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I am over 275,000 words into writing a Mandalorian based fanfiction, and already have like 30 pages of book two written.

and I haven't been able to get anything significant written for it in over a year

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

Edit: yo i just realized i could do a shameless self-advertisement for said fic so here ya gooooo

The struggle is Real

CHAPTER DROP: Star of the Show ch 1

HERE IT IS, BABES.

Book one is done. Mostly. I will probably be editing it until my dying days but fuck it I am posting what's written!

This is a 500+ page fic of kinks and plot and wholesome feels.

It's Starscream and Mirage centric, romance wise, but there's simping for many bots because I cannot be contained and why gods why are Transformers all so hot???

Follows the journey of a woman (AFAB) named Clara, who was born with an affliction that causes her no end of troubles... because she emits Energon radiation :3

Anyhow... here's my humble contribution to the fanfiction soup of Starscream (and Mirage) lovers. Enjoy this spicy Soulmate / Reverse-Harem journey.

@ss-shitstorm I DID I DID THE THING SENPAI

SENPAI R U PROUD OF ME

UWU

(go check out their writing if you like Megs/Opti/Screamer/Sounders because THEIR FANFIC IS THE BOMB HOLY HECK)

A fanfic that I have started.

Longest ongoing fic that I know of currently

Ok, so... help me explain how does an ongoing work surpass the 2 MILLION word count with 129 chapters realeased to date.

Seriously, I haven't read it, my calculations are that this momster of a fic averages at about 16k words PER CHAPTER and, apparently, hasn't gone past episode FOUR of the original canon.

It's about a MILLION and a HALF words longer than the second longest fic (currently) in the fandom

I kow we're pretty unhinged here in the Merlin fandom but this is just insane.

FYI: I tracked the lengthiest fic published to AO3 for comparisson sake, and that one is also ongoing, spanning 7.5 Million words over the course of 1571 chapters to date and it belongs to the Terminator fandom, of all things. Second work on a series (first work is, funnily enough, under 100k).

The Merlin fic has about 13x the hits. Another interesting statistic

Operation: Redemption

Rating: General audience

Archive Warning: Graphic depictions of violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Prime

Relationships: Breakdown/Knock Out, KOBD

Characters: Breakdown, Knock Out, Arachnid, Dreadwing, Megatron, Soundwave

Additional tags:

Romance isn't the center of the story, long fic, other tags and characters will be added as they appear, AU, Breakdown survives, Autobot Breakdown, implied KOBD, minor character death in future, past, light descriptions of scars/gore

Word count: 2562

Summary:

Breakdown wasn't the most observant bot, yet his loyalty knew no bounds. Despite a lot of questionable decisions made by his liege, big Decepticon never doubted Megatron's view. Honestly Lord of the decepticons hasn't hesitated to use this trust to his own advantage ever, but even the most oblivious person in the whole galaxy would someday understand this. Breakdown started to have some suspicions after he was saved by his old rival, Bulkhead, while his boss left him in the mercy of the vermins. Starscream's words didn't help, planting doubts in big blue bot. But Breakdown's trust hasn't been shaken too much, he only became more observant. Now he saw some patterns, that were repeating from day to day, until he couldn't ignore it any longer.

Chapter: 1/???

"Am I the only one here, who considers this to be an overkill on Lord Megatron's part?" Arachnid said, moving forward, as her partners stayed behind. "I mean, dispatching two of his most proficient warriors to track down one unconfirmed energon spike."

"Megatron knows me and Dreadwing here will get the job done." Breakdown gestured at himself and his winged companion, who to this moment stayed quiet.

"Actually, I was referring to Dreadwing and myself." The sardonic smile appeared on the helicopter's face.

Orange-faced bot's fist clenched, as he angrily took a few steps towards a bold fembot. They never were on the good terms. Warrior found her intriguing, yet soon enough understood that she was just a crazy, rude killer with no morals or respect for authorities. Spider-looking con, on her part, never saw her comrade as anything worthy of her attention.

"Breakdown" A hoarse voice of a Seeker called out. "Remain on task. This must be a unified effort."

"Indeed, Breakdown. I know, we've never seen eyes to eye." Arachnid continued, not even trying to hide her smug expression. "But it doesn't mean we can't patch things up." She winked.

Now that was the last straw. With an fuming "that's it", Breakdown fiercely charged to attack, completely ignoring Dreadwing's objections. Yet the battle didn't last long, for Arachnid quickly transformed and blinded an attacker with her web. Yet fembot hadn't much time to celebrate, as a Seeker pulled out his riffle and started blasting helicopter. Being as shifty as she is, former second in command managed to dodge the blast, but was unable to web her opponent on the first try. For a few moments luck was on fembot's side, as she finally trapped Dreadwing, tying him to a nearby tree. But the last shot caused her to collapse, losing one of her spider legs. Breakdown, all this time trying to get rid of the web on his face, finally tore down his blindfold and resumed the chase. Blue boy's cannon fired, as Arachnid jumped from the spruce tree to another. Eventually helicopter fled further into the forest. One-eyed warrior wanted to run right after.

"Breakdown! Don't be a fool! Free me!" Seeker yelled, still not able to free himself.

Breakdown stopped for a few seconds and fired a couple of shots where commander's arm would be, thinning the web. He didn't stay any longer, as he decided to get the job done. Blue bot ran after the fleeing figure of the traitorous Decepticon, jumping through some fallen trees and rocks, and got to a pool of a bright blue energon. Suddenly, helicopter's shadow appeared once more, proceeding further to the bushes and leaving a trail of Cybertronian blood behind. Eventually, one eyed bot caught up with Arachnid at a small pile of stones, that weakened fembot seemingly had no strength to jump over.

Laughing, Breakdown said. "Easy prey.", swinging his hummer for a final blow. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lower his weapon. It was too late, when a hunter realized that he was cleverly outsmarted by this cunning decepticon. She led him to a trap, pretending to be weak, only to trap his hand in a web. Arachid smiled, as she saw how defenceless Breakdown was. She lifted one of her spider legs and slowly, as if enjoying her victim's useless attempts to get out, sliced blue bot's chest, revealing a spark chamber. Orange faced decepticon fired his cannon, while being in immense amount of pain. The scar, that looked like a terrific lightning, was grand and deep enough to damage the important wires.

Arachnid prepared for the finishing blow, when suddenly, out of nowhere, she first heard a loud steps and then saw an energon blast, almost loosing another leg. Deciding this fight wasn't worth it, she transformed into a helicopter and fled the scene, while a red shots followed her.

Breakdown was flabbergasted by this save, looking shocked at Dreadwing. Admitting defeat, seeker stopped blasting at a long gone Arachnid.

"You won't chase her?" Bleeding bot asked.

"You won't thank me?" Winged con responded sarcastically. His face was gloomy, as he destroyed the string that kept Breakdown's hand.

Wounded decepticon fell on his knees, as the pain consumed him. Second in command placed a hand under his comrade's armpit.

"Thank you, sir..." Breakdown mustered, trying to get up on his feet. He honestly never expected for any decepticon to save him (well, minus Knock Out), especially this newcomer. But the more one eyed bot watched his comrade's actions, the more fascinated he became with the nobility of an explosive expert. Something felt really wrong about it, since the fraction, they both belonged to, has long forgotten about justice and kindness, even to each other. First seeker lieutenant's actions drastically contradicted Megatron's, and this revelation sparked something strange in Breakdown's mind.

"Soundwave, we require a ground bridge immediately on my current location."

The mere seconds later a circular green portal appeared, illuminating surroundings. Dreadwing supported his subordinate the way so he could carry most of the weight himself. After entering this ground bridge, they immediately showed up on the board of the Nemesis. A few Vehicons were passing by this corridor and were very distressed, seeing their superior with his spark almost falling out if his chest.

"Is Knock Out at the medical bay?" Seeker asked the soldiers loudly.

"Yes, sir."

Dreadwing nodded and continued through the spaceship, towards doctor's office. Breakdown followed, yet he felt how his powers faded away, as his energon was leaking out. The sight from his remained eye was starting to blurr. However wounded decepticon's curiosity didn't let him to pass out.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?"

"I suppose you can, yet I would strongly advise you to save your strength."

"Why didn't you complete the mission?"

Dreadwing was dumbfounded by his subordinate's question. "Because decepticons care for their comrades."

"Not on Nemesis." One eyed con said gloomy.

"Why do you think that? Don't you trust our cause? Lord Megatron?"

Breakdown thought if he could trust his savior, but decided to ask anyway. Something in Seeker felt safe enough to speak freely.

"But do you think Lord Megatron himself believes in our cause?"

The unharmed con's face looked shocked "Of course he does."

"He's still so loyal. But does our Lord reciprocate?" Breakdown thought soberly, while both cons proceeded to make their way further into the dark corridors of the spaceship. The silence remained unbroken, partially due to orange faced bot's weakness.

Soon enough they were right before med bay's door. It opened by themselves, showing a view into the room. There were two large metal hospital beds with a table, displacing a bunch of instruments: cross clamps, laser scalpel, durabilium drill, soldering iron, blowtorch and others. Dark blue screens, showcasing some red text on them, situated to the sides of the beds. On these screens was important information, such as normalized amount of energon, that supposed to flow in Cybertronian body, spark and T-Cog conditions, pictures of servos and optics ect.

The doctor with a glorious red finish stood before his instruments and cleaned them up. He muttered some lyrics from a random human song. Once he'd heard the door opened, KO put the stuff he hold and turned around.

"Good day, bo— WHAT THE SCRAP?!" Doctor yelled, once he set his optics on Breakdown, who was almost carried at this point. Red finished con turned to Dreadwing and, without any other words, ordered. "Lay him down on the hospital bed."

Dreadwing obliged, and Knock Out immediately began his examination. He took blowtorch and another tool neither of other cons knew about.

"Dreadwing, quickly bring me energon to transfuse." Concerned Doctor put a strange black metal tube, vagely resembling Soundwave's tentacles, in Breakdown's hand. The other end of this dropper was round, meant to suck the Cybertronian's life force out of containers. After Seeker lieutenant helplessly started to look around, searching for the blocks needed for operation, red con said, hurrying his new unwanted assistant. "To the right of this room. Don't stand around. I'll put him in stasis while you're at it."

When winged decepticon left the room for the energon supplies, KO started his work with blowtorch, slowly fix his sleeping companion's cables, thus stopping the bleeding. Amount of energon was critically low, and defenceless spark was blinking dimmer with each second. Usually Knock Out wasn't very serious. He liked to buff his own finish or go street racing, completely ditching his responsibilities of a decepticon. But once someone got really hurt European model was barely recognizable. His demeanor changed, and he became very focused on getting his patients better. Especially when the damaged comrade turned out to be as close to him as Breakdown. When his part time assistant was wounded too much, doctor concentrated as much as he could and did his best.

By the time Dreadwing reappeared with a special energon, cables, in which this bright blue substance flowed were patched up enough to stop the bleeding.

"Here, Knock Out. I brou—"

"Good. Now be a lamb, come here and hold this cube straight." KO didn't even let his superior finish the sentence.

The latter's pride was hurt, but the complete confusion of the idioma used was much stronger. What is a lamb? And how to be it? It's probably some human phrase he picked up from some where. But there was no time to waste, so Seeker obliged again. Once winged bot did what he was told to do, doctor attached the metal tube to the block, pressed a button and transfusion began. The light blue stripes flashed, as the live source filled the con in stasis.

KO, after making sure everything goes as planned, went out of med bay, only to return with the piece of metal to repair his comrade.

"Oh, you dummy. We'll have so much buffing to do." Knock Out said sweetly to Breakdown. After measuring scar, doctor turned his hand into rotating saw and cut to the size. Then he started soldering and murmuring some compliments and loving words, completely forgetting about Dreadwing's existance. The latter was a little bit uncomfortable. On the Nemesis these kind of close relationships were very rare and weren't usually put on display, so witnessing this was awkward. Yet Seeker had no where to go until all energon was in Breakdown.

"Is my presence still necessary?" Winged decepticon asked, when the cube was empty.

"Oh, not really, commander. Just may I ask how did Breakdown manage to get himself scratched like that?"

"I would also want to know that." The door suddenly opened as the rough voice filled the room. The grand Lord of Decepticons entered the room, his red eyes shining.

"Lord Megatron." Dreadwing said. "Arachnid escaped."

"I am utterly amazed by your unability to kill Arachnid and by getting your subordinate nearly lose his spark." Megatron raised his voice. "How is it, that the con who's near becoming my second in command can't get rid of the target?"

Winged Cybertronian bowed his head in shame, not uttering a word in his own defence. Silver Decepticon wasn't waiting an answer, and was preparing a punishment, when suddenly unexpected happened. Soundwave send a message to Megatron, which made him walk away, not saying anything more. Dreadwing followed him.

Knock Out's confusion didn't disappear, and only more questions sprang up in his head. What happened to Breakdown, and what's Arachnid's role in all of that? The only way to get answers was to wake up the patient from stasis, yet doctor decided to give blue bot some time to heal. Red finished con started cleaning up the room, removing tube and block and washing the energon from the floor and his hands. After, he took his beloved buffer and began to polishing his partner's chest, gently waking him up from stasis.

"Who's that pretty bot?" These were the first words that left Breakdown's mouth, once he opened his eye.

"Not just pretty, but handsome, don't you think?" KO responded cheeky.

"I would say you're the best looking con I've ever met."

Doctor chuckled, patting his partner's chestplate. It already looked decent, giving the small amount of time. Blue bot took his red finished comrade hand in his own, lovingly stroking other's servo with his finger.

"Dear, will you consider me worthy enough of knowing about your accident?" Knock Out pointed with his buffer at the still pretty visible scar.

"Well, Commander Dreadwing and I were assigned to get rid of Arachnid for her traitorous behavior. I might have been too aggressive, so she caught me in a trap. Commander saved me, before she could tear me apart."

KO's face froze for a moment. He quickly came back to the his usual charming self, yet damaged bot could see his partner's fleeting fear. Fear of punishment, death, or maybe a torture. Blue bot understood the reason, since his doctor used to scheme with now missing Starscream, who was known for his traitorous behavior. However some unexpected thought appeared in Breakdown's head, that felt terribly shameful, yet very enlightening. His mind went back to the most strange day, when his nemisis, Bulkhead, saved his spark. That time Autobots were somewhat successful, but a lot of time they weren't. Do they get punished with beatings? Well, at least Bulkhead didn't seem like it. Were they mocked for their failures by comrades? No, their team didn't belittle each other, did it? The shame rose in blue bot as he started to see the flaws in a fraction he belonged to.

"Hey, sweet rims, may I ask you something personal?" Orange faced con looked his friend right in the optics, preparing to bring the topic that was bothering him.

"Of course."

"Do you think we're on the right side?"

"What?"

"On the right side of war." Yellow eyed bot clarified. "I mean, is there anything left from a cause we started with? Do we still fight for freedom?"

Knock Out's optics widened, quite dumbfounded by the question.

"Breakdown, I... What makes you question Lord Megatron?"

"Do you remember when I was kidnapped by the MECH? Starscream had to disobey Megatron's orders to come for me. Then all those vehicons we sent only for them to die. And.."

"Darling, shush!" Doctor interrupted. His posture change to more stiff one, as he took his hand out of his patient's. "We shouldn't discuss it where Soundwave can hear us."

"And freedom of speech we fought for.." Breakdown frowned, finishing his sentence despite his friend's warnings.

"I don't know. I didn't join because of Lord's ideas."

"Then why?"

"I wanted to survive." The simplicity of the answer spoke volumes. "There was no escape from deceptions' power; they were everywhere. If I wanted to keep my finish this great, I needed to join."

Red finished bot took away his servo, putting the buffer to work again. One eyed bot was saddened. The cons continued to chat about everything and anything, but Breakdown's thoughts refused to depart from the initial subject. Now more than ever he started to question his master's intentions, and part of him began to realize how corrupted their cause became. But this part was still rather small, and after a few hours spent with Knock Out, Breakdown heard some strange unrest behind the door of med bay.

