omg are there any sugar daddy aus?? help a gurl out pls bless you
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Sugar Daddy AU
Sugar High by arekushia, ryoseirui, Explicit, 24k (WIP) AU where Yuuri Katsuki is a college student struggling to pay rent, tuition, and just about everything else. When he sets up an account for a sugar daddy dating app, he doesn’t expect anything to come out of it. Instead, he meets Victor Nikiforov, and so begins their walk on the fine line between their physical relationship and something more. I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!
Gimmie Some Sugar by Oilux, Teen, 40k (WIP) One account on a seemingly innocent website was the god sent that Yuri Katsuki needed to help to keep his family’s business afloat. If skating wasn’t going to be enough, maybe talking to people for payment is.And when a certain blue eyed Russian starts messaging him, Yuri figures he doesn’t have anything to lose. SO good!
I love you, no expense sparedby myoue, Gen, 5.6k Victor is used to paying for dates, accidentally spilling things on people, and spoiling Katsuki Yuri like no tomorrow. Cute!!
Money Shot by Ashida, Explicit, 12k (WIP) So Yuuri waited, felt his heart edge back down from his throat as Victor let him catch his bearings, as he just sat and watched Yuuri calm down, patient even though the time he was paying for was ticking. “Strip for me, Yuuri.” came his first instructions in the lull of silence, the same words he always got, and this is how it always began. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
LoveLikeSugar by Uzumi, Teen, 15k (WIP) Yuuri joined that website just because Phichit forced him to, he said. But who was he to reject a nice man who gave him all of his attention? Of course, it didn’t matter at all that the man wanted to be his sugar daddy. Of course not. Thumbs up!
Synchronized Heartsby Vittarius, Mature, 42k (WIP) Yuri is the typical college student struggling to make it to the end of the month. Stuck in an underpaid job with an abusive boss, he gets fired… and with that, his income source is over.What is he going to tell his family, who is still waiting in Japan for him to finish his studies? Unable to tell them the truth, he is just about to explode. But then, in a twist of fate, he runs into a lonely stranger. Yuri needs money, this man has money, and unbelievably, they come to an agreement. Maybe having a pampering sugar daddy isn’t the most awful situation he could be in. OMG!!
aint missin no meals by queenbeetle, Explicit, 17k (WIP) Viktor can’t help it. Yuuri’s leggings are so tight these days, and it’s so hard to focus on anything other than how his clothing shows off all his new curves in all the right ways.
Our Finest Impulses by wendydarling, Explicit, 2.4k Viktor takes pleasure with the finer things in life, and he thinks that Yuri, being the most beautiful, deserves to have it all. Spicy!!
“So let me get this straight,” he said, reaching up to swipe a hand almost absently through his bangs. “You want me to go with you to your brother’s wedding, because you lied and said you were gunna bring a hot date?”
Star-crossed lovers, they say, are doomed to meet a tragic end. And yet, Keith and Lance continue to cross one another, driven to find the one ending where love triumphs over destiny. Perhaps sometimes, the universe rewards those who persevere.
The one where Lance goes through a beating to save Shiro from having to go back to the Galra arena and once they escape, the team focus themselves on healing their Blue Paladin back to health and to make sure he knows they love him.
It was the smile that really did Lance in. While Lance could deal with hot, older Keith, he was having trouble with the happiness that was so visible on his face, his stature. He was relaxed and bright. Suddenly, Lance couldn’t imagine Keith without it.
Lance wanted—no, he needed to know everything about this person. He needed to know because Keith is the most interesting puzzle set before him, and he only knew their name and that was a goddamn shame.
With the absence of their leader, Shiro, the responsibility of leading the team has been thrusted onto Keith’s shoulders, and the reassignments of Lions are in order. However, Lance is not as ready to accept this new change as the rest of the team.
He wishes he could say “I want to caress your cheek as gently as a cherry blossom petal falling upon the face of a beautiful anime man,” but what comes out is usually more along the lines of “What do you know, Mullet?”
He’d just wanted a glimpse. It was stupid and childish and selfish, but he’d just wanted one more look out on the ocean, one more peek in the window of his family home, just in case they never made it back to Earth. Just in case he never got another chance.
His heart line was the same deep red color as the carnation he had taped to an envelope with shaking hands. It came as no surprise when the line darkened until it became an inky black. That was when it started to burn.
I’d to apologize again for not doing this last week! I was really sick and had a few exams, so I didn’t have a lot of time to make lists!
For the Record by DasWarSchonKaputt, Not Rated, 10k Viktor Nikiforov, sports journalist and retired figure skater, interviews Olympic Champion Yuuri Katsuki for an exclusive piece. So, so, so amazing. I am truly speechless after reading this, it’s incredible. In my top 10.
Sugar High by arekushia, ryoseirui, Explicit, 38k (WIP) Yuuri Katsuki is a college student struggling to pay rent, tuition, and just about everything else. When he sets up an account for a sugar daddy dating app, he doesn’t expect anything to come out of it. Instead, he meets Victor Nikiforov, and so begins their walk on the fine line between their physical relationship and something more. Just updated!! One of my favourite sugar daddy fics!
Welcome to Detroit Dental and Orthodontics by stanzas, Teen, 11k Victor stops the car, turns off the engine, and Yuri rolls out the car with the attitude of every slightly inconvenienced teenager. Yuri flips his shades up, stares in disbelief at the sign in front of the well-manicured lawn squished between two old barber shops: DETROIT DENTAL AND ORTHODONTICS. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says. LOOOOOOOOVE this fic!
Where They Are by ingthing, Explicit, 11k (WIP) They find out things about themselves and step up to each other. 🔥🔥🔥
Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 87k (WIP) “Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no. “Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn. Every update of this fic kills me in the best way possible! Sexy, intense, and always riveting. Must read!
dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 72k Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break. They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. That ending was so lovely, I really enjoyed reading this fic! One of my fave music AUs!
#Katsudamn by lucycamui, Explicit, 5.9k Victor surprises Yuuri with a trip to an adult store and gets a little more than he bargained for. Or maybe that was the plan all along. Spicy!!!
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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!
I can't remember if you've posted about this already, but your comments on Magical Girl Raising Project remind me of some criticisms I've heard of Puella Magi Madoka Magica. Was just wondering what you thought of PMMM?
I like PMMM despite itself.
The music is great, the story is heartbreaking, the visuals are fantastic.
