#sorry for this again but I wanna boost this a lil bit more before i close it

[7ndipity]

Second Glances

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You and Yoongi have been best friends for years, but after you confess you feelings for him, Yoongi realizes he might have misread his own feelings towards you.

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: slight angst, swearing, lil suggestive at the end, partially proofread

A/N: Thanks so much to @whitefoxgirl for this request! Tbh, I'm not entirely happy with this, but I didn’t want to leave you hanging for ages while I nitpicked.🙄 I hope you still like it tho💜

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It was a strange thing, how you could go on seeing someone the same way for years, and then all of a sudden, something happens and turns you on your head.

When Hobi had first introduced you to his fellow members after you moved to Seoul, you and Yoongi had clicked instantly, much to the surprise of everyone else. No one could quite understand it, but the two you had seemed to fit together naturally like two halves of a whole, the yin to his yang; while he was on the quieter, more introverted side, you were bright and loud, with an infectious enthusiasm. A prime example of that being the way he could hear you and Hobi before you ever entered his studio, laughing loudly as you rushed through the door ahead of his bandmate.

“There’s no way you did that!” You insisted.

“I did, I swear, we even have video of it!” Hobi argued.

“What the fuck are you two yelling about?” Yoongi asked, more amused than annoyed by the sudden noise.

“Did he actually go bungee jumping?” You asked, turning your attention to him.

“Why would I lie about that?!” Hobi exclaimed.

“Oh, that,” Yoongi deliberated for a second before smirking over at Hobi. “No, he didn’t.”

“Why are you lying?!” Hobi yelled, making you both burst into laughter. As much as Hoseok loved you and his hyung becoming friends, you were absolute menaces together, constantly teasing him and the members, as well as each other.

“Screw it, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come with us to get something to eat?” He asked, exasperatedly.

“Sure.” Yoongi answered, still laughing slightly.

“Cool, I’m gonna go find Jimin, I’ll be right back.” He announced, heading back out the door before either of you could say anything else.

Yoongi turned his attention back to the screen in front of him as you settled on the sofa, Hobi apparently having taken your energy with him as he left, as silence suddenly fell over the room.

Yoongi glanced over at you. “You okay?”

“Hmm?” You looked up in confusion. “Yeah, why?”

“I dunno, you just got kinda quiet.” He shrugged.

You let out a small laugh. “I’m okay, I just know that you don’t like a lot of noise, so I usually try to be a little calmer when it’s just us so I won’t bug you.”

“You don’t bug me.” He said.

“No?” You looked at him doubtfully.

“Well, not a significant amount.” He smirked, making you laugh again. “You wanna see what I’m working on?”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up.

“Sure.” He said, pulling a second chair over close to his so you could both see the screen as he hit play.

Yoongi was normally quite private about his music, at least until it was finished, but he loved getting to show you his new projects, talking animatedly as you listened to part of the song, explaining how he mixed and layered the audio files, or what lines he liked best.

“So is this how you get girls?” You said, unable to resist teasing him just a little bit as he spoke.

“No,” He shot you a sly look. “I just like getting to teach you stuff.”

“Oh really?” You grinned, leaning over the arm of your chair. “You know, I don’t know how to kiss either, care to teach me that?”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, looking over at you in surprise.

“I’m just joking Yoongs!” You laughed, trying to quickly dispel any awkwardness. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Eh, it’s okay, it boosts my ego.” He replied, grinning at you.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah, even if I know you’re just playing around.” He said, shooting you a quick wink, missing the way you looked away, falling silent again for a new reason.

While it was true that part of your flirty remarks were just for the sake of teasing him, enjoying the way you could so easily make him flush red, that wasn’t the case for all of them.

In the past few months, your feelings for Yoongi had shifted from those of purely a friend into something more, a fact that you had been trying to subtly bring to Yoongi’s attention, apparently without success.

You hadn’t wanted to just drop the information on him like a bomb, fully aware that he might not reciprocate, and not wanting to jeopardize your friendship, but clearly your current approach was not going to get you any type of answer.

“What if I wasn’t?” You said suddenly.

“What?” He glanced back at you, confused.

“What if I wasn’t kidding? What if I liked you?” You asked, watching him carefully.

He blinked at you. “I-, did, wait what?!”

“I know it’s probably not the best time, but I don’t know if there’ll ever be a ‘best time’ to say this.” You took a breath. “I like you, as more than a friend, and I understand if you don’t feel the same for me, but I just… I just wanted to say it.” You finished, staring down at your hands, afraid to meet his gaze.

He stared at you in complete shock, his mind scrambling to try and make sense of what you’d just said. How long had you felt this way? What did this mean for your friendship?

The seconds ticked by as the silence in the room grew nearly unbearable.

“Please say something.” You urged.

“Y/n, I-,” Yoongi sat back in his chair. “I’m sorry, but I just don’t see you that way.” He said as gently as possible.

You nodded, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.”

“I’m so sorry.” He apologized.

“It’s alright, I knew it was a long shot,” You smiled at him. “At least now I know, and we can go on as normal.”

He blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled slightly at his bemused expression. “I’m a grown woman, Yoongi, I can handle a little rejection. I knew you might not feel the same, but nothing’s changed, you’re still one of my best friends. I just wanted to tell you.”

“Okay.” He said, visibly relaxing.

“Are we still okay?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Cool.” You smiled, quickly changing the subject as the others came back in.

To Yoongi’s surprise, you lived up to your word, continuing on with your friendship as if nothing had ever happened, hanging out with him and other members as usual. Even that same day at lunch, no one else would’ve had an inkling of what had transpired between the two of you from the way you acted, sitting together and talking easily, still making your teasing comments here and there.

Everything was exactly the same, except it wasn’t.

It was miniscule at first, but in the weeks that had followed, it was clear that something had changed. Not you exactly, but something in the way Yoongi saw you changed; the way you laughed at something he said, or the way you smiled at him, but suddenly everything about you seemed to draw him in, leaving him questioning his words to you. Did he see you as more than a friend?

Looking back, he couldn’t deny that he’d always thought you were attractive, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was attracted to you. And maybe sometimes his heart rate picked up a little more than usual due to your flirty remarks, but that was just because you caught him off guard. It didn’t mean anything, right? It wasn’t like he caught himself thinking about you constantly or wondering about how your lips would feel against his-

What the fuck?! He shook himself, quickly glancing over at where you were sitting on his sofa, working peacefully on your laptop.

He felt like he was going crazy, like he was gaslighting himself. Was your confession really all it had taken to make him develop feelings for you? Or had they existed the whole time and he was just too blind to notice? Why couldn’t he have had this fucking revelation three weeks ago when you were sat in front of him? But of course you figured it out first, you were always more forward than he was, that was one of the things he loved about you…

Fuck.

The worst part was that you could tell something was off, but he couldn’t very well tell you what. He would look like a complete asshole if he tried to make a move on you after having rejected you, like he was just fucking around with your feelings.

“Yoongs?” Your voice suddenly snapped him back to the present, realizing he’d been staring off into space.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, turning back to his computer.

You sighed, sitting up and moving your things off to the side.

“Are we gonna talk about this?” You asked.

“About what?” He didn’t look up.

“About how weird you’ve been acting lately.” You said.

He didn’t respond, looking down.

“Look, if this is about what I said-”

“It’s not.” He denied quickly.

“Yoongi, you’ve barely even looked at me today.” He turned around, meeting your eyes as you stared at him.

“Please, just talk to me.” You pleaded.

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

You waited. “Because?”

“Because I screwed up,” He said. “You told me how you felt and I said no, but now I can’t stop thinking about it and, fuck, you must hate me, I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying but I-”

His ramble was abruptly cut off by you striding across the room and crashing your lips to his, making his mind go blank. He leaned up into you, hands finding your hips to steady you as you leaned over his chair, your hands tangling in his hair, savoring the taste of your lip balm on his tongue.

Too soon for his liking, you pulled away, breathing heavily as you met his eyes.

“I definitely don’t hate you,” You breathed. “Though I do have some things to say about your communications skills.” You snickered.

“Of course you do.” He scoffed.

“We can talk about that later though.’ You smiled. “Right now, I'd rather us just cover the basics.”

You leaned in again, noting the way his breath hitched slightly.

“Do you want this?” You asked softly.

He stared up at you with dark eyes, his voice coming out as almost a whisper. “I do.”

You kissed him, pressing him back in his chair as you moved to straddle him, earning a soft grunt from him. Yoongi gripped your waist tightly, not entirely used to having someone take the lead like this, but finding himself falling into the role easily, melting against you as you pressed closer, a shiver passing through him as your tongue slipped into his mouth.

“Hey hyung, I was jus- AGH MY EYES!”

You nearly fell backwards off Yoongi’s lap at Jimin’s scream from behind you, Yoongi’s hands catching you as you both whipped around to see the younger member standing in the doorway, staring at both of you in shock.

“Do you ever fucking knock?!” Yoongi snapped.

“I was-, I-.” Not knowing how to respond, Jimin simply backed out of the room, closing the door loudly behind him, leaving you and Yoongi alone again.

“Maybe we should do this somewhere else.” You said, face flushed in embarrassment.

“Why? Now they know not to come in.” Yoongi grinned, trying to tug you closer again, but you put a hand on his chest.

“Yoongi.” You complained.

“Okay, fine” He relented. “I guess I should buy you dinner first, it’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“You suck.” You laughed.

“Hey, you’re the one that likes me, it’s not my fault you have shit taste.” He teased, kissing you again lightly.

“Alright then, Mr. Gentleman, buy me dinner.” You grinned against his lips.

“Yes ma’am.”

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

#yoongi drabble #yoongi oneshot #yoongi fluff #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts one shot #bts drabble #bts fluff #bts requests #7ndipity

[finniestoncrane]

💚 WIP Snippets 💜

i bring more snippets from stuff i'll post soon! i have a lot of commissions to back fill post lmao i am so behind on that sorry ;-; i'm also still working on the arkham eddie fic, and the digger first date fic too as well as some headcanons and prompt posts!

but for now, here's a lil bit from a commission i'll post soon, daddy ozzie with a plus size reader, and a tiny bit of a two face request i'm getting to!!

His Type

With a coy smile, you batted your eyelashes at him, and he moved forward to the edge of the sofa, his hands lifting yours from your sides and kissing the knuckles.  “I’m glad you wore it. I didn’t wanna make a big deal outta it, felt like I was being controlling or something… And I knew if I told you how good it looked on you, I just wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t have been right for me to spend an hour of our date telling you how I liked the way the fabric hung on you…” He pulled you closer, tugging on your hands, lifting them again and turning them over to kiss your wrists. One placed on each one, a shiver coursing through your veins. “... how each little curve, each bit of you is highlighted, teasing me, begging me to run my hands over them and feel them…” Oswald’s hands skimmed over the ridges and curves of your sides, palms pressing into each of the outward bulges of soft flesh as he moaned in appreciation. The sounds he made were muffled by your neck, where his lips were held in a flurry of passionate kisses, his tongue lapping over your skin as he tasted you, savoured you. Each pause to catch his breath he spent whispering his intentions and desires for the evening. “... how warm you look, how you would feel…” His hands moved around to your lower back, fingers hovering there before he let them slip down, palms over your cheeks, cupping at your rear. He pulled you slightly, knocking you off balance, stumbling and almost falling onto him, your breasts making contact with his face before you steadied yourself. But Ozzie leant forward, placing his prominent, distinct nose between your breasts, then his cheeks, moaning and sighing as the soft, gentle and ample tissue that comforted him. 

Untitled Two Face Request

Stifling the moans that were scratching at your throat, you bit your inner cheek. You couldn't tell who was just outside the office, and given how loud you thought you might get as Harvey pounded your aching cunt, you assumed people on the streets below might be able to hear you too. In a rather forceful move, highlighting that your efforts in boosting his confidence had started to bring him back to his normal self, he grabbed your chin, letting it rest in his palm as he held your cheeks firmly between his thumb and fingers. "Louder. I want everyone to know how good I am." No longer concerned about embarrassing him, about someone overhearing and blowing your supposed cover, you let yours wails of pleasure come out. Each thud of his hips against your rear making you groan, always underscored by a desperate sigh and clawing breaths. "That's it, good girl. Let them know how much you enjoy it."

#finnie snippets #LMAO these are both for the same friend i just realised #you're eating good bub u-u

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Hi everyone! I'm here to say I'm actually gonna be closing up F/ovember on my blog today. It's been a very fun month and I've been really happy to see how many people were running the event casually on their blog, I would honestly consider this F/ovember a success! I hope everyone had fun (or is still having fun) with the event, cuz I'd love for us to do it again next year!

As a side note, the reason I'm closing early is because I just couldn't wait for what I want to do this winter- I'm gonna be closing the inbox to do a bit of winter cleaning! I'm just gonna be trying to empty both my drafts and my inbox as quickly as I can, so I'll be boosting up the queue to post 5 a day. Sorry about closing the inbox but I just don't want any more asks when I start going through ask games, as kind as it is for ppl to send asks in before reblogging one, I just wanna work through what I have. But don't worry, my DMs and submissions will still be open!

Thanks again to everyone who participated in F/ovember. I saw so much creativity in the way people answered their asks, and it was super fun reading through the ones I saw. Big thanks especially for those who were active sending out asks, and also quick apology for those I couldn't get asks out to. There were just a lot of you! 😳 Regardless, it's been a fun month, but I'm also looking forward to this lil spring cleaning- but in winter :3

#ruby rambles #mostly doing this cuz the numbers my drafts and inbox are at is. a lot 0-0 #but im looking forward to clearing it out as much as i can -w- #this queue boutta be so stuffed

[humancomedy]

Human Comedy: Humanity - 7

Hajime: Ahaha. You said "That's right!" even though I didn't even say anything yet... Mitsuru-kun, I can't catch up with you when you're always answering your own questions.

Content Warning!

Mentions of death within.

Location: Repayment Festival Stage (Ra*bits)

Hajime: Ahaha. You said "That's right!" even though I didn't even say anything yet... Mitsuru-kun, I can't catch up with you when you're always answering your own questions.

But I'll do my best to keep up, because I want to walk by your side.

"♪ ~ ♪ ~ ♪"

Come on, Tomoya-kun, join us...♪

Tomoya: I know, I know. Sheesh, lately it feels like I'm the one being left in the dust by you guys.

This sucks! I've gotta do better if I'm gonna be your leader from now on!

Tomoya: I'll do my best! Even if I'm "normal"! I'll just have to do it so well that people will be like, "Wow, the bar must be pretty high if that's what's considered 'normal'"!

"♪ ~ ♪ ~ ♪"

Nazuna: (Fufu. You guys have really grown so much. Though it may look like you're just playing around and doing whatever you want... Everything's coming together into one coherent performance.)

(This is it. This is Ra*bits' performance.)

(I feel like I'm watching my dear children perform in their school festival for the first time, going back and forth between worrying and rejoicing over them with every word and move they make... And before I know it, I've perked up, and feel a smile come to my face.)

(And my worn-out heart begins to heal.)

(Aah... Now I get it...)

(Hey, Tomo-chin, Hajime-chin, Mitsuru-chin... When we first met, you implored me to join, saying "Help us!")

(You were driven into a corner, with tears streaming down your faces.)

(And I didn't have anything else to do at the time. It was like I was just slowly dying, breaking a little more with every passing day...)

(I just couldn't leave you like that, so, on a whim, I decided to lend you a hand.)

(But, as the unremarkable days piled up, they became so precious to me. It's like a miracle... Thank you, God in Heaven.)

(I love all of you like family.)

(Aah... It's me who was saved by you.)

"♪ ~ ♪ ~ ♪"

Shu: (...Fufu. Their performance is just as adorable and relaxing as usual. It's cleansing for the heart.)

(Nito's looking fine as well. Lovely Nito... I'll be sincere and give you a round of applause. I'm sure you must've found your salvation.)

(There were nights when I cursed the unreasonable ways of this world and resented God. And yet, this world and the humans that inhabit it were thoughtfully created.)

(O Lord, how I envy you. Will I ever be able reach such heights before I take my final breath?)

Mika: Oshi-san... Sorry t'bother ya while yer all absorbed in watchin' the Ra*bits kids perform, but I'd like ya t'change before it's our turn to go on again, if it's alright with ya.

Shu: ......

Mika: Ah, so ya don't wanna do it after all? Were the outfits I made no good? Guess I'm no match for yer pair o' perceivin' eyeglasses, Oshi-san... [1]

Shu: I don't require glasses. Don't put me together with that third-rate writer.

He's the type to indirectly sing praises to himself by over-applauding that which boosts his own ego. That kind of behavior is utterly shameless.

Though, it's hard to accept the fact that I said this myself... It wasn't that clever of a jest.

Mika: Uhm... so what d'ya mean, exactly?

Shu: Don't bother thinking. You're too foolish for it.

...I simply didn't reply because I wasn't sure how to respond to you calling me "Oshi-san" when we're to be close friends and equals as artists from now on.

Mika: Ngah, but Oshi-san'll always be Oshi-san to me.

You're my ideal, a mentor I'll admire forever.

But if ya don't want me t'call ya that, then uhm... All right. It's a lil' embarassin', but I guess I can...c-call ya by yer name...♪

Shu: Eugh. Don't make this weird. Forget it; I said something ridiculous.

