#gimme a s. hold on gimme a min

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

in my lazy & disgusting era

[moechies]

“armin— gimme y’r c—cum . . “

you whine into armin’s neck, soft blonde locks tickling against your temples. “ ‘min . .”

“fuck— fuck, hold on,”

the poor boys loosing his composure, your warm soppy cunt warped gorgeously around his sore cock. he’s dizzy with the way you’re riding his taut cock, bouncing up and down his lap at a dragged pace, your chubby ass dropping against his meaty thighs before you lift your hips again.

“‘s good. so good— pretty—“

“‘minnn— cum in me ‘ready, please . .”

you sniffle, wrapping your arms tight around his neck. you press a wet his to the shell of his ear, feeling the man shiver below you with a low, sultry moan. “y’r big,” you cry, tossing your head back. “c—can’t anymore—!”

“no, you can. just a little more, a little more for ‘min, okay.” armin grumbles, mouth agape with his brows furrowed. his fingers dig into the chub of your hips, burning indents of his digits pressed into your skin — almost as if branding you.

“‘m gonna cum, baby. baby, don’t slow, please—“ he’s rambling. it’s your favorite part of fucking the weak, weak man — his stupid rambles against your chest, the apple of his palms traveling all across your body now and not merely still on your hips.

his left arm comes to wrap behind your body, pulling you in close until you feel his soft skin pressed up against yours. his right hand comes to palm at your naked breasts, fondling them so gently it’s turning them sensitive.

his arm wrapped around your back drops to the curve of your ass, armin’s middle finger tittering gently across your golden skin to press into your puckered ass.

you yelp, pussy twitching when you feel armin press the tip of his finger into the rim of your ass, mewling quietly as he shushes you,

“‘m—min . . y’r dirty . . dirty p—pervert.” you shake your butt a tad, the foreign fill unfamiliar.

“am . . i’m sorry baby, so, so sorry— don’t stop. please,”

his finger motions slightly, pumping erratically at the same pace of his cock impaling your pussy. you cry, soft pussy sore and aching. “min, min . . please . . “

“i know. please . . keep goin’ hun. inside to make it up to my baby? alrigh’?”

[arminsumi]

hi to my fav author 🫶 i was wondering if you could do prompt 13? but make it where dilf armin has a lactation kink 🫢 if your comfortable with that. thank you so much and have a great rest of your day

Oh sure thing angel 🤭💕hope i wrote satisfactorily hehe

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💕 ꒱ MILK MDNI

░ 🐬 Dilf!Armin x fem!reader

⚠️Cws; kinky SMUT 🥵🌶️

⚠️💦Smut cws; kinky sex, lactation + breeding + daddy kink, boobie sucking/milk drinking 👀, unprotected sex (creampie), dirty talk, mating press position

As soon as you cooed your newborn to sleep and tucked your kids into bed, Armin eagerly led you into the bedroom with feverish kisses down the hallway.

From the moment the bedroom door snapped shut, Armin was all over you; his hands praising up and down your body like he hadn't touched you in weeks.

"Someone's excited." You giggled teasingly when he put his hot lips on your boob. "Ah, 'Min, 's sensitive after milking, be gentler." you moaned against the top of his head. His hair tickled under your chin as he pulled off while sucking your nipple.

His eyes twinkled when a little bit of your milk squirted out by accident. You giggled embarrassedly, "You sucked too hard, not my fault." you defended immediately, but Armin licked an erotic stripe from under your boob, over your nipple, and latched his lips right back on.

"Hey, 'careful or more's gonna come out." you warned him amusedly. "I don't mind. It t-tastes good." he pulled away to speak, breathing hot against your sensitive nipple. He flicked his tongue against it. All he could think about was how heavy and full your boobs looked.

"What, are you tellin' me that you wanna drink my milk?" you teased. He looked up at you and sensually massaged your boobs. His eyes twinkled a bit when you said that, "Y-yeah, I do..." he blurted out. You raised your brows and laughed breathily, because you thought he was kidding at first.

"Don't laugh, I-I'm serious." Armin said, his whole face was searing with heat. He wasn't sure if he should play it off as a joke. It all depended on your response. "I'm down to try anything with you." you told him.

Oh boy, he pressed you down onto the springy bed so eagerly when you said that. His plush lips latched back onto your nipple, and he sucked gently. Occasionally he pulled away to circle his tongue around it, or come up for a kiss.

He whimpered and gulped down your milk hungrily. "Fuck, angel, your milk tastes really good..." he sighed, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He put his lips on your other tit and tried sucking it for milk, too.

He was so hard against you, it made you wonder how long he had thought about doing this. Probably even back when you were first breastfeeding a few years ago, you remember noticing him paying special attention to your tits back then, as if he wanted something more than just to feel and kiss them.

Armin couldn't help but lay into you after he tasted your milk.

He muffled a moan on your boob when you ruffled his hair. He was so docile and almost submissive until he sunk his heavy cock inside. "Fuck, 'm gonna fuck 'nother baby into those hips." he groaned when he started thrusting into you.

His cock filled you up deliciously, but he got frustrated that he wasn't balls deep inside, so he pushed your legs as far back as he could.

Armin's eyes focused on the sight of his cock stretching you out; he loved seeing your pussy cling to him like that. "Fuck, fuck th-that's so good... that pussy's so fuckin' good, 'makes me wanna cream inside you so bad. You want that? Want daddy to give you some milk, too?" he murmurs against your face.

Armin's thrusts make the bed shake. You can barely stutter out in response, "Yeah, daddy, 'gimme your milk, please." you replied sensually.

He let out a tell-tale groan and stilled inside you.

You couldn't squirm because that tight position he had you had you in. His palms pressed your legs back as much as they could go, but one hand came to hold your ankle when he felt you shaking.

He knew that the feeling of receiving a hot creampie brought you close to cumming yourself, so he thumbed your clit and pressed a hard kiss to your lips.

"C'mon, cum f'me – that's it, let go and enjoy yourself." he murmured, rocking his sensitive cockhead in and out while rubbing a pattern that made your tummy do loopies.

He licked his lips and watched intently as your breasts jiggled while you went through your orgasm. His pale, veiny hands kept a firm hold on your ankles, his dick throbbing as he felt your pussy tighten and untighten convulsively around it.

"God damn," he sighed breathlessly, coming down to give your tits a sloppy kiss, "So delicious, baby, 'gotta let me suck your milk again."

I'm gonna be real I haven't paid much attention to lactation kinks, so I shrugged and thought... booba sucking and milk drinking... hope that's what it's all about 👀

[borderlands-addict]

Borderlands au where they are all played as muppets (im crazy take my phone away)

starting with the first gang, Kermit as mordecai,

starting off strong, i honestly feel like he could pull of a mordecai, the mental image of kermit drinking with one felt froggy hand holding a sniper and the other has a big ol bottle of alcohol is good enough for me. if it doesn’t make sense gimme a min

also blood wing is like, either tom holand in a spirt halloween phenix costume or animal, either way nobody brings up how they are not a bird

now roland, sam the Eagle

a no nonsense american guy, i could see it.

Lilith- honestly i was running out of ideas here. BUT IN THE MUPPETS. GUESS WHO SAM THE EAGLE HAS A CRUSH ON? janice.

the fire hawk herself

and last but not least brick as…

buff gonzo, its funny thats why, imagine gonzo’s voice saying “hey slab!” comical i tell ya

now for the extra characters

Our beloved tannis as…

Yolanda, its the vibes ya know? (no idea why theres no more photos)

CLAPTR4P AS 90’s ROBOT CUZ I MISS HIM

crazy tina as….

Abby cadabby! yeah shes pink, and pretty cool, she could pull off a crazy lil girl

one of the only human character is marcos, fits with his whole self insert bedtime story thing

Jack would be the guy who played the lemur from the muppets most wanted, i dont care im not looking it up

lastly…the one you have all been waiting for….

mad moxxi as…..the one and only….

[mageofspacemultiverse]

It seems like she managed to connect to someone on the other line, per some muffled shouting and the vague suggestion of booming music coming from the handheld. The troll rolled her eyes and laughed sugar-sweet, glancing up at the sky.

^@w@^>> heeeey- giRlie heyyyy...yea. yea. ...yea, i'm w*Rkkin *n an& at-

^@-@^>> ....biiitch uR n*t staRting with*ut me?? i just spent tw* muse4bi&&en h*uR- ...yea i'm theRe- h*l& *n s*me guy leant me his huskk- kk, just- just gimme a min giRl

She presses the Hold button, her lips twisting, before she shoots Selbec an apologetic smile.

^@w@^;>> hah...l*l, s*RRy ab*ut all this...i'm helping t* pr*m*te my 'fRien&' 4 a g*veRnment gRant by ph*t*b*mbing an anti-hem*ist Rally. fishlips's always gives me the wR*ng time for events th*ugh.

^@w@^>> ...w*ul& u kn*w wheRe i can fin& the maRket on the east si&e? east....yea, she sai& east.

There's a knock on one of your muse's doors. A peppy party-girl greets them, dressed in a jean jacket as white as her front bang, a pink strapless crop top, and some dark-blue jeans.

^@w@^>> hi!! hey theRe!! s*RRy t* st*p by y*ur neighb*urh**& su&&enly, but my gps bR*kke! an& i'm Really Running late f*R a paRty! d* y*u have a ph*ne i c*uld b*RR*w f*R a sec*nd, pRetty please?

-> A Goldblood male sticks his head out of the door of his two-story hive, raising an eyebrow at the girl “Y0ur GPS br0ke? 1’ve g0t a spare palmhusk y0u can use, yeah.” -> He ducks back into his hive then returns with said spare palmhusk in hand, holding it out to the girl. "Here."

[bratkook]

eleven months. (m) myg. one.

masterlist.

pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: fluff, slow burn!!!, eventual smut, warnings: none this chapter. word count: 2.8k author’s note: this chapter is on the shorter side, just diving into them meeting and giving you all a small glimpse into them as individuals! im really excited for this story so let me know what you think, feel free to scream about anything in my inbox bye ily lmao summary: it’s been years of yoongi living his routine life, accustomed to his pace of living, going with the flow and simply existing. until you come along. yoongi absolutely can not see the logic in the way you live, but he weirdly craves it. craves the feeling of not being afraid of not knowing what’s coming, being able to just let the cards fall wherever they land. and maybe you can help with that.

Yoongi loves the rain, really he does. The way the clouds gloom over the city, encompassing it in this darkness that reminds him of underexposed film. He wishes he could always see the world through this filter, always smell the scent of wet soil and tarmac as he makes his way through the streets. Something about hearing the soft patter hitting the sidewalk, bouncing off the rooftops and dripping from the gutters calms him. A soft smile spreads across his face as he exhales the smoke in his lungs, letting the stick hang loosely off his lips while his hands clutch onto his umbrella.

When he stomps his foot into a wide puddle, the cold water splashes up onto his ankle and he grimaces. He hates being caught in the middle of rain. It didn’t matter if he had his umbrella or not, or if he managed to bundle enough for the downpour, he hates stepping into puddles and getting his socks wet. Hates how some of the raindrops that slipped under his umbrella—since it was now raining sideways—have managed to make his cigarette slightly soggy.

Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth this time, he holds it in front of his face with a frown. It was halfway done but no longer burning properly due to how wet it had become. 

What a waste.

As he passes a trash can, he stubs it out fully and tosses it inside, a small pout on his face at the loss of something to fidget with. But then he sees the glowing sign inching closer, the bright neon yellow standing out in the grim weather. The illuminated Rkive360 in the distance stops him from slipping out another smoke, choosing to stuff his unoccupied hand into the pocket of his jeans, moving his legs a little faster to get to his destination.

The bell at the top of the door jingles as he stumbles in, his foot tripping over the small lip of the mat by the door. That was a safety hazard he’d playfully bitch to Namjoon about later. 

“Yoongi, hey!” When he balances out, closing his umbrella and giving it a good shake by the door, he looks up and grins at Taehyung. He spots him standing by a flat spread of clothes a few feet away, folding out some new items as he stares at Yoongi with a genuine smile. His curls flop over his eyes and Yoongi chuckles to himself as he wonders how a guy like him was here folding shirts when he should probably be the face of Gucci or something. 

Well, that’s life. 

“Hey man,” Yoongi mumbles out, his eyes catching the plastic bin beside the door that’s labeled ‘umbrellas here’ in a messy scribble he can only attribute to Taehyung. Not needing to be told twice, he sticks his dripping umbrella upside down into it and shuffles inside the shop, taking a minute to look around like he always did. 

Record stores have always been his safe space, even as a teenager. The amount of time spent in one after school, loitering inside with his friends as he sorted through the racks of CDs and vinyl, exiting with his bag of new goodies that left him excited to get home and play them. It was god sent that his best friend decided to open up his own place years ago, keeping it fully stocked with anything he could imagine. Maybe Yoongi was a little biased, but this was definitely the best shop in the country. 

It’s a welcoming place, pops of color in every corner, tall standing sculptures mixed in with displays of music, autographed albums and posters framed onto the wall behind the counter. It’s the full embodiment of his best friend, down to the tiny KAWS figurines perched beside the register and the music playing through the speakers. The small melody in the background fills his ears once the door is shut, recognizing the song playing as Dang! by Mac Miller and he bobs along as he approaches Taehyung.

“Quick question,” he starts, his hands coming up to shake at his gray hair that was slightly damp from the rain. Taehyung sets the shirt down, resting both of his palms on the table as he leans towards Yoongi with interest. “Any chance you guys miraculously got Seventeen Seconds in your stock this week?”

Taehyung hums in thought, his brows furrowing together as he tries to mentally sort through the massive boxes of new vinyl Namjoon had brought in a few days ago. New shipment comes once a week but every now and then Namjoon goes out of his way to find specific records, never missing with his selection. 