Plus, while PMMM is in no fucking way the first grimdark magical girl series (and holy shit do I find assertions that it is so fucking uninteresting), and while 90% of what it seeks to deconstruct or subvert makes me want to tear my hair out, it does do an interesting thing with Kyubey. Like the Portal games, which take the trope of the tutorial/guide character (the exposition fairy) who gives you hints and tells you how to progress during the game and asked “What if this character wasn’t really trying to help?”, PMMM took the mascot character in magical girl shows (a la Luna and Kero) and asked the same question. And that is genuinely an interesting exploration of one of the staples of the genre.
For the most part, though, I like, sometimes, (sometimes I hate) PMMM despite itself. And I hate what it has wrought.
The biggest problem with PMMM is that magical girl shows are, at their heart, power fantasies for girls. They are Girl Power at their finest. In fact, Sailor Moon was an major and oft-overlooked part in kicking off the Girl Power boom in the 90s.
And what’s infuriating about PMMM is that it tries to tear that down. It’s not like Watchmen, another series which seeks to deconstruct the possibly unhealthy nature of the power fantasies of its genre. Because Watchmen is about vigilantism and male power fantasies, and 1. white men (who make up the majority of comic book heroes) already have disproportionate power so their power fantasies are inherently more sinister and 2. comic books are often centered around revenge, vigilantism, corrupt systems that “can’t be broken”, and ignoring the law.
Meanwhile, magical girl series are at their center about hope and love. The heroes usually literally fight with hearts and rainbows and songs. They aren’t gritty “I wish I could kick everyone’s ass” power fantasies. They are “if you believe in yourself and are your friends you can help people and achieve your dreams” fantasies. And they are for girls, who are too often told they can’t be everything they want. Not men, who are too often told they can.
So PMMM has this message, and if some of the interviews I’ve heard from the creator are true, a completely intentional one, that girls dreams are futile and destructive and that it’s harmful and useless for girls to want things. That girls having power fantasies or seeking to save the world will ultimately destroy them, or (before Madoka’s ending) turn them into something evil and dark. That ambition is bad for girls. That girls should learn their place before they become dark witches that destroy everything, or (after Madoka’s ending) fade from existence. That girls having power fantasies is ultimately harmful, and they need to stop. That girls have been wrong this whole time to want things. That girls’ desires, no matter what they are, are always ultimately selfish and corrupt.
And I fucking hate that. That’s not subversive. That’s our whole fucking lives. That’s what we get everywhere else. Nothing a girl does can be right. We’re bad to have ambitions and to want things. Even the “nice” things we do are dismissed with ulterior motives as soon as someone decides they’re done with us.
And I fucking hate people calling it “so profound” and whatever, when it’s ultimately torture porn and the message isn’t even deep.
And more than that, I hate that it’s success has spawned a series of knockoffs, so that now moe torture porn grimdark magical girls has become the most common iteration of the genre. So we had the incredibly ableist (OMFG WORST SHOW EVER MADE) Yuki Yuuna is a Hero, and we’re getting the “Magical Girls have to CULL EACH OTHER in a grim CHILDREN-LED FIGHT TO THE DEATH” of Magical Girl Raising Project and like I’m so fucking done with these grown ass men making shows for other grown ass men shitting all over girls’ power fantasies and thinking that shitting all over girls’ power fantasies is something new and subversive and not a reassertion of the status quo.
Look, I genuinely enjoyed watching PMMM. It’s a well made show, with good characters (Rebellion and everything that’s come since is AWFUL though). But I hate its message, I hate huge swaths of its fanbase, I hate its creator, and I hate that its become the new standard for magical girls.
Magical girls were already subversive. They were already something unique and powerful. They didn’t need to be brought down. And there would be good ways to explore and subvert the genre if you wanted to*. But just going for straight “everyone’s miserable and it wouldn’t work” isn’t actually a clever. Even without the inherent sexism, it has all the depth of those creepypastas that say “What if Rugrats WAS A DYSTOPIA” or whatever, like edgy for the sake of edgy isn’t actually deep.
*(While it’s refreshing to Western audiences that magical girls are deeply feminine, for instance, because we tend to associate being strong with being masculine or a tomboy, in Japan magical girls often serve as a reinforcement that no matter what you do you still have to adhere to gender roles. A great subversion of the genre would be one where some of the girls, and especially the main character, have more traditionally masculine powers/appearances and this is treated as just as valid a way for girls to be. Also interesting would be a magical girl series where older women become the magical girls - women struggling to hold jobs and pay rent, mothers, college kids, grandmas - because magical girls [like Disney princesses and much of media] tend to focus on pre- and newly- pubescent girl characters as the most powerful and tend to ignore older women)
Basically, enjoying magical girls has always involved some level of watching it for what you want and ignoring the less than pleasant intentions of the creator. Sailor Moon was heavily based on a series called Cutie Honey, which was made 100% to be fap material for adult male audiences, and originally the idea of this girl hero was something of a ~sexy~ joke. And then people like Naoko Takeuchi LOVED her and took empowerment from her, despite that clearly not being the intention, and created series like Sailor Moon. And I think that’s still a fine way to appreciate shows. I can watch PMMM and take power and interest from it despite its goals, like I did with the grossly fanservicey depiction of underage Magical Lyrical Nanoha when I was a kid. And I can do the same with what is likely to be the ultimately disappointing Magical Girl Raising Project.
But I’m not happy that I have to reinterpret and reclaim these shows to get meaning out of them. I’m not happy that a genre that was supposed to be about empowering girls has been largely stolen and dismissed as unrealistic and too idealistic. I’m not happy with an entire genre’s inability to see how positivity and idealism are subversive and groundbreaking.
And I’m not happy with PMMM for making that the status quo, or with all the fans who think things are better this way.
Genre: ANGST Words: 2,045 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Depressing and suicidal thoughts, stalking, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.
As you laid in bed that night, you realized how utterly alone you felt. Only a few hours ago, you thought you had felt isolated, but then Natasha had met her soulmate and he had wanted her, and you were once again left in the dust. You were always left behind, it seemed. You could never be someone’s priority. You would never be someone’s priority.
The soulmate system was created to ensure that people would be loved. Someone was made specifically to love another. So what could possibly be so wrong with you that made the one person destined to love you not want you? The thought made you nauseous, despite your unwavering, fixed gaze on the white ceiling above you.
