#and how I can’t write at all until this is done 😔

[harmonictechnicality]

truly cannot believe that I’m attempting to animate a 6 minute video in 4 fucking days (by myself)

#I’m so tired of click click buttons #like why do clients wait to send you everything till the last minute #and then breathe down your neck that they have to meet their deadline #like oof I’m doing my best but I only have two hands here #delete later #I just needed to rant about work stuff #and how I can’t write at all until this is done 😔

[neo-nomatrix]

Hate the AM, Hate the PM, But love you

Hobie Brown x reader

word count: 969

find the mini series here

tags: @maxjesty @marshallowy @sh-tposter2021 @ilovebhna @ladyagagaslefttoe

synopsis: Hobie is still a slightly infuriating neighbor, but there’s something about that jacket and guitar that are all too familiar.

a/n: DRUNK CONFESSIONS!! Part two of this fic. I wasn’t going to write another part to it but i caved 😔

You stood him up. You fucking stood him up. Hobie spent the entire show looking out into the crowd, ignoring the blinding stage lights, to try and find you. But you were nowhere to be found. He asked so nicely too! Despite his nonchalant attitude it took him so long to build up the courage to ask you out. He had dinner reservations planned, which he has obviously never done, looked up places to get a Mr.Whippy and even found a small secluded area where he could play his guitar for you.

The worst part is how it made him feel. He genuinely liked you and it hurt him to think you didn’t feel the same when he thought you did. So what was his solution? Go out with his mates to a pub until 3 am to drink his feelings. Hobie was a bold drunk, bolder than he usually is. He’s also a sloppy drunk, tripping when he walks and slurring his speech like it’s all one word.

You’re peacefully sleeping in your bed with your spiderman eye mask cuddling with your Spider-Punk plushie. It’s not a random occurrence to hear Hobie stomping his boots late at night but it was different today. You heard his boot buckles dragging across the floor and a loud bang against your door. Not necessarily a knock, more of a body slumped against the wood.

“Love! You in there?!” You hear him yell.

You try your hardest to ignore him but as he keeps yelling and pounding against the wood you start to feel sorry for everyone else on your floor. You force yourself out of bed and towards the front door. As you reluctantly open it a drunken Hobie falls into your flat.

“Hobie get your arse up,” you roll your very tired eyes.

He surprisingly agrees and makes his way to your bed.

Great, you think

He tosses his guitar to your couch and gets into your bed like it’s his. Conveniently throwing the spider-punk plush off the bed. He cuddles up with your blanket and closes his eyes. You cannot let him fall asleep.

“Hobie! Hello? That is my bed. Get out!” You yell at him.

“Why’d you do it?” He whispers.

“What,” you ask, still annoyed.

“You stood me up. I asked you to come to my show and you didn’t. Why,” he asked less of a question and more of a statement.

You sigh, of course you knew that was tonight. In all honesty you don’t quite know why you didn’t go. You weren’t doing anything special and it probably would’ve been nice. But you were scared. Scared of what? You also didn’t know that, you just were.

“I… I don’t know,” you admit.

“Really hurt me, Love. I wanted to see you and take you out on a nice date,” he looked away from you.

Your heart shattered. You knew Hobie liked you but not to that extent. You thought he was just playing around with you and didn’t mean anything by it.

“I’m really sorry, Hobie. We should go out some other time, okay? My treat,” you promise.

“Nah, don’t think i’ll have the time,” He says, clearly less sad than he was a few moments ago.

“Oh yeah? Busy with what? Trying to tear down the government from the inside?” You laugh.

“Of course not, that’s for the first saturday of every month. I’ll be busy being Spiderman,” he says, cuddling closer to your blanket.

You stop immediately. Your mind goes blank, the world around you stops. You’re suddenly much more awake than you have ever been. Hobie is… no you can’t even say it. The man you’ve hated ever since you had moved in was the person you loved more than anything else? That can’t be right, he’s having a laugh. That’s gotta be it.

“I don’t believe in comedy,” you remember him saying.

Fuck. He’s not joking, is he?

“What?” you manage to get out.

“I’ll be busy, being spiderman and all. Yknow who that is right? Don’t know if you noticed but he’s- i mean I’m kinda all over your room,” he lets out a drunk giggle.

He pulls out his mask from the pocket of his jacket and handed it to you.

“See?”

You grab it in disbelief. You run your hand over the spandex in awe. Spiderman is right in front of you, you realize.

Oh. My. God. SPIDERMAN IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.

You just can’t believe the man you’ve idolized for years was in your bed. YOUR BED.

Hobie takes the blanket off of him, lifting up his shirt to reveal his suit. Blue and fucking red material.

“I don’t believe in the labels though. It’s stupid,” He says in the most Hobie way possible.

“You’re a superhero,” you say, still a little shocked.

“No. No, don't say that. I'm not a hero, because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologising, narcissistic autocrat,” He says. God even drunk he’s still a smart ass.

“So you still wanna go out?” He asks.

“What? I just found out you’re fucking Spiderman and that’s what you’re asking me? If I want to go out with you?” You respond.

“I mean what else is there to say? I already know you love me,” he nods to the spiderman memorabilia.

Even in this state he still leaves you speechless.

“Well- yeah I guess. We can go out,” you say slowly.

“Cool,” he nods.

He lifts up the blanket and scoots over, inviting you into your bed with him. You roll your eyes and get in with him. He wraps his arms around you and smiles.

“I knew you wanted to snog me from the start,” he laughs.

Hobie is still pretty infuriating, but that is slowly becoming one of your favorite things about him.

#spiderverse x reader #spiderman x reader smut #spiderman atsv #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #hobie my beloved #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #spiderpunk x y/n #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv x reader #marvel x reader #spiderman #spiderman x y/n

[strawbsj]

hi, can u do gp Karina x reader?

I have been feral over rina and step sis smut so I had to write one!!!

STEP-SIS RINA!!

Pairings: Step-sister G!p Karina x step-sister Fem reader!

Word count: 1k-ish

Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk sex, p in v, words bitch, slut, whore etc used, mean Karina, switch reader and rina, make out session, parents divorce, pantie stealing, kinda fuck girl rina, step-cest, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), not proofread and just nasty smut!!!

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Moving or changing environments was never something you enjoyed. Each time you moved to a new house, you were met with an unfamiliar and hollow feeling. When you found out that your parents were separating and everyone would be starting a new life in different homes, it felt like a sharp pain in your heart. And to add to that, your mother has found a new man, which means that you’re going to move in with him and his bitch of a daughter.

Karina was never nice to you, you knew her since high school. She was a bitch, heartbreaker, mean attitude and what you call a whore. She has fucked every girl you’d think of principals daughter, fucked. Girls football Teams captain, done ages ago. Girls basketball teams coach, done. Every girl that would pass by, lured already.

She could literally get anyone down between her legs, sucking her cock dry. Only one person has never acknowledged her, you. You saw her as an attention-begging bitch, whose chin is up.

That made Karina’s jaw clench in humiliation. She made tons of plans but none of them worked, all of them failing miserably. The way you never even glance her way or give her the attention that she wants. She almost gave up until…

She found out her dad was moving in with your mom, it was like discovering a $100 bill on the street, waiting for someone to claim it. And what a fool she would be if she didn't grip that chance.

During the first meeting between your mother, yourself, and her father, she was smiling brightly and talking non-stop. She was showering you and your mom with compliments and fake pouting when it was time for you to leave. Her fake act was so fake that it made you feel nauseous and you wanted to vomit.

And that’s how she acted every time your mom and her man were around, doing the most stomach aching fake shit she could ever muster. You never even flashed a smile towards her, your mom thought you were too mean and rude to your step-sister who was only trying to be a good sister to you.🥺😔

She eavesdropped when your mom was talking to you, or more like complaining about how you should start getting grip of your mean attitude. Even tho she is the mean one here, she only plastered one of her signature smirks and headed towards her room.

Your parents were leaving for their honeymoon, leaving you and that annoying thing all alone and….together. Like you thought things can’t get worse but oh how wrong you were.

You hated to admit or acknowledge this, the agitated tension replaced by sexual tension. You don’t know why or how, but the way she left lingering touches on your thigh. Or how she rubbed her crotch against your heat when passing by you in the kitchen or how she stole your used panties and jerked off to them, you know each piece of your panties and the one she stole was your favorite so you immediately noticed when it got lost, only finding it under her bed days later when your mom told you to clean her room since Karina is all day out.

You smirked to yourself and decided to play with her further, your outfits getting skimpier and skimpier each passing day. Your clothed heat rubbing against her uncomfortable erection a little longer or the way your boobs press against her back.

You were laying comfortably on your bed scrolling through whatever shit that popped up into your feed. Karina was out in those frat parties probably a girl bent over and against some available counter for her, ramming her cock in and out of that slutty pussy.

But to your surprise she was not. She was downstairs having her own bar at home, drinking anything that she had her hands on, her alcohol tolerance was high and she could drink and be perfectly fine. So when she came to your room, alcohol smell overshadowing her expensive perfume you knew that she had drunk a lot and is not in her right senses.

“Karina what are you-“ you got cut off with a strong whiskey tasting kiss, it was like you were the one who drunk not her, for actually kissing her back. Even tho your mind hated this, your heart loved every bit of it. Your lips dancing against each other’s passionately. She bit your lower lip earning a gasp from you, her tongue moving inside your mouth exploring your mouth, then her tongue started sucking your tongue.

Her hands roamed all over your body, not knowing where to touch first. Her fingers impatiently fiddling with the straps of your top, letting it slide down along the strap of your bra. Your neck area and the sexy parting of your boobs, leaving her mouth watered. She started kissing down your jaw then neck and chest, coating all this area with her saliva, and the saliva that once was in your mouth.

Her hands squishing and squeezing your soft mounds, the smell of the alcohol and those intoxicating kisses making your brain shut and mind dizzy. Desire swiping off all the thoughts of this being wrong.

Your hand traveled down to her sweats, palming the rock hard erection that she has been slowly humping against your legs. You massaged it and rubbed small circles over it, making her hiss in the pleasurable pain, wanting more.

You changed positions,you now on top of her. Your clit making contact with her base, grinding yourself against it, high pitched moans threatening to fall, but you couldn’t care less and let them fall.

Her swinging her hips and rubbing her erection back at you. The friction more and better.

You lifted yourself up and slid down her sweats then boxers. Her cock springing out, red and heavy, blood rushing through it. You discarded your shorts and top, throwing them in the same pile as her sweatpants. Your legs were in each side of her hips, you lifted yourself up once more before sinking down on her length. A choked moan from you and a groan from her. Her tip hit your g-spot perfectly. You stayed there not moving, enjoying the sight of her so desperate and hungry for you. Squirming trying to start thrusting back up at you, gripping your waist so tightly, that red nail marks were there.

You leaned down on her, making your boobs suffocate her. She took a deep inhale, processing your perfume. The smell that made her crave you more and a low whine escaped her lips.

You decided enough teasing. You started sinking your core down to meet her tip, which parted your folds deliciously. Whimpers coming from the both of you. You fucked yourself faster, using her as your own personal dildo.

Her loud groans echoing through the room along with your moans. She was always dominant in every hook up she had, but being the submissive for once was different type of pleasure. One she didn’t think she’d like this much.

The pornographic scene and noises that came out of you and the way you basically were jumping on her dick. Made her cum shoot deep inside your womb, your tummy slightly swollen and your juices ran down your thighs then her pelvis. Your tight hole squeezing her now more.

She laid there limp and you laid on top of her. Not long after she was in a deep slumber, you were admiring her deeply, you never knew how pretty she actually is till now.

Deep down you maybe loved this even more than her.

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[lyssaluvs]

Hi can you do a Percy Jackson x female reader.she is the daughter of Aphrodite

A little background Percy has this puppy love towards her.she has a fondness towards him but oddly enough even though she is the daughter of Aphrodite she comes off as cold.Ok so this takes place episode five of the series and they are arguing about who will sit in the golden chair.when he sits down and is turned into gold she tries her hardest to get him out.She has the talk with Hephaestus like how Annebeth did in the show.When Percy comes out of chair is was able to hear everything she ways saying.Figuring out she actually does really like him.

Trying Not to Love You - Percy Jackson

Summary: As above.

Warnings: Like one naughty word and a lil peck. Use of Y/n (Idk if that counts)

A/N: This is my first piece of writing so pls be nice, and pls leave feedback. Also, I know logically that they're like 12 and have probably known each other for like two weeks and therefore don’t actually love each other, but for the sake of the story, we're ignoring that. Also x2, I know Nickelback gets hate but they go hard and I'm DONE acting like they don't. (Listen to Trying Not to Love you, which is what this made me think of)

WC: 1.4k (I got carried away 😔)

For a daughter of Aphrodite, I sure don’t seem like one. My siblings and I get along just fine, but no one can deny the differences between us. We differ in that where my siblings are outgoing, smiley, and warm, I happen to be more reserved, more introverted. Many suggest I’m colder than my siblings, but that’s not the case. I’m just wary, and if that presents as being cold, so be it. We share traits, of course. We’re kind, socially aware, and well… beautiful. And with that, often comes an onslaught of suitors. Sure, I had a few, but none that I ever felt drawn to. And none that stuck out quite like Percy Jackson did.

“He’s staring again.” My sister said as she nudged my side. I look up from my plate and meet his gaze. He sends a panicked smile before a blush spread across his cheeks and he quickly looks back down at his food.

“Poor thing looks like a kicked puppy, you should talk to him, put him out of his misery.” My sister continues. I hum and tilt my head before getting up to make my way toward the fire. I scrape the last of my brisket off my plate as I hear him approach.

“Uh, hi.”

“Hi Percy.”

“It’s, uh, pretty warm out, huh. Not all that pleasant standing by the fire. Maybe we should, I dunno, go for a walk? By the lake maybe?” He presses his lips together and looks at me with those puppy dog eyes. Were his eyes always that pretty? No. Stop it.

“Sorry Percy, we’re having girls night in our cabin tonight, I can’t” I quickly explain. Sure, it’s not nice to lie, but it has to be done. What are my options? Keep saying no until he loses interest, or give in to the temptation, and eventually have to break his heart? He doesn’t deserve that. The former it is.

I quickly make my way back to my cabin, and into bed.  Not turning around to see that he does, in fact, look like a kicked puppy.

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“Y/n”

My head snaps up and I quickly glance around. What? Me?

“Customarily, one waits to at least hear a name or two before choosing. Are you sure you don’t want to hear more?” Chiron states apprehensively

Apparently not… I think to myself as Percy goes on a spiel about how he must choose those he trusts most. Why me?

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Cold, wet, and coughing. That pretty much sums up my state right about now. Somehow, I had made it out of the water when I surely thought I was going to drown. Had that been Percy?

I fumble my way off the ground, taking Percy’s outstretched hand.

“Are you ok? You’re not hurt?” He rushes out as he looks me up and down franticly.

“I’m fine, Percy. Thank you.”

“Yeah, no, of course. Sorry if I was too rough, I’m kinda making it up as I go along.”

I just smile as we direct our gaze to the grand, golden statue in front of us. There it was, the shield we’d almost drowned to get to our hands on.

“How are we supposed to get that thing down?”

I look between the statue and the chair that say at its feet. “These things are connected somehow. It’s a machine, but how do you start the machine?” I say as I scan the mechanism for any clues.

Percy seems to retreat into his mind for a moment before coming to a realisation. “It was a gift with a hidden purpose. Hephaestus offered it to Hera, but as soon as she sat in it, she couldn’t get up.”

Percy continued to explain, and it finally clicked. One of us has to sit in it. One of isn’t getting out of it.

