the large family

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last night i was briefly talking about furbies and agreed that they should be interpreted as miniature, flightless griffins 

‘furbies’ are opportunist desert insectivores that may also eat some plants or carrion. resembling the build of a chinchilla with soft downy feathers and an otherworldly rate of colour mutation. they live in large family burrows and are extremely socially intelligent and vocal, in captivity they will mimic human speech. because of this, their small size, and many morphs, domestic furbies are popular pets but must be kept in at least pairs

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When I was seven years old, my Grandmother’s ladle went missing.

This was her favorite ladle. This was her only ladle. She had a very bizarre attachment to this ladle. She became convinced it had been stolen

Suddenly, she trusted no one in the family. Accusations were thrown left and right. Fissures were ripping the family apart as everyone claimed innocence and my Grandmother only grew angrier. Everyone had unbelievably bad alibis. No one could be trusted in the Dark Times ruled over by the ladle thief. 

She couldn’t just buy a new ladle, no, it was the principal of the thing- this was her Prized Ladle, and some heathen who dared share her blood had betrayed her and stolen it. The family was in complete turmoil- no one could hold a conversation for longer than five minutes without begging for the return of the ladle. Grandmom stopped making family dinners. No one was safe, no one escaped without feeling the weight of this crushing catastrophe.

And then, one day, upon opening a bag of flour, my Grandmother learned the horrible truth.

Her ladle…had just simply fallen into the bag without her noticing. 

You would think this is where the story ends.

You see, Grandmother simply couldn’t be in the wrong here. She, upon letting everyone back into her life again, declared this was all Bonnie’s fault. Cousin Bonnie had been using her kitchen for something around the time of The Incident and must have knocked the ladle in, on accident or on purpose was anyone’s guess, and left it there for the bag to be sealed up without anyone checking. 

The family was incredulous! After all the drama, the woman can’t even admit her on wrongdoing? We could not just stand for this. This was injustice. The eldest of Grandmother’s children started to formulate a plan amongst themselves. 

For context, there are Nine Children, and at the time of this event, perhaps…Twenty Grand and Great Grandchildren, all of varying ages. All were eventually brought into play within the plot. 

On Christmas, at the large, loud, entertaining family party, my Grandmother never stood a chance of noticing her daughter Megan sliding into the kitchen. 

She never noticed the shinning, silver gleam of a ladle clutched in her hand, as she handed it off to Bonnie. 

She never noticed Bonnie slipping it into her bag, and never questioned why Bonnie was leaving the party so early. 

The plan was in motion. 

It took dear Grandmother far too long to notice the ladle had once again gone missing. By the time she turned up at Bonnie’s doorstep demanding answers, the ladle was well on it’s way to Japan. 

Grandmother wasn’t told this, however; Just told that maybe she should keep a better eye on her possessions. 

Before the ladle got to Japan, there was a brief stop at Bonnie’s brother’s home in Hawaii, and he gave the ladle a tour of the beautiful islands, taking pictures all the while. Then, he had to deploy with the army in Japan, and the ladle went with him for some time. She saw the gorgeous sites and also learned the ways of a soldier. 

The ladle grew weary of this life, and was mailed off to another relative. 

Every day, my Grandmother would wax poetic about betrayal and her missing ladle. Every day, the ladle experience a new event, city, state, or country. 

While smiling, peace keeping family members would come over to help my grandmother search her possessions for her missing ladle, the ladle itself was on the trip of a lifetime. 

Sports games, box seats, tourist sites- this ladle and our family knew no bounds. One uncle bought a bunch of those can holders that look like shirts, so the ladle could keep modest on her adventures. Celebrities held her in their hands. She touched foreign sands. She found herself, her life and ladle-ality on this trip. The family literally sent this utensil on an Eat, Pray, Love journey just to be petty.

My mother and I received the ladle in the winter months, near the end of her journey. We took her to New York City with us, she saw the Rockettes, toured NBC, and sat with me at David Letterman’s desk. 

Everyone, for all of the ladle’s journeys, took pictures.

We reach Christmas, a full year after the ladle escaped my Grandmother’s dramatic clutches. Grandmom finds herself surprised when she’s pulled into the living room and presented a large scrapbook and a large santa-sack that appears filled to the brim. 

She opens the scrapbook and gasps, now face-to-face with what has been going on all year. The book was titled ‘The Adventures of Mabel the Ladle’. The first page proclaims that Mabel escaped because she had been lonely, and every picture in there conveys every single one of her fantastical adventures with the entire extended family.

Grandmother opened the santa-sack to discover everyone had bought her ladle’s that year for Christmas- metal ladles, fancy ladles, themed ladles, every ladle you could ever imagine. 

Mabel the Ladle was never lonely again.

My grandmother never lacked in kitchen ware again.

All Was Well. 

my pals on the lancecord asked me for some tips on cuban spanish so i thought i’d share them here too for all you lance writers. i’m a cuban voltron fan who doesnt want to live in fear of bad spanish in nearly every damn fic and im trying to be the change i want to see in the world. so feel free to message me if you have any questions about lance’s culture bc this is nowhere near being comprehensive at all.

lets get into the stuff google translate can’t teach u!

i don’t know anyone under the age of 60 who says “dios mio.” lance definitely would not, unless he is doing an impression of his abuela.

things that sound more natural than dios mio: ave maria, ay dios, por dios, AY POR DIOS

more commonly we exclaim “coño!” for anything. shock/anger/awe/etc. if the reaction is negative, it’s just coño. if the reaction is positive, we drop the first syllable and draw it out like “‘ñoooooo”

we exclaim “pinga!” or “cojone!” or “pinga cojone!” as a negative reaction more commonly than any translations of omg too

“de madre” is something we usually exclaim as a negative reaction. it can be yelled or sighed or grumbled. usually has a frustrated or incredulous connotation

“wepa!” is a sound we make as a positive exclamation.

we say “‘ueno” like the verbal embodiment of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (it’s bueno with the b dropped)


other things that sound really stiff for cubans to say is like, “hola, como estas?” i mean, you say it to people you’re not on a casual level with. to friends/family these sound more natural:

“que bola asere” is how we greet our close friends

“que bola” or “que vuelta” is how we say hey

“oye” is hey! but not as a greeting, as an exclamation. something you would say before a greeting or on its own when surprised/offended/trying to get someone’s attention/etc

common insults: cabron/cabrona, mojon, comepinga, comemierda

common pet names for anyone: flaco, nena, mojon, mi socio, corazon

“asere” is our word for “bro” that no other country uses (1000% what lance calls hunk)

we also have a tendency to call our family members by their relation+their name, such as “my Tio Jimmy called” or “Abuela Carmen is making food.” i think this is when we have big ol families and just saying tio or abuela isnt specific enough


also this isnt spanish but i s2g so many bilingual cubans i know use the word “fire” almost constantly to describe something awesome. so i think thats a small cultural thing that communicates lance is cuban without having him speak spanish. (ex. “omg that’s fire” “hunk makes fire tacos” “pidge is fire at fixing stuff” “can you play that fire song?”)


now here’s a bunch of stuff that’s just my opinion

  • I think it’s most in character for Lance to drop Spanish words only one or two at a time into English phrases, since that’s how he uses it in canon (“Hasta la later, Keith!”). A couple of quick examples off the top of my head -
    • tremendo/tremenda - an adjective for huge. “You’re being tremendo sore loser, but okay.”
    • todito/todo - means everything. you can use them one after the other for extra drama. “I forgot todito, todo, about calculus immediately after passing it.”
    • These sound like really natural ways to drop Spanish into conversation without being forced if you keep it to a minimum. I aint here to tell u how to write your lance but i beg you - Please show restraint and don’t try to use all of these tips at the same time!!
  • I recommend following latin internet personalities (like jaxxgarcia or mr. red) to pick up their Spanglish phrasing if you’re really into that. please don’t try to make up your own. it’s never as cute as you thought.
  • if you’re writing full on spanish for more than a word or two, please do not ever make Lance speak it “accidentally” (or even worse, on purpose) to someone he knows doesn’t understand the language. that’s really rude and alienating and it’s so against lance’s character to isolate himself from others like that when he speaks fluent english. 
  • other times Lance can toss a spanish word in without sounding forced is if he’s namedropping cuban things! Try looking up some of our 
    • food (ropa vieja, pan con lechon, arroz con leche)
    • drinks (materva, iron beer, malta), 
    • films (juan of the dead, azucar amarga)
    • or music (celia cruz, marc anthony, juanes*) and have lance mention them by their spanish name if the topic comes up. 
      • *not all of these musicians are cuban, but they’re some of the most popular amongst us. i’m simply naming artists i think lance is most likely to enjoy considering his age and personality.
  • speaking of music, we have very specific dance styles that are pretty cool and almost mandatory to learn at a young age. cubans in general love to party, and to host large family gatherings which easily morph into parties, and basically any social event seems awkward if there’s no one dancing at any point. 
  • what I’m trying to say is Lance definitely knows salsa or merengue moves.
  • I don’t love to party and I’m not a good dancer and I don’t like dancing, but I know salsa anyway because I had to be in the environment my whole life. always exceptions, but the majority of cubans grow up knowing how to dance and it looks more or less like this:

and one last opinion for the road:

