#whenever i see them hanging out i lose my mind its so cute

[rio-rakuen]

ah, the universal experience of half-mumbling lyrics in another language up until the part you really know

also ranma likes queen, he told me himself.

#ranma 1/2 #ranma saotome #akane tendo #ranma #akane #ranakane #whenever i see them hanging out i lose my mind its so cute #they get along just fine when they dont wanna kill each other :) #gar’s art #oathofoaks

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't find anything about whether request were open or not, but if they are can you do the gushing over their animal form with Jade/Floyd, Ruggie and Malleus (since he has referenced several times that he can turn into a dragon)? If not pls just delete thank you

Jade Leech

“Ohhh My Gaaahsh! You’re a merman?! An eel merman?! Wooowww!”

“(Y/n) focus! Or you’ll lose Ramshackle forever!”

“But he’s a moray eel!”

Even after the fact he’s flattered that you were so stunned about this

If you don’t seek him out he’s seeking you out 

Like feather on a string to a cat he’ll mention something about being a moray eel or dropping a fact 

Watching excitedly as your face lights up and your face moves closer to his

You’re so adorable it's insane

Inviting you to meet up with him so you could look at his tail

Or letting you look inside his mouth at his rows of teeth

Of course it's all for a price but he doesn’t need to tell you that 

He’ll just happily repeat that whenever your friends ask why he thinks it's okay to disappear with you in the Coral Sea

“(Y/n) just wants to know more about me, what's the problem with that?”

He knows why they’d be worried but it's so satisfying to find you so excited to simply hold his tail

You’ll even let him squeeze you if it means you get to touch his scales

You’re just cute like that

He’s addicted  

It's his favorite game of watching you ignore all his red flags so you can gush over his animal traits 

“If you promise to spend that weekend camping with me, I’ll let you see a secret trait I have in common with real moray eels.”

Floyd Leech

That's adorable

Shrimpy likes morays!!

He’ll be curious as to why your so excited everytime he comes to play with Baby Seal or Crab or the Mackaral

And as long as he doesn’t squeeze too tight you love playing with him

“So I’ve been meaning to ask: what is it that you like so much?”

You aren’t afraid to tell him and his reaction further spurs you on

Immediately he’s carting you off so you can play with him in his mer form

You’re so excited because Morays are so mysterious

Where you’re from they’re pretty elusive so your more than excited when Floyd proudly presents his teeth

Your his favorite to play with, so don’t play with anyone else

Don’t look at Jade hang out with him

he prefers it when you don’t announce when you get handsy with him

He’s guarding your curiosity because its his you’re his

At first it's just your interest in marine life than its you simply asking how your friends are

“Oi oi I don’t like it when my Shrimpy goes explorin’. You’re not encouraging that right?! Otherwise I’ll have to squeeze all the air out of ya.”

Ruggie Bucci

For a while he just knows that whenever he enters the room your eyes are on him

He doesn’t have to talk to you but you notice him

He sees you look at his ears and tail 

And he figures you just want to touch them

That's cool if your willing to pay

But even if you do it doesn’t stop

Honestly he’s flattered he doesn’t have to do much to get your attention

It certainly helps when he’s busy taking care of Leona all day

So he’ll bite 

And he’s in shock when you admit how much you like hyenas

“Like you're already a team player and survival is like super important! Not to mention you are a male but your so cool and sure of yourself–”

“G-geez don’t dissect your seniors like that! It gives serious Rook vibes.”

“R-right, sorry.”

“Not exactly saying you should stop all of it though…”

He’s blushing but he’s making the most of your interest

Drinking in that smile on your face as he answers your questions

While he’s not exactly used to being the one that's glorified but he doesn’t mind it

In fact the moment he feels your attention wane he’s pulling out any and all stops to maintain your attention

“Ruggie, did you take something from my bag?”

“Shishishishi you know hyena’s are scavengers! Best you start paying more attention!”

Malleus Draconia

This doesn’t come up casually

For the beginning of your friendship you didn’t even know his actual name

So it's more likely than not you mention it off-handedly

Once characters in books or movies or just in general is recognizable he’s keeping track

This is still so new

He doesn’t want to lose you if he reveals this part of himself

But Malleus is a stickler for correctness

So if you speak about how dragons in fiction do things and he corrects you or makes a distinction and your doubtful or just downright now believing he’ll transform

Totally dwarfing you in sheer size

Realizing what he’s done he’s fully prepared for you to gasp and runoff Not that you’d get too far

Your beam and squealing and touching him so much more

Your so adorable with your questions

Your soft little fingers running over his scales and spending all night excitedly being around him

Transforming back he relishes in the intimacy this brings

In the future he may refrain from full-on dragon form but his tail is close enough

But it keeps you close to him both as a conversation topic and as a limb that can easily pull you to his side

“Sorry to put you under the lens like this Tsuno…”

“It is not a problem. I have found that your inquiries help answer my own curiosities about you.”

He can’t be beat, he won’t be beat because who else is going to go full dragon for your mere curiousity

No one can compare especially when it comes to animal-heritage

According to you the closest that you could ever get to a dragon would be a carnivorous lizard

So aren’t you lucky that this dragon fae is swooning at the suggestion of your touch

“I would like for you to feel my horns. Please, do not be shy, this is an action instigating intimacy. Intimacy that I welcome with you (Y/n), my child of man.”

#yandere x poc reader #yandere twisted wonderland floyd #yandere leech twins #yandere scenarios #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twst malleus #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #yandere ruggie bucchi #yandere ruggie x reader #yandere ruggie twst #yandere twst ruggie bucci #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere octavinelle #yandere savvannaclaw #yandere diasomnia #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst jade #twst floyd #speak to me

[sparkbeast20]

The WHB devil/angel/human boys with an MC whose personality is similar to Eiden’s from Nu: Carnival

Okay this is going to be a long one.

Now, from my knowledge of Eiden's personality. He loves teasing (shown with Edmond and Dante and maybe Quincy though he always lose with him), And be sweet, (With Blade, Garu/Karu and Yakumo), and Knows them while (Kuya... at times XD) and Horny. Eiden is a person that knows what his clan (Partners) need or is dealing with.

So I'm going to spilt the WHB boys by how MC would act with them.

I might do a part 2 with the other characters I didn't do here (I'm drawing a blank cause I want to make them different from each other.)

Teasing

Dantalian- Oh boy, this little boy loves getting angry and just throw himself in danger, so what better way for MC to keep him from his suicidal path is teasing him. Instead looking down at him for wearing the school boy uniform, MC calls him cute. That got him all flustered.

Stolas- Another Angry boy. But he's is as obvious cause he just wants to be king (Insert Lion King song XD) When Stolas start ranting, MC listens, and when there's a flaw in his reasoning MC smile and say something on the line "Do you really thing that they'll take you seriously if you do that" And that's how the two go back and forth, with MC have this smug grin on their face.

Bimet- MC can't not with his self-importance attitude, when he start talking about his job and how Mammon relays on him. But soon turned "Me talk" MC has this blank start, and when Bimet Notice he calls them out and MC does is act dumb, in the back of their mind they can just walk circle around Bimet.

Leraye- He mention that he doesn't miss and MC know it. So when MC ask for him to teach them some tips to have as good of a accuracy as he does, MC can see him huff his chest proudly. But Leraye guide MC, him leaning from behind, both hands are over MC's with they are holding his sniper. MC seductively ask Leraye if their doing it right and he get's all flustered within a second and BOOM! MC pulls the trigger, cause Leraye to be hot and bothered. and that want MC wanted. And Leraye tries to keep his composure.

Sweet/Being a softy

Eligos- Good boy? He is a Good boy. When he returns from a battle, he immediately goes to MC. Why? cause he knows that he'll get all the praise and head pats he wants from them. MC sees him and he tells them all the things he did. MC's hearts melt with how adorable Eligos is. Additional cuteness, if he as if he lay his head onto MC's lap while they stroke his head. MC can't say no to him.

Paimon- Well Paimon just love chilling with MC and vice versa. Its either they talk about their interest and Paimon loves styling MC (either messy like putting sticker on them or love seeing MC in the clothes he choose for them) And MC love every moment of.

Bael- Give this man a hug, MC they might not say it but they know that Bael is a bit conflicted with his current situation, MC feeling sorry for him. So whenever they meet MC talks to him or just hangs out.

Knows them well

Sitri- As being Satan's right hand, Sitri at times stress (either having to give Satan update about the region and the other nobles or dealing with the other nobles antics) So that's when MC comes in, MC ask him but he won't say anything, but they know by just seeing how is his, they immediately knows what to do. subtly they suggest having tea and just talking.

Gusion- If MC is good at math, Gusion would put them into the test with how good their math skills are, but increasing the difficulty every time. And MC as stubborn and determine they are proves that they can do it. You might see a fade blush on Gusion cheek.

This is so far I can write for now, but again I want to do the others, but my writing juices is almost dried up XD

#spark's answer #hi anon :3 #whb ask #whb headcanon #whb dantalian #whb stolas #whb bimet #whb leraye #whb eligos #whb paimon #whb bael #whb sitri #whb gusion

[smallestapplin]

So we all know that the submas are, as per the wiki, "Extremely Tall" and I cannot get out of my head how cute they would look with a short darling (totally not me projecting, I'll never get to see what the top shelf at the grocery store looks like tho)... also I hc that they may enjoy having a short s/o just because it makes it easier to hug and carry them around and they just *melt* when they have to lean down when they want to kiss them (Even though s/o is already on their tippy toes)

... and excuse the Hornyness but... this all would be carried in the bedroom, you cannot change my mind, these guys have a size kink out of necessity

Pfff alright, I hear y’all! 😅 tho I’m short I’m heavy so don’t think I’ll be picked up.

🔞18+🔞

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🔲Ingo🔲

- he finds your height differences to be so precious.

- His heart melts when you get on your tippy toes trying to kiss him, you whining when you can’t reach makes his knees quake.

- Oh he loves it, it feels so happy when he can help you. Even if that mean grabbing things from the top shelf for you.

- You learn to trust him with this cause he never holds the item over you head.

- Whenever you two hug you can hear his heart pounding against his chest.

- He can’t help it, he loves you!

- His favorite kisses to give are forehead kisses so this makes it easier.

- He panics if he loses you in a crowd.

- Lifts you up to reach higher places neither of you could reach.

🔞NSFW🔞

- size kink to the max.

- While he doesn’t necessarily pick you up. He almost busts when he has you in a mating press and he truly sees how much smaller you are than him.

- Babbles nonsense but it’s always a mix of how tiny you are and how good you feel around him.

- Probably even after all he does to prep you he still has to bully his cock into you.

- Ingo has likely made you cum a few times just to make things easier and is all lubed up!

- But you’re so small compared to you and it shows with how he presses into you.

- “You must relax dear I-fuck, you’re clenching.”

- “I’m not!” You cry out, he’s hardly half way in.

- He keeps you relaxed but he is going to cum soon because just pushing into your wet heat is making his head spin.

🔳Emmet🔳

- Bastardbastardbastardbastard-

- Need something from the top shelf? It’s not over his head and he demands a kiss if you truly want it.

- Short cake and short stack are your new names.

- Feel free to kick him in the shin for this.

- Coos over how adorable you are.

- And how adorable you two look together!

- Picks you up any chance he gets.

- Has held you up lion king style several times.

- You have to yank him down by his tie to kiss him cause he will tease you.

- Doing so however leaves him lovestruck.

- Has bought you an FBI hat that underneath the bold letters says ‘fancy bulge inspector’ and it did end with him flat out on the floor.

🔞NSFW🔞

- he picks you up and fucks you against the wall a LOT.

- He can do that with you so he absolutely has your legs spread and hanging off his elbows while he has you pinned to the wall.

- Full Nelson is now one of his favorite positions to fuck you in.

- Mirror in front of you so he can get a good look at his dick disappearing inside of you.

- And to see your cockdrunk face.

- He just started darling! And you’re already so far gone?

- Coos over at how lewd you look.

- “Mm you take my cock so verrry we’ll darling, it’s like you want to milk me dry.”

- Adores any position that makes your size difference more apparent.

SURPRISE!

🔲Warden Ingo🔲

- he is a simp in its purest form.

- You’re so much smaller than him and your the hero!

- He doesn’t know how to process you looking up at him.

- “Warden you okay? Your face is awfully red.”

- Oh by the Sinnoh’s you’re so cute.

- His protectiveness is upped by ten. You’re small! And alpha Pokémon are large and dangerous!

- Chuckles when you need help reaching a ledge cause you’re so short.

- Happy to help.

- He will carry you either bridal style or like his Lady Sneasler carries you.

🔞NSFW🔞

- foams at the mouth.

- Years in the highlands left him much bulkier than his Unova counterpart.

- So not only does he have height but a larger frame that just covers you.

- And covers you he does.

- You’re nothing but a flesh light to him in these moments.

- He can lift you with much ease, and abuses that.

- Even with you riding him, he just has his hands gripping your hips and is the one moving you.

- “So good f’me, come on, one more.”

- Overstimulates you because you’re already so tight around him and your clenching makes it even tighter.

- You aren’t walking by the time he is done.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo #pokémon #pokemon fluff #pokemon smut #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader smut #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader smut #🔞🔞🔞 #smut

[grabthathorn]

Hello! It's a-me! The unhinged Langley simp but this time I'm thinking about 99 and her muscles. She's a buff woman that honestly no one could rival with (other than Zoya); which makes me melt when I think of 99 x Hella. I too, want an Absolute Unit™ of a murderous destruction to be so... soft towards me. Thinking of sharp, crazed eyes turning gentle whenever they land on her sun. Big, sharp claws running through her sun's hair before placing kiss on its ends (a worshipful gesture that she sometimes does unconsciously. Any sinner is retching at them lol). Her Mania skyrocketing only to drop down when she hears Hella's voice beacuse, beacuse no matter what she will always recognise her!!! No matter how deep she is ending in her mind!!!!!!! About how she's ready to kill, to die for her. Just to make sure her sun is as free as she can be in a world that wants them to be chained down.

I love how 99 looked at this gremlin, barely at her titties level, and really went "I would kill for her. I would die for her. Ethier way, what bliss."

Just... Ninety-nine going so very soft on Hella who actually quietens down whenever she gets affection from big buff lady.

I'm also thinking about loud, barsh, sharp around the edges Hella who loves to be embraced by 99 and never letting go no matter how sometimes the touch is hurtful (but she will heal and 99 DOESN'T need to know, mind your own business, fucker). About her just hanging on her forever-ride just to feel her close (and is so, so, so afraid to let go). And how she always thinks about her whenever she gets or demands something good (because I like to think that, just like 99, she associates everything good, be it snacks or toys or anything really, with big ball of rage that is soooo beloved). I'm thinking of her bending her back till it snaps just to make sure 99 is safe and sane beacuse there's nothing more loving than act of keeping someone so precious to oneself alive no matter what fate throws their way.

Just pure love between two broken people who makes world feel a little less broken.

I'm thinking! I'm aching! My heart bleeds and goes out for the broken and unloved finding solace in each other!!!

Unlovable hand!!!

I'm also thinking about Langley turning me into a human pretzel but it's not the time for that lmao. I wish she would DESTROY me.

honestly these two get me soft - i just finished playing the recent event (my characters were low-leveled no one come for me) and ninety-nine's brief mention was so cute

(also sorry for the time it took to respond)

A Brief Stay

(Hella/Ninety-Nine)

“Hella?”

     The last moments before unconsciousness took her were filled with cacophonous cries, the smattering of blood, and the searing pain that wove into the very fabric of her being. It was not an uncommon feeling, to be overwhelmed with anger and mourning, but it hurt just the same every time. 

     Missions go awry all the time, yet Ninety-Nine never cared unless it was her at risk. The sunlight she couldn’t bear to lose.

     When Ninety-Nine’s eyes drew open, the environment she was in was far different than all of the ones she had seen before.

     It was sterile, there were no masked men and women prodding at her, waiting for her body to turn. It smelled pleasant, with no lingering iron baked into the sheets of her bed or the walls of the room. It lacked the chains For as much as she could see, she was safe. 

     But safety only meant so much when she was alone.

     A dark-haired woman entered the room, hand in pocket. “You’re awake.”

     Ninety-Nine didn’t even bother responding, sitting up and ready to pounce when the doctor’s gaze redirected itself to the former lab rat’s side. 

     Glancing down and following the doctor’s gaze, Ninety-Nine found none other than Hella, curled up against her side and clinging to her gown, sound asleep. Her shoulders immediately dropped, and she returned to laying down, choosing instead to wrap her arms around Hella and hug her close.

     “You’re lucky the Chief was lenient,” the doctor sighed. “...And that she recovers quickly.”

     Marking a couple of things down on Ninety-Nine’s chart and giving her one last glance-over, the doctor left the room, letting Ninety-Nine have her privacy.

     With a yawn, Hella buried her face into the crook of Ninety-Nine’s neck, whispering, “Don’t do that again.”

     “You were hurt,”

     Hella pulled back to grimace, staring up at Ninety-Nine with a face nothing short of pure disappointment. Despite the woman being significantly shorter and wielding a pipe in comparison to a large sword, Hella was often the one to chastise Ninety-Nine, who gave way to her every time.

     “I can heal myself.” Hella deadpanned.

     Ninety-Nine opened her mouth, shut it, then tugged Hella into another hug. “...Okay.”

     Though the exchange had its tense moment, it quickly passed, and the two were back to their usual routine and nigh-inseparable. A comfortable silence took them as they searched for something to occupy their time, settling on a magazine about the latest and greatest to come out of DisCity.

     Not that either of them cared all too much about DisCity - the only thing they could be bothered to care about was each other.

     “You two should get- “ the doctor paused in the threshold of Ninety-Nine’s room when she spotted the two curled up, reading said magazine. “I’ll have Anne bring over your meals.”

     Hella peaked over the magazine with a smug grin, then returned to reading. Ninety-Nine didn’t notice the brief exchange of glares the two shared, too immersed at a nice jacket and dress. The kind that she’d figure Hella would wear if she wasn’t caught up with Sinners and MBCC and the lifeblood of DisCity.

     At the side of her face, Hella spat out, “Who the fuck would wear that?”

     “I think it would look nice on you.” Ninety-Nine commented.

     “I like my beanie, thank you.”

     The former lab rat didn’t even notice there was a beanie in the magazine to begin with.

     Ninety-Nine angled her head to get a better look at it, then the one atop Hella’s head. To say it was well-worn was an understatement, but it carried the same charm that Hella often did. She shrugged, kissing Hella on the temple, and looked back at the magazine.

