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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 15 hours

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𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.7k

𝙖/𝙣: BWAHAHAH IM BACKKKK 😈😈😈 hope you guys like this one

𝙩/𝙬: pirate!au, mentioned minsung ehhe

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

Jisung groaned quietly. His back was killing him, who knew hiding in a barrel was so bone-snappingly painful?

He needed to execute this correctly. One wrong move and it’s all over.

Earlier, Jisung had noticed a group of pirates near the dock, and watching greedily at the amount of gold and food they were stocking up on, he had the golden idea of sneaking onto their ship.

With his luck, he’d be able to convince them he was a member of the crew already, and manage to make away with said gold and food. Pirates were supposed to be ugly, dumb brutes, weren’t they?

Jisung felt his barrel hit the ground with a rather painful thud, and after assuring that there was no one around, he popped out the top and crawled out, wincing when his back cracked from the movement.

He just had to mingle with the crew. Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

Hannie gasped as he heard two voices behind him.

“Oh, and then he—” A boy with pretty puppy-like visuals paused right in the middle of his sentence, and Jisung had to bite his tongue before he dropped to his knees in front of the man.

He immediately snatched back the comment he had thought about pirates being ugly and dumb.

The boy next to the first one had a sharp jawline and narrowed eyes, which were currently looking him up and down.

“Are you…the new crew member?” The first boy asked.

“Um…yes.” Jisung replied, eyes widening.

“Well, then come with us. We’re gonna go eat.” The second boy caught him around the wrist and dragged him down the stairs to a room.

Instead of a bunch of smelly, unhygienic pirates Jisung had expected, he was suddenly face to face with a bunch of frankly, really handsome men. Well, that beats that stereotype at least.

The man who Jisung assumed to be the captain stood up, smiling gently at him. “Ah, you must be the new member.” He walked over and took Jisung’s hand in his. The stowaway noticed how small the man's hand was. “I’m Minho, the captain of this ship.”

“I’m Jisung.” Jisung finally looked at the man’s face, and his breath was almost literally taken away from him. “Wow…you’re pretty.” He mumbled aloud.

Minho grinned at him. “I can hear you, sweet thing.”

Jisung felt blood rush to his face in astonishing quickness. “O-Oh, I'm sorry...It’s just—”

“No, no, don't apologize, it's okay. But I do have to give you the proper welcome, so follow me, please.”

“Ooof, new guy? Good luck, dude.” A boy with long, blonde hair shouted.

Jisung felt his blood go cold. ‘What welcome? I don’t know how to do anything…’

After some walking, they entered a room in the underside of the deck.

Minho sat him at the edge of an extravagant bed Jisung could only assume was his. His eyes widened in fright.

Minho suddenly darted his arms towards the boy, and he flinched, throwing his hands over his face and breathing in heavily.

Until he felt hands cup his cheeks. “Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, sweet thing.” Minho reasssured in a low voice. “Don’t be scared.”

Jisung felt bad. So bad. He had practically fallen in love with the captain of a ship he was never supposed to be on, just cause he couldn’t handle his greed. He had to fix this.

“Um…Captain?” Jisung looked up at him.

“Call me Minho. You’re cute, so you get special privileges.” Minho smiled his cute smile and booped Jisung’s nose.

“Minho…uh—Can I be honest? You won’t…hurt me?” Jisung stuttered. When the older nodded, he continued. “Um…I….snuck on here. Onto this ship…I never wanted to hurt you or anything, I swear!!” Jisung babbled on in a panic, frantically squeezing his own shirt hem.

He felt a lump in his throat and everything felt overwhelming. Jisung didn’t know why he felt the need to please this man, he just needed to.

Jisung heard the older tsk, and he suddenly began to sob, feeling as though he had disappointed him.

Minho’s eyebrows furrowed, and he mentally slapped himself for being so stupid. “Hey…hey, please don’t cry, darling. I’m not mad.” He cupped the younger’s cheeks again.

“You…y-you aren’t?” Jisung looked up at him with watery eyes, pink lips in a small pout. Minho was startled at the sudden and frankly, very strong urge to kiss them until they were red and swollen.

“No…no, but I still have to give you a proper welcome into our crew.” Minho decided his little welcome would be the best way to cheer the younger up.

After instructing the boy to lay on his bed, Minho reassured Jisung that nothing would hurt before suddenly flopping on top of the boy and grabbing his arms, to which Jisung screamed and thrashed underneath the older.

Minho rolled his eyes. Jisung was still convinced he was gonna hurt him. Luckily, Jisung was small, small enough that he was easily able to overpower him and slip his hands through the metal fastening on top of his headboard and tighten it.

Jisung yelled when Minho managed to stick one foot into bottom strap, and he gave up when the other went in on the other side, knowing he couldn’t escape.

Jisung whimpered when the older slid a leg around his hip, sitting comfortably on his lower belly. The weight was comfortable.

Min reached down and suddenly…pulled Jisung’s shirt up?

“H-Hey, what are you gonna—AH!!” He squealed when a finger dipped in his belly button for a second.

“You’ll see.” Minho smirked, scribbling a hand up Jisung’s very stretched out side.

Jisung squeaked and tried to angle away from the hand, even though he knew he was completely immobile. His eyes widened in horror. ‘No, he wouldn’t.’

‘Would he?’

Minho, meanwhile popped a bottle of baby oil, pouring some right into Jisung’s belly button and watching him flinch, and spreading more along the boy’s sides.

Fingers gently traced along his sides, and Jisung threw his head back, a high-pitched whimper escaping him before he sealed his lips.

“Hmmm…you’re trying so hard, aren’t you?” Minho mused, moving towards the center of Jisung’s belly and watching the corner of his lips upturn slightly.

“Mmmhmhm…” Was the response the older recieved.