A small flash of blurry trees crosses his mind and then he's smiling at him. “Yeah, we actually got it the other day. Pretty sure Namjoon hunted it down for you since you’ve been asking. It should be in the back.” His thumb points behind him, towards the display tables that held all the LP’s available at the store, a very familiar spot. 

Yoongi mumbles out a thanks as he makes his way over, eyes already locked onto the bin that he knew would hold his prized possession. It’s not until he gets a few feet closer that he sees your crouched frame over a box, figure slightly hidden by a giant CD rack. You’re rummaging through the records, almost making him flinch when you quickly stand back up and find their proper spot in the display. You don’t notice him approaching until he’s right beside you, eyes once again glued to the bins lined in alphabetical order once the initial shock of another person subsided.

That’s when you give him a glance, sending him a soft smile as you slip the record in its rightful spot, crouching back down to grab the next bunch. His hand pauses on the edge of the bin at the glimpse of something familiar, momentarily distracted by your shirt. When you stand back up, feeling him staring at you, you slowly turn to face him once more with your eyebrows raised up in question.

He takes note of the tag clipped to your shirt, it reads Sana but he’s used to dealing with Sana and you are definitely not her. You’re new.

The smile remains on your lips as you rest your hip against the edge of the table holding up the record bins, preparing to put your best customer service voice to use. His eyes glance at the writing on your shirt again, cracking a grin when he confirms it's a New Order shirt tucked into your black jeans. “You like New Order?”

Your smile falters slightly, your arms crossing in front of you as you narrow your eyes at him in defense, not entirely sure how to take his tone. “If you’re about to ask me to name five of their songs I’ll have to walk away to avoid getting fired.”

His smile widens at that, soft and gummy, breaking his cold appearance as his arms raise up in front of him in surrender. “No, just an observation.”

Your demeanor softens again, your arms sagging back down to your sides and smiling once more. “Good, it's my first day on the job and I’d really like to keep it.”

Yoongi chuckles softly, going back to his searching for his precious album, leaning over the third bin dedicated to bands starting with the letter C. His nimble fingers flip through the LPs until he gets to the Cure, sorting through Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me, passing Pornography until he reaches Wish and his brows furrow, flicking back and forth as if the album he wanted would magically appear.

“Need help finding something?” You speak up again when you take note of him sorting through the same chunk of vinyl. He grunts lightly, letting the stack slant back in a heap as he purses his lips.

“Yeah actually, Taehyung said you guys got the album Seventeen Seconds but I don’t see it.

You step back from reorganizing the bin labeled S, trying to remember if you had brought the record out or if it was still sitting in the second box ready to be unpacked. Your brain was already overwhelmed from all of the information you had been given on your first day, trying to unscramble the entire backroom and it’s countless boxes—most of which were unlabeled because Taehyung said it’s not necessary since he knows where everything is. 

Much like Taehyung, you recall seeing a flash of the album cover when you sorted through the new box of records, knowing exactly where it was tucked away since you had been the one to store it. You were under strict orders to not put it out on the floor, because according to Namjoon, if someone else took this album you’d be attending his funeral. 

“Oh, uh gimme a sec.” You shuffle away, leaving him behind as you approach Taehyung, still folding away. “Hey, Tae?”

He hums in question, turning to stare at you with a small smile. “Whats up?”

“That guy is asking for Seventeen Seconds but Namjoon told me he’d be murdered if I gave this out to anyone.”

Taehyung starts laughing instantly, setting the shirt down as he stares at a confused looking Yoongi still standing by the LP’s. “Yeah, he was saving it for him specifically.”

“Got it, okay. Thanks.” You make a beeline back to the tables at the back, passing Yoongi with a polite smile. “Be right back!” you exclaim, wagging your finger at him as you make your way towards the back room, clearly on a mission.

Yoongi just stands there as you enter the employee stock room, not trying to cross any professional lines and follow you since you have no idea who he is. It's only a few feet away and you left the door propped open so when a few minutes pass and he hears rustling, followed by a heavy sounding thud and some curse words, he can’t help but wander over and peak his head in.

“You okay?” he asks, leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face when he sees the way you’re frozen, one foot on the ledge of the shelf and the other on a not so sturdy looking stool, caught in the act of a poorly made decision. Below you lay two brown boxes that carry shirts you’re meant to unpack later, definitely the cause of the loud thud he had heard.

“Yep,” you confirm as you pluck out the record you need, shoving the box back into its safe spot and hopping down haphazardly. “Here you go.”

Grabbing the record carefully, he flips it over to skim the track list and smiles widely when he looks back up at you. That familiar warmth fills his chest as he holds the new item, making him feel the same way he had as a teenager when he bought his first LP. He had been searching for this vinyl for months now. It wasn’t as if it was no longer in production, he just couldn’t seem to find it in stock anywhere he looked and buying it internationally was the last resort he would take since the shipping fees were downright illegal. “Thanks.”

You’re already hunched down on the floor as you open up one of the boxes that had fallen in your haste to scale the shelves, deciding to just unpack in now since you were here. 

“Yeah, no problem. Tae can ring you up at the front.” Sending him off with a smile and a wave, he takes that as his cue to exit, making his way to the front again. 

When he leaves the backroom you flop onto your butt with a huff, your legs sprawling out with the second box in between them. You were hoping your words didn’t come across as rude to him but you couldn’t take the way his sharp eyes stared at you. Had he lingered any longer you would have embarrassed yourself, it was a miracle your footing hadn’t slipped on your way down from the shelves. You can’t imagine your ego being able to recover from a tumble like that. 

Taehyung spots Yoongi leaning against the front counter, setting the final shirt down and going to stand behind it with a smile. “Did you find everything okay?” he asks automatically, the general phrases they had to use coming out without a thought and Yoongi scoffs, sliding the record across the counter and nodding.

“Of course I did, you let Namjoon know that I said your customer service is unmatched.” His finger gently rubs against the first black KAWS figurine, smiling at the remaining four as he remembers how Namjoon had excitedly told him that this was their friend group, representing them all perfectly. 

Taehyung grins with a roll of his eyes, scanning the album and slipping it into the brown paper bag they provided. “Wonderful. Your total is 40,000 won.”

“Wow, your customer service voice is phenomenal.”

Taehyung laughs now, his nose crinkling up at Yoongi's sarcastic tone, watching how Yoongi grins back at him, succeeding in getting him to crack. “Fuck you, man.”

“Ah, there he is.” Yoongi hums with a chuckle as he pulls out his wallet, sorting through his bills and handing them to Taehyung. “Who’s New Order girl?”

Tae raises his brows as he enters the amount into the POS, the drawer popping open against his hips. “Oh, Y/N?” Yoongi only shrugs, you had Sana’s name tag on so how the hell should he know.

Taehyung stuffs the money into the drawer and slams it shut, ripping off the receipt from the machine and slipping it into the bag. “She just started today, can’t remember where she moved from, some place far though.” He shrugs as he hands the bag over to Yoongi.

The older boy ruffles his damp hair up, accepting the bag with his right hand. “Oh, cool. Well thanks, I’ll see you guys later then?” Taehyung just waves him off with a smile, similar to the way you did and he laughs to himself when he realizes Taehyung must be the one in charge of training you.

As he approaches the front door he pulls out his pack of cigarettes once more, sliding one out and slipping it between his lips. He finds himself looking towards the back of the shop again, seeing you resuming your organization, but your head lifts up as you feel him staring at you from his spot at the door. The spark of his lighter flashes across his face when he lights up his smoke, opening his umbrella once more now that he's partially outside. When your eyes meet, he smiles around the stick, giving you a nod before turning and walking back out into the rain.

You watch as his figure disappears down the street, his dark silhouette blending in with the rest of the people roaming the city, and when you can no longer see him through the store window you turn towards Taehyung. He’s stood at the POS, fidgeting with the screen, but when you call his name he glances up at you. “Is he a regular?”

He nods in response, eyes going back to stare at the screen as he begins to print out a sheet to fulfill the online orders the store received. “Yeah, he comes in at least once a week. Buys strictly vinyl. I think Namjoon mentioned he’s a music producer, or maybe it was a DJ, I can’t remember.”

Taehyung evidently doesn’t have the best memory, that much had been made clear in the short span you’ve known him. He had forgotten your name twice during your interview, Namjoon having to subtly repeat it for him, he had also asked you three times where you were from and at first you thought he was joking but when his face remained serious you realized he had really forgotten already.

“Hey, where’d you move from again?” he asks one more, genuinely curious as if you hadn’t told him a handful of times already. 

“I told you, Iceland.” It’s a lie, but when he hums in thought—pretending to suddenly remember—you chuckle at the newfound way to mess with him. 

He’s quick to start questioning you about Iceland, nodding along to the lies you spill while you both go back to your tasks of sorting albums and folding shirts. It makes your first full shift eventful, passing jokes back and forth as the sky grows gloomier. As distracting as your conversations get, you can’t help but glance up through the windows whenever a dark clad figure walks by, the thought of the sharp eyed stranger lingering in your mind. 

[totally-a-different-person]

alright man, you aren't ready for this request, gimme Dirty talk, Threesome, Praise kink, Double penetration, AND Overstimulation. I'll have that with tordtomedd please and thank you

Oh my, that is a rather specific request but I think I get what you want, gimme one second

Tord continued to thrust into the brunnet on his lap despite him climaxing in Tom's mouth only moments ago, mumbling quiet praise and complements, some in Norwegian. Edd was still sensitive from his orgasm, thighs quivering as he screwed his eyes shut. Tom leaned forward, spreading Edd's legs a little further.

Tord realized what the demon was doing and slowed down to make things easier. "You think he'll be able to take it all?" He asked. Tom hesitated for a moment, thinking. He looked into the eyes of the now slightly confused brunnet. "You remember the safe word right?" he asked softly. Edd nodded slowly, still no clue what Tom was doing. Tom nodded back once and looked back at Tord again "He'll be ok."

Edd's confusion stope abruptly when Tom lifted his legs a little and angled himself at Edd's hole. The coke addict gasped softly before pressing his lips together as tight as he could so no noise would get out as Tom pushed in.

Tom let out a small shakey sigh as the wonderful heat enveloped his aching member. Edd was softly panting at this point, trying his best to get used to the stretch, and it was a lot. Tom was a little bit bigger than Tord, and both of them together was so much.

"Are you alright min kjærlighet?" Tord asked softly, running his fingers up the under side of Edd's thighs. Edd swallowed, letting out a tiny breath after. "Y-yeah, I feel so full." He said softly, his voice audibly quivering.

Tom chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to his temple. "Your doing so good, taking it so well for us~" He purred against Edd's ear. The shorter man shuddered, taking a second to indulge in Tord's mouth against his neck, teeth grazing his skin.

They gave him a little bit to adjust before they started moving. Edd was moaning and gasping for air right away. Tom gave long, hard thrust that were slowly getting faster while Tord was already plowing into him.

He couldn't help squirming, the different paces constantly pounding his insides was almost impossible to get used to. Edd was drooling, heavily panting between breathy yelps and moans. Tom started stroking his cock as he went even harder and that when the brunnet came for the second time, giving a gorgeous scream as he did so.

He would have expected them to stop or at least slow down for a moment, but that didn't happen. It was quickly becoming to much. "W-wai- AH!~" He was cut off as Tord harshly pressed against his prostate.

He continued to hit the spot over and over, making Edd scream. Tom leaned back a bit to take in the sight before him, Edd practically in tears while Tord sucked hickeys into his neck to muffle his own noises. Absolutely beautiful. He and his boyfriends rarely got to spend time like this all together, so they made sure to make the most of it when they did.

Edd chocked out a dry sob, he would have bucked his hips if Tom wasn't holding them in place. "H-HARDER!~" He begged before pretty much throwing his head back as he got what he wanted almost instantly. That was the third time.

Tord came deep inside him as well at some point, face buried deep in the crook of his neck, cursing under his breath.

Tom used one of his fingers to tilt the norks head back up so he could see his face. His face flushed, eyes blurry and unfocused. Tom kissed him deeply, much to his delight.

Tord started thrusting again once he could properly think. The feeling returning so suddenly made Edd gasp sharply, climaxing a fourth time. It was becoming so much, to much.

That searing hot pleasure now mixed with a slowly worsening pain. It was so overwhelming, he tried to speak but all that came out were little gasps and yelps as they continued.

Tom pulled away from the kiss to let Tord breath, a thin string of saliva still connecting their mouths. He looked to Edd and saw his expression.

After a moment of consideration, he placed gentle kisses up Edd's jawline to his ear. Edd shuddered at the sensation, enjoying it quite a bit.

"I just wanna see that beautiful face you make one more time~" he made sure to whisper, knowing Edd likes it so much "Then you can be all done, can you do that for me?~"

Edd just nodded, he would have said something but he didn't trust his voice at the moment. Tom smirked a little. "That's a good boy~" he punctuated his sentence with a hard thrust to his prostate earning a heavy moan.

He continued peppering little kisses all over Edd's neck and shoulders as he started going even harder. Tord was gently nibbling his ear, saying quiet, sweet things about how well he was doing or how pretty he looked.

Edd was already so over sensitive and all of it at once was just way to much. He came relatively quickly, all over Tord's hand that had been playing with his dick. Said man licked his hand clean while the smaller leaned back against his chest, sweaty and exhausted.

Tom smiled a little and gave Edd a gentle kiss as he pulled out. Edd fell asleep pretty quickly after that, he would definitely need their help walking for a little while.

While he had passed out Tord sucked Tom off sin e he hadn't gotten to cum yet. It was pretty quick considering how close he had been before.