     Hella rolled her eyes, flipping to another page.

#quinnanswers #path to nowhere #hella99 #ninety-nine #hella #quinnsdrabbles

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

I’m bad with more prompts I have just been in different fandoms (1 being Hannibal’s they are very gay i say that) so I have unfortunately neglecting COD a bit 😔 But I’m back here two prompts that once again keep awake this whole thing https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRTfbakF/ graves felt something for soap fr ghost was punching the air hearing them speak and the second one would be soap x Rudy they just seem so cute together very soft also blushy ghost makes me so happy he gets so shy after soap kisses him that’s all :p loved hearing all your thoughts on my prompts <3

You and me both buddy, I’ve been hanging out in Resident Evil and Honkai 😂 also i love receiving all your prompts, they’re heaps of fun to write/think about

It still catches me so off guard when i see things where Graves genuinely cares for Soap, but its also so funny cause every time i try and think of that man trying to rizz Soap up, all i can think of is that scene where he sucks his teeth and shit before telling Ale his men have been detained.

And the thought of him being so bad at flirting but Soap either being that oblivious or finding it too fuckin funny that he just lets it continue is amazing to me. Especially when Simon’s listening into all of it and is absolutely losing his mind over these horrible fuckin pick up lines and hearing Soap laughing in response. Its just *chefs kiss*

Omfg Rudy and Soap? They’re so bloody cute. Those two would take over the world with how adorably soft and badass they’d be as a couple. Its like the polar opposite of Alejandro and Valeria as a couple and I love it.

Rudy would be the softest fuckin lover and would balance out Soap’s chaotic energy but he’d also subtly endorse that shit if he saw fit. He would be giving out affection and gifts like he was getting paid to do it and he wouldn’t give one single shit if you didn’t like it.

Soap would be so blushy and giggly when Rudy kissed him on the cheek in the middle of a pub, heedless of anybody else because if he wanted to show affection to his boyfriend he’ll damn well do it.

Johnny’s just so used to being the one to initiate any and most physical affection/pda that when its done to him he isn’t entirely sure how to react to it. He loves it to bits but he’s also so shy about it and its adorable to see.

And last but not least! Our poor Ghost and his affection starved self. Simon absolutely adores getting kisses from Johnny because they’re always so soft and gentle.

They never ask for anything in return or leave him feeling icky and grossed out. It’s just Johnny’s way of showing him affection and Simon loves it so damn much.

He can’t help but blush to the tip of his ears when Johnny mindlessly kisses his cheek before leaving for his duties, the Scotsman smiling brilliantly before he leaves. His heart warms when the sergeant, without fail, kisses him goodnight, regardless of whether their sharing the same bunk or not.

Johnny will quite literally track him down across the base just so he can kiss him goodnight and its so unbelievably heartwarming and it makes him blush something stupid whenever it happens. But he wouldn’t change for the world.

#fic prompt #ghost x soap #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #prompt #call of duty #fic #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost #rudy x soap #onesided graves x soap #graves is bad at flirting #graves got no rizz #rudy x soap are so cute #soft rudy #adorable soap #ghost is losing his mind #soft ghost #response #reply #anonymous

[sparksnevadas]

I've feeling so many emotions. They're all so relationship constipated god bless em. When mumbo and grian were joking about their single braincell ping-ponging between each other when they're hanging out all i could think of was "no its pingponging between every single person in this building." none of them know how to interact with each other god. It's like watching several unsocialized chihuahuas trying to have a friendly interaction. Mwah. Exactly what I wanted from a GIHASM update

And the Pearl and Grian interactions are so good. Sibling stamp of approval frankly. They torment each other so much it's so good. I love them so much. Wriggling my fingers in the taste of a plan we got, but I do love a good Rebellion Against An Organization. Mmm mm mmm

God they're all so cute when their braincells are and arent functioning. Grian I am holding your face. Why are you so dumb. God. I. I'm knocking Mumscarian's heads together like sacks of potatoes being moved on the back of an old farm truck, tbh. Maybe eventually that braincell will start triangulating.

'dont teach the child about crime' is certainly a sentence being said I love them so much. Also, do teach the child about crime, actually. Grumbot deserves a little crime, as a treat.

Its all the little details that make me love GIHASM so much. Mumbo Jumbo flubbering his words and going for 'time-clingy-. Scar passing off all his bell peppers. The medicinal muscle salve. How Bdubs using his vines to gesture. Ahhh its so good. The worldbuilding spice of life.

Also that whole interaction w Bdubs and Grian in the Kitchen im - bdubs I will SQUASH you excuse you. You leave my bird chicken man alone. We are so close. We are SO close. Bdubs I swear. I love that Scar swoops in to save the day though just. Bdubs you are like a bug I am putting inside a cup, pray I poke air holes mister.

I love that Etho is long suffering but I just also love etho. 😍 My long suffering nincompoop. I don't think plan is technically in Scar's vocabulary. Also that whole scene where Grian lifts Scar up with ease is everything to me. It's so funny.

God the CHARACTER INTERACTIONS. the way the entire infirmary scene parallels the opening where Grian leaves to now, where Mumbo is basically confirming he wants him to stay. I am feeling so soft about them. I love them so much. AH

BELLE OH MY GOSH!! I wasnt expecting an actual ESSAY in my inbox after you read the update!! but im so grateful!!

"none of them know how to interact with each other" i mean... YEAH, grian doesn't even know how to interact with his own feelings. hopefully not too annoying to read, but either way... we're nearing the point were grian has to confront himself head on ; )

the pearl and grian scene is my baby,,, that's the oldest part of this new chapter, probably done in late october. I wanted them to feel authentically sibling like and also i had just started watching pearl more often so i had a good grasp on her voice! I'm glad it didn't lose its spark (heh) after so much editing around it. I was so excited to finally write her beyond a few sparse lines

they are idiots. / affectionate

Grumbot can and will commit voter fraud and get Mumbo elected, please don't teach him about crime belle, please-

time clingy my belobed,,, I love making all of them sound and look silly. theatre of the mind and all that :D

THE KITCHEN SCENE. okay this is the part that was the hardest for me to write but grian needed to confront the fact that he can literally leave whenever he wants but he hasn't even thought about it. like hello? (grian if you werent in love how could anyone justify staying that long, sleeping in the same room, CUDDLING--) bdubs apologizes after so please poke holes and give him a bottlecap of water belle im sorry orz

grian lifting scar up was funny. I literally wrote it, thought "this might be too silly" (and also as an ace/aro spec i dont really see the appeal of getting lifted but i like doing it to others to be silly) and sent it to you/atherix and a friend (Ash) and all three of you loved it. A genuine stamp of approval in my eyes hehe

I love parallels :)

Thank you so much for the ask/comment Belle!!! <3

#its belle! #gihasm #talking to friends

[nathanxcline]

@patrickxpearson

Patrick could see the effect of his words on the masseuse and while he kept that endearing and charming smile he pulled up on a daily basis – on the inside he was smirking. Who wouldn’t fall for a handsome man with a cute smile and a thick Southern accent? Those three things alone had given him so many things in the past and granted him access to so many spread legs that the personal instructor had lost count. People often said never to mix business with pleasure for it never ended up well – but those fuckers were amateurs. They lacked the proper mind frame to make something like that work. Not that he was currently actively seeking to learn Nathan’s secrets. Those would come in time and if they were something juicy… Alexander would hear about it. If they were just plain secrets that no one truly cared about… no harm done either. Patrick could always use someone close to keep him company. Some entertainment or another set of eyes and ears that would come to him whenever shit hit the fan. It did pay off to be friendly with all the staff. Almost like he was the motherfucking Wicked Witch and everyone working there was nothing more than his little flying apes. It was a cruel comparison but there were times when even those that lacked secrets proved to be useful. For every task, there was the perfect tool after all. “A proper massage?” Patrick glanced over his shoulder as Nathan walked past him, unable to stop his smile from growing after feeling the masseuse’s hand on his shoulder slowly travel down his bulging arm. If there was one thing that Patrick did love was when others worshiped his body. He took a great deal of pride and effort to look the way he did. And he was perfectly conscious that the vast majority of men and women out there would view him as nothing more than a brain-dead himbo. Well – let them. It wasn’t his fault if people were stupid enough to judge a book by its cover. “I can’ remember.” The personal instructor scratched his chin as he kept his gaze on Nathan – the clear invite to lay down on the table implicit in the way the masseuse ran his hand over the surface of the table. “I don’ think I ever had a proper massage.” A little white lie. He had gone to spas with Alexander. He had gotten massages before but that was something no one else needed to be aware of. “Does havin’ a mate rub my shoulders count?” Patrick gave Nathan a little innocent shrug before one of his eyebrows made the most perfect arch as he rose them at the other man’s words. That he was going to have to lose his sweatpants. Why… cheeky little thing.

“Yer’ just sayin’ that ‘cause ye’ want to see me naked, right?” There was a brief pause as Patrick walked closer to the table but kept himself fully in Nathan’s view field. He didn’t want the masseuse to lose the show as he pulled the strings on his sweatpants and pulled them down just enough to show the throbbing veins and a bit of the trimmed light brown pubes crowning his junk. “Ye’ sure have a nice aim. Right on the day, I ain’ wearin’ underwear.” Staff were required to wear jockstraps at all times but Patrick considered those a bit constrictive, choosing to go around commando. Why not give others something to satisfy their appetite while working out? It was a good incentive. “Then again, I do feel more comfortable with my clothes off.” With the sweatpants hanging lower down his waist, Patrick leaned down to remove his shoes and pull his socks off before giving a harsh tug on his own pants, feeling the material slide down his legs as he presented himself completely naked – and maybe just a tad aroused – to the masseuse before him. “Ye’ wan’ me on my stomach or my back?” Not really waiting for a proper response, Patrick climbed onto the table and laid on his stomach, making sure to roll his shoulders back to show off all the muscles on his back and the curve of his ass. “I was never pampered like this, darlin’. Ye’ might reconsider spoilin’ me. What if I can’ get enough after all the wonders I heard from the clients, hun?”

As prepared as Nathan thought he was for this job, even he was surprised by the sheer level of pheromones were in the air here. He'd seen more dick in the past couple of weeks than he'd probably seen in the rest of his life combined. Not that he was complaining or anything. In fact, he was finally starting to settle into the constant state of arousal he found himself in. Everyone was beautiful, everyone was horny, and his day job consisted of rubbing down everyone who came to see him. It was kind of difficult not to almost always be thinking about sex in this place, and not a bit of him was mad about it. His days were much more exciting when he didn't know what position he was going to end up in or whose room he was going to be invited to. It kept him on his toes, something he was sorely missing in his life before. Part of him even thought he might belong here, a proprietor of pleasure.

Nathan whistled softly at Patrick's answer. "I have my work cut out for me then." He always put his best foot forward, or hand in this case, but when it was someone's first massage he wanted to leave them with a good first impression. And when it was someone's first massage from him he wanted to make sure they came back for more. He'd certainly be happy to see more of Patrick here or literally anywhere else in the Haus. When he accused him of just wanting to see him naked, Nathan chuckled. "Maybe a little bit." As his eyes lowered to the teasing glance of what was to come. He hummed, running his eyes back up to Patrick's face. "Oh really? I hadn't noticed." He'd most definitely noticed. It was hard not to notice in those sweatpants. Nathan wished he wasn't wearing the jock strap included in his uniform because he was beginning to get a tad uncomfortable beneath the fabric. Why did it have to be kept so damned warm in these massage rooms?

Completely distracted by the sight of Patrick naked, Nathan didn't even try to answer, simply letting the other man climb on the table however he wished. He was a little disappointed not to see that chest anymore, but the muscles in his back and shoulders were more than enough compensation. "Nonsense. That's what I'm here for." Nathan walked over to grab a bottle of oil, whichever one was closest at hand, and then came back again. "To spoil whoever is on this table." Instead of pouring the oil into his hands, since it was still rather warm, he opened it and squeezed a slow trail along Patrick's spine. "I'm sure I could find the time to give you more." His voice was a bit softer, deeper, settling into that calming atmosphere of the room and sounding a tinge more seductive than before. Nathan laid his hands on Patrick's back just above where it met his perfect ass, and ran them up the length of it to his shoulders. With oil gathered on his hands, he pressed his hands down into muscle as he worked his hands out to the other man's shoulders, using more strength than he would on most men to truly get into the fibers of his well-developed muscles. "So, how did you become a personal trainer?"

#patrickxpearson #[ using the new editor so new post it is ]

[starlight-time-machine]

Week in Review

03/10/2024 – 03/16/2024

Sunday

Week 5 of missing Cipher Academy.

Monday

I was pretty excited for today’s episode of Game Changer, because the Sam Says episodes are usually some of the best and I love Lou, Jacob, and Vic…but unfortunately this one fell short of my expectations. The general vibe felt like they pushed slightly too far into the psychological torture range, and the players didn’t really put up a good fight so it was just beat down after beat down, coupled with really hard prompts that cost them tens of points at a time. And what was the purpose of the swear jar if those points didn’t end up going to anyone…just another kind of mean thing to tack onto their other commands… The episode ending with everyone losing a bunch of points and Jacob only winning by chance feels like such a far cry from the mind-boggling triumph that Ally ended the last Sam Says episode on. I don’t know, I think this game might be getting a little stale, and unless they can get players who can match Sam beat for beat, future episodes are just going to keep raising the stakes and making the players miserable, and I don’t really want to watch that.

Manga Monday time…Girl Meets Rock is fun. I genuinely forgot that Tamaki existed, but she works well as a stand-in. My points about the other possible guitar members still stand, though. Also fun to see Rin continuing her weird girl era.

Undead Unluck is great, it’s so gratifying to get these lore drops every chapter. And Top getting his super bombastic literally around the world finishing move is fantastic, and a great cap on this arc.

RuriDragon is okay…someone did a Twitter thread praising its translation, so now I overanalyze the dialogue whenever I read it…and it actually kind of annoys me. The writing strikes me as trying a little too hard to be young and modern, but the translator doesn’t actually know what young people talk like. The mom’s dialogue felt the most egregious to me – I get that she’s supposed to be like a millennial mom, but the way they wrote her dialogue feels so unnatural and stilted…it got to the point where it was actively hampering my enjoyment. But I don’t want to come across like a bad faith “all localization bad” Twitter guy…and I often have this same complaint with the dialogue of adult fiction novels, so it might just be me who’s the fringe weirdo who doesn’t know what normal people sound like. It was cute seeing Ruri and her mom hang out, though, I feel like we don’t get a lot of strong mother daughter relationships in anime or manga. But if I’m being honest…I do want the story to get some sort of direction soon…otherwise I think I might drop it.

I can’t believe they did the “only one bed” trope in Dandadan. I like the frog design sense of this world… Momo and Zuma are a cute duo, and the last scene was super sweet, but I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it because not only are Momo and Otarun obviously endgame, it’s kind of tiring that all three conventionally attractive guys in this friend group are interested in Momo (I mean the mecha otaku guy is also interested, but it’s played off as a joke because of course it is)… I can accept it with Jiji because the “childhood friend with whom you have a different sort of bond” thing was an interesting dynamic, especially as Jiji and Otarun became friends in their own right, but this is getting a little ridiculous… I need the non-Momo and non-Otarun members of this group to start being interested in each other!!! Give me some unexpected ship fodder!!! It’s ripe for fun teen drama, why are we concentrating all the guys on Momo and half the girls on Otarun when, by default, a bunch of those affections are going to end in failure?? Ugh.

Magilumiere whatever. Shigemoto and Sakura bonding was cute, but the rest of the chapter was just typical basic manga comedy stuff. Oh no this anime girl made some shockingly bad food, who could’ve guessed…

Chainsaw Man okay…I’ve been trying to ignore it, because being a mangaka is such a hazardous career and we’ve lost so many big names in recent years…but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the more detailed art style of Part 1. Finer linework aside, even the panel layouts of Part 1 felt more memorable and unique…it’s just a bit of a shame. I guess I just wish the whole industry was better, but there’d have to be so many changes for that to happen.

I can’t tell if I’m just having an off day where I find everything annoying, or if everything being slightly disappointing is making me have a bad day…agh.

Okay, at least the Undead Unluck episode was pretty good. The constant stops for attack name title cards were a little annoying for the fight’s momentum, but I get that they’re just trying to emulate the pop that those titles have in the manga. I appreciated some of the artsy direction, like Juiz shoving Remember in Victor’s head or the Andy/Fuuko kiss at the end…that panel was what got me to read the manga in the first place, so I have a soft spot for it. It’s also fun that this episode released around when the new manga chapter did, as we have these parallel discussions about soul and what they mean in the context of this world’s rules…it’s impressive that Tozuka really had things planned out to this extent.

Rewatched Succession season 3 episode 3 because I wanted to feel something (and watch something good to make up for the rest of today). This episode holds a special place in my heart for being the one where, when I watched it for the first time, I finally “got” the show. I had enjoyed season 1 and 2 a decent amount, but I kept waiting for bigger and more dramatic moments typical to a corporate drama, only to feel let down by the bathos and subtlety that Succession often likes to employ. But this episode was the one where everything finally clicked for me, and I understood the themes and tone that the show was trying to convey. The shifts of power between Kendall and Shiv are so subtle but gratifying to watch play out as this conflict intersects between the corporate and the personal and the familial – the Rape Me scene and the long Kendall walk down the hallway are both already all-timers, but the FBI raid at the end and Kendall watching it with the most ambiguous expression on his face is really just the cherry on top. As always, everything in Succession is firing on all cylinders at all times, but it’s done so masterfully that you don’t even notice it unless you’re actively thinking about it. It’s such a feast.

Tuesday

Against my better judgement, I’m watching Evilive, another Korean drama. I haven’t had good luck with K-dramas in the past (I’ve only watched two but they both pissed me off), and I’m sure this one is also rife with over the top ridiculous drama that’ll annoy me (oh boy this guy’s the EVILEST GUY and he’s gonna drag this other guy into his OHOHO EVIL SCHEMES for the ULTIMATE EVIL), but…goddammit the gifs of the big evil guy interacting with the older glasses guy were so intensely yaoiful that I had to see what this was about… They may not actually be gay, but I can enjoy the tension nonetheless.

So far it’s been okay. There were some eye-rolly moments, but I also enjoyed some of the more artful direction and shot composition.