“Oh?” Minho noticed a tiny smile on the Jisung’s face, eyes squeezed shut. He looked adorable. “Is the tickling too much? Is the lil baby about to break?~” He teased in a baby voice, clawing up and down Hannie’s sides in the most gentle movements.

Jisung let out a strangled noise at the change in ministrations, twisting side to side and kicking his legs frantically behind Minho.

“I know you’re ticklish, just break already and let’s make it enjoyable for the both of us.” Minho groaned.

Jisung stubbornly shook his head, impressed with himself at how long he was holding out.

“Let’s try and get some laughter, yeah?” And a finger was swirling on the outer rim of his belly button.

Jisung snapped his eyes open with a loud squeal just as it went into the sensitive button, twisting as loud cackles rang around the room. “NOOHOHOHOO!!” He shrieked.

“Awe, finally! Your laugh is adorable~” Minho smiled fondly at the squirming boy.

Jisung tensed and pulled at his restraints, desperately bucking away from the finger but failing. “YOUHU CAHAHAHANT!! Please please—CAPTAIN!!” Jisung screamed, the fingers slipping up his shirt and finding the skin of his underarms.

“Nonono…I said you can call me Minho. Didn’t you listen?”

Jisung shook his head desperately, kicking out behind the older.

“No?” Minho frowned, moving his hands back to Hannie’s lower belly.

“AGH!!” Minho flinched.

“StahahaaaHAHAAAHAHAAA!!” Jisung dissolved into more messy laughter.

“Awhhh, the little baby can’t handle it?” Minho cooed, and Jisung hated the way his face burned a bright red.

“Shuhuhut AHAAHAHAHAP!!” He screamed, tugging at Minho’s restraints.

“How informal, don’t you think?” Minho mused, grinning evilly as he undid the rest of Jisung’s cloak buttons.

“Noho…no….please—CAPTAIN!!” Jisung cried when more oil was spread along his armpits.

Minho tsked. “I said, call. Me. Minho.”

Fingers scribbled everywhere, over Jisung’s armpits, along his rib cage, his belly and sides.

The room exploded into sound, boisterous squeals and cute squeaks, along with the loudest begging in between laughter that Minho had ever heard.

“PLEASE PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!! MIHINHO PLEASE NOHO—!!” Jisung arched his back. It was unbearable, too much.

“You’re so ticklish, it’s actually insane.” Minho hummed. “So, you wondered onto here, but now I’m gonna ask you something.” He casually asked, fingers only continuing their torturous movements that seemed to have Han in stitches.

“OKAAAHAHAHAY!!”

“Will you stay with me? With us?” Minho paused.

Jisung caught his breath, eyes sparkling with tears. “Wha…Whahat??”

“Please?”

Jisung shook his head. “wahait…I cahahant—STAHAHAHAAAAHAHA!!” He tensed with a scream when the cruel tickling only continued.

“Hmmm…I’m gonna have to break you some other way…” Minho reached his hand back and squeezed around Han’s thigh with one hand, reveling in the howl of laughter poor Jisung let out. “Bad spot?”

He continued tickling with one hand, reaching into his bedside drawer with the other and pulling a hook out.

Jisung’s eyes widened at the sight. The end was…dull.

“Everyone I’ve tried this on have broken immediately, and I’m sure you’ll break too.” Minho slipped it onto his hand. “Every pirate needs their hook, hm?”

He dangled it righttt over Jisung’s belly button, and the younger’s eyes widened when he realized what the captain had in mind.

“Wait-wait-wait…Minho please…please don’t. I really can’t take anything in there!” Jisung sucked his tummy away from the tool, anticipation welling up in his stomach. “I’ll seriously die! Nono—NO!!”

Minho dipped it into the button, scratching around with the blunt tip as poor Jisung fell apart completely, emitting a high pitched wail before descending into loud, screechy cackles, tears spilled down his cheeks, and Minho smiled fondly at him.

“All it took was a little tiny tip to make you lose~”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASSEEE!! MIHIHIHINHOOOO!! I CAHAHAAHANT TAKE ITT!! AGH—STOP MOHOHOVING!!” Jisung pleaded, muscles tending rapidly as he frantically screamed.

“Nowww…will you stay or do I have to use this on your ribs too?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! IHIHIHILL STAHAHAHAY!! I PROHOHOMISEE!!” Jisung was plunged into silent laughter. Minho slowly let up.

“Fine, fine. Poor baby.” Minho cooed, unbuckling the restraints and wiping the boy’s hot tears.

Jisung preened at the attention, sighing contentedly when a small kiss was placed to his nose.

“We’ll set up your room and stuff later, right now, just…stay with me?” Minho gave him a hopeful expression.

“Okay…Will I be safe here?” Jisung asked with a small worried expression.

“I’ll protect you with my life. After all, that’s my duty as your captain.“

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #ler minho #lee han #lee jisung #FINALLY IM BACK #not posting for more than a week is crazyyy #i LOVE THIS AHHH #its been a while since i was so proud of one of these sjajsd #i hope you guys liked it jewkeifv

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taiyami · 1 year

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".. But I don't want to say goodbye, because its safer when I'm by your side ... I want to be near you. Like I'm meant to .."

