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mlovesstories · 2 years ago

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Generations Part 2

Warnings: ADHD feels, angry Jared

Summary: YN struggles in school, but Uncle Jensen saves the day... or the evening.

Words: 1745

YN age 6

“Mr. Padalecki, your daughter has been such a gift to have in class,” YN’s teacher stated in the parent-teacher conference.

“I’m so glad to hear that, but I hear a ‘but’ coming.”

“She is a delight, I promise. I just wanted to let you know that she is very distracted a lot. She completes activities, but only preferred ones. I don’t think it’s malevolent. It’s not intentional from what I’ve observed. Have you noticed that at home, by chance? When she sits down to read or do homework, is she easily distracted or has a hard time completing it?”

“Sometimes, I guess, but she is six.” Jared tuned in to what the teacher was saying. “I’ll keep and eye, though. Other than that, how is she engaging with her peers?”

“YN is slow to warm up. I’m sure you’ve seen that in her. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Once she meets a new friend or has been watching from the sidelines for a little bit, she is perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her. “ He grinned.

“I have no other concerns, Mr. Padalecki,” her teacher smiled.

YN age 9

“Honey, go read your book. You have to read twenty minutes a night.”

“I hate reading.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know it is hard for you.”

“Can’t I just listen to it? Or can you read it to me?”

“You have to learn how to read and understand on your own, YN. It’s called reading comprehension, and it’s a skill you will need for the rest of your life. If you read the first ten minutes, I’ll read the last ten. You can do this.” Jared booped her nose. She giggled in response.

“Okay,” she sighed.

Later that night after she went to bed, Jensen came over to watch TV with Jared.

“Hey, have you noticed YN has been off lately?” Jensen took a sip of beer.

“She’s been having a hard time getting stuff done like her homework or a chore. I think it’s only getting worse.”

“Yeah, I have seen that too. She also cries over stuff that isn't really a big deal, but to her it must be,” Jensen shrugged.

“I think she is struggling more than she lets on.”

“Maybe.” The shorter man shrugged.

A few years went by, Jared noticing his daughter struggling more and more.

Jared scrunched up his nose.

“Honey?” He yelled for his daughter over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you have an F in English?”

She stalled once she walked through the doorway, eyes widening.

“Come on, if you can earn an F in English, you can have the courage to tell me why.” He turned toward her and spun in the computer chair. Jared raised his brows expecting an answer sooner rather than later.

“I-” YN bit her lip, eyes watering.

“Why didn’t you say anything? It’s almost the end of the semester. You can’t undo it once it’s too late, sweetheart.” Jared sighed and crossed his arms. “Well?”

“I, I can’t write.” YN rang her hands together.

“Yes, you can,” he said almost as a question. “What do you mean you can’t write?”

“I can write, kind of. I can’t read stuff and then write about it after. My brain just doesn’t want me to.” YN knew he wouldn’t like that answer, but that was the best way she could explain it.

Jared took a deep breath with a look of displeasure on his face.

“What you are going to do is you are going to email your teacher this evening and let him know that you will be making as many of these up before the semester is over, and he will be receiving the assignments ASAP.”

“I can’t do it like that, Dad.” YN responded with a deep grunt and exacerbation.

“Well, you better figure it out, because you only have a few weeks of school left before summer hits, and if they retain you, that’s on you.”

YN was so overwhelmed in what had transpired that she didn’t use a defense, she hung her head and said, “Okay, Dad.”

“Thank you. Now turn off the TV that I hear playing and get to work. Use this computer since I have all of your assignments open right here.”

Over the next few days, YN cried. A lot. She was able to turn in an assignment or two, but the whole process was overwhelming.

“I’m leaving to meet Gen. She is grounded and on homework duty until further notice.” Jared said over his shoulder to Jensen.

“Has she met Gen yet?” Jensen whispered.

“No, I’m not introducing them until we’re steady. I can’t break YN’s heart in case something doesn’t work out. YN has met Gen since she is in the cast, but she doesn’t know we are dating. Gotta go, I’ll be back later.”

“Hey, YNN.” Jensen knocked at YN’s door. He slowly opened it. “I am getting dinner ready. You hungry?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Jen.” She kept her eyes on her paper, writing answers for her assignment.

“Okie dokie, I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Jensen ducked out of her room and shut the door.

After he had cooked some chicken and vegetables, he yelled up the stairs for YN to come down for dinner.

“NOT HUNGRY!” He heard her say faintly.

Jensen hurried up the steps knowing something was wrong.

“YN, I know you’re hungry. You told me you were twenty minutes ago. Come down for dinner please,” he said plainly.

“No.”

He tried to turn the knob on her door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“I WILL kick this door down if you don’t tell me what’s going on. AND- you will have to explain to your father why your door is now broken.” He heard what sounded like her tossing her cookies. “YN!” He rattled the knob again. “Open the door in the next ten seconds or I swear-”

Jensen heard the lock click.

As she opened the door, he saw her lips covered in what looked like snot and tears were running down her face.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he consoled. Jensen ran into the bathroom across the hall to grab toilet paper. He came back to crouch in front of her and slowly touched the toilet paper to her lips, wiping away the substance. YN tried to turn away from him, but he continued to wipe her face. “Come here,” her uncle pulled her into him, her body still. After he held her there, she leaned into him with almost her whole body. Tiny as she was, Jensen braced himself to hold her weight.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Uncle Jensen.” She repeated the phrase over and over.

“What are you apologizing for? Did you eat something bad? Do you know why you threw up?”

“I’m stressed,” she said after a moment. Thinking he would have to coax it out of her, he started to ask her more questions when she continued, “My dad got mad because I am not passing English. If I don’t pass, he said I could be retained and have to do fifth grade again.”

Jensen guided her to her bed where he sat her down. He sat across from her in her computer chair. Caging her in with his long legs, he took her small hands in his.

“You’ve been struggling for a long time, haven’t you?”

She could only nod, words not coming to her in her rush of emotion.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

She took deep breaths. Jensen didn’t rush her to answer.

“I didn’t know how.” She shrugged. “It’s not that I don’t want to do it. I want to, Jensen. My brain tells me I can’t. Or I get distracted. But when I told my dad that, he basically said it was stupid and-” she sniffled, “and now I have to finish all these assignments. I don’t even know where to start, Uncle Jensen!” YN backed away and threw her hands up in the air. “I can’t focus, I can’t think straight. I walk back and forth in here because I’m thinking too much.”

“I’m so thankful you shared that with me. It’s hard to describe those types of feelings. Even for an adult.” He watched her pace the room from his seated position. “You’re so brave, sweetheart,” he stroked her cheek after she stopped and made eye contact with him again. “I think I might know what’s going on. Let me talk to your dad, okay?”

“He will just get mad.”

“How about you and I tell him together? I’ll be there to shut him down if he gets mad.” She tilted her head, thinking about it.

“Fine. But I don’t want to.”

“It’s either that or you keep throwing up because you’re overwhelmed, kiddo. You know how I told you I have ADD, and it was really hard for me in school?” YN nodded. “I couldn’t pass English to save my life. I turned out okay though.” He smiled, and she smiled back. “We will do this together. You are in fifth grade and a baby in this world, whether you want to believe it or not. Good for you for standing up for yourself even though you didn’t think you had the right words. It’s only one grade that will not affect anything major, I promise. I bet you they will pass you onto sixth without batting an eye either.” Jensen hugged her again. “I say we eat, you sit down with me and make a plan for the evening as far as homework goes, and then we sneak off to my house for a movie night. How does that sound? We can talk to your dad tomorrow once you’re feeling better.”

“My dad-”

“I will deal with your dad. Don’t worry about him. The real question is whether you want to or not.”

“Okay. That sounds fun, Jensen.”

Text Conversation:

JENSEN

I’m taking YN back to my house for the night.

JARED

She needs to study. I told you that.

JENSEN

Relax, lurch. She’s been working all evening like you asked. Let her have some fun.

JARED

You and I are going to have a fucking talk in the morning.

JENSEN

Whatever, man. Go eat. You’ll feel better. Hehehehe.

“Okay, let’s go!” Jensen called over his shoulder to his niece. “Before your dad makes it home and punches me!” He laughed.

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neurodivergientqueerthoughts · 3 years ago

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Introduction

Have you been wondering what ADHD is really like? This will not be biased towards one minority of people who have ADHD. It will be focused on the big picture.

This document will explain the seriousness of ADHD and everything that may come with it. Make sure to do more research into ADHD, as I am not an expert (although I, myself, have ADHD). In this, I go into detail about different aspects of ADHD and why it should not be taken lightly.

What is ADHD?

(Note: Not everyone with ADHD has these symptoms. They can vary from person to person.)

Constant activity going on internally (Hyperactivity)

Hyperfixations

Hyperfocusing

Depression (Co-occurring)

Anxiety (Co-occurring)

Sensory Processing Disorder

Executive Dysfunction

Auditory Processing Disorder (Co-occurring)

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria

Insomnia / Sleep issues

Inability to focus

Difficulty switching tasks

Inability to stick to one task

Mood swings

Difficulty regulating emotions

Choice paralysis

Problems with focusing

Poor impulse control

Trouble recalling things, such as commonly used words

Exhaustion levels

Imposter syndrome

Overwhelm

Overstimulation / Sensory Overload

Understimulation

Memory issues

Motivation issues

Time blindness

Poor sense of time

Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome (Co-occurring)

Extreme boredom

Going into Detail

Executive Dysfunction/ADHD Paralysis:

A feeling of constantly ‘waiting for something’, without knowing what or why.

Confusion as to how to start or do a task.

A feeling of being completely overwhelmed, even by mundane tasks, to a point of being unable to do the task or function.

A very good description of how this can feel is “a fuzzy-restless feeling when you need to do something but your brain won’t focus on anything… you’re silently begging yourself to just do one thing but instead you’re [sitting there] even though you don’t even want to be. It’s like your head is filled with heavy electric cotton… you’re both uncomfortable and unable to stop.”

This is not the same thing as procrastination or laziness. This occurs with tasks that the person is afraid to do, does not want to do, or even wants to do. Laziness means that a person does not feel like doing something, but they could if they wanted to. Executive dysfunction/ADHD paralysis can be described as something a person has been trying to do for [insert amount of time between minutes and months/years], but they physically cannot do the task and end up feeling like a failure because of that. It is debilitating.

Hyperfixation/Hyperfocus:

An extreme obsession over something. This can be creating something, finding out everything about something, or just something that creates extreme emotions in somebody.

This obsession can easily become unhealthy as the person may forget to take care of themselves due to it. However, these hyperfixations cause extreme joy or curiosity in the person.

Difficulty switching tasks:

“When you have ADHD, task switching can often be difficult. You might feel like you're stuck in a gear. It might be you're trying to start, and your gears just keep on grinding. Other times you may want to stop but the gear just stays in place because you're hyper-focusing on whatever you're doing.”

Inability to stick to one task:

People with ADHD often have issues with motivation, which leads to many unfinished projects.

If a task does not give a person with ADHD dopamine, they are often unable to complete the task (i.e. homework; chores).

Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome:

Instead of having a regular circadian rhythm, with sleeping hours from 11 pm to 7 am, people have an irregular pattern of 2 am to about 10 am.

These times are flexible. However, this means that people with ADHD tend to have issues with falling asleep at a “normal time”.

Extreme boredom:

People with ADHD have issues with dopamine and serotonin.

There are moments when boredom can be painful. People with ADHD can be bored to tears due to extreme emotions and a lack of dopamine.

Time Processing:

If somebody has to leave at 8 am and they wake up at 5:30, they will think that they have two hours or less to get ready. Time seems to pass without a pattern or rhythm.

“Today is Monday, but tomorrow is Tuesday and I have class. After that is Wednesday: I’m having lunch with my mom. Then on Thursday, I have a night class which means it’s basically already Friday and this week is already over.”

Time Blindness:

Not knowing how much time has passed based on their ‘internal clock’; they don’t have one!

Being completely unaware of how much time something will take.

Memory issues:

With ADHD, memory can be greatly affected. Some things will be forgotten very quickly, and some things can be over-remembered.

Difficulty regulating emotions:

“Processing emotions starts in the brain. Sometimes the working memory impairments of ADHD allow a momentary emotion to become too strong, flooding the brain with one intense emotion.” -Thomas Brown, PhD

Brain imaging shows that delayed rewards don’t register for people with ADHD. They are more motivated by the instant gratification that strong emotions deliver.

