#pine goes to art school

[frozentothetouch]

its been like 2 years since i did anything with my vioem skateboard au so uhh here

#the promised neverland #tpn #yakusoku no neverland #tpn violet #tpn emma #tpn gillian #tpn nigel #myart:) #violemma #back in the day i was inspired by sk8 the infinity #but this au isn't like...directly that #ill ramble about it in the tags hehe #so emma goes to a private school #it's all girls so she's separated from norman and ray and finds it hard to make friends at this school #when looking for a place to chill before she goes home she stumbles across a skating rink #there she meets the trio #she learns that violet actually went to go to the girls school (but got kicked out oop) so they bond over that #emma wants to stay friends with them so she wants to learn how to skateboard so she can hang out with them #and yeah blah blah blah pining gays #i did this instead of an art thing due tomorrow so..uhm i want to continue this but i have actual work to do hehe

[gojhoes]

Bleed Me Dry

*art from nerdreamer | *divider from benkeibearnever written anything like this before but yolo (also this art is PHENOMENAL)

- contents: sfw, college au, no jujutsu sorcerers/cursed spirits au, jumping on the vampire au train, gojo x reader (ofc), fem!reader, characters in their early 20s, mutual pining - warnings: stalking, bodily fluids, drugs and alcohol. - wc: ~4.3k

Have you ever met someone and felt that you knew them in the past life?

You'd never much cared for religion, nor did you think much about the possibility of an afterlife. There were too many denominations for a single one to be correct. Not at all worth the millennia of wars waged in the name of someone's God. How was a god supposed to be benevolent and holy when they inspire such violence? Yes, you were a cynic through and through, remaining skeptical of all things damned and divine.

But then you met Satoru Gojo, and all that stubborn disbelief fell to pieces.

It was the weekend before the beginning of your final year of college. You'd been dragged along to some party being thrown by a friend-of-a-friend's-friend to kick off the start of the semester. Shoko, your roommate and impromptu best friend, was crushing hard on one of the boys in some club of hers, and she'd asked you to join her as moral support.

Just like the venue, the party itself was nothing special. In someone's parents' house that was already well on its way to being trashed, the room smelled of marijuana and faintly of unpleasantly scented air freshener. You recognized a few people, as the university that you attended was a rather small private technical school. Everybody seemed to know everybody even if you considered yourself an introvert.

You and Shoko found yourselves sitting around a card table with several others amid a very serious drinking game. Shoko was trying her best, but the poor girl was already three shots in while you sat back and observed.

"Aren't you going to talk to him?" you encouraged, following Shoko's line of sight until it landed on a tall blonde leaning against the wall. He was good-looking with his broad shoulders and neatly groomed hair that complemented the glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose. You could easily see why Shoko was interested in him.

"He's tall," you commented.

Shoko was beaming, her eyes practically heart-shaped while she talked about him. "He goes by Nanami- we were in the same research group last semester. And he plays rugby."

Shoko was a Microbio major carving her path to medical school. If this mystery classmate took the same courses as her, then he must've been smarter than you'd originally given him credit for.

You grinned mischievously. “Go,” you said.

She gaped at you, her brown eyes wide with fear. “I can’t!”

You pushed her bodily with your hand on her back, urging her to go to talk to this Nanami. She stumbled a bit, already tipsy, and shot you a glare.

“Go," you insisted. "I'm going to find food.”

Ignoring Shoko's frustrated groan, you trickled over to the kitchen adjacent to the living room. You couldn't deny that you were bored, but leaving simply was not an option with how obsessed Shoko was with this guy. The kitchen was void of people, but someone had mercifully left out a fruit tray that appeared untouched in comparison to the picked-over coolers of beer. Working as a bartender had diminished your cravings for the stuff, so you avoided it wholly.

Just as you turned to re-enter the living room, you slammed right into something solid, a person, and let out a yelp. Your plate fell to the ground, the carefully chosen grapes bouncing in a thousand different directions. To your dismay, a good portion of them rolled underneath the fridge, out of reach and surely to rot later.

"Shit- I'm so sorry!" you cried, ducking down to immediately retrieve your fallen mess.

The victim of your attack kneeled beside you to help, which was a kind gesture, but it only helped to embarrass you further. You glanced up to apologize again, silently regretting every choice you'd made in your life thus far.

"You didn't have to-"

But the words stopped dead in your throat. Your victim was beautiful, breathtakingly so. Crystalline blue eyes that met yours, snow white hair brushing just above matching eyebrows. Ivory skin and pink lips that looked so soft and perfect it made your mouth go dry.

And then he smiled. "It's okay- I move quietly." He dropped a grape onto the half-crushed plate in your hand while you forced yourself to rise back to your full height. He followed suit, towering over you so much that you had to tilt your head to view his face.

But it wasn’t just his striking features that threw you so much- it was the familiarity, the nostalgia that flowed through you when you properly looked at him. In the moments that followed, you were able only to stare while you tried to recall just where you'd seen him before.

"Oh," he said, plucking the plate from your grasp. He turned and reached behind him to toss it into the trash with ease. His periwinkle button-up stretched across the expanse of his shoulders as he did so. You made yourself look away.

"Um," you cleared your throat. "Thanks."

He chuckled at that and extended his hand for you to shake. You couldn’t help but to notice the delicate nature of his long, pale fingers, reminding you much of a pianist’s. Your hands connected in the briefest handshake you’d ever participated in. His touch was cold, so much so that you couldn’t help but to jerk your hand away when the skin made contact.

Your eyes flicked up to his, illuminated blue in the dim light of the kitchen. You blinked as he held your gaze steadily, unable to shake that feeling that you’d seen him before. You were aware that you were staring at this point, but you were determined to recall this man's identity.

"Satoru," he said greeting. Not familiar, you thought.

You relayed your own name before asking, "Do I know you?"

Satoru tilted his head to the side, smirking as though he was in on some joke that you wouldn’t get. “I never forget a face, and I certainly wouldn’t forget yours.”

Even though the comment made you blush, you hummed. “Smooth. But seriously, weren't you in Dr. Kusakabe's organic chem class, like, last spring?"

"I can assure you that I have never seen you before," Satoru insisted. "Are you sure you just haven't been drinking too much?"

You scoffed at the accusation, a small smile tugging at your lips from his teasing. "No, I haven't been drinking, thank you very much. Somebody's got to keep my friend alive."

You glanced back at the fruit tray and immediately thought of those stupid grapes. "Do you see a broom anywhere?"

"I'm afraid those poor grapes are forever lost," Satoru said mournfully.

You let out a melodramatic sigh, smiling a little when you met his gaze once more.

His lashes fluttered, and then you saw him stiffen as though something suddenly pained him. Small, clammy hands landed on your bare shoulders, and you started, though you knew exactly who the offender was.

“Why are you hiding from me?” Shoko whined, her words slurring.

You pried her hands from your shoulders and peered down at her. She was swaying a little and the smell of liquor on her breath was all but apparent. You suddenly remembered your forgotten promise that you’d stick with her throughout the night, feeling a little guilty at the pouty expression on her face.

“Sorry, Shoko,” you said. “I was just looking for a snack.”

Shoko noticed Satoru then, who had taken a full step away while his fingers fluttered wildly by his side. So peculiar, you thought.

"Oh-" she hiccupped. "Hiii. I didn't see that she was talking to you."

Satoru didn’t reach out to shake her hand, you noticed, opting only to nod his head in greeting as he smiled in a way that didn't quite reach his eyes.

“No trouble,” he said fluidly. He then fixated his gaze back to yours, “If you’ll excuse me.”

He stepped out of the kitchen, and at least Shoko waited until he'd walked away to ask, "who was that?"

You shook your head as you watched him disappear into the throng of people scattered about the living room, stopping only when his white locks were no longer visible.

"Satoru."

The next week was spent with thoughts of Satoru scratching at the back of your head. During study breaks, you’d rack your brain trying to figure out where the fuck you knew him from. You were sure that you’d met him in the past; maybe he had been an elementary classmate? Maybe he worked at one of the local grocery stores or the café down the street? The possibilities were endless, but still, the mental search persisted. He even appeared in your dream the very night of the party, standing tall and fair with his back toward you.

Friday night was arguably the busiest at the bar. It was a flurry of drink orders, checking IDs, and straining to hear customers over the cacophony of voices. But you preferred the busy evening shifts– the bustle made the time fly. And it occupied your mind in a way that kept you from thinking about everything else, at least temporarily.

But after the last call for alcohol, a lull finally fell into place, and you began with your housekeeping tasks. Small things such as wiping down the bar and prepping garnishes and the like. Mentally, you’d already clocked out and were at home watching the new episode of your favorite anime. You were distracted, not all the way present, and you had your back to the bar. That’s why you were startled when you turned around to see that Satoru had materialized on the other side.

You flinched and your eyes went wide as your hand flew to your chest as if to steady yourself. “Oh sh– hey, it’s you! You scared me.”

Satoru raised his hands and grinned wickedly. “Boo.”

Never mind that he hadn’t been anywhere near the bar in the five seconds it’d taken you to do a 360. But your heart rate returned to normal, and you drank in his appearance. Still gorgeous, even in the bar’s poor lighting. He wore a collarless black sweater with sleeves that were too long even for him, and a pair of gray slacks. The neutral tones made his blue eyes appear even brighter, seeming almost to glow.

“Aren’t you going to order something?” you asked teasingly. “It’s past last call, but I’m sure I can make an exception.”

Satoru purred, maintaining that wicked smile from before. “You’re too kind to me.”

“Please, I insist.” You cupped your hands around your mouth and leaned over the bar so that your fingers just barely were brushing the shell of his ear.

“It’s on the house,” you faux-whispered, trying to ignore the way his hair tickled your skin for the briefest of moments before you pulled away.

He swallowed, the first sign of hesitation you’d seen since meeting him. Not that you knew him well, but he otherwise moved so confidently and with such intention that the gesture seemed out of place on him.

“I’m afraid I don’t drink.”

“I can make you something virgin,” you urged, wiggling your eyebrows. You were being unnecessarily insistent, pushing a little hard, but you felt this inexplicable urge to impress him. To serve him...? It was your job, after all, to make drinks that people would enjoy.

And then he replied, his voice firm but not unkind, “I have to decline, but I deeply appreciate your offer.”

You sighed and made a point of overdramatizing your disappointment. “Some other time, then. I’ll get you something good to drink, just you wait.”

An unnamable expression flashed over his features, quickly replaced by another disarming smile. You weren’t sure if it was the dim lighting of the bar, but his pallor seemed more translucent than before, the color blending in with his pale hair. His eyes were nearly glowing, nearly burning and you found yourself trying to differentiate all the shades of blue within his irises before he cleared his throat, and you realized you had been staring.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, cursing the blush that crept high on your cheeks. “I just.. I swear that I’ve seen you before somewhere. It’s kind of driving me crazy.”

Satoru tilted his head in question, a mannerism of his that you’d picked up on. “Is that right?”

Okay, you were definitely into this guy, no doubt about it. How could you not be? He was insanely, unfairly attractive, and though you’d just met (SUPPOSEDLY), you couldn’t help but to feel that you were connected to him in some way. That was a scary thought, one you shoved down before it could fester along with your other delusions.

The bar where you worked was close to campus and being part of a chain, its main demographic for business was students. It was a simple coincidence for Satoru to be there. Maybe that’s where you knew him from- it wasn’t a total impossibility; you'd served thousands of people since starting there.

“When are you off?”

You glanced down at the small watch face adorning your wrist, pretending to squint as anxiety slithered into your gut. Guys had asked you that same question in the past after mistaking good bartending for flirting. Satoru was charming, but he was still a stranger, and it was already well past 2am. But something about him pulled trust out of you like it was nothing. Like he was luring you in, a moth drawn to a flame.

“30 minutes,” you replied truthfully. “Maybe longer, depending on the crowd.”

"I want to take you to a cafe down the street," he said. "It's open all night, and I'm sure you must be starving after such a long shift."

Your stomach tattled on you before you got the chance to respond, growling loudly at the prospect of eating- you'd neglected to do so before coming in almost eight hours ago.

“I couldn't impose-”

He smiled at you as your words trailed off, and that voice in your head telling you to be careful was far too distant as you felt your resolve falter. “I insist.”

So at exactly three o'clock, standing with his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall was Satoru. He lifted his head when he heard the door open, smiling once he realized that it was you. You'd be a fool to deny how pretty he was when he looked at you like that.

“Shall we?” you said once you were standing at his side.

“Of course. It’s only a block or two.”

You turned to your right, moving to take the first step of many, when a large hand wrapped itself around your wrist. It couldn't have been colder than 60 degrees Fahrenheit, but even through your sleeve, you could feel the frigid cold of his fingers. You gasped at the sudden touch, flicking your eyes up to his, which were likely wide with alarm.

“Ah, ah,” Satoru said, releasing you from his grasp. “This way.”

You tried not to let show how freaked out that made you, blaming it on how quickly he’d moved to stop you. But he carried on nonchalantly as though it was something he did with everyone- perhaps, he did, if you thought about it. You focused only on following him dutifully and nothing else as he led the way.

"Do you always work nights?" he asked, breaking through the buzz of your overthinking.

You nodded, grateful for him breaking the silence. "My roommate says I'm crazy, but I prefer it. I take classes in the evenings, too, so I'm usually sleeping during the day."

Satoru held the door for you, gesturing widely as you passed over the threshold. You plucked a menu from the pocket by the door, vaguely recognizing the restaurant's logo; it was a simplified portrait of a dryad.

“Oh!” you exclaimed. “I feel like I’ve been here before. Maybe in high school…”

Satoru chuckled. “It’s only been open for about a year. Maybe you should get those false memories checked out.”

"Ha-ha."

You could feel his eyes on the back of your head like two pinpricks of ultraviolet light as you escorted yourself to an open table. He slid gracefully into the booth across from you, folding his legs in a way that couldn't be comfortable under the too-short table. You laid the menu flat as you peered over it.

"What's good here?" you asked.

Swiftly, he replied, "Everything. Plus, you can never go wrong with chicken tenders."

"This is true."

You decided on a ham and Emmental baguette and a glass of cherry juice -they actually had it!-, opting to keep it simple. You noticed that Satoru hadn't grabbed a menu himself, but thought better than to comment on it. Besides, who were you to pry into the specifics of someone else's eating habits?

You slipped the straw dipped in your drink between two fingers, toying with it nervously. "So, what year are you?"

"Ah, I just graduated," Satoru replied, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "And you're a senior, right?"

Your eyebrows knit together as you tilted your head to the side just slightly. "How'd you know?"

Satoru didn't miss a beat. "You had that look about you at the party. And since you're old enough to bartend, I filled in the blanks."

When he put it that way, the logic seemed sound enough for you to safely dismiss it without a second thought.

"Quite the sleuth, are you?" you teased.

Satoru chuckled breathily. Before either of you could ask any more questions, your food magically appeared before you. Neither of you had indicated that this was a date, but you still wanted to at least try and appear well-mannered, so you ignored the urge to fall upon the sandwich.

"Are you sure you don't want some?" you asked, holding the half out to him.

Satoru raised a hand. "No, thank you, I ate not too long ago. Please, go on."

"I just feel bad."

But you figured it would be more rude to continue pestering him, so you decided just to suck it up and eat. You were starving anyway. You sunk your teeth into the sandwich, but you misjudged the force necessary to bite through the thick bread. Sharp pain lanced through your tongue and a familiar tanginess flooded your mouth.

"Fuck," you muttered. "Bit my tongue."

As politely as you could, you brought a napkin to your mouth and spit into it before folding it neatly to hide the blood. “Sorry.”

Satoru's eyes had grown wide as he stared down at the napkin. A muscle twitched in his jaw, and you suddenly grew more embarrassed. Had you really grossed him out that much? It was just a little blood and it wasn't exactly a Michelin star restaurant.

But as though you imagined it, that discomfort morphed into a smile so radiant you forgot he'd been unsettled in the first place. The bleeding stopped, thankfully, and you slowly but steadily made your way through the sandwich. While you ate, you and Satoru passed questions and answers back and forth like a badminton game.

He'd declined your offer to make him a drink and was refusing to eat anything now, but you thought little of it until you watched as he took the smallest sip from his glass of water. He made a face as though it tasted utterly foul. It was city water, after all, but he looked physically unwell after setting the glass back on the table.

“Are you okay?” you asked. “You look a little pale.”