Wednesday

Started watching Nisemonogatari because I needed something to pair with my dinner and it’s pretty fun so far. As ever, Monogatari’s set design feels so surreal but familiar, like they’re trying to capture the feeling of a location rather than its actual architecture. I think it’s fair to say that that’s my favourite part of the show so far. I only got through two episodes, and they’re a bit slow in terms of story, but I’m looking forward to learning more about Araragi’s little sisters.

Thursday

粉蒸肉 and DunMesh make a great pair, especially when today’s episode was as fantastic as I was hoping it’d be. It had an equal dose of everything – kinetic action, comedic moments, genuinely harrowing stakes, and a great hook for the ending. It was a given that the group’s well laid plans last episode would immediately go awry, but seeing each member of the group improvise and contribute their skills to the eventual victory is incredibly satisfying (as Laios says, they couldn’t have done it without everyone being there. Shoutout to Chilchuck for the knife throw that made me yell out loud when I read it for the first time). But Laios sacrificing his leg to get the kill is the highlight of the fight, and it really demonstrated his determination and love for Falin. I also love how they had to systematically cut through the dragon’s organs before finally finding Falin’s bones – DunMesh’s down to earth approach to the cycle of life and death and consumption makes their task feel all the more insurmountable and real. I really can’t wait to see this arc conclude next episode. (Also Marcille’s magic runes had sound effects that reminded me of Cardcaptor Sakura, and I liked that.)

Friday

I’m happy to see that Undead Unluck is continuing its strong episode streak, especially when Anno Un is one of my favourite characters and his backstory is so uniquely painful and heartwrenching…his family just being him and his mom drives the tragedy home even more when he seemingly disappears… But Anno finding meaning in his art is so important to me personally, and I feel like Tozuka really poured his heart out through this character. The other highlight of the episode was BUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY GIRL AGOO BNUUY!!!!!!!!!!! SHE’S SOOOOOOOOO CUTE AND BABY AHHHHHHHHH She’s reading manga!!!! NOOO SHE’S GETTING SLAPPING AND TOSSED AROUND AND HER LITTLE “WEH” AND THE WAY SHE’S SO SQUISHY AND ROUND AHHHHHHHHHH This was such a good episode. AND THE PREVIEW WITHOUT ANY NARRATION WAS SO CHILLING AND THEMATICALLY APPROPRIATE BECAUSE NOW ANNO DOESN’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Also wow Sean really got sliced in half huh. RIP, you’ll do better next time.

Saturday

Went outside for once, so there’s nothing for today.

#week in review #2024

[blackvail22]

everything went wrong so far im so disappointed

nvm im just overdramatic

everything was fun

it didnt go the way i wanted it to but it was still fun

nvm im overthinking again LMAOO

DUDE

ive been out of my meds for two days now, my anxiety meds arent working anymore... im so out of whack !!!!

like, its literally not a big deal that he has a matching pfp w his friend that flirts w him!!! yeah!!!!!!

im so overdramatic and insecure i really just need to let it go

he hates and refuses to have matching pfps w me but does w them!!!! yeah, its fine!

this is so juvenile of me i stfg

im not going to cry over this

stop. oh my god

DUDE THIS IS SO FUCKING STUPIDDDDD

i hope i can get me meds nextt week a new anxiety med im losing my mind

chest is constantly burning, my hands r always shaky

its literally the worst its ever been

and im CRYING over something so STUPID

(its not stupid to me. i really like matching pfps even if its subtle... i think its cute n sweet i just wish he didnt refuse it when it comes to me...)

im so upset, man

this was supposed to be the day i could finally hang out w him but he's w his cousin im going to combust

WHY AM I CRYING OVER THINGS SO STUPID AND LITTLE FUCK

its okay for him to have friends

its okay for him to talk to his family and be witg them

im not the only person in the world

i dont even matter that much anyway so why am i so sad?

im so bored of playing games by myself and scrolling social media endlessly because no one really talks to me or makes plans with me

but when they do, sometimes my first reaction of exhaustion and how much i dont want to talk

why am i like this?

my neverending fear, now, is that i am on the spectrum and people wont accept me, even though nothing will really change... id still be the same person as before the label was placed on me, but theres such a big stigma around autistic people that its hard for people to see that?

so, if i am autistic, and if i do have adhd (or some form of it), i dont want to tell anyone. i dont like telling people abt the other 3 disorders i have, so its not like itll change....

my sister said something yesterday, and its stuck with me ever since... she said "you know, whenever you get a friend, it seems like they just start to disappear, and they just leave you"

and its true...

im just the problem, arent i?

its not my neurodivergency... its just..me

im just embarrassing to have around, i guess

[eskumii]

Can I request some Yandere! Platonic Older Brother headcanons for Armin Arlert? Maybe make then fluffy please?

Thank you for your time! Have a great morning/night/afternoon! :D

soft yandere!older brother!armin arlert hcs + how he reacts to you seeing thru his manipulation [platonic]

TITLE: " ALWAYS US " — navi.

A/N: no stop bc i've been working on this since i posted the eren one hehe. i was literally going to post this yesterday but i fell asleep!! tysm for the req :)) i can't decide if it's cute or cringe to use "onii-chan" or like other japanese honorifics for siblings in my writing so i only used it once lol

PAIRING: soft yandere!older brother!armin arlert x little sister!reader (platonic)

CHARACTERS: armin arlert (22), reader (18)

☆ armin would be a complete softie when it comes to having a little sister. he's already quite mellow in personality and affectionate with the people he's fond of, so naturally he extends this towards you tenfold. he's a very devoted and involved older brother.

☆ he's so clingy. literally bothers you all the time and wants to hang out whenever he gets the chance. gives you so many hugs and head pats, it's like he doesn't understand the concept of personal space. whenever you tell him to chill, he gives you this kicked puppy look that makes you feel guilty—you always end up giving in to his affections. sometimes you feel like the older sibling instead.

☆ he's definitely an overthinker but that results in him being rather thoughtful. he's the type where if you tell him you like something, he'll go buy it in bulk the next day. he's never forgotten a birthday. he scribbles down your likes and interests so he doesn't forget them. if he travels somewhere he can't take you, he'll bring back souvenirs and gifts for you. armin does make sure that you know you're loved and cared for.

☆ he's a complete worrywart though. he cares so much about your well-being that it stresses him out. when he's away for expeditions and is forced to leave you back within the walls, he's constantly paranoid that something will go wrong while he isn't there to protect you. he hates that feeling more than anything.

☆ he can also be insecure of himself at times, so having someone who looks up to him really makes him feel strong and needed. your opinion of him matters the most out of everyone else and he feels warm inside whenever you praise him or express your gratitude to him.

☆ armin is actually quite lenient with you but it's partly so he can keep your perception of him in high regards. he's not one to chain you down with rules, but that of course has its limits. since he's so sweet and so patient with you, you would never even guess that he acts the way he does to be able to subtly manipulate you into obeying him.

☆ like oh, you wanna go spend the night at a friend's? but, but—he's been working so hard to provide for you, shouldn't you spend more time with him instead? there's nothing your friend can do that he can't! he knows you like the back of his hand and he's very good at getting you to do as he tells you.

☆ armin has a huge problem with babying you. whether that's due to the fact that you're his only remaining kin or simply just from the trauma of losing so many comrades, armin can't help himself. despite the fact you're grown now, every time he looks at you he sees the little sister that always looked up to him for guidance and direction. his world would literally crumble if you were to ever fall into a state of mind where you disliked him.

☆ and that is his downfall.

☆ though you didn't inherit a lot of the brains that he did, you're not entirely stupid. you caught on when things started getting a little too much. you went out to the market on your own without asking armin first and returned home late in the evening, just before he usually got home from corps work. but... to find him already there and absolutely fuming—yeah, you just knew something wasn't right.

☆ "[y/n]!" armin rises from his seat on the couch, blue eyes ablaze with an anger you didn't even know he was capable of. "where've you been? i've been worried sick." he stops in front of you and grabs your shoulders with a firm, unrelenting grip. you're shocked that he made it home before you, he's never home this early.

☆ you're not sure what to say to that, honestly. it's not like you did anything wrong. you harshly pull yourself from his grip, an annoyed look surfacing your features. your feet ache and you really aren't in the mood to hear armin's annoying lectures about "asking for permission to leave the house" right now. aren't you an adult? you don't need to do that anymore.

☆ "[y/n]. don't ignore me. sit down, i'm talking to you." armin uses the same commanding tone you've heard him use with the lower-ranking cadets when they aren't taking their duties seriously. irritation drills right through your chest. you are not a kid and you are not a little soldier that he can just order around when he pleases.

☆ you don't even bother to look at him as you make your way to your bedroom instead, completely unconcerned with your older brother's antics. he can argue with the wall for all you care.

☆ armin is genuinely speechless. mouth-open-arms-dangling kind of speechless. did you just... ignore him? he almost starts laughing to himself; what is this, your little rebellious stage? that's actually adorable. he watches humorously as you disappear down the hall to your room and slam the door shut behind you. he chuckles to himself and shakes his head, brushing off your blatant disrespect as you having a bad day or something.

☆ he won't lie and say that what you just did didn't hurt him a little bit. regardless, armin decides to let you brood in your teenage angst for a while. it's a phase that you'll get over, right?

☆ wrong. in the following days, you continue to ignore him. he'll walk into your room with your pink apron on and an abomination of some kind of food on a plate, announcing proudly, "i made you dinner! :D" ignored. while you're hanging up laundry, he'll come up behind you with a cute smile, "[y/n]-chan.~ let's go to the market today, i'll buy you those sweets you really like!" ignored. nothing, literally nothing he does is getting through to you.

☆ armin can't believe his charm isn't working on you anymore. what happened? were you catching onto him? the thought nearly makes him stumble and he grabs onto the edge of the kitchen counter to hold himself upright. no, you were too naïve, too innocent, too lacking in basic cognitive skills to catch on. still, though, why were you so adamant on disobeying him? it's never been a problem.

☆ truly, it doesn't take long for armin to lose his patience with your little "rebellious phase." he decides that maybe he's been too nice and forgiving with you, or perhaps it's you who's grown complacent with his leniency towards you. so what does he do? he comes up with a plan to win you over: operation "force [y/n] to spend the weekend with him" commences.

☆ of course, armin would never do or say anything to you with inherently malicious intent. he takes the weekend off from corps work to plead with you until you finally give in to coming out of your room and speaking to him again (told you he's devoted). the rest of the weekend is spent doing things that he knows you like; you bake a cake together (you're more than annoyed when he clumsily spills the flour everywhere and breaks eggshells into the mix), he offers to braid your hair and make flower crowns, and he even suggests you both go and have dinner at your favorite food stall in town.

☆ although you want to not enjoy yourself, you end up enjoying the bonding time anyway. it's... sweet, just like the how you've always known armin to be.

☆ by the end of it, you can hardly say you're mad at him anymore. you start to think that maybe it was an overreaction and you were wrong to be mad over such a little thing. actually, you're not even sure why you got so mad in the first place. you know that armin's overbearing nature is only because he's trying to help you, not hurt you. after all, it's always only ever been the two of you so you can't really blame him for being the way he is, can you? you have to be there for him, too.

☆ "um, so, you're not mad at me anymore? you were super mean the other day..." armin prods carefully, gazing at you hopefully. you're both walking back home after he took you out for some pastries. you pretend to ponder, crossing your arms and turning away, but moments later you tackle him into a hug. "of course not, onii-chan. sorry for being mean to you, it was silly. forgive me?"

☆ armin's heart almost bursts in his chest and he quickly reciprocates your affection, tightly embracing you. of course you're not mad anymore; you fell right where he wanted you, again.

#if u hate armin.. block me :( #yandere aot #yandere armin arlert #yandere armin x reader #yandere aot x reader #aot x reader #aot hcs #aot x female reader #yandere x reader #yandere #attack on titan headcanons #yandere attack on titan #yandere snk #platonic aot hs #armin arlet fluff #armin arlert x reader

[murizepng]

RADIOSTAR! ☆

the investigation team with a s/o who appeared on the midnight channel (all members, headcannons, seperate! + spoilers included.)

dududu, inspector gang is here!

#yosuke hanamura

losing his mind

hes expecting like a classmate or his batchmate he dint really know

and then you appear on the tv showing you twirling around the area and he drops his mouth open 💀💀

"WHWTA TEH HELL???"

around you 24/7 doesnt wanna let u go 🥺

going to get groceries? he’s coming with you. going to buy tofu? he’s coming with with you. going to the bathroom? …he’ll wait outside.

if you tell him you need space, he’ll watch you from a safe distance.

invites you to places that dont have a tv with them. suspicous of everyone except the investigation gang

he fails his job when he gets you a shake he turns for one sec and ur now gone 💀💀💀 he is so shocked he dropped the shake.

the shake dint spill (thankfully)

he’s rushing the investigation gang to find his s/o even teddie is sick of his ushering

and when he does he IMMEDIATELY hugs you or like pinches your cheek to make sure you arent the shadow

that or he would punch you.

depends on his mood wether hes silly or not.

"Thank god you're back..I was so worried. Don't go missing again, please. got that?"

#naoto shirogane

worried but keeps calm

they dont necessarily follow you where you go

but they do try to keep a track on where you go, stay and come to.

constantly messages you !!! formal as HELL though like dawg..

"Good morning/evening. I'm just checking up on you, how are you doing? Anything going on lately?"

TBF they get to know where you are + HOW you are so its a win win in their book they love listening to you

gets really disappointed in themselves if you do end up getting caught.

"I could have done better.." "I should have done better."

poor bb its ok its not ur fault :((

AND WHEN THEY DO GET YOU BACK HOMES BROO THEY'LL STAY AT UR SIDE AT 24/7 AFTER A FEW DAYS OF THE INCIDENT

not really obvious at it btw, its REALLY subtle.

Like the ocassional, "I made extras for dinner. Mind joining in?"

"I need someone to help me with these files. You're the perfect help."

"My bed needs someone to sleep in it. Care to?"

... Okay maybe not really obvious. They're trying though

#yu narukami

Everything was going so good.

He spent time with you and nanako, no one in the town collapsed and he got some money.

It was doing so good.

His world came crushing down when he opened the tv.

Greeted with your apperance, smiling mischeviously and telling the investigation crew to come find him.

bro is enough w this bs . who even decided to kidnap YOU dawg

hed be very invested in finding you instantly

HE WILL NOT STOP UNTIL HE FINDS YOU!!!

And before you kenw it this was by far the fastest case he ever oslved with the imvestigation gang

He treats u like a gentleman afyer eveyrthing !!<3

#rise kijikawa

"huhhh?? is that who i think it is?"

shed call you once the clip ended.

shes so worried :((( she doesnt want you to be in danger!!

rise does actively try to make sure youre with her at all time like yosuke. she walks with you, has frequent hangs out with you, and lots more!!

Whenever she sees someone/something sketchy she INSTANTLY makes a beeline and makes you go towards the other direction.

"Ohhh, look here!! Look at this cute keychain<3 Its cuter than that fox."

"But Rise! You don't normally see such a cute fox!"

ABSOLUTELY HEART BROKEN WHEN YOU DISAPPEAR 😞😞💔💔

She keeps INSISTING that she fights in the battle knowing damn well her persona isnt up for that kind of thing.

"Let me at them senpai! I need to fight these shadows!-"

"Rise we need you to guide us for gods sake PLEASE"

When u get back she gets all giddy and excited!! <3<3

"Ahh!!~ You're back, you're back! You're for real backk!"

She kisses ur cheek in happiness mwa mwa

"Dude, are we all technically the third wheel?"

"... Yeah. Definetly."

#teddie

dawg i gotta be fr with you on this one i think he might be the most calmest 🤷🤷

like yeah hes worried and stuff but

you are like...

where he was born.

I dont think hes worried that much haha!!

He finds out when hes like, "Oh where are you s/o!!!<;3"

and yosukes like "dude did you not watch the midnight channel? uh yeah so aum ur s/o got kidnapped"

his mouth is dropped

bamboozled

flabbergasted

WHAT.

"HUH?????? DONT WORRY I'LL SAVE YOU MY DEAR S/O-"

"OH MY GOD SHUT UP STOP SAYING THAT TEDDIE WE LITREALLY SAVED THEM ALREADY."

Oh 🧍🧍🧍🧍

Anyways after the fight hed cling unto you

Like he clutches unto your arms, hugs you from behind, etc. etc.

its going to be a while for him to stop LMAOOO

#Persona 4 #persona x reader #persona 4 x reader #yosuke hanamura #yosuke hanamura x reader #naoto shirogane x reader #naoto shirogane #naoto shirogane uses they/them pronouns #rise kujikawa #rise kujikawa x reader #no specified gender #teddie x reader #yu narukami #yu narukami x reader

[beanswrites]

"A Second Chance I Didn't Want" Asra x MC, from "The Arcana"

You know how I usually say that whatever I'm posting here is a cute fluffy one-shot? Yeah, this is not it. This is probably the angstiest, sourest, saddest one-shot I've written in a LONG time. But hey, this anon right here did request for it to be angsty as heck! (And I took that personally)

My readers, after reading this one-shot: Have you ever considered... Therapy?

I'm warning you now, this is really triggering and might not be for some people. I cried while writing, if it matters. Yet, you can always check out my masterlist for loads of fluff!

Requests are open! Check out my rules for requesting (pinned post) before placing your request, or pick something from my prompts list!

Also available on AO3!!!

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Word count: 1300 words

Trope: Angst, Angst with an unhappy ending

Pairing: Asra Alnazar x gn! MC

AU: none

Warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide

Picture from Pinterest!

Another day passed, feeling like it lasted years. Sure, the saying was true: "Time flies when you are having fun" But each saying has its other side. Time also feels never-ending when you are miserable.

To be fair, MC wasn't miserable, yet they weren't happy either. The apprentice was very familiar with this feeling, the feeling of numbness. Lately, it's all they've been feeling. Nothing fazed and nothing bothered, nothing managed to bring a single tear or even a laugh. Oh, but how they tried.

Portia made MC's favorite dish every day. Every time she would see them, she'd always bring them a hot plate of the delicious food they liked so much in hopes of getting them to smile, even once. Just to get them to eat one little bite.

Nadia was the one who'd always invite them over for tea, or even for a quick stroll around Vesuvia. They did reply and went a couple of times, trying not to hurt the countess' feelings. But, lately, the pile of Nadia's lavender-scented invites was only getting bigger and bigger, as it was left untouched. For several weeks.

Julian took them out to the Rowdy Raven a couple of times, buying them beer and requesting their favorite songs to play. They used to love hanging out with everyone in the pub! Memories of the time MC was snorting with laughter would always overflow Ilya's mind whenever he returned to their favorite tavern. It was clear that those times were long gone.

