#honestly even when he messes up he just immediatly gets right back up so!!!

[fettiowi]

I really like the idea that seeing sonic being genuienly flustered is very rare, he is just always very confident and doesnt let it show much when hes embarassed or nervous. Which doesnt happen often anyway

Anyone who knows him would be very surprised to see him, like, blushing. Cause it never happens

[sin-cognito]

Rarepair New Year 2024 ch21: Papyrus/Coffee

SFW

Wordcount: 1666

Papyrus looks defeatedly at the dark skies outside. He was supposed to go train with Undyne this afternoon, but after a quick check to the weather forecast, the two have decided it'd be better to call off their session and report it to another day. It definitely was the right call to make, considering that barely ten minutes after their phone call ended the rain started pouring down like Papyrus has rarely seen.

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Papyrus looks defeatedly at the dark skies outside. He was supposed to go train with Undyne this afternoon, but after a quick check to the weather forecast, the two have decided it'd be better to call off their session and report it to another day. It definitely was the right call to make, considering that barely ten minutes after their phone call ended the rain started pouring down like Papyrus has rarely seen.

It's now been two hours with no signs of the storm lightening up. Quite the opposite even, Papyrus can hear the wheezing winds and the rumbling of thunder while he's pacing around the living room aimlessly. He doesn't like having nothing to do, it makes him jittery.

If only there was someone else at home that could keep him company. Sans called earlier to say that he got stuck in traffic on his way home from work and might not be there for another hour or two, and Edge, Papyrus' other training partner, is out with Blue. The rest of the skeleton crew is also out, some at work, others on a vacation trip, or some on a date at the mall.

Well, there is currently another skeleton in the house besides Papyrus, but Coffee has been cooped up in his room playing video games all afternoon. Papyrus usually leaves the shy skeleton to his own device as he knows that Coffee isn't always very comfortable with spending time with others, and often retreats to his room to play video games to relax. Papyrus has no issue with this, and even joins him from time to time when he's allowed in, but right now he honestly feels lonely with nothing to do and he finds it hard to respect Coffee's wishes to be left alone.

He sits on the couch to watch TV but barely five minutes in and he already wants to go back to pacing the room. He doesn't know if it's the storm that's making him so restless, all he knows is that he's going to lose his mind if he doesn't find a stimulating activity to keep him busy.

A particularly intense lightning bolt suddenly flashes outside the windows and immediatly after the lights go out. Papyrus gasps and freezes. He's not scared of the dark, but this took him by surprise and he needs a few seconds for his vision to get used to the dark.

He hears some noise upstairs and decides to go check up on Coffee, worried that the other skeleton might've hurt himself in the dark. He uses the flash of his phone to light the way and knocks on Coffee's bedroom door.

"Come in," the smaller skeleton's soft voice replies.

Papyrus finds him standing awkwardly in the middle of the absolute mess that is his room. He's surrounded by various gaming consoles, controllers, game cases, mangas, DVDs, and other nerdy accessories that he has accumulated over the years.

"COFFEE, ARE YOU OKAY?"

"Yes. The lights went out and I couldn't see anything and I don't know where my phone is so I have no source of light," he replies, looking around him for the device, but his room is worse than Sans' so it'd be surprising if he managed to find anything.

"YOU WANT ME TO GIVE YOU A CALL?" Papyrus suggests, but Coffee shakes his head.

"No thank you. Can you just help me get out of here with your light? I don't want to walk on my stuff."

Papyrus has to juggle between holding his phone at the right angle to light the floor, holding out a hand for Coffee to help him keep his balance, and gripping the doorframe so he doesn't fall face first into the mess, but he manages and in no time Coffee is out of the room, hugging Papyrus' arm tightly.

"ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE OKAY?" Papyrus asks again, noticing how Coffee is shivering slightly.

"Yes, I just don't like the dark very much," the smaller skeleton admits as he clutches on Papyrus' arm for dear life.

"OH, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT! AREN'T YOU ALWAYS PLAYING GAMES WIHTOUT THE LIGHTS ON, THOUGH? I OFTEN HEAR YOUR BROTHER PESTERING YOU ABOUT IT."

Coffee blushes an adorable lemon color.

"Yes but the light of the screen is enough to make it not scary."

Papyrus hums as he thinks of what to do to make his small friend comfortable despite the power outage. He doesn't want to keep his phone's flash up all evening, it will drain up the battery and they'll find themselves in the dark again in no time.

"I HAVE AN IDEA, COME WITH ME," he says as he readjusts Coffee's grip on his arm to a more convenient handhold, before leading the scared skeleton to the living room.

He makes Coffee sit on the couch and tells him to wait there.

"YOU WILL BE IN THE DARK FOR JUST A COUPLE MINUTES, I PROMISE," he reassures his friend the best he can.

He then hurries to his own bedroom and grabs everything he needs, starting with a box full of candles and some matches. It's tricky to balance those plus the blankets and sheets and pillows in his arms, but he manages to get everything back to the living room, where he lights a first candle.

Coffee is quick to pick up on the idea, so he takes over the task of lighting the candles while Papyrus works with the blankets.

Half an hour later and the two skeletons have created the perfect little cozy pillowfort with candles inside and outside to keep everything as well lit as possible. It's still more subdued than if the power was back, but honestly it adds to the charm of the fort, with soft, warm hues that give off a comfortable, almost romantic atmosphere.

Papyrus and Coffee sit on the pillows inside the fort, proud of their work.

Now there is still the question of what exactly to do, because making a pillowfort is nice and all, but it'd be better if they actually had something to do to pass the time.

Thankfully, Coffee's got that covered, as he makes a quick trip back to his bedroom with Papyrus' phone to grab a couple board games that can be played with only two people.

"I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED BOARD GAMES," Papyrus points out. "YOU'RE ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT VIDEO GAMES, SO I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T INTERESTED IN ANYTHING ELSE."

"I do like them, I just haven't had that many occasions to play with them since Wine isn't always available to play with me."

Papyrus nods thoughtfully. It's true that Wine is always very busy with his job, so he can see why Coffee has gotten more used to playing video games on his own.

"WELL, I WOULD LOVE TO PLAY WITH YOU," he tells Coffee with an encouraging smile. "AND NOT JUST RIGHT NOW BECAUSE OF THE POWER OUTAGE. WE USED TO HAVE BOARD GAMES NIGHT WITH MY BROTHER WHEN WE WERE KIDS, I LOVE BOARD GAMES AND WOULD LOVE TO PLAY WITH YOU ANY TIME YOU WANT!!"

Coffee's face brightens up immediately. He flaps his hands a little like he does when he's really excited about something, like when Wine buys him a new video game, and it puts a happy smile on Papyrus' face.

They spend a good hour playing Coffee's board games, the small skeleton explaining the rules first before they start playing. Some games Papyrus finds a little difficult, others he doesn't enjoy much because Coffee is simply unbeatable, but there are a couple that he finds so fantastic that he just want to keep playing them all evening.

The more they play together, the more comfortable and relaxed Coffee looks, which is a relief to Papyrus. He doesn't even seem to remember there's a power outage anymore, even though the storm is still very much raging outside. They get updates from the other skeletons here and there, which is reassuring too.

For dinner, they make do with the fruits that are lying around the kitchen, and then they decide to go to bed in their little pillowfort. They set it up with more pillows and more blankets, and even get the inflatable mattress they usually keep for guests. It's a narrow fit for two grown skeletons so they have to squish their bodies together. Papyrus makes sure to ask Coffee if he's not uncomfortable with that, knowing the smaller skeleton often has issues with physical contact, but Coffee shakes his skull.

"I'm fine with this because it's you," he says and Papyrus feels a warm pride bloom in his chest.

They blow some of the candles around them so they don't accidentally set anything on fire while the two fall asleep, but keep the rest alight while they chit chat.

"CAN I TELL YOU SOMETHING?" Papyrus asks at some point.

"Yes?"

"OUT OF ALL OUR FRIENDS, AND BESIDES MY BROTHER, I FEEL LIKE YOU'RE THE ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS ME THE MOST," he admits. He's always felt a special connection with Coffee, like he could understand Papyrus without the need to put his disorganized thoughts into words. Papyrus is aware not everyone is able to follow his train of thoughts all the time, but things are easier with Coffee in comparison. It just makes sense with him. "UNDYNE IS MY BEST FRIEND, AND SANS IS SANS, BUT I REALLY APPRECIATE SPENDING TIME WITH YOU."

Next to him, Coffee smiles brightly.

"Me too," he says, gripping Papyrus' arm again, snuggling it. "You're my favorite skeleton! Don't tell Wine I said that. I love him the most, but you're my favorite."

Papyrus beams at his small friend. He gets it.

They get comfortable and fall asleep like that, in the middle of the living room.

When he finally comes home a couple hours later, Sans blows out the candles and leaves a little kiss on both skeletons' foreheads before leaving them there to finish their night.

[zosin-ya]

Hello (((:

I would maybe ask for a Kid x fem S/o Scenario? Its Valentinsday and Reader wants to have her first time with him.. obl nsfw

Hope its clear, also tysm (:

- eustass kid x f!reader - nsfw, first time, v card gone on v day, valentinesday, eating out, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, brat taming - 1.3K

- a/n: I really did enjoy writting this, I hope that is what you imagined. It is very slightly fluff, but mostly Kid being horny and trying not to pound you instanlty....uh, Enjoy ♥!

[click here to read more about Kid!]

He was towering over you in bed, covering your neck with sloppy kisses and occasionally letting his teeth grind against your flesh. He knew it was your first time, yet that didn’t stop him from doing it his way. He was more patient than he normally was, but soft and slow wasn’t his way. Which meant you’d have pulsing hickeys on your throat for the next days to remember.

His rough hand was sliding down your bare sides and groping whatever he could reach. Your bust, your waist your thigh. Nothing was safe from his colossus greedy pranks. It was only the foreplay but you already got a good taste of how Kid liked it in bed. Dirty, heated and rough.

He wanted you for so long and honestly, just touching you made his length press against the fabric of his underwear. Which he was still wearing, while you were butt-naked under him. And fuck, just having you exposed to him like this made Kid want to bury his cock inside you instantly. However, he told himself to wait. He’d take you good in a moment, but for you to enjoy the experience, you had to be wet enough. Taking your virginity should be a good memory for you, especially if you’ve a experienced man above you. Someone who also happened to love you and held himself back for your sake. To your luck.

His painted lips traveled down, leaving marks of his lipstick. You instinctively spreading your legs, giving him the sign that he was doing it right, which made a grin appear on his face. „So eager...“ He hummed, his hot breath hitting your flesh, while his hand disappeared further south sneakily. You mewled when you felt his finger slide between your folds, teasing you slowly.

„Fuck Kid, don’t make me wait..!“ The red head removed his hand and made it land heavy on your inner thigh , giving you a light spank and watching you intensely from his position. The moan leaving your lips told him that you liked it. „Who’s the virgin here huh? Know your place brat, you can’t take my cock like this.“

You looked down on him and bit on your lip. There was no cockiness in his voice, he wasn’t bragging about his size, rather honestly telling you that you were not ready yet. Which gave you goosebumps, trying to imagine how well hung he must be. Would he even fit fully?

You’d find out soon after he was done eating you out. He dipped his head between your thighs, making you feel his wet tongue against your clit. Kid obviously knew what he was doing, the way he circled around your most sensitive spot made you moan shamelessly. „G-God yes, Kid...“ Your hand searched for his mane to grab a hold and tug on it. Which turned the man between your legs just more on. He liked your tight grip in his hair and how his name sounded moaned. He’d never heard you like that before and fuck, it was hot.

But he told himself to calm down, yet again. He wanted to give you a good time, which he already did. His finger sliding into your entrance made it even better. He was pumping in and out, while his tongue still licked over your clit. You started to see dots infront of your vision and tugged harder on his hair, which told him you were dangerously quick to build your high. Which wasn't meant to happen now, so he retracted and sat up, straighening his broad back and looking down at you like some predator ready to jump on his prey.

The missing sensation between your legs made you roll your head in order to face him. If you wouldn't be naked already, his piercing glance would strip you off your clothes right now. Your eyes traveled from his face down to his crotch, and what you saw made you swallow. The bulge in his pants was...was big. His hand disappeard in his underwear and pulled his stiff cock out, showing you how well hung he actually was.

Kids lips left a deep chuckle at your facial expression. "I told you...but you didn't want to listen..." Now, this was cocky. The way he stroke his length and made you watch him present it to you. You mentally prepared yourself, and spread your legs a bit further, giving him the okay to start.

He spit into his palm, covered his cock with saliva and positioned his hand next to your head to lean over you properly. His glans was rubbing against your entrance, making you wince in pleassure. His faces was right infront of you and you wrapped your arms around his strong neck, looking him in the eyes. "Tell me when it's too much..." He whispered against your lips after you felt his tip enter.

Inch by inch he slowly, and carefully pushed himself inside of you. You seemed wet enough to take him good, yet he stopped from time to time to check on you, making sure it didn't hurt. You would have to get used to his size, and the first few thrusts of his might feel odd.

But Kid made sure to make you relax. His hand groped your chest rough, yet slow and sensually. His lips either captured yours or nibbled at your throat. And soon you melted into his touch, and allowed him to move quicker, thanks to him taking it step by step.

After you finally could let yourself fall into the moment, your man was pouding deep into you. The room was filled with your voice, the sound of skin clapping and ocassional grunts from Kid. He didn't have his usual pace- that would be for another time- yet his thrusts were still so deep to make your eyes roll back and dig your fingernails into his muscled back. With his size adding in, it felt incredibly good, and Kid was quite proud of himself making you feel like this.

Hearing you moan his name in pleassure and begging for more gave him a hard time to not cum immediatly. Yet when he felt your falls clenching and your voice shivering, he knew you were close too. Reaching your high, your walls tightening around him during your orgasm gave Kid the rest. With low grunts he grabbed you by your hip to push his cum into you, deep where it belonged. You felt the hot load inside of you, some drops of it getting pushed out while Kid rode his orgasm out.

Slowly but steadily his movement stopped. He tilted his head down to have a look at the mess. His cock was still inside of you and covered with your juice and his own. Your pussy swollen and red from the stimulation from earlier. A delicous sight which could made him go for another around.

But this was your first time, Kid didn't want to exhaust you too much. The first orgasm always was the best, the following rather okay. So he kept it at the first.

Facing you, some of his red strands fell down, slightly covered in sweat. His lipstick was smeared and his usually fierce looking eyes were hooded slighty, accompanied by a satisfied smirk. The amount of time and care he put into this told you how much you meant to him. This special treatment was truly only for you, the woman he called his. "Happy V day baby."

[matryosika]

shoot me, chapter IV

pairing — changbin x reader

rating — 18+

genre of the overall series — smut, angst, fluff if you squint

prologue chapter I chapter II chapter III chapter IV

word count for this chapter — 4.5 k

warnings — masochism, choking, thigh riding, marking, humilliation, daddy kink, mild praising, kind of harddom!changbin, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of ownership and possessiveness... i think that's it!

note — i have so many ideas in my head that i think i'm failing to land on this series but today i decided to change the dynamic of the chapter a little bit and make the first part of it from changbin's kind-of-perspective so you could understand what's going on behind the actions of the man himself. the whole chapter is filthy smut honestly, i hope you enjoy it tho!

taglist: @cozyblues @ahgasearmyfan @binnie-m00n @minaamhh

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[12:17 a.m. Changbin]

i don't think we should to that again

it was a mistake

i just needed to vent but honestly, getting with you can really damage my future and that's not something i'm willing to jeopardize for sex.

the dark-haired man held his phone to his chest as he thought about the words of the message that he just sent you.

it wasn't a lie though, the fact that he was afraid to fuck up his future for a night of sex, but his insides were on fire everytime he was near you, his soul aching for the same thing his mind wanted.

before you could even reply his dry messages, changbin got on his car and drove all the way to his place, contemplating on whether he should have a drink or two to try and deal with the mess of the decisions he was making.

he knew it wasn't going to be easy to have self-control around you specially because he was doomed to see you almost on a daily basis at arthur's house or the company, that being the main reason behind why he decided to send that message: because he didn't wanted things to get uncomfortable at places where the two of you should act like a couple of good friends, and nothing more.

he didn't went to your place because he needed to vent or fix his sexual frustrations with your body; he went there because, after the night of the bar, he couldn't forget the image of you as a goddess. he couldn't forget your taste, your skin, the way your hips involuntarily grinded while he was eating you out, your body following every order he gave you as if your only purpose in life was to satisfy him.

and as the days passed by, it was harder and harder for him to repress the idea of you in his bed. him owning your body, fucking you countless days and nights. the more he got the know you, the more his desires increased; even when you were talking about your childhood memories at seoul with changbin's parents in an attempt to try and avoid any kind of conversation with him, he couldn't stop thinking how attractive you were to his eyes.