#TURNS OUT I CAN STILL DRAW HIM. I'VE STILL GOT IT #demon slayer #kyojuro rengoku #kny rengoku #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fanart #rengoku kyoujurou #demon slayer rengoku #coffee break #thank you for the request anonymous !!!#PLEASE DO NOT REPOST good lord #AHHH It feels so good to draw him after such a long time. I hope you guys like it!!#this was kind of also a redraw of a kyo drawing i did a long time ago :o)

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shag0hod · 1 year

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im opening up commissions!!!!!!!!! as it says up there i am taking cash through Paypal and cashapp! (which ill dm the usernames to you when the time comes of course!) you can either dm me here on tumblr, or you can ask me for my discord! whatever works best for you.

if you would not like me to post your commission art just let me know, and of course if theres any questions be sure to ask :]

my examples are under the cut, reblogs are appreciated ^_^

#mine #my art #AHHH OKAY. OK!!!!!!!!!!!! I THINK THATS EVERYTHING !! ^_^ my first time doing this sorta thing....#again rbs are appreciated!!!#i hope you can read my handwriting . apologies #and about the bugs you CAN ask for a nonhuman guy but like. it will probably cost you more. as it doesnt really translate into the baseykno #and i really emphasis sorry if i take a while! this is a family owned computer so i do not have access to it all of the time #and yeah price can change and stuff depending on what you ask #like if you ask for a sketch that has like some monochrome colors thats gonna have a different price #i think thats everything................. if not ask any questions.

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ayo-buck · 11 months

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you can stay

(rating: explicit, 23k words)

He looked around at the emptiness of the tree house. His wonder about what he would find inside was now replaced by curiosity about what, exactly, his neighbors and their friends did here. His question was partially answered when he caught sight of the black and white keyboard piano leaning against the back corner. He reached out to touch it. “Holy crap—” Wille whirled around, eyes widening. It was the curly haired boy, standing in the tree house. He stumbled, his foot slipping on the open edge behind him. Wille shot out his hand and caught the other boy’s flailing wrist, tugging him forward, hard, before he could fall. They stood, suspended there, hearts pounding, brown eyes meeting brown eyes for the first time. ** “And then you said, ‘uh, I’m Wille,'” Simon says. “Like I didn’t almost fall to my death!” “I was just trying to be polite!” Wille says. Simon throws his head back and laughs, and Wille laughs, too.

Or, a childhood-friends-to-lovers tree house au.

Based on a prompt by @grapehyasynth on tumblr. Thank you for @simons-purplehoodie for beta reading! I hope you all enjoy!

#young royals #young royals fic #it's published!!!#i hope you guys like it ahhh #im obsessed with this stock image tree house i found #it looks like lil wille and simon doesn't it 🥲

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 11 months

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AFTERMARE WEEK: Day 7- the end of a beginning/ the beginning of the end

make me believe and raise my hopes up one last time, then haunt my dreams for the rest of my life

aftermare week is hosted by @bluepallilworld

#art #illustration #my art #aftermare week 2023 #aftermare week #nightmare #nightmare sans #fem!nightmare #this was actually the first piece i finished!! before the week even started cause i thought i was a literal month late ahhh hhh xD #geno isn't a ghost here night is just reminiscing about old memories :)#i have lots and lots of headcanons surrounding human!nightmare's corruption process but just so you know her appearance changes slightly #istg when i posted the grass wip i did NOT expect it to get 30+ notes like wow! i'm so glad you guys thought it looked good hhh :'D #hope it's not? underwhelming? i didn't expect to participate in all the prompts but this is the first!! week challenge i completed perfectl #last cryptic quote for the week wooo!! try to see how it's related to the prompts cause i'm curious to hear your interpretations >:D #i have a dentist appointment on the 17th so this is queued! i'll reblog everyone's art once i come back so don't worry >:'D #btw thank you so much for hosting this event blue!! the prompts were literally ALLL a 10 outta 10 just howww >:"0 #i hope you're having an amazing day miss >:3 <3333

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snifflyjoonie · 1 year

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Call Me What I Am

In which Jimin has to take an immediate leave from work.

Whump-centric featuring an injured Jimin and a stubborn Yoongi. (plus a little allergic!Yoongi as a treat)

Word count: 3032

FlowerShop!AU Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

a/n: Hi, all! I’m so excited but so incredibly nervous to be back with my first full-length fic in awhile. I feel so unbelievably rusty, and I’m really hoping that doesn’t reflect too much in my writing. I’m so beyond appreciate of those of you that have been so kind to me while I took a much longer than anticipated hiatus. But I’m happy to be back! The featured flower for this installment is a black dahlia. Points if you know what types of emotions they represent! This is my first ever fic on this blog that doesn’t involve illness, and is my first injury fic period. It required me to do a bit of research, so I hope I did the story justice! Please let me know if you guys end up liking this one xx thanks for reading!

It had only taken Jimin a few months to realize that there truly was no-one out there quite like Min Yoongi.

Granted, he had expected so from the very beginning. There was just something about the tattoo artist that continued to draw Jimin in the more they spent their time together. Each date would seem better than the last, and Jimin found himself more times than not planning out what the two could do on their next outing before the current one had even finished. But despite the unbridled amounts of joy they would experience together, there was something about Yoongi that had been on Jimin’s mind for quite some time now.

For one reason or another, the tattooer did not want to call him his ‘boyfriend’.

The pair had been exclusively seeing each other for a while now and had mutually enjoyed every single excursion they’d been on, but yet…nothing had been made official. Jimin was more than ready, but Yoongi – despite his normal air of nonchalance – seemed oddly hesitant. The florist had tried to subtly hint at his eagerness to be partners, but whenever any kind of ‘boyfriend’ or ‘lable’ conversation began to rear its ugly head, Yoongi was always quick to change the subject. Jimin had even tried asking Namjoon about it, hopeful that maybe the man’s ex-coworker could shed some light on his uncertainty, but all the other could offer was a shake of his head and an unsure-sounding ‘Yoongi is…just like that.’

Yoongi’s unwillingness, or perhaps tentativeness, to solidify their relationship had started to fill Jimin with anxiety and self-doubt. The longer this went on, the worse the feelings would get. There were many nights he’d lie awake second guessing if he was maybe too loud on their most recent date, or possibly too giddy, or too annoying…too anything that would make Yoongi not want to see him anymore. But, Yoongi would always call him the next day, ready to plan something else, or to even just talk. It would always leave Jimin feeling more confused by the end of it. It almost felt as if he was getting pulled in two different directions — the relief of Yoongi still wanting to see him on one side and the frustration of maybe not being good enough on the other.