[niawritess]

The Lovestruck~Chapter 22

(17 January)

11:25 am

Here you were sitting on the bleachers with Ria, watching boys practicing for their upcoming game. Your eyes were following your boyfriend who seemed too concentrated on the game which made him more attractive. While your bestfriend took this opportunity to stare at every guy in the field.

Just as you thought, they were getting more serious, suddenly Jongin passed the ball to Minseok and it hit him on his arm and a gasp left your both of your girls lips.

Then, Minseok shot a glare at him and threw back the ball to him which he instantly dodged and it hit Junmyeon behind him and like that it became chaotic.

You and Ria couldn't help but started laughing at their sudden act. Kyungsoo and Junmyeon looked so done with them but still couldn't stop them.

Not long before, Ria excused herself to washroom and then Kyungsoo took a seat beside you leaving a chair between. He drank his water before shaking his head at them and looked at you.

"They are crazy aren't they?" He chuckled.

"But they look happy." You smiled looking at Baekhyun ducking his head as Jongdae threw the ball towards him.

"Baekhyun looks happy nowadays, well, he is goofy and cheerful but he looks really happy and I am glad that you're by his side." He said, smiling at you and you smiled back. "Baekhyun is really lucky to have friends like you."

He chuckled before you felt someone's presence in front you who turned out to be Baekhyun himself. You handed him the water bottle and he grabbed it smiling before sitting between you and Kyungsoo.

"What were you two talking about?" He gulped his water while eyeing you two suspiciously.

"I was telling her that how much of an idiot you are." He said gripping Baekhyun's nap and he yelped while you chuckled at them.

"Aren't you gonna save your boyfriend?" Baekhyun asked and you shook your head playfully.

"It's between friends so..."

"She's smart." Kyungsoo commented and Baekhyun gave him a look before nodding proudly. "She's my girlfriend."

Kyungsoo groaned before slapping his neck lightly and walked back to the field.

Soon Ria came back and at the moment Sehun threw the ball towards Jongin where Ria was right behind him. Jongin ducked down and the ball was about to hit her causing you panick and Ria closed her eyes in reflex.

However, it didn't hit her as Chanyeol instantly dragged her aside by holding her and your jaw dropped witnessing the dramatic moment making you fangirl internally.

Baekhyun chuckled at your funny yet cute reaction as he closed your mouth before he leaned in. "Do you think something is going on between them?"

You nodded suspiciously. "I also think that."

"Guess, we're going to have another couple in the group." He smirked and you smiled nodding slowly.

You both kept watching the scene as Chanyeol asked Ria if she's okay while Ria was blushing and your eyes widened.

"She's blushing?" You muttered and Baekhyun heard it since he sitting close to you.

"You think she's the only one who blushes?"

You looked at him confused before noticing his smug grin and lightly pushed him away making him laugh causing you smile too.

***

10:12 pm

"Ow! Gimme that!"

You whined stretching your hand with your body towards your bestfriend who kept taking away the chips from your reach.

"Y/n! My face mask!" She exclaimed as you accidentally hit her face and instantly snatched the chips from her before fixing your mask to see if it's peeling off.

You and Ria were in your room having a night stay while watching kdramas on the laptop infront you with you both leaning against the headboard.

"Woah! That Ajjumma is really something." You commented amazingly watching the hacker who was an middle-aged woman in Healer drama.

"I know right! And Park min young is definitely smart too." Ria stuffed her mouth with bunch of chips and half of them fell on your bed.

"Yah!" You slightly slapped her arm before gesturing her to clean the mess as you hate your bed getting dirty but she still does it.

The scene came where Ji Chang Wook and Park Min young were getting dressed up for a mission together and that's when the door of your room opened.

"Why are you two still awake and what's this on your face?" Your mom barged in with her neverending scolding.

"Buddy! Come here! It's Ji Chang Wook!" Ria exclaimed gesturing her with her hands and your mom's eyes lit up as she skipped to your bed.

She always scolds you for being a fangirl as how every mother does but whenever Ji Chang Wook appears on the screen, she can't stay back until she see him.

Well, she was your mom for a reason.

"Show me!" She sat on the bed shoving Ria to the middle and watched the scene where he was walking out in a suit.

"Ah ha, look at you." Ria shot a smug grin towards her and earned a smack from your mom and you laughed watching until you got one too.

"What are you doing here?"

Your attention went to the door seeing your dad standing at the door with his folded arms.

"Let's go, I'm sleepy." He yawned and Ria nudged your mom with a teasing smile and your mom glared at her before walking out with him.

Your parents had a love marriage and it's been years to their marriage but your dad still can't sleep without your mother.

"Uncle is really romantic." Ria commented making you smile before she turned to you. "Speaking of romantic, is Baekhyun Sunbae romantic?"

You made a face at her question to hide your flustered state and cleared your throat. "Speaking of Baekhyun, what's going on between you and Chanyeol Sunbae?"

Ria's smug smile faded as a surprised expression took over and she blinked before looking at the laptop screen. "What's going on? Nothing is going on."

"Really? Are you sure?"

She looked at you for a brief minute before sighing. "We are hanging out and yeah I do have a little crush on him but I don't know how he thinks. I mean yeah, he treats me nicely but i don't want to think more than that so I won't get my hopes up."

You listened to her attentively and her words seemed just like how you used to think about Baekhyun but that's not always the case. To you, Chanyeol seems to like her but you don't know for sure until he says it and you don't want to give her any hopes too.

You just nodded and patted her back before cracking a lame joke to make her laugh which she did and continued watching drama until you both slept off.

***

(12 January)

Next day

You walked out of the classroom and Ria excused herself to the library as she had to return some books and you nodded while making your way to the music room again since you were called by your boyfriend again.

As you exited the building, you were stopped by a voice calling you from behind and it was Sooyoung. She was your friend whom you two besties getting close to slowly. She had asked for your notes as she got late in class and you lend your notes to her before she gave you a polite smile and walked away.

"Junior Y/n!"

You startled by the voice and looked further to see Sehun waving at you before walking to you. You smiled as he approached you and began to walk with you.

"So? You needed something?" You asked suspiciously and he chuckled fishing his hands into his pockets.

"Not really. But who was that girl?" He hesitantly questioned rubbing the back of his neck.

"What girl?"

"Uh, that, who just talked to you." He told stuttering a little making you look at him in surprise.

"She's my classmate. Park Sooyoung. Why?"

"Park Sooyoung." He muttered with his lips twitching in a smile and you gave him a suspicious look which he instantly noticed.

"Ah, thanks, junior Y/n. I'll get going then." He spoke and jogged away leaving you dumbfounded there.

You shrugged but then gasped slapping your forehead as you were going to meet Baekhyun and instantly sprinted towards the music room.

As soon as you entered inside, you were pulled by a hand grasping yours firmly making you yelp but relaxed seeing Baekhyun smiling at you.

All of a sudden, he twirled you around and started swaying your bodies together making you giggle at him. "What's going on?"

"I did it." You looked at him confused before he twirled you around and pulled to towards him with your back resting against his chest.

"I went to meet my parents yesterday and had a talk with dad too. And this time, we didn't really argue but calmly conversed and just like you said, he will believe in me and will root for me." He smiled, pecking your cheek and you blushed but instantly looked at him smiling.

"I'm so happy for you." You stared at him and he kissed your temple before resting his head against yours while his grip around your waist tightened.

You both were enjoying your moment but you weren't that lucky as the door burst opened and you both flinched making you pull away from eachother.

Boys came inside and Minseok was the first one to come in before he got startled to see you both. You instantly hid yourself behind Baekhyun being too embarrassed to face them as one by one they entered.

"Get a room." Jongin commented as soon as he stepped inside with an exhasperated sigh and you unconsciously held Baekhyun's forearm while placing your forehead against his back making him chuckle lightly.

"This is a room." Baekhyun replied to Jongin nonchalantly and you slapped his back lightly before slowly standing beside him avoiding eye contact with them.

"We also use this room." Kyungsoo snapped at him and Baekhyun rolled his eyes before they all started to tease you both which include your bestfriend.

You shot a glare at her before Sehun walked up to you with a smile sheepishly causing you smile back and as he stood in front of you, Baekhyun instantly blocked him.

"What business do you have with my girlfriend?" He crossed his arms over his chest squinting eyes at him and you rolled you eyes.

Sehun groaned. "Stop being a jealous boyfriend!"

Baekhyun looked unfazed while you shook your head before gently scooting him aside and faced Sehun. Baekhyun playfully glared at you which you ignored making him pout slightly.

"Yes, Sehun Sunbae?" You smiled and Baekhyun almost felt annoyed seeing you smiling at Sehun.

"So, um, that girl..." He stuttered out rubbing his nap and you almost laughed out loud at his nervousness while Baekhyun eyed him with concentration.

"You mean, Park Sooyoung?" You completed his sentence while acting innocent and his eyes lit up as he nodded.

"You!" Baekhyun exclaimed but you instantly hushed him with bringing your index finger to your lips and he frowned but nodded.

Then Sehun asked a little bit more about her and you told him whatever you knew and by the expression he had, he was going to make a move. Baekhyun was astonished and you wanted to laugh at his face.

Soon, you three joined the others where Chanyeol's and Jongdae's bickering weren't stopping and Junmyeon looked like wanted to bang his head on the wall while demanding to Kyungsoo to treat dinner as it was his birthday.

Ria being the extrovert girl was engrossed in their conversation and you were happy to be with them. They were becoming like your family now and all because of the person beside you who's smiling face is enough to make your day brighter.

***

(15 January)

10:12 am

"Gosh! I'm so late!" You exclaimed running down the stairs where your dad's head whipped towards you before he shouted careful and you just gave him a smile.

"Dad. I'm taking your car!" You shouted picking it from the wooden key holder and sprinted towards the main door passing by your mom who's hair flew back and she halted at her spot processing what just happened.

You buckled your seatbelt before your phone started ringing and with a huff you answered your bestfriend's call.

"Y/n! Where the hell are you?!" You pulled your phone away from your ear at her shouting before putting it back.

"I'm coming! Just overslept, but I'm on the way."

"Hurry up! The game has started now!"

"Okay!"

You sighed before starting the engine and drove off to your college.

Today was the D-day. Their last game of the year and you wanted to be their early for your Boyfriend and the boys but luck wasn't your side as you overslept and now you were speeding up.

The game has begun and the boys were doing well but Baekhyun's attention was somewhere else. He hadn't seen you since morning and you weren't even at the bleachers where he was seeing Ria cheering.

His mood was getting down by now as he wanted to see you first and to wish him luck but there was no sign of you yet.

You parked your car successfully and got out before running off to the basketball court. As you walked inside, you saw boys playing and the cheers were loud as usual before you approached your bestfriend.

"How's the game going?" You asked panting sitting beside her and she made a face before pointing towards the game with her chin.

The game was halfway to the end and the other team seemed to be ahead by few numbers. Your eyes automatically stopped at your boyfriend who looked exhausted and down somehow which made you worried.

You wanted to stand up and cheer loudly for him but since you were a shy person, couldn't bring yourself to do that.

Tapping your foot rapidly, you eyed him worringly and huffed before standing up.

"Screw it!" You muttered before bringing your hands close to your mouth and closed your eyes.

"YOU CAN DO IT! FIGHTING!"

You opened your eyes to see everyone staring at you, including your bestfriend who looked like as if she left the world and you just wanted to dig a hole and blurry yourself in it.

Baekhyun looked towards the crowd hearing the voice he wanted to hear so badly and there you were cheering loudly. His shook face suddenly changed into a smiling one and as if your cheer just recharged him, he began to play with diligently.

Suddenly, the crowd went crazy with cheers as the game got more tempting and it happened so fast that the game was now coming to an end.

As expected, your college won the match and everyone stood up cheering loudly with you both bestfriends smiling at them who were now doing a group hug.

As Baekhyun locked eyes with you, he instantly smiled widely before winking at you leaving you shook and Ria nudged your shoulder teasingly before they went back to their locker room to change.

You and Ria also exited and walked outside as you got a text from Baekhyun that they'll meet you outside since the boys would have lunch outside.

As they were out, everyone proceeded to go to the restaurant which Kyungsoo recommended in their car meanwhile, Baekhyun drove your car with you.

Reaching the restaurant, everyone occupied their seats and then Kyungsoo ordered the dishes as he was the one who suggested and everyone let him do it as he knew the best.

Not long before, the dishes were served and everyone began to eat while complimenting it.

Rowoon excused himself to get himself the side dishes and Ria took this chance to ask something as she knocked the table gently taking everyone's attention. "Have you guys noticed, Lauren wasn't in the cheering team today and I haven't seen her lately here and there too."

Your eyes enlarged at her point before giving her a nod as you both looked at the Boys who were having a nonchalant look where Jongin spoke."Of course she wouldn't be seen since she's too embarrassed to come."

You frowned and looked at Baekhyun confusingly where he just shrugged pointing at Sehun who smirked. "That day when she did that drama with you, Baekhyunee Hyung asked me to reveal her little thing about her bullying her juniors to principal and I think she's just too embarrassed to come now."

You and Ria had your jaw drop and Baekhyun giggled at your expression as he closed your mouth before Ria clapped giving Sehun a thumbs up. "I respect you for doing this. No wonder she hasn't showed up yet."

"And do you know that?" Jongin spoke smiling at Baekhyun and then to you. "Baekhyunee hyung was the one who asked Sehun to hack the college blog and deleted your video."

You looked at Baekhyun surprised who just gave a smile making you smile back before you shook your head squinting eyes at them playfully. "You guys are so mean."

Sehun gasped dramatically before looking at Baekhyun. "This is what I get for helping? I want my thank you."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "You have been leaching me off a lot and you still want more?"

You laughed at how Sehun rolled his eyes sassily before Rowoon walked in and everyone stopped talking about Lauren as you all decided not to bring her up in front of them and continued eating.

