Summary: Taehyung and Jeongguk are just two small town best friends, getting drunk too often and making big plans they’ll probably never achieve. Taehyung takes it upon himself to teach Jeongguk all of the proper ways to have sex, and Jeongguk swears he’s just hanging around because Taehyung’s good in bed. Who would have thought these small town losers, who used to smoke behind the school, would become jewelers at the biggest department store in Seoul. [Pre Givenchy & Gold] Pairing: Jeongguk x Taehyung Word Count: 32.850 Rating: M Warnings: too much sex, too many kinks, mentions of drug use, Taehyung calling Jeongguk so many nasty things, two bros chilling 5ft apart in a hot tub (“swear I’m not gay”), switching, uhhhh daddy kink A/N:@blueagust and I have basically spent the last couple weeks screaming at each other about Taehyung and Jeongguk’s history from her story Givenchy&Gold, and with the little restraint I have, this happened. Lou, this is an absolute mess and I probably destroyed your entire fic timeline, but happy early Kwanza or some shit (which is totally an excuse Tae gives when he’s buying Jeon another pair of earrings.) This is not good enough for you but I hope you like it anyway!!
Guess who is back?? Yup its me! So i was inspired by the cutest short story video ever “In a Heartbeat” and decided to do my own little klance version of it. It took me a while cuz i did half of it and never got to finish it until now Well, anyways i hope you guys like it!!!
His heart had exploded. It had gone “BOOM” and exploded. Well technically speaking, it had jumped out of his chest and was now making its way towards a certain mullet-haired someone.
“What the- Hey!” Lance exclaimed as he chased down his runaway heart.
He couldn’t believe it. His heart finally had enough of his coward-self and decided to act out on his true feelings. (And in an unbelievable way?? Pidge was going to love this)
Yeah sure, he had been crushing on Keith for months now but Lance was sure Keith didn’t even know of his existence. So he did what he had to do and ran for it. He ran to catch up with his heart before it did something he would later regret. No way, was he going to experience rejection again.
As his heart inched closer and closer to Keith, Lance managed to grab a hold of it and pulled with all his might. Grunting, he quickly hid behind a trash can when Keith turned around at the noise.
He was breathing heavily and was using all his strength to stop his heart from getting away.
“Dios mio, that was close. Why is this happening to me?” Lance thought to himself. “Why?”
After a few seconds, Keith’s footsteps started again and his heart decided to once again make a run for it. This time, Lance noticed, Keith had taken out an apple and was tossing it up and down on his hand while casually looking around the hall. Lance’s heart took the opportunity and exchanged the apple for itself. His heart was now being tossed up and down by the one he liked. Up and down it went. Oh god, Lance had to get it back.
He hastily made up his mind at the same time Keith went in for a bite to his “apple” and Lance grabbed his hand.
Silence. Silence and Keith’s eyes were all that Lance noticed as he held Keith’s warm and soft hand.
“Uhhhh,” Lance managed to murmur as he quickly pulled his hand away from Keith, turned around, and bolted down the hallway, heart in hand. He didn’t need to see Keith look after him, but he felt it. Probably with disgust, Lance thought.
“Shit, shit,shit,” Lance chanted under his breath. He had just held Keith’s hand. He held his hand. He couldn’t believe it. And his eyes, his eyes were so beautiful. It was like he was looking at a whole new world. He barely processed these beautiful thoughts, when his heart bolted AGAIN. (Maybe Lance had to work out his arm muscles cuz damnnn that’s the third time)
And, maybe the third time was the charm, because as Keith went into the library, Lance’s heart managed to slip in after Keith as the door was closing.
Now he was in trouble. Lance didn’t know if he should just run in or run away and never look back. He didn’t need his heart anyway. (hahaha he did)
But he made up his mind and he slowly walked back towards the library. When he opened the door, he thought Keith would be the only one in there and his heart (obviously) but what he didn’t expect was Keith on the floor with his heart on his cheek and a group of people staring at him.
Lance wanted to die. He made a dash for his heart and grabbed the end of his heart and pulled HARD. However, he didn’t expect for his heart to be firmly latched onto Keith, not giving up on his crush. He kept pulling. He pulled and pulled until he heard, and saw, his heart break in two. One piece in his hand and the other on Keith. He looked around and saw the faces of the other people staring at him. He had made a fool out of Keith and an even bigger fool of himself.
With the half piece in his hand, Lance ran (hes doing a lot of running aint he?) out the library. He felt tears form in his eyes but he wouldn’t cry. He couldn’t. He knew Keith would never feel the same way. So he ran, until he was out the building and hidden behind a tree.