Finally, Jimin had had enough. He was going to get an answer out of Yoongi one way or another. He owed it to himself. He wasn’t going to get strung along like all of the other times in his life.

Yoongi was going to make a decision whether he liked it or not, no matter the outcome.

Jimin stares out his shop’s window with his chin resting in his palm as the fingers of his free hand drum anxious melodies against the wood of his front counter. It’s raining outside, and the florist can see the fat water droplets draw indiscernible patterns as they trickle down the window pane. It has been raining for two days straight and, according to the weather forecast, would rain for at least three more. Jimin sighs. It was almost as if the weather outside could feel his own inner turmoil, the sky crying alongside him in chaotic solidarity.

He pushes himself away from the counter and heads over to the front door, locking it and flipping his sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’. Today had dragged on, and Jimin was both relieved and nervous when the clock had finally struck five.

He had been anxious all day, playing the conversation he wanted to have with Yoongi over and over on loop in his head. He dreaded the worst case scenario. Despite what he kept telling himself, he really wasn’t ready to possibly lose the other. He couldn’t bear the thought.

Letting out a shaky breath, Jimin pulls on his coat and slips on his shoes. He knew Yoongi would be at his tattoo parlour tonight, so that was where Jimin would head next. It was now or never.

As he pushes open the door and tumbles in, Jimin hears the words before he fully registers that Jungkook is resting stomach down on one of Yoongi’s tattoo beds.

“Oh shit, Yoongi — your boyfriend is here.”

He sees Yoongi glance over his shoulder towards him briefly before turning his focus back onto the half finished artwork on Jungkook’s back. If he was at all taken aback by Jungkook labelling him as “boyfriend” his face doesn’t show it.

“Hey.” He greets, and Jimin is barely able to make it out over the buzzing sound of his tattoo gun.

“Hey, sorry to bug you.” Jimin huffs as his soggy hair drips cold raindrops down his cheeks. “I knew you were working late so I thought I’d drop off some food. Hey, Gguk. There’s enough for you too, if you want.”

Jungkook makes an appreciative noise as he turns to Yoongi with mock surprise plastered on his face.

“Yoongiiiii, I would die for your boyfriend.”

There it is again, that word...boyfriend. It makes Jimin go ridgid, but why would Jungkook consider them anything else?

This time he sees Yoongi scoff slightly before deciding to speak up.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” He mumbles as he turns his attention back to Jimin, his expression unreadable. “Just put the bags on that table there.” He nods towards a small coffee table that sits in the corner of the room. “I’m a little busy right now.”

Jimin can see Jungkook’s eyes dart to him like a homing beacon. He’s waiting for a reaction, waiting to see if what Yoongi said was out of line or really the truth. Jimin doesn’t give it to him. He instead simply smiles tightly, nods, and sets the food down where Yoongi had instructed.

“It’s Chinese.” He murmurs. “Hopefully it’s okay.”

Yoongi hums instead of responding. He’s too focused on what he’s doing which Jimin finds both admirable as well as frustrating. Jungkook on the other hand seems ecstatic, which Jimin guesses he appreciates.

“You guys…almost done?” He questions as he wiggles out of his soggy jacket and kicks off his muddy shoes.

“Nearly.” Yoongi deadpans as Jimin slowly makes his way over to take a peek. From what he can see, Yoongi is etching one of his beautiful signature floral pieces into the other’s skin. The artist had already finished the line work and was now working on delicately shading each individual petal.

“Like it?” Jungkook asks, his smile growing when Jimin nods back. “I just let Yoongi do whatever he wanted this time. I’m glad he had some space for me today because I—”

The host is cut off as Yoongi suddenly sniffs sharply, lifting the tattoo gun from Jungkook’s back as he pushes himself away. Jimin can see him scrunch up his nose before he aggressively begins to rub it against his shoulder.

“All good?” Jungkook asks, glancing curiously over his shoulder to try and see why the tattoo artist has stopped.

“Ugh, yeah, just…fuck.” Yoongi suddenly snaps his attention to Jimin and the florist is surprised to see that he’s glaring. “Did you come straight from the shop?”

“I? Yes?” Jimin blinks, surprised by the sudden bite in Yoongi’s voice. “I mean I grabbed the Chinese before coming here, but I—”

He’s cut off by the artist aggressively waving him away.

“Look at you, your shirt’s covered in pollen. Ugh, you smell like a goddamn garden, Jimin, back up.”

Although taken aback by the other’s hostility, Jimin obeys without question and takes a deliberate step backward. He’s aware of Jungkook’s eyes once again locking onto him, clearly searching his face for any sign that Yoongi’s behaviour is perhaps abnormal, but again Jimin remains stoic.

“Why are you even—hh—hH’ISSHhhiuew!” Yoongi interrupts himself with a sneeze that he desperately tries to aim anywhere but towards his sanitised equipment. After the first comes a second, and then a third. Finally Yoongi swears loudly and slams his tattoo gun down onto his table, swivelling fast in his chair towards Jimin. “What are you doing here, Jimin.” His voice is like venom, but he becomes considerably less intimidating upon a gurgling sniffle. “I’m busy tonight. I told you that when you texted me yesterday.”

“I just needed to talk to you, Yoongi.” Jimin murmurs, “I knew you’d be here and I don’t mind waiting. Why don’t I just go sit in the lobby so I don’t—”

“Talk about what?” Yoongi cuts him off as he presses his nose against his tattooed forearm. “What could possibly be so urgent?”