You knew you were at an all-time low, but as your brain sorted through your life, taking into account your inability to afford an education, your struggle to pay rent, your lack of any care for you by any outsider, and your aggressive stalker, you felt so burdened by this unwelcoming and unnecessary life. What were you doing? And you knew Natasha cared, she did, but she wouldn’t be there forever to hold your hand. She found her forever, and you were left to watch your forever stay just out of your reach.
I’m only a teenager. I’m watching
Blue is the Warmest Color, or
Boys Don’t Cry, or
I’m still in the closet, because my father
does not believe in bisexuality, and so
I do not believe in myself.
From the television, I’m learning that people like me
don’t get happy endings, that queer cinema isn’t so much
a genre as it is a fashionable body count. Because
the straight masses only love us when we’re martyrs,
or tragedies, because we’re less sympathetic
when we’re not being punished.
Skip to now.
Halfway through June of 2016 and seventeen
lesbian characters have been killed on mainstream television.
Most of them, in brutal, graphic ways and in the wake
of dead lesbian number eighteen, my girlfriend texts me
to ask if we get to be happy.
And I don’t feel safe.
I’m struggling to pay rent and another lesbian dies on television.
I get a new job and another lesbian dies on television.
I ask my girlfriend to move in and another lesbian dies on television.
So how much longer can they calls us beautiful tragedies
before they admit we’re a cautionary tale? A warning
that women who love women have no right to their own futures?
A boogieman to keep queer little girls up at night?
Queer cinema evolved to be reactionary—
to challenge the prettily packaged clichés of straight romance,
to tell the gritty parts of our stories that straight audiences refused
to look at directly, but my existence is not for straight consumption.
Now, when heartbroken little kids go looking for someone, anyone,
who looks like them, they get to see themselves as
blood in the bathtub,
a teenager in a body bag.
We need the dream of the happy ending.
We need the promise of a future.
If I wanted to watch queer people being slaughtered en masse,
I’d turn on the evening news. What I need
The other day, I finished this book and the ending was so
sugary and unrealistic and horribly cliché, but
more than half the main characters were queer and
it was just so good to exist, even for a moment, in a world
where we were all happy
and no one died.
Prompt: The Oscars’ luncheon breeds a new relationship for Lin.
Words: 2,450 (Good LORD)
Author’s Note: I’ve been looking for some smaller things to write as I gear up for the write-a-thon, and Lin was tweeting about the Oscars’ Luncheon. Got a bit of an inspiration. (Y/M/N) = Your Mother’s Name. I know that some people don’t have mothers but this prompt required a parental figure. Feel free to change it to anyone you want!
Warnings: General lack of knowledge as to what happens at an Oscar Luncheon.
“I’ve never even heard of this.” You sigh into your phone, your publicist trying to maintain an even and calm tone with you. “I mean, yeah, any day I get to stand in the same room as Meryl Streep you can count me in.”
“Amazing! I’ll get in touch with your stylist-” You allowed the eccentric woman to go off about a list of her duties as you boarded your subway, weaving through bodies to find an empty spot next to the handrail.
“Nothing too insane. This is a luncheon, I’m not meeting the queen.”
“This is the Oscars, Y/N! No one will be in a sweatshirt and Levis!”
You certainly wish you could be.
The past year has been a bit of a whirlwind for you - interviews and movie offers and an Oscar nomination. Everything was still very new to you - you had never even gone on a talk show until just a few months ago. A year ago you were struggling to pay rent and scraping together money to be able to feed both you and your dog.
Then a once in a lifetime chance came your way and you jumped on it before you could blink.
so you’d be applying for a new job. apparently you aimed a bit higher than you should have because, recollecting to the first time you were having your interview with the ceo of the company, mr holland. you appealed for his personal assistant. crazy as it is you decided to take the risk of applying for the job in hopes you could finally pay the rent you’d been struggling with.
anyways fast forward to the present day, there had been conflicts between you two that you didn’t expect
—mainly the fact that both of you had been fucking around in his office when he didn’t have any appointments. it actually wasn’t about the money though that you had been fucking him, seeing that your salary was high enough to compensate the debts. and everyday it usually ended with you two fucking as the rest of the employees finally exit the building.
he’d lean towards you and pin you against the wall at first, carrying you as your legs would enveloped around his waist. he’d be gradually in the process of removing your clothes along with his. and both of you would usually start of like this as it would eventually head further
—and by that of course carrying your weight towards his massive table.
everymess on the table was shifted away as he’d drop you down flat on the table with his pants pulled down already, he’d make your legs extensively spread before grasping onto his cock and guiding it’s tip to brush over your folds
—a whimper would escape your lips as you’d already want him to fucking you senselessly. “what’s that, darling?” he’d pant
genre: smut, fluff, and some sort of sugar daddy thing.
summary: Park Jimin’s a god amongst men but you’re certain even gods can bow down.
a/n: I wrote a Tae smut called Icarus like 5 years ago and then was suddenly hit with inspiration to make Greek mythology inspired fics for the rest of the boys. So, you can say it’s kind of a thing now. P.S. here’s dat Jimin smut I kept promising @sleevelessparkjimin@helloblamebts@jiminniejuseyo
My Sugar Daddy Can’t Be a Mobster! -
Student-athlete Yuuri Katsuki is struggling to balance his training, schoolwork, and expenses. When his roommate introduces him to the lucrative prospect of being a sugar baby, he meets Viktor Nikiforov, an enigmatic man whose pockets run deeper than the Mariana Trench. Viktor wants Yuri at any cost and Yuri is smitten enough to ignore the fact that there is indeed, a gun in Viktor’s pants.
AU where Yuuri Katsuki is a college student struggling to pay rent, tuition, and just about everything else. When he sets up an account for a sugar daddy dating app, he doesn’t expect anything to come out of it. Instead, he meets Victor Nikiforov, and so begins their walk on the fine line between their physical relationship and something more.
Let’s Be Sinners To Be Saints-
Viktor is a rich businessman who’s struggling with depression, feeling trapped in a life he has no control over. Yuuri works as an exotic dancer at a high-end club in New York to help pay his tuition. When they meet both their lives become a little bit better, and a whole lot more complicated.
Gimmie Some Sugar - One account on a seemingly innocent website was the god sent that Yuri Katsuki needed to help to keep his family’s business afloat. If skating wasn’t going to be enough, maybe talking to people for payment is.And when a certain blue eyed Russian starts messaging him, Yuri figures he doesn’t have anything to lose.
