#it's so fuckin funny though like this poor boy was constantly trying to impress his father & failing

[wingsofhcpe]

just watched shogun episode 7 with my mum and I feel so bad that I burst out laughing at the ending where Toranaga's son tries to kill the baddie but slips falls cracks his head and dies like... MY GUY YOU HAD ONE JOB-

#shogun #yoshi toranaga #tokugawa ieyasu #i love this show so much bc it's literally sengoku era history just with different names. idk why the author changed the names but still #it's so fuckin funny though like this poor boy was constantly trying to impress his father & failing #and thit time he was like 'yes finally I'll go out in a blaze of glory by killing this enemy & saving my father's life' and he just. well. #like HE TRIED. BUT HE ALSO FAILED. SO BADLY 😂😭😂😭😂 #this is like 50 times funnier if you know your history and/or have played samurai warriors tbh

[pacifymebby]

You know what would be funny, the peaky boys with a gf who looks Innocent and shy out in public but fucks like a porn star, tommy would be so confused at first 'wtf did this come from?? You blushed not an hour ago bc i called you pretty' and poor Bonnie, he really had no idea, he might be in shock after getting the best head he's ever received just trying to figure out if he's dreaming or not while looking up at the ceiling

Tommy

🌿 Tommy would be so confused, but very impressed...

🌿 He'd hoped there was a secret, darker side hiding behind your shyness and now he sees he was right.

🌿He hadn't been expecting it though, it had taken him so long to get you to even look him in the eye... He wasn't even expecting you to actually let him touch you...

🌿But here you are on your knees, looking up at him from under your thick long lashes, licking the tip of his cock... Teasing him. He can't believe you're actually teasing him!

🌿 You have always been so shy, you litterally blush and look away when he tells you you're pretty but now he thinks he knows why...

🌿 Maybe its because when he calls you "my pretty girl" your mind wanders to places it shouldnt.

🌿 He definitely embraces this new, naughty side to you, he wants to take advantage of it and will constantly be testing your limits to see just how much of a little slut you can be for him.

🌿 Somehow you always manage to surprise him, like every time you take your clothes off he's expecting you to be all shy and blushy but you never are... Its like your own thoughts and desires cloud your head and make you do the most depraved things.

🌿 He's pretty certain you'll do whatever he asks you to and still find a way of surprising him.

🌿 His favourite thing is to fuck you hard and fast up against the wall. He likes hearing the moans and whines which escaped you, he likes it when he fucked you so hard he steals your breath away.

🌿 He also loves the fact that he now knows something about you that nobody else does. Everybody else thinks youre a virginal, good girl, innocent but he knows different.

🌿 Invites you into his office when he can tell you're feeling very needy, he'll hide you under his desk and have you cockwarm him whilst he finishes his work.

Alfie

🐻 Alfie could tell from the very first time you held his gaze, that beneath that quiet, timid persona there was a little devil waiting to be unlocked.

🐻 Because some women are just like that see, some women like to pretend to be innocent and pure because deep down they have all these terrible cravings that they can't control

🐻 He could tell from the haze you got in your eyes sometimes when he was talking to you, that your mind had drifted to places it shouldnt.

🐻 So he knew that all he had to do was unlock it. He spent a long time being patient, chipping away at you bit by bit, trying to uncover what he knew was hiding behind that outer shyness

🐻 It happened painfully slowly and then suddenly all at once... You seemed to change in a second, blushing and timid as he undressed you to suddenly shameless, mewling and whining as you ground down on his cock in desperation

🐻 He likes the noises you make... They're filthy, and completely shameless... They start off as quiet, shy little sighs but by the time hes finished with you theyre loud, drawn out, moans, full of sin.

🐻 When you ride him you always start out shy and a little self concious, but alfie knows he only has to push you a little before you fall off the edge and your own desire for pleasure overpowers you. You go ferral, your animal instincts controlling you, and Alfie just gets to sit back and enjoy the view.

Arthur

🍂 Arthur would be surprised but he wouldn't falter. He'd adapt immediately and fuck you twice as hard.

🍂 "Al-fuckin-right then," him grinning as he looks over you, the first time to check that you are real, he isn't dreaming, and the second time to admire the view.

🍂 You went from being intimidated by him, blushing, unable to look him in the eyes, barely raising your voice above a whisper to speak to him

🍂 And suddenly youre licking your own juices off his fingers whilst he fucks you from behind like a hungry little slut

🍂 Its a dream come true for arthur thats for sure.

🍂 He loves to talk dirty to you... Seeing you get desperate, fucking like an animal, brings out the animal in him and the two of you end up havinf the most intense, hot and rough sex.

🍂 He'd degrade you, but in a cute way, "Fucking pretty little slut, the prettiest fuckin slut in the whole world..."as he's fucking you so hard you can barely breath.

🍂 He loves this side of you, can't get enough of you when you're feral and desperate for his cock. So he likes to remind you how much you love his cock.

🍂 He would want to brag to his brothers about it but they just won't believe him, every time he tells them about your wild side they just smirk "in your dreams brother," and laugh at him. Arthur gets so annoyed but theres nothing he can do.