And Asra.. Poor Asra! He's probably gone through most for MC. The way they were suffering was unbearable for him. The magician loved his apprentice with everything he had, and he wanted to make sure that the other half of his heart beating in their chest will never have to suffer an ounce of pain again. He noticed right away that something was off. That with each day, MC was getting greyer, losing that warm, happy aura they used to have.

He went through so many sleepless nights worrying that it was him. That he had done something wrong. Maybe he wasn't good enough of a partner? Good enough of a master for MC?

Soon, he realized it was far more complicated than that. It wasn't a particular person or a thing that did this to them. It wasn't even their fault! They tried their hardest every day, and Asra appreciated that. He was always there for them, talking, kissing, and cuddling the pain away. But it was never enough.

MC first changed once their memories were retrieved. Everybody knew they weren't doing fine even before that, but the change in their behavior was a lot more visible after that. They became quieter, more distant. It was obvious that something about their past haunted them.

Now, MC was sweeping the floor of their oh-so-quiet shop. They knew that Asra will be home soon. After he noticed they were hanging by a thread, he didn't dare to leave them alone for more than a day. Of course, that meant that his regular trips were cancelled since he had to get home to his MC.

All kinds of thoughts were pooling up in MC's mind. That's what being alone did to them - not having anybody to talk to, not having any quick repairs to cope. The scariest place in the world is your own mind. And their mind? Their mind was full of all sorts of dark places.

They didn't want this. MC didn't ask for this! The first chance, the first shot at this crazy little thing called life was enough, and they didn't need more. They fucked up that first chance, didn't they? For as long as they could remember, the never-ending sadness was there, swirling deep in their chest.

Some people understood. Their friends, their closest ones, completely understood the ache and the tears, and never judged the poor apprentice. But some people didn't understand. The people who'd say: "You have no right to be unhappy! You have everything, your life is great! You have a home, you have friends and a wonderful partner, why are you so miserable?!"

And unfortunately, MC listened. They did think they were crazy for a while. The people were right. They had everything anyone could ever ask for and more. Yet, the voices in their mind kept whispering: "They'd be better off without you.."

MC remembers how angry, how mad they've gotten at Asra for what he did. As if he did anything wrong! He just wanted to save the love of his life, he wanted a chance to reverse their horrible faith. But they didn't want to be saved. Instead of kissing and hugging him as the prize for what a hero he was, MC started crying about how he reversed the cards.

It wasn't as if MC wasn't grateful for everything Asra did. That gesture meant everything, it meant more than a thousand "I love you's" He's given them something many people can't even hope to have: A second chance. A second chance they didn't want.

Now, the worst guilt imaginable flew through their veins. A person they love gave up half of his heart for them, and they didn't even want it! They didn't want to have a heartbeat anymore! How does one tell that to their lover? That it would have been better if he kept his heart complete?

Maybe, they could still give the heart back. Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much anymore if it came back to its original place in Asra's chest, if it reunited with its other half. And it would be so easy, so easy to just take it - to rip it from their chest and give it back to him.

They've dropped the broom from their shaky palms. Just like the ancient magic of The Arcana, something was pulling them - chanting their name like a mantra.

"Do it, do it, do it" The whisper was getting louder each time.

Asra trained MC for situations like this. He warned them not to listen, not to ever listen if they heard voices like those, especially after what happened with Lucio. No, they had to ignore them. Ignore them!

But this time, the pull was stronger than ever. Almost as if it was unbearable, as if the voices became stronger than ever before. The mysterious pull of what seemed to be their mind led them to the kitchen of their home, towards one of the drawers.

They knew what was in the drawer. It was the place of Asra's special, magical dagger they weren't allowed to touch. Apparently, it could either provide the most painful or the most peaceful of deaths, depending on what the user wanted. The magician prohibited the sharp dagger from ever leaving its place, just because he was afraid that MC would get hurt.

The handle of the dagger was cool under their hands. The razor-sharp metal was so shiny, that MC could see the reflection of their scared but eager eyes in it. This was what they waited for. Finally, there wouldn't be any regret, there wouldn't be any wishes that things played out differently.

A sharp sound echoed through the small room as the dagger sunk into their skin. The last thing MC saw was the person they loved, Asra, and the terrified look on his face as he walked through the door. His loud cry, followed by waterfalls of tears, became blurry, as everything seemed to ring in MC's ears.

"MC, NO, PLEASE!"

At last, they will be at peace. They know they've hurt Asra with their decision, but he'd be better off without them anyway. To ease his pain after what they did, they collected their last few breaths, and shakily whispered:

"Goodbye, Asra.."

#the arcana #the arcana visual novel #the arcana game #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #asra the magician #the arcana mc #asra x reader #asra x you #asra x mc #asra x apprentice #asra alzanar #asra alnazar #asra #asra angst #one shot #the arcana fic #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfics #fics #the arcana asra alnazar #the arcana angst #angst #requested by anon #requested #requests are open #writing requests #yeah yeah i know i'm a monster #i also cried so don't feel bad

[falloutjay]

Boys (Main4/CATG/Forgein Kids) with shy S/O?

This big boy is finally finished!

I honestly feel like this one is my worst HC List yet, but I tried.

And like I said, I will now post out of order, since I now go along with what I feel motivated for at that moment, so you can get the good stuff.

Love you guys! Thank you for all your support, it really makes me happy whenever I get a new notification! <3

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The boys (Main4 I CATG I Forgein Kids) x Shy!Reader

Cartman:

He doesn’t get why you’re shy. Like, just stop being that?

He slowly grows to accept it and kind of likes the roll he slowly slips into.

Anyone being a dick to you? He will berate them on your behalf.

A waiter brings you the wrong order? You don’t wanna make a fuss and just eat what you got but he will make sure that the waiter regrets working that day.

You appreciate him trying to get you heard but you would also like if he brought less attention to you.

  Stan:

You do you. He likes you for who you are and won’t change a thing about you.

Being shy and his family is no good combination.

Randy really tested your limits when you first met his parents.

Stan will always make sure you feel comfortable when he is with you, not wanting to scare you off or anything.

He thinks its super cute that you’re shy. He can’t help but find you adorable if you’re flustered.

  Kyle:

Thinks you’re adorable.

He will always make sure that you will be heard and try to work with you on your shyness.

I mean, hanging out with Kyle and his friends kinda requires it but you manage.

His family finds you charming and think you’re a perfect balance to his hotheadedness.

He won’t let anyone talk shit about you and your comfort is his number one priority!

  Kenny:

He loves to make you flustered and stumble over you word.

He does it with such ease that you sometimes hate him for it.

Kenny knows what it’s like being shy (He used to when he was younger, and Karen still is) so he will just let you be.

He will try to get you more confident, like he did but once he sees that it’s no use, he will stop.

His favorite thing about you? You getting flustered when he flirts with you.

  Butters:

You’re both rather shy so you’re a rather quiet couple that just enjoys each other’s company.

Unlike the other boys, should you get a wring order at a restaurant, you two will just enjoy what you got, not wanting to cause a commotion.

Butters parents love you. You don’t get him into trouble, you are quiet, well behaved, what’s not to love?

Butters is the perfect SO if you just want someone who will just quietly enjoy the world with you.

  Clyde:

Like Kenny, he loves seeing you flustered.

To him its like a game, seeing how far he can push you.

A big problem with him is his ego though.

Some guy bummed into you.

You will just quickly say sorry and continue.

Clyde however will try to pick a fight and will probably lose it, leaving you to profusely apologize.

  Token:

He is so in love with this quiet being named Y/N.

He will gladly do anything you don’t feel like doing.

You have a phone call that makes you nervous and you struggle to get your words out? He will take over.

His parents are in love with you.

They think its so cute how flustered you get when Token talks about how great you are.

  Craig:

Craig and you are a thing to look at.

This tall giant with a shy partner clinging onto his arm whenever he lets you.

Craig really likes your shyness and thinks that it fits you perfectly.

“I love how youre not one of these annoying other girls that just cause trouble wherever they go!”

Craig enjoys spending your time together with just cuddling and listen to music, no talking needed.

  Tweek:

People wonder how you even got together and who made the first step.

(It was you when you just couldn’t wait any longer)

Tweek thinks you compliment him very well and loves that you can manage to keep him calm.

Tweek is also somewhat shy, so you’d be a quiet couple and his parents are crazy about you.

They love how you keep him calm and just smile at them.

Jimmy:

Jimmy likes to jokes about you being shy but you don’t mind that.

You know he means well and means no offense.

You like that he besides that he really doesn’t care if youre shy, he just lets you be you and be happy.

Should you ask him to handle something for you, he will always try.

 Pip:

Cute little tea parties.

Pip is a sweetheart and likes that you’re shy.

He tries to not make you flustered and will occasionally stand up for you.

Like should you really want to get something, but someone messes it up and you just don’t want the confrontation, he will try to make it happen.

  Damien:

Kinda annoyed that you’re shy until he gets used to it.

“Y/N, just stand up for yourself, I can’t always do it!”

Won’t admit that he does kinda find it cute when you blush around him.

Like Clyde, he will pick a fight should someone come at you, but he will win. Always.

  Christophe:

He is nonchalant about it.

You shy? Cool, but can you handle him? If yes, then he doesn’t give a shit how you are.

You thought that was kinda mean, but you eventually get what he means.

If you can handle his with God-hatred loaded rants, rambling about missions then you’re amazing in his eyes. (He won’t be caught alive stumbling over his words should you do something cute while he talks.)

Eventually he admits that he thinks you’re his beautiful “homologue”, that is just so cute and quiet.

  Gregory:

He’s so charmed by your shyness.

He always thought his ideal partner would be super outgoing and not afraid to directly speak their mind.

But once he got to know you, he threw those thoughts right out of a window.

He loves seeing you blush, or maybe hide in an oversized hoodie.

Should someone be mean to you, you wont even have time to react before Gregory has them apologize to you.

  David:

You two met when he served you in his family’s restaurant and he just couldn’t help but fall for you while you were awkwardly trying to order from the cute waiter.

It’s quite an endearing story and his family thinks it is so cute.

They really like you and keep joking about if you weren’t so shy, you’d be a perfect second waiter.

You just awkwardly laugh at that and blush.

David is just in love and can’t help but always think about that fateful day you two met.

#south park x reader #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick x reader #craig tucker x reader #Clyde Donovan #tweek tweak x reader #stan marsh x reader #eric cartman x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #butters stotch x reader #christophe x reader #gregory x reader #david x reader #pip x reader #damien x reader #thats a lot of tags

[chateautae]

saudade | kth. (m)

saudade ; “a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something/someone that one cares for and/or loves.”

➵ summary : a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it's time to find out why.

➵ pairing : idol!taehyung x choreographer!reader

➵ genre : angst, smut, fluff (the holy trinity), idol!au, established relationship!au

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 16k

➵ warnings : sexual content, swearing, dom + sub dynamics, dom!tae, fingering, oral (f. receiving), lots of dirty talk, t e a s i n g because let’s face it this is tae, big dick!tae, cock sliding, marking, restraint (with his own hands), unprotected sex (wrap it up peeps), rough sex, mushy i miss you sex, lots of feels, tae undresses reader (it’s hot i promise), praising, name kink, slight body worshipping, slight brat-handling, forced orgasm, creampie, one spank, tiny impreg kink, aftercare

➵ a/n : wow, my first fic on tumblr!! i’m beyond excited to finally be sharing my stories and writing, hopefully i can let you escape into a whole new world and enjoy my works! comments and feedback are always appreciated <3

2:27AM. 

He still wasn't home. 

Texts on delivered, calls unanswered, radio silence on all social media. 

And it wasn’t just tonight, it was every night. 

Everyday. 

And it’s been a month. A long, grueling month.

A month where he only acknowledged your presence just once and called it a day. A month where he returned so late and left early enough the following morning you didn't see him. Somedays, he never even came home at all. You made suggestions to hang out together, and he declined them on the premise of 'too busy'. 

It hurt beyond comprehension. 

It's like he wasn't even there.

But you knew he was. 

He was the one who moved your sleeping body from the couch to your shared bed every night, a sweet gesture of his that gave you hope maybe everything wasn't so bad. Sometimes, though, you woke up on the same couch the next morning, knowing he most likely stayed the night elsewhere. 

You tried to remain indifferent to the treatment, figuring he was just stressed with his tightly-packed schedule that didn't always include you. 

But it was beginning to feel heart-breaking, disappointing, but most of all, so lonely. It was starting to feel like he was slipping away from you, like you were losing him, relationship tearing at the seams. It left you nothing but heartbroken and afraid. Afraid of where your relationship had gone, afraid of whatever happened to the never-ending love you two shared. You both harboured an array of feelings for one another that infinitely tethered you two together, kept you madly in love and nearly impossible to separate.  

So where was that now? How could it have all changed within the span of a month? 

You’ve survived comebacks with him before and he never entertained this kind of behaviour. Maybe you had a fight or two about someone cancelling on a plan or working too hard but nothing as excruciating as this. 

Your relationship began to feel empty, so meaningless. And the more he was distant, the stronger the pain grew and your love seemed to be losing its vitality.

Why would he do this? What's gotten into him? Did I do something wrong? Why doesn't he care anymore? you asked yourself repeatedly for weeks.

You’d think work was the issue, where your relationship had to be purposefully low-profile and subdued. But ever since the inception of your relationship, Taehyung never found any of that difficult. If anything, he loved it the most. You could easily leave it to the 'forbidden’ or 'looked down upon' stigma of you two dating to make everything 100x hotter, more exciting, and fuck, did you and especially Taehyung enjoy fiddling around with the concept as if you were some modern-day remake of Romeo and Juliet. 

The sneaking around, the thrill of moments only you two shared, the promises you kept, the secret kissing or displays of affection, your romantic status like classified information some were only privy to. 

But you didn't have to worry about suddenly losing your 'Romeo', though, because Taehyung wasn't as stupid as he was (no offence, Shakespeare). 

Taehyung remained business-like whenever he needed to be and tended to his work accordingly. He was always cautious of the consequences your relationship warranted, and worked hard to prove your love was worth it despite his chaotic life and the challenges everyone warned you of. 

Taehyung has also always been mischievous, a little rebellious, someone who doesn't always like following whatever he's told; so this relationship was just his cup of tea, making it hard to believe he would grow tired of it considering his well-precedented admiration. 

But now, you weren’t so sure. 

Now he seemed practically devoid of the fact that you two were even dating. He didn’t naturally gravitate towards you anymore like before, instead increasingly gravitating away from you. He didn't linger around to catch a moment with you anymore, didn't come looking for you, didn't spark conversation whether it was important or not, even stopped looking at you as a whole. It seemed like being in your presence was something he avoided rather than just didn't do, like he wanted to fill his time elsewhere and sometimes… you swore it felt intentional. 

As if he didn't want to be around you. 

You sought communicating with him about everything, pinning all the blame on his mountain-high stress and how busy he was thinking you could help ease his mind; but he stayed firm on the notion he was just fine. You obviously knew something was up and wanted to confront him, but you feared pestering or nagging him, never wishing to add to his stress.

And you get that, you really do. He has this demanding, grandiose life that you should understand is incredibly stressful and time-consuming. But you're going to be honest... you fucking missed Kim Taehyung. A lot. 

Granted, you saw him at work, even more so now with a comeback dawning on the group, but it wasn’t the same. 

You missed being home with him. You missed the way his big arms cuddled you when you watched a movie together, you missed 'attempting' to cook dinner with him, you missed your snuggly mornings where he wouldn’t let you go until he laid at least a hundred kisses on you. You missed him tickling you when you least expected it, randomly playing any track of jazz or slow music, swaying you until he made you giggle and you missed him never forgetting to kiss your forehead whenever he parted from you, even if he had to be discreet where work was concerned. 

The cute, couply things you missed, sure. But the one thing that consistently clouded your mind and bothered you nearly every second of everyday... 

Sex. 

That active as hell sex life you two had, you missed every damn detail about it and your body desperately yearned for its revival.

After a month's dryspell, you craved Taehyung so badly it wasn’t funny anymore. From all the times he eyed you suggestively, to the way his large, touchy hands ended up all over you, to the way he eventually laid you down, lost himself in his torturous but pleasurable teasing, maybe even tying you up or handcuffing you in the process, getting you dripping wet before he eventually fucked you just right simply out of his own desire.

Nope. 

You can't do this, it only made you hornier than you already were and fuck, did anything you try on yourself not work at all. You were feeling greedy. Going from doing it nearly three times a week during quarantine lockdown with him to suddenly having gone a month sex-free left you losing your mind. 

There used to be so much fire, so much love, so much passion between you two. It was intoxicating, so ardent that you could feel yourselves aching for each other in your bones.  But now, all of that felt either non-existent or buried so deep underground you couldn't feel much of anything. And of course, the absence of sex and the cute stuff collectively sucked, sure. But what scared you the most were your own thoughts. 

What if he's finally tired of you? What if he wants to focus on his career? What if he's found someone new, someone that isn’t staff, someone much easier and less burdensome than you..

You stopped. 

A dark web of assumptions swarmed your head, all seeming completely plausible and welcoming a dull, daunting sadness to loom over you. Your chest constricted at the thought of your fickle importance to him, wincing at the possibility it could be true. You sat in silence in your lonely home, leaving you to ponder when the apartment began to feel so forlorn in the first place.

The photographs he took framed the walls, the old albums he owned littered your shelves and even one of the many jackets he owned was currently sprawled across your couch. You noticed the way his presence was so deeply rooted in the home, yet he felt as distant as ever. 

You settled in on your couch, cradling his jacket at the thought of how much longer this would continue, forcing yourself to sleep in hopes of ridding the feeling of emptiness from your chest.

But you couldn't.

Your mind drowned struggling to sleep, giving up on shut-eye as a whole until eventually you began swimming, swimming through your emotions and one particular thought stood out to you; this wasn't fucking fair. 

It just wasn't, none of this was. You can't let him continue this, can't remain on the fence about doing something and you certainly cannot just let this go. It was your duty as one of the active partners in this relationship to fight for its life, so that's exactly what you were going to do—with one conclusion you were convinced would work. 

You should give him a taste of his own medicine. 

You decided to be upset, ignore him and see how he reacts. Respond with the same curt responses, not give him the time of day, 'naturally' gravitate away from him. Hell, you could start tomorrow by waking up earlier than him and seeing how he responds to your empty side of bed for once. 