As a result, a person with ADHD may struggle to deal rationally and realistically with events that are stressful, but not of grave concern.

Motivation issues:

People with ADHD have much lower levels of dopamine than those without ADHD. This causes the brain to constantly crave dopamine.

If a task is not providing the dopamine the brain wants, it will make a person with ADHD less motivated to complete the task, or even start it.

Overstimulation / Sensory Overload:

Information reaching the senses feels like an assault of competing stimuli.

Understimulation:

Outside stimuli are dulled, as if a shade has been pulled over the environment, muting sights, sounds, and touch. These people crave extra stimulation to feel alive.

Exhaustion levels:

Feeling fatigued and tired all the time can actually be related to ADHD. Due to low dopamine levels, people with ADHD can feel exhausted even after getting ample amounts of sleep.

Ironically, people can get bursts of energy from ADHD as well. This can be from hyperactivity or high amounts of dopamine.

Imposter Syndrome:

Feeling like a fraud and doubting your own abilities.

Somebody who is intelligent and who has ADHD can have imposter syndrome towards both. They are not related to each other, but the ways they are portrayed in media causes imposter syndrome.

Auditory Processing Disorder:

Things can take longer to process when somebody hears them than when they see/read them.

The amount or complexity of noise around somebody can affect how they hear things.

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria:

Extreme anxiety towards being criticized or rejected by others, despite their relationship with the person.

Extreme pain or emotional sensitivity is caused by a sense of ‘rejection’.

Hyperactivity:

This is not always visible, if at all. There is constant activity going on inside of a person’s head when they have ADHD.

This creates difficulty with sleep and relaxation.

If visible, it usually takes the form of fidgeting or stimming.

“Dealing” with ADHD

ADHD cannot be fixed, but some things can help people work with it. The coping mechanisms vary from person to person, and they aren’t always going to work. Getting diagnosed with ADHD is the best step to take before anything else, as trained professionals can help with ADHD symptoms.

It is important to understand that ADHD is a learning and doing disability. It affects every aspect of life, but it isn’t a bad thing! Many things with ADHD can be positive as well. Hyperfocusing can lead to a lot of productivity! Additionally, people with ADHD are known to be more creative and inventive (according to numerous studies). Empathy and compassion are higher in individuals with ADHD. People with ADHD even have a stronger moral compass!

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baekhansol · 3 years ago

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N.D.A | f.l

ℕ𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 (ℕ.𝔻.𝔸.) noun

a contract by which one or more parties agree not to disclose confidential information that they have shared with each other as a necessary part of doing business together.

Happy Birthday, Felix Lee!

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff!

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : best friend Felix x gn + nonverbal reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : reader is nonverbal, JYP is an asshole, wanting to lie about having been eating well, food/eating, mentions of wearing masks, I think that's it ?

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : Felix has always been your best friend, and takes care of you when you can't

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : this was beta read by the lovely Dee Dee over at @sugasbabiie . Her notes and edits were wonderful as always 💜

this is also a friendly reminder that my blog contains nsfw elements, so do not follow me if you are a minor.

At one simple glance into your eyes, once allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability with your best friend, Felix knew what a terrible day you must have had. He immediately pulls you into a warm hug, pausing in case he meets resistance before squeezing you and holding you tightly.

"Have you eaten well?" He softly asks you, playing with your hair as he sways you back and forth.

You wanted to lie and say yes. You really did. But you couldn't get yourself to respond that way, so instead, you shake your head no.

"I'll make something then," he says simply, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

Felix finds tears welling up in your eyes, so he cups your cheek with one hand. "Have you taken your meds?" He checks.

When you nod, his expression gives away a brief flash of relief before turning back to genuine concern.

"Good. Why don't you go put your pajamas on and start getting ready for bed then, hmm?" He suggests, smiling sweetly.

You hesitate, considering saying no. You rack your brain, but the fog from your mental state makes the task difficult. You were fairly certain you'd never been braless around Felix before, but at the same time, you really didn't want to wear one.

"It's okay, y/n," he softly assures you.

Looking into his eyes, you remind yourself he has sisters. So you nod as a soft whimper accidentally escapes you.

You retreat to the bathroom, scrubbing your face harshly as you wash it. You try to get rid of the self-hatred and body insecurities that consumed your entire body, but particularly your face. Of course, it didn't help.

A whine of irritation escapes you before you apply the rest of your skincare. Afterwards, you slowly shuffle to your bedroom. You stare at what pajamas you have clean (which isn't much) and end up in a long sleeved shirt to hide your arms and pajama shorts. You made sure the pair wasn't too free flowing, as you didn't want to flash Felix by some weird accident since you didn't wear underwear to bed.

You slowly shuffle out to the kitchen, finding Felix at the stove throwing something together. Padding closer, you notice him making ramen. You ask him what he is doing with a soft “Hm?”

He gestures for you to come closer before speaking, “You had some ramen, so I’m making it with eggs. And now I’m adding in vegetables, see?”

When you nod, he smiles. “Do you want to grab a bowl for yourself? I already ate,” Felix assures you.

You nod and timidly get yourself a bowl and chopsticks, your hands unsteady. You manage to set down the bowl without dropping it, and Felix notices your lack of stability.

He moves from the stove, getting a plastic cup with a lid and straw, pouring you a cup of water before getting himself a glass. Felix sets it at the table before returning to the stove, getting your ramen together in your bowl. “Will you sit down, Y/N?” he asks gently.

You nod and sit, sipping your water and swinging your legs. Felix soon places the bowl in front of you, and you begin to eat slowly. He sits next to you after getting a napkin, watching you to ensure you don't eat too quickly.

Following “Dr. Lee’s” orders, you finish the entire bowl of ramen. Once done, he inquires, “Go brush your teeth, okay? Do you need to take your night meds?”

You pout but nod, getting up and taking the cup of water with you. You take your medicine before slowly brushing your teeth, trying not to let the sensation overwhelm you. When you finally finish, you pad back out to find Felix, who was currently cleaning the dishes.

You huff at him, upset that he was doing them for you. He wasn’t just doing the ones he cooked with, but even the ones you had left in the sink.

He says nothing but smiles when you hug him from behind and bury your face into his shirt. When he finishes and dries his hands, you drag him to the bathroom and get out a spare toothbrush, silently offering him to stay overnight.

“Go lay in bed; I’ll come and join you soon,” he says. When you nod, he takes the toothbrush and gets himself ready for bed.

You lay in bed playing games on your phone, curling up under your sheets. Felix soon comes back, grabbing a book off your bookshelf. He sets his phone on your bedside table, placing his there as well. Felix sits on your bed, leaning against the wall and spreading his legs.

“Come here,” he suggests, patting the spot between his legs.

You hesitate before sitting up, moving to sit in his lap, resting against his chest. He opens the book in front of you, making you giggle when you realize what it is.

“Didn’t your mom buy you this?” he asks, kissing your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. You nod as he opens the book. “I still can’t believe she knew it was a Star Wars storybook and didn’t think it was a children’s book,” he laughs.

A little giggle escapes you, and Felix beams. He begins to read, his gentle voice helping to lull you to sleep. When he finishes the book, he helps you lay down and tuck you in. He puts the book back and turns off the light, smiling at the soft whine escaping you.

You wiggle a little, subconsciously craving his hold. "Lixie?" You manage to murmur, not even realizing it was your first words since he came over. But he knew.

"I’m here," he assures you, climbing into bed with you and spooning you. Felix wraps his arm loosely around your waist, handing you one of your stuffies to cuddle. "This okay?" He checks with you.

You nod, relaxing into him and falling back asleep.

"I love you," Felix says lowly, and you can't quite tell if you were dreaming or not. You two had said that you love each other plenty of times before, but this time seemed different.

You wake up in the morning alone and immediately begin to panic.

"Felix?" You cry out, stumbling out of bed.

You're quick to find him in the kitchen and nearly cry out of relief.

"I didn't leave; I'm just making breakfast," he assures you, setting down the spatula and hugging you close.

When you pull away, he looks at you intently, a smile creeping onto his face. "Good morning, sweetheart," Felix says, causing you to blush.

"Morning," you manage, glancing down.

"Go take your medicine. And don't worry about being nonverbal or not, okay?" Felix says.

You tried not to go nonverbal around others, but you had mentioned your frustration to Felix before. People, especially your parents, always ended up forcing you into talking. It made you uncomfortable and took up extra energy, exhausting you quicker. Felix was rather understanding at the time, but you were always afraid to be around him while nonverbal due to the struggle of communicating. But at the moment, it was going surprisingly well. You figure it's his patience and caring nature.

You go and do as he says, briefly wondering why he was telling you what to do and why you found it so easy to listen. You shrug and come back out, sitting at the table as Felix places a plate of eggs and toast in front of you.

"Eat up, please," he says, joining you with a plate of his own.

You begin to eat, letting out a happy hum as you do.

Felix’s smile grows before he clears his throat. "I have to go into the studio today, but I'm not comfortable leaving you alone, even if I take all of your sharp objects," he admits, his expression turning serious.

You look intently at your plate, finding the yellow of the eggs to be a lovely color suddenly.

"Will you come to the studio with me? You can stay somewhere quiet and read for homework, if you'd like," Felix offers, watching closely for your reaction.

You'd never gone to the studio before. There had been times where Felix had said it would be okay, but you never had the chance. You wanted to, but you were worried about saesangs, getting Felix in trouble, starting a scandal… you had, and have, a lot of anxiety around it.

You hesitate before nodding slightly, causing Felix to grin in absolute delight.

"Okay! Great! And the second thing is… can I borrow clothes? I know you sometimes wear boxers to bed, and I just need a clean shirt and sweats…" Felix asks, and this time it was his turn to blush.

You laugh a little and nod, hoping your clothes would fit him.

"Great! Then after we get ready, I'll drive us there," he decides, smiling to make sure it was okay with you.

You nod in agreement, giving him a sense of relief.

You go use the bathroom, relieved that he didn't get up and leave without saying goodbye, or that the whole thing was a dream or strange hallucination. You take your medicine before going back to the kitchen, sitting at the table where Felix had already begun to eat.

You hum softly as you eat, letting him know to the best of your ability that you appreciate his actions.

Once you finish your plate, you bring them to the kitchen sink and wash them. You go to pick up the pan, but you can tell it’s too hot to wash. You leave it aside to cool down, drying your dishes as Felix washes his own.

After drying your hands as well, you head to your room with Felix to get ready for the day.

Felix helps you make your bed, but you manage to do most of it yourself so it was made the way you like it. You sit down and hug one of your pillows, watching as Felix goes through your clothes and picks something out to wear. He ends up picking out your clothes as well, getting you a soft shirt, your favorite pants, and a hoodie that he could have sworn belonged to him at one time.

He opens your underwear drawer before you can stop him, a noise of distraught escaping you. Felix ignores it just as he ignores your sex toys and lubricant, finding a pair of boxers for himself and a soft, simple pair of cotton panties for you along with a wireless bra.

Felix shuts the drawer and sets what he chose for you on the bed, the soft blush adorning his cheeks visible.

"I'll change in the bathroom, ok?" He states, gathering his borrowed clothes and shutting the door behind him.

In shock, you stare at the door for a moment before managing to get yourself dressed and tossing your dirty clothes in the hamper. You get up and head to the bathroom, greeted with an open door. Felix had already changed and was borrowing your hairbrush.

"Sorry," he apologizes, somewhat sheepishly.

You shake your head and dismiss it with a wave of your hand, silently letting him know you didn't mind.

"Turn around," he says.

You give him a confused look but turn around regardless, watching his reflection in the mirror. Felix runs the brush through your hair, careful about your ears. He sets the brush down and runs his fingers through your hair, braiding it. Felix then ties it off with a hair tie, beaming in pride at his creation.

You give him an appreciative smile before he asks, "are you ready?"

You shake your head, pulling out your makeup.

"You know you don't have to," he begins.

You shake your head more stubbornly, crossing your arms with a huff before you point to your concealer. Felix chuckles, and much to your surprise, he begins to do your makeup. You turn to lean against the sink, watching as he concentrates on doing your makeup. His soft breath fans over your cheeks, and you were secretly glad you gave him a toothbrush.