“Katsuki Yuuri’s decision to sign up for a sugar daddy/sugar baby dating website wasn’t necessarily his idea - well, at least not wholly his idea. He may or may not have been inspired, then encouraged by his best friend, and roommate, Phichit to take the final step. Yuuri would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous about what he would encounter on said dating website, he hasn’t even had a proper boyfriend in the 23 years he’s been alive. But he was a college student dealing with massive student loans, a crappy part time job at a coffee shop, and ice skating practice, which was not an easy feat.”
LoveLikeSugar - Yuuri joined that website just because Phichit forced him to, he said. But who was he to reject a nice man who gave him all of his attention?Of course, it didn’t matter at all that the man wanted to be his sugar daddy. Of course not.
We Dem Boyz -
This is an AU where (almost) everything is the same except Phichit and Yuri are the same age. This follows the story of them while they were in Detroit. The boys need some extra cash for their own personal reasons and decide to work at a strip club (thanks to Yuri). Follow these two guys as they maintain school, practice, and working late nights as exotic dancers. More of your favorite Yuri On Ice!!! characters to come later! May contain NSFW material in later chapters. Please be advised.
A Truth Universally Acknowledged - Yuuri Katsuki, under the name of Eros, is an exclusive dancer, performing for a high class audience. Phichit is his closest friend, making it a two-person act. He’s young, desirable, but with the popularity of male dancers dwindling, he’s struggling.Viktor Nikiforov has a huge inheritance on his name, a large estate, and too much time on his hands. Though a popular painter, he’s struggling to find his muse again. That is, until he sees a man by the name of Eros dance. After introductions, Viktor finds that same spark that he hasn’t felt in a long time has suddenly flared up again.
Yuri is the typical college student struggling to make it to the end of the month. Stuck in an underpaid job with an abusive boss, he gets fired… and with that, his income source is over.
I love you, no expense spared-
Victor is used to paying for dates, accidentally spilling things on people, and spoiling Katsuki Yuri like no tomorrow.
Sugar me, baby -
Five times Viktor gives ridiculously expensive gifts to Yuuri, and one time Yuuri realizes that he has unwittingly become Viktor’s sugar baby.
When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance.
Regazo de oro -
Había leído el tema en Internet, se había informado para no quedar como un idiota, se registró en una de las páginas más populares y esperó. Se había preparado psicológicamente para eso, no era tan malo si nadie más se enteraba. Él solo quería pagarse la carrera.
It’s costly fun of course, but don’t all the best entertainments come with a high price? Victor is willing to pay anything for his Yuuri.
Café Latte- Inspired by this kink prompt: “Character A works a minimum wage job at Starbucks and is trying to get a second job to help pay rent, but nothing is working out. Strapped for cash, Character A tries to find themselves a Sugar Daddy to pay the bills."Basically, barista Yuri is bad at budgeting and is forced to find alternative methods to make rent. He works at a coffee shop owned by Viktor. Otabek comes from a wealthy family, and is willing to help in exchange for a questionable agreement.
Hold this heart, and I will not fall hard this time-
The night he meets JJ for the first time, the world does tilt and fall, but only because the bartender’s been offering him free drinks in a (futile) campaign to get into his pants, and the alcohol in his veins makes the edges of his vision blur, every limb of his body boneless and heavy. He might feel guiltier about accepting the drinks, but he’s drowning in college loans and knows there’s no way he’s getting drunk out of his own wallet.
before you start a war (you better know what you’re fighting for)
Percy had been expecting pizza.
He was right in the middle of two shifts and starving beyond belief, so excuse him for not being friendlier when he opened the door and two disgruntled looking strangers were staring back at him instead of cheese and pepperoni.
Strange people bothering you at inconvenient times was a staple of New York life, but he wasn’t in the mood for a lecture about the true faith or the endless benefits to being vegan.
The wheelchair ridden man and blond girl in front of him were not people he’d met before and the intensity of the man’s gaze was unsettling
“Uh―” he fixated on the graying face directly in front of him, grasping for the easiest way to end this interaction. “Jehovah’s Witnesses usually have more success next door,” he said, before pushing the door shut with his hand.
Usually, this signalled that he could go on with his day, but a hand jetted out and stopped his door from fully closing, and even the accompanying thud sounded foul tempered. He groaned and considered going for his mother’s stash of pepper spray until he saw the man’s well meaning smile. His face was fraught with the type of wrinkles people get from smiling, and retrospectively he probably shouldn’t have slammed the door in the face of an old guy in a wheelchair.
“Percy Jackson?” he ventured “My name is Chiron, and I’d like you on my team.”
That was not something he had been expecting. Part of him wanted to shove the door shut again and move on, but something about the earnest expression on Chiron’s face was hard to avoid.
“You know, there are more efficient ways of inducting people into your cults. Maybe try for a shiny brochure next time.”
A disbelieving scoff cut through the bemused silence Chiron offered him. Percy’s gaze moved to the girl leaning against the bannister opposite him. She was wearing massive sunglasses with some college sweatshirt his dyslexia prevented him from recognizing, and was looking at him with thinly veiled disgust.
“Chiron, I told you this was a waste of―” her voice cut off as Chiron placed his hand on her shoulder. Something about the way she shook her golden curls out in irritation seemed inexplicably familiar. Her face was still furrowed at him like he was something she found on the bottom of her shoe. He had been dealing with being looked down upon all his life, but for her to march up to his door in order to recruit him for whatever and still maintain her self-righteous attitude was beyond grating. Perhaps Chiron was more observant than Percy gave him credit for, because his interruption was the only thing that stopped Percy from offering a few choice words about where she could stick her superiority complex.
“Contrary to popular belief, Olympus University isn’t a cult. Neither is our exy team.”
Maybe this was some cruel dream, because there was no way in hell someone showed up at his apartment to talk about an Ivy League college. He took a gap year and was working two jobs just to save up for tuition at community college. Olympus University was legendary. It was the type of place someone like him would never enter, unless he was hired to clean it. Their exy team, the Spartans, had been plastered across every major sports channel for the last couple months. They were a consistent team, who rose consistently in the rankings for the last couple of years, and the addition of two first draft strikers last year was supposed to guarantee them a spot in the championship. There had been some drama that he hadn’t cared enough to pay attention to that derailed their chances, and they were disqualified. Not a single sportscaster thought that they’d be able to recover, neither did most fans. Some people even thought that they would be demoted to Class II. Showing up here and asking him to join their team was proof of exactly how desperate they were.