Operation: Redemption

Rating: General audience

Archive Warning: Graphic depictions of violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Prime

Relationships: Breakdown/Knock Out, KOBD

Characters: Breakdown, Knock Out, Arachnid, Dreadwing, Megatron, Soundwave

Additional tags:

Romance isn't the center of the story, long fic, other tags and characters will be added as they appear, AU, Breakdown survives, Autobot Breakdown, implied KOBD, minor character death in future, past, light descriptions of scars/gore

Word count: 2562

Summary:

Breakdown wasn't the most observant bot, yet his loyalty knew no bounds. Despite a lot of questionable decisions made by his liege, big Decepticon never doubted Megatron's view. Honestly Lord of the decepticons hasn't hesitated to use this trust to his own advantage ever, but even the most oblivious person in the whole galaxy would someday understand this. Breakdown started to have some suspicions after he was saved by his old rival, Bulkhead, while his boss left him in the mercy of the vermins. Starscream's words didn't help, planting doubts in big blue bot. But Breakdown's trust hasn't been shaken too much, he only became more observant. Now he saw some patterns, that were repeating from day to day, until he couldn't ignore it any longer.

Chapter: 1/???

"Am I the only one here, who considers this to be an overkill on Lord Megatron's part?" Arachnid said, moving forward, as her partners stayed behind. "I mean, dispatching two of his most proficient warriors to track down one unconfirmed energon spike."

"Megatron knows me and Dreadwing here will get the job done." Breakdown gestured at himself and his winged companion, who to this moment stayed quiet.

"Actually, I was referring to Dreadwing and myself." The sardonic smile appeared on the helicopter's face.

Orange-faced bot's fist clenched, as he angrily took a few steps towards a bold fembot. They never were on the good terms. Warrior found her intriguing, yet soon enough understood that she was just a crazy, rude killer with no morals or respect for authorities. Spider-looking con, on her part, never saw her comrade as anything worthy of her attention.

"Breakdown" A hoarse voice of a Seeker called out. "Remain on task. This must be a unified effort."

"Indeed, Breakdown. I know, we've never seen eyes to eye." Arachnid continued, not even trying to hide her smug expression. "But it doesn't mean we can't patch things up." She winked.

Now that was the last straw. With an fuming "that's it", Breakdown fiercely charged to attack, completely ignoring Dreadwing's objections. Yet the battle didn't last long, for Arachnid quickly transformed and blinded an attacker with her web. Yet fembot hadn't much time to celebrate, as a Seeker pulled out his riffle and started blasting helicopter. Being as shifty as she is, former second in command managed to dodge the blast, but was unable to web her opponent on the first try. For a few moments luck was on fembot's side, as she finally trapped Dreadwing, tying him to a nearby tree. But the last shot caused her to collapse, losing one of her spider legs. Breakdown, all this time trying to get rid of the web on his face, finally tore down his blindfold and resumed the chase. Blue boy's cannon fired, as Arachnid jumped from the spruce tree to another. Eventually helicopter fled further into the forest. One-eyed warrior wanted to run right after.

"Breakdown! Don't be a fool! Free me!" Seeker yelled, still not able to free himself.

Breakdown stopped for a few seconds and fired a couple of shots where commander's arm would be, thinning the web. He didn't stay any longer, as he decided to get the job done. Blue bot ran after the fleeing figure of the traitorous Decepticon, jumping through some fallen trees and rocks, and got to a pool of a bright blue energon. Suddenly, helicopter's shadow appeared once more, proceeding further to the bushes and leaving a trail of Cybertronian blood behind. Eventually, one eyed bot caught up with Arachnid at a small pile of stones, that weakened fembot seemingly had no strength to jump over.

Laughing, Breakdown said. "Easy prey.", swinging his hummer for a final blow. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lower his weapon. It was too late, when a hunter realized that he was cleverly outsmarted by this cunning decepticon. She led him to a trap, pretending to be weak, only to trap his hand in a web. Arachid smiled, as she saw how defenceless Breakdown was. She lifted one of her spider legs and slowly, as if enjoying her victim's useless attempts to get out, sliced blue bot's chest, revealing a spark chamber. Orange faced decepticon fired his cannon, while being in immense amount of pain. The scar, that looked like a terrific lightning, was grand and deep enough to damage the important wires.

Arachnid prepared for the finishing blow, when suddenly, out of nowhere, she first heard a loud steps and then saw an energon blast, almost loosing another leg. Deciding this fight wasn't worth it, she transformed into a helicopter and fled the scene, while a red shots followed her.

Breakdown was flabbergasted by this save, looking shocked at Dreadwing. Admitting defeat, seeker stopped blasting at a long gone Arachnid.

"You won't chase her?" Bleeding bot asked.

"You won't thank me?" Winged con responded sarcastically. His face was gloomy, as he destroyed the string that kept Breakdown's hand.

Wounded decepticon fell on his knees, as the pain consumed him. Second in command placed a hand under his comrade's armpit.

"Thank you, sir..." Breakdown mustered, trying to get up on his feet. He honestly never expected for any decepticon to save him (well, minus Knock Out), especially this newcomer. But the more one eyed bot watched his comrade's actions, the more fascinated he became with the nobility of an explosive expert. Something felt really wrong about it, since the fraction, they both belonged to, has long forgotten about justice and kindness, even to each other. First seeker lieutenant's actions drastically contradicted Megatron's, and this revelation sparked something strange in Breakdown's mind.

"Soundwave, we require a ground bridge immediately on my current location."

The mere seconds later a circular green portal appeared, illuminating surroundings. Dreadwing supported his subordinate the way so he could carry most of the weight himself. After entering this ground bridge, they immediately showed up on the board of the Nemesis. A few Vehicons were passing by this corridor and were very distressed, seeing their superior with his spark almost falling out if his chest.

"Is Knock Out at the medical bay?" Seeker asked the soldiers loudly.

"Yes, sir."

Dreadwing nodded and continued through the spaceship, towards doctor's office. Breakdown followed, yet he felt how his powers faded away, as his energon was leaking out. The sight from his remained eye was starting to blurr. However wounded decepticon's curiosity didn't let him to pass out.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?"

"I suppose you can, yet I would strongly advise you to save your strength."

"Why didn't you complete the mission?"

Dreadwing was dumbfounded by his subordinate's question. "Because decepticons care for their comrades."

"Not on Nemesis." One eyed con said gloomy.

"Why do you think that? Don't you trust our cause? Lord Megatron?"

Breakdown thought if he could trust his savior, but decided to ask anyway. Something in Seeker felt safe enough to speak freely.

"But do you think Lord Megatron himself believes in our cause?"

The unharmed con's face looked shocked "Of course he does."

"He's still so loyal. But does our Lord reciprocate?" Breakdown thought soberly, while both cons proceeded to make their way further into the dark corridors of the spaceship. The silence remained unbroken, partially due to orange faced bot's weakness.

Soon enough they were right before med bay's door. It opened by themselves, showing a view into the room. There were two large metal hospital beds with a table, displacing a bunch of instruments: cross clamps, laser scalpel, durabilium drill, soldering iron, blowtorch and others. Dark blue screens, showcasing some red text on them, situated to the sides of the beds. On these screens was important information, such as normalized amount of energon, that supposed to flow in Cybertronian body, spark and T-Cog conditions, pictures of servos and optics ect.

The doctor with a glorious red finish stood before his instruments and cleaned them up. He muttered some lyrics from a random human song. Once he'd heard the door opened, KO put the stuff he hold and turned around.

"Good day, bo— WHAT THE SCRAP?!" Doctor yelled, once he set his optics on Breakdown, who was almost carried at this point. Red finished con turned to Dreadwing and, without any other words, ordered. "Lay him down on the hospital bed."

Dreadwing obliged, and Knock Out immediately began his examination. He took blowtorch and another tool neither of other cons knew about.

"Dreadwing, quickly bring me energon to transfuse." Concerned Doctor put a strange black metal tube, vagely resembling Soundwave's tentacles, in Breakdown's hand. The other end of this dropper was round, meant to suck the Cybertronian's life force out of containers. After Seeker lieutenant helplessly started to look around, searching for the blocks needed for operation, red con said, hurrying his new unwanted assistant. "To the right of this room. Don't stand around. I'll put him in stasis while you're at it."

When winged decepticon left the room for the energon supplies, KO started his work with blowtorch, slowly fix his sleeping companion's cables, thus stopping the bleeding. Amount of energon was critically low, and defenceless spark was blinking dimmer with each second. Usually Knock Out wasn't very serious. He liked to buff his own finish or go street racing, completely ditching his responsibilities of a decepticon. But once someone got really hurt European model was barely recognizable. His demeanor changed, and he became very focused on getting his patients better. Especially when the damaged comrade turned out to be as close to him as Breakdown. When his part time assistant was wounded too much, doctor concentrated as much as he could and did his best.

By the time Dreadwing reappeared with a special energon, cables, in which this bright blue substance flowed were patched up enough to stop the bleeding.

"Here, Knock Out. I brou—"

"Good. Now be a lamb, come here and hold this cube straight." KO didn't even let his superior finish the sentence.

The latter's pride was hurt, but the complete confusion of the idioma used was much stronger. What is a lamb? And how to be it? It's probably some human phrase he picked up from some where. But there was no time to waste, so Seeker obliged again. Once winged bot did what he was told to do, doctor attached the metal tube to the block, pressed a button and transfusion began. The light blue stripes flashed, as the live source filled the con in stasis.

KO, after making sure everything goes as planned, went out of med bay, only to return with the piece of metal to repair his comrade.

"Oh, you dummy. We'll have so much buffing to do." Knock Out said sweetly to Breakdown. After measuring scar, doctor turned his hand into rotating saw and cut to the size. Then he started soldering and murmuring some compliments and loving words, completely forgetting about Dreadwing's existance. The latter was a little bit uncomfortable. On the Nemesis these kind of close relationships were very rare and weren't usually put on display, so witnessing this was awkward. Yet Seeker had no where to go until all energon was in Breakdown.

"Is my presence still necessary?" Winged decepticon asked, when the cube was empty.

"Oh, not really, commander. Just may I ask how did Breakdown manage to get himself scratched like that?"

"I would also want to know that." The door suddenly opened as the rough voice filled the room. The grand Lord of Decepticons entered the room, his red eyes shining.

"Lord Megatron." Dreadwing said. "Arachnid escaped."

"I am utterly amazed by your unability to kill Arachnid and by getting your subordinate nearly lose his spark." Megatron raised his voice. "How is it, that the con who's near becoming my second in command can't get rid of the target?"

Winged Cybertronian bowed his head in shame, not uttering a word in his own defence. Silver Decepticon wasn't waiting an answer, and was preparing a punishment, when suddenly unexpected happened. Soundwave send a message to Megatron, which made him walk away, not saying anything more. Dreadwing followed him.

Knock Out's confusion didn't disappear, and only more questions sprang up in his head. What happened to Breakdown, and what's Arachnid's role in all of that? The only way to get answers was to wake up the patient from stasis, yet doctor decided to give blue bot some time to heal. Red finished con started cleaning up the room, removing tube and block and washing the energon from the floor and his hands. After, he took his beloved buffer and began to polishing his partner's chest, gently waking him up from stasis.

"Who's that pretty bot?" These were the first words that left Breakdown's mouth, once he opened his eye.

"Not just pretty, but handsome, don't you think?" KO responded cheeky.

"I would say you're the best looking con I've ever met."

Doctor chuckled, patting his partner's chestplate. It already looked decent, giving the small amount of time. Blue bot took his red finished comrade hand in his own, lovingly stroking other's servo with his finger.

"Dear, will you consider me worthy enough of knowing about your accident?" Knock Out pointed with his buffer at the still pretty visible scar.

"Well, Commander Dreadwing and I were assigned to get rid of Arachnid for her traitorous behavior. I might have been too aggressive, so she caught me in a trap. Commander saved me, before she could tear me apart."

KO's face froze for a moment. He quickly came back to the his usual charming self, yet damaged bot could see his partner's fleeting fear. Fear of punishment, death, or maybe a torture. Blue bot understood the reason, since his doctor used to scheme with now missing Starscream, who was known for his traitorous behavior. However some unexpected thought appeared in Breakdown's head, that felt terribly shameful, yet very enlightening. His mind went back to the most strange day, when his nemisis, Bulkhead, saved his spark. That time Autobots were somewhat successful, but a lot of time they weren't. Do they get punished with beatings? Well, at least Bulkhead didn't seem like it. Were they mocked for their failures by comrades? No, their team didn't belittle each other, did it? The shame rose in blue bot as he started to see the flaws in a fraction he belonged to.

"Hey, sweet rims, may I ask you something personal?" Orange faced con looked his friend right in the optics, preparing to bring the topic that was bothering him.

"Of course."

"Do you think we're on the right side?"

"What?"

"On the right side of war." Yellow eyed bot clarified. "I mean, is there anything left from a cause we started with? Do we still fight for freedom?"

Knock Out's optics widened, quite dumbfounded by the question.

"Breakdown, I... What makes you question Lord Megatron?"

"Do you remember when I was kidnapped by the MECH? Starscream had to disobey Megatron's orders to come for me. Then all those vehicons we sent only for them to die. And.."

"Darling, shush!" Doctor interrupted. His posture change to more stiff one, as he took his hand out of his patient's. "We shouldn't discuss it where Soundwave can hear us."

"And freedom of speech we fought for.." Breakdown frowned, finishing his sentence despite his friend's warnings.

"I don't know. I didn't join because of Lord's ideas."

"Then why?"

"I wanted to survive." The simplicity of the answer spoke volumes. "There was no escape from deceptions' power; they were everywhere. If I wanted to keep my finish this great, I needed to join."

Red finished bot took away his servo, putting the buffer to work again. One eyed bot was saddened. The cons continued to chat about everything and anything, but Breakdown's thoughts refused to depart from the initial subject. Now more than ever he started to question his master's intentions, and part of him began to realize how corrupted their cause became. But this part was still rather small, and after a few hours spent with Knock Out, Breakdown heard some strange unrest behind the door of med bay.

The Lost Queen - IV

— summary: You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn’t understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren’t safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won’t let you go so easily.

— genre: yandere, dark!au.

— warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, possibly smut.

— pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader

— word count: +1,870.

— tag list: @devils-blackrose, @faerykingdom, @hadesnewpersephone, @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 , @kadu-5607, @zoleea-exultant

— prologue; chapter 1; chapter 2; chapter 3;

Chapter 4

Perdiccas didn't know what to do with himself.

The macedonian general felt confused and troubled by the thoughts that were running through his head. He didn't understand why he was feeling this way about someone he had just met but couldn't help it.

There was something about this strange woman that appealed to him profusely.

He watched her like an eagle but kept silent as Alexander questioned her. She seemed quite calm, or so he thought, as she had answered all of Alexander's questions with unwavering grace and confidence. He respected that, respected that she hadn't shown fear even though she was clearly in a vulnerable position.

And when he learned her name it was like a weight had been lifted from his chest. (Y/N). A name he had never heard before but it suited her, suited her beauty. The way she spoke with so much softness and confidence, as a Queen would speak was one of the things that attracted the general's curiosity.

''(Y/N)…'' Perdiccas whispered and was satisfied when the beautiful woman's name fell from his lips.

''What did you say?'' Ptolemy asked and leaned towards Perdiccas, who shook his head quickly.

''Nothing.'' He lied quickly and Ptolemy glared at him for a bit but turned his attention back to the King and (Y/N).

Perdiccas didn't need anyone to find out the thoughts that were in his head, not even his closest friends. There were things that were better left unsaid and he knew within himself that he should never speak what was on his mind about (Y/N). He was sure no one would understand, in fact, not even he understood his thoughts and feelings.

He turned his eyes to (Y/N) again who was escorted to the tent that would be assigned to her. Perdiccas watched her whimpering, wanting desperately to keep up but it wasn't smart to do so.

He clenched his fists as his fellow generals filed out of the King's tent and he promised himself that he would visit her later. Perdiccas needed to make sure she was okay, something inside him screamed that this was what he should do and, for some reason, the general didn't question it.

He closed his eyes and counted to twenty. This habit of counting to calm down has always worked since he was a small child. If he concentrated more, he could hear the sweet sound of his mother's voice telling him epic stories.