Felix doesn't take long, giving you only base makeup. He does your eye makeup very simply, looking through your lip products before choosing the one he wants for you. Felix applies the glossy tint, his concentration on your lips causing you to blush.

"There," he softly murmurs, stepping back for you to look in the mirror as he pockets the lip tint.

You beam at him, turning and hugging him. He gently rubs your back before leading you to the door.

"Ugh, socks!" He remembers, turning back and heading to your bedroom.

You laugh and go to the kitchen, somehow managing to start cleaning the dishes. Felix comes back and looks confused, only to realize what you were doing. He helps by drying the dishes, watching as you tie up the trash.

"Eggs," you say pointedly.

"Good idea," he hums, going and putting on his shoes.

You notice he grabbed your backpack and keys, so you put your own shoes on.

As you throw out the trash, Felix goes and starts your car. You soon join him, using the hand sanitizer you carry for situations like this.

Felix turns on soft music, driving to the company after ensuring you were both wearing your seatbelts.

Once he parks, he grabs masks from his bag for you both. Felix puts his on before going to the passenger side door and helping you with yours. He slings your backpack over his shoulder, locking your car before leading you inside. You don’t notice Felix’s fingers twitching, but you did wish you were holding hands. Even in your sensitive state, you knew holding hands here and to the JYP building was not a good idea, as the possibility of saesangs taking a photo and starting drama was too high for either of your likings.

Once inside, security tries to stop you. “It’s okay, they’re with me,” he assures the guard, taking your hand as he shows them his ID.

The security guard stares you down before nodding and taking both of your temperatures. The guard stands to the side, letting Felix take you to the elevator and towards their practice room. He doesn’t let go of your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

Once off the elevator, another security member is about to stop you before they notice Felix holding your hand. “Excuse us,” he says, leading you around them. Their puzzled expression doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you were glad they didn’t try to stop you.

He stops outside a room, pointing to it. “This is Channie hyung’s room, okay? If you need to go there for somewhere quieter, he won’t mind,” Felix explains, quickly pulling out his phone to check something. “Then we are practicing in this room today,” he says, leading you to a different door and opening it.

It was loud, as some of the others were stretching, talking, and dancing. Hyunjin smiles and waves as soon as he notices you, while most of the others shout their greetings. Changbin runs over and is about to hug you, but Felix stands in front of you, since Changbin was prone to hugging without asking.

“Do you want a hug?” Felix asks you, wanting you to be comfortable.

You hesitate before nodding, stepping around Felix and hugging Changbin. Changbin picks you up and spins you around, giggles escaping you.

“How are you? I can’t believe you came!” Changbin cheers as he sets you down, a grin on his face.

You step back into Felix, who gently holds your shoulders as you lose your balance. You look up at him, worry clouding your features.

“Y/N is… having some trouble talking right now. So, simple yes or no questions work best for them,” Felix explains, squeezing your shoulders reassuringly before letting you go.

“Oh, okay,” Changbin says, nodding despite not clearly understanding. “Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know,” he adds, smiling.

You shrug a little, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“They don’t normally leave home when it happens. They generally are stressed and overwhelmed, so it helps them cope and is easier just to let them… communicate in other ways,” Felix further explains, moving to stand next to you and resting his hand on your back.

When you tense up, he withdraws his hand, but you stop him by grabbing his arm and shaking your head. Felix gently rubs soothing circles on your back as you accommodate yourself with the new space.

Chan comes over at the same time, smiling brightly. “It happens normally to neurodivergent people, right? Especially autistic ones?” Chan asks, looking at you for confirmation. You nod, and he continues. “Is it okay if I put my hand on your shoulder?” he asks. When you nod a second time, Chan places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes lightly. “I’m happy you came! If you need a break, you can go to my studio room, okay? Did Felix show you where it is?”

You nod, glancing at Felix.

“Okay, good! Today might not be the best day though,” he admits, looking to Felix.

“What do you mean by that?” Felix asks, rubbing your back.

Chan removes his hand from your shoulder and says in a hushed voice, “JYP is supposed to come to practice today.”

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” Felix responds with a tight lipped smile.

Once Felix makes sure you are comfortable sitting down, he produces earplugs from his pocket (you have no idea where or how he got them), and sets them in the palm of your hand. “In case it gets too loud,” he murmurs, smiling.

He straightens up as the choreographer enters the room, who they greet and thank. They soon start practicing, and you find yourself carefully stuffing the earplugs in your ears. You watch them in awe, looking at each of them practicing the new moves. Your eyes always come back to Felix, and you soon find yourself grinning like a fool. The song was amazing, and you wrote a note down in your phone to tell Chan, Changbin, and Jisung later on.

Right as they start a break, JYP himself comes into the room. You look up from your phone, the blood draining from your face as you try to meet Felix’s eyes. They immediately turn around and greet him, bowing and thanking him for his time.

“Show me what you have so far,” JYP says, heading towards you, standing in front of the mirror. That’s when he notices you. His eyes narrow and he walks over to you, and you immediately bow in greeting.

You feel the anxiety bubbling in your chest, threatening to overwhelm you as your breathing becomes irregular.

“You’re not an intern. Who are you?” he inquires, resting his hands on his hips.

You gape up at him, but thankfully Felix is quick to come to your aid.

“Sorry, JYP! This is my partner, Y/N. They can’t talk right now, since their doctor has their voice on rest-” Felix begins, only to be interrupted. Your eyes widen in shock as he introduces you as his partner, quickly trying to hide your surprise as he lies for you.

“So they’re sick? They shouldn’t be here then!” JYP demands, his face reddening in anger.

“No! They just aren’t supposed to talk because they had vocal chord surgery, that’s all!” he explains, doing his best to pull the lie.

Felix’s words seem to console and calm JYP, who huffs.

“Someone’s going to have to give them a non-disclosure agreement then,” he huffs, looking at the staff as if to tell them they needed to. “I will have a conversation with you later, Yongbok,” JYP sneers.

You knew Felix was in for it, but he gives you a charming smile before starting to practice.

You notice JYP’s glare every now and then, so when they take a break you make a beeline for the door, heading to Chan’s studio room and sending Felix a text with an explanation. You’re so caught up in remaining calm and composed that you almost bump into who turns out to be Mina from Twice.

Your eyes widen and you apologize, bowing and managing to say a soft, “I’m sorry.”

Once in Chan’s studio room, you move his chair and curl up under his desk. You put the hood of your hoodie over your head, doing some deep breathing. You take out the earplugs and put them in your pocket before turning on some soft, soothing music.

You close your eyes and don’t realize you had fallen asleep until Felix comes in the room, calling your name. Before he panics, he notices you under the desk. He bends down and offers you his hand, saying, “C’mon, you must be uncomfortable.”

You take it and he helps you stand up, your back popping as you do so.

“Are you hungry? It’s been a while since breakfast, and we all stopped and had lunch,” he explains, gently letting go of your hand.

You shove the hood off of your head, grabbing his forearms. “Did you mean what you said?” you ask, your eyes wide as your cheeks flush.

“What I said?” he asks, perplexed.

You stare at him for a moment before blurting, “You called me your partner…”

“Oh,” Felix says, his voice small. “About that…” he begins, subtly checking his pulse before rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…”

“Do you want me to be your partner?” you bluntly rephrase.

Felix’s cheeks turn pinker and pinker as he nods ever so slightly. “I’ve thought about asking you before, but never did. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, and you’re my best friend…” he murmurs.

“Well…” you shyly begin. “You’re patient, caring, and help me when I go nonverbal. You’re understanding of my space and sometimes I swear you know me better than myself. You’re… Well, pretty much everything I want in a boyfriend…”

“Really?” Felix asks, surprised at your admission.

“Yeah…” you murmur with a nod, glancing downwards as you loosen your grip on his arms. You look back up and bite your lip before shyly asking, “Will you kiss me?”

Felix blinks, but smiles before pulling down both of your masks and giving you a soft kiss on your lips. You whine softly, so he cups your cheek and kisses you again.

After he pulls away, he smiles and giggles, “So about that non disclosure agreement…”

#kpopscape #kwritersworldnet #kpopficsnetwork #ultkpopnetwork #felix fluff #lee felix fluff #felix lee fluf #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #felix #happy birthday felix #lee felix #felix lee #yongbok fluff #best friends to lovers #f2l trope #felix f2l #skz f2l

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midnight-on-pluto · 3 years ago

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Could I get some parental Aizawa with a reader who has anxiety please? (And maybe undiagnosed adhd?) thanks!!

Parent!Aizawa with anxiety / ADHD reader

A/N: I have ADHD so i got this IN THE BAG you know how many times i’ve thought about parent Aizawa it’s so cute!! ahhh i love you 💕

Warning: swearing

╰➤ Aizawa is so parenting to his students so you know he’d 100% be the best dad

╰➤ He falls asleep everywhere and you know he falls into a DEEP SLEEP there’s definitely been times when you thought he was dead

╰➤ Once had a panic attack when he was asleep because you were like “oh my god my father is dead and now i’m an orphan” and he just like woke up in the middle of it. You literally slapped him, such an ass. He apologized about it too but you were like “WHY DID YOU SLEEP ON THE TRAIN AND THEN JUST NOT BREATHE”

╰➤ He’s so sweet about your anxiety too, he’s definitely done research and he was the one who originally brought you to get diagnosed when you were younger because you know he’s educated on mental illness

╰➤ Makes sure you take your meds if you have some, your ADHD brain will forget sometimes and completely ignore your alarm(s).

╰➤ Somedays you’re stubborn and he just goes “take your pills,” and you’re just like “no,” he’s tired of this shit please he just wants sleep

╰➤ Will FORCE it down your throat and then nap because HOLY SHIT you are strong please just take the pills bb

╰➤ He’s so patient with you! If you’re struggling with any homework and can’t focus he’ll sit with you to help and calm you down. He isn’t fussy with grades so if you’re not doing too well he won’t scold you, but he’ll help you if you’re failing so you at least pass

╰➤ If you’re having a super bad day with anxiety, he’ll sit with you and make sure you’re okay. If you want alone time he will just sit up, shuffle to his bedroom, and sleep until you come to wake him up

╰➤ Speaking of waking him up if you’re having an anxiety attack and need him, or you’re feeling overstimulated and need him, he doesn’t care if you come over and wake him at any time. He can easily fall asleep after anyways and he’d much rather make sure you’re okay

╰➤ Due to anxiety you may get anxious when he goes away on hero work. Aizawa is very cautious when he’s working, in fact your one of the main reasons he took a teaching position. He gets less hero work and more teaching work, so he can spend time with you and it takes some of the stress off

╰➤ When he does have to go for work, he makes sure to give you constant check ups, messaging you every hour and every second he gets just so you aren’t anxious. He doesn’t think it’s a bother, and it’s not annoying to him so you don’t need to worry about bugging him.

╰➤ When you were younger he made Present Mic look after you while he went on missions. He always called at night before bed and required Present Mic to be giving him constant text updates

╰➤ Now that you’re older he just makes Mic check in on you, but trusts you to be home alone majority of the time

╰➤ As for ADHD, if you’re feeling overstimulated (holy fuck this is the worst) he stays right next to you. Mental breakdowns are common with both your anxiety and ADHD so as much as it hurts, Aizawa has really gotten used to seeing you with tears streaming down your face

╰➤ There’s nothing he can really do with overstim, you just gotta wait it out or distract yourself, but he tries his hardest

╰➤ If you lash out at him he doesn’t mind, but makes sure you know to apologize when you’re feeling better. He understands that you’re feeling overwhelmed and need some space, so he’s willing to give you just that

╰➤ Aizawa is such a good dad and would do anything to make you happy. He’d be the first to take you to a doctor for diagnosis and he’s always supportive. Please, if any of you have kids be an Aizawa.

#pluto’s asks 🌙#aizawa headcanons #aizawa sensei #shoto aizawa #my hero academia aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa hcs #father aizawa #dad aizawa

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buckleyblueyes · 3 years ago

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if you're doing the soft prompts thing, could i request " i knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so i brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay? " + buddie? preferably post shooting but whatever you like, thank you ❤

At long last! I am finally filling this prompt! It didn't turn out to be a recovery fic, but it's definitely impacted by the events of 4x14, so I really hope you like it! It's very soft.

Buck is being ridiculous. Absolutely irrational. He’s well aware of this fact. And yet, he finds his thumb hovering over the call button.