For the first time since walking into the tattoo parlour, Jimin can feel his voice start to falter. Up until this moment Yoongi had never once before spoken to him in this tone, and frankly, the florist wasn’t sure what to make of it. He had expected Yoongi to get annoyed with him, granted, but to be annoyed even before the conversation he wanted to have began was making Jimin’s initial adrenaline start to sputter and fizzle out.

“I think I’d…rather talk in private.” He almost whispers, glancing towards Jungkook with mild embarrassment as the host looks back and forth between the two. “That’s why I don’t mind waiting. I’m sorry about this, Gguk…” he offers meekly, but the host quickly shakes his head and gestures that it’s fine. Despite this, Jimin can still tell that he feels uncomfortable — who wouldn’t?

“You came all of this way without warning, you’ve now interrupted my session, and on top of everything you’ve made my allergies flare up in the middle of a tattoo.” Yoongi scoffs, emphasising his last point with another wet sniffle as he pulls off his gloves, making Jimin wince. “So you might as well just say what you need to say so that I can blow my nose and get back to work.”

“Yoongi, I really—”

“Jimin, just get on with it.”

“But I just—”

“Listen, you’ve got about five seconds before I—”

“Yoongi, I need to talk to you about us!” Jimin blurts, instantly flushing red as he watches Yoongi’s mouth fall agape, his sentence abruptly dying on his tongue. Jungkook in turn buries his face into his hands, clearly wishing he could be anywhere else but here.

“…What?” Yoongi chokes, obviously taken aback.

“Us, Yoongi.” Jimin continues on, desperately trying to ignore the unexpected third person in the room. “I just…need to talk to you about us.”

To Jimin’s surprise, a light pink blush begins to spread across Yoongi’s cheeks.

“…What about us?”

“I just…” Jimin rakes a hand through his damp hair and allows himself a moment to search for the right words. Despite all of his attempts to prepare for this conversation he still doesn’t feel ready. “…I need you to tell me what I am to you.” He finally says, locking eyes with Yoongi as he does so. “I need to hear you say it.”

“And this couldn’t wait?”

“I’ve been waiting.” Jimin retorts, but the tone of his voice is starting to noticeably pitch up in desperation. “It’s been months, Yoongi.”

“And somehow you think the right time to bring this up to me is when I’m…when I’m in the middle of— HATSH’hhiuew!” Yoongi twists to the side and catches his sudden sneeze into cupped hands before he swears loudly once again. Jimin can see he’s getting visibly agitated at himself and the situation, but the florist isn’t ready to back down.

“I tried to tell you it could wait until you were finished, but you weren’t listening!” Jimin shouts back as thunder claps somewhere off in the distance.

“Why the hell does this matter so much to you?”

Because I’m falling in love with you!

Jimin bites down hard on his tongue and fights back the tears that are starting to well up in his eyes as his inner voice screams the words he’s too afraid to say. The silence that follows is loud and horrible, only being broken by the crashing sound of raindrops as they pelt wildly against the windows.

“Jimin,” Yoongi continues after a moment when it’s clear Jimin has nothing more to say. “I like you and I want to keep seeing you. Shouldn’t that be enough? Why do you want to label this so badly?”

The florist feels his cheeks grow hotter with a mix of rage and humiliation. The conversation was going absolutely nowhere and he nearly felt ready to rip his hair out. He opens his mouth to respond again, to maybe come up with some type of response that would somehow magically show Yoongi exactly why it felt so important to him, but instead he’s cut off by a sudden interjection from Jungkook.

“Um,” the host starts, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “I know this is probably bad timing, but…are we going to eat that Chinese food, or…?”

The other two stare blankly at him in pure dumbfoundment. Sensing this, Jungkook merely nods in understanding and resumes his futile attempt to disappear. Yoongi is the first to speak back up, but thanks to Jungkook there is considerably less tension permeating the air around them.

“Jimin,” he sighs, and Jimin can see the man’s eyes visibly darken.

The same eyes that he could see oceans in, the eyes he’d get lost in, the eyes he’s grown to love…Jimin dreads what’s to come next.

“I think you’d better leave.”

The bluntness of Yoongi’s words cut into him like a hot knife through butter. He purses his lips and nods, doing everything in his power to fight the continued urge to cry. He feels stupid, regretful, and unbelievably embarrassed. He’d really thought that Yoongi was someone special, someone different, someone he could truly see himself loving for years to come. He was devastated to realize that wasn’t the case.

Without another word Jimin heads to the door. He pulls on his now chilly, damp jacket, slips into his water-logged shoes as fast as he can, and rips open the door. The violent rain wastes no time slamming against him like a thousand tiny bee stings as the hot summer storm rages with no sign of letting up.

Blinded by an indecipherable mixture of his own tears and the pouring rain, Jimin can’t help but immediately lose his footing on the steps outside of Yoongi’s shop. He tries to catch himself, reaching out dramatically for the railing to his side, but it’s too late.

The florist tumbles to the ground and lands hard onto his right wrist with a horrifically gory sounding crunch.

Hot searing pain shoots through Jimin’s joint like lightning. The agonizing tendrils reach all the way down to his elbow and up the very tips of each of his fingers. He cries out involuntarily and the sound he makes is shrill and animalistic. He barely even recognizes it as his own voice.

It feels almost as if he's been punched in the gut; he gasps for air greedily through his now gritted teeth but it never feels like enough. He sees spots and his head swims. Any attempt he makes to move his wrist is met by unimaginable amounts of sharp, protesting pain and he knows without a doubt that he’s broken it.

The florist grits his teeth harder still, whimpers, and awkwardly tries to cradle his now broken wrist. He swallows thickly at the misshapen sight of it and starts to feel woozy. He desperately tries to will away the cloudiness that starts nipping at the edges of his consciousness — he had never been good with pain and this time was clearly no different, if not worse, and now Jimin was almost certain that he was going to pass out.

Suddenly the door of the tattoo studio flies open and out rushes Yoongi with Jungkook hot on his heels.