Voltron takes place in the future, so I like to dream of Lance being born in a world where Cuba’s free from communism. If you’re doing a Voltron AU that takes place nowadays, please don’t write about Lance’s experience in Cuba if you aren’t familiar with what it’s like to live under a regime like that. It’s very bleak and textbooks don’t cover half of the fucked up things that those who live there actually have to go through.

Lance could have been born in Cuba, but raised somewhere else. Miami would be my recommendation because it’s our second homeland and it means he would have been raised surrounded by Cuban culture without the governmental oppression. But Cubans are absolutely everywhere, so it’s equally believable that Lance’s family could have immigrated to Pawnee, Indiana. Even in Voltron canon, I think it’s likely Lance moved to America at a young age because he clearly has a native fluency in English.

edit: I have a cuban things tag now if you’re interested in finding out more cultural details!

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headcanon that lance is actually really good at grooming others bc he grew up in such a large family. it definitely comes in handy when they’re all in the middle of space w/o any hair stylists nearby

+ bonus pigtail party:

Day 5: Your favorite Fall/Halloween treat reimagined as a Pokemon (bonus points if you give the pokemon stats!)

Cyanit, Rappit, and Caringo, Pokemon based on apples because I love apple cider and caramel apples :) And Apple art is so pretty!

Type: Grass –> Grass –> Grass/Fairy

Abilities: Aroma Veil, Chlorophyll

Hidden Ability: Damp

Cyanit: Small an sweet, it has many predators. But the poison seed in its back protect its family from large-scale attacks.

Rappit: Rappit is fast, agile, and likes to live in trees. It cuts down berries with its sharp claws.

Caringo: This large and caring Pokemon secretes a sweet, sticky substance which it uses to trap its foes. It is a very caring and warm creature.

I don’t know about stats, but it would be a special attacking glass cannon, with high speed, high special attack, moderate attack, moderate special defense, low HP, and very low defense.

8 Formidable Facts About Bees

Let’s hear it for the bees! (Let’s give the bees a ha-aa-aa-aaand!)

Spring is (supposedly) on its way, so we want to send a little love and appreciation to all the bees out there, making our everyday possible. Join us in celebrating these 8 reasons to celebrate our tiny, but mighty friends.

1. Bees make our surroundings beeee-autiful. In addition to pollinating our crops, bees are responsible for pollinating all of the things that make spring sing. And they’re no novices - they’ve been producing honey from flowering trees (fruit trees, nut trees, and bee-yond) for 10-20 million years! From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

2. Bees are social insects. Honey bees live together in large, well-organized family groups and engage in a variety of complex tasks not practiced by solitary insects. Communication, complex nest construction, environmental control, defense, and division of the labor are just some of the behaviors that honey bees have developed to exist successfully in social colonies. And they are not the least bit lazy: one single bee colony can pollinate 300 million flowers each day. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

3. Bees are above words. They communicate through ‘dance’ and pheromones. By performing what’s referred to as the ‘waggle dance’, bees can share information about the direction and distance to patches of flowers yielding nectar and pollen, to water sources, or to new nest-site locations. From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do honeybees love hexagons? - Zack Patterson and Andy Peterson

4. Bees make great wingmen. Bees are very busy little matchmakers. The bees’ side of the whole “birds and the bees” business is to help plants find mates and reproduce. Today, around 170,000 plant species receive pollination services from more than 200,000 pollinator species, a good many of which are bees! In return, flowering plants are an abundant and diverse food source for pollinators. For instance, fossil records suggest that bees may have evolved from wasps that gave up hunting after they acquired a taste for nectar. From the TED-Ed Lesson How bees help plants have sex - Fernanda S. Valdovinos

5.Bees put food on our tables. Bees pollinate our crops on an industrial scale, generating over one-third of U.S. food production. Their work alone has contributed an estimated $15-20 billion of value to the U.S. agricultural business. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

6. Bees can totally pack up a car better than you. Honeybees are some of nature’s finest mathematicians. Not only can they calculate angles and comprehend the roundness of the earth, these smart insects build and live in one of the most mathematically efficient architectural designs around: the beehive. Charles Darwin himself wrote that the honeycomb is a masterpiece of engineering. It is “absolutely perfect in economizing labor and wax.” From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do honeybees love hexagons? - Zack Patterson and Andy Peterson

7. Bees are hooked on coffee, too. When bees pollinate coffee plants, they consume low doses of caffeine from the coffee flower nectar, which means that bees are **BUZZZZZING** from a caffeine high just like us, AND helping us to get our coffee fix on the daily! From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

8. Honeybees are disappearing at astonishing rates. Not to be a **buzzkill**, but here’s a not-so-fun fact. In the past decade, the U.S. honeybee population has been decreasing at an alarming and unprecedented rate. Bee mortality rates in commercial production have more than doubled in the last decade, and in 2015, 40% of bee colonies were reported lost in just a single year. There are a variety of factors causing Colony Collapse Disorder, and scientists everywhere are working to prevent further loss of bees. Keep reading to see how you can help. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

Love bees as much as we do? Well, let’s give the bees a hand, for real! Plant some bee-friendly flowers this spring and remember, when bees have access to good nutrition, we have access to good nutrition through their pollination services

Voltron Swears

·        Pidge and Keith probably have the biggest potty mouths

Like Pidge has very colourful language, and uses a variety of curses at random

It freaks out the rest of the team because she’s so small, and the language she uses can be so vulgare at times

Lance and Hunk laugh whenever she swears around the team; Shiro is appalled.

  Like how could one so smol and innocent be able to curse like a sailor!

·    Keith doesn’t really care either way   His own foul language is mostly composed of the word ‘fuck’, which he uses frequently in different tones depending on the situation

Like when his lion gets hit, or he loses a round in training, it’s a short and angry ‘Fuck’

When he’s pissed off at someone it’s a loud burst ‘FUCK off!’ or ‘Fuck you!’ that makes the rest team jump in alarm

When he’s annoyed it’s a drawn out ‘fuuuckk’

And when it’s Lance nuzzling at his neck it’s a soft, mumbled ‘fuck’

He also flips people/aliens off a lot, and will often end a conversation by holding up two middle fingers and walking backwards out of a room

·        Shiro doesn’t really swear, out loud anyways.

He curses a lot in his head though, but has a really good poker face, so no one ever knows what he’s thinking

Besides “patience yields focus”

He almost lost it a few times with Slav though

·        Hunk tends to swear only when he’s in really stressful situations, but they aren’t actual swears

They’re more like utterances of ‘darn’ and ‘crap’

It’s hilarious and Lance will nearly piss himself laughing whenever he “curses”

Hunk once dropped a plate of space goo and muttered ‘oh for craps sake’ and Shiro, absolutely straight faced, said “Language Hunk.”

Everyone went silent, and Hunk looked ready to die of embarrassment not knowing if Shiro was being serious or not

But then Keith, of all people, began to chuckle, and the gig was up

Now whenever Hunk curses they all go “Language Hunk,” and Shiro mumbles something about a ‘swear jar’

·        Lance also tends not to swear, seeing as he came from a large family with smaller children

He tends to use playful expressions like ‘what the cheese’ and things like that

There are times, however, when he’ll switch to Spanish, which is like, level two anger for Lance

He can string long Spanish curses together and go on a rant whenever he feels the need, and it’s entertaining to watch, seeing as he’s very expressive with his hands, but also a bit intimidating, since none of them know what he’s saying

Sometimes he’ll just spout a bunch of random words to make his rant a little more impressive

He’ll also murmur Spanish curses whenever he and Keith go at it, which Keith loves, since it means Lance is in an entirely different world of pleasure

Level three swears for Lance are scary.

Like, he is pissed off.

When Lance uses actual swear words you know you done fucked up

·        Allura and Coran swear as well, but in Altean, so the others don’t really know what they’re saying (like with Lance)

Coran uses his curses efficiently, sticking them into conversation wherever he feels they’re needed

Allura, on the other hand, is much like Pidge, and has an impressive vocabulary when it comes to curse words

Coran is used to it for the most part, but there are times when she gets really mad and he has to remind himself that, yes, she is a princess, and not some ruffian raised in a bar

The others pick up certain words as well, and use them randomly, which is all very comical, until Lance accidently called an important diplomat a word he heard Allura use once, and said diplomat happened to know the Altean language.

Needless to say Allura had to do some extensive ass-kissing to make up for that one

Coran decided to teach tell them what the words meant after that, and the team had never seen Lance go so red

Keith still makes fun of him for it

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The angara are the only known sentient species local to the Heleus cluster. Oral histories describe how ancient angara were tribal and nomadic before settling in cities. Many of them still live in large, tight-knit families and workplaces have a guild-like organizational structure. Spirituality has a role in angaran daily life, with their calendar making space for the religious holidays of many different faiths.

I saw a post complaining about stereotypes for Hogwarts aesthetics, so here's modern hopefully non stereotypical aesthetics.

Slytherin :
blowing your allowance on clothes.
being the only friend with pale skin.
being the only friend with dark hair.
nice restaurants where you feel out of place.
wearing the same nice pieces of jewelry everyday.
pleather everything.
screamo music to classical music.
being trained through childhood to play an instrument and knowing none when you’re older.
closet overflowing with shoes and clothes.
but not wearing half of them.
the family disappointment and the family drinker.
has an entire photo album dedicated to tattoo ideas.
do it for the aesthetic.
0 or 100 all the time.

Gryffindor :
most likely to have a LARGE family.
slowly became the favorite child.
has a lot of piercings.
got their belly button pierced in middle school.
secretly in all the fandoms.
secretly shy and innocent.
reads all the time and actually does homework.
constantly saying “fight me.”
but would never hurt a fly.
quit sports halfway through the season.
THE MOST NAÏVE PEOPLE.
HATES hot drinks.
do it for the vine.

Hufflepuff :
making cookies for your friends, but eating them all.
long hugs.
attempting to garden.
WEED BROWNIES.
beanies.
petting all of the animals you see.
playing on sport’s teams all throughout school.
loving everyone.
to their face at least.
do it for you and your friends.
staying up until 6 in the morning when you have to be up at 8.

Ravenclaw :
knowing exactly how to do the homework.
but not doing it because the fandom life is more important.
“the book was better.”
the Original family disappointment.
but goes on to actual be successful.
the band kid.
looks like they’d like classical music.
but really listens to indie and alternative.
do it for tumblr.
wanting too many piercings.
shocking people with the fact you aren’t shy or innocent.
likes hot drinks.
going home in the middle of the day for a nap.
being a morning person who hates waking up early.

Do not mess with Terran kids

 Okay so i’m  not a writer but i had this dream yesterday, that i can`t get out of my mind, and i thought i mind as well share it.


So it started with a group of alien scientists kidnapping 20 kids kids from earth for an experiment, the oldest child was 16 and the youngest was 4.

The aliens stuck them on this planet called Cycloptia–for some random reason.

Anyway Cycloptia was a little bigger than earths moon and had  three moons  and three seasons spring,summer and fall.

The landscape consisted of a lot of fields,hills, and a couple mountains, also a shit ton of ponds, lakes and streams though rivers were rarer. Also everything except the plants were pastel colored. 

Cycloptia actually had humanoid people living there, the adulds  were around 6`8 on average and had one eye, they had similar vocal cords as humans but had never developed a spoken language, instead they developed telepathic abilities and communicated mostly with feelings and thoughts. despite being completely  physically evolved, they lacked any kind of social structures and after reaching adulthood they wandered around alone, they survived solely by eating easily picked plants and dead animals, they had no concept of hunting,farming,building or well anything, at all.

Back to the children.

After a couple hours of panicking, Nebula, a 10 year old Australian girl, was the first to find her cool,and quickly put her Lyanna Mormont level badassness to use.

Luckily the aliens had gathered a fairly diverse group of kids together–who all spoke English,because of course they did

A daughter of a teacher and a policeman from Greenland, a son of a politician from New York, a pair of Swedish twins  whose parents were collage professors  in history, a teen from Nigeria whose mother was a therapist and Nebula herself who came from a large tight knit family filled with scientists, doctors,astronauts   and lawyers and a couple of astronomers.


The kids using random facts from their parents large field of jobs, stuff they saw from Tv and just otherwise random things they read that seemed smart,and started to formulate a plan for survival.

And surprisingly  they didn’t all die,it actually worked fairly well, withing a month they had built a couple of shelters, had a small list of things they knew to be edible and were building tools, one kid had pitched the idea of persistence hunting– its a hunting technique in which hunters, who may be slower than their prey over short distances, use a combination of running, walking and tracking to pursue prey until its exhausted– and effectively solved the issue of how to get food while exploring the planet.

Three moths in, they had a miniature village, all the children had clear jobs to keep them all alive,–hunting,farming,gathering,building etc- and some of the kids had started making random animals into pets, the kids that came from farms, found local animals that reminded them of  livestock and started domesticating them and started planting crops, meanwhile the Alien scientists were starting to worry–the children colonizing Cycloptia hadn't been in the realm of possibilities.


Five moths in, a child Cycloptian got lost and was then effectively adopted to the group of Terran kids, the Alien scientist had a collective freak out as the kids taught the Cycloptian how to –among other things- speak and write English,the basics of earth culture and how to preform a certain job–building.

A year in, the village had transformed into a large town, as more and more Cycloptians got `adopted` by the Terran kids.

The alien scientists   were freaking the fuck out, because the experiment had gotten waaay out of hand, the kids had effectively created a government and they were surely going to start to consider space travel next–in the eyes of the aliens humans developed space travel ridiculously fast, and they assumed that the Terran kid would be ladidadi-ing around space within 5 years.

Aaand that's  when i woke up. XD

Listen like. I know the whole “Emily is Torbjorn’s kid!” thing is mostly a joke but list e n.

Emily meeting Lena for the first time at an overwatch thing and just. “dad u didn’t tell me u worked with a literal angel what the ungodly fuck dad” “you’ve met ang—” “not her. the one who just blinked into the wall.” “…”

Lena wooing Emily with god awful pickup lines during said thing and torb just looks at his wife, wife calmly takes a sip of her drink and just. “Called it.”

Only child and war orphan Lena immediately inundated and welcomed into the fam by a mountain of small children who have already embraced her as a big sister by proxy and she loves ALL OF THEM.

Also like Lena never being more intimidated of Torbjorn, a man she has gone into battle with and seen make and destroy weapons of mass destruction, then when she goes to ask for his blessing to propose to Emily. He gives her the biGGEST HUG and just. “about damn time.” 

The lindholme fam all have Discourse Kazoos for family dinners just in case Omnics get brought up bc that is the only time things get heated between lena and torb like. “Did you hear about what’s happening with Russ–” “PZZZZZZZZZZZTT”

Secrets

This is a (decently long, sorry for the lack of writing these past few days) one-shot for the below prompt! It… didn’t turn out exactly like the ask, but I hope you like it anyway! I’ve been wanting to try writing trans!lance for a while because I absolutely love that hc, and I really enjoyed writing this, so let me know if you guys like it, because I could definitely see myself doing another fic with it.

Trans! Lance where an asshole alien keeps miss gendering Lance and being transphobic and he starts to get upset and then the team overhears this happening and are about to kick the aliens ass.

I tried to make it gen… but it ended up being very klance, especially at the end… so uh… I hope you like it anyway! Sorry this always happens when I try to write gen fics.


Only half the team knew.

Contrary to their belief, Lance was actually an expert secret keeper. With a large family like his, he had to know when to keep his mouth shut. So, despite the loud, obnoxious, open persona he displayed for the others, he could also be sneaky.

He’d the had practice of years sneaking out of the Garrison, or even his house when he was little to go see the beach at night with his siblings.

So, keeping a secret on an unbelievably large castle ship with only six other people on it was easy.

Or at least, it should’ve been.

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KAIROS. 1

Originally posted by yoongichii


  • Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
  • Genre: Sugar!Daddy AU, Fake!GF AU
  • Warnings: angst, smut, degrading names, mentions of cheating, dom themes, asshole hoseok
  • Words: 10k
  • Summary: Jung Hoseok is the devil in Armani. Self-entitled, rich, with striking good looks, there’s nothing he wants for with his parents’ money backing up his extravagant lifestyle. Yet when suddenly he’s forced to find himself a humble girlfriend or say goodbye to his monthly paycheck, he runs into you, lacking everything he possibly looks for in a girl. But he’s desperate, and being desperate makes a man do crazy things.

a/n: tysm to my irl bff @garbageeking for beta-ing for me and providing me with endless sugar!daddy hobi inspo to help me finish this chapter!!! ily!


The high chime of yet another eager customer ricocheted off of pale yellow walls, leather booths, and tiled flooring that was worn down with age. The quaint little shop lacked elegance, yet made up for it with charm. Watercolor paintings of sea cliffs, dipping waves, and golden sand hung from every corner of the small cafe, each dated and signed by a unique signature in the far left corner.

“Table three!” Your father’s gruff voice reminded from the back storage room, your attention once again redirected to the easily recognizable and overgrown mop of dusty brown hair, belonging to your best friend, who wore a forlorn frown, looking especially distressed as he sat himself into his regular booth. Red leather squeaked under the weight of his body as he threw himself down onto it, leaning his head against the cool glass of the large window that overlooked the crowded sidewalks and busy streets, a long horizon of blue easily noticeable in the distance.

“You look like you need some pie.”

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Each time we get a new live-action Batman, I’m perplexed as to why we never get a Robin. No, I don’t mean Chris O’Donnell reluctantly moving to Wayne Manor when it looks like he’s already 21 or older. I don’t mean Joseph Gordon Levitt inexplicably being referred to as Robin during the very last minutes of a trilogy. And I certainly don’t mean hints of a long-dead Robin, sacrificed as additional kindling to toss upon the pyre that is Bruce Wayne’s grief.

Why don’t we ever get eight-year-old Dick Grayson? Why can multiple animated series and comic book arcs introduce a young, vulnerable child into Batman’s life, can give him purpose and gravity in the narrative and allow him to develop into a partner and then a hero in his own right, while movies either avoid him entirely or warp him into something unrecognizable? People more familiar with Batman as a pop culture icon than a character with a long, established comic history tend to be those who dismiss Robin by claiming that Batman is an eternal loner. That we’re tarnishing his character by burdening him with a child sidekick, and that he must prowl the night in solitude or we’re denying the most essential parts of his persona.

Are you kidding me? Batman independently paid for the floating space clubhouse that his Justice League buddies meet in. He is instrumental in connecting the entire database of heroes that make up the DC universe. You’re threatened by the potential presence of Dick Grayson? Bruce—in precious canon!– has no less than five adopted/biological children: Dick, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, and Damian Wayne (and sometimes Helena Bertinelli). That’s not to mention the multiple young people he mentors: Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, and Carrie Kelley in some continuities (and these same people will defend The Dark Knight Returns until their bitter deaths, so don’t you dare object to Carrie Kelley in the same damn breath).

I don’t think any other DC hero builds as large of an extended family as Batman constructs for himself. The Batfamily is legendary among the fanbase. Bruce loses his parents and he’s devastated and has obsessive and antisocial tendencies, sure. His gruffness is charming, even, but it’s a calculated presentation to conceal the brokenness at his heart. He seeks out troubled children to protect and guide again and again, because he doesn’t want them to develop his own self-destructive qualities. Everything that certain sectors of fandom glorify about Bruce, Bruce himself actively fights against seeing take root in any other vulnerable child. He trains them to serve Gotham City, but more importantly, he provides them with the stability to recover themselves from the brand of tragedy that shaped his own life. If you ask Bruce his greatest accomplishment, he’d say without hesitation, “Nightwing.”

If you think of Robin as a quippy sprite of a boy in bright colors and pixie boots, you’ve barely scratched the surface of what makes this character so important to the Batman mythos. He provides levity against Batman’s darkness, and it’s refreshing, sure. But he’s so essential to Bruce confronting his own trauma and development in being able to function as a team player—as an eventual member of the Justice League, which is a cornerstone of the upcoming films—that I honestly can’t wrap my brain around universes that exclude him. Dick’s presence forces Bruce to focus outside himself, and outside the single-mindedness of his mission. Batman needs Robin a lot more than Robin needs him, and the films consistently rob Bruce of one of the most significant bonds in his life.  

We have a new universe on the horizon, and the herald of a dead Robin before we even get started. I hope the DC films are satisfying and successful—truly, I do. But it makes me ask the same question I’ve had each time a Batman film has released during the last few decades: why are cinematic universes so threatened by the premise of a living child being a part of Batman’s world?

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What Am I To You? (Jungkook Smut)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut
Length: Very Long

*Warning- Extreme Sexual Content*

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Thanks @cata-clysmic for the request <3


Summary- You’ve been friends with Taehyung since you were 7, and you were disappointed when he told you that he was moving to Seoul to become a trainee at BigHit Entertainment. A few years later and you get a call from your childhood friend, and when you come to meet him, you’re surprised when he is living with six other people. You become friends with all of them, but your friendship with Taehyung only grows stronger. This causes a problem that you didn’t expect. Jealousy.

(It may take a second for Jungkook to come into the story because I had to give back story and such for you and Taehyung but I’ll try to speed through it)


“I’m moving to Seoul.”

You could say you were upset. You could say you were sad. But you didn’t know what to say. You could only stare wide eyed at your friend. Your friend that you’ve known for years. Almost eight years to be exact.

“Y-You’re m-moving?” You could only repeat what he said. Your mind wasn’t able to force your mouth to speak other than those two words. Taehyung nodded, his black bangs swaying. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” He could tell that you were starting to get upset, and he avoided your eyes. He swayed back and forth on the swing set you two were on, his legs bending and unbending.

“I just…I couldn’t find a way to say anything. Every time I see you, I can’t find the words…”  His words came out as mumbles and you could see that he was tearing up.

Taehyung has always been a sensitive person, and you knew that not only was this hard on you, but this was very hard for him. You reached over, your hand grabbing his thigh. He looked back up at you, a tear slowly falling down his cheek.

“I’m not mad.” You lied. Of course you were mad, but you couldn’t tell him that. That would hurt him more. “I just wish I knew a lot earlier.” That was the truth. Taehyung nodded, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes, a small smile growing on his face.

“Remember that audition I did last month?” You tilted your head in confused by the question. “Yeah. Why?” He rolled his eyes at how oblivious you are. “That’s why I’m moving. I’m going to become a trainee so I can hopefully become an idol.” He couldn’t hide his excitement as he explained and it all caught up to you.

Taehyung is an amazing singer, and you should’ve known after he went to the audition that of course he would be chosen. You smiled wide, the feelings you had earlier getting replaced by happiness for Taehyung’s accomplishments. “That’s amazing!” You grabbed his hands and squeezed them tight. His smile widened to his familiar box smile, which was your favorite smile of his.

“I’m proud of you, TaeTae.” You called him his nickname and he hummed, nodding. “Will you come with me to the transport station?” You immediately nodded at his question. There was no way in hell that you were going to miss seeing him leave.

He smiled, quickly standing from the swing to wrap his arms around you and lift you up. You squealed, slapping his arm to let you go. “Yah, don’t hit me, I’m older than you.” He hissed playfully.

He always says that when you hit him and you scoffed, raising your arm again and he flinched, flashing you his box smile. “You may be four years older but I’ll still hit you.” You warned. He scowled. “No respect for your elders…” You huffed, nudging him and he chuckled, his arm coming around and resting on your shoulders.

It is true that Taehyung is four years older, but he didn’t care and neither did you. You both have similar interests and no one in the neighborhood was better than you two. Though, things were tough with him being in high school and you still being in middle school. But you chose not to dwell on it.