And how much he missed his mother. Perhaps she knew what he was supposed to do in this situation.

Perdiccas sighed heavily and left the tent and started walking aimlessly. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew he needed to distract his mind a little and he could choose between walking a little or a sword practice with Cleitus.

He chose the first option.

Not that he didn't like the older general, he did but he preferred to be alone. Cleitus would probably tell him not to stress, get a drink and a woman. The order didn't really matter.

Perdiccas had nothing against getting drunk and sleeping with a woman, but he wasn't in the mood for something like that today. At least not for now, there was the feast and he needed to talk to (Y/N) about something.

He just needed to find out what he needed to talk to her about. And most important of all, he needed to get her out of his head.

Visiting her tent hadn't been the smartest decision he'd made in his life.

Perdiccas was a general, a proud and skilled macedonian warrior. He knew how to wield a sword as well as he knew about diplomacy, maybe he wasn't as good a diplomat as Hephaestion, but he had his talents. And, modesty aside, he was an attractive man. And he knew it.

He knew all this but even so he felt cornered like a wounded animal when addressing the beautiful and strange (Y/N).

His heart broke when he saw her crying and he wanted to hug her and try to calm her down. He didn't understand why he felt that way about her, although he was considerate of others, Perdiccas never acted like that with anyone, not even with his friends from Mieza.

He felt a little better when she smiled at him. It was a forced and sad smile, but it was still an attempt at a smile and he promised himself that he would do everything to make the feast pleasant for her.

And for that to happen he would need to talk to his friends, to make sure they didn't do anything or say anything that made her more uncomfortable than she already was.

Which was why he was sitting on the couch in his tent, with his friends gathered, except for Alexander and Hephaestion who were talking about something he didn't know. He looked at them all and smiled faintly, Ptolemy, Cleitus, Philotas, Nearchus and Cassander.

He took a deep breath and started talking, ''I called you here because I have something important to talk about.''

Ptolemy looked into his friend's face and pursed his lips, ''And what is it about? I imagine it is not about any attempted conspiracy against our King and friend.'' This was Ptolemy's way attempt to lighten the mood and it paid off when everyone laughed.

''No, but it's always an idea!'' Perdiccas chuckled, ''But I want to talk about our guest. (Y/N).'' At the mention of her name, a suffocating silence fell and he swallowed hard.

''What about her?'' Cassander's dry, cold voice broke the silence.

Perdiccas frowned at Cassander's sly tone, ''Are you aware that she will be at the feast tonight?''

Everyone nodded hesitantly.

''We must be sure to make her as comfortable as possible.'' Perdiccas took a deep breath and continued, ''It is our duty.''

Philotas blinked in surprise and said in a voice full of disgust, ''Why?''

Perdiccas glared at him, ''Because we are not wild and uncivilized. She is our guest.''

''I wouldn't say guest, Perdiccas.'' Ptolemy's calm voice interrupted the argument about to form. ''We don't know her and she doesn't know us. We don't know anything about her, only that she is a stranger who appeared out of nowhere in our camp. ''

''Precisely and that's why we should be kind and also why Alexander is treating her like a guest. Our King knows how to be kind, but has he ever bestowed a tent, food and clothing on just anyone?'' No one replied and, satisfied with that, Perdiccas continued, ''We don't need to be cruel or act savage, she is not a threat and we should be courteous.''

''I agree with our friend.'' Cleitus replied and smirked as attention shifted to him, ''She appears to be harmless and, moreover, she is very pretty and appears to be polite. Even if she is a foreigner, we don't need to act so badly unless she poses a threat. ''

''I think the same, Cleitus.'' Nearchus replied with a laugh. ''She may be a stranger to us, but we can try to be kind and tolerant. There is nothing wrong with that.''

''So are we in agreement? Shall we do our best to make this feast something pleasant for her?'' Perdiccas finally asked and everyone thought for a moment.

''We are.'' Ptolemy replied and soon Cleitus and Nearchus did the same. Cassander and Philotas frowned a little but nodded in agreement with their friends.

Satisfied with the arrangement, Perdiccas finally felt lighter that day.

He had decided that he would try to be as gentle and calm as possible with her.

Perdiccas wanted to do a favor, a kindness, and sent two servants with some clothes and jewelry for (Y/N) to use at the feast.

Although she looked very pretty in what she was wearing, because she was, but it wasn't the appropriate type of outfit to wear to a banquet. Whatever that was, it definitely wouldn't be of good use for the occasion.

Perdiccas finally finished getting dressed and hoped he looked presentable. His hair was braided and one part loose and he wore a white chiton with some gold bands, along with some bracelets and wore his traditional sandal. He hadn't dressed up as much because he didn't think it was necessary, but he wanted to make a good impression on (Y/N).

The general got out of his tent and started walking towards (Y/N)'s tent. As he walked, he surveyed his surroundings and smiled when he saw that the soldiers were busy with bonfires, lots of wine, and small talk. Sometimes he and his comrades are like that.

Once he arrived in front of (Y/N)'s tent, he waited a few minutes to make sure she was dressed. Seeing her naked wasn't in his plans, but it wouldn't bother him. Shaking his head to rid himself of such thoughts, he entered when he had permission from (Y/N)

And he almost fell to his knees right there.

She just looked... Divine. Her face was clean and natural, with just a little bit of kohl applied to her eyes, bringing out the beautiful color in them. Her hair was done in a rather ordinary but very attractive hairstyle, showing off her neck which was adorned with a necklace that he had chosen himself. A beautiful gold necklace. And her clothing, oh, the chiton fit her perfectly and although it was long and covered her legs, Perdiccas could still catch a glimpse of her thighs when she turned around and the cleavage was subdued but pretty. He was sure if he got close to her he could catch a glimpse of her breasts, but he didn't.

Instead, he blushed a little without knowing why and smiled at her, which she returned with a shy smile that made Perdiccas' heart skip a beat.

He moved a little closer to her and offered his strong arm, which (Y/N) accepted, hooking hers in his.

''Are you ready?'' His voice was as low as a whisper and she nodded. Perdiccas began to guide her to Alexander's tent, the place where the feast would be held.

As they approached, Perdiccas could hear the noise of his friends' voices and he felt (Y/N)'s body tense. He stopped walking and forced her to look at him.

''You have nothing to worry about. You are under Alexander's protection and, dare I say, mine,'' he murmured, looking into her eyes tenderly, ''no one will dare to hurt you and I promise they will all be kind.''

''Thank you.'' She whispered, closing her eyes. ''For everything.''

Perdiccas smiles widely and in an act of weakness, he leans his forehead against hers.

''Whenever you need something, come to me or call me and I'll come to you.'' His voice was so low that it could barely be heard over the loud noises echoing from the King's tent. But they didn't care.

Perdiccas and (Y/N) didn't care because the only importance was themselves at that moment.

— lady l: and that ending there, huh?? I know it wasn't the feast, but I wanted to show Perdiccas pov, but don't worry, because the next chapter will be the feast and I promise A LOT of drama!! What did you think? I hope you enjoyed it and forgive me for any mistakes that went unnoticed. I love you all!! ❤️

core memory: part 2

part 1 | fluff, crack | plant trio

cw: a bit of reckless driving, also not proofread lol sorry about that

“…but then she actually enters the garage! was the entire sentient house not enough?!”

nobara rants in exasperation, regarding a horror movie that she’d recently seen with maki as yuuji pulls the car into a parking spot. megumi adds a comment about the movie differing from the novel.

they had just spent a good couple hours at an arcade, playing games, eating at the arcade’s food court, and complaining about the rigged claw machines. this calls for a snack break, yuuji claimed.

“she manages to escape outside, just to go back inside, on the same haunted property.” she scoffs, as the three exit the car and shut the doors.

they make their way through the empty parking lot and enter through the glass doors of a small convenience store, the sound of a bell jingling against the frame. the cashier looks up from his newspaper momentarily to acknowledge them, and returns to reading as they traverse the aisles.

yuuji cheerily waltzes down to the refrigerated area for drinks while nobara disappears down a row of shelves for snacks.

this left megumi, who wasn’t necessarily looking for any specific snacks, to wander down a few randomly categorized shelves near the front of the store, waiting for the other two to finish.

he briefly glances out the window, the sun already setting and painting the rim of the sky with a vibrant mix of orange and purple. building silhouettes were already blanketed by the dark. megumi returns his attention to the colorful selection of sweets and goods before him.

megumi stood examining a brightly packaged bag of chips in one hand and a small box of gummies in the other when he heard,

“get the chips. i’ve tried those gummies before, they’re basically rubber.” nobara peers over megumi’s shoulder.

he almost drops the box in surprise when he spins around to face nobara, who’s arms are currently filled with a variety of chips, baked goods, and all the like.

“are we going to eat all of that?” megumi raises his brow.

nobara shrugs. “well if we don’t, then the rest of it we can save for the dorms.”

megumi puts the box back on the shelf and the two wander to the corner of the store where yuuji was still deciding which drink he wanted.

he handed two drinks to megumi, who actually had free hands, and then took one more bottle out of the fridge. he glances up to the corner of the store and noticed a round mirror displaying their reflections.

yuuji reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. nobara is quick to follow his gaze up to the mirror, and elbows megumi to move in closer to fit in the reflection.

yuuji’s phone flashes as he grins, nobara poorly attempts a peace sign despite her snack-loaded arms, and megumi holds up the drinks, slightly confused.

“did you lose the aux cord?” yuuji quickly glances over at nobara who was shuffling and adjusting herself to check for where the wire disappeared to. his eyes return to the dark road ahead of them.

“i’m pretty sure it was still connected before we- oh wait! found it.” she says as she pulls it from under her shoe and plugs it back into the port.

“y’know, this place is almost a little unsettling when it’s super dark like this.” nobara looks up from her phone in the middle of selecting a song. they were driving through a heavily forested road, the car headlights tearing through the dark.

“we fight curses for a living, kugisaki.” megumi states blatantly from his spot in the back seat.

nobara glares at him in the rearview mirror. “i just said it was unsettling! and i still haven’t stopped thinking about that horror movie from earlier. it’s giving me the same energy.”

“that was a movie.” megumi rolls his eyes. “not like there’s much to jump at us out here.”

“i don’t know,” yuuji chimes in, “it happened to gojo once with that cursed-oh shit!”

almost on cue, a figure speeds in front of their car, and yuuji’s foot slams the breaks.

muffled, unified screaming can be heard from inside the vehicle as the deer in front of them freezes. its glassy eyes make contact with their terrified expressions before it quickly prances off the road and back into the forest.

yuuji’s tight grip on the wheel relaxes as he exhales, and he turns to his friends to make sure they’re okay. nobara has a hand pressed against the window and a hand digging into the seat. megumi’s seatbelt had barely kept him from flying forward, he was clutching the belt and a spilling bag of chips he had accidentally popped when he attempted to reach for anything to hold on to.

with adrenaline still rushing through his veins, yuuji can’t help but laugh at their shocked reactions, despite having reacted the same way.

seated outside on the wooden porch that outlined the dorm buildings, the three pop open their drinks and munch on a select few snacks from their chunky grocery bag that rested beside them. a grassy field stretched out before them, flickering with fireflies.

nobara took a sip from her strawberry flavored ramune while she listened to megumi explain the plot of the novel version of the earlier horror film.

yuuji laid beside them, arms and legs outstretched as he absorbed their conversation. he places his hands back on his stomach as he reflected on their eventful day off. the fuzzy light from the fireflies kept fading in and out of his peripheral vision, and the sound of his friends’ chatter started becoming faint. yuuji closes his eyes.

for the first time in a while, he’s never felt more at peace.

bonus:

“do we wake him up? do we carry him?” nobara looms over yuuji, who’s soundly asleep without having finished his drink.

“i don’t think either of us are strong enough to carry him while he’s out cold.” megumi is also hovering over yuuji now, scrunching up his finished bag of chips.

“you think your demon dog can carry him?” nobara smirks at megumi.

“i’m not summoning Totality.”

What Would Karma Do... when a cruel teacher attacks your class?

navi - masterlist

Karma Akabane x Reader

Mood Song: judas

Summary: Remember the beloved Assassination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.

Warnings: depictions of violence, cursing, karma being a psycho (when is he not tho), angst with a tooth rotting sweet ending :3

"Woah! Is that..."

"I..It's cake!"

"Hand made eclairs too!

That was just a few of the many comments from your classmates as you all ogled over the picnic blanket full of sweet treats from all around the world. 

Most of the time your P.E. classes consisted of intense training regimens or one-on-one combat lessons with Karasuma, but today played out so much differently than any class before.

Though even with this bizarre change, you couldn't say you were upset. Today had already started rough when you learned Karma was skipping class all day, even though you begged him not to...

"Karma.. staying up late.. isn't an.. excuse for you to.. ditch.. classes!" You whined in between kisses that were surely meant to shut you up.

Karma simply rolled his eyes before pinching your nose and smirking lazily.

"You're the one keeping me up so late angel~"

Pinching your lips together into that adorable pout he loved, you smacked his hand away and narrowed your eyes down at him, "Yeah but I'm still going to class tomorrow."

Karma let out a low growl at this, flipping you over so that he was on top of you now. He tried nearly every tactic he could to convince you to ditch school with him, but even he should’ve known nothing could stand between your academic resolve.

So since your little rascal decided to truly ditch as he promised, you couldn't help but smile for the first time all day upon seeing the lovely treats before you. There were even a few custom treats from back home that you recognized.

"T..These look sorta pricey sir, are you sure?" Isogai questioned nervously, seeming to be the only student that hadn't fallen under the trance of the sweet assortments.

The new P.E. teacher simply boomed with laughter, offering a warm smile to the class.

"Yeah! Chow down kiddos!" The teacher spoke with a large grin, "I didn't break the bank so we could stare at these babies all day!"

"You really know your way around branded sweets dontcha?" Yada spoke with a grin.

Your new teacher simply smiled before closing his eyes,

"Trust me when it comes to the good stuff.. it's love~"

All of the students were in awe at such a generous and kind teacher, not that Karasuma was mean or anything, but this was not your typical day in the Assassination Classroom.

"So you're gonna take over P.E. to help Mr. Karasuma get caught up?" Nagisa questioned, though his eyes were still glued to the chocolate eclair in his hands.

"Yup! Those are my marching orders!" The teacher declared as he looked back at the blue haired boy, "Poor guy needs some time to himself."

The students all seemed to smile at that. Admittedly it felt like Karasuma was running a one man show over here. Sure Korosensei and Professor Jelavic were around, but most of the time it felt like Karasuma was even babysitting them too.

"Wow these treats are truly amazing, thank you so much-" You began, only to be interrupted by a pink blob quite literally drooling over your new P.E teacher's shoulder.

"Ah! This fellow must be Korosensei!" Your teacher exclaimed excitedly, not even minding the literal drool dripping down his shoulder, "Please help yourself!"

Those words seemed to be the final string holding your teacher back as he wildly dug into the treats on the blanket.

"You know sir, being colleagues, you and Mr. Karasuma are night and day." Kimura spoke with a tilted head, Hara joining in with a smile,

"He's nice to us and all but you're like the neighborhood dad!"

The teacher's eyes seemed to light up at that as he let out another booming laugh before dragging you all into his arms with a tight hug.

"Dad.. I like the sound of that!"

All of your classmates seemed to laugh in unison, everyone enjoying the warm embrace and not seeming to worry about the strangely kind personality the teacher had.

-

"Alright everybody here?" Your teacher spoke with a smile, standing before your classmates ready for class.

"Now things are going to be tougher than usual but stick it out like the champs I know you are and we're talking more sweets!" Mr. Takaoka spoke with a grin.

"For us? Or are you really just saving them for yourself?" Nakamura sneered.

"Nope nope..." Mr. Takaoka said with a sheepish smile as he stuck his tongue out and patted his large tummy, "Don't wanna ruin this girlish figure!"

With that the class howled into laughter. This guy was almost too good to be true. Plenty generous, good sense of humor, a true care for the craft he's teaching. He really was like a big old papa bear.

Looking around you noticed your classmates seemed happy enough, nobody was ever really smiling during P.E. class, rather panting and trying to catch their breath. Maybe this would be a good change for you guys?