He shook his head, making the stands of his white hair bounce comically. “Just tired. I didn’t expect to be out so late.”

You couldn’t deny the little stab of disappointment that shot through you, though your watch did read a quarter-to-four. Sure, you were off tomorrow, but that didn't mean that Satoru wasn't.

“Oh,” you said. “Well, I’m ready anytime, then.”

The second you place your dishes at the end of the table, Satoru sprung out of his spot in the booth and started for the door. His height must've been the reason he moved so fast, and you had to scramble out of the booth and run to catch up with him. You grabbed your coat from the rack and shrugged it on before following him through the door.

You turned to look at Satoru to somehow gauge the state of his wellbeing, only to catch him staring at you with stormy eyes and parted lips. Weren't you going to ask him something? But then he blinked away the intensity you'd seen, a placid expression replacing it instantly.

“One second," Satoru quickly added. “Wait here.”

He bolted back inside like a bullet from a gun, furiously jangling the bunch of bells that hung above the inside of the door. So, you waited, poking your head through the window to see just what he was doing. He was standing over the table where you'd both been seated just a minute before, but you couldn't see much more than that. He must've forgotten something, or maybe he just wanted to give his compliments to the chef- or something.

"Forgot my wallet," he said in explanation once he'd joined you at your spot by the curb. You nodded as he confirmed your first theory.

Satoru had both of his hands shoved into his pockets precariously as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. It seemed childish at first, but that quickly turned to endearment when you realized that he was nervous. "Would you want to do this again sometime?"

You smiled at him, touched by how sweetly he'd worded the question. You reached out to touch him in some way so he knew your next words were sincere, but he stood in a way that would've made it painfully awkward to do so, so you let your arm fall limp at your side.

"If you ever want to grab a bite, I'll be awake." you answered before the two of you parted ways for good.

All you knew was that you wanted to see him again, wanted to see this strange man you'd met by chance and break past his walls and excessive smiles. And you wanted him to tell you where you'd seen him before- maybe you were delusional, but you had an inkling that he knew exactly what you'd been talking about.

What you didn't know was that Satoru had followed you for the entirety of your walk home, slipping in and out of the shadows as he debated whether to reach for you. Sitting across from you in the booth had been torturous, especially once you'd bitten your tongue. The napkin that now sat in his pocket seemed to burn a hole straight through to the bone. Any of your blood would have long since dried, but it was yours, and for now, it would have to do.

His hand hovered over the doorknob- hadn't anyone taught you to always lock your door? He heard you shuffling around inside, the clinking of drinking glasses and silverware being put away. The mundanity of you tidying your kitchen was a slap in his face. You were still living, still warm-bodied and radiant. Not cursed, as he was, with a full life ahead of you that would end peacefully. There would come a day when you would close your eyes and they would not again open. It would be completely and utterly selfish of him to do something as stupid as tampering with something as precious as your life.

But the urge persisted, as it had for months, inspiring the most selfish ideals he’d ever before been plagued with. And that selfishness was what made him believe that he truly was a monster deserving of his fate. That selfishness made him into who he was.

If he'd never seen you that night just a few short months before, he would've long since left this forsaken city. He wouldn't be trapped here by the longing he felt for you. He wouldn't be such a damned mess, going to parties and putting himself directly into situations he should be avoiding at all costs. All the lies and the hiding started to add up after a while; soon he’d be so deeply intwined in a wreck of a story that would be too much to keep up with. He’d slip up eventually; he always did.

The party had been the absolute last straw. Suguru had advised him not to go, but Satoru was a social creature, and he still enjoyed bantering and foolishness as he had during his waking life. And as was commonplace as of late, anywhere you went, so would Satoru, because that's just the type he was.

He had not planned on getting as close as he did though. Quite literally, you’d been on top of him even if it was for only a second. But it had been enough to break through the delicate semblance of control he’d had hanging by a thread. The sheer pleasure he got from your scent alone was something he’d learned he needed; it was more than a want. Even now, the bits of you he could pick up on through the door had some kind of trancelike effect on him.

But as Satoru turned his back to your apartment, fists clenched by his sides from the sheer amount of effort it took, he admitted to himself that Suguru had been right. He shouldn't have gone, because it sealed the fact that his every moment would be consumed by thoughts of you.

Confession: I ship Shoko and Nanami SO HARD. They're both water signs, too. I love symbolism and foreshadowing more than anything else in this world.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #modern au #college au #vampire au #gojo headcanons #gojo x reader fluff #gojo fluff #nanami kento #shoko ieiri #suguru geto #gojo x you

[chateautae]

cherry blossoms | pjm. (m)

banner by the uber talented jen @itaeewon​ !!

➵ summary: despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the school’s chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic university’s top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of art—fucking.

➵ pairing: mentor!jimin x chancellor’s daughter!reader

➵ genre: magic!au, university!au, student/mentor!au, bit of mutual pining, sexual angst, absolute porn but with some plot :]

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 12k

➵ warnings: swearing, loads of bickering, delicIOUS angst, sexual tension, pining hehe, explicit sexual content, dom!jimin, making out, sir kink!!, praising ♥, slight body worship, biting, marking, sooo much breast play/fondling, scratching, dirty talk, finger-fucking, cum-tasting, oral (f. recieving), unprotected public sex (nobody sees themm and pls be smarter), sex in the rain, rough sex, multiple orgasms <3

➵ a/n: so sorry for the delay on this loves!! i’m in the middle of finals and working as well so things are hectic, but i hope you enjoy this little jimin fic i’ve had in mind for so long!! please excuse mistakes as I did not have a beta. as always, your feedback in appreciated <3

"Dad, you have to let me out of these lessons!"

"Y/N, you know I'm not going to do that."

Grumbling, you followed after your father into his stuffy office. Grandiose, far too cluttered, and decorated with ridiculous magical items far too eclectic for your taste. This space only heightened your concern for your father’s sanity. He could hardly remember where he placed his glasses in here; there’s no way he’s sensible enough to justify keeping you in these hellish lessons. 

“Dad, please. I know you said Mr. Park is a good fighter but that’s not what I need. I need somebody to teach me about my magic, not show me how to throw a punch.” 

Your father grievously sighed, taking a tired seat behind his desk. “Honey, being able to use magic comes from our ability to fight, to defend ourselves and protect our friends. What Jimin is teaching you is exactly what you need.” 

“But he sucks, dad!” You wailed, stomping your foot. You didn’t care how bratty you sounded despite being a full-grown woman, there was nothing you despised more than waltzing into that practice room and having your dignity stripped from you. Jimin was too damn ruthless; he didn’t understand the concept of baby steps and refused to comprehend gentler forms of teaching—he was a nightmare.

“He’s a goddamn menace, dad. I swear I’ll die before I learn how to use these dumb powers.” You made a show of opening your palm and letting your sorry-assed cherry blossoms dance over your fingers, flashing your father an irritated look. 

He furrowed his thick brows before leaning forward on his desk, peering at you seriously. “Do you mean to say he’s not treating you right, Y/N?” 

Sensing his over-protectiveness, you shut him down. “No, dad. He treats me fine, it’s just… it’s hard, okay? His lessons are too hard. I feel like I’m not learning anything and just making a fool out of myself. You have to get me somebody else.” 

“Y/N, honey, I wish I could tell you there was an easier option, but there isn’t.” He stressed as kindly as possible, flipping open his tattered book of spells. He attempted to locate his reading glasses as he spoke—yeah, he’s certainly not sane enough. “Your powers are just unique and they require more specialized training in order to reach your full potential.” 

“That sounds like a really sugar-coated way of saying they basically suck.” Your tone oozed bitterness, folding your arms with a huff. Your father exhaled despondently, meeting your gaze with sympathy.

“Your powers don’t suck, honey. You know our magic is just a manifestation of our personas, and you’ve inherited your mother’s Earth element. Your cherry blossoms are beautiful powers we don’t see in generations, you should be more proud of them.” 

“Please, dad. You have lava as a goddamn power and mom can literally make hurricanes, how are cherry blossoms even close to that?” 

Your father shook his head in disappointment, rising from his seat to address you sternly. “Y/N, the only reason your powers aren’t strong is because you keep putting yourself down and undermining your ability. You need to stop that, and Jimin’s training will help you if you try. I truly believe he’ll draw out the best of your abilities.” 

Even if you contended he was right, your stubbornness won over, still pissed about this unjust kerfuffle you’ve suffered ever since your birth. Why did you have to be born with such shitty powers? Why did you have to train ten times harder than everyone else? Why were you subjected to brutal lessons that didn’t teach you a lick of anything?

Consumed by rage, your features furrowed with anger, words laced with a cutthroat tone. “Fine, but if I actually die or end up getting horribly injured, then it’ll be your fault, dad.” 

Before he could respond, you stormed off, making sure you slammed the door of his office before disappearing into the hall. 

“Again.” 

Rolling your eyes where he couldn’t see, you replicated the exact sequence Jimin showed you earlier, focusing all your power into your hits and punches. On the last blow, the dummy actually tipped over, clattering on the ground with a thud. Your face lit up instantly—you’ve never done that before. 

“Holy shit!” You cheered, facing Jimin with a radiant smile. “I fucking did it!” 

“No, you didn’t.” Jimin scorned you, rigidly walking over to reposition the dummy. “That was a sloppy performance, do it again.” 

Exasperated, you held out your arms. “What the fuck, Jimin? Are you seriously going to tell me that wasn’t good? And please, performance should be more so your concern.” 

Jimin’s eyes suddenly hazed over with something dark and cold at your innuendo, causing a shiver to crawl up your spine—it’s like the devil himself was reaching into your soul and scraping it out of your body. “It isn’t about concentrating all your power into one move. It makes you sloppy and inconsistent, you need to learn how to control your power and appropriately distribute it throughout your body.” 

“Wha–” You scoffed, confoundment riddling your features. “What the hell does this have to do with magic? You wanted me to repeat the sequence, and I did, what’s your problem?” 

Jimin broke out into a dangerously low scoff. His crossed arms didn’t exactly help the situation, nor his tense and delicious body. 

Yes, your mentor was insanely gorgeous. His lush lips, soft nose and majestic eyes were like deadly weapons. His flawlessly-sculpted cheekbones and jawline had girls at your school squealing, and it was especially hot whenever he locked his jaw when he was pissed at you, but you weren’t going to let your hormones win this fight. So what if his lean muscles appeared god-like when they were covered in sweat? Or when he swept his ring-slated hands through his luscious locks of raven-black hair? His good looks had nothing on you, even if your focus often deviated whenever the Adonis-like man lifted his shirt for even a millisecond. 

You are totally not whipped. 

You lost all function when Jimin suddenly closed in on you, boring black holes into your irises. “First of all, you need to stop cussing at me. I don’t appreciate it. Second of all, I don’t remember giving you permission to address me so casually. Where’s your ‘Sir’?” 

“Well my fucking bad, Sir. I’m a goddamn 22 year-old university student and I can swear as much as I want.” You matter-of-factly retorted. “And last time I checked, you’re not some 40-year-old I’m gonna call Sir.” 

“I’m old enough.” He gritted, piercing your very soul. “Now, get in your stance and try out the sequence on me. And this time, try to do as I say.” 

Flashing him a dirty look, you propped a hand on your hip, saccharinely smiling. “Sorry, Sir. Can’t try out the sequence on you—I’ll probably break your bones.” 

Tonguing the inside of his cheek, Jimin sent you an electric gaze that prickled your veins, completely blindsided when he suddenly performed the sequence on you. He disarmed you within seconds, barely managing to block his hits. Before you knew it, he caged you in his arms, your back crashing into his chest. 

“Jimin–what the fuck!” 

“Didn’t I always tell you to keep your guard up?” He harshly instructured, squeezing you to his frame in an inescapable lock. He wasn’t hurting you, he was holding you as lightly as possible so as to not harm you—he always did that. But dear God, could you feel your legging-cladded ass snug against his crotch, and you’d disintegrate if you ever got a feel for what he hid between his legs. 

“So what? We were just talking!” 

“And there will be countless scenarios where you’re merely speaking to someone before they attack you.” Jimin harshly reminded you. “Listen to me for once, Y/N.” 

Frustrated by his strong arms, you dropped your weight and squirmed out of his deadly hold, shoving him off you. “This has nothing to do with magic! I don’t listen to you because you teach me jackshit.” 

Jimin sighed as he swept a hand over his stunning face. “This has everything to do with magic, Y/N. You just refuse to see it.” 

“Oh yeah?” You challenged Jimin, crossing your arms as you bitterly guffawed. “Is that really it? Or because you don’t have the balls to actually come at me with your magic?” 

Jimin’s look wasn’t just dark anymore, his glare hardened into onyx. He was seething with frustration he was holding back for your sake, evidenced by his clenched jaw. His muscles tensed, and his steps towards you became menacing. “Oh really? I’m too scared to use my magic against you? How’s about this?” 

Subsequently, Jimin waved his hands and manifested shadowy, pitch black ropes that seemed just as lethal as they looked. Before you could breathe, he launched one at you, causing you to shriek as you poorly defended yourself. 

Another whip came flying at you, fearfully raising your palms and projecting enough cherry blossoms to cushion his heavy blow. You protected yourself again, and again, and again until your back pressed against the studio mirrors behind you, screeching when Jimin’s ominous black ropes came rushing towards you like harrowing hands. You cowered, utterly helpless as you trembled.

To your surprise, the black ropes halted right before you, retracting within seconds. You uncovered your fearful face and watched Jimin’s obsidian eyes melt back into their chocolatey brown, his intense gaze fixated on you. 

Your fury boiled over then, irately raising your voice. “What the fuck was that for?!” 

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me to use my magic on you, didn’t you?” 

“Not like that, you ass! How could you do that?!” 

Within seconds, Jimin’s hands were either side of your head, slamming against the mirrors behind you. Your breath hitched as his intense presence permeated you, staring at him in confuddled awe. 

“To show you that you’re not ready,” steam practically blew out of his nose, his hard eyes and imposing aura suffocating you with alpha male energy. “You can’t handle me, or my magic.” 

You must’ve been crazy, borderline lunatic to think his words held a deeper meaning. You couldn’t lie; Park Jimin was known to be an insanely intense, brooding man. He was primarily quiet, stuck to himself and performed his duties with exemplary skill. He was quite the enigma; nobody truly knew his background information or how he grew up, let alone his age. 

The nosy students of your school only made a rough estimate when somebody unearthed the information that he started working for your father when he was 12, and someone else overheard an executive member mention that he’s served the school for a stellar 15 years. That placed his age at the rough estimate of 27, though he could be younger or older for all you knew. 

So indeed, Jimin was correct. Maybe you couldn’t really handle him, he’s dark and mysterious and dangerous and made all your alarms fire off in succession, but he was enthralling all the same. Even if you knew your skill was nil compared to his, challenging him made things all the more fun—he always looked so sexy when you pissed him off. 

“Who says I can’t handle you? I’ve been keeping up with your hellish lessons.” 

Jimin narrowed his demon eyes. “Barely; if you listened to me, you’d flourish faster.” 

Scoffing, you dismantled his makeshift cage around you, pushing his arms away. “Maybe if you actually taught me magic, I’d be inclined to listen.” 

“You want me to teach you about magic? Well how’s about this; magic is unpredictable, volatile, and entirely out of your control. And until you learn how to do something as simple as controlling the power distribution in your own body, you’ll never be ready enough to use your own powers. Never.” 

Opening your mouth to counter him, emotions welled up within you instead. His words were lethal, stabbing you through the chest and stifling any confidence you had. 

This is exactly why you despised him and his lessons. All they ever did was pinpoint your weaknesses, like he was always rubbing salt in your wounds and enjoyed watching you squirm with agony. 

He seemed to notice your glassy eyes, a sliver of sympathy cracking through his mask of stoicism. 

“Y/N, you just need to listen to me.” He approached you, apprehensive about coming any closer when you clearly appeared too shaken—his eyes softened momentarily. “You have to stop resisting me and your powers. Your father gave me this task and I will honour him by seeing it through. You have to accept your magic… you have to accept me.” 

Utterly distressed, you couldn’t handle him anymore. Not the hint of care in his gorgeous irises, not the scent of him casting a spell on you, or how his imposing aura lit a fire inside your trembling soul—none of it was within your capacity anymore. 

You marched across the practice room to haul your bag over your shoulder and ran out on him—you were too embarrassed to face him, and nothing you could do would salvage your dignity after that. 