As Boys started to talk about the game earlier where they brought the topic of you causing you choke. A glass of water was passed to you by Baekhyun and he kept rubbing your back gently.

"Why did you have to bring that up?" You slightly whined and glared at Jongin who just shrugged acting like nothing happened.

"But it was definitely a scene to watch." Sehun snickered. "Baekhyunee hyung just started playing as soon as he heard her cheering."

You sighed hiding your face in your palm as everyone gave you a teasing smile while Baekhyun just chuckled stroking the back of your head.

"But why were you late?"

You looked at him smiling sheepishly. "I overslept."

He nodded. "Must be having a drama marathon."

You chuckled nodding before continuing your meal and he just shook his head smiling.

This guy beside you, surely knows you well and you weren't complaining too.

____________________

@wooya1224 @buttercupbbh @jddcfc-blog @usernameloaa

[chaoticspacefam]

I was tagged by @darth-bagel thank you! I shall tag (no pressure as always and feel free to ignore!) : @a-muirehen , @palepinkycat , @walk-ng-d-saster , @kyber-heart and @berriku <3

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

Name/Nickname: I usually go by Elf/Elven online, tho my gf also calls me Boyscout (it’s an inside joke we have XD)

Gender: Cis female

Star sign: Taurus  ♉

Height: 5′4″ (I can’t believe I’m actually taller than someone, sorry Bagel!)

Birthday: April 21st. Prolly gonna be spending another birthday in lockdown but hey, at least I can either play SWTOR with some buds or ARK with dad this time so that’ll prob be what I’ll be doing. Gotta make the most of it

Time: as I’m finishing this to post it, it is 1:22pm

Favorite bands: I have a lot so hold onto your hats lmao: Fall Out Boy, Glass Animals, Panic! At The Disco, Hop Along (not sure if these two still count as bands or if they’d fall under solo now...), MISSIO, 30 Seconds to Mars, Shinedown, Lord Huron is apparently a band now too tho he started solo owo, The Oh Hellos, Of Monsters And Men, The Antlers, PVRIS, Bastille, Young Heretics, Dorothy, The Crane Wives, The Mountain Goats

Favorite solo artists: Hozier, Willyecho (pretty sure he’s solo? XD), Billie Eilish, Ed Sheeran, Lorde, Mikky Ekko, Iron & Wine, Marina (& The Diamonds), Florence & The Machine, EDEN, P!nk, Keaton Henson, Amanda Palmer, Halsey, Radical Face, grandson, Lincoln

Song stuck in my head: as of this morning, The Mighty Fall by Fall Out Boy

Last movie: Uuuhh, pretty sure it was Hotel Transylvania 2, I was feeling icky the other day and needed to laugh so XD

Last show: The Alien Worlds series on Netflix, it’s really cool even if I wish they’dve come up with better names for the alien critters ¬_¬

When did I create this blog: Oh, not that long ago actually, funnily enough. I’ve been in and out of tumblr for a long while but never made my own blog(s) till about March last year (2020)

What do I post: this blog is exclusively SWTOR (and KOTOR) related stuff, anything from awesome art, writing and headcanons from mutuals, to my own art, screencaps from my and mutuals’ gameplay, to my own fics, headcanons and stuff. My other blog is for “canon” Star Wars, general fandom/gaming stuff etc. Very occasionally I might post non-swtor posts like this one here if I feel it “belongs” in the “get to know elven” tag

Last thing I googled: "acnh how many villagers can you have” - I wasn’t sure what the limit was and I play sporadically so I didn’t know, don’t laugh at me LMAO

Other blogs: just my other/main blog: @itstheelvenjedi​ . There’s “canon”-era Star Wars, LotR/The Hobbit stuff as well as a little bit of Warrior Cats, other gaming (mainly ARK: Survival Evolved atm), as well as a tiny bit of politics and ranty stuff. All is properly tagged so you can block any tags you don’t want to see.

Do I get asks: I do! I’m kinda slow answering them sometimes but I promise if you send me one I will always answer it and I appreciate every single one <3

Why I chose my url: ok, so, my mains are mostly wlw - except for Kas - (and yes, wlw can use the word “lesbian” if we want to, as a demisexual wlw person I will beat you with my crutch, fuck off, it’s a blanket wlw term just like “sapphic” and you don’t get to decide what I can and cannot call myself or my characters, you’re not me), they’re chaotic and they live in the SWTOR verse which is sometimes affectionately called a “space opera” so: chaoticspacelesbians. my main blog is because “TheElvenJedi” has been my main online pseud since about 2014, but theelvenjedi was apparently taken when I made my tumblr so I had to add something else to the beginning, therefore I went with itstheelvenjedi cause it was the closest thing to theelvenjedi and easy for me to remember XD

Following: 229 apparently (oop. I should probably....go through that and trim out the year+ inactive blogs huh o.o)

Followers: 90 (holy crackers where did you all come from LMAO am I really that funny???)

Average hours of sleep: I try to stick to at least 7, sometimes when insomnia hits tho it’s more like 4... >__<

Lucky number: 4 again! I just really dig it, it’s a cool number.

Instruments: I used to play recorder, and I took a couple drum lessons in primary school but couldn’t afford to keep it up ;-; it was fun while it lasted tho!

What am I wearing: ...my pyjamas and a dressing gown. It’s cold and I don’t have to go out or expect visitors today so I’m staying warm. Don’t judge me LOL

Dream job: I would’ve loved to have done either Riding Groom/Jockey (which I might have managed 6 or so years back but uhhh, I can’t handle the physical strain anymore, thanks granny joints!) or Animal Assisted Therapy, but there’s no way I can cope with managing my own business, it’s too much for me qwq A lot of things are Too Much For Me, unfortunately. I will take working checkout at a grocery store at the rate I’m going now tbh.

Dream trip: 1) to visit the gf in Germany and see the Christmas Markets there, and also 2) to go to New Zealand and visit the Hobbit/LotR sets and see all the wildlife :’D

Favorite food: Mac n cheese, it’s just...so good....

Nationality: South African/British (yes, I am in fact dual-national even if my SA passport has expired and I can’t find money to renew it, it’s on my birth certificate and in my blood so HAH)

Favorite song: I have...a few... but uhh Bruno Is Orange - Hop Along Bury Me Face Down - grandson Domestic Bliss - Glass Animals (TW: abuse mention, abusive relationship) Raise Hell - Dorothy Woman King - Iron & Wine Save Rock n Roll - Fall Out Boy Saint Bernard - Lincoln I could go on for a while but these are the ones that oft live in my head rent-free XD

Last book read: I don’t even know, tbh....I haven’t been able to focus on reading in a while 😅

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in:

1. SWtOR (obviously. Gimme a lightsaber and Force powers, stat!)

2. LotR/The Hobbit

3. ARK: Survival Evolved (I’d prolly get eaten by a t-rex or a spino in like 5 mins but hey, the thought of actually having a bunch of pet prehistoric animals is nice~)

[goldhhearts]

chen ys for the domesticity your homie

who reaches out to new neighbors

hmm i wouldn’t rlly have either of them as overly friendly to neighbors but chen’s prob more likely to b like “ hi !!! :3 how r the kids :3 “ when in the elevator or something ...

who remembers to buy healthy food

chen. he takes that stuff really seriously --- not as seriously as say ... minseong ... but being fit is really important to him, and building the right kind of muscle, all that stuff. he knows figure skaters need a certain kind of build and he works really hard to maintain that. tho i can see youngsoo being more focused in bulking. 

who remembers to buy junk food

OK SEE now its youngsoo ... not that he DOESN’T take being fit seriously too, but he’s just more likely to cave to a bag of oreos .... also like i said having a slim physique definitely isn’t as important to him as it is to chen,,, 

who fixes the oven when it breaks

youngsoo. do u think chen knows how to mfin do that?? he’ll still hold the flashlight though... he makes youngsoo fix mostly everything around the house, even if he was the one who broke it.  

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

chen. he definitely brought over some plants from his apartment and now they’re plant dads. chen would definitely be into getting a dog or cat or just Something with youngsoo ... and yes chen will dress up their pet and fawn over it what of it .... 

who wakes up earlier

 chen, but only because he has practice really early in the mornings. on days where he doesn’t have practice (usually sunday) he’ll still get up at 9-ish. staying in bed any later makes him feel guilty, so he’d clean or something until youngsoo gets up too. 

who makes the bed

chen again ... i promise this list isn’t just CHEN CHEN CHEN but he’s very into having a nice home ~aesthetic~ ok ? he likes to make the bed a certain way with different pillows and throws, and ur goddamn right he switches it up depending on the seasons. 

who makes the coffee

youngsoo. he probably makes it in a way chen really likes, so chen will hold off on his morning coffee for youngsoo to do it. similarly, youngsoo will bring back chen’s starbucks order for him sometimess. 

who burns breakfast

mehhh i think they’re both competent enough to make eggs ... but something like bacon? yea chen’s burning that. 

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

it’s a production for chen. ‘ youngsooooo-ah i’m going nowww -- gimme a kisssss--- ’ and chen just keeps going back for more kisses each time holding his hello kitty sport bag :relieved: ... i don’t think youngsoo makes such a big show out of it but for him it would probably depend where he’s going ... just a quick smooch if just running out 2 pick up the takeout but something more involved if they’re leaving for the day .... ‘ i’ll see u tonight ok have a good day :3 ‘ type beat ... 

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

for chen, same as before. ‘ im HOMEEE ~ ‘ go give him a kiss, youngsoo . same applies for when youngsoo comes home too, chen will say YOU’RE HOMEEEE! n give him a smooch .... chen is genuinely the ‘wait for you to come back’ meme JKKJDKDJ... 

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

youngsoo. he already brings chen flowers after his competitions, so honestly i wouldn’t put it past him to just bring home flowers just because .... and chen loves that!!! he just thinks it’s soooo romantic and old-fashioned in the best way. 

who picks the movie for movie night

chen. yes we ARE watching the ice princess again. yes chen WILL cry again. conversely they will watch the mighty ducks to compromise. 

their favorite kind of movie to watch

feels like youngsoo would cry at like ... sports biopics n stuff ?? and ofc outside of the ice princess chen LOVES romcoms, the sappier and tropier the better. 

who first suggests a pillow fort

youngsoo, but maybe he said it in an offhanded way, like ‘hahaha we should build a pillow fort first’ and chen was like no absolutely we should !!!!!!!!!!!! 

who builds the pillow fort

both  of  them ,  it’s a joint effort . chen is bringing over the aforementioned seasonal pillows from the bed to use. 

who tries to distract the other during the movie

chen, especially if it’s like a sports movie or something, because he’s bored. but of course youngsoo’s totally hooked on the movie :| .... cmonnn youngsoo chen just wants to MAKE OUT u can watch this movie any old time .... 

who falls asleep first

chen. they have this dynamic where chen will BEG to watch the ice princess again but then fall asleep 20 mins in , meanwhile youngsoo on the edge of his seat til the end credits ....

who is big spoon/little spoon

youngsoo big spoon, chen little spoon. though sometimes chen likes to big spoon, because holding onto youngsoo is like holding onto a huge teddy bear :relieved:  

[cloudbeom]

Reactions to you getting a call about your parent/s death

warnings: parent/s death

Genre: Angst; fluff

Summary : A call can ruin a good day

A/n: I was supposed to post this yesterday but my stupid ass forgot a member smh I hate myself. I want to try to post regularly but all writers know that’s just say, but I really wanna try my hardest this time! Anyways, feel free to request and enjoy!

Kim Seokjin

"Jagi, your phone is buzzing" Jin said, not turning around from his work when he heard your phone vibrate next to him, and you took it, lightly kissing his forehead as you tried to balance the phone on your shoulder as you wiped a plate.

"Hey (sister name)" You said cheerfully, expecting her to call for details on the movie night you had talked about before, but suddenly, her next words proved it was not what you expected

"(Y/n), Mom.. s-she's.. she's gone.." (Sister name) sobbed through the speaker, and suddenly, you felt numb, the plate slipping out of your hands, as you fell to your knees, the phone falling from your shoulder.

As soon as he heard the plate shatter, Jin stood from his seat and turned to look at you, only to see you ready to collapse any soon, and he ran to you, grabbing the small of your waist so you could support yourself on the counter, so the glass won't hurt you

"Jagi?" Jin whispered when your breathing evened a little, his hands rubbing small circles on your back "What happened?" "Mom.." You chocked on a sob, and suddenly, Jin pulled you into his chest, just in time for you to break down. "She's gone Jin.."

Jin stayed silent and let you cry, calmly stroking your hair and kissing your forehead. Knowing words can’t take away the pain

Min Yoongi

Yoongi had been in his studio working on some new songs for their comeback, when he suddenly heard his phone vibrate.

Usually he'd put it on silent, but guessed he forgot as he picked up the mere distraction to decline the call, but when he saw your name, he considered to answer it, just because he knew you never called if it wasn't an emergency.

In the end, he did accept the call, and the first thing he heard was the sound of your breath hitching.

"Yoongi.."

"(Y/n)?" Yoongi asked, immediately jumping to his feet in alarm "What happened baby? Are you okay?" "Mom and dad… The-they got into an accident.. I-I'm on the way to the hospital with (sister's name) right now"

Yoongi took a deep breath, knowing your in a lot of pain right now, your sister probably forced you to call him and if it weren’t for her, you would have been in the house bawling your eyes out right now, so the first thing he did was storm out of his studio, then the apartment.

"Wait for me, (Y/n)"

Jung Hoseok

"That was amazing Hobi" You clapped and then stood to kiss him as he panted, smiling at your support. "You did amazing! Just like always" You said, handing him a bottle of water, just then did your phone rang.

