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disaster-bay-leaf · 3 years

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Ok so these were the cutest~ (ㆁωㆁ)

4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 19, 22, 23, 28, 33, 34, 46, 47, 52, 59, 60, 63, 66, 83, 87, 88, 93, 99

I kno I listed like....all of them lmao but feel free to answer whichever you want and ofc you can ask me in return Baybe ( ◜‿◝ )♡

uHUHUHUHU much content for me to answer, im happy bebe 💜💜💜✨

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

hm coffee either Very Black No Sugar (for the sleep deprived me) or iced latte three sugars and theres no in between

and as for tea its All Black Teas That Exist, cinnamon-flavoured especially (but basically all teas that come to mind when u think “autumn”), and rooibos!!! okay basically the only oke i dont like is any type of green tea (which is sad because they look cool but my tastebuds said ✨no✨)

6 - do you keep plants?

honestly id l o v e too because i love plants but,,, im kinda horrible at taking care of them though still way better than the majority of my family (research helps) so the only plant i own is kinda a small-palm-tree-looking thing in a bigass glass jar that i saved from my mother’s plant-destructing hands and its mostly doing well (the ends of its leaves are starting to be yellow tho and im worried:((( )

7 - do you name your plants?

yes!!! though the current one was named by my sister and its called “pickett” after fantastic beasts shsjjsj

9 - do you like singing/humming to yourself?

oh god oh dude you have n o idea

i have absolutely n o singing voice but its something i do constantly to give my brain the right amount of stimuli so basically i listen to music 24/7 and hum to myself 99% of that time

12 - whats your favourite planet?

oh i actually didnt think about this for so long but either pluto (hes a planet screw nasa) or saturn (RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) or venus (girls,,,and libra,,,)

19 - do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?

okay im gonna be completely honest with yall and say that my every single try at keeping a journal failed spectacularly and i lost motivation after like a few months so my only journals rn are my fancy fake-leather-bound calendar to note tests and assessments into, a kinda roughed up notebook that i uses for noting down poems or scribbling or passing notes in class, and a kinda fancy bullet journal notebook that i used as a book of shadows for a while but since my fountain pen died i didnt touch it

22 - are you a morning person?

n o

i am so not a morning person but i wish i could be because honestly dawns are beautiful

but as it is rn im either sleep deprived all the time and loathe every second of being in an awake state or (if i have a few days of schoolbreak) my biological clock moves forward a few hours and i sleep 2am-10am

23 - whats your favourite thing to do on lazy days with zero obligations?

except for the fact that i dont remember the last time it happened, i would probably spend it drawing outside, watching anime with my sister and riding a bike around the forest

28 - sunrise or sunset?

i love sunrises because its so peaceful and everyone is asleep but also i subconsciously immediately correlate them with waiting for a train to take me to school (because thats basically the only time i see them) so its a bittersweet love especially with my fucked up biological clock

but sunsets are really really pretty too and i see them more often so i cant choose

33 - whats your fave pastry?

and isnt that a millior-dollar question dhsjjsjsj

either cinnamon rolls (i absolutely adore them) or that one specific type of cupcake-shaped-thing made out of shortcrust/bread/whatever its called and filled with vanilla pudding

34 - tell us about a stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

awwww this is cute

okay so basically my two favourite stuffed animals (i still have them, they sit in my wardrobe) were two teddy bears (like maybe 20cm high each of them) and one was pure brown and the other was silver-brown and they had stereotypical polish male names “Waldek” (read. Valdek) and Stefan (i think tho im not sure if i remember correctly, my memory is a feeble thing sometimes

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of

what dog would never bite you? a hot dog *badumtss*

47 - what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

huh a year ago id say pineapple pizza but i guess i dont hate pineapples that much anymore (tho putting them on pizza is still an abomination) but i think that if id ever want to get rid of anything it would be parsley, i hate that freakin herb (does it count as food tho)

52 - what are your favourite memes of the year so far?

the ever given for sure shsjshjsjsjsjjsj

but bullying tramp stamps is gold and pure tumblr energy too

as for fandom memes: im in love with all keeping-up-with-the-todorokis variations and the fact that the entire bsd fandom looked at fukuchi and said “biTCH” and thats one of the only things we’re unanimous about

59 - whats your favourite myth?

i always liked the kora/persephone myth (though demeter is an overbearing parent to the nth power), loki and thor crossdressing at a party to get mjolnir back, atalanta because shes a queen and id politely ask her to kick my ass, and cassandra because she deserved better, and theres a l o t more because alas i was a mythology nerd but this post is long enough for me not to make this section 20 times longer sjjsjsjsjsjks

but there are a lot of slavic myths that are very cool too, though we dont know that much about them as about the greeks for example

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

o o o o h yeah i do like poetry because to create such a beautifully sounding thing with only words someone has to be a genius

some of my favs are: some works of nakahara chuuya (thank u bsd for introducing me to this man’s beautiful imagery in his works i swear to god the descriptions do it for me) (also his poem about having hangovers is a mood like i feel you buddy), the raven by ea poe (i know everyone likes it but hOLY DAMN THE INTER/INTRAVERSE RHYMES ARE LIKE,,, BREATHTAKING) (and aso im a slut for gothic horror), and many more but also That One Poem From Welcome To Nightvale about reaching the island in the west,,, only perfect vibes from it

63 - are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be?

okay heres the thing. for anyone else both my playlist library and my bookshelf would be considered pure chaos of a mad man b u t they actually have a highly focused system which means that i sort them based on their vibes, lovability and (in case of books) their age and whether or not theyre a part of a series so i would say my bookshelf is rather organised (when a quarter of it isnt occupying my desk that is) and my music is more organised than not but sometimes it gets out of control and i have to sort it entirely again

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

either entirely constructed of simple white daisies, entirely constructed of only white roses, or something that probably would win a “how many different coloured flowers can one fit in a flower crown” competition

or something purple (maybe not belladonna)

