#i gave him an anxiety attack hehe

[finnleyandsillys]

Projectintg on a fictional character <3

[frecklystars]

I’m at my theater job rn and it’s my first shift all by myself. Super nervous!!! But I’m planning to make!!!! hundreds of dollars!!!! so I can!!!! buy myself a cameo for my birthday!!!!! (That’s the hope anyway lol) wish me luck!!!!!

[1tsstargaze59]

Aha! More College AU Anxifear~☆

Also artstