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From behind the grand piano Yoongi just scowls, annoyance etched into his pale skin like you're the one being impossible, and when he opens his dumb mouth back up again- you barely manage to swallow the urge to bean him in the forehead with one of your drumsticks.
"Upbeat," He begins slowly, eyes boring into yours, "And disgustingly overdone are two very different things, hotshot."Holy crap. You're spitting before you can even think about the other person in the room besides the two of you, "You of all people would know about overdone, wouldn't you two-bit?"
Namjoon sighs. It's a common sound for everyone in the vicinity whenever you and Yoongi are involved.
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"I fell, I think. When you yelled at me."
"What do you mean you think? Of course you fell! You were standing up on the fucking safety rail of a bridge like an idiot!"
You frowned, but not at the insult- feeling was starting to come back in your fingertips and toes and all of a sudden everything felt very tight. Your wet clothes, the vice grip he had on your biceps, your brain in your skull. Your lungs when the horrified embarrassment began to set in as it clicked. This kid saw you standing on the ledge of a bridge, at six in the morning, when no one else was around. He must've dove in the water after you when you fell. He thought you... oh shit. Oh shit.
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"Seriously," Min Yoongi says. His grip on the bag is so tight that his already pale fingers are turning white. "You really saved my ass. I owe you."
And he's watching you carefully, almost like he really wants you to understand the gravity of what he's offering- and you do. This is your one pass to ask him anything right, to ask him for anything- the cutest Music Theory TA you'd ever had- and he was letting you know he meant it. Wow. Who knew all you had to do was chase after him with his own forgotten laptop bag.
"Anything?" You ask tentatively. He nods.
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Supernatural creatures don’t really scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat--even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.
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...and a partridge in a pear tree by strangehunger
Fandoms: Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir
04 Feb 2020
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“Gideon,” said Palamedes with the patience of a saint, “the rules are the rules. It wouldn’t be fair if I changed them just for you. In a well ordered society—
“It’s not a well ordered society.” Gideon knew where that was going, and she certainly didn’t have the time. She slapped a slip of paper onto the counter and said, “It’s secret santa.”
And there lay the source of all of her problems: handwritten in a script so neat and precise it could have been printed, Harrowhark Nonagesimus. And everyone knew that Gideon and Harrow hated each other.
So what if they had started taking smoke breaks together? So what if Harrow had helped her fold shirts just last week, in a store she didn’t even work in? So what if Harrow had laughed as the two of them did Jagerbombs at Palamedes’ Halloween party, the glint of her fake fangs flashing invitingly in the orange party lights? They hated each other. The two of them would both work in the mall until one of them inevitably strangled the other with her bare hands, and Gideon wouldn’t have it any other way.
Except that lately, Gideon had started to like Harrow.
Which made that slip of paper a fucking problem.
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