The men rush down the stairs carefully and are on Jimin in a second, but the florist can barely register their presence. He’s able to hear Yoongi ask him if he’s okay, but it’s muffled and low. Jimin can’t respond, he can only gasp.

“Emergency services, what’s the location of your emergency?”

Jimin blinks up at Yoongi, his eyelids starting to feel heavy. He can see Yoongi barking his shop’s address into his cellphone, but everything is starting to feel much slower than normal. He vaguely registers Jungkook trying to help him sit up as rain pours down around them.

“Alright sir, and what seems to be the problem?”

Jimin realizes that Yoongi’s phone is on speaker as the blonde quickly begins assisting Jungkook.

“Hi, yeah, we need an ambulance. Fuck. His wrist is broken really badly. I think he slipped down the stairs? Fuuuuck, how long will it take?”

Jimin can hear the rising panic in Yoongi’s voice as his vision begins to blur around the edges.

“We have paramedics on route, sir. What is your relation to the injured?”

“My boyfriend.” Yoongi chokes out. “He’s my boyfriend. Shit, please just hurry, I think he’s passing out.”

“They’re on their way, sir. I need you to stay with him until they get there, okay?”

Jimin can feel Yoongi carefully pull him into his lap as he speaks, but he can’t hear what the other is saying anymore. It sounds too muffled and too far away, almost as if he were drowning thousands of feet underwater whereas Yoongi was somewhere safe on dry land.

He blinks one more time, one last in vain effort to try and stay conscious as Yoongi leans his upper body over him, shielding him from the rain and speaking more words that Jimin just can’t make out. He wishes he could stay present, hear Yoongi, assure him that he would be fine, but it was fruitless. He knew himself, and at this point there was nothing he could do to stop the darkness from enveloping him like a wet weighted blanket.

As Jimin finally lets himself succumb to blissful unconsciousness, his mind explodes into images of intricate and colourful floral patterns before everything fades away. The last thing he registers is the feeling of a gentle kiss being placed on his forehead as the wail of a far-off siren fights to slice its way through the thick summer storm.

#AHHH IM SO SCARED TO POST LOL #I’m doing this on mobile so I am hoping and praying it posts correctly #god I hope you guys like this #I’m so worried my writing may’ve suffered in my absence and just ufgggjdjssks #but what can you do #allergic!yoongi #bts whump #mine #bts sickfic #Tw injury #yoonmin #bts au #sorry that I made them fight LOL #bts snzfic #kind of if you squint heehee #bear with me I’ll update my fic masterpost when I get on my laptop later #bts snz

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thatoneperson747 · 12 days

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Chapter three of A Ranger's Eyes is up on ao3!

I'm not sure how many of my readers see my tumblr account, but for those who do, thank you so much for being so nice to me! I did not expect my first fic to do so well, especially so early. I'm really excited to keep writing it! I hope you guys enjoy what I've got in store for you :D

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #halt o'carrick #will treaty #ra fanfic #supernatural ra fanfic #my fanfic #i'm actually so happy every time i get kudos or a comment #i was so scared for so long to post my writing online bc i thought people were going to be really mean about it #like how when you stare at your own drawing for too long it looks really bad?#when i reread my work over and over again it gets worse and worse in my brain #so i always end up thinking it's really bad #but people actually like it!!#it makes me so happy #i really want to make it the best it can be so people continue to like it #bc making other people happy always makes me happy too #ahhh these tags have gone on way too long #hope you guys enjoy the fic!

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missingn000 · 1 year

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the phantom guardian, chapter forty-one: king of curses is now posted!

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#AHHH THIS CHAP IS SO INSANE YALL #the emotions...the stakes....the physical combat & cool abilities...you'll see #i'll keep all the insanity to the chap itself. i hope you guys like it because i'm really proud <3 #happy reading!#tpg

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everwisp · 1 year

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may you continue to bloom and be surrounded with the love you deserve 🥰

#a3!#guy nishiki #guy lastname #a3! guy #ever arts #did I finish this piece or did this piece finish me #flowershop au makes a comeback!!#I had no idea what I was doing most of the time HAHA #some of you may recognize this piece or well the sketch of it #it has finally seen the light of day ☺️#I’m days late but it’s his birth month so it counts #I feel like there’s a lot of things going on but that’s the way I like it haha #I was going for like a postcardy feel #ahhh I’m so happy I finished it and that I finally got to share it with you all ☺️☺️#after how many posts of me crying about it haha #I hope you guys like it!!#belated happy birthday guy ily <3 #ok imma pass out now

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taegularities · 7 months

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#i'm always gonna work at my own pace but i've been sooo slow with writing!!#like the last cmi update's gonna be 2 months old soon lol and i am so excited for cmi11 but oh my gosh it's been so hard bc im like #'is that scene boring? too dramatic?? worth it all??' bc i want this chapter to be p e r f e c t so im worried of not doing it justice and #then my brain goes so blank!!!#worried about*#like the plot has my heart so i wanna do my best!! which is why it still might take a lil bit to finish and drop it #let's see! i don't wanna rush this one.. but i do also feel so badddd :')#i promise im gonna work extra hard on it n when it comes it's gonna be worth it !! or at least i hope so!!#i really hope you guys like it a lot :') don't let it flop LMAO!! 🙈 but fr cmi11 means a lot to me so any interaction is 🥺#the comfort is crazy in this one rlly rlly <33 so pls wait for me <3 sorry again <3 ily and ill do my best <333 #fic: colour me in #might delete AHHH LOL

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slashingdisneypasta · 5 months

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*deep breathes* here I go! XD

Hey. Kingston, right? It looks like you're having a rough night... Need some company? I'd like to share my night with someone, and you seem like you need it.