“I’ll do it.” I say without thinking. I didn’t need to think about it, it was a no-brainer. Between the two of us, Percy needs to continue, and for some reason I don’t let myself delve into, I have no objections giving my life for his.

“What? Wait a minute!” He grabs my wrist to stop me from proceeding towards the chair.

“No, Percy. It’s me or you, and I’m not going to let it be you.”

“Y/n, no! I brought you on this quest because I couldn’t bear the thought of you not being by my side. I didn’t want to go anywhere you wouldn’t be.” He let go of my hand and I immediately missed his touch.

“Percy- “

“Y/n. Listen to me. It’s ok. Even if you sit in the chair, the outcome would be the same. A piece of me would go with you, and I’d be no use to the quest. You’re strong. You don’t need me.”

He took a lunge and planted himself firmly in the chair. Molten gold crawled its way up his legs and I could hear cogs and wheels spinning within the machine. Oh gods, this is really happening.

“Percy, stand up! This isn’t funny, Percy, please!”

“It’s ok. It’s ok, Y/n. I’m ok.”

And just like that the gold had made its way across his face and it was done. He’d been turned into a statue, and it was my fault.

The shield dropped to floor with an echo, but I barely heard it. I need to fix this.

I made my way around to the back of the chair and dropped to my knees. I brushed my hands across the machine, praying to whoever would listen. Mum, please. Help me out here.

And just like that, a man had appeared at the platform above the statue.

“Hephaestus” I heard a small voice whisper, from nowhere, yet everywhere.

Thanks, Mum. I won’t let you down.

“Can I help you? Do you need some help finding your way out?” He played a melodic tune on his harmonica and a ladder appeared, leading up to the platform.

“I’m not leaving without him, Hephaestus. And if you’re not going to help me, can you please leave me alone so I can focus?”

“In spite of what you may have been told, I am not someone who can be pushed around.”

I let out a sigh and deflated my shoulders. Tears blurred my vision, but I pulled them back. Now isn’t the time, I need to focus.

“Hephaestus, please. I can’t do this without him, despite what he may think. I know you know how this feels. To love someone you know you can’t have. But you got another chance when the gods gave you my mother, I won’t be afforded such a luxury. My mother has been more than generous giving me someone like him, someone I don’t deserve. I won’t get that again. I’ll never find someone like him, never love someone like I love him. Please, Hephaestus, I’m begging. Let him go. Let me have him, let me love him.”

The man hung his head. I couldn’t tell if he was moved by what I had said, or if it just pissed him off. I just hope to the gods I wasn’t the latter. He turned his back and I mirrored him in hanging my head. I had failed.

Another note played from his harmonica and my ear perked up, along with my hope. I shot to my feet as I heard the gears in the chair start to move. Making my way around to the front of the chair, I saw him again. Those sea green, puppy dog eyes I had tried so hard not to love. He took a gasping breath as the last of the gold melted off of him.

He stood from the chair and immediately pulled me into an embrace. Without thinking, I let myself hug him back, indulging in his hold for once.

“I heard you.”

“What?”

“I heard what you said when I was in the chair, Y/n.”

What??? Oh fuck…

He moved his hands from my shoulders to my cheeks and rested his forehead against mine. “I feel the same, you know I do. And I know you don’t want to let yourself feel that way, because you think you’ll break my heart, but I don’t care. Please, Y/n, let yourself love me. Gods know I let myself a long time ago.”

I stared into his eyes at a loss for words. I placed my hands on either side of his face and pressed my lips to his.

“I’ll take that as-”

I just kissed him again.

credit to @cafekitsune for the divider!!!

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[knavesflames]

Write it.

Heheh I wrote it!! I’m not sure if it’s any good or not because I’ve never written like this before (OR posted it, look at me being bold) so I apologise if it’s no good😔😔

Anyway!! Fem Virgin!reader x corruption!arlecchino

Contents: throat fucking, praise, tears (good ones), arlecchino has a dick because why not, virgin reader

Word count: 1118

NSFW below!!

A small hum in your ear sends shivers down your spine before she even touches you. Your shiver only earns a low, throaty chuckle from the woman behind you, her breath on your neck.

“What’s wrong, doll? Are you nervous?”

You don’t even have to answer, because your body language speaks for you. Her voice sounds again, husky as she holds back a devilish smile, her hands finding the hem of your shirt.

“Take this off, hm? You look so much prettier when you don’t hide yourself away.”

Your clothes drop to the floor with the softest of thuds, leaving you bare. Her eyes roam you hungrily— look at you, standing so innocently with not the slightest clue she’s about to ruin you. For the better, of course.

She sinks you to your knees, her eyes staring into yours like you’ll disappear if she blinks.

“Come on, doll. Take my clothes off.”

She gestures to herself, your eyes immediately catching the bulge twitching in her pants, caused by nothing more than your innocence, and the thought of being the first person to hear your pleasured groans. Your hands cautiously tug the fabric of her suit pants, letting them drop to her ankles.. and oh my, she isn’t wearing underwear. Her dick springs out, hitting her lower belly. You gulp, taking in the sheer size of her, just how is that going to fit inside of you? You can’t think another thought before the tip of her taps against your lips.

“It’s alright, dove. Open wide, I’ll guide you.”

With hesitation, your lips part, allowing her in. Immediately she groans, taking a sharp breath as her head tilts back.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

Her thumb strokes your cheek as you tentatively begin swirling your tongue around her tip, your eyes staring up at her, sparkling every time she lets loose a small groan. You’re doing so well! She’s trying her best to go slow, to be gentle, it’s your first time, after all, but her only thought is fucking your throat. Her hands card through your hair, weaving through the strands as she subtly finds her grip, just perfect to hold your head still. Your hum of surprise vibrates against her, and she loses it— her hips snap up. A little slow, easing you into it, but the second she feels your nose meet the small patch of white hair on her pelvis, the second she hears your small gag as she hits the back of your throat, she loses control. Her hands grip your hair harder, holding your head still while she fucks your throat, relishing in the sounds of your choking, the way your eyes fill with tears, in the way your hands frantically grip her thighs to keep yourself grounded. “Fuck, you’re a good girl. So good at letting me use your throat like this, good girl.”

Before she can finish, she releases your head, pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop and a gasp from you. Her thumb wipes the small trickle of spit from your chin as her other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you onto her lap. You bite your lip when her dick twitches against you, your hips moving downwards to meet her when you feel the tip of her dick hit your swollen, puffy clit. She groans once more, taking herself by the base of her cock and dragging the tip across your soaked slit.

“So fucking wet for me. Your first time, all I’ve done is fuck your throat and you’re this needy? I thought you said you were innocent. Seems like you are a dirty girl, just like I thought. Good girl.”

Both hands now on your waist, she pulls you onto her cock, watching your face and listening to your squeal as you sink down. It being your first time, you struggle. But she coos and whispers soft praises as she gently bounces you up and down until you sink down all the way. Her eyes widen with satisfaction when she sees you’ve taken all of her, not a centimetre of space between your pelvises. A grunt leaves her lips when your pussy flutters around her. Her hand roughly grips your chin, aggressive but somehow so full of love.

“You’re perfect. Let me guide you, let me show you. I can make you feel so good you won’t ever think of anything else again.”

With a small nod of your head, and a shaky breath out, you feel her bouncing you again. God, the way she slides in and out with such ease, your pussy practically sucking her in with every movement. You’re nervous, she can tell, but the small whimpers leaving your throat spur her on. She coos soft praises, letting you get used to her as you grip on to her shoulders like you’re losing your grip on reality— and she adores every second of it.

Your head tilts back as you let out a loud moan, and her hands are quick to tug on your hair and bring you back, facing her.

“Look at me. I want to watch you lose your mind. I want to watch you get drunk on my cock.”

You try to speak out a response, but your mindless babbles only make her impatient. She’s no longer bouncing you, but holding you still while her hips thrust up, fucking into you harder. Her hand reaches to wrap around your throat, squeezing gently, just enough for you to keep in your mind that you’re hers, your virginity is hers, everything about you is hers. You whimper out a “more”, and her only response is a breathless chuckle. You’re utterly gone, your only thoughts of how she’s stuffing you full with her cock and how good it feels.

“Not so innocent now, hm? Good girl, my fucking good girl.”

You whisper words of agreement, tears filling your eyes and spilling down your cheeks as they roll back. Your nails dig into her so hard she feels her skin break, and.. there it is. The way your pussy clenches around her as you cum is so intoxicating, and she gives one final thrust before grunting, filling you up with her seed. Your head falls forward, leaning on her shoulder as she gives a few more gentle thrusts, stroking your hair. She can’t hide the wicked grin on her face at the fact she turned you from an innocent woman with no idea of sex into this blabbering, orgasming mess, begging for more. One messy swipe of her thumb over your clit leaves you bucking up against her, and she takes pleasure knowing you won’t ever stop thinking about her, and doesn’t she plan to use that to her advantage again and again.

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[formulafics]

For the blurb reader dealing with the hate of dating a driver and them comforting her.

MRS. ALL AMERICAN, but make it a blurb

well, it may be a few months later, but here it is!! i so hope you love it rena 😔🙏🏻 also im living up to that conversation we had about me dropping things without warning 😼 this also lowkey made me wanna start writing again so 👀

MRS. ALL AMERICAN | SMAU (i’d suggest reading this before you read the blurb!)

Initially, the comments didn’t bother you. In fact, you found yourself amused at many of them, being so unbelievably absurd and far from the truth. A part of you also know it was inevitable. The internet is cruel, and along with that, your relationship moved much faster than most in this day and age. So, for the time being, it wasn’t hard to just ignore them, especially since you were so certain that Alex would be your endgame. To which, he is.

Now, months later, with rings on your fingers, there’s not a shred of doubt in your mind, regarding your relationship with Alex. It’s only getting better by the day, and you couldn’t ask for a better partner. That being said, the comments didn’t stop. Frankly, you’ve started to think they’re getting worse, and unfortunately, it’s becoming harder for you to ignore them.

Alex is not oblivious to your shift in mood. He can see it clearly, especially now as he gazes at you from across the table. His eyes glance down to your hands, watching you pick apart the food on your plate, food that you usually would be ‘going to town on’ (as logan says). His brows furrow as he looks at your face, his heart sinking at the strange sadness that lingers within your expression.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, eyes meeting yours when you look at him. You swallow a lump in your throat, one you didn’t even realize was there, before answering him. “Yeah,” you respond flatly, huffing briefly. Your chest is tight, leaving you to feel like you can’t suck in enough air. Your response isn’t exactly what Alex hoped to hear, the man being slightly stumped on what to do or say.

He waits a few moments, but the longer you both sit in silence, the more the whole situation weighs on the both of you. “You can talk to me,” Alex assures you, eyes hopeful that you’ll open up to him. You sigh, setting your fork down. You lean forward, resting your arms on the table to close the distance between you and him, and he mirrors your movements, making it feel as if you both are in a more private setting.

“It’s just,” you pause, trying to think of how to word things. “The comments — they’re getting worse, I think,” you say it quietly, the aforementioned lump returning to your throat. Alex’s expression softens, and he simply nods. “Yeah,” he responds. Before anything else can be said, the waitress is at your table, and after confirming that you’re done eating, Alex asks for the bill.

By the time you’re walking out of the restaurant and headed to the car, you’re almost in tears. You squeeze Alex’s hand in yours, unintentionally bumping into his side as you walk to the car. When you do finally reach it, he guides you to the passenger side, but rather than opening the door, he engulfs you in a hug. Just like that, the tears begin to fall from your eyes, and you hug him back, nuzzling your face into his jacket. He doesn’t say anything yet, and just rests his head on yours, his hand soothingly rubbing your back.

He waits until your crying slows, then kisses your head. “I’m sorry about the comments - I know it’s hard,” he says against your hair, and you just nod in response, hugging him impossibly tighter. “You smell good,” you say quietly, lifting the mood slightly. He chuckles, making the corners of your lips pull upwards. “Thank you,” he hums. You look up at him, a small smile on your lips. Even though there’s still weight on your shoulders, you can’t help the smile, or the way your heart speeds up when you look at him.

He tilts his head down and presses a kiss against your lips - a soft, short one. “I wish I could do more,” he says earnestly, resting his forehead on yours. “I know,” you respond, knowing that he probably needs some reassurance too.

A few moments pass, the both of you stood there in comfortable silence with your eyes closed, soft gusts of wind breezing past you. Alex inhales, then pulls away, but doesn’t go too far just yet. “I just hope you know that everything they say is complete bullshit, and that i’m genuinely so happy with you,” He says, his eyes glimmering with honesty in a way that makes your heart squeeze in your chest. “Me too,” you respond, pressing another kiss to his lips. Slowly, the lingering weight on your shoulders finally dissipates as Alex opens the passenger door, holding your hand until you’re in the seat. He bends down, a silly grin on his face. “I love you so much,” he says, making you smile. “I love you.” you respond, watching as he closes the door, then walks around the car, taking his place in the drivers seat.

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[csl0ml]

So needy… ?pt1?

This is my first time EVER writing a fanfic so it’s my first time writing smut so be nice please 😔

I actually hate this so much 😭

It’s also REALLY long so 😭

Chris x fem reader!!

Chris and reader are dating

Warnings‼️‼️

smut, smut, smut, and smut, the tiniest (like one sentence) of fluff so 🤷‍♀️

pink: you

orange: Chris

Not proofread so 🤷‍♀️

Enjoy!!!

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“Chris omg will you please leave me alone?”

lately Chris has been needy and whiny for no fucking reason.

It’s like he’s going through heat

“Come on ma please, I need you so bad”

I groan in frustration “I could care less go jerk off or something”

Chris frowns “my hand doesn’t feel as good as yours”

I’m still working on something for my job so even if I wanted to help Chris out I literally couldn’t

“Chris I’m working please just go cum and let me be”

“Fine.” Chris is obviously pissed and walks into our shared bedroom and slams the door

“You’re acting like a stubborn teenager!!” I shout at him

“Fuck you.” He responds

…

A couple hours later I’m on the couch watching a movie.

I pull out my phone and see I have a notification.

Chris sent me snap. Weird since we’re in the same house.

When I click on it my mouth drops.

It’s a picture of his dick dripping pre-cum, it’s veiny, it’s not too long, not too thick, it’s perfect.

I immediately turn off the tv and walk to our bedroom. When I get to the door I hear quiet whimper, whines, and cries.

“P-please y/n I need you”

wow I never thought of Chris as the type to beg and whine.

When I open the door I see Chris with his pants around his ankles, dick sticking out of his boxers and his eyes swollen and red from crying.

“Awe baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I ask him as I walk over and sit on the bed. I knew what was wrong. I knew why he was upset. He was so horny and hard it hurt him. But we have a deal. We can’t touch ourselves without permission.

“ I-I’m so hard it hurts. please ma, touch me.”

“Hmm I don’t know. You were distracting me from my work I don’t know if you deserve it.”

His eyes go wide and he moves closer to me. “No! Please I’ll be a good boy I promise! I need you so bad I might die if I don’t cum soon”

I then get an idea.

“Well…last time I checked good boys don’t whine and distract mommy when she’s trying to work and busy.”

Chris looks like he’s about to break down again.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you be a really good boy I’ll let you cum.”

“Yes! Please I’ll do anything to cum I just need it so badly.” Chris almost cried tears of happiness.

“oh but you don’t get to come right now… good boys let mommy cum first. That’s how it’s always been”

Chris burst into tears when I said that.

I grab his face and wipe his tears.

I say in a baby/mocking voice “oh baby I know you’re horny and so hard but you would’ve been able to cum earlier if you weren’t so needy.”