"Okay then, along with your new training regimen comes a new schedule!"

You along with the rest of your students looked up to the colorful paper your teacher was holding up before raising a brow as he began to hand them out.

The schedule before you was.. chaotic to say the least. 

Almost every period was P.E. class, many of your academic electives now switched to training. Along with that instead of your normal school day length, the training went on until nine o'clock at night!

Looking up with wide eyes you noticed your classmates all looking around with the same bewildered faces. Maybe he was just joking around with you again?

"We have ten periods now?!"

"We train till nine pm?"

Your classmates all threw thirty different questions at the man who stood before you, his smile never faltering as everyone expressed their concerns about the new schedule.

"That's the idea, little grasshoppers!" Your teacher exclaimed with a smile, his joyful personality contrasting with the reality of the situation, "Don't be glum, think of the payoff! This curriculum will turn you into lean, mean, killing machines-"

"Wait hold up hold up, this is ridiculous!" Maehara interrupted, Mr. Takaoka's smile faltering, "First off this is school, we gotta think about grades too."

Mr. Takaoka simply smiled sheepishly while scratching the back of his head. Maybe this guy was just so hardcore he forgot you guys actually had to take academic classes.

"I mean come on we can't go by this! We're supposed to stu-"

The boy's words were cut off when the teacher placed a gentle palm on the top of his head. Everyone seemed to raise a brow until he lifted his knee up and slammed Maehara's chin down onto his knee with a painful crack.

The entire class gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as you backed up on your knees. Was this some sort of sick joke? Did he and Maehara practice this skit? The way his practically lifeless form dropped to the ground really didn't make it seem that way.

"Rule number one, we don't do can't." Mr. Takaoka spoke in a dark voice, his smile still spread across his lips proudly as he watched the boy twitch on the ground in pain.

"Rule number two, we are a family and I'm the dad," He continued to speak, his continuous use of the word "dad" suddenly backfiring on all of you, "Show me a family where dad ain't in charge and I'll show you a family in crisis."

The man began to lecture you all, ominous smile still spread across his face as he walked around your group with his hands expectantly behind his back.

"A father loves each of his children unconditionally, the thought of even losing one of ‘em breaks his heart. We're gonna save the world kids, and we're gonna do it as a family." Mr. Takaoka finished, gathering Mimura and Kanzaki in his arms.

All of you seemed to flinch when he did this, especially your two classmates in his embrace. The sight of both of their cringing faces made you feel hot inside, not in the good way.

"I.. Actually sir, to tell you the truth.." Kanzaki spoke nervously, tugging herself out of his embrace and standing up with her arms nervously clamped together, "I'm not much for P.E. If I have to do it, I much prefer Mr. Karasuma's class!"

You couldn't help but smile at Kanzaki. Even in such a tense situation she always made sure to remain polite and cheerful as she smiled up to the aggressive teacher.

But as soon as you saw Mr. Takaoka lick his lip you knew this wouldn't end well.

Without hesitation he smacked his hand across her face so hard she flew backwards and rolled against the dirt with a cry.

"Kanzaki!" Your classmates cried as a few rushed over to her trembling figure.

"Looks like we're having a bit of a communication gap!" Mr. Takaoka said with that same dreadfully cheerful smile. The sight made your fists clench, Nagisa already seeming to notice the gears in your head turning as he placed a gentle palm on your wrist.

"The only answer here is yes-"

"NO!"

Your sudden shout caused the teacher to pause, his head tilting as a sadistic smile formed on his lips.

"Oh?"

"You can't keep hurting our classmates just because we don't do what you say. You aren't our real teacher and your training regimen is borderline insane! How are we supposed to pass our exams with your foot up our ass till the late night hours?"

Your teacher simply chuckled as he looked at you with wide crazed eyes through his hooded expression.

"Bothers you that much little grasshopper? Come show me what you're gonna do about it then!"

Letting out an annoyed growl you got low, ready to pounce until Nagisa grabbed your wrist more firmly this time.

"Y/n don't bother, he's going to seriously hurt you! This guy clearly isn't a regular gym coach."

Ignoring what he said, all you could do was glare into this man's beady little eyes that only fueled your fire.

"Let go, Nagisa." You hissed before snatching your wrist out of his grasp and darting forward.

Nagisa along with the rest of your classmates watched nervously. As sweet as you were, some of Karma's reckless traits were really starting to rub off on you. Ever since you all had gotten kidnapped, you swore you would get stronger so you could protect everyone, but of course that didn't stop the class from worrying.

Darting forward you blocked his first swing, quickly maneuvering your footing so that you spun behind him, forming your palm to be firm and flat before chopping your hand on the back of his neck right where the pressure point is.

After watching Nagisa and Karma train together, and even getting to train a little bit with them whenever Karma would finally give in to your whining, you learned a few tricks from both of them.

Nagisa was definitely a defensive fighter, more so focused on strategic attacks and blocking. Karma was a hands on offensive attacker, he wasted no time to give the opponent a moment to think.

Finally it seemed like your training had paid off as Mr. Takaoka let out a shout of pain as he stumbled forward onto his hands and knees, your strike seeming to make his vision blur.

"Nice hit Y/n!" Nakumura shouted, your classmates all cheering for you as you wiped a blade of sweat from your forehead.

"It's just like Karma taught me, it's not about the power of your strike but the precision!" You said with a smile, giving the gym teacher one last glance.

A small part of you felt giddy about the experience as you began to rehearse in your head how you would brag to Karma about taking down a grown man. Finally your training was beginning to pay off.

As you began to walk back to your cheerful classmates you felt life almost go into slow motion when you saw Nagisa's smile begin to drop, his eyes widened as he screamed your name and pointed behind you.

Before you could even turn your head back a quarter of the way you felt a strong grip on the back of your ponytail causing you to yell out in pain when the hand tugged you backwards.

"Not so fast you smug bitch." Mr. Takaoka growled with a psychotic smile as he swung his leg up and over your body before cracking it down on your abdomen hard.

The feeling alone had the breath knocked out of you before you could even hit the ground. You let out a sharp scream until your back hit the ground so hard you bounced up from the sheer force, a garbled choke escaping your lips before you officially fell to the ground.

"Y/n!" Your class shouted, Nagisa already sliding on his knees towards you as you struggled for air, loud chokes and gasps filling the air while you shriveled up holding your abdomen in pain. The lack of air wouldn't even allow you to cry as you felt your vision grow blurry.

Nagisa quickly lifted your shirt just enough to see a dark purple bruise forming across your skin, the feeling of something warm and wet being coughed up onto his hand that was keeping you upright.

His eyes widened at the sight of blood, his eyes frantically looking down at you as more of your classmates began to try and help you up.

How had your cheerful P.E. class turned into a bloodbath?

-

Karma continued to huff out profanities as he shuffled up the dirt hill, hands shoved deep in his pockets as a scowl formed on his lips.

"Dumb angel, always making me feel so damn guilty..." Karma mumbled as he kicked a few stones on the way.

It was weird, before he met you he never really cared about anything when it came to academics. He wasn't even depressed or stupid or even lazy, he just didn't quite care.

Where was school going to get him anyway? Graduate next year and go to college to take the same brainwashing classes he's taken since he learned to walk? To get a piece of paper that says congrats, now you can make money!

It was all ridiculous to him.

But ever since your stupid adorable ass showed up into his life, he saw things differently. 

He wanted to have goals in life just to impress you, he wanted to go to college wherever you were going so you could grow together. He wanted to see the world with you, always be at your side so he would never lose you.

He could see it now, both of you finally done with all this school bullshit and sitting along the edge of a cliff that overlooked a vast blue sea as the sun would set along the dazzling colorful sky.

You would be sitting in between his crossed legs as he held you in a tight warm embrace.

"I love you Karma." You would whisper ever so gently from those sweet lips of yours as you tilted your head back so your sparkling hues could stare into his own.

Karma would smile down to you, watching as the ocean breeze danced through both of your locks as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too Y/n." Karma whispered aloud, the sound of his own voice snapping him back to reality as he let out a growl and shook his head.

You were like a demon haunting his mind except quite the opposite, more like an angel from heaven always clouding his mind in the best way possible. You truly were going to be the death of him.

Once finally making it up the hill, Karma came up with the excuse that he forgot his textbook for when his classmates would surely ask why he decided to show up halfway through the day. He would never admit it was just so he could see your pretty face before the day's end.

As he shuffled up the steps lazily he raised a brow when he saw a few students outside, crowded around Mr. Karasuma and some other large man that seemed to be smiling a bit crazy.

Raising a brow he shrugged with a smirk, assuming they were doing some strange training routine.

Sliding the wood door open he walked down the hallway until he saw class 3-E and slid the door open, awaiting to see the rest of his classmates studying silently, only to find the room completely empty.

Freezing he narrowed his eyes around the room, something wasn't right.

There were only about half of his classmates outside training, you not being one of them, where could the rest of you have been? It's not like they split the boys and girls up, he saw a mix of them all outside.

Shutting the classroom door, he decided to make his way back outside until he heard a voice come from down the hall.

"Y/n you have got to stop being so reckless, it's going to get you killed one day!"

The very sentence froze Karma in his tracks, his ears perking up at the sound of your name.

Your weak cough filled the air sending chills down his spine as you spoke up.

"But I..I didn’t die, did I? I had to do something, he was going to hurt all of our classmates!"

The redhead slowly turned his head around with grit teeth, his eyes falling on the door where all the sound was coming from, only to see it was the nurses office.

Karma was praying for his sake and your sake that you just played some crazy prank on someone and that you didn't actually do something reckless. But knowing you, he was sure that wasn't the case.

"So you thought it would be better if he hurt you?" A voice spoke up, "You know Karma's going to kill you for this."

Crescent shaped moons began to form into the redhead’s palms as the very thing he worried about had been confirmed, someone hurt you. Quickly he began to storm down the hallway, ready to slide the door open before he heard your pathetic voice.

"Well I didn't plan on him crushing my spleen," You spoke out stubbornly with another cough, Karma's vision slowly starting to turn red with anger, "Besides, Karma skipped today so Karma will never find out about this. Got it?"

At this Karma froze as a sadistic smile quirked upon his lips, you sneaky little fox.

Putting on the most neutral face he could even amongst his slow boiling anger, he slid the door open causing everyone in the room to jump. His first sight was you, Maehara, and Kanzaki all laying down on the nurse tables. Sugino, Okuda, and Yada were also in the room which must have been the people talking.

"Oh Y/n dearest, am I interrupting something? Sorry I was late for class, just slept through my alarm!" Karma said in a gentle tone, sticking his tongue out to appear innocent.

The sight of your red headed boyfriend caused you to shriek as you forced yourself off of the bed with a grunt. Once you realized standing wasn't quite an option, you leaned on the side of the table, trying to appear as casual as possible. All that silenced your pained whimper was the harsh bite you held on your tongue while you forced a smile.

"K..Karma! I thought uh.. I thought you were skipping today!" You spoke cheekily, though it was clear to everyone how heavy you were breathing. Sugino looked at you nervously to make sure you didn't collapse on the floor as everyone else in the room felt the awkward tension.

Karma smirked down to you, though it wasn’t his signature cocky one, but rather a menacing one as he sauntered over to you.

"Oh you know, I wouldn't want to miss any lessons would I?" Karma spoke darkly, though he kept that same cheerful smile on his face, "Besides I couldn’t possibly make it through the day without a hug from my sweet angel.”

The sound of that caused your eyes to widen, quickly backing up the best you could as he neared you.

"Oh really? I don't know uh.. I'm not quite feeling a hug right now… I'm actually kind of hot!" You exclaimed, your classmates nervously watching as Karma neared you while you ran out of space to back into, "You don't wanna hug all my icky sweat d..do you?"

"Oh, I think I do." Karma growled, forcing his arms around you gently.

Sure enough as soon as he made even the gentlest of contact, you let out a cry as your knees buckled beneath you, Karma quickly caught you before lifting you up on the bed once more.

"Fuck Y/n, do you think I’m an idiot?” Karma growled, grabbing both of your fighting wrists that were trying to push his hands away with one hand, while lifting your shirt up with the other.

Though Karma knew you were injured, he never in a million years expected to see the wound that was displayed across your abdomen. A large maroon bruise stretched from either side of your stomach, the color getting darker at the center.

The redhead let go of your wrists so as not to hurt you any further, deciding to instead grip the edge of the metal bed, the sound of the cool material bending sending chills through your body.

"Who did this?" Karma growled, looking up at you through rageful hooded eyes.

Swallowing nervously you quickly placed both of your hands on either side of his shoulders, remembering how violent he got last time you got kidnapped, he couldn't have you killing your actual teacher, he would surely get expelled.

"Karma calm down, it's seriously not as bad as it looks I promise-"

The sound of his fist slamming down on the table beside you caused you to jump with a small yelp, his pupils narrowed to slits as he angrily glared at you.

"Damnit Y/n, stop trying to be the hero and tell me who did this! It looks like they crushed one of your fucking organs!"

"They made her cough up blood too." Yada spoke from over your shoulder, your head quickly whipping back to glare at her as her comment only fueled your boyfriend's raging mood.

Inhaling sharply, Karma tried to calm himself down so as not to yell at you before looking at you once more.

"Y/n, tell me who did this to you."

Biting at the corner of your lip you let out a defeated sigh and looked away sheepishly.

"We got a new P.E. teacher today, Mr. Takaoka, and he seemed really nice and cheerful... he even brought us treats!" You exclaimed trying to defend your reasoning, "B..But then when he showed us our new training schedules he took out all of our academic classes and was going to make us stay till nine pm everyday."

The sound of that made Karma raise his brow briefly, even to him that made no sense.

"So a few classmates expressed that to him, Maehara and Kanzaki..." You said softly, Karma just now noticing his two other injured classmates that only made him angrier, "But he lashed out and attacked them brutally… He was going to hurt every last one of them if I didn't step in, I swear I wasn't being reckless Karma I just…"

Karma's stern expression broke for a second when he heard you choke over words, you looked down before looking back up with glossy eyes once more.

"I couldn't just stand by again!"

The redhead flinched slightly at this, flashbacks to your conversation after you had gotten kidnapped flooding back to him. Of course you weren't being an idiot like him, you just wanted to protect your friends.

The redhead looked up to the ceiling in a poor attempt to hide the insane rage in his eyes, a ragged sigh escaping his lips before he looked down at you softly, his thumb gently rubbing against your thigh.

"So what you're saying is I need to put an old fuck in his place then, yeah?"

Your eyes widened at this as you watched him stroll out of the nurse's office, you quickly tried to follow after him but not before falling into Okuda's arms.

"Y/n you really shouldn't move..." Okuda said softly as you wrapped your arm around her shoulder.

Looking down at the gentle girl pleadingly, you glanced back at the door, "Okuda please, Karma can't fight that guy, he's going to get hurt!"

Okuda bit her lip before looking at her other classmates that shared worried looks.

"Let's all go out together so we can at least warn Mr. Karasuma and Korosensei."

-

Karma being "mad" was an understatement.

Admittedly he did snap at you which he certainly didn't mean to, but now he was angry for a different reason.

Like hell was some old fashioned pig of a man going to throw his classmates around. Especially after you still were recovering from the kidnapping scenario. He was getting so excited to see your combat skills were vastly improving, so to see you torn back down to square one royally pissed him off.

Slamming the door open he noticed a few eyes on him, but most of them were on the large teacher that was nestled in between Nagisa's legs. Karma’s eyes widened for a moment, impressed that Nagisa was able to take down such a beast.

Clearly the blue haired boy had gotten stronger, and he was sure Nagisa felt just as much rage as him after seeing you in such a state. Still though, he noticed the large teacher get up once Nagisa let go so he knew this wasn't quite over yet.

Soon after Karma began to head to the scene you and your other injured classmates slowly made your way outside, the sight of Karma getting closer to the man causing you to freeze.

Of course Karma could take care of himself, hell you wouldn't be surprised if he could take this man out with his bare fists alone, but it was clear Mr. Takaoka wasn't a fair fighter. Karma was skilled, but he couldn't be prepared if the crazed man pulled a gun on him.

You attempted to call out Karma's name but he pretended not to hear you as he walked to the scene.