🍂 Sometimes he wonders if they are right, did he dream all this up?

🍂 But when he doubts himself and tries to approach you more gently, he's quickly reminded that he hasn't dreamt you up at all, that you really are his cock hungry little slut.

🍂 His favourite thing to do is bend you over furniture, especially if theres a mirror near by so he can pull your hair and force you to watch him fucking you. You go so wild when you can see yourself and you practically dregrade yourself for him... "Fuckk Arthur, harder please Arthur need you deeper..." "I'll let you do anything to me, fuck me however you want I just need you so bad I'll do anything..."

John

🌼 John would be so confused. He would have been completely taken in by how sweet and innocent you seemed, he'd have been enjoying teasing you, enjoying how blushy and flustered you got... And it wouldn't have occurred to him for even a second that beneath those rosy cheeks and doe eyes, hid a darker, naughtier side to you...

🌼 He'd find out when he was already fucking you, his cock hitting deep inside you... Youd let out the filthiest moan he's ever heard and start begging him to fuck you faster. It would be such a sudden change, such ab unexpected one that he'd stop for a second.

🌼 He'd stop, with his cock twitching inside you, and he'd just look down at you blinking... Then he'd hear you whining beneath him, feel you trying to grind against him, desperate for the friction and he'd chuckle realising how much fun he could have...

🌼 "Sorry baby what was that i didnt quite hear you?" he'd hover over you, that cheeky smirk making you self concious again as he remained still, not giving you what you wanted.

🌼 He would definitely tease you, trying to push you to the edge, wouldn't give in until you were begging, crying because you want him to fuck you So Bad.

🌼 Then he would, and he'd embrace this darker side of you, fucking you fast and hard and mercileasly. This man would over stimulate you until you were seeing starts just so he could hover over you and call you all these pretty but degrading pet names.

🌼 He will tease you about this slutty side you have at the most inappropriate times, often making dirty comments to you in public, never loud enough for other people to hear but loud enough to embarrass you

🌼 He enjoys making you beg for him, making you drool over his cock, making you so desperate for him that by the time he touches you youre begging him to let you suck his cock, shaking before he's even touched you.

Bonnie

🍀 Would not see this coming at all, he'd be in complete shock... Not just shocked that you're such a dirty girl, but also shocked at your stamina!! Its like you're never worn out, you always have the energy for one more orgasm...

🍀The first time you give him head he swears he literally sees god. He doesn't know what to do with himself just lies there, chest rising and falling, mouth slightly open, eyes on the ceiling as you crawl back up his body kissing his chest. You kiss him and he can taste the salt of his cum on your tongue.. He doesnt know what to say but he can feel himself getting hard for you already as you suck his tongue and moan into his mouth.

🍀 Honestly he goes to sleep that night and when he wakes up the next day he's convinced the whole thing was just a really vivid dream

🍀 But when you wake up in the same needy mood, begin tracing your hands over his body, pressing your bum against him and grinding against his crotch, he realises it wasn't a dream

🍀 And it unlocked an animal instinct in him so that this time he takes control and rises to your naughty side, fucking you hard into the mattress, spreading your legs and stretching you out. He's definitely a soft dom type, grunting and growling the cutest, sweetest praises in your ear. Kissing you and calling you a good little dove.

🍀 Like John his favourite thing is to overstimulate you, he's fascinated watching how you lose all your inhibitions when you fall apart. It makes him feel really proud?

🍀Definitely encourages his breeding kink

🍀 He would get worried that he'd fucked you too hard and will always have a moment of doubt afterwards wanting to make sure you're okay. "You will tell me if i hurt you won't you dove?"

🍀 "What if i like it?" you ask, partially because its true and partially because you want to see him blushhhhh

Isaiah

🐀Is surprised that someone as quiet and mousy as his sweet shy little darling could be so fucking filthy behind closed doors.

🐀 But he thanks his lucky stars that you are because the sex is incredible.

🐀 The first time you come out of your shell making him turn the light back on so that you can see everything he'd smirk, he wasn't expecting you to be that kind of girl.

🐀 "it's always the quiet ones fuck me..."

🐀 He loves the fact you ride him with such confidence and pride, he grips your thighs and tries to control your movements as he watches you come undone on top of him.

🐀Boy is hypnotised by your tits when youre riding him.

🐀When you tip your head back and the moans start tumbling out of you, when you start touching yourself right there in front of him...

🐀Loves to degrade you, loves to tell you what to do and then watch you become more and more disobedient the closer to coming you get.

🐀Will tell you to be as loud as you like, loves making you s c r e a m

🐀He will brag to his friends about how fucking crazy you are in the bedroom and if anyone so much as tries to laugh or disbelieve him he'll get defensive of you and threaten them with his peaky cap. He'll also threaten anyone who dares reply with "so shes a whore then ain't she..."

Michael

☘️ He isn't shocked by it actually, these days he thinks he's seen it all.

☘️ He finds out because he comes home from work one day and catches you masturbating. He hears you moaning his name and when he goes to the bedroom he is met with the (frankly gorgeous) sight of you on top of the bed sheets, legs spread, cunt making sucking noises as you cum with your fingers pumping in and out of your hole, your other hand furiously rubbing your clit.