83 - whats some of your favourite album art?

god i dont know if it counts but hozier’s wasteland baby is probably one of my absolute favourites and no one shall beat that

“thrifted youth” (dalynn) and “standard deviation” (danny schmidt) have very aesthetic covers too

also the iconic p!atd too weird to live, too rare to die! album cover,,, its just iconic what can i say

and last but not least matt meason’s pink-and-black album covers (though bank on the funeral is really pretty too but like,,, “who killed matt meason” d o e s it for me and so does the 2017 tribulation single)

87 - what are some movies that you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

this is such a hard question because im not a really cinematography-oriented gal but i suppose that (at the risk of not going deep enough into the cinema world):

- the princess bride

- inception

- night at the museum

- SPIRITED AWAY

- forrest gump

- truman show

- E.T. (i cried okay)

- the lord of the rings (because damn me if this isnt one impressive adaptation)

- parasite

and one more personal recommendation: “ready or not” with samara weaving because goddamn i dont usually watch this genre but holy s h i t is it good

93 - whats the hairstyle you wear the most?

honestly just plain hair down (because having curly hair is a menace), split in the middle when i have longer hair and split on one side when its short

also low ponytails or half-up-half-down when im exercising, or double french braids when my hair doesnt cooperate enough to look presentable in any other form

99 - list some songs that resonate with your soul whenever you hear them

this is difficult because my music taste is a goddamn rollercoaster on a good day, but heres some:

- me and the sky from “come from away” musical (this is sort of a test song for my mental stability, if i cry i aint stable)

- dancing after death by matt meason (okay most songs by matt meason except for like,,, hallucinogenics maybe)

- tears and rain by james blunt

- i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie

- almost home by mxmtoon

- anything by hozier really but shrike especially

- payphone, the cover by alex g (i cried to this song so many times)

- burning pile by mother mother (can i roast all my problems please)

- long way from home and cleopatra by the lumineers

- autoclave by the mountain goats

oooh that was c o o o o o o o l as fuck thank you sm so much bebe (and sorry for the long post @everyone else)

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be-the-spark-flyboy · 4 years

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Could Use Some Love

Call It What You Want (2/?)

Series masterlist

Pairing: Med student!Poe x Reader (college AU)

A/N: This got wayyyy out of hand, and i apologize for nothing. Also this took so long cos i came up with a plot, hated it, then changed the whole plot, hated it again and now i have no plot and im just gonna see where this takes me :( what is canon I don’t her

Chapter summary: Due a broken heater situation, you end up crashing at Rey, Finn and Poe’s residence.

Word count: ~2.7k

You’ve been having an absolutely horrible week. And it is Wednesday. Work had been piling up in your internship firm, as well as in college. You’d barely slept for a total of 3 hours in the last two days and needless to say, you were totally exhausted. You had barely gotten back from work when your supervisor had called you to dump more work on you.

Great, another sleepless night.

Your tiny apartment was eerily quiet without your roommate Jessika. She told you she was staying over at her boyfriend's place for the night. It wasn’t the first time it had happened but, you hated staying alone in your apartment, especially at night.

The snow falling outside and the temperature rapidly falling in your own house did nothing to improve your mood. You pulled you knitted blanket tighter around yourself as another shiver racked through your body from the cold. Was the heater even working? It had been giving you problems for some time now, you were pretty sure it was already working way past its expectancy. You made a mental note to talk to your landlord about it, turning your attention back to your work.

Minutes pass and it only gets colder. Now it got to the point you couldn’t put your feet on the ground without recoiling. It wasn’t a good sign at all. You reach for your fuzzy slippers and pad across the room, still in your blanket, to the thermostat.

The thermostat display was working fine, but it seemed the heater wasn’t. After several minutes of walking back and forth to the heater and thermostat and several google searches later, you come to the conclusion that your heater was broken. And there was nothing you could do about it at this hour.

Your eyes well up from the frustration, a few tears falling. You try taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself, but the cold air only stings your lungs, reminding you of your predicament, mocking you. You go back to the couch, sitting cross-legged and rocking back and forth as you mind reels.

It was too cold for you to spend the night without a working heater. It was times like this that makes you want to smack yourself for not being able to make more friends. All you have is Jessika, who won’t be able to help you out right now, and Rey, who stayed with Finn and Poe in an apartment just nearby. You could ask Rey if you can crash on her couch for the night, but you felt like you were bothering her.

You had never been over to their place, despite knowing them for months now. Finn and Rey had invited you over a few times before but you always had some excuse to not go. You just weren’t that great with people, even if it was people you knew and care about.

You honestly didn’t know why Rey tried so hard to stick around you. You never made it very easy for anyone to be your friend. Your naturally aloof nature had made sure of it. Jessika has been the only one who had stuck around since middle school, and when both of you ended up in the same college, you jumped at the chance to room with your best friend.

You rub your eyes, picking up your phone. The time shows 1 am as your finger hovers above the call button on Rey’s contact. Just do it you have no choice, you try to convince yourself as you hit the call button.

---

The doorbell rings you stuff a few extra clothing and your laptop in a bag, just as Rey had instructed. You go to open the door, wrapped up in an overcoat, and hoping you don’t look as much of a mess as you feel. But Finn catches sight of your puffy red-rimmed eyes and immediately pulls you into a hug. The warmth is welcoming after feeling cold for so long, and you gladly fall into the embrace.

Thankfully Rey was still awake when you called. The second she had picked up the phone, the tears started flowing freely as the stress of the whole week hit you at once. She had managed to calm you down until you sounded coherent enough to tell her what your problem was. Both Rey and Finn were both willing to let you take up the guestroom in their apartment for as long as you needed. Rey told you she was picking you up and Finn had insisted he come along since it wasn’t safe for the two of you to be alone in this weather. They had basically shut down any apologies you sent their way, insisting it wasn’t any trouble for them.

“Rey’s waiting in the car,” Finn informs you. You sling your bag onto your shoulder. “You good to go?”