"Oh?" You looked at the caller, and saw it was your brother "Gimme a sec, I need to take this." You said before kissing him once more on the cheek, and he smiled in response as you walked outside to answer the call, gulping down his drink while walking to Jeongguk to compliment his precision, and it ended up with a circle of compliments between him, Jeongguk and Jimin.

They laughed it off and was about to turn the music back on to practice one more time, when suddenly Jin went inside the room only to peek a little, and looked at Hoseok

"Why is (Y/n) crying in the hallway?" He asked, the tone in his voice filled with concern.

Alarm bells went off and Hoseok ran out, hoping you weren’t far away.

When he saw you in the halls, your forehead pressed against the wall and tears silently flowing out of your eyes, he swore your heart broke.

"Oh (Y/n)" he said, coming up to hug you tightly, his arms going around your fragile body and pulling you against him, letting you cry into his chest. "What happened?"

"Dad, he-he was involved in an accident.." You sobbed, and Hoseok could only kiss your forehead, not knowing how to make you feel better, but knowing he should be there for you.

Kim Namjoon

"Namjoonnn~" You sang as you spun in one of his chairs as he worked in his studio, he chuckled but did not turn around, used to your weird and random personality. He tapped his chin with his pen, trying to come up with some lyrics to his new song he wanted to make, and as he was doing so, he heard a knock on his door.

"Hyung? Can you help me for a second?" Jimin had came in to ask the leader, and without hesitation, Namjoon stood up, taking his headphones off

"Sure, I'll be right back" He said, passing you and kissing your forehead softly before going out.

You just stayed on the chair, spinning until you got dizzy. You stood up, wanting to see what your boyfriend had written for his rap, and suddenly your phone rang.

"Hello~?" You sang into the receiver, knowing it was your older brother and thinking it was a hangout call or something.

"(Y/n), you need to come to the hospital" he said, his tone more serious than yours, and your face dropped immediately.

"What- why?"  You asked, biting your nail, a habit you did when you got nervous "(brother's name), what's wrong?"

"It- it's mom" he said, a brief static pause, "The surgery was a fail"

And just at that moment, Namjoon went in.

"Baby?" He asked when he saw your horrified expression, "What's wrong?"

You dropped your phone and your lips quivered, tears filling your eyes. Namjoon- who had no idea what happened, rushed towards you and wrapped his arms around your fragile form, brushing your hair back and kissing your forehead

"What happened?" He asked in a soft whisper, holding your sobbing form close to him

"M-Mom.." you sobbed, and that was all it took for him to understand, rocking you silently, and letting you cry for as long as you want.

"Cry as much as you want, I'm here for you"

Park Jimin

"But the popcorn!" you pouted when Jimin buried you in the blanket mountain

"We're watching the news, Jagiya~" Jimin laughed, because you both we're watching the award show Jimin and his members attended and you wanted to enjoy it, so you insisted on heating the popcorn just because you were hungry, and Jimin just laughed it off and let you do your thing.

"We're sorry to interrupt your program for this emergency news" The news reporter said, and you turned to the TV from the microwave to see what was happening. "This morning, a car collided with a truck and resulted in a fatal accident, the scene had been too violent to find out who the victims were"

You sighed and shook your head, turning the microwave on, feeling bad for whoever it was. But then the news didn't end there

"But according to the license plate, the victims appear to be (Your mother's name) and-"

Your eyes widened and went numb.

"Jagi!" Jimin panicked, running to you and hugged your body as it went limp. "Jagiya.."

You wanted to say something, but all you did was trash around in his arms, screaming and crying, and Jimin, with a broken heart, tried to calm you down, and once you did, he let you cry in his arms.

If he could take the pain, he would. But now all he can do, was hold you as you sobbed

Kim Taehyung

Of course it had to happen during their concert,

And as if fate hated you, it had to happen during Taehyung's solo.

You wanted to ignore the call, but seeing the caller was your sister, you had to pick it up. And boy, were you a mess.

"Namjoon, I have to go," you told the leader, who was concerned at first, asking why you had to go

"Why? Is something wrong?" he asked, and you bit your lip, a small sob escaping your lips

"I have to go," You said through tears, and Namjoon, taken aback, nodded and told you that he would tell Taehyung after.

As the cheers came as Taehyung was lowered down, he had expected you to come and smother him with kisses and compliments and hugs, but when he saw Namjoon behind his stylist with a sad look, he knew something happened.

"Hyung, where's (Y/n)?" Taehyung asked, panting.

"She went somewhere, she was crying, do you know what happened?" He asked, a hand on the panting Taehyung

"Oh shit"

Taehyung ran, hoping to catch after you. Just last week your mother had been admitted to hospital because of a heart failure, the doctors had told you a miracle would save her, and after the first three days, you and your sister had thought the miracle had came, but the reason you were crying and ran out during his solo performance, there was no other explanation.

Luckily, you weren’t able to catch a taxi because you had fell into a ball of sadness, sobbing like you never had before, and it was the first time Taehyung had saw you so sad.

He slowed down his running and crouched down next to your sobbing form, letting his fingers brush your hair

"(Y/n)?"

"She didn't make it, Tae" You sobbed, and Tae pulled you into his embrace, whispering how much he loves you.

Because he knew what it felt, how to lose someone you loved so much. And he was there for you.

Jeon Jeongguk

"Jungkoook, pleaseee come cuddle!" You whined at his bed, watching him play overwatch on the perfect rainy cuddle weather day.

"Just one more round," He chuckled

"You said that one round ago, and an HOUR ago" you pouted, rolling on your back as you whipped out your phone, knowing you'll fall asleep before you get his cuddles.

You suddenly got a call from your brother, and you picked up, thinking he wanted to invite you somewhere.

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)?"

Jungkook had lost again, and he decided to rage quit. Finally deciding to cuddle with you.

He turned his chair to face you and what he saw broke his heart.

You were looking at him with tears in your eyes, your phone was on your ear and you were biting your bottom lip, trembling. Jungkook's eyes widened, wondering what was it you had been calling about.

Once your brother hung up, that was when your dam broke, and you started to break down, covering your face with the sleeves of Jungkook's hoodie you were wearing, and he reacted immediately, running over to crouch at the edge of the bed, trying to pull your hands from your face.

"(Y/n) look at me," Jungkook instructed, and you did. His thumb brushed at your tear streaked face, and every sob leaving your mouth broke his heart more and more.

"She's gone" You said, then started to cover your face and cry again.

Jungkook needed no more further explanation as he pulled you into his arms, brushing your hair back softly and letting you cry into his shoulder for as long as it took the pain to heal.

[bunnis-babes]

First off, I really love your writing, it makes me absolute day when you update! Thank you for the time you put into it. Could you do something for bakugou where he and the reader used to date in junior high but broke up to focus on getting ready for entrance exams (and figuring they'd go their separate ways) then both end up at UA and both still love each other and maybe end up back together?

Soooooo what to do for this one.... I’ll figure it out I guess, gimme a hot min to plan it. (Everything italicized is a past event I guess... sorry I’m sleepy) Forewarning, I may leave this on a cliffhanger, idk though.

“We need to talk.” He said curtly. They jumped and turned at his voice, a sad smile on their face once they recovered from the small spook.

“I suppose we do…” The two did need to talk, despite neither of them wanting to. Graduation was a day away and they both would part ways, it still hurt to think of that. They were in love with each other, but they were also holding each other back from what they wanted to do. Bakugou wanted to be a hero, a person who saves the day; S/o wanted to be an artist, and a they would be a damn good one too. To fulfill these dreams, they had to let each other go.

Shaking off the thoughts, Bakugou took their hand and led them out of the crowded halls and into an empty classroom. He sat the two of them down at a desk across from each other and grabbed their hands. They smiled softly at him and squeezed them reassuringly, they new what had to be done. “Listen…” he said their name softly “we can’t- we both want to go our separate ways, and…” his voice trailed off, unsure of how to get the burning words out of his mouth.

“I understand… we both knew this was inevitable,” came their shaky reply after a few seconds of silence, “it’s what’s best for us.” They were trying not to cry — to stay strong for themselves and him — but they were failing miserably. They hadn’t noticed the tears were falling until Bakugou reached up to wipe them away.

Gently he held their face in his hands; his face was scrunched up in a poor attempt to hide his sadness with anger. They both leaned in and found each others lips, kissing each other with all the love and passion they could muster before breaking away one last time. “I love you.” he whispered to them.

And he did love them, he loved them too much. Now he had to say goodbye.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That was a few months ago, and Bakugou still had yet to get over them. He missed their smile, their voice, they way their eyes lit up when talking about something they love… or when they saw him. He thought about them a lot, wondering how they were doing with their high school career. HIs was going quite good, he’d been in UA’s hero course for about a month or so now and he was still top of his class. He bets they would be top of their class too, with their amazing talent how could they not be.That was something he would most likely never know, but that was fine.

He was making his way back to class after Aizawa had sent him out to grab something. It was a bit weird, but Bakugou didn’t really care all too much to question it. Halfway to his destination he saw two students struggling with art supplies — the new art course UA had added gained a lot of public approval — Bakugou didn’t give a shit at first until he saw the all to familiar soft locks of his ex. His ex who was accompanied by some weird foreign kid with rabbit ears.

He snapped out of his disbelieving ogling just as s/o slipped and dropped all of their art supplies; they were still clumsy as ever. The kid next to her let out a boisterous laugh and a sentence that sounded vaguely like English, Bakugou couldn’t tell. He didn’t really care at the moment as he rushed over to help them up, placing his hands under their armpits and setting them back in a standing position.

They turned around to thank him for his generous actions before pausing mid sentence, and looking over him. Once. Twice. Thrice. They were shocked to see him, and his name rolled off their lips disbelievingly, “Bakugou…?”

He looked them them and whispered out their name, an uncharacteristic soft smile playing on his lips as he looked at them for the first time in months.

♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢

I wrote this last night and I was like… huh? Why did I want to leave it on a cliffhanger? and I debated adding onto it, but was ultimately like “Nah, I like the fact that Bakugou gets fuck all for once.” And thats the story of why they didn’t get together in the end. If anyone would want me to continue this I probably would, because I don’t really see a reason not to. Also my OC Julian made his first appearance in anything ever, but thats cool. This is also the first time I kept my actual before writing notes (well, the majority of them) because I’m normally too much of an asshole in them, so that’s also a thing. Uhhhhhhh, hope you enjoyed this and it was good...!

¯\_╏ ՞ ︿ ՞ ╏_/¯

💙River💙

[a-lil-bitch-named-breakfast]

I WILL SHOOT YOU WITH REQUESTS Can I have one where shinsou is a villain. And the reader is a bartender. And all this flirty banter. And he gets the girl. This request Is a mess but skks Also the s/o is a midget compared to him so teases bout that -bread anon

Villain! Shinsou x bartender! Reader headcanons.

[excitement.]

•so it all actually started one late evening.

•most of your customers had already left the bar.

•you were wiping down some glasses you’d just cleaned when you heard the bell to the door ring, so obviously you looked up to see who it was, thinking it was most likely one of your regular late nighters coming in for a drank dronk.

•”hey buddy a little later than usual- let’s hurry it up tonight okay i close in twenty min-“ you froze when you saw who was standing there in front of you though.

•”Awe... i was hoping you’d make more time for me babe.”

•the raven hair... dark eyes.... he plopped himself down in a bar stool. Giving you a smirk.

•you knew who this was.

•”Shinsou Hitoshi...” you whispered under your breath, eyes wide as you took a step back to reach for the phone, feeling as if you’re life may be in serious danger.

•”don’t you dare.” Shinsou suddenly spat, his voice hardening and his eyes narrowing.

•”you’ve spoken to me already babe- I’m already in your head.... one more finger on that phone and you’re gonna wake up up pretty far from home with no recollection of how you got there.” He narrowed his eyes.

•you, of course, slowly pulled your hand away from the phone.

•”while you’re at it.” He grumbled, holding out his hand.

•”gimme the cell.”

•”huh?”

•”you’re CELL phone.” Shinsou grumbled.

•”give me your cell phone.”

•you nodded, shaking and slowly pulled it out, laying it on the table. Shinsou of course had no problem just turning it on and staring at your lock screen for a second before turning the phone to face you.

•”cute cat- almost as cute as you.” He smirked, showing you you’re lockscreen of your three month old orange tabby cat.

•”She yours’?” He questioned, raising a brow.

•shaking, and swallowing hard in confusion, you nodded in response to his question before finally working up the courage to ask.

•”w-what do you want with me?”

•Shinsou raised a brow and then rolled his eyes.

•”What? Can a villain not just walk into a bar and have a drink while talking with a pretty lady?” He stood up and walked to the door, locking it from the inside and pulling down the curtains over the glass.

•”you’re closed now.” He grumbled, walking back over and sitting down again.

•”and for gods sake stop shaking I’m not gonna damn hurt you.”

•you raised a brow, and he looked at you for a moment before huffing

•”or rob you! Now please make me a drink or something.” He huffed, plopping his chin down on the bar.

•you stared at him in shock for a second, shaking gradually ceasing. You knew what his quirk was but... for some reason you believed him when he said he wasn’t going to use it.

•”alright.” You murmured, going to pull a glass down out of the cabinet.

•”What do you want?” You grumbled as you poured the drink.

•”anything that sweet ass of yours can make me, doll.” He snarled and a smirk ran across his lips. You turned harshly on your heel, fluffing down your little dressing and hissing.

•”watch it buddy.”

•his eyes widened. Nobody ever stood up to him... because they were too afraid to talk to him. But you did. He smirked again.

•”you know... i like you.” He cooed, standing up and hopping over the bar. For a moment you began to fear again as he playfully pinched your cheek, and you shied away.

•”so cute when you’re angry.”