“How did you even find me?” he asked “I’m pretty sure my high school exy coach didn’t send tapes to colleges.”
“He didn’t have to. Your statistics speak for themselves.”
Percy would be lying if he pretended he wasn’t flattered. There was a point during high school where exy was the centerpoint of his life. Some of his friends even thought he was good enough to go pro one day. His subpar inner city school switched coaches right before his senior year, and Mrs. Dodds was quick to remind him that professional athletes didn’t have learning disabilities or struggle to pay rent. He knew that no colleges received letters of recommendation or tapes of him playing, and an athletic scholarship would have been his only shot at continuing his education.
“Blondie’s right.” he admitted “You’re wasting your time. College isn’t something I can afford.”
Chiron raised an eyebrow at that and took a thick enrollment packet out of his leather bag. Even its glossy pages looked too high class for Percy.
“We’re offering you a full scholarship. All you have to do to qualify is sign on with the Spartans as a striker through graduation.”
Percy almost choked. “You’re not serious.”
“Unfortunately, we are.” the blonde girl’s voice was clear and defiant and it was startling how easily the sound of it filled him with irritation. “And that’s not all you have to do. If you’re playing with me, you aren’t going to half ass this.”
“Annabeth, enough,” Chiron scolded, “Try to refrain from scaring him off, please.”
“Wait. You’re Annabeth Chase?” his voice sounded incredulous even to his own ears and if the flush that began to spread across her face was anything to go by, that wasn’t a good sign. He probably should have surmised this sooner, but the girl in front of him was wearing ratty clothes and looked like she hadn’t slept in a month. Annabeth Chase was a legend. The Princess of Exy. In interviews she always was dressed to perfection and was so confident he always imagined her with a tiara. The Annabeth Chase in front of him had all the bravado that was always advertised, but she seemed broken and exhausted.
He didn’t miss the way her fists clenched after that comment, and the smile she shot him as she pushed her sunglasses up to her hairline was downright terrifying.
“This season is more important than you can comprehend,” she ground out, “If you’re on my court you play by my rules. Don’t sign on just because it’s an out.”
Her eyes met his in a silent challenge, and he swore to himself that he would do this, just to wipe that condescending look off her face.
“Trust me, princess. I can handle anything you throw at me.” Perhaps it was the inner six year old in him, but he swore he heard cheering when she flicked her eyes away from his.
He grabbed the enrollment packet from Chiron’s outstretched hands.
“When can I start?”
AN: i wrote something!! and it’s messy and gross and i now realize that im horrible at writing anything more than 200 words, but it’d be super cool if you left me constructive criticism i think i might want to stick with this au??
SUMMARY: Your work is not the typical job, you give hand jobs for money, but instead of feeling ashamed by it you’re comfortable with it. Until a man offers you to work in his company, where you would use your abilities to please seven guys.
N/A: This first part is basically introduction. The real action starts in part two and I’ll upload every saturday.
you didn’t hate your job. Anyone hearing you might say you’re crazy, many women
around the world would probably shake their heads in disapproval, and your
family would probably faint if they knew what you do for money. But you didn’t
hate it. Not even a little bit. At the beginning, sure, who wouldn’t? But you
started to like it and now you came to work without a trace of shame or guilt.
It was a job, it payed the bills and that was more than enough for you.
about the job a year ago, you were struggling to pay the rent and your work as
a barista wasn’t enough. You found about it in a newspaper, there was a vacant
in a hotel that recently had opened “Girl between 20 and 25 years old, good
presentation, experience with customers, good with her hands”, that’s what the
announce read and you decided to give it a try and went to the interview. You
never expected what kind of job it really was.
the job was to give hand jobs. You could still remember the confusion you felt
the moment the lady told you about it, your eyes were probably as big as the
moon at that moment. You were also
embarrassed, because no, that’s not the kind of job you were looking for, and
you repeated it to the lady at least five times without a pause. She explained
to you that no one knew what the job actually was, because they didn’t know how
to look for employees, she said they were looking for respectable young girls,
and no girls with too much experience in the field. That’s why they were looking
in a newspaper and not in an alleyway or someplace like that.
word count: 1253 pairing: changkyun x reader notes: fluff, rich boy au
“Where are we going?”
You’ve been asking the same question for the past 3 minutes since Changkyun dragged you out of work. All it took for your boss to let you go was the smell of Changkyun’s money. He might as well have laid out a red carpet for you too if he wanted to kiss his ass even more.
“You’ll see,” he says again, leading you out the company building and to his black Porsche parked right on the curb. His chauffeur shuffles to open the backdoor with his tailcoat flailing in the wind, surprised by how fast his young master is walking towards the car. Needless to say, you stumble over your own feet a couple times trying to keep up.
“Get in,” he commands gently, ushering you into the car first.
“This is kidnapping!” you shout as you duck into the all-black interiors. The car smells of new leather with a faint hint of the ‘Royal Pine’ car freshener hanging from the rearview mirror.
Changkyun swings the door closed behind him, whispers to the chauffeur, and you’re speeding down a highway before you even know it.
“Kidnapping? That’s hardly it. Plus, you owe me,” he smirks. With a swift motion, he swipes his Versace sunglasses off his face and into the open collar of his black dress shirt.
You groan at the memory of last week’s events. You were just dumped by your boyfriend, and you decided to drink your heart out with your friends at the bar. Not to your surprise, each of them went to hook up with the guys they just met and you were left drunk on almost 20 shots. To make matters worse, your idiot friends thought it was a good idea to text Changkyun, who they won’t shut up about. You can’t even count the times they’ve told you to ditch your boyfriend for Changkyun.
Except that the two of you are in two different worlds.
It was only pure chance that you even encountered him two years ago on your school. You pretty much lived under a rock back then, so you had no idea who that insanely alluring man was. He was speaking for the business majors in your university, and he wandered off from his butler and got lost. You found him circling around the fountain, and couldn’t find the heart to walk away, even though you were already late for class. You exchanged small talk while taking him across the campus. He just never told you much about him, you had to find out yourself.
The fact that you stayed in contact is even more surprising. After minimal research you found out that Changkyun owns the biggest corporation in South Korea, and his assets are through the roof. There isn’t anyone (except you) who doesn’t recognize his handsome figure and charming voice. He’s a top celebrity in his own sense.
And you? Well, just a college graduate still struggling to find a stable job to pay rent. It was even harder to do so at the time, having to support your ex-boyfriend’s spending habits. Little did you know, he used the money to take his side chick out on dates. That’s shit that always happens in dramas, but you really played yourself.