“I-I’m s-sorry. I just needed you so bad I couldn’t wait”

“I understand. But now you’re gonna have to wait. Right now mommy’s gonna cum first okay?”

All I get in response is a nod from Chris.

I push Chris against the head board of the bed and tell him not to touch himself until I tell him to.

I get up and strip. I start with my shirt. Then my pants. But I leave my panties and bra on.

Chris whimpers at the sight of me.

I then walk over to the night stand and open the bottom drawer. I pull out a dildo and a vibrator.

Chris knew I had toys. But because of our deal I didn’t use them unless he told me I could.

I walk back to the bed and get myself situated.

I pull my panties to the side which have a huge wet spot due to how wet I was. I was practically dripping everywhere just from watching Chris whine.

I slowly rub my clit. I let out a quiet moan. I look at Chris and see that he’s just sitting there in awe. It’s taking him every single muscle in his body not to start jerking off.

Once I’m done rubbing my clit I slowly slide the dildo into my hole. My head shoots back in pleasure and I let out such a load moan I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors heard.

I look at Chris and then his dick. His dick is twitching and dripping pre-cum.

I start sliding the dildo in and out of my dripping pussy. I then grab the vibrator I got from the night stand and put it on my clit.

My back arches from the amount of pleasure and I let out a moan.

“Oh my god Chris” I moan.

I look at Chris and he mumbles something.

“What’d you say baby?”

“I said you look so beautiful ma.”

I thank him by getting up and giving him a kiss.

The kiss then turns into a very sloppy messy make out session.

I pull away from Chris and he frowns

“Why’d you stop”

“Because I need to cum first and then you can get everything you want”

I lay back down and slide the dildo in and out again. I place the vibrator on my clit again. I’m moaning so loud my throat hurts.

I can feel the knot in my stomach get closer.

“I-I’m close Chris omg”

I then find my self having an orgasm.

I start riding out my high on the dildo. Once I’m calm again I look at Chris.

He’s crying again.

I take the dildo out, turn off the vibrator and sit infront of him. “What’s wrong baby?” not actually knowing what’s wrong.

“I- I just don’t know how I ended up with someone so gorgeous. and my cock is throbbing and it hurts”

I laugh at his statement

“Don’t worry baby. You were such a good boy and didn’t touch yourself so now you get to cum”

I get down face to face with his dick and start licking his tip.

Chris’s head shoots back in pleasure. He’s a moaning mess.

“Omg yes y/n don’t stop”

“You’re mouth feels amazing”

“It feels so good baby”

All this stuff he’s saying while he’s moaning

I take his whole dick. It’s hitting the back of my throat and I’m trying my hardest not to gag.

“I’m close”

I just hum in response.

The vibration from my hum must have been to much because next thing I know Chris was practically screaming my name.

He’s coming down my throat as he grips my hair. I sallow his cum and look up at him.

There’s tears in eyes from the pleasure.

“You did so good baby. You were such a good boy.”

“Thank you mamas”

“Want me to fuck you now?”

Part two?

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[justlulu]

🔥Sex with the Peaky Blinder boys🔥

I need to give @greatlydelirious credit for the inspo, HI nice to meet you!, your ‘Peaky Blinders dicks description’ was such a blessing ;) and you set me in the mood to write some smut as I originally did so thank u for that.🌷💕

⚠️my very PERSONAL opinion ⚠️

Tommy Shelby

Tommy fucks like he works: well placed thrusts, steady rhythm. He’s the type to go straight to the point, not leaving too much room for foreplay, he does his job and he does it good, but he certainly knows how to use his tongue when he’s in the mood. Not a big fan of dirty talk, well not a fan of talking to begin with, he will let his kisses and caresses speak for him. Missionary and HE HOLDS YOUR HANDS THE WHOLE TIME!

Alfie Solomons

The man is a savage. Sex with him is hot and messy: he likes to switch positions and have you in as much ways as he can, but there’s nothing he loves more than laying down on his back and letting you sit on him and do your thing. Especially after a long, stressful day at work, he loves to hand over the reins and watch you bounce on his cock. He also enjoys making you believe that little you is capable of overpowering him, allowing you to hold his arms or press him down on the mattress. He lets you play a bit, before easily rolling over and pinning you under his gigantic body, a hand cupping the top of your head to keep you still as he proceeds with a hard pounding. He’s loud, not engaged in dirty talk, but grunts a lot and curses even more.

Luca Changretta

BDSM! He’s kinky as hell, has a power exchange fixation and a dominant mindset. He’s a boss after all, he likes to take control. Sex with him is never just a quick fuck. He likes to take his time, set the mood, get you ready. He will take a sit, matchstick in his mouth, and make you undress for him, give him a show, present yourself to him. He craves your submission in all of its forms: kneeling at his feet with his thumb stroking your cheek as you suck him off, spreading your legs and waiting patiently for him to touch you, and beg beg BEG! You’ll be a fucked out mess when he finally gives it to you.

John Shelby

He wants to be tough, but in bed he’s a sweetheart. He really does make love to you, kissing every inch of your skin before he even starts to undress himself. He will never admit it to his mates, but he also loves a bossy partner who puts him back in his place and praises him when he behaves.

Arthur Shelby

He’s a fucking animal, someone once said. They were fucking right. Hair pulling, love bites, spanking and a hard and fast pace. He fucks like he needs to breed you. He likes to maneuver you body and bounce it like a rag doll, but holds you gently in his arms right after you’re done.

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A.N. As always, I keep it in my drafts for months trying to make it better until I can’t bare the sight of it anymore. It should have contained Michael too, but my brain just refuses to think of something..so, no Michael😔 Someone said that what we write is never as good as we want it to be, but it’s always better than what we think of it for the readers, so here you go.

-lulu🤍

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders smut #tommy shelby smut #john shelby smut #luca changretta smut #alfie solomons smut #arthur shelby smut #fanfic #tv series #imagines #smut #bbc peaky blinders

[areislol]

STFU I KNOW NEUVILLETTE WOULD TREAT U SO WELL AND SMITTEN WITH YOU 😭😭😭 like you two shared a love for one another, like a love you could only dream of..

►— pairings. modern/college! au neuvillette x fem! reader

►— a/n. i’m just having so much brain rot about this man i’m so sorry i just have to get this out.. i have many things to write whew 😔

like this man is SO SO SOOO PROUD OF YOU 👏 whatever you achieve, whenever you pass your exams, WHATEVER YOU DO THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, he will be so proud of you ☹️ like he can’t help but shed a tear when he sees how happy you are — the way your eyes light up, the way your lips curve up into a wide smile — makes him want to just pick you up and spin you around (and sometimes he does)

he makes sure to encourage you to keep doing well and makes sure to reward you with whatever you want (he already knows what you want he just wants to ask you anyway and he already knows you’re going to say “anything, i don’t mind!”)

he picks you up at the EXACT time when you ask him too. like if you ask him to pick you up at 6:00 pm or whatever time, once you’re looking out the window you have to take a double look because you can literally see his car parked right next to your place.

“nevy i told you to come at 6?”

“it is 6:00 my love, check the time.”

AND GOD DAMN IS HE RIGHT. you check your phone and see that is 6:00 pm on the dot. and you’re not even done yet..

“but im not done yet? ☹️”

“that’s alright, take your time i can wait.”

he waits for however long and he does NOT complain. sometimes he asks if he could come in and watch you do your makeup or fix your clothes that he bought for you. and he watches you in awe as you do your thing like that’s my girl!!!

he holds the door for you. i know it’s small but even the smallest amount of kindess are rare.. so whenever he holds the door for you, you SWEAR you can feel something clutching your heart.

before you can even put a finger on the car handle he softly pushes your hand away and opens the car door for you, kissing your temple in the process.

“nevy why’d-“

“ah- shush, i don’t want my pretty girl lifting her finger.”

“oh! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ “

he buys you your favourite drink and food while on his way to pick you up or going to your college.

once you mention something to neuvillette about something you like (even if it’s small) he WILL remember it. one time you had said to neuvillette that you wanted to try the new drink from starbucks and before you know it the next day while waiting for neuvillette near the college, he handed you the new drink.

same with food, he buys you your favourite food from the cafeteria (he likes to see your happy face when he places the tray down). neuvillette makes you your comfort food, and he only buys it when he doesn’t have time to make it.

when you’re in a bad mood or just need to cry, he’s quick to comfort you before making you your comfort food. it doesn’t matter how long it takes, he knows you’ll be happy in the end.

this may be a bit.. weird? but he tucks you into bed before climbing in next to you as well.

IDC WHAT U SAY HE LIKES TUCKING YOU INTO BED AND KISSING YOUR FOREHEAD!!! like it makes him feel so happy and all giddy inside.

it makes him 100x more happier when he realises that one day he could do that to your children.. just the idea of it makes his heart flutter.

but yes. he can’t sleep properly until you give him a forehead kiss OR ANY KISS ANYWHERE back.

neuvillette always MUST have his hand somewhere on you, or just be touching you in some way.

at the start of your relationship and even before you two were together, he wasn’t so touchy or handsy with you.. but after some time he grew more confident and even more comfortable with you

whenever he’s walking along beside you, he has his arm around your waist of his hand on your waist, sometimes he pulls you close to him in a large and crowded place where your hips are touching. or even if it’s him leaning behind you, his chest against your back.

(RHSHAIAJAIENEJSHAJIS YOU’RE GONNA GO INSANE AND FERAL BECAUSE OF THIS MANNNN)

he would buy you snacks and sweets that he knows you enjoy, or even just buying snacks you’ve never tried before to see if it could maybe be your new favourite snack.

neuvillette just rests his cheek on his hand as he admires you enjoying your snacks. sometimes you stop eating and stare at him before offering him the snacks, neuvillette denies them and just goes on to watching you eat. you’re just so adorable.

HE MAKES YOU HOMEMADE GIFTS INSTEAD OF BUYING THEM!! like yes, he still buys you gifts but i feel like neuvillette would find homemade gifts more romantic and better than buying gifts.

nevy watches those youtube or tiktok videos on how to “make it yourself: pop up minecraft heart card” stuff like that you know? he tries his very best so please don’t be mad at him when it’s very sloppy looking 😭

he also gifts you handmade matching bracelets that he made, his is baby blue (and other shades of blue) and white and yours is f/c with another of your f/c. to be honest, you kind of.. sobbed when he gave them to you like? really? you made these cute little matching bracelets for us both..? and you included my favourite colours? EEUUUHUUUUUUUUU

“i wanted to make us matching bracelets because.. i’ve seen other couples doing it so i wanted to do it myself.. here you go.”

you look up at him,

“this.. this is for me?” you’re clutching onto them and admiring it.

neuvillette nods his head

“it’s.. i-it’s so cute..”

nevy can literally hear how your voice goes soft and he can see tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

“(;﹏;)”

“y/n? are you-“

“EUUHUHUHUHUUU 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。”

you gave him a heart attack my guy thought you were crying because of how ugly it was but when he found out it was just because you’ve never seen anything cuter in your life and you promised to keep it forever HE almost cried.

!!!! gives you his jacket whenever he sees you’re cold and shivering!!!! and he is bigger than you (probably) so his jacket is definitely larger than you and he will never get enough of looking at you in his clothing.

and when you give him back his jacket? he shakes his head and tells you that it’s yours now.

“what but- it’s your jacket you can’t just-“

“shhhh… it’s okay, it looks better on you anyway.”

“oh- oh okay..”

he lectures you or just informs you about what you did wrong and tells you what you should’ve done before.

when you’re in the wrong, and aruging with someone he WILL back you up whether you’re wrong or not, but behind closed doors he sits you down and gives you a talk about what you said was wrong and you get the deal.

this is one of the MAAAANNNY reasons of why your parents and friends love him, he knows what’s wrong and right and can guide you to the right path.

he admires you as you’re asleep, the streaks of sunlight seeping through the blinds and lighting up the room. he swears that you’re an angel.

his finger caressing your cheek softly as he moves your hair strand from your face, and he kisses your face, your cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes and neck. everything about you is so… beautiful.

he can’t take his eyes off of you, and as you stirr awake he makes to kiss your temple and mumble his good morning.

guys, this is a pretty big one but, he helps out with chores!! he does the laundry for you, washing his and your clothes together. or even washing the dishes. and everytime you see him with an apron on… god bless the whole house.

he just wants to take care of you ☹️

he NEVER EVERRR lets you pay the bills!! if he ever did it would have to be split.

he won’t hesitate (will) to fight you over the bill. and the waiter just stands there holding the payment terminal just.. smiling.. waiting for either neuvillette or you to just pay.

neuvillette 100% day dreams about you two having a family. he can just imagine what your children would be looking like and sometimes he just wants to kick his feet and giggle like a child.

he would never tell you about this though, he’s too embarrassed. maybe one day but honestly, if he ever did tell you, you should tell him that you thought about your future children too.

HE BUYS YOU CLOTHING THAT HE KNOWS WOULD LOOK GOOD ON YOU. but you look good in everything so he just buys it because he wants to see you in it :)

doesn’t matter if it’s expensive or not, revealing yea but.. lingerie is only for him to see so.. doesn’t hurt.

“awww neuvillette, are these for me? they’re so cute!!”

“i know, that’s why i bought them, i’m a hundred percent sure you will look beautiful in them.”

“oh stop.. i don’t know.. do you really think that?”

“of course, love! check what else is in the bag.”

“okay! … nevy? are these.. lingerie…?”

“yes.. i’m sorry, are you uncomfortable with them? i can take them back don’t wor-“

“no no! it’s not that but i’m just asked why?”

“well i mean, no one is going to see.. just me. don’t be so embarrassed.”

“mmm.. okay..”

note: there was more.. but i lost is MEANING I LOST AT LEAST 2-3 BULLET POINTS ☹️☹️ im sobbing ILL MAKE ANORHWR PART IF I CAN 🙏🏻🙏🏻

taglist: @tomansimp @one-offmind @miitchiji @dainsleif-when-playable @momoewn @stygianoir @irethepotato @v4an @imetsk @fiannee @sunnyf4lls if im missing anyone please tell me because i have an inkling feeling i missed a few..

liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!!!

another note: im so sorry this is short 😭

#genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x yn #neuvillette x you #genshin impact headcanons #—✧ · . fandom: genshin impact #genshin impact x you

[mouthfullofmunson]

More modern camboy thoughts 😔

Sigh

He’s such a “kitten” “sweetheart” “honey” “baby” “bunny” ass boyfriend and I’ll never get over it

I just started writing the fic plz stop this madness

But y/n sitting and waiting for him to be done with his cam in his living room and once he comes out a little sweaty in just his boxers she’s all pouty

And he kisses her head, moving along to the kitchen for a bottle of water “what’s the frown for?”

“You took too long and I missed you so much :(“

And she’s definitely a clingy girlfriend

Which she’s kind of insecure about because she doesn’t want to suffocate him, especially since they live right next to each other and sometimes she goes over there uninvited but that’s just because she misses him so much

And he never seems to mind

“You always seem to miss so much but I’m right here. I’ll always be right next door, baby”

And he’s so gentle with her ☹️ his thumb rubbing over her cheek while he places little kisses on her lips

“Do you want to come back in the room with me? I know you didn’t want to set out here and I didn’t think it would take that long. I’m sorry for leaving you out here for so long, baby.”

And he leads her back to his room and they lay in his bed, kissing until Eddie finally addressed the wet patch on her cute little panties he starts kissing down her body until he gets to the wet patch and he gives her a soft kiss there before pulling her panties down

“How are you already so wet, honey? I’ve hardly even touched you.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie. You know your kisses get me worked up”

He smiles wide at her “I know, baby. Never apologize.”