(I have no idea how to flirt! XD)

The tall kangaroo toon look around, searching for any sign of Ryan or Rena, before flashing you a cold grin. The girl is fucken cute, and Rena's in one of her 'non-monogymous phases', so he counts himself damn lucky here. What a catch. Right place, right time... "If that was flirting- I do have a couple of ideas how we could spend our night." With a wink, he straightens up to his full height. "You in doll??"

He has a few constituents to shake down tonight, but he'd love a pretty little thing with him. Maybe you'll have a thing for the excitement like he does- or maybe you'll be scared, be his to tease. Either way he'll have a blast with your sweet-ass company. He'll buy you dinner, of course, too.

#AHHH i love this so much XDD i love this for my guy king XDD #i hope you like the responce!! ^^

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow x Reader - Haunted Past, Haunting the Present

What happens when on an ordinary Halloween night with your beloved rogue…an old possessive and aggressive flame comes back to haunt you and your new partner?

A/N: so believe it or not this idea is based on an old original Halloween story I’ve been working on and off with for the past three years rip, and I decided to try and do this one shot with just Scarecrow cause it’s his holiday lol and I wanted to practice writing for him more. This is still just my general version for now, a strange concoction of BTAS and Happy Halloween Scooby Doo! cause I adore those two. And I do have a drawing with him planned out, but not sure if I’ll have the energy to finish it in time for Halloween rip

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Have fun but PLEASE stay safe while doing so!!

Trigger Warnings: mentions of an abusive past relationship, stalking, violence, and some language. Please if any of this may seem slightly triggering to you, please avoid! I do plan to write an alternative less triggering version of this story soon! Just hang tight!

Word Count: 2.0 k

Needless to say Halloween was you and Jonathan's holiday. Most couples went all out on Valentine's Day or Christmas, but not you two.

Your house was filled with hay bales, fake cobwebs, various jack-o-lanterns all over, and skeletons on the front porch swing.

The whole nine yards.

You still giggled at the little almost life sized scarecrow figure you found that stood at the bottom of your doorsteps. It took a minute for Jonathan to roll his eyes back into his eye sockets, but you could tell he grew fond of it, eventually.

Every night you two cuddled up and watched horror movies. You never got enough of Jonathan's smartass commentary, or how he'd go out of his way to be the one to scare you next.

The following days, the two of you tried to restrain yourselves from adding more décor both inside and outside your home. As hard as it was at first, Jonathan found it easier to not pull any Scarecrow like antics when he found himself genuinely enjoying the festivities with you.

As thrilling as it was to watch and test others' fears and tolerances against it…it didn't compare to the warm swelling in his chest when he heard you laugh or squeal whenever he spooked you around the house.

While he's Fear Incarnate, you love and trust him enough to cling to him when you are at your most frightened.

Much like tonight.

It was finally Halloween night.

You were dressed up and handing candy out to the kids. Meanwhile, Jonathan was mirroring his scarecrow twin on the other side of the steps. Every now and then he'd jump out and scare a group of kids, or he would tap a child on the shoulder and return back to his post like nothing happened.

It was hard to keep a straight face whenever he heard you giggle or when you cheered him on.

"Good job, Jonny!"

"Damn, Jonny, you scared me and I knew you were there!"

"I think you're having too much fun there, Mr. Crane."

Jonathan bloomed with pride. This night couldn't get any better.

It didn't.

As the number of children started to dwindle, Jonathan decided it was time to pack up the suit for tonight. He hopped off his post but not before regarding his other partner in crime.

"Good work tonight, my friend." He patted the hay stuffed shoulder of the fake scarecrow before heading inside.

When he first walked in he headed toward the left where the kitchen was. He removed his hat and mask and took a refreshing breath of air.

"Gotcha!" You jumped out and wrapped your arms around Jonathan's waist. He may deny it all he wants but you felt that sharp intake of breath he took.

Jonathan did jump a little bit from the shock, but he immediately relaxed into your embrace, chuckling. "Seems you finally got me."

You squeezed him with your arms. "I've always got you, but I will scare you properly one of these days! Mark my words, Jonathan Crane!" You kissed his cheek before releasing him from your arms.

"Where are you going?" Jonathan watched as you headed outside.

"I forgot to grab the mail." You were already out of your costume and in a Gotham University hoodie of Jonathan's and some sweatpants.

"Darling, it's really late. I'm sure that can wait…"

"Jonny, I'll be fine." You assured. "Besides, I need you to hop in the shower…" You hummed.

"Um, why?" He quirked his eyebrow.

"So I can come in and join you." You winked at him, before turning the doorknob to head outside.

Jonathan nearly tripped going up the flight of stairs as fast as possible to the bathroom.

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You were snickering to yourself as you were pretty sure Jon missed a step or two running up the stairs.

The night was still, the fog had gotten denser. If not for the decorations and littered candy wrappers all over. You wouldn't think it was Halloween.

You shivered, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. It was quiet, the whistle of a soft breeze being all you heard.

You made it to your mailbox at the other side of the sidewalk and found yourself quickly shuffling the envelopes into your arm. The squeak of the old rusted metal door to your mailbox seemed to echo down to the end of the street.

When your feet pressed down on the wood of your footsteps you felt much safer.

Until you felt a rough hand land on your shoulder. You knew it wasn't Jonny's, this hand was cold and calloused.

You jumped out of your skin, falling on the steps. and dropped all the envelopes to the ground.

"Whoa, whoa, take it easy it's just me, baby.."

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

You couldn't tell if you were frightened or enraged. How? What? When? Why?

What the hell is your ex partner doing here?

"Hey, is that anyway to treat your significant other? You really thought you got away, huh?" They asked. They held their hand out for you to take.

"Get the fuck away from me! We're not together anymore!"

"Aww, that's cute, that's real cute, baby. But it's okay, there's no hard feelings." They reached out and grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards them.