Lance sat down and cradled his broken heart in his hands. He sat there for what felt like eternity. Trying to control his breathings and his thoughts. What would people say about him now? What would Keith think about him? He was too focused on taking control that he did not hear the footsteps approaching him. He didn’t realize that someone sat next to him until it was too late.
“Lance?” a voice whispered.
He swears his neck snapped when he realized and looked up to the owner of the voice.
“I-uhh. Keith?” Lance stuttered surprised.
“I… uhh. I have something that belongs to you.” Keith pulled out the other half of Lance’s heart and cradled it in his hand. (HHHAHAHAH GET IT??) He gently took Lance’s hand, the one with the other half, and carefully put both pieces together while grabbing his hand. Lance literally felt his heart beating happily once again.
“Lance, I like you too.” Keith shyly declared to him.
u know that feeling where you’re just preparing for the worst and shit keeps happening and things keep trying you and it’s like… rlly hard to think there’s ever gonna be a positive side at the end of it bc fucking god yh man mood
It’s the Jedi who keep my brothers enslaved. We do your bidding. We serce at your whim. I just wanted something more. [TCW s01e16: Hidden Enemy]
Episodes like Hidden Enemy always make me frustrated. On one hand, I’m so glad that The Clone Wars series brought to light problem of slavery - like in this case, an enslavement of clone troopers who never had a chance to decide if they wanted at all serve Jedi & Republic. Who were dying for them without
question or objection, because they were “made” that way. And by made, I mean both genetic modification & growing up in abusive environment that adapted them to blind obedience.
But then, the closure of such episode(s) drives me crazy.
I may understood that both Kenobi & Anakin weren’t
witnesses of the fight between Cody, Rex & Slick, so they knew only that Slick betrayed Republic, fine. I may even swallow Anakin’s “You couldn’t be a greater disappointment”.
(though I really appreciate his “How could you do this to your brothers?”). But the moment Slick
accused Jedi of keeping clone troopers enslaved, for using them in war in which clones
have no real reason to fight, there is no reaction of main heroes. Screw Obi-Wan’s feeling on that matter, there is no reaction from Anakin, a former slave. And that drives me crazy everytime. Because the episode ends with Slick (the selfish clone) being put in jail and forgotten for the rest of the show. So what was the real point of this episode?
As much as I agree that Slick’s way to get his freedom brought misery to his brothers - what made Cody & Rex feel betrayed (“If you loved your brothers, you wouldn’t have put them at risk”), but Slick’s
accusations toward Jedi are not unfounded. So, why there is no scene, no little moment between Anakin and Obi-Wan (or Anakin and Rex & Cody) talking about such accustations? Are Jedi guilty? Should they feel guilty? Where is any emotional effect on main heroes? Are you trying tell me that Slick’s accustations didn’t have any impact on Anakin? You know, the former slave??
your first relationship might not be perfect. your first couple relationships might not be perfect. teenagers don’t tend to have very long lasting relationships and with the added stress of being a f/f couple, it might not last very long or work out well. this doesn’t mean that you’re never going to be in a long lasting relationship with a woman, just that this one ended quickly
every girl who isn’t straight isn’t going to be the right girl for you. you might start dating a girl and then realize you’re not actually into her, or she might feel that way about you. this doesn’t mean you’ll never find a girl you really like who really likes you back, just that this wasn’t the right relationship
there might be issues in your relationship. you might have different expectations, different needs and desires, different interests. you don’t need to change yourself or pretend to be something that you’re not to make the relationship work, you’ll have other chances
given how few other lbpq girls most of us know, i know that a lot of the time it feels like your first relationship is the only chance you’ll get and that you need to make it work out. don’t force it. don’t pretend to be or feel something you aren’t/don’t for the sake of the relationship, don’t let her cross your boundaries because you’re worried she’ll break up with you and you’ll never have another chance at dating a girl if you don’t let her
this is coming from my personal experiences- the first time i dated a girl, i did everything she wanted to, ignored my own preferences, pretended to like what she liked, let her do whatever she wanted. this didn’t make the relationship last longer or be better, it just made it lopsided and unhappy. she wasn’t right for me, i wasn’t right for her, and that’s alright. just because it didn’t work out doesn’t mean i’ll never date again
you’re going to get another chance. you’re going to date another girl. everything doesn’t hang upon this first relationship
Here we go. Forgive me if there’s typos or anything, because I wrote this on my phone, it’s nearly 2am, and I’ve been fighting a headache for hours. Let me know if there’s anything I need to fix and I’ll whip out my laptop tomorrow to fix it up!