And he gives her the orgasm of a lifetime with just his mouth

And after he inches back up the bed and lays down next to her

“Jesus Eddie how do you do that?”

He just laughs and kisses her head

And she gets soooo shy anytime he kisses her, or calls her a cute pet name, and omg she can hardly make eye contact with him when he tells her that he loves her

And anytime it happens he can’t help but squeeze her in a big hug

“Come on, my dick was just inside of you and now you can’t even look at me when I kiss you on the cheek?”

Giving her the biggest hug and kissing over her cheeks after she looks away bashfully and mumbles “I love you too”

“You’re so cute, c’mon look me in the eye already”

“I promise I don’t bite, baby. No reason not to show me those pretty eyes”

AHHH I NEED HIM 😔

And he’s so eager to show her off to his friends because she’s the cutest, sweetest little thing and he knows that her and all of his little would get along great even if they are grumpy 17ish year olds (bc if they were 14/15 when Eddie was twenty they would be around 17 when Eddie is 23 and camboy Eddie is 23 so yk)

And they all get along until the boys start to hit on y/n, and even tho they are just young boys he still has to lay down the law and make sure they know y/n is all his

STOP BC CAMBOY EDDIE IS SOOO SOFT FOR HER LIKE UGH

He’s so the “have you drank water today, baby?” “When was the last time you ate anything, kitten? I can basically hear your stomach rumbling. You know you need to eat.” Boyfriend

LIKE UGH

And if she ever says anything bad about herself at all

He’s there to give her a smile and all the reassuring compliments and hugs and kisses that she needs

But he’s also stern with her

“Don’t talk to yourself like that. You wouldn’t talk to me like that so don’t treat yourself so poorly, sweetheart”

“Okay, now say five kind things about yourself”

And they are both so shamelessly head over heels

Always holding hands, always cuddling, always kissing, always talking about each other, when she’s about to sit down he just pats his lap for her to sit down even if there is a seat open for her 😔

Like y/n’s parent(s) are obsessed with him and Wayne absolutely loves y/n

So it really is such a perfect fit

Ugh and sometimes he will sneak into her apartment when they spent the night apart so he can come cuddle her in bed if he can’t sleep

And when he accidentally scares the shit out of her and wakes her up in a panic he softly laughs while pulling her into his chest and kissing her head “it’s just me, baby. It’s just Eddie, you’re fine. Remember you gave me a spare key?”

And she gets all whiny before he wraps her in his arms all tight and kisses her head and plays with her hair until she’s back to sleep

Which it only takes a few minutes and she’s out like a light

Okay those are kind of all the thoughts I have for him right now

Let me know if you have any

:)

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[osakiharu]

AND I DON’T KNOW IF I’LL EVER SEE YOU AGAIN !!

— saying goodbye to those certain people at school/college that you’ll probably never see again </3 (yes i wrote this because i finished college and this is how i felt about leaving some people and i’m sensitive)

content : gender neutral reader, i dont think this is angst so i have no idea what it is, its : :((, thats the genre y'all, me using a couple personal experiences to add in some accuracy

characters : mikey, kazutora, senju

notes : hey guys !! i finally finished my exams and college meaning i’m now on summer break and i finally have time to write ! thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this academic year esp since i was struggling a lot </3 i luv all of y’all so so so much and i hope y’all enjoy this EVEN THOUGH IM LOWKEY RUSTY ASF RN JUST TRUST THE PROCESS Y’ALL MY WRITING MAGIC WILL COME BACK SOON </3

˗ˏˋ MIKEY

- mikey is thee iconic class crush that everyone has (unless you’re not into mikey then that’s too bad you gotta change the character i’m sorry 😔)

- the type of person you’re friends with and is in all your classes, but you get a little rush of excitement when you see them

- the type of person you talk to like you’ve known them for years face to face, but wouldn’t dare ask to meet up with you and you can’t message them for shit because you think too much about your responses

- the type of person who somehow makes your ears burn but you can’t put your finger on why or how they do that

- you and mikey were always class friends - even teachers knew you guys as class friends and would hate when you sat with each other, knowing very well no work would get done

- he would always find a way to talk to you when you walked past him, to make a joke to you, possibly bully you a little (all with a kind heart and no malice of course) - and you always found a way to do it back which he loved <3

- you cherished him as a friend for some reason - out of all your class friends (not including closer friends that is) he felt special to you, and you could never and will never know why

- and so when the end of your time at school/college was getting closer you started to cherish your little interactions with him and got more and more excited to see him everyday :( - the way you guys interacted never changed, you just held it closer to you and appreciated it more

- on your last day you didn’t see him until the end of the day - he probably didn’t bother coming in early since it was the last day and he’s lazy 😒

- he approached you quickly with a little spring in his step, smiling widely at you like he always did (he was always happy to see you, you just never really realised) — you were very much prepared for a usual interaction; a little small talk, a clever joke of his, a laugh, and departure

- oh. a hug 🎉 — you literally could’ve cried. and don’t say no. yes you could’ve okay.

- “don’t get soppy on me now, y/n, hm? it’s not the end of the world, is it?” — TO YOU ☹️

- even though you wished he did, he didn’t spend any extra time with you, simply walking away with a goodbye and back to his friends — however he did message you when he got home <3

hey i just wanted to say i enjoyed being friends this year :)

in case i never see you again remember me by this <3

i’ll miss you, make sure you look after yourself !

- it was a video of a cat eating dorayaki and purring ?? makes sense 🫶 - although you were more surprised at the concept of a cat actually eating something like that

- though you appreciated and loved his messages, and responded with the same amount of appreciation, you kinda wish he hadn’t messaged you with his own little goodbye — although it wasn’t like losing a lifelong best friend it still left a little hole in the pit of your stomach, knowing you’d miss him, knowing you’d still talk about him with your friends sometimes

- probably wondering if he actually liked you as much as you liked him, wondering if you were simply just a person in his class or more of a friend ?

- you hope one day he’ll ask you to meet up and your friendship can be strengthened in the future but its unlikely to happen :/ - mainly because you’re probably not about to make the first move YEAH

˗ˏˋ KAZUTORA

- in your final year of school/college you ended up being together for a class - you could say he was kinda like your study buddy in the end 🤷‍♀️

-one day he saw you in the library and he asked if you could help him study for the upcoming test since he was struggling with the topic and he wanted to do well this time — lets be real, we all know kazutora would not take classes seriously 😭

- eventually it became a common thing for the both of you to do; meet in the library and go over the things he wanted to do (and it was convenient for you because it meant you could also simultaneously go over the difficult things too 🫶)

- you guys had a spot mikey called the ‘secret spot’ because it was hidden at the back behind a couple bookshelves — despite always being late to classes he was usually on time to your meet-ups

- he always greeted you by saying “hey, teach!” with only a pen and a scrap piece of paper

- as much as you liked seeing kazutora and becoming friends with him, studying with him was very hard sometimes — you could tell he was trying hard but he would kinda just stare and nod his head rather than listen because he would zone out

- once you guys finished studying, he’d simply ask you when you were able to meet next and would say his goodbye’s and thank you’s — sometimes you wanted to ask if he felt like meeting up outside of college or at least studying at your house since you guys got on so well, but you never did

- and he would make out of pocket jokes (they made you giggle but he doesn’t have to know that) — “is there anythin’ else i can do to get an A, professor? 🥺” boy 🤨

- you guys never ate lunch together or spoke to each other outside of lessons - it was almost like as soon as you guys left the classroom or library you didn’t know each other :(

- you had his socials and sometimes you’d receive messages at 12am about a theory he couldn’t understand 😭 — they always made you smile though and sometimes you guys even had little convos (mostly small talk though ugh)

- once you guys face timed 😟 — he thought you looked so pretty under the light of your desk lap and it made him kinda nervy so he was quieter than usual </3

- when exam season came around y’all were stressing over exams together like. the poor boy was SCARED — however, before each exam he would always come up to you when you were with your friends to ask how you were <3

- “i don’t know why you’re stressed, you’re the teacher here, sweets.”

- although you were excited for all the exams and college/school to end, you were also kinda dreading it — you knew the fact that you and kazutora wouldn’t have another study session again left a little ache in your chest

- when the final day arrived you thought he’d neglected to show up since you hadn’t seen him all day :((

- when the exam finished, however, he showed up out of nowhere asking how it went :0 - you guys had a long talk about the exam and how you guys hated whichever questions

- “well, i gotta get going now, my friend is giving me a ride home and i don’t wanna make him wait too much, i’m really sorry!” oh ☹️

- there it was. the feeling that came over you told you you’d probably never see him again, possibly never speak to him again except for some small talk at 11pm when he saw a funny post and decided to send it to you. the knowledge that you were losing a friend that you’d cherished your limited time with over the stressful year </3

- “yeah, it’s fine, don’t worry about it!” idiot.

- “i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

- you just nodded, despite there no longer being a tomorrow :(

- BOOOOOOOO

˗ˏˋ SENJU

- she was your friend in all of your classes <3

- literally since the first day of school/college she decided that you guys were gonna be friends

- every time you come into a lesson she’s always sat in the seat next to yours, and if she’s late she always looks for you with a bright smile on her face — even if other people changed seats in the class, you guys always stayed in the exact same seats next to each other

- “do you wanna do it together?” — y’all always worked on projects or class work together, especially presentations since senju said it just turned out better if you guys did it together

- y’all would also always panic together over presenting posters or presentations to the class and then talk about how good you did afterwards

- you guys always laughed together in classes and giggled at dumb jokes </3

- she would always make you walk with her to exams too — it’s not like she was ever panicking or worried, she just wanted to walk with you into the exam and talk about it after

- and once she bought you candy for your birthday even though you don’t remember telling her your birthday 😭 - “i got you these, i don’t know if you like them but you can try them!” me personally i’d cry

- also !! you guys would also talk outside of classes yay !! — on messages that is

- often she would message you about work, whether that was asking when homework was due in etc etc — but you guys would also message each other if you found out any gossip about people in your classes 😭😭😭

senju : babe, y’know that girl we were talking about the other day?? i found her boyfriend on tinder 😟

you : there’s no way… they’ve literally been dating for almost a year, his account should be deleted by now ?!

senju : wait what ?! how did you find out it’s been that long ☠️

you : oh i looked on her instagram yesterday lmao

- but 😁

- you guys just… didn’t talk to each other outside of class in person ??

- as soon as the class was over y’all didn’t really talk to each other, you never ate lunch together, you never studied together etc — you guys also never made plans or spoke to each other over summer breaks ?

- like y’all basically didn’t speak to each other for three months but when you came back after it was like no time had passed

- when the day of your final exam came around you guys walked to the room as usual, talking about what you did or didn’t want to come up

- before she went into the room she hugged you. you guys never hug. — “you’ll be fine, babe, you got this.” sobbing.

- when you came out of the exam she was gone as usual — it was rare for you guys to wait for each other at the end of lessons or exams anyways

- but that time you felt a little wave of sadness wash over you, perhaps a little ache in your chest as you realised that was probably the last time you’d ever walk down a corridor with her, to stress over something together, hear her little pep talks before doing exams, to do anything with her

- you took her hug as a goodbye </3 (for a while it seemed to leave a little hollow feeling in your chest when you thought of her) though it didn’t feel complete without hearing her say it

- sobbing tbh

reblogs appreciated <3

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[slytherinshua]

COOKING WITH PRINCE

genre. fluff. crack. warnings. obv this wouldn't happen irl it's all just for fun <3 i tried to emulate prince's captions in his videos as best i could, as well as his overall vibe but i am just a new ghostie so sry if its a bit inaccurate :( pairing. prince x fem!reader. wc. 720. request. requested by @haecien, here: cooking w prince even if he doesn't get the recipe a/n. mwahaha so ofc i had to start writing for ghost9 babies someday and prince was a good place to start esp since his cooking videos are absolutely amazing (go show them a lot of love if you haven't already as well as prince's (and all of ghost9's) instagram!!!) and stan ghost9 obv

you didn’t plan on crashing your boyfriend’s solo baking fest in the practice room on a random tuesday afternoon

you weren’t even used to the prospect of your boyfriend cooking

for the years you’ve been dating Prince, you have done 100% of the baking in the relationship (though you had always urged him to try it out since it was fun)

ever since his videos have been doing better than anyone could have predicted, he’s been excited to make something with whatever he had on his hands

from the usual baking ingredients along with several very overripe bananas, you could easily tell what he was planning to bake today: banana bread, one of your favourites 

but also knowing your boyfriend, you knew things would probably turn into a disaster if he didn’t have a recipe

so naturally the first thing you asked was to see the recipe he was following

“I swear I had one somewhere when I was gathering the ingredients, but I literally can’t find it.”

he just brushed off your concerns about him possibly poisoning himself, you, and the ghost9 members

“The last time I baked, I didn’t even follow the recipe because it was in cups. It’ll be fine, baby, you just need to have faith.”

you were planning to leave and let him film in peace, but your boyfriend was persistent that you stay especially because he was making one of your favourite baked goods

you relented easily, really it was hard to say no to him, plus the prospect of baking together seemed kind of fun!

more like a chaotic disaster…

most of it was spent playfully arguing over how much of each ingredient to put in

Prince seemed insistent that you should remember exactly how much of every ingredient for him to measure down to the gram

obviously, you didn't, and eventually you stopped trying to help completely and just let him do his thing

though you did stay behind him to supervise, and your hands were visible in the final video messing with his hair and occasionally giving him a loving slap tap on the cheek when he messed something up

once the banana bread was finally in the oven, the two of you joked about what the voiceover should be

you didn't have the highest expectations for how it tasted, but you knew it would at least be pretty good

all the things your boyfriend had cooked in the past had been decently delicious

it turned out pretty well, and you were happy you were there to annoy him help him with it

bonus: what I think the voiceover would be like

welcome back to cooking in the practice room 🧑‍🍳 until I get busted by my manager 🚨👮 today we have a very special guest joining us 👀🥁✨my girlfriend✨ that’s right 😍 us idols 🧑‍🎤🎤 are actually in relationships 😘 despite what most people want to believe! tbh my girlfriend was not 🙅‍♂️ supposed to be joining me today 😔 but we’re making banana bread 🍌🍞 which happens to be her favourite 😍‼️ so I just had to let her join 🤷‍♂️ as you probably know if you watched my chocolate stuffed coffee bun 🍫☕ video, I don’t bake… but my girlfriend does 🎉 I had a recipe for this, but I think peter got hungry 😋 and ate it or something, so no recipe 📄🚫 but again, at least I have my girlfriend 💃 so it should be fine, right? she’s made this hundreds 👩‍🏫 of times 🧑‍🍳🍞 (she’s literally a minion guys idk why she loves bananas so much 🍌⁉️) but despite that she is still somehow clueless 🤓 as to how much flour I should be measuring 😍 but it’s fine 👌 we just dumped sugar 🍭 flour ❕ butter 🧈 bananas 🍌 eggs 🥚 and baking powder into a bowl 🥣 and hoped that they would magically ✨🧙 turn into banana bread 🤔 and guess what 🧐 they did ✨😍 I also added chocolate 🍫 because my girlfriend materialized it out of nowhere 💁‍♀️🍫 I have no one but my girlfriend to thank 😚 for distracting me by pulling on my hair 💆‍♂️ and telling me I was doing it wrong every 2 minutes 😘 but jokes 👎 on her because this banana bread was delicious even without a recipe 😏 10/10 would bake again 🥸

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[tisaolin]

Unlike that dirtbag Kano, Erron is not pure evil. His heart became cold and hardened because of his past traumas and paranoa. And his lust for money surely gets better of him. But he can redeem himself just like Kabal did.