It’s not like it’s Christopher’s first sleepover. He’s eleven years old, of course it’s not. It’s not his first sleepover since the pandemic, either, or since Eddie was shot. He’s had quite a few since then, actually. It’s not even his first sleepover since he and Eddie went from work partners to life partners.

But it is Christopher’s first sleepover since Buck moved in with them. The first time he spent his evening cooking dinner for only two. The first time he didn’t have to help with homework or watch a movie that Christopher picked out. The first time in a month that Buck has had to go to sleep without kissing his head goodnight.

And sure, there were good parts. There are certain benefits to being alone with his boyfriend and not having to worry about being unknowingly interrupted by an eleven year old. But it’s nearly midnight now and all that’s left to do is sleep--or at least, pretend to sleep while actually staring at the ceiling and wait for a panicked middle of the night call because something went wrong.

He’s sitting up in the bed he and Eddie now share, phone in hand, willing himself not to call Christopher and check in. He knows Christopher is a pre-teen now, that he’s probably having a great time, that his calling would just be embarrassing, and probably (hopefully) wake him up. He sighs, tossing his phone down on the empty pillow beside him. It’s going to be a long night.

Eddie is supposed to be in bed with him, and he’s sure being alone is making it worse. He’s not even sure where Eddie is--he said he would follow Buck to bed after getting some water and brushing his teeth--but it’s been a little too long for just teeth brushing, so Buck has a feeling his boyfriend is up to something. His suspicions are confirmed a moment later when he hears the tea kettle whistling. Odd, considering the tea kettle is Buck’s, something he brought with him when he moved in--Eddie isn’t a big tea drinker, usually only drinking it when he’s sick, preferring to caffeinate with coffee.

Buck only has to wonder what Eddie is doing for a few moments before Eddie shuffles into their bedroom, a blanket Buck recognizes from Christopher’s bed piled under one arm and a steaming mug in the other hand.

“Whatcha got there?” Buck asks, glad for a distraction at least.

“Well,” Eddie sets the mug down on Buck’s bedside table. “I knew you wouldn’t go to sleep willingly, so I brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket.” He tosses the blanket at Buck’s face. It smells like Christopher’s no-tears kid shampoo, and Buck inhales deeply. “Twenty-minutes of shut-eye, okay?”

Buck spreads the twin sized blanket out over his side of the bed. “You made me tea?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Are you or are you not going over every possible worst case scenario in your head right now?”

“Uh.” Buck swallows, sheepish. “Maybe?”

“Exactly.” Eddie crawls into bed next to Buck, picks up Buck’s phone from his pillow, stretches to place it next to the mug, and finally wraps an arm around him. “I just want to help you relax.”

“Even though I’m being totally irrational?” Buck asks, leaning into Eddie’s embrace.

“Yup.” Eddie drops a kiss onto the top of Buck’s head. “I remember Christopher’s first sleepover. I sent that mom so many emails. And then I didn’t sleep at all, I was just waiting for something to go wrong.”

“But he was younger then, and this isn’t his first--”

“It’s your first, though.” Eddie cuts him off. “I know you’ve loved him for a long time, but this is the first night since you moved in that he hasn’t been here.”

Buck sips his tea and grips the blanket a little tighter. “I miss him.”

Eddie chuckles, low and warm. “I know.”

“Do you ever...get used to this feeling?” Buck asks carefully.

“If you mean, will you ever stop worrying about him when you’re not around to protect him, the answer is no,” Eddie shakes his head. “That’s what being a parent is.”

“I’m not a--”

“Evan, you better not have been about to say you’re not a parent,” Eddie says, voice so firm and serious that Buck has no choice but to listen. “You’ve loved Christopher like he was your own since before we were even dating. You take care of him, you worry about him, you always help him when he needs it.”

Buck’s heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest. “Of course--of course I love him so much, but you’re his dad. But it’s not like I’m--maybe if we were--but I’m just your boyfriend.”

“Maybe if we were what?” Eddie narrows his eyes. “If we were married?”

Buck’s throat is dry. Sometimes he really hates how easily Eddie can read him. “Uh.”

“Because we could do that,” Eddie continues. “If that’s something you want.”

And now Buck’s brain is short-circuiting. “Is it something you want?”

Eddie bites his lip. “I didn’t think it was, not after Shannon. But…” He sighs. “I told Chimney once that tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone, and I know that you’re it for me, and it’s not like Shannon and I had much of a wedding anyway, so it might be nice to, I don’t know, do it right? If it’s what you want.”

“I do,” Buck answers hastily. “Want that. I already know we’re forever, but I think it would...help. With some of my doubts. If we made it official.”

Eddie beams. “Then I guess we’re getting married.”

Buck can’t quite remember how to breathe. There are so many words he wants to say, but none of them seem right, so he just pulls Eddie into a soft kiss, which Eddie reciprocates eagerly. “I love you so much,” he murmurs when he pulls back. “Of course I want to marry you.”

“I love you so much, too.” Eddie presses a kiss to his temple, and then one to his jaw, and a few to his neck.

They fall into a comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sounds in the room the sounds of soft breaths and Buck sipping on his tea.

“Are you feeling better?” Eddie asks, breaking the silence.

Buck considers this for a moment. There’s still worry gnawing at him, but he feels less silly about it now. And most of him is simply overwhelmed with happiness. “Yeah, yeah I am.”

“Good.” Eddie gives a brisk nod. “Now shut up, drink your leaf water, and go to sleep.”

“Actually, chamomile tea is made with the blossoms of the--”

“Buck.”

#buddie #this is SO domestic #idk how this prompt turned into a lowkey proposal fic???????#but here we are #I just liked the idea of Buck being worried about Christopher #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #buddie drabble #my fan fiction

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flareish · 3 years ago

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Overwhelmed

kuroo x reader

summary: With so many deadlines coming up the reader is overwhelm and buried in work and can’t help but to lash out. However, Kuroo is always there to pull her back

genre: college AU, fluff, pinch of angst

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none I think

a/n: I have been trying to make all of my requests gender neutral but sometimes I slip up and throw in she/her pronouns so tell me if you notice any that I didn’t catch. Enjoy!

The teachers were out to get you, you were sure of it. You push yourself every day to be the best, to be ahead of everything, all the assignments, all of your classmates just so you could possibly enjoy college as well as have good grades. But what did that get you? Impossibly high expectations. Suddenly everyone around you expected you to ace every test you did and just pull perfect essays out of nowhere. Which is exactly what just happened. You had been working on an essay all night. It hadn’t been your best work but your brain just couldn’t make anything better. That was all you had. You were almost at your limit with no end in sight. Then, despite all your hard work, your teacher handed it back to you saying that “this wasn’t the best I could do and that I shouldn’t start slacking off now”. She thought she was being helpful but right now you wanted to do was strangle her. Sure you could do better. If you didn’t have eight more assignments to do after this. Each one more mentally taxing than the next. But it’s fine, let me just rewrite this essay.

Why couldn’t you just be the kind of person who didn’t care? Or rather had given up caring. They probably learned their lesson that when you try you don’t get the reward you get more work. Why couldn’t you just not care too?

Deciding to jump back into your workload, you sit down at your desk in your dorm and begin to type. Words were kind of flowing. They weren’t exactly coherent thoughts but at least it was something to work with. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, your roommate comes barging in with three of their friends.

“Oh oops didn’t realize you were studying in here Y/N.” Your roommate said, not actually making an effort to be any quieter though. Shooting back a quick tight smile, not wanting to be rude but also just wanting them to leave. You were hoping they were just grabbing something and then would leave but they went and sat on the bed and turned the TV on.

You made a show of checking the time before loudly announcing that you were suppose to meet someone at the library. As much as you wanted to be petty and make them feel guilty for interrupting your study time, it was just easier to just leave.

“I don’t think I’ve seen them do anything except study. Talk about too school for cool.” You heard one of them joke as you left.

“Ugh tell me about it. You wouldn’t believe what time they goes to bed.” Your roommate adds. You roll your eyes and trying to ignore the comments. Is it really that crazy that you’re actually trying to learn at a place where you pay crazy amounts to be taught? You were just so done.

Luckily the library was fairly quiet since it had gotten quite late. You settled into your favorite spot and got to working. Although no matter how hard you tried nothing came to you. There was one sad paragraph on your screen, you must have reread it a million times hoping to spark some kind of inspiration from it. Nothing. Your brain kept drifting off on you and you would end up staring across the library without a single thought in your head. The time just kept slipping by. The more that went the more panicky you got. This was a time that you should be working but you just couldn’t. And of course the more desperate you got for inspiration, the more it avoided you.

You just let your head drop and hit the table. You were so done. You just wanted to scream. There was no one you could talk to either. Recently anyone that talked to you got snapped at. They were just all so calm and relaxed despite all of the work that has been coming in lately. Here you were, drowning in it, and they were happily swimming. Just the other day you and Kuroo had an argument over homework. He’s taking one of the hardest chemistry classes and he was there telling you it was going to be okay?! It just felt insulting. You knew he didn’t mean it like that but couldn’t he at least pretend to struggle? Damn you boyfriend for being so smart.

You really wanted Kuroo right now.

As if summoned by your thoughts, you felt hands slide onto your shoulders. You tense up kinda freaked out at who is touching you until you see that it’s him. Kuroo. For a moment you wanted to just throw yourself at him and forget about your homework. But then you remember your argument and how you’ve been a monster lately and resist. He’s having none of that though and keeps his hands on you.

“How long have you been here.” He asks gently. You glance at your computer and notice that it’s almost 3 am.

“What are you doing here?! It’s 3 am.” You say startled at the fact it had gotten that late and that he was also up that late. Usually, he is asleep by ten.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replies as he straightens and starts packing up your things.

“Uh- Hey! Wait no- give me that! I’m not done yet.” You try and snatch back your stuff but he gives you a stern look and you sink back into your seat. You suddenly realize how tired you are and surrender. He’s finished putting everything away and throws the strap of your back over his shoulder. Prepared to carry your bag for you. Now you feel drained. Your limbs all feel heavy that it’s exhausting to even think about getting up.

“Come on let’s get you back to your dorm.” He mumbles pulling you up by your hand. You let him, flying up from your seat and onto your feet. You land right in his chest and you don’t want to go anywhere but here. For the first time in weeks, you feel calm and secure.

“Can I just stay here for a minute,” Your voice cracks as tears slip down your face. He didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close to his body. In this moment you felt nothing but love. The relief and comfort you felt was enough to make you cry harder. You don’t know how long you were stood there but no matter how long it was Kuroo never once rushed you. He just let you let it out. Once he saw that you had calmed down he gently pull back, bringing a hand to your cheek to wipe away any stray tears.

“You ready to head back now?” He asked again, planning on walking you back to your dorm.

“I don’t wanna,” You pout, “There’s a ton of people in there and I don’t wanna see any of them.” You are still salty at your roommate and their rude friends.

“Do you want to come to my dorm?” He asks, “Kenma was passed out when I left so it should be quiet.” You nod. You feel him put your backpack on you and you’re confused. You were kind of hoping he would take your backpack for you. You know be a gentleman and all. Then he squats down in front of you.

“Hop on.” This was pretty normal for the two of you so despite your sleepiness you bounce up onto his back. He adjusts you higher on his back before leaving the library. Waving to library worker on the late shift who giggled at the two of you.

You snuggled your face into his neck and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. His footsteps seemed to lull you like a lullaby. You fell into a weird state as your body sleeping but your mind was awake. Hearing everything clear as day but the thought of opening your eyes or moving a muscle seeming impossible.

You start waking up more when you realize that you have made it to his dorm, letting him toss you down on the bed. You throw your backpack off to the side and head straight for under the covers.

“Ah ah! You’re in dirty clothes,” he gently complains, no real bite behind it. You grumble but let him pull you over to the edge of the bed. You had been so close to sleep. He slides your shirt over your head and replaces it with one of his hoodies. Only then once you’re in his clean clothes does he let you snuggle back into his bed. This time with him in there as well.

“Goodnight my love.” You finally slip into a peaceful state. You still had a lot of work to do but at least for tonight you will rest without worry. Tomorrow you know you need to make up with Kuroo but you know he could never stay mad at you. Come the morning you know Kuroo will help you with everything. He’s finished giving you space, now you’re stuck with him.