Mika: O-Okay... It feels off to me too 'cause I ain't used to it. If you're fine with me callin' ya Oshi-san then I'll stick with that, since it's way more comfy.

Shu: ...I've been thinking this for a while now, but that "Oshi-san" nickname doesn't have that beautiful of a ring to it. It's much too close to "Oji-san". [2]

Though it does have more favorable instances, like "Ashinaga Oji-san", or "My Daddy Long Legs".

But why did Nito start calling me that? That's who you've been imitating this whole time, yes?

Mika: Huh? So callin' ya Oshi-san was all Nazuna-nii's idea too? He left a surprisin' amount of stuff behind in our hearts...

Shu: Much like the way he named Valkyrie, his intentions remain a mystery. But this isn't the time to start asking ourselves about this or that.

As you can see, Nito is charming and full of happiness.

We shouldn't darken that joy with a discussion of ourselves—of Valkyrie.

There's a pun here that revolves around お眼鏡, which can mean both glasses and one's judgement, so I opted for localizing it a bit so it'd make sense.

AKA. "old man".

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#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars translation #nazuna nito #tomoya mashiro #hajime shino #mika kagehira #shu itsuki

[baka-writings]

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

Warnings: A tiny (Subin) bit of nsfw

YAY MY 1ST VICTON REQUEST

Also I went kinda overboard with Hanse, cuz I'm a biased bitch 😅

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐨

the sweetest bf ever, no kidding

honestly he'd do anything for you, anytime

like you wanna go on a date at midnight? you got it

he'd take care of you

lowkey forcing you eat your meals

and of course checking out if you eat your meals properly

he'd be the gentleman he is almost always whether he's tired or not

very affectionate

pda in front of other members? oh yEs

gives you random kisses 24/7

he'd be really quick to notice if there's something bothering you

he'd ask you about it and try his best to solve your problem

would listen to everything you're saying, nodding here and there

he's very serious when needed so if you were telling him something really serious/bad he'd be in the top 3 of the most understanding members in Victon

but he'd be also annoying like

challenging you in everything

he'd let you win tho, ngl

unless it was in bed😌

he's a strong man and fairly tall so no escaping

but even then he'd be such a gentleman

at first

later he wouldn't be that gentleman sorry not sorry

(later in the relationship/when you already did the deed etc)

he's a dom obviously

and very vocal if you ask me

i feel like he'd lOve to use his tongue anYwhere on you

would be rough most of the time but at the same time be careful not to hurt you

he'd love to pull your hair

and you better pull his too

also kinda kinky imo

he can go from 0 to 100 real quick, in bed as well

so you better watch out 😌

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐤

the sweetest bf ever no 2

he'd sing for you anytime you wanted

he'd be so happy if you compliment his singing

cooks for you

wouldn't let you cook so you'd have to plead him

he'd like nicknames you'd give him unless they are dumb 😂

my personal favorite for him is angel, cuz he sings like one and looks like one

he'd same as Seungwoo take care of you

like a true mom

eye smiles 24/7

unlike Seungwoo, he wouldn't show that much pda in front of the members cuz they'd tease him for that too

but would always stay close to you whenever you all hangout

he'd sing you before sleep and would get flustered if you actually didn't fall asleep and only listened to his singing

he'd like to have you close to him

especially when you sleep

WHICH REMINDS ME

😈

he's not as kinky as Seungwoo

but i think his biggest turn on would be your face while he's slamming himself inside of you

i can also lowkey see him liking to be slightly choked, but not too much

which reminds me

switch

i don't see him that vocal honestly

but would like you being vocal

yes he likes to keep you close during these times too sO he'd probably go too deep just to be close don't @ me

when you are done i see him switching to his momma self again and clean ya'll up

unless you want another round 😌

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧

aka my side hoe

clown 1/3

he'd talk the shit outta you

annoying

but cute

too much pda in front of others

unless someone teases him about it

then he'd add even more

pda with some inappropriate touches, always a yes for him

he wouldn't even try to hide it tbh

pls touch his dimples

he'd crack jokes whenever you're sad, mad, stressed etc

so honestly there would be NO time for such negative emotions ✨

but he'd also tease you sometimes so you better prepare some comebacks

when you two are already dating he might get a bit possessive i feel like

but not the jealous possessive

more like he'd be lowkey worried you'd leave him or something

mention his brother and he'll gladly introduce you, but would be protective af

talking about his bro, if you want to tease him or want him to make love to you, just say his bro was your bias in madtown and he'll show you why he should be the only one you look at ;)

but he wouldn't really show it unless needed

great kisser

like have you seen those lips?

delicious

cuddles every day, anytime and anywhere

he looks cute and innocent, but we know he ain't

call him byunchan (pervert + Chan in korean)

we all know what I'm talking about 😉

you should probably watch what you're saying cuz he will make double meanings and pervert things from anything

unless you want that

in that case get ready for some fun

kinda kinky tbh

a switch

those hips 🥵

he'd be slightly on the rougher side tbh

if his hips do the same thing as when he's dancing then well rip you

bitting kink

would maybe like to choke you while he overstimulates you 💀

𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐧

clown 2/3

another annoying one

would talk the shit out of you as well

every date is eating somewhere

him eating your food

eating competitions between you two

PDA!! Like he'd even show you off

compliments won't work on him cuz he knows he's all that

you'd like to scare him sometimes even with the help of his members

he'd cry

he'd let you borrow his hoodies

"it looks better on me tho"

he'd be happy if you jammed to his songs and sang his parts

wouldn't let you touch his dimples or kiss them for fREE

which means he has to have something in it to let you touch 'em

probably a kiss or something

such a tease

and a brat

he's a switch, nothing else

praising kink (recieving)

he'd be very confident in himself during these times too

would like his hair to be pulled

i can also see him liking mirror sex??

i mean seeing him fucking you from behind in the mirror sounds kinda hot if you ask me 🥵

also he is kinky too, but keeps his kinks a bit lowkey.. at first

would high-key love being tamed like a brat he is

oh and also i see him being vOcal, same like Seungwoo

not that rough, but deep thrusts making you lose it pretty soon ;) aka ego boost

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞

my main hOe

clown 3/3

loud af

pda in front of members

always

but for him I feel like it'd also be some kind of flirting and inappropriate touches so someone, probably Sejun would "get a room" y'all

tattoos, pls touch them

or lick them-

honestly, biased or not he'd be one of the best bfs from this group

he seems like he could kill a bitch, but we know he's a soft boy

sometimes

he'd be all giggly around you during your 1st days/weeks of dating

but then..ooof

a real clownery tbh

he'd like to be taken care of, like cooking for him, checking up on him and so on

that would make him so so so happy and happy Hanse is what we want

always.

he'd love you two have matching accessories like earrings or chokers! (so he could choke you later)

everytime he smiles, you smile and then he smiles when you smile and-

okay but then he'd also be a pervert and sometimes you'd have to go 'eH?' when he talks shit to check if you heard correctly or not

you'll always hear correctly

ya'll would paint each other's nails

everytime he makes a new song, he'd ask you what do you think because your opinion is important to him

he'd be a lil happy puppy when you compliment his songs (either solos or group songs since he co-writes the lyrics)

I'd like to think he wouldn't wake you up anNoYinGly as he did to Seungsik, but- uhh he would

you might challenge him in freestyle, he'd let you win and compliment your skills even If you were nOt as good as him (i mean is that possible?)

but also would be highkey shook If you did very good, he'd even forget his lyrics so you'd win

then he'd whine

anyway...a switch (dom lean)

his usual flirty line or when he's in the mood would be "mind tasting my piercing?"

and If you're in the mood just say "Sure If I can Do you as well"

honestly use the "Do Hanse" joke anytime and he's yours, truly..

i feel like he'd say something like "I'll Do you now" while he enters you and fucks you senseless (like he will dO you while hAnse is in you-)

vocal in bed, but mostly like high grunts

chOking both recieving and giving as well as bitting and all of these kinks

also..his tongue..with a rap like that I can't imagine how good he'd be eating you out ;)

rough thrusts all the way

keeps going when he hears your moans

𝐁𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

big baby

back hugs or any kind of hugs

lowkey a brat too tbh

dimples show off™

he'd be actually vEry happy if you touched his dimples lmao

that would make him kInda cocky

would sing for you randomly and also teach you some dances

he'd actually enjoy dancing and/or singing together

a great cuddle buddy tbh

he'd be very clingy

to impress you he'd act manly and just hOt (see gif)

but would sometimes fail, because you'd start laughing 💀

borrowing his hoodies and shirts

but never giving them back-

if you're a lot shorter than him, he'd for example help you reach high places

if you're not that short well

he'd put things even higher so you'd ask for his help

kinda petty imo

anYway not really kinky, but on the more vocal side in bed

don't @ me but a sub

i think his most visible kink would be you doming him 💀 honestly

also some dirty talk (recieving) while you bounce on him

i can also see him mAybe being into some ice play tbh

just think about it😈

he's not rough, not vanilla either...perfect middle path

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐧

a baby™

cuddles! always, whether you like it or not

i think he'd be teased by his hyungs

and told to use a protection

he'd just nervously laugh like ugH yeah sure

he'd be jelly if his pets greeted you before him or payed more attention to you

he'd pout

he can be very shy sometimes, so it'd take him ages to ask you out

he'd probably be accompanied by Seungwoo if you guys met 💀

if you by any chance go drinking, you should probably stop him tbh

he'd also pout if you called him cute

"I'm not cute *pout*"

which is cute

he maybe wouldn't necessarily sing for you as he'd be shy and not very confident

but would LOVE if you sang for him, it would make him fall in love with you more... especially if it was either his song or a song he loves

he'd never interrupt you, just listen to your voice

he'd love if he brought food to him when he practices (other members would be jelly and steal his food so you better bring them too then)

sometimes he'd tell you some weird/dirty jokes without thinking about them first

his excuse would be "Hanse said-"

now all jokes aside, he is a babie but when you two are alone he'd have those dirty times

however he'd be shy to ask for what he wants, like he'd never or rarely ask for it

but you'd see it on him anyway

like he'd be unfocused and talk less

a sub(in)

you could have so much fun with him honestly 😈

tsundere (Seungwoo said it, not me🤷🏻‍♀️)

his hidden kinky

would love bitting, both recieving and giving

for some reason i also see him liking having a collar with a chain so you can pull him whenever and wherever you like?😌

he would be vanilla of course but not that rough either, however his secret dream is to go rough tbh

also he is young so he might want to try many kinks as long as both of you want that

#kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #victon smut #victon #victon scenarios #victon reactions #han seungwoo #hanse #chan #heo chan #byungchan #sejun #do hanse #im sejun #subin #jung subin #seungsik #han seungwoo smut #hanse smut #seungsik smut #heo chan smut #byungchan smut #subin smut

[1kook]

jungkook + pure female pleasure

no joke that was deadass the title of the pornhub vid that inspired this tags: smut, domestic if u squint, handjob (f-receiving), a lil tit grabbin  wc: not even 2k lol  notes: why do all my ideas come to fruition at 1 am also this is one of many Jungkook fics I’ve started in the past week many of which will never see the light of day <3 god bless x2 bc its not proofread 

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Realistically, Jungkook knows you don’t mean to entice him the way you do. You just loved being in his general vicinity, loved being drowned in his affection, being the sole object of his attention. And he knows it’s the long, busy week you both had that’s making you like this tonight, extra cuddly and extra sweet to him. He’d almost died when you opened the door to your apartment, so soft and warm in one of his big t-shirts and a pair of shorts so little your ass fell out.

He was whipped, anyone could tell you as much, but Jungkook didn’t care. Sure, he’d been deeply connected with other women before, but the way you made him feel, the comfort and adoration you’ve brought him in only the past six months of dating, was surreal. He knows now, all those other relationships he’d been in? Those flings and short-lived romances? Child’s play compared to the sheer amount of love you drowned him in.

Which is why he feels bad when he tells you he can’t tonight, right after your fingers toy with the waistband of his joggers—he came here straight after the gym, smelly and stinky and gross, because if he had stopped at his home, he’d most likely lose the energy to come see you tonight, and after the week you’ve had he couldn’t do that to you—and your lips trail across his neck. He’d felt terrible, watching the tiny pout on your lips as you registered his confession, and even worse when you smoothed it over and assured him all was right so long as he was here beside you.

It’s been twenty minutes now, and Jungkook was out of it. Was it the guilt from not being able to please you? You, who had done everything in your power to grant Jungkook the happiest six months of his life thus far. Guilt... or shame that he was so tired he couldn’t please you, his literal goddess. He wasn’t sure, and between being caught up in those thoughts, and balancing the bowl of popcorn on his lap, his brain can’t keep up. The popcorn tumbles over after a particularly jerky movement from him, the buttery food toppling onto your lap where it immediately sets into your tiny shorts.

“Jungkook!” You gasp in surprise, hopping to your feet to brush the oil away quickly. He sputters into action, rounding up the sullied popcorn bits and dumping them back into the bowl—it had no use now anyway. “Ah,” you say, when the chaos dies over and you’re left greasy from the food. “I’m gonna go get changed real quick, okay?”

“Wait—I’m sorry,” he sighs, catching your wrist in his hand. You pause, regarding him with curious eyes as you watch him slump over in his seat. “I’m fucking up real bad tonight, aren’t I?”

You plop down beside him, and Jungkook feels even worse seeing how sleek your thighs are with popcorn oil. “You’ve done nothing wrong, baby,” you assure him, brushing a hand down the nape of his neck. He relaxes into the touch. “Well, you did waste all that popcorn and get me dirty, but!” He rolls his eyes, obsesses over the quirk of your smile a little too much to be normal. “Nothing my little Rumba and a shower won’t fix.”

He groans as he leans back into the couch, and you chuckle at his dramatics. You shift, and his eyes flicker down to your legs again. “Take these off,” he huffs, doesn’t realize the implications of his words until you’re kneeling beside him in a little black thong. He folds your shorts around, figures if they’re dirty they might as well get dirtier as he wipes your thighs with the cotton.

“My hero,” you tease, wiggle your shoulders at him, and that’s when it hits him.

He gives your body a brief once over, doesn’t miss the way your thighs shift about the longer he stares at you. A lightbulb goes off somewhere, and he’s tossing your shorts to the ground, tugging you into his lap. “Baby,” you laugh, body pliant against his palms as he shifts you about. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Jungkook presses a kiss to your mouth, and part of him revels in the way your lips drop open so easily for him, a tiny exhale escaping you as he pecks your lips a couple more times. “Come here,” he says, ignoring your question as he spreads his legs wide, maneuvering you to sit in the open space between with your legs thrown over one leg, upper body thrown over the other.

“Jungkook,” you warn once the realization hits you, but he shushes you by ducking down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Let me take care of you, doll,” he murmurs, grabs the knee closest to him in one hand, slowly trailing his palm across the meat of your thighs.

You say no more as you melt into his hold, and part of Jungkook is happy to see that he has the same effect on you as you do on him. He massages your inner thigh a little more, let’s his fingers barely brush against the fabric of your thong. “So good to me,” he says, and the noise from the tv fades away as his ears hone in on the shaky exhales leaving your throat.

Your lower lip trembles when he makes eye contact with you, awaiting his first move. When he finally does run his palm over your mound, your hips arch deliciously into the air. “Woah, woah,” he chuckles, pressing his other hand down against your hip to hold you down, though it eventually let’s go in favor of smoothing over your stomach and ribs.

“Jungkook,” you huff, and he hums, pressing his thumb down over your bud. “J-Jungkook!” You gasp, hips swiveling at the sudden contact. He shushes you, rubs his thumb in circles as you continue to twitch and wiggle about.

You were so sensitive, and he was so in love.

“So pretty,” he tells you, stretching his fingers down to rub over your clothed folds. You moan, and your ability to stay still slowly begins to wither away as he presses harder and harder into you. “Just wanna fuck your pretty little brains out,” he admits,

Your back arches, and his big t-shirt slides down (up?) your body, pooling just before the swell of your breasts. He knew you weren’t wearing a bra, had felt your soft chest when you’d hugged him at the door. He pushes your shirt out of the way, massaging your boobs. You cry out at the sensation, hips circling up into his palm.

“More, more,” you whine, legs and arms stretching out wildly the faster he rubs his thumb over your clit. But it’s not enough, Jungkook Can tell by the way your brow furrows and the way you press his hand tighter against your breast.

“Take these off for me, doll,” he encourages, tugging at the hem of your thong and watches the way it rolls into itself the further down it goes, until you’re kicking it off your ankle with no consideration. He knocks your knees apart, can’t help but salivate at the glistening folds that present themselves to him.

“So wet, and tight,” he mumbles, dives his finger down just barely between your folds. You squeal, bucking into his palm. “And so, so responsive.”

“Please, just touch… touch me,” you cry out, grinding into his palm.

“Don’t worry your pretty head off, sweetheart,” Jungkook assures you, slides the point of his middle finger past your folds and into your core. You’re tighter than he remembers, but so warm and inviting. “Wanna make you cum and cum, until you’re shaking,” he says, and though he’s become so riled up by seeing you like this, his heart still flutters when you grab onto his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt bunched between your clenched fist.

Without the presence of that skimpy thing, there’s nothing that stops him from pressing his thumb against your clit. You positively mewl at the touch, your leg sporadically kicking out, sending a throw pillow tumbling off the couch.