Kabal became a good man in MK9. So why Erron can't?

Can you write for Erron with a S/O that slowly but surely changes him into a good man? ( Can you write all of his process? An unhonorable mercenary to a honorable warrior and a good person. Thanks to his S/O)

SEE THE KANO PART IS SO TRUE!!

Sorry this took YEARS, I have a creative block, it takes me forever to think of something 😔

How to change the man-Erron Black

Warning: Its MK what should you expect?👺

When you first met Erron, he was a…well a dick. You hated how he just jumped from person to person to make a little coin, you especially hated the missions where he had to murder innocent people. Erron noticed your discomfort and told you it was nothing and you didn’t need to worry. You never judged Erron as a person, only his actions, which is why you decided to try and change his life.

You started by explaining how disgusted and uncomfortable you felt with his actions. He continued to brush you off, until he noticed you were ignoring him. He assumed that your relationship was on a thin line that would break at any moment, i.e you were one problem away from a break up. What did he do? He set you down and had a full blown conversation.

Erron sat there for a moment, he thought about everything you said and realized you were right. He asked you what he needed to do and you told him it was simple, “no more being a mercenary, if you want to serve, then serve that one person if remain loyal” Erron decided he would cut all ties with the black dragon and leave Kotal.

You took Erron to the special forces and BEGGED them to take him, claiming he wanted to change and he’s a better person. After what felt like HOURS of begging. Johnny finally gave in, “Y’know what, why not? The more the merrier”

Erron is still used to just killing people so when he ask “well why can’t I just shoot them” Jaqui explains that even though that person may have done something wrong like stealing, they don’t deserve death because of a small, pretty theft (someone tell Kotal that🙄)

He still struggles, and he has intrusive thoughts every now and then but he has gained most people’s trust. He’s still working to gain Raidens trust. To that I say, if Nightwolf can do it, so can Erron.

Lets just say, they work Erron TO THE BONE! But it’s worth it, everyday you see how he becomes less of a mercenary and more of a Warrior. He even goes out of his way to ask Liu kang, Kung Lao, Kitana and Jade what it’s like to be a warrior (because lets be fr, they’re the most trust worthy and the most dedicated warriors) you also noticed how bulky he’s getting 🫣

After a few months, you’re proudly watching Erron and Johnny fighting side by side, defeating any enemy who tries to harm earthrealm.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat imagine #erron black x reader #erron black #mk erron black #mk11 #mk11 x reader #mk

[infiniteeight8]

Hey! Hope you're doing well!

I have a couple of ironstrange prompts ;v; sorry in advance for the spam

Could you please write a continuation to your A/B/O drabble "I can't let him find out"? The angst is strong with this one, and I'm an avid angst enjoyer 😔

Heya! Things are pretty good. 😀 Prompts are never spam! I promise I will let folks know if I get to a point where there are too many in the queue and I need to pause submissions for a bit. Right now there are 12 in the queue. (I think. My inbox has ghost asks that sometimes mess up the count.)

Part 1 of this can be found here.

FYI, this 'verse is a "They won on Titan" AU.

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Although the Sanctum doors swing open for Tony as they always do, it’s Wong who meets him in the foyer. That’s unusual: whether announced or not, Stephen almost always meets him, and if he’s engaged he sends an apprentice. “Stephen around?” Tony asks casually.

“He is indisposed,” Wong says evenly. “I will tell him you came by.” He takes a step forward, as if to escort Tony out again.

Tony stands his ground. He’s convinced now that Peter was right to be worried. He decides to level with Wong. “Look, Peter came to see me late last night. He was incredibly freaked out by whatever he saw or overheard or learned about Stephen’s heat. I promised him I’d talk to Stephen.”

Wong sighs. “Stephen tried to explain,” he says. Turning, he leads Tony deeper into the Sanctum. “His heats are not normal. It is nothing Peter needs to worry about.”

“Peter worries about other people,” Tony says dryly.

When they reach Stephen’s room Wong knocks on the door but opens it without waiting, which seems a little rude. But rude or not, Tony’s not going to turn it down. He steps inside and stills in momentary shock.

Stephen looks terrible. His skin is sallow and his eyes bruised. His pajamas cover most of him, but Tony can see raw spots on his palms and forearms where he must have clawed at himself. The pillow propping him up threaten to swallow him; he looks to have lost substantial weight, which shouldn’t be possible during a three day heat. Worst of all, the entire room still smells of sour slick and distressed omega. 

Seeing him, Stephen slumps. “Peter called you?”

“Yeah.” Tony forces himself to move closer to the bed. There’s not really a convenient chair, and all Tony’s alpha instincts are screaming at him to soothe the omega, so sits on the edge of the bed by Stephen’s hip. “You’re not okay.”

Stephen laughs weakly. “No,” he admits. “But I’ll recover.”

“Until your next heat,” Tony says.

“Yes.”

“There must be something—”

“No,” Stephen interrupts. The word is the strongest thing he’s managed so far. “This is a side effect of my viewing our possible futures. There’s nothing any doctor can do that can’t be done here at the Sanctum.”

Tony wasn’t planning on making any kind of offer, but when he opens his mouth, the words pop out: “If you had an alpha—”

“Tony,” Stephen stops him. Tony’s mouth snaps shut. “I’m not capable of bonding,” Stephen says carefully. “This is just something I have to live with.”

Tony wants to ask How do you know? and Wouldn’t it help to have someone here anyway?, but Stephen’s gaze drops to the bonding ring Tony wears on his left hand and the grief that flashes over his expression is intense enough to stop the words in Tony’s throat.

For the first time, Tony wonders what Stephen saw in the millions of timelines where they didn’t win. He’d assumed that it was all failure and death. Now he wonders if the timeline where they won was the timeline where Stephen lost.

#IronStrange #ficlet #there's a lot unspoken here #hopefully it comes through

[yanderecrazysie]

can you write a izuku yandere alphabet please ?

Of course!

Midoriya Izuku (My Hero Academia) -The Yandere Alphabet

👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊 👊

Warnings: yandere themes

A is for Affection: How do they show their affection for their darling? How often do they show it?

💖 Izuku is very affectionate- a bit like a nervous puppy. He’s tentative and shy with his touches, making sure you’re okay before proceeding.

💖 He’s super gentle with everything he does and likes to just hold you in his arms and carry you around. He’s definitely strong enough to do so.

B is for Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling? Why?

🔪 Izuku is a good person, besides the whole yandere thing. He would never kill unless he was defending your life.

🔪 He can go a bit overboard in the moment, however, if the person he’s fighting has done anything to you.

🔪 He won’t start a fight, mind you, but if someone else did? They’re going to end up black and blue.

C is for Care or Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

💔 Izuku is literally such a sweetheart. He knows you’ll be upset but he does everything he can to keep you from crying or freaking out.

💔 He would never mock you, in fact, he’s very understanding and sympathetic. He might even be moved to tears himself.

💔 He’ll definitely cook all your favorite meals, play your favorite music softly, turn on your favorite show/movie, and all that jazz.

D is for Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

💭 It’s a toss up whether Izuku will be delusional or not. It depends on the situation.

💭 Non-delusional Izuku is resigned to the fact that you don’t love him yet and may never, and it drives him to tears sometimes. He even accepts that you might hate him, but just does his best to change your mind.

💭 Delusional Izuku believes you are in a loving relationship with him and that you want to stay in his house of your own free will.

💭 “She’s just playing around” is his excuse for practically everything and he may even call you “silly” for “playing games”.

E is for Expose: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? How much time will it take to trust them?

💧 Izuku is very honest with his feelings and just in general. It’s in his nature. But that doesn’t mean he trusts you or that he is being completely vulnerable with you.

💧 Delusional Izuku won’t see a problem with sharing anything and everything, of course.

💧 But non-delusional Izuku will see that you could use this against him and will be a bit careful, especially at first. It’s not that he doesn’t want to share (he does!) but he cares more about keeping you close.

F is for Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

👊 At first, I think Izuku would feel awful, maybe even to the point of crying. He wants you to be happy and secure, not hate him to the point that you feel the need to defend yourself!

👊 He’d murmur soft reassurances as he “cuddles” you. Aka, hold you firmly and strategically so that you can’t fight or even move if you wanted to.

👊 He really prefers it when you’re submissive and not violent, so he’ll keep trying to calm you down until you tucker yourself out or give up.

G is for Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

😔 Non-delusional Izuku feels guilty from the start. After all, he’s a hero! He’s supposed to protect people! And what does he do? Kidnap a girl that he’s also stalked!

😔 Delusional Izuku, on the other hand, is too far gone to feel guilt, too convinced that you’re meant to be that he doesn’t see any need to feel guilty.

H is for Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

🔥 Izuku isn’t usually one to lose his temper and his punishments are very light, so it’s difficult to choose a worst experience.

🔥 I guess I’d say he can be very suffocating. Always wanting to touch and hold you and, even when he isn’t holding you, he’s cooing praises and compliments. It’s enough to give anyone a headache, especially when his affection isn’t wanted.

I is for Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

👩‍❤️‍👨 Izuku still wants to be a hero, despite kidnapping being a clear opposite of upholding the law. He’ll want to come home to you and spend his days off with you, and he honestly feels bad he can’t spend every moment with you and be a pro hero at the same time.

👩‍❤️‍👨 As for a family, he’s leaving that up to you. He doesn’t want to force anything on you and would enjoy having only one person to focus his energy into, but he also loves the idea of coming home to you and a mixture of you and him. Maybe even several kids, if you’ll let him.

J is for Jealousy: How easily do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

💢 Izuku isn’t easily jealous. Even non-delusional Izuku will delude himself into thinking that the guy you’re flirting with is just your friend. And delusional Izuku knows that guy is your friend.

💢 He’s kind of insecure in the way that he doesn’t think he’s entitled to feel like he’s the only guy you can talk to and, despite not getting jealous per se, it can really get him feeling down.

K is for Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan it out?

🔒 Izuku would plan meticulously, filling up an entire journal on plans to kidnap you and deal with anything that could possibly go wrong.

🔒 He has to be careful, not just because of some paranoid worries, but because if he’s caught, he can never be a pro hero! And he needs to have both you and a pro license.

L is for Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

💌 Izuku is shy and awkward, becoming a blushing mess when you give him attention and finding himself tongue-tied if you call him on the phone. Because of this, while Izuku will try to befriend you, he probably won’t be physically able to court you properly.

💌 In fact, that’s one of the reasons he’s able to talk himself into kidnapping you. When the power dynamic shifts drastically like that, he’s able to calm down and become more confident around you.

💌 After all, can you truly reject him when you’re tied up in his home? I mean, you can try.

M is for Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

🎭 Izuku is the same dorky, adorable man as before, and it’s strange to think that this dark obsession can coincide with his plans to be a pro hero and save people with a smile.

🎭 He’ll act the same, if not a little more confident, after kidnapping you. He’s sheepish, almost embarrassed about the whole thing and very apologetic. But still the same old Deku.

N is for Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

🚓 Izuku is kind of like a dad grounding his daughter when it comes to punishment. He just takes away electronics and things he’s given you. And even then, you have to really drive him to the edge to get him to punish you.

O is for Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? What rights can be earned with time and trust?

📜 Izuku wants you to be happy, he truly does, but he also can’t risk you escaping and ruining his reputation as a pro hero. Therefore, he has to find a “healthy middle” when it comes to oppression.

📜 While there will never be a chance to escape and you’ll never see the outside world again, he’ll spoil you with electronics that can’t connect to wifi and all the things you love. Want a pet? Your favorite food? The newest books by your favorite author? Got it, got it, got it!

P is for Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

🕊️ Izuku has the patience of a saint. Seriously.

🕊️ It’s pretty much impossible to get him to punish you and, even then, he’s calm and patient and apologetic and arghhh- you’ll definitely find it frustrating if you try to push his buttons on purpose.

Q is for Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

🏃‍♀️ To a point, yes. He would never forget you and would never get another romantic relationship, but he would continue living and pretending to the world like he’s still the amazing pro hero they all know and love.

🏃‍♀️ The difference between him and many other yanderes is that his drive to be a pro hero is so strong that it’s pretty much the same intensity as his obsession for you. Therefore, if he loses one, he’ll simply latch on to the other that much harder.

R is for Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

👿 Izuku doesn’t get angry. At least, not at you.

👿 He can, however, get angry for you. For instance, if you were attacked by a villain or bullied, he’d get extremely angry, clenching his fists and scowling and trying to plot out what to do while his brain is moving a mile a minute.

S is for Soulmate: What made them fall in love with their darling? How did they first meet? When did they realize they loved their darling?

💍 Izuku likely either worked alongside you or met you at UA, although he could also fall for a civilian. He definitely likes your kindness, honesty, and tendency to help others. Even if it’s not pronounced to others, he notices every little thing you do and it quickly drives him to obsession.

💍 If you’re a pro hero or hero course student too, he obsesses over you, dedicating way more pages in his journal to your quirk than any other. He asks you constant questions and studies you like an exam, muttering and taking notes between every sentence you speak.

💍 If you’re a civilian or a different course student, he probably notices how your lack of training makes you so much weaker compared to him. He might note down your quirk or even lack thereof, even though you’re not a hero, making you pretty special. He definitely feels an inexplicit need to protect you, even if you’re tough.

T is for Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

😭 Izuku feels terrible. He wants to make you happy so badly but he’s failing! He’ll probably cry just as hard as you do,

😭 If you want to isolate yourself, he’ll break inside. He doesn’t let you lock or barricade any doors, just in case you get in trouble or hurt or something, but he tries his hardest to give you space, even if it pains him.

U is for Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

👌 Like I said earlier, Izuku’s obsession with you and his drive to be a pro hero are on the same level, which is very rare, since yanderes usually put their darling over everything else. It’s not that he doesn’t care or something, it’s just that he desperately wants to have both things at once, even if they don’t seem compatible.

👌 However, because of his wish to be a pro hero too, he may have to sacrifice things he wants with you to achieve that goal. A very busy Izuku may not be able to kidnap you or may be called away from you because of emergencies. While this would bother him immensely, he allows it because he wants the best of both worlds.

V is for Visit: Would they allow anyone else to visit their darling? Do they trust their darling to talk to their loved ones (in person, on the phone, etc.) or not at all?

🧳 No, nope, nada.

🧳 You saying one wrong word could ruin his reputation as a pro hero, so he isn’t risking that.

W is for Weakness: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❌ Izuku is very sympathetic and apologetic, and this could definitely help you bargain and guilt trip to get more exceptions from Izuku. While he won’t outright let you go outside no matter what, you might be able to get close enough to enact your escape anyways.

❌ Delusional Izuku is easier to manipulate and bargain with.

X is for Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

🛐 Izuku worships you like nobody’s business and desperately wants nothing more than you to be happy with him. He’s willing to give up just about anything and do just about whatever you want to achieve this goal. Not to mention, he’s incredibly patient.

Y is for Yearning: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

😍 Izuku would probably pine for only a short while before realizing there’s no way he can win your love normally with his constant blushing and stuttering. However, the planning time would force him to wait much, much longer to actually go through with the kidnapping.

Z is for Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

0️⃣ Izuku doesn’t really have a zero tolerance, to be honest. Fighting doesn’t hurt him, insults just make him sad, and escape attempts just make him up security. More likely, punishment comes when it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

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Feeling in Chaos - Fall pt. 1 | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader | Yoongi x (f) reader 

Genre: drama, angst, smut

AU: art college!au, friends to lovers, best friend’s brother

Wordcount: 10,198

Summary: Having to revisit somewhere full of memories for the first time, you ask a friend (?) for help. 