“Let’s go, it’s getting dark.” Taehyung’s words cut you from your train of thought and you nodded, walking with him towards your neighborhood.


Today felt like the longest day of your life. There was no school so you ended up sitting in your room for hours, waiting to get the text from Taehyung that he was outside. 

When he did finally text you, you sprinted from your room and out of your house, seeing him outside with a few bags around him. You tried to smile but you couldn’t. No matter how happy you were to see him, you knew today was going to be your last for a while.

Getting to the transport station only took half an hour since you live relatively close, but it didn’t stop the walk there from being dead silent. You felt as if there was so much to say, but it didn’t feel right. Talking would only make this more difficult.

“How long will you be gone?” You looked up at Taehyung, his expression calm but his eyes showed the sadness he felt. “I really don’t know, (Y/N).” He instantly wrapped his arms around you, your face being buried into his chest. “But I’ll call you every day. I promise.” You felt tears start to develop and you held him close, your shoulders shaking as you cried.

Taehyung rubbed your back, shushing you calmly. You were surprised that he wasn’t crying either, but you knew that if he did cry, he’d never leave. “I’ll try to visit whenever I can.”

Those words gave you hope, knowing that you’d see him again soon. You slowly let him go, his hand holding on tight to yours. You watched as his transport came up, Seoul, Korea flashing in red on top of it.

He looked at you, almost as if he was asking permission and you nodded. His hand slowly let go of yours and he grabbed the rest of his bags, his eyes never leaving yours before turning as he climbed onto the subway.

You looked through the window as he walked to his seat, setting all his things down before sitting down next to the window. He looked back at you, meeting your eyes and he flashed you his familiar box smile before the subway started to move, and he disappeared down the trail.

That was the last time you’d see that smile for a while.

Taehyung kept his promise, calling you every day and he visited twice every four months. But soon, calls every day turned to calls once a week. And instead of visiting twice every four months, he’d visit once every ten months.

Then…it was like he never existed. You never got any calls, and he didn’t visit anymore. It was like he was completely gone from your life, and you were gone from his.


You hate high school. Not because of the classes, but because of the people. All they did was annoy you, and it drove you insane. So when you finally graduated and were offered to transfer to an all girls university in Seoul instead of the university in your city, you took the offer as soon as it was given.

“You work one on one with a teacher, and it’s an ‘At-Your-Own-Pace study. Your grades are phenomenal, so I’ve decided to apply you.” You jumped excitedly, hugging the head of your school board. “Thank you so much!” You grabbed your bag, taking the folder of info before running out of the office.

Your parents seemed to have been more excited than you were, and you smiled wide at the mention of a large family dinner. Everything felt perfect, and when you finally stood in front of the university, your bags in your hands, you knew you made the right choice.

You got to work one on one with a teacher, and you were able to work at your own pace, so you spent most of your time in your single dorm, studying or listening to music. 

You quickly adapted to being at the university, and after a month, you had many friends, and the teachers were impressed by your work. You were living the dream.

You sat on your bed, doing research on your computer so you could quickly finish a research paper. You were reading about women in history, which wasn’t your favorite topic but it was something quite fascinating to learn. You were reading an article when you heard your phone buzzing.

You told everyone you knew that you’d be busy for a few hours so you could concentrate on your research, so you stared at your phone, confused that someone would be calling you. You picked up your phone and looked at the caller ID.

Unknown.

You sighed. You knew it was going to be one of those numbers asking about your credit card, which you didn’t have. Ever since you turned eighteen, it seemed that every scam artist had your number and was waiting to get your information so they can leave you bankrupt.

You contemplated on whether to answer the phone or not. Naturally you wouldn’t, especially if you’re doing homework. But something about this phone call didn’t feel right, and the thought of not answering it made you feel uneasy.

Your finger hovered over the answer button before pressing it, your phone flying to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Oh good, your number didn’t change.”

You heard a deep voice respond and you furrowed your eyebrows. They seem to know you, but you have no idea who this man is.

“Who is this?” You heard the man on the other line scoff. “I can’t believe you don’t remember your childhood friend. Did you get a new phone? Aish, even then you should remember what my voice sounds like.” He complained to himself.

Your mouth shut tight, your hand shaking slightly as you held your phone to your ear. There was no way it could be him. After years of not hearing from him or seeing his face, he was suddenly calling you after a month of living in Seoul.

Unbelievable.

But you couldn’t help but say his name, just to assure yourself.

“Taehyung?” You felt your words only come out as a whisper and you were worried that he didn’t hear you but you were almost excited that he responded back. “Yes?” You couldn’t help the scoff that left you. “Are you really Kim Taehyung?” You asked.

“Are you really asking me that? Shouldn’t you know who you’re talking to? It’s been seven years and you still have no respect for your elders.” He argued, and you couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face.

“Kim Taehyung! I can’t believe it’s you!” You screamed into the phone. You got up from your bed, jumping happily in excitement. “I feel like I haven’t heard from you in years…oh that’s right. Because I haven’t.”

Taehyung sighed, his voice almost soothing to your ears. “I know, and I’m sorry. Training has been a struggle, so I haven’t really been able to keep in touch with anyone.”

You understood him, even if you didn’t particularly like that he had cut contact with you, you knew that it wasn’t on purpose. “I’m not mad.” Taehyung exhaled in relieve at your words. “Good.”

You two didn’t say anything after that, finding comfort in the silence at knowing you two were still there. The silence only lasted a minute though, when Taehyung asked you a question.

“(Y/N), where are you? Can we meet?” You looked around your room in surprise as if he was going to magically appear behind your door. “I’m-I’m in Seoul! I go to an all girls university here.” You walked to your closet, grabbing a small coat.

“Oh really? That’s amazing! We’re in the same city now. We should meet up somewhere. What’s close to you?” He asked and you thought to yourself, trying to think of a place that would be good to meet up. “Um…the only place I can think of is this bakery/cafe that’s ten minutes from the university. It’s called Kyo Bakery.”

“Perfect. See you there!” Taehyung quickly hung up, leaving you slightly disappointed that he didn’t stay on the phone with you, but you were more excited that you’d actually be seeing him. Face to face. After seven years.

You put on your sneakers and quickly walked out your dorm, looking around as girls moved past you to either go to their dorm or go to their lesson. You moved past them, making your way past the gate and out into the open city of Seoul.

The walk didn’t take long at all, an exact ten minute walk from the university and you were glad that you didn’t choose someplace farther. You walked into the bakery, the smell of fresh pastries and the faint smell of coffee invading your nose and you hummed at the delicious scent.

You walked up to the short line that went to the counter and you gazed at the menu, looking at what you wanted. The line went by pretty quick and before you knew it, you were up to the counter, looking at the woman as she stood smiling.

 “What would you like?” She asked, looking at the screen in front of her before looking back at you. “Hm…I’ll get a caramel macchiato and…a raspberry muffin.” You ordered what you usually get, which didn’t surprise the woman at the counter. She nodded, tapping at the screen as she put in your order.

“Okay…that will be 12000 won.” She said, looking up and her eyes widened as she stared behind you. You looked at her, noticing her gaze and you suddenly felt someone press behind you as they reached over and handed her their card. “I’m paying for it. Add a hot chocolate and an egg bread to the order, please.”

You heard a familiar deep voice and you froze as the woman nodded, adding his order to yours and took his card from his hand, swiping it before handing it back to him along with his receipt.

“Thank you.” He said politely before moving so he was standing next to you and you looked to see Taehyung. With that all too familiar box smile. “(Y/N)…I’ve missed you.” He murmured before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him to a booth in the back of the bakery.

You both sat, and for a minute or two you two just stared at each other, completely speechless. “I can’t believe you’re really here…and your hair.” You weren’t able to notice until now that his hair was now long and ash blonde, the light color being a huge contrast from when you last saw him and his natural black hair.

“I know…it’s been dyed quite a few times but this is the first time for my hair to be so long.” He touched the ends of it, his bangs almost covering his eyes. His eyes snapped back to you and he smirked. “You haven’t changed at all.” He teased and you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Yes I have. I’m tall, my hair is long now, and I don’t look like a little boy anymore.” You whined. 