“Oh—oh!” You weep, hands desperate to hold anything, anything, and they find their place wrapped around his bicep and grappling onto the side of the couch cushion. Jungkook basks in your reactions, reaches both hands down to rub against your dripping pussy. Every touch of his fingers to your most sensitive parts riles you up more and more, hips bucking into his palm, only to jerk away right after.

“Keep still,” Jungkook coos, smooths a palm over your stomach to push you down again. You moan, the simple touch sending tingles down your spine. And when you squirm about again and end up with a foot dangling off the side of the couch, face so close and overwhelmed, Jungkook can’t help but slot his mouth against yours for the briefest of moments.

It’s apparently the wrong thing to do, because when he pulls away, you're nearly sobbing and desperate for more. “Jungkookie, ther—there!!” You shriek, use the foot on the ground to push your hips up into his palm.

He lets you, mostly because it’s usually Jungkook desperate and horny for you, so to see you quivering and sobbing on his lap, pussy spread out for him to toy with, it boosts something inside of him. He gives your clit another few rubs, swallows the loud moan that threatens to escape, before trailing his hand further down your center.

“No, no,” you cry, looking at Jungkook with watery eyes. Your skin is so warm, every inch soft under his roaming palms. “I’ll cum, Jungkook, I-I’ll com—“

He silences you with another kiss, and for someone who loves you so much, he absolutely adores the way your lips tremble against his, the more distraught you become. “That’s the plan, doll,” he huffs out a quiet chuckle, smiles down at you as your face twists in pleasure.

���Koo—Kook!” You sob, hips bucking wildly into his palm, and Jungkook doesn’t even try to hold you down anymore, let’s you squirm and flail about as you chase your high. His fingers don’t slow either, rubbing against your glistening folds and your clit, until you’re sobbing his name some more.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he croons, reaching down to massage your breasts again. You cry out, flailing wildly. Your back arches so prettily, Jungkook thinks you could have been a renaissance statue, and you come.

“J-Jungkook,” you weep, body releasing a tiny series of twitches as your pleasure washes over you, and you cum all over his hand. He tries his best to keep it from staining your couch, but you come so much that he can barely push it back into you. “Jungkookie,” you whisper a second time, when the waves are beginning to slow and his fingers become too much.

He rushed to reassure you he’s still there, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Right here, baby,” he murmurs, kissing down your face until he’s sucking against the soft spot behind your ear.

“Fuck,” you murmur, limbs still loose and weak against him.

He hums, pumps his fingers into you one last time, much to your surprise, because he loved the slick feeling of your warm heat enveloping him. “Feel good?” He asks, and you release another pitiful whine when his fingers curl inside of you. He muffles a smile against your jaw.

“Uh huh,” you groan, hips twitching again. You clench around his digits, and Jungkook wonders just how many more times he can unravel you tonight.

#jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #goldenclosetnet #jjk smut #jeon jeongguk smut #bts smut #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #mine #ksmutclub #jungkook drabble #jjkd

[anotherimaginethatblog]

Family Gatherings

Meet the parents.

Pairing: Kenny x reader

Warnings: small mention of something cheeky ... maybe more in part 2

Summary: you finally make the trip to meet Kenny’s family.

so i finally found the time to sit and write a little and this ended up being a lil longer than expected bit ive enjoyed writing this one, probably be a part two (possibly 3) so let me know what you think x 

hope you like it 

You were nervous, you had been since the day Kenny booked your airline ticket to Winnipeg so you could finally meet his family. You had heard all the stories about them, and they sounded lovely, but you were still, naturally nervous. Constant thoughts had flown through your head since the day you packed, what if they didn’t like you? Didn’t approve of you? you took another sip of your drink hoping the soothing flavour would relax you.

An hour later the pilot informed the plane full of weary passengers that the flight would be making its late arrival at the airport shortly, you began to gather your things up and pack them back into your designer backpack Kenny had bought you as a gift but couldn’t help thinking you’d made a mistake by bringing it, what if they thought you were showing off? Too gaudy? “breathe” you told yourself “it’ll be fine, they’ll love you” you said trying to boost your self-confidence.

“sorry mam, but would you mind stowing your bag? Were going to land soon that’s all” asked the kind stewardess who had given you that extra miniature off the drinks trolly earlier, probably due to the anxiety she saw on your face after striking up a conversation about why you’d be visiting Winnipeg in November.

“sure, sorry” you smiled back.

 Finally, After the stress of the queue at passport control, your bag coming off the plane last and trying to find your way out of the baggage hall altogether you were here. You grabbed your phone out of your bag to see a text from Kenny already, “waiting in the arrivals hall, ring me when your out” it read. You dialled his number and he picked up immediately, so quick he must have been waiting for you thought. “finally, you here yet?” he laughed.

“yeah, just got through, been a nightmare” you replied, “where you at?” you asked him.

“just at the coffee shop with my dad, well wait here for you. You’ll see it if you walk to the end”.

“okay babes see you in a sec” you replied before hanging up, instantly feeling nervous. His dad. You were going to meet his dad for the first time in an airport after hours of travel. Fantastic.

You saw Kenny straight away, those two-tone curls where recognisable anywhere. He looked relaxed and rested whilst he sat chatting to his dad unbeknown to you about how nervous he was for you to see his home and family. “what if she thinks I’m a huge loser once she’s seen I’m just a weird kid from Canada?” he asked his dad. His anxiety spiking in anticipation.

“she won’t, she sounds a great girl and clearly likes you so stop worrying.” His dad replied smiling at his son.

So deep in conversation they hadn’t seen you approach, “hey ken” you said, smiling from ear to ear at finally being reunited.

“babe, you look amazing, I missed you so much” said Kenny, words spilling out with a huge smile in his face as he looked you up and down, clearly appreciating the effort you had made. “this is my dad, (y/n)” he said stepping to the side to introduce the older gentleman who looked very much like his son.

“hi, I’m (y/n), I’m so happy to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you Kenny always talks about you” you replied any nerves melting away at how normal and nice he seemed, internally laughing at why you were so nervous in the first place.

“nice to meet you too, we’ve heard everything about you I’m so glad you managed to make it out. Big freeze on the way” he said. “let’s get home, before it’s too dark and your mother kills us for being late.” He laughed.

Kenny grabbed your bags and you both followed to the car as soon as you left the terminal you regretted your choice of coat. The leather jacket though warm was not enough to keep your heat against the cold Canadian weather “I told you to get a good coat (y/n)” said Kenny shaking his head at you.

“okay, I just thought you where exaggerating” you replied shivering.

“your so cute, its not far to walk” he said.

After realising Kenny’s definition of short walk was not the same as yours you reached the car and were incredibly grateful when his dad opened it for you so you could jump straight in. “thankyou” you told him while he cranked the heat up for you.

“no problem, its not a far drive either so well have you home and warm in a little while” he told you smiling at your lack of appreciation for the Canada winters.

 After a 40-minute drive you were at Kenny’s childhood home, it was just what you had imagined after hearing all of the stories from him about living in the suburbs as a kid. It was your classic suburban home with a lawn out front and a porch to sit on. It was actually really cute, you where excited to see inside. Kenny’s dad got out and left you two to make your way in, all of a sudden you where back to the nervous girl on the plane with the millions of questions about whether you where enough flooding your brain. All of a sudden Kenny planted his lips on yours and you snapped out of whatever you where thinking of immediately “they’re gonna love you, because I love you” he said. It was like he could read your mind and you kissed him back, you’d missed him so much in the time you’d been apart and if it wasn’t for being in his dads car outside his parents house you’d have climbed over and had him right there in the car. The moment was perfect for it … but the location was severely lacking. “we better get in the house before my mom sends my dad back out to get us” he smirked pulling away, clearly thinking the same thoughts you had been a few minutes prior.

“okay” you smiled back “lets go”.

 Once inside the house you felt relaxed all of a sudden, it felt like a home and all the stress you had had about the visit faded away. You took your coat and shoes off and followed Kenny into the kitchen where a beautiful blonde lady stood at the counter. “Tyson, and this must be (y/n). your so pretty” she said patting her son on the shoulder in an approving manor.

“thanks mom, I’m glas you two finally get to spend some time together. It’ll be nice to have the family all under one roof again.” He replied, with his mum giving you the once over.

“I’m so glad you’ve finally brought us a girl home, I thought you’d never setlle down to be honest” she said teasing her only son.

“mom” he said laughing back “I’m gonna take our stuff up, my room yeah?” he asked

“mhmm, and (y/n) across the hall” she said trying to gauge her sons reaction.

“your joking, I’m a grown man mom” said Kenny laughing trying to cover for the fact he’d been wanting to get you into bed since he’d seen you in the airport in those skin tight pants he loved so much.

“Its fine” you interjected not wanting to upset Kenny’s mum and to stop a fight over a room before you’d even settled in. “its fine, I totally respect that. We respect that don’t we ken” you said looking at him with pleading eyes to drop it.

“fine, its fine” he said turning to walk upstairs leaving His mum feeling guilty, though she would never admit it. Honestly she had no problem with the two of you sharing a room but who wants to hear the inevitable through thin walls on the first weekend of meeting your sons possible future wife.

“thankyou” she mouthed quietly to you smiling at how gracious and kind you had been at trying to avoid an awkward situation on your first meeting. You smiled back and followed Kenny upstairs to your room for the next few days. It was a gorgeous guest room, you dropped your bags off and crossed the hall to see Kenny in his childhood room. It was painted blue and like you expected there where wrestling and hockey pictures and posters all over the walls. “cute,” you said smiling at him

“its changed a little but not much” he said smiling back “my mom painted but put all my pictures back up” he laughed.

“that’s sweet, she probably wanted it to be the same for when you got back” you said.

“not that I ever got the chance much” Kenny sadly replied.

“she understood why though” you mentioned reassuringly with your arm on his back.

“you know, I never thought id get a hot girl in my room” he said laughing

“you still wont” you said getting up to go downstairs “come on lets go hang out” you laughed Kenny following reluctantly.

 you spent the rest of the evening chilling out in the kitchen, drinking wine with his mum while him and his dad watched sports on tv. “I’m glad I got to meet you” his mum said to you smiling

“me too, I’m so glad to finally meet everyone and happy for Kenny to spend some family time at home, he’s always on the road I’ve told him he needs to make more of an effort” his mum appreciating your words.

“yeah but he’s busy doing what he loves, I would never tear him away from that” she said laughing at him and his dad.

A few hours later it was time to head to bed, his mum and dad had called it a night a few hours earlier but you and Kenny had stayed up to chill and watch a little tv together. “I’m heading up babe” you said pecking him on the cheek

“okay babe me too then” he said getting up to turn everything off  before following you upstairs

You waited for him at the top of the stairs, pulling him into a hug “guess ill see you in the morning” you teased

“unless you wanna sneak over in a little bit” he teased

“Kenny … no, I don’t want to disrespect your mom” you said back shrugging.

“okay okay, can I at least get a hand job in the bathroom” he laughed  

“goodnight Kenny” you said turning to walk away.

After completing your evening routine you settled down for the night, it was hard to drift off knowing your man was just over the hall, who you had been dying to touch since before the last time you had said goodbye all those weeks ago. Eventually your eyes began to feel heavy and just as you where settling in for the night your phone began to buzz, straight away you knew who it was. – im lonely- it read, you rolled your eyes, it was gonna be along night.

#kenny omega imagine #kenny omega fanfiction #kenny omega x reader #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #wrestling imagine #wrestling fanfiction

[wings-flames-and-thirium]

Cupcakes | Fatgum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)

A/N: AH!! Okay, so I was still at Uni today, but now I can finally post the story I’ve been working on! This is my first time writing for Fatgum and also my first NSFW piece. I tried to do both a SFW and a NSFW part, so, if you’re just up for some fluff, go for it and if you’d like to read something smutty, simply click the “keep reading” link. 👀

And thank you so much @lady-bakuhoe & @thunderdenki for proof and beta reading! You gave me the confidence to finally try and write smut. ILY guys <3

Warnings: nsfw, food play, oral sex

“Come on y/n, you got this”, you tried to give yourself a little encouraging pep-talk, but you couldn’t help but be shaky and nervous.

It was just another ordinary day as the sidekick of the BMI hero, Fatgum, but you finally wanted to show your gratitude towards him properly. You felt like you have learned so much and have improved significantly since you started working here. All the patrols, filling out police reports and occasional fights with villains that caused trouble gave you a much-needed boost. You weren’t exactly confident in yourself or your quirk to begin with. Even after you graduated from U.A you didn’t think that any hero agency would take you in. So, it took you by surprise that a popular hero like Fatgum accepted your request to be his next sidekick. His previous one had transferred to another agency, so he offered the place to other heroes, but you never imagined he would pick you.

You honestly owed him a lot. Not only the part of taking you as his sidekick beside him but most importantly, helping you with your self-esteem and strengthen your quirk. You had become way more skilled and even more confident overall. It was probably due to the amount of praise he gives you on the daily. He is known for being sweet and kind towards all people, be it civilians or his interns, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit more special. You felt you to had tied a pretty strong bond by working together for the past months and it seems like so did Fatgum. He really grew fond of you after spending so much time together, always talking to you and wanting to know how you’re doing. He took you out to eat on numerous occasions, even outside of work because he enjoyed your company so much. On one instance, he even let you stay at his place after a particularly hard fight with a villain which left you pretty badly bruised. He made sure to patch you up and take care of you afterward. Of course, these could all be attributed to his kind nature, but you couldn’t help but feel that there’s more to it. Or at least you hoped there was.

That’s why you decided to give him a small gift as a sign of your gratitude today. And what better gift you thought than cupcakes. You knew Fat’s favourites were Takoyaki, but he definitely wasn’t opposed to a sweet treat here and there. It was a small gesture, but it was something.

And that’s how you got into the situation you found yourself in this morning. Standing in front of his hero agency, legs shaky and a box filled with chocolate-strawberry cupcakes in your hands. You still struggled to go inside the building you went inside on the daily without problems for the last months. Something was holding you back, but you couldn’t quite grasp what it was. Maybe the gift was just a stupid idea, but then again, you were so grateful that he had been this supportive, so you couldn’t just go on without letting him know.

Deciding to stop before you started overthinking too much, you went inside the building and to the locker room to change into your hero costume, as you did every day. Fatgum had already told you yesterday that another patrol around the city was planned for today, so nothing too out of the ordinary. However, there was always the chance of running into a villain, but you were sure you both could handle it.

The day went by rather smoothly. When you returned, Fatgum told you to get changed because he discovered a new restaurant he wanted to go to with you.

However, you tried to take as much time as possible to put on your civilian clothes. Your eyes landed on the box in your locker, the thought of giving him the baked treats now more terrifying than before. Would he accept them?

After you changed, you walked into his office with the box hidden behind your back.

A desperate, but poor attempt at hiding it.

“Hey, y/n, watch'a got there?”

“Damnit”, you cursed under your breath.

You looked around the room nervously. Deciding it was probably no use in hiding this from him any further, you pulled out the red box from behind your back. Fatgum looked at you with a questioning look, brow slightly raised as you placed the box down in front of him.

“I-” you began but a lump formed in your throat, making it hard to speak. You fumbled with your thumbs for a moment before opening the box in one swift movement. “I made these for you”, you mumbled, a faint blush now spreading on your cheeks.

The pro hero’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw the contents of the box in front of him. He looked back up at you.

“Y/n… you made these cupcakes for me?” he asked.

You nodded, not able to answer yet. Your head hung low, hair, covering your shut eyes, cheeks fully flushed.

You finally took the initiative to speak, opening your mouth slowly, words just flooding out all of a sudden like they were your last, “I made these for you as… as a sign of my g-gratitude. Thanks to you I’ve grown so much in using my quirk and also in trusting myself. I’ve gotten so much stronger since you accepted me as your sidekick and I couldn’t just go on without letting you know that. I owe you so much. Everything you did for me. Just… thank you!”

You heard a chuckle from the man before you and looked up. His cheeks had reddened at your words and he just couldn’t hold back anymore. Fatgum stood up from his desk and pulled you into a tight hug. You could feel your body sink into his stomach as his hands squeeze your back.

“Y/n! That’s so sweet of you! By the way, how did you even know these were my favourite flavour? And you made them yourself? That’s amazing!”, he practically boomed and you could clearly feel how touched he was by your gift.

 "Uhm, Fat?“ you remarked as your body sunk into him even more, making it a bit hard to get back out of his grasp. Not that you had anything against his hugs.

"Ah, sorry,” he said, laughing nervously as he pulled back. “What I also wanted to say is: It’s been really great working with you. You’ve made so much progress. I’m proud of you and-” he paused for a moment, “You are a real cutie, you know that?”

Your face heated up at his compliments. “Thank you, Fatgum”

“Just call me, Taishiro, alright? I told ya that already”, he laughed. “Now, let’s see how these taste, shall we?”

He walked back to his chair and sat down.

“Wanna enjoy these together, cutie?” he asked in a low, almost seductive tone, patting on his thighs to signal you to sit down.

Your blush deepened at the nickname as you made your way towards him. As soon as you were in arms reach, he took your hand and pulled you into his lap. You couldn’t ignore the fact that you felt quite aroused, being able to be this close to him, your back resting against his big, soft belly.

He reached over and took a cupcake out of the box, putting it in his mouth. His eyes lightened up as he chewed on the sweet treat.

“Wow, those are amazing y/n! Simply delicious!”, he said between chews. “You should have some too, you made them after all”.