It’d been a week since that last encounter with Jimin, having barely focused on your lectures for the grueling days. You didn’t look forward to seeing him this afternoon at all, having frowned and grumbled throughout most of your listless day. 

“Y/N, Jungkook just blocked, aren’t you going to cheer for him?” 

Pulled out of your reverie, your vision cleared up to find Jungkook flexing his muscles across the field as the scoreboard remained the same, your school leading by an astounding 20. 

“Jungkook will forgive me, he knows I’ve been bummed.” 

“I know he’s your best friend, but best friends appreciate support the most. You should cheer for him.” Nila benignly suggested, whooping when your school earned possession of the ball first. 

Reluctantly, your eyes followed after the soccer ball wriggling between bulky pairs of legs until it was eventually kicked in Jungkook’s direction. Your breath caught in your lungs when you watched the ball hurtle towards the very corner of the net, but there was no need to fret. 

Jungkook leapt across the net and cleverly caught the ball with his gigantic gloves, the school erupting into bouts of cheers. You smiled brightly and hollered for Jungkook as he proudly grinned at the crowd and his teammates, clearing the ball far down the field towards your school’s midfielders. 

“There, is that better?” You swiveled around to Nila with a full-of-it face. 

“Damn,” she shook her head, “Mr. Park really does get your panties in a twist.” 

“Hey!” 

“What?” Nila feigned innocence, sipping on her iced coffee. “You’re the one who didn’t shut up about the one inch of ab you got from him two weeks ago. And recently you haven’t shut up about him getting all up in your space, either.” 

Pouting, you narrowed your eyes at her. “Whatever; he’s still an ass.” 

“Mm. From what everyone’s seen, he’s got a hot ass.” 

Mouth falling agape, you smacked Nila’s arm as she exclaimed in pain. “Ow! Y/N, listen, I get you’re mad at him but don’t take it out on me!” 

“I know I’m-I’m sorry.” You sighed, moping on the bleachers. “He just has me on edge; am I ever gonna get better? Am I really just that crap at magic?” 

Nila softened upon hearing your qualms, reaching out and curling her arm around your shoulders. “Hey, isn’t magic all about our will to fight? Last time I checked, you’ve got the most fight and willpower I’ve ever seen. You can do it, Y/N, you just have to put your mind to it.”

Sulking in your seat, her advice resonated with you, lightening up. “I guess.” You contended. “Well, tell Jungkook I had to leave early again for my lessons. Text me the updates.” 

“Of course. You’ll have to prepare your bank account for him either way, though. You know he eats a lot whether he’s happy from winning or sad from losing.” 

Chuckling, you thanked her for her words and slinged your tote bag over your shoulder, ready to step down the bleachers. 

“Oh, wait. Y/N. You just reminded me.” Nila suddenly clasped your elbow, swiveling towards her. 

“What’s up?” 

“So, I don’t know how true this is. But apparently Mr. Park got into some shit in the afternoon.” She relayed. “I don’t know if he’s still pissed or not, but I’ve heard he’s been extra mean today.” 

“What?” You incredulously exclaimed. “You’re fucking kidding me, what shit did he get into?” 

“I don’t know the specifics, but apparently he got into a spat with some of the other guards. Again, not entirely sure, but some of Jungkook’s friends heard that it started over you.” 

Bewilderment etched into your features, sitting shocked, practically electrocuted. “O-over me? What? Why?” 

“Don’t know.” Nila shrugged her shoulders. “But it seemed like the other guards said something about you and it pissed off Mr. Park. He made a whole scene about it. Nat from our enchantments class said he saw Mr. Park choking one of the guards.” 

That… doesn’t even sound real. Why would Jimin get mad about something concerning you? Of all people? Why would he cause a scene by attacking one of the school’s guards? He’s usually such a calm, collected man who’s never lashed out like that; what could they have possibly said to short circuit his fuse? 

“Shit, okay. Thanks for letting me know, Nila. I’ll get more info from my dad later if I can.” 

“No problem.” Nila smiled sweetly. “I just hope he isn’t hard on you today.” 

You scoffed, shooting her a knowing look. “Please, it wouldn’t be different from any other day.” 

She laughed with you. “Hey, it kinda sounds like he’s got a soft spot for you. And he’s insanely hot too! You should jump his bones.” 

You shuddered when Nila sent you a mischievous wink, flinging a dirty look her way before quickly stepping down the bleachers. 

You jumped when your school suddenly erupted into deafening cheers. Of course, Jungkook skillfully blocked what would’ve been a nasty penalty, and you happily smiled at the sight of him shouting with his teammates, his doe eyes glistening under the blinding lights. 

Content, you paddled through the wet field grass before your smile fell from your face, remembering what Nila told you. Will Jimin be okay when you see him? You’ve seen the hard man frustrated or annoyed with you before, but never angry enough to choke another person. 

You truly hoped he was alright.

“We’re not training here.” 

“What? Why not?” You stared perplexedly at Jimin. 

Jimin didn’t utter another word, his features drawn together in controlled irritation. Clearly, he was still pissed about whatever happened this afternoon, but he seemed to be containing it around you. 

He grasped your hand and began leading you out of your usual practice room. Your heart spasmed once his hand was in yours—bigger, warmer, callused, his cold, silver rings pressed into your palm—the sensation erupted goosebumps all over your skin. 

He’s never touched you like this before. 

You were so hyper-fixated on your connected hands that you didn’t even notice the corridors and stairs he led you through, far too captivated by the beautiful, glassy skin of his hands with a few veins bulging. He gripped you tighter as you both stepped out into a large courtyard, enclosed by four walls that housed slightly elevated halls for viewing. 

Your confused eyes flickered around the open space, unfamiliar to this area. 

“Woah, where are we?” 

“My private courtyard.” 

Taken aback, you blinked. “You… have your own courtyard?” 

“Yes.” 

“Why?” 

Again, Jimin didn’t entertain your question, merely released your hand before he tread through the grass and set his things down. “Put your stuff with mine.” 

Obliging, you followed after him and stuffed your bag with his things, clearing your throat before you faced him at full attention. You purposefully sealed your mouth shut despite questions frolicking about in your mind. Jimin seemed moody and irritable; it’s probably best to keep quiet. 

His shoes scraped across the dry, dirt ground as he sauntered towards the center of the courtyard, kicking at some of the loose pebbles. He stopped and peered back at you, cocking his head for you to join him. 

Scrambling, you paddled over until you were across from him. You could sense his residual anger, but he appeared calmer now; either a result of his stellar self-control or perhaps… you? 

Now that’s just impossible. 

“We’re outside because you're an Earth element and would train better outside—with nature.” He explained, and your eyes automatically widened. 

“You’re… gonna teach me about magic?” 

Stoic, Jimin pursed his lips before folding his delicious arms instead. His voice was hypnotizing as he deflected, like you were a snake being charmed. “I don’t know if anyone’s told you this, but the best element among the regular five is Earth—you reap the benefits of Mother Nature and it’s the most naturally occurring element. It constantly offers pure magic.” 

“Really?” 

“Mm.” He nods. “As an Earth element, you can constantly channel pure magic from the Earth, so it’s best to train or fight outside.” 

“Wow.” You marveled, blindsided by that information. “The other elements don’t have that?” 

“Each element offers its own benefits. Water’s abundant within everything, fire is aided by any heat, dark elements can channel the dark realms.” Jimin casually informed. “But as an Earth element, you’ll easily draw power from the nature around you.” 

“Dark elements… I thought they were the most powerful.” You trailed, considering them in your head. The Dark elements were always known to be a forbidden, scarcely discussed aspect of your magical world. It was a category of magic users that typically channeled their powers from the dark spheres of your universe, but were widely shunned upon considering one’s magic was a manifestation of their personalities. 

Dark magic could only mean their owners were dark and sometimes… villainous. 

”Technically, yes, but dark elements are usually ostracized and penalized. They’re regarded as outcasts and are often apprehended by law enforcement—their powers suffer as a result.” 

“But, Jimin,” you paused, sympathy faintly lacing your tone. “Aren’t you a dark magic user? They’re only shunned because they can do things… forbidden in the magic world.”  

Jimin’s eyes slightly widened, tensing his folded arms. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly, possibly not expecting you to know that information. You only knew because it was a rumour that floated around campus—turns out it was right. 

“Don’t ask questions, just listen.” He commanded sharply. 

Sighing, instead of becoming angry, you decided to be kinder. Being a dark element wasn’t easy; they were constantly ridiculed, incarcerated and over-policed—perhaps that's why Jimin was always so pissy. There was no doubt he faced the same struggles. “C’mon, Jimin. You want me to listen to you, don’t you?” 

Jimin’s hard stare focused elsewhere, causing you to step closer to him—you searched for his eyes and spoke with a soft, affable tone. “I’d listen to you if you told me more about yourself.” 

Jimin appeared reluctant, watching the gears in his head shift through his enigmatic eyes. He sighed before loosening his rigid muscles, dialing down his intensity. 

“I have shadow magic.” He said, his features radiating apprehension, appreciating him when he continued nonetheless. “I can create shadows.” 

To your surprise, Jimin demonstrated his ability by waving his hand and suddenly, manifesting a small cluster of cherry blossoms. They appeared similar to yours, quaint and honestly… beautiful. They were slightly translucent and shadowy, but you giggled when he blew the black petals through your hair, tickling your cheeks as they passed by. 

They fluttered majestically in the air before fading away. When your gaze locked with Jimin’s, you swear you found a faint smile on his lips as he watched you, but you decided to not entertain anything outlandish. 

“Oh my god, that was so cool!” 

He shrugged, hands stuffed into his dress pant pockets. “It can be. I can access and draw power from the shadow realm too, let’s me move through the shadows.” 

“That’s so much better than my powers.” You whined, never noticing the unconscious steps you took towards him, far too eager. “But what’s so forbidden about your magic? It’s stunning.” 

Jimin’s expression slightly contorted with shock, as though he’d never heard such a thing about his magic before. He dismantled it before you could really extrapolate anything, though, clearing his throat. “Being able to move through the shadows gives me the power to control them.” He gravely explained. “I can control other people’s shadows.” 

You furrowed your brows. “What’s so forbidden about that?” 

“Y/N…” he practically purred, staring deeply into your eyes. You attempted to subside the spark in your sex when he said your name so… sexily. “People are attached to their shadows. I can control them and make them do whatever I want—they can become my puppets.” 

Pouting, you recognized the law within your magic world he infringed upon; using magic to control others. But you knew Jimin, he would never do such a thing. 

“But you’d never do that, Jimin.” 

Jimin scoffed, his dry smile far too attractive for his own good. “And how are you so sure about that?” 

Softening, you guess you had no real clue. But something about Jimin didn’t radiate evil energy. You could feel the good in him, could sense that residing behind his ribs was a kind heart; why else would he be working at your school? Helping you out? 

Closing the space between you two, you stepped forward, utilizing the one ace you knew you had—Nila made a point earlier. 

Gazing up into his gripping stare, you dared to keep eye contact, swimming through his onyx irises rather than letting them drown you. “Because you wouldn't do that to me, would you?”

Jimin’s jaw tensed as he looked at you, his features melting from one of solid steel into malleable silver. He revealed the slightest bit of emotion as he sucked in a breath, carefully studying your face. His gaze lingered on your lips for a second longer than you expected, and you swear the tension was palpable. 

Suddenly your heart was throbbing, your blood pumping in your veins and your breaths quickening. His lips became your focus, too. So plump and utterly tempting, like they were sweeter than a popsicle on a hot summer’s day. 

And you couldn’t lie, they were the kind of fat, juicy lips you wouldn’t just want on your mouth… 

You coughed and broke eye contact once your mind descended into the gutter, also springing Jimin back to reality. He cleared his throat before stepping away from you. 

“We should train.” He swallowed.

You exhaled with stupid sexual frustration, mind brewing with all sorts of turmoil as you agreed. You could sense the guard he had, like he’d never let anybody past his hard shell. His walls were iron-clad with his heart caged, as though something dark and wild was hidden inside of him. 

But you didn’t care; you wanted more. Something about Jimin compelled you to tread further, to dip your toes in his dangerous waters and truly submerge yourself within the deep, deep ocean that was this man. 

 “Jimin, you don’t have to hide.” Your tone dripped with sympathy, approaching him again. “I’m… I’m here, okay?” 

Before you could touch him, Jimin turned his back on you, his energy now agitated. His squared shoulders were the only thing visible to you now, his one word sharper than a knife. “Stop.” 

Defeated, you sighed as your eyes lingered on his back. It appeared so… lonely, so guarded. You pushed away any prying thoughts and simply followed after him. Clearly this subject was too touchy for him—he was already housing frustration from whatever happened this morning. 

You watched as Jimin clenched his fists before turning around. He appeared far more collected, calmer, but his eyebrows still sexily drawn together. “Let’s get back to training.” 

Acquiescing, you pursed your lips as you nodded, stepping towards him. 

“Okay, I think the reason why your magic lacks offensive power is because you don’t think of them that way.” He recovered smoothly—you furrowed your brows in response. 

“What do you mean?” 

“What I mean is that magic doesn’t become powerful naturally. You need to cultivate it, weaponize it.” Jimin explained, motioning towards you. “Conjure up some cherry blossoms for me.” 

Exhaling carefully, you internally pep-talked yourself as you took your stance, driving away all daunting thoughts. Opening your palm, a cluster of cherry blossoms sprouted from it, fluttering with grace. Your gaze connected with Jimin’s as he nodded. 

“Good. Now, how do you think of your magic when you’re going to use it in a fight or in battle?” 

Sifting through your head, you contemplated a logical scenario. “I would ambush the enemy with my cherry blossoms.” 

“Mm. That’s where you’re wrong.” 

“What?” You peered at him with perplexion. “What’s wrong about that?” 

Jimin tongued the inside of his cheek before he stepped closer to you, his fierce, alluring eyes holding your attention captive. “How do you think of your cherry blossom magic?” 

You shrugged, avoiding the surge of arousal his gaze sent though you. “Simple. They’re flowers and petals.” 

“Again, wrong.” Jimin surprisingly tutted you softly. “It’s true, your magic is mainly flowers and petals, but did you ever consider that if you manifested thousands of them and launched them at the speed of light, they could be as sharp as a knife?” 

“I–” you opened your mouth to counter him, but found no rebuttal. It was true, you’ve never thought of your petals that way, you’d always considered them for what they were—cherry blossoms. “I guess?” 

Jimin flicked two fingers in the air and suddenly, a shadowy, black card manifested between his middle and index finger, drawing your attention towards it. 

“Your petals are like this card; right now they’re flimsy and harmless.” 

He purposely bends the card and plays with it, demonstrating its malleability. 

“But, if I launch the card at a high speed,” Jimin then fixed himself into a stance and speedily whipped the card right over your shoulder, hurtling towards the small tree behind you. Your shocked eyes marvelled at the card completely slicing the bark, slowly turning back towards him. 

“Okay, woah.” You contended, taken aback by his skill. “So I have to do that, but with my cherry blossoms?” 

“Mm.” He nodded, folding his delicious arms. “Think of your cherry blossoms as knives. Manifest thousands of petals and try launching them at a high speed.” 

You cleared your throat, preparing yourself. You understood what he was requesting, but you didn’t know where to begin. Something about Jimin watching you so intensely as you began was daunting, embarrassed that you might appear like a fool. 

“Could… could you not watch?” 

He quirked a brow. “Why not?” 

“Because…” You averted your eyes, attempting to be furtive about your timidness. “I don’t want you to watch me fail.” 

He sighed, long and deep, though his eyes revealed slight sympathy. “You won’t fail, Y/N. Don’t think about what other people will think; just think about you and your magic. Your cherry blossoms.” 

Absorbing his words, you focused on your magic and honed in on controlling them, manifesting a cluster large enough to at least be a hundred. You knew you were near the amount Jimin wanted, shamefully flashing your eyes in his direction where he noticed your hesitancy. 

“It’s okay Y/N. Just take a deep breath, take your time.” 

Your face revealed shock listening to his words; he’s never been so… supportive before. He appeared calm and patient, boosting your morale. You concentrated on squeezing more petals out of you, but your exhaustion was winning over, the exertion far too much. 

“Fuck!” You curse as your magic fizzled out. “I can’t fucking create more. I don’t get how I’m going to do this.” 

“Y/N…” Jimin purred again, gulping when your gaze found his soft one. 

“Fucking what Jimin?” 