#Kuroo #tetsuro kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #haikyuu #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu captains #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #nekoma #nekoma x reader #nekoma imagines #nekoma fluff #nekoma oneshot

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pinkteapotwriting · 4 years ago

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request: ok so imagine remus studying in his dorm while you’re horny and shooting him looks and trying to touch him but he just waves you off and tells you he needs to focus. eventually you get desperate to the point where you’ve resorted to begging and kneeling by his feet hoping he’ll finally do something. he has enough of your impatience and punishes you for behaving this way. the punishment is super rough + he degrades you 😁

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Warning : Degradation, over stimulation daddy kink. Explicit sexual content 18+

Word count : 1123

This is post number one that inspired me to write for Y’all! One down two to go xXx

It was like a faint buzzing. An insatiable discomfort that only your boyfriend could satisfy, except he was busy doing homework. He had been at it for hours, but as the night got later you only grew more and more aware of how much you needed him. You sat on the bed and every time he’d pick up his quill you imagined what his fingers could be doing for you in that very moment. You knew however he wouldn’t give you what you wanted if you seemed desperate. So you took a breath and tried to sound as casual as possible.

“Remmy, when do you think you’ll be done?”

“I don’t know Poppet, probably nothing past an hour. Why?”

“I just miss you is all.”

He turned from his chair to meet your gaze, you hoped he wouldn’t notice the way your thighs clenched together, but he just smiled sweetly at you.

“I miss you too darling, I’ll be done as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good girl.” He returned to his studies casually as if him calling you a good girl didn’t ignite your sex drive even more. You hopped off the bed and made your way to the desk. You bent behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest to burrow your face against his neck.

“I like being your good girl, daddy.”

“If that’s true then you’ll wait like one. I’m busy.”

You started moving your hands lower down his chest.

“Please daddy, I need you.”

He just scoffed and removed your hands from him, leaving you to feel somewhat distraught.

“I gave you my answer and if you can’t listen then you won’t be getting anything. Understood?”

Usually it took a lot more begging from you for him to get that angry, so you knew you were on thin ice, but it only made you all the more desperate. You got to your knees and grabbed his hand.

“Daddy please, I need to come so bad, I need you please.”

You sprawled out more pathetic begs and pleads, maybe this way at least you’d get attention in the form of anger. He got up wordlessly and looked down at you, and something in his face finally forced you to shut up.

“You like being on your knees slut? I didn’t even do anything and you’re begging to be fucked like a whore.”

You nodded shyly avoiding his gaze, but he gripped your jaw and forced your eyes on his.

“You don’t get to be a whiny brat then act all shy and innocent now, cause we both know you’re just a whore right?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy what.”

“Yes Daddy I’m a whore.”

“Open.”

As soon as your tongue was out he spat and you quickly swallowed. You looked up at him expectantly, hoping for the norm of him calling you a good girl.

“What the fuck are you supposed to say?”

“Thank you daddy I’m sorry sir.”

“Not yet, but you will be. Strip down to nothing and lie down on the bed.”

You quickly removed your clothes and scrambled onto the bed, to await further instruction. Instead Remus opened a drawer and tossed something beside you.

“You are going to use that and cum as many times as I tell you since you’re so desperate.”

“”Daddy I-”

“If you want to argue then I can just tie you up and leave you untouched. Do you want that?”

“No thank you daddy.”

“Then get started before I change my mind.”

You turned it on and started to make quick motions around your clit.

“Slow down, I’m in no rush.”

You slowed down and tried to keep as quiet as possible, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how well his plan was working. That didn’t seem to fool him one little bit though, two could play at that game.

“Y/N?”

“Y- yes daddy?”

“Turn up the settings all the way, since you think it’s not doing a good enough job.”

You turned up the settings and threw your head back as the breath was robbed from your lungs.

“There we go, let go for me on display like the senseless slut you are, since you wanna act like that’s all you’re good for.”

Tears started falling from your eyes as the intense orgasm washed over you, pleased to finally get that relief you stopped the movements on your clit, attempting to give yourself the chance to catch your breath. In your blissed out state you didn’t notice the vibrater being taken from your hands, but you did notice when it was being pressed against your oversensitive bundle of nerves once again.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to stop.”

“Daddy I can’t it’s too much.”

“You wanted to Cum and now you’re gonna be ungrateful? If you’re so desperate to act like a whore than at least follow through and do what you were meant to do.”

You choked back a sob as he pressed harder into you.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you daddy.”

It didn’t take long before your legs were trembling again and your back was arching. A blinding white light enveloped your brain and all you could do was pant out as your second climax overtook you.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.”

“Atta girl.”

“Daddy it’s too much please.”

You closed your legs in an attempt to stop the overwhelming pressure taking you down to the depths and to your joy he removed the vibrater. But much to your dismay his hands were prying your legs apart.

“Look at what a messy whore you are, we best get you cleaned up.”

You were fool enough to think that would mean you were done, but two orgasms would not be enough to satisfy him. Instead his tongue lapped at your overstimulated heat relentlessly. You tried to push away, but it was no use. The white light the once lit up your brain turned out to be a freight train slamming into you, and removing you from your sense of self. Every touch was electric, pulsing through your body shattering every nerve, but he kept going and going and going. Sometimes he’d bring back the vibrator then he’d switch to his tongue, never giving you the chance to rest. Until finally he lifted himself up to take a look at you, the quivering mess.

“Daddy made you cum like you wanted, what do you say.”

“Thank- Thank you daddy.”

He brought a quick peck to your nose as he caressed the side of your face.

“Good girl, let’s get you cleaned up now.”

“For real this time?”

You sighed in relief when he let out a loud laugh.

“Yes, for real this time pretty girl.”

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@thotbutpurple @sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @weasleyposts

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uncloseted · 2 years ago

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advice for balancing school and work ? i have to work, it’s not an option for me not to, but ever since i have i’ve had to ask for so many extensions to finish school work (im in high school too) because i don’t have much time outside of school. i know my best option would be to ask for less hours, but i’m kinda scared because i’ve only worked there for 2 months and we’re pretty understaffed.

Yes! I have so much advice. Balancing working and school can definitely be difficult, and it's good that you're thinking about how you can make it easier on yourself. In general, carefully scheduling your time, working on time management, setting and holding boundaries, and making time for yourself will help.

Scheduling Time and Time Management

Scheduling is helpful because it can help you keep track of everything you need to do, make sure those things get done, and lessen that feeling of, "I have a million things to do and don't know when I'm going to do them" that can lead to being overwhelmed.

Here are a few things you can try to improve your scheduling and time management skills:

Find a calendar system that works for you, whether that's an app on your phone or a physical planner.

At the beginning of each week, block out the time that you know you'll be busy (in class, at work, doing other commitments).

Figure out how you're currently spending your free time and how long tasks take you to complete. You can estimate, or if you want to get really specific, you can time yourself doing different tasks. How much time do you spend on homework for each of the assignments you have for each of your classes? Are there things that are eating up your time but that aren't productive or enjoyable? Once you have an idea of where your time is going and how long it takes you to do the things you have to do, you can "budget" your time more effectively.

Schedule the tasks you have to do into your calendar. This can be as specific as, "from 1:15-2:30 I'm going to work on the introduction for my history paper" or as vague as, "on Wednesday I'm going to spend an hour doing homework". It helps to know that you have time set aside for everything that needs to get done. For some people, creating a daily schedule is super helpful, while for others, having flexibility in their schedule is key. It just depends on how your brain works and what you prefer.

Know what your goals are. Depending on what your goals for school and for work are, the way you schedule and prioritize tasks will be different. For example, if your goal for work is "get paid and don't get fired", you may be able to do homework while you're at work or call out sick a few days when you have other things that you need to do. But if your goal was to get a promotion at your job, you would want to prioritize being a good employee. Likewise, if your goal is to get a 4.0 GPA at school, it's important to prioritize classes and homework assignments. But if your goal is just to graduate, you can spend a lot more time at work, and you can miss some school assignments without putting your goal in danger. Knowing what those goals are will help you to make more strategic decisions about where you focus your time and energy.

Prioritize your tasks. Sometimes, everything we have to do can feel equally important, but it's not actually the case. I find it's helpful to separate tasks into the following four categories:

Important and urgent: These tasks have deadlines that are coming up and are important for your life. These need to be done right away. This might be something like a final essay for school that's due tomorrow. It's important because it's a big part of your grade, and it's urgent because it's due tomorrow.

Important but not urgent: These tasks are important for your life, but their deadline isn't imminent. Ideally, most of your tasks would be in this category. This might be something like an assignment for school that's due next week. You have to get it done at some point, but it doesn't need to get done right now.

Urgent but not important: These tasks have a deadline that's coming up, but they're not actually important for your life. These are tasks you don't need to think too much about, that you could hand off to someone else, or that you could just let go of if you need to. This might be something like an extra credit assignment that's due tomorrow, or a homework assignment that's not worth much of your grade that's due tomorrow. If you're going to do them, you have to do them now, but if you don't do them, it's not the end of the world.

Not urgent and not important: These tasks don't have a deadline coming up, and they're not important to your life. These are things you can get rid of or that should be the lowest priority. This might be something like an acquaintance asked you if you would do them a favor at some point in the future. It's not super important to you and there's no set deadline, but it would be nice if you could get it done eventually.

Focus on one thing at a time. It's tempting to multitask, but that generally leads to being less effective at all the things you're doing and more time-consuming than if you did each thing individually. To combat this, I like the Pomodoro Method, where you focus on only one thing for 25 minutes at a time and then take a 5 minute break. The Pomodoro Method is also helpful because it gives time limits to tasks, so it's easier to prevent myself from dragging them out.

Build in time for breaks. Going off of the idea of the Pomodoro Method, it's important to build time for breaks into your schedule. The longer we spend trying to focus on just one thing, the harder it becomes to actually focus on that thing. Taking breaks actually makes the time we spend working more efficient and effective.

Try to avoid being a perfectionist. Something that can help with this is using the 80-20 rule, or the Pareto Principle. For most things, 20% of the input can get you 80% of the way to your desired outcome. To put it more concretely, say that it takes you 10 hours to write a paper that will get an A+. The Pareto Principle suggests that spending 2 hours on the paper (20% of your time) would get you a B- (an 80% on the assignment). The other 8 hours (80% of your time) are the work you put in from taking a B- paper to an A+ paper. For some tasks, putting in that extra 80% is worth it, but for many tasks, it makes more sense to put in the 20% in order to save time. It's important to know when you need to put in 100% and when it's okay to be "good enough".

Along these lines, something that really helped me when I was in school was calculating my current grade in my classes and then seeing how badly I could do on assignments while still doing well in the class. For example, if 70% of the assignments in a class were done and I had an A- in the class, I knew I could get a C on the remaining 30% of assignments and still come out of the class with a B. Doing that made me way less stressed about assignments.

Setting Boundaries

One of the best things you can do for your mental health and to prevent burnout is to learn to set and maintain boundaries with other people. This is especially important in a work context because it helps to maintain a work-life balance and prevent burnout, but it's also important if you have friends who take up a lot of your time and energy. What those boundaries are depends on the kind of job you have, but this might look like not picking up work shifts at the last minute, taking regular breaks at work, not taking on extra responsibilities, not staying late at work, not being available after work hours or not answering emails after work hours, sticking to your established working hours, and just generally letting "no" be a full sentence. It can be tempting to let our boundaries slip because, "it's just one time" or "it's really not that much work", but the more we allow those boundaries to slip, the further they'll get pushed.

If your work is under-staffed, it's especially important to create and hold these boundaries. Sometimes, companies will under-staff on purpose because it's less expensive than hiring more workers. But for the workers they do have, that means they're expected to do more tasks without an increase in pay. If your job is truly under-staffed, that means they can't afford to lose you, and so you actually have more power to negotiate, not less. Try to remember that their under-staffing issue is not your problem, and if they really thought it was a problem, they would hire more workers.

Making Time for Yourself

Finally, it's important to make time for yourself. "Self-care" has become a bit of a catch-all term on the internet lately, but it is important to schedule time to take care of yourself and your needs. This "self-care" can include aesthetic things like candles, bubble baths, and treating yourself. But it's also important to make sure that self-maintenance is part of your self-care. Are you sleeping enough and getting good sleep? Are you giving yourself time to mentally rest? Are you eating healthily and regularly? Are you getting exercise and spending time outside? Are you taking care of your mental health, such as by meditating, journaling, practicing gratitude, or going to therapy? Do you have a creative outlet or a hobby that you enjoy and that you do regularly? Do you see your friends outside of a work or school context? Do you have a support system you can reach out to when things get difficult? All of these things may seem small on their own, but they add up over time. Making sure you're maintaining your own health and well-being goes a long way in preventing burnout and in helping you feel happier and healthier overall.