☘️ He'd try to embarrass you with a slow clap, "bravo love, marvellous show..." but then he'd see the burning shameless look of desire in your eyes and be unable to resist you.

☘️ "No such thing as a good girl these days i suppose..."

☘️ Will degrade you and get off on degrading you. Definitely into spanking you and definitely gets off on how much you enjoy being spanked.

☘️ Will become addicted to your sex very very quickly. Basically brings you to work with him every day so that youre there for him to fuck whenever either of you gets the craving.

☘️ Loves hiding you under his desk, having you suck his cock for hours on end.

☘️ If you ever make out like youre tired of going into work with him every day he'll remind you what happened last time he left you unsupervised.

☘️ He likes to make you watch yourself in the mirror when he fingers you. He also likes to make you look at yourself when he's smeared his cum all over you, so he can show you what a nasty girl you are.

Sorry these weren't very long lovely, i hope you liked them!!!

#peaky blinders imagines #bonnie gold x reader #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders imagine

[nathanielwessninski]

AU!Football (Aareil!Andreil), Part 1.

I feel quite angry because yesterday I spent hours writing pieces of this, so that suddenly the light goes out in my urbanization and EVERYTHING I wrote is erased. fuckin 'shit. Now, again, I come back to this because it really is an idea that has not left me alone all day yesterday (and today). In itself, it is an AU in which instead of the Foxes being an Exy team, they are now Football, except Neil, who will now be a Vixen.

This will be like a light introduction to the characters.

Here the sport of Football is mixed, so the alignment will be the same as in the canon, except that Neil will be a cheerleader and Seth will be alive and occupy his 'position'.

Kevin will continue to be an obsessive sportsman who plays with an injury to his left hand (because of Riko), but will recover. Seth is less asshole here, because I admit that a certain part of me liked the character and I want to give it a try, but it will still have its sassy bitch side (not really homophobic).

(Seth and Allison are not in relationship romantic here, but they are best friends; Renee and Allison are girlfriends).

(The Moriyama here are not any kind of mafia or anything like that, only a high-ranking business family; and Riko is just a jerk. Do not worry).

Allison and Dan are still wild and loyal to theirs, and with Renee shutting the fucking mouths of all those who still think that a girl can not play a contact sport as well as a guy.

Matt and Nicky are smiling and adorable as always, but protective of their family. Andrew is a little less aggressive than usual with the Foxes (God bless you, Betsy Dobson), but an imbecile with sociopathic instincts as always; is a little closer to them and can engage in small conversations when the Foxes aren't being intrusive (Renee helped a lot to get to this type of 'truce'), and on RARE occasions defended the fools when someone tried to pass with them.

Aaron does change here a little more than the others did, it's something more closed than before in terms of his thoughts and feelings, but he considers the Foxes the true family he never had, although it took a lot to reach this understanding (Nicky , Renee and Betsy fought a lot for this); he is among the first to jump to defend them, although he is usually a asshole with them.

Another radical change is found in the fact that Aaron never sent a letter to Andrew, so they never met or knew of each other's existence until a slightly funny situation occurred at the University; It was something like Nicky strongly confusing Andrew with Aaron, which brought many questions that had no answers until they reunited the twins in the same room (along with a broad search in the family registry and a blood test).

Andrew had just transferred to PSU to continue his career in Criminal Justice, due to certain complications (he savagely beat a professor who tried to hurt Bee) at his previous University; To say that he was stupefied by such a finding would be bullshit, he really expected a strange shit like that of his sanguine 'family', not that he cared more, actually. What he was curious about, with a simple transfer of universities, he had just discovered that he had a twin and a cousin.

At first he stayed away from them as much as he could, he did not care a bit, he just focused on his classes and visiting Bee in his new office (she got a new job at PSU as a psychologist for his athletes).

Until she confused Andrew with Aaron when coach Wymack led his team to meet before her and decide what day it was for each of them to have a session with her. From there she advised Andrew a lot about how well it could make him try to know and approach this part of his family that he did not know, and that they seemed to be alone (besides the Foxes).

It was a complicated and lengthy process that Andrew and Aaron could engage in a long conversation, without monosyllables or sharp and sarcastic answers. From there they were able to reconstruct a bit of family history: Tilda gave both twins up for adoption, only to finally repent a bit and take one of them (Aaron) before finalizing the paperwork, Andrew went to the Foster System (and then to Juvie for his problematic attitude) and Aaron stayed to live with an abusive mother for years (not that Andrew was better in the foster homes), until he met Nicky and after his mother died of an overdose (and a strong argument between Nicky and Luther Hemmick in which the minor finally cut off all relationship with them), Nicky took Aaron's custody (with the help of another distant relative who did not agree with the method of raising of the Hemmick).

Andrew suffered physical and psychological abuse in the homes to which he was given, but was only sexually abused once by Drake Spear when he was thirteen, one year after he was adopted by that family; but on that occasion Drake was caught in the act by the very Cass Spear, who called the police directly.