*

Changbin's perspective

[9:54 p.m. Changbin]

i'm here

don't take too long

changbin rested his whole body weight on the drivers seat, ready to wait for -at least- another 15 minutes to be able to drive to chan's house. he was certain you were going to be there as ryujin told chan, and chan told him.

he knew all along that he wanted to have you in any way, but he also knew that his pride wouldn't allow him to make the first move after he was the one who cutted any kind of sexual ties between the two of you.

after 2 minutes, and for changbin's surprise, soyeon didn't took any longer to appear at the lobby of her complex, waving goodbye at the doorman.

"you didn't took long" changbin said, waiting for her to get inside the car.

"you were the one who made me wait" soyeon replied, getting comfortable at the car's seat.

"yeah i had things to do" the man replied as he started to drive towards chan's party that wasn't too far from the place he was at now. soyeon was changbin's best friend since highschool, something strange because he was never too fond of hanging out with women in a way that wasn't entirely sexual.

"so" the blonde one mumbled "you do realize that this plan is pathetic?"

changbin scoffed as his eyes were fixed on the road "if you don't want to help me just say so"

"it's not that" she replied "it's just that is ten times easier to just approach her than to try and make her jealous just to see if she approaches you first. not only is easier but more... mature"

"do you really want to talk about maturity, soyeon?" changbin teased "that's bold coming from the girl who breaks up with her partner every 3 weeks and then gets back together"

"you don't have to be mean" she pouted, giving changbin a soft hit on his arm. "i'm trying my best"

changbin exhaled harshly as he was looking for a place to park his car. "you don't have to do anything, just act like you are with me"

"you are so lame" soyeon said, getting ready to leave the car as changbin finished parking "i really hope she is with another man too so you can cut the crap and act like a man your age"

"whatever"

changbin left the car and opened the door for the girl to get out too. the party had started, at least, 2 hours ago so he knew he was late and everyone else was probably drunk already. not that he cared though.

soyeon entered the house grabbing changbin's left arm, her eyes dancing around the crowded living room trying to catch a glimpse of the girl that was making changbin act like a highschooler. "it would be very useful if you told me how the fuck does she looks like" she screamed, squirming and dodging the drunk people that were dancing around in the living room.

"don't act too obvious" changbin muttered in her ear "i'm not even sure she is still here, she probably left.

changbin and soyeon walked further into the house as they greeted chan and the rest of the boys, congratulating jeongin on his birthday who was too drunk to even reply.

"there's alcohol in the kitchen and the courtyard, if you want to start there" chan said, ryujin gripping his arm while she ocasionally stumbled on her place.

"you got a girlfriend?" ryujin asked without remorse, pointing at soyeon with her index finger "jesus christ i knew you were a dick"

soyeon looked at her and then at changbin, unsure of what to reply or say. not that she needed to, since ryujin started talking again right after she insulted changbin.

"i'm glad i was smart enough to convince y/n to come to this party, at least she met a man who is going to-"

"okay that's enough" chan said, him being a little more lucid than her. "she is drunk, i'm sorry"

"no worries" soyeon said, watching how chan and ryujin dissapeared into the crowd of people.

"do they know about your little obsession with her?" the blonde one asked, changbin's eyes scanning the whole room.

"i just told chan that i wanted to fuck her, i guess y/n told her the whole story to chan's date. it is her bestfriend, apparently"

"oh"

changbin and soyeon walked to the kitchen to grab a drink, since it was closer than the courtyard. after a few minutes, the search for you was usuccesful and changbin came to the conclusion that you probably left earlier with the mysterious man ryujin said.

"well, pathetic boy" soyeon mumbled "you are already here, you might as well have a little of fun, take a girl home... i don't know what you straight people do" she extended her hand to him, inviting changbin to join her at the courtyard for a dance.

as she guided him through the living room and into the patio, changbin's body was quick to react when she saw you with jisung. his whole body tensed up, making sure to grab soyeon as close as he could to pretend that he wasn't alone.

"hey man i'm not-" soyeon reproached as changbin's hand traveled to her waist, his body pressing against hers. she directed his gaze as to where changbin's eyes were fixed and it took her a lot of self-control to not start bursting of laughter. "fuck changbin, you have good taste"

"shut up" y/n was now looking directly at changbin and his partner while she danced against jisung's body. changbin couldn't see his face, but he knew immediatly who he was by the undercut and clothes the man was wearing.

"seems like my pleas were answered" his bestfriend whispered, getting more into the role of a straight-girl-crazy-about-changbin character as she rested her head on his shoulder. "better luck the next time i guess"

y/n eyes drifted away from changbin's as she turned around to stop facing the couple. her back was now against jisung's chest, her ass grinding on him slowly as the song progressed.

"this is so funny"

but it wasn't funny for changbin, his whole body ablazing because of the anger and jealousy he was feeling. watching you dance with another man was exactly what was needed for him to confront his pride, as the only thing he could think of was to drag you out of the party and fuck you mercilessly until the only thing you could remember was his name.

just a few seconds later, the image he was fearing the most was now presenting itself in front of his eyes. your sweet lips dancing around jisung's as his hands were resting on your waist eager to travel to other places.

"i think i saw hyunjin inside" soyeon mumbled, escaping the unpleaseant (but funny) scene of his best friend going completely jealous over a girl.

changbin needed to do something, and he needed to do it now.

*

y/n perspective

"please ruin me" you whispered, your soul immersed in arousal, guilt and regret.

"you shouldn't have said that, y/n" changbin growled as he gripped your hair to pull you in for a kiss. the touch of his hands burned on your skin deliciously, feeling the electricity traveling through your veins and into your core. the kiss was rough, and you couldn't help but whimper as you felt the fabric of his clothes against your naked skin, reminding you of how good it felt to be vulnerable in front of him.

his lips went from yours to your neck really quick, peppering kisses on the surface as he licked and sucked on the exposed skin. "if i'm going too far, you can stop me anytime" he exhaled, his teeth picking up the skin under your jawline softly.

you nodded as he worked on your neck, getting soft moans and cries out of you.

"can i please mark you?" he asked, with a broken voice as if he was running out of air, desperate to continue exploring your body. marking. the idea of being covered in faint bruises because of him only contributed to your arousal even more.

"go ahead" you moan "make sure they are visible enough"

changbin smirked against your neck as his grasp on your ass got harder. you couldn't help to flinch a little when he started to suck harshly on your neck, but he was quick to wrap his arms around you to keep you in place. the mere thought of him causing you this kind of pleasure, mixed with pain, made you squeeze your thighs together.

"god" you moaned, grabbing his hair and pushing him to keep marking you "fuck, that hurts" it did, but you didn't wanted to stop.

"it is supposed to hurt, precious" changbin said, his arms still holding you thight as he created a masterpiece on your naked skin "that's the only way you will remember who you belong to and who made you feel this good"

changbin's hands toured the sides of your body and your back, unclenching the piece of underwear that was blocking him to keep kissing your skin.

"your body is always ready for me" he mumbled, your nipples hardening at the mere sound of his raspy voice "look precious, you are so good"

you couldn't help but whine at the cold sensation of changbin's finger rings that were caressing and teasing your hardened buds. "you look so... fragile"

"you don't have to be gentle with me" you moaned in frustration, almost begging for his tongue to make contact where you needed you the most. "i don't break easily"

changbin looked at you with the darkest gaze he had ever give you. "you have no idea where you are getting into by saying those words, y/n"

changbin's mouth approached one of your nipples as he lazily dragged his tongue around it. his fingers traveled to the opposite side, caressing and playing with your other bud.

"fuck, that feels good"

finally, his tongue made contact where you needed it the most, giving small and quick licks that were starting to drive you insane. you always knew how sensitive you were, specially in that area, and now that changbin knew this it was kind of dangerous.

"who is making you feel this good, hm?" he hummed, his mouth alternating between places.

"i don't like you" you moaned, screaming the last word as changbin aggressively sucked on your chest leaving a faint mark.

"you don't? and you are this worked up?" he asked with a mocking tone, his senses intoxicated with your scent.

"matter of fact i hate you" you mumbled, trying to repress your moans "don't think you are the only person in this world who can satisfy me"

changbin planted a tiny kiss on your shoulder as he proceeded to rest his whole weight on the couch, manspreading for you. "take that off" he ordered, pointing out your panties.

you did as you were told, dragging your damped underwear through your legs and removing it in front of him. now being completely naked, his hand palmed his left thigh "come here"

you placed both your legs on each side of his thigh as your wet core made contact with the fabric of his black jeans, the sole movement making you whine and involuntarily grind against him. "show me how much you hate me"

you swallowed hard unsure of what to do next, his arms now crossed in front of his chest.

"how do... you want me to do that?" you asked quietly, feeling how your juices were probably making a mess on his clothes.

"ride my thigh" changbin ordered, giving you a condescending look "prove me that you can satisfy yourself better than i can"

you licked your lips nervously as your breath caught up on your throat. you knew perfectly that you couldn't do that, you needed changbin's help to cum and if you didn't, he would probably humilliate you for it.

"go on, precious. as much as i would love to stay here all night i have plenty of ideas to ruin that filthy pride of you" your core rubbed against his thigh almost unconciously, your hands traveling to his shoulders for support. "hmmmm" he hummed, grabbing both of your wrists and slowly placing your arms behind your back "you can do it by yourself"

the lack of help from changbin and the fact that your whole body had no support only made things harder. your hips grinded against him at a painfully slow pace while your hands were behind your back, changbin enjoying the view of your whole body trying to pathetically get any pleasure from him.

"i need to hold onto something" you cried, the frustration increasing as your clit grazed ever-so-slightly against him "please"

after that plea, you felt changbin's grip on your throat again "this should do precious" he muttered.

thankfully, changbin's hold on your neck gave you the tinniest bit of support, your hips moving now faster against his thigh.

"fuck da-"your breath got caught up on your throat, partly because of changbin's grip making it impossible for you to talk and partly because the petname that was about to leave your lips was rather embarassing.

"what was that, princess?" he asked, amused. he wasn't doing anything other than having you fucking his thigh, but he couldn't deny the painful bulge inside his pants that was driving him insane.

"it was nothing" you whispered in between broken moans.

"say it" he ordered, "say it and i might reward you with something"

you bit your lips attempting to refrain from saying anything else, your core clenching around thin air as your fluids damped his jeans. "fuck daddy" you whisper, almost inaudible.

"louder" he demmanded, his hands leaving your neck to place themselves on your hips, guiding your movements against his body while he flexed his thigh making the contact between your core 10 times deeper.

"yes, daddy" you whined, almost to the point of screaming at the feeling of his hands harshly guiding your whole movements "this feels so fucking good"

"my poor baby can't do anything by herself?" he grunted, admiring the image of your breasts swinging as your body grinded on his thigh "does daddy has to do everything for her?"

the way he used his own petname sent you to cloud 9, only making you wetter.

"i'm sorry daddy" you cried, your head falling slightly back as you followed changbin's grip.

"you should be, y/n" changbin's voice getting deeper by the minute "because you look so pathetic right now"

the words that were leaving his lips only made you needier and contributed to your arousal to increase, the knot on your stomach threatening to come undone any second.

"i think i'm close" you whispered, your hands still behind your back.

"keep your eyes open and look at me" changbin ordered "i want you to remember who made you cum this hard without even touching you"

changbin's gaze was all you needed to come undone on his thighs, closing your eyes at the minute you felt the highest point of your orgasm hitting you "what do good girls like you must say?" he asked, getting even harder by the image of your trembling body orgasming in front of him.

"thank you daddy" you cried softly, your voice broken. "thank you, thank you, thank you"

there was nothing in this world that changbin loved more than your duality. how you would act dominant in every aspect of your daily life, but not when you were with him alone. you struggled to hide your pride, but once you did, changbin knew that you were fully submitted to him.

and you knew that too. as much as you hated him, he knew how to make you lose your senses and drift into a completely different state, one more vulnerable. 3 times it was all he needed for you to show him the purest side of you: the needy one, the submissive one, the one who needed to be completely ruined and taken care of at the same time.

"such an obedient whore" changbin moaned, pulling you into his arms to give you a kiss "do you think you can keep going, y/n?"

your legs were tired, but there was something that you had been craving since the night at the bar and there was no possible way you would leave his apartment without getting it.

"i'm can, daddy"

"good" he said, getting up from the couch and driving you to his bed. he didn't bothered to turn on the lights as the whole room was lit up by the window.

you came closer to start unbottoning his pants, craving to feel his length inside your mouth just like last time, but he was quick to grab your wrists "today it's not going to be about me" changbin mentioned, undressing slowly in front of you. "as much as i want to put that pretty mouth to good use, i have other plans in mind"

you rested your whole body on your forearms as your legs spreaded in front of him, exposing your whole naked body for changbin.

he drove one of his hands to his mouth and slightly spitted on it in order to stroke his cock to lubricate it, mixing his own saliva with the precum that was already dripping from him.

"you look so good in that position" he praised "your whole body ready for me to completely destroy it"

your nipples hardened at his words, and he was quick to notice it "i don't think jisung would have been able to make you feel this good"

you licked your lips at the confidence he exuded, even at moments like this. changbin's body aligned with yours, the tip of his cock rubbing against your wet folds, slipping with easiness "you are always so wet for me"

the frustration building up again just by feeling his cock against your entrance. you would be lying if you said you didn't thought about how it would feel to have him inside you, even if the idea scared you. it was a while since the last time you fucked and, to be honest, you didn't think you had done it properly. the only times you actually did it, it was completely hard for you to feel anything but pain, and that thought crossed your mind right before he could even get inside you.

"can i?" he asked, noticing how your face looked slightly terrified.

"changbin i-" you stopped before you could say something else. you tried your best to build up this confident sex-appealing character who, in reality, knew nothing about the practice of sex. it was going to be embarrassing to admit that you were -barely- a virgin, even though you actually weren't, to the man who just humilliated the shit out of you a few seconds ago.

"mhm precious?" he asked, a faint smirk appearing on his face.

"i- it's been a while since the last time i did it" you confessed, his smirk growing bigger. "it's not my first time, but let's just say that i have little to cero practice on this area"

it was embarassing to admit such a thing, but you were not open to have more bad experiences with sex. you expected for changbin to laugh at you, or act all cocky, but the smirk on his face was rather confusing. "i'll treat you well, precious" changbin said, sliding the tip of his cock against your core "can i?"

with a hesitant gaze, you nodded, your whole body squirming under his as you felt his cock stretching every wall inside you. changbin was big and it was painful, you couldn't lie. "you are taking me so well, precious"

soon, the painful feeling became pleasure. changbin wasn't moving at all, letting you get used to him inside you, but you quickly found yourself moving your hips in circular motions signaling that you were completely ready to take him.

slowly, his hips thrusted in and out of you. he needed to ruin you, he needed to go fast and rough on you, but your comfort was a priority for him. as much as he wanted to make a mess of you and make you scream in pain and pleasure, he was determined to control himself and his impulses.

"you are so fucking tight" he growled, trying to repress any sinful noises that could escape his lips.

"don't hold back" you whimpered, feeling how the pleasure and pain were finally becoming one. "do whatever you want with me but don't hold back"

"you don't know what you are asking for, precious" he scoffed, the feeling of his lenght being hugged by your warm walls almost driving him insane.

"i do" you moaned, looking directly into his eyes with the needier gaze he had ever seen in his life "i need you to ruin me like you promised me to, i know you can"

changbin licked his lips as his forearms rested on both sides of your head, his breath coming closer to yours "you have so little experience in this but i already made you a masochist, didn't i?"

changbin thrusted hard into you as he said the last sentence, earning a whiny moan out of you.

and, following your plea, his pace rapidly increase without a warning. your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each thrust, changbin going completely feral at the sight of his good girl begging for him to hurt her.