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epicfangirl01 · 4 years ago

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Random HCs of The Bois™️ Finding Out About AFAB!MC's Period

Honestly, I'm only writing this because of Mammon's reaction that popped into my head, and I wanted to see how the others would react. Also, these are on the basis that you and the brother are dating a couple months after your arrival.

TW: 18+ because some of the brothers are needy af

Lucifer

You knock on Lucifer's door shortly after school, feeling anxious. Your period came in the middle of your final class, when you realized you were out of pads and tampons. As you were in the Devildom, there isn't a stock of supplies for your already miserable week. And the only way to go to the human world was through Lucifer or Diavolo. As much as you love the gentle giant, you would rather talk about the situation with your boyfriend.

Lucifer tells you to come in, and the eldest brother's eyes soften as he glances up at you. His gaze doesn't linger, however, turning back to his stack of paperwork.

"Do you miss me already, MC? The academy bells have just finished ringing." You shift nervously, your period making you feel uncomfortable, before speaking up.

"I do, but that's actually not why I'm here... I need to go to the human world to pick some things u-" Lucifer sighs, scratching the paper with his pen.

"Darling, I'm sorry, but I am very busy. Besides, you just got home from school. You can wait to go on a shopping spree with Mammon and Asmodeus." You step closer, frowning, and you try to explain.

"No, Lucifer, that's not-" Lucifer's eyes narrow in irritation, still glancing at his paperwork, but his words become a firm warning.

"MC, you must finish your homework. You can go shopping this weekend." Your lower stomach twists in pain, cramps rapidly increasing, and you snap.

"Lucifer, my vagina is FUCKING BLEEDING, DAMMIT!!! I need to go to the store!" The demon's eyes widen as he drops his pen, and he looks up at you, surprised.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say...?" Frustration overwhelms you, until you catch the confusion and concern in his eyes.

"In all your years of existence, you haven't heard of a period before???" Lucifer doesn't say anything, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"I really am overworking myself, aren't I? I suppose it's been a while since I've been to the surface...." You shake your head, chuckling, and you relax when Lucifer is finally ready to listen. You take a couple minutes to explain what is happening, and what you need to take care of yourself. When you're finished, Lucifer nods, glad that you will be okay.

"I apologize for my behavior. I will be more supportive in the future. Here, have some money for your errands. Will $100 dollars be sufficient?" (Yes, Luci, yes it is.)

Mammon

You sit down on Mammon's leather couch, shifting to a semi-comfortable position, and enjoying a movie night with your lovable boyfriend. Mammon grabs some blankets for you, before plopping onto the couch. He smiles at you, and holds you close, making sure that you are settled. You watch the movie for a while, enjoying the movie, when you catch a mischievous glint in your boyfriend's eyes.

"Mammon, wha-"

He smiles and pulls you into his lap, gently kissing you neck. You sigh a bit, uncomfortable with sitting in general, but loving his kisses and nips. You didn't expect Mammon's hand to cup your crotch, but you especially didn't expect him to scream in your ear.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?!?"

The pissed off side of your brain fumes for a moment, until your eyes meet Mammon's. You burst out laughing at the panic on Mammon's face, realizing that he felt your pad. The demon of greed doesn't appreciate your laughing, feeling genuinely worried for his beloved human. When you calm down, you turn back to him.

"Mammon, I'm fine. It's still there. I'm just.... kinda on my period..."

He looks at you like you grew three heads, and it quickly becomes apparent he has no idea what you're talking about. You take a few minutes to explain, and he listens patiently, but he still continues to panic.

"You're saying you can bleed FOR A WEEK and be fine?!? And you constantly have cramps and migraines? And this happens once a month??? Why the hell didn't you say anything? How can I help my human when you don't say you need me?!"

He carefully sets you down, before bolting of of the couch and out the door. You gape at the doorway for a moment, wondering what Mammon is up to. He returns for a moment, his arms holding a pile of pillows, medicine, pajamas, and snacks.

"Does this help? I got the pillows and pjs from your room, medicine from the bathroom, and I kinda took snacks from Beel's stash under his bed.... But it's fine! I made a note that you'll buy more later."

You shake your head, smiling, and you thank him as he walks over to help you. Once Mammon knows you are comfortable, he sits down beside you. You gently kiss Mammon on the lips, before you lay on your side, resting your head on his lap. The demon blushes, and he pulls the blanket over you. His hands gently stroke your hair, and you watch the movie together until you both fall asleep.

Leviathan

The third born invites you into his room for anime night (every night, lol), and you walk into the room with snacks in you arms. Levi welcomes you in as you set the bags onto his coffee table, before grabbing a couple drinks from his mini fridge.

"Good, you're early! The pilot is about to start!"

You chuckle, happy to spend time with him, and you bend down to place everything on the table. As you do so, your shirt lifts just enough to show a small stain on the back of your pants. Levi's eyes accidentally catch sight of it, resulting in a blush.

"Uh, MC? You have a s-stain on your pants..." You turn and look down at your legs, turning to try to find what he's talking about, but you can't see it.

"I can't find it. I'll just wash it off when I get back to my room." The demon tenses and shakes his head, trying to think of the least awkward words to say.

"No, no! I-I mean, you have a blood stain. Y-your period kinda started...."

Your eyes widen at his words, and you look in the reflection of his glass aquarium, cursing at the stain. You hadn't noticed this time, the monthly curse being subtle throughout your busy afternoon. You start to apologize to Levi, when he shakes his head.

"It's not your fault. I-it's fine. I just... I know it might be weird that I know about it. I found out from a high school anime. In the episode, the protagonist goes on their way to school, getting bullied by the leader of the popular girls, and the bully turns away but the protagonist stops her because of a stain, and despite being enemies, the protagonist is kind and knows how she feels, so they take her to the bathroom and helps her clean up... And I- I know it probably sounds weird or creepy for someone to watch anime like that, but I thought it was kind and empowering, an-" You stop Levi mid rant, smiling at his anxiousness, and you give him a small hug.

"Thanks, Levi. I appreciate it. It's part of the unspoken period code, ya know? It can be awkward and embarrassing enough, so even just a discreet heads up can be very helpful. Don't worry about it, okay?"

He nods, glad you understand, and he gently hugs you back.

"O-okay. I'll be back, alright? I remember seeing in the episode that it helps to have a hot shower sometimes to ease the cramps and feel less uncomfortable, and that blankets and pjs can help. I guess if you don't mind a loser like me, you could use any blankets or hoodies I have if it makes you feel better..."

You smile and nod, grateful for the demon of envy. He shyly smiles back, and he spends the rest of the night making sure that you're comfortable during the show.

Satan

The library is quiet and warm as you sit at a table with Satan, working on your assignments. You struggle and struggle through a complex spell for your potions class, irritation and fatigue clouding your brain. You are already sore and pissed off from the beginning of your period, but now stress and anger bubbles beneath the surface.

"MC, you have to say it calml-"

You huff, throwing up your hands, and you scowl at the unaffected spell dummy in front of you.

"I know, Satan! I've been calm for the past half hour, and it's still not right! Can you just actually give me some fucking advice for once so I can get this shit over with?!?"

The middle brother looks at you for a moment, stunned, before chuckling.

"I didn't know you could hold so much anger, MC. I'm almost impressed, although, it is very out of character for you... Are you alright?"

A sigh escapes your lips as you awkwardly cross your arms, looking away. You explain that you are just tired, but Satan can hear the hesitation in your voice. The demon of wrath doesn't speak for a moment, thinking about your recent behavior, and everything snaps into place. Satan has read enough books to last an eternity, including ones about human biology. He knows exactly what is happening, and he generally understands how you are feeling. And through his readings, Satan knows not to ask you directly, should your anger grow.

"Ah, I understand. Well, why didn't you say that you needed a break, kitten? I could have helped you unwind a little."

With that, Satan pulls you away from the table to rest on the couch, grabbing a book from his bag. Once you are both settled, Satan pulls a blanket over you both and opens his book while you rest your head on his lap.

With his human in his arms, Satan calmly reads to you, his voice silky as you eventually drift off to sleep.

Asmodeus

The demon of lust practically barges into your room, Majolish bags in tow as he squeals with excitement.

"MC! Look, Majolish's exclusive swimwear line came out! I found this ADORABLE swimsuit for you to try! It was the last in your size." He pulls out the swimsuit from a bag, showing it to you.

You look up at Asmo, gasping at the swimsuit.

"That looks perfect! Thank you, Asmo. I'll try it on later. I'm not fe-"

Asmo pouts, tossing the swimsuit to you, and reaching for another outfit from his bag.

"Come on!!! I have so much stuff for us to try on! And then we could maybe go to the beach tomor-"

You shake your head, sighing.

"No, Asmo. I'm not up to swimming this week", you lie, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

Asmo notices, and immediately drops the subject.

"Are you alright, hun? Is it a rough cycle this time?"

Your eyes widen in surprise before you look up at him. His eyes are filled with concern, before you nod.

"Yeah, but it's nothing I haven't dealt with before. I'll be fine. Let's go swimming next week, okay?"

The avatar of lust smiles, before carefully pulling you out of the chair.

"Come on. Let's have a spa day instead. I'll make sure you feel stunning and comfortable."

Beelzebub

You look through the kitchen in your pjs, craving all of your favorite foods, when you hear the door quietly squeak open. Your head turns back, and you see the sheepish gaze of the 6th born.

"Do you need a midnight snack, Beel? I was about to make something myself. I can make some for you."

Beel nods, smiling, before coming into the room.

"I smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen, so I came to check. That's strange, though. You haven't made anything yet?" Beel takes in the large amount of food on the table, much more than you normally eat. Maybe the gluttonous demon was rubbing off on you, he wondered.

You shake your head, just as confused as he is.

"Maybe you were so hungry that you started imagining it. You've done that a few times before."

Beel sniffs the air, before walking up behind you.

"You smell different today... MC, you smell so good..... Can I have a taste?"

You choke on air, trying to understand what he just said.

"Beel! You can't just ask that! That's perverted!" He looks at you with confused, innocent eyes, like a kicked puppy.

"What do you mean? I just wanted to kiss your head. Oh.... You thought I meant or-"

A small screech of panic escapes your lips, and you stop Beel mid-sentence, telling him not to spend too much time with Asmo.

"Right. Sorry, MC... Can I ask a question? Why do you smell different today? You're not as sweet and salty as usual. And you're a lot hungrier today.... Are you okay?"

Realization punches the wind out of you as you understand what Beel has been smelling. He was attracted to your blood, without knowing what it was. An awkward laugh fills the air, and you look away from the red head's gaze.

You spend the next few minutes explaining what was going on, and Beel listens intently as you go on.

"Okay. I'm sorry for being rude... I didn't mean to. To make up for it, I can make you whatever you want. Sit down, and I'll get you some water. You'll lose a lot of hydration for the next few days. Then when food is done, we can go watch Devilish Desserts in my room. Belphie is in the attic tonight."

You smile, pulling Beel into a hug before spending a relaxing evening together.

Belphegor

The sound of your DDD alarm fills the cozy attic, waking you and Belphie up from your after school nap. The youngest brother groans before pulling you closer.

"Did you really have to wake me up? I was having such a nice dream..."

You push yourself off Belphie and the bed, feeling as if you were hit by a truck. Why did you have to feel awful now, when you made plans to see the angels?

Your body aches as you stand, attempting to wake up enough to get ready. Belphie mumbles with irritation, rolling onto his side.

"What's more important tha- Huh? Is that blood?"

Your eyes widen, and you look back to the bed, and your eyes find the red stain on the bedsheets. You look at Belphie in horror, and he sits up, now wide awake.

"MC, are you okay? That's where you were sleeping."

You want to die. You want to shrivel up into a ball and die because how are you going to explain to your boyfriend that it came out of your vagina, and that it's NORMAL?!? Blood coming from anywhere brings some sense of concern anyway, no matter what realm you are from.

"Haha- Yeah, um, about that, I kinda need to tell you something...."

Belphie stays surprisingly alert as you explain, only relaxing when you state that it's normal and frequent.