•you huffed and went back to pouring up a drink.

•”you’re ridiculous for a villain.”

•”i try.”

•for the next couple of months he’d saunter into your bar around twenty minutes before closing time and have you make him a drink, than sit and chat with you for two or three hours.

•at first you considered it a nuisance, and you felt guilty for never tipping off the police that such a wanted criminal would be there.

•you’d stop every time you passed the police station on your way to work and you’d think for a second but for some reason, your legs would never carry you through those doors.

•and after a while his visits became a welcomed part of your life. You expected them. You wanted them. You would sit and wait eagerly for him in the evenings, drink already made. And he’d always show.

•you guys would talk about anything and everything. Home life. Where you grew up. Your favorite things. You found that Shinsou wasn’t so evil at all... and in your opinion, more so just really... really hurt.

•he’d wanted to be a hero so bad... but when that dream never came for him.... he’d found a different way to make a difference in the world. Not a good difference... but a difference.

•you did have to get used to his flirty remarks though. It was like the lavender haired man just couldn’t help it... it was like he HAD to flirt with you.

•it always made you blush and stutter when he’d lean across the bar to compliment you or poke fun at you, but gradually you got used to it too.

•eventually the way he would flirt would change too. Because as Shinsou found that he really was truly falling for you.... the flirting became real. He was flirting as Shinsou, not as how he felt a villain should flirt.

•one evening you were babbling on about some strange customer that had come in earlier that day, and Shinsou was listening intently, staring when he suddenly found he couldn’t keep focus anymore.

•he brushed a hand under your chin.

•”Y/N....you have the most beautiful eyes...”

•Y/N exe. Has stopped working.

•quite possibly the most dreaded night of your life was when you heard the police sirens rushing past as you waited for him. Then heard a pedestrian scream. “THEY DID IT! THE PROS CAUGHT SHINSOU!”

•you’re stomach dropped.

•you... as just a civilian... just you, the little bar tender, rushed to the scene to find a horribly beat up Shinsou getting quite literally muzzled like a dog so he couldn’t speak to anyone.

•you pushed through the crowd, and through the police blockades.

•”MA’AM! GET BACK!”

•”NO!” You spat, struggling out of the police man’s grasp and rushing past pro hero Deku, who also tried to grab you, staring in complete shock as you quite literally flung your arms around Shinsou, trying to pull him away.

•”MA’AM! DON’T TOUCH HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!” Chaos ensued as the police tried to pull you off, you sobbing and screaming.

•”NO HE’S NOT! HES NOT BAD! HES NOT BAD!”

•”LADY HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!?!”

•suddenly you brought a hand to smack a police officer clean across the face, only to find that it wasn’t a police officer. It was a very concerned looking Deku. You froze, shaking, tears streaming down your face.

•”i love him...” You hissed slowly through clenched teeth, seething in rage. Deku stared in shock for a moment before looking to Shinsou who.... was crying.

•”ma’am...” Deku put a hand on your shoulder.

•”what’s your name...?”

•”Y/N” you spat, angrily wiping your tears off your face. Deku frowned. Thank god he was such a kind man or maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

•”take the muzzle off him.” Deku whispered.

•”for just a second... let him say goodbye. Nobody speak to him but this girl.”

•”but Deku-“ one of the police officers spoke.

•”just do it... please?” Deku mumbled. The officer nodded and took the muzzle off him slowly so you could cup his cheeks in your hands. Dozens of bystanders and a news crew watched this intimate moment as you made eye contact, shaking you’re head and sobbing.

•”they can’t take you away from me... please don’t leave me... Shinsou.”

•Shinsou, still in cuffs, awkwardly shifted so he could brush your cheek.

•”hey.... it’s fine.” He breathed softly.

•”it’s okay... I’ll be out in no time baby... just wait.” He kissed your forehead.

“No prison can hold me.” He paused as the police officers were about to pull him away.

“Y/N.” He mumbled. You looked up.

“You love me...” he breathed. You nodded.

•“I love you....” you sobbed. He frowned.

•”i love you too.”

•then they took him away.

•six months went by. Every night you’d wait for him just like you used to, knowing he wouldn’t come. They wouldn’t let you visit him in prison... due to his quirk. They couldn’t risk you talking to him.

•it was lonely.... so horribly lonely.

•and let’s not even add the backlash you faces from the public for loving a villain.

•sometimes people would just throw things at your bar. You’d had to pay to get the windows fixed three times now.

•then, like a Miracle, you saw the news. Shinsou Hitoshi had escaped. Tears literally pricked your eyes.

•excited, you waited for him that night. He never showed.

•then the next night- then the next.

•after getting home one night you angrily slammed your bags down in your apartment, crying in what could only be rage... and hurt. Then you heard a voice... soft, slightly gruff and deep.

•”miss me baby doll- hey... why the water works?”

•you looked up in shock to find Shinsou Hitoshi sitting at the kitchen bar in your house.

•shaking with rage you hissed.

•”where have you been! You escaped four days ago Hitoshi-“ then he stood, walking slowly towards you and gripping your chin in his fingers to turn it towards you. He leaned down and kissed you. It was the first kiss you two had ever really had... and it silence you, sparks flying.

•you pulled away, and just like the first time you met,

Your shaking slowly ceased.

•”i had to lay low babe... but I’m back now... and I’m not going anywhere again.”

You were very. Very happy. To say the least. And that’s the story of how you got your villain husband. 😂

[rosyerim]

fwb↠ lovers!yukhei

warnings; obvi sexual stuff, some cursing, 16++!!!

listen i am a HOE for lucas

but lbr so are u 

who isn’t like have you SEEN that man GOD

anywho letzgetit

lucas aka wong yukhei was one of your friends ever since u two got paired up for a presentation in college

super cocky when u approached him first 

u were like

“hi so will we go to yours ?”

he was like

“( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) oh we’re goin to mine huh? that fast u must want me bad( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)“

u just rolled ur eyes and was like

“listen here u damn TREE i meant so we could work on the presentation!!”

he’s like “yea sure whatever u say babe”

so u just rolled ur eyes again and was abt to leave before he grabbed ur hand and was like im jk!! gimme ur number so we can sort out a day

so u do bc i mean who wouldnt give lucas their number

when u get home u already have a message from him

“hey it’s lucas :)”

“lemme know what day suits u, im p much free all week!”

he actually wasn’t free all week but would have cancelled any plans for u in a heartbEAT 

little do u know, homeboy been lowkey crushin’ on you ever since he saw u strut into the same lecture room as him

then u tripped but thats BESIDes tHe poInT

u text back and are like

“i’m free tommorow if that suits u?”

you didn’t expect a text back so quick

you put your phone down for 00.02 seconds before

WHA-PING

its ya boi lucas double texting u

“yeah i’m free haha said i was free all week :)”

“that came off as kinda passive aggressive im sorry thats not what i meant??”

hehehe u just smile to ur self what a cutie

you set up to meet at the campus cafe the next day at like 2pm bc god knows ur ass won’t be up before 1pm

again once u put ur phone down thinking the convo was over

WHA-PING-DING

its lucas again 

“so..what are u doin rn? i’m just workin out haha :)”

wong yukhei rlly out here bein all fuckboyish and shit but u bein ur good, sin free self ignore the DEVILS calling and go do ur own things around the house

ignoring the WHA-PINGS

next day rolls around 

you’re at the cafe like 10 mins early because u didn’t want to b late 

and woahh whose already sitting inside at the corner table w two chairs??

and two steaming cups of coffee??

yeah u guessed it lucASS

looking fine as heLL in literally just a white hoodie??

you know THIS look

that whole ass look

okay stop staring at his beautiful self and go i n s i d e

bby boy does a lil jump of surprise when u walk up he was so immersed in his phone

he was not looking up “how to get someone to like u” fucjakjks

he’s all smiley and is like

“ (✿◠‿◠) i didn’t know what drink u liked so i just got u a coffee, hope its okay(✿◠‿◠)“

ssjdhsjd ofc its okay baby!!

u just nod and say you’ll pay next time

he gets a lil blushy bc your both gone meet up again aw

so you both start working, he has ideas so do you, so you both compromise and wow u two make a great team

at some point the convo turns from school to sharing drunk stories of ur friends

a few coffees & lots of laughing later u suddenly realize its gotten rlly late bc of how dark it is outside!!

cue lucas using this as an opportunity to be all suave & gentlemanly 

“wow it’s gotten late, i’ll walk you home!!” 

so ur both on course to ur apartment 

he tries to be that boy and put his jumper on u because he saw u shiver for 00.001 second

but ur like lol no thanks im not cold

the tips of ears go red & poor bby is embarrassed  so he goes all pouty :((

then u feel bad bc homeboy was jus tryna be nice :((

so u end up wrappin yourself up in it and now hes all :))

now ur all :))) too

when u get to ur apt he kinda awkwardly shuffles outside so u invite him inside so he can “warm up” before he leaves

and whooo did u two “warm up”

he takes a seat on ur sofa & is kinda mindlessly babbling as u put on some music and bring him over a warm drink 

so ur both just sittin there bbq sauce on ya titties

and then its like some sort of sudden tension arises??

he stops babbling and just stares at u 

u stare back, slowly putting down ur drink

then ur leaning in oh so s l o w l y

he places his big ass hand on the side of ur face, eyes hovering from ur lips to ur eyes, asking for permission 

you give him a lil nod and he s w o o p s the fuck in

his plump lips are soft, a lil chapped and the first kiss is tender, he pulls away after a few seconds

he looks at you thru half lidded eyes and oop you pulled him back to ya lips hehe

from there it escalates 

he leans back onto the sofa and pulls you ontop of him, in a straddling position

one of his hands moves from your face down to your waist holding u tightly against while the other is rubbing circles on the exposed skin below your shirt

his tongue pushes past your lips, to meet yours and you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the ends

this elicits a deep ass groan outta him and he pulls back suddenly, tilting his head up towards you

you’re slightly panting as you take note of his swollen lips and slight blush dusting his cheeks

he notices the same things about you and smirks before your face back towards him

to ur slight disappointment it’s not as heated as before, just a lil soft kiss and hes pulling away again

ur like 

“<(｀^´)> why’d u stopp <(｀^´)>“

he just chuckles w his deeper than the ocean voice pinches ur cheek lightly

“because as much as i’d like to keep goin, it’s a bit too fast paced don’t you think?”

you flush again as u didn’t even think about what he was feeling and nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck

but the hypocrisy of this bOY

the next time u two meet up to “work on the project” u end up goin to his place and oop hes got u beneath him on his bed, both of ur shirts on the floor 

his mouth is set on marking your neck, collarbones while his hips are lightly grinding down on you, you feeling his bulge from beneath his tracksuit pants

you wrap you legs around him, pulling him even closer before flipping him over somehow

he’s a lil surprised as you take ur turn to pepper his neck and collarbones w love bites but he’s not complaining as u can tell from his quiet moans beneath you

you make your way lower on his body, stopping just before the waistband of his pants, looking up at him

“can i?”

u ask him first because consent is important kids

he nods so fast ur afraid his head is gona pop off 

you pull his pants & underwear down and wha-ping there he is

you grasp him at the base and lucas throws his head back, almost banging it off his headboard but does he care? nope.

so after ya know, suck the soul out of him

homeboy needs a phat minute to get his breath back

but ur pulling ur top back on, ready to go bc u felt like he woulda kicked u out but nOPE

the second he catches u ready to leave, he grabs u and pulls u back down onto the bed w him

ur like??? but in a good way

he ends up peppering ur face w lots of kisses and u gigglin bc aw

but then the kisses end up getting more heated as he makes his way down ur body, ur shirt leaving u once again, as well as ur pants and oops ur underwear too??

he ends up giving back what he received :)))

after that night, you both agree to keep it casual

basically friends w benefits

lucas loves the idea 

at first

like the thought of him bein’ able to text you whenever he was horny and not block him? great. gettin’ the occasional nude from you during his classes and ending up hard for an hour? not the best, but he’ll take it.

bUT the sight of you coming down off your high that he gave you while still panting his name softly??? 100000% HERE for it

wearing his shirt as you tumble around his bedroom, your neck covered in lovebites from him leaves him 97% soft and 3% sorta kinda horny

but he wants to be able to text you abt how your day was or what you’re doing for the day him or just listen to you rant!! not just when he pops a boner or you’re in the mood

he also wants to experience holding you in his arms, filled with love and not lust, kisses that are just innocent instead of heated 

to wake up to your sleeping face, no matter how funny looking, in the morning instead of an cold, empty space in his bed

but lucas knows you won’t return his feelings so he does his best to hide them (read: fails miserably at hiding his feelings for you)

then you begin to notice subtle changes in his behavior 

he goes from choking you out w a dark look in his eyes to caressing your cheeks w heart eyes in 000.02 seconds

he gives you his shirt to keep even after you leave his apartment and insists on driving you home

he texts you pictures of cute puppies he saw on his way to college instead of his usual boxer pics 

safe to say, u knew wtf was up

but u didn’t want to sound conceited abt knowing lucas liked you, so you didn’t say anything

and you both kept up the facade of hiding your feelings for the other behind by taking your frustration out on each other, sexually

and it stays that way for a while, but lucas was becoming more agitated each night you left and vice versa

until he broke the unspoken rule

neither of you had stayed overnight at the others for fear of having to deal with the truth of your emotions in the morning

but that night as you lay beside him, breathing heavily, the thin covers barely covering your naked bodies, he slipped his hand into yours and pulled you close

and you both lay there for a while, content in each other embraces, listening to each others heartbeats

then, you shifted to move away, to leave another night of unspoken feelings for another day

but he pulled you back and whispered, “stay”

you knew what that meant, you thought it over in your head

if you stayed, you would wake up and finally face the music, finally talk about how much you’ve fallen for him

how much you want to give him kisses all over his face to make him laugh

how you want to go on cute little cafe dates and study dates and dinner dates and basically every kind of date with him

how you want to introduce him to your family as not just your friend, but your boyfriend, your lover

a few moments passed

lucas’ forehead creased slightly in worry

he placed a tender kiss on your knuckles

mumbled a soft “please”

you took a deep breath 

and relaxed against him, letting your eyelids flutter shut as you let sleep overcome you

missing how lucas’ eyes literally shone as he looked down on you

“finally” he whispered against the crown of your head as he placed a kiss there, his grin almost splitting his face in half

he sent a bunch of keyboard smashes into the nct gc later bc he was so happy sjdksjd

and thats how you and wong yukhei fell in love

he also still gets butterflies every time he sees you and screams internally every time u kiss him fucjskjd <33

le fin♡ 

this is my first bullet scenario, hope it was okay (〃▽〃)

[bangtangurlarmy]

No Privacy || Taehyung

Requested

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Suggestive, Crack

Summary - While you and Taehyung are trying to attend to each other’s needs, his group members do anything but let you have some privacy.