“Here,” Jimin approached you, grasping your forearms from behind and suddenly, encasing you in his arms. Your breath hitched feeling his body so close to yours, the warmth radiating off him completely addicting. You wanted to melt into him, let your back press against his chest, but your thoughts were interrupted when Jimin’s gorgeous voice filled your ears. “Try it like this.” 

His breath fanned across the crest of your ear, engulfing you with vigour. Jimin’s surprisingly careful hands slithered down your forearms, curling them over your wrists. He relaxed your position, situating you to be less stiff. 

“Don’t be so stiff,” his charming, quiet voice sent ripples throughout your body. “Let yourself feel everything you feel.” 

Heeding his advice, you shut your eyes and focused on your surroundings. You could hear birdsong, chirping majestically. You could smell the fog sticking to the ground, the chillier breeze of rain clouds emerging. But you were at a crossroads; you could smell Jimin’s intoxicating male scent, musky and powerful. You could feel his rings against your heated skin, your heart thundering as you swallowed nervously. 

Jimin seemed to notice your melting. “Good, think about the nature around you.” He purred, beautiful and sweet. “Think about the ground beneath your feet; its density, its strength.” 

You inhaled meditatively as you envisioned the strength of the ground, it’s mighty rock that’s endured centuries of history. 

“Think about the millions of blades of grass around you, the enriching oxygen. Think about how every cell in your body craves that oxygen, how much you want it.” 

You shuddered, entirely engrossed by his enchanting voice, his calming presence that anchored you to the Earth. Suddenly, it was easy thinking about your cherry blossoms, channeling the traits of all the elements you considered. 

Magically, thousands of little petals flowed out of you, opening your eyes to find a gorgeous school of pink blossoms. 

“Oh my god,” you marvalled, breath catching in your throat. “Oh my god, oh my god!” You were mesmerized, not having seen such a magnificent cluster of your own abilities, the petals moving at your command. 

You swear you could feel Jimin smile behind you, your eyes bright and radiant with triumph. “That was amazing, Y/N.” 

Grinning from ear to ear, you cheerfully regard him, hands too antsy for more. “Teach me more, teach me more!” 

“Of course,” he beautifully chuckled, and you quickly noticed what a rare sight that was, a symphonious sound. “Try thinking of that tree as an enemy. Get mad. Envision your cherry blossoms annihilating it, and think of the Earth around you helping you.” 

Positioning yourself again, Jimin took a light step back as you controlled your swarm of cherry blossoms. You zeroed-in on his advice, adopting a state of zen that allowed you to concentrate on your abilities. Within seconds of allowing yourself a stream of thoughts, you felt your veins surge with insurmountable power, your irises heat, and your fingertips feel tingly as your petals launched towards the tree. 

The bark incurred a significant amount of damage, your blossoms trickling away into thin air as they dispersed. Again, you celebrated, turning to Jimin with a victorious smile. 

“Holy shit, I actually did that!” 

Jimin’s slight, proud grin honestly shot an arrow through your heart. “Yes you did, Y/N.” 

Subsequently, Jimin patiently lets you practice just like that; manifesting, honing in, launching. He repeats the same regime with you over and over, prompting you with small tips and advice to let your power slowly, but surely cultivate. You succeeded enough times that Jimin’s smile replicated yours once your abilities became more refined, clearly indicating significant progress. 

Jimin sauntered his way in front of you at a fair distance afterwards, cutting you off from the tree you previously damaged. You furrowed your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” 

Hiding a small smile, Jimin stood tall and proud as he mischievously peered at you. “You’ve been doing great so far, but now you have to hit me with your cherry blossoms.” 

“Wha–?” 

“Just hit me, Y/N.” 

Apprehensively, you sucked it up, flashing him a challenging look. “Fine. But it’s your funeral.” 

Jimin cracked a full-of-it grin. “We’ll see about that.” 

You couldn’t help but let your lips curve as you positioned yourself, Jimin also assuming a defensive stance. Applying everything he’d taught you just now, you internally manifested your power, letting it compile until it could flow out of you. 

Within seconds, your cherry blossoms trickled out of your fingertips, creating a large enough storm that you envisioned as little razor blades, and launched them in Jimin’s direction. For a second, you felt confident you’d got him. Your cherry blossoms were flying far too fast for him to counter—you were horribly mistaken. 

Jimin’s shadows spilled out of his hands, creating a wave of shadowy black that casted your incoming swarm away from him, like a shield. After your blossoms were thwarted, Jimin suddenly charged towards you, his long strides causing him to meet you within just 3 steps. 

His arm curled around your body, crushing you to his front tight enough that your chest squished into his. You malfunctioned, veins surging with arousal powerful enough to completely subdue you. His fist suddenly came up, positioned for a damning left hook. 

You’re stunned, left with whiplash as you stared at him in awe—a curve crept up onto his lips, his eyes dancing. “So, my funeral? Or yours?” 

Winded by his wit, you scoffed, cheeks burning brightly. “I…” 

“You…?” 

Swallowing, you hated that your wandering eyes trickled down to his chest—his buttoned shirt revealed a small, tempting area of it. His eyes felt fierce, fixated on you with a sort of passion you couldn’t figure out. Before your mind spiralled into thoughts of kissing him, you attempted to utilize what Jimin taught you. 

Immediately, you shoved his fist away and tried placing it in a lock, but Jimin read your movement. The second you spinned, he instead overpowered you and tugged your back into his chest, caging you from behind. You cursed, struggling against his iron grip. Despite the feeling of being this close to him suffocating you, you immediately dropped your weight, dismantling him for a second. 

Your fingers curled underneath his and released his grip, tumbling out. You whirled around and lifted your hands, cherry blossoms filtering out of your palms towards him. Jimin merely smirked, shaking his head before his black ropes manifested before you. They grappled your wrists before you could even react, ensnared by his might. 

You resisted, but nothing broke his hold. Your palm flew open to attack him, but without your stance, there was no hope in manifesting enough of your petals. Still, you persisted, using Jimin’s ropes to tug him towards you. He stumbled forward, granting you the opportunity to lift your knee and catch him in his manhood, but you were too predictable. 

Jimin blocked your knee, curled his hands underneath it and lifted you, causing you to nearly fall back. You yelped as your hand flew around Jimin’s neck to balance yourself, an instinct of his forcing you both backwards. Your back eventually pressed against one of the many posts supporting the upper levels of his courtyard. 

Winded, your breaths felt quick and heavy once you stared at Jimin—his hand darted back to cushion your blow against the post, his other hand holding your knee against his hip. Your arms flailed around his neck, now left in this entirely compromising position. 

He gazed deeply into your eyes, shocked you both ended up like this. Your heart was hammering so loud you were afraid he could see through your ribs, blood rushing to your head. His scent was casting a spell on you, even if his black ropes were around your wrists. For a second, you think about releasing his hold, but Jimin’s beautiful eyes begin scanning your face, falling to your lips. He lingers once again for far too long. 

Your breath hitched, considering the idea of kissing him, of simply decreasing this space until you both forgot each other’s names. He pissed you off, he irritated you, and his lessons have made you feel shitty more times than you could count. But he was invigorating, impassioning, an entirely electric, consuming danger you wanted to explore more than anything. 

As if reading your mind, Jimin actually inched forward, concentrated on your lips. You panicked, unbelieving that he could even want to kiss you. He must be sick in the head or mistaking you for someone else, because there’s simply no way. 

“Jimin…” You cooed, swallowing harshly before your lips blurted out something random—a stupid defence mechanism. “What happened this afternoon?” 

Pausing, Jimin’s features contorted with confusion, lightly pulling back. “What?” 

“This… this afternoon.” You timidly repeated, peering carefully into his obsidian eyes. “I heard about what happened.” 

Jimin appeared suddenly… betrayed. As though you’d committed a horrible act. “Why are you asking me about that?” 

“Because I’m worried,” you laced your tone affably. “I’m sorry if you don’t want to talk about it. You don’t have to. But I just want to know if you’re okay.” 

Jimin’s eyes revealed complete disorientation, eyebrows straightening into a harsh line before his hands retracted from your body. “It’s none of your concern, Y/N.” 

He stepped away from you too quickly, a disapproving look smeared all over his face. You immediately felt hurt, as though shards of glass were piercing your chest. 

“Jimin, please. I’m sorry but… I’m just worried.” 

“I never asked you to worry, Y/N.” Jimin harshly scorned you. “It’s none of your business.” 

“None of my business?” You repeated, tone rising in attitude. “How is it none of my business when it was about me?” 

Jimin immediately froze, whirling around to regard you with anger. “How do you know that?” 

“That doesn’t matter,” you retorted. “I just wanna know, Jimin, what happened? What could’ve possibly made you react the way you did?” 

“I told you, Y/N.” Jimin warned, his eyes revealing thin patience. “Stop asking me questions, or you’ll regret it.” 

Clenching your fists tightly, you were tired of this—his evasiveness was incorrigibly irritating. “Oh really, you’ll make me regret it? Especially when my name was mentioned?” 

Jimin’s jaw visibly tightened, his muscles tensed. “You don’t need to know.” 

You scoffed, closing in on him as you folded your arms. “But I think I do, Jimin. You think it’s not going to concern me when another guard brings up my name? Just tell me.” 

“No.” 

“Jimin…” you ground your teeth, frustration seeping into your attitude. “Tell me right the fuck now, or I ask my father and I’ll find out anyway.” 

Jimin appeared stuck then, lightly cursing to himself as he contemplated his options. Clearly, he had to know you were right—of course it concerned you when another unknown guard brings up your name, and he can't deny you the chance of knowing. 

Especially when your father would retaliate in ways much worse. 

Jimin sighed, long and deep. He perched his beautiful hands on his lean hips, coasting his thumb across his lush set of lips. “I didn’t like what the guard said.” 

“I didn’t ask that.” You snipped. “I asked what he said.” 

Jimin lightly grimaced, hand rigidly rubbing the back of his neck. His apprehensiveness made you realize that Jimin was evidently concealing the words for your betterment—your confident posture suddenly faltered. 

“Did they say something disgusting?” 

Jimin winced. “Slightly.” He tightly clamped his jaw with anger. “But they stopped promptly. They know your father is chancellor; he’d kill them before I even got the chance.” 

You ignored the little flutter in your heart that his statement swelled. “Then what was it?” 

Jimin was being far too furtive, but he eventually loosened up, pressing his lips together, as though he were experiencing pain even speaking this. “They were commenting on your magic and me teaching you. Made some predatory comments before they called you useless, and a disappointment—I lost it.” 

For a second, the comment doesn’t register. It’s not something foreign to you; people have always thrown insults at you about your humdrum abilities since you were born. Whether they were your father’s colleagues whispering at gatherings behind his back, or family members blatantly telling you to your face at grand balls—you’re no stranger to being called useless. 

But a disappointment? As you stood here, at your older age of 22 and yet still struggling to get a hold of your powers, an insurmountable feeling of defeat washed over you. As a kid, the comments were only motivators to do better, to be better, because you had time, time to potentially improve yourself. 

But you were never pressured to be anything more than what you were, and now you’ve amounted to nothing but being a disappointment. 

Perhaps that was your fault. Perhaps you were so helpless that your parents had no choice but to give up on you, to never push you beyond your limits—they knew you’d never reach them. 

A cold wave of realization slapped you, your chest pierced with your harsh reality. “That’s… it’s true.” 

Jimin immediately furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean, Y/N? It’s not true.”

“But it is,” you challenged, your face becoming as bleak as ever. “It’s true. I’m useless, even more so a disappointment.” 

Before Jimin could open his mouth, a low, rumbling sound of thunder signalled the beginning of rain, little droplets suddenly transforming into thick pelts of water. You both noticed the shift in weather, peering up at the sky, but neither of you dared to move, glued to your spots. 

“You’re not useless, Y/N.” He said over the pattering rain.

“But aren’t I?” There was no arguing against it; you can’t fight, can’t utilize your cherry blossoms, can’t seem to appease anybody with your lackluster magic. “Everyone makes the most of what they have, but I never can.” 

Jimin’s features contorted. “Yes you can, Y/N. You learned something today. There’s no truth in what those guards said.” 

“You shouldn’t have hurt them.” You reprimanded him, voice flat and soulless, empty eyes faltering to the ground as rain began dampening your hair, face and clothes. “They were right, I can’t do anything with my magic. I’m just a disappointment.” 

You’re surprised to feel the sudden, harsh grasp of Jimin’s hands on your arms. He shook you, boring into your eyes with conviction. “Stop saying that, Y/N. You’re not useless, you’re anything but useless and a disappointment. Stop.” 

“But it’s true,” your lips couldn’t help but tremble, vulnerable irises trembling as they met his obsidian ones. How could he of all people deny these claims? He’s seen firsthand your lack of capability. “I can’t do anything, I’m a disappointment.” 

“Stop it… stop!” Jimin shouted, his pleading look utterly devastating. It was as though your words were hurting him, cutting into his chest and tearing out his heart. “Don’t lose your motivation just because of what those lowlives said. Don’t believe it, Y/N, you can get better if you stop thinking like this.”  

“Don’t you think the same?” You countered, watching the raindrops freckle Jimin’s stunning eyelashes, his lips wet and dewy. “Weren’t you so sick and tired of me? Didn’t you almost give up because I’m no hope?” You remembered your very first lessons with Jimin; his harsh voice cutting into the air as he regretted taking you on, constantly sighing or critiquing you until your morale dismantled. 

Jimin pressed his lip together with guilt, but softened his solid eyes, his mouth ever so tempting when he spoke so calmly. “That was before…” 

Swallowing, you could hear your heart thundering against your bones, sniffling. “And now?” 

His eyes appear pained, as though he were fighting internal chains holding him back. He was hesitating, flickering all over your now soaked face, and your patience ran thin. 

“Just admit it, Jimin.” Your cutthroat tone was damning. “I’m not fucking good enough, and I don’t need you sparing my feelings.” Before he could answer, you turned away, ready to abandon this courtyard before Jimin caught you again. 

“Y/N, stop. Stop putting yourself down and see yourself for the power you have.” 

“I have no power!” You screeched, snatching your arms out of his grasp. “I can’t do anything with them, I’m useless!” 

“No you aren’t!” Jimin shouted back in the rain, gesturing angrily. “You know what? You’re the reason you’re not advancing, you have no confidence and it’s what’s holding you back!” 

“Oh, wow,” you feigned magnificence, derisively folding your arms. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear, more reasons why I’m shitty. Thank you Mr. Park for your wonderful fucking help!”  

Again, you’re itching to hide yourself and simply bask in your wallowing, but Jimin’s persistent. He caught you as you whirled around again, shaking his head. “You’re not going anywhere, you’re staying right here.” 

“And why should I?” 

“Because I said so.” 

“Who said I have to listen to you?” You retorted, fighting his grip. “I’m a useless student who doesn’t know shit. Don’t waste your time with me.” 

“You’re not useless!” Jimin scolded you, never lightening his iron grip. “You’re more than what you think!” 

“Stop lying!” 

“I’m not lying!” 

Within seconds, you’re pinned against the nearest post as Jimin’s hands ensnare your wrists above you. He’s mere inches from your face, your wide eyes catching his enraged, but wild ones, veins flooding with something primal. 

Jimin cages your hands above your head criss-crossed, and it bares all of you to him. Curse Jimin for wearing only a black t-shirt; all you can see are the delicious muscles hugging his mouth-watering frame. His jet-black locks soaked in the rain ironically light you on fire, his wet look holding unprecedented power over you. 

Despite your attraction, you’re too hot-headed right now. Anger seeps into your system, attempting to fight him off—your self-esteem has been far too abused today, and you need to recuperate alone.

You failed when Jimin hardened his grip, any hopes of escaping utterly futile. He stared long and deep into your eyes, hard enough that he must have heard how erratically your heart was racing, must’ve seen the way your soul squirmed in his presence.

God, he was so frustrating. There wasn’t a single thing about him that made sense. He’d acted as though you were a nuisance, then decided to finally indulge you in real teaching. He treated you like a whining child, then nearly choked a guard for speaking ill of you. 

He made you so angry, so enraged, so frustrated. 

So invigorated, so exhilarated, so alive. 

You couldn’t make out a single coherent feeling about him, but the one thing you definitely made out was the next surprising, unexpected thing Jimin did; his mouth suddenly landing on yours. 

He was such a hard, intense man, but Jimin’s kissing did not disappoint. His lips were soft and pillowy, and kissed with the kind of vigor that only existed in movies. He clasped his hands tightly around your wrists as he held you, claiming your lips passionately. 