"Ah. Okay. Tell Simeon to fuck off. You're sick, and you're staying here. Go get a spare hoodie and sweatpants. I'll get you meds, a heating pad, and some spare pillows. Tell the others you're with me tonight."

You smile, glad he understands, and Belphie gets you a couple of things while you get comfortable. When you walk back into the attic, Belphie is fast asleep with his limbs curled around a log of blankets, waiting for you to return.

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shijas · 4 years ago

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touched-starved megumi slowly being acclimatised to touch really lives rent free in my head.

like, his childhood was pretty all over the place, and he clearly spent middle school getting into fights and straight up brooding, so it’s make sense for touch in megumi’s mind to be associated with strength and violence and pain and vulnerability, the latter two things would especially be hard for megumi to live with i think???? i don’t really know how to explain??? but like we see that uncontrolled vulinerabilty, and leaving yourself vulnerable is like putting yourself on a wanted list for shamans. and so touch, in megumi’s eyes, should only occur with a few specific purposes and those purposes usually weren’t the most pleasant experiences in his mind. i assume people only touched him for: training/sparring, which is literally allocated time when someone can just straight up, inflict harm; someone deciding to fight him out of jealousy or revenge or fear or some sort of negative emotion; and in the worst case scenario people are touching him to heal him because in some capacity he’s weak, he was not strong enough to do whatever he needed to do without injury. i think healing touches, when the touch has to be gentle because fundamentally megumi is already vulunerable and already hurting would sting the most, like emotionally and physically because sometimes touch, even gentle touch, do he hurting tho... (this got long, but for how nobara/yuji break this pattern keep reading!)

and then nobara and yuji arrive and it’s like a hurricane of positive touching. yuji is affectionate!! physical touch is definitely a part of his love languages and so yuji just enjoys giving hugs!! yuji likes high fives!! and fist bumps!! and holding hangs while swinging them in the space between eachother while walking, even though it’s kind of childish. and megumi doesn’t know how to say no to these things, to the boundless enthusiasm that is yuji!! and he also feels a little guilty because he kinda dragged yuji into this world, away from his friends and the familiar comfort/touch he was used too. so megumi doesn’t like, consciously, try to stop any of the touch despite his general aversion. instead he indulges yuji to the best of his ability, because he comes to find that it’s not always bad and he doesn’t really mind; it takes a while to fully like not have a defensive, fight or flight response to the touches and he defo judo flips and sucker punches yuji over and over, because yuji is 1000000% a sneak affection attacker. the closest touch has ever been to ‘nice’ for megumi is probably healing for his stupid amount of serious wounds, and as both an apology and his first steps in reciprocation, megumi applies the gentleness of healing touches he remembers to the injuries he (accidentally??) gives yuji, because all he really about touch that isn’t supposed to hurt is how to rub softly against a spot that will probably bruise, and how to wrap or plaster a cut from a judo flip that led to some scrapes, he’s very good at icing bumps and twists and strains; and so they put themselves back together like that, and yuji keeps up his ‘surprise back hug events’ like they don’t straight up lead to a bruised sternum.

nobara breaks down the ‘touch is violence, touch is pain and pain is bad’-thing even faster than yuji, because she’s lived by her philolosphy as an affectionate puncher, a sweet kicker; she’s defo the type to bite your fingers and pinch your arm, but it’s well and truly out of all the love she cannot contain in her heart (which frustrates her a little bit so she will give you a sharp jab in retribution for feelings). what helps uncross the wires of megumi’s learnt behaviour (or maybe cross them idk) that ‘touch and violence and therefore bad’, is that her teasing and, honestly barely painful, ribbing is always interspersed by the softest of touches that aren’t tinged by the smell of antiseptic, blood or pity. this type of touch gets more frequent the more comfortable they get with eachother (think learning to lean on eachother post yuji death), like nobara will say ‘ew’ while forcing megumi to lay his head in her lap when they’re tryna catch their breath during training, and if his towel is nearby she’ll pat the sweat off his forehead and then complain about said sweat just because she knows he likes listening to her complain about mundane stuff; and she’ll make a million and one spiky sea urchins puns (did you know the japanese word for urchin is uni and linguistically meguni is a hilarious pun that i can see happening in canon) but is the first to rake her fingers through the mess of megumi’s hair, if she noticed he’s tried and hasn’t been taking care of himself. like yeah she throws her pens at him when he tries to help her with their maths homework, but her aim is so scary good it’s funny, and he can always throw them back and she won’t really get any more angry, and so they throw pens at eachother and laugh about it and nobara sketches random patters on to megumi’s skin with the pen she almost used to impale his eye.

anyway the point i’m getting at (probably incomprehensible into this mess of hc and meta) is: yuji and nobara come along, and suddenly, touch isn’t something that burns a little, isn’t something that spooks, isn’t something that requires the tightening of megumi’s jaw and his ribs and his spirit, and of course, sometimes it gets a little overwhelming (WHICH IS OKAY!! TOUCH AS STIMULATION IS OVERHWELMING SOMETIMES AND THATS OKAY AND VALID, EVEN IF YOURE AN AFFECTIONATE OR TOUCHY PERSON!!) and megumi needs to like take a couple of steps back. and they talk about it, because communication is key, and boundaries are healthy things to put in place, and by god the first years will try and build as safe and healthy a relationship between the three of them as they possibly can! and yeah they talk about it, and some days touch is too much for of them and that’s okay, affection, fondness, compassion can be shown in other ways, through other actions and they’ll utilise those a bit more as easily as they utilise touch a bit less, and slowly but surely, megumi becomes a lot less touch-starved and starts to seek it out on his own and initiate it in ways that are comfortable to him, like learning to braid hair so he can play with nobara’s or grabbing yuji’s hand first while their walking or just pressing his thigh into whoever he’s sitting next to in class and that’s fine and that’s good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i’m very much attached to this idea.

bonus gojo (as per usual): when megumi became his ward, for obvious, bitter, reasons he wasn’t really tryna like touch. this kid. riling megumi up was easy enough with just words and i feel like firstly, teasing is a part of gojo’s love language in a mirror of how it’s a part of nobara’s (mmmmmmm gojo and nobara parallels are another brain worm that EATS me) and secondly, gojo goes through his own thing with touch, and like affection. as someone whose essentially raised on an absolutely, ridiculous, pedestal and then successfully surpasses even the heights of that pedestal to basically become a living legend AND the whole physical, literal thing with infinity or limitless (or whatever his cursed technique is i’m sorry i didn’t pay attention to the cursed energy explanation any of the times it came up) ANYWAY, so gojo and megumi probably both touch-starved idiots. but, like gojo does care for megumi, like as his student and as this kid he watched grow up, like ofc he does because he’s not a completely useless person. and so he definitely encourages nobara and yuji’s plan to positively reinforce touch in megumi’s brain and slowly, for fear of being straight up bitten, endeavours to extend the casual affection he easily applies to the other two, to megumi too. idrk the logistics of it, but i think it’d be cute for one day gojo putting his hand out to ruffle megumi’s hair, but like not imposing his hand, like it’s just out and about really, and usually megumi nopes or hisses or whatever other gremlin mood he’s decided to incorporate to the finite number of facial expressions he’s willing to make, but today he’s feeling charitable and lets gojo ruffle his hair, kinda like a cat ya know, like leans into it a bit in a very clear you have permission to pet!!!! and gojo’s just jojo sobbing through his blindfold like “oh my god my son loves me” and megumi is regretting not biting him.

#fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen meta #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #itadori yuji #kugisaki nobara #gojo satoru #HMMMM I DO BE PROJECTING THOOOOOOOOO #JAJSJDJJDJDJDJD #like i do be projecting jsjdjdjdj #but yeah guys clearly i have a lot of feelings about being touchstarved and megumi #i the gang just gets really close and comfy and i also think megumi wouldn’t be a good at touch person #some of us like affection and some of us get overstimulated when people keep touching us and we deserve to be represented #lmaoooo i’m really sticking to my plan to saturate the tag huh #i’ll rb this with actual blog archive tags after #ALSO!! people write more nobara megumi friendship please #like they spent months together as the only first years #they have shared trauma from it all #let them bond #healthy f/m friendships please i’m begging you

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hyperfixationtimego · 3 years ago

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autistic leon 🥺🥺 he wears earplugs during baseball games and he has an abundance of stim toys that he has to have all accounted for before he can do anything

god I have more asks to answer but my Leon brainrot is too strong so-

YEAH!!!! LITERALLY THE REASON I GRABBED ONTO HIM AS A COMFORT CHARACTER AND REFUSED TO LET GO WAS BECAUSE OF ALL THE FUCKIN!!!! SYMPTOMS AND STUFF HE HAD!!!! LIKE I LEGIT POINTED AT HIM AS SOON AS I MET HIM AND LEARNED MORE ABOUT HIM LIKE “holy SHIT that’s ME”

he’s fuckin autistic there’s no way around it. The way he fucks up social cues, the way he tries to reinvent himself to get people to stop associating him with a special interest he believes he no longer enjoys, the way he repeats a single word when he gets stressed out and angry, the way he takes naps in order to avoid feeling overwhelmed because he literally has no other way of coping with it,,,,,AUGH I love him so much

also just,,,,more of me projecting but i think the concept of him also having BPD fucks super hard. He’s impulsive, and things set him off really easily, but he feels things VERY intensely!!! When he’s happy, he’s super happy, when he’s pissed, he’s PISSED, when he’s bored, he needs to leave and go do something!! Like, god, sir, SAME?? And his sense of self is another thing AGHR I’m gonna shut up now because if I don’t stop I’ll Just Keep Talking so anyway back to autistic headcanons-

FUCK YEAH ABSOLUTELY he’s a very very loud individual, but whenever there’s an abundance of noise that’s not being made/controlled by him, it can be super overwhelming!!! His earplugs are literally a lifesaver they make him feel so safe

also unrelated but he’s absolutely someone who listens to music on headphones with the highest volume possible and everybody else is just “bro how are your ears not BLEEDING”

STIM TOYS STIM TOYS STIM TOYS AGRHBFNMEM!!!!!!!

He’s got bracelets and rings that aren’t even intended as fidget things but they twist and spin and are fun to run his fingers over so they absolutely count and he Needs them if he’s going anywhere

He carries around a baseball because sometimes just holding the weight of it in his hand is really comforting!!! But throwing it/tossing it in the air is also a surefire way for him to calm down, especially if he’s super excited or angry!! It really helps to ground him when he needs it!

Not technically fidget toys, but he plays with his piercings a lot!!! Lightly pulling on his earrings, pushing his tongue piercing against the roof of his mouth, twists his labret sometimes when he’s bored, etc. etc. like he tries to force himself to sit still and Not Do That because he doesn’t think it looks Cool™️ but neurodivergent brain doesn’t care about shit like that so ❤️

He’s definitely got some squishy stress balls, too!! Like just being able to squeeze something in his palm can really help when he can feel himself getting frustrated (this one works really well for him while he’s in class or doing homework and getting upset about not understanding the material/feeling burned out/etc.)

I bet he used to chew on his nails and probably still does if he doesn’t have immediate access to stim stuff (YEAH I’M PROJECTING AGAIN DIE MAD ABOUT IT /lh /pos)

And uhhhh failing that, he steals stuff from Kaz’s huge bag of fidget toys HSNANEBD the man is a LEECH but obv Kaz doesn’t mind cause that’s what the bag is there for lol

#tldr Leon kuwata is neurodivergent and there’s nothing u can do about it #danganronpa #leon kuwata #headcanon tag #anonymous #ask box #trigger happy havoc #dr 1 #dr thh #danganronpa trigger happy havoc

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yayteaberry · 3 years ago

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*SFW* Energizer Bunny (Kaminari)

Attending UA in the support department was as overwhelming as you expected. But you knew better than to pile on too much self loathing and let it weigh you down, who’s on top of their game only a month into an entirely new environment anyways?

When you were little you looked up to Mirko, since you had ears and a tail just like she did. Though as you aged you quickly realized you weren’t nearly as gifted in the hopping department, and having bunny-like teeth got less cute when you became a teenager.

Unlike your mother who can jump twenty feet up with ease, you can only get up to ten, and that’s if you’re really trying. Your quirk was really only a mild physical mutation. It seemed foolish to chase down the path of heroics when the only special skill you naturally had was your superior hearing.