Taehyung analyzing you slowly. “You’re right, your hair is longer. But you’re still short. And for the whole ‘little boy’ topic, that’s only because you finally have boobs.” You gawked at him, surprised by his words.

“That’s not the only reason!” You exclaimed, but he ignored you, chuckling at you before averting his eyes to the woman from behind the counter, who handed you your orders. “Here you go.” She said, placing them on the table. “Thank you.” You and Taehyung both said at the same time.

You looked at each other in amusement and the woman smiled, looking at Taehyung. “You’re V from BTS?” She asked and Taehyung looked at her, hesitating before nodding.

“My daughter is a fan, is it okay if I get an autograph?” Taehyung nodded, smiling softly and he took the pen and paper from the woman politely and signed it before handing it back to her and bowing. “Thank you for supporting BTS.” He said before watching her walk away.

“V? You’re famous now?” You asked, taking a sip of your macchiato. Taehyung looked at you as if you grew another head. “Do you not listen to music? Or watch the news? Or go on social media?” He asked. You shook your head. “I am too busy with my studies for social media, but I do listen to music.” You confessed.

“What do you listen to?” He asked, a little bewildered by your answers. “I listen to a lot of Western artist. I like the music they make in America.” You took a piece of your muffin and popped it into your mouth. Taehyung sighed, slumping in his chair. “You’re just like Jungkook.” He mumbled.

“You raised an eyebrow. “Jungkook? Is that one of your band members?” You asked and Taehyung nodded. “Do you know nothing about me?” His voice coming out slightly hurt.

“I mean, I haven’t seen you in years. I just assumed that you moved on with life without me.” Taehyung was quick to grab your hand. “I would never.” He assured you, a playful smile on his face and you giggled, smacking his wrist lightly.

“Well then, V, tell me about what you’ve been up to. Who are these members that you’re with?” You sipped from your cup again, looking up at him. He took a bite of his egg bread, looking from the pastry to meet your eyes. “Why don’t I just introduce you to them?” He suggested and you quickly shook your head.

“No no no, Taehyung you don’t need to do that.” You set your cup down, waving your hands in refusal. “You know I don’t do well around new people…I’m all awkward and stuff.” You mumbled. Taehyung laughed out loud at that, causing you to glare at him. “You’re awkward no matter what.” He teased before grabbing your hand.

“Come on, come with me to the dorm.” He got up from his chair. He grabbed his egg bread with his other hand and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Taehyung loves his bread. “Okay, okay. But only because I know I don’t have a choice.” Taehyung smiled, pulling you close. “I’m glad that you still remember me so well.”


The walk to the dorm was the hardest you’ve ever had to deal with. When Taehyung said that you’d have to avoid fans and cameras, you didn’t think it would be like this. It seemed that fans visited the large dorm frequently, gifts ranging in sizes from small to gigantic being stacked in front and next to the door.

“Follow me.” Taehyung pulled you down an alleyway before quickly pulling you in through the back entrance that was hidden by tall trees. “This is how all the members get in, or else we’ll be mobbed by fans.” He opened the door and pulling you into the dorm house. You entered in, seeing a laundry room and racks of clothes.

“Sorry for the mess. It’s seven of us living here so…” He apologized but you quickly shook your head. “It’s fine. My dorm is for one person so it’s super small, it’s nice to be somewhere that’s bigger.” You looked at Taehyung’s relieved expression. You were entertained to see that seven years later, he still felt sensitive to other’s opinions.

“It’s Taehyung! I brought a friend with me.” Taehyung looked around as he held onto your hand still, pulling you around. You followed him like a lost puppy, sticking to him like glue.

As you two entered what you saw to be a large kitchen, you saw six other men sitting around a table eating kimchi ramyeon. They all immediately looked at you, all of their eyes widening.

“Taehyung…why is there a girl here?” One of them asked, his eyes wavering from you to Taehyung quickly. “She’s my friend. I’ve known her since I was little and we just met up cause she lives in Seoul now. She didn’t know that I would actually become an idol. She didn’t even know BTS existed until now.” All the members looked at you, their eyebrows raising almost in sync except for one, who stared directly at you as if you were God coming down to Earth.

“She doesn’t know who BTS is?” One of them questioned and you were the one to shake your head. “Never heard of you.” They all looked at each other, some showing sighs of relieve and some of surprise except for the one, who was still gazing at you.

“I suggested that she meet all of you, since she was curious about who I currently live and share a bathroom with.” He let go of you and moved so he was sitting beside one of them. He grabbed a bowl of rice, taking a spoon and shoving a bunch into his mouth, causing his cheeks to swell up like a chipmunk.

“Well, I guess we can just introduce ourselves since you have no idea who we are.” Another member said, a wide smile on his face causing his big cheekbones to raise.

“I’m Jin. I’m the oldest and most handsome member.” Jin smiled at you. You tilted your head curiously, not expecting him to be so straightforward and the member next to him glared at him. “Hyung…” He mumbled, shaking his head in embarrassment. He then looked at you, raising his hand and waving once.

“I’m Min Yoongi, but you can just call me Yoongi. But my stage name is Suga.” He explained. “He also talks a lot.” The same member who was smiling earlier at you teased and Yoongi looked at him, his eyes shooting lasers.

“I’m Jung Hoseok, but just call me J-Hope cause I’m your hope. You’re angel! I’m J-Hope.” He laughed out loud and you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

The other members buried their face in their hands, slightly embarrassed. The member next to J-Hope raised his hand up slowly, looking at you shyly. “I’m Jimin.” He said simply, his smile making his cheeks raise and his eyes form into lines. He was so cute you couldn’t help the blush from forming on your cheeks.

“I’m Namjoon, I am the leader of BTS.” Namjoon introduce himself next, his soothing voice and friendly smile gave you comfort. You then looked at the man who was staring at you earlier and his mouth opened only to close again. He looked down, avoided your gaze. “I’m…Jungkook.” He murmured and it was almost hard for you to hear but you managed.

“Well um…my name is (Y/N) and I’m Taehyung’s childhood friend. You don’t have to worry about anything, I care about Taehyung more than the world so I won’t do anything to hurt him, or any of you. I’m hoping we can become close friends as well so…please take care of me.” You squeaked, bowing to all of them.

They all smiled at you, adoring you. “She’s so cute. Where did you find her, Tae?” J-Hope nudged Taehyung, his mouth full of ramyeon as he looked up at you. “Are you hungry? Sit down and eat.” Jin motioned for you to join him and he held out a bowl of rice, which you took politely.

“I haven’t eaten all day…Thank you.” You murmured and Jin smacked Taehyung’s back. “Yah! You’re gonna let a girl starve? Aish, you’ll never get a girlfriend.” Jin exclaimed, an annoyed expression on his face.

Taehyung gazed up at you apologetically and you simply giggled, ruffling his hair. “I’m fine. Taehyung paid for my order at the bakery we met up at, so he isn’t all that bad.” You teased an Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you, a pout on his lips. 

You sat next to him, sitting close so you could lean against him. Even though you just met Taehyung’s members, you were still nervous, so you couldn’t help but cling to him.

As you took a bite of your ramyeon, you looked up to see Jungkook staring at you, his stare shifting between you and Taehyung before he looked away, his attention now at J-Hope as he spoke about their upcoming comeback.

“You haven’t seen our new comeback teaser, have you?” Namjoon spoke and you noticed that you were still staring at Jungkook. You quickly looked away before his eyes could snap back to yours and looked at Namjoon. “No, I haven’t.” You answered back and Namjoon was quick to take out his phone and search for it before handing it to the members to pass over to you.

You took Namjoon’s phone, the video’s thumbnail being Jimin. You looked at all of them to see them staring straight at you and you looked back down at the phone, pressing the video.

You were first surprised by the quality, but with it being 2017, the high quality wasn’t that much of a surprise. You saw Jimin in the video and once you heard his voice, your mouth was gaping open. His voice is so beautiful. You never thought you would hear such an angelic voice.

And the video gave off such a boyfriend aesthetic, you almost fell in love with Jimin as you watched it. You were so engulfed with Jimin’s voice, you didn’t notice that the video ended and you quickly replayed it, watching the video again. it wasn’t until you heard J-Hope and Jin laughing loud that you looked up, seeing all the members smiling at you, including Jimin who was blushing shyly.