---

The first thing you noticed when you stepped into the ridiculously large living room, was the cityscape. Tiny lights twinkling in buildings as the snow fell, softer than feathers. It looked like a scene from the movies.

You can’t help the woah that you breathe out at the sight before you. You’re aware of exactly how stupid you look standing there, mouth agape, but you can’t help it. The entire apartment looks gorgeous.

Rey giggles at your expression, dragging you along to the guest bedroom. Which, unsurprisingly, is almost as big as your entire apartment. Settling your things on the table, Rey sits on the bed, gesturing for you to take a seat as well.

“You better now?” She asks flinging an arm around your shoulder. “You can stay here as long as you like, don’t worry I’m not expecting you to pay me or anything.” She jokes. “You know you can ask me if you need anything, right?”

It’s an effort not to start sobbing at her kind words. You lean your head against her shoulder. “You’re too nice to me Rey, not everyone would do this for anyone.”

Rey chuckles, “Firstly, you’re not just anyone, you’re one of us now,” she pulls back, holding your face in her hands. “And secondly, you would do the exact same thing if our positions were reversed.” You just nod, too dumb to say anything.

“Finn and Poe stay upstairs. I haven’t Poe since morning, he locked himself in his room, studying for some test I think,” she engulfs you in a bear hug before getting up. “Just knock on my door if you need anything, I’m right next door. And there are some snacks in the kitchen if you’re hungry. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

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It is 3 am and Poe, utterly exhausted after an entire day of cramming for his hematology test which was probably still going to kick his ass, finally pulls his headphones off his ears. He thinks he surely looks as tired as he feels. The whole room is a mess of books, notes and granola bar wrappers strewn around, an empty coffee pot and mug on the table. He tells himself he’d clean it up tomorrow, after getting some sleep and food in his system. His stomach growls, reminding him of his hunger again and he collects the coffee pot and the wrappers and sets off to the kitchen to get something to eat before heading to bed.

His phone lays forgotten on his bedside table. He doesn’t feel like picking it up, already anticipating the number of missed texts and calls he would've received from his girlfriend. Studying medicine was hard work and time-consuming. It was easier to just pretend like his phone didn’t exist sometimes rather than try to explain to Sarah why he needed the whole day to study. He’d deal with her wrath later.

Poe sighs heavily treading down the staircase. The living room is dark and empty as expected, but there’s light coming from the kitchen. A small part of him couldn’t help but feel thankful for that. He wasn’t scared of the dark per se, but the recent horror movie had led him to question some of his life decisions. Like whether it was worth being friends with Finn and Rey. He probably would’ve walked out of the theater within less than an hour if you weren’t there, holding his hand. The memory brings a smile to his face.

Imagine his surprise when he sees you. He expected to see Finn or Rey at the kitchen, but there you are sitting at the dining table, a frown on your face as you click away at your laptop.

Was he hallucinating?

—-

You are sitting cross-legged on one of the dining table chairs. Your laptop sat on the table, alongside a few detail plans spread out, as you edit your drawings. The table in the guest room wasn’t big enough to fit the large plan drawings. So you had moved to the dining table since everyone had already gone to sleep.

You feel like you have stepped into an alternate universe where everything feels new to you. The view of the city through the full height glass window was just so breathtaking, but the large living room only feels emptier and somehow colder than your small apartment, even with a working heater. Regardless, you slowly slip into your own rhythm getting more accustomed to the almost eerie silence.

You startle when Poe calls out your name. “What are you doing here?” You look up and oh god he looks adorable. His hair is tousled and he pushes a few curls back from his face trying to tame it. He’s smiling at you, brown eyes sparkling, and it makes you feel all soft and warm inside and- and he just asked you a question. And you are just staring at him like a creep instead of answering.

“Oh, hey Poe!” You try not to cringe at yourself, hoping he hadn’t noticed you staring. Poe grimaces when you explain your whole heater situation to him.

“Well, I hope you’re comfortable,” he says. “Don’t mind me, I’ll be back in my room soon enough,” he smiles again, moving to walk past you. You hear him rummaging around in the kitchen for a few moments.

You mentally slap yourself, feeling like such an asshole. He has a girlfriend, for god’s sake. No matter how much Finn and Rey seemed to hate his girlfriend, you still feel guilty for thinking of Poe as anything other than a friend. You cuddled him in a movie theater, christ. You resist the urge to slap yourself on your forehead. What were you thinking?

For someone who just said ‘don’t mind me’, he makes it pretty hard to ignore his presence. He is back at the table and takes a seat, curiously frowning at the plan laid out before you. His cereal bowl is on the table before him, carefully placed away from the papers you had spread out. You continue your work, trying not to get too distracted by the man beside you.

“What are you doing?” Poe asks you. So you explain to him the long-winded process of the schematic drawing before you and how you need to add in the changes marked out to the 3D model in your laptop. You’re pretty sure you are rambling halfway through it, but Poe seemed to be interested enough, occasionally asking you more questions here and there. Explaining your work becomes complaining about it and soon you find yourself exchanging internship horror stories with him.

Halfway through your conversation, you hear a patter of tiny footsteps and the cutest corgi you’ve ever seen emerges from the hall. Poe immediately perks up at its arrival scooping the ecstatic canine into his arms. “Buddy! Why aren’t you sleeping?” The corgi paws at his shirt, barking and licking his face. Poe laughs, scratching its fur, “I missed you too, buddy.” You can’t take your eyes off the scene unfolding before you, heart swelling at the interaction, you’re sure you’re making heart eyes at them.

Once the corgi calms down enough for Poe to comfortably hold it in his arms, he turns his attention back to you. “This is Beebee,” he introduces his corgi to you, “My son,” You laugh and Beebee tilts his head inquisitively, looking up at you with his sparkling brown eyes. Like father like son, you think.