He grinned, grabbing two more cupcakes out of the box. He ate one while putting the other one to your lips, watching you intently as you took a bite out of it. He bit down on his bottom lip, not being able to deny how hot you looked when some strawberry frosting lingered on your lips.

“You got a lil’ something there, sweetcheeks,” he said in an almost growling manner. He turned your head towards him and whispered, “Let me get that off you, may I?”

Before you could answer, you felt his tongue on your lip, trailing along to wipe the remains of the frosting. You moaned as he now moved in to kiss you deeply. Both of you moaned when your tongues clashed together.

Too soon, though, he pulled away, “Hmm, I always, hah, wondered what else that pretty mouth of yours can do”

“I can show you”, you shyly replied, the kiss leaving you yearning for more.

He groaned in response and you took that as a yes. You moved up from the comfortable position in his lap and slowly began sliding down his body. He linked your lips together one last time before you moved to kneel down in front of his chair, working on his belt.

"Sorry to do this at a time like this, sweetheart, but your cupcakes are just too damn delicious”, he said while reaching to the box to get another one of your treats.

You hummed, unbuckling his pants and pulling them down in one movement. He was definitely a lot bigger than you imagined and had quite a thick girth as well. You could already see how his member twitched, turned on from your make-out session. The mere thought of how he would feel inside you sent bolts of pleasure to your core and you immediately started to kiss up and down his length, licking along the underside which made him bite back a moan. You managed to swallow a good amount of his length and started bobbing your head.

“Fuck, sweetcheeks, that’s it,” Fat moaned as you stopped you movements to suck on the sensitive head. Your tongue moved to his slit, collecting the precum that had gathered there, enjoying it’s salty but slightly sweet taste on your tongue.

He grabbed the fifth piece of cupcake and ate it without hesitation. Just as he swallowed the dessert, you moved to bob your head again but flinched when his cock suddenly swelled and grew a little in size.

“Don’t, ah, don’t push yourself, cutie. You’re already doing so well”, he said, his mouth filled with the sixth cupcake. His cheeks were flushed, pure lust hidden in his eyes.

You tried not to choke and relax your jaw, moving your mouth further down his length, to get as much in as possible. His thick cock swelled up a even more and you could feel it stretch out your mouth, making you drool. It took all of his willpower not buck his hips up into your warm cavern.

“If you keep doing that I- oh fuck, yes. You’re so good with that pretty little mouth of yours”, he praised, letting out another groan.

You did your best to adjust to the growing and swelling member in your mouth. You moved up to swirl your tongue over his slit again, as Fatgum quickly stopped you. He held your mouth open between his fingers now, coating his fingers with frosting and pushing them into you. You wasted no time sucking on his digits, tasting the sweet cream on them.

 Taishiro watched you closely. How you moved your skilled tongue around his fingers with closed eyes, sucking eagerly on them to get every last bit of frosting off. You opened your eyes to lock them with his, earning you a lustful groan.

While you continued to lick off the cream, you snuck both of your hands around his throbbing cock and started to pump it slowly. Fat withdrew his fingers as your pace increased, throwing his head back and let out another moan.

“Please”, he whimpered desperately, gripping your hair as he guided your head back to his cock.

Understanding, you encircled his member with your hot mouth again, sucking down hard.

“Ah, f-fuck!”, he almost screamed, “That’s it sweetcheeks, you’re doing so fucking well. You’re gonna make me-”

Hot liquid shot into your mouth, painting your throat in white, making you gag a little by the amount.

“Oh, shit”, Taishiro said worryingly as he exhaled deeply, coming down from his high. “Everything okay, y/n?”

He reached down to tilt your chin up, watching as you gulped down as much cum as you could manage. There was still a reasonable amount dropping out of your mouth

The pro-hero smiled, his cheeks flushed. “You’re such a cutie, you did so well, sweetcheeks. C'mere.”

With that, he pulled his boxers back up and pulled you back into his lap, bringing his arms around your waist to cuddle you tightly, kissing your cheek.

“You honestly make awesome cupcakes. Those were delicious. Are you going to make those again for me?”, he asked.

“Hmm, of course, Taishiro”, you hummed in response, letting your exhausted body sink into his belly.

“My sweetie,” he mumbled while grinning contently into your neck.

After a while you shuffled again, looking up at him “Do you want to eat the rest?”

“Thought you’d never ask”

#bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fatgum #fatgum x reader #fatgum fluff #fatgum smut

[orange-waterfalls]

Reader w/wings hc's p.2: lesser- known egos/egos i just didn’t wanna put in the last one

ty @fancybootm for the request!

A/N: IT’S BEEN A WHOLE ASS MONTH SINCE I GOT THIS I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. school is suck. anyways. my brain convinced itself that I had to have the same amount of egos in this one as the last one so shit's long again. I had a bit of trouble but scrounged up enough of them. uhhh I don't... we don't really know a lot? about the personalities of these ones? so I just went with what I thought. for Heistiplier, I like to think Mark in AHWM and ADWM is a completely separate person from Actor. Like until we get to the Actor timeline he is a separate person altogether. Night Guard Mark is like mark from the fnaf musical because i can and fuck you. the egos are very random and from many lesser known videos so uh. you might not know all of them. I didn’t even know all of them at first. some of these fuckers annoy me to no end so I had to make them more likable for my own sanity cjfufydy. I only skimmed through after I wrote so it might suck lol. Uh rated T for cursing. Mentions of religion and mental health. Enjoy!

Y/N(reader) w/ wings headcanons p.2

Ed Edgar saw you as a profiting opportunity.

Bastard only uses you for commercials at first

Wings sell shit, don’t they? Kids are into wings these days?

One day you get pissed and just punch him

He respects you after that…

He’s very loud, of course, and your ears tend to be sensitive

He tries to quiet down when he sees you make a face

It’s difficult because that… that’s just his normal volume

He talks about his son sometimes. Not to you specifically

He gets sad… you still don’t completely understand what happened.

Sometimes it feels like he doesn’t either

You instinctively wrap your wings around him for Safety and Comfort

He is a MAN who DOES NOT CRY but goddammit, he was close 

He enjoys your company

The Silver Shepherd thought he was gonna rescue you

He’s a superhero, he HAS to save you, right?

Nah, you’re the one saving him more often than not

He tries not to be jealous, but goddamn

Your wings are just. So big. And pretty

He’ll complain to you about his girlfriend “cheating” on him

You know the bullshit he pulls, but you listen because why not

He appreciates that you at least pay a little bit of attention

He doesn’t do a whole lot of hero work, but he usually brings you along

Just for a bit of extra support

More often than not, you’re doing most of the work

You let him believe he did something, though

You boost his very low ego, and so you get along

Derek Derekson was a little bitch

Also saw you as a profiting opportunity

Yelled sometimes when you messed up

You took deep breaths and tried to stay calm the first few times

Then you snapped, calling him a variety of... words...

He stopped yelling at you, but not much else changed

You got along well with Eric, and he appreciated you for that

He does care about his only living son, at least a little

You two don’t… talk a lot

He’ll watch you from afar, occasionally

You constantly encourage him to TALK TO HIS CHILD and GO TO THERAPY

You still don’t like him, and he feels the same way

But he’s… trying

Randall Voorhees thought you were badass

He wasn’t as used to magic and weird shit as the others

You were absolutely awesome to him

He’d never seen an angel before!

Even though he didn’t really KNOW that you were an angel

He just assumed and refused to change his mind

Harder to hide you wings in crowded cities, like where he lives

You spend a lot of your time with him cooped up in his apartment

He felt bad, so he rents a mountain cabin up in Albany whenever you visit

You two ski and snowboard look me in the eyes and tell me the bitch isn’t a snowboarder

He’s a construction worker, so he’s usually busy

You visit him on his lunch break sometimes.

The other workers claim to see you, but he’ll always deny it

He buys a pizza whenever you visit and you eat it together

You two are so cute it’s sickening

Yandereplier claimed you as their new senpai

They saw you, you had wings, you were nice

And now you are Senpai

You aren’t sure why you get a weird feeling whenever they call you this

Luckily, you don’t have many friends, at least none that they could kill…

They showed you their weapon collection to impress you

You were scared and also impressed

They take you to a cherry blossom tree near their house

You talk and hang out and eat lunch

They don’t call you senpai anymore and they talk to you normally

And you no longer stare at the blood on their uniform

Night Guard Mark prayed you wouldn’t try to kill him

He might have PTSD from Freddy Fazbear’s

Those animatronics left a mark…

It took a little while for him to trust you not to harm him

When he did, HOO BOY is he a chatterbox

He has so many theories about the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Chain

Dark’s told you not to talk about the actual lore. It might break his spirit

You get very worried sometimes

He looks like that one picture of Charlie Day. You know the one.

Sometimes he gets panic attacks

You wrap him in a cocoon of your limbs and wings to ground him

He likes you for that

You hang out, playing games and watching movies. No horror. Absolutely NONE

You can handle him, and he likes you

Dr. Plier was curious about you

He wondered how you felt about… everything

He asked if you were ok one day and you broke down

He felt guilty and bought you ice cream

He sees you as a sort of… psychological experiment

Like he asks you very strange and slightly personal questions

Ok, very personal, but he’s a therapist, what can you do

He eventually stopped the interrogation and talked to you normally

You get along fine, but it’s kind of the same situation as Dr. Iplier

Chef Iplier wasn’t really all that phased

You were surprised by this because… well… wings

But he just… treats you normal, for the most part.

Sometimes he’ll pet your wings, but only if you let him

He loves how soft your feathers are

He doesn’t make that his entire perception of you

It’s a nice change of pace

He tries to cook for you sometimes, but uh. It doesn’t go well

You’re still confused as to how someone can set a glass of water on fire

You mostly just order take out

You hang out like normal people

Which neither of you are, but you’re both fine with that

Paranormal Investigator Mark is obsessed with figuring you out

Nearly had a panic attack when he first saw you

He wanted to prove the supernatural exists, but he didn’t have a lot of evidence before

And then your mystical-ass came along

Like the Jims, he tried to get pictures, and they all ended up blurry

He threw a fit over it, and you felt kinda bad

You tried to take the picture yourself but it came out the same

He gave up after a while

He info dumps about paranormal stuff to you

It can last from 5 minutes to 5 hours

You do pay attention though, and that makes him happy

He takes you on investigations sometimes

You don’t do much except break shit with those giant wings of yours

He stopped taking you on investigations

Cooliplier is not sure what to think

You have wings! Great! There’s absolutely nothing he can do about that

Not the most normal, but not the weirdest either

He tends to put on a tough-guy persona around new people

You were a lil intimidated

Then you became friends and mans did a full 180 around you

Went from “Your daughter calls me daddy too” to “I’ll have her home by 9 sir”

His personality is sort of a mix of the two

Catch you both screaming the lyrics to Mr. Brightside at 12:00 am

Took you to a mosh pit once

You got kicked out cause of the wings

He felt bad, but you had fun

He teaches you how to dance and roller skate

You also go for rides on his motorcycle

Once you just started flying while he was driving and it was the most fun shit ever

You’re “buds”, as he often tells you

Goopiplier likes you a lot

They like having another not-completely-human creature to talk to

I mean, some of the others aren’t exactly human…

But they’re not the best conversationalists…

Then again, neither is goop.

They mention the Dark Gods ONCE and suddenly no one wants to talk to them…

But you do!! Yay!!!

You mostly just hang out, do whatever

Watch movies, play games, or just talk

They like to draw you

They’re not very good, but you keep them all anyways

Sometimes they do… rituals. While you’re around

You are… a little scared, but that’s okay!

You have sleepovers and act like teenagers

You mock the others and then giggle, getting louder as you go

They’re not that funny, but you had to be there

Elder Jeremiah is terrified of you

He nearly pissed his pants when he saw you

He thought he was finally going to have to pay for his sins

He started crying, and you panicked

Why the FUCK was this 20-something-year-old well-dressed man crying at you???

He dropped his bike and fell to his fucking knees and begged for forgiveness

You felt very uncomfortable with the whole situation

You told him to get up bc he was dirtying up his pants

He eventually stopped crying and you told him you were not an angel

Also not a demon, as you said when he asked

He avoids you, mostly, still thinking you’re gonna drag him down to hell

He stopped the uh. The stealing since you came around

He will hang around/with you sometimes to see if you “reveal your true form”

You haven’t yet, and never will, BUT WHEN YOU DO, HE’LL BE THERE

He does think you’re very nice, though

Preistiplier thinks you’re an angel sent to assist him

He is doing holy work, it only makes sense that He would send a helper

He was disappointed, to say the least

He then came to the conclusion that you lost your memory of being an angel

You couldn’t exactly dispute it, since you don’t remember

So, he takes you on hunts

You don’t do much except make a bunch of fucking NOISE with your WINGS

He’d hoped you’d smite the demons

Or at least scare them, but they know you’re not an angel

He still takes you on hunts because, he’d never admit it, but he… gets scared

You promised not to tell a soul

You confess your sins to him sometimes

They’re usually not what he considers sins, but he listens anyways

He thinks you are a good person, and he enjoys conversations with you

Heistiplier was just normal around you

Well… as normal as he can be

You’d enjoy his company a lot more if he didn’t have such a god complex

You still like him a lot

He likes you too

Even if you did refuse to rob a bank with him

He’s a very… exciting person

Though you don’t really want to be around him when he gets upset

The entire world literally seems to revolve around what he does

He’s a drama queen, and completely feral

It’s worrying at times

You two are normal friends

Playing video games, watching youtube, etc. etc.

You listen to his stories and wonder how he's not dead yet

But you can admit, he's really fucking funny

#markiplier egos #markiplier alter egos #ed edgar #silver shepard #derek derekson #randall voorhees #yandereplier #fnaf mark #night guard mark #dr plier #chef iplier #paranormal investigator mark #cooliplier #goopiplier #elder jeremiah #preistiplier #heistiplier #dateiplier #x reader headcanons #x reader

[that-sw-writer]

Cloak and Dagger II

PART ONE

EPILOGUE

Notes: I think I’m gonna do a lil epilogue to this, I don’t wanna call it a part III because it won’t really be, it will just be a flash forward in time to sorta round up the story!

Word count: 3814

Warnings: mentions of torture, blood and violence... but also fluff still

Summary: With your undercover mission now a train wreck, your only option is to fight your way out of the First Order.  But the big question is: can you rely on Kylo to help you or not?

"I'm sorry too."

Those had been your final words before you made your move.  You inched your left hand forwards from where it was raised above your head and summoned your Lightsaber hilt.  It came flying out from where it had been strapped to your right thigh, passing easily through the slit in your dress.

You activated it, the blue blade roaring to life.  Immediately every trooper surrounding you took a cautious step back, and even Kylo looked shocked - nobody had anticipated you to be armed.  You drew the blade back to hold it with both hands in a defensive stance across your face, the Saber casting a blue glow over your skin.

"Don't."  Kylo quietly warned you, Pryde shooting him a glance, awaiting orders.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and that said enough.  You weren't going to surrender, and that left Kylo between a rock and a hard place.  He didn't want to order fire on you, but he had no choice.  The entire First Order was watching him now, the pressure was all on his shoulders as Supreme Leader.

"Fire."  He said, his voice catching in his throat slightly.  Ten stormtroopers, he knew they wouldn't pose an issue for you.  But that was what he was afraid of, the moment that he had to step in and do something himself.

Before the troopers could react, you pushed a number of them away with the Force, and whilst the others began to fire their blasters you had a chance to block and deflect the bolts.  Some of the deflected bolts flew back and hit unwitting troopers, and this technique had the crowd thinning quickly.

Meanwhile all of the guests watched on in earnest.  Only guests of the First Order would avidly watch conflict rather than run from it.

The dress had plenty of manoeuvrability, however you couldn't say the same for the heels that your feet were trapped in.  But you just had to make do.

As the stormtroopers you had pushed away recovered and began to fire on you, you threw yourself down and slid across the floor to close the gap between you and them.  Before climbing back to your feet you sliced at one trooper's ankles, sending him tumbling to the ground.

The remaining three were easy pickings, you threw your Saber at one and it struck him to the ground.  Whilst your weapon was out of your grasp, you outstretched your left hand and pulled a trooper into your hand.  Meanwhile, your Saber flew back into your right hand just in time for you to slice down the man in your grip.

"Enough."  Kylo interjected, catching your attention just before you cut down the last trooper, who breathed a sigh of relief to have his life spared.

You turned back to the Supreme Leader, to the man you loved, twirling your Saber in your hand.  The blue hue contrasted with your red dress, but nobody in that room could deny that you looke powerful.

Bile rose in Kylo's throat as he pulled out his own Saber.  He was silently pleading with you to surrender, to not make him have to do this.

The trooper near you was quickly backing off, allowing the Supreme Leader to take control.  Pryde stood and watched and the guests... they looked like they were on the verge of placing bets.  They were perhaps enjoying it a bit too much.

"You know I'm not going to kill you."  You said as you began to circle each other.

"I know."  He replied, his eyes were so conflicted.

Whether he would kill you or not was a different story.  But deep down you believed that he loved you enough to spare you.

Aware of judgemental gazes, Kylo eventually swung his Saber at you.  It was a sloppy movement, and you deflected it with ease.  He was toying with you, trying to bide his time whilst he came up with a plan.