Well, back to the nightmare at the bar:
Changkyun drove himself to the entrance right after he received the text, still half dressed. He dug through the sweaty sea of people until he finally spotted you sprawled out on a table in the back. He carried you to his car, and just as he was about to lay you down on the seat, you threw up the 20 shots plus everything else you ate that day.
Let’s just say he chose the wrong day to drive himself. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant trip to your house with you passed out and him covered in throw up.
You woke up that morning with a loose t-shirt, and Changkyun sleeping soundly next to you, half-naked, smelling like your strawberry body wash. He didn’t let you hear the end of it that day.
And now you’re driving through what seems like miles and miles of grassland, on a strip of a strangely paved road.
“You seriously bought a new car?” you finally ask, a hint of annoyance in your voice.
“I mean, why not. Cleaning takes money and so does new car,” he responds. He really meant what he said, without a hint of cheekiness.
“Can’t relate…” you mumble under your breath.
“Uh, nothing,” you cough. “So where are we going?” You look out the tinted windows again. Still nothing but green grass lines against the bright white horizon.
“Don’t you get tired of asking the same question?” He glances up front. “We’re almost there, relax.”
A clearing appears up ahead, and soon, a huge runway comes into view. Not too far off, you see… a plane… in the middle of nowhere?
You then find yourself standing in front of the steps to the shiny white jet.
“Alright, let’s go!” Changkyun gives you a small push with his innocent dimpled smile.
“Huh?!” The whole time you were dismayed, wondering if this was all just a really strange yet realistic dream. But knowing Changkyun, this shouldn’t even be a surprise anymore.
“Before you ask again, we’re going to Paris,” he announces, like it’s a perfectly normal situation.
Your mouth hangs open, and then panic follows soon after.
“W-what do you mean we’re going to Paris?! This is crazy! I don’t even have anyt-“
“Stop worrying so much Y/N,” he laughs heartily, cutting you off. “You’re going to age too quickly.“
"How can I not! I mean, this is so out of the blue… Im Changkyun, I knew you were crazy but this is a bit too mu-"
"Relax, relax,” he coaxes again. “I did all the preparations already, and I told my maids to pack your things, they’re all already on the plane okay?"
You groan, bringing your palm to your forehead. "That’s great… but that’s not the main issue here…"
His eyes widen and he turns to you with a anxious expression.
"Did you want to go somewhere else? Rome… Australia? Or do you not like the jet? I can change it right now if you want! What color? Blue? Black?"
You laugh continuously at his franticness, and at how cute he is right now. He may be too rich for his own good, but he has pure intentions. You know he’s trying to cheer you up in his own way, and you really appreciate that. A warm feeling wells up in you, and you didn’t have the heart to reject his thoughtful gesture.
You tackle him softly with a big hug, and he shuts right up.
He slowly lifts his hands, but they just end up hovering over your back. "Uh… Y/N?” He tries to play it cool, but you can feel the warmth from his face.
You nuzzle against his shoulders, and slowly breathe in his scent of mixed colognes. His heart is beating right next to yours, and it’s having a hard time keeping up with his.
“Thanks Changkyun,” you whisper next to his ear.
You pull away, and he just stands there, stunned. You chuckle to yourself. Where did the usual cool Changkyun go? Now he looks like a cute little stray wolf pup.
You twirl around and skip up the steps. You look back down at Changkyun, and smile wholeheartedly. “Come on, let’s go!”
What would it be like to live with some of The Witcher™ characters?
Eredin Bréacc Glas
Living with the King of The Hunt would be no easy task. Not only would you have to suffer through his rampage fits whenever something went wrong, his impulsive decisions as well as his epic disgust for most of human kind.
Geralt of Rivia
Workaholic, police officer trying to do some good in the world by saving people and killing bad guys, never without Roach. Mostly nice, sometimes a bit of a dick. Doesn’t want to do the dishes, wants to relax at home, missing his Roach.
Yennefer of Vengerberg
This isn’t surprising. Yennefer is a strong willed, ambitious business gal. She always keeps the apartment clean and sparkling. Does she cook? Of course not, she has a hired chef to cook for you. Would she be a great roommate to hang out with? Probably not, but she gets shit done. And if you manage to get on her good side, she’ll make sure you don’t end up in the gutter, maybe even offer you a job at her department. Moral of the story, get on her good side.
She pays the rent on time, mostly studies for her medical exams, has a neatly cleaned apartment (though not as neatly as Yennefer). She’s kind and withholds the rules of any agreement greatly. A nice friend to live with, perhaps not always very talkative. You get the feeling that she’s slightly depressed sometimes.
Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon
Don’t say anything stupid, she’ll kick your butt. Has a crush on the rampage guy above, and the redhead downstairs. As your roommate, don’t worry, she won’t be home much, doing who knows what. But she always pays the rent.
Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy
Whenever he’s around and not out on some adventure, you’ll notice his finesse sides, where he takes a great interest in herbs, cooking or reading. He’s great company in any aspect, you’ll have intriguing outdrawn discussions about philosophy, psychology, history and more. He doesn’t really work much though.
Triss is great to hang out with, she’ll not be home more than necessary, but still much more than many others, whenever she needs to recharge her batteries. She’ll likely invite you along to a gathering with her friends, hanging out on the beach, or eating out at a restaurant and much more. Besides spending time with the ones she loves, she also studies and proves herself a great roommate.
Creavan Espane aep Caomhan Macha
Well, what you’d expect. He doesn’t talk much, he’s not exceedingly friendly towards anyone, he mostly keeps to himself with a book in hand. Working at a university, he teaches as a professor and pays the rent well ahead of due time.
Julian Alfred Pankratz
He mostly plays at the local bar, perform guitar solos, plays his lute, writes poems and wooes the occasional lady. Usually he’s seen surrounded by one or more friends, gathering here and there. He’s rarely home and struggles to pay the rent on time. Neither does he study, but follows a dream of becoming a world renowned solo artist, poet and actor in theater.
Dettlaff van der Eretein
Though very kind and considerate, he would be a sensitive bloke to live with. Be careful with your words, for he will remember them if they’re hurtful, write them down in his notepad and stare at you intensely for the rest of the week. If you prove a dear friend to him, he will be loyal and sweet and even offer to pay the bills for you whenever you find yourself in a pickle. Sometimes he gives lovely gifts without reason, though might prove a bit possessive over you.