The bowl of cereal lays forgotten on the table as the two of you continue chatting. Well, he does most of the talking as you continued on with your work, your attention mostly focused on Poe regardless. He absentmindedly pets Beebee, who is now dozing off on his lap.

“He’s a big baby, can’t live alone. Honestly, I think anyone would go insane if they lived here alone,” Poe concludes his story of how Finn had practically begged him and Rey to come to live with him. Poe is your senior by two years and had been staying in a dorm before Finn started college.

“Big baby huh? Says the one who can’t watch a demon on a screen without looking like he’s going to cry,” you snicker, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“They’re just really scary okay? I don’t how you can sleep after watching things like that,”. He grimaces, holding Beebee closer. “Great, now I’m thinking about demons,”

“Oh no! Quick, think about something else,”

“About what? Ask me something,”

“Um... okay, how did you meet Finn and Rey?” you ask him.

“Oh that’s a long story,” and so he begins the tale of how both his parents, Shara Bey and Kes, were in the Air Force where they met and fell in love and-

“Wait, are you giving me your entire biography?” You interrupt him.

“No no, it’s relevant, trust me,” he assures you before continuing. Queue the entrance of a new character named Han, who was their best friend and was married to Leia Organa, who would become his godmother-

“Wait, Leia Organa?” You gasp, “Senator Organa is your godmother?”

“Great so you’ve heard of her-” you don’t even let him finish his sentence again.

“Heard of her? I've been a huge fan since the time she crushed the Vader dude during that debate,” he chuckles before continuing.

The story takes a somber turn when he tells you that his mother passed away due to an illness when he was 8 years old. He quickly skims over that part before telling you about going to live with his godmother in an obscenely rich neighborhood, since his father was away too much due to his work. Leia’s son Ben, apparently, was the resident asshole of the place, who hated Poe for reasons unknown to him. So Poe had resorted to making friends with the two younger children living across the house instead.

It’s an endearing story, which could’ve been told with lesser detail, in half the time. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy listening to him talk.

It’s a miracle that you are almost done with your work. Its almost 4.30 am and it occurs to you that you’ve been keeping Poe for quite some time. You see him trying to stifle a yawn in between words as he tries to narrate the story of how Finn had broken his arm trying to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night.

“Poe, don’t you have classes in the morning? Don’t you need to sleep?”

Poe feigns offense, “Am I boring you?”

“No,” you laughed. “I stay up all alone sometimes, and it gets very lonely, so thank you for keeping me company.” You answer sincerely. You are pretty sure Poe is beaming, but that could also be the side effect of not getting much sleep for days. Well at least you can sleep in tomorrow, and the guestroom bed looked really inviting. “But, you also really need to sleep,”

“Well my classes only start after lunch tomorrow- I mean today, so I still have time to sleep,” he stifles another yawn with the back of his hand. “Actually, you’re right, I need to sleep,”

BB8 is asleep, snoring lightly on his lap when he finally relents. He scoops up the corgi in one hand and the mostly empty bowl of soggy cereal on the other, dropping it in the kitchen sink.

“Good night, or is it morning already?” He flashes you a grin that makes your insides flutter.

You chuckled, “See you later, Poe,”

You’re so fucked.

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hayjeon · 7 years

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Give and Take [M] (ft. Taehyung) | 01 prologue

→ friendswithbenefits!au with a twist (edging, oral, overstimulation, uh some really dirty shit, and oh yeah, Taehyung teaching you sex) → 12.6k (oneshot) → part 1 | part 2 | part 3

A/N: sorry im such a sinner omg but thank you so much for 1k followers + 1k notes on You Who! This is a surprise upload :) Enjoyyyyyyyyy

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Your thighs are trembling, but he just gives you a glare and continues lazily moving his fingertips against your skin, dipping a knuckle into your heat before slightly pressing his thumb over your clit.

And repeat.

“Taehyung,--fuck--please.” You moan, straining against the neckties that bind you to his headboard.

He props up his chin in his hand in between your legs and glares up at you. The hand in between your legs stills and you groan at the lack of sensation, and clench your teeth. He rolls his eyes. “Can you take this or not?”

You let out a breath, calming your heavy breaths before loosening your grip on the binds and letting your body relax a bit. Closing your eyes and swallowing your dry throat, you speak up. Your voice is small and hoarse from the previous hour of exertion. “I-I can.”

“Good. I thought so.”

He doesn’t say anything and returns his gaze to your center, lowering his lips against your core and thickly running his tongue up your slit, and settling on your clit to suck hard. You cry out, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you arch your back. Your body is reacting on its own, unsure of whether to press itself closer to the heat from his mouth and take the pleasure he’s giving you, or to shy away from the onslaught of an orgasm.

A heavy hand comes down on your hip bone and presses down, rooting you to his bed. He mutters, “You need to learn how to stay still. Buck up again and I won’t let you come for another week.”

You swallow thickly, eyes rolling back as you drop to the sheets, trying to keep your body as limp as possible. He’s not joking. You focus your entire mind on trying not to buck up again, but it’s difficult when he ducks down again and presses another long, hard suck to your clit before flattening his tongue against it to soothe it. A long finger comes tentatively into your core and you moan loudly when it slides in with no difficulty and presses immediately to the spot that makes your mind go blank.

Taehyung can feel how you tighten around his finger, and so he reaches up to grasp your breast, pinching the nipple and running his thumb over it because he knows you’re extremely sensitive there.

Well, to put it correctly, you were sensitive everywhere, he notes with a pause. But he wasn’t about to admit how much that excited him and made his dick twitch in his tight jeans. So he moves his finger faster against you and watches up from between your legs as you throw your head back and your fists clench against the neckties from his high school uniforms he used to bind you to the wooden bars on his bed.

“T-taehyung,” you begin, and trail off into a moan, and he knows without you having to say it, that its a question of permission. So he grits out against your skin, “Hold it Y/N, wouldn’t want to look like you can’t handle this much for him, don’t you?”