“I’m guessing that you like it?” Taehyung teased and you quickly buried your face in his neck, embarrassed. “Jimin, I think she likes you.” You heard Taehyung say and you quickly pulled away from his neck, slapping his arm. “I-I don’t! I’m just…he’s really handsome and he has a beautiful voice is all.” You mumbled, your cheeks burning red. You looked up at Jimin who was smiling at you.

“It’s okay.” Jimin’s quick words somehow calmed you down and you nodded, returning a small smile. You heard a slam and you turned your head to see Jungkook looking at you, his eyes narrowed before he looked at the other members, his expression unreadable.

“I’m going to go take a shower…we have an interview tomorrow and I want to sleep early.” He mumbled, getting up and walking off down one of the hallways. You watched as he left before looking at the other members. They all shared your same expression of confusion. “What’s his problem?” Jin grumbled, his eyes flashing annoyance.

“I don’t know…Jungkook rarely gets angry.” Yoongi shrugged, getting up as well. “Hyung, I’ll help you clean. Jungkook’s right, we need to get ready for bed, we have that interview tomorrow and we won’t be in our right minds if we stay up too late.” He patted Jin’s back and Jin sighed, nodding. 

“Alright. Well (Y/N), it was nice to meet you, but we gotta get ready for tomorrow. Hopefully we can see you this weekend? We’re going to Han River just to walk and enjoy outside.” Namjoon looked at you, his kind smile bringing you comfort. “Yeah, of course!” You smiled back at him and he nodded.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” Taehyung grabbed your hand as he got up. You nodded, quickly saying goodbye to the members before following Taehyung out the dorm.

The whole walk home and the days following after, all you could think of was Jungkook. Why was he so upset?


It’s only been three months, but it felt like years when you’re with BTS. Your bond with them was so strong, and you felt like you knew so much about all of them. You and Taehyung were inseparable, and whenever he wasn’t doing promotions for their new comeback or on tour, he was with you, and you were with BTS.

Even you and Jungkook started to become friends, but only when Taehyung wasn’t around. Whenever he was it was like he suddenly became distant, and angry. It confused you but Jin would just tell you not to think about it, and that sometimes Jungkook can be a little bipolar.

But it didn’t seem like that to you. How could Jungkook be so nice to you when you’re alone but once Taehyung was there, he was like a different person. It didn’t make sense to you and you wished that you weren’t so oblivious so you could figure it out.

“What are you thinking about?” Taehyung asked, squeezing your hand as you stood next to him. You always held his hand when you felt nervous, and you didn’t realize that you were holding his hand until he said something. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, looking up at him but he only raised an eyebrow. “You’re a bad liar.” He turned towards you, running his fingers through your hair and you slowly calmed down. “I’m just…thinking about Jungkook.” You admitted and he sighed, his mouth forming into a line.

“You should talk to him if it’s bothering you so much, (Y/N).” He held your face in his hands. “You’re so oblivious. If his behavior bothers you, just talk to him.” He pulled away, pointing to him. You looked in Jungkook’s direction, seeing him talking to Jimin in the kitchen. His eyes shifted to you and you quickly looked away.

“I’m…nervous.” You mumbled, moving so you were burying your face in Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung grabbed your shoulders, pushing you back slowly. “You can’t spend your entire life being nervous to talk to people.”

“Says the one who performs for a living.” You argued and he scowled, ruffling your hair. “Shut up…go talk to him.” He flicked your forehead and you winced, your hand flying to where it hurt and rubbing it soothingly.

You looked back up to see Taehyung on the other side of the room, talking to Namjoon and you sighed, turning your head to see Jungkook staring at you. He tilted his head slightly, motioning for you to follow him before walking down the hall. You hesitated, looking around to see no one paying attention and you quickly walked down the hall, following Jungkook in his steps.

He walked upstairs and you followed close behind, staring at his back as he walked into one of the rooms. You glanced inside to see a large room divided in half, one half with two beds and the other half with one. You walked inside and Jungkook stayed behind, closing the door behind him, leaving you two alone.

“I’m guessing one of these is yours?” You asked, standing in the middle awkwardly. Your hands played with the material of your sweater, clenching around the ends. He said nothing, his eyes burning into yours.

“Um…Jungkook…I’ve been meaning to ask you-”

“Why am I to you?” Jungkook interrupted you mid sentence and you stared at him blankly, unable to think of a response. “W-What?” He rolled his eyes, his arms crossing over his chest. “What am I to you? A friend? Taehyung’s friend? What? Do you even like me?”

Jungkook’s never ending questions left you flabbergasted and you couldn’t find the words to answer his questions. Jungkook started to get more frustrated and his jaw clenched. “I wish you would say something.”

“What can I say? I…I don’t know how to respond.” You ran a hand through your hair. “Just tell me the truth. Do you have feelings for Taehyung?” Jungkook held his gaze, his eyes wary.

“What? No!” You started but Jungkook only got angrier. “Don’t lie to me!” He yelled, which took you by surprise and you flinched back slightly. “I..I don’t.” You mumbled.

Jungkook’s tongue pressed against his cheek in annoyance and he started pacing his room. “(Y/N)…what am I to you?” He asked. “Why do you keep asking me th-”

“Because I need to know! Because I think I’m in love with you. No. I know I’m in love with you and it would hurt me if you’ve been leading me on all this time.” Jungkook got closer to you, his hands grabbing your shoulders to keep you in place as he leaned closer to you.

“What am I to you, (Y/N)?” Jungkook asked once more. Your heart felt like it was beating a hundred times a minute. “Jungkook…”

Everything felt like it was moving too fast. You didn’t know what to say to Jungkook’s question, and he scowled at your lack of an answer and grabbed your face, pulling you closer to him as he pressed his lips against yours.

His lips were slightly chapped, but they were soft and you couldn’t help but melt under his touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his arms tightening around you.

You froze when he pulled away, his eyes were dark and clouded. “You’re mine. You hear me?” His voice was demanding, but strangely you didn’t mind it. You quickly nodded and a smirk played at his lips before he leaned in again, his lips dominating over you.

Your knees felt weak and you slowly wrapped your arms around Jungkook’s neck. He suddenly growled against your lips and you were pushed against the wall hard, your hands being pinned above your head by his hands. “I didn’t say you could touch me.” He snarled and you nodded quickly.

What’s happening to me?

Naturally, you’re never like this. But there was something about Jungkook, that made you become a different person around him. It was like you liked to be controlled, but only if it were him.

Your thoughts were clouded when he pressed his lips hungrily against yours, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth and you instinctively moaned. Jungkook let go of your hands but you kept them raised above your head, not wanting to make him upset.

His hands trailed down your sides before going under your sweater, his warm hands leaving hot trails up your body as he lifted your sweater off of you, exposing your white bra.

He pulled away from your lips, looking at your body and you suddenly felt self-conscious. “So pure…yet you’re such a bad girl.” He leaned in quickly, attacking your neck and chest with kisses and leaving marks behind, sucking hard on your skin to leave dark red bruises that you knew would turn horrible shades of blue and purple that would last for days.

He pulled away, leaving you breathing hard and half naked. He backed up until he was a few feet from you. “Take it off.” He narrowed his eyes at you and you stared at him blankly. “Wh-what?” You asked and he rolled his eyes. “Take off your clothes. All of it.” He looked you up and down.

You looked down at your body, your hands hesitantly going behind you to unclasp your bra and it slowly fell to reveal your breasts. You looked up at Jungkook to see him staring at your breasts, his tongue poking out to lick at his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

You don’t know why, but hearing Jungkook say that made your heart jump, and you were quick to take off your pants and underwear just so he could compliment you again. You wanted more. You wanted him to praise you.

“Come here, baby girl.” He called for you, his voice soothing and calm and you sauntered over to him, his arms wrapping around you. You got on your tip toes as he kissed you again, this time his kisses were soft and gentle, as if he were taking his time.

His hand went down to grab your ass. His hand was rough and you squeaked as he kissed you when his hand quickly smacked your ass, the stinging pain lingering. You felt his hand come down under your ass to start rubbing your folds, making your knees buckle as a surprised squeal left you. He held you up with his other arm, his arm wrapping tight around your waist as he held you against him, rubbing you faster with his fingers and his kisses swallowed your moans.