The only good option for you in this scenario was escape, but that was much easier said than done.  Poe was on standby waiting for your call, all you had to do was somehow knock Kylo out - nobody else would stand a chance against you.

Your blades clashed, the red and blue hues sending purple sparks flying through the air.  However, you kicked his shin to get free, your heeled shoe making the impact even more painful.  At least they were good for something.

As Kylo grunted and stumbled backwards to recover, you didn't give him time as you swung at him again, slow enough that you knew he would have time to counter it.  Your brain was abuzz, trying to work out the best way to floor Kylo without actually hurting him.  Meanwhile his own thoughts were mirroring yours, but he had the additional pressure of not being able to let you win as it would severely hurt his reputation as Supreme Leader.  Hell, he barely had a reputation yet, which would make losing to a Jedi an even worse start to his reign.

The two of you were locked in a stalemate combat for some time.  You knew every one of his moves, just as he knew yours.  You had been training together for nearly your whole lives, there was no tactic one of you knew that the other didn't.

What you didn't see out of the corner of your eye however, was Pryde snatching the blaster from the stormtrooper whom you had previously spared.  Kylo spotted what was going on before you, and his eyes widened, looking at you and opening his mouth to warn you.  But it was too late, Pryde fired the blaster just as you were turning around and the bolt struck you in the thigh.

Had he been aiming to kill you?  If he had, then he was a terrible shot.

You buckled to the ground, your Lightsaber deactivating as you dropped it.  The General then approached, jabbing the blaster into the side of your head.  Kylo remained silent, his mouth dry.  Now was the time to think on his feet.

"Permission to execute this traitor, Supreme Leader."  Pryde spat, practically revelling in the opportunity to shoot you.

Whispers were rising amongst the crowd, they had all seen their new Supreme Leader fight and they were impressed.  Ironically you had infiltrated this event to take Kylo away with you, not to boost his image.

"No."  He cooly replied, causing Pryde's head to snap and face him.

"No?"  He questioned, in disbelief.  His eyes spoke a thousand words: 'Supreme Leader, the whole of our faculty is watching, we need to kill her.'

"She has information about the Resistance that we need.  Get her to an interrogation room, and have a med-droid see to that wound before she bleeds out."  He ordered, his voice not wavering for a second.

You breathed a small sigh of relief as the blaster was lowered, sending Kylo a silent 'thank you' through the Force.

There were nods and mutters of approval from the crowd of various diplomats.  At least they got a show out of it if anything.  You just wished Pryde hadn't caught you, you were so close to convincing Kylo to leave with you, you were sure of it.

The trooper you had spared hauled you to your feet, and you winced as soon as pressure was put on your leg, blood slowly spilling over your skin.  He had a tight grip on your arm, preventing you from buckling to the ground.  As you were dragged out of the function room, Kylo bent down to pick up your Saber hilt, clipping it to his belt alongside his own.

Your last lifeline now was Poe.  He had strict orders that if you hadn't contacted him by the time the other guests were leaving the ball, he was to report it straight to Leia and a rescue mission was to be put into motion.

Black spots were beginning to appear in the corners of your eyes.  With only one trooper escorting you, you had hoped that this would be your chance to escape, but the wound in your thigh was going to prevent you from making it very far.

You knew your way around the Finalizer better than any of these troopers, so you knew exactly where you were when you approached the interrogation chambers.  A second trooper joined you and grabbed your free arm.  Between the pair of them they hauled you into the room and strapped you into the interrogation chair.

You had seen many enemies of the First Order in these chairs, watched them be tortured and have information forcefully extracted from their minds.  On occasion you had even been the one extracting it.  Oh how the tables had now turned...

Your thigh was burning with pain, and the only moment you felt relief was when a med-droid came whirring into the room.  It silently began cleaning the wound and subsequently applied a bacta-patch which immediately soothed you.

With the blood flow now stopped, you began to regain your focus.  The troopers who had secured you in the chair were now stood guard at the door, you knew that they were no longer permitted to guard alone ever since Rey had used the Force to manipulate a single trooper into aiding her escape.

Pulling at the restraints was useless, and the only person you could reach out to with the Force was Kylo.  Something told you that wasn't the best idea right now.  He was feeling conflicted, you could feel it.  You just hoped he would make the right decision.

Some time passed, and General Pryde entered through the blast doors.  It could have been an hour, or just a few minutes.  These rooms were specifically designed to disorientate interrogation subjects, and they were certainly effective.

You could see that he was accompanied by what you recognised as an IT-O Interrogator, which was practically just a droid programmed to torture.

At the sight of the droid you struggled slightly just on instinct, and a sick smirk appeared on Pryde's lips.  He was clearly anticipating your demise.

"Tell me where the Resistance base is, and I'll make your death quick."  He hissed, getting uncomfortably close to your face.

You grimaced, pulling you head away from his as much as you physically could.

"I'm not telling you anything, Pryde."  You defied him, and he should have known that no matter what pain he inflicted on you, you wouldn't talk.

The trouble was he probably did know that torturing you was hopeless, but he would still do it because he enjoyed watching you suffer.  In his eyes you were a betrayer of the First Order.

"Very well, have it your way."  He sneered, motioning for the droid to approach you.

You struggled, despite being strapped down with no manoeuvrability.  Even the damn droid looked like it was taunting you, continuously sparking its electrified tazer attachments together as it approached.

Holding your breath, you braced yourself for the pain that was to come.  Now the wound in your thigh was the least of your worries.

Elsewhere, Kylo was pacing back and forth on the bridge, having excused himself from the rest of the ball, he was lost in his own thoughts.  He didn't know what to do.

He had no interest in becoming Ben Solo again, he still considered his old identity to be dead, and weak.  But you, you had changed everything.  You had made him want to leave the First Order.  He had wanted to leave just to be with you.

When you had left, it had broken his heart.  He understood why you had gone, but he had also vowed to himself that he would do whatever it takes to get you back.  Perhaps the key to getting you back was leaving with you.

He didn't have much time to consider things.  A wave of pain rippled through the Force, and he knew it came from you.

Kylo stormed off the bridge, violently shoving an officer out of his way as he left.  He was still dressed in his formal robes and his guests were still in the function room, dancing and drinking the night away as if they hadn't just witnessed a Jedi cut down multiple stormtroopers.  His only priority now was you.

Your body had gone limp from the amount the droid had brutally electrocuted you.  Your head hung downwards, but Pryde clearly was just getting started.

"This is your last chance to talk."  He snapped, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head backwards to force you to look at him.

"Fuck you."  You decided to use your last opportunity to speak wisely.  To add insult to injury, you spat in his face which caused him to immediately let you go and recoil.

"You traitorous filth!"  He yelled this time, "Kill her!"  He ordered the droid, which approached painstakingly slowly.

Your eyes shut, and you prepared yourself for the inevitable.  But when you heard the unmistakeable sound of blast doors, your eyes snapped back open.

"Kylo-"  You quietly breathed out, relieved to see him storming in.

"I told you to interrogate her, not kill her."  He spoke in a low growl at Pryde.

"She won't talk Supreme Leader, it's no use."  Pryde protested.

"Get out.  Let me see to this."  This was always the process with prisoners who withstood the IT-O droid, he would take control and use the Force to invade their mind.

"With all due respect Supreme Leader, I would very much like to see this interrogation through."  Pryde was taking great joy in watching your suffering.  He was very proud, and was well-known to penalise any deserters of the First Order.

Kylo's hands balled into fists, and you looked at him, curious.  He was angry about Pryde staying, mostly because he couldn't find an excuse to make him leave that wouldn't look suspicious.  A few people had been aware of your relationship when you had been a member of the Order, and the General was one of them... he didn't trust leaving the two of you alone.

"Very well."  He grumbled, looking at you as he outstretched his arm.  His eyes softened for a moment, he was silently apologising to you for what was to come, but you always recognised his touch in your mind, and you knew he could never hurt you.

You didn't fight it when he invaded your thoughts, in fact the opposite, you welcomed him.  He could easily read the minds of most people, but you were an equal match for him and that meant you had enough control to choose which thoughts you pushed to the forefront of your mind.

Kylo wasn't going to get the location of the Resistance base, but he was going to get a trip down memory lane.

"I wish we could stay here forever."  You gave a content sigh as you looked up at the sky, which was brushed with an orange hue as the sun set.

"Me too."  Ben agreed, his hand rubbing small circles on your back.

Training had ended just a few hours ago, and Master Skywalker had sent everyone back to their huts for the night.  But when you and his nephew weren't sneaking to each other's huts to spend the night, you were out somewhere on the vast grounds of the temple - just spending quality time together.

You lay on the grass, your head on his chest.  Despite Skywalker knowing that the pair of you were bonded in the Force, he still forbade attachments as that was the traditional Jedi way.  Not to mention that he worried about his nephew and the possible corruption of the dark side.

"I love you."  Ben suddenly broke the silence, and you immediately shifted to rest on your elbow and look up at him.  "Please, promise me you won't leave me, no matter what."

"I love you too."  The words tumbled from your lips before you even had to consider them, "I'll never leave you."  You then quietly confirmed, utterly naive of the days to come.  But in that moment your heart was full, and when Ben had kissed you, you thought that nothing could ever separate you.

Kylo couldn't bring himself to pull away from your mind and find what he was supposed to be searching for.  To relive those moments when you had both been so naive and vulnerable, they were the moments he had tried his hardest to forget.  But Ben Solo's emotions now felt as raw as they had the day he had first confessed his love for you.

Suddenly the control was pulled away from you.  The nature of your Force-bond meant that a door opened could be entered from both sides.  Whilst Kylo invaded your mind, you unwittingly were pulled into his.

"I can't do this anymore, Kylo."  You confessed as tears filled your eyes, "it's tearing me apart."

"Where will you go?"  His voice was hoarse , and he didn't know what else to say.  He desperately wanted to beg you not to leave him, but he knew that your mind was already made up.

"I don't know."  You chuckled dryly, sniffing as tears began to roll down your cheeks, "It's time for me to explore the galaxy a bit more."

Kylo's mouth was dry, and he swallowed the lump in his throat.  "Please don't leave me."  He finally choked out, his own eyes welling up.

You couldn't meet his eyes now, you were afraid that if you did you would never leave.  "I'm sorry."  You turned to leave your shared quarters, a bag slung over your shoulder.

"You promised you'd never leave me..."  You could hear him mutter, which only broke your heart even more.  The words you had spoken to Ben Solo all those years ago had never stung so much.

For General Pryde, only a few moments had passed, but for you and Kylo it had felt like an eternity.

You were both shaken back into reality, and Kylo quickly withdrew his hand, stumbling back a few steps so he stood behind Pryde, who was studying your face carefully.

You felt tears rolling down your cheeks, you hadn't noticed yourself crying but it was a reflection of the memory you had seen in Kylo's head.  Leaving him was the hardest thing you had ever had to do.

"Did you get what we need, Supreme Leader?"  Pryde then turned to Kylo, whose lips were pressed in a firm line.  He solemnly nodded in response.  "Then might I suggest that we finish this traitor now?  One less Jedi running around would certainly help our cause."  This had nothing to do with the Resistance, or Jedi, it was just Pryde's personal agenda.

You weren't just a traitor, but a weakness to their Supreme Leader.  Realistically you could pose a greater threat to the First Order than the entire Resistance.

Kylo drew his Lightsaber the second Pryde shut his mouth, and you were in disbelief.  After everything he had just seen how could he turn on you so easily?  Did the memories remind him of the pain that came with emotions?  Perhaps this was how he intended to cut them off entirely.

"Kylo, don't-"  You pleaded with him, casting your eyes to the red blade.  But as you looked at him you saw your own Saber hanging from his belt.  It was a slim chance, but you had to at least try...

Opening the palm of your dominant hand you reached out with the Force, and you could see your hilt beginning to shift slightly.  You focused, and just as Kylo was raising his blade to swing it the Saber flew into your hand and roared to life.  The best you could do was flip the blade to protect your face.

But Kylo's Saber didn't hit your face, it instead sliced the shackle holding your wrist.

"What are you doing?" Pryde boomed, moving to shove his own Supreme Leader aside in a fit of rage and panic.  "She is scum!"

Kylo was planning on cutting Pryde to pieces for addressing either of you in that way, but the second he freed the hand you were holding your Saber in, you lunged forward and plunged it into Pryde's chest.

"That's Jedi scum to you."  You hissed, dropping his body.  Although perhaps that hadn't been a very Jedi move on your part...

Your limbs were screaming at you as soon as you put pressure on them, particularly the leg that had been shot earlier.

But none of that mattered, you buried the pain for the moment.  You stood up tall and looked at Kylo, unable to find the words.  So he found them instead.

"Let's go."

"And by go... you mean?"  You hesitantly asked as you strapped your Saber hilt back to your thigh, your heart leaping at the notion that Kylo had just chosen to free you, and you didn't doubt for a second that he would have killed Pryde for you.

"I'll stay here, I'll leave, I'll go anywhere, as long as it's with you."  He quietly admitted.

You never thought you'd hear the words leave his mouth, and your breath caught in your throat when they did.

But that was it, minutes later you were in the hanger aboard his ship.  With his own Inaugural Ball in full swing still, there was nobody around to stop or question you.

There was no planning, you had no belongings, you were still wearing your kriffing gown and heels.  But you had each other, and that was all you were going to need.  It was all you had ever needed.

Lightyears away, at the Resistance Base on Ajan Kloss, Poe had returned after not hearing from you and he rushed straight to Leia to inform her.

"General Organa!  I think something went wrong at the ball, Y/N hasn't been in contact."  He spluttered to get the words out of his mouth, and Leia placed a hand on his shoulder.

She focused for a moment and reached out into the Force.  For the first time, the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt her son's presence truly at peace.  That told her all she needed to know.

"She's going to be fine, Poe.  They both are..."  She spoke that last bit under her breath, a smile settling on her lips.

As you and Kylo flew away from the Finalizer, there was so much unspoken between you.  But you would have plenty of time to talk about it.  You knew it was the right thing, the Force had drawn you together all of those years ago and now you were finally dropping everything just to be together.

"I did promise I'd never leave you."  You spoke, catching Kylo's attention as he got you out of First Order airspace, "and I didn't."  You then added, a small smile on your lips.

You had risked everything to go back for him, and against all the odds it had actually paid off.

"You didn't."  He agreed, jumping the ship to hyperspace.

Now the galaxy was yours to explore.  Not as Jedi, or Sith but just as people.

You didn't care if he was Ben, or Kylo - you just wanted him to be with you, and he had been more than happy to drop it all for that offer.

Tag: @country-cowgirl-101​

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x y/n #ben solo x reader #ben solo x y/n #ben solo x you

[alright-red]

The rhythm of my heart

Summary: Street racing wasn’t something that Race was particularly proud of. He didn’t like the shitty attitude that people in the scene had and he sure as hell didn’t enjoy spending time after time breaking several laws in one go.

What he did enjoy was the rush of adrenaline, the way his body almost disconnected from his brain. The way his brain assumed that he was almost flying.

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Hey you guys, this is a prequel to a fic I’m currently writing and I thought why not share it. This is for my street racing AU featuring Race and this lil’ thing is mainly me figuring out plot holes so.

Disclaimer: I don’t know anything about street racing and I’m pretty sure it’s shows, but bear with me. Also English isn’t my first language but I think I did okay.

Rated: T for language, I guess. There’s a lot of cursing. ~1500 words

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The engine roared loudly, the entire car vibrating from it’s force, being pushed into third gear with the hand brake still on.

The wheels were turning and had started smoking against the dark asphalt, making sounds that any other person would’ve deemed hurtful to their ears.

To Race though, they sounded like a melody, an old familiar song, that accompanied him on the street. He took the pedal down to the metal and looked straight ahead, where some female thing was waving around flags like she was a shitty circus performer.

Race never knew where the guys got the girls they put on the spot, but he didn’t really care either. They enjoyed the feeling of being part of something like this, so who was he to judge?

Suddenly her waving pattern changed, a pattern Race would recognize anytime anywhere. He checked his rearview mirror one last time.

Three. Two. One.

He put down the break and almost flew into the night, the lights of the city traveling by faster than shooting stars. He barely registered them, focus unwavering and locked on the road in front of him. He knew the streets by heart, knew every bump and sign, knew the way the curves tightened and loosened.

He was confident he could win this thing and he got Albert to listen to the police radio and inform him in time if a car was headed up their way. He rarely got into races with that much confidence but today just seemed to be one of those days. He shifted up to the next gear within a mere blink of an eye.

Street racing wasn’t something that Race was particularly proud of. He didn’t like the shitty attitude that people in the scene had and he sure as hell didn’t enjoy spending time after time breaking several laws in one go.

What he did enjoy was the rush of adrenaline, the way his body almost disconnected from his brain and did all the driving while he focused on the traffic and made sure to let his opponents think they could beat him, just long enough to not end up in a giant brawl in the end, because they could count his win off as luck. It was tactics that helped him survive out here.

Aside from that. there was also the fact that his brain couldn’t quite tell they were driving anymore. It straight up lost all common sense and assumed that he was flying. There was nothing Race could do that would even come close to that sense of freedom (and he had tried to find a less dangerous pasttime).

Race also loved the car that Finch had assembled for him. Well, maybe less for him than for Charlie, but he was the one who took her out for drives at night and beat her up to over 140 mph in the city.