That's if he even comes home tonight. 

This seemed like the only sure-fire method of gaining his attention. Maybe if you acted unreasonably, far from how you usually do he would finally pay you any mind, have to approach and confront you. You’d always let him off the hook on the account of him being an idol, but now he’s taken it too far. 

Your mind grew hazy somewhere in between thinking and shuffling on the couch, only the sight of a vacant apartment and the scent of his cologne lulling you to sleep. 

You groaned as your eyes fluttered open, the reality of last night resurfacing as you remembered the impromptu plan for today, cursing how early you had to wake up to avoid him. 

You lazily rubbed at your eyes as they landed on the clock on your bedside table, suddenly registering you were in a different room altogether. It was then you felt the softness of your pillow, the silk of your sheets, the familiarity of your room's walls coming into view—all of it blissful until you froze at the feeling of weight around your waist, a quick glance confirming it was an arm. It was then you felt your neck being fanned by hot breaths, your back flush against someone's bare chest and you felt your heart speed up. 

Is he...?

Thinking you're getting ahead of yourself, you're proven just right when you turn around to a face you knew all too well. 

Taehyung's soft figure rose and fell as he slept soundlessly next to you. 

You instantly softened, in a bit of shock because he was right there, angelic as ever as he breathed calmly and cuddled your smaller figure into him.

He still held you to fall asleep, huh?

A smile found your face at the thought as you admired the details of his; thick, pretty lashes pressed against the skin underneath his eyes, his large, veiny hand tucked under his cheek as the other draped you, his pink, pillowy lips sealed together in an adorable pout. You shifted onto your side and nuzzled closer into him, listening to his rhythmic breathing and watching his broad chest rise and fall. You melted into his presence, soaking in all the glory that was Kim Taehyung. 

You then remembered he was always here, he did give you his personal time; you just didn't see him. You knew he moved you at night, tucked you in, maybe kissed you goodnight. Maybe he had moments where he felt terrible for being away, whispered sweet apologies and promises into your ear.

But then again, you wouldn’t know, you didn't spend enough time together for you to know. 

A sudden movement of his arm and that eerie thought snapped you back into reality, instantly scolding yourself for getting distracted by him. You had to focus on how you felt, hone in your emotions and refrain from doting on your precious boyfriend. 

You wouldn't be able to ignore him later if you didn't start now.

You were forced to leave his warmth, having to ready yourself for today's rehearsals and resolving numerous things for however long this would continue; you needed Taehyung to feel what you've been feeling all this time, needed him to feel the absence of your presence just as you had felt his. 

And you'll be damned if you were going to be easy about it. 

A couple hours had passed as you stretched, yawning after revising a rehearsal video, the murmurs of staff keeping you awake. Stretching for what felt like the millionth time, you slightly jumped at the sound of the studio doors opening just before the scheduled time. You watched it mindfully, your heart speeding up at the thought of suddenly seeing Taehyung so soon. 

Don’t let it be him first, don’t let it be him first, don’t let it be him first. 

You calmed down once your eyes set on 5 of the members ambling in, watching them greet people until you eventually spotted Jimin and Taehyung trailing behind, thankfully too occupied with giggling to see you. 

You rejoiced in the lack of eye contact until you decided to sneak a peek at Taehyung, mortified when you found his eyes suddenly locking with yours. The shock made you turn away instantly, swallowing what felt like your heart down your throat. 

Your ears were welcomed to the boys making conversation, playfully teasing the 95's for apparently being late and in the midst you managed to shyly greet everyone... except Taehyung.  

And this didn't go unnoticed by him, who already felt worried since he woke up to your cold, unoccupied side of the bed this morning. Taehyung instantly found it off-putting, since he usually knew your schedule and left him wondering what reason you had to disappear without informing him. 

Curiosity flooded him as the thought continued to bug him, what did she have to do so early in the morning? His inquiries turned into actions when he began passing through the boys, immediately stepping towards you. 

"Morning, Y/N. Everything alright?" Taehyung innocently reached for your shoulder once he settled beside you. You almost let him do it, making you reminiscent of when he actually gave a shit about you, but you remembered your little scheme and swiftly pulled away.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Taehyung immediately froze up, disbelief riddling his handsome features. You've never once rejected his touch so blatantly. 

You would never do that, he thought.

Taehyung paused his hand at the point he would have touched you, tugging at his bottom lip uncomfortably before rubbing the back of his neck. You internally winced at the hurt you could see on his face through the studio mirrors, forcing yourself to stand your ground as he feebly spoke again.

"You don't seem fine. Why did you wake up so early this morning? You didn't tell me about it..." He scratched his neck awkwardly, a hint of a pout in his tone.

"I don't know, I just couldn't sleep. I don't need to tell you my every move, Taehyung." You responded curtly.

"I know..but you could've told me, Jagiya. We could've spent the morning together in the apartment if you were up so early." Taehyung looked at you in protest, lowering his voice so others couldn't hear. 

The use of your pet name after a long time instantly ticked you off, even more so his proposal, he could say all that cute shit but couldn't act upon it? 

Irritation nestled its way under your skin, causing you to whisper dryly, “Just get to stretching, Taehyung, we have a lot to go over today.”

His jaw clenched as he swallowed, a troubled expression painting his face. He managed a small 'okay' before he unwillingly stepped away.

Taehyung was beyond confused; something was wrong, seriously wrong. It wasn't just your harsh tone or icy aura, but even in the way you addressed him so plainly as Taehyung. 

He didn't understand, he's seen you mad or annoyed before, but nothing along these lines and he couldn’t piece together the reason for your attitude. It seemed like nothing would ameliorate your mood either, leaving Taehyung cursing whatever evil thing was making you so upset. 

Despite experiencing that bitter demeanour, however, Taehyung was forced to watch you act friendly with everyone else during practice.. except him. 

And what was even worse, he watched you do so for the rest of the week. You had gone a whole week with your (what he found to be) ridiculous behaviour, everything about you so different with him he was left consumed with frustration. 

He watched as you continued to treat everyone else the same, getting a little too close to them than he liked. It was something he noticed in the weeks previous to this, but now silently pissed him off even more because this time you decided to purposefully exclude him; and he hated it. You barely spoke or tended to him over the course of the week, Taehyung's envy blooming in his chest at the way you acted so close to everyone yet treated him, your boyfriend, like a stranger. 

He didn't understand why he was the only one, you talked to Jimin about what he did on his days off, pretended to box with Jungkook, danced around with Yoongi and Hoseok and goofed around with Jin and Namjoon. Hell, he even found you socializing with other staff and dancers more than usual. 

Taehyung couldn't fucking stand it, what in the world was wrong with you? Not only did he figure something was clearly wrong, but that he clearly did something wrong. 

He was beyond confused, annoyed, but more so worried as to what was fuelling your actions. Taehyung didn't know what he did, and he couldn't manage not knowing anymore, most of all despising the feeling that he was suddenly losing you. 

He quickly resolved after a gruesome week he wasn't letting you go after rehearsals tonight, giving a fat fuck you to his evening plans and trading them in for confronting you. 

Your eyes stung from a week’s worth of waking up at the ass crack of dawn to avoid Taehyung, rubbing your eyes as you slung your purse over your shoulder to end another day at the studio. Thinking you were alone, you swiveled around to an empty room and surprisingly spotted Taehyung.

You jumped a little, not expecting him to still be here when you knew he had dinner plans tonight. 

Did he cancel them? 

Suddenly realizing this is the first time in over a month you’ve been in a room with him, alone, and especially after the week you've spent purposefully dodging him, anxiety flooded your chest. 

Your eyes flittered around, nibbling on your lip awkwardly as you pretended he wasn't there. You eventually met his eyes and he returned your hesitant gaze with an intense one, nearly peering into your very soul. He remained unbothered with his hands tucked into his pockets, and now that you were finally viewing him, couldn't help but swoon over his look for the day. 

He really chose to wear that damn grey hoodie with matching grey sweatpants that makes you weak, hair styled in the messy curls he's been sporting ever since his perm and wearing that one silver hoop earring you found incredibly hot. 

He looked like a fluffy puppy but also a full-course meal crafted by God himself. 

This isn't fucking fair at all. 

He noticed you staring at him and his head cocked to the side, studying you with a hint of a smirk. He raised an eyebrow tauntingly, like he wouldn't let you go after trapping you in what felt like shackles around your ankles. You could only swallow dryly, averting your eyes and reminding yourself you had to get out of his trance

His power over you was immense, especially when he flipped his curly fringe from his eyes, examining you with such a fiere, unreadable expression you shifted nervously on your feet. 

How is he so dominant when he's standing a whole 15 fucking feet away from you?

You watched a self-satisfying grin play onto Taehyung’s lips, loving the way you squirmed under his undivided attention until he suddenly began stepping in your direction, sheer panic overtaking you. You weren't ready, you didn't really think of the result of this plan and now that it's worked, you knew you were in trouble. 

Taehyung is unpredictable as hell, you never knew what was running through his mind and which idea he’d pick to entertain. You malfunctioned at the thought and your flight response kicked in, making you step towards the door at light speed. 

"I..uh.. I have to go." You stuttered and purposely ducked around him. You felt relieved once you passed his deep stare, until you felt his slender fingers suddenly grapple onto your wrist. 

Shit. 

"You're not going anywhere." His low voice reverberated in the room, sending currents through your body. You refused to look at him, knowing it would make you squeal, but you stabilized your voice to speak. 

"I..", you swallowed, "don't think it's your place to say." 

You felt his hold on your wrist tighten, knowing that pissed him off. 

A small moment of silence passed and you thought he'd given up, relaxing until he suddenly yanked you towards him, your smaller figure crashing into his chest. He held you against his tall body as his eyes locked with your timid ones, forcing the confrontation of your obvious issue with him. 

You took a stubborn step back instead of giving in, arms crossed. Taehyung had enough of you evading his look and gently lifted your chin with his index finger.

"My place? It's been a fucking week and you haven't even looked at me, Y/N. What is your problem?" He emphasized with annoyance, but his soft eyes gave away he was just desperate for an answer. 

"Nothing's wrong, Taehyung, I'm just tired."

"Oh really? Tired? Y/N, don't think I didn't notice you ignore me for an entire week. I thought something was wrong in general but clearly you have a problem with me and only me. What's your deal?" He vented in frustration, tone utterly displeased.

You only scoffed disbelievingly, looking towards the ground in search of something to hold back your piled-high emotions. 

Taehyung grew tired of your silence and sighed with dejection. He cupped your cheeks and looked at you seriously, "Look at me, bubs, what's so wrong? Did I do something?" the newfound frailty in his voice left you sucking in a breath of guilt. 

You really wanted to voice how you felt, teetering on the possibility until you suddenly became aware you'd be requesting demands from one of the busiest people on Earth.

 Your tongue habitually tied itself. 

"It's just.. It's not important, Taehyung. Let me go." You abruptly turned out of his hold, locking your jaw tightly. 

"Why in God's name would I let you go? Something's wrong, Jagiya, and that's always going to be important to me." Taehyung squeezed your arms affectionately, suddenly warming you to him. 

You could instantly feel your emotions conflicting inside, flooding your chest with regret yet frustration so heavy you needed air. Your eyes were beginning to reveal your vulnerability, trying to blink away threatening tears. 

"Taehyung, just let me go, it's absolutely nothing." Your voice sounded shakily unconvincing and yet, you were tugging yourself away as if he would believe you. 

"It's not nothing, I can clearly see something wrong. Why won't you just tell me?" 

"Because I don't want to tell you, Taehyung. It's really just nothing." 

"You keep saying it's nothing but I can see it in your eyes, you're upset, Jagiya. I know you." Taehyung spoke matter-of-factly, his grip and tone growing desperate.

"I'm not upset, I'm just exhausted." 

"Exhuasted..” Taehyung trailed, licking his lips. “Of course, because now you're waking up earlier than you usually do in the morning and on top of that without even fucking telling me why." His tone grew irritated as he scoffed, looking away from you.

You instantly grew annoyed. 

"And I told you I don't need to tell you my every move, Kim. Why are you even so pissed about it?” 

"Did you just.. family name me?" Taehyung narrowed his eyes

"So what if I did?" You deadpanned. 

Taehyung let out a deep sigh. 

"I’m pissed cause I got worried, okay? Not everyone has a situation like ours where anyone could do shit to you because of me, so I like knowing where you are." Taehyung stressed with a serious tone. "And listen, I’m not letting you go until you tell me what's wrong. I'm fucking serious, Jagi, you did not just ignore me all week only to tell me nothing's wrong." 

"And I'm not gonna say anything. I'm fucking serious, Taehyung." You mimicked him, hoping he'd let you go. 

Taehyung dragged his tongue along the inside of his cheek and chuckled dryly, your impossibility unbelievable to him. He pursed his lips before slowly releasing you, his hands up in mock surrender. 

"Fine, you can leave then." 

You took his words without a second thought and immediately turned for the door. You had just cracked it open before Taehyung’s hand suddenly smacked it shut from behind, making you turn around startled. 

He abruptly pinned you against the door with the weight of his body, locking you in with both arms. He leveled himself to your height and peered directly into your eyes.

"And I told you, I'm not letting you go, Ms. Y/L/N." Taehyung now mimicked you as you felt him dominate you with a degree of alpha-male that left you entranced and unable to move. He drew himself closer to your face, so close that he granted no room for you to breathe. You could only stand in defeat, your doe eyes wide as you flashed them to his lips and back to his eyes. 

Taehyung couldn't resist how much he wanted you anymore.

"I always forget how challenging you can be." He spoke in his deepest, sultriest tone, that damn bass paired with his dancing eyes causing you to bite your lip. 

Taehyung watched you do so and grew hot, finding you irresistible when you were acting impossible yet became putty in his hands. You balled your hands into fists against his chest as he dangerously inched towards your neck, his proximity shooting arousal through your blood. 

His scent was intoxicating, resurfacing the numerous thoughts you had of him in his absence. He manifested butterflies in your chest,  knowing you had to resist him yet found yourself giving in.

He finally ducked into your neck, anticipating the connection of his lips until he only ghosted your skin. He breathed against you purposefully to elicit a reaction, gifted his desire when he felt your body lean into him and breath hitch. 

You hated that you wanted him to kiss you already. You craved him so desperately, so in need of his touch that just the feeling of his body pushing you against the door was enough to make you press your thighs together. 

And little did you know, a month and a week without you left Taehyung dying to devour you. 

As if noticing you getting impatient, he pulled you towards him by your waist and his lips finally crashed onto your neck, a silent groan escaping you as his plush lips began mouthing sensually. You let out a breathy moan but gathered the courage to speak up, knowing full well the high creeping up on you and you needed to get back at him.

"Maybe if you were home more often you'd remember." 

A small laugh escaped Taehyung, "So that's what this is about?" The sudden puff of his breath made you want to jump him. He deliberately pushed his hips into yours, shooting jolts throughout your core once you felt the familiar prodding of something hard. He began sliding one of his hands up and down your waist, almost in an effort to distract you. 

"Of course it is, Tae. You're never fucking home." You spoke with vexation, growing both sexually and emotionally frustrated over the way he was pressing you up against the door and inviting a stirring feeling to constrict your insides. He brought his thigh in between your legs, slightly grinding against you as he added pressure to your heat and sucked your sweet spot.

"I'm never fucking home, huh? Who do you think moves you from the couch to our bed? Makes sure you're comfortable and tucks you in? Kisses you goodnight?" He asked rhetorically, letting his teeth bite at your supple flesh and embellish you with his favourite purple marks.

"T-that's not the point, Taehyung. I'm not awake. H-how does that count as you being home?" You retaliated as best you could, snaking your hands to grab the nape of his neck, fingers trailing into the curly ends of his hair. He groaned so audibly that you grew shamelessly hornier.

"Because I do come home. I sleep next to you in our bed, even cuddle you." He began sucking underneath your jaw, wrapping his arm around your torso to press you flush against him. He kissed down your throat trying to bite and leave more hickies, pushing you back for support.

"I-I just told you, that doesn't count, Tae. You... come home when I'm asleep and leave before I wake up. I-I never see you." You tried to maintain your composure, hands hugging his head close to you. 

"But we already see each other here, don't we? You see me at practice, meetings, in the building... no?" He suddenly came off your neck and his hand flanked to your chin, advancing for a kiss. But immediate annoyance flooded you upon registering his words, pulling your face back. 

"Are you kidding me? You count that as seeing each other? All we do is rehearse choreography and work together. How is that 'seeing' each other?" You asked, baffled at his audacity. 

"Because we're at least together, aren't we? Isn't that all that matters?" Taehyung looked at you as if you were the ridiculous one, ignoring your concerns and trying to kiss you again. You immediately removed yourself from him and pushed him back, his hands letting you go.

"That's not the issue, Tae. The issue is that you're really busy and I get that, but we literally haven't done anything together in the last month. And the reason that sounds insane to me is because we work and live together, you'd expect that somewhere in that time we would’ve done something... but we haven't." You emphasized as you pled your case. 

"Princess, we've been over this. I told you at the beginning of our comeback that our time together was gonna be limited. I remember you agreeing to that and understanding. Why is this coming up now?" 

"So going an entire month neglecting your ‘princess' is what you meant? Your 'limited' seems more like 'nothing at all'.” You air quoted and crossed your arms, becoming annoyed with his ambiguity and sudden use of another pet name. 

"Okay, that's not what I'm saying. All I'm saying is that comeback season is busy, it's one thing after another and I can't always keep up with everything. There’s a lot going on; our album, company business, don’t get me started on the mountain of work with promotions, concerts, filming and photoshoots. I'm even making an entire fucking mixtape. I’m trying my damn best here." Taehyung vouched for himself, holding his hands up to defend against your accusations.

"And I'm not saying you don't try, I understand that you're busy but what I’m saying is I don't even feel important to you anymore, let alone a priority. We barely interact, you never do anything with me or talk to me, but for everyone else you’ve got all the effort in the world to spare. I get that you're an idol, I always see you working hard and I'm proud of that. But you somehow make time for everything else.. why can't you just make some time for me?" You felt like you sounded selfish, almost faltering from revealing anymore but you felt so neglected it had to be said. 

"Wh-what about you? Oh my God, Jagiya.. you're such a high priority to me. Trust me, you really don’t know what I'd do for us and you should know I’d damn well do or sacrifice anything. It may seem like I'm not right now but I promise it's not like that. You'll always be important to me, how could you think otherwise?" Taehyung was perplexed by your sudden outburst, never having known of these feelings before. He reached his hands out to you but you abruptly denied him, snapping at the question.