He pulled away making you gasped. You buried your face in his neck. “Stay quiet. The members are still here.” He warned. You nodded, your mouth now on his neck to quiet your moans. “Leave a hickey, and I’ll make sure you won’t walk tomorrow.” His words didn’t fear you, and instead it only made you more worked up, your legs trembling as his fingers found their way inside you.

“God, you’re so wet…are you wet for me, baby girl?” You shivered at his voice in your ear and you nodded. You felt him press himself harder against you and you felt something hard press against your waist. “See how hard you make me?” He breathed and you had to bury your face in his neck to muffle another moan, his fingers moving inside you while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

You suddenly felt empty when his fingers came out of you. “You’re not cumming till I tell you to. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” He growled and you instantly fell to your knees, watching as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled down his pants and boxers, quickly taking them off.

He’s big.

Bigger than you thought, and you looked up at him, his pupils blown up to full size. “I’ve…”I’ve never…done this before.” You murmured. You looked down, feeling like you disappointed him but you snapped your head back up when you heard his voice.

“I’ll take care of you.” He said it so softly that you knew he wasn’t lying. His eyes were burning into yours as his fingers traced your lips before his index finger pulled down at your bottom lip. “Open your mouth baby.” He cooed. You obliged, opening your mouth big enough for him to slowly push himself in, the taste of pre-cum on your tongue.

“Now suck on me.” He directed you and you followed along, sucking as he moved in and out, his cheeks becoming slightly red as he groaned softly. His noises were quiet enough for only you to hear, and it turned you on tremendously.

“Fuck…that feels good.” He started to move a little faster and you looked up at him, his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth. “Relax your throat and don’t try to breathe till I’m done…I don’t want you to choke.” He ordered quickly and you quickly did so, already having a feeling as to what he was going to do and you were correct when he started to buck his hips, fucking your mouth.

His quiet groans started to become slightly louder as his hands grabbed onto your hair, his muscles tightening as he breathed heavy. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” He repeated before pulling away, a trail of saliva following as you breathed heavily.

He smiled down at you, his thumb coming down to wipe the spit trail from your lip. “That was amazing, baby girl. I almost came.”

The praise.

You smiled up at him, feeling like you accomplished the most. “Does my baby girl want an award?” He raised an eyebrow and you nodded quickly. “Get on the bed.”

You stood up and quickly walked over to the bed, sitting on it and facing him. Jungkook walked over to you, his hand coming down to push you slowly onto your back. “Move back till you’re at the headboard.” You followed what he said, quickly moving so your head was laying on one of the pillows.

Jungkook took off his shirt, his toned chest and abs making your mouth water. He crawled over to you, his face stopping between your legs. “Spread your legs wider for me.” He pressed a kiss against your clit and you hummed, spreading your legs wider.

His hands came down to hold your waist down as he immediately started to lick between your folders, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, making your back arch. You grabbed one of the pillows, putting one of the corners into your mouth and you bit down on the material to keep you from moaning loud throughout the dorm.

Jungkook pleasured you, his tongue doing wonders and your toes curled and your hand flew to his hair, clenching his chocolate brown locks in your hand. You started breathing heavy, a heated feeling building in your stomach.

“That…That feels so good.” You moaned and that only encouraged Jungkook to pleasure you more, making your legs shake as that heated pressure built up even more.

“Do you want Daddy to let you cum?” He asked against you, his tongue going back to your clit and flicking against it, causing your body to jolt. “Y-Yes D-daddy…”

Jungkook hummed at that, loving the sound of you moaning for him and he put all his attention on your clit, his tongue swirling around it and your legs started to shake again, the pressure building before you gritted your teeth, ecstasy washing over you as you came.

Jungkook watched, getting more turned on by how sexy you look when you cum. “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Get on top of me and ride this dick.” He groaned, laying down on the bed. He reached over, going into his nightstand and pulling out a condom. He tore it open with his mouth and quickly rolled it onto his dick before looking at you.

You took that as a signal to climb onto his lap. “Is this your first time?” He asked. You hesitated before nodding. He smiled, his hands massaging your hips. “I’ll be gentle on you at first, but I won’t be able to control myself later.” You blushed, nodding before moving so he was placed at your entrance.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, his dick filling you and you hissed slightly in pain. “Try and take it all, baby…” He groaned, the feeling of you tight around him making his hands grip your hips tighter. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He moaned, his eyes closing. You sat still, waiting for the pain to become more tolerable before nodding quickly.

“I’m ready.” You looked at him and he bit his lip. “Move your hips, baby.” You put your hands on his chest as you started to move your hips, his dick moving slowly inside of you.

You hung your head down, your eyes closing as you concentrated on not making any noise. “Oh..God..” You moaned quietly, and Jungkook groaned, his nails digging slightly into your skin.

You continued this, grinding your pussy against him as his dick moved inside of you and you looked back at him, the pain being replaced by pleasure. “Jungkook…please fuck me.” Jungkook opened his eyes, looking all over your body.

“Kiss me.” He said simply and you leaned forwards, his hands moving down to your ass. He lifted you up so your ass was in the air before bending his knees and thrusting up into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room.

He was thrusting deep and hard inside you, the feeling of him pounding up into you making that familiar pressure built again. His lips were on yours, his mouth swallowing your moans as his tongue slid against yours.

He moaned into your mouth, his hands letting go of your ass and he pushed himself deep inside you as he rolled over, putting you under him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he started to drill into you, his cock pushing deep and hard, hitting your spot over and over and your eyebrows furrowed, the pressure was now over the top and your legs started to shake again.

“Fuck…I’m gonna cum..” You moaned, burying your face in Jungkook’s neck and he groaned, pounding into you harder and faster. “Cum for me, baby girl.” His thrust started to become sloppy as he was also close to releasing.

You came, your mouth on his neck as you bit and sucked, unknowingly leaving dark hickeys in your place. The pain mixed with the pleasure of you coming on his dick made him also release, his cum spilling into the condom as he rode out his orgasm.

He pulled out of you, the room being filled with heavy breathing from the both of you. “That…was amazing.” You panted, looking at Jungkook. He smirked. “Thanks.” He chuckled.

He sat up, grabbing his shirt from the floor. “Get dressed, we’ve been gone for a while.” You nodded, getting up from the bed and quickly put on your clothes.

After the both of you got dressed, you turned towards Jungkook. “So…are we…together?” Jungkook looked at you, amusement in his eyes. “I sure as hell hope so, or else we fucked for nothing.”

He chuckled as you blushed, looking down. You felt his arms wrap around your waist and you looked up, his eyes looking down at you lovingly. He quickly pressed a kiss against your lips, making you hum in satisfaction. “Come on, let’s go.”


A few hours passed and soon you had to go home. Taehyung walked with you, the moon illuminating the trees as you made your way towards your dorm.

“So…did you and Jungkook have sex?” Taehyung asked. You almost tripped on your way up the stairs and Taehyung grabbed your arm, holding you up. “I-um..” You started but Taehyung shook his head.

“I already know. You have hickeys all over your neck.” He teased, pulling the collar of your sweater down to expose the dark purple marks all over.

You smacked his hand away, quickly opening your dorm room door. “Shut up Taehyung, good night!” You yelled, slamming your door shut behind you. You heard him chuckle before his footsteps slowly becoming silent as he left. You sighed, sitting on your bed before laying down against it, your arms spreading out.

You were about to close your eyes before you heard your phone’s text tone. You looked at your lock screen, your heart beating hard when you saw it was a text from Jungkook.

You opened it up, your eyes opening wide and your stomach twisting into knots when you saw his text along with a photo.

I warned you not to leave any marks, baby girl. You left a lot. Now I have to make sure you won’t be able to walk after tomorrow night. Hyungs will be gone. Be in my room at exactly midnight tomorrow…or you’ll regret it~

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Author’s Note!

I’m sorry if there are typos, it’s late at night and I’m extremely tired so I’ll fix all the typos as soon as I wake up in the morning tomorrow :)

Update: I fixed the typos and even edited some stuff, so if there are still some grammar issues, just know that English is not my first language so I (somehow like idk why I’m like this) still struggle with simple phrases. >_<

HOLY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I DID NOT THINK I’D LIVE THROUGH THIS TO BE FUCKING HONEST.

let me calm down…

I hope you guys enjoy it :) I honestly worked really hard to make sure it was good, but I know it was kinda hectic in the beginning. Just bare with me, okay :’)

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