Destroyed for having failed a child as wonderful and amazing as Andrew was, she moved some contacts to move Andrew to an adoption and help institute where a distant friend of Richard Spear, Betsy Dobson, worked as a psychologist. (And after two years of understanding, fighting and love, Andrew let Betsy finally adopt him).

So, now both twins and cousin are in the process of approaching with help from Betsy (poor of her, with Andrew antagonizing everyone, Aaron being scathing and Nicky very gaudy).

A few months later, and all three of them maintaining a more civilized relationship, Andrew was slightly coerced by Bee (again) to join the football team (which was a fucking trick because Betsy knows there are VERY few things that Andrew can deny her).

(At times, Aaron admits to himself that he feels somewhat jealous of Bee's close and loving way of being with Andrew; he would have loved to have someone like her nearby).

Andrew's expressionless face and slightly psychopathic behavior constantly intimidates the Foxes a bit (except Renee and Wymack, and sometimes Allison), but over time they get used to it.

Aaron does not even like football, but he was violently harassed by sportobsession!Kevin Day to be part of the team after having seen him wildly tackling a son of a bitch who tried to touch Neil Josten (And Nicky happily joined the team to not be alone).

Aaron have a thing with Neil Josten, everyone knows it (except Andrew, because he don't know about Josten).

The day that Andrew Minyard met Neil Josten was fucking memorable for Allison: it was on a type of team-building weekend organized by Dan and Wymack, that they somehow managed to reunite everyone including the twins and Seth (Bee and Abby were really happy).

Then as the day progressed and the afternoon fell, they decided to make a movie marathon in Abby's living room, but before they needed to recharge supplies, so Wymack asked Renee and Allison to take care of it; somehow the trip was joined by Andrew and Seth.

They arrived at 7/11 and set out to collect different types of snacks for everyone; then in one of the corridors Allison spotted a very familiar auburn hair, let out a small squeak of joy and ran over there, alerting Andrew and Renee that they thought there was some threat, only to see the blonde hugging wildly to a short guy.

After leaving the mysterious boy and letting him breathe, Seth also approached and released a sassy comment: 'look just who is here, if it is other than a whore vixen smartass'.

Before any Fox could say anything else, the unknown boy (for Andrew and Renee) counterattacked: 'what's up, drug addict? Have not you received your daily dose, that I notice you something cranky?’

Surprisingly, Seth only grined sideways and stretched out a hand to stir the hair of the boy under: 'how did you do in the competition, midget?'

The auburn boy reply to Seth: 'of course we won, Gordon; nobody compares to us, so I hope you Foxes do not leave us in bad during the season'.

In that Allison jumps and assures with conviction: 'clearly this is our season, Josten, we have two new members who are monsters in the field when they want; we will destroy the asshole of Riko'.

Josten only gave a small laugh at that and nodded in support; and that sound really caught Andrew's attention, that he looked up from the candy shelf to finally see the one who seemed to be friends with Gordon and Reynolds, being stunned.

'Shit,' was the first thought that went through Andrew's mind, followed by 'fucking gorgeous' and 'problem': in front of him was a boy a few inches taller than him, with auburn hair and impossibly blue eyes, like celestial ones. Beautiful. His left cheek had a slight pink burn of three circles, barely visible, and on his right he had three fine cuts; However, not a single one of those scars left any kind of beauty, not even remotely. Even though Andrew's face remained expressionless, an intense blush was staying on his cheeks as he detailed the impressive boy in front of him; he never had seen someone so painfully attractive like Josten.

Allison noticed it (Renee too, but she did not anything).

The blonde took the Vixen's forearm and pulled him closer to the group saying: 'Oh, right! You do not know Renee or Minyard, personally; You never could meet to meet my Renee and Minyard arrived when you were in the competition. Babe, Monster, he's Neil Josten, sub-captain of the Vixens.'

Renee introduced herself and greeted him kindly, curious about the times when his girlfriend talked to him about this boy, Andrew only blushed a little more when Neil looked directly at him but swerved off with a cutting: 'Cheerleader, really?'

Before Allison spoke, Neil responded quickly and sharp: 'What, I do not look like that? Then you'll have to excuse me, I forgot to put on my uniform skirt for you.'

The right corner of Andrew's mouth trembled (the closest thing to a smile that Renee had seen in him): 'so sassy, Vixen.'

A grin formed on Neil's lips: 'so, Andrew Minyard, I could say it's a pleasure to finally meet Aaron's twin, I've heard a lot of things from you'.

Andrew like: 'I bet were not good at all'.

Another short laugh came from Neil's lips: 'no, they were not, but they're still interesting'.

A thought was shared among the other three present in the scene, something like 'fucking weird flirting' (being kinder in Renee's head).

Andrew may only want to kick himself when he felt so trapped looking at Neil's fluffy lips.