"faster... daddy" you cried, almost out of breath. the feeling was as humilliating as it was powerful. there was some comfort in knowing that you submitted completely for him, and that now he was going to show you how good he could make you feel.

"you are such a whore y/n" he moaned, his raspy voice turning deeper as he thrusted inside you. "my whore"

your fingers traveled all the way to your clit, rubbing it with circular motions as changbin's length was satisfying your hole "does that feel good precious?"

"it does daddy" you reply, words broken as the whines and moans wouldn't let you form decent sentences.

"you look so good being ruined by me"

there it was that familiar knot again, starting to come undone on your lower abdomen. by changbin's heavy breathing and sloppy thrusts you knew he was close too. "you feel so fucking good, y/n"

you bit your lips, your voice not being able to emit any sound at all because the pleasure was starting to become slightly overwhelming. it felt incredibly nice having him inside you, ruining you, destroying you. you felt powerless and at his mercy, ready to do anything just for him to praise you with a few words.

"i'm close again daddy"

as you said this, changbin's pace increased. his lips attached into yours, his tongue fighting to get that intoxicating taste of you once again. your whole body started to violently shake as you came undone changbin's arms holding you right in place so you wouldn't move. "that's my good slut" he praised.

tears started streaming down your face as you were at the highest point of your orgasm. "that's my good fucking slut, cuming on her daddy's cock" he grunted.

the overstimulation by his thrusts was soon to appear, making you squirm into his arms but trying to hold on so he could chase his high too. "y/n"

"changbin" you cried, your half-lidded eyes looking directly into his, that were now filled with desire.

"let me cum inside you" he asked, biting his lips and trying to control himself waiting for your answer.

the overstimulation began to feel like pleasure quickly again at his words, your core dripping even more your own juices with each thrust he gave you. "cum inside me, please daddy"

those words were all he needed to release himself inside your cunt, earning grunts and moans from him. the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

"thank you daddy" you whined, feeling his hot cum dripping out of your pussy once he pulled himself out. "thank you so much daddy"

the mere perversed image of you with your legs parted, his own cum dripping out of you as your fingers traveled to your cunt to mix your arousal with his and then tasting it, was all he needed to convince himself that this was not going to be the last time to have you like this.

he needed to have the precious submissive girl who was in front of him, with her makeup and hair ruined, with her whole body dripping in sweat and his scent.

he needed to ruin you.

he needed to destroy you.

he needed to take care of you.

he needed to own you.

[laskyy]

Hey guys! I'm all good now and I've had enough rest so I'm back to writing! This was requested by @gensunvalley! I hope you like it!

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P1harmony when they cry

Tw: Crying, skinship, stress, mentions of homesickness

Genre: Fluff (mildly angsty maybe? I'm not sure)

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Theo:

You knew Theo was a sensitive person when you guys met, and he cried a lot when you guys watched sad movies and romance movies with a happy ending.

But when he was crying because of stress it hurt you even more, because who dared stress your favourite person on the planet?

When you saw him curled up on the bed sobbing and shaking you didn't hesitate in running towards him and engulfing him in a big warm hug.

(rest of Theo and the other members under the cut!)

"Why's everything so hard? I have so much to do and I can't seem to do it! It's too much Y/n!" Taeyang said as he sobbed harder.

"You can do it! You can do everything if you try! But for now let it out and give yourself some time to rest."

Keeho:

You knew Keeho was never someone to cry in front of people, not even you, so it was very surprising when you came to his studio and saw him with his head down and his hands on his head while he was shaking and sniffling.

The sight alone left you heartbroken ken, but when you closed the door, came closer, he lunged at you to hug you and he started crying harder, you almost started crying with him, but you manage to hold your tears for him.

"I hate this! This song will never sound great! I've been working on this for weeks and nothing ever goes right! I'm a mess" He said as he held tighter on to your shoulder and sobbed harder.

You waited for him to calm down a bit before trying to comfort him.

"Maybe you should give yourself a break love. You'll probably get some inspiration if you aren't always locked between 4 walls. And you're an amazing artist, you've got this! You always do." And you kept rocking his body back and forth to comfort him.

Jiung:

Jiung's tears weren't something you had seen a lot before, maybe from happiness when you guys met after being away from 2 months, but nothing out of this World.

So when you saw Jiung hugging a pillow and crying on the bed you felt really sad and rushed to him.

You let his steady his breathing before asking him what was wrong.

"It's nothing bad, it's just that I've been pretty overwhelmed by a lot of emotions this past week and I needed a good cry! I'm sorry if I worried you!" He said as he looked at you with his shiny eyes.

"We all have those times baby! It's fine honestly, and if you ever want to rant I'm here for you."

Intak:

Intak has cried in front of you quite some times but that doesn't mean you're less affected by his sadness. You always want to see him smile and it truly break your heart when something is bothering him.

You went to the grocery store to get some snacks for Intak because he was sick and you guys had to stay in instead of going out. But you didn't mind, all you wanted was for your boyfriend to get better.

When you got home you went straight to the bedroom to take care of Intak and give him some snacks, but you forgot all about that when you saw Intak crying hard on the bed.

You went to hug him right away, you didn't care if you got sick, you just wanted to make Intak feel better and the sight made you heartbroken.

"I'm sorry I made us stay home! I didn't want to get sick I am really sorry It's all my fault!"

You hugged him harder and rubbed his back softly "It's not your fault baby! And I like spending time with you either out side or inside! And we'll have time to go out! Now breathe slowly with me."

Soul:

You hadn't really seen Shota cry and honestly you didn't think you'd see it so soon, but well, you did.

You came to the dorm and went into his room to see him crying and you ran to his side and gave him the biggest hug ever and asked him what happened to leave your little baby so upset.

"It's just that I miss my family and I can't wait to see them and I just broke down I guess."

"How about you calm down a little bit and then we can facetime your family! I know it's not the same as seeing them personally but it's better than nothing! And one day we'll go see them!"

"I love you so much, you're the best!"

Jongseob:

Jongseob was like a little surprise box, you never knew what to expect when you went to his house! Sometimes he'd be waiting with books, sometimes with movies and you couldn't wait for today!

But you forgot the excitement when you went into your boyfriend's room and saw him crying on his desk. You immediatly ran to him and gave him a side hug as he was sitting down.

"Seobie what's wrong?"

"It's just that I don't think that I can manage school and being an idol at the same time."

As he said this he started sobbing uncontrollably and it broke your heart to see him like that.

"I don't know what that's like but I'm positive you'll pull through like you always do! And just remember that you're Kim Jongseob and you can do everything okay? Now let it out baby."

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I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading! Requests are open! Have a great day/afternoon/night! Keep praying for Enhypen, there are currently 6 members infected (Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Jungwon and Ni-ki) let's hope Sunoo stays safe and the members recover quickly! Love you guys and stay safe 💖💖💖

[wy-van-sunshine]

At your wedding - Wesper

“Do you, Mark Fields, take Wylan Hendriks to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do”

“Do you, Wylan Hendriks, take Mark Fields to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I...” 

Wylan hesitated for the tiniest moment: did he? 

He had imagined his wedding day several times in his life, but in his head the man standing before him had always been a tall Zemeni sharpshooter, a grin on his lips, a kindness only he knew in his eyes. 

He’d been happy with Jesper and he’d imagined to spend an entire life with him... but they’d been broken up for five years now, and since then Wylan had never thought about marrying any other man. 

He had met Mark three years before and he felt good around him, he felt loved, but surely he hadn’t planned on marrying him. 

At least not until Mark proposed. 

And how could he say no? After all, why should he wait for someone that would never come? Why should he ruin his life hoping that someday Jesper would rescue him? 

So he chose to stop thiking about his previous life, to move on, and he had said yes.

Wylan was cursing himself now: a man who loved him and was ready to do it all his life was standing before him, smiling and waiting for him to make that same promise, and what the hell was he doing? Thinking about Jesper, again. He wanted to slap himself. 

He cleared his throat and he opened his mouth: move on, Wylan. Move on.

“I d-”

“Of course he doesn’t, I mean, look at him, he’s probably about to faint”

The crowd gasped and turned around, staring at a very tall Zemeni man standing behind all the guests chairs. Wylan froze, terror raising up his spine: Jesper? Could it be?

“I’m sorry, who are you?” asked Mark, confusion in his eyes. He looked at Wylan, hoping for some reaction, but the redhead was still and tense. 

Jesper moved some steps forward, from the bottom of the garden among the guests and in the two grooms’ direction. His usual grin rested on his lips.

“I am the one who should be where you, my friend, are standing right now. I’m the one who should be marrying that beautiful ginger flautist”

Wylan felt his cheeks go red, he felt his own body flushing with embarassment - and something else? He didn’t want to know.

“Jesper, what are you doing?” he asked in a whisper, his voice shaky and afraid. He didn’t know how to react, he didn’t know how he actually wanted to react. He found the strength to raise his eyes and look directly at his ex boyfriend. 

“I think it’s pretty clear, but let me explain better. I’ve been preparing this speech for nights, you know?” answered Jesper with a grin. But then Wylan noticed something change in his eyes, it was as if honesty had suddenly taken the place of his usual sarcasm. Whatever he was going to say, he was going to do it with his heart.

“I think I’ve been an idiot for not fighting to stay with you. I think I should have kissed you more when we were together, because I knew I loved you, but I had no idea how much I’d miss your lips. Or your hugs, or really anything about you, for that matter. I think...” Jesper sighed, then smiled: “I think I might be making a fool of myself right now, because maybe you’re actually happy without me and you want to marry that man. But if there’s even the slightest chance you don’t, if there’s even the slightest chance you want me back, then I have to take it” 

Wylan was left speechless: his face went pale, insanely white, and yes, Jesper had been right before: he felt like fainting. He really did. His body fell backwards and Mark immediately reached for him and held him standing. 

“Look, your speech was touching, really, but you’re ruining our day and honestly I just want to punch you right now” said Mark looking at Jesper. Was he challenging him? Jesper undid his tie and lifted his shirt sleeves - Saints, he was dressed so well, he was really taking it seriously.

“Well then come and do it. I should warn you though, I didn’t come alone, so you probably don’t want to take on a gang from Ketterdam”

“Watch me”

“I’m waiting”

“For Ghezen’s sake, stop it! Fucking stop it!” screamed Wylan, sudden strength in his voice. He looked at his guests, shock in each one of them, then he looked at his mother who was probably feeling so ashamed, he looked at Mark’s parents visibly shaken.

He looked at Mark and then at Jesper: what now? What the hell was he supposed to do and why was he the one who had to do something?

His determination disappeared in a few seconds and he did the stupidest thing: he started crying, careless of all the eyes pointed at him, careless of Mark shaking him in an attempt to help him, careless of Jesper’s voice trying to bring him back to their situation. 

He had dreamed about his wedding day so many times, but in none of them did he end up crying. None of them was such a mess, all because of a jealous ex boyfriend. 

He tried not to think about any of that and he focused on his breath, because he was pretty sure a panic attack was raising in his chest and that was the last thing he needed. He breathed in and out, in and out, in and out. 

He calmed down and he kept his eyes closed for some seconds, his head slowly going back to reality, to Mark and Jesper shaking him and trying to take care of him. 

He breathed in and out one last time, then he stood straighter.

“Why now, Jesper?”

“What? Wylan-”

“Shut up, Mark” Wylan’s voice was ruder than he intended, but he didn’t care: “Jesper?”

“I...” Jesper hesitated: “I don’t know. I’ve thought about coming back to you many times, but I... I didn’t know how”

“So you chose to put on a fucking show at my saintsforsaken wedding?”

The sharpshooter restrained a laugh: angry Wylan was so wild and when he didn’t fear him - because sometimes he did - he actually loved him. 

“I do things with style” he simply replied with a shrug.

It cost him too much to admit he had waited for Wylan to miss him, to run away from his life and go back to him. It cost him too much to say that he thought Wylan wouldn’t actually marry another man because he was still in love with him. It cost him too much to take in that, if it wasn’t for his desperate last move, Wylan would already be married to another man. 

Maybe everything he did was wrong, maybe he was just hopelessly in love with his merchling and he was waiting for the impossible to happen. 

“I need to rest in my bed” said Wylan with a sigh.

“Wait... let’s get married, Wylan. There’s only your will left-”

“Not now, Mark. I love you, but please, just let me take a pause from all of this. I’m begging you, I really can’t right now”

Jesper felt something break in his heart as he heard Wylan telling Mark he loved him. What the hell was he doing there? Was he actually so crazy?

Wylan stepped away from Mark, but as he walked past Jesper he whispered the softest “Come with me” and Jesper could have just exploded right there. 

The redhead disappeared and Jesper turned to the guests, a grin taking place on his lips:“Well, it’s been an honour, y’all. I’m sure this day has become even more memorable than it should have been” then he stared at Mark: “Goodbye Mark, take care and don’t take on other gang members, they’re not all as soft as I am”

To everyone’s surprise (because no one had heard Wylan’s whisper to Jesper) the Zemeni walked away from the wedding with nonchalance, whistling a funny melody. Had that all been pointless comedy?

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Wylan was sitting in a chair in front of the mirror when he heard someone knock at the window glass: he looked at Jesper’s grin reflected in the mirror and he sighed, turning around and walking to the window to open it at let Jesper in.

Evidently he still had some little barrel habits, such as ignoring the existence of doors.

“So...” said the sharpshooter, not sure about how to behave now. He was with the boy he still loved after five years, he had just ruined his wedding: what did one say in such situations?

Wylan sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, touching his temples with his fingers: “What am I supposed to do, Jesper?”

Jesper froze: how could he possibly know? Wylan had to make the choice now, he had already given his speech. What was there left to say? 

“I love Mark, I really do. He made me... think a little less about you”

Jesper’s heart leapt as Wylan didn’t use the word “forget”. So he hadn’t forgotten about their story either. 

“Why should I be with you, mh?” continued the redhead opening his eyes and meeting Jesper’s gaze in the mirror: “Why shouldn’t I be out there marrying a guy who would never embarass me the way you did today?”

Jesper sighed and spoke nothing but what was in his heart: “Because you wouldn’t be here with me if you didn’t still love me, but out there celebrating your marriage. Because Mark would have known who I was if you weren’t too afraid to tell him about me, about us”

Jesper stepped forward and placed a hand on Wylan’s shoulder: “Because I know your eyes so damn well and I know when you’re happy. You weren’t when you were telling your vows. You weren’t when you were going to say I do. But you were when you saw me there, about to screw your wedding up”

Wylan snorted: he wanted to tell Jesper to fuck off, but he couldn’t lie to himself. Jesper was right, he was so right. He had felt something when the sharpshooter has showed up, and that something was relief, happines, maybe love. 

“Let’s run away together, Wy. I have a carriage waiting for me outside. Come with me and I promise I’ll make you happy. Hell, we can get married if that’s what you want. Just...” Jesper leaned forward and rested his lips on Wylan’s neck, leaving a soft kiss there, feeling his skin tremble: “Just come with me”

Wylan closed his eyes again, feeling Jesper’s touch after so much time and immediatly wanting much, much more.

But he couldn’t just leave like that. He owed something to Mark, to his parents, to their guests. He just couldn’t screw everything up because he wanted to run away with Jesper.

“I’ve missed you so much, Jes” he whispered: “But you have to let me think. It’s... it’s so complicated to make a choice right now”

It’s so complicated to focus on anything other than your scent, other than your lips.

“Go in your carriage and... if you don’t see me in an hour, leave. Then you’ll know what my decision is”

Jesper felt - again - something break inside him: had that all been for nothing? Saints, he really hoped not. He opened his mouth to say something more, but the words died on his lips: now there really was nothing left to say. He just had to wait and hope for a miracle.

He smiled at Wylan and he silently left, climbing down the window and reaching for his carriage.

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“Time’s up” said Kaz, checking his clock: “We have to go, Jesper”

“No, we wait”

Kaz lifted an eyebrow and looked at Inej: since when did Jesper discuss his decisions? The Wraith sighed and, despite how much she had hoped in Wylan’s return, she had to speak in Kaz’s favour.