“Then what’s it ‘like’, exactly? Because it seems very much to me like you want nothing to do with our relationship.” 

“No, that’s-that’s not it at all. Don’t worry about this, okay bubs? Overthinking this won’t do you any good, just trust me.” 

“Trust you? You're not even answering my damn question, Taehyung, what is it then? Why aren’t you telling me? Are you fucking hiding something?” You began speculating, his repeated vagueness irking you.

“Jagi, no, just listen to me. Know that I mean it when I say you’re important to me, you’re the love of my life and you'll always be a priority. Why are you thinking like this? Where is all this coming from?” Taehyung asked incredulously, getting on your very last nerve. 

"I don't fucking know, Taehyung, maybe because you ignore me for hours on end? Maybe because you leave me every morning without considering just waking up together? I know we can't make it obvious we live together, but we’ve always found a way before, what happened to that? Your texts and phone calls are so meaningless. You make time for your friends and other people but don't make any for me." Your eyes turned glassy, tears escaping as you recalled your terrible feelings over the last month. 

"Do you know why you find me sleeping on the couch every night no matter how fucking uncomfortable it is? Because our bed literally smells like you and it constantly reminds me of you but you’re not even there. Do you know how many times I've wanted to talk to you but you're too distracted and I know you'd just push me away? Or how scared I am of bothering you? How many times I've wanted you to come home? How utterly empty and lonely the apartment feels without you even though everything about you is riddled all over it? You don't get it, Taehyung. You just don't fucking get it." You found yourself crying and clutched your chest where it felt like your heart was on display for Taehyung, the reality of everything hitting you like a 16-wheeler. 

Taehyung did nothing but blink at you for several seconds, shocked at what he just heard. Were you seriously.. that upset? His absence was that prominent? It didn't even feel like a month to him, but it seems to you it felt like an eternity. 

Taehyung unfortunately only knew his packed schedule and making sure he didn’t fall asleep where he shouldn't. A multitude of things ran through his mind on a daily basis with his chaotic life; discussing outfits with his stylist, trying to purchase that new serum his makeup artist always reminds him of, meeting with a producer to review freshly composed songs for his mixtape or finally going out for that one drink he always promised a friend or two—and he suddenly hated it all. 

He especially began to loathe his demanding life when he saw the hurt on your face; the way your eyes glistened with pain, the loneliness in your voice, the way you tried physically holding yourself together. He couldn't fathom he was the cause of such pain, wincing at how utterly stupid he was for not noticing this earlier.

I really did do something to her.

He searched for anything to say, beginning to form words but quickly stopping himself from starting a sentence each time. He only examined your crumbling state and regretted not having talked to you sooner, but suddenly wishing you informed him about your feelings preemptively.

"I.. I thought you would've said something, Y/N, but you didn't. How am I supposed to know you feel this way if you don't tell me? You-you seemed okay to me." He inquired softly, tone riddled with guilt, but his words only made a disdainful scoff leave your lips. 

"Told you? Taehyung, you have always made it clear that you're a busy person and I've always respected that. You also made clear the importance of this comeback and that I just had to understand how limited our time together would be. Of course I had to act okay. How could you expect me to come and beg you for your attention after you tell me not to seek it?"

Taehyung was taken aback, falling silent. You watched him angrily, finding it unbelievable he really had nothing to say for such a crucial argument. 

"I was fucking embarrassed, Taehyung. I thought you'd get mad at me for hovering around you while you were busy and stressed. I didn't want to fucking suffocate you." 

"What? Jagi, no, this is important. I wouldn't have reacted like that at all. If you were hurting this much you could've told me and I would've done something. You can always talk to me, how could you not know that?" Taehyung inquired with a hint of accusation and it was like every cell in your body had set off.

"Oh fuck you, Kim Taehyung. Don't give me that bullshit! Of course I know, but I also know that you just get caught up in your own world and your extravagant idol life and I don't wanna fucking bother you when you’re living it without me!" 

"Y/N, don't. I'm not trying to pick a fight with you, can you watch your tone a little?" Taehyung asked with a frustrated timbre.

"You know what? I won't, Taehyung, let's fight. Only way to get your attention, isn't it?" Your feelings had reached its peak as you decided to egg him on.

"Don't do this, Y/N. I'm trying to have a civilized conversation." 

"And I don't want a civilized conversation, it's only making you ask me stupid questions." 

"They're not stupid questions. Can you not understand my side of this?" 

"Nope, I won't because I don't care about your side, actually." 

"The fuck? And you just expect me to understand your side when you won't even try to understand mine? I’m expected to know how you feel? Well news flash, Y/N, I can't exactly read minds.” He humorlessly tapped his head for effect, quipping at you harshly.

"I'm not asking you to read my mind, I'm just asking you to fucking pay attention for once in your goddamn life." You rolled your eyes dramatically, arms crossed tight as ever. 

Taehyung noticeably grew angry at the remark, his eyes narrowing in irritation. "Do not tell me of all people I don't pay attention. You know I've changed over the years but how attentive I am hasn't. Don't ever say that to me again." Taehyung's stern voice warned you of the line you were crossing.

You immediately softened and turned your attitude down a notch, only by a margin since you knew he would never grow angry enough to do anything to you.

"Fine, you pay attention, but clearly not enough." You acquiesced, looking away from him. 

Taehyung tried his best to reason now that he sensed you yielding. "Look, this is my first time hearing about this, okay? I had no clue, especially because you seemed and acted fine with me. Of course I'm going to tell you you should've just talked to me, I'm seriously not asking stupid questions." 

"Well, I didn't want to talk to you." 

"And how was that going to help you? It's only making us argue over something so easily fixable." He indirectly accused you and you returned your eyes to his, narrowing them at his audacity. 

"Wow, easily fixable, huh? Do you really think it takes that little to earn my forgiveness after neglecting me for an entire month? Am I that easy to you?" You smiled to yourself miserably, turning away as tears spilled from you. 

Your assumptions were correct, he really just thought of you as some easy pushover. Part of this was your fault, wasn't it? Being so quiet and passive about everything. You voluntarily let him get away with everything, let him slip away without a fight, and the frustration of that realization came washing down on you, hard. 

"No, wait. That's not what I meant. I just meant that if you'd let me known earlier, we wouldn't be fighting like this." Taehyung instantly softened at your tears with regret, internally facepalming himself.

"I didn't want to openly tell you, okay? It makes me seem...like an attention-seeker, and I was so afraid of bothering you." You wore your heart on your sleeve as your voice wavered, more tears escaping as you attempted to blink them away. 

Taehyung looked at you with overwhelming worry. His heart was beyond broken now, his desire to fix everything growing stronger with every tear that dared escape your eyes. 

He needed to make this right, fast.

"It doesn't make you a fucking attention-seeker, Y/N. Stop being so worried about how you appear to me, I'm with you for a reason. I accept you in any way, especially after how much we fought for this, for us. Your feelings too, they're all fucking valid to me. I really would've done something if you’d just told me how you felt." Taehyung practically pleaded, his pouty lips and devastated eyes making it clear he just wanted to reach some sort of consensus with you. 

"But that's the problem, Tae." You sniffled, wiping some tears. "You keep saying I should’ve told you, when you should've noticed on your own in the first place." 

Taehyung felt like someone had slapped him across the face, his lips parting as a deep look of realization dawned on his gorgeous face. "I…" He trailed, but couldn't let words out. He was realizing how stupid he was, how unobservant and ignorant. He hated it all, hated that he was so busy, hated that he didn't pay enough attention and hated that he hurt you. 

You gave up when his lack of words warranted a tense silence between you two, cut short when you hastily left the room. You walked in the direction of the parking lot angrily. You just needed some air, needed to go home and cleanse yourself of him for the time being. 

You thought you were being quick enough, until you heard laboured footsteps and Taehyung's low voice echoing in the hallway, tailing you. 

"Y/N! Wait, wait! Please, don’t walk away!" Taehyung practically begged as he rushed to your side.

"I'm not gonna wait for anything, I'm going home!" 

"Stop! My manager's gonna take us home tonight, okay? We're gonna talk about this." He stated with solidarity as he grabbed your arm, eager to patch things up.

"No we're not, and I have my own car, I'm getting myself home." You snatched your arm from him and marched on.

"You can leave it here for fuck's sake, and I said stop. We're going home together and sorting this out because I can't leave you like this, okay? We need to fix this."

"Awh, all I'm getting from that is you'll finally be home for once!" You chirped sarcastically, never looking at him as you practically stomped away. You saw him falter from your side, knowing he had to have paused at the heft of your comment. 

You both eventually made it through the building’s doors, you needing to be pretty much dragged into his manager’s car despite your vehement protest, stupidly shut into the back with him.

You were turned away putting on an Oscar’s worthy performance of pretending he wasn’t there, and Taehyung was left to canvas his numerous thoughts as the car drove. 

He realized he had said nothing to your comment earlier because.. you were right. 

When was the last time he sat in a car with you like this? The last time you were both home together? The last time you both lazily threw your things onto the floor once you arrived home and immediately smothered each other after holding back all day? The last time he held you in his arms while you two watched a trashy movie? 

Holy fuck, when was the last time we had sex? Made love? 

He could only think of memories from weeks ago in quarantine, nothing recent. His solemn gaze fell upon you as he thought. He could feel the prominent tension between you two, the gut-wrenching distance, leaving a black hole swallowing his heart. He felt no ease, no affection, no love. 

When did it fucking become like this? 

He was still struggling to stomach the fact that he hurt you. He watched you regretfully, tears pricking at his eyes as he saw you attempting to hold back your own. 

He then felt the sudden need to hold you, to comfort you. You had been pulling away from him for so long that he wanted nothing but to feel his large, warm hand cradle your smaller, colder one. Reassure you that while he's stupid, he's still here. 

Taehyung looked at you and leaned over, deciding to gently slide a reaffirming hand atop yours, gripping your fingers with all the love and warmth he could muster. 

He expected you to reject him, nearly giving up on a reaction until he felt your tentative hand just barely grab his back. Surprised, he took a relaxed breath. 

I'm going to fix this.

Taehyung shut the door as you two sauntered into your apartment and you disregarded your things, heading straight for your room. You thought it would make Taehyung leave you alone, but he caught your hand as you began stepping away. He didn’t yank you; simply held your wrist, still and remorseful with your back to him. 

A long pause passed as he stood in place, silence piercing the air until you spoke coldly, "What do you want?"

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could manage, his once powerful voice so incredibly small. 

You searched for a response, the air becoming somewhat suffocating as you sighed. “I know.” 

“No, you don’t. Jagiya, I mean it. I mean it with everything I have. I'm so sorry” Taehyung insisted with meaning, like he was seconds away from falling apart if you didn't believe him. 

You could hear the sincerity in his words and you could feel how heartbroken he was, but your exhaustion amassed with all the emotions that had been attacking you all week were discouraging you from participating in any conversation right now. 

“You may mean it, but that’s not fixing anything, Taehyung. You really don’t know how it felt to have you ignore me. To see you unaffected by our time apart. It felt like you were pushing me away, like I wasn’t worth your fucking time anymore.” 

“That’s wrong, Jagiya. You are always worth my time.” 

“Then maybe you’re just a contradictive jerk, Taehyung, I don’t know!” You threw your hands up as you broke his hold, turning around vexed. 

"Because one day you're telling me to basically fuck off because you're too busy but the next you're saying I'm worth all your time? Where the fuck was that the last month then? All you had to do was spare me a couple hours a week, just a couple. I wasn't even asking for much, you could've made the time!"

“I'm sorry, okay! I’m a jerk, I get it, but I had a reason! I have a fucking reason but right now I want to apologize and say I'm sorry. I’m sorry I made you feel like that, I’m sorry I neglected you and made you feel alone, I never intended that!” Taehyung sincerely implored, eyes worried and persistent as he reached for you. 

“Then what did you intend? Saying sorry after the fact does nothing. If you didn’t intend to hurt me then what did you intend to do?!”  You shouted, evading his touch again. 

“I was doing it for you! The reason was all for you, for us!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as anger seeped into your blood, unbelieving of whatever excuses you thought he was making up. 

“For me? Us? Really? Wow, did you suddenly quit your job as an idol to become comedian of the fucking year?” You quipped venomously. "How the fuck is you ignoring me for a month 'for our relationship'?" 

Taehyung was trying hard to calm himself down, thinking twice about how he was going to handle this. "Y/N, please, just try to trust me on this." 

You scoffed disbelievingly, shaking your head as you quickly made your way further into the apartment and over to your TV. Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed as he watched you reach towards the shelf underneath it. It was adorned with cherished photos of the people you both held most dear; family, friends, the boys. Most of them consisted of Taehyung entertaining his love for photography, having snapped stunning photos of scenery, people or a combination of both he adored enough to frame. 

But many were of you two, either in front of gorgeous landscapes or adorable candids. You picked up a photograph of you two in Daegu—Taehyung's big arms enveloping yours from behind as you hooked onto them, all smiles in front of his family's strawberry farm after his camera’s timer snapped the photo.

“See this? This is something you did for us, you told me you only take and frame photos of the most beautiful moments in your life, and you gave this to me telling me it was your favourite moment.” You placed the frame down, opting to grab the gray Sherpa blanket off the couch in front of you. 

“This? You got this for me after I was diagnosed with anemia during Christmas and had been shivering for months. You told me not to worry because you’d always keep me warm and whenever you weren’t there I could use this blanket instead, think of it as you. You did that for me.” You disregarded the blanket and held up your wrist. 

“This bracelet? You got it for our anniversary and made it our equivalent of promise rings because you know I hate rings. You even made sure your bracelet matched in a way that other people wouldn't notice and was only special to us." You watched as Taehyung slightly lifted his left hand to look at the mentioned bracelet. "You did that for me, for us.” Tears were brimming your eyes as you spoke, voice growing shaky.

“Taehyung, you did all those sweet and thoughtful things for us, for me. Those are the kinds of things you should be doing, not fucking hurting me by acting like I don't matter to you, making me question everything. What’s wrong with you? How could you scare me like that? Treat me like I’m nothing and say it’s for our relationship?”

“You're not, you're not nothing." Taehyung's voice caught in his throat, trying hard to dry his glassy eyes.

"I get it, Y/N. I fucking get it, what I’m doing right now may not seem as sweet as all those other things, but I promise it’s as thoughtful, it's still all for you. I’m serious when I say that, this is all because I love you. Why can’t you just believe me?” 

"And why can’t you just say what it is? Why won't you tell me? Are you hiding something? Taehyung, what you did felt like anything but love-" 

"That’s not true. The reason is insignificant right now because I didn't mean to hurt you, I’m so fucking sorry.” Taehyung's voice shook with genuity, trying once again to approach you, gingerly, affectionately. 

Your anger couldn’t subside with the way he kept side-tracking, however, your emotions growing erratic again. "Are you kidding me? Insignificant? The reason is the most important! Just tell me, why did you ignore me for an entire fucking month?!” 

"I said it's not fucking important right now. I want to apologize first, I didn’t mean to do it!" Taehyung was desperate to reason, eyes begging you to believe him. 

“It is important! Tell me what you’re hiding.”  

“It’s not important.”

“Yes it is!”

“No it isn’t!” 

“Yes it is!” 

“No it isn’t! I'm trying to earn your forgiveness firs-Y/N, what are you.." Taehyung’s eye widened in shock.  

He couldn't finish his sentence because he watched you grab a cushion from the couch and suddenly launch it in his direction.

"What the fuck? What are you doing?!” Taehyung exclaimed as he dodged, his large hands instinctively catching the object, looking at you like a confused puppy. “Did you just throw that at me?!” 

“I did! And I'll do it again until you tell me what you’re hiding!” You challenged him like a child and started reaching for throwable things. Pens, notepads, books, even a stray plastic water bottle all went hurtling towards Taehyung. 

You couldn’t stop throwing out of frustration, his unfair gift of ambidextrous hands and incredible catching skills making you even more frustrated. 

Did he really have to be made so fucking perfect? 

He continued defending himself from your attacks until he grew annoyed, “For the love of God, Y/N, stop throwing shit! Just put everything down and listen to me, you have to trust me before I can even explain myself!” Taehyung shouted more so with concern for you, dodging a bottle of vitamins. 

Now why the fuck was that just lying around? 

You snorted condescendingly, "Again with that, trust you?" You mocked as the TV remote came into your hand. 

"You know what, Taehyung? Let me explain for you, you’ve just found someone new who's not fucking staff, haven’t you? Our relationship got too difficult and you’ve finally had enough. You’re hiding shit to save my feelings, aren’t you?” You accused him much to your dismay, angry tears pooling in your eyes.

"What-no! Fuck no I would never do or think any of that!" Taehyung vehemently denied, finally having reached you and wrestled you for the remote. He eventually pried it out of your hands, throwing it away and holding your wrists as you resisted him.

 "It’s none of that, alright? I was just so damn stressed and I had way too much work. There’s so much going on, it fucks with me and I didn't want to make you my fucking mental care, unload my idol life crap onto you. You're working just as hard and I didn't want to burden you.”  Taehyung desperately revealed trying to reach you, upset that you could even think such ridiculous, lowly things of him. 

"Don't you dare use work as an excuse. I know you were busy and stressed, but you were making time for everyone else in your life except me. Just say it, Tae. I know you're tired of us!"

"Fucking-Y/N, it's literally not that at all. I was actually busy, okay? What I said is true!" Taehyung pleaded, he knew he was only telling part of the truth, but it wasn't exactly a lie.

"It can't just be that, there's no way. What are you hiding from me? I'm serious, I'll leave this conversation if you don't, I'll leave this apartment if you don't-” 

"No! Just-alright! You really wanna know so badly?” Taehyung inquired rhetorically, his jaw locking. “Fine then. You fucking got found out.” 

You stopped fighting him and blinked, confusion riddling all your features. Taehyung sighed deeply and continued before you could say anything.  

“We got too comfortable, okay? I'm still an idol and our team heard a shit ton of rumours spreading outside the company about me dating someone. They controlled most and knew any remaining ones would just turn into baseless gossip since nobody knew your identity. I’d just get talked about which I didn't care about. But people somehow started finding your face, your name, and your information was spreading fast. Management was scared you'd be made public especially with reporters and cameras so up our asses these days and watching us. I was terrified when they told me. I couldn't let anyone know you, not when they’d do or say shit to you just because we're together… so I had to do something."

Now it was your turn to stand in shock for several seconds, utterly wide-eyed at the bullet you didn't even know Taehyung was keeping from you. 