The feeling of his finger inside of you, his thumb on your nipple, his tongue against your clit, and the vibrations of his deep growl against your skin is now too overwhelming. But his words tear you back into reality.

The both of you, somehow along the way, had become partners, sexually. But contrary to normal progressions of a regular relationship, you and Taehyung were not dating, nor in love, nor flirting, nor anything but friends. But neither was it just for the pleasure, just a friends with benefits relationship that many would assume. No, Taehyung was teaching you for someone else.

It all started when you two were paired up for the horrid end-of-the-year-shitsignment, from what everyone called it, from Mr. Kim’s class in Engineering 160. It was a two-person project that basically was about 40% of the entire grade, for the class that was pivotal in your graduation credits for college. And to your best luck, you were paired up with Kim Taehyung, sex-on-legs, has-a-long-list-of-girls-he-fucked, fuckboy of the century. You’d avoided him and his friends like the plague during your first two years of college, holing yourself up in your room, determined to get perfect grades and graduate this horrible shit hole and move onto a better place like Google or something.

But cue two weeks of being rude to him and assuming he was a good-for-nothing asshole, but then becoming surprised at how diligent he was and how okay of a friend and guy he was outside the public eye. And so after two more weeks of spending every waking moment together and an A+ later, you and Taehyung had forged some sort of friendship.

One that wasn’t really typical. The perfect small-town girl with straight A’s ever since elementary school had become a sort of sidekick to the one guy on campus no girl could resist. But you stayed with him because you realized underneath the cockiness and the sex drive, was just a boy who was really kind and sort of funny at times. But also fucking smart, and after a few moments with him, he was quick to catch on to your little crush.

“Oh my god, you’re in love with him?” He asked, looking up from his graph table to watch you staring off into the entrance where six boys were fooling around quite loudly. Laughing, he tipped back in his chair, drawing attention from the others in the library this late at night.

“Shut up!” You hissed, throwing your pencil at him.

“Wow! This is gold, the innocent virginity-on-two-legs is in love with Jeon Jeongguk, the guy on campus who’d fuck anything on two legs?!” At your glare, he held up two hands in defense, “And that’s coming from me, which says a lot about his sexcapades.”

You roll your eyes and duck your head as you pretend to focus on the article about cloud software engineering. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you snap, “get back to your work, this project isn’t gonna do itself.”

He smirks, setting his chair legs down with a bang. “Well said, my friend. Cause neither are you. Jeon Jeongguk only does girls who are, how do I say this, skilled in that department. So unless you find a way to do yourself, then I’d say forget about it.”

“Agh, Kim Taehyung will you shut the fuck up and finish?” You hiss, unable to really say anything back. He was a really fun guy to be around until these moments where he started acting like his fuckboy friends.

“That’s what she said.” He quipped before returning to drawing another model on the table. And you returned home that night, wondering if what he said was actually true and if you really didn’t have an inkling of a chance with Jeon Jeongguk unless you were laid.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were a virgin. You were a top student, only focusing on getting your grades perfect and your extracurriculars in top shape before coming to this really nice university, only to rinse and repeat. And now you were a junior, 21 years into your life and you could swear your crotch probably had cobwebs or something because you’ve never done anything sexual in your life.

So it was the night after your professor returned your projects and you accepted the excited hug that Taehyung gave you and his invite to some celebratory drinks at the A+ grade you both received.

Maybe it was after you got piss drunk and couldn’t really see where you were going and ended up crashing into an even drunker Jeongguk who mistook you as his girlfriend and kissed the heck out of you. Maybe it was the way his tongue moved against you and slipped past your lips as he pressed you against the wall set a fire in your stomach that you couldn’t quench. Maybe it was the way you stumbled into Taehyung, who was really warm and the shorts and t-shirt you had on wasn’t really doing much to keep you insulated in the air-conditioned frat house.

But nonetheless, you murmured something into his ear that changed the course of your friendship forever.

“Kim Taehyung, please teach me how to be good at sex.” You drawled into his ear.

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed, grabbing you away from his body and looking down at your red cheeks and your dinky smile. “Are you okay? Y/N? Hello?”

You shook him off, “I’m fine! I’m just asking you to please fuck me.” You reached for another cup of beer and he yanked it out of your reach. “Christ, Y/N, you’re fucking drunk as shit. Let’s get you home.”

“No, Taehyung! I’m serious!” You whined, tipping over dangerously as he steadied you. “I don’t know who else I trust and who else to ask. Just, just please, help me cause I don’t know shit about anything and I just wanna date him and ‘m gonna die a virgin like you tease m’ about all the damn time ‘nd if this doesn’t happen then ‘m doomed.” You slur, before you completely grow limp in his arms and pass out.

Gritting his jaw, he looks over into the living room, where he sees Jeon Jeongguk making out with his girlfriend of the week, who’s dressed quite similarly to you, and figures out by your smeared lip gloss what’s happened. Rolling his eyes, he leans down and grabs your back and legs, tucking you under his chin as he carries you upstairs into an empty room. He’d just explain to Seokjin later why he ended up sleeping in one of the spare frat rooms.

But he tucked you in and laid next to you, promising himself he would just rest his eyes a little bit, but then all of a sudden he’s waking up the next morning, groggy and hungover as fuck, and you’re staring at him with determination.

“I meant what I said last night, Taehyung.”

Rubbing his face, he sighs. “Are you serious? Where did this come from? It’s not like you to ask me stuff like this. We’ve only been friends for what, two months?”

You nod furiously, “I know. But I really trust you, because you’ve been nothing but kind and real with me. And I need someone like that to teach me, to tell me what to do better and let me know when I’m not doing something right.”

When he doesn’t respond, a look of sheer determination comes over your features and Taehyung gawks as you whip off your shirt to reveal a cute little lace bralette that has his heart racing and his dick hardening even more. “Is it cause you don’t think I’m attractive?” Your lip trembles at his unreadable expression, and your expression falls as you slowly move to retrieve your discarded shirt.