Ok, where the fuck did he go? I swear, he was right there a second ago.
PLEASE HELP ME, Im about to be homeless within a few days.
We were not able to pay rent as well as struggling with food,utilities, etc.
Not only that the landlord wants to take us to court.
I have been trying to hard to get work, commissions, etc. With no luck, now that time has come and I am going to lose everything.
We were already struggling with saving money for a place to live because our lease was up at the end of this month.
We had to not pay rent to pay car insurance, save for next place and food.
It is horrible we are gonna lose our cats too and I dont want them killed.
I am doing commissions, taking donations (my email is firstname.lastname@example.org) i will do ANYTHING commissions wise I just need money so badly..i dont care the amount really as long as I can get money fast i would do invoice but invoices stay in limbo until I can afford to pay off debt to get an official bank or credit card. So payment would have to be gifted.
I dont know what to do anymore please help me.
Sculpture eise they are all for sale but you have to give me the shipping to pay (it is better just all then one)
The only ones I have left are the lapis plaque, amethyst, pearl and garnet, I have others in progress and am willing to do commissions for sculpts too
Hey, could you do a scenario where y/n likes Taehyung and Jimin likes y/n. First she doesn’t like Jimin but then she likes both of them and y/n doesn’t know who too choose, and she doesn’t want to ruin V and Jimins friendship
“You’re literally a cliché. I told you in the first place it
was a bad idea to have a guy as your roommate.” Jimin complained.
He wasn’t wrong. A few months ago you were struggling to pay
rent so you decided it would be best to put out an ad for a roommate. Lucky for
you a guy around your age, who was completely gorgeous, already friends with
your friends, and single just happened to be looking for a place as well.
“Well he’s your friend so I thought maybe I wouldn’t be
interested but now I can’t help it…Please just help me this once.” You begged.
Jimin grew a smirk on his face and you already knew his
plan was bound to cause trouble.
“What if we make a plan to make him jealous? You and me can
pretend to be dating and if he shows interest then we call if off and he’s all
“Jiminie there’s so many things wrong with that. Are you sure
you’re not just trying to take me for yourself?” You joked.
He let out a small laugh. “You say that like I couldn’t have
you if I wanted. I don’t need to make excuses for that, babe.”
You rolled your eyes at his lame flirting. The idea of
dating Jimin was strange and foreign. Sure the two of you knew almost
everything about each other and spent all your time together but that was all
as just being friends. If something were to develop between you it would just
ruin everything and Jimin knew that for sure. He was careful about his
feelings towards you and if it meant watching you date other guys than losing
you then he would do just that.
“Let’s just try it. It couldn’t make things any worse than
they already are Y/N.”
“We do have that thing with the rest of the boys tonight….do
you think it will even catch his attention?”
“I promise you. It’s fool proof.” Jimin smiled.
He stuck his pinky out to you as if he was physically trying
to promise you that this would work. With one pinky promise and a nod from the
both of you, you had agreed on faking dating. Jimin stood up from the couch,
grabbing his phone to stash it into his pocket.
“I’ll see you later tonight then, okay?”
You gave him a smile. “Yeah can’t wait.”
As you hear him leaving the house you also hear him talking
to someone else. Taehyung must have been back from the gym as you heard them greet
each other and realized the absence of your friend. You jumped up from your
bed, running over to your dressers for something. If this whole fake dating
thing was going to start you had to make it convincing. So, you pulled out one
of Jimin’s shirts that he had left and slid it on before walking out to
greet your roommate. Taehyung seemed
shocked to see you standing in the doorway with only a t-shirt on that barely
covered your underwear.
“Jimin I think you-….Oh. Hey Tae.” You said, casually.
He seemed to be at a loss for words. “Uh..Hey…I think Jimin already left.”
You pretended as if this was news to you.
“Damn. I think he left his charger. Oh well, we’re gonna see
him later tonight anyway so I’ll just give it to him then.”
“Looks like you already gave it to him..” Taehyung mumbled to quietly for you to hear.
You titled your head innocently at his annoyed expression.
“Nothing. Never mind. How was today? I felt bad you had to
get groceries this week.”
Taehyung reached into the fridge to grab a water bottle as you
came over to sit at the seat next to the counter top. You shrugged, taking a sip
of your own drink.
“It was fine. How was the gym?”
Speaking of the gym. He always looked incredible when he
came back, his hair still wet from the shower he must have taken in the locker
room, and still wearing his tight workout clothes. He was a walking tease that
you knew you couldn’t have and it was actual torture sometimes. Seriously, how
can someone always look this good?
“Same as usual. There was this one girl though that
approached me today. It was kind of awkward at first but we must have hit it
off because she asked me on a date this Friday.”
You choked. “W-wow..That’s great..”
Taehyung shrugged. “I’m not sure about it though. She’s nice
and everything but dating sorta sucks when it’s with a complete stranger. I’d
rather it be with someone I know.”
“Yeah, I get that. I feel the same way.” You added, trying
to persuade him not to.
“Ha. Maybe we should go out then-”
The words you had been dying to hear had just come from his
mouth. You slowly raised your lips from your cup, speechless.
“Yeah. We should.”
Hearing the boldness in your tone, he looked up and met your
eyes with a smile.
“How about tomorrow night? I’ll pick out the place, I’ll pay
for it, and all I need is for you to be there with me. Sound good?”
You leaned your face into your hand, smiling back at him. “It
“Good. We should probably get ready for the party though
since it’s kind of late. You should wear that one pink shirt of yours. It looks
really good on you.”
His compliment made your cheeks feel warm but your happiness
completely shut out the nervousness you would have felt otherwise. In your
burst of happiness you had completely forgot the pact you had made with
Jimin, not even telling him before you went over to Jungkook’s place for his
Birthday party. You and Taehyung arrived together, telling Jungkook happy birthday
and handing him his gifts.
“I’m gonna head to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” You told Taehyung as you stepped away from the two of them.
Before you could even get far you felt someone’s hands
covering your face from behind.
“Guess who?” Jimin smirked.
You reached up, holding his hands.
Jimin moved his hands to show you his pouting expression.
You playfully pushed his arm, laughing. “I already knew it
Namjoon came over to the both of you, holding a cup in his
“You two seem friendly tonight.”
Jimin’s arm shockingly wrapped around your waist as he
pulled you closer. Namjoon scoffed, thinking he must have be right but you
stood there remembering what you had forgotten before.