This year Charlie had chipped him a Toyota Supra despite Race’s protesting (“only the best for the best, Race”) and Finch had modified the sleek sportscar with gadgets and technology Race didn’t even pretend to understand. What he did understand though, was that Finch wouldn’t dare to disappoint Charlie and that’s why he trusted in the car. Well that, and because he assumed that Finch wasn’t one to go out and try to get people killed.

Halfway through the course that he had agreed on with his competitor, Race realized he should’ve taken the Toyota out a bit more before racing. Every now and then his driving got weird, whenever the car handled the speed and wind differently than he expected it too and he felt like his handling was going to get him to lose grip and send him flying into the next wall.

He started checking his rearview mirror more regularly, a slight insecurity starting to settle in his stomach, but realized that he couldn’t find a trace of the other’s car behind him. That was beyond weird. Morris Delancey most definitely had not managed to overtake him, yet he shouldn’t be far back either. At least not so far, that Race couldn’t even see his lights in the mirror. Morris’ car was a damn powerhouse and with any other driver surely would’ve come out top of each race.

Race was starting to feel sick. He definitely could not lose this race. Not with high stakes.

Race was well aware that the decision to race Morris was hella risky. Most of the city’s racers went under nicknames, trying to make sure that they couldn’t be ratted out and the plice couldn’t trace them. Or for that matter, other racers.

Morris Delancey though, he didn’t need a nickname to be safe. His daddy’s money made sure of that all by itself. If the police ever got him he’d be free again sooner than sunrise. The racers around the city were cautious of him; not only did he have supplies and money to boost his ride, he also was known for not following the few rules that street racing had.

So when word got to Race that Morris Delancey wanted to race him, the one person nicknamed after his talent in street racing, Race’s initial reaction had been to decline. He was good at what he did, but that didn’t make him stupid.

But now here he was, in Charlie’s car, getting more nervous by the minute, because Morris Delancey had made him an offer he couldn’t pass up. The same Morris Delancey who apparently had cheated and took a shortcut, because there was no way in hell he was that far behind Race.

“Crutch, you read me?”, he asked while speeding up even more, having to use the handbrake to make the turn and partway drifting through the turn that got him back on track to their starting point. His vision started blurring and he took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves. The alarm that had started blaring in his head as soon as he had realized that Morris wasn’t where he was supposed to be, didn’t really help as he tried to concentrate on getting back as fast as possible, throwing any caution to the wind and pushing the car to it’s limits.

A small crackling sound reached him through the radio, followed by Charlie’s voice. “Yeah, man. What the hell is going on out there? We lost signal on Morris’ car a few miles ago. His team ain’t any wiser.”

Shit. Race, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t stupid or slow. He knew damn well that could only mean one thing.

“Crutch, he’s taking a blackout. Haven’t seen his car for a bit and there’s no way he took the lead. He’s playin dirty. I can’t lose this one, you hear me, Crutch?”

When he got no answer, Race started to panic and for split second forgot he was supposed to be handling a monster of a machine at a speed that would kill him if he made one mistake. He heaved the car off the course into the street lamp back onto the road. His knuckles had turned white a couple minutes ago from the death grip he had on the wheel.

“Crutchie?” Nothing.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fucking Morris Delancey. Fucking asshole.

Another crackled sound made it to the radio. “Yo, Race, it’s Al. I had Charlie take over the radio station. Give me a sec and I will find where that ass is hiding.”

Race breathed out a sigh of relief, thanking the gods for giving him a best friend that had too much free time on his hands and tought himself how to hack pretty much any system. He knew the race couldn’t take that much longer; if he kept up his speed he’d probably be back in around 15 minutes.

“Al, how are we lookin? I need good news and preferably now.” Another turn, another neigh drift. Shifting gears, using the momentum for faster acceleration.

“I got something and… Shit.” The connection went down for a second before - “Race, he went right through that old lane that belongs to the outer parts of the red-light destrict. I don’t know how you can overtake him, man, he’s got a couple miles on you.”

A string or curses left Race’s mouth, some of them slipping right back to Italian. Merda.  Va’ a fare in culo!

“I feel ya. So what you wanna do now?”, Albert asked through the com.

What do you wanna do now? Race didn’t need to think twice. He had raced cheating assholes before, making sure they got a lesson for trying to best him under entirely unfair conditions.

“Funny you should ask, my dear Al. Because I have quite the idea.” He got off the road he was supposed to be taking and drove down a lane that would save him a good couple minutes on his way.

“I wanna take out that motherfucker and I sure as hell won’t let him beat me at my own damn game. Al, get your systems started, I want a route that will put me in front of him me, pronto! I want his sorry ass to eat dirt.”

He heard laughter on the other line, then frantic typing. A beat of static noises and then - “There you go, dude. Show him who’s the King of ‘Hattan!” A small clicking noise let him know that Albert had cut the connection for now, most likely because he knew that any kind of distraction might cost Race his win.

A mere second later the screen inside the car lit up, providing him navigation and - on top of that - let him keep track of Morris’ position.

“Alright, baby, let’s see what you got”, he murmured and took the car down the trail that would cost Morris his sweet, sweet victory.

Race only had one thought as he flew down the streets of Manhattan: I am going to win this thing!

#newsies #newsies fanfiction #racetrack higgins #crutchie newsies #crutchie morris #racetrack newsies #albert dasilva #albert newsies #finch newsies #writing #english isn't my first language #I'm genuinely sorry about weird wording or grammar mistakes #Street racing AU #I don't know anything about street racing and it shows #I just liked the idea of Race being nicknamed after actually being a Racer #morris delancey

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omg hi! you started off your blog greatly, im so proud of you! do you think you can write an angsty scenario for akaashi? where his crush likes this guy and wants help from him and he feels all sad :( but she ends up confessing to him! i love your writing so far, keep it up!

UMM so i accidentally got really invested in this so it’s WAYY longer than a drabble and i often write long stuff bc of ao3 so this might sound a little more like that kinda fanfic style instead of a tumblr scenario? mainly cos im really a sucker for this stuff hehehe love you anon

also ! the request made it sound sort of akaashi-centric so i hope you dont mind? there will still be a lot of reader-chan here though! please dont leave yet and i hope u enjoy

again ALSO i wrote this half on my laptop half on my phone so please dont mind if it seems a lil clunky in some areas 

3092 words jesus ok here you go

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Crushes weren’t necessarily a new sensation for Akaashi. Just an uncommon one. In fact, the last time he remembers even being attracted to someone was in first grade when everyone had a crush on this popular girl. He’s not even sure if he really liked her, or just found the idea of it interesting.

Now, second year of high school, Akaashi finds himself in trouble. Because for once, he really, really, really likes this girl. You. 

He can’t even fake himself out of this, because every damn time he looks at you, he feels all warm and tingly and his stomach feels less calm and he can hear his heart bump against his ribcage and god, his face even flushes a little bit.

(A little bit inconvenient when he accidentally finds himself staring at you and daydreaming.)

Akaashi doesn’t like this feeling.

I mean, yeah, Akaashi has somewhat of a sense of confidence in his looks, manners, and ability to make friends. He’s not exactly the top in each subject he thinks, but it lets him pass through high school without too much of a depressingly lonely life. He could easily befriend you and steal your heart, his inner ego-brat says.

But.. but what if you reject him?

He should become closer to you.

(For the record, he doesn’t not like the feeling. He kind of likes the serotonin boost you give him. But he definitely, more than kind of likes you.

A lot more.)

And one day, in the spring, he finds himself paired up with a special biology partner. With familiar, sparkling eyes and the cutest, most gorgeous voice he’s ever heard that always makes his heart fucking backflip.

Akaashi doesn’t think he can survive this.

His teacher blares, “Start brainstorming ideas for your science fair project! It’s due in a month, you know!”, but Akaashi blocks out the noise because all he can focus on is you, goddamn it. He can only focus on the way you push your hair out of your face, the way your lips upturn into the most stunning smile he’s ever had the fate of encountering, and he really hopes he doesn’t get h-

“Akaashi-kun?”

(Fuck you and your completely gorgeous voice that drives him up the wall and makes him want to kiss you.)

“Oh– sorry, yeah?” He kind of hates himself for how his voice lilted a pitch higher.

You laugh, sounding like a goddess. He hopes that it means you don’t hate him. “Ahaha, I was just wondering if you have any ideas for the science fair? It’s a pretty big chunk of our grade, and I am… not the smartest when it comes to AP Bio..”

Akaashi thinks quite the opposite, but he isn’t currently in the position to contradict you.

“Um…” He pauses and thinks furiously. He comes up with some borderline generic idea that has enough room for a unique twist. And your eyes brighten.

“Waaaoo, Akaashi-kun’s a genius, hm?”

(God, he thinks he might have a little more than a crush on that teasing grin and glittering pair of eyes.)

He musters the courage to smile without looking stupid. “Of course.”

Two weeks later, he wants to sink into a hole.

Yes, it might have been his request that you two meet up to work on the project, but that was because he knew you were a procrastinator! You would start the project the night before if he’d let you!

But it was not his idea to do it at his house.

Now he has to live with the fact that you’re lying on HIS bed, spread-eagled in your sweater and shorts, complaining about how lazy you are.

(He wonders how you’re so comfortable about wearing shorts to a male classmate’s house. You two aren’t even that close, although you claim otherwise.)

“Come on, get up,” he rolls his eyes. “We have work to do.”

“But I’m so tiiiiiredddd… and lazyyyy…. wouldn’t it be such a gentlemanly act of Akaashi-kun to do the project for me?” You flash him a sweet smile while stretching out even more on the bed.

Snorting, he watches you sink into his mattress and roll around idly. “Hey, don’t you need the grade? You can’t pass if you make me do your work.”

Sighing, you hum in defeated content. “Well, it was worth a try.” You reach out your hand and tousle his wavy hair, and he almost flinches at the touch. He hates to say it but he loves it so much that you’re so affection with him, and Akaashi knows he would give anything to keep you teasing him with all this attention.

“Yeah.. yeah, it was,” he murmurs to himself before letting himself sit down next to you. He notices how you scrunch your body from a spread-eagle to a cute, curled up position to make room for him.

“Mm, so how are we gonna do this?” you ask, with a subtle mixture of bored and curious seeping into your tone. Then, he watches your features melt into a warm, mischievous smile as you hum, “Unless you just wanna nap and cuddle or something.”

(Holy fuck.)

Akaashi forces himself to scowl playfully and he shakes his head, sighing loudly in mock disappointment. “I don’t know what to do with you.” And equally as teasing, he adds, “I should just kick you out and not treat you to lunch if you’re going to be like this.”

“Noooooo!!!” you whine in this adorably frustrated and threatening voice. “Don’t you dare starve me or I’m feeding you to the rats.”

He chuckles. “See, that’s what I thought.”

But of course, your face wraps into a devilish grin as you say in a singsong voice and throw your arms around him (which makes him flush and makes his heart go WABAM), “It doesn’t matter though, ‘cause I got this whole-ass meal right here~”

“Shut up.”

(But you both know he never means it.)

Thanks to Akaashi (and your obliging albeit lazy participation), you two blow the science fair out of the way and get an A. He’s never seen you so delighted about a grade.

“I’m so happy~” you never shut up about how grateful you are for him, not that he’s complaining. “This is probably the highest mark I’ve ever gotten in this class.”

“Don’t over exaggerate. You’re not too bad at Bio,” Akaashi remarks. “You just need a tutor, probably, if you’re struggling.”

(By the way, he is ecstatic that you two are ACTUALLY FRIENDS!!! He’s even met your dog!!)

“Hmmmm…” You eye him warily before shrugging. “Whatever you say, Akaashi-kun.” Your eyes flit around before returning on him, and you start rambling about the newest anime you’ve gotten into and how it’s practically on-par with the manga, and how hot one of their characters are-

(For some reason Akaashi really zeroes in on that part.)

He really feels like he has to contribute something to the conversation, so he puts in, “Wow, [Name]-san, you’re such a fangirl.”

You snort loudly and put two peace-signs to your face like some kawaii anime girl, doing this mock-sweet smile. “Waaaooo, you’re rightttt. I’m Akaashi-kun’s number one fan!! He’s so cute when he’s yelling at me to do my work and super hot when he helps me with homew-”

He swears to god his face is radiating an inhuman amount of heat and he rolls his eyes before shaking his head and jabbing your side lightly. “Didn’t I tell you not to say that?”

“Ummm, maybe.” Your ‘innocent’ grin tells him otherwise. “But you know, you’re right, Akaashi-kun,” you cross your arms and give your cute little smirk again. “I am a genius, and I’m suuuper good at Bio. I just need someone to channel it.” And you lean forward until both your noses are touching, and Akaashi thinks he’s about to explode. “So maybe you could help me out?”

The subtle pleading undercurrent in your voice compels Akaashi to straighten up a little bit without flushing even redder. Keep cool, keep cool.

(He prays that his skill of keeping a poker face will hide the blood rushing around in his dick.)

“Well, what time?”

This time around, he finds himself at your house instead. You both are sitting at your desk, ‘working’ on your math and Bio homework. In other words, just talking.

He’s confident now in that the two of you are close friends. He’s learned that from afar, you were a sweet and confident yet perfectly kind girl. That was the girl he based his feelings off of. During your Bio project, he found the cheeky, sly and vibrant yet chill girl who always teased him but was still nonetheless sweet.

And now, under that facade, you were an anxious mess with a shit-ton of insecurities.

(He thinks it’s funny how you boast that you’re just like Shrek. You have layers.)

Akaashi glances at you, groaning with your head down onto the table. “I hate math..” he hears you grumble.

“Hey, you’re not too bad. You just have to be careful when plugging in your equations,” he counters.

“But what if I can’t remember my equations??”

“We both know you’re fine at remembering them.”

“I’m gonna fail.”

“Have faith in yourself, because I do.” And Akaashi is being completely honest. His confidence in you being just fine and being able to pass all your classes is strong because he’s seen you work (after procrastinating). “You just have to work on not putting things off until the last minute.”

You make a frustrated noise before resting your chin on your propped hand. “Sometimes I feel like I’m just.. destined to be set back, y’know? Like, everything I do is gonna somehow backfire on me.”

He knows the feeling, especially late at night in bed, stressing over what tomorrow might bring him.

“And like… I have this whole thing set up for me. When people know me as a classmate, I’m an average student, right? Then when we’re like… ‘friends’, I’m all weird and tease-y.” You let out a loud sigh. “And to the unlucky people who get to this stage, I’m a mess.”

“Stop.” Akaashi’s surprised at how firm he is. “I’m grateful to have met you and to have become your friend, [Name]. You’re going to be fine, you need to trust yourself more. Because I trust you more than anything.”

(Yes, he is on first-name basis with you!! Yes, he trusts you even more than he might even trust Bokuto!!)

Your lips twitch into a small smile, one that he’s grown to love and adore. He’s confident that he’s so fucking deep in love and he doesn’t know how to move on. “You really think so?”

“Of course I do.” He flicks some crumpled-up post-it at you. “Since we’re not doing any homework anytime soon, what else do you want to talk about?”

Your gaze becomes a little more shy and nervous. “Umm… Weeell, I need help.”

“I mean, why else would I be here?”

“No, seriously, Keiji-kun. Seriously!!” You throw mock-fit, despite obviously looking anxious.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m listening. Sorry.”

“Uh. Um, so…” You blink and pretend to look focused on doodling on the corner of your math paper. “There’s this dude I like. Like, I reaaally like him, which is surprising even for me.” You laugh a little bit, and as Akaashi feels his heart start to tear in half, he forces out a chuckle to match. “He’s suuuper pretty– I think that’s the word for it? Pretty. And he’s kinda funny in his own way, and he’s really sweet and listens to me all the time even when I don’t deserve his time. And I dunno, I think he might like me back? Also, I really really really like him. But I don’t really know how to confess…

“Because you know, I’m kinda wack like that, haha. I’ll probably screw up the confession and make things worse, and, well, I need help.” You finish your ramble with a loud breath and you collapse your head onto the table, groaning.

“Uh–” Fuck, oh fuck him, fuck his life. “I mean… I think just a heartfelt confession would do? Something simple and sweet that says you really like him, in case somehow your words don’t work.” Akaashi feels like he’s sweating, a lot, and he feels even more frustrated than ever. His heart is crashing against his ribcage, and his mind is a fucking mess.

You frown a little bit, and suddenly a gush of words fly out of your mouth like a stream bursting from a dam. “Oh my god, what if I’m reading the signs all wrong and he doesn’t at all like me back? I mean, I wouldn’t blame him because I’m kinda ugly and have this weird personality thing going on and I’m shit at math and Bio-”

“Stop.” Akaashi forces himself to intervene, mainly because 1) you’re literally the light of his life and 2) he feels like he has to leave really soon after dealing with the news. “Shut up, [Name]. You aren’t ugly at all, and I, for one, enjoy your weird personality. And I already told you, you’re fine with academics.” He makes himself make eye contact with you, peering up from your arm covering your face, and says, “If he rejects you, he isn’t worth your time at all and you should move on.”

(Preferably with me.)

He watches you exhale, like he just unwound a tight spring from inside of you, and your shoulders relax and you melt from your anxious state, just a little bit. “You’re right. If.. if he doesn’t feel the same, I’ll just forget about him.”

“Because you’re a genius.” Akaashi tries to hype you up, but he still feels like crumbling. Falsely checking his phone, he stretches and stands up. “I have to go now, sorry. My mom asked me to pick up my little sister from tutoring.”