“We waited for an hour and a half, Jes, it’s even more than he gave you. He...” she hesitated: “He has made his choice”

“Well it’s the wrong one!” screamed Jesper, hiding his face in his palms and trying to calm down. That couldn’t be how it ended. It just couldn’t.

He felt Inej’s delicate hand rest on his shoulder: “You don’t have a say in other people’s decisions. I know you put all your heart in trying to get him back, but... maybe he’s happy. Maybe you have to try and move on”

“Or maybe he just has to stop screwing weddings up to get one single person back”

Wylan’s voice reached Jesper’s ears like a sweet melody: he lifted his head and he met his beautiful blue eyes, his sincere smile - was he dreaming or was that actually a grin?

“Wylan... it’s been an hour and a half, we could’ve not been here anymore, you idiot!”

Wylan laughed: “But you are. I hoped you’d wait a little more for me. And even if you were gone, do you really think I wouldn’t have come looking for you?”

Jesper laughed back, releasing all his tension: “You leave me speechless”

“Wow, this turned out to be a unique day, indeed”

Jesper stepped forward and took Wylan’s hand: “What took you so long?”

“As I said, I couldn’t just leave all those people there. I had to explain, especially to Mark. I know you two didn’t exactly hit it off, but he’s a nice guy and he deserved it”

Jesper rolled his eyes, but in the end he didn’t care: Wylan was there, he had chosen him. 

One hand in the other, Jesper stared at Wylan as he dragged him in the carriage, followed by Kaz and Inej: “So... where to, Mister?”

Wylan smiled, looking at him straight in his deep gray eyes: “Anywhere with you”

[sadlysober]

like to watch you suffer

Dream Team roomates x gn!reader Summary: Youre playing a scary game and your roommates come in to laugh at you support you. Warnings: swearing, shitty description of bloody/creepy things. lmk when you find any! A/N: just watched Tommy’s fnaf stream and i died. If you have any tips, requests or ideas, feel free to send them in :)

Starting up Twitch with hesitation as you check your subscriber count one last time to be sure. You reached your subgoal on your last stream and promised the chat to play a spooky game. Playing mostly family friendly games and usually with a group of friends, you weren’t exactly excited to be playing 2017′s Resident Evil 7. Clips from Jack and Felix only made you dread this moment even more. Appearantly your chat loves seeing you scared shitless.

You start your stream as you normally would: greating the chat, answering some dono’s. “I actually hate you guys for making me do this. But we’re gonna try it anyways. I have a slight idea what’s coming and am mentally not prepared, so let’s see how long I will last before crapping my pants.” You force a smile at your camera and start the game.

The first hour was doable, a couple of jumpscares and some bloody stuff. A few of the jumpscares made you squeal, while the disgusting cutscenes made you want to throw up. Losing your focus on the game as you read some of the dono’s. A lot of them were about the game and people wishing you a good stream. A couple of questions about the Dream Team popped up. “What is George up to? I think he might be streaming as well I’m not -” The loud noise in your headphones, accompanied by a bloody faces canabal with a chainsaw made you shriek, followed by a ton of swear words and you taking of your headphones, rolling your chair away from your desk.

As you sit a couple of feet away from your desk you hear a door closing and footsteps in the hallway. You open your door and call out. “Gogy?” Your chat can’t hear the boy answering you. “You busy? No? Want to join my suffering? Yeah ofcourse you do, bring a chair!” The dark haired boy walks into your room rolling his chair in, a tad too excited. Your chat went insane, seeing him come through the door.

“You already died? Damn, N/N.” He teased, sitting down next to you. His legs propped up on his chair, face popping in and out of the frame.

“Would you like to try, Gogy?” You mimicked his accent, causing George to lean back into his chair. “Alright, goodluck not dying.” He said in the saltiest voice he could. You put your headphones back on, plugging in a second pair for George and handing him the headphones. You continue playing the game, almost getting used to the disgustingness of the house.

“N/N, I have to agree with chat, seeing you being a scaredy cat is hilarious.” In the meantime you’re turning into Y/N “I am going to shit myself” Y/L/N. George just laughs at you while hanging out with the chat. Yet he too flinches at the jumpscares. “Guys, the reason you can’t see George right now is because he is a big pussy.” You laugh, recieving a soft punch to your arm in return.

Another half hour of you and George sitting on the edges of your chairs until Nick decides to have some fun. After hearing you yell a couple of times he’d tune into your stream. He waited for the right moment; you had just finished a cut scene and was wandering though the dark house that felt like a maze. The squeaky sound of the door opening made you lean back in your chair a bit more, as if something or someone would jump out of the room behind it.

The door behind you flew open with a loud bang, causing you and George to yielp. Followed by another jumpscare in the game. “Fuck you Sapnap, you little shit cunt fuck you-” You utter under your breath as you try your best not to die in game.

“Sapnap!” George whined. “What? I heard there was a party.” The boy stood in your doorframe, a cheeky grin covering his face. “Can I join?” He somewhat asked, already pulling out a chair to sit down besides you.

“Fine, but no more messing around or I’ll end the fucking stream guys.” Your chat excitedly greated him. Spamming you there will be a savepoint in a bit. “Alright guys I’m just gonna go for one more savepoint, if i don’t die from adrenaline overdose by then.”

The boys on your sides bickered while you were trying to find the way out. “Go left.” Nick hinted. “Don’t listen to him, N/N.” George told you. They were like some twisted kind of devil/angel pair on your shoulders. “Have you played this before Gogy?” Nick spat, looking over to the boy on the other side of you. “No, but they came from-” He tried to defend himself, before getting cut off. “That’s what I thought, leave it to the pro then.” 

Trusting Nick’s gut you followed his instruction and went left. The sound of your footsteps are accompanied by heavy breathing, you look around with the little light you have. When you don’t immediatly die and thank Nick for the advice. A loud noice makes you turn around as you watch some creepy dolls fall down. “The sounds are honestly the creepiest thing about this game.” You say, continuing to walk around the room, looking for clues. Nick watches you, unbothered by the scary sounds as he doesn’t have any headphones on. “Chat why do you keep spamming ‘DEATH’? I’m not dying, I am clearly a pro.” You say proudly, not being as scared and jumpy as you had been. Yet the grin appearing on Nick’s face is telling you you should be. Moments later it became clear why. A loud screech, followed by one of the residents running towards you holding an axe and piercing the weapon through your chest.

The boy next to you dies of laughter, panting as he tries to catch his breath. “Your face- oh my god you face.” You shake your head at the boy. “Why did I even trust you in the first place. I thought you knew where the exit was.” You say, a tiny bit dissapointed in yourself for falling for it, but also laughing as George almost falls out of his chair from laughter. “Oh, but I do know where the exit is.” Nick teases. You look the boy dead in the eye and start debating whether or not to continue the game.

“100 subs and they’ll continue.” George tells your chat. “Guys, no-” It only took a couple of seconds until the counter was halfway there.

dreamwastaken has gifted 50 subs: go until the next savepoint

"Let’s go, N/N, you heard the big man.” You look straight into your camera and sigh. Alt-tabbing to swearword at Clay on Discord before going back to the game. “I hate every single one of those 50 subs and Dream. One more savepoint and that’s it!” 

George nudges your arm, asking if Clay can join your little scary party. “Do I really need more critisism? What do we think chat? Spam 1 if you want Dream here, 2 if you don’t.” The chats start pouring in. “No, you’re supposed to spam 2 guys! Why aren’t you on my side. Argh, fine.” You shut your camera off and wait for Clay to come in. “No face reveal today guys.” George comments on your chat going crazy.

“You can sit on my lap Dream.” Nick said jokingly, tapping his lap. “I’d rather sit on George’s.” “No way.” The boys bicker back and forth. 

“Dream, get out of the frame I’m turning my camera back on.” The tall guy settles on your bed, being able to see your monitor and the two guys next to you.

“Why do you keep dying, N/N?” He teases as you respawn in game.

“Think you can do better?” You ask, taking a right this time.

“I know I can.” You hear him mutter from the bed behind you.

You press pause, taking your hand of the controller. “Alright guys, you're all talk, why don’t you give it a try huh.”

“Cause we like watching you suffer.” Clay answers. You look over to your roommates, each and every one of them grinning at you.

With a loud sigh you continue playing the game, causing a lot of giggles and teasing as you almost have a heart attack. Nick and Clay keep their commentary coming as George mainly focusses on your chat. You get to the savepoint and finally end the stream.

Turning around in your chair so you face Clay. “I really hate you guys, that was the scariest shit I’ve ever played.”

George rests his arm on your shoulder. “No you don’t.”

“You love us.” Nick adds.

[watchinglikeafangirl]

Light on me Ep 11

I think I get the point now though I'm not sure I do. I just think it's amazing we're in Ep 11 out of 16 and still don't know whom Tae-Gyeong will end up with. Things are not as clear as they unusally are in TV series because life is not clear as day. Decisions pop up in your head and you're lost at some points plus the others don't know the answer either. It's as simple as that: nobody knows anything about life. "Light on me" manages to mirror this confusion and love triangles in real life are not as easily to understand - when you find yourself in one - as shows might show it. That's why, despite of this ep being frustrating as hell, it stays interesting. I still wanna know. I still wanna see.

Things are getting more complicated with every episode. Everything is tangled and knotted together. Da-On's backing away has a lot to do with the comments he gets from other students, as well as what Tae-Gyeong says to him and despite what the teacher told him because the school president puts pressure on him. It's a whole mess, so let me try to explain it - mostly to myself.

So, we start off with comments such as "Shouldn't you at least explain yourself?" and "Aren't you a bit too open-minded?" The normal reaction is not answering directly, like Tae-Gyeong, or denying the rumors, like Da-On. This is their biggest difference and issue right now. Tae-Gyeong is not ashamed whereas Da-On is, probably because he feels people are disappointed of him. His problem is with expectations and only he himself knows what he truly feels. I think he believes it helps to not let others in, to not let them know, but he comes to realize by the end of this ep, he accomplished the exact opposite. People don't cross him any more and he doesn't thank anyone who tries to protect him from the hate because he's too selfish to see. He's lost in his head, devided into two possible actions and just doesn't care about the world. It clearly shows with him ignoring Tae-Gyeong who wants to sort things out between them.

See, the thing is, a shitstorm is bad, it goes away, sure, but still, it's aweful, and it brings negative sideeffects with it, but he has the opportunity to not suffer that much. He's not the only victim here. Tae-Gyeong has a saying in this too and they could sort things out because Tae-Gyeong is the only one who can understand him at this moment, but Da-On chooses to feel even more horrible because he wants to punish himself for leading Tae-Gyeong on in the first place. Still, he looks selfish. He doesn't want to clean up the mess he made. That would mean actually spending even more thoughts on it. He doesn't see, the outcome would be more positive. So, yeah, Da-on doesn't believe in himself.

"You can say you're not okay from time to time."

"If your parents find out about this, you know we'll be in a tight spot."

Da-On doesn't dare fighting against the world, so he leaves Tae-Gyeong behind and verifies all the negative theories about what an aweful person he is, to escape the scenery and not be held as responsible any longer.

Tae-Gyeong is just lost at this point. Like I said, he's not ashamed and he never will be. He would even admit it. He feels responsible for what happened but he knows, he's not the only one involved in this matter, so he waits for Da-On to come, to reach out. But since Da-On doesn't, Tae-Gyeong addresses the matter. "Do you even want to talk to me." It's mostly ever been Tae-Gyeong being the first to say anything. It makes him feel like Da-On is totally fine without him, like he's not special to him, like he is as close to him as everyone else, though he knows it's not true, but Da-On won't appreciate him. He lets Tae-Gyeong believe everything the world says he is and Tae-Gyeong doesn't know what to believe. Should he believe what the world says or what he once saw? Is Da-On just good at lying or really feeling something? He chooses the first one. It's not like Da-On denies it...

Da-On does seem selfish and he truly is but it's not like it doesn't affect him, it's not like it doesn't hurt him. He's just really scared of the world.

But he broke Tae-Gyeong by not being honest or sincere. Everyone deserves the truth and not "what's good is good". What does that even mean? Tagging along with everything because the other person will feel good? Others feel good about honesty, not fake smiles. Tae-Gyeong feels like he's just been the victim of one of Da-On's bice guestures. That's not only rejection, he can deal with that, no, that's fakery.

Da-On runs off and Tae-Gyeong goes home alone. He then meets Shin-Woo who was waiting for him to check on him. Shin-Woo knows Da-On way longer and I think he knew before, this confrontation won't be good. He probably knows that feeling himself. So, instead of saying "I'm sorry", he tries to cheer Tae-Gyeong up, makes sure he doesn't feel small.

"If you want to cry, just cry... I can't just leave you here but I can pretend I didn't see anything."

Guys, I want a Shin-Woo in my life. This man is teaching me how to comfort sad people, honestly. How can someone be so understanding?

Okay, so, let's get to Namgung because this man makes me smile every episode and he is truly a badass. He mostly has just one or maybe two scenes but he clearly has boundaries. Loyalty is extremely important to him. That's why he talked So-Hee down and that's why he goes to these inapropriate students.

I laughed so hard at their faces...

The other time I laughed - more giggled - was when these girls at Lee So-Hee's high school tried to figure out who might be the one behind the photo and they immediatly suspect So-Hee and even come up with the right explaination. Hah. Girls surely know how other girls think, what they are capable off because they don't speak directly. (I'm only talking about clichés here and So-Hee is such a cliché)

Well, I don't really know why I wrote this analysis tbh, but I had fun XD

This is just me trying to explain it to myself...

[grazieschillivera]

All is found

Summary: you are new to the group and have still struggle to get along with Billy until an incident brings you both a bit more together

pairings: Billy Butcher x reader

Note: My first writing since years(!), english is not my native language (thats why I didn’t even dare to write Billy in his accent), i tried to make Billy a bit soft in this story hope it worked out

Word count: ca. 2600

The whole group made a little trip outside off town to interview a formal worker of Vought.It was your fourth week, working with all of this people.And even tough you had the feeling, that you never really fit in, since you happened to come in this group by accident, today you had a really good feeling for the first time, that this stupid time of uneasiness and distrust was over.

Other then the rest Vought didn't know you, nor were you an official woker or a vicitm off this company.Hughie simply walked into your store, completly in a state of shock and spilled almost everything of his last months and all the horrible stuff that had happened to him and all the things he found out about americas beloved heros.

After your shock started to fade away, you took him by the arm and shoved him with you in a more hidden corner of the store.No words or hugs could comfort him , this dude was done with this world, only after several minutes he would calm down.Once this was done, you promised to support him and his little group.Only seconds after that, a huge man with a grumpy look stood in the door frame, near both off you.That was your first encounter with Billy Butcher and even when he was officially fine with you joining the team, (also to make sure you don't tell anything off this information to Vought itself ) you both had escepcially a hard time to get along.

Only the rest of the group started to become used to your presence and you being part ot them now.

But today was a breakthroug, even so strong, that you had the power to decide to go into a pub to celebrate your first achievment since days.Not only could you manage to bring the former Vought worker to spill the information you needed you also prevented him from escaping and endager the group.You ran after him and cut him off.Billy undertook from there , leaving a chilling feeling in your stomach, when he walked past you with a low-key aproving smile, that almost spreed across his whole lips.

After that the mood was lifted and a hint of hope poped up in your mind – maybe Billy wasn't that bad.He even brought you a new drink, when you sat in the pub.

You really liked to listen to their conversations filled with weird information about them and the proper teasing for that.Even you got involved , when it came to you becoming a teacher and that it showed up in their missions, when you would try to manage problems more pedagogical , like today with the former Vought member.They had a really good laugh at it and while you hide your blushing behind your hands you got a glance of how Billy looked at you, smirking in his familiar way, that made your cheeks even warmer.

Some time later you sat in the car with Billy, who agreed to drive you back home, after the rest of the group went to bed in their hideout.You started to become sober again, even though you didn't drink that much.You let the windowpane cool your head.

With a quiet thank you and sat up on your spot and wanted to get out of the car when you recognised your apartment tower but Billy bend over and reached out for your car door to close it again.

,,What?You wanna come up with me?'', you asked halfheartedly but your giggles went off when you saw Billy's unimpressed gaze turn away from you.

,,Is that your your window?'', he asked and nod in the direction (and you could swear there was a rest of a smile on his lips.)