#AU!Football #aareil #andreil #renison #neil josten #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #nathaniel wesninski #renee walker #allison reynolds #danielle wilds #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #kevin day #david wymack #betsy dobson #abby winfield #seth gordon #robin cross #aftg #tfc #trk #tkm #all for the gay #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #riko moriyama #katelyn

[in-mysme-hell]

can you do RFA and V reacting to a very anxious MC (maybe social anxiety?) who needs a lot of care to calm down and feel safe?? Thanks!

relatable thank you for this one, anon. I also have social anxiety and just imagining how these amazing jellybeans would handle it is quite calming. I added Saeran as well he’s a precious little stardust and deserves all the love but I had to add him and V to another post bcuz as always I can’t control myself and this is hella long but you guys likey so here ya go my lovelies

| V & Saeran |

Pupper Yoosung:

He panicked a little when you first told him; he thought it was a lot like Rika’s condition

But when he saw you wringing your hands nervously and biting your lip, waiting for his reaction, he forced himself to relax

His MC needed him to be a man strong for her

“W-what does that mean? Are you okay? Do you take medication?”

Slow down baby boy

You explained how you had anxiety when it came to large crowds or public speaking, how you would begin to sweat and breathe heavily…until you passed out it only happened once you swear

He was determined to be the most caring bf ever and at first, tried to avoid letting you go out to the mall or just busy establishments. Even insisted that you not pick him up from campus, though you didn’t realize at first why.

“I’m not handicapped, Yoosung,” you said irritatedly, though low-key you were so grateful and loved him even more for his thoughtfulness

Then one day, you were out looking for a birthday present for him and you knew exactly what you wanted. Except ofc dozens of other customers also wanted that newly released video game.

He was in class when he got a call from you and you were gasping his name into the speakers. He found you huddled on the bench outside the store, your head between your knees as you tried to even out your breathing.

It took a lot of whispered reassuring on his part and he made you count with him - “Inhale. One. Two. Three. Four. Hold it for one, two, three. Exhale. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.”

He took you home and pampered you all night. Made you your favourite simple meal since the anxiety suppressed your appetite even though you hadn’t eaten all day. Read your favourite book to you and even ran you a bubble bath.

Whenever you need to go somewhere crowded, he’s there to hold your hand tightly and distract you by making funny remarks so that you’re too busy laughing to pay attention to your surroundings. And if you feel your anxiety rising in your chest, beginning to suffocate you, say the word and he’ll whisk you away to safety

Baehee Jaehee:

Jaehee loved Zen’s life performances with fervently, but you didn’t exactly share the same sentiments. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy watching your narcissist friend showcase his talents for the lucky viewers, oh no, you fuckin’ loved that part. Seeing the absolute joy in his eyes as he got to act out his dreams on stage - you could relate to why Jaehee and the rest of his fans were captivated by him.

But it was damn hard to enjoy his shows when your throat was tight and your heart wouldn’t stop pounding because of all the bodies surrounding you.

Too close. They were way too close.

And they were screaming and they just wouldn’t stop and you could breathe and you were terrified and -

“MC? Are you okay?”

Jaehee had noticed how pale you’d gotten and the sheen of sweat covering your face. You turned to her with wide eyes, your hands gripping the arm rests painfully, and opened your mouth to reply but the words wouldn’t come out.

Tears were welling up in your eyes, the feeling of dread growing in the pit of your stomach. And this precious angel, she gently grasped your hands, looked your dead in the eyes, and said, “C’mon, MC. Breathe with me. You’re okay. I’m here.”

A whimper escaped your lips, and she let go of your hands to place her own on either side of your head. Then, pressing her forehead against yours, she whispered, “Ignore them. It’s just you and me. Look into my eyes and forget them. Just you. And me. That’s it.”

“J-Jaehee?” you choked out quietly.

“They don’t matter. It’s just us in our own little world. Think about when we get home. We’ll curl up on the sofa with your favourite hot chocolate. Just us.”

And not even half an hour later thats what you were doing. Jaehee knew coffee only made anxiety worse and from then on she made it her mission to learn as many caffeine-free recipes. Milk, especially, was soothing and so you can be damn sure she perfected her honey vanilla tea latte recipe

She was ever so patient when you finally explained your anxiety and the claustrophobia that accompanied it. It explained why you jumped at loud noises.

She would make sure to take enough time away from the cafe to take walks in the park with you. The fresh air and open space really helped with your nerves, especially on tough days.

Lovely Zen:

You love this man with your whole heart. You’d take a bullet for him, and you know he’d do the same for you. You’d walk through fire for him. You’d handle pretty much anything to ensure his happiness. That’s how sure you were of your love.

But what you couldn’t stand was his audience. That crowd of shrieking girls all vying for a glance spared by the red-eyed god and the dirty looks they threw you. Tbh, you didn’t care much for their nasty remarks - they were just jealous that Zen only had eyes for you.

It was when their attention was on you and your insecurities began to claw up. You would get so self-conscious about the smallest things - was your outfit appropriate, was your hair in place, what if you tripped, what if you blurted out the wrong things in front of the camera, what if you embarrassed Zen?

You knew, you knew you shouldn’t worry about these things. Zen could care less about your appearance and honestly, it shouldn’t matter what other people thought. Regardless of how perfect you looked, they would always have something negative to say.

You knew all this, but still your mouth went dry, a rush of dizziness descended over you, and your chest tightened to the point that it hurt.