“Huh, already?” Confusion flits across your face, and it hurts him even more to just leave you after you confided in him, but he knows he has to leave before he says something he might regret. “Oh, okaayy.. see you tomorrow then. Thanks for helping me out.” You yawn before standing up to hug him goodbye.

“No problem.” He says it casually, but Akaashi feels his mood drop faster and lower than ever. He hugs you back, but he breaks away fast.

After leaving your house and collapsing onto his bed in his locked bedroom (with his 11-year-old sister knocking on the door and curiously asking what’s wrong), he can’t help but feel hurt that you couldn’t even tell him who your mystery crush’s name was.

A week passes by, and neither of you mention the conversation at your house. It doesn’t matter either way, since you two are still so casually best friends. At the same time, he desperately wants to push the matter just to find out who it is.

Otherwise, Akaashi has noticeably been more quiet and moody to the point that he doesn’t know how to control it. Sure, he keeps up the same as he would before your conversation, but he can’t help but feel his heart sink everytime he sees you. His mind is ecstatic every time he talks to you, while simultaneously wanting to tear itself apart.

He’s tried getting rid of feelings for you, in literally every way possible. From avoiding thinking about you (which backfired horribly because he ended up thinking more about you) to focusing on other girls (ew, none of them were even capable of creating the same effect on him as you do), he’s tried it all and it’s all failed.

Akaashi realizes his silent slump has gotten so bad to the point that Bokuto made him sit out a few practice matches in the gym just because Akaashi was nowhere near the spot that any of the team expected him to be at.

After school, he meets with you near the vending machine as always. You buy two cans of coffee, one for you and one for him.

As soon as he takes the can gratefully, you clear your throat.

“Yeah, [Name]?”

Glancing around before staring him in the eye, you start, “Keiji-kun, before you run away, I just…. I just wanted to let you know I really really really like you. Like, a lot.” You start speaking kind of fast, so Akaashi can’t process what you’re saying.

“And I mean it. Ever since the Bio project, you’ve been so nice to me and you’ve been such a great friend even though I made it hard sometimes, and along the way I just caught feelings. You honestly mean everything to me, and I appreciate you so much for everything we’ve been through. I- I think, I love you, Keiji. And I hope you accept my feelings.” You smile, almost nervously but nonetheless sincere, and Akaashi thinks he’s about to explode.

“I- I,” Fuck, oh my fucking god, he thinks to himself. He’s shaking a little bit– that’s how happy he is. “[Name], I..” God fucking damn it, he can’t even express how happy he is. He feels his cheeks blossom and he feels his lips quirk into this goofy smile.

But then he watches you shy away a little bit as you hurriedly say, “I- I mean, sorry. It’s okay if you just wanna be friends-”

“No.” Finally, Akaashi can use his mouth and then he gently takes your cheeks in his hands and closes the gap between you two, lips connecting in a display of pining and affection.

He practically melts into the kiss, he’s never been so happy. He thinks he’s actually about to implode; he’s been dreaming about kissing you like this, against your soft, plush lips. And finally he’s able to call you his, to call you the one. When the two of you finally break away for air, he’s breathing hard and his mind is a mess, which is rare considering his usual stoic state.

Akaashi has also never seen you so flustered and blushy. He murmurs into your ear as he takes your hand, “Feelings are 100% reciprocated.”

“I can tell,” you laugh breathily, and he’s so happy to hear that some of your anxiety has dissolved in that sweet kiss. He’s absolutely infatuated with you in every aspect. He leans in for a soft, quicker kiss on the lips and savors the feeling of warmth he gets. “Dork.”, he whispers.

“Only for you.”

#akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #holy shit this is long #this wasnt supposed to happen

[multifandomhoodies]

. Here’s a. bit of a write up on corps life. 

my big number one? I wanna go back lmao. I’ve been home for a few days and I’m already to go back out there. 

Anyways. I spent two months camping and working in the pacific northwest and. honestly it was the most incredible experience of my life. I was on a five person crew (four members and a lead) and of that group there were only two people that hadn’t already done a session of conservation corps either at this corps or a different one. This was my first time doing a corps! I was like. deadass shitting a brick before I left. I was so nervous to fly across the country (I’d never even flown before!) and go do something I’d never done for two months. I’ve been camping. I’ve been hiking. I’d worked outside for the last nine months and had two seasons of outdoor work in park maintenance. but this was living out of tent for TWO months. I was super excited but I was. so fucking nervous too. And god to fly? Airports seemed scary and busy and I was scared I was gonna miss a flight or not be able to find where to go. So the weeks leading up to my trip I was so goddamn nervous. But I did it lmao. 

And then. corps life. We spent the first day doing orientation where I met my crew!! and then left to head to our campsite where we’d do saw training the next three days. We left the parking lot of headquarters to Colter Wall’s “The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie” and headed to an area in the Willamette National Forest. The drive there was incredible. I’d flown into Oregon the night before and really hadn’t seen much because it was 9:30 when I landed and had only taken a short lyft ride to headquarters p early in the morning so. This was kind of my first time getting to see more than the freeway of Oregon. It was so beautiful. The big ass trees and the river and the mountains were just. incredible. And then that night two of my crewmates made entirely too much spaghetti which we had for two nights. We then had to use the leftover sauce for another meal. Fun fact! We only had spaghetti once more after that. In two months. Spaghetti is usually a staple on corps. Not on Red Crew. We were scared. Also the crewmember who doled out the pasta portions for that very first dinner of too much spaghetti was banned by our crew contract from doling out grain portions. After that, we went into saw training. Three straight days of saw training and evaluations on the last day. We were starting at seven I think? Like, meeting a five minute walk away in full ppe with saws ready to go at 7am. I think I wrote that I woke up at 4:45 the one morning but honestly that may have been the jet lag. Saw training was exhausting but it was so much fun too. There was a lot of information to take in and I’d at least run a chainsaw before. There were people that hadn’t run saws before at all. On the third day of saw training, we loaded up into our rig (by the way! 2021 ford f250. super duty cab. extended bed with a truck cap. gigantic. massive. imposing. it also had no labelling. it was not marked with anything corps related. it did not even have license plates. it was probably a little intimidating when we were bass boosting driving around in that thing. but whiplash inducing bass boosting because like. notorious big to mumford and sons back to back. can you believe that we never got pulled over in driving almost 5,000 miles). anyways. we did saw evals in a burned zone. I got my bar pinched. I know what I’d do differently now but I have a lot more saw time. But I passed! My whole crew passed and are now USDA National Sawyer Certification A Class Sawyers. Or Feller 3s depending on how you wanna say it. I’m super happy because I got my first professional certification at 19. Although my card says I got it after my birthday but I did my eval before I turned 20 so I’m gonna take it. 

After saw training, we went up to a suburb of Portland to. sigh. move sticks for Karens. The area we were in SCREAMED homeowners association. in the name of “fuels reduction” they had us pick up sticks and hike them down to the road. The sticks were down because the trees were dying from this shitty little park. The first week was cold and rainy and we moved sticks. We cleared out an area close to the road the first day and then the rest of the week we had to swamp (move/clear) sticks up a hill onto this narrow trail. Everyone had blisters because no one was used to walking up and down a hill all day. Carrying wet and occasionally rotting sticks. We’d hike it up the hill to the trail and then load sticks into shitty wheelbarrows and then take those down this narrow path on a steep hill when it was fully loaded with sticks. By the end of the week we were walking a good quarter/half mile to the the road with heavy wheelbarrows. It was miserable. NO one wanted to complain because it was our first project but. eventually we all came to the conclusion that it was bullshit. It had nice views tho. Still my least favorite project. Even thought it was miserable I still like. had fun?? 

After that we went into Washington and planted trees. We actually did this for two weeks but with another site in between. This site uh. did not have bathrooms. Learned how to use a cathole. It hailed the first time I used a cathole. That was exceptionally miserable. But we planted trees! I wasn’t a huge fan of the site our first time there but I warmed up to it. We planted over 3,000 trees in our two weeks. One of our project partners stayed out with us, which mad respect. He was so sweet. We all joked that we were a little in love with him. He wound up hanging out with us during a few of our campfires. He told us about this trip he’d taken back in college to Peru. At this site we coined the phrase “meat plate” which would stay with us until the end of session. Meat plate is dinner that is just, assorted meats that need to be gotten out of the coolers. Also on this site a crewmember got his hand in stinging nettle while taking a shit. The first week was cold. It was rainy and shitty, mostly on the weekend. We did check out the ocean though!! I’d never been to see the ocean and we took the 101 north from near the Willamette to where we were and stopped actually at Fort Stevens State Park and that’s where I got to see the ocean for the first time. In march! It was sunny but actually super nice. We all waded in and one of my crewmates jumped in. It was march. IT was cold. This is the Pacific Ocean. Anyways he’s built different. The second time at the site was a week later, and it was super pretty. It was much better weather. We planted more trees. 

Third week was further in Washington like an hour drive from Olympia. This was my first time seeing snow covered mountains that were massive in the distance. We cleaned up 195 trashbags of plastic plant protectors. Also kind of a shitty project but hey. Wasn’t hiking stuff up hills so. Our partner for this had people come talk to us for educational stuff which was okay, bad, and fantastic in order lol. The partner sent people from their org to be with the speakers (who weren’t part of the org) and we told the one lady what we’d been doing and she started LAUGHING and she was like “I’m sorry they gave you that project it’s because no one else wanted to do it” thanks. it was a shitty task but our partners were so nice that it made up for it. they even got a portapotty on site for us. no but they were all super nice. oh god they’d told us not to yell/slam doors/make loud noises because there was an owl in the barn on the property. we all were loud people and kind of forgot but it was okay we didn’t scare the bird. the bird scared us. one of my crewmates got up to go pee in the middle of the night and it swooped at him. this place was great for birds. We had a very angery killdeer beep at us!! we pulled out scotchbroom from the corner of the property and every time we walked near where it must have had its nest it would very angrily beep at us. It was so cute. We all loved it. My crewlead would always yell back at it. “What!! What do you want!!” I love that lil bird. Pulling out scotchbroom was a trip. To pull out scotchbroom you should in theory be ale to use a weedwrench to pry it out. Right? No. This was old growth scotch broom. This stuff was two inches in diameter as the smallest. It wouldn’t always fit in the weedwrenches. At one point it took me, my crewlead, and a crewmate to pull a scotchbroom with as much force/bodyweight as we could put on it. A couple times my crewlead put his entire bodyweight on to it and wound up falling into blackberry lmao. There was so much blackberry there too my god. It was so painful. We all kept joking about letting our crewlead just burn the area in a prescribed burn to get rid of the invasives. In the parking lot of a different preserve from the same partner org I found a red dinosaur who became one of our crew mascots.

After our second week back planting trees, we headed back down to Oregon to work on a fuels reduction project. We were all so excited for this one. We’d gotten certed for saws at the beginning of the session and had been told that we were gonna be a saw crew doing mostly fuels reduction which our lead had specifically asked to do because he had experience with it. But this was our first real saw project with fuels reduction. The weather this week was amazing. It didn’t rain at all, which on the West side of the Cascades in Oregon in April is pretty weird. It was nice for us but Oregon was and maybe still is in a drought. yikes! anyways. this is when we went on a hike to Blue Pool in the Wilamette National Forest. We camped at a little municipal park with another crew! It was weird being around another crew again because we’d spent so long just on our own that we all starting to lose it a little. But the other crew was super nice and we played frisbee in the dark with them the first night we were in the area. The project? was amazing. We worked on private project with a conglomerate of partners in doing fuels reduction. This conglomerate of partners did a whole bunch of other stuff but we only did fuels reduction. That was a week of working in a burn zone moving sticks. Moving sticks and swamping and making sure piles were neat to be able to be chipped. We learned about dispersing and how to remove ladder fuels and where to leave small logs on the ground for ground fuel. My crewlead showed us hazard trees and took a few out. I really loved this project. I loved the “grab stick go” part of it. It was so much fun. I also got to run a lot of saw which was nice. And this property bordered a parcel of BLM land which wound up being the spot we went to go pee at. If you’ve never been West of the Mississippi river, which I hadn’t(!) you’ve never had the opportunity to be on BLM land. There is no BLM land in the East. I wanted to go on all five of big public land holders in the US and that’s the one I don’t have access to here at home. We actually wound up taking a “nature appreciation walk” because we finished our work early around this little nugget of land and it was so cool. It was right on the McKenzie river and it was beautiful. I found our second crew pet/mascot there, a large palm sized egg shaped rock named “Egg.” We were so filthy there. Four 10s in a burn zone makes ya pretty stinky when you dont get to shower. Actually, we weren’t as stinky here because we just smelled like ash. I had ash everywhere. We went out to eat after the last day and my crewlead hadn’t washed his face in four days and was completely covered in ash. 

Our last project took us 8 hours back into Washington. It was a long fucking drive. We stopped at Voodoo Doughnuts in Portland tho which was incredible. We rolled into our spot in Washington at 12:40. We slept with our sleeping pads and sleeping bags under a pavilion and were woken up by a ranger the next morning who thought we were homeless or illegally camping. This last project was also kinda bullshit. We were working with the Feds who kept telling us to slow down. We were at this project site for three weeks. The first week we cleared trails of downed trees and brushcut. The second and third weeks we helped General Maintenance take down trees and did so many runs to the dumpsite. We moved a lot of sticks and logs and my arms still look super scratched from moving branches. This spot was in the high desert of Eastern Washington and it was actually super pretty. I didn’t think I’d like the desert all that much but there was definitely a beauty to it. There wasn’t shit out there other than the dam. From there tho we were able to go to Leavenworth, this funky little Bavarian themed village up near the Cascades. We also went to Lake Wenatchee, which wasn’t as fun because we had to go move a fridge for the office staff. We spent about seven and a half hours on our last weekend doing this. I’m not salty. But it was super beautiful so. It’s okay. And we passed a prescribed burn on the way back to our site. 

There’s still so much more I want to write and talk about. I have to say I’m overall. just so glad I did this. I had the absolute time of my life. I have never had so much fun. I learned so much. I learned how to really put out a fire with a pulaski from my crewlead. He taught us how to use the Incident Response Pocket Guide to cross reference and look at the probability of ignition. I learned how to use a chainsaw decently well. I did a lot of things that were far beyond my comfort zone. To fly literally halfway across the country, from Ohio to Oregon, for two months and to live in a tent and work on a conservation corps, it was super beyond my comfort zone. I did things with a saw that were beyond my comfort zone and I had to trust in my ability to saw and trust in my crewlead to let me do something he felt comfortable with me doing and thought was in my capability. And it was it was so fucking cool. I really bonded with everyone on y crew too. I made some good friends. And just like. The things I was able to see and do were amazing. And it was so nice to spend so much time outside. I didn’t spend more than an hour or two at most in a building in two months. I worked in 50s and rain wearing rainpants and chainsaw chaps and I worked in the 80s and sun in chainsaw chaps. I was able to lift a full 5 gal of water (40lbs) onto my shoulder and I’m still super proud of it. I watched a ton of movies in the rig with my crewlead and one of my crewmates. I got to use my crewlead’s chainsaw which was a lot cooler, sharper, and bigger than our corps saws. I cried about trees a lot. I celebrated my 20th birthday in a state park with people I didn’t really know too well who surprised me with homemade rice crispie treats and snacks from the Chevron we were regulars for that week at. I hiked some really pretty trails. I gave a lot of hugs and got a lot of hugs. I became not as terrible at hacky sack. I realized that There Are People In My Life Who See Good Things In Me and I Just Want To Keep Making Them Proud. I realized that I’m incredibly hard on myself. This whole thing furthered my belief of goddammit if I wanna do it by god I’ll do it. It’s been a dream of mine since I was 15 to go be on a conservation corps. I got interested in corps life at 15 because of Youth Conservation Corps posting in Wayne National Forest in southern ohio and since then had just. Always wanted to do it. And that literally changed my life - because of just hearing about corps I got super into parks and researched it and was like “oh i wanna be a park ranger” and I started working at the park doing maintenance and went to school briefly for parks and rec management and then dropped out to work more in parks. but then this year, after five years of wanting to do it, I finally did a conservation corps. Not a youth corps but an adult corps. Five years! The biggest dream I had was to work on a conservation corps. I just wanted to use a pulaski on a trail once. And I did at our last project site, even just removing invasives. But just. This experience was something I’d wanted to do for so long and to finally do it and have it be as amazing as I thought was just amazing. My crewlead saw me taking pictures in Washington along the Willapa bay and was just like “corps is a slippery slope. You either hate it or you get addicted to it.” Tragically I’m addicted to it. I can’t wait until next January and March to get back out there. It was such an amazing experience and I feel like I learned a lot of really good soft skills and really good hard skills. I can’t possibly explain to anyone the full extent of what this meant to me and all the fun I had but. This is a long post and I have to go replace my phone so this will be it for now. In the off chance anyone made it this far, thanks. 