,,Oh.'' was all you could say when you saw that it was open, even though you always made sure to lock all of them before you go.

,,You stay with us for tonight.'', said Billy.

But before he could drive away you got out of the car.

,,Are you stupid?Get back in.''

,,Maybe I just forgot to close it, I will go and check on it.'', you said and turned around.

You could hear how Billy got out of the car.

,,There will be Vought cunts just waiting for you to come back.Don't be stupid and come back.'' said Billy already getting annoyed.

You looked at your apartment tower, still unsure what to do.But when your eyes saw that every window and even the entrance door was still opened, you decided you had to go inside.

,,Y/N!'' Billy hissed through his teeth, when you ran to the tower and left him behind you.

You tried to listen carefully for any suspicious noises and scanned everything on your way until you had reached your flat.Even that door was open and your eyes started to fill with tears as your worries turned out to become true.

You sneaked inside and looked in every room for some people or any other suprise, but there was nothing you could find despite a huge chaos.Nothing was in your shelves or tables anymore while the whole floor was a mess.

After you knew you were alone you had enough courage to turn on the lights and call for your cat.You repeated your searching but you couldn't find her and cursed the person who left the doors open.

That you were on Voughts radar now and that your flat was a complete mess was the smallest worry for you in that moment.

You couldn't help yourself but cry.

,,God!What are you still doing here?'' you asked when you recognised Billy in the room.

You immediatly swollowed you sobbs and truned yourself away from his gaze.

,,You can call yourself lucky that nothing happend, do you know that?Just grab your study stuff and hurry up, who knows what they are up to.'' said Billy.

,,For god's sake I don't care about that.'' you said , your voice was still uneven through your despair.

You stood up from the floor, you had kneeled on and started your searching all over again.

,,Can you stop being a cunt and listen to me.Its just a flat , Y/N!'', said Billy, standing in your way.

,,As if I would care about that.I can't find my cat.'' you admited , a bit embarassed when Billy rolled his eyes.,,She must have become scared and ran outside.''

Billy turned his head away and noticed now the photo of you and your cat some steps away on the ground.

,,Your a crazy cat lady!I always wondered what your blemish would be... besides your strange dance moves.'', said Billy.

You decided to argue about your dance skills at another time.

,,No I'm not.She is just the only one I had for the last years.'' you said, the last part a bit more rumbling.

,,Well I can't see her- lets hurry back home.'' Billy said all confident with his behavior.

,,Fuck off.There is no way I'm coming with you.''

,,Vought knows about you and where you live, its not safe here.'' said he and reached for your hand to carry you with him but you refused.

,,Listen up-'' said he but you interrupted him.

,,No.You listen up now.''you started off but Billy grined down at you.

,,I spend the last weeks on helping you guys and decided to risk everything I have.But I will not leave without my cat..'' you said.

,,Fuck I knew Hughie fucked up when he talked to you than and brought you in our group.You're risking everything just for a cat.You thought this would be a funny adventure but it's not.Its serious- but you're not taking it that way- no wonder, you have no reason for that. '' Billy said with raised voice.

,,No reason?Thats why you can't seem to like me?'' you asked.

,,No its beacuse you're fucking everything up right now.''

,,This is so typical of you.You're just so focused on your goal that you never help others with their problems.I know about Becca and I'm really sorry for that, honestly.That's even my current motivation to not end this whole thing here.And even if this is just a stupid cat, I'm not going without her.I just can't walk away.'' you said and your eyes started to fill up with tears again and your mind started to get flashbacks.

In the moment you mentioned Becca , Billy froze on his spot and his eyes were filled with anger.With almost no air in your lungs you planted yourself in front of him and waited.He never said anything, he just grumbled and walked outside.

Now you were alone and you had no idea what consequences that would have for you.

You searched in your flat again before went outside and continued your search, still aware that some danger might wait for you out there.

When you walked the streets down you dared to look around for Billy's car but it was gone.That killed your last bit of hope that you hadn't just kicked yourself out of the group.

After some time you gave up and walked home without your cat or your friend.You started to get rid of the mess, that was still in your flat untill a knock made your freeze.With a improvised weapon you opened the doof carefully.

,,Please tell me I got the right one'', said Billy, standing in the door frame with a cat on his arm, which was covered in some scratches.

You noded full of disbelvieve and reached out for your cat before you held her close to your heart, while repeating several thank you's.

,,Its not that I intended to find her'' Billy said (but he actually did)

You could feel that there was still tension between you and Billy and you were really sorry for that.

,,I guess I really fucked up then.I'm sorry, honestly I didn't mean to scream at you.'' you said.

,,That was your 'screaming'? You'll have to work on that when you might have to share the couch with Hughie.'' said Billy.,,Who would have known that you can become so feisty?Speaks for you to be a crazy cat lady.'' he added before you disappeard in your bedroom.

You couldn't hide your smile when you turned around to gather up your belongings.

,,Its about finding stuff.'' you said before you could enter the hideout and made Billy wait a second before he got inside.

,,Some supe blew my families house up.He wanted to catch someone, but failed to aim his gaze.I was outside on the fields when I saw how the whole thing just went up in the air.I ran down but I couldn't find my parents in this bruning mess nor that supe.I stood there all alone on those fields and couldn't see anything - it was as if nothing of it ever was really there.I just...start to freak out when I can't find things that are important to me – it makes me freak out.'' you said like a confession.

,,So you want vengeance?'' Billy asked.

,,Nope.I guess I will never see this dude again.I just want to prevent such things from others – Losing something really sucks.'' you said and Billy knew what your hint behind that was.In that moment he looked at you in way you didn't know yet and couldn't describe.

,,Thats so typical pedagogical bullshit, but you have a point there.'' he said defeated but still unimpressed and spoiled the moment you both had a second ago.Just two people , both hurt the same way, looking at each other with that on their mind.

,,Oh fuck off Billy, we had our first sentimental topic right know.'' you said , frustrated that he had to mocked you with your study again.

,,Welcome to the team.'' he said and went inside.

You first feared that you lost your chance to get along with Billy but when you found yourself on the couch with your cat within the next minutes, you felt the quite the opposite.

It wasn't the tidiest place but when you looked around and saw everyone from the group already asleep, you felt this almost forgotten kind of peace.

Billy watched you from the kitchen island and walked to you to plant his hand on your shoulder for a brief moment, and handed you a cup of tea.

,,Don't get used to that treatment.''

You shook your head eagerly and took your tea in quiet appreciation, while looking up to him.Earning an unsure look that turned into his familiar smile.

,,Crazy Cat Lady.'' you heard him mumble into his beard but deep down you knew that this was a good sign.

[sourbkg]

I've caught a stomach bug and I feel awful. Might I request a fluff/comfort fic for a sick female reader and Aizawa and Present Mic. Thanks ;u;

i hope you feel better! make sure to take medicine and drink lots of water! also, i didn’t know if you meant seperate or together so i did it with erasermic. if this isn’t how u wanted lmk pls 😳😗🥺

erasermic x sick!reader

“Don’t you move a muscle!” Yamada yelled from his place at the foot of the bed, shirt half buttoned and pants undone while an accusatory finger pointed at you. He looked a mess, honestly, hair still unstyled with his leather jacket hanging from his shoulder.

You decided to do the opposite of what he said, despite the protests your body gave you with achy muscles, “I have to get ready for work—“

“No you don’t.” A gruff voice responded from behind you, pulling you back against his chest to the bed. Aizawa pulled the covers back over the two of you and continued to mumble, “you had a fever last night and you still feel warm. You shouldn’t exert yourself when you’re sick.”

“You’re one to talk.” You grumbled, but made yourself comfortable against his chest anyways ,”I should call my agency and... let them... know...”

With the warmth of Aizawa’s arms surrounding you and the pounding in your head begging to be eased, you fell asleep. Yamada made a small noise, ready to coo at your sleeping form, but remembered the initial reason he was even getting dressed. He had to get soup! And medicine! And other things you give people when they’re sick!

Without a second thought, he pressed a chaste kiss to both of his significant others foreheads, fixed his clothes, and left, ready to be back to take care of you.

——

When Yamada arrived back home, it took everything for his heart to not burst. You just looked so cute cuddling with Aizawa! Such a sight is something he’d never get over, even after being married for over five years.

He let the two of you sleep, opting to prepare the soup he bought from the store instead, and brought it back to you when it was done, along with some medicine.

“Hey.” He nudged you slight. Aizawa’s eyes opened almost immediatly, stifling a yawn. You remained asleep. “Heeyy, babe.” He nudged you again, and you responded by burying your face into Aizawa’s shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I brought you soup.” The blonde chuckled. Aizawa shifted the two of you so you were sitting up and you let out a small sniffle that was followed by a series of coughs.

“Thank you.” You said quietly after the coughs subsided. You carefully took the bowl into your own hands, relishing in the warmth it brought, and ate it slowly. When you were finished with the bowl, Yamada offered you some medicine and water that you took gladly.

“I called your agency for you, too. Let ‘em know you had a fever. They said for you to call tomorrow and let them know how you’re feeling.” Yamada pressed his hand to your forehead softly.

“Mm. Thank you. You two probably shouldn’t be around me, you might get sick.” You leaned back against Aizawa despite this claim, him easily wrapping his arms around your form.

“S’okay, darlin’, we have strong immune systems.” Yamada chimed, pointing a thumb at himself with a proud smile.

You let out a noise of indifference, ready to fall back asleep. Aizawa was prepared, carefully pulling you back against his chest and laying down with you while Yamada took his clothes off and got back into his pajamas. The blonde slipped under the covers soon after, sandwiching you between the two of them, and you hummed, easily falling back to sleep with the two following your lead.

——

bonus:

A week later, Yamada was a sniffling, coughing, snotty mess. Aizawa was in perfect health, to your surprise, despite him being the one who ended up spending the better half the days with you while you were sick and went to work for the day, leaving you with the blonde.

“What happened to that strong immgune system?” You asked with a laugh, offering Yamada some water to take his medicine with.

He gave you a pout, followed by a cough. “Be nice to me, I’m sick.”

“If I wanted to be mean, I’d make you make your own soup or take a shower by yourself.” You teased.

“You wouldnt.” He gasped dramatically.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.”

[littlx-songbxrd]

The last hour among us AU

So, I said I wouldnt do this

But I did it

Thanks to @grangerstairs for listening to me rant and helping me with some of these

Oka this is gonna be a mess

Overall headcanons

Them playing always results in someone getting threatened with a seraph blade but its fun!

Ok Jesse is always the first one killed for some reason and kinda rules the ghost chat, but he never leaves and just continues on doing hes tasks

James is suspicious, of everyone. He trust no one

Lucies a good impostor, but she never kills Cordelia and that kinda gives her away

For some reason Lucie can read the ghost chat but all she does is flirt with Jesse and try to get him to tell her who the impostor is

Mathew throws out wild accusations, almost always says alastairs sus

Actually no everyone is always saying Alastairs sus

This pisses him off cause whenever hes making any real accusations he gets voted off cause of bloody fairchild

Alastair: "Its Anna, I saw her vent when I found the body in electrical"

Mathew: Idk Alastairs kinda sus

Alastair: gets voted off

Thomas tries to defend Alastair because he knows his friends are just all throwing out of context accusations at him but hes kinda powerless

He once called an emergency meeting to tell everyone to behave because Lucie kept saying James was sus, Mathew kept acussing everyone (even dead people) for the drama and they lost kit, twice

Thomas is actually very observant so he doesnt make accusations often, but when he does hes almost always right

Christopher is simply there to have a good time and gets caught up doing tasks

He honestly forgets hes supposed to be looking out for the impostor so he almost always gets killed after Jesse in electrical

He likes the wires-

After three straight games of him being killed Thomas decides to stick with him to make sure hes not killed in electrical, again

Cordelia tries to stick with Lucie because she knows wether shes the impostor or not she'd never kill her

For some reason Cordelia is really good at the card admin thing and no one understands why

Thomas, Cordelia and Christopher are the only ones who ever get their tasks done

Mathew has never once in his life finished his tasks

Hes here for the drama of the game

The betrayl, the bloodshed, the TRAGEDY. Hes not here to fix wires

Also to mess with James while he does sus things and follows him around

For some reason even if he swears his not James is always acting sus

Hes an easy target to pawn off on if they've already eliminated poor Alastair

Charles plays very rarely, but when he does they all have an unspoken agreement to vote him off

Charles "I think-"

Alastair "Charles is sus"

Mathew "For once I agree with Carstairs"

There was this one time Charles really was the impostor so that was a... win win?

Theres an unspoken agreement that if you vote for christopher you're immediatly sus

Like "are you blind???? Christopher?????"

Mathew and Anna are always trolling the chat

Beside Thomas, Anna is the only other person to make good accusations

But shes having too much fun trolling with Mathew to actually take the game seriously half the time

Shes here to watch James be scared, Lucie go into full on sherlock mode and watch Alastair get thrown off the vent

Christopher never knows who to vote for so he always either skips or votes for the last person they wrote was sus on the chat

He accidently once voted for Thomas cause Mathew jokingly accused him and Thomas has never been so dissapointed

Colors and names

Jesses so tires of being killed his name is literally ghost~ and is white

Lucies cyan and probably has princess Lucretia to promote her wip while James is black for the aesthetic and probably has a book character name

Mathews lime and whoever refers to him as light green gets on his to kill list for when hes impostor. Also hes name is Oscar Wilde what did you expect?

Christopher for some god forsaken reason, is orange. Probs has kit

Cordelia is pink and has daisy as her name

Thomas and Alastair lit have the most boring names Thomas was Thomas L and Alastair literally just put Carstairs F in chat

Thomas is dark green while Alastairs red

Anna is blue and puts random names every match

Cordelia always has a flower as her accesory and its adorable, specially when shes killing people with her flower

Chriatopher has a plant, cause he likes plants

Lucie has a little antenna

Mathew and Anna are always changing their accessories every game in the name of fashion

Impostors

So the best impostor pair are Cordelia and Alastair

Everyone thinks they'd be horrible but if theres one thing the carstair siblings hate is loosing

They have a persian mother with a temper THESE KIDS KNOW HOW TO LIE AND LIE GOOD

With Cordelia there to stop Alastair from being voted off their unstopable

They have a good strategy, they're kills are evened out just enough for them to not get caught and have a very detailed venting system developed

They always pawn off on james saying hes sus to Lucie who always believes Cordelia

James: "Lucie I was WITH YOU-"

Lucie: "Yeah but Daisy says youre sus and thats all the prove I need"

The only real argument they've had was when Cordelia didnt want to kill Lucie

Alastair fought her on it but she said "then kill Thomas"

They unifficially made an agreement and Cordelia killed Thomas while Alastair killed Lucie

The only time they've ever been caught was when they killed mathew in the beggining and Anna was actually paying attention

Overall the BEST impostors DO NOT mess with the Carstair siblings

The worst impostors are actually mathew and christopher

Christopher never knows who to kill so he just follows Mathew around. And Mathew just kills Alastair and calls it a day

They never win, they suck

If Alastair is the first to be killed instead of being voted off, you can 100% assume Mathews the impostor

Anna is actually a really good impostor, unlike Lucie she spares no one and kills whoever she needs

Shes ruthless, has won often

The worst Christophers ever done as impostor is sabotage the lights and kill Jesse in electrical

While Thomas was still with him so he gets voted off

The most unpredictable impostor is actually Thomas

Hes a wild card, hes killing pattern is iregular, hes quiet so no one suspects him, but he doesnt hold back

If he can kill you, he will

Sure he'll fill bad about it but he will

Cannot for the love of life pawn off others when hes accused, thats how hes caught

Alastairs a good impostor, but without Cordelia always gets voted off by bloody fairchild

James always kills Lucie cause she keeps calling him sus

Once he killed Mathew and he started monologing in the ghost chat about betrayl

"by my OWN PARABATAI-"

Thats all I have for today! Please dont let this flop I worked really hard and my thumbs hurt lol

[axymmetryx]

Ladykeep

Arthur Conan Doyle | Ikemen Vampire

a messy imagine for mr. doyle. didn't even read this as a whole and it's a mess. i'm a mess. :c

Day Two: Tea

"... ! What is your problem, Arthur?!" A very loud, annoyed -pissed- Theo, grumpily stomped up beside Arthur's table after being hit on the face with a flying crumped up paper.