He leaned his delicious body into yours as your mouths fervently connected. Your heart was causing a ruckus inside you, butterflies fluttering with joy, insides twisting with buzzing arousal that spread throughout every inch of your body. Reciprocating his kiss was easy; it was like the ebb and flow of a tide, like breathing, like you were always meant to kiss him. 

He was consuming you, cleverly opening his mouth to swallow you whole. His tongue eventually snuck out to lick your bottom lip, causing your essense to dampen your underwear. 

You suddenly didn’t mind the rain anymore, letting it soak your bodies as much as it could. You couldn’t produce a thought as his tongue slithered inside your mouth, lost in the way he made you his. 

After a long, deep lick, Jimin broke away, his eyes not only obsidian but riddled with insatiable hunger. Your breaths quickened as you peered at him, face hotter than the sun, legs squishing together on instinct. Jimin flickered to the movement and mischievously smirked. 

Slowly, he slotted his thigh in between yours, lightly prying you back open. You swear your heart shot up into your throat as his thigh pressed into your quivering  heat, his eyes submitting you with his formidable sexual prowess. 

“Don’t close them,” he purred, lips hovering above yours, enamoured by the droplets hanging from his soaked hair. “Open up for me.” 

Your blood lit on fire, so mesmerized by the power that poured out of him. Your panties felt soaked, swallowing weakly. “J-Jimin…” 

“What do you want, Y/N?” He flickered between your eyes and lips, clearly set on devouring you whole, but holding himself back. “Right now, in this moment?” 

Stunned, all that came to your pleasure-filled mind was kissing him. Kissing him until your lips were swollen and you couldn’t breathe and you were both a mess of lust and passion. 

Insides swirling, you timidly admitted. “I want you to kiss me, Jimin.” 

Without further ado, Jimin’s lips crashed against yours, and rest was fucking history. 

Jimin released your wrists from above your head, snaking them around your waist so he cradled you close, squishing your wet body flush against his. Your pussy palpitated when your nipples fell flat against his chest, angered by the stupid layeres of clothes between you two. Your hands planted on his chest before desperately sprawling them over his shoulders and into his soaked hair, tugging the gorgeous raven locks to your satisfaction. 

Jimin’s hands were no joke; they roamed your body as though he’d waited a century to touch you. His rings felt icy cold, but you didn’t care, you were too hot and bothered by his voracious kiss. Your teeth clamped down on Jimin’s bottom lip, tugging on it, watching his plushy petal bounce back. 

He smiled in between your kiss at that, snaking his hand over your neck and towards your chin. He cradled it to make out with you harder, faster, rougher. His desire was utterly primal, and you felt every inch of it. 

“I couldn’t stand it…” Jimin breathed, hot and rugged as he kissed you. “I couldn’t stand what they said about you.” 

His words filled your veins with electricity, your heart racing with adoration. “I can’t stand listening to you berate yourself.” 

You moaned when Jimin suddenly propelled his hips into yours, his rising length nudging your leaking cunt. “I can’t stand how much I’ve wanted you.” 

Jimin’s warm, careful fingers suddenly slipped underneath your shirt, causing you to shakily gasp. Your mentor’s eyes rounded, wet forehead pressed against yours. “Are you okay?” 

Speechless, you nodded, swinging your arms around his neck and bowing into him, so utterly lost in his enigmatic, yet kind eyes. “More than okay.” 

Grinning, Jimin returned to your lips. He pushed up your shirt inch by inch, shoving you up against the pillar once again. You groaned, nails scraping across his juicy biceps as he claimed you. 

Stripping off your shirt, you were left in your flimsy bra, Jimin returning to your heated body to close his mouth around your pulse point. His kisses were hungry and languid on your neck, suckling and nibbling your wet skin until surely, marks had bloomed. You moaned as your insides stirred, the feeling of his plushy lips so utterly intoxicating. 

Your hips instinctively ground into his, craving any friction possible for your needy cunt. Jimin surprised you when he suddenly thrust into you so powerfully, a loud, breathy moan spilled out of you. 

It shook your core so much that you tugged at his shirt wantonly, insisting he remove it. You began impatiently shoving it up his chest before Jimin gripped the hem and shred it off, tossing it aside. 

Your bones ignited as your bodies made contact, traversing his warm, wet skin inch by beautiful inch. His heat felt addicting, planting yourself against him as closely as possible just to be consumed by him, to lose yourself and never crawl your way back out.  

When your nails dug into his soaked back, Jimin grunted, the sound rippling through your entire system. He trailed hot, wet kisses past your collarbones, dipping into your sternum. He kissed the valley of breasts gently, plushy lips claiming you with soft, feverish passion. He tugged down your bra, exposing your nipples. 

His greedy eyes marveled at the sight of your soft breasts, patient hands slowly closing around them to fondle as they spilled out. You groaned as he squeezed them, circling the bed of his palms over your pert nubs. 

You cried out when he latched his mouth onto you, moans escaping you in almost a mantra. He sucked and licked your breasts with vigor, hands sliding over your stomach to cup your chest. He deliciously groped you, played with you, patiently pleasured your most sensitive parts until your pussy was aching for the same treatment. 

“Jimin.” You moaned, careening with explosive pleasure. When you were completely light-headed, Jimin’s teeth suddenly bit down on your nipple, jolting you awake. “Jimin!”

“Y/N.” The sound of his groan threw you off guard. Your craving for him struck you harder, embracing him against you, moaning without a care in the world. You couldn’t help the confused thoughts that swarmed your head, lips moving faster than you could think. 

“I thought… you hated me.” You mewled between wanton need and blissed out desire, euphoria leaking into your brain. “I thought I was a nuisance to you.”

“I never hated you,Y/N.” Jimin breathed as the tip of his tongue flicked your pert nub, sending shocks of arousal through you. He flattened his tongue against your nipple again, swirling around your areola until reigning his soft assault over your other breast. “I only hated how little you thought of yourself.” 

Jimin’s neck must’ve been decorated with red trails as your nails sunk into him, but then again, Jimin’ has definitely seen more violence than he liked to let on—you couldn’t help but notice the scars on his body, creating an agonizing constellation of the story of his life. 

A story you deeply desired to know one day.  

“I’d always wanted to discipline you like this,” his hand curled around your midriff, rubbing with languid speed as his tongue lavished your breasts—your breath hitched. “I nearly went crazy thinking about it.” 

You smirked, pride swelling in your naked chest. “Is this what you wanted, Sir?” You purred, cupping his flawless jawline and tugging him towards your face, only inches between. “You wanted me weak for you? Moaning your name? Ready to be fucked by you?” 

A devilishly handsome smile painted Jimin’s lips, weaving a hand into your wet hair and lightly tugging on it—you faintly sighed. “You’ve always had such a dirty mouth, haven’t you?” 

You gushed immediately, veins filling with unprecedented arousal as he gripped your hair tighter, and his voice deepened. “And you, Y/N, have no idea what I’ve wanted.” 

Jimin’s eyes suddenly reflected a flame so inextinguishable, not even the rain beating down on your bodies could tame it. Your mentor’s hand over your torso began travelling down your wet stomach, keeping formidable eye contact with you. 

“Never take your eyes off me.” He commanded, but soft and slow. “Never.” 

Obeying, you bit your lip as Jimin inched towards your sopping cunt, your dripping essence like honey from a pot. His sensual hand kept you on your toes, lip nearly bleeding from how hard you nibbled it, anticipation consuming you. 

The second he slipped past your waistband and into your panties, raw lust erupted inside you. Your eyes shut on instinct, but a low growl from Jimin reminded you of otherwise. 

Fluttering open, your eyes met his hungry, devouring ones. His fingertips nearly caressed your clit, so close to cupping you in all your dripping glory that you whimpered. Jimin wickedly grinned at your reaction, feeling his hot breaths fan your wet, swollen lips. 

“Can’t believe all it took was a touch like this to get you to listen to me.” 

His shit-eating smirk made your entire system run on auto-pilot, fresh heat swirling in your cheeks. “Shut up.” 

“Do you really want that, Y/N?” Jimin purred, sweet and condescending by your ear. “Do you really want me to shut up? Or do you want me to whisper all the dirty things I want to do to you until you’re leaking all over my hand?”  

You, in fact, gush the equivalent of Niagara Falls, hiding your whimpering. “You haven’t even touched my pussy yet.” You snipped back. “All bark and no bite, Sir.” 

Within your next breath, Jimin cupped your sex so sensually a cry ripped out of you, gasping into his wet chest. The rainwater already made things nice and slick, but your leaking cum provided Jimin with slippery ease. He hissed as he felt your sticky wetness, his eyes brimming with amusement. 

“You’re already wet, when, in your words, ‘I haven’t even touched your pussy yet’?” His curved mouth was prompting you to smack him, but you fairly walked into that one. You opened your mouth to counter him, but Jimin concocted other plans, beginning to rub your netherlips. 

Sensitivity raked your insides then, cursing. “Fuck!” 

“Not yet,” he joked, stealing your lips with an indulgent kiss. “We need to get you ready.”  

His constant smiling kept throwing you off, speaking in between your blissed out moans. “You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you?” You chided. “Love knowing you’ve got your boss’s daughter like this?” 

“I like knowing you want me despite how much you’ve wanted to leave my lessons.” He bit back. “And even if you deny it, your body speaks enough for you.” 

Realization struck you hard at his words, gripping him tightly. 

“You knew?” 

“Your father told me,” he said, his fingers swirling your sticky essence over your pussy lips. You whimpered, sighing in between. “But you always stayed, didn’t you?” 

Caught, you attempted to weasel your way out of it, but Jimin’s hand had other plans. He suddenly pressed into your clit so deliciously, fireworks erupted behind your eyes. He began treating your little pearl, swirling it, flicking it, toying with it until you were a whining, moaning mess. 

“Jimin!” 

“It’s Sir now, Y/N.” Jimin cooed coolly. 

You bit down on your tongue, enraptured by his soft yet lethal domination. You could feel it in your bones, in your blood and soul, how much he owned it now. The prowess he had in your pleasure, how deeply he affected you. “S… sir.” 

“You think this is the worst?” His dark eyes submitted you, tugging you into an unliftable trance. “How about this?” 

Jimin suddenly took a delicious digit of his and slipped it inside your pussy, a puff of air escaping your lips. 

“Shit!” 

“Let’s see how you take my finger, hm?” Jimin smirked, beginning to thrust his finger inside your fiery cunt. Arousal exploded inside you, moaning wantonly as pleasure spread throughout your system. But that wasn’t all to Jimin’s onslaught, no, just as you began to get comfortable, Jimin pulled out his finger, whirled you around, and shoved your front up against the pillar. 

You sharply gasped as Jimin sunk his finger back inside you from behind, and his other slammed against the wall. This position seemed to grant him more control, as his index finger began hammering into you, thrusting quickly and deliciously. Your head hung low as he delivered high quality thrusts, slightly arching your backside for him. 

“I wasn’t ever going to let you leave.” Jimin harshly voiced, his finger pummeling you with eye-rolling pleasure. “You’re my student. Nobody teaches you except me.” 

Just as he grunted those possessive words, Jimin slipped a second finger inside you , his rings adding levels to his domination of you—you liked it. Your pussy took the beating smiling, pleasure seeping into your bloodstream as he finger-fucked you. Your hand entwined with his for support against the pillar, Jimin lacing his fingers with yours and tucking it against your chest, embracing you. 

This seemed to give him more leverage, holding your body in place as he cleverly fucked your pussy with just his fingers. Your moans echoed around his courtyard, but you were glad to know it was on a lonely hill. The rain deliciously trickled down your half-naked bodies as he pleasured you like this, driving you insane. 

By the time he added a third finger, your mind was delirious, in fucked out bliss as your walls palpitated around him, clit throbbing painfully. But when Jimin curled his fingers against your frontal walls, locating that precious g-spot and sensually rubbing it, your mind blacked out. 

You came, you came so hard that you must’ve soaked his hand, even if it was pouring outside. You let out a high-pitched moan of his beautiful name, Jimin similarly groaning as he embraced your body against him, hearing his erratically beating heart through your back. 

Jimin tugged out his fingers, hugging you for a few seconds as you came down your high. You both breathed unevenly, Jimin eventually bringing his fingers to your mouth. He smeared your cum over your lips, whispering hotly in your ear. 

“Taste what I do to you.” 

You shuddered, gently sticking out your tongue to catch a taste of yourself. Jimin released pent up air as your mouth closed around his fingers, deciding to tease him with some light sucking. He let you, his breaths harsh and heavy as he clutched your body. 

Your breasts rose and fell as Jimin nearly fucked his fingers into your mouth, mimicking the sexual act. You obliged with a moan, swirling your tongue around the digits.  

Jimin moaned deliriously with you, lost in each other as the weight of his cock pressed into your ass. You bucked back on him, internally whining for his cock. He grunted roughly, something animalistic overcoming him as he shoved your front up against the pillar, face tucked into your neck. 

“Fuck…” He groaned, his hands roaming you body with fervor until he hooked onto your bottoms, lips hot by your ear. “Can I?” 

You nodded without hesitation, gasping erotically when Jimin harshly ripped down your jeans and panties, baring your ass to him. You could feel the devilish smirk on Jimin’s lips, his hands smoothing over your cheeks to grip your ass. 

“Fucking gorgeous,” he mused, kneading your backside. You craved for him to be inside of you, reaching back and tugging at his bottoms, voice whiny and needy. 

“Fuck… fuck me, Sir. Fuck me right now.” 

Jimin hissed behind you, hearing the smugness in his tone. “Not just yet.” 

With widened eyes, you wonder what in god’s name he’s cooked up before you directly feel the results of his coyness; his hands grappled your hips as he sank to his knees, and his mouth darted towards your aching heat. 

You gasped, high-pitched and sharp, left with your hands planted against the pillar as Jimin ate you out from underneath. You melted when his tongue suddenly flicked through your folds, tasting your flavour. He extended the wet muscle all the way to your clit, caressing it with slow, delicious circles that ignited your bones, squirming. 

“Sir!” 

Jimin never replied, simply committed himself to licking your cunt from behind until your eyes squeezed shut, until your muscles tensed and your bones liquified. You realized your mistake then, strangling it out as pleasure bled into you. 

“Sir…” 

He groaned deliciously then, relentlessly eating your pussy. He gripped you so tightly you felt eternally his, scratched your nails against the post as pleasure overridded all your senses. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sir, please!” You begged, feeling an impending orgasm. “I’ll cum right here, holy fuck.” 

You felt the evil man smirk against your sex, biting back. “Didn’t I tell you to stop cussing with me, Y/N? And cum all you want, I’ve been wanting to shut you up with my tongue since the day you defied me.” 

Grunting with frustration, you nearly sighed again before Jimin ripped himself away from you, regaining his full height. 

Immediately, he attached to your shoulder for feverish kisses, peppering them across your skin as you heard his belt unbuckle, sanity abandoning your mind. Your cunt inadvertently clenched, ready to be full of him.  

Once his zipper unzipped, his hand no doubt curling around his erect shaft, you couldn’t help but take a shot at him. “Guess this is where… I get disciplined, hm?” 

Jimin breathed a sexy chuckle, and his body was pressed against yours, voice rugged and smooth in your ear. “You have no idea.” 

When Jimin pushed into you, you swear stars freckled the back of your eyelids. The rain made everything so much more intense, beating down on your intimately tangled bodies as Jimin carefully inserted himself. He cradled your stomach closely, steadily inching inside of you as he breathed unevenly.

Your tight heat caused him to groan deeply, and your shaky, raspy moan echoed outside. He slid inside you with ease, your walls slick with your cum. Jimin used his foot to gently push your legs more open on the floor, widening your entrance for him. 

When he reached the end of you, a heady moan erupted from your agape mouth. “Fuck-!” 

“Holy fucking god…” Jimin groaned, hot breaths fanning across your neck. “Y/N, you’re so fucking tight.” 

The man shuddered as he pulled out of you, nice and slow, practically tasting the desire of your walls, before stuffing himself inside your warm sex. Your vision blurred, ecstasy leaking into your veins as he began pumping into you from behind, pussy palpitating with need. 

Your moans were high-pitched and unabashed, a hand of yours flying against the hand Jimin pressed into your stomach. He immediately laced your fingers together and started accelerating his thrusts, fucking into you from behind as his masucline, grunting sounds spilled into your ear, his wet body rubbing against yours. 