Taehyung giggled loudly, like he was deeply intoxicated. And he won’t lie - he was. He was very, very deeply intoxicated, thanks to your perfume. You’d been smelling so good the entire time, at one point he couldn’t keep his hands off you, which brings the two of you in the current situation of tangled bodies, giggling voices, breaths mixed up in sloppy, meaningful lip locks.

You pulled him out of the elevator, thankful for the secluded hallway on the way into his dorm. “Are you sure they’re not home?” You whispered, tugging at his collar, bringing his mouth closer to yours for a kiss. He nodded into the kiss, “Very.”

His hand fumbled with the key, but got it in, unlocked it with your hands barely staying off of him and the moment you both entered you were curved into his body, his big hands holding your face in place as he kicked the door close.

“I need to bleach my eyes and get rid of my ears, what the fuck do you guys think you’re doing?” Yoongi’s stern voice was heard over the sound of your and Taehyung’s wet kisses.

Your hands instantly pulled back from under his shirt and his hand got off of your ass, both of you taking a wide step in opposite directions in sync.

“Well...that was a sight to be greeted with. Hello, Y/N, good to see you again...I guess.” Seokjin smiled warmly at you but you make out he was grimacing behind that smile. Then his eyes went over to your boyfriend and with a cold, steel look he blandly conveyed, “When you’re done, we need to talk, young man.”

You bowed respectfully. Although you were dating one of them, they were still your seniors. “Hello, everyone.” You almost flinched when you noticed the youngest’s eyes rested on you. As though taking notice of your discomfort, Yoongi threw a glance at him, “Jungkook, we’ve had enough indecency for a day. Leave the oggling for another.”

“S-sorry Hyung...Noona, you look...you look pretty today.” Jungkook bared his teeth at you in an attempt to seem polite and you saluted the kid for his efforts.

“We’ll just take this to my room, Yoongi Hyung.” Taehyung gave the older his signature goofy smile before grabbing your hand, getting ready to lead you into his room.

“Oh, not so fast!” Yoongi stopped the two of you, and right then you felt Taehyung’s boner press against your thigh. You had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from laughing. Taehyung turned around with a frown, his eyes darting down for a brief second, hoping as a fellow male species, if not brother, Yoongi would understand his level of discomfort. But Yoongi only held true to his deadpanned face, “I don’t give a damn about that. You will sit in the living room, so Namjoon doesn’t have to come home to what we did.”

You groaned inwardly while Taehyung did right the opposite.

“Hyuuuuuuung, Namjoon Hyung isn’t gonna be home anytime soon! We’ll be done in-” Taehyung glanced at the clock, smirked a little and said,”-in 10 minutes.”

“Ew, you guys time your quickies?” Jimin’s face was contorted in that of disgust.

“Shut up, Short Pepper. Like you don’t.” Taehyung retorted, ready to pull you towards his room again.

You could hear Hoseok snorting, trying to hold in his laugh, when a slipper hit him right on the head.

“HEY!” Hoseok yelled, glaring at Jimin with the slipper in his hand. Jimin yelled back, “IT’S NOT FUNNY!”

“Shut it! And no, you’re staying here.” Yoongi pointed his finger to the floor to emphasize it further. “I’m putting my foot down, Taehyung. This is the third time this month!’

Taehyung sighed loudly, you feeling slightly embarrassed by this entire situation. And not to mention, awkward, too.

“Are both of them-”

“They’re both down!” Yoongi snapped before Taehyung could finish his sentence. So, Taehyung said nothing and lead you into the living room, making your cheeks blush brighter, as you found a seat on the recliner.

Barely five minutes had passed and Taehyung had already caught your attention, his eyes watching you suggestively, purposefully running over your body as you sat on the recliner. You adjusted yourself, mirroring him, not realizing sooner you were still among his friends.

“EW THEY’RE THROWING EACH OTHER BEDROOM EYES!” Jimin yelled like a kid, grabbing Yoongi’s attention. Seokjin’s head snapped towards you and you were visibly gulping, and if it weren’t for the show going on in the TV, they’d have heard the gulp.

“I’m just gonna- yeah, I’ll be in my bedroom, gotta work...bye!” Jungkook practically dashed in between the two of you and ran towards his room.

Yoongi was eyeing Taehyung, basically skinning him alive with his death glare when Seokjin simply sighed and said, “You know what, Yoongi, Tae’s right. Joonie’s not gonna be back anytime soon, so let them just...” Then he proceeded to waved his hands, gesturing to the bedroom.

Taehyung instantly got to his feet and grabbed your hand, and before Yoongi could stop the two of you, you were on the way to his and Namjoon’s room.

Right before you were pulled into the room you heard Yoongi scold Seokjin, “Hyung, you’re the reason they’re spoiled!”

“Shut up, Min Yoongi, you’re never responsible of your own hormones and I’ve seen that - firsthand!”

“Well, now that’s out of the way-” Taehyung started, finishing his sentence by pressing his body into yours, your mouth opening with a silent gasp when you felt his boner press onto your sex. You grabbed his locks, pulling him closer and kissed him ferociously, his hands trying to unbutton your blouse.

You had practically his shirt falling apart when a throat cleared loudly, making both of you pull away in alarm.

“Jungkook?!” You exclaimed, pulling a stuffed Koya head and holding it against your breasts. You could tell the image of you and his band member making out wildly had been scarred into Jungkook’s brain.

“Yeah, I-”

“Bro, I thought you were in your room?” Taehyung sighed heavily, his hand resting on his hip while the other pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“I had...something to get from in here- you’d borrowed my Bluetooth speaker and I- yeah I’ll just leave.” He mumbled the last part very quickly before darting out of the door, the Koya stuffed head falling on the floor the same time.

“Can’t believe you took Koya - I’m hurt.” Taehyung looked at you with a mocked sad face, his lips pulled into a pout. You rolled your eyes, “Not now, Tae. Do you just want to go to my place? The members aren’t home.”

“I think I’ve heard that somewhere,” Taehyung laughed, shaking his head. You began laughing too, trying to button your blouse back on.

“No, for real though, they’re not home. Let’s go.” You said, getting out of the room with an almost-defeated sigh. Right as you walked into the living room, Jimin exclaimed, “Well, that took less than ten minutes.”

“Ew, you time our quickies?” Taehyung’s voice was heard from behind you and you had to pucker your lips to pretend you were not actually trying to not laugh.

“Your acting skills surprise me, all the time, Y/N.” Hoseok piped in, taking notice of your face. You stuck your tongue out at him when Jimin’s snickering made you look at him. You pulled your tongue back in, wondering if it was something you did.

“Is...?” You frowned when Hoseok joined in too, screaming while he wheezed, “You lose! I win the bet! Gimme the money, now!” Hoseok began slapping Jimin’s back before collapsing on top of him, Jimin practically trapped underneath Hoseok’s body.

“What in all hell is wrong with everybody today?” Seokjin voiced your thoughts, watching the younger boys scramble with each other on the floor.

“Well, we were trying to figure out who would not laugh the longest.” Hoseok explained, as he drove his hands in Jimin’s pockets to possibly search for his wallet.

Yoongi had given up by this point already, but he was curious. “Why?”

“Did you guys even notice Taehyung’s face?! He's like a walking joker!” Hoseok screamed towards the end of the sentence before beginning to slap his thigh, laughing so hard with Jimin, you were worried his stomach would cramp.

“Why...what’s-” You turned around with a frown to be met with an equally puzzled Taehyung, when you actually noticed the smeared lipstick - your lipstick - all over his mouth. Yes, he did look like a walking joker. “-oh.”

Taehyung stared at you for a moment longer before letting his shoulders slump, like he knew what it was. In fact, he did.

“It’s your damned lipstick, isn’t it?” Taehyung said in a small voice, looking ready to bang his head on the wall. You nodded with pursed lips, diverting your gaze elsewhere. “Yeah, I...I must’ve forgotten to use the smudge-proof lipstick.”

Hoseok’s and Jimin’s laughter only grew louder every time they took a glance at Taehyung while Yoongi and Seokjin continued watching TV, indifferent to the hooligans rolling on their asses.

“Yeah...you must’ve. Let’s just go.” Taehyung sighed, his hand at the small of your back as he pushed you gently towards the door.

“I swear to God, Short Pepper, I’ll get back at you!” Taehyung yelled and right before the door closed shut, Hoseok’s animalistic howl of a laughter was heard.

The two of you walked to the elevator, pretty much not into the mood anymore and you wondered if he should come at all to your place. You were just about to ask him that when the elevator door opened and Namjoon walked out, stopping speechless in front of you.

“Yeah, I get it, walking joker, let it go-” Taehyung waved his hand but Namjoon shook his head.

“Taehyung, where the hell is your shirt?”

[sickdaysofficial]

Say it Ain’t So, Doc

Sickdays 3, Day 4: Say it Ain’t So, Doc.

Fandom: my (@lickstynine’s) OCs

Characters: Minato, Kazu

T/W: self-harm

Kazu flipped his sketchbook closed with an exhausted sigh. That was enough work for now. He'd been drawing since he woke up; he was tired and hungry, and his shoulders ached from hunching over his desk for hours. Wiping off his graphite-covered hands on his jeans, he stood up and stretched, cracking his back and strolling out of his studio.

As he walked down the hall towards the living room, Kazu could hear coughing from the kitchen. This wasn't unusual; Minato was often surrounded by clouds of flour and powdered sugar, and the sound was as common as the whir of the mixer. Kazu strolled into the kitchen and gently patted the tiny blond on the back.

"Hey babe. Whatcha makin'?" The taller man murmured, kissing the top of Minato's head.

Min smiled and held up the bowl of batter he was mixing. "Red velvet cupcakes. Want to taste?"

Kazu shook his head. "Nah. Not hungry." That was a lie, but he didn't feel like eating. Instead, he grabbed a bottle of vodka and a pint glass, pouring out more than any decent person should drink and leaving the bottle out for later. He took a swig from the glass as casually as if it were beer, ruffling Minato's hair as he walked off to the living room to watch TV.

The chatter of the television could be heard in the kitchen, and Minato rolled his eyes at the screams of some mindless action movie. Sticking his cupcakes in the oven, he pulled out the powdered sugar and cream cheese needed to make the icing. A cloud of sweet dust exploded in his face as he opened the bag of sugar, and he coughed into his shoulder as it dissipated.

Minato paused for a moment, setting the sugar down on the counter. His chest felt tight - there was a bit of a stitch keeping him from taking a proper deep breath, and it hurt a little when he coughed. Maybe his lungs were sore from coughing a lot? He shrugged, puzzled but not overly worried, and went back to measuring out ingredients for icing.

As he poured out the sugar, another poof dusted his face with sweet powder. He coughed again, wincing at the now stabbing pain in his chest. That probably wasn’t good. Leaning against the counter, he focused solely on trying to take a few deep breaths. To his alarm, Minato started to realize he couldn’t. He could barely breathe at all. Trying his hardest to not immediately freak out, he scuttled over to the living room, standing in front of the TV to make sure he caught Kazu’s attention.

“Sup babe?” The dark-haired man was sprawled out on the couch, but he sat up to greet Minato, setting his now-empty pint glass aside.

“Uhm, I… I can’t breathe…”

“What?” Kazu blinked in confusion, sure he must have misheard his husband.

Minato repeated himself, though his voice was a little wavery. “I can’t breathe. I… I really don’t feel well. I think… I think I need to see a doctor.”

“Shit, uh… aight. Let…. lemme grab shoes.” Kazu stammered. He was secretly worried as hell, but he knew letting that show would scare Minato. He swung his legs off the couch, hopping to his feet and grabbing the converse he had left by the front door. He shoved his feet into them but didn’t bother to tie the laces, then grabbed his car keys and the bottle of vodka from the kitchen. “C’mon, babe.”

Minato hurried after him, asking, “Should we tell Takao where we’re going?”

Kazu shook his head. “I’ll take care of it later.” He buckled Min into the passenger seat and hopped into the driver’s seat, not bothering to buckle himself. Clicking the button to open the garage, he gunned it out of the driveway and down the street.

Minato normally would’ve whined about Kazu’s reckless driving, but he was getting lightheaded and was currently fighting to at least take shallow breaths and stay conscious. He was trembling from fear and close to tears when a warm, strong hand wrapped around his. Kazu leaned over and pressed a quick kiss on the top of Min’s head.