But he grabs your wrist with a growl and presses you into the sheets before the feeling of regret can wash over you and convince your mind that maybe this wasn’t a good idea, as he glares down at you. “No, Y/N, are you fucking kidding me? That’s not why.”

“Then why won’t you take my virginity Taehyung?” You whisper up at him, still a bit hungover and still a bit nervous.

He groans at how soft your voice gets, the whisper doing horrible things to his morning hard-on. It also doesn’t help that you look absolutely breathtaking even in the morning and a raging hangover.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. You deserve more than me, you deserve a nice husband to put a ring on it first and then take your virginity, you deserve dates and flowers and shit like that. Shit I can’t do, won’t do, for anyone.”

You mull his words over and shake your head. “That’s not what I’m asking for. I don’t care about all of that. You once told me every guy always wants to have a friend who he can have sex with, no strings attached? But then like the movies, someone always ends up messing up and falling?” He nods in response, confused at where you’re taking this.

“Well, then here’s your opportunity. It’ll be give and take. You teach me how to be good at sex so I can finally date Jeongguk, and I can do my best to be a good fuck buddy. And you won’t have to worry about me catching feelings cause you’ll know the reason we started this in the first place.”

And maybe Taehyung is still a little drunk from the night before, or maybe even a little lightheaded at the way you smell really really good even after becoming drunk enough to pass out. Maybe its the way he gets a little competitive, knowing that this is one of the few times, he gets to fuck a girl first before Jeon Jeongguk gets to her. And maybe your offer is a little too enticing for him after weeks of not being able to get some because of the stupid project.

So he swoops down with a groan and presses his mouth to you, and although he doesn’t yet take your virginity that morning, he kisses and fingers you into your first orgasm, marking your deal with a silent promise.

The overwhelming urge to orgasm draws you back into your thoughts and you breathe heavily as your back arches again and you try and twist your hips away from his mouth. But his large hand splays over your stomach, anchoring you to the bed and preventing you from doing anything but take the pleasure he’s giving you.

You’re trembling and crying at this point, desperate to come, but afraid that if you do, he’ll prolong his so-called lesson into hours and hours of torture like that one time you were accidentally too loud and his roommate had caught on to your relationship.

Taehyung notices the signs, your eyes screwing shut and your head tipped back in a silent cry, your fingers clenching and unclenching at the head of the bed, and your stomach muscles trembling at the onslaught of his tongue on your clit. He knows that if he flicks his fingers against your spot one time, presses the flat of his tongue against you roughly, you’ll be coming in no time. So he slows down, gives you a little bit of slack as the quick movements of his lips against your core detach and press against your thigh as he catches his own breath, smirking at the way you sigh in relief.

The fingers inside of you slow down and just run lightly over your trembling pussy, applying enough pressure to keep you on edge, but retreating enough to give you a break.

“Good job,” He murmurs as your trembles decrease into light shudders and your whimpers fade into rushed pants. Glancing at his watch, he presses a congratulatory kiss onto your engorged clit, ripping a surprised cry from your throat. “Congrats, you held your orgasm for ten minutes.”

“Now let me show you how it’s really done.”

He lowers himself and returns to your core with newfound intensity, pressing the flat of his tongue against you and his upper lip sucking against your clit in the process. His fingers enter you again, crooking upwards to find your spot and pressing against it in harmony with the movements of his tongue.

In seconds, he draws you straight up to the edge again, minutes of endless teasing and edging has you as tight as a wire and your body is screaming for release. And Taehyung rewards just that.

The heavy hand on your hip drops underneath your bum in a sign of approval for you to move, and your heels immediately dig into his back as you angle your hips up to his mouth in desperation to come. You can literally feel him smile against your core as he chuckles, the vibrations hurtling you straight up to the pinnacle.

“Come, Y/N,” he grits against you and moves his tongue even faster against you and everything explodes as the orgasm you’d been chasing for the past half hour finally comes, and it doesn’t disappoint.

Taehyung lets you grind against him as you come, your thighs shaking and your arms numb as they strain against the binds. It washes over you in intense waves, you body trembling as the muscles in your stomach relax, and as your back arches in the sheer pleasure coursing throughout your body. You’re moaning and sighing and you lose control of your volume as the best orgasm in your life is still overwhelming your senses.

Taehyung moves his tongue against you when he notices you calming down from the orgasm, both hands firmly pressing down into your hipbones and rooting you to the bed as he continues his onslaught on your throbbing core.

You literally scream, tears springing up at the overstimulation of your senses and your instinct is to cringe away from the overwhelming immediacy of his movements, but the lanky boy is surprisingly strong as he grunts against your squirming hips and anchors you even harder against the sheets.

The pleasure begins to border on pain and the mixture has you biting your lip so hard it feels like it’s going to bleed and your fingernails pressing into your palms as you ball your fists in a haphazard effort to somehow escape the knots in the neckties. Only when you croak out, “T-too much! Too much! Taehyung, please! Too much!” He breaks away with a smirk, licking his lips with satisfaction and dotting kisses up your belly and up to your breasts with a satisfied groan.

He kneels up between your legs and watches with growing arousal at the way you still tremble, your arms and legs twitching at the intensity of this lesson, torso dotted with his hickeys and wetness shining in between your thighs. Your dainty little wrists are red at the straining against the binds and he smirks as he thinks about how you were going to hide the marks from Jeongguk whenever you were taking your tests or writing down notes.

Leaning up, he releases you from the binds, thanking his lucky stars that he, whilst complaining, had retained at least some useful information from the boy scouts on tying good knots. Except that probably wasn’t the whole point of the respected activity, but you know, whatever justifies the means.

He licks his lips clean, and sucks on his digits as you open your eyes. He watches as your tired lids flutter at the erotic sight of him licking your wetness from his fingers and he takes the time to lick every single one of them clean before walking over to the restroom and grabbing a towel for you.