Looking around you quickly shouted Mr. Karasuma's name, his concerned eyes moved over to you before looking over to an angry Karma as you pointed to him. Mr. Karasuma gave you a curt nod in understanding.

At this point all you could do was watch the scene play out and hope nobody else got hurt.

"You ungrateful punks." Mr. Takaoka growled, his fists clenched and his body flexed like he was a giant bear, "You think it's fun shaming your father figure, huh?

A pit sat in the bottom of your stomach. Even as beat up as Mr. Takaoka looked, he was still screaming his head off. The expression of pure rage he wore while looking at Nagisa made it look like he was going to rip his head off.

"Having the time of your life pretending you won? Hope it was worth it cause daddy's about to rip you apart! Mind body and soul-"

All of the students began to yell for Nagisa to move, Mr. Karasuma ready to run and stop this crazed man's punch, but Korosensei simply placed his tentacle on Mr. Karasuma's shoulder to hold him back.

Mr. Karasuma angrily looked back at Korosensei in confusion as to why he stopped him, but when a crack filled the air all eyes worriedly looked over to Nagisa.

Once the dust cleared up from the dirt beneath him, everyone gasped in surprise when they saw an unharmed Nagisa with his arm defensively up. If he didn't get hit then what was the cracking sound?

Sure enough the class' crazy redhead stood before Mr. Takaoka, his meaty fist caught by Karma's hand.

Mr. Takaoka let out a grunt of surprise, seeing that his quivering fist stood no chance against Karma’s simple block. To make matters worse, Karma lazily smirked up to the man and let out a sneer.

"Is that all you've got, old man?"

Mr. Takaoka began to shake in fury as he ripped his hand from Karma's grasp.

"Why you little-"

The gym teacher began to throw another fist with much more force, but Karma simply caught it once again and used the force to swing his arm around and pin it against his back so that he couldn't move.

"Nobody likes a sore loser~" Karma cooed tauntingly before his foot connected with Mr. Takaoka's spine, the kick pummeling the teacher into the ground as his face dragged against the dirt.

Everyone watched with wide eyes. No matter how many times they saw Karma in action, everyone seemed to forget his own raw strength beyond his insane ability.

You finally let out a sigh of relief you didn't realize you were holding in this entire time as you watched Karma walk beside the teacher.

Mr. Takaoka attempted to lift his head weakly from the ground, still mumbling out profanities but Karma simply grabbed the base of his skull and slammed his face into the dirt before moving his face real close to the teachers.

The P.E. teacher felt fear flow over his body, the same way he did when Nagisa made his cheap move on him in their previous fight. The red haired boy practically stared into his soul with those sinister golden hues that looked almost excited to have him in such a degrading position.

"Tell me Mr. Tough Guy," Karma spoke calmly before roughly yanking Mr. Takaoka's head to face you and your injured classmates, "Were you the one that harmed my classmates over there?"

The teacher let out a grunt through his teeth, words struggling to form to his lips out of a mix of pain and anger.

Karma simply laughed, sending chills to those around him as he yanked the man's head to face Karma once again, making sure to tug harshly on his hair making Mr. Takaoka scream out in pain.

"I said.." Karma growled with narrowed eyes, "Did you lay even a single finger on my angel over there?"

Mr. Takaoka narrowed his eyes back to Karma, a slight grin coming on his face when he realized where all the anger was bubbling up from within the redhead. Making eye contact with you for a second he let out a choked out laugh before nodding.

"I sure did, and I regret noth-"

The teacher couldn't get out another word before Karma slammed his head directly into the dirt.

"Then you can stay there like the filthy mut you are, teach!" Karma exclaimed with a smile, not even caring to hear what else the man had to say as he stood up and walked back to his silent classmates.

Even after all of that the teacher tried his very best, though wasn't very successful, to get back up to which didn't go unnoticed by Karma.

"Hmmm.." Karma said as if in thought before his eyes fell on Nagisa, "Hand me the knife Nagisa."

The blue haired boy knew better than to question Karma in this state so he handed the knife over, though as Mr. Karasuma yelled for him to stop he soon regretted it.

Karma simply ignored their cries and before they could reach him he threw the knife with such precision it landed directly in the center of Mr. Takaoka's palm causing him to cry out in pain.

"Just so you don't get any ideas of getting up champ." Karma spoke as he patted the man's cheek before standing up and brushing his hands off.

Everyone seemed to let out a sigh when realizing Karma was done. Even with the damage done, his classmates were expecting a much more violent scene to play out, so this was the best outcome that could have happened.

Not even a few moments later as Mr. Karasuma dealt with Mr. Takaoka, the principal himself came down to lead the teacher off the premises. The students were surprised to see the principal take their side for once, but he did once again remind them that he cared about academics above all else.

For now, it was a win for Class 3-E, and the class treated it as such.

Of course both Korosensei and Mr. Karasuma scolded Karma for his dangerous behavior, but given the bizarre situation he got off with a warning. Both knew how possessive he got with you and Korosensei especially knew it came out of a place of concern.

As Mr. Karasuma walked off to check on the other students, Karma moved to go meet with you and Nagisa, only for a tentacle to stop him.

"Y/n truly held her ground you know." Korosensei spoke, Karma freezing as he looked up to his teacher that was already looking at you.

"She kept up with him easily for a few minutes and was able to get him down on his hands and knees, your training with her is really paying off."

Karma glanced from Korosensei back to you as a proud smile flashed across his face. Even with your grotesque injury, you were joking around with your friends, a smile on your face even with the intense day you had.

"I'm really proud of her." Karma spoke simply, those words filling Korosensei's heart up with hope.

"With that said, though she has a lot left to learn from you, don't forget to also keep learning from her."

At this Karma looked up to Korosensei with a raised brow.

"What do you mean?"

"As much as you hate to admit it, Y/n has changed you for the better Karma. You may claim she's made you weaker, but she's truly made you stronger. You aren't as reckless and careless anymore. You truly care for your classmates and want not only the best for them, but the best for yourself."

Korosensei looked down to Karma, who for once all day was speechless.

"You two are going to build each other up into the best individuals you can be, so keep learning from each other young man."

Karma looked back at you with furrowed brows. How did this damned octopus always know exactly what Karma was thinking, but was too embarrassed to say out loud? Hearing it come from Korosensei really made the redhead feel better, but of course he would never admit that.

"Alright alright you big sap, thanks for the advice but it's nothing I didn't already know," Karma spoke as he rolled his eyes, beginning to walk off, "Trust me Y/n is going to learn real well from me, she'll be my sweet little assassin by my side in no time."

Korosensei smiled at that until he noticed Karma pull out the knife from before as he flipped it around his fingers.

"And you'll be our first target teach~"

Korosensei began to go off in a frenzy, trying to grab the knife from Karma but to no avail as the boy walked off snickering.

-

For some reason unlike the first traumatic event you had with your classmates, this one didn't hit you as hard as usual. Sure you wished you didn’t have to endure that, the wound across your gut proving that point, but at the same time you felt so warm and safe being surrounded by your friends.

You've learned so much within your time here and it wasn't even the end of the first semester.

"Uh oh, red devil alert." Nagisa spoke nervously, your eyes falling on Karma as he sauntered over to you with an emotionless expression.

Sheepishly looking away you played with your fingers, refusing to look into those disapproving eyes as you awaited the sure lecture he would give you.

Once you heard him sit beside you, you raised a brow when no words came out of his mouth. Just before you could lift your head up, you felt gentle fingers grab your chin and tug your lips towards his own.

The kiss was unlike his usual ones, but not foreign to you. It wasn’t rough or rushed, but rather sweet and coordinated. The redhead kept your chin in his hold even after pulling away, his eyes glancing down to meet your nervous gaze.

"What you did today was crazy and not well thought out," Karma started, his brows furrowing together as he looked at you intensely before a small smile appeared on his lips, "But it was also very brave of you. I'm proud of you for sticking up for your classmates."

For a moment your brain shut off. The words "I'm proud of you" sounded foreign in general, let alone coming from your stubborn boyfriend himself.

Once you processed what was said you couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks as your lips rose into the prettiest smile Karma had ever seen in his life. Quickly you gather Karma into your arms, the boy taken aback before welcoming your warm embrace into his arms.

"Thank you Karma." You whispered into his chest, appreciating his new found trust and proudness in you.

This wasn't the same Karma you met when you got here, but you're so happy with how much you've both grown.

"She did totally kick ass Karma." Nagisa said with a grin, the redhead pulling away from you just so he could look at his friend, "She straight up spun behind that guy and before he could even process it, she cracked him right in the back of his neck, it was insane!"

"Oh did she now?"

Smiling wider, you looked over to Karma with a grin as you slowly got up on your knees, grunting a bit as you were trying to be careful not to strain your abdomen.

"I did! He was all like ‘woah where did she go’,” You spoke, mocking the large man’s voice as you knit your brows in an attempt to look scary, “And I was all like, ‘surprise!’ before I chopped down on his neck.”

Karma watched your movements with a toothy grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement and pride as you explained your tactics.

“He was totally knocked out for like… a few seconds at least.” You said with a pant, smiling down to the two boys that watched with matching smiles.

Karma couldn’t help but snort at your final pose, his arms grabbing the back of your thighs and gently lifting you into his lap, so as to not agitate your wound any further..

"Of course my sweet angel kicked his ass, she learned from the best after all~" Karma said with a cocky grin, Nagisa giving an unimpressed brow raise as you stuck out your tongue to him.

You all joked around until the class seemed to finally calm down, all of you eating the sweet treats Mr. Takaoka brought before he went psycho on you all.

It wasn't until you hummed against Karma's chest that he felt a sense of deja vu. 

There you were, nestled between his crossed legs, your body cuddled up against his warm embrace as you nibbled on the flakey pastry in your hand.

Looking practically upside down backwards to Karma you stared into his beautiful golden eyes before offering a sweet smile, your lips quite literally covered in white powder from your pastry.

"I love you Karma." You whispered softly, giggling when Karma placed a quick kiss on your lips, only for his tongue to swipe those plush lips of yours to get the remaining powder from them.

Sure you weren't overlooking the large ocean on a dramatically beautiful cliff, and there were a few additions to the picture that Karma could've gone without. But he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"I love you too Y/n."

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ugh f*ck (m) | myg

— “who you belong to.”

title: UGH F*CK parts: one by @kookskingdom​, two by @yoon2k​​ pairing: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; boxer au ; boxer!yoongi , ring girl!reader summary: you tend to yoongi’s wounds after a match, even though you damn well know that someone is coming to pick you up. very, very soon. warnings: pwp, swearing, dirty talk, infidelity (that turns out to be consensual it’ll all make sense!!), fingering, penetration, unprotected (pls be safe), voyeurism, exhibitionism, consent wbk, rough sex, choking, degradation, humiliation, dom!jin, clit slapping, overstimulation, crying, daddy kink, touch of aftercare, sl*t/wh*re mentions, creampie, begging, orgasm denial, breast play, boxer yoongi??, rich suited up seokjin???, feelings??, just a yoonjin pwp idk what else to say note: this is a last-second surprise for @sugakookitty​!! dee, the theme is purely for you I CANT DO THIS AGAIN!! no more! and i have no excuses other than i was coerced by four people, and two of them are min yoongi and kim seokjin (whom i heard you were thirsting hard for lately!) lastly, ty to my brain for actually allowing this fic to happen note 2: umm.. this is also for the yoonjin stans lol also it’s p unedited so apologies! total word count: 6k drop date: december 16th, 2021, 1:22am est

Like every other time, Yoongi left the ring a champion. 

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Turn Back Time (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor!reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

warnings: bodyswap au (kind of), alternating pov, teenage insecurities, bullying, Seokjin is confused, mention of sports injury, thirst, mentions of hangover, sassy thirteen year olds, mentioned infidelity (not between main characters), cheating (like in sports), swearing, angsty confessions, smut warnings: nudity, Seokjin pops a semi at the wrong time, soft!dom Jin, making out, heavy petting, dry humping, nipple play, unprotected s*x (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 13.3k a/n: a very happy early 30th bday to our WWH! This is my submission for the Catch of The Century collab hosted by myself, @joheunsaram, and @kithtaehyung! I was super excited writing the role reversal with Seokjin, and 13 Going On 30 is only one of my favorite movies ever (seriously, it never misses on every single rewatch). I also just miss Jin so much T_T I hope you all enjoy 💜 also ty to Mars for beta-reading this as well!

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The envelope crinkles as it’s handed to Seokjin, and his heart drops before he can even pause his iPod and yank his earbuds out, the Black Eyed Peas providing the soundtrack to his humiliation. 

Sighing, he looks at his face twisted mid-expression, half-smile and half-grimace, the metal of his braces glinting against the camera flash, and wonders why the photographer had even bothered counting down if he wasn’t going to wait for him to smile for the photo anyway. Not to mention the packet had been inappropriately labeled “Suckjin”. His eomma would be so disappointed. Looking around, he pushes his glasses up onto his nose before shoving the damn thing into his backpack, where it hopefully wouldn’t see the light of day for a few more hours.

“Kim!”

Seokjin bites back a groan at the voice bellowing in the hallway, turning to see Jackson Wang and his posse of baseball boys strolling up to him. He and Jackson weren’t friends, at least not in the traditional sense of the word, but it wasn’t like they hated each other either. They had a mutual agreement - Seokjin would offer to do Jackson’s algebra homework for the semester, and Jackson promised him a try-out spot for the school’s baseball team.

To Seokjin, it was worth it. The baseball team was at the height of status in their janky middle school - everyone knew the players on the team were the coolest, sporting the finest threads walking through the hallways, and tipping their caps to make the girls scream. But it was more than that - for as long as he could remember, Seokjin had always been the lame kid. The one that faded into the background, hiding his acne-laden face under his mop of dark hair, constantly fiddling with his glasses. He hated that.

For once, he wanted to be the special one. The one who hit the winning home run at the game, the one who made all his fellow students and teachers scream with joy, who brought the school to victory. Then no one would ever forget him again. And now, with a try-out spot on the horizon, he finally got his chance.

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han as ur problematic fav (18+)

warnings: afab reader, sub!jisung, established rel., somnophilia, jerking it to reader, inappropriate usage of knee socks, degradation/humiliation, oral (f receiving), intercural, orgasm denial, begging, pet names (good boy, baby), teeny bit of aftercare at the end, university au (wc: 3.2k) i can 100% tell you what we have rn is not what we started with but you know what? my favourite flavour of han jisung is desperate

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Having you over is a blessing.

Or a curse. It's up for debate.

You'd just gotten back from your classes, still travel weary and shower fresh, hair damp as you collapse into bed. The late afternoon sun glitters through the windows, and Jisung barely looks at you between the champion selection screen on his computer and the curse he spits into his headset, "Why won't you first pick Lee Sin for me, yah, Yang Jeongin?"

It's not until much later, when he tears the headset off, the sky outside a dark blue, and he's squinting at his screen, does he remember you're dead asleep in his bed. Attentiveness is not exactly his strongest trait, especially not when he's deeply immersed in his games, fixated.

It does mean, however, when he finally looks at you, his entire heart pummels its way into his throat. Your legs, thrown over one of his pillows, squeeze tightly.

That isn't the problem though. The problem is what you're wearing: Cute pleated tennis skirt, and knee socks. Knee, fucking, socks. In the glow on his monitor, he can see the light fractal against your skin.

It wouldn't have been a problem. Nope. None. Shouldn't have been, if it hadn't been for the fact that you were also wearing his hoodie. He takes a careful, quiet step towards the bed, swallowing thickly, already predictably half-hard in his pants.

Now, he could do the sensible thing and tug one out in the bathroom. He could even do it in his gaming chair, hell, that seemed like a grand old time, but...

Where is the fun in that?

The expanse of skin between your socks and your panties presents a unique turn on for him, one that makes him suck in air through his teeth as he climbs into bed with you. It's a gingerly operation, slipping between the covers so best not to disturb you, made more exciting as you stir and groan when the mattress sinks.

At this point, Jisung knows he only needs a few jerks of his cock to be fully hard, but resisting the temptation only makes it better. Shakily, he lowers himself to his side, getting an eyeful of your legs as he tugs the covers off, inch by slow inch.