Zen didn’t know all of this, simply because you didn’t want him to worry. But then the day came where Zen was meeting with his fans after a performance. There was a large crowd surrounding him and you were standing at the side, wringing your hands. You were feeling uneasy because of all the eyes on you and Zen didn’t have his phone on him so you couldn’t even text him. If it weren’t for the fact that you two were going to be late for the dinner with your parents, you wouldn’t be trying so hard to catch his attention.

You called out his name a couple times and even attempted a half-wave. A couple of the girls near you were snickering at your pathetic motions and your stomach was in knots. You could practically hear the things they were whispering to each other and even though you tried to tell yourself it didn’t matter, you found yourself fleeing to the bathroom just in time to throw into the toilet.

You didn’t realize that Zen had noticed your presence just as you had whirled around to make your escape and that he had followed you. He held back your hair and rubbed circles into your back.

You tried to apologize and explain the situation, and somehow he understood you through your hiccuping sobs. Holding you in his arms, he murmured in your ears, “Shh, it’s okay, Princess. These people don’t matter. They won’t even remember this an hour from now. I’ve got you, babe. You’re gonna be fine. Your knight in shining armour is here to protect you.”

He would make an extra effort to compliment you constantly, his ruby eyes always wide and earnest. When there would be situations where you’d make a small mistake, he’d smoothly take over before anyone else could notice or your anxiety reared its head. He would also be the one ordering when you went out for food or on the phone, and never once did he complain

Daddy Jumin:

Being Mrs. Han was a lot less spa days and a lot more meeting important people, potential business partners, and just folks who wanted to impress your husband. In turn, it was your duty to make a good impression so that C&R reputation wouldn’t be tainted.

Jumin didn’t know before marrying you that you had severe anxiety when it came to meeting new people and making conversation. The fear that they would be judging you silently and you would say the wrong thing was ever-present in the back of your mind

And holy fuck did this man love showing you off bruhh

He wanted to introduce you as his wife, his MC, to everyone from his maid he finally met the poor woman to the Prime Minister!!

You were literally a train wreck on heels, diamonds resting above your pounding heart and around your neck like a noose, biting down on your lip hard enough that your blood mixed with the rouge of your designer lipstick.

“Sweetheart, this is Tae-Yung Choi, Minister of Foreign Affairs. Mr. Choi, this is my precious wife, MC.”

You smiled tightly, swallowing hard when the man kissed the back of your hand and bowed fuck you should’ve worn a sleeveless dress to hide pit stains

Even after he lets go and steps back, remarking that your husband is a lucky man, your jaw is clenched and your eyes are flitting everywhere but the couple before you. It’s only when you notice that his wife is staring at you intently that you realize everyone is waiting for you to respond.

You apologize quickly and excuse yourself, avoiding Jumin’s worried gaze. You slip through the crowd, making your way to the elevator as fast as you can without running.

You gulp in the cool night air like a woman dying of thirst and lean back against the rough brick of the side of the hotel. Your bodyguards had followed you to the wide alley beside the building and you were sure one of them was texting your husband at this very moment.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you fought back the tears that were threatening to break through your composure. Why were you so weak? Why was such a simple social interaction like a battle for you?

“Kitten, are you unwell?”

When you opened your eyes and turned to look at your concerned husband standing beside you, he immediately noticed your glassy orbs. His brow furrowed in confusion and you could practically see the gears turning in his brilliant mind as he tried to figure out what had made you upset.

Before he could start threatening and firing people for upsetting his princess, you tried to explain your social anxiety to him the best you could. He didn’t understand why were you still afraid when you knew your fears were irrational but he still swept you into his arms and pressed a bruising kiss to your swollen from all that nervous biting lips.

“Darling, everyone knows better than to point out any mistakes on your part. You’re Mrs. Jumin Han, the most powerful woman in any room that you walk into. They’re the ones who are afraid to make a mistake in your presence.” You giggled at his blunt response and his heart skipped a beat at one of his favourite sounds in the world.

You can bet your life savings that this man would have poor Jaehee prepare a report on anxiety, specifically the kind you had, and would contact one of the most renowned psychologists in the field to explain it to him and to help you in every way possible

His absolute confidence was always a good crutch in situations where your anxiety would begin creeping in. In the evenings, he would draw you a bath where you were pressed against his chest and glasses of wine in your hands. He would pamper you by bathing and massaging you, and you especially loved when he washed your hair his hands were orgasmic on every part of you head to toe

He read that animals helped with anxiety sometimes and you got to witness the cutest moment where he crouched down before Elizabeth the 3rd and explained to her the importance of protecting the Princess. It was actually calming to hold the white beauty in your arms and stroke her fur.

GOD Seven:

Neither of you leave the house much, which usually works out until the threat of starvation strikes. Ordering groceries online was a pain with the bunker’s heavy security, and Seven was usually busy with work

So it mostly came down to you to be the one to make sure the three of you had something more to eat than just chips and ice cream (Saeran didn’t mind). You tended to avoid ordering food on the phone what if you messed up the order or what if you didn’t understand what they were asking and had to ask them to repeat themselves several times?! 