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO!" You immediately went into fight mode as you scratched and yanked your hand away from theirs and scrambled to the door.

You could hear their feet stomping up the steps behind you. You slammed the door shut, quickly trying to lock up the door with all the locks.

It didn't take long for your ex to start beating down the door. Calling you out, cursing you out, threatening you.

"JONATHAN!" You began running up the stairs and headed to the bathroom.

"Y/N? Darling, what's wrong?" Jonathan was already running down the stairs and met you halfway. He was wearing a plain shirt and boxers, he had yet to get into the shower, waiting for you.

"I-It..I-I don't even know HOW b-but…"

All his years of studying and being enthralled by the fear in people's eyes.

He loathed this.

He didn't ever want to see that level of fear in your eyes. He didn't want to see you quivering, whimpering, crying.

"Y/N…Y/N, darling breathe please…please breathe. You're okay. I'm here, you're safe, sweetheart." He began walking you the rest of the way up the stairs and to your bedroom.

"I-it's my ex…I-I don't even know how they found me…Jonathan I'm so sorry.."

"Is. Is this the ex you told me about? Who hurt you?" He asked sternly, as he set you down on the edge of the bed.

All you could muster was a nod. "I-Im so sorry, Jon I have no idea how-"

"This isn't your fault, darl-"

CRACK

You screamed and Jonathan's blood ran cold. A medium sized rock had been thrown through your bedroom window.

"J-jonathan…I-I'm scared."

Jon's eyes widened. Any other time someone told him that he'd be grinning with pride, elated to achieve this terror.

Now that it wasn't him causing it, but it was happening from an outside factor towards someone he cared more than anyone or anything in the world.

Jonathan saw red.

"I know, my love." He held you in his arms, rubbing his hands up and down your back. He kissed your cheek and your forehead. "Stay here, lock the door behind me. And no matter what you hear, stay here. Understand?"

"B-but Jonathan…"

"I would say call the police but I don't trust the GCPD as far as I can throw them."

"Jonathan, w-what are you going to do?"

Jonathan looked over his shoulder at you as he opened the door to leave your shared bedroom. You were still shaking in the fetal position on the bed.

"I'm going to show them true terror."

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"Y/N!!! Don't make me throw another damn rock! You can't hide from me forever!" You ex hollered to the new hole in your bedroom window.

"Come on, you stupid bitch! How long did you think you could stay away from me?! You can't fucking live without me!"

"I beg to differ…"

"Hey whoa!" They jumped back and looked behind them. They started chuckling.

"Really? You're gonna try and scare me, Y/N? Please, I thought you were more mature than that."

They opened their mouth to say some more degrading things, but the words were caught in his throat. Almost quite literally by the scythe to their throat.

"Trust me…you know nothing about true fear…" The Scarecrow growled into your ex partner's ear.

"Hey, hey, who the hell are you? Cut this shit out, man! This ain't got nothin' to do with you!"

Scarecrow brought the blade closer to their skin. "Oh, but it does…and as to my identity…"

Scarecrow swiped his other hand up to the other side of the ex partner's neck and injected them with his signature fear elixir straight into their jugular.

"I'm your worst nightmare…"

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You were pacing back and forth upstairs. Constantly looking through the hole in your window, but due to the fog you barely made out the two figures outside your home. You couldn't tell who made it out, but you were hoping Jon was okay.

You had no doubt Jon took on his Scarecrow persona to encounter your ex, and you couldn't deny the satisfaction it brought. Knowing that your ex was finally feeling the fear they instilled in you for so long all that time ago.

Some time had passed, almost an hour or two, the fog had cleared some but you didn't see either your ex or Jon outside. Just when you were about to head outside…

You heard the door to the bedroom open.

To anyone else if they saw a tall lanky scarecrow with a burlap mask in their room they would be screeching in fright.

For you, though, you immediately ran into his arms, letting out tears of relief.

"You're okay, I'm so glad you're okay…" You sniffled, as you rubbed your face into his chest.

"Of course I am, my love. Why wouldn't I be? Surely you didn't doubt me?" Jon teased as he slipped the mask off and tossed it to the floor.

"No, no I just…I tried to look, but I couldn't see what was going on…" You explained. "A-and you were both gone."

Jon shushed you softly, he began rubbing your back like he did before. Squeezing and holding you tight. "I'm here now, it's okay, they're gone…"

For a second you think to ask him where he took them, but you didn't want to know. If Jon said they're gone, then they're gone.

Good riddance.

"Thank you, Jonny…" You whispered.

"Anything for you, my love." He kissed the crown of your head.

You squeezed your arms back around him, not wanting to let him go. Sensing this, Jon lifted you up off your feet. You let out a fit of squeals and giggles as you cling to him for dear life.

He lightly tossed you onto the bed, as you giggled and got comfortable under the quilt and sheets. Jonathan began slipping out of the rest of his costume. Going back to his plain shirt and boxer shorts.

When he looked back to you, he couldn't help but chuckle as you reached out for him with adorable grabby hands.

He pulled the covers back and as soon as his body made contact with the mattress you immediately entangled your limbs with his.

You wrapped your arm around his abdomen and your legs wrapped around one of his long ones. "Took you long enough." You muttered, as you laid your head on his chest.

Jonathan chuckled some more as he began placing his arms where they belonged around you. You resonated in his touch; warm and loving.

You propped your head up for a minute and stared into his soft brown eyes. You leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips

"I love you, my scarecrow…" You whispered almost breathlessly, you laid your head back down and started to doze off.

Jon kissed the top of your head. "And I love you, my sweet raven."

#ahaha I liked this at 4 am this morning #now posting it..ahhh...kinda unsure #rip #hope you guys like it though!#jonathan crane x reader #the scarecrow x reader #dc the scarecrow x reader #ri writes #happy halloween!!#have fun and be safe #love you guyss

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