Rating: M / 18+ 

Warnings: Language. Grief. Panic attacks. Y/n has PTSD and is learning how to get through it. Mentions of use of medication. Bad decisions. Jealousy. Self-loathing. Possibly problematic friendship/relationship. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please just skip this story. 

Smut Warnings: oral (both f and m receiving). Protected sex. He gets a little rough at the end, but very vanilla considering what I usually write. 

AN: Sorry for the long wait. The original decision was to have the entire season be their own chapters, but I didn’t want to make the wait time even longer, and the chapters would be over 50k words each. So the seasons get parts and you get updates faster! A reminder that you are free to dislike the way a character behaves and the choices they make and the words they say, especially when dealing with a trauma or grieving. But remember that doesn’t always make them who they are. People overreact, people underreact. Emotions are either heightened or taken away and it can cause a lot of trouble. 

Thank you to my soulmate @playmetheclassics for beta/editing and for just dealing with me freaking out over how the story reads and if people will hate it and me basically spoiling it left and right. You're amazing. 💜

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Y/N (6:47pm): Are you busy?

Yoongi (6:58 pm): For you? Never.

You roll your eyes, sitting in the corner of the library, backpack and canvas sitting on the table in front of you. You curled up into one of the chairs, deciding to wait at the library for his response rather than go home.

Y/N (7:00 pm): I’m sorry for ghosting this week…

Y/N (7:00 pm): School started, and it’s been a mess. 😔

Y/N (7:01 pm): But if you still wanted to hang out before group on Saturday, and are free right now, there’s somewhere I need to go and could use some support…

You hit send and feel the anxiety creeping in at the thought of his rejection and having to go alone. Thankfully, you don’t have to wait too long before he replies.

Yoongi (7:03 pm): Where do you want me to meet you? 

You sigh in relief, texting him where you are and that you’d come out when he was there. He says he’d need about an hour, and you were happy to wait, trying to mentally prepare for a step in the grieving process you knew you weren’t ready for. 

You get comfortable in the chair, hugging your knees to your chest as you sit sideways and leaning your head onto the headrest. You try to focus on keeping your breathing steady instead of the loud voices in your head screaming at you, but both are interrupted by the vibrations from your phone.

Incoming Call: 💜🍪Kookie📷💜

Fuck, I didn’t text him that I was staying after.

Sighing, you answer the phone, holding it up to your ear.

“Hmm?” Is the only thing you can get out. You’re never sure how to greet him anymore. 

“Y/n? Where are you? I thought classes ended at four?”

“They did. I stayed after and spent time in Varon’s trying to complete my painting.”

“Did you?” You puff out a small laugh at the question.

“Nope.” 

“You’ll get it done. I believe in you.” you wish he wouldn’t. “Are you on your way back?”

“Uhm…no…” you feel your body tensing up, “I’m actually going to go to the studio…see if I can finish it there.” 

The line is silent. None of you have gone to the studio. It was the safe space for all four of you, and the idea of going back there was something you and Jungkook had discussed, but neither wanted to until Ryujin was ready.

“Are you with Ry?”

“No…I can’t wait for her to be ready, Koo. I have to get this done.” You hear a heavy sigh on the other line, followed by what sounds like clothing moving against one another.

“Okay. I’ll meet you there. And we can do it toget–”

“No,” you interrupt. “I’m fine, Jungkook. I’ll be fine.” 

“You’re not doing this by yourself, y/n.” 

“I’m not.” 

More silence.

“You’re not?”

“No…I’m going with someone else.” You wince at the confession, knowing you’re doing it again. You’re hurting him.

“Joshua?”

“No, he went home after class.”

“...is it that guy from last week? Your new sex buddy? Yongjin?” You groan, running your hand across your face in annoyance.

“His name’s Yoongi, Jungkook. Don’t even pretend not to remember his name. And yes, with him. I’m just waiting at the library for him to meet me here.” 

The line stays silent again. You can only imagine the face he’s making on the other end right now. Eyebrows pinched together, jaw clenching as he gnaws on the side of his cheek. He’s probably glaring at the wall, wishing he had his punching bag in front of him. You almost check the phone to see if he hung up on you before you hear a big breath being taken.

“But he doesn’t—”

“Exactly, but he doesn’t. That’s the point, Jungkook,” you cut him off again, closing your eyes in frustration. ”Please, let me do this alone, with him, with someone who doesn’t know Kai. Someone who knows the pain of losing a sibling. I’m really fucking trying here, okay? I want to live a life worth living for Kai, and I can’t fucking do that if you keep coddling me like this. I love you, you know I love you, but I need someone else right now, okay? Please?”

You sniffle, using your free hand to wipe away the invisible tears you can’t bring yourself to let out anymore, and listen closely to the man on the other end of the call, not saying a word for a moment. 

“Okay.” He mumbles it out reluctantly. 

“Just…let me know if you need me, okay? Or at least text me when you’re there and when you’re back home, so I know you’re okay?” His voice cracks twice, and your heart with it, but you quietly agree to his terms, both saying goodbye and hanging up. 

“Fuck!” you shout in a whisper against the back of the chair, voices in your head screaming at your mistakes in wording and ruining everything with Jungkook again. 

You nearly jump to another universe at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder, turning quickly to smack the person touching you, only to find Yoongi. You can’t even bring yourself to yell at him, forcing yourself to a normal sitting position instead.

“Hey. You okay, love?”

You shake your head in response, grabbing your backpack and putting it on while Yoongi grabs the canvas before you can. 

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You shake your head again, grabbing his free hand and intertwining your fingers with his as you lead him out of the library and away from the school. It’s a quick walk from the campus, about six moderately sized blocks, but you both stay silent until you’re a block away from the studio. You feel a small tug on your hand, stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/n, I’m not doing whatever this is unless you talk to me.”

You turn to look at him, fighting off the many different emotions building up in your heart. 

“I…it’s hard to explain. I’d rather ignore it and focus on why I called you, okay?”

“No. Not okay.” He tugs you closer, chests almost touching. 

“What happened?” His tone softens as he stands the canvas on the ground against his leg to free his hand that moves a strand of hair out of your face. 

You keep your eyes on the beautiful necklace around his neck. The little gold star-shaped pendant resting perfectly under the center of his clavicle with the initials MK carved into it. You wonder where he got it or who gave it to him. 

“I just keep fucking things up with people, and I speak without thinking, and I’m just so tired of it. I’m tired of explaining my feelings. I’m tired of being treated like some basketcase or some fragile flower about to be crushed by the wind. I’m tired, Yoongi. So can we please drop this?”

He watches you closely, your eyes never stray from his chest, and you look exactly how you feel. Angry and exhausted and like you could use a room with a bunch of plates you can break. Your actions differ from your expressions, though, your hand squeezes onto his as if you’re scared and begging for help, looking for some sort of lifeline. 

He knows you enough to know your actions are more than your reactions. The emotions you put on for people can easily be the opposite of what’s real. He sighs, gives a small nod before kissing your forehead, and agrees to drop it. He picks the canvas back up and lets you continue to lead the way silently.

You finally approach an old building that had been converted into an apartment complex, still maintaining its historic features. You punch in the code to unlock the doors, and Yoongi quietly follows as you enter an old elevator, closing the door and gate first before pressing the button that brings you to one of the top floors. 

“So,” you say, taking in a deep breath as the elevator jolts and starts moving. 

“Kai, Ryujin, Jungkook, and I are…were…are all into the arts, right? I’m painting and drawing, Jungkook photography, Ryujin fashion design, and Kai graphic design. We thought it’d be easier for us to have an art studio that we’d all share rather than each having our own because that’d be too expensive, ya know? And none of us really have the space to do it at our apartments. Kai and Jungkook maybe, but then Jungkook recently got into film and wanted his own darkroom, so…” 

“Makes sense,” he nods along, watching you open the gate and opening the door of the desired floor. 

“So we piled all our money together once Kai and Jungkook got accepted at our school, and bought this floor space in this office building and turned it into four rooms.” you explain as you play with the keys in your palm as you approach the door to your shared safe space, trying to delay the inevitable. 

“The one immediately on the right is Ryujin’s room, the left is Jungkook’s, mine is the back left, and Kai’s…” you pause, forcing yourself to unlock the door and open it. You stay standing outside as the door swings open, revealing a dark room, lit only by the lights of the city and sky outside. 

“Kai’s room is back, right.” Your voice falters, and Yoongi squeezes your hand to get you to look at him.

“This is your first time back, isn’t it?” you nod, chewing on your lip. 

“Have you tried coming here before?” you shake your head. 

“Okay, let’s go. You said back left?” After you give a quick nod, Yoongi brings your held hand up to his lips, giving a small kiss on the back of your hand before walking in and holding you close. 

He turns on the light, scanning the room for your door. There are two giant L-shaped couches merged together in the main area, and a big tv hanging on the wall. A tiny kitchen is tucked in a corner of the place, and as you had stated, four doors in the open floor space. He finds the one that is painted multiple colors, with your name hiding amongst the smears of paint. You step in front of him to unlock it with a four-digit code, 0901, hearing the obnoxious clicking sound before the door finally starts to open. You quickly step inside, turning on the light and bringing your hand away from his finally. 

Your room is exactly as you left it a few days before finals in the spring. It’s messy from all of the last-minute  painting you had to do and there’s a wall with various finished canvases lined up against one another. As chaotic as it feels with all the different colors and the paint covering the floor and walls, it’s specifically organized. There’s a table that holds all your brushes, pens, and markers in various jars, separated by size and type. There’s a cabinet full of various paints organized by medium and brand. And the same can be said for the clean canvases and varying sketchbooks. There’s a smaller couch in the corner with a rainbow Squishmallow sitting on it, and a stool in the center, sitting in front of a giant empty easel. 

“Wow.” is all Yoongi can bring himself to say as he walks up to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city and the school. You ignore him as you take the canvas from him and set it on the easel. You unpack your paint supplies, grabbing more from the cabinet and table, and organizing the tray next to the easel. You send a quick text to Jungkook that you’re in your studio and turn your location on to share with him while Yoongi has moved to the other wall and starts sifting through your finished pieces.

“Y/n, when you said you painted, I didn’t know you were actually this fucking good.” 

“Is that a compliment or an insult? I can’t tell.” you narrow your eyes at him, a small smile forming on your lips. 

“Trust me, love. It’s a fucking compliment. It’s - oh holy shit, this is nice!” He exclaims, pulling out the one you painted three years ago of a neighbor’s cat. 

“Whose cat is this?” 

“A neighbor from a few years ago. They moved as I was finishing it up for them. Never got their new address.” You watch him hold the canvas up in awe.

“Do you want it?”

His eyes snap to yours. “What?”

“You can have it, I have no use for it.” 

“Are you sure?” you nod confidently.

“Yeah, put it in the cat cafe or something, I don’t really care.”

The grin that adorns his face is something you would love to paint one day. You take a mental photo of him, saving it for a day you feel inspired again. You can’t help but smile back, eyes darting to the floor when he puts it down next to the door. 

“I’ll put it on the center of the wall in the room with the cats so everyone who comes in can see it.” He steps closer to you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “So what are we doing here today?”

You give him the rundown of the canvas, showing him the picture of the oak tree you took after texting him, explain your inability to see the colors in the paint and your new instructions from Professor Varon to just paint with whatever. 

He agrees to stick around while you paint, laying on your tiny couch and lets you tell him random stories about Kai while you make the smallest strokes on the canvas, trying to figure out what the colors are. You let Yoongi choose the colors at random, squeezing them onto the pallet in no specific order. You hate that you can’t tell which color is which. You can almost see the color red, but that’s about it.

This is going to look horrible. 

An hour later, Yoongi’s places an order for food to be delivered and you stop painting, joining him on the two couches in the living area. You both eat in silence.

“You should go in there.” Your eyes find his, turning your head to find where he’s looking. 

Kai’s door. 

You look back to your food and shake your head.

“Nope. Not happening.”

“Why not?”

“I should wait for the others. We should do it together.”

“I guess, but he’s your brother before he’s Ryujin’s boyfriend or Jungkook’s best friend, right? Doesn’t that give you something like, I don’t know, seniority?”

“You mean priority?”

“Yeah, that!” He laughs, but you shake your head again.

“It might, but I can’t do it, not without them,” you speak so sternly, trying to end the conversation, but he doesn’t let up.

“You made it here without them, didn’t you?”

“No, I made it here with you.”

“Perfect! You can go in there with me, then.” 

He puts his food down, grabs yours, doing the same before standing up and holding out his hand again. 

“You have to do it at some point, love. Might as well be now.” You shake your head again, but he grabs your hands and pulls you up with little resistance on your part. You let him drag you closer to the door, but freeze when you’re actually in front of it. 

It suddenly looks larger than before, like the door to a boss fight in a video game. It's the final boss and you’re too low of a level. You shouldn’t enter. 

“I can’t do it.” You breathe out, feeling your lungs starting to collapse. 

“Do you not know the code?” 

“No, I know the code. I just…” you look down at the pin pad as the crushing weight of panic starts to settle on your chest again, making you feel heavy. 

“I’m going to open the door and he’s not going to be in there. It’ll be like watching him die all over again.”

His big hands find their way to your face, forcing you to look at him.

“The way I see it, the longer you wait, the more painful it’s going to be. Trust me, I waited months before going into Karin’s room, and I regret waiting that long.” His thumbs soothe back and forth against your cheekbones as you sniffle. 

“You think it’ll be like watching him die all over again right now? I promise you it’ll be even worse if you keep waiting.”

Your head pulls away only slightly, but enough to have Yoongi’s hands follow and readjust as you look up at him. 

“Karin?” 

He gives the smallest nod with the saddest smile. 

“My sister.” 

You offer a small smile in return, a small part of you thrilled that he’s slowly starting to talk about her. He never once mentioned her by name in group therapy, only ever calling her his sister. 

“It’s a pretty name…” you quietly whisper, earning a light laugh from him. His eyes dart between yours like they’re searching for a way out of the conversation.

“Do you want to tell me the code and I’ll put it in?”

You sigh, really not wanting to do this. But if he’s willing to bring up his sister to you? Actually, say her name? Who are you to deny him?

“0412” you quietly mumble, eyes shut tight. 

He moves to stand in front of you, a hand grabbing yours. You squeeze it like a lifeline while he starts punching in the code. You hear the lock clicking to unlock and it’s when the door starts to open you find your nails digging into the hand in yours. 

He lets the door swing open, stepping in just enough so he can find the light switch, turning it on and backing back out before turning to you again. 

“You ready? We don’t have to, if it feels like I’m pressuring you, I don’t mean to. I just—”

“Yoongi. It’s okay.” You look past him and get a glimpse of Kai’s room. You can see his big computer setup as well as a few of his drawing tablets. 

He’s not at his desk, crouched over trying to finish a project. Your heart falters a little, the pain still very much still there, but oddly not as bad as you feared it would’ve been. 

Yoongi steps aside, letting you slowly take the four steps it takes to get into Kai’s room. You take a deep breath when you get to the center of the room, Yoongi right behind you. 

It’s exactly as he’s left it. Just the same as you did right after finals. The four of you had been so busy trying to cram as much fun as possible in the summer, that none of you thought to come back to the studio once the year was over. 

There are sketches tossed around this desk. A notepad that looks full of sketches and other things taped to the sheets inside as well as some pages folded into shapes sits by his mouse. The various tech he kept buying to help improve his work was piled into a corner of the room. He has the same set-up of a couch and a giant window looking out over the city. 

You hear a ruffle of papers and turn to see Yoongi delicately holding some sketches that were on the couch. 

Snap. 