The passion ignited you, his impressive length sliding in and out of your sex, his hips smacking against your ass as he pounded into you. Your unoccupied hand slid into his hair, lustfully tugging at the strands as his lips worshipped your neck, sucking deep enough to leave dark, possessive hickies. 

His palm closed around your breast, groping and kneading as much as it pleased you. Jimin fucked you harder as your noises heightened, nearing a crescendo as he cleverly pumped into your frontal walls, stroking your g-spot. 

Your clit was throbbing and engorged, breathy and restless as your orgasm approached, sending you into a frenzy. 

“Fuck, Sir, fuck!” He accelerated faster, harder, rougher as your climax bubbles inside you, burning brighter and brighter and brighter as your mentor delivered hard and quick thrusts, losing himself. 

“Y/N…” Jimin moaned, gliding his hand around your breast up your neck. He caged its sides possessively, holding your body in place as fucked you vigirously, his control off the rails. “Your warm, wet pussy… it’s driving me insane.” 

His thick, raspy voice made you whimper, unweaving your fingers from his hair and clutching his hips behind you, tugging him towards your palpitating hole as it begged for more. “Sir, fuck… harder, harder!” 

Within seconds, Jimin was pulling out of you, causing you to whine at the loss of his addictive warmth, only for him to slam your back against the pillar and slide himself right back in. He gripped your thigh and pried you wide open, hugging your leg to his side. He fucked you wildly just like that, lips hovering just above yours as his eyes adjusted to your whimpering face. 

He fucked you deeply like that, intimately, his strokes sensual and unforgiving. He tucked your soaked hair behind your ear as he packed your lips, his delicious groans filtering onto your lips as rain coated your heated bodies. 

“Sir… my clit.” You begged him, practically on the verge of tears. You were right there, and all you needed was the last push to reach the finish line. Jimin shuddered out a groan, peppering your lips with sweet whispers. 

“Of course.” 

Jimin’s rough, masucline hands gripped the back of your thighs, and you immediately followed suit. You lept into his arms, his dick falling out of your slick sex in the process. But your back pressed against the pillar behind you, breaths ragged and heavy. 

“Grab me and put me back inside.” Jimin commanded, kissing you sensually as you reached between your hot bodies, and stuffed Jimin within your hungry walls again. 

You swallowed him whole, smothering the man’s delicious length as he began fucking you again, reiving his primal pace as he pounded up into you, jackhammering into your goddamn cervix like this.

You bounced on his cock now, moaning into each other’s agape mouths, raining gliding down your impassioned bodies as his abdoomen rubbed against your engorged clit. A high-pitched moan spilled out of you, digging into his skin as your climax ebbed inside you. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re breathtaking.” Jimin blurted out, his faded eyes revealing his overwhelming lust. 

“Shit, Sir… you’re big, so fucking big.” You wailed, nails scraping deeply into his wet back as your orgasm approached, teetering on the edge. Jimin’s lips flew to your neck, sucking fresh hickies onto your empyrean skin. You couldn’t help but moan into his ear, thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, white hot energy bundling inside you. 

He bounced you relentlessly, cupping your ass for support as his tongue explored your skin. You clutched him desperately, riding up against his body until your pleasure simmered deliciously, coiling and twisting your insides until it burst into a firework of colours. 

Once again, you climaxed with a scream of Jimin’s name, clamping down on his walls hard enough that Jimin grunted, his cock dangerously throbbing inside you. He sounded as if he were in pain, barely hanging on. 

“Tell me where to cum,” he struggled out, his breaths uneven, eyes squeezed shut. “Y/N, show me.” 

So overcome by your orgasm and sheer, raw lust, you crashed your lips onto his, indulging in a messy, teethy, sloppy kiss as your hand tapped against your slit. “On me,” you whispered, between fiery kisses and your pulsing walls. “On my pussy, Sir.” 

Without being told twice, Jimin returned your kiss tenfold as he gripped you and delivered such powerful, earth-shattering thrusts that it was almost tormenting, but the good kind. He absolutely battered your pussy until he grew hot and throbbing and pulled out, heaps of his seed releasing over your tight heat.

He grunted loudly as his white, pearly cum painted you, the feeling of his semen dripping from you utterly satisfying. 

You both breathed heavily, eyelids half-masted and blissed out. Jimin’s head fell against your sternum as you hugged him to you, fingers lightly massaging his scalp. He seemed to relax at that, caught in ignorant bliss, before the sound of his chiming laugh filtered into your ears. 

You furrowed your brows, pulling back to peer at him. “Why… are you laughing?” 

Jimin lifted his face, and his eyes danced with wicked playfulness, a gorgeous grin plastered on his handsome face. “So… thinking about leaving my lessons now?” 

Recalling the joke, you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh even Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle at. “Never, ever leaving.” 

#jimin smut #jimin angst #jimin fanfic #thebtswritersclub #kwritersworldnet #btswritingcafe #clubzerooclock #bangtansorciere #ksmutclub #bangtanarmynet #bts smut #bts angst #bts fanfic #bts jimin #jimin x reader #bts x reader #park jimin #jimin imagine #fic: cherry blossoms

[optimistic-violinist]

Hot Take: Magnifico learning magic and learning how to protect the wishes would've been a better plot for Wish.

Think of it. We start with a town on fire and see Magnifico running away. Maybe he gets caught by the villain. "Any last wishes?" Maybe we see his parents or siblings tackle the villain and tell him to run only for him to watch them be killed (off screen of course).

We get a shot of our villain. I'm thinking a very Shan Yu-like from Mulan. Just, evil. Pillager. Bad Guy.

Magnifico escapes. Since he's gonna be voiced by Chris Pine still (of course), we get the ROTG voice over. "I never saw them again. I never saw my home again. And I vowed that that would never happen again. But that was a long time ago." Cue musical sting, pan up to the night sky and wishing star, title.

Fast forward, Magnifico is now a teenager. Has an adopted mother, living in a cottage in the woods or something near town. He's trying to study magic in his free time, his mother is worried about him getting in over his head. He wants to apply for the magic school in the town. Cue song a la "When Will My Life Begin."

He takes the magic exam and isn't bad, but isn't good enough. Maybe they're snobs, maybe it's really that he failed fair and square.

Note: Amaya also lives in this town. They're friends.

Breakdown that night. Cue "So I Make This Wish," almost verbatim and summons... STAR!

Humanoid Boy Star from the concept art, specifically.

They get talking. Magnifico is obviously starstruck (ba dum tish).

M: "you're, you're---"

S: stupendous, extraordinary, splendiferous?

M: magnificent

Cue discussion about why he's out there wishing, the magic exam, why he wants to learn magic, and Star offers to teach him.

Not sure what happens here. Probably mini-quest to get magic books or items. Upbeat montage song. At the end, hint that the bad guy is coming to destroy this town now.

Somewhere in here, we befriend Amaya more and Magnifico starts to fall in love with her. Cue cute romantic song, something about wishing for each other. Star in the background a la Eponine from Les Mis. NOW we can either go romance or friendship route: either way, there is pining about how he is a cosmic entity, ageless, can't stay forever, and Magnifico is going to grow up and do great things without him.

Oh no!! Bad guys are suddenly a lot closer! We've got to prep and do something! Potentially an ensemble/town song. Culminates in Star asking Magnifico what his wish really is. We see his wish is founding Rosas with Amaya at his side. Star reassures him that that's exactly what he's going to do and teaches him how to take and protect wishes. We got a duet a la "For Good" between them. Star tells him that he's going to be magnificent.

Big battle against the bad guys! Magnifico with his really cool sorcery powers! He takes the Bad Guy's wish to harm people and makes him forget it. Magnifico also gets a cool "Defying Gravity" song here with some line about promising to protect people's wishes and if he should ever fail or use that power for evil, may he be cursed or something. Foreshadowing, y'know?

We get one last goodbye as Star goes to leave. Do they kiss? Maybe. Do they have A SUPER TIGHT TENDER HUG FULL OF LOVR AND CARE. ABSOLUTELY. I LIVE FOR THAT. Probably a reprise of one of the songs here.

Fast forward once more to Magnifico as a young adult with Amaya, sailing on a ship as they discover the island that will become Rosas.

Fin.

#Ill probably draw something for this eventually #but enjoy my train of thought #The music would be so good!!! #Wish #Disney wish #Wish Disney #King Magnifico #Brittany rambles

[sseatherny]

I THINK HE KNOWS

📷 05 — I'll be in your care

You find yourself waking up earlier than usual. Your mind is immediately consumed by thoughts of everything that may unfold later in the day. You couldn't help but feel excited. After almost 3 years of pining, you're finally given a chance to talk to Sae.

As you rushed to get ready, you noticed that you were putting in extra effort into fixing yourself. For some unexplained reason, you felt the need to look your best. Shaking your head, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and whispered, “I'm only doing this for the project.”

Upon your arrival at school, you spot Bachira and Rin, with Rin seemingly getting annoyed by Bachira's antics. You approach the duo and pat them both on the back, prompting Bachira to tease you, asking you why you aren't wearing a wedding gown. Just as you were planning to respond, your alarm goes off, causing you to feel embarrassed.

Quickly shutting off the alarm, you hear Bachira let out a laugh. “Pfft, dreamy jazz, huh?”

You glared at him, and Rin sighed, watching the both of you. “How mature,” he thought. He checks his watch and says that it's time for class.

“I'll see you later.” He waves goodbye before heading off, leaving you with Bachira, who is still laughing.

[ 📷 ` ]

As the lecture came to a close, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. You had just endured a grueling 4-hour lecture, and you were eager for a break. As you were about to bury your head in your arms, your phone vibrated with a message from Rin.

“Who is it?” Bachira asked out of curiosity, tilting his head.

“It's Rin. He wants to meet us outside,” you replied as you began packing your things.

Bachira didn't ask any more questions and soon followed suit, packing up his things as well.

While the two of you were making your way out of the room, Rin was waiting for you outside. Already looking impatient. He began to walk before you even had the chance to say something.

“Where are we going, Rin?” You asked as you tried to catch up with him.

“I thought you wanted to talk with Sae?” Rin answered, furrowing his brows. Upon hearing his response, you froze in your spot, feeling nervous and excited all at once. Bachira, who noticed your nervousness, made an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You look like you're about to take a dump, lol,” He said, trying to make you laugh.

Of course, it didn't work.

“Shut up, you're not helping,” you glared.

After walking for over 15 minutes, Rin stopped and looked at you.

“Ready?” He asked. You gave him a thumbs up and tried to force a smile. Rin didn't say anything and just walked towards the door of Sae's class, which, luckily, was open.

Shidou, who was zoning out, saw the younger Itoshi outside, causing him to tap the older Itoshi's shoulder, getting his attention.

“What?” Sae replied, looking irritated.

“Your brother is outside,” Shidou answered, pointing at Rin. Upon seeing Rin, Sae stood up nearly immediately and walked towards him.

“Someone wants to talk to you,” Rin said to his brother.

“It's not a fan that's going to confess their love to you. Don't worry,” Rin added before turning to you, nodding his head, and signaling you to start talking to Sae.

“Hi! My name is Yn, and I'm a student in Ms. Rosedale's art class. We've been tasked with finding a model for our final project, and Ms. Rosedale suggested that you would be perfect for the job. So I was wondering if you'd be interested in being my model for the project. No pressure, of course! Feel free to decline if you're not interested. I completely understand.” You speak politely, forcing yourself to not smile like an idiot while speaking to Sae.

“Is it right now?” He asks as you finish speaking.

“Oh, no, no. It doesn't have to be right now,” you replied, shaking your head.

The student model asked several more questions about the project before finally nodding.

“Alright then. I'll be in your care. I look forward to working with you, Yn.”

SUMMARY. After being assigned the task of finding a model for a project, you, a student photographer, have to face the challenging task of approaching and persuading Itoshi Sae, whom you have a crush on, to be your model. Working with Sae is a huge opportunity to add a renowned name to your portfolio. The pressure and responsibility are real, but so is the chance to achieve something great.

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NOTE If your @ is in italics, it means that I can't tag you. :⁠-⁠(

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock smau #bllk smau #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock imagines #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #sae x you #itoshi sae x you #sae fluff #sae imagines #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you

[17-million-years-of-pining-poll]

BEST LONG-TIME PINING SHIPS: ROUND 1 MATCH 16

Why you should vote for each ship under the cut!

Narumitsu: they knew each other as children and then spent the rest of their childhoods apart, but when Miles became a prosecuting attorney, Phoenix was inspired to drop out of art school to become a defense. they resolve arguments by duking it out in court. The timeline of the games is over ten years long and Miles doesn’t really mellow out until the end I’m pretty sure so like. If they were canon it would be in their 30’s not in their 20’s when the game starts. but also Phoenix is so obviously Miles’ gay (re?)awakening in literally chapter 2 of the first game so. take from that what you will. Yoohankim: okay okay so. kim dokja reads about yoo joonghyuk’s life for 10 years (he’s the main character of a webnovel kdj’s been reading). han sooyoung waits for 50 years in an alternate universe she’s stuck in. han sooyoung and yoo joonghyuk wait together for 3 years for kim dokja to return after he died (once). yoo joonghyuk and han sooyoung regress (die and go back in time to start over) and live through another apocalypse to get to kim dokja. it’s revealed han sooyoung was the one writing that webnovel kim dokja read for 10 years (she wanted to keep him alive). it’s also revealed yoo joonghyuk regressed 1863 times (so at least 1863 years) to find kim dokja. yoo joonghyuk goes into space for a long long while in hopes of getting kim dokja back. han sooyoung waits for both of them. it’s complicated but i can say with full certainty that combined they have pined for each other for 17 million years

#round 1 #polls #narumitsu #wrightworth #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #aa #phoenix x miles #nrmt #yhk #yoohankim #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #han sooyoung #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk

[xoxobuckybarnes]

February 2024 Stucky Fics

Completed

Keystrokes and Music Notes (Rated: M, Words: 32K) by goblininawig / @goblininawig

Summary: Bucky is paying Steve for help tracking down his stalker. Nothing happens until something happens: Steve falls in love.

Mr. Brick Wall & Mr. Overshare (Rated: T, Words: 7K) by LilyElk13

Summary: Based on the Tumblr post that's like "half of college professors are like 'you can know nothing about me except my name' and the other half are like 'and that's why my wife left me! anyway what's up with y'all'" and the response "There were two professors like this in my department and I was one of like 20 people who was taught by both of them so there was a very small gang of us who knew that Professor Brick Wall and Professor Overshare were married with two kids." except in this it's high school teachers instead of college :)

A Company Man (Rated: E, Words: 75K) by mambo / @whtaft

Summary: It’s the way that Bucky smiles at Steve from across his desk. No, it’s the way that Bucky’s hand brushes Steve’s as they stand side by side in an elevator not crowded enough to justify their closeness. Or maybe it’s the whispered conversations every Saturday night, the way Bucky saves Steve’s number under a different name in his phone. No matter what it is, the truth is the same: Steve Rogers is in love with Bucky Barnes, a married man.

Rock You Like a Hurricane (Rated: E, Words: 112K) by CelticCross

Summary: Bucky Barnes is an author, he's written many books in his Winter Soldier series, starring Lloyd Hansen and Nick Fowler. He hasn't written a word worth writing in the past three months and his agent, Sam Wilson, forces him to take a break. Sam books him a rental beach house in a place called Plum Cove in Mass for three months, hoping to break him out of his writer's block. The owner, Steve Rogers, retired Plum Cove Police Captain, landlord and part time surfer is surprised to get such a lengthy off season booking but takes it anyway. He doesn't expect to spend a lot of time with the person renting his house, but then he wasn't expecting the storm to be that fierce.

Closing Time (Rated: M, Words: 10K) by RecoveringTheSatellites / @thisonesatellite & art by maichan /@maichan808

Summary: Steve works in a Brooklyn dive bar. A tall, guarded guy comes in to drink at regular intervals. He always sits in the back corner. Steve leaves him alone. He looks like a guy who deserves some peace and quiet. He does find out the stranger's name is Bucky. Finds out what he likes to drink. And little by little, conversation happens. Connection happens. Until one day a cock-flock of dudebros comes in (i made up cock-flock, but really, is that not their collective term) and the heckling goes up to eleven once they’re good and drunk. Bucky gets asked to take it outside. Steve will have none of that, thankyouverymuch. . A tale of love and hope in unlikely places, sprinkled with a bit of PTSD, and the occasional sarcastic quip.