Theo rapped his fingers across his friend's table impatiently, watching the writer groan and did some unhumanly kicks while throwing an exasperated hand on his head, ruffling his hair in the process.

"Well?" Arthur shoved his face on his table as the brunette man questioned him. He looked up at his friend while his cheek is still pressed over the stack of messy paperworks and pouted, "Theo, I'm in need of attention!" he whined and did a small tantrum again, which, he knows, puts Theo in an even badder mood.

Arthur saw his friend's eye twitching instantly and losing all interest in the world before attempting to walk away, and he immediatly shot up to grab the boy's sleeves.

"Off to the pub we go!" he announced to the open, and saw Theo lifting up his chair and was half ready to smack his head without any remorse, but he pulled Theo out the door before he uttered another word, that he was sure as hell, wouldn't even open an ear for.

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"Arthur, my man! Welcome back." Arthur mustered up a grin, as he saw the pub's owner greeting him with a delighted look that Arthur deemed too genuine for a guy who does too much 'sales-talking', he catched the owner's hand in a familiar handshake before directing the latter's attention to his companion, "Great to be back, Pops! Even brought an extra here." he gestured to an unbothered Theo who just nodded in acknowledgement, trying to ignore Arthur's way of introduction. "Good! Well, hope you both have a heated night, if you know what I mean."

The pair walked towards the counter for a seat after a dreadful talk with the owner as Theo called it, and gestured up for a barkeep. Arthur did a scan around the dimly lit room, trying to spot any good ol' meals for the night, noting a few of his interests as his eyes did a three-sixty. He toned out the sound of Theo's nagging about him being a dick, as he bop his head along with the music in the background, he then patted his friend on the back in hopes of shutting him up, "Aw, have a little fun, Theo! Think of all the women that's about to swarm upon us! Speak of." Just as he was doing an encouragement speech, a group of women had really swarm up to them in hopes of attention.

"Oh, Arthur dear, I didn't notice you enter the pub, oh if I did, I wouldn't have let you in, and pulled you out to my carriage already!"

"Arthur, you're looking fine, tonight, I'd been waiting for you!"

"Arthur, who's your friend? It's the first time I've seen him here."

He was bombared with questions from all the women he was all too familiar with, but didn't fail to show a glimpse of playfulness, as a charming smile appeared on his face, but just as he was about to make a suggestive reply to one of them, he heard an unfamiliar voice behind him. He turned around as a fair maiden he had never seen before appear before his very eyes.

He lift his eyebrows in surprise as he realized that the girl was behind the counter, and asking for their order, but he covered his surprised look with a smirk as he leaned in over the counter to inch his face closer to the ladykeep, "What a fine lady you are, working as a barkeep." he lift a hand up to curl a strand of her hair on the tips of his fingers, forgetting about the crowd of women waiting for his attention behind him.

Even forgetting Theo, as the lad tried to slap away all the hands that tried to touch him, hoping to get a little privacy. Arthur noticed the ladykeep tremble a little at his act, and unconciously cracked a toothless smile.

"Just tell me what you want, sir." he heard a surprisingly confident reply, despite her trembling body, and he saw a flicker of irritation in the light of her eyes and pulled her hair out of his touch.

"Please, call me Arthur. And what if I want you?" his eyes glowed in the dim light of the pub, his voice sounding husky while blending with the party music.

"Sir, I'm not a drink." she said as a matter of fact, and Arthur couldn't hold back his amusement when she not only disregard his playful offer but also refused to call him by his name. He leaned back on his stool, trying to drown the thought that, she was infact a drink to his kind. Though he still grinned at the idea, he decided not to push it around her for now, if he wanted to get a moment alone with her.

"Alright then, dear, then get me the strongest coffee you can make." he flashed her his signature smile that could make a lot of women do almost absolutely anything for him.

He watched as the ladykeep looked at him as if he had lost his mind at his order, "If you wanted coffee, then go to a café, sir." was her obvious reply. His smile never falter even after seeing her showing less and less interest at him. But the smile he had did twitch a little when she offered her attention to Theo instead.

He had almost forgotten he had brought his friend with him, even forgotten the mob of women still clawing at his arms if it wasn't for the sudden lost of attention from this intriguing ladykeep he met. He turned quickly to the crowd and offered the sincerest apology he could pull, saying he was only here to accompany a friend.

Arthur turned his body back to the ladykeep who was just about to go back at the storage room, to probably get Theo's order, but he reached out to grab her arm.

"Hey, I still want the coffee, do find a way, sweetheart." he winked at her as she pulled away from him and openly rolled her eyes before sighing and continuing her way to the storage room.

A moment later, he watched as she emerged from the previously mentioned room and was now holding a tray with two drinks. A glass of colorful mixture of alcohol and a white cup filled with steaming hot liquid. He chuckled earnestly while watching her walk near them, "Splendid job, luv! You really went your way to get me what I want." he exclaimed once she placed down the steaming hot drink in front of him.

She then offered a smile at him, something he noticed was too fake and honestly too sudden for his liking. But he didn't pay no mind it, trying to cover up his thoughts of ways to get her to agree to spend the night with him.

He lift up the drink to his lips, and as he took a sip he immediately spat out the fluid in disgust, "Bollocks! What the-?" he coughed out, and then heard two deafening voices of laughter.

He looked up at Theo, realizing just now that he was definitely the mastermind of this ungrateful act. "Theo, you- ....! You know I hate tea!" he frowned, wiping the remaining liquid on his lips and tried to pat down his soaking pants, stinking of pure, ungrateful tea.

"Serves you right." he heard Theo mumble before humming and Arthur swore he saw devil horns on his friend's head.

He then looked up to see ladykeep trying to hold in her laughter but was obviously failing, as a few giggles left her pink lips. He thought she was too adorable to not take out on a date- wait! No, he was suppose to take her to bed. not on a date. No.

"Here. Sorry 'bout that." he snapped back to reality when he saw a pink handkerchief in front of his face, being offered to him by ladykeep.

He then switched back to putting on a playful grin as he accepted the handkerchief and patting it gently over his pants, "Why, thank you for worrying about me, luv! But this is partly your fault, so a simple apology is not enough!" he leaned in forward close to her again.

"Now, I think you owe me yourself tonight." he winked at her again and he noticed that she didn't tremble this time, and much to his surprise, he saw a glint in her eyes that didn't suggest any irritation like earlier.

"Arthur, I don't just give myself to anyone temporarily." he took note of the way she held her chin up when she uttered those words, especially when she actually called him by his name - if that ain't the hottest thing he heard, he didn't know what else- and he also took note of how barely visible the smile she offered right then and there and he thought that taking her out on a date might be a good idea after all, and so he smiled.

"Well then tell me you'd give yourself to me, for a lifetime."

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Bonus!

"This little piece of- have you forgotten that you dragged me in here?!" Theo grumbled in annoyance, downing in his drink in one gulp as he refused to watch his friend and the lady barkeep making heart eyes at each other.

"Ugh, disgusting. Get a damn room!" He shouted at them both, feeling betrayed altogether.

"We will, thanks Theo!" He saw Arthur grinning at him while standing up and taking the barkeep with him outside.

"Dipshit. You owe me."

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End.

[transformationloveb]

Please Don't Save Me (A Sanders Sides Fanfiction)

~premise: After the events of 'Putting others first' Roman's self confidence has hit rock bottom, and he has made a decision to go kill himself. Janus and Patton find a s*icide note Roman left outside his door, and they run into the imagination to go stop him~

Includes: Suicide attempt, self harm, depression,

Ships: Hints to Roceit

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Roman rose up into his room and slid down to the ground with his back against the door.

This wasn't an uncommon occurance after videos with the other sides, the princely side was used to The other sides' painful words that tended to show up during videos. However this time it was different. And in a worse way.

Roman shakingly sighed, a few tears sliding down his face. He stood up and walked over to the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, staring at his reflection with a mix of sadness and anger on his face.

It wasn't fair. The one time he got any chance to be listened to turned out horribly. And now the other sides probably hate him even more now. Heck, even Thomas probably hates him now. Roman opened up a drawer in the sink, inside there was a few items, one of which being a utility knife. Roman took out the knife and rolled up one of his sleeves. His arm was bandaged, he had told the other sides if they ever saw the bandages that he had gotten some injuries in the imagination while fighting. But that was far from the truth.

Roman set the utility knife on top of the sink and took off a few of the bandages near his wrist. The now uncovered part of his arm was covered in self-harm scars. Some looking like they'd been there for months, others looking more recent. Roman grabbed the utility knife in his hand and made a cut in his arm, wincing a bit at the pain.

He deserved this. He deserved worse. Roman looked up at himself in the mirror, horrible thoughts zooming through his head. Suddenly, he gets an idea.

"That's it!"

Roman quickly bandages his wrist again and pulls down his sleeve before running into the main area of his room. "Now, where the hell did I leave that extra paper?"

--With Janus and Patton--

Janus and Patton rise up into the living room of the mind palace. Janus covers his eyes from all the light in the room. "Holy sh*t is it always this bright in here?!" Patton chuckles and walks over to one of the brightest lamps in the room, and then turns it off. Janus uncovers his eyes. "My apologies, I can't remember the last time I've been in here." Patton smiles at the other side. "It's fine! Virgil needed some time to get used to being around all these lights too."

Janus smiled a bit. "You should probably go check on Roman." "OH SHOOT Yeah I almost forgot!" Patton heads over towards Romans room and Janus sits down on the couch, relaxed.

"Hey Janus?"

"Hm?"

Patton walks over to Janus holding a folded sheet of paper. "I found this sitting in front of Roman's room. I think it's for us." "Well open it then!" Patton does as Janus said and unfolds the paper, Janus jumps off the couch and looks at the paper from over Patton's shoulder.

'My dear friends, I guess I messed up worse than normal this time right? I doubt any of you are going to forgive me and honestly I don't blame you. I haven't forgiven myself for my actions in a long, long time. I want you to all know I care about all of you. I love you all, but I don't love myself. I'm not going to put you through any more of my Crap anymore. You'll all be fine, You've got each other, and you'll end up forgetting all about me really fast anyways. I've been through so much I feel like i'm on the verge of cracking. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough for you. I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you. But know that this is my curtain call, and It's the end of my story. Farwell my friends, Roman.'

Patton starts reading it out but Deceit quickly scans through the page and runs towards Romans room before Patton even gets to the middle of the note. "Hey, where are you going?" " "ROMAN'S GONNA GO KILL HIMSELF!" Deceit runs into Romans room and Patton speeds after him, following close behind.

--With Roman--

After Roman had finished his suicide note, he folded it up and slid it out from under his door. Roman stood up and smiled. "Goodbye." He turned around and walked into the imagination. He knew what he was going to do, and he was ready. Roman summoned a tall building that looked like a tall hotel, and a lake right smack up in front of it. He walked in through a door at the back of the building and headed up the stairs, soon reaching the end of the stairs. Roman opened the door at the top of the stairwell and walked out onto the roof of the building.

--With Janus and Patton--

Janus and Patton quickly run into Romans room. "Where the hell is he?!?!" Janus says, running around Roman's room. "He's probably in the imagination!!!" Patton gestures to the portal to the imagination, Janus nods and speeds into the imagination with Patton right behind.

The two of them pop up in the imagination and look around. Janus sees the building Roman summoned. It was pretty out of place compared to all the other areas in the imagination, due to the fact that every other area looked like something out of a fairytale. "THERE!" Janus points at the building and the two of them run towards it.

They quickly reach the building and run inside, speeding up the stairs.

-Meanwhile with Roman-

Roman smiled as the wind blew against his face. He walked forward towards the ledge, pulling up his sleeves and tearing up all of his bandages there, thus revealing all of his self-harm cuts and scars. He twirled around on the roof of the building, prepared for the end. He steps onto the ledge of the roof just as Janus and Patton throw open the roof door behind him.

"ROMAN!!!" Roman doesn't look at them. "Roman come on, don't do this please!" Roman chuckles as a single tear falls down his cheek. "Goodbye." Roman holds his arms out and steps off the ledge, falling down towards the lake. "ROMAN NO!!!" Patton yells, crying out for the prince.

Janus immediatly turns around and speeds back down the stairs, jumping on the rail beside the stairs and sliding down, Patton jumps on the rail as well and speeds on after him.

The two reach the bottom of the stairwell and Janus busts open the door out and then runs to the other side of the building, where the lake is. He quickly takes off his hat, gloves, and caplet and throws them towards patton, as to not slow him down. He takes a deep breath, and then dives into the lake.

The water around him is dark and cold. Luckily, he is still able to see Roman sinking down deep. Janus swims down after him and grabs onto Roman tightly before swimming back up to the surface.

Once he reaches the surface Janus gasps for air, and hurredly swims towards where Patton is sitting on the land. Janus reaches the land and lifts up Roman, towards Patton. Patton grabs onto Roman and lifts him onto land as Janus climbs up onto land himself. Janus shakes his head, flipping his wet hair around and spraying water everywhere. He then turns towards Patton and Roman and quickly scootches over to them.

Janus listens for Romans breathing, but can't hear any. He pushes down against Romans chest and Roman starts coughing up water. Soon Roman is able to breathe again, but he's currently unconscious. Janus and Patton sigh in relief. "He's gonna be alright." Janus says, smiling in relief.

Patton smiles with gratitude. "Janus, thank you so much! If I had just continued reading that note aloud, I don't like the idea of what would've happened." Janus picks up his caplet, hat, and gloves. "Neither do I." Janus stands up. "We'd better get back and get Roman dry and warm." Patton nods and stands up. "Mind holding these things for me? I'll carry Roman back." Janus says, holding out his caplet, hat, and gloves out to Patton. "Sure thing kiddo!" Patton takes the items from Janus. Janus then picks up Roman bridal style and starts walking towards the portal back to Roman's room, Patton walking next to him.

-timeskip to after they get Roman to his room and get him dry and in bed.-

Roman snuggles into the covers on his bed. Patton had said that he would watch over Roman while Janus went ahead and took a shower.

Janus soon opens the door to Roman's room and heads inside. He had changed into different clothes while he let his normal attire dry. This outfit being a yellow turtleneck and grey comfy pants. He still had his usual gloves and hat though, since those were still dry.

Patton looks up at him. "Hey Janus!" Janus gives Patton a smile. "Hey Patton." Janus stands beside where Patton's sitting. "You should probably tell the others what happened." "Oh I will." Patton stands up from his chair. "I'm also gonna be making some food for Roman for after he wakes up." "Alright, but you should *definatly not* stick to making a treat if anything. I *definatly wasn't* told about your infamous pasta." Patton chuckles. "Don't worry, I'll just be making a fruity pie. And I'm gonna bet that Logan'll be willing to help make a meal for Roman after he hears about what happened."

Patton walks over to the door. "Oh, and Janus?" "Yeah?" Janus respondes as he sits down in the chair that Patton was originally sitting in. "Thank you." Patton says, smiling. "For everything." Janus gives Patton a smile. "Of course." Patton heads out of Romans room and into the mindscape's kitchen.

Janus sighs and looks over at the sleeping prince. "You've been through so much, haven't you?" Janus is quiet for a bit. "I guess i can understand a bit of your confusion and bitterness towards me. You were told so many times that I was bad that when you finally accepted it, I became part of the group. Not only that, but I realized I might've gone a bit to far at some points...I guess what I'm trying to say is...I'm sorry, Roman." There's a pause. "I'm...sorry too." Janus glances at Roman in surprise and sees Roman's eyes are slightly open. "You're awake!" "Yeah...I am..." Roman sits up a bit and looks around. "What happened?" "Well...After you jumped off, me and Patton ran down to the lake, and then I jumped into the lake and brought you back up." Roman thought for a moment. "Why did you save me?" "Why?" "Yeah, why'd you do it? If I were you, I wouldn't be willing to forgive something like what I did so quickly!" "...Because you don't deserve to die." Roman looks at Janus in suspicion.

"How do I know You're not lying?" Janus holds up his hand. "I swear I'm not lying." Roman thinks for a minute, then smiles, before going ahead and hugging Janus. "...Thank you..." Janus hugs Roman back. "Of course."