And going out to the store was a whole other struggle what if you’re counting out the correct change or looking for your wallet in that huge purse, and taking too long and then the person behind you would be annoyed

There was just so many what ifs and awkward scenarios!! How on earth were you supposed to make it out unscathed?? There was honestly nothing you hated more that awkward situations, your face would turn as red as Saeyoung’s hair and your hands would shake ofc then you would spill the money you were counting out and you would stutter while trying to order food at the restaurant everyone would be witness to your shame

Saeyoung had enough on his shoulders with his own depression and then Saeran’s depression, anxiety, and PTSD. Besides, you didn’t consider your anxiety that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things. 

You woke up with a feeling of unease already settling in your gut, and it worsened when you realized all the errands you had to run. You’d been putting them off and you didn’t want Saeyoung to ask questions, so you forced your limbs to carry you out of the house. You stammered and sweated your way through the check you had to deposit with the bank teller since their machines were broken. Blood rushed in your ears and made you dizzy when a customer behind you at the store made an offhand comment about how people should have their order decided instead of wasting everyone’s times.

After today’s events, you were irritable, your mind still on edge, body stuck in flight-or-fight-mode. You were agonizing over an email you were writing to a party guest, unsure of specific words you had used its an actual worry, when Saeyoung asked you if you had picked up the milk.

“I’m not a fuckin’ robot maid. I can’t remember every little thing. You would know if you actually got off your ass for once and helped,” you snapped.

Immediately, the guilt and fear sets in. You trying to apologize but you’re having trouble breathing and you’re clawing at your throat. You’re shaking violently as you fall to the floor, your head spinning sickeningly. 

Your husband knows what to do from helping Saeran through his own panic attacks. He first sets about regulating your breathing, even alternating between plugging nostrils. Once the noose around your neck loosens he’s having you take small sips of water.

He talks you through your anxiety attack, “MC, look around you. Tell me 5 things you can see. C’mon, sweetheart. 4 things you can touch. Good girl. Now 3 things you can hear. 2 things you can smell, baby. 1 thing you can taste, my goddess.”

He likes to wrap himself around you, pressed tightly against you, able to felt each other’s heartbeats. You love to rest your cheek against his bare chest, listening to the sound of his heart - proof of his existence - and you find that it helps ebb the anxiety away.

Would def try to distract you with memes and funny cat videos. He’d even build a robot puppy named Woof-Woof totally besties with Meowy that would reassure you and compliment you the moment it senses the slight bit of anxiety. It would also help count your breathing with you if Saeyoung wasn’t around to do so.

- admin Shay

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[singingintothevoid]

“Look, I got it.”  Siren sunk back down into her chair, leaning back as if to distance herself from the figure before her.  “You couldn’t have anyone like me as a second.  I’m unintimidating, because I’m short as hell, and constantly fidget, and we always fight too much.  I get it, okay?  I don’t know why you picked someone who looks like he’s going to cry if you raise your voice at him-”

“Pretty sure that’s just ‘round you.”  Came the equally irritable reply, from an equally distanced stance.  This had not been on either of their agenda for the day.

“Then he needs to toughen the fuck up, because I ain’t intimidating!”  Her chair came crashing forward as she slammed her hands on the table.  

(The small collection of crew members gathered around the surveillance cameras for the room exchanged amused glances and a few giggles, though the mentioned second in command looked rather offended.  “She’s just mean.”  He muttered, as Siren’s own second gave him a consoling pat on the back.) 

With great deliberacy, she settled back, crossing her arms across her chest.  “I.  Get.  It.  I understood then, too, mostly.”  Leaned forward, Siren rested her forehead against her thumb, the nail digging into the bridge of her nose.  “But there coulda been some kind of acknowledgment that I was useful.  And don’t you DARE repeat the bullshit that I wasn’t!”  She added as the other opened his mouth, shooting forward and banging her fist on the table.  “Peter told me ‘bout the week from hell, where your boys forgot toilet paper AND detergent!”

(There was a collective wince from the watchers.  Space ships were a bad place to run out of such essential supplies.)

“You’ve stayed talking to Quill?”  

“Who the hell do ya think suggested turning dead people into soap to him?  Kid wouldn’ta thought of shit like that on ‘is own!”

“The ship reeked of that lye shit for a month, even with the air cleaners constantly on.”

“...Your ship has air cleaners?  I don’t think you turned them on once when I was there.”

“The ship never stank like that when you were.”

“To you, maybe.”

There was a pause as the two scowled at each other.  

“...But HOW did you stay talkin’ to Quill?”

Siren burred her face in her hands  “Why is that what you’re concerned about?  I left a transmitter with him when I left, nothin’ fancy.”  She looked up to glare.  “Which means I also heard about the time half the crew got left behind because no one had a steady plan, or the time someone flipped the damn coordinates and you wound up in the middle of deep space, and when you tried to collect payment from the wrong person because you were only using their name, or-”

(”She thought it was hysterical.”  Peter whispered, as the camera zoomed in on Siren rising out of her chair, voice raising as she continued an ever growing list of mishaps.  “Said dumpster fires are great when you’re on the roof looking down on it.”  There were a few titters from Siren’s gathered crew, and an unidentified “Yeah, sounds like her.”)