Use Your Agency (Rated: E, Words: 15K) by romanticalgirl

Summary: Bucky is given the assignment (punishment) of being the agent whose job it is to integrate the newly-thawed Captain America into life in a new century. Only maybe it's not so bad. Because Bucky ends up dealing with Steve Rogers, who is nothing like the Captain America in Bucky's history books. From coming out of the ice through AoU.

Stay with Me (Rated: E, Words: 79K) by maikurosaki / @allegra-dreams

Summary: When Bucky Barnes accompanies his family to a ceremony dedicated to George Barnes' activity, he expects free food and drinks, the occasional boring speech, and watching his dad blush furiously as he gets to finally meet his childhood hero. What he doesn't expect is saving Captain America's life and getting shot in the process. What follows is a slow road to recovery, eating hospital food (still disgusting), making new friends (Avengers!!! Seriously, the Avengers!) and pining over Captain America (he won't comment on that). It sounds simple, but it really isn’t!

The Steadfast Soldier (Rated: E, Words: 12K) by danielosbourne

Summary: Bucky returns to Brooklyn to help his sister navigate a family crisis.

twelve twenty-five (Rated: E, Words: 43K) by burning_brighter / @burnin-brighter

Summary: “I have to say,” Winifred says, a mug of cocoa in her hands. “When you say you were bringing someone home, I thought you meant you were bringing a boyfriend. But I’m glad you brought Steve.” “Who says I’m not?” Bucky teases, laughing when Steve lets out an exasperated groan. “You two finally got your respective head out of your respective ass?” asks George, looking at Steve and Bucky intently. “No,” Steve says pointedly, “Bucky just thinks he’s so funny.” - Ever since they met, everyone assumed it was just a matter of time before Steve and Bucky became a thing. Ten years later and it has yet to happen. But when Bucky invites Steve to spend the holidays with him and his family in upstate New York, things start to change.

WIP

Every Me and Every You (Rated: M, Current Words: 38K) by deadto27 / @deadto27

Summary: Bucky Barnes is doing his best. He’s getting by after the blip, after Sam became Captain America, after Steve…well, it’s best he doesn’t think about that. The point is, his life is different now, and he’s trying his best. He just wishes the hollow feeling in his chest would go away.—–Bucky gets blinded by a bright light as the tear seems to implode in on itself and there’s an odd little jolt as the pulling stops, and then Bucky’s blinking, trying to get his vision right again as he loosens his grip on America.“You okay?” he checks, still squinting. He’s probably not blind, he thinks. It just feels like it right now.“I’m okay,” America tells him and he sees her nod shakily as his vision starts to clear, and he carefully lets go of her, seeing that she can support herself, hands pressing onto the floor next to her.“Uh…I don’t think I am,” says another voice, and Bucky turns his head so fast he might give himself whiplash. Because he knows that voice. He knows that voice better than any other voice on the planet and he’s missed that voice, so, so much.

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 103K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included.

#Stucky #Steve and Bucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #fanfic #XOXOBUCKYBARNES' Stucky Fic Reading List #february reading list

[19emma75]

my fav frerard fics

Ok so here’s my grank fic rec list!! I’ve put links to each fic on ao3 for easy access + most if not all have nsfw/explicit elements so be warned!! I’ve written afew tags next to each one so u get an idea but no spoilers ok here we gooo

⭐️ = fav of all time/must read

- The Best Part of My Day by pixie_revolver - office co-workers au

- ⭐️pinkish by antspaul - kid fic, fake relationship to lovers

- Black Market Blood by autoschediastic - short vamp!gee/human!frank

- ⭐️The Mess We've Made by ViciousVenin - pencey era frank, strangers to lovers, angst with happy ending

- Life as a Process by ViciousVenin - fav vamp!gee fic, college roommates au

- Happy Together by MorningGloryxxx - focus on mental health/lgbt themes/addiction, eventual happy ending

- A Splitting Of The Mind by Shoved2agree - yall already know, cw for heavy mental health focus

- Unwanted Thoughts by ViciousVenin - touring, pining, friends to lovers

- Skin of the Canvas by sinsense - art school/nude model au

- ⭐️Unholyverse trilogy by Bexless - holy grail of fics, priest!gee, demons, stigmata (you've probably already read this ik)

- ⭐️The Anatomy of a Fall by novembersmith - supernatural, high school au

- ''that was easy'' by metaleaterz - 'the staples fic', they just work at staples and its cute ok

- another superstition by metaleaterz - friends to lovers houseflipping au

- ⭐️Crossed Out by Haze - time travel and blood magic!! so incredible it should be made into a tv show umbrella academy style

- ⭐️In a Column of Lights by xobarriers - entomologist!gee/director!frank, SO wholesome and sweet and lovely

- Did You Miss Me? Cause I Missed You by LiberXI - wholesome/funny/smutty friends to lovers college au

- ⭐️Nothing Above Nothing Below by LiberXI - pencey era strangers to lovers with a supernatural twist, LOVE the writing style sm

- You Will Leave a Mark by brooklinegirl - short but intense pencey era strangers to lovers

- rough ‘round the edges by starryfrens - sick fic with gee as frank’s caregiver, heavy and heartwarming

- Living on a prayer by beforethesungoesdown, Kitoko_kun - priest x priest with expected amounts of catholic guilt and pining

- Before The Second Show by CharredLips - sweet + fluffy bullets era mutual pining

- ⭐️Wishing You Were a Ghost by pixie_revolver - “right person wrong time”, angst with happy ending, heartbreaking but amazing

- ⭐️Kinktober 2023 by insusurro - all parts set in the same universe, surprisingly heartwarming for the subject matter, great characterisation

- ⭐️Moth to Flame (or Whatever) by onceuponamoon - insanely perfect florist au

- Companion by onceuponamoon - workplace au (carer/office worker)

- Buy Handmade + Bread and Butter by jjtaylor - adorable artist/baker au

- ⭐️Paris!Verse trilogy by vesna - artist gerard/record label owner frank, INSANELY good characterisation, so beautiful and emotional

- Time Travel ‘verse by ladyfoxxx - funpoison/frankghoul/rrr time travel shenanigans, amazing and kind of heartbreaking

- Christmas Miracle by insusurro - wholesome and festive teacher au

- Choosing My Confessions series by pixie_revolver - kinky/wholesome priest au

- a constant record of disillusion by drapnel - non au realistic pre-bullets to post-summer sonic ‘04, heavy so read tags

- All Through The Night by LiberXI - bullets era meet cute

- ⭐️The Horror That I’m In by pixie_revolver - paramour estate, paranormal activity, frank goes through the horrors, angst with happy ending

updating periodically so keep an eye out <3

#frerard #grank #fic rec #mcr fic #fan fiction #remember when this was an art blog? me neither #gerard way #frank iero #mcr

[flwoie]

꒰ 🕰️ ꒱ SEND YOU MY HEART — BYUN EUIJOO

⋆ It’s different when it comes to crushing on Euijoo, your bestfriend’s younger brother. He hasn’t done a single thing to you and you highly doubt he knows you other than being his sister’s friend, yet you always find yourself running away from him.

STARRING ≻ bsf’s younger brother! ej x gn! reader [guest stars yeojin of loossemble & f! oc (eunha)] GENRE ≻ fluff, comedy, implied mutual pining, bestfriend’s brother au, highschool au CONTAINS ≻ accidental invasion of privacy WORD COUNT ≻ 1090

SONA SPEAKING ≻ no i did NOT choose ej just bc he reminds me of my crush!!

What’s worse than having a normal crush is having a crush on your best friend's brother, Euijoo. He’s not any typical brother; he’s the younger brother who doesn’t talk to anyone besides his friends and family. The younger brother, who only has one face for every emotion. He’s the younger brother who’s the eldest among his friends. 

It’s even worse when he goes to your school. Fate loves to be a hater and decided that you two should see each other everywhere, whether he’s behind you in line at the cafeteria or walking the same hall after your drama class and his gym class. Wherever you are, Euijoo is there. Some people would think it’s a blessing to be around their crush all the time, and it is. It’s also a curse, as instead of greeting him, you find yourself running as far away as possible from him.

The idea of your best friend finding out isn’t the reason you're running away. In fact, you even told her you liked him, and she didn’t seem to care at all. All she did was laugh. She finds it hilarious how he’s gullible and you’re here trying to keep yourself from running away when he’s around, especially when you’re at her house. From sitting next to you on the couch for a movie night to grabbing a cup from the cabinet in the kitchen where you’re eating, you’d expect her to glare at you, but she only tries to hold her laughter in.

You don’t know why you can’t function when he’s around every time. Is it because he smells like pencil shaving all the time, his glasses suit his face shape, or he wears that umber leather jacket over his uniform every day? It’s weird since you complain all the time that you miss him, but when you do see him, you’re suddenly meters away from his presence. You hate the idea of talking to him, but at the same time, you love talking about him with your friends. When your friends insult him, like his haircut or the fact that he’s part of the chess club, your mouth starts talking back as if you were a lawyer defending their client.

The one question that makes everyone you know intrigued is: How come you’ve never had at least one interaction with him?

‘I saw Euijoo in the hallway first thing in the morning’. You write on the sticky note, passing it to your friend in the middle of your drama class. Your teacher has been too busy blabbering about her life in acting school for the past hour. You look up at the clock; it’s five before the bell rings. Some of your classmates are doing work, and others are on their phones. No one seems to be listening to her at all; they’re all waiting for the bell.

Yeojin passes a sticky note to you. ‘What did you do?’. She stared at you as you retold her what happened with your fingers. You tried to tell her that you walked past him, but she didn’t understand your gestures. “What?” she mouths. You lean close enough so she can hear your whispers.

“I walked past him,” you whisper lowly so the teacher wouldn’t notice but loud enough for Yeojin to hear. She covers her mouth, restraining herself from bursting into laughter. As the bell rings, your teacher mentions a project due in a few days while you get ready to leave.

The performing arts department is in a long, separate hallway away from regular classes. In that hallway is also the gym, where Euijoo finishes his class. The hallway is tiring for you and Yeojin, but all you want to do is get to your next class without having to see Euijoo. Yeojin leaves you for her class, which is the one near the exit of the hall. You’re here, walking alone to the end of the hall. Sometimes it takes you two minutes to get to your class or more, depending on the number of people. As you go through multiple people squished like sardines in a can and make your way to the end of the hall, you halt, hearing your name and an unfamiliar voice.

“Oh, Y/N, you dropped this,” Euijoo says as you look behind. He picks up a notebook from the floor and hands it to you. You’re frozen and silent, and he simply smiles at you and leaves. You run to your next class and sit down in your seat as you contemplate. Many things are happening at once—things that you found impossible.

He says your name and gives you your journal, the one place where you talk about him, then proceeds to smile at you. It sounds impossible, but it did indeed happen. But what’s really important is that he spoke to you.

You haven’t seen Euijoo since that interaction. You don’t see him in the hallways at school or in the living room at their house. Whenever Eunha calls him down for dinner, he’ll just stay silent or respond that he’s busy. When he did come out of his room, it was only to return your journal. Your best friend accidentally gave him your journal when he asked her to get his notebook.

It was a simple mistake; he didn’t mean to look inside. The outside looked like his, but the inside was totally different. When he opened a random page, he noticed how his notes were colourful, his handwriting was curvier than it should be, and the words were the total opposite of physics. He put his glasses on and immediately closed the book as he read the first sentence.

‘I miss Euijoo’. He quickly pushes the book off his table and backs away from it. He’s shocked in many ways. Those words are playing in his head on repeat. All he can imagine is your voice saying those words. He wants to know what else you say about him, but it’s wrong; it’s your privacy. He approaches the book but is wary of picking it up. His hands are trembling the more he moves closer, until the pads of his fingers touch the leather cover.

He leaves his room with the journal in his hand. His eyes meet with yours as he enters the living room, places your journal down on the coffee table, and grabs his. You quickly grabbed your journal and sat on it as he asked you a question before he walked out.

“Are you busy this Friday?”

#[ ♪ ] SONA QUEUED — CHECK IT OUT ! #k-films #k-labels #kflixnet #kvanity #&team #&team ej #ej x reader #byun euijoo #&team x reader #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team fluff #&team drabbles #&team euijoo #ej imagines #ej scenarios #ej fluff #andteam #andteam x reader #andteam ej #byun euijoo x reader #pooie

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Thank you all for your generous work in the community! after s2 I need some really fluffy fanfic because I ache,

I need something very very fluffy, totally non-explicit, asexual, I love some fat aziraphale related fluff, maybe a length of 4k-50k? It can be more or less. I have read everything from ineffablefool. human au are preferable, but if it isn’t it’s also fine.

Anyway, thank you very much for your time, I appreciate all you do <3 :)

Hi! We have tags for all this: #fluff, #asexual, #chubby aziraphale, #human au. Here are some fics that may or may not have already been recommended...

with the help of a cat, or two by whicorzoo (G)

In which the cat in the window of the flat right across from Crowley's is unfairly perfect, so on a particularly whimsical night, he decides to put up a sign in his window to tell his neighbor as much. By morning, he's forgotten about it, until he sees it in his window and regrets the decision entirely. He expects to have his cool, intimidating facade never taken seriously again. He does not expect a response.

The Art of Human Nature by IneffableDoll (T)

Crowley is a painter who has only ever had an eye for nature. That is, until a client named Aziraphale commissions her for a painting to boost her self-confidence, and Crowley discovers that her client is as beautiful as the Earth itself. Then she goes and catches feelings, because she’s a disaster.

Therein Lies The Beauty by BlackUnicorn (NR)

After receiving an unexpected invitation to his brother’s wedding, an unfortunate realisation about his old suit, and the inconvenient news that his trusted tailor had closed down, Azra Fell finds himself in Devil’s Wear and his world turned upside down. OR Two trans tragedies accidentally steal each other's hearts and then simply never give them back.

Around the World in 80 Cakes by cookie_full_of_arsenic (T)

This is a queerplatonic love story between Aziraphale and Crowley. Or possibly between Aziraphale and cake. There will be recipes because I'm extra.

Across the Line by hope_in_the_dark (T)

Ezra is a student in his final year at University College London, and he’s in love with a man he’s never spoken to. For months, Ezra has been tipping (and pining after) a musician named Crowley every time he sees him. He thinks that Crowley hasn’t noticed him, but Crowley has. A love story that begins with, of all things, the saving and handing over of a book.

Do I wanna know? by KissMyAsthma (M)

Aziraphale and Anathema are both closeted queer people, and they decide to do what any sensible closeted queer people do - they form a fake relationship, to shut the mouths of their families and shoo away unwanted suitors. Their comfortable arrangement is put into question when a school reunion makes Aziraphale reconnect - or connect, really - with his school crush, Anthony Crowley. But past is past, and now that they’re both adults, Aziraphale is just glad to make a friend. If the friend finds himself interested in Aziraphale… Well, there’s nothing for him to do since Aziraphale is taken, right?

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #fluff #human au #asexual #asexual relationship #chubby aziraphale #mod d

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 9 – AUs

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: betheflame

Flame is the queen of fluff in my book. Her fics are like little pieces of candy, and no matter which one you choose, they're all delicious. I love the way she explores different AUs and makes them her own, especially the No Powers variety. So if you're looking for some treats, you're in the right place.

Here's some of her work that I think you should check out:

Have You Met My... Husband?

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Bucky/Natasha Rating: M Words: 7,317 Tags: School Reunion, Fake Relationship, Mutual Pining

Summary: Steve's high school reunion is coming up and for reasons that make no sense except in fic, Tony goes with him and poses as his husband. ... and things progress from there ...

Reasons why I love it: Natasha and Pepper really steal the show in this one, what with their meddling ways. Honestly, Steve and Tony need all the outside help they can get, my god, idiots in love is exactly right. I really love the humor in this one, and Bucky and Natasha's banter especially. This fic is adorable, and I hope you give it a shot!

Crouching Genius, Hidden Soulmate

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,276 Tags: Bucky Barnes is a Good Bro, Soulmates, No Powers

Summary: “We’re going to chat about that imaginary numbers bullshit, Stark,” Bucky said with a laugh, “but right now, come with me.” “Where?” “Downstairs,” Bucky said, offering his hand. “I’m about to change your life.” Tony barked out a laugh. “Okay Angelica.”