Your eyes were closed to the damp, dark night, and with each breath that brought the cool air into your lungs, you felt more and more at peace. The midsummer sun had lowered itself behind the tree line ages ago, leaving no sign of its previous appearance in the sky, and it brought with it a feeling of deliverance, so to speak.
All morning, Gladio had insisted, or rather pleaded with puppy eyes, upon exploring the expanse of wilderness surrounding the cabin, so all afternoon the two of you were left sweltering under the burning sun while mapping out the countless trails in the valley. You could still smell the sweat lingering on your burned skin. Your nose wrinkled at this. A shower sounded welcoming, but it seemed that wouldn’t happen anytime soon because either there was a blockage from not being used in quite a while or something with the whole set up was entirely broken.
Currently, Gladio labored away in the bathroom, tinkering with whatever tools he found in the cabinets to see if he could get the water running properly. He promised that he could at least do that for his princess, although he couldn’t promise that the water would be hot.
Opening your eyes, you sighed and let your fingers trail over the rough wood stairs you sat on. Being clean was nice, but not necessary at the moment. The two of you were both rather sweaty and disgusting from your adventures, so you might as well be disgusting together.
But, he insisted.
A smile crept onto your lips as you traced overtop the little patterns in the wood and gazed out at the fireflies that had emerged from the tree line. Gladio would honestly drop anything for you, and you adored that about him. His undying love and loyalty. But, damn it, you wished he would take some time for himself and join you out on the deck. The scenery was gorgeous, almost too much so for words to do it any justice. Beyond the stairs was a wide gravel path that curved its way through the forest and back to the main road miles away, and the Regalia sat parked off to the side. A small meadow of tall grasses and summer wild flowers populated the opposite side of the drive, and gradually sloped gently to the sandy bank of a slow-moving creek.
Suddenly, that seemed like a much better option than listening to the occasional curses coming from within the cabin, though Gladio had been quiet for quite some time now. Smirking slightly, you admitted to yourself that practicality wasn’t the only reason bathing in the creek with Gladio was such an excellent idea.
It didn’t matter how long the two of you had been a couple; The thought of him stripped of his clothes beneath the night sky caused your cheeks to burn.
“God damn it,” You hissed to yourself, suddenly even more impatient that before. “Hurry up Gladio.”
Ten minutes passed, or maybe more? Your shoulder rested against the deck railing, and with each passing moment creeping further into the night, you grew weary of waiting. While the sun had vanished, the humidity in the air still left you feeling particularly sticky, and that can only be tolerable for so long before it expand dreadfully miserable.
Suddenly, a huge crash from within the cabin jolted you from your sluggishness, almost causing you to crack your head directly off of the wooden beam. It sounded as if dozens and dozens of metal tools had just clattered to the floor individually. Silence followed.
Then, “FUCK.” Gladio swore as another violent crash sounded, but this time caused directly by him chucking the tools back into a cabinet.
Immediately, you snorted and buried your face in your hands. Oh my god, Gladio. To hear him lose his composure over a freaking shower was hilarious. His footsteps grew louder, coming towards the door, and you tried to stifle your laughter before he opened it and made a scene for laughing at him, but you couldn’t hide the ridiculously guilty smile on your face. Honestly, you looked a bit like Prompto after he made an awful pun and was trying not to laugh at himself.
Wordlessly, Gladio sat down beside you, shirtless, barefooted, and covered in more sweat than during your hike earlier. You’d be drooling over him if not for the laughter you were trying to contain. When he continued to say nothing, you teased him, “Sounds like you were having fun.”
His dark eyes turned to you wistfully. “Amicitia’s are not meant to be plumbers. I would rather take on the Archaeon himself than do that again.”
You knew Gladio wasn’t as riled up over it as he seemed, but he was definitely disappointed that he couldn’t get it working for you. Playfully, you punched his thigh and drawled, “Oh, come on, a shower or the Archaeon? That’s a pretty bold claim, or that’s one tough fucking shower.”
Finally, his face broke into a grin. “It’s one helluva shower. Don’t know how long it’s been since someone used it,” Then, it softened to reveal his disappointment. “But it doesn’t look like we’ll be using it. Sorry, princess.”
Gently, you rested your palm on his leg and rubbed little circles with your thumb. “That’s alright, you did your best.” You paused, biting your lip as you turned to face him. One hand rested upon his tattooed shoulder while the other laid on his chest. “I have a better idea anyway.”
