hot. The handsome stranger stops right in front of him and he’s got a lovely blush darkening by the second and if Jimin isn’t wrong the man’s taking a deep breath while scratching his neck when suddenly he says in a quiet bashful sort of whisper “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.”

And Jimin just stands there barbecue sauce on his titties, mouth and eyes wide open. A heavy blush starting from his neck to his ears. And his eyes start tearing up and before he knows it he’s gasping for air and clutching his stomach while tears roll down his cheeks, he’s laughing so hard. And the man in front is giving him a dazzling smile, face all scrunched up, eyes crinkled but still twinkling and his teeth are showing. His smile... he’s like a bunny - teeth poking out. And that manages to calm Jimin down... and reality dawns upon him after hearing the pickup line and he says

“Jungkook?”

And Jimin thought before that Jungkook was smiling but now he’s BEAMING and laughing with quick nods of his head. And there Jimin and Jungkook are... both standing in the middle of the empty escape room lounge just grinning at each other

Yoongi’s locking the place up after 3 more extra hours of just everybody hanging out. Namjoon had hit it up quite nicely with Seokjin. And Hoseok had a great time with a bickering Taehyung and Yoongi while Jungkook and Jimin were in their own little world of soft spoken cheesy pick up lines, giggles, shy smiles, and full body laughs

But now it’s time to leave cause boss would have their heads if he knew they hadn’t closed up immediately and instead hung out with people in there. So everyone’s parting ways, exchanging phone numbers and goodbyes

Yoongi mentions trying out a new restaurant two blocks away next week, and everyone’s agreeing and setting up a time. But Jungkook and Jimin are too busy gazing up at each other, procrastinating the inevitable separation. Hoseok yells to Jimin it’s time to go, and the groups already a good block in front of them walking towards their cars in the parking lot. Jungkook breaks the silence by saying a dejected “Well, my buildings the other way so I guess you should probably go back” And he’s stepping back when Jimin takes one step forward into Jungkook’s space again and takes a hold of his sleeve. Jungkook seems a little shocked by the action with his wide eyes and parted lips that Jimin oh so desperately wants to smooch.

And then Jimin’s saying “I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?” And Jimin fears that maybe it’s too much, maybe he’s insinuating something Jungkook doesn’t want. And it doesn’t help that Jungkook is taking a while to react... but then Jungkook starts smiling -his bunny smile - and he’s bending down. And before Jimin knows, Jungkook is capturing his lips with his own. Jungkook’s lips are feather light on Jimin’s, giving him room to step back

It’s a soft caress of Jungkook’s lips with Jimin’s own. But then Jimin gets on his tippy toes and adds more pressure to their lips, and he’s smiling too

Now Jungkook can feel just how full and plush Jimin’s lips are. And Jimin can feel Jungkook’s lips softly press a kiss onto his top lip and slid back down to press onto both. Jungkook reaches a hand and cups Jimin’s cheek while his thumb smoothes over the surface of his cheekbone and his arm is wrapping around Jimin’s waist and bringing him a bit closer

Jimin is enthusiastic and jumps up a little to wrap his arms around Jungkook’s neck and get closer. But during the process their lips detach from one another. And Jungkook’s separating with furrowed brows and a worried gaze. Jimin’s confused by Jungkook’s reaction...

But then Jungkook is bombarding him with questions and apologies “Hyung, I’m so sorry-Did I hurt you?!”“I over stepped, I misread everything- oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even ask if you wanted to... I”

Jimin cuts him off with a sad “What are you talking about?” and with a disappointed sigh he says “I should have known you didn’t want to kiss me” And now Jungkook’s confused

“NO!” He basically shouts because he can’t stand the sad frown and downcast eyes Jimin has on his face right now.

Jungkook’s shout surprises Jimin who jumps a little “I.. um, I mean um *inhale* I did want to kiss you but you pulled away I thought I did something wrong.” “I’m sorry” Jungkook murmurs. And Jimin’s once again shocked as he scrambles to say “No! I didn’t pull away, w-well I did but I didn’t mean to I- I was jumping up to get closer but instead I ended up pulling away..” and his voice dies out in the end cause god this is embarrassing. He was having this amazing sweet, charming, hot af guy kiss him and he ends up fucking it up...

Jimin hadn’t even realized he was looking down until he felt Jungkook’s hand come up to his chin and lift gently to meet his gaze.

Jungkook’s eyes are earnest when he says “Really? Are you sure, c-cause I mean I would totally understand why you w-wouldn’t want to kiss me” And then Jimin is standing once again on his tip toes and pecking Jungkook’s lips lovingly

“I’m sorry I ruined it, I really did want to kiss you. I got excited and jumped but instead I just pulled away” and Jimin’s pouting

Jungkook just stares for a second cause honestly how can this gorgeous man in-front of him like him, but as he lets Jimin’s words sink in his bunny smile is back in place and Jimin thinks it’s his favorite thing in the world

Now this time, Jimin’s hands are circled around Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s hands are both holding onto Jimin’s hips. And they both lean in. This time there’s more pressure from the get go, and Jungkook tilts his head to nibble on Jimin’s lower lip which as Jimin releasing a soft whimper. And Jimin just presses harder and kisses Jungkook breathless. Jungkook’s tongue is starting to poke out, lazily running over Jimin’s top and bottom lip when all of a sudden they hear a chorus of “SMOOCHIE SMOOCHIE SOMEONE’S IN LOVEEEE” followed by cackles. And as Jungkook and Jimin break apart with fuller and redder lips and a scarlet blush adorning their cheeks... their friends are pointing fingers and laughing at them

Jungkook now has a scowl on his face, meanwhile Jimin just groans and hides his face in Jungkook’s neck

Bonus:

“Okay but this time we really have to go Jimin”

“I’m coming Hobi, calm your horses” Jimin turns back towards Jungkook who now has just one hand resting on his waist, and who is staring at him with a fond expression

“Why are you looking at me like that?” - Jimin

“I guess there must be something wrong with my eyes... ‘cause I can’t take them off you.” Jungkook says with a teasing voice, but the awe is still set in his eyes. And Jimin explodes into a fit of full body giggles and squeaks

In the back they can hear the “uGh’s” and groans from their friends

But Jungkook nor Jimin care anymore. So Jungkook goes ahead and steals another kiss right there.

Please credit me if you decide to use this idea, that be a drawing, social media Au, or rewrite. And don’t forget to tag me cause I would LOVE to see your work! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

Here are some visuals of how they looked: pictures are not mine

#this was inspired by that Run episode where they go to an escape room #and also by that iconic vlive where Jungkook uses kdrama pickup lines on Jimin #it started as a drabble and now kind of a #oneshot #jimin #jungkook #taehyung #jin #jhope #suga #namjoon #jikook #jikook au #jikook oneshot #jikook college au #jikook prompt #kookmin prompt #kookmin #kookmin au #jikook fluff #jikook fic #bts