The two of them soon let go of each other and Roman leans back. "So...where are, the others?" Roman says, prepared for a bad answer. "Well-"

Suddenly the door busts open and Virgil speeds inside, soon followed by Logan and Patton, who just walk inside the room calmly. Virgil runs over to Roman and shakes him by his shoulder. "ROMAN. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?!" Patton puts his hand on Virgil's shoulder. "Kiddo, you probably shouldn't," Virgil stops shaking Roman, and then a clearly dizzy Roman falls back against his pillow.

"We're all very glad You're ok Roman." Logan says. "And we also, all wanted to apologize." Roman doesn't say anything for a moment, still getting over the shaking, but then he sits up again, with a surprised look on his face. "You all want to apologize...to me? But I-" "We never realized how much our words hurt you." Virgil says. "And We're all extremely sorry for our treatment of you." Patton continues. Roman stares in amazment at the other sides, and a few tears escape his eyes and fall down his cheek. Patton sits down on the bed and hugs Roman, soon followed by Virgil, then Logan, and then Janus. "Thank you all so much." Roman cries, as he continues to cry. "Thank You so much."

The group of them stay like that for a while, but after a bit they stop, and Roman wipes the tears from his face. "Me and Logan are gonna go make you some food! Right Logan?" Patton says, looking at Logan. Logan sighs. "Of course." The two of them head out of the room towards the kitchen. "But to make it clear, I'm gonna be making the meal." Logan says. "Sure thing!" Patton agrees, as their voices start fading out of hearing from Roman"s room.

Virgil gives Roman another quick hug. "I'm gonna go make sure Patton and Logan don't mess up dinner. See you in a bit ok?" Roman nods and Virgil heads out the door and after Logan and Patton.

Janus looks over at Roman and smiles. "I guess We're both pretty lucky to have such a loving family, right Roman?" Roman smiles. "Yeah, You're right." Janus sighs. "You should probably rest some more, that water was really hecking cold and I'm gonna guess you don't want to get sick." "Yeah..." Roman leans back onto his bed and lays his head down on his pillow. "You're gonna stay here while I sleep right?" "If that's what you want." "Yes please." Roman pauses. "And be sure to wake me up when dinner's ready." Janus laughs. "Sure thing Ro." Roman smiled and snuggles into his blankets.

"Thank you Janus."

"Of course Roman."

Roman drifts off to sleep, and Janus smiles at the sleeping prince, happy that the prince is troubled no more.

[kirishwima]

Heeeeey you miss me? 🥰 I’m in a funk currently and need some cute headcanons for the RFA and Seran. (Situation: MC worked themselves to near death, so now they’re taking a few weeks to recover from over working. How would the RFA [individually] respond??) Dont feel pressured to, do it if your able. Thanks love! ~Corvus

awe hey fluff!! I’m replying this a little late, but hope it’ll still cheer you up a little!! Hang in there ^^

YOOSUNG:

* He’d noticed MC has been more tired than usual, how they’d come home from work a sluggish mess, refusing to even drink or eat anything-merely dropping onto the couch and falling asleep within minutes.

* Yoosung was so worried, but he didn’t know what to do-of course he took care of MC whilst they were home, cooking them dinner and sitting with them to keep them awake until they ate at least a little bit, carrying them to bed when they fell asleep on the couch...he tried telling them to take a break from their work for a few days, but MC wouldn’t hear it, insisting they had to keep going as much as they could.

* Well, the day they’d crash came sooner than they’d think-one moment they were fine, working like usual, the next they were passed out cold on the floor, their co-workers rushing around them and frantically calling an ambulance.

* Luckily MC had assigned Yoosung as their emergency contact so he immediatly got a call from the hospital about MC’s condition-even though he was in class, at that moment he shot out of the lecture room, running to the hospital until his knees gave out. 

* The doctors explained the situation to him-a mix of burnout syndrome with dehydration, which led to a perfect combo of MC’s blood pressure dropping low enough to make them dizzy and pass out. 

* They explained to him that MC would need to take at least a couple of weeks off of work to recover, that they should rest as much as possible and try to relax-think about their work as little as possible, do some more enjoyable activities when they have the strength to.

* Yoosung took every word of the doctors to heart-once he took MC back home, he called his university to say he’d be unable to attend classes for a few days, and spent his time looking after MC-from making sure they’re drinking water every hour, to eating three full meals a day and relaxing in bed-the moment they tried to get up to do some chores he’d pick them up and carry them back to bed with a disapproving frown-MC giggled, but didn’t tell him how much like a mom he felt at that instant. 

* They were just grateful to have a boyfriend that cared so much about them.

ZEN:

* Being a fellow work-a-holic, he’s been through burnout syndrome more than a couple times-so when he saw MC’s fatigue, how they’d barely have the energy to talk when they came back home, he knew instantly what’s up.

* He begged MC to take some time off, but they simply shook their head with a tired smile, telling him it’d be fine, that they would be good as new after a goodnight’s rest.

* Well, MC couldn’t be more wrong. See, when you’re stressed to the bone, your body reacts, of course it does. And one of the ways it reacts is to lower its immune system, making you all the more prone to colds and flus.

* By morning, when Zen shifted in bed to caress MC’s cheek and gently wake them up, he found their skin burning, a clammy sheen of sweat on their forehead. 

* Scared, he shook them awake, jumping out of bed to look around for a thermometer. MC was drowsy and woke up with a hacking dry cough, one they had for a few days now but kept trying to surpress when around Zen.

* Sure enough, MC was burning up. Without a second thought, Zen picked MC up like a ragged doll, helped them get changed and dressed into something warm, and dashed them to the emergency room, catching the eye of every doctor and nurse in there.

* It took little time for a doctor to examine MC-the problem was clear, they had a bad cold, but it was more than that, the doctor informed Zen. They seemed way more fatigued than the average cold should turn them into, and their blood results were a mess-everything was in the lows, along with more medical jargon Zen didn’t really understand-he just wanted to know what’s wrong with his MC, asap.

* “To put it simply”, the doctor continued, MC’s lab results in their hands, “given the hours they told us they’ve been working, it’s most likely they’ve been suffering from burnout syndrome, which eventually led to them getting this seasonal flu. They’ll be fine, we’ll prescribe some mild medications for the cough and fever, and with enough rest they should make a speedy recovery.”

* Zen was the gentlest he could be whilst watching over MC until their cold passed-he was the one to call their workspace and tell everyone about their condition, and then called his own workspace-MC begged him to go to work as usual, they’d hate to be the cause of him missing a role-but Zen shooed their worries away with a quick kiss.

* “Your well-being is more important than any role could ever be baby” he promised them, and it was true-nothing mattered to him more than MC. And he’d make sure to prove that to them in the upcoming days.

JAEHEE:

* Honestly, Jaehee’s no fool-of course she’s worked herself to the point of passing out before, and she’d be damned if she let the same thing happen to her MC.

* The moment MC came home a tired sleepy mess two days in a row, Jaehee knew they’d be on the downhill of fatigue and burnout within a matter of days. She explained all that to MC, who was slouched on the couch with their eyes half-shut, but MC tried to brush it away as nonsense.

* Well, Jaehee wouldn’t have it. She apologised to MC, but leaned over MC on the couch, snaking her hands around their waist...

* ...and snatched MC’s phone from their back pocket. She sent a short yet polite message to MC’s workspace about their condition and how they’d be unable to go to work for a few days, even though MC groaned and grumbled about it for hours, but soon enough their boss replied, saying it’s fine as they gave a heads-up notice, and that someone else would be replacing them for a few days.

* Jahee still had to go to work as usual, but before she left in the morning, she made sure there’s a hearty breakfast ready for MC along with grinded coffee beans, and told Jumin about the situation so she could leave work earlier than usual to go back to MC-say what you will about Jumin, but he also cared about his friends’ well-being, and of course allowed Jaehee to leave, even telling her if she can work from home she’s more than welcome to not come into the office the next day.

* Jaehe took Jumin’s offer, and the next morning when MC woke up, they woke up to the pleasant scent of coffee and waffles, and as they staggered into the kitchen they saw the loveliest of sights-Jaehee, an apron tied around her waist, the sun beaming through as she cooked and hummed a happy tune, her lips pursed into a small smile.

* MC couldn’t help it-they were so in love with this woman, they just had to dash up to her and wrap their arms around her waist, kiss the heck out of her as a thank you for everything; and Jaehee’s little shy giggle only made their heart flutter further.

JUMIN:

* He wasn’t home for a couple of days as he was also busy with work, so he wasn’t there to see MC’s condition deteriorate-how their work hours lengthened, how they came home dead to the world each night.

* Of course he talked with them via texts daily, and they seemed as cheerful as usual in their messages-he’d love nothing more than to call MC and hear their voice, but as they were busy and he had a day packed with meetings, he never got the chance to.

* One day his phone rang from an odd number-it was Yoosung, and before picking up, he noticed the flutter of notifications from the RFA messenger on his phone, wondering what this’d be about.

* Yoosung was frantic on the phone-he told Jumin how they’d been looking for MC all day and they wouldn’t reply to anyone’s texts, and that when they decided to check MC’s workspace, they found out from their co-workers that MC had passed out during their shift and was rushed to the hospital where they were at right now, the whole RFA there with them.

* Jumin dropped everything. In that instant, that was the very first time he felt this breath-shuddering feeling, the one that makes your heart still-fear. 

* He ran out of the conference room and into the car-he didn’t even wait for Driver Kim to come drive him, no, he instead grabbed the car and drove like a madman to the hospital, nearly crashing at every turn, and definitely bumping into another car whilst parking-he didn’t care, not right then, when his MC was in danger, their life on the line-

* Well, okay, their life wasn’t really on the line, but for Jumin, any little thing that could happen to MC was life-or-death to him.

* He ran to their room, and found MC, awake and alert albeit a little tired, the rest of the RFA gathered around them-they had an IV hooked to their arm, but otherwise they seemed okay.

* He collapsed beside them on his knees as he saw their small smile, hiding his face in his hands. 

* “I was so worried..” he whispered to himself, and only looked up when he felt MC shift and run their free hand through his hair; they seemed sad even though they were smiling down at him.

* “I’m sorry I worried you” they said and Jumin shook his head, grabbing their hand in his and kissing their wrist.

* “No, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I promise you, I’ll never leave you alone again. Never.”

* He wasn’t exaggerating-the moment MC was back in the penthouse he took two weeks off, and called MC’s work to tell them they’d be resting for the following month-and well, no one could say anything to one Jumin Han, now could they?

* He spent mornings cooking them both breakfast, something he was surprisingly good at-he’d bring MC fresh tea and breakfast in bed, would spend the day with them and made sure they were resting while he caught up with what work he could on his computer.

* He’d never admit how scared he was, but MC knew-there was no need for words. They took care of him as much as he took care of them, and slowly, they’d both be able to put this behind them-and MC vowed they’d care for themself more, for Jumin’s sake at least.

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* He got worried when MC came home from work silent as a mouse for a few days, barely nodding to him in response to his greetings. They seemed so tired, they refused to eat and simply staggered up to their bedroom to fall asleep in their day clothes, much to Seven’s dismay-he hated seeing MC like that, but he had no idea what to do.

* One morning he woke up later than usual, which was normal-MC had to get up earlier for work, but with his scedhule being as flexible as it was, he’d sometimes wake up with them, or sometimes he’d sleep in, after workign late into the night.

* Only this time as he woke, he felt MC still sleeping next to him-but it was a workday. Did they oversleep? Should he wake them?

* Gingerly, he shook MC awake, and his heart got caught in his throat-though they were breathing, as much as he shook them MC wouldn’t rouse. He ended up pinching them to get a reaction, and even then it was barely a small groan, their eyes fluttering half-open.

* “Baby, are you okay?? What’s wrong?!” he asked, cuppign their face between his hands.

* MC seemed deleriously drowsy. “I’m-I can’t move I’m so-tired” they trailed off, their eyes fluttering back shut.

* Seven frowned. He didn’t know what to do, so he decided to consult the internet while he let MC sleep some more-their symptoms seemed to match up with burnout syndrome, something he’d experienced often too, after days of being wide awake and working away on his laptop.

* He decided to let MC sleep in, and messaged their work through MC’s phone to let them know they were sick and would have to stay home for a few days.  

* By late afternoon, MC woke up-they were still drowsy, and more than panicked when they checked the time-but Seven was there to calm them down, running his hand through their hair as he gave them a cup of tea to drink.

* For the next few days he took care of them in every way he knew, how he once took care of his beloved twin-he’d make sure they ate properly, that they drank enough water, and when they seemed a little better, that they took a walk out together for fresh air.

* He’d never show MC how scared he was; but with the way MC held his hand, squeezing tight, he knew they knew. And he knew they’d never let their health get this bad ever again. 

SAERAN/RAY/UNKNOWN:

* Honestly, he’d been nagging at MC for days on end to take it easy-they’d been coming home from work so tired, and it broke his heart to see them this way. He tried to talk to them, firm but gentle when he said they should take it easy, but MC merely brushed him off, insisting they’d be fine-they could take care of their health.

* Well, if that’s the way they wanted it, fine-Saeran wouldn’t intervene. He simply kept a watchful eye on them.

* Until one day, as MC staggered back home from work, their gait unsteady-the moment Saeran came to greet them at the door and took in their disshelved state, he knew something was wrong.

* He had little time to react-one moment they were standing there, their hand on the door, the next they were falling to the floor like a raggedy doll, and Saeran barely managed to dash and catch them before their head hit the floor;

* He was panicked, his eyes wide, his heartbeat stammering in his chest-but instinctively, he knew what to do.

* A short while later MC fluttered their eyes open, taking in their surroundings-they were on the couch laying down, yet in their peripheral vision they could see Saeran-he was sitting beside them, holding their legs up from the knees, his face the picture of panic.

* When he saw MC awoke he let their legs fall, leaning over them to cusp their face. “MC? Are you alright? Can you hear me?”

* MC nodded, weak but alert. Saeran sighed, relief flooding him as he leaned his head onto MC’s belly, letting his shuddering breath and tear-filled eyes hide on the fabric of their shirt.

* “I’ll call your work. You’re staying home for the remaining week, wether you want to or not”. He tried to sound convincingly menacing, yet the tremor of his voice betrayed him. MC nodded nontheless-it was the first time they saw Saeran this shaken up, and they didn’t want to make him feel any worse.

* He looked up, letting MC see his reddened eyes. “Don’t do that again please just-you mean so much to me. I can’t MC, please don’t-please look after yourself. Please.”

* MC tried to sit up-Saeran shifted to stop them at first, but when they frowned at him he sighed, helping them sit up on the couch. They brought their hands around his neck, one sliding down to his back as they laid their head on the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry”, they whispered on his skin.

* Saeran shook. “No, no don’t be sorry-Just be healthy. Please, that’s all I ask of you. Don’t leave me.”

* “Never Sae, I’ll never leave you-we’ll stay home together for a few days, gather our strength. How’s that sound?”

* Saeran shifted away from them, eyeing them with a small tired smile. “Yeah. Yeah” he said as he leaned close, kissing their lips between every few words “I’ll take good care of you MC. I’ll nurse you back to full health, I promise.”

* And he did. He’d cook them meals, even though most ended up burnt or undercooked-MC loved them nontheless. He’d bring them flowers from the garden and sit beside them in bed as they talked for hours, would watch over MC when they fell asleep midway through a conversation-his heart stilled until he heart their breathing even out, scared every time they went silent. 

* And thye’d get better. Healthy again, back to the bright MC Saeran loved. And they’d thank him for taking such good care of them, but Saeran would shake his head with a blush, insisting he did nothing-he was just glad MC was okay.

* “I love you”, was the underlying message, but neither of them had to say it-they knew already. They knew.

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ABC challenge~ Jihan T is for trauma (I need to tell you something, part 2) Warning: Angst, harm

Joshua let out a big sigh. Having Jeonghan's arms around him felt safe, resting his head on Jeonghan's chest felt safe. Jeonghan made him feel safe, yet everything kept blocking him from being intimate with him. "You know, I really need to tell you this.." Joshua says again, his heart already started beating faster then usual. "My ex boyfriend.. Well.. He was my first boyfriend. I loved him a lot, but I was insecure and honestly, I was excited and apparently blinded by love." Joshua swallows, a short break before continuing his story. "We had been dating for weeks, and I slowly started discovering new things. First small things, like kissing, stuff like that. It was all my first with him. One weekend, he would stay the weekend at Mingyu's and my place, as Mingyu would be visiting his parents. I remember it as if it was yesterday.." Joshua didn't even notice the tears streaming down his cheeks, Jeonghan did, as the drops were one by one falling on to his chest. Jeonghan stayed quiet, and even though it had already been 2 am, he was more awake then ever, listening to Joshua's words carefully.