The large ears perched at the top of your head aren’t just for show, they’re incredibly sensitive. Which is excellent for tinkering and figuring out what’s wrong with machines, something you've gotten really good at. As well as lock picking but you try your best to keep from enabling that growing bad habit. Honestly, if you weren’t meant to get past locked doors then why did they make them so easy to get past? Instead of engaging in mischief you funneled all your intelligence and ambition into costume design, namely large tank suits that are more defensive than anything.

Today wasn’t any less or more difficult than it usually is, filled with you pleading with Mei to stop detonating her bomb like creations inside the workshop. She’s very nice about it, and you’d like to consider her a friend, but she has no consideration for how loud she can be. Sometimes your sound-proof headphones weren’t enough, so you’ve learned to double up with earplugs. But, all the same, there were days when both combined still failed you.

You're currently shoving your books into your locker and getting ready to make your way home, your ‘work in progress’ notebook under your arm. Earlier you’d been hit with a wave of inspiration for a new prototype boot, and you intended to spend your entire weekend making proper schematics.

Right as you close your locker you hear someone call your name, your relaxed ears perking up and turning in the direction it came from. You look around to see who’s calling for you, seeing a boy jogging towards you while waving. He isn’t someone you recognize at all, but he’s making eye contact and grinning so you wait for him to approach you.

Once he gets close to you he stops and leans against the row of lockers next to you as if he wasn't just running, tilting his head with an obviously practiced ‘cool’ smile. “Hey.” He’s out of breath, you can hear him stifling his panting.

You smile back and politely wave with your fingers. “Hi, did you need something from me?”

He blinks a few times and chuckles a little nervously. “Not really, just wanted to say something since it’s been a while.”

You quickly try to think of his name, pressing a thumb to your bottom lip as you wrack your brain. He’s got blonde hair with a black lightning bolt printed onto his bangs, it seems like a hairstyle you’d remember if you’d seen it before. Unfortunately, you don’t have the slightest idea.

“I’m sorry, I think maybe you’re mistaking me for someone else? I don’t believe we’ve actually met before.”, you say with a shrug.

“Oh I’d know those ears anywhere!”, he says as he looks up at them, “They’ve always caught my attention.” “My name is Kaminari,” he says with a slightly deeper voice, saying your full name without skipping a beat.

Immediately you start to feel bad, sighing with a relieved laugh as you finally remember who he is. “Kaminari! Okay, now it’s all coming back. I haven't seen you since last year!”

Vague memories start to surface, mainly him being a class clown and making you laugh more than a few times. You’d gone to grade school and middle school with him, though you hadn’t had a whole lot of direct interaction. A couple of group projects and perhaps some greetings but it’s not like you’d ever hung out with him outside of school before.

He seems excited at that, his eyes lighting up as he nods. “Yeah! I had no idea you got into UA too! Are you busy tonight?”

The question makes you pause, making a 50/50 hand gesture. “Not really, but I was gonna work on someth-”

“That’s fine, if it’s just homework I can totally help you. Consider it a study session. Let me take you to go get some tea, we’ve got some catching up to do!” Usually being interrupted would upset you but there’s something about him that keeps you calm, maybe it’s the pure enthusiasm in his tone that picks up between the thick attempt at sounding smooth.

He stands up straight at the end of his sentence, shoving his hands into his pockets. You want to sequester yourself into your room until Monday morning, but it’s impossible to turn him down.

“Alright, sure, why not.”, you say with fading reluctance, “What time? And where?”

He fishes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it, turning it around to show you a picture of the place. “It’s called ‘Energizer Bunny’, they mainly sell coffee. But I’ve been there before and the tea is super good. And I was thinking we could just go now, it’s not that long of a walk from here anyways.”

You hold down a laugh as you raise an eyebrow, now heavily aware that this whole situation is not a coincidence. How long did he have that ready? Did he see that and think of you, or was it the other way around? As you glance up from the phone you notice he’s looking at you expecting an answer.

“Never been, I’ll take your word for it. Just let me text my mom real quick so she knows I’ll be home later.”

Before you can take your own phone out he points a finger gun towards you with flair. “Then you can give me your number.”

He winks and you can’t hold back a shy smile, a faint blush rising to your cheeks. You’ve never been flirted with so boldly or even at all and you don’t doubt that his charms will lessen in a more secluded location. This is going to be a very interesting ‘study session’.

#denki kaminari #kaminari #kaminari x reader #kaminari x you #AMAB reader #male reader #sfw #mha fluff #fluff #a03 fic

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vminity21 · 4 years ago

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The Art of You | myg

Pairing: artist!yoongi x universitystudent!reader, friendshiptolovers!au

Word Count: 1,578

Genre: fluff/soft

Warning(s): None, Rated: pg

Summary: A painting Yoongi has been working on reveals his true feelings that he has for you in the most beautiful way imagined. Dedicated and was requested by @suhdays , who also created the beautiful banner for this blurb. Thank you.

A tan apron clings to Yoongi’s frame while he scrunches the sleeves of his sweatshirt halfway up his arms. Converse pat along the plastic flooring while he settles the painting onto the ground. It is nearly finished, and the inspiration is revealed in just the smallest intricacies- details that remind him of you. Gentle transmits of music reverberate within the small space, and he readies his paint upon the palette you gifted him a year prior before he discovered the budding emotions, he has for you.

Aligning a picture of what he plans on adding to the main canvas, he carefully traces the lining with his fingers, concentrating solely on whatever he intends on creating to make the masterpiece complete. Dark strands flop past his eyes while he positions himself over the canvas, palette steady in his left hand while his free hand grips the handle of a petite paintbrush. Two bracelets decorate his painting wrist, but he is ever so careful than to let them touch any part of the dampened streaks.

Heavy footsteps trample into the room, slinging your bookbag over a chair in the corner, a brief sigh brushes your lips. Yoongi knew you would be due soon from your class at university, and you are too exhausted to fully pay attention to what Yoongi is finalizing. He has been working on a new project for weeks now, but he refuses to tell you who it is for. Sometimes, Yoongi likes to keep to himself, especially when it comes to his art, yet he has been quite successful with some of the artwork he has accomplished and sold within the past year.

His lips grace a small smirk, happiness spreading along his chest with being in your presence- something he has been looking forward to all day. “Yoongi, I’m home,” you bellow, stacking a few notebooks onto the tiny table in preparation to continue the homework you would so graciously like not to do.

“About time you showed up,” he teases, swiping a bigger paintbrush along a plain sheet of paper to observe if this is the color he would like to use. Noticing the palette, he had set down for the moment, you smile to yourself. He really loves his palette- the only one he owns that you happened to give him, yet he refuses to buy more, especially since the one you bought him is covered in faint stains from past achievements. You never understood it, but he takes it with him everywhere he goes, and the one time he thought he forgot it, he almost lost his mind. Thankfully, Namjoon, Yoongi’s roommate, found it behind a dresser where it must have fallen without Yoongi’s knowledge.

“I still don’t get why you are panicking, Yoons. I am sure there are some palettes in one of these stores here,” plus you did not have any issue with purchasing him another one, “Want to check them out?”

“Not really,” he murmured, timidly looking away from you while he anxiously awaited the doting text from Namjoon. What you are unaware of, is that palette you surprised him with is the truest good luck charm he has ever received. Because of you, every time he used that specific palette, his artwork has been recognized by thousands of individuals throughout the country. Because of you, he is determined to continue his passion with the gift you gave him held firmly in his left hand.

“Okay,” you sigh softly in confusion, “Well then would you like to grab some coffee until Joon replies? I’m sure it will turn up.”

Yoongi shakes his head briefly to situate his hair while the memory dissipates for the time being. “How long have you been in here? Have you even eaten anything?” You always worry about him because when he gets too focused into what he is doing, sometimes he may forget to hydrate, as well as eat, yet you can relate due to college being so overwhelming. You notice the white mask tucked under his chin, his earrings gleam beneath the light, and you cannot help but fondly gaze at how handsome your friend is. You met him a year ago, and although you have always had feelings for him, you feared that he didn’t feel the same, and when you stumbled upon his talent for the arts, you were determined to gift him with something related to what he loves to do.

“I was thinking we could grab dinner as soon…” his words trail as he dots the brush along certain areas of the canvas. You can’t help but curiously tilt your head to see if you can figure out what it is, he is creating, but from the angle and distance from where Yoongi is, you can’t quite see it yet. “… as I am…” He is so enraptured in his work that he forgets to finish his sentence and you playfully shake your head at him before turning to your studies.

Uncertain of how much time has ticked away into the evening, you do not understand how Yoon’s thighs cannot be burning from how long he poses in deep concentration. “Who needs exercise,” you joke, running your fingertips along your eyes to awake them if even possible. “You know,” you bring your voice up in volume for Yoongi to hear, “I’m not going to lie, I’m actually excited to see what you’ve conjured up,” you confess; there has not been a completion that you haven’t loved from Yoongi’s extraordinary talent.

“It’s definitely different from what I’ve done before,”

“Oh really?” Your attention is now returned to your notebook and with pencil in hand, you scribble random lines along the sides to prevent yourself from blushing. He has such an effect on you, and you wonder how he hasn’t realized it. “What inspired it? Give me a clue.”

“You mean, who?”

Pausing, with furrowed eyebrows, you ponder through your brain on who Yoongi could be referring to. “It’s a who this time?”

“Believe it or not,” he says, and you hadn’t taken into account the way he places his hands on his hips, longingly staring at you while you rack your thoughts with whatever guess you can muster.

“Okay but where’s my clue?”

“Hm,” he hums to himself trying to not make it as obvious as he would like to, especially if it risks scaring you away. “She loves to getaway. More so when it’s cold and the atmosphere contains the scenery she needs.”

A she? Surprised by the revelation, your heart shatters in different directions, yet you compile yourself enough to remain composure. “A getaway?” You choke, trying to lower your voice to not appear as shocked as you feel. “I’m assuming in the winter?”

“Mhm,” Yoongi responds, “Sometimes she wishes that she could see flowers there though, especially the ones that are her favorite. It’s simply hard when there is always so much snow.”

“Um, is it-?” Despite the tears wanting to burn down your cheeks, you guess a few names that come to mind, hardly being able to realize that Yoongi is talking about you. Exasperated after you have guessed so many wrong answers, Yoongi’s arms drop to his sides while he exhales slowly, gathering himself before sauntering to you. When a soft hand presses to your cheek, you lose all track of sanity; his lips touch yours so gently, it takes you a moment to realize what is happening. Oh! You gasp inwardly. Oh, you want to laugh at yourself for now you see that every fact he uncovered about his painting was him hinting about you.

Your fingers curl into his sweatshirt while you pull him closer, deepening the kiss while your heart flies sporadically along your ribcage. This whole entire time- he has been working on a painting inspired by you. And, this entirety of your friendship, he has thought of you lovingly as much as you have thought about him?

Breathless, he pulls away, but just enough to rest his forehead upon yours, his bangs tickle your face. “Are you ready to see the painting?”

Nodding, you are at a loss for words, the sensation of his kiss still lingering while he takes your hand. Following suit, he bends swiftly to lean the piece against the wall, accepting your hand in his once again as soon as it steadies. Gasping, your eyes widen at the most beautiful scenery you have ever witnessed. Snow capped mountains sketched meticulously with splashes of blues and greys mingle in precise detail to the sparse blades of grass poking from the blanket of white covering the ground. The sky alludes to the beginning of a snowfall, but what your vision gathers in the center of the painting is what touches your heart in ways Yoongi has always been able to prompt.

A bundle of magenta peonies are painted to be growing in resistant to the brutal winds of winter, and in tiny, neatly stroked letters exposes the words you never thought you would hear, or in this case, read.

“I love you.” Yoongi whispers, squeezing your hand as you take it all in.

“Yoongi, it’s- it’s the most beautiful gift.” You cry, him embracing you immediately, the scent of his sweatshirt reaching your nostrils as you cuddle into his frame. “I love you so much.”

And with that, forever awaits, Yoongi expressing his love in a way only he knows how- painted contentedly to the art of you.

#bangtanhq #btswriterscollective #btswritingcafe #kafenetwork #heartsforbts #min yoongi #yoongi blurb #bts #bts blurb #bts yoongi #bts min yoongi #yoongi fluff #yoongi soft #artist yoongi #bts fluff #bts soft #1k +

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