If he were feeling especially bold, he would moan, but that was too much excitement even for him, the chance of waking you up before he'd gotten to the main dish. Breathing heavy, Jisung trails his gaze back down to your legs, licking and biting his bottom as he does so.

You look so goddamn good that he could just sink his teeth into you, grab you, wake you up. He couldn't believe that this is what you'd decided to wear to bed after showering.

It must not be on purpose.

At least, that's what he tells himself, because the idea that you didn't know, the idea that you'd worn this without considering how crazy it would make him, makes his cock twitch.

His gut feeling knows that you had worn this for him, knows what makes him tick, though it never takes much.

It's the thought of you, even the faintest hint of you, that drives him up the wall. He could be doing something completely unrelated, be reminded of you, and suddenly want you so badly he can't even begin to articulate.

Carefully, so carefully that his hands are trembling just slightly, Jisung shimmies his basketball shorts over his hips, until they're snapped right underneath his ass. The head of his cock peeks at attention from the waistband of his boxers, and he swallows again, biting his bottom lip.

He has so many choices and so little time to make them.

In the interim, precum drips from his slit to the mattress, even before any touching. He's practically salivating now, staring heatedly at your thighs, the curve of your ass cheeks from your panties. Fuck, your panties are the sporty ones, with just enough dig into your flesh that it leaves barely anything to the imagination.

Not that Jisung needs imagination. Shaking, with one hand, he pushes his boxers down just enough to grasp his cock, the other hand awkwardly reaching out to touch where the elastic of your knee sock meets your thighs.

His lips parted slightly, he doesn't realise he's drooling until he feels the wetness of it gather at the corner of his mouth. Quickly, he wipes his face with his hand, returning it back to the base of his cock.

Reverent, waiting for the right moment where your breathing stills again after you shift, Jisung thumbs against the elastic, where it tightens just slightly to your thighs. The contrast between warm skin and warm fabric makes him shudder, hips jerking forward without much thought to it other than need.

At this point, he knows he could come untouched.

His cock, upright, at attention, is twitching, jumping erratically against his stomach, even within the confines of his own hand. Squeezing tight, mostly to prevent himself from exploding right then and there, Jisung lets himself exhale a soft moan.

It's just loud enough that he feels dirty for it, feel it echo inside his rib cage as it ricochets there.

He can feel his own pulse in his stomach, thumping heavily as he finally, finally tugs at his dick, rolls a warm palm over the head, slipping it across his love line with all the precum.

Biting the inside of his cheek, hard, metallic, Jisung grunts softly, that first glide of his own fist sending sparks behind his eyelids. Barely, just barely able to force his eyes open properly, he refocuses, curls his hand around your thigh.

His thumb runs along the elastic one last time, heartbeat disjointed as he then curves up towards your ass cheek, traces it with a barely concealed relish. At the same time, his other hand works his cock, mirrored, and he scoots just a touch closer.

Well aware that any sudden movement could wake you up, ruin all of this, ruin this build up he knows he needs, Jisung moves like underwater. Each stroke of his cock is measured, and the closer he gets to your exposed skin, highlighted only by the rest of your legs being covered, the more he feels himself shaking in anticipation.

His muscles are so tense they could cramp up, and there isn't nearly enough friction to his hand right now to do anything but make his own touch painful. Any little thing now could set him off, and he knows it, torturous in his own movements.

Only a hair's breadth away from pressing himself to you, Jisung takes a deep breath, holding it tight inside his lungs as he does just that, smears the head of his cock to the dip where your thighs meet.

The junction provides just enough for him to slide, uneasily, for the skin-to-skin he needs, pressured to simultaneously stay still and shove his dick between your thighs. Giving into the former, he lets the push of your thighs rub the sensitive head of him.

Stomach churning, halfway sick, halfway delighted at the prospect of fucking you, of coming just like this, held close and tight between. His hand jerks uneasily, the position uncomfortable, but he's too excited to do anything but get himself close.

He should know this.

He knows this. Knows that when he gets excited, he also gets sloppy, gets messy, gets everything but methodical in order to chase after his own high.

And while he also knows that waking you up means something, critical thinking had gone out the window way earlier.

"Hm? Hannie?"

Your voice should jolt him to attention, make him stop, do something, anything, really, that isn't increase the speed at which he fists his cock. When you attempt to roll around to look at him, sleep clouded, barely registering as you press your thighs together, the give of flesh against flesh is all it takes.

When he comes, he does it without shame, cock jerking unevenly into his hand as his cum splatters in haphazard patterns across the back of your thighs. He's still coming, mouth open, drool at the corner of it, when his eyes barely focus on the way his cum looks against your knee socks.

"What the hell, Han Jisung."

Your tone of voice makes his toes curl. Even if he wants to respond, he's been rendered inert, unable to do so. Unevenly, he thrusts his hips forward a couple more times, before sinking back down onto the bed, spent, panting, tongue out.

"You. Made. A. Mess." Your hand is at his jaw, gripping his cheeks tightly as you force him to confront what he had done. And should he be ashamed?

Of course he should.

He had gone ahead and ruined some perfectly good knee socks, made your thighs all sticky with him. He had been caught red handed, without so much of a sliver of a chance to excuse it.

What should be on his lips is an apology, an offer to run you a bath, clean you up, and it's preferable to this: Jisung whimpers.

It takes all of five seconds to shove him onto his back, straddle him, and sit on his stomach. He wants you on his hips, but he doesn't deserve it, and he knows this. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Like reprimanding a dog, he knows you're nipping behaviours at the bud, knows that if he had simply asked, you would have done anything for him.

Isn't that the crux of it, though?

Shouldn't.

Forbidden.

It's why he wants to do it, more than ever.

"I'm sorry," he exhales, still hard, especially now with the added pressure of you staring down at him.

"And?"

And?

Panic rises just enough that he juts his chin up, looking at you, searching for some indication of what the right answer should be. Your face is cold, unreadable to him, and all the while, his cock flexes again, weeping for attention, the tip of it jutting against your ass.

"A-and," Jisung stammers, a mouth full of marbles, feverish, the blush burning its way from his face, down his neck, to his chest. "I d-don't know?" practically squeaks this, cheeks puffed slightly, biting down onto his lower lip.

Normally, cute, sure, loving, adorable, weakens you at the knees, but sitting on him, his cum still drying on your thighs, you walk your index and middle finger up his chest, past his Adam's apple, resting onto the divot underneath his lips.

"Awh, did you touch yourself stupid? Too stupid to think of words? Need me to help because you're so desperate for pussy you can't even wait?"

All he can afford to pay attention to is your fingers.

They trace his lips, slow burn across them, and automatically, he opens his mouth, receptive, waiting. "Please," and as to what, your help, the words, or simply just your fingers in his waiting, hot mouth, is unclear.

You roll your eyes, and pinch his cheek, mean, but not enough to hurt.

Just enough for him to yelp, tempered by the way you scoot your ass onto his cock, nothing but pressure, nothing but the push of him closer to your skin.

Jisung is trembling so much that he reaches to find a grip on sheets, enough sense left in him to know if he touches you, he'll break enough rules that the punishment would be you leaving him alone, desperate, wanting.

"Repeat after me," you instruct, patient, tone even, "I'm useless and a pussy hungry baby. I couldn't even wait for you to wake up." He lets out soft whine. "Ah-ah, you said you needed help. I'm giving help. So repeat it."

Fidgeting, near squirming, it isn't so much the words, as silly as they are in retrospect, that is nearly getting him off again, but the embarrassment, shoved onto him. You could be saying this over the phone, in that same tone of voice, like reading off a grocery list, and he'd still be on the cusp of coming again.

Like a fish out of water, his mouth opens and closes several times, no sound coming from them, and you let out a theatrical sigh. "Don't make me repeat myself, Hannie. I know you're dumb and horny, but you're not also bad, are you?"

"N-no!" rushes at the denial, he shakes his head vehemently, hair falling into his eyes as he gulps, "I'm useless, and," the words feel sticky in his throat, "a p-pussy hungry baby. I couldn't even wait for y-you to wake up."

Pleased, you hum, taping the tip of his nose. "Say you're sorry, Hannie."

"I'm sorry."

"Good. Now prove it. You want my pussy so badly? Earn it."

When you roll off of him, Jisung makes a soft keening noise, halfway past a plea and displeasure. This quickly dissipates when you spread your legs, M-shaped and open, skirt flipped up against your waist. "You're going to make me do all the work when this is your punishment?"

If thinking straight before was a problem, then now it is an entire crisis. All the blood must have rushed to his cock, with how red it is, how hard it is, dripping with desire. Without the capability of forming any real words, he near dives to get your panties off you, doesn't bother with getting them off of you in full.

Finesse is not the word.

On a good day, he's careful, licks slow and savouring, but today is not one of those good days. He eats your cunt like he has a point to prove, manic, wild eyes looking up towards you for approval.

His fingers are clumsy, spreads you wide open, slurping and sucking without any of the previous shame from your words, from jerking off without permission. If it's a punishment, it doesn't entirely seem like one, his entire upper body pushed into eating you out.

Between breaths, between tonguing your clit, he moans, pleased, his hips grinding his cock down onto the mattress, against his stomach. The sound of his voice vibrates against you, and he's more than pleased to hear the effect it has on yours: as you're getting close, you get louder, more abrasive.

It's in how hard you tug at his hair, the way your thighs, oh, your thighs, close over his head. He'd die a happy man like this, buried here, drinking you in as he knows you're getting close.

Ears muffled, Jisung can hear both your heartbeats, loud, the blood rushing through his eardrums. He doesn't stop lapping at your folds until you're physically pushing at him, suddenly sensitive, gasping his name and a command, "Jisung, stop."

When he lifts his head up, his chin is wet with saliva and your cum, and he licks his lips eagerly. Face flushed with eagerness, he props himself up. When you indicate for him to join you again, your breathing finally even, he scrambles up to lay beside you, chin hooked to your shoulder.

"Good job." Jisung glows, especially as you let him nuzzle close, tuck himself to you. "You ready to come for me?" you croon gently, and he nods into you. "You're only to get what you wanted from the start, okay? Fuck my thighs, because that's all you're getting from me."

In his throat, there's some sort of protest, something about how good he's been, and you can sense it rising, the grumbling against you. Cutting him off, you snap, "This is a punishment, Hannie. Don't make me give you another one. Besides, you got me all messy down here. Don't you want to feel it?"

Your hand goes back, spreading your ass open for him as you wriggle lightly, rubbing to his cock. It elicits a small groan, and a quiet, mumbled, "Yes. Thank you."

"Good. So, fuck me."

Fucking between your thighs, the folds of your pussy lips drive his momentum forward, each bump and rub of his cockhead against your clit making him moan into your neck. His hands grip tightly on your thigh, rutting closer, tighter now in his thrusts as he gets closer to where he wants to be.

"So desperate you can get off on anything, huh?" your voice is higher despite your words, and Jisung knows you're just as turned on as he is, despite your refusal to admit it. He needs you to need him, but also needs the unrelenting, cutthroat words you direct at him. "You're going to get your pathetic little cock off between my thighs, Hannie? Is that what you're going to do?"

Faster, now, the sound of his thrusts, the wet of your cunt, the slick of his cock, they do nothing to damper his own voice. Breathy moans and whines fill the silence between your words, and he knows he's so close, knows he only needs a little bit more, just a bit—

"Stop moving. Right now." Your hand goes to his thigh, grips it as he makes a honourable attempt at stopping, thrusts small before he finally pushes himself flush against your back.

He's panting, hard, chest heaving with exhaustion and effort and control, white knuckled hold on you. Throwing his head, he's shaking, near tears now. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm good, I'm good, I've stopped," his mouth runs over, the words slurring together, tongue twisting over the syllables.

It doesn't stop the quivering, even as his chest is sweaty against your back. You must feel the way his thighs strain under his best attempt to do as you told him to, and he mewls against the nap of your neck, kissing, sucking, anything to keep himself from bucking.

"Good boy," the praise sends him spiralling, and his clutch on your thigh goes all the way around, his forearm wrapped across the front of your lap. Jisung holds you to him, forehead now to the back of your shoulder.

"Please, please, I'm so good, can I come? Please? Let me come, please," the groan comes from deep within him, claws out of him, raw and red. His nails rake across your skin, half-groping, half-tearing, holding as still as he can, the rest of him frenetic with energy.

Like a fired gun, it only takes a few more thrusts, hard, with such strength that if he hadn't been holding you, you might have been forced off the bed. He comes with a sob, the fierce, jerking motion, his entire body seizing, his hold on you near painful, all angles pressed too tightly against your body.

His cum lubes between the skin of your thighs, creamy with how wet you are, remnant of saliva and longing, and he continues to fuck into you, long after he's stopped coming, riding out the after shocks.

Face tucked against your shoulder, he's still seeing stars, clouds dissipating from his mind. Relaxing his grip, he rubs his palms over the indents on your skin.

"Holy—" Jisung then slumps, sweaty, dazed, back onto the bed. Almost immediately, you're leaned over him, breasts pressed against his arm as you reach down to pepper kisses across his face. "I feel—I feel like a degenerate," he confesses softly.

You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose. "That's because you are one. Now, can I run us a bath, because you've gotten both of us all nasty?"

Puckering his lips for another kiss, he smiles, all cheeks and curved eyes, "Yes. Oh, and?" You lift off of him slightly, tilting your head, wondering what it could be. It still squeezes your heart, whenever he says it: "I love you."

"I love you, too, Hannie."

home sweet home | series masterlist

Gojo Satoru x Reader/OC {Small Town au}

Home is where your Heart is.

🌿 Pairing Small town au! - Doctor!Gojo Satoru x Teacher&Painter!OC/Reader; Doctor!Gojo Satoru x Dancer!Utahime Iori

🌿 Summary

Satoru, or more formally known as Dr. Gojo was a great doctor from the big city. He lived a life that everyone thought was perfect: he worked at the city hospital, lived in a beautiful apartment in the center and was engaged to Utahime Iori. However, he had a big secret that he hid from everyone, which is that Satoru was actually already married to his childhood friend who he left behind in his hometown. And now, it's time for Gojo to face the past and the choices he made, especially his beloved wife.

🌿 Warnings [+18], smut, mature themes, angst, cigarettes and smoking, drugs, drinking/alcohol, adultery, commitment issues, marriage problems, divorce, death, illness and chronic disease, miscarriage, family drama, angst with a happy ending; (more to be added)

🌿 Additional Things fluff, romance, slow burn, slice of life, friends to lovers (sort of), she falls first but he falls harder, gojo is an arrogant with good heart, flashbacks, small town life; (more to be added)

🌿 Inspired In Sweet Home Alabama, Desperate Housewives, Gilmore Girls and Breakfast at Tiffany’s;

🌿 Chapters

Chapter I “Get Out of My Life”

Chapter II …

Chapter III …

Chapter IV … 

Chapter V …

Chapter VI …

Chapter VII …

Chapter VIII …

Chapter IX … 

Chapter X …

© rideofthevalkyriess. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, or modify my work without permission. dividers credit. thanks for reading! S2

home sweet home | chapter I

🌿 Pairing Small town au! - Doctor!Gojo Satoru x Teacher&Painter!OC/Reader; Doctor!Gojo Satoru x Dancer!Utahime Iori

🌿 Summary Satoru, or more formally known as Dr. Gojo was a great doctor from the big city. He lived a life that everyone thought was perfect: he worked at the city hospital, lived in a beautiful apartment in the center and was engaged to Utahime Iori. However, he had a big secret that he hid from everyone, which is that Satoru was actually already married to his childhood friend who he left behind in his hometown. And now, it's time for Gojo to face the past and the choices he made, especially his beloved wife.

🌿 Words 4.7k

🌿 Warnings [+18], smut, mature themes, angst, cigarettes and smoking, drugs, drinking/alcohol, adultery, commitment issues, marriage problems, divorce, death, illness and chronic disease, miscarriage, family drama, angst with a happy ending; (more to be added)

🌿 Author's Note Welcome to the first chapter of my new series!! I was inspired by one of my favorite comedies, Sweet Home Alabama. It's not the first time I've written, but it's the first time I've published, so please be patient. I also gave the reader a name as this makes writing easier for me. I hope you enjoy!