A smirk formed from your lips as Gladio raised an eyebrow inquisitively. His arms enveloped your waist, pulling you closer against his warm skin, but you quickly smacked his hands away. “Someone’s feisty,” The timbre of his voice lowered; he leaned closer, his lips barely brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Do I have to teach you how to behave?”
You almost whined in response. Almost. You fought to ignore the way your body so quickly began to ache for him, and instead trailed your fingertips down his chest. Down, down, with feathery touches across his abdomen. Gladio’s skin shivered beneath your touch. Your fingers danced along the waistband of his pants, daring to go closer, but not committing to it. Mimicking him, you grinned, “Do I have to teach you how to behave?”
His lips parted to reply, but he inhaled sharply at the feeling of your hand suddenly grabbing him through his pants.
In a flash, you wiggled out of his embrace and darted down the stairs, giggling mischievously at the star struck expression he wore. Gladio blinked. “What the hell??”
You stood, a smiling figure illuminated by the light seeping from the cabin windows, and curled your finger at him, “Come here, big boy.” You pulled your shirt from over your head, and before your hands had even moved to unbutton your shorts, Gladio had nearly sprung up from the stairs. He moved swiftly, discarding his pants faster than you could remove your own.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” His arms swept beneath your legs, picking you off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder. He started for the water, and you began to squeal.
He was going to throw you in, the motherfucker.
You had wanted to go in the water, but not like this, oh HELL no. His feet touched the water and sloshed as he walked further out. You pounded your fists on his back to no avail. “No, no, no, no, GLADIO NO-”
“In you go!” He laughed loud and heartily as he dumped you over his shoulders, plunging deep beneath the cool water for only a few moments.
You wished you had breached the surface like one of those graceful models from those beach photo shoots, but frankly, you looked more like something vomited up from the bottom of the ocean. The water pasted your hair to your face, and it stuck in your mouth and in all the places it didn’t belong.
God damn, was Gladio having a good time cackling at you. His hand was over his stomach, head tilted back, laughing at your pitiful appearance just floating in the creek like some resident monster. “Listen, Gladdy? Get in here and fight me. It’s WAR now.” You threatened while trying to slick your hair back so you could see.
“I’ll come in, but I’m not fighting you.” He sauntered forward, deeper into the water where you hovered with a pouty expression. As soon as he was within reach, you splashed water up his entire front. Gladio extended his arms as an invitation, “Make love, not war?”
You could play this out all night. Dramatically, you flipped your messy hair back across your eyes, stuck out your leg and put your foot on his chest to stop his advances. “None shall pass unless a champion comes to slay the great-”
Halfway through your monologue, Gladio chuckled, “Nah.” In one fluid move, he grabbed your leg and tipped you over backwards beneath the water again.
He had a death wish.
When you emerged, Gladio’s arms immediately captured you and pulled you to his chest. “The legendary monster has been defeated.” Softly, his lips placed a kiss on top of your head.
Your plan didn’t go as planned. At all. “Fight me.”
He placed another kiss on your forehead when you looked up at him. “You’re ridiculous.” He joked, a wide smile tugging at his lips as you stuck your tongue out at him. “I love you.”
“You love me? That explains why you dumped me headfirst into the water.” You pursed your lips, challenging him.
Although, with the way his gaze softened, you could tell that he wouldn’t joke about his feelings for you. Those were serious. Gladio pressed his forehead to yours, eyes taking in every detail of how you looked from the curve of your jaw, to the shape of your lips, to the color of your eyes with the stars above reflected in them. “I do love you. More than anyone or anything I’ve ever known.”
Your heart faltered as it did every time he said those words. How could you have gotten so lucky? “I know you do,” You smiled softly and pressed your lips briefly against his. “I love you, too.”
He held you against him for seemingly forever, peppering kisses across your cheeks and neck, lingering there longer with his lips pressed against your pulse, and his hands might have begun to wander, but he made no move to abandon the water for the cabin or even just the shore. “Gladio,” you sighed and tugged at the edge of his the boxers he still wore. “Inside. Now.”
You felt his lips smirk against your skin. “The shower’s broken, but the bed isn’t…yet.”
Got even more of my babyyy!
(Once again, sorry for the bad quality, I did it all on mobile and it’s my first time doing this so… I tried.)
Also, I got a picture of jumin as a child (it’s adorable) and I want to share it, but it’s kinda spoiler-y. I think? Would that be a spoiler? I think it would for some people.
I probably post it later with a spoiler tag.