“No! Stop touching it!” You rush to him, roughly taking the papers out of his hand and putting them back on the table. You try to smooth the crinkles you made out without touching the sketch itself but you can’t and instead, the tears you didn’t know were present start to fall from your face, landing on Kai’s drawing. 

You ruined his sketch. This could’ve been the most important sketch to him and you ruined it with your stupid tears. You ruined it just like you ruined everything else. 

I’m always fucking ruining everything, such a goddamn worthless piece of shit. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, it’s ruined.” You gasp, ignoring the ice-cold tightness around your lungs returning. 

Everything hit all at once - like you were being crushed by a freight train and the only moments you could breathe were in between the various train cars running across your chest. 

You drop to your knees, curling in on yourself to be as small as possible, palms pushing against your closed eyes, fingers trying to plug your ears to silence the bloodcurdling noises in your head. You try to breathe, you know you can, but it’s like your lungs refuse to listen to your brain. Your heart refuses to calm down and your brain feels like it’s going to explode. Everything feels wrong and never-ending. 

Make it stop, make it stop, please just make it stop.

Are you thinking it or shouting it? You can’t tell anymore. Nothing seems real anymore. It’s just darkness and pain. It feels like you’re going to die. Maybe that’s okay. You’ll get to see Kai again. 

Please, just let this stop.

It hurts so fucking much.

You feel two hands gently pull your hands away from your eyes and ears. You try to open them, but everything is dark and fuzzy. You can barely make out the boy squatting down in front of you that’s terrified of doing or saying the wrong thing. He tries to wordlessly get you to match his breathing, but you can’t follow him. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched it. I'm so fucking sorry. Come back to me, y/n. Fight through it, you’re right there.”

You’re right there. 

No no no, you can’t think about that.

“Do you want the Ativan?” You hear him whisper and it takes so much energy to shake your head. You don’t want to be numb, you hate it.

Yoongi feels his heart pounding. He’s seen you have anxiety attacks, he’s seen you break down in group therapy, he’s seen your panic attacks, but he’s never seen one like this. He’s never heard you scream the things you’re screaming. It’s overwhelming and terrifying and he doesn’t know how to stop it, but he can’t just sit there and wait for you to come out of it. He wants to help. He needs to help. So he does the only thing he knows he can do to help steady your breathing.

Everything stops. 

The voices, the tears, the pounding in your head, and your breathing all come to a halt the moment you feel his lips on yours.

It’s not romantic in any sense. His chapped lips are roughly pushed against yours that are wet with tears and hopefully not snot. There’s no movement save for his hands cupping your face, fingertips gently moving against the skin on the back of your neck. 

The tightness around your lungs loosens and fades, and the pain in your head is back after the initial shock of the kiss, but it’s fading as well. Your pounding heart is now pounding for a different reason. You open your eyes to find his shut tight, tears barely escaping. 

Your shaky hand reaches up, gently tugging his shirt. He slowly pulls away, eyes opening just enough to see your wide ones staring at him. Realizing what just happened, his hands drop from your face as he leans back some more, readying himself to stand back up.

“I’m so sor- sorry. I- I don’t know why…” you’ve never seen him stumble over words before. Sure, in group therapy he hesitates a lot, but that’s because he’s thinking of what to say next. This is different. This is fear.

He quickly stands up, trying not to disturb any of Kai’s things as he rushes out of the room. You stay seated on your knees, completely lost and confused about everything that just happened. It’s when you hear his keys being picked up that you force yourself to your feet and run out of your brother’s room, not even bothering to close the door. 

When Yoongi starts to walk out of your room with his jacket halfway on, you’re already at the doorway. Your eyes are still wide, still processing what’s happening and what you are doing. 

He looks afraid.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that without permission. I just, I didn’t know what to–”

Your lips are on his without a second thought, properly shutting him up. This kiss is a complete one-eighty from the previous, however. Your lips move against his, letting out a small gasp when his hands find your waist, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips and causing you both to moan. You tangle your fingers in his hair, trying to keep him close as you walk him back to your couch, the sound of his jacket dropping to the floor barely noticed. 

The back of his legs hit the couch and he brings you down with him as he sits down, your legs on either side of his, lips never parting. His hands finally move from your waist, one reaching up for your face, holding you close, while the other grabs a handful of your ass, dragging you closer to him. You get the hint, grinding your hips against his and pulling away from his lips as he lets out a groan. 

His hand tries to bring your lips back to his but you move down, leaving small kisses along his jaw, neck, and Adam's apple. You pause when you see the pendant again, still resting perfectly where it should be. You admire the initials MK, now understanding who they belong to. You kiss just below it on his chest, where his heart should be, feeling him relax under the touch of your lips as you slide off him, knees dropping to the floor. 

“You don’t have to…” you look up to meet Yoongi’s worried eyes, a mixture of lust, concern, and something else that you can’t quite place. His hands find yours on his thighs. “We can stop if you want.” 

You shouldn’t do this. You’re just reacting to the adrenaline and soon, you’ll crash in exhaustion. You should not do this. Not with Yoongi. You should stop.

You shake your head. 

“Please?” Your voice finally makes a sound, but just barely. It’s almost grating. Yoongi waits a moment before leaning forward to cup your face in his hands, bringing you in for a soft kiss. 

“Okay.” He whispers against your lips. “Whatever you want, love.” He kisses you once more, letting you sit back while he lifts his hips to take off his joggers and underwear. He tosses them aside, not caring about where they land when you’re crawling back to him

When you had sex with Yoongi the first time, you told him it was just sex. You told him the rules would be no kissing, no oral, and nothing that would be considered lovemaking or too intimate. He agreed, and it’s been fine for both of you. 

Sure, sometimes he’d try to kiss you, but you wrote it off as him just being in the moment and were always able to deny him. You’ve given him a handjob, and he’s absolutely fingered you into oblivion, but never what you were about to do. 

You lightly kiss his knee, urging him to spread his legs and scoot forward so you can fit between them, kissing up his soft thighs until you’re finally where you want to be. Your eyes meet his one more time for permission, waiting for the small nod he gives you before you gently hold his erection up, giving soft kisses and kitten licks up the base, the hisses coming from his mouth urging you to keep going as you reach the tip. 

“Please don’t tease, love.” A hand finds its way into your hair and tugs as your tongue dances along the tip. You smile to yourself, laying your tongue flat and sliding him down your throat in one go until your nose barely touches his pelvis. The hand not tangled in your hair smacks down on the couch cushion beside him as he groans at the sudden overwhelming pleasure of your throat wrapped perfectly around him.

“Fuck. Just like that.” His hand in your hair brings you up for a moment before easing your mouth back down around his cock. You let out a small moan around him, letting your gag reflex kick in just enough to drag another groan out from his chest as you begin moving up and down, your hands gripping his thighs. 

“Wait, wait, love, wait.” He pulls you off him, watching you take in a deep breath, a mixture of spit and precum trailing down your chin. “Fuck, get up here.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. 

Yoongi pulls you back up to the couch, keeping your lips on his as you pull off your leggings before crawling back onto his lap. Big hands massage your thighs as you pull away long enough to remove your baggy sweater and bra, tossing them next to his pants. You surge forward to kiss him again but he doesn’t let you, hands sliding down your waist to hold you back a distance to admire your body. 

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He whispers it mostly to himself, a hand trailing lower, his thumb gently stroking just above where you want him over your underwear. You both look down to watch as his thumb finds its destination, rubbing the cloth against your wet folds. You hear Yoongi let out a sigh; neither of you were aware he was holding. 

“Tell me I can finally taste you, love.” Your eyes flit up to his half-closed ones. 

You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t be doing any of this. You shouldn’t have let him kiss you, shouldn’t have kissed him back, shouldn’t have gone down on him, and you absolutely shouldn’t let him go down on you. You shouldn’t do this. You should tell him no and make him leave. Finish your painting and text Jungkook when you’re home. 

Fuck, you’re going to have to text Jungkook later. 

You need to send Yoongi home. Get him away from you. 

End this. 

End it now before it gets worse. 

“Okay.” You nod, though the voices in your head are screaming at you. You ignore them, the feeling that Yoongi’s fingers provide feels too good, and you just want to feel good again after the pain in Kai’s room. 

“Yeah?” Yoongi smiles, flipping you over to lay your back against the couch once you give him a small smile and another nod.

He barely gives you enough time to readjust before he’s burying his face between your legs, his tongue slowly dancing along the wet patch of your underwear, pausing only to listen to your moans. 

“I could listen to your moans all day and never get tired of it.” You huff out a small laugh in response, a small gasp at the end when Yoongi lifts your hips enough to pull your underwear off. 

Small wet kisses trail from your right knee to your inner thigh and are repeated on your left. Your breath catches with every kiss and it’s driving you crazy. You watch him as he kisses your lower stomach and anywhere he can that isn’t your glistening and throbbing center. He’s waiting. Waiting for you to say he can have you. Your hand reaches for his head, tugging his hair. 

“Stop…” you breathe out. He sits up immediately, hovering over you. 

“Stop? What happened? What’s wrong? What did I do? I’m sorry, I—”

“No.” You kiss him to shut up, “stop teasing. I can’t take it.” 

The laugh he lets out is going to haunt you later. But for now, it’s music to your ears and you even join in as his head drops to your neck, kissing it once before moving back down. 

He doesn’t even wait, licking straight up your folds before latching around your clit. 

“Fuck!” You buck your hips up and his arms wrap around your hips, keeping you down as he devours you like a man starved.

You knew he was insanely good with his fingers, you didn’t expect this though. To be turned into a moaning mess just from his mouth. The intense pleasure builds up so fast and so harshly that you can barely hear him, only feel him moaning against your pussy. It’s when he inserts two fingers while sucking harshly on your clit that you lose it.

“Yoongi, I’m gonna…” your hands return to his hair, but instead of pulling him away from you, you press him closer, encouraging him to continue. “I”m close, Yoongi. Don’t fucking stop.” 

He groans against you and it doesn’t take long before you’re coming undone for him, unable to control your hips or the tight grip you have on his hair. You come hard, tears spilling from your eyes as you try to remember how to breathe. You haven’t come this hard in months, writing it off immediately as not having anyone go down on you since Jihyo. 

Yoongi doesn’t pull away until you’ve come down from your orgasm, almost bringing out a second one just because he can. But your whimpers from the overstimulation force him away, crawling back over you to kiss you again. 

“You okay to keep going?” He mumbles his question against your lips and skin as he trails down your neck, settling behind your ear. He feels you nod against him and with one more kiss, he crawls off of you in search of his wallet in his jacket to get a condom. 

You shouldn’t do this. You should tell him you’ve changed your mind. He should leave. You’ve already broken so many rules, rules you made with him that you just tossed out the window in a moment of weakness. When he comes back, you should push him away, ban his lips from yours, make him get dressed and leave. 

Finish your painting. 

Text Jungkook. 

You’re doing it again, you’re hurting him. You told him it was just sex. 

You lied. 

Fuck, why did you lie again? 

You shouldn’t let Yoongi kiss you anymore. 

You shouldn’t.

But his lips are addicting and you crave them. 

So when he comes back, the condom already rolled over his erection, you pull him down to you by his shirt, capturing his lips with yours. His hands wander your body as he settles between your legs, letting one hand grab your hip while the other guides his cock to your entrance, rubbing the head against your clit and swallowing your moans. When he pulls away from your lips for what feels like the last time, he looks up at you, soft eyes widening briefly as if he just realized what was happening. 

“Hey…”

“Hi…” you whisper back, one of your hands leaving the tight grasp on his shirt to toy with the little pendant dangling from his neck.

“We’re breaking every rule, y/n…” The hand that was positioning himself moves up to push a piece of hair out of your face. You offer a sad smile in return.

“I know.” your voice is barely audible, trying to keep it together.

“We should stop.” But he doesn’t move.

“We should,” and neither do you, “but…”

“But?” an eyebrow raises and you can’t look at him anymore, focusing only on the pendant. 

“I don’t want to.” The words barely squeak out of you. When he doesn’t respond, you have to force yourself to look back at him. “To stop, I mean. I don’t…I don’t want to stop.” Eyes cast back down to the pendant. “If you don’t want to, I mean.”

You feel his eyes on you as the silence continues. 

He suggested stopping first, so he probably wanted to stop. You shouldn’t have said anything and just stopped like he clearly wanted to. Now he probably thinks he has to go through with it just to make you happy. Why the hell did you say you didn’t want to stop? 

You need to stop, and you shouldn’t continue.

But wanting to stop and needing to stop are two very different things.

“I want to if you want to, y/n. This is all your decision, love.” 

You take a deep breath, biting your lower lip as you look down admiring the man on top of you. You’re completely naked, but he still has his shirt on, covering up the scars you’ve only gotten glimpses of. You snake a hand down to crawl underneath the shirt, gently running the pads of your fingers across the part of a scar you have seen. Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat as he rests his forehead against yours, eyes shut. You feel his abs tensing, like they’re scared of you, before relaxing against your touch. You watch him for a moment, unable to look anywhere else. 

Suddenly want and need are the same thing. 

Suddenly this is more than sex. 

This is more than feelings. 

This is comfort. Safety. A need and a want to feel again; to not be afraid all of the time. And to forget. 

Yoongi is that for you whether you want to admit it or not. Jungkook is your safety blanket, he’s what keeps you warm and tucked away when you’re scared. But a safety blanket can be suffocating sometimes. You need room to breathe, to forget and do stupid shit you’re afraid of, knowing there’s someone by your side feeling the same way. 

Yoongi.

“Okay.” You whisper, placing a small kiss on his nose. His eyes fly open to meet yours. A grin threatening to escape. 

“Okay? You’re okay with this?” He returns your nose kiss when you say yes, peppering your face with more after. 

Once you’re giggling from the kiss attack, he lines himself back up with you, slowly pushing in. You wrap your arms around him as he buries his face in your neck, leaving little love bites that you’ll regret later but love for now. 

This stretch is different that the other times you’ve had sex with Yoongi. Usually, it’s fast and rough, barely enough time to feel the stretch or adapt to it. This time, Yoongi takes it slow, pushing in inch by inch until he is fully buried inside of you. He stills for a moment, kissing along your neck. 

“So tight, so perfect.” He mumbles against your throat, smiling when he feels your breath catch in your throat after he slowly pulls out and rolls his hips back into you as deep as possible. Your nails dig into his shoulders at the sensation and your back arches up towards him. 

He takes it agonizingly slowly. You love it for the new sensation of pleasure it gives, but you hate it because it’s allowing you to think. 

“Yoongi. Harder, please.” You moan out, a hand finding its way to his blonde hair and tangling your fingers in it. You feel a puff of air against your neck when Yoongi brings himself up to look at you. 

“If we’re breaking your rules, love. We’re breaking all of them.” 

You whine, bringing his grinning lips back to yours in a searing kiss. 

“Please, Yoongi. I need it.” You beg. 

You never beg, not with him. Every time you had sex, you would become the sweet submissive that didn’t speak unless told to when he would ruin you in his bed. Which was fine, it was part of the last rule. Nothing near lovemaking or too intimate. And hard, rough, and silent felt like the perfect method to avoid breaking that rule. 

“Please.” Your lips trail from his to his chin, “ruin me like usual, please. Please, I just want to feel you.” You kiss along his jaw and down to the column of his neck. 

“Please?”

He says nothing, but you feel the growl in his throat against your lips. He takes your hand away from his hair, bringing your other hand with it, pinning them both above your head. He rests his forehead against yours again, taking a deep breath before slamming his hips into yours without warning. You yelp a moan and he lets out a breathy laugh as he does it again. 

“Is that what you want?” He does it again. “You want me to destroy this perfect cunt?” Another harsh thrust, rolling his hips so he gets deeper than before. “Want me to make it mine?”