He wipes you clean, gently enough to prevent you from cringing away from his touch, and makes sure you’re nice and comfortable before straightening up and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He covers your body with his thin sheets, as he smirks down at you. “Now thats how you achieve an awesome orgasm. That’s what edging feels like.”

“I fucking hate you, Taehyung,” you groan, wincing as you struggle to sit up. “That wasn’t only edging.”

He laughs at your state and reaches over to help you sit up against his pillows. “Oh right, might’ve sprinkled in some overstim in there too, but who knows?” He gives you a cheeky shrug and dodges your kick.

You glare at him, but it all fades into a laugh as you lean in for a quick kiss, pressing your lips against his as a thank you. You cradle his chin in your hand, stroking the soft skin there and coaxing his jaw to open as you lick at his lips. You tentatively prod your tongue at the seam of his lips, before retreating and nipping at his lower lip and pecking him, exactly how he’d taught you to make out. And Taehyung thinks about how damn good you’ve gotten at kissing compared to the first time you accidentally made him bleed, and despite a swell of pride welling up in his chest, he also feels a teensy bit regretful at teaching you so well, because the way you playfully and softly lick into his mouth has his dick straining against his jeans that he has to literally clench his fist to prevent himself from jumping you right then and there.

You take the way he opens his lips for you and lets you explore his mouth as a sign that he wants to continue. Because it was pretty obvious how much he wanted to release given that his pupils were blown out as if he was high and his dick was looking so uncomfortable against his tight jeans you almost felt a little bad for him, despite what he’d just done to you in his bed.

But he pulls away from you with a tight smile, and grabs your wrist in his large hand as he leans away. You frown at him inquisitively, and he just responds, “You’re probably feeling a little too sore for that right now. You can just sleep for tonight, we can finish the other lessons later.”

He makes a move to leave, patting himself on the back for being a gentleman for once in his life, but then your soft hand is curling around his bicep and pulling him onto the bed again. You smile up at him with a knowing grin, your skin absolutely gleaming in the post-orgasm bliss and as you sit up he can see that your nipples are hard again.

“We had a deal, Taehyung. Give and take. You gave me the best orgasm of my life, let me help you with your little problem.” You tip your chin at his crotch, and a strangled unsuccessful attempt at a protest dies on his lips. Reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pressing him down into the sheets, you situate him up against the pillows and grab his hands.

You lean down to distract him with your lips as you press them on either side of his head, anchoring him down. He protests as you kiss down his neck and pull his shirt off to attack his chest with little nips and hickeys, and you glare up at him, instructing, “Don’t move your hands, Taehyung, or I’ll make sure this is the last blowjob you’ll ever get.”

He laughs at your attempt to be dominant because he knows at the end of all this, you’d rather have him above you and telling you what to do instead. But he leans back and closes his eyes as you softly smooth your way down his chest and towards his pants and pull them off, settling between his legs and nuzzling into his crotch so softly that a moan escapes his lips.

“You think you’re the only one who can give? Hm, Taehyung?” You ask softly as your fingers dance over the his dick over the thin material of his boxers, blinking up at him innocently.

He can’t respond because his head is spinning at the sight of you naked, kneeling between his legs and leaning your cheek on his thigh with a playful glint in your eye. At his silence, you continue.

“Well, you’ve taught me well, because from now on, you’re gonna also have to learn how to take it from me.”

And you pull his boxers down and envelop his length into your hot mouth and he lets out a strangled groan as he throws his head back into the pillows.

Maybe he feels a little bit guilty for enjoying this, because that was definitely not what was supposed to be happening. Maybe he feels a little angry that you’ve gotten really good at this and soon it’ll all be ending and you’ll prance over to Jeon Jeongguk just so the little shit that Taehyung calls a friend will fuck you over just like he did all the other girls he played with. But as you grin around his length and your fingers reach up to intertwine with his in a mock attempt to calm him down, he indulges a little more.

Because, what was the worst thing that could happen? It was give and take, after all.

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little songfic for the night

names all redacted ~

lyrics are like this / im a shit writer / enjoy my mess

why do i post anything

"The Ballad Of Mona Lisa"

She paints her fingers with a close precision / He starts to notice empty bottles of gin / And takes a moment to assess the sins she’s paid for

pink sits, legs crossed, on the floor. Needle in hand, she sews a pattern into her skin, in and out, metal popping through skin and ink dripping like blood. Her lip rests firmly between her teeth as she works, and the music that rings in her ears loud enough to deafen someone more sensitive is illegible, she doesn’t understand a word of it. Her focus is set, with an artist’s precision, precision that isn’t hers, going over and over a triangle with more meaning than she would ever admit.

She’s turning twenty-one soon and nothing is in place. Her promises of yesterday have yet to come true, and for her, a prophet, to fail would be unthinkable. She bites her lip tighter, presses into her skin a little too hard, jerks away reflexively. Cursing lightly, the needle dips into the ink and she gets back to work.

Mum’s been finding empty bottles. Dad’s noticed how they never left their room. pink worries, and she always has reason to worry, that their parents already know the secrets. The believable ones, anyways. The ones to do with boys and friends and teenager drama. She’s sewing a promise into her skin; this isn’t the favour, that’s the tattoo on her leg, but this is her promise. Her bond, binding her to repay the debt. Not her debt; yellow’s debt, incurred early in the morning in a fit of jealousy. She wonders why he seemed so damn confused when x started his end of the deal. Maybe he’d forgotten what deals with the devil were. Whether or not they tipped the scales, that was up for debate, and debate it they would. In pink’s view, x was too smart for the law. He’d skirt the universe, asking instead of demanding, advising instead of telling, setting events in motion to make his intentions happen regardless. yellow was big and lumbering in this business. Better left to the professionals, she supposed, as she stabbed herself a thousand times over, for a man who in some millennia would love her. A man who was about to twist fate to the whims of a teenager too young for the universe to tear apart. Didn’t matter that it had already been done.