“What-what the fuck? What do you mean? When did this happen?" 

"The same time I started 'ignoring' you. Nobody pressured me to break up with you, but I was warned to dissolve the rumours asap. I took matters into my own hands by acting the way I did to get people thinking we were either broken up or never dating in the first place. I hated doing it.. but it started working. I didn't want to tell you anything because I knew you'd just say we could solve everything together when we weren't in a position to do so." Taehyung wasn't hiding his clear anguish, upset having to recall his awful memories of the ordeal.

You were still shocked at how little you knew, finding yourself at least understanding of his actions and reasoning, but crossed your mind better ways to have dealt with this; especially ones that didn't entail hurting you.

"But Taehyung, you should've let me known. If you had just told me I wouldn't have gotten hurt like this. Why would you keep this from me?"

"I just.. I couldn't tell you. It felt like I was breaking up with you and I couldn't handle it. Even when I finally had the balls to do it I ended up prolonging because I just got so busy and pushed everything away to focus. I felt like I could deal with it on my own, fix it all by myself. I didn't want to drop this on you when you were busy too." 

You exhaled harshly, hating how unfair this entire situation was. "You could’ve told me with something like this, Taehyung. I can't just let you carry the burden all on your own, this entire problem had to do with me. We promised we wouldn’t keep shit from each other especially considering the circumstances of our relationship. Why would you break that promise?" Your eyes welled up again, inhaling painfully. 

Taehyung paused, scoffing humorlessly. "Yeah? I broke that promise? Jagi...you broke that promise too." 

You blinked again, his eyes piercing yours poignantly as you could only look back at him in defeat. 

He was right. 

He was entirely right, you hid your feelings from him and never told him anything, a clear violation of that promise on your end. But you couldn't let his wrongdoings go either, not on this; the hurt, the doubt, the thoughts he made you think. That pain was making you fall apart and the reality of it all came crashing down on you. "An apology still can’t fix this, Taehyung. I want to go to bed, we'll talk about this tomorrow.” 

You pulled away and moved towards your room until Taehyung rushed in front of you, grabbing onto your arms.

“Wait! This isn’t over, baby please, just listen to me.” 

“It is for today, Taehyung. I can't do this right now.” 

“No, I don’t want tomorrow. I want this now, I want to talk to you now.” Taehyung insisted with what seemed like his entire being. He didn't want to spend tonight like this; he didn't want you to sleep upset, and neither did he. 

“Taehyung, you’re making me repeat myself. Let me go, please. I’m exhausted.” You choked on your words, swiping your tears. 

“No, I told you I’m not fucking letting you go, especially not now.” He gripped you stubbornly, searching for your eyes.

“Taehyung, for the love of God just let me go-”

“I said no!” Taehyung's volume suddenly pierced the room, his intense aura stilling you. 

He didn't sound angry. rather in need, like he was calling out to you with his entire heart and the tight hold on your arms gave it all away. 

You finally decided to pay attention to him. His tone beyond serious, his eyes swimming with worry. His miserable face and refusal to let you go regrettably softened you. You understood him, saw the desperation and concern behind all his actions. 

But he chose to neglect you. He made you feel alone, made you overthink numerous possibilities about your relationship and even question his feelings for you.

"You.." You exhaled with agony, swallowing hard. 

None of this was easy, the nights you spent curled up on the couch overthinking, lying to everyone that you were okay, working in the studio alone to get him off your mind, blaming yourself. The accumulated pain of all those days now manifested in your chest all at once, making your heart ache. 

"You made me feel like I wasn't important to you, like I wasn't worth your time. I.. thought you found someone better, easier.. that I wasn't enough for you." Your voice crumbled by the second, your mind jumping to the one conclusion you tried to avoid the most but couldn't any longer. 

"I thought you weren't in love with me anymore." 

Taehyung's heart shattered into a million pieces, overwhelming hurt piercing his chest so violently that tears instantly betrayed his eyes. 

He couldn't bear any of this anymore, the tension, the distance, couldn't bear that you ever thought such an awful thing. Small tears escaped him as he gently placed his hands on your face, looking into your eyes with insurmountable pain before colliding his lips with yours. 

He kissed you tenderly, passionately, like his mouth was dying to express how much he'd missed you, and trying harder to prove how utterly wrong your last words were. Before you could even reject him, you found your own lips mirroring the same longing, the same need after a painful month apart.

Your eyes fluttered shut as tears stained your cheeks, the sheer love you could feel in his kiss suddenly brightening any parts inside you that had grown dark because of him. He began working against your mouth hungrily, trying to commit every inch of your lips to his memory. 

The kiss was fervent, utterly desperate, your harsh breaths mingling together as his hands on your cheeks wiped your tears away gingerly and yours clutched his hoodie tightly.

It's like he was consuming all of you, attempting to deepen the kiss with every second that passed by as he pulled you closer. And for once this past month, you didn't feel like questioning his feelings for you, because he was now serving them on a silver platter, making it blatantly obvious he had never once lost his love for you and will never do so. 

He kissed you like he wanted you and only you, he kissed you like you were fleeting and could disappear at any moment, he kissed you like you were his home, like you meant any and everything to him, like you were the only galaxy he believed in and it did nothing but set you both ablaze.

His tongue swiped your bottom lip impatiently, wanting to taste you after so long and you permitted absent-mindedly, damning every emotion except love and lust to hell, welcoming him. 

His tongue entangled with yours sloppily as you slid your hands up his sculpted neck, a soft groan escaping Taehyung's lips once you tugged his hair. 

It wasn't until Taehyung caught your bottom lip between his teeth that you felt something ignite inside you. You both panted as you disconnected, gazing at his dark eyes for a mere second before impatiently crashing your mouth onto his again. 

This time you caught him for a heated make out session, pulling his hair aimlessly as Taehyung pressed you against him with his arms snaking around your waist, both of you moving perfectly in sync with one other. The feeling of your bodies so close ignited your arousals, currents running through both your veins.

Taehyung pushed you back against the nearest wall, hard. You nearly yelped at the contact but Taehyung swallowed it with his eager kisses, getting rougher, sloppier, growing high off the feeling of you wanting more, him wanting so much more.

He brought his thigh in between you, pushing his hips against yours and you felt his hardness through his sweatpants. Your panties practically soaked at the contact, your moans devastatingly loud and hot and only making Taehyung harder. 

He brought his hands down to cup your ass momentarily as he kissed you, sliding them to the back of your thighs. You kicked yourself off the ground into his hold, legs grappling Taehyung's waist as he forced you back up against the wall. Your hands grabbed his jaw tightly, wanting all of him as your tongues moulded together. 

Taehyung felt his urges to touch you overwhelm him, utterly dying to hear you desperately say his name and moan breathlessly into his ear. He had gone too long, far too long without feeling you lose yourself to him that he needed you now. 

One of Taehyung's impatient hands moved up to fumble with the button of your jeans, disconneting to look into your eyes, his pink, swollen lips irresistible. 

"Have you been touching yourself?" He breathed hard and asked mere centimeters your mouth, forehead leaning on yours. 

"B-barely. I couldn't get myself off the same way." You exhaled harshly trying to calm down, mind woozy from the sheer adrenaline he was pumping through you. "You?" 

"Tried, but nothing felt like you." 

Taehyung returned his lips to yours breathlessly and unzipped roughly, sliding his hand inside and finding your already sopping wet heat. His fingers made contact through the soaked material and you let out a satisfied moan, throwing your head back against the wall. Taehyung chuckled proudly, pressing his lips to your exposed neck as he began lewdly rubbing your folds. 

Your walls clenched around nothing, begging for something to fill you up. You shamelessly rode against his fingers, desperate for more friction and Taehyung absolutely adored how needy you were. 

He smirked to himself as he pushed your underwear aside, his fingertips suddenly touching your bare pussy and you automatically felt sparks, gasping. 

Taehyung felt your delicious wetness and a satisfied groan left his lips. He couldn’t stop rubbing you, playing with your folds like it was a game he mastered ages ago. His digits spread you all over yourself, teasing you. He purposefully brushed over your clit multiple times and you felt nothing but fireworks, the heat between your legs growing so hot you clutched onto his shoulders to stay sane.

"Fuck.. Taehyung fuck! If you go inside.. I can't.. I'll fucking lose it." You stammered out, trying to relax but Taehyung eyed your panting figure with a smirk so evil you wished he'd just fuck you against this wall right now. 

Taehyung brought his lips to your ear and spoke lowly, the bass in his voice sending chills down your spine. 

"Then fucking lose it." 

Without warning, Taehyung shoved his two fingers inside you, a smug grin decorating his gorgeous face as he watched you nearly cry out, gripping harder into his hair and shoulder for dear life. His fingers began sliding in and out, your walls welcoming him greedily as he pumped you, milking out every beautiful sound you could make for him as he relished in them. 

Taehyung was already the hardest man on Earth, his cock painfully tucked away in his pants and aching to be inside you. You brought your forehead against his for support as he went harder, your breaths melding as you panted fucked out moans from the sheer bliss of his long fingers, just something of his dragging inside you. 

Your body moved up against the rougher thrusts of his fingers, practically fucking you open and the delectable sting certifying you’d lost it for Kim Taehyung. 

You suddenly felt your insides beginning to stir around him and you panicked, not wanting to let go just yet, just on his fingers. 

"T-Taehyung.. shit.. I can feel but- but not just on this." Your head was so gone a coherent sentence seemed impossible. Taehyung's fingers curled up inside you as he pumped a little harder, faster, making you whimper against his mouth and he used every ounce of strength he had not to swallow them with kisses, just so he could hear you. 

"Taehyung, please.." You moaned loudly and held onto him so desperately that Taehyung finally snapped, his dick throbbing to have you wrapped around him and hear his name just like that.

"Fuck this." Taehyung pulled his fingers out and carried you straight into your room.

He threw you down onto the bed hurriedly, his eyes blown out as he positioned himself above you. You breathed unevenly as you looked up at him, his body rising and falling quickly as he tried to control himself and his hungry look made you push your thighs together. 

The sight of your flushed cheeks and panting body underneath him made Taehyung's dominant side thrive. He drank you in greedily, registering this as the first time in a month he had you all to himself. 

"You don't fucking know, Y/N. All those times I had to hold back. When you walked around the studio looking sexy as hell, moving your body like pure sin, and I couldn't do a single thing to you." Taehyung's dark eyes indicated something had awakened inside him.

"What do you mean?" 

Taehyung scoffed, "You just don't get it." He mimicked you from earlier. “I was putting on a front and none of it was true. Every fucking time I saw you I wanted to lose it. Every time I saw you concentrating with that look, working, seeing your exposed skin, all the times I caught you practically eye-fucking me and I wanted to eye-fuck you back." Taehyung breathed out, voicing his pent up tension. 

"But you know what was worse? The times I saw you laughing with fucking Jungkook, screwing around with Jin-hyung, the guys acting so close with you. Watching back-up dancers eye-fuck you, hearing all their fucking comments about how hot you are, people asking if you’re single now, and I couldn't do shit because everyone was always around, watching." Taehyung breathed frustratedly, dangerous eyes locked on you.

"You know I don't get openly jealous, but my blood still boils under my skin when I see or hear those things, especially when I can’t do anything about it. I wanted you.. so badly, just wanted to take you right there in front of everyone if I could.." Taehyung nearly growled as his head hung low, entangling his hands with yours and squeezing them on the bed. 

"Then why didn't you?" 

Taehyung's eyes flashed up amusedly, "Why didn’t-you wanted me to do something in front of everyone?” His confusion softened into a little smirk. 

“You wanted to be watched, huh?" Taehyung lowered himself to your ear.  "Wanted everyone see the way I fuck you? See the way I make you mine? Fuck you open for me?” Taehyung was setting your core on fire and you had to bite your lip. 

He noticed and hated that his lips weren't on yours, quickly planting them for a kiss. 

The weight of Taehyung's leg pushing against your throbbing heat started compromising your sense of control, wanting to rile him up so bad he'll have no choice but to give you what you want. 

"Fuck, this is what I've been waiting for. Teasing you under me, cumming just from my fingers and tongue, fucking you senseless until you’re cumming again." Taehyung's words were filthy as ever and you loved every syllable. 

"Then do it." 

He smiled smugly as his mouth moved to the one spot on your neck he knew leaves you squirming. Curses left your mouth the second you felt his teeth, Taehyung adamant on leaving deep, purple marks. 

“I'm gonna show everyone you're mine, only mine.” Taehyung’s authoritative voice came out breathy as he kissed and bit in between, obsessed with seeing the art he was creating. 

"Shit… Taehyung yes, I missed you, I missed you so fucking much." You desperately stammered out.

"I fucking missed you too, baby." He smiled, his dark eyes glancing from your zip-up sweater and back to you. "But first, off."

Your hands moved for the zipper until Taehyung caught your wrists and forced them back against the bed, obsidian eyes scolding you. 

"That's my job." Taehyung spoke dominantly, hot as fuck as he stared at you while bringing his mouth down to your zipper.

His teeth caught it and slowly zipped down your body, pronouncedly breathing against your bare skin that made you hiss, arching up into him as he held your hands down. 

Taehyung was welcomed by your bra-cladded chest, basking in the glory of seeing your body after so long. He began laying kisses in between your breasts, his every contact electric. 

"Taehyung, please.. don't tease. It’s been so long." 

"We'll see about that."

He reached a hand underneath your back to unclip your bra, practically ripping the clothes off you and chucking them. 

Taehyung was heating up drinking you in, cursing at how even the sight of your naked top was making him somehow harder. 

"Shit, Jagi. You're so fucking gorgeous." Taehyung stated with haste as his large hands found your thighs that rested either side of his hips. He then slowly slid them up your abdomen, cupping your breasts and fingering your nipples. Your hands reached out to hold onto him as you exclaimed but he roughly pinned them above you, restricting you. 

He lowered himself to your chest for hickeys, kissing, licking, nibbling the flesh of your boobs. You arched and groaned as he held you down, sexually frustrated as he torturously teased you. 

"Taehyung, please… you know what I want." You breathed out, your hands resisting but he kept denying you. 

"You’re so fucking hot like this, so impatient and needy for me." Taehyung groaned, lapping his tongue over the flesh of your breasts until the tip of his tongue finally glided over your perched nipple.

You gasped at the contact, whimpering as your walls clenched around something non-existent and you bucked up into Taehyung. You could feel heat pooling at your core, begging to be battered as he sucked on your nipples, tongue doing wonders.  

Marks now embellished your chest as he kissed down to your stomach affectionately and neared your lower half, exciting your opening. 

Your eyes darted down and suddenly caught his length, poking out from his sweatpants and practically begging for attention. 

He instantly took notice. 

"No, princess. It’s about you tonight, not me, no touching." Taehyung ordered seriously, looking at you with a sense of dominance that only left you more aroused. 

You made a whiny noise, "Why not? I want to make you feel good." You retorted, wiggling your hand out to touch him until Taehyung locked you down harder. 

He clicked his tongue as he began pulling your pants and panties down your legs with one hand, his dark eyes chastising you, "We'll get to me another day." He disregarded them and let his hand feel up your thighs, bringing his face to your entrance.  

"But right now, having you like this, begging-” he nipped at your inner thigh, “making those sounds-” he licked the marks, “wet as hell for me-” he sucked your flesh, “that's all I need." His tone dropped an octave, letting your wrists go and nearing your cunt inch by inch. 

"Taehyung, fuck-don't do this. Please, it's been too long, don't tease.." You pleaded, hating the way he was shamelessly working you up.

"Do you need me, baby?" Taehyung watched your breath hitch as he kissed around your nether lips. "Need to feel me inside you? Stretch you out? Fuck the shit out of you?" His low, dark tone made butterflies fill your abdomen and all you could manage was a light nod.

"Tell me, Jagiya. Tell me what you want from me, where you want me.." Taehyung breathed against your soaked pussy and you shivered, beyond impatient. 

"Y-your tongue, your cock, Taehyung, you. Please..I can’t do this.. just fuck me, make me come all over you.." You rambled and looked at Taehyung through hooded eyes. You grabbed one of his hands and brought him directly to your dripping heat, rubbing him against your slit unforgivingly.

Taehyung groaned proudly, "Good girl. I'll fuck you so good you’ll feel me for hours, so hard I’ll have to carry you to rehearsals myself." Taehyung's filthy words rang in your ears. 

A loud moan escaped you once Taehyung's pillowy lips and tongue pressed onto your pussy, your breath hitching as his muscle began licking into your folds. Taehyung hooked onto your thighs from underneath, parting your legs wider for him. Your hands found his broad shoulders for support and you tugged at his hoodie frantically, whining. 

"Taehyung, off.." 

Taehyung drew away from you to slide his top off. He threw the sweater mindlessly as he returned, deciding to sink two fingers inside you as his tongue began licking. His newly exposed skin made you feel more aroused, tugging his soft curls to manage the bliss he was supplying you. 

His tongue licked you like he was starving, sucking and flicking your clit occasionally as his fingers curled up inside your velvety walls. You felt like crying, after such a long time the pleasure was already building up inside you and so intense you needed to let go. 

"Taehyung-Tae.. I feel it. Don't stop..." You moaned weakly, your orgasm dawning on you as Taehyung quickened his pace. His dark eyes watched you through his fluffy fringe and it was intoxicating, had you throwing your head back against the pillow just to contain yourself. 

"Come for me baby, come all over my tongue and fingers. I wanna hear you.” Taehyung cooed at you as he pumped and the tip of his tongue played with your clit faster, soothing your thigh and adoring the wet mess in between you. Your loud moans and groans sent shivers down Taehyung's spine and blood straight to his cock. 

The familiar sensation of something coiling came to you, gripping Taehyung's hair until you saw stars and felt a fierce snap, the unholiest of noises leaving you as your back arched. You panted hard, bringing an arm up to shield your eyes, the pleasure of your high dizzying as Taehyung watched you, tasting and fingering out your orgasm. 

He kissed your entrance multiple times before he decided he was done. He straightened himself up and wiped your juices off his chin, licking your essence off him. Feeling you come undone on his mouth made him go feral, needing to feel your walls hug his cock just the same.

He positioned himself above you, gently moving your arm from your face. 

"Don't hide from me." he spoke softly, intertwining his hands with yours against the pillow to adore your fucked out expression. 

You admired him innocently in the moment, his honey-coloured skin kissed by the moonlight radiating through the windows. The expanse of his broad chest and shoulders looking more bulky now that he was working out, his thick neck, the beautifully visible veins in his arms that all created the art that was Kim Taehyung. 