Satoru Gojo's life had fallen into chaos and it was entirely his fault.

But no one who knew him would claim that, as he was deceptive and good at keeping up appearances.

To the people who know him, Satoru, or more formally Dr. Gojo, is a great doctor in the city of Boston, his speciality being cardiology. He work in the city central hospital and live in a newly renovated old flat near Beacon Hill. 

In his free time, he plays basketball and enjoys learning languages, most recently German. Satoru didn't have a large social circle, as most of his friends were in the world of medicine. And according to these same friends, Gojo was choleric, perfectionist and impatient, which made him a difficult person to approach; but deep down, he just took his job very seriously.

The news that the hospital nurses were gossiping about was this: Dr. Gojo was engaged to Utahime Iori and they were going to get married the next summer. 

Such gossip was always accompanied by the story of how they met. It was a night when Gojo was on a night shift and Utahime was admitted to the emergency room with a knee injury caused by a fall while dancing. She was - and still is - a dancer by profession and well known for it. It turned out that it was Satoru who attended to her that night, and after a very promising diagnosis followed by release, the two exchanged contacts. 

Their relationship developed ardently and quickly, like the rhythm of the great city of Boston. It had only been a year since they met and they already had a wedding date set, much to the delight of Utahime's wealthy family.

However, his relationship with Utahime and the gossip about him were of little concern to Satoru. In fact, there was one secret that kept his mind occupied during the day and robbed him of sleep at night, and that was this: He was already a married man. 

And well married, to his childhood friend whom he had left behind in his old and  insignificant - in his eyes - hometown. 

But no one in Boston even dreamed or imagined that Dr. Gojo had such a deep and striking stain on his past as that of a failed marriage, so he secretly met with Hiromi Higuruma, a lawyer who specialised in divorces. 

Specialised or not, the truth was that Higuruma was a shark when it came to his clients and was the best lawyer in his law firm - and the most expensive too. It was he who discreetly prepared Satoru's divorce papers and encouraged him to take the papers personally to his wife, much to his client's displeasure. 

“You know, Dr Gojo, I think it would be a good idea if you handed over the divorce papers in person and had a heart-to-heart talk with your wife. I think you two must have a lot to discuss.” Higuruma advised as he gave him the papers. 

“I can't think of anything we need to talk about.” Satoru contested, looking away towards the office windows. It was storming outside and the wind was howling.

“Believe me when I say that divorcing couples always have something to say to each other. How long has it been since you last spoke? Two years? Maybe three?”

“Two years and a half.” Gojo quickly corrected, making the lawyer frown.

“...Well, think about my advice, will you? And you'll see that things will work out.”

That evening, when Satoru returned to his flat, he discovered that although the divorce papers were light, the weight they represented in his life was overwhelming. 

He put them down on the desk in his bedroom, and there they stayed for a few weeks, robbing him of his peace and sleep. 

Until one night, he decided to put an end to his misery - and insomnia - and return to his hometown, Fairview.

In the early hours of the morning when Gojo made his decision, he was very agitated. He emptied half his wardrobe, even though he only intended to be out of the city for a week. He vacuumed the entire house, even though he had a maid who could do the job for him. And he washed the car, even though it was spotless. 

At dawn, Satoru called his fiancée to tell her of his decision, while he prepared the food for the trip, which was going to be a long one. And upon hearing her fiancé's decision, Utahime was less than pleased.

“Why? Why all of a sudden?” She asked alarmed through the phone. 

“I want to visit my family before we get married.” Gojo replied quickly, while preparing the sandwiches and a salad. “That way I can announce the engagement to them.” He concealed it. 

«Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Uta.» Satoru thought to himself. «If you knew what was waiting for me in Fairview, you wouldn't say something like that.»

“Some things have to be said in person.” Gojo hid, as he finished preparing his food and carried his bags to the car.  “Don't worry, I'll be back in a week.”

And although Satoru had made a promise to his fiancée, it would be broken for the most unimaginable reasons. 

“I swear I'm going to get grey hair before I'm forty if you continue to get on my nerves like this.”

“But that's a good thing, we will match.” He joked, sitting down in the driver's seat of the car with a smile on his lips. 

“That's not funny.” Muttered Utahime. “Drive slowly. And watch out for wild animals.”

“I will.” Satoru reassured her. “I'll let you know when I arrive. I love you, Uta”

She didn't reply, but she didn't have to. Gojo knew her feelings, which were now a mixture of love and anger. He knew that she found it difficult to reveal her emotions, which often led to misunderstandings. But deep down, she loved him and was very worried about him. 

When the call ended, Satoru turned on the car and pulled his vehicle out of the carpark of his apartment.

The nervousness that had plagued him all night had ceased after talking to Utahime, whose voice always calmed him down, no matter what her mood. More calm, Gojo had the chance to enjoy the cool morning breeze and appreciate the beginning of spring.

The big city was as busy as ever. 

Traffic and shops were in full swing early in the morning, and this was the pace of life that Satoru admired, liked and desired.

As Satoru left the city centre and headed for the suburbs, the city rush diminished. But it was still beautiful in his eyes, because it was an interesting mix of the urban and the countryside. Big and small houses, with perfectly tended gardens and families straight out of a soap commercial. Perhaps one day, when he grew old, he would experience that lifestyle.

When Satoru left the populated areas for the motorway, he saw little more than green forests just awakened from the harsh winter. 

The rest of the journey remained like that, accompanied by the trees and the radio, playing classics from the eighties and nineties. 

Gojo knew he was in town the moment he spotted a large wooden sign painted in white, announcing "Welcome to Fairview, land of sailors and crabs", much to his displeasure and annoyance.

It was dusk by the time Satoru reached the center of the small town that had once, long ago, been his home. 

Near the beach, he saw the theater built on a pier, suspended over the sea. There he had unique memories of his teenage years, where life seemed easier and simpler. Satoru also appreciated the cathedral, illuminated by the fiery colours of the sunset, in the heart of the city. 

And deep in his heart, Satoru knew that he missed his town, but at the same time, it was this very community that made his spirit and heart sick. 

However, this was not the time for him to feel sentimental and nostalgic, as there were more important matters that called him to reason. 

Satoru drove to his old home, which he had bought together with his wife in their first years of marriage.

The house itself was nothing luxurious. In fact, it was a very old cottage, located at the entrance to the forest that surrounded Fairview. On arriving at the house, Gojo decided to appreciate - or rather judge - the place that brought back so many memories.

Although the house was small, its grounds were so vast that they followed the forest. Close to the cottage, there was a small lake with a newly built pier, which gave the place its charm. A small greenhouse was built on the other side of the lake, with walls and roof made of glass, supported by white painted steel.

The cottage was still exactly as Satoru remembered. Small and tall, painted white and decorated with reddish bricks that matched the thatched roof. The windows and door remained the same, made of light wood and very traditional. 

On the porch of the house, illuminated by fairy lights and decorated with a very nice garden table set, a dog was lying down resting peacefully when he heard Satoru's footsteps. 

The dog, a German shepherd, quickly lifted his head and his eyes went wide, like lamps, when he saw Satoru approaching the porch. With his ears raised towards the strange man, the shepherd began to bark quietly, like a whisper, warning him not to go near the house. 

Gojo, on seeing that large, unfamiliar dog, was startled to think that his wife no longer lived there. His wife wasn't the type to like such ferocious animals and this dog was very different from the beagle she used to own. 

“You're not Maple.” Satoru muttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

As soon as Gojo had spoken, the dog got up and started barking loudly, warning its owner that there was an intruder on the property. He reflexively moved away and decided it wasn't wise to approach the beast. 

Realising that he wouldn't be able to reach the front door, Satoru decided to try the back door, which was always unlocked. As he walked to the back garden, he noticed something that made him hopeful again. In the garage, which was always open, was his wife's old car, a 2000s platinum-coloured Mercedes that had belonged to her mother. 

The interior of the house remained the same as he remembered it. The floor and doors were made of oak wood, which matched the coffee table and shelves occupied by books and trinkets. The sofa was large and cream-coloured, as were the old walls. The ceiling was adorned with vertical wooden beams the same colour as the floor. And in the center of the room was a very old fireplace made of white stone with a stove in its interior.

A picture frame with a photograph from their honeymoon was carefully placed on top of the fireplace. Satoru smiled slightly and carefully picked up the frame to take a good look at the photograph he hadn't seen for years. 

The photo was taken in Greece, near the Aegean Sea, on a very hot summer's day. Gojo remembers that his wife felt very happy that day, in her translucent white beach dress and her hair blowing in the wind, as she searched for shells and whelks in the sand.  And he also remembers his wife complaining about the sunburn she got, later in the evening. 

“Satoru?” A female voice spoke, drawing him away from his memories. 

Gojo put the photograph back where it belonged and turned to face his wife, with whom he hadn't spoken for over two years.

With his discerning eyes, he judged and admired her from top to bottom.

To Satoru's eyes, his Emma looked very different and at the same time very similar to the one of his memories. She was wearing a light blue painting apron, all stained with paint, as was her face, which had traces of oil paint. Her blonde hair was quite long, down to her waist, and tangled into a braid. Emma appeared to have lost a lot of weight and her face was more defined and tired, with dark circles under her eyes.

For Emma, if it hadn't been for Satoru's height and unique silver hair, she wouldn't have recognised him. 

«Is he taller? No, he's stronger.» It was the first thing she noticed. The truth was, since his departure to Boston, Gojo looked herculean and healthy. The second thing Emma noticed was his beautiful, captivating eyes, and how much she missed having them around. Eyes embellished with delicate silver lashes that made him look divine. 

But, in the back of Emma's conscience, there was a small voice telling her that her husband hadn't come back for the best reasons or because he desired her again. 

«I know you want something from me, I just don't know what it is. Yet.» She reflected, as she watched Gojo smile widely.

“Hello honey, how have you been?” He greeted her teasingly, leaving Emma perplexed.

“What are you doing here? How did you get into my house?”

“Through the back door. You should be more careful, anyone can get in that way.” Satoru explained, slowly approaching his wife. 

“You've got a lot of nerve telling me that when you've just broken into my house! Through the back door!” Emma said, raising her voice as she pointed in the direction of the laundry room. 

“I know, that's why I'm warning you.” The man teased, boldly sitting down on the sofa.

Emma sighed at his audacity and put her hands to her head, trying to keep calm and avoid committing an offence.

“What are you really doing here, Satoru?”

Gojo, still sitting on the sofa, reached into his backpack and pulled out a set of papers, placing them on the coffee table.

“I want a divorce, Emma.” He revealed in a serious, firm tone of voice, which made Emma smile and relax. 

“You wish.”

«Ah, so that's what your visit is all about.» Emma thought, relieved, as she left the room and went to the kitchen to wash her hands from the ink. 

And Satoru, who didn't appreciate her response, stood up and followed her quickly.

“You don't have to make this any more complicated than it already is, honey. There are three copies, one for me, one for you and one for the lawyers.” He retorted. “I even made sure to tick it to make it easier.”

Emma looked at the papers in her husband's hands and didn't know whether to feel upset that he had insinuated that she was slow, or that he had shown up years later asking for a divorce.

She started laughing in disdain and disbelief.

“What?”

“You've got a lot of nerve for coming home, three years after you left, asking me for a divorce.”

“Are you complaining now?”

“Not really, I just expected something more extravagant coming from you.” Confronted Emma. “I'm not signing those papers. They're not in my interest.” 

Out of frustration, Satoru started rubbing his hands over his face, trying to moderate the throbbing pain in his head. 

“Come on Emma, why do you have to be so stubborn? Don't you want to leave this phase of your life in the past and start again?”

Emma, who had just washed her ink-stained hands, was furious at Gojo's words and accidentally broke a mug that was lying in the sink, causing the German shepherd to start barking anxiously outside. 

“I don't remember you asking my opinion or worrying about me when you left. Or when you decided that Fairview was no longer your home. You made that decision all by yourself! My God, Bear, shut up!” Emma scolded nervously.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the kitchen.

“Sorry, he's nervous because he doesn't know you and we're arguing.” Said the woman with a tired tone and looking away from her husband. 

“What happened to Maple?” Satoru asked, looking at the dog, who was also staring at him through the window.

“She died in her sleep. You weren't here…” 

Gojo stared at his wife patiently and saw that her eyes were watery, as if she was about to cry. He could tell that Emma was still suffering. And even Satoru couldn't help but feel sad about the death of Maple, who had been a good and special dog and was present in many of their memories.

From the window, it was evident that the sun had hidden and the night reigned outside. Looking at his wristwatch, Satoru realised it was already late and grabbed his backpack, preparing to leave. 

“I'll leave the papers with you, make sure you sign them.” 

Emma went into the living room and leaned against one of the pieces of furniture, admiring him again.

“If you leave it here, I'll put it in the fireplace.” Warned Emma with a provocative little smile, which made Satoru sigh and put his backpack down on the sofa. 

“Why do you have to be so difficult?” He grumbled. “All right, until you sign them, I'm not leaving.” Gojo said, shamelessly sitting down on the couch.

“Careful, that sounds tempting to me.” Emma teased, approaching him. “Go stay with your mother. I'm sure she doesn't know you're in town.” 

Satoru remained in silent and that was all Emma needed to hear. 

“Satoru, please.” 

He just handed her a pen, which made her even more frustrated.

“Do as you wish.” She said with a long sigh and turned away from him. 

But Emma wasn't someone who gave up easily or declared defeat after a lost battle. 

Cunningly and discreetly, she picked up the landline that was resting on one of the tables in the living room and locked herself in the bedroom, making an unusual call. And there she waited, until she began to hear loud sirens and flashing lights.

“I hope you've got something striped in that bag, it'll come in handy.” Emma joked, leaving the bedroom to the living room, where Satoru had been sitting on the sofa until then.

“Why would I-” Satoru complained, but stopped the instant he heard the deafening sirens of the police car. “You called the police? You know very well that the chief hates me!” 

“And with good reason.”

Few stories of rebelliousness could surpass those of Satoru during his teenage years. He was someone who collected achievements like a stamp collector. But despite the wide variety of stories, none surpassed the night he drank too much - as he never had in his life - and stole a car owned by Masamichi Yaga, the chief of the police of Fairview. 

What happened that night remains a mystery, but Gojo recalls rallying the car up a hill away from the town. By the end of the night, the vehicle was completely wrecked. Yaga never found out who had committed the crime, but he had strong suspicions.

“Hey Emma, I heard your call on the radio.” Satoru would recognise Suguru's sweet, concerned voice anywhere. “What's happened?”

“The intruder is in the living room. You can take him with you.” Emma explained, making Suguru confused and wrinkling his forehead. 

Geto walked heavily to the living room due to his uniform and the tiredness of a long day's work. But all the fatigue and exhaustion quickly disappeared when he ran into his old friend Satoru.

“Satoru?!”

“Hey, it's been a while.” Greeted Satoru excitedly, and moved to give his old childhood friend a strong hug. 

After a long hug and a few pats on the back, they separated. Emma enjoyed the reunion of these two tall, strong men, and felt nostalgic about her youth. Until Suguru decided to ask the question of millions. 

“You look well. Where have you been?” Suguru asked, making Emma and Satoru look at each other intensely. 

“Boston.” Gojo said, looking at Emma. “From what I see, you're still a policeman.”

“Yeah. They pay me well to walk around the city.” Geto jokes, fixing his uniform. “My God, Em, you scared the shit out of me. You know how worried I get about you living alone in such an isolated place.”

“Suguru, be a little more professional. You're handling the suspect of a crime.” 

“She doesn't live that isolated. On the way here I saw that they had built two new housing developments nearby.” Satoru replied, leaning against the back of the sofa.

“Still, she's a woman who lives alone in the middle of nowhere.” Suguru reminded him. “She's vulnerable here.”

“Vulnerable? Haven't you seen the wolf she has outside?”

“Excuse me! Firstly, Bear is not a wolf but a German shepherd. Secondly, I don't understand why I'm the subject of this conversation. And thirdly, Suguru, please, get him out of here!” Protested Emma, pointing her finger at Gojo.

“She's right Satoru, you can't force your way into a house.”