A lonely speaker in a conversation / Her words were swimming through his ears again / There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

It’s not long later and his shoulder still hurts. yellow stands in falling water, staring at the swirling around his feet. gold is walking circles around him, asking questions yellow doesn’t quite want to answer, about the trial, how things are going with the trouble he’s got himself into, whether or not he’s alright. Basic as it is, yellow has no answers. gold’s sitting at a school desk in 2003. yellow says olive’s still not in jail. gold says that sucks. gold doesn’t know about x, or the deal, or that one specific Clarus in the middle of all of this. He does, but he doesn’t know what those words mean. If he knew yellow was taking all of this paranormal ghost story style he’d lose his mind. Very yellow today.

pink’d said, a thousand times over, just you wait. “I promise, sweetheart, you’ve just gotta wait. It’s not over yet.” Nothing’s ever over, that he knows, as a man fourteen years older than him is his exact age and simultaneously thousands of miles away and tucked right into his hindbrain. Nothing’s ever over, and the second you don’t think something’s gonna happen, it does.

x has a year and a bit. He says he can do it in eight months. yellow winces at the nerves in the spine and sighs down at the floor. “Everything alright?” gold asks, as he always does, and yellow nods, grimaces, and stares at his feet. What kind of price is he gonna pay? He’s sure this isn’t right. You can’t bribe the scales. Physics don’t work like that. Here he is, cheating, cheating the universe, demanding through his very own cheat that everything work out fine. Someone will die, someone will leave, yellow is almost sure of it. The last thing he thinks of is gonna happen. If he thinks it’ll happen it won’t.

Maybe there’s not much wrong with asking a little more of the cosmic scale. Being aware of it doesn’t tip it. He has a backlog of inequity he needs repaired and he wants it in this life. Maybe all he ever had to do was ask. Nothing makes sense, and his compass is spinning.

Say what you mean / Tell me I'm right / And let the sun rain down on me

Standing over the hill, yellow threw a promise into the sky. “I’ll make him happy, and nothing else matters.”

Sitting alone in the back of a bus, yellow keeps his head down and wonders if he can keep that promise. The golden blazon on an indigo banner glares back like an accusation. navy scrambles onto the couch and two black holes look away from their cards and declare ownership with a stare. yellow swallows and knows he has a promise to break.

It’s not like he hasn’t failed before. tangerine’s abused, olive’s an abuser. Two lives saved, though. He wonders what goes on where he can’t see. He wonders about his ledger and were the marks sit. He wonders if that ledger exists at all, and what gets him where. Does it matter that he couldn’t save a sinking ship if two dead men walk? Does it really make a difference, in his one oh so selfish endeavour, whether or not he cheated? Is it cheating if he’s only asking for a chance?

Nobody knows. Not even yellow, who seems the only person in the world who listened close enough to know what that buzzing silence said.

Give me a sign / I want to believe

forest stands, palms open. Gold, scarlet, cerulean, navy, fuchsia, chartreuse, magenta, emerald, dove, strings like a thousand spools of thread trail from his fingers. yellow can’t move. Closing in are five hundred souls, prayers bouncing off each other and echoing through their heads. yellow puts his hands over his ears and fights off the urge to fall apart. It’s not what forest thinks it is. Maybe yellow isn’t alone.

Whoa, Mona Lisa / You're guaranteed to run this town / Whoa, Mona Lisa, / I'd pay to see you frown

olive follows indigo around like he’s lost. He speaks whole sentences to him whilst staring down the hallway at yellow, hoping for some sort of adverse reaction. Imagine being the butterfly who causes a hurricane. Imagine wanting to be.

Nothing strikes and olive falls loose. He’s so full of anger, anger it’s so, so damn hard not to absorb. He’s already lost, and yet, he’s slashing tires and stealing credit cards of the victors just to watch them lose something, anything. No accounting for taste. He knocked a girl up just to keep her permanently his.

yellow walks the hallways and pretends he doesn’t see indigo. indigo walks the hallways and pretends he doesn’t see yellow. yellow wonders if indigo still has nightmares. He wonders if he kept the necklace and what reason he could’ve thought it was for. x remarks firstly on how fucking horrible the gift was; partially because of how utterly desperate yellow had seemed, and partly because it protected indigo from all the ways x had wanted to fuck him up.

yellow is bitter. He doesn’t want to be bitter. He’s never been bitter before. Maybe it’s ‘cause he lost by foul play what he’d rightfully earned. Maybe it’s ‘cause he wants it back.

He senses something, call it desperation / Another dollar, another day

indigo, surely, he knows something’s up. Maybe x was in his dreams or something. x’s a terrible wingman, but the only one there is for situations like this. magenta’s been making deals, but yellow’s been making deals with more powerful people. Fire-eyes.

magenta, she’s nice. yellow and blue call her [redacted] behind her back. They pretend they don’t know her name. She’s got a resting bitchface and insults indigo every time he gets close. Maybe she’s not nice.

Each day it all runs the same way.

And if she had the proper words to say / She would tell him / But she'd have nothing left to sell him

magenta’s deals are shady. She keeps olive updated. She keeps indigo in check. She gets paid in power. indigo’s an idiot. Surely, were he to know, he’d have never gone the way he did. He’s lost.

It’s a green field, full of knee-high grass, like the one in the song he almost sung. High Hopes. He’d always sing songs that were so meta. “I don’t want to fall in love with you.” It rings through yellow’s dreams. It’s still his ringtone. The grass is evergreen and there’s trees around the edges, and a girl in a white dress runs like she’s part of a medicine commercial. Pathetic, in all honesty, she reaches out her hand and he takes it. Sometimes it’s magenta. Sometimes it’s green. Sometimes it’s yellow back when his hair was long and full of nits. That’s it, that’s his head, some days. Maybe he’s just a simple man.

Deceptively simple.

Say what you mean / Tell me I'm right / And let the sun rain down on me

He’ll get there. Nothing’s ever over.

Give me a sign / I want to believe

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