“Fine!”  Yondu threw his hands in the air, cutting off Siren’s tirade.  “So yeah, you’ve caught most of that shit before it happened before.  It probably wouldn’t have fucking happened if you were there.  However, you weren’t there.”  An accusatory finger was jabbed at her, and the rage that was building in her face faltered.  “You knew you were needed, and you left without telling anyone!  And ya stole part of my ship!”

“You stole most of my life!”  Siren shot to her feet, her voice rising.  “Leaving was the first time I ever had a say in what I did.  Fucking hell, I molded everything I did to make sure I would fit in, that I wouldn’t get rejected again!  I fucking shaved my head because one of the boys mocked me for having ‘nice hair’!”  ‘Nice hair’ was vigorously finger quoted. “The most control I had was beating the piss out of anyone who looked at me funny, but that was just another.  Fucking.  Way.  Of fitting in.”  She banged her fist on the table with each word.  “And that’s just the way it was.  I fought to fit in, with just another family that only wanted to use me.  I knew that when I joined up, in my head, but I didn’t really understand what it meant.”

(”300 credits she cries before the end of the argument.”  Lash whispered.  

“Only if you go 300 this one ends without resolution.”  Spackle responded, not looking over.  “They’ll fix it later though.”

A grin from Lash showed far too many teeth.  “I’ll take you up on that, Spack.  She hates letting things go unresolved.”  

The two reached out and bumped fists.)

“Siren-”  Yondu tried once again to interrupt, only to be cut off by Siren slamming her hands on the table again.

(”She’s going to dent that poor thing.”  Sting whispered.)

“Shut up!  Just shut the fuck up!”  Deep gouges were left in the desk as she tightened her hands into fists, here claws digging out wood shavings.  “Of all people, I would think you’d understand!”

“Siren-” There was a warning growl in Yondu’s voice now, but Siren plowed on regardless.

“Just admit it!  No one’s listening!”

(There were a few guilty eye shifts among those who were, in fact, listening.)

“No one joins on to kill people for money because they’re a goddamn well adjusted person!  All of us assholes on that fuckin’ boat, we’re all the same.  Lost kids pretending to be somethin’ more, somethin’ less broken, and that includes you, fuckin’ neck deep in denial as ya might be!  And I may have had some issues with borderline hero worship, or Stockholm syndrome, or, or,”  She waved her hands, “Or something!  But you fucking fed it!  Everytime I thought, ‘just gotta grow the fuck up’, you’d start some shit again, make it too damn hard to think-”

“You were a crew member!”  Yondo was on his feet now, which was a tad bit more impressive change than it was for Siren.  He toward over her as he leaned forward, and Siren flinched back, just slightly.  “Didn’t matter what I thought, or you thought, you were crew!  You’re running your own ship now, you know you can’t play favorites.”

“Never stopped you when you were drunk!”

(”Told you she slept with him before.”  Zentara’s voice was soft, but satisfied.  There were groans as money was handed over to her, and Peter looked uncomfortable.  

“This is not something I wanted to picture.”  He muttered, while Kraglin stared pointedly at the floor.)

There was a rather long, awkward pause.  

“...I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  He was refusing to look at her.

“I would buy that if it was once.”  Siren’s voice was a snarl.  “But I didn’t even bother keeping track after the third time.  And I shouldn’t have gone with it, but I am so fucking weak when there’s something I actually fucking want, and you, you are a selfish jackass-”

“Never denied that.”  He sounded sullen, having stepped back when Siren stepped forward, and was no longer looking at her.

Siren seemed to have tired herself out, though, and just had her head in her hands.  When she spoke again, it was choked.  “I don’t regret leaving.  I had been saving the money for it for fuckin years, I had the plans that just never happened...  And I finally had a fuckin’ reason, and I found out so much about what I actually like, the cliche of who I am, and all that pussy shit.  If I had to, I would do it again, no doubt in my mind.”  Quickly, she stepped around the desk, passed Yondu, who twitched like he was going to grab for her but changed his mind.  She paused at the door, and very faintly, the cameras picked up on her sniffle, and a furious swipe at her eyes, as she said “But I still missed you people.”

The door echoed behind her as she left.

(Down in the computer room, most people were trying to avoid eye contact, though now Lash and Spackle were arguing over who actually owed money, if that counted as crying, and if it counted as resolved.

“I regret having heard that.”  Peter managed finally, getting up and leaving the room.  

“A thousand credits they make up before the weeks over.”  Chirp offered, his antenna wiggling cheerfully.  Kraglin stared at him, as he added, with a soft smile, “It’ll be initiated by the blue man.”

“No one’s allowed to bet with you asshole.”  Cinder grumbled.  “And now that we know it’s going to happen, no one else can bet on it.  You ruined it, thanks a lot.”

“At least that means she won’t be overly bitchy for more than a week.”  Spackle pointed out as the group began to drift out, muttering amongst themselves.  Lash grinned, and settled down in the chair.  

“But it’s so much fun to push her buttons when she is.”)