#personal #ra ra rasputin #park posting

[uncloseted]

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1/2 Hi. I think I could use some help, I'll try to make this short. When I was 14yo (I'm 20 now) I dated a 18yo guy, thank God we were taking it slow and never made things official. Now that I'm older I can see that relash was rlly wrong. He was manipulating, used me to boost his ego, forced me to do things I wasn't comfortable doing and I think although we weren't official, he cheated on me? (more on that later). After a few months of fooling around, I found out something about him that I didn't like and confronted him about it, with the intention of ending that relash. He started begging me not to leave him, asking me tricky questions about the things I had heard of him with the intention of "making me realize" he did nothing wrong, and he even became violent with the person who told me those things, to the point I couldn't break up with him because I was scared. I just stopped answering his texts and calls because I was afraid of even talking to him and eventually he took the hint and suggested we broke up. We decided to stay friends, but that only lasted a few days, because one day, via Facebook Messenger, he suggested we got back together and I rejected him, so he blocked me. Months later, I had to close my Facebook due to harassment (not related to him) and opened a new one. Facebook showed me his profile in 'people you may know' and I decided to peek out of curiosity. Turns out, the moment we broke up, he started uploading photos with his new girlfriend. The descriptions of those pics said the exact same things he used to tell me, and I ain't good a math but I did some calcs and he had to be with her while still being with me lmao. I really didn't care, I was just happy I got rid of him, and I moved on with my life. Some time later I fell head over heels for a guy from my workplace, who I still hold close to my heart. I have trust issues and I am a very private person, especially with my relashs, so I didn't tell anyone about this guy except from like 3 friends. One of them was a girl (that we'll call Anne) who was like a sister to me, and was also friends with my ex. Over the next 2 years I had a relash with this guy, everytime I talked to Anne I used to tell her more details about my relash. Then, one day, I got a text from my ex. He texted me like we were besties and nothing had ever happened between us, like he didn't block me TWICE (yeah, he blocked me from my new Facebook too even though I never tried to reach out to him). I was angry at his nerve and told him so, he realized I was upset and changed his persona from confident and tough as nails to regretful and soft, telling me he was sorry for being so immature all those years before, but excusing his shitty behavior by saying he always "kept an eye on me". Um, wtf? He told me he was always asking stuff about me to Anne, looking out for me. I wanted to know what exactly he knew, but, trying to manipulate me again, he said he would only tell me if I accepted to play a game with him: I could ask him one question if he would ask me one in exchange and so on, and we had to be ttly honest with each other. I really didn't wanna get into his shenanigans but I only had one question (wtf do u exactly know about me, creep?) so I accepted. He asked his question first (dID u fEeL sAd wHeN i bLoCkEd U?) and I asked mine. I thought he maybe knew something about my school stuff and MAYBE that I had been dating someone else. Turns out he knew every. single. detail about my personal life. Not only he KNEW I was with other guy...

2/2 Not only he KNEW I was with other guy. He knew his entire name, the school he attended and every little detail from our relationship and other stuff about my personal life. Every single thing I told Anne, opening my heart to her, she told him. I felt terribly violated. I felt like a dissected frog, open for anyone to see my most inner parts. I felt ashamed, unprotected, sad and angry, all at the same time. I told him what he did was disgusting, to never reach me again or try to "keep an eye on me", and that I would make that job easier for him by getting Anne out of my life. He apologized, said he understood the situation, would respect my wishes, and wished me a happy life. I thought that was it. It took me a while but I got to heal, to feel safe again, although I still have a hard time trusting my friends. But I was wrong. Months later he sent me a Friend Resquest. I was a lil afraid, but tried to calm myself saying he probably just was checking if I was still upset, so I rejected the request and again convinced myself that was really it. But then he sent some girls to take pictures of me during my high school graduation ceremony and recently, his cousin (who was my friend when we were 14 but haven't talked since) texted me. I know that sometimes nostalgia makes you reach out to old friends, but we weren't close at all. Besides, he acted super weird, didn't even try to make small talk or let the convo flow naturally, but went straight for super specific and weird questions: are you studying college? what are you doing with your life? are you in a relationship? I was really weirded out and considered the possibility he may have been asking all those things because my ex asked him to do so, so I kept my answers short and vague, not giving him the info he wanted, and although I def came out as cutting, he kept asking. I tried to still be friendly because I didn't wanna seem paranoid, but I think he realized I wasn't telling him anything over texts, so he asked me to meet again over some beers with his friends on October 27th and that's when I stopped answering. I thought about that strange invitation for a few days until it hit me: October 27th is my ex's birthday. So much about respecting my wishes. I spent the rest of that month really nervous that cousing would try to reach out again, but nothing happened and I started to feel calmed again. Until, in November, he wrote me again, this time asking me if I wanted to go to the beach with his friends. I haven't even bother to open that text. Since them, I've been super paranoid. I know my ex's attacks aren't that consecutive (more like every two years: he contacted me and sent me that friend request when I was 16, hijacked my graduation at 18 and now sends his cousin at 20) but I can't help but think he's always there "keeping an eye on me" and planning his next move. I stopped accepting any friend requests because I'm afraid he will send someone for me, and if someone I already have on my friend list but idk texts me and after some small talks asks me about my life, I get paranoid and ask them why they wanna know and if they have some hidden intentions. Also, there's a mall near his house, and everytime I have to go there to buy something, I feel like crying because I'm afraid I'll stumble with him. I probably sound crazy. Some people may think I'm exaggerating and I should just let my ex stalk me and act all obsessed, but I feel dirty everytime I think about him knowing my personal stuff. It was just so traumatizing the first time. Do you get me? I feel like nobody gets me. Please help me, what can I do? I don't know how to make him stop, I'm tired of living in fear.

Not to start this off with an unrelated thought, but when did Tumblr get rid of its character limit on asks? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it let someone send in a message this long in one ask.

To get to your situation, I can definitely see why this would be a stressful and uncomfortable situation for you.  The first thing I would do is to stop interacting with your ex and people related to your ex.  You don’t owe his cousin anything.  Block both of their numbers, block their social media accounts, etc., and do that for everyone else who’s friends with your ex (or put them on limited profile/create a “close friends” list on social media).  Tell all of your friends in no uncertain terms that you don’t want them talking about you to your ex, even if it’s stuff that seems harmless, and cut those people off if they do talk to your ex about you.  

The other action you could take is to file a restraining order.  If you go down that route, you’ll have to fill out some forms and file them with the court, and then have a hearing with a judge where you explain your situation.  Then, you’ll have a second appearance in court where the stalker is present, and you both get the opportunity to explain the situation.  The judge will then determine the final order and the conditions of that order.  It can be a bit of an involved process, but it may give you some peace of mind.

The last thing I would suggest is going to therapy.  It seems like you’ve been through something traumatic, and a mental health professional can help you to work through that and move on from it.  There are many options for therapy, both online and in-person.  If you have health insurance, your insurance should cover at least some therapy sessions.  If not, some therapists provide services on a sliding-scale, and online services like BetterHelp can be less expensive than traditional therapy. 

#Anonymous #effys-closet #effys closet

[shybunnystudios]

chapter 03

word count: 2576

“I need direction and you need someone to manage

You love to break my walls and I love all the damage”

- Lisa Cimorelli

The following week was monotonous, we started working on the seminary but not along with the Games’ class yet, so I’d only see Jungkook tomorrow, saturday. Time flew by so fast that I didn’t even feel anxious about the date we setted up at the party, at least until I got home after class to start planning everything.

Jimin tried to take advantage of the situation and choose my outfit again, but this time I didn’t let him do so. Once I settled up everything I would need the next morning it was almost midnight so I decided to take a shower before going to bed.

- Wow girl, want me to braid it? - my best friend said once I walked out of my room only in an old pair of shorts and an oversized shirt.

- What? - he gestured his head towards my legs, which were a bit furry - Hey! What’s wrong with it?

- Absolutely nothing, my angel. But only if I didn’t know you and how you don’t like being like that, you’re going out with your man tomorrow and as a friend I just wanted to help. - I sighed, I really don’t know why I thought he’d be a jerk about such a thing. But Jimin was right, the outfit I chose will leave my legs out and by preference I don’t feel comfortable if they’re unshaved.

- Okay… thanks.

- And that’s why I also have to tell you I stole your last razor. - I gave him a look, which made him hide his face in his hands. - My bad, but it was when I went out with a tinder match right away last sunday. I was desperate and running like a wild man, you saw it!

I could only facepalm while he explained himself, I got back to my room to put on a pair of old jeans, grab a coat and my wallet.

- I’ll be right back, okay?

- No problem, I’m actually going to bed now anyways so take your keys with you too. - I nodded him goodnight and left the apartment.

The night wasn’t too cold or too warm, but there was a fresh breeze that managed to calm me down a little, if that makes sense. I made my way to the small convenience store around the corner as fast as I could when I saw two male silhouettes at the other end of the street, when I got there I started looking for the corridor where the razors were.

- Can I help you? - I heard a familiar voice coming from the cashier and turned to look at it’s owner.

Min Yoongi.

I stood there with no reaction for a second, but he seemed so calm that I’d feel bad if I took any longer to respond.

- A-actually not, but thank you. - he just gave me half a smile and nodded.

When I got to the corridor I was looking for I heard a cell phone ringing, I checked mine and nothing. It was Yoongi’s, I observed from afar as he checked his screen with an unamused face and proceeded to throw it beside him after denying the call, annoyed. I resumed my shopping to disguise my spying, I decided to grab some ice tea as well and as soon as I walked to the fridges Min’s cell phone rang once again. This time he picked up.

- What do you want? I’m working. - his voice tone was dry, he seemed slightly mad. - Well, that’s your problem, not mine. One of us has to earn money to bring food home in this shit, solve it yourself and let me out of this.

While he argued with whoever it was at the other side of the call I slowly made my way to the cashier, waiting for some eye contact from him to know if he could get me or not, I felt like it wasn’t a good time for interruptions now.

- Man, I gotta go. As I said, I’m working. - he responded a bit tense as soon as he saw me, then he hung up and tossed his phone aside once again. - I’m sorry for that.

- No problem. - I placed my things on the counter.

- Are you okay? You seem more tired than the last time we saw each other.

- I know I’m ugly without makeup, you don’t need to say it to my face. - I responded playfully to ease the atmosphere and earned a timid laugh from him.

- No, I’m serious. Are you okay?

Why does he make me feel like we’re very close friends?

- Yes I am, I think the tired face has my college work to blame. - he tells me the price of my things and I quickly pay him. - You haven’t been working here for too long, right?

- I got the job this week.

- Oh… nice. I live by the end of this street.

- I know, I remember. - that’s when I realized the store was at the same corner he left me at that day.

For some reason I thought he would forget, based on the first impression I had of him, but the fact that he remembered made me feel good.

- I guess I’ll… see you around again soon?

- Maybe, of course.

- Why maybe? - he slightly laughed and raised an eyebrow at me.

- Curious as always, I see.

I was about to mess with him a bit more - any excuse to stay there with him for a bit longer - when a young man that seemed to be a bit older than us ran inside the store.

- What are you doing here, Geum Jae? I told you to leave me out of this, fuck! - Yoongi snorted, his anger blowing up this time, which kinda scared me.

- Lil’ bro, they’re after me. For real, help me!

Lil’ bro?

We heard voices approaching outside the store and Yoongi looked at me from head to toe with a worried look in his face.

- Fuck, come here hyung - he left his position on the cashier and ran to the main entrance, his brother following right behind. - Help me to lock it, fast!

They closed the glass doors with ease and locked them, but when they were about to pull down the inside lock the men arrived, I stood paralized at the same spot. They screamed a lot of threads, some of them had baseball bats with them and it just took the two Mins to unroll the steel door for the men to start using those bats against the glass.

That’s when a weird adrenaline hit me and I ran to the scene to help, I was scared indeed but not enough to make me run to the opposite direction of what was happening. As soon as I got to the doors some of the man threw themselves at them, making it shake and Yoongi - that was crouched trying to lock us inside - scream in pain, throwing the padlock on the floor and holding his right hand tight.

- Step on the border! - I screamed at him as I did it myself, his brother replacing him on the floor, then he copied me. Geum Jae quickly closed the padlock and we stepped away from the doors just as quick.

I helped him to push one of the shelves to block the door even more in case the men were stronger than we thought they were, Yoongi ran to the first aid section and I went after him.

- Let’s escape from the backdoor! - the older Min screamed.

- There’s no backdoor here, asshole! And can’t you see I got hurt because of you? - Yoongi struggled to get everything he needed for a bandage with only one hand so I helped him.

- Then what do we do now?

- We call the cops.

After hearing that, the older one no longer seemed to be someone needing help as an angry expression consumed his features as he approached to grab his brother by the shoulders and shake him aggressively. Now I’m scared for real.

- Yoongi-ah! You know that if we call the cops I’m going to jail too.

- But that’s the point. - Yoongi stared at him quite calmly, a string of blood running down his hands.

 Geum Jae inhaled harshly and quickly raised his right arm, boosting it up and aiming his fist at his brother’s face.

- Hey! - his arm froze mid air and both of them looked at me. - Look, I don’t know what’s going on but I’m pretty sure that this won’t solve anything. -I gestured my head towards his fist, as both my hands were occupied with first aid things.

They let go of each other and Geum Jae let out a sarcastic laugh.

- Who’s that, lil’ bro? Your girlfriend?

- No hyung, she’s just another innocent person you just involved in your bullshit. And you know what? I’m tired of this shit!

Yoongi said as he walked to a narrow door at the back of the store and opened it, revealing a small bathroom. After that he grabbed a key chain and two packs of chips with his free hand, then turned back at us. By then the men’s tries of getting in faded out a bit, we didn’t know what they could try next.

- Sun Hee, get in. - Wait, he knows my name?

- What are you doing? - Geum Jae asked.

- Cleaning my hands and hers, you do you.

- What do you mean, Yoongi? I have no idea of what just happened.- I said, lost. 

- Get in and I’ll explain. - he gestured to the bathroom. - And hyung, if these men manage to get in, the problem is yours only. When the cops get here you’ll join them in jail because y’all got in so me and her hid in the bathroom.

- Are you fucking kidding me now?! - that scream was angrier than the others, it was all it took for me to run to Yoongi and do as he said.

- You’re the one who’s been kidding me all this time by getting involved with these guys in the first place, but now fuck you! If you want to ruin your own life like that, go on your own because I wanna live, thank you very much! - and with that, he closed the bathroom door and locked us from the inside.

Yoongi stayed still for a moment resting his forehead on the door, both in silence.

- Is that why you told me it was better if I never saw you again? - I asked in a sad tone after I heard him sighing loudly. He breathes out a sad laugh and turns to look at me.

- I’m glad you remember it, because after we’re out of here that’s still valid. - I rolled my eyes and denied with my head.

- Come here, let me see your hand. - he raised an eyebrow. - I own you one, right? Two now, actually.

He surrendered and we sat on the floor of the ridiculous small bathroom.

- Can I use your phone to call the cops while you do that? - he asked while I examined his injured hand. - I forgot mine outside.

- Sure, here. - I unlocked my phone and handed it to him, but as soon as he started dialing the police’s number… the battery died.

Yoongi cursed under his breath and placed the device beside him on the floor, we couldn’t even call Jimin now. Or anyone else. But while I thought about the people who would miss us while we’re here I heard Min sniffing, when I look up at him I was a timid tear running down his cheek.

- I’m sorry, - he wiped the tear with his good hand. - I didn’t want you to see me like this.

I responded with a low “it’s fine” out of habit but I was honestly speechless for a few seconds, I just observed him as I opened the antiseptic.

- It’s just… this is all so hard to deal with, he wasn’t always like this. I just want my brother back. - his voice was trembling, changing the atmosphere completely.

What minutes ago was filled with adrenaline and fear, now hidden in the bathroom which Geum Jae surprisingly didn’t try to break in, the air became way more intimate and deep. After this whole movie scene, Yoongi’s voice tone and body language made me feel like he was keeping this to himself for a very long time now, having no one he felt safe enough to hear him, but he had just let his guard down for me.

Perhaps was that weird feeling of intimacy I feel whenever I’m with him… mutual?

- We live by ourselves, our parents wanted us to move to Seoul as soon as possible but never gave us any financial support at all. So after a few months working in part time jobs, my brother had enough and found those guys.

- And what are they, anyway? You told me you would explain. - I interacted, without taking my eyes off the bandage I was doing in his hand.

- So, - he threw his head back, lightly hitting the door, and stayed there for support. - I never wanted to find it all out, the less I know the better. It seemed like my brother would help them sell things they’d rob to keep part of the money, but that was just at the beginning.

- To explain that whole mess, do you think he’s-

- Selling drugs? - I nodded, worried. - I don’t think, I’m sure. I found a bunch of it under our mattress last week.

- Holy fuck… - I cursed under my breath, he let out a sarcastic laugh.

- You get it now why I told you that that day?

- Yoongi… - I let his hand go, now with a neat made bandage.

- I don’t understand, you know? I know our parents don’t help us, but I want to at least make them proud someday. Even if it takes a very long time and I have to work everyday in as many part time jobs as I can, pay my college and… be normal.

The more he said the more he lost strength to hold back his tears, I rested a hand over his shoulder when I heard him hiccuping mid sentence.

- I’m sorry, I-

I interrupted him with a hug, it took him a few seconds to hug me back, surprised. But then he cried a bit more on my shoulder, proving to me that the feeling I had that we were like close friends for years now was indeed mutual somehow. When his tears were over the subject of the talk proceeded to get lighter with time as we both calmed down, and between words and cheap chips we didn’t even notice time passing by as we waited for someone to show up.

Who knew that’s how the night would end.

“I’ll never let you go, you’ll never let me stay”

(Dysfunctional)

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