Your eyes scanned over him greedily until you landed on his lower half, the tent in his pants looking so painful you again ached to relieve it.

Taehyung eyed you as you licked your lips, boldly reaching out for his dick. You touched sparingly, Taehyung instantly letting out a pleasurable groan until he caught your hand.

"What did I say? You never fucking listen, do you?" Taehyung brat-handled you, his alpha male on full display. 

“What if I don’t want to listen?” You disobeyed and reached out again, gaining full contact until he grabbed and forced your hand against the sheets. 

“I’ll make you regret that." 

Taehyung quickly shuffled his pants and boxers down and past his hips, disregarding them and leaving him bare before you. 

Your eyes began ogling the angry, red tipped cock that had sprung out, looking painfully uncomfortable and leaving you wishing Taehyung had just fucked your mouth just watch him suffer. He was already leaking precum, making you whimper at the thought of him coming inside you. 

Taehyung positioned himself in between your legs, bringing his dick to your entrance. He tried to bite away a mischievous grin before sliding his cock against your folds to mix your wetness with his.

"Shit, Jagi, you're so fucking wet." Taehyung moaned with you at the pleasurable feeling. 

"Fuck, Taehyung…I can’t, I need.. inside." Your sentence was mangled, his hot flesh against you heavenly. 

"Shit, saying my name like that..I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll feel me in your throat." Taehyung growled, gripping the base of his cock and aligning himself with your entrance. You readied yourself until Taehyung stopped, a thought suddenly popping into his head. 

"Wait, you got your shot this month, right? You're okay with raw?" He asked with no particular haste, concern glossing over his eyes. 

Taehyung's chest suddenly tightened realizing he didn't even know something as simple as you getting your shot, important to him since your phobia of needles was so bad you usually needed to hold his hand or talk to him on the phone. 

But he was so busy this month he couldn't do either.  

"Of course, Taehyung, of course I did." You breathed out erratically, trying to calm down after his tormenting cock sliding. You gave his hand that held yours against the bed a squeeze, wishing he would begin battering your insides already. 

"Fuck, I know how much you're afraid of needles.. I should've been there." Taehyung became disappointed in himself, eyes faltering from yours. 

You immediately grew soft, "Taehyung.. it's okay, if it's for you then I'm not so scared. Don't worry, bubs." You said as you let go of his hands to cup his cheeks, searching for his eyes. 

"But you get them just for me..even though you're so scared. I love you for that." Taehyung doted on you as he tucked your hair behind your ear, completely contrasting his cock about to abuse you. 

"Taehyung, baby it’s okay, I'm okay. I'm with you right now. I want everything you thought of, everything you want with me… I want you." You looked into his doe eyes tinted with guilt, offering him a smile. 

Taehyung returned a light smile of his own, pressing a feathery kiss to your lips before he grabbed the base of his cock again. He gripped your hand hard as his dick compromised your opening. 

He hissed once he sank in, the feeling of your pussy opening up for him eliciting a drawn out 'fuck' to leave his mouth. 

Taehyung could feel how tight you were after a month without him; you weren't as stretched out and he felt drunk. The way your walls hugged his rock hard dick so snug, so intoxicating he wanted to completely lose control but refrained with you in mind. 

You thought you were used to the pleasurable burn of Taehyung's gifted size, already aware of how well-endowed he is but you suddenly felt a harsh sting and forced your hands against his chest, exasperating. Taehyung immediately stopped, widening his eyes in concern. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Just-just give me a second." He nodded, feeling your breaths calm down as he soothed over your arm, your walls relaxing

"Y-you can move." You voiced weakly. 

Taehyung complied and moved in considerately, failing to suppress the low groans that left him. He finally bottomed out and hit your cervix, both of you letting out satisfied grunts at the feeling of him buried so deep. He could feel the way your walls pulsed around him to adjust, adding to his lists of reasons he was insane for you. 

Taehyung kissed you as he began fucking gently, slowly, wanting to feel the way you wrapped around him, craving for you to feel every inch, groove and vein of his cock. 

The feeling of him slowly and languidly thrusting inside you felt otherworldly, the longing, the care, the love in his movements so apparent you grappled the back of his neck to hug him closer. Taehyung rocked himself against you, laying deep kisses to your mouth.

"Fuck, baby.. you're so tight." Taehyung breathed out, unable to hold back his sense of control, gradually fastening his pace to fuck you better, feel more. 

"How does it feel, princess, tell me." Taehyung cooed into your ear, now kissing underneath your jaw. Your lewd noises grew louder as he began pumping faster and Taehyung looked at you. 

"Shit, Taehyung. I-I feel so fucking good. You fill me up so good… want more.” You practically whined, head spinning at his intoxicating pace, wrapping your legs around Taehyung's torso to feel him deeper. 

Taehyung weakened at the feeling, kissing your lips with fervor and now thrusting faster as his need to come undone racked his balls, but aching to treat you first. His skin was imprinted with your scratches, him only fucking you faster in response. 

"Harder, Taehyung, fuck me harder..!" Your voice trailed with a mewl, kissing him sloppily as your desire for more of him grew unbearable. 

Taehyung smirked against your lips, "You want it harder, huh? You like that? Want me to fuck up your insides? Batter this pussy up?" 

"Y-yes, Taehyung, please." 

Taehyung already felt fucked out, wrestling with your tongue as he wrapped his arms around your torso and pressed you flush against him. You both groaned louder as his pace turned unforgiving, 99% sure your neighbours could hear every lewd sound. 

"Taehyung.. fuck. I missed you. I missed you so much!” You spoke without a thought, light-headed but hyper aware of just how much you wanted him, needed him, not only with his cock buried inside you but just him, so close to you. 

"Shit, baby.. I missed you more. So much. So fucking much, you don’t even know." Taehyung growled desperately as he fucked deeper, kissed harder, his tone coated with sincerity. 

Both your confessions made for rougher fucking, nasty tongue kissing, tighter grasps on each other. You rutted against one another shamelessly, movements faltering in precision and more so in desperation as Taehyung shoved himself inside you. 

And he watched as he did, seeing the way he disappeared into you between your bodies and enjoying the way you bounced in response. 

"Taehyung, fuck, Taehyung.." You moaned out his name breathlessly as you gripped his shoulders, feeling your abdomen flood with heat as his cock kissed your cervix. 

"Jagiya, fucking-watch it, say my name like that again and I'll fuck the living shit out of you." Taehyung warned with a growl as he rammed into you. 

"T-Taehyung.."

“Such a bad fucking girl." 

His arms suddenly locked you down in place, holding you tight as he began the roughest, hardest thrusts you've felt all night. Taehyung deliberately pulled all the way out only to smash back in as he felt your body jerk up in response, swallowing your whimpers.

Your moans were loud, ringing in your own ears as you felt yourself losing your sanity. He snapped into your gut, filled you up so good all you could feel was him. Your orgasm was bubbling in your stomach, begging for release now. 

"Taehyung, I'm gonna- fuck, I'm gonna come!”  You warned him with a pitchy yelp, the tingling feeling unbearable as his body rubbed against your clit. 

"Come for me, baby, all over my fucking cock, Let me feel you." Taehyung encouraged as he desperately tried to hold his own load, wanting nothing but to witness the way you came underneath him.

And out of nowhere your second orgasm washed over you, barely noticing the snap as you ached from oversensitivity and protested him to a halt. Taehyung controlled himself as your walls continuously clamped down on him, watching you pant from fatigue. 

But he decided on your punishment and suddenly flipped you onto your stomach, instinctively settling on all fours as you felt him prod your entrance. He pushed you to arch your back and pulled your ass up, giving a nice smack before kissing up your back like the demon he is. He sank in with no warning and began drilling into you again, setting a merciless pace and angling himself to fuck you completely open. 

“T-Taehyung, what are you doing!”

“You’re coming for me again.”  

“I can’t- Taehyung I can’t!” Your hand quickly came down to entangle with his on your hip, his deft fingers boring into your skin as he mercilessly buried every inch of his cock into you.

“You can do it! Just one more time for me princess, let go for me.” He coaxed you as he felt your walls pulsating around him again, his arms hugging your body to his and mouth breathing unevenly near your ear. 

"Taehyung, Ah- fuck! C-come inside me, please!”

"Shit, I’ll stuff you with my cum, fucking give you my kids!”  Taehyung grunted as he continued bartering your pussy, reaching down to roughly rub your clit. You cried out, half from sensitivity but half from pure pleasure, gripping his hand hard. 

You felt the coil coming back for a third time and Taehyung’s encourgements were doing absolute wonders. "Taehyung-shit I’m gonna..fuck!”

Once he delivered a particularly hard, deep thrust with his hand on your clit, you gasped out his name as another orgasm released through your body, temporarily blinding you with bliss. Your legs grew weak as you buried your face into the pillow, trying to catch your breath. 

“Just like that, baby, just like that.” Taehyung spoke supportively as he thrusted one last time before finally coming inside you, helping you ride out your climax. He groaned into your ear as he spurted hot stripes of cum inside you. You squeezed his hand on your stomach that still held you up, feeling him milk himself of every drop he had racked up just for you. 

Once Taehyung felt completely vacant of his seed, relief washed over him as he kissed your upper back, both of your bodies lax and panting for air. 

"You're amazing." Taehyung tried steadying his breathing, beaming as he hugged you from behind, cock still throbbing inside you. "I fucking… I held that back for so long."  

"You didn’t have to… I would've thrown myself at you if you just came home." You breathed shallowly.  "Could've done whatever you wanted.. I planned...on treating you cause you were so stressed." 

Taehyung rolled his eyes at himself, "Ugh-don’t remind me. I already feel dumb as fuck." 

You turned your head back and scolded jokingly, "Don't call yourself dumb, only I get to say that." A soft giggle escaped him as he let you go. Taehyung slowly pulled out and watched as he did so, viewing the mess in between your legs with admiration. 

Taehyung swiped the cum dripping down your thighs back into your core, completely stuffing you with him until he brought his fingers to your lips. He watched you lick provocatively, his breath hitching at the sight until needing to pull his fingers out. 

He then quickly made off the bed and ambled over to the bathroom, retrieving a damp towel and cleaning you up gingerly. He plopped down next to you after discarding it and threw an arm over his eyes. 

You turned to look at him, feeling the butterflies of him next to you flood your chest. You wiggled closer and propped yourself on an elbow to gaze at him, your other arm laying on his chest. 

Taehyung felt your eyes on him and spoke without looking. "Hi."

"Hi," you moved his arm from his face, echoing him. "Don’t hide from me."

Taehyung grinned at you, lifting his arm. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" 

"Like you're madly in love with me. Don’t do that, I don't really deserve it." He stated dejectedly, evading your eyes to rather view the night sky. 

"Kim Taehyung, what did you just say to me?" 

No response. 

You sighed, "Bubs, look at me." requesting with a softer tone and he returned his eyes to you hesitantly. You wagged your finger at him.

"Don't say that, okay? Maybe you should’ve told me, maybe I should’ve been more vocal about my feelings, maybe we both should’ve just communicated. It's not only your fault, it's mine too so please don't say that." Your bottom lip jutted out and your eyes implored him, upset that he was insulting himself. 

He deserved every ounce of love in this world. 

"Maybe.. I just..Fuck, you need to know I hated doing it, okay? Every time I saw you in that building I was dying to be with you, but I had to hold back to protect you. I couldn’t bear something happening to you, and please, please don’t think I don’t love you anymore. I do, I love you more than you’ll ever know. If I could throw all of this away for you I would." Taehyung spoke sincerely, remembering the way he saw you admit such an awful thought and he hated that he was the cause of it.

"You really don’t know how hard it was. I’m writing lyrics for my mixtape and they all end up about you. We're out at a photoshoot and I always wanted to send you pictures. I didn’t use SNS, call or text you because I knew it’d just be harder for me to create that stupid ass distance.” Taehyung ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, frustrated about it. 

“Even when I was shooting commercials I thought about your reactions if you saw them. I missed you the whole time, more than you know. I just couldn’t risk anything, there was so much on the line with you and I wasn’t going to give you up. Work got in the way and there was so much happening and I just-" 

“Shh shhh.” You calmed him down reaching for his cheek. “Thank you for that. I'm sorry you had to do everything by yourself, had to carry all that responsibility alone." Your lips quivered, catching Taehyung's attention. 

"No, it's okay. I'm the one who made you think all those shitty things. I do find you annoying, but I could never find you that annoying." Taehyung quipped to lighten the mood and you smacked his chest. 

"Hey!" 

"I'm kidding, Jagi." Taehyung chuckled before letting out a long, hard sigh. "I was just so swamped with this comeback, I’m working really hard for it and got too focused." He explained regretfully, tucking his hands underneath his head. 

"So you just thought fuck me for a little while, right?"

"Wha-no I didn't, I mean.. I did just fuck you but-not like that…shit, just come here!” Taehyung suddenly turned onto his side and threw his arms out, you scooted over to him instantly, giggling. He tightly wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close, pressing his lips to your hair and you kissed his shoulder.

Your hand absentmindedly found his and you intertwined them, causing a warm and comforting feeling to spread across your chest. 

You found yourself becoming smaller in his hold, clutching his hand to compose yourself because you didn't feel like ruining a passionate night with tears. 

Nonetheless, Taehyung sensed you growing vulnerable and pulled you on top of him, your naked bodies flush against one another. Taehyung immediately showered you with comfort, clutching you close to him.

"I’m not going anywhere, you’re with me for a lifetime, Jagiya." The smooth bass of Taehyung's voice eased you, reverberating from his chest as he senselessly soothed your back.

"Please, don't do that again. Please just tell me next time when there's a problem, I'll tell you too and we can work it out together." A hint of desperation tinted your tone, shutting your lips together to prevent yourself from crying.

"I won't, baby, I promise." Taehyung hugged you a little tighter, running a hand through your hair. 

"I love you, Taehyung." 

"I love you, Y/N." 

#taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #kim taehyung x reader #bts smut #taehyung scenario #taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #first fic #thebtswritersclub

[thewangshuinn]

Gamer Xiao prompt: he wears a mask during his streams so no one, not even his S/O, recognizes him.

This S/O is a huge fan of his and he really has to control himself whenever they unknowingly gush over him.

twinning momence i wear a mask when I stream to hide my identity

thats so cute tho

i

oKAY SO i might go off a little this is going to drive me insane i love it

im too tired to format so just take my affections for him and go with it

normally I'm one for knowing of him and streaming or just generally gaming with him because cute (gamerboys can be ridiculous, though) but OH MY GOD I have never thought of this

xiao likely uses the same username for everything

its probably like. VigilantYaksha or A1atus something (give or take a few adjectives and symbols)

he wears the mask for security reasons- he doesn't want people to be able to find him on the street or anything

his brilliant amber eyes aren't really visible- think yaksha mask

people found him interesting because of it, perhaps

or maybe it was because he spoke completely nonchalant the whole time, as if he didn't notice that he was playing a first-person shooter game and had just taken down an ungodly amount of people with difficult shots

i should note here that i have not played any first person shooters yet

i just feel like xiao would be into stuff like that because he'd be good at doing them without startling

it would be funny

You found him during his earlier days, when the streams were quieter

You would get so excited when he would say hello to you or respond to your comments

you still do, now that he's more famous

he always says hello to you, if he can

you barely miss his streams and he always makes you happy

if you're having a bad day, you tend to look through his content

it makes you smile

Eventually, you meet this guy

he's a little awkward, and he has these brilliant amber eyes

he's so sweet

he clearly cares a lot about you

you find yourself falling for him easily

he has a beautiful, soft, rare smile that only you ever get to see

the way he looks at you is a sight in itself

he gazes at you like you're the only thing that's ever been worth his attention

like you're too wonderful for his affections

he feels so unbelievably lucky to have you

the two of you don't really hang out when he's streaming

the first he heard of you being a fan was when you mentioned how much you enjoy games and streaming yourself

perhaps you're a small streamer, if you want

you'd mention that [his streamersona] had gotten you into some game or another, or perhaps streaming itself

when he inquired further, you could mention how much you enjoy his content and gush about him

he'd blush. a lot.

perhaps he doesn't want to tell you for your safety

perhaps something else

that's up to you

but he nods, remarking how interesting it is that he likes those games too

he's very much restraining himself from outright telling you

his heart is beating very, very fast

he wants to see how you'd react

he wants to hold you and whisper it to you

but he can't

instead, he just says he's heard of a1atus-nemes0s or whatever, and that he'd love to hear more from you

perhaps he'd promise to watch a couple streams/clips/compilations so that he'd get your references

he already got them all

he always watches you gush about his streams with a soft smile

he loves the sound of your voice

he loves the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you love

he watches you, laughing because something he did made you laugh or gazing at you like nothing in all of existence could've ever made this moment better

or like he's glad he could've made you his happy

you like cuddling close to him a lot to watch recorded streams, but he never seems available for live ones

I wonder why.

He starts recording more of his streams to watch with you

if you're a small streamer, he'll definitely follow you

and sub to you

and be active in your chat

and you'd freak out every time

remember how i said he wants to hold you close and tell you quietly? he can't do that, so he just holds you close

he loves to feel like he's protecting you

you love the feeling, too. its comfy

he loves seeing you smile

there are very few things he won't do to see that smile

every time he sees your name in his chat, he smiles beneath the mask

the smile is kind of evident in his voice

which gets you and everyone else in his fanbase very confused

if you end up figuring it out, it's because of his voice

or maybe you pay him a surprise visit during a stream

or you've moved in with him and walk in on a stream

either way, you would lose your mind

he would probably mute his stream or something

he'd definitely apologize for keeping it from you and explain himself

he doesn't want to leave you in the dark because that would be unfair to you

if you let him, he'd take you in his arms again

perhaps he'd even sweep you off your feet bridal-style

everything falls into place

the smiles, the attention, the way he looks at you when you talk about him

it all makes sense now

he'd end the stream early so he could spend time with you and answer your questions

he just loves you lots

he lets you stream with him if you really want, but the two of you tend to play a lot together off stream whether you know of his identity or not

he's really really good

as already clarified

he carries and defends you no matter what

no matter what happens, he thanks the archons for every moment he gets to have with you

#im not dream how dare you #im talestohavetold on twitch if you feel like finding me ig #compliment my eyes and ill know ur from here #hi im in love with this man #i am simping #modern au genshin #modern au xiao #gamer xiao #gn!reader #adeptus xiao #xiao x reader #headcanons #impromptu headcanons