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Three years ago

"I can't believe we get to spend our first weekend together. Just the two of us." Joshua rants happily as he let Soonyoung in to their appartment, greeting him with a kiss. "Did Mingyu already leave?" Soonyoung asks, sounding rather bored then intrested. "Yea, he left just an hour ago I think." Joshua smiled, closing the door behind them.

Joshua squirmd under Soonyoung's grip, "Soonyoung.. Please, I don't know if-.." Soonyoung hits Joshua on the cheek, "shut up. You love me, don't you?" Joshua slowly nods, "I- I do, but.." Soonyoung had tied Joshua's arms and legs to the bed, "then you shouldn't mind any of this." Soonyoung stated, as he put a piece of tape to Joshua's mouth. Joshua teared up, not being able to move nor talk. Soonyoung had already removed Joshua's clothes before tying him up, he quickly moved to get his bag from the ground getting some things out of it. He lit up a candle, hovering it over Joshua's chest, making sure the candle wax would drip on the naked body below him. Joshua shaked his head and tried to move, but failed miserably. "Stay still." Soonyoung groaned, as he put on a cigarette, not to smoke, but to leave more marks on Joshua's chest. After a while of leaving marks with the cigarette and the candle, he threw them to the ground, Joshua was in full tears, but Soonyoung didn't care about it at all. "You mentioned you were still a virgin? Let me change that for you."

It was sunday evening when Mingyu unlocked the door and quickly brought his things inside as it was raining. It was quite, no music was playing at all, which was nothing like Joshua, then again, Mingyu tried to call Joshua on his way back, but couldn't reach him and thought he must have been having a good time with his boyfriend. "Shua, i'm home!" Mingyu called out, not getting a reply. He did see Joshua's shoes by the door, so he must be home. Mingyu walked upstairs to get his bag to his room, noticing Joshua's door wasn't closed. "Hey, i',m-" Mingyu dropped his bag as he quickly made his way to Joshua's bed. "What the fuck?" He almost screamed as he removed the tape from Joshua's face and tried to untie his arms and legs as quick as he possibly could. Joshua, who was covered in blood and feces, eyes red and plump, still not being able to move, looking at Mingyu, but not knowing what to say nor do. Mingyu looked from Joshua to the mess on the floor. Lots of cigarettes and candles were laying over the place, together with what looked like a knife that was covered in blood. "I'm calling the cops." Mingyu stated as he got up from the bed, "No!" Joshua cried out, his voice was soar and dry as he didn't have anything to drink or eat since friday noon. Mingyu raised his eyebrows, "Joshua, he can't get away with this." Joshua tried to get up, but immediatly fell down again, being weak in every part of his body. Mingyu sighed as he helped Joshua up. "Here, let me help you get cleaned up, yea?" Joshua slowly nods as Mingyu carried him to the bathroom, running a bath for Joshua. "Will you be okay for a few minutes? I will clean your sheets and your room." Joshua nods again as he just sits in the bath, staring in front of him.

After a while, Mingyu had cleaned everything up, he made some tea and crackers for Joshua. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Mingyu asks carefully as he sits down next to the bath, handing Joshua the tea. "It hurts." Joshua whispers. Mingyu nods, "do you need help? With getting dressed, I mean." Joshua nods, as he slowly moves up. His body is shaking, and now that he's clean, all wounds are clearly visible, not just wounds from the burning, but Soonyoung had also carved some things onto his chest with a knive. It stinged and felt soar. Mingyu carefully wiped Joshua's chest dry, Joshua squirming at every touch. He handed Joshua some clean clothes. "Mings?" Joshua asked with a soft voice, "can I?.. Can I sleep with you tonight? I really don't wanna.." Mingyu quickly nods in return, "yes, Joshua. Ofcourse."

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Present

Joshua slowly got up, he had a hard time catching his breath. Jeonghan was slightly in shock, not being able to understand how someone could hurt such a pure boy like Joshua. Jeonghan shifted a little closer to Joshua, wrapping an arm around him again. "He raped and abused you. Do you have any idea how brave you were for telling me this?" Jeonghan said softly, Joshua looked up, looking into Jeonghan's eyes. "I understand if you don't wanna be with me anymore. I'm trash, ugly, I don't deserve you." Joshua's eyes were filled with tears. Jeonghan shakes his head, wiping away Joshua's tears. "Look at me.." Joshua stuttered as he let the blanket drop, revealing his bare chest. -Always mine - Hoshi-, was carved on to his chest, surrounded by burn marks all over his chest. Jeonghan bite his lip, he felt angry and frustrated at the boy that hurt Joshua so bad, but couldn't do anything about it. Joshua was full on crying, Jeonghan just pulled Joshua in to a hug. Joshua didn't mind this time, he burried his head in to Jeonghan's neck, crying as if there were no tomorrow. "You are not trash, you are not ugly and you certainly do deserve all the love you get, little one.. I will never, ever leave your side." Jeonghan whispered as he stroked Joshua's back lightly.

Jeonghan didn't let go of Joshua till he had calmed down and even fell asleep. It was almost 5 am and Joshua had curled up against Jeonghan. Jeonghan had his arm around Joshua. He was still wide awake. They had been together for a little bit over a year now. Jeonghan perfectly remembers when Joshua came back to him after one of their dates, saying he needed to talk, that he really wanted to make this work. He had always known there was more to the story, but never asked about it, as he respected Joshua's privacy. He remembered Joshua asking him to be patient with him, he could do nothing but respect that. They never kissed or even hugged untill they were almost 8 months together. That's when they first kissed, but Joshua was quick to back off again. After that night, Joshua did let Jeonghan hug him, Joshua was even the one to always ask permission to hug Jeonghan. Jeonghan always said yes, how could he say no. Yes, most people would think it was weird that Joshua always asked permision, but Jeonghan always let it be. Now he knows the story behind it, he respects it even more. And yes, sometimes they would hug, and Joshua would suddenly back away, Jeonghan had always felt sorry for Joshua, he just wanted to protect him and make him feel safe. Now even more then ever.

Jeonghan had decided to text Mingyu, not expecting a reply at 6 am, but he did get a reply. He decided to call Mingyu, Joshua was sound asleep and as long as he whispered, he wouldn't wake him up. "How is he?" Mingyu asked. "He fell asleep around 4. He had a very rough night. I'm glad he atleast gets some sleep now." His voice was soft and quiet. "Is he with you?" Jeonghan nods, even though Mingyu couldn't see him. "Yes, he's right here." Mingyu smiled, "i'm proud of him. You know, I've always trusted you. I just never thought Joshua would share a bed with anyone else. You know, after that one weekend, he slept with me for a good year and a half before trying to sleep in his own bed again. And even after that, he would sneak into my bed in the middle of the night. He's come a long way, Han. Please, please be good to him, that's all i'm asking from you." Jeonghan couldn't help but tear up. "Mingyu, you know I've been in love with him for years now. I would do everything for him. I will protect him with everything I have. I will never let him feel like he's not worthy. He deserves the world, and I am here to give that to him. No matter how long it takes." He said, stroking Joshua's hair softly. "I know, Jeonghan. I know." Mingyu said.

what Jeonghan didn't know is that Joshua had already woken up again. He felt tired and miserable, but he listened to Jeonghan's soft voice to Mingyu. He heared everything Jeonghan said. He now truly knew that letting Jeonghan in, wasn't a mistake. And that from now on, their relationship could only improve. He clenched himself even closer to Jeonghan, not wanting to let go of his now, safe space, slowly falling back asleep again.

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BTS reaction: S/O saving them from being kidnapped

Hello darling. Thank you for the request. I know it has been literal ages but I still hope you see it and enjoy. :) 

Also this was very difficult to write multiple plots of. 😅

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SeokJin:

Honestly, you didn’t understand how they even got to him. You were searching backstage for him but he was nowhere to be found. You asked the others but they also hadn’t seen him, and obviously they couldn’t help you search with all the fans around. You ended up finding him in a hallway off the side of the building, surounded by fans asking for pictures, and autographs and the seemed to be pushing him to the nearest exit. Obviously you didn’t trust it.

“Seokjin, sir. You are expected in the dressing room.” You called for him. You had gotten a staff badge, so you could perfectly pass as a staff member. “Ah yes, of course.” He wormed his way trough the girls joining you as you walked back. 

“Thank you so much. I swear, they were after something.”

“Yeah, after you you mean.”

I was very thankful of your quick action. He honestly thought he wouldn’t have been back if you wouldn’t have gotten to him.

Yoongi:

Yoongi had gotten into the car that was supposed to pick him up from the airport. But as you had planned to surprise him there, you told the driver you would pick him up. But you were running late, you just saw him get into the car. You frowned, knowing the driver wouldn’t be there, so you snapped a picture of the licence plate. You dialed his number and let it ring, but no answer. You called again but with the same result. You could still see the car, so decided to drive after it. Meanwile calling the driver with your handsfree set, just to make sure. 

He let you know that he was infact at the studio waiting for some of the other boys. The car took a turn into a quiet parkinglot and you followed close behing, parking not to far away. You saw someone get out of the car and calling. You could feel your blood boiling as you saw yoongi clearly trying to get out. You walked towards the car, hoping the cardoor would open from the outside. And it did, revealing his shocked face. “Y/N” He whisper yelled. “I propose we run.” You said, and he immediately ran to your car with you.

He was shocked but couldn’t stop laughing as the two of you drove to his dorm. He couldn’t believe your strory, he was so thankful that you came along.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was shocked to say the least when someone outright told him they were kidnapping him. A girl was stood holding something that could be a weapon pointed at him. He was scared to look down and confirm. The girl was smaller than him, obviously. But that didn’t prevent him from being afraid of what she might do. He tried desperately to reason with her, but there was just no reasoning. You heard part of this scene play out as you just came out of the studio yourself. 

“What is this about a kidnapping?” You asked casually. Among the masses you were know as ruthless and a master of martial arts, so no one dared mess with you. So the second she heard your voice, she was more fearful than hoseok was. She didn’t answer, as she stared at you wide-eyed. “Are you holding him at penpoint?” You chuckled, looking at the wide pen she was pressing into his stomach. As soon as she saw no way of talking her way out of this, she sprinted away into the night.

“I had everything under control.” He smiled but you gave him a knowing stare. He gave you a thumbs up, not about to argue with you. “Thanks.”

Namjoon:

I tried to keep most of them pretty calm but I was out of ideas so here we are with the intense angst

The two of you were taking a walk, exploring new-york before you both had to leave seeing Namjoon had to continue his tour. You had stumbled across a calm street and you were sure you were lost. “Didn’t she say to turn left here? Maybe we should go back?” But when you looked around, neither of you knew how. You were calling Jin just when the girl from before entered the street.

“Hey! Sorry to bother again, but could you tell us how to get back.” You asked the now familiar girl.

“I could, but I’m not going to.” She grinned. A grin that sent shivers down your spine. She took a gun from her bag, pointing it at the both of you. No one around to see it. Namjoon offered her money, but that’s not what she was there for. She wanted him, and made it clear she’d kill you to get what she wanted, if she had to. “Put you phone away.” she signaled. and so you did, yet it was still ringing Jin. You hoped he had picked up, or this might all go to voicemail and reach him too late.

“We’re right next to a bar, the brewery, you’re going to shoot us here?!” You said loudly. “You pipe down or I might.” she hissed at you. She motioned for Namjoon to come along with her. You both tried to talk your way out of the situation, but it didn’t help. You had to do something. So right as Namjoon stepped past her, and she turned her back to you, you tried to grab her gun. It went off and you felt a searing pain in your hand. You held your wrist, and the gun dropped to the floor. The girl stepped into the car, leaving you and Namjoon behind, and not long after police arived at the scene. Your wound sere tended to and Namjoon stayed by your side for a long time. He thought it was ridiculous that you would risk yourself for him. He didn’t want you to need to do that. He took a while off the tour just to be with his hero, and fans understoud completely.

How is it longer when I didn’t have inspiration

Jimin:

Okay, it’s getting harder by the person

Jimin was in the hospital after a minor surgery.  He only had to stay there for a few days, mainly because his manager was afraid he might practice before he has recovered properly. You walked up to his door but someone stopped you. “Excuse me ma’am, you can’t go in there.” You muttered an ‘oh right’ to yourself before taking out the badge the had given you at the front desk, showing it off. “Oh, you’re Y/N. Apologies, but a nurse just took him for more tests.” The man stated.  What would he need tests for, they said the surgery went perfectly well and he just needed rest. You nodded at the man, he still let you inside to wait there.

Some time passed and a nurse came into the room. Before you could speak, she asked with a frown “Where’s the patient?” Your eyes widened at the question and you eplained the prior situation. She ran out, going to warn others that he had been taken out of the room while possibly unconscious. 

You ran trough the halls yourself, searching for anywhere that he could be. You glanced at the large elevator down the hall. That’s right, they could be anywhere. You walked to the elevator. Looking at the numbers, going up to 24. You could never search them all. yet, The roof ...

It was a good start. You got into the elevator, you’re leg vigorously tapping in an anxious state. It seemed like a century before the elevator came to a halt with a soft *ding*

The doors slid open and there it was, the hospital bed with Jimin and some random girl in a nurse outfit. You heard Jimin mumble your name as his arm went to rest on the girls back, she was visually enjoying it. “That’s not me.” You stated, and the girl shot up looking at you in horror. You signaled for her to get off, you could see Jimin’s eyes opening and she glanced back at him. She glared at you ands said “NO, I need to take care of him.”

“In the freezing cold, on the roof of the hospital. The only thing you’ll take care of this way is giving him bronchitis. Now get off, or I call the police.’ Your voice was venomous, causing her to get off with one last glance, before she ran. You ran up to him. He could barely open his eyes still but he was conscious. 

“You’re awesome.” He mumbled, and you brought him back to his room.

Taehyung: 

Taehyung didn’t even realise he was being kidnapped. He just got out of the hotel and got approached by someone who said they were supposed to show him around. He asked if the others weren’t joining but with a simple axcuse as ‘everyone wanted to see different things’ he went with them. Until at a certain  they told him to get in the car. You had noticed him as you had just gone to get a coffee down the street. You heard him refuse, saying he’d rather walk. 

“Get in the damn car.” The man said a bit more demanding this time. You immediatly knew this was bad news, and walked up behind the man. You had done some self-defence classes but sure enough it also worked when sneaking up to people. Just as you twisted the man’s arm behind his back, a knife dropped out of his pocket that he was reaching for. You pressed him against his own van and told Taehyung to run. You were right behind him, sprinting so the man couldn’t reach you before you got to your car.

Taehyung was actualy excited after the two of you were driving away. He thought it was so awesome what you had done, yet he was thankful you came along. He was afraid to think what would have happened if you didn’t.

Jungkook:

Aparently a random guy had walked up to him as he was taking a stroll. His face hidden, by a cap and mouthmask, he was certain that the guy couldn't recognize him.  Yet the guy himself  was fairly unrecognisable as well. The guy seemes friendly at first, yet he stared asking very forward questions. ‘What do you do for a living?’, ‘Where are you from?’, ‘Where are you going?’

Junkook wanted nothing more but to get away, but every step he took, the man followed. You were on a walk of your own, to the dorm in fact, when you saw them. You noticed the odd interaction, and the uncomfortabe expression on Jungkook’s face. You walked up to him with a broad smile.

“Minseok-Oppa!” You smiled, winking at him before the man turned around. You saw his eyes widen just a second before mumberling an unexcited ‘bye’, before walking off.

“What was that about?” Jungkook didn’t know what the man was planning, but he was glad you showed up.

Man, it was hard to find a scenario for each of them. But I was determined to do so anyway. Apologies if your bias didn’t get that long a story. Hope you liked it. ;)

♥ Thanks for reading ♥

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