“Yes. Yes, Yoongi, please. More.” You cry out, writhing underneath him, trying to make more friction. 

He picks up the pace, and it feels back to what it was. Yoongi relentlessly fucking you, flipping you over at one point to be on your hands and knees as he takes you from behind, spanking you until your ass turns red. 

When you alert him to being close to coming, his hand slides under you to rub circles against your clit. He pants, leaning over to place kisses on your shoulder as you come undone, clenching around him and losing the ability to hold yourself up. His orgasm quickly follows yours, spilling into the condom.

It’s silent for a moment, both of you struggling to breathe. After what felt like an hour, but was probably not even two minutes, Yoongi finds the strength to pull out, removing the condom and throwing it away. He rubs the parts of your skin that are red and sore, quietly apologizing when you wince. 

“I’m going to find something to clean you up with, okay?” You slowly nod at his whisper, eyes feeling heavy, all the emotions suddenly becoming a pile of exhaustion. 

It’s like your brain’s putting on a presentation being your eyelids, replaying the phone call with Jungkook, the panic attack in Kai’s room, the split-second decision to stop Yoongi from leaving, and the words said between you two.

You fucked up.

Again.

You don’t hear him leave the room, and barely notice his return or the feeling of him cleaning you or helping you get your sweater and underwear back on, too mentally and physically exhausted to do or say anything. 

You do feel when he lays down on the couch, bringing you against him for the usual after-sex  cuddle. His arm snakes around your back, resting on your waist while yours rests on his stomach, your face burying into his neck. 

“You’re going to regret this later, aren’t you?” His voice is a low whisper, almost scared of asking. Your fingers find the hemline of his shirt, playing with the fabric and the loose threads. 

“I don’t know…” Your reply is weak, cracking on the final word, and you can feel the tears start to form. So you shut your eyes, holding them back and instead listening to his breathing. 

He doesn’t respond, just holds you closer and he seems to fall asleep, you joining a moment later. 

When you wake up a few hours later, you and Yoongi have barely moved. His hand found a way up to your hair and the other hand was placed on your arm that was draped across his stomach. It felt warm, almost safe, but wrong. 

So slowly, you pull yourself away from him, slipping off the couch without waking him up and sneak out to the little kitchen. Your hands shake as you pour out a glass of water, drinking as much as you can in one go. You repeat it two more times before your eyes land on the open door to your brother’s room. The sharp tug on your heart forces you to walk in. 

It looks different than it did a few hours ago. Darker, abandoned, but still familiar. You sit in his chair, spinning slowly around to admire the way he decorated the studio. 

A giant whiteboard with ideas that you don’t understand listed with random drawings you and Ryujin made one night in the bottom right corner. You did that months before finals, and he never erased them. Behind the whiteboard, was a wall painted completely in blackboard paint. He spent an entire day with Jungkook painting that wall before he realized how much he hated chalk. It quickly became doodle central, where the four of you drew randomly while bored or in a funk.

Right above the couch is one of the first drawings you did on the wall, an ambigram of the first letter of your names. Jungkook half-jokingly suggested the group get it tattooed one day. 

This room is the same layout as yours, but rather than having the giant window wall showing the city below, he had wall-to-floor shades that would cover during the daytime so he wouldn’t have any glare on his monstrous computer setup. He always got so dramatic when you or Ryujin would try to use it, but never with Jungkook. 

You reach out to turn it on, but freeze as your finger barely brushes over it. 

They should be here. Ryujin should be here.

You pull your hand away, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging yourself in his chair as it spins a little from the adjustment. 

“I miss you, baby brother. So much.” You softly whisper, leaning your head back and staring at the ceiling plastered with tiny plastic stars that are supposed to glow in the dark, but never do thanks to the heavy shades. 

“I think I messed up tonight. But when am I not messing up, right?” A weak chuckle escapes your lips. “Y/n y/l/n, the screw-up of the family. Always finding a way to ruin a good thing in the biggest way possible…” you feel the tears slowly fall down your face and sniffle. 

“But I think…I think this time, I really screwed up. And I can’t fix it. And I don’t know what to do.” You feel a small burn on your hand and look down to find yourself scratching the back of your hand again. 

“Fuck. I hate this, Kai.” You mumble, soothing the burn with your thumb. “I need your help and it’s killing me that you’re not here.” 

You sigh when there’s no response, forcing yourself out of his chair, stepping out of his room, and closing the door. 

Yoongi is still fast asleep on your couch, a sharp stabbing feeling piercing your heart at the sight of him. He looks so content and at peace that you’re jealous of his ability to sleep so soundly without the voices yelling. 

Your attention turns to the easel in the center of the room with the canvas barely painted. The paint still looks like various shades of black and white. Like a blurry mess of colors that you know are there but can’t see. 

You pick it up, moving the easel away and propping the canvas against the pile of finished paintings on the floor. Dimming the lights, you sit down in front of it on the floor, putting your AirPods in and turning your Spotify on shuffle. 

You bring up the photo of the tree you took earlier and set it next to the canvas and roll up your sleeves. You grab a brush, dip it in a random paint Yoongi picked out earlier, take a deep breath, and just go for it. 

Somehow two hours have passed, and you’re applying the finishing touches, music still blasting in your ears so loud that you jump when you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. 

You turn to see a sleepy Yoongi tilting his head at you, mouth moving. You pause the music, take the AirPods out and place them next to your phone. 

“Sorry for scaring you.” His voice is rough from the nap and you can’t help but smile when he kisses your temple. 

“It’s okay.” You nod, letting out a small gasp when he sits behind you, lifting and pulling you back  to sit on his lap, and scooting forward so you can keep painting. His arms wrap around your waist, letting them rest on your lap while his chin rests on your shoulder. 

“Looks good, love.” 

“I still can’t see the colors, though.” You mumble as you lean back into his chest to get a better view of the canvas, his arms tightening around you as you do. 

“That doesn’t matter. It’s still beautiful.” He holds you close, leaving a few feather kisses on your shoulder, smiling to himself when he sees your skin grow goosebumps.

“What colors did you put on the palette anyway? Just so I have an idea of whatever the hell this is.” His laugh against your skin makes you smile in return. You pull one of his arms away from you, laying it flat and upside down on your lap as you use the brush to paint across his forearm, hoping you’d be able to see the color. 

“I can’t tell you, love. You’ll know when you’re ready to see it. But it is a beautiful tree. Why’d you pick it?” 

“It’s the giant oak tree in the middle of campus. We scheduled our classes together so there was always a time when we could sit together and just hang out, work on assignments, enjoy the weather, anything really. Always at the tree. It’s in Kai’s logo, it’s Jungkook’s favorite thing to photograph. Ryujin literally designed a dress based on this dumb tree.” You laugh, continuing to paint on his arm. You can’t see what color you’re using, but guessing from how dark it is, it’s something that contrasts perfectly with his skin. 

“And what about you?” 

“What about me?” 

“Well,” his free arm unwraps from your waist, grabbing a different brush and painting music notes across the top of your thigh near your knee. “They all have the tree attached to something with their art. A hidden meaning of inspiration…what’s yours?” 

You watch him paint on your leg what looks to be a specific pattern of music notes. 

“I…I don’t know,” you admit with a whisper, putting your paintbrush down and resting your hands in your lap. “It’s just where I knew I could always find any of them. There or here, my safety zones.”

“So then this piece, even though you can’t see the colors right now, and the feeling of safety with it…that’s your hidden meaning and inspiration.” 

You sigh, sinking a little further against his chest. You stare at the canvas, trying to see anything in the tree that, to you, is just a black and white tree on a canvas surrounded by colorful paintings all around it. A hideous darkness amongst bright and beautiful colors. 

How you feel every day without your brother by your side. 

“I guess.” You finally say, eyes flicking to his hand, putting the brush down and returning around your waist. You both stay silent for a moment, admiring your canvas. Your eyelids start to feel heavy, and you can feel them closing when you hear Yoongi speak.

“Fall was Karin’s favorite time of year.” 

You freeze, eyes flying open at the mention of his sister.

“Yeah?” your voice cracks, and if Yoongi notices it, he ignores it.

“Yeah. She was obsessed with the colors of the leaves, the fall drinks like that disgusting pumpkin spice latte, the fall outfits, the weather, all of it. It would've been fall if she could have one season all year round.” 

You don’t respond. The feeling of happiness over him talking about his sister was too overwhelming. He rarely discussed her in group therapy, never spoke her name until tonight, and always changed the conversation topic . 

“We would go to the pumpkin patch every year and pick out the quote ‘undesirable’ pumpkins, and she’d make pumpkin pie with my mom.” He laughs, but it’s sad. You want to turn around and comfort him, but you stay frozen in his arms, your thumb pressing into the space between your other thumb and index finger. 

“She wanted to learn how to bake so badly. To be like our mother and know all the family recipes. She wanted to be the one to make all the Christmas cookies every year, to be in charge of pies during the holidays, make everyone’s birthday cakes…” 

His voice trails off, burying his face into your shoulder in an attempt to hide from the silence. Your mind is racing with different things to say. You have no idea how to comfort him. No idea how to tell him he’ll be okay. How can you? When you don’t even believe it when someone says it to you? So you say the only thing you can think of. 

“I make a mean pumpkin pie.”

You can feel his torso shake as he laughs against your shoulder. He lifts his head, resting his cheek on your shoulder so he can look at you. 

“Yeah? You bake?” 

“Sometimes. Or I used to, before Kai… I would stress bake.” 

“Stress baking? That’s new.” You shake your head slightly. 

“Not really. I don’t know. There’s just something satisfying about baking when stressed. It’s like you’re baking your problems into the baked goods, and then you let other people eat it, thus taking away the stress.” 

“Hmm…I like that. Telling everyone your secrets without saying a word.” His voice is quiet as his hands slide away from your waist, landing on your hands. 

He pulls them apart, fingers intertwining with both, and goes back to hugging you, technically making you hug yourself. You slouch further against him, his lips right next to your ear. 

“Would you want to go to a pumpkin patch with me?” His voice is hesitant. He knows he’s walking a fine line in asking you to go out with him. But he has to at least try. 

You lean to the side a little, turning to look at the man whose arms are wrapped around you and whose lap you’re sitting in. Your eyes meet, and you can’t help but melt under his gaze. It’s warm and hopeful, and you want so badly to give in to the chance that maybe it could work. 

You should say no. 

End this. 

End it now and pretend nothing ever happened. 

End this. 

“Okay,” your answer is barely audible to either of you, but his soft smile that he’s trying to hide confirms that he did hear you. 

“Okay.” He repeats it back, giving a small nod against your shoulder. 

You bring your gaze back to the painting, no longer trying to see the colors, just needing an excuse to not look at him anymore. You lose your sense of reasoning around him, and you hate it. But you love having him around. There��s no winning situation when it comes to Yoongi, especially if Jungkook finds out. 

“Hey.” Yoongi’s voice pulls you out of your little mental spiral, and you look back at him, blinking away the tears you hadn’t noticed forming. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod quickly, making him let go of one of your hands so you can quickly wipe the tears. “I don’t know. It’s just a lot happening at once. I don’t know what’s what anymore.” 

“That’s fair. But it’s okay, love. I’m here as long as you need me.”

You wish he didn’t say that. 

You don’t reply, instead just giving another small nod. The hand that lets go of yours reaches up for your cheek, turning you to stay facing him.

“I know this is all happening at once, y/n. We’ve both been through something really shitty, and maybe this is a terrible idea.” Your eyes widen in panic, you know where this is going and immediately start preparing for a way out. 

“But I think it goes without saying that I really like–”

You thank every god to ever exist when your phone rings. You lean forward to grab the device, saving you from an awkward conversation, sliding off his lap in the process. 

Incoming Call: 🍞Ry-Bread👗

“Oh, fuck,” you stand up, eyes flicking from your phone to Yoongi sitting on the floor, looking confused and almost hurt, and back to your phone.

“I’m sorry. She…she rarely calls now,” you mutter, answering the phone before he can say anything and stepping into the living area.

“Ry? Everything okay?” You ask hesitantly, pacing around the couch.

The last time she called was three weeks ago, sobbing hysterically about how Kai’s death wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t date Jihyo. If you had just stopped sleeping or dating around, your brother wouldn’t be dead. So naturally, you’re terrified of what’s to come from the other line.

“Y/n? Y/n, I need you. I fucked up. Please, y/n. I know you hate me. I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry. But please, I need you.” 

Well, that’s different.

“Ry, where are you?”

“I’m at a club. The one by my work.” She sounds so broken and so drunk that your heart feels heavy just listening to her.

“What happened, Ry? Are you safe? Are you okay?” You put the phone on speaker and return to your room, walking right past Yoongi sitting on the couch, pants already back on. You put the phone on the table as you search for your leggings and bra.

“I’m okay. I just…my ride left me, and I can’t…I can’t get home.” Her mumbles are soft, tired, and hard to understand as you toss your clothes on, quickly moving to find your bag and keys. 

“Are there any Ubers or taxis in the area?” 

“No. Just come get me, please.”

“Okay, Ry, I’m on the way. Please, stay in the club until I’m there, okay? Promise me?” She softly agrees, and you hang up the phone, finally turning to Yoongi, who’s ready to go.

“Is she okay?” he questions as if he didn’t just listen to your phone call. 

“I think so? I don’t know. This is new. I have to go get her.”

“You’re going to walk over there?”

“I have no choice, Yoongi.” Your shoulders shrug as you usher him out the door and close it behind you, leaving the canvas behind. you decide it’s easier to just come back for it before class than going to a club with it in your hand. You make sure all the lights are off before locking up the front door as you both exit. 

“You do have a choice, y/n. The bus should still be running.”

“I’m not getting on the bus.”

“I’m sure there’s a rideshare in this area.”

“I’m not letting a stranger drive.” You state as you both get in the elevator. 

“We can go back to the library, I’ll get my car, and I can take you over there and take you two home.” 

“I’ve never experienced you driving. You’re as much of a stranger in that department as any taxi driver.” You bite back, quickly exiting when the elevator reaches the bottom floor.

“Not if you let me try.” 

“I don’t want you to try. I don’t need help right now, Yoongi. I just need to get to Ryujin. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you on Saturday.” You walk faster out the front door, turning down the sidewalk in the direction of Ryujin’s work. It’s not that far from the studio, but it’s starting to get chilly out, and your sweater is thin. 

“Y/n, it’s one in the morning. You’re not walking by yourself! I’ll come with you.” Yoongi practically shouts as he tries to catch up to you. 

“I’ll be fine.” You snap, turning to him when he finally does make it to you. That same look of confusion and hurt from earlier looks like the same look you often see on another man’s face, and you have to stop yourself and take a breath.

“I need to help her alone, Yoongi. It’s the opposite direction of the school so it’s better if you just go home and I’ll go find Ry and take her home. I’ll be fine.” 

“Y/n, you’re insane if you think I’m going to let you go alone.”

“Then I guess I’m insane!” You shout, not giving a damn about the time or the fact that you’re outside. 

“Thank you, Yoongi, for helping me finish my painting. Thank you for forcing me to go into Kai’s room, and thank you for helping me through my panic attack. But, fuck, I have to go, so just drop it and go home. I’ll text you when I get there if you want.”

Yoongi sighs, not wanting to bother with arguing with you. He knows he won’t win.

“Fine. But if anything feels off, let me know, and I’ll be there immediately.”

“Fine.” 

“Fine.” He snaps with an extra hint of an attitude. You ignore it as you both turn to walk in the opposite direction of one another. 

You’re going to have to apologize later. You’re always apologizing. It’s exhausting. 

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