Reasons why I love it: You had me at Angelica. This fic is so sweet! I love all the little tidbits like Rhodey and Pepper's daughter and Steve's career that really flesh out the world. And of course, I'm a huge fan of Hamilton playing a major role in this fic. I love this one so much, so I hope you give it a shot (and don't throw it away, badum tz).

Paper Crowns and Secret Keepers

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,564 Tags: No Powers, A/B/O, Teacher Steve

Summary: Steve Rogers did not play favorites. He’d been one of the kindergarten teachers at Allensville Academy since he got out of graduate school and that was one of his key pedagogical beliefs - no playing favorites. But lands alive, if Peter Stark wasn’t testing his resolve.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaaaah not Flame subverting expectations in the best possible way, I am LIVING! Tony the not-alpha just breaks your heart once you learn about the circumstances that made his secrets necessary, and I love the political undertones throughout the fic in general. Also, Mairi (Askafroa) made some truly fantastic art for this that you desperately need to see if you haven't already, it's the cutest! This fic is amazing, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

A Totally Normal Dad

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,103 Tags: Identity Porn, Parenting, Canon Divergence

Summary: Steve is a totally normal, boring, suburban, stay-at-home-dad. He's also a superhero. His husband only knows the first sentence.

Reasons why I love it: The Incredibles, but make it Stony. I really love how this ties into canon, and oh my god, that paragraph about Steve wanting to grow old with Tony made me genuinely emotional. Also, Steve and Tony are so sweet with Peter, it makes me want to cry. This fic is amazing, and I highly encourage you to read it!

Wax On, Wax Off

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,354 Tags: No Powers, College AU, Merman Steve

Summary: Sure, a man could fall in love with a merman - but where would they make out?

Reasons why I love it: They're so fucking cute, ugh, I love them. Tony doing his level best to make life more comfortable for Steve is so sweet, and oh my god, the ending puts the biggest smile on my face. I also love the way Steve's merman-ism works and the cameos of the other Avengers in texting-form. This fic is delightful, and I hope you give it a go!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #ficrec #a year in fanfic recs #AUs

[kimbapisnotsushi]

i started writing this back in the last week of december going on into january bc we had so many karasuno bdays back then so uhhh TECHNICALLY this is a late bday post honoring like four people LMAO but let's go!!

during kageyama's first birthday at karasuno he gets a mysterious series of texts from an unknown number that goes like > happy birthday > not that this means you're forgiven > just thought it was the right thing to do > i know it's your first since. well. you know > you don't have to text back or anything!!!! > fuck fuck fuck just pretend this never happened BYE

he brings up it up two years later when he, kindaichi, and kunimi are better friends and kindaichi buries his red face in his hands and screams and kageyama isn't sure why

kunimi pats him on the back and tells him not to worry about it

ennoshita has a playlist that is solely just like white noise and creaking sounds and generally just things that would make you shit your pants alone in the dark and when asked why he just goes "it's the only way i can feel anything inside"

tsukki will NEVER admit it but he ASPIRES to be the level of deadpan that ennoshita is

tanaka: "so . . . why do you like him again?" ennoshita, watching a video he recorded of futakuchi walking straight into a lamppost bc he was playing pokemon go: "he makes me laugh"

no joke i think ennoshita is a dateko celebrity bc everyone knows about the guy that futakuchi kenji pines over bc futakuchi kenji is just known in a million ways and maybe like 90% of them are Not Good

a third-year has futakuchi by the collar and they're like "all right PUNK get ready to have your lights punched out you'll be seeing stars when i'm done with you" and futakuchi just sighs longingly and goes "ennoshita has eyes like stars . . ."

daichi is that type of upperclassman who knows very single friend of his juniors' but not in like a cool older sibling way he does it in a cringefail modern parent kind of way

kogane used to be soooooo scared of him before finding out what a huge dork he is

actually kogane isn't scared of asahi bc he's so used to aone and asahi cries over it

(sorry for plugging in dateko so much i just genuinely think they have such a fun relationship with karasuno i ADORE it)

onagawa: "man idk how you do it" narita: "do what?" onagawa: "being the only normal person on your team"

yeah no narita is carrying the weight of the world as the only person with the brain cell on karasuno

sometimes it's ennoshita but he's been dead inside since first year so

suga tells the first years he knows martial arts but all he really did was go to one (1) judo club demonstration during his second year of middle school and somehow managed to flip the captain over by sheer luck and never tried again

for takeda's birthday everyone teams up to get him a really nice fountain pen, a classical poetry book, and a quality bottle of sake. for ukai's birthday tsukki leads a powerpoint presentation on why smoking is bad for you and that he really should stop, backed up with everyone else standing behind him with their arms crossed and nodding along

okay that and they also get him a really cute apron (embroidered with crows!!) for him to wear around the store and a bag of good coffee

kiyoko has all - and i mean ALL - the snacks from the local convenience store on a tier list and when the vbc asked how the fuck she managed to do that she just went "my track team was a lot weirder than you guys"

actually the reason why daichi asked kiyoko to be the manager wasn't because kiyoko was the only one with no club activities going on it was because she gave asahi a hair tie when nobody else would and asahi had been trying to befriend her since (and also return said hair tie) but was too nervous to make the first move

asahi: "noooooo daaaaaaaiiiichiiiiiiiiii i caaaaaaaan't i'm so awkward and embarrassing!!!!" daichi, with all the confidence of a fifteen-year-old constantly winging it: "it's okay, i've got this!"

yeah he's just as surprised as you are that it worked out

especially considering he pitched it to her like a used car salesman

kiyoko carries a lot of hair ties with her when she starts just for asahi and when he leaves the team she doesn't stop bc she tells suga, daichi, and the second-years, "he'll come back, just wait and see"

THEY WERE FRIENDS TOO!!!! THEY WERE FRIENDS TOO!! THEY WERE FRIE -

#i did all this instead of hw and work prep LMAAAAO #kageyama tobio #ennoshita chikara #tanaka ryuunosuke #azumane asahi #tsukishima kei #narita kazuhito #takeda ittetsu #ukai keishin #shimizu kiyoko #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #kunimi akira #kindaichi yuutarou #onagawa taro #koganegawa kanji #futakuchi kenji #ennofuta #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #sou says stuff

[chateautae]

— new fic drop! [♡]

banner by the uber talented jen @itaeewon​ !!

➵ summary: despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the school’s chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic university’s top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of art—fucking. 

➵ pairing: mentor!jimin x chancellor’s daughter!reader

➵ genre: magic!au, university!au, student/mentor!au, bit of mutual pining, sexual angst, absolute porn but with some plot :]

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 12k

➵ warnings: swearing, loads of bickering, delicIOUS angst, sexual tension, pining hehe, explicit sexual content, dom!jimin, making out, spitting, finger-fucking, sir kink!!, degradation, oral (f. recieving), public sex, sex in the rain, multiple orgasms & more <3

➵ release date: dec. 10th, 2022.

taglist is open—please reply to this post in order to be tagged, MUST be 18 years or older to interact. those already on my taglist will be automatically tagged <3

#jimin smut #jimin angst #bts smut #bts angst #jimin x reader #bts x reader #jimin fanfic #bts fanfic #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin #fic: cherry blossoms

[creaturecomfxrts]

Dipper and Mabel pines headcanons?

FINALLY getting around to answering these! since im better at them, heres some college age headcanons that apply just as much to how i view them in the show!

DIPPER PINES

transmasc. duh. of course

parents are INCREDIBLY supportive, super understanding. hes on hormone blockers in the show and starts HRT as soon as hes able, getting top surgery and bottom surgery in his early 20s

bisexual! ran into a guy junior year of highschool and went oh GOD. this is wendy 2.0 im going to die

NERD.

LOVES board games. so much. not just dungeons and dragons and monopoly im talkin everdell, wingspan, cascadia, catan. he loves a good think. he also loves dragging everyone else into playing them with him. he always wins. almost always, anyway

absolutely adores college and everything about it hes a little freak. totally ends up being the president of a few clubs, co creating some, etc. made an occult club AND a hiking club at his college

loves doodling, loves horror. his teachers? not so much. they try not to look at the weird ass creatures he draws on the margins of his very well written homework.

probably goes into something smart. like biochem. or um. stem. im (author) is a liberal arts major all i do is write gay fanfiction.

PSYCHOTIC ASS DORM ROOM. he barely decorated it like a classic college male but has a conspiracy board and thats it. which is full of strange shit hes seen outside of gravity falls. to be fair its very well documented and somewhat neat, just…. strange decor. he lives in a single (introvert)

COVERED in tattoos, but always abides by the suit rule (all tattoos need to be able to be covered by a suit to be professional. he knows this bc hes a neerrrrddd). he has really sick sleeves of runes and other occult like things hes found interesting. he has cipher related tattoos as well and also even got ford to design a few.

he has PROMINENT eye bags. he will never fix his sleep schedule

ended up working as a summer camp counselor for a while right outside if gravity falls! the kids loved him but he couldnt stand the heat and bugs all the time so he only did it for a summer or two

even after turning 21 he doesnt actually drink that much, hes a craft beer enjoyer and likes to make it himelf (Much later in life)

ALWAYS stays in touch with mabel. if anything happens in either of their lives you better BELIEVE theyre already on the phone with eachother

medical marijuana card holder

smokes to help eith his anxiety. it works WONDERS

coffee drinker but actually Does put cream and sugar is coffee. sometimes. other times hes too tired and just thugs it out

MABEL PINES

THE number one it girl ever

NUMBER ONE TRANS ALLY EVERRRRRR she loves her brother so much

pansexual!! she loves cool people, thats her motto

went to a fashion design school, is loving it despite drowning in work

began dying her hair in cool ways through highschool, now she always has some of her natural color present but goes a little crazy on the highlights

found out about huge dangley joke earrings. went absolutely crazy. has an entire space on her desk dedicated to her many many earrings. she has babies, knives, bags of doritos, aliens, glow in the dark ones, anything you could imagine.

fantastic at fashion design. stuggled a lot with the fancier stuff but her teachers were floored when they let her go wild on casual comfy wear. she excells in combining fashion and comfort in really exciting and colorful ways.

a party girl through and through, loves clubs, raves, concerts, anything!

video game lover as well, cracked at pvp games.

still boy crazy, just less so (has had like. 10 college boyfriends)

literally the sweetest friend ever. she loves hosting movie nights and tea parties (bc who wouldnt. theyre awesome)

tea drinker, loves floral teas with honey

HATES. black coffee. a starbucks frap girlie 4ever

has been scouted for modeing multiple times and only accepted when it was a commercial with puppies

love love loves making friendshio bracelets. knows all the patterns, all of her friends have a hefty amount of a bunch of different ones because she just keeps making them

anywwy, here you go! i love these two so much, i hope ive done them justice!

#dipper pines #mabel pines #headcanons #gravity falls #gravity falls headcanons #hcs #gravity falls dipper #gravity falls mabel #writing #writeblr

[addsalwayssick]

Addie is…?

Facts about me + My works

WRITING REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

(If you ever need anything or just want to chat or get advice, feel free to ask me! i love answering asks and helping people out)

Facts

My name is Addison, but I prefer Addie or Adds || I don’t really believe in astrology but i’m a May Gemini || My birthday is May 30 || I keep my age undisclosed so it’s hard for people to find out who i am || My main fandoms are: Marauders, Percy Jackson. || I have red hair and hazel eyes || my dream job is an actress and i have so far starred in musicals and plays || my favorite album is Ziggy Stardust || my favorite fanfiction is Art Heist, Baby! || My favorite movie is Call Me by your name || I have celiac || New York >>> || If you send me a chain i’m my inbox [Send this to ten people who…] i see every single one, cry at it, he all like ‘omg people think this abt me?’ but i don’t answer them or continue them (i’m sorry i just hate the pressure and don’t want to continue them to anyone else but i love getting them)

My works

My works are something I take pride in, something I work hard on when I have time between volleyball, acting lessons, theatre, and school. Treat them with kindness. (Like, nice one?)

Ao3 completed works:

Orders out for delivery! [Pizza Boys and two brothers who love the pizza (and the boys)]

Dancing to the stars song [Dancer James Singer Regulus]

And I’ll miss you Forever [James and Lily’s last few days]

A03 Uncompleted works:

I Know Places [ Volleyball Au | Wolfstar and Jegulus]

I Remember Everything [Call Me By your Name au | Jegulus]

It’s In the Stars [ The Invisible Life of Addie Larue au | Jegulus ]

Here We Go Again [Wolfstar reunited- Mamma Mia! Au]

Which fics are worth your while?

Now, as a fic author, im inclined to promote all my fics, but which ones have the best writing? the best plot?

If you want pure angst: And i’ll miss you forever

If you want pure fluff: Dancing to The Stars Song, Here We Go Again

If you want the prettiest writing: I Remember Everything

If you want angst, but people falling in love: It’s in the Stars

If you want a sports AU: I Know Places

If you want a comedic fic with lots of pining: Orders Out For Delivery!

If you want platonic moonwater and platonic prongsfoot: I Know Places

If you want a little bit of golden trio with teddy: Here We Go Again

If you want a vacation/Italian fic: I Remember Everything

If you want mainly wolfstar: Here We Go Again

If you want mainly Jegulus: I Remember Everything, Dancing to The Stars song, It’s in the stars

If you want Jily: And I’ll Miss You Forever

If you want a mix: anything not mentioned.

if you want a variety of wolfstar, jily, jegulus, dorlene, pandalily, dorlene, and others, find my writing tag under this post!

Works i’m coming out with soon:

You’ll Hold my Hand Right? || Rosekiller

Sick but Not of You || Wolfstar texting fic

Just the way it goes || Group text fix

Writing request info

You can request anything. I may not write it i don’t like it, but feel free to request it. i’ll do smut, fluff, angst, etc

I don’t really have many tags, but most of my writing will be under

‘Addie Writes’

my art will be under

‘Addie does art’

and anything about sports/my life should be under

‘Addie cooks up’

i have a favorite mutual ❤️

I support everyone. ()

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius #jegulus #sirius x lupin #wolfstar #regulus and evan and barty #sirius and regulus #remus and regulus #addie writes #addie cooks up #addie does art

[17-million-years-of-pining-poll]

BEST LONG-TIME PINING SHIPS: ROUND 1 MATCH 6

(The Griddlehark art was made by @henreyettah!!!)

Why you should vote for each ship underneath the cut!

Griddlehark: The Messiest, Most Complicated Lesbians. Basically destined to both love and hate each other since the day Harrow was born (Gideon is approximately one (1) year her senior). You can fit so much guilt, codependency, rage, miscommunication, devotion, and complicated emotions into this relationship. I wish I could go into more detail without writing an essay and filling it with spoilers, many of which probably wouldn’t make sense even in context, but that’s the Locked Tomb series for you. Canderemy: FUNNILY ENOUGH, THE MUTUAL PINING GOES THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION YOUD EXPECT!!!! WHILE CANDACE WAS KEEPING TABS ON HIM FOR TWO YEARS, JEREMY HAS LIKED HER SINCE AT LEAST GRADE SCHOOL, KEEPING A CHEWED UP PENCIL SHE GAVE HIM IN ONE OF THOSE TOY SAFES. HE ACTS COOL, BUT HE DIDN'T WORK UP THE BRAVERY TO TALK TO HER OUTSIDE OF NECESSARY SCHOOL STUFF UNTIL TWO YEARS BEFORE THE SHOW. MEANWHILE WHILE CANDACE IS PANICKY AND A MESS ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP, SHE MANAGES TO WORK UP THE COURAGE TO TALK TO HIM OR ASK HIM TO THINGS MORE OFTEN THEN NOT, EVEN IF JEREMY INSTIGATED THEIR FIRST DATE IN JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF CANDACE. AND IT WOULD'VE BEEN SO EASY FOR THE WRITERS TO DO THE TYPICAL THING OF "GIRLS OBSESSED WITH BOY TO THE POINT OF ALMOST STALKING, HE THINKS SHES A CREEP AND HATES HER FOR BEING WEIRD, AND SHE LEARNS HER LESSON ABOUT IT" THAT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY COMMON WHEN IT CAME OUT, AND IT CERTAINLY WOULDVE GOTTEN THROUGH EASIER, BUT THEY DIDN'T!!!!!! AND ITS SUCH A GOOD RELATIONSHIP!!!!!

#round 1 #polls #griddlehark #the locked tomb #gideon nav #gideon x harrow #harrow nonagesimus #harrow x gideon #candace flynn #jeremy johnson #canderemy #pnf #phineas and ferb