“It’s gonna be okay, babe. I promise. I gotcha.” Luckily, Kazu was a good liar, and Minato seemed genuinely reassured. Meanwhile, the taller man was worrying his lower lip between his teeth, almost drawing blood as his anxiety went through the roof. Once they were on a relatively straight stretch of road, he switched to driving with his knee, so he could use the hand not holding Minato’s to grab the bottle of vodka he’d brought. Kazu didn’t set the bottle down til it was empty, and by set down, I mean he rolled down the window and chucked it wantonly onto the highway. Once his nerves had settled some, his hand returned to the steering wheel, his sharp gaze watching the road signs for the nearest hospital.

There it was, finally. The signature blue H that told them where to turn. Kazu made a sharp left that earned him several unfriendly honks from his fellow drivers. His response was an emphatic middle finger in their direction and a few choice curse words to top it off. Luckily, none of them seemed to know Japanese.

Too lightheaded and nervous to reprimand Kazu for his rude behavior, Minato simply squeezed his husband’s hand, whining quietly.

“Kazu-chan… I’m scared.”

“I know, babe. It’s okay. I’ll make sure nobody hurts you.” Kazu’s tone was eerily serious as he replied. He parked in a handicapped spot, sticking a blue placard he definitely didn’t need on the dashboard. Hopping out of the car, he walked around and scooped Minato out of the passenger side, carrying him into the emergency room. “I need a fucking doctor.”

“Sir, you need to sign in. We’ll take care of you in due time.” The clerk behind the desk was a bored middle-aged woman who looked like she regretted all her decisions in life leading up to this point. She pointed to the clipboard on the desk. “Fill that out and a doctor will be with you shortly.”

“I’ll fill my fuckin’ foot up your ass. Just gimme a damn doctor. He can’t fuckin’ breathe.”

The receptionist sighed, realizing Kazu was going to be a pain in the ass to deal with. “Sir, this is the emergency room. Everyone here is having an emergency. The doctor will be with you shortly. Please fill out the paperwork.”

Kazu hissed something at her in Japanese and Minato mumbled, “Honey, that… that’s not nice… Just take the papers.”

Rolling his eyes in frustration, the taller man snatched up the clipboard and a pen, giving the receptionist a middle finger as he walked off to sit down. He sat down with Minato in his lap, squinting at the intake forms as he twirled the pen in his left hand. After a moment’s analysis, he realized he didn’t understand most of the words on the page. Minato was too out of it to be any help, so Kazu pulled out his phone to see if Google Translate could not suck for a hot second.

No Signal.

“Guess I’ll go fuck myself…” He grumbled. Sighing quietly, he did his best to sound out the unfamiliar words under his breath and guess what they meant. God bless whatever poor fucker got to enter that information into the computer. Not only did most of the answers make little to no sense for the questions, but Kazu’s handwriting was… something to behold. It was surprisingly neat, but looked nothing like proper lettering at all. Completely devoid of curves, it was all sharp angles and oddly proportioned shapes and would take a lot of squinting and suffering to be deciphered. He tossed the clipboard back at the receptionist and went back to sitting with his husband.

A few minutes later, a doctor came into the emergency room wielding a clipboard. Kazu watched the man closely, waiting to see what he said.

“Mrs. Matthews? The doctor will see you now.”

A tiny old lady stood up and shuffled over to meet the doctor, and Kazu scowled upon realizing he would have to wait even longer, grumbling something about “useless-ass American healthcare…”

“Shh, honey, s’okay… ‘s gonna be okay…” Minato gave Kazu’s cheek a reassuring pat. He was a little too dizzy and oxygen-deprived to be scared anymore, and was now just draped across his husband’s lap, swaying to the tune of the bland music playing over the speakers.

Kazu did not seem at all soothed by Minato’s attempts to calm him. He was nervously running his hands through his hair, biting at his lip and fidgeting in his chair. Anxiety and frustration were building up within him, multiplying every time a doctor called for someone that wasn’t them. Minato was curled up in his arms, breathing shallowly. Was he going to be okay? Was this it for them? Kazu could feel his heart starting to race as the negative thoughts multiplied in his head. What if Minato died? What if it was his fault? Should he have pushed the doctor, insisted they see him now? What would he do if Minato did die?

He twisted a lock of sleek dark hair around his finger. It was getting long, almost to his shoulderblades. He’d probably cut it soon. He could do it now if he wanted; the knife in his pocket was sharp. Really sharp. It could cut more than hair. It could slice through skin without a second thought. Maybe that would calm him down. He could just slip away for a moment and -

“Mr. Kurosawa?” A doctor’s voice cut into Kazu’s chaotic train of thought.

“Huh? What? Yeah, that’s… that’s us.” He hopped to his feet, carrying Minato over to the doctor.

The doctor looked down at his clipboard. “It says here you’ve been having respiratory difficulties.”

Kazu blinked at the doctor, baffled. “What.”

“Trouble breathing. He’s been having trouble breathing, correct?”

“Yeah! Yeah, that’s right.” Kazu nodded emphatically, following the doctor as they were led down the halls to a room where Minato could be examined.

“You can go ahead and set him down here.” The doctor gestured to the pristine white bed. “Has he had any other health issues lately?”

Kazu gently set his husband on the sheets, holding Min’s tiny hand tightly so the blond would know he was still right there. “Uhm, he… he’s been coughin’ a lot, but that’s just the stupid flour he’s always workin’ with…”

“Flour? Is he a baker?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Bakes a lot. He also… had, uh, had the flu last winter… um… fuckin’... stomach bug, couple months ago… and… and, uh… he twisted his ankle a couple weeks ago, but he’s been doin’ fine the last few days.”

The doctor nodded, having jotted down notes as he listened to Kazu. “Alright, thank you. We’ll run a few tests, give him something to open up his airways, see what’s going on. You can return to the waiting room, if you’d like… we have a cafeteria on the second floor.”

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Kazu replied. He wasn’t about to leave Minato alone with some stranger, doctor or not. His grip on Min’s hand tightened a little, and he gave the doctor a look that said ‘move me. I dare you.’

Realizing he wasn’t going to be able to get Kazu out of the room, the doctor sighed quietly and simply went to work, trying to avoid the lanky demon’s piercing gaze. Kazu was glaring at him the entire time he worked, hovering protectively over Minato to the point that the doctor could barely work. At first, he was just bouncing slightly with anxiety, but as the time ticked on, he started getting worse. Tapping his shoe. Twisting his hair. Pacing the room. Fidgeting with the knife in his pocket. After a while, he finally just pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag to soothe his frayed nerves.

The doctor stopped what he was doing, turning to give Kazu an ‘is-he-actually-fucking-doing-that’ look. “Ah, sir… you can’t smoke in here.”

“And you can’t be a little bitch in here either, but here ya are! How ‘bout ya shove those nerdy little glasses up your ass and go back to doin’ your fuckin’ job?” Kazu hissed, giving the doctor a venomous glare.

“Sir. If you don’t put out that cigarette and stop interfering with my work, I’m going to have to call security.” The doctor’s tone was much more stern and serious this time.

“I’ll put it out in your stupid fucking face!” Kazu angrily threw the still-lit cigarette at the doctor, storming out of the room. He was furious. All he wanted to do was help Minato, but he was completely useless right now. He hated feeling helpless. He didn’t rely on other people for anything, and he didn’t like having to trust strangers with his husband’s well-being. Minato was the only thing in life that mattered to him, and if that doctor messed up… well, god fucking help him, cause the poor bastard wouldn’t live to see morning.

When he finally paused for a moment to analyze his surroundings, Kazu realized he had walked all the way out of the hospital. He was standing out back, his only company shadows and dumpsters. It felt more like home than anywhere he’d been in a long time. He leaned against the cold concrete wall and sank down to a sitting position, pulling out his lighter and cigarettes again. Hands shaking, he lit up and took a long drag, gazing off into the barren back parking lot as his brain swarmed with negative thoughts.

He was such a fuck-up. How could he just abandon Minato like that? What if Minato hated him for it? What if Minato died while he was gone? What would he do if Minato died? It would be all his fault. He should’ve been watching the doctors. He should’ve insisted they saw Min sooner. The only person on earth he cared about was going to die and it was all his fucking fault.

Kazu was shaking like a leaf, trying not to have a full-blown panic attack. His overlong hair fell in his face as he curled in on himself, and his thoughts from earlier came rushing back. The knife. He should cut his hair. He should cut it right now. He discarded his cigarette, snuffing it out on his arm and tossing the butt aside. Fishing in his pockets, he pulled out a decent-sized knife, unfolding it and giving a demented smile as the blade glinted in the dim evening light. Without a moment’s hesitation, he took the razor-sharp steel to his hair, hacking off the bottom third of its length in hasty, uneven swipes.

By the time Kazu was done, his lap and the cement around him were covered in hacked-off strands of glossy raven hair. In the orange glow of the parking lot lights, it took on a fiery undertone, making him look as though he sat in a bed of slender embers. Cutting his hair had been satisfying. Very satisfying. It let him channel his frustration, punish himself for being such a fuck-up. He wanted to do more, but he didn’t want his hair any shorter.

It was nearly midnight by the time Kazu returned to Minato’s room. The doctor was standing by the foot of the bed, looking over Min’s charts and all the notes he’d taken. “Ah. Mr… Yokota, is it? I was wondering when you’d be back.”

“Is he okay? What’d you do?” Rather than looking at the doctor, Kazu was busy examining Minato for any signs of harm.

“He’s going to be fine. We gave him a bronchodilator, and his vitals returned to normal. He appears to be suffering from occupational asthma, known more colloquially as baker’s lung.”

Kazu gave the doctor a puzzled look. “W… what does that mean?”

“Basically, long term-exposure to flour dust and the like has damaged his lungs. Breathing it in now causes his airways to contract, making it difficult for him to breathe.”

“So… so how do I fix it?”

“Removing the asthma-causing agent from your home would be the first step. If symptoms persist, we can look into treatment with asthma medications.”

Kazu’s brows furrowed a little. “So… no more flour and shit? No more baking?”

The doctor nodded. “I’m afraid so. Otherwise, his condition may continue to deteriorate.”

“Shit… he… he ain’t gonna be happy about  that.”

“I know, but medical needs take priority over hobbies.” The doctor offered a sympathetic smile. “Do you have any other questions before I go?”

Kazu’s mind changed tracks as he remembered one other thing he had wanted to ask. “Yeah, uh, ya got… got any bandages?”

“This is a hospital, of course we have bandages. Are you hurt?”

“‘M fine. My car was actin’ up earlier. Burned myself workin’ on it. Always forget how hot the engine block gets.” Kazu produced an embarrassed smile, sealing his already-convincing lie.

The doctor seemed sold, not suspecting for a second that the dark sleeves of Kazu’s hoodie were almost soaked through with blood. “Of course, let me see…” he turned to the supply cabinet on the wall opposite the bed, pulling out a roll of bandages and offering them to the dark-haired giant. “Here you are. Help yourself. I need to go check on a few other patients. Press the button over there if you need to call for a nurse.”

“Thanks.” Kazu gave a brief wave as the young man in the white coat walked off down the hall. He sank down in a nearby chair, peeling off his jacket so he could put the bandages to good use. Once his arms looked like part of a shitty mummy costume, he put his hoodie back on, hiding his bad decisions under layers of unassuming black fabric.

It was about three in the morning when Minato finally woke up. His wide taupe eyes scanned the room as he tried to figure out where he was. “Kazu-chan?”

“‘M right here, babe.” Kazu waved from the chair he was sitting in before getting up to come perch on the edge of Minato’s bed. “We… we gotta talk.”

“What is it?” Minato frowned, his dark brows scrunching together under his blond fringe.

Averting his eyes for a moment, Kazu twisted his hair around his finger as he contemplated what to say. This familiar nervous tic drew Minato’s eyes to a discrepancy in his husband’s appearance.

“Is your hair shorter?” He squinted in confusion at Kazu’s choppy, chin-length hair, which had been neatly cut and past his shoulders just the previous evening.

Kazu nodded. “Yeah. It was gettin’ long. Botherin’ me. But that’s not what we gotta talk about.”

“Okay. What’s up?”

“Well, uh, the doc… he… he figured out what’s wrong with ya.” Kazu continued to tug as his hair as he spoke. “Fuckin’ asthma. He… he said it’s cause a’ the shit ya bake with… Fuckin’ flour, and sugar powder and shit.”

Minato seemed taken aback, and he took a long while to think before asking, “So, do I need to like… wear a mask when I bake or something?”

Kazu winced a little, not wanting to shatter the naivete of his husband’s unrelenting optimism. “Uh, well… not exactly. He says… ya shouldn’t bake anymore.” Hanging his head in shame, Kazu clearly felt guilty about delivering the news.

“W… what?” Minato’s eyes widened in shock, and his lip quivered a little as he fought back tears. “I can’t bake?”

“It’ll make ya sick, babe. I’m… I’m real sorry.” Kazu wrapped an arm around Min’s shoulders, giving him a gentle pat on the back.

The tiny blond sat in silence for a moment as he processed the information he’d just received. He couldn’t bake anymore. He couldn’t even help others bake. Simply being around the most important ingredients would render him unable to breathe. He wasn’t sure what to do. Baking was his favourite hobby. It had been his career for years, and he’d been planning to take it up again once Takao left for college. If he couldn’t cook, what would he do when he was sad, or stressed, or just wanted something sweet? He buried his face in Kazu’s chest and started to sob.

“Shh…. Shhh… s’okay. It’s gonna be okay. I gotcha.” Kazu gave Minato a tight squeeze, ignoring the sharp pains of protest in his arms. “How ‘bout this. Let’s go getcha signed outta here, an’ on the way home, we can buy a big thing a’ cookies. How’s that sound?”

“I… I guess that would be nice.” Minato mumbled, his voice muffled by Kazu’s t-shirt.

Kazu ruffled Min’s hair. “Good. It can be any kinda cookies ya want, okay?”

“O-okay…”

For more, or to tell me I suck, go check out @lickstynine.