“Yeah I guess you could say that.” Jimin let out in a
A tone that unknowingly sent a shiver down your spine but
not in a bad way. Your eyes trailed down to his hand grabbing at your side and
you felt yourself blush. Weirdly enough your mind begins to trail off thinking
about his hands in general. How nice they must be to hold, how nice they felt
on your waist, and god, who knows what he could do with those fingers-
“Hey Y/N! Jimin! Come over here we’re gonna play truth or
dare!” Jungkook shouted from across the room, snapping you out of your trance.
Without even a second to protest you felt your fingers
interlocking with Jimin’s as he guided you along to the living room. He sat
down on the couch, pulling you into his lap. He sure didn’t mess around even if
this all was supposed to be fake. Taehyung sat next to Yoongi, sitting across from
you, looking not so happy. You should probably just tell Jimin that it’s off
and that this was only going to make Tae want to cancel the date if anything.
“Y/N. Truth or dare?” Jungkook abruptly asked.
“Me? Oh, Truth.”
An arrogant smirk came from the boy as he remembered the bit
of gossip that Taehyung had told him earlier.
“Is it true that you came out of your bedroom wearing only Jimin’s shirt after he came to visit?”
The rest of the boys shockingly exclaimed, having no idea of
this happening. Your face had already began to turn red as Taehyung’s eyes were fixated on your answer. You wanted to clarify
but how were you going to explain to them that it was just to make Tae jealous and that nothing was going to between you and Jimin? Even though this was
also new to JImin as well he looked pretty pleased at what he had just
“Yeah…It’s true..” You admitted.
“Holy shit. No way..” Yoongi let out as well as Jin.
Jimin bit his lip, trying to act cocky. You felt his
hands roaming on you once more as well as his lips being pressed up against the
back of your neck.
“She just can’t seem to keep her hands off of me, so I gave
You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms.
There was nothing you could do that wouldn’t make you look like an idiot so you
avoided even looking over at Taehyung at this point.
“Jimin, Truth or Dare?”
“If you guys really are a thing now, I dare you to prove it
by kissing her.”
The rest of the boys were cheering the two of you on but
Taehyung stood up, leaving the room. You look back at Jimin.
“There’s no point he already left.” You whispered.
Was all he said before he started to lean in towards you.
Feeling pressured you placed your hands on his face while his still held your
sides. As only milliseconds went by you finally felt his soft lips now touching
yours for the first time. He felt different than imagined and he was actually
really good at it. Really good at it. It felt wrong since he was your friend
for so long but it also felt as if you were waiting for this moment. Just for a
second the thought of Taehyung slipped your mind and you were completely engulfed
by the kiss.
By the time he pulled away you already wanted more, looking up at him. Jimin’s lips formed into a small smile that had you melting in your seat. You had to stop yourself from getting too caught up in this when you reminded yourself that it was all fake. The boys had already moved on to the next person and Jimin didn’t seem too caught up in what just happened either. You stood up from his lap.
“I’ll be right back..” You told him.
Jimin grabbed your hand and you looked back at him.
“Don’t be gone too long.”
You managed a smile. “Yeah, I won’t.”
Looking around the house you tried to figure out which room Tae must have been hiding in. As you turned the corner you felt yourself run into someone’s chest.
“S-sorry-…Taehyung? Where did you run off to?” You asked, seeing the boy in front of you.
“My phone vibrated in my pocket and I got up to answer it.”
You just nodded, thinking he may be lying. The two of you stood in the quiet hallway without saying a word. Taehyung finally spoke up to break the silence.
“Did Jimin tell you anything earlier?”
You furrowed you eyebrows in confusion. “What would he have told me?”
“I texted him earlier..it was dumb. I didn’t think you were actually together, I just thought that maybe it was a misunderstanding. No wonder he didn’t reply back.”
“Why? What did you say to him?”
He let out a sigh. “He already knew I had a crush on you so I told him to back off if something was going on between the two of you. I wasn’t trying to get between you if you were already together but I thought I had a chance when you agreed to go out with me.”
The lump in your throat caused you to stay silent, not knowing what to say. Jimin already knew this whole time that Taehyung liked you so there was no reason to pretend for you two to date. It was then you realized his actual feelings for you and why everything felt so real. You had already liked Taehyung this whole time but now you were starting to get confused. Finally, you decided that the truth would probably be the best thing.
“We aren’t together. Jimin and I, I mean.”
Taehyung’s head snapped up and he finally made eye contact with you.
“But earlier and the kiss-?”
You exhaled in frustration. “It was all fake. I mean it was supposed to be in the first place but I didn’t know that Jimin liked me. I thought he was going to help me go on a date with you but you already asked me on my own and I forgot to call it off. I know planning this might make me seem like a weirdo but it was only because I liked you!”
“You were trying to make me jealous?” He asked, sounding unconvinced.
“So you like me then? Just tell Jimin that then. You don’t have to cater to him just because you’re his friend. It’s only going to hurt him worse if you keep doing stuff like this.”
“but I might like him.” You said quietly.
“I don’t know, okay? This really sucks because I know you’re friends and we all hang out all the time and if I pick one of you it will ruin everything! I shouldn’t have even said anything or did any of this in the first place. It’s my fault…”
“Yeah it kind of is. What the hell were you thinking?”
“I just wanted to be with you! I didn’t want to see you go out for dates anymore, talk about other girls to me, or see you bringing home someone else. I’m sorry that was so selfish of me!”
“It’s only selfish because you want both of us!”
Someone knocked on the room door and when you both turned around you saw Jimin in the doorway.
“Is everything okay?”
Taehyung clenched his fists.
“Don’t play innocent! God, I don’t even want to deal with this anymore. I’ll see you at home Y/N.”
You watched as he stormed out of the room, pushing past Jimin. Ultimately you felt yourself tearing up. You did it. You ruined it.
Jimin hesitantly walked over to you. When he tried to put his arm around you, you pushed him away.
“Don’t….I’m not playing this game anymore, Jimin. It’s over…He already told me you already knew.” You mumbled.
“And you told him you couldn’t be with him because you liked me.”
“I’m serious! I’m not picking between the both of you! He’s right. What the hell was I thinking? This is literally a shit show that I started. I’m not ruining things between you two. Just don’t contact me anymore..”
Jimin flinched, not expecting you to yell at him.
You ran out of the room, pulling your phone out. Your fingers dialed a friend’s number.
“Hey, Can I spend the night with you? I need to find a new apartment.”