“But I didn't break in, I came in through the back door.” Satoru revealed with an insolent smile, causing Suguru to look in disbelief at Emma.

“Really? I already warned you to lock the doors, Em. You should be more careful.” Suguru reminded with a firm voice tone, making Emma feel ashamed. “As for you, this isn't your home anymore, you can't come and go as you please, Satoru. I will have to escort you out.”

“Use the handcuffs, please.” Emma says with a teasing manner. Gojo gave her a perplexed look.

“Suguru, if you can get her to sign these papers, I'll let you run me out of town.” Satoru suggested with a smile on his lips, staring at his wife. 

Emma recognized that cheeky grin, full of insistence and the threat of turning lives into a living hell.

«No one so arrogant should have such a charming smile.» Emma thought, looking away from her husband.

“Papers? What papers?” Suguru asked, as Satoru grabbed the documents and handed them to the policeman. 

“This is a private matter, Suguru.” She said, feeling uncomfortable as she watched Geto read the documents.

“A divorce application?” Questioned the policeman, looking bewilderedly at Satoru. He then turned to Emma, still surprised. “I thought you'd taken care of this.”

“Me too…” 

“Clearly not.” Satoru objected. 

“If you two are still married, it's his house too, Em. This is a domestic dispute.” Geto said slowly.

“...He didn't hit you, did he? If he did, I'll take him to the police station.” Suguru declared, leaving Satoru with a tense expression and a furrowed forehead.

The two men stared at her, tense and suspicious of each other.

“No Suguru, Satoru never hit me.” Emma confessed, to the relief of the two men. That was the truth, and although Gojo had many and countless flaws, being violent certainly wasn't one of them.

But the mood for nostalgia had cooled and an uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. 

“Well, you two have a lot to catch up on. I'd better go.” 

“Suguru, wait! Please don't do this to me! Take him away!” Emma asked anxiously.

“You make me crazy! Sign the damn papers!” Satoru asked Emma.

“There's nothing I can do. The law is the law.” Geto said, pointing at Gojo. “And he hasn't done anything wrong.” 

Nimbly, Emma moved and stood between Suguru and the front door, blocking his passage.

“Please, Suguru!” Emma begged, rubbing her palms together. “If you won't take him to the police station, at least get him off my property. I can't get stressed out.” 

Suguru looked at Emma closely and saw that she was desperate and distressed, noticing the dark circles under her eyes.

He let out a long sigh and scratched his forehead with his thumb - as he used to do.

“Satoru, I think we should go out and have a drink, what do you say?”

“Wait, are you kicking me out? You can't do that.”

“No, I don't have the authority to do that. I'm giving you advice, because you're being an ass.” Suguru responded, with Emma glaring at the two men. “It's getting late, and I'm sure this discussion can wait until tomorrow.” 

Gojo rolled his eyes and bowed his head, before grabbing his bag and heading out the back door without saying another word. Meanwhile, Emma and Suguru look at each other smiling once again.

“Thank you.”

“Just be careful. And lock the doors and windows of the house, please.” Suguru warned before going out through the front door to the porch where Bear was.

Geto petted the head of the German shepherd, that wagged its tail happily. Bear had known Suguru since he was a puppy and enjoyed the biscuits the man gave him.

Suguru opened the door and let him in, as it was already cold outside. Fairview might have a mild climate during the day, but it's nights were always freezing, with sharp winds. 

Satoru was leaning against his car, enjoying the night. The full moon's moonlight, delicate and shiny, reflected like silver dust over the garden lake. A light fog rose near the forest and in the trees, he could hear owls hooting and flying. 

Despite the cold, it was a lovely evening.  

“Nice car.” Suguru said, lighting a cigarette.

“Thanks, it's a BMW X7.” Satoru answered, still frustrated. He turned round and saw the patrol car. “Yours isn't too bad either.” 

Both remained silent.

“Have you got a place to stay yet?” Suguru asked, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“I'm going to spend the night at the hotel near the beach.” 

“Aren't you staying with your mother?” Geto asked, but Satoru didn't answer. “Does she know you're in town?”

“No. I didn't tell her…”

Suguru let out a long sigh and smoked again.

“You should visit them. Megumi talks about you all the time, he misses you.”

Gojo took a deep breath and looked down at his feet, crossing his arms tightly. Geto looked at him with an arched eyebrow.

“Look, a new bar has opened in town. What do you say we go there for a drink and catch up?” Just as he finished speaking, the radio in his uniform sounded, alerting him to a new occurrence. “Looks like we'll have to wait for another time.” 

“Hard day?”

“Yes, a very busy one. You must have brought the chaos of the big city with you.” Joked Suguru, finishing his cigarette and dropping it on the floor. “Well, I should go. It was good to see you.”

 “You too. Drive safe.” Satoru reminded, because Suguru was a driving maniac. Geto laughed and shook his head as he remembered something.

“Hey, there's a reunion of old friends this weekend. Just people from school and college. Do you want to come?”

“ I don't know if that would be a good idea.”

“It's nothing formal, just a casual get-together of old friends. We'll have dinner at six at Shells n'Roses and then go to a bar for a drink. It's Saturday, in case you change your mind.” 

Satoru nodded slightly and the men said goodbye with a pat on the back. 

However, even after Geto left, Gojo remained. In the company of the lake and the moon dancing on the water, he rethought his life and his choices. What his life was and what it could be. 

From the window, Emma saw Satoru and, although the man seemed eternally beautiful, with the silver moonlight shining on his white hair, she noticed that he seemed melancholic and quiet compared to who he used to be.

Although compassionate, the woman still felt furious and betrayed by her husband's actions and decided to close the curtains and continue her nightly routine. 

She had already experienced too many emotions for one night. 

Author's Note - Thank you for reading my story and feel free to comment or talk to me! Soon I will post this story over on AO3. If you want to be added to the taglist, please comment on the series masterlist. Bye~

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i've read this one while i was in a trip with friends and i just couldnt get off it as soon as we got to bed every night. it's so sad i get to hate this tae, but it's all worth it!! business aus are great, and this one is my reference everytime ppl ask for ceo!jk 💖

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pairing | jjk x reader genre | ceo!jk, arranged marriage word count | 5.4k

“Do you really have to leave?” Taehyung whispered against your skin, his lips pouting and caressing your bare shoulder. “It’s not like he’s waiting up for you.”

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HEY so i’ve spent a whole night (yeah yeah i started reading this around midnight and right now its 6:20am here) reading this thing. that’s it, got me tangled and shit. god, i love slow burn and i hate to say that i’d love they both and taehyung to make a trio, BUT it turned out so cute that i can let this idea off my mind. this is probably the fluff i needed to keep going with my life, so thanks for writing! you’re amazing

ps: sorry if i don’t make any sense it’s just that i’m sleep deprived as you can see

Call Me A Thief

a/n: Happy birthday Shay @today-we-will-survive​ !!!!! I can’t believe we’ve only celebrated two birthdays of yours thus far. It feels like we’ve been friends forever. Once again I’m going to say that I’m so thankful you’re my friend and thank you for being my rock and sometimes the only person I can talk to. I hope we can celebrate many more years together and that this is your best year yet! Love you - your ghost bestie/ whatever that really long one I never remember is 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader (brief mentions of Jung Hoseok x Reader as a past relationship)

Genre: College AU, e2l, idiots to lovers, angst, fluff 

Word Count: 31.3k

Warnings: mild language, minor self-hatred (more so in the form of self doubt), mentions of drinking but not descriptions, Jimin shows up tipsy, I guess name calling but it’s not that serious, a sick pet for a short minute, oc gets somewhat depressed towards the end but it’s resolved 

Summary: In a series of truly misfortunate events, a thief, a plantnapper and a muse-seeking photographer somehow cross paths on their admittedly huge (40,000 students huge) college campus. At first glance they’re just strangers but the more they get to know each other the more they realize their roots intertwine. If the universe had kept them apart for this long, surely it wouldn’t bring them together for a disaster. Right? 

You’re an idiot. Perhaps that stupidest person you know. I mean how can you steal someone’s bag thinking it’s yours? Especially when your backpack isn’t even black and yet here you are staring blankly at the black backpack that lies limply on the table in front of you. Staring at the bag you blink listlessly at it like maybe if you blink enough times the mirage will fade and your own backpack will be in front of you. And yet several silent moments later the black backpack still sits in front of you. You don’t even know who it could belong to. Your lecture consists of 400 students, the owner of the bag could be any of them. Even worse if you email your professor about it to return the stolen item you’ll be known as the girl who stole it. You’ll be a thief. Exhaling a large sigh you slump down onto the desk in front of you, a large thumping sound ringing through the otherwise silent top floor of the library, those around you unaware of the self-damning thoughts running through your mind. 

“Wake up nerd.” Jimin’s voice says and you don’t even have to look up to know he’s looming above you, enjoying the fact that he’s towering over you for once. Oh the woes of the tiny man with the tiny hands. He pushes your shoulder with said tiny hands and you’re half considering becoming weightless and letting him shove your limp body out of the chair just so the feeling of your ass hitting the hard ground will keep you from thinking about your mistake. You can’t even make fun of Jimin for being a dumb blonde now. Well, you could say he’s killing your brain cells. Your lips quirk up at the thought, placated by the idea of pinning your mistake on your innocent best friend. After all, teasing Jimin is your favorite part of the day. 

“Are you dead!” Jimin whispers and you shoot your head up just to glare at him. 

“Don’t act so excited. Plus if I were to die I would not want to go out in a library. How unglamorous.” 

“It would be rather tasteless wouldn’t it?” He pauses for a minute before his eyes widen. “Not that anything is wrong with dying in a library. I’m sure it’s cool.” He laughs awkwardly and you can’t help but chuckle. Ever since he watched that paranormal activity movie with Yoongi, Jimin is convinced that ghosts are real and that they’re listening to every word he says. Like they’d want to follow around a guy who spends his days trying to find the most incognito insoles and browsing the hair dye section at Walgreens. But alas Jimin has always been a victim of the spotlight effect and if you had to guess would view his life as some sort of reality tv show.

“Hey whose backpack is that? Are you meeting someone?” Jimin asks, nodding to the incriminating black bag still on the table. You groan and are in the midst of throwing your head back onto the table when Jimin forcefully stops you by wrapping his hands around your face. Unfortunately, he miscalculates which results in his palms slapping your cheeks while his fingers dig into your mouth that they’d mistakenly pried open. You sputter and scrunch your face in distaste, making a similar expression to that of a baby that has just tried a lemon. 

“When was the last time you washed your hands?” You screech, unaware of the eyes on you. “I can taste the day old cheeto dust. You’ve infected me!” You whine, taking a swig of your water to gurgle like it’s mouthwash. “I need to eat soap or something.” 

“I’m the victim here! Who knows where your mouth has been. Tell me, when was the last time you saw Jung Hoseok?” Jimin also screeches then proceeds to wince when you smack his arm. 

“You ass! I haven’t seen him since we broke up a year ago, you know that.” Jimin nods while pouting, rubbing the spot on his arm like your slap stung. When he sees you looking at the movement his mouth pulls into a smirk as he rolls up his sleeve to reveal his bicep. 

“Kiss it better?” He teases, yelping and jumping backwards before you can smack him again. 

“You’re insufferable.” 

“Ditto.” 

“No one even says ditto anymore.” You scoff and he just shrugs. 

“I’ll bring it back, after all I’m famous you know?” 

“Just because you got ten likes on your tweet about your ex doesn’t mean you’re famous.” 

“Say that to my 200 followers.” He runs his fingers through his hair, his own version of a hair flip, before returning his attention back to the incriminating item on the table. “So is someone here with you or…” 

“I may have accidentally stolen someone’s backpack thinking it was mine…” You mumble, hoping that Jimin might not hear you. For a moment you think he might not have until you hear wheezing coming from beside you, Jimin practically sprawled across the floor as his laughter comes out in tiny squeaks. “It’s not funny! This is the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done! All the bleach fumes from dying your hair has rotted my brain. This is all your fault Jimin.” You whine, bottom lip jutted and brows furrowed as you take on the expression of a kicked puppy. Jimin pauses for a moment in his laughter to observe your behavior before letting out two more huffs. 

“Aww don’t pout kitkat.” Jimin coos, pinching your cheeks between his chubby fingers as he pulls them back and forth until you crack a smile. His plush lips draw into a smile of their own, his eyes creasing as he gently taps your nose. “See kitkat it’s not that big of a deal. Do you know who it belongs to?” When you shake your head ‘no’ he frowns a little before a mischievous smile pulls at his lips. 

“Well we could always look through it? To find the name of the owner of course.” Of course. Not because you’re nosey bitches or anything. 

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idk if i already reblogged this one and if so i’m sorry, but this is sO GOOD i have to tag it all. angst, smut and fluff at the right times, just well done (and i love crying guys so if anybody wants a crying man here we DO HAVE)

Fall For You (M) | 01

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him. Word Count: 10,764 Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to… A/N: Completely inspired by this vine that I saw months ago that hasn’t left me alone since. Bonus points to those who notice the line of the song in the fic. Extra bonus points to those who recognize the Hamilton reference

Part 02. Part 03 + Drabbles

If you were being completely honest, your issue with Jeon Jungkook began years before university.

You’d grown up close to each other, his house was right across from yours but you’d hated him from the moment you met in primary school. He’d joined you and your friends in a game of truth or dare during recess, and his dare for you had been to race him from one end of the playground to the other. You had tripped, cutting your knees open but he’d continued running, winning before realizing you weren’t behind him anymore. Only by that time, the teacher had gotten to you and you’d spent the rest of primary school glaring at Jungkook whenever he was in your sights, childishly blaming him for your scars.

Of course, you didn’t hold that grudge still. Your first year of university had just started, and it would be petty and pathetic of you to still hate him for that reason. But Jungkook had given you several more reasons to hate him throughout your years of schooling.

You’d watched throughout middle and high school as Jungkook grew from a cheeky, cocky kid, into an even cockier young man. He’d never cared much for his grades, choosing instead to throw parties with his friends, to ditch class occasionally, and rile up any girls he chose. You stayed away from him, attending different parties and sticking with your small group of friends, and by the second year of high school Jungkook became one of the most well known players of the town.

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Christmas is one of my favorite seasons (we have Carnival, hey), so certainly holiday fanfics will always have a place in my heart. This one specially hit me and it’s too cute to be true (can’t take my eyes off of youuuuu) and I really liked it.

let it snow | kth

part of the once upon a holiday collab with @underthejoon​ @fantasybangtan​ @kpopfanfictrash​ @lamourche​ @hobidreams​ and @junghelioseok​!

summary⇢ it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well…that’s definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized. pairing⇢ taehyung/reader word count⇢ 18.8k 😩🤦🏽‍♀️  rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | fluff | fwb!au | snowed in!au warnings⇢ sexual content, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, a decent amount of netflix and chilling because they’re stuck in the house and horny, a lot of domesticity because mmm, that’s that good stuff 😌, angst, pininggggg

a/n⇢ it’s finally here!! 🙌🏾 i really procrastinated and let it fester until i was forced to churn 19k out in a couple weeks, huh ☠️☠️ classic me lmao. here’s to better planning in the new year! 🤣mood for this fic is this. hope you enjoy! 😊

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MASTERPOST

  BTS x Reader longfic | idolverse au, uber driver!Reader, translator!Reader | Fluff, flirting, super slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, mature themes and eventual smut 

Status: ongoing

Rating: Teen (for now - will have eventual smut, which will change the rating)

Summary: Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right? What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking.

Word Count: approximately 92k (so far) 

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Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25 - SPECIAL

Chapter 26

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desolate (1)

— summary: you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you’re not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

— pairing: cat hybrid yoongi x  reader

— genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut

— word count: 2.7k Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part nine Part ten (M) Part eleven Part twelve Part thirteen Part fourteen (M)

“A hybrid?” You barely hold back a cough, the sandwich you were eating getting caught in your throat at your coworkers surprising words.

“Don’t sound so surprised Y/N, this isn’t the first time we’ve talked about this,” Jihyo rolls her eyes, pushing her water bottle closer to you as she notices you struggling. You quickly take a sip, the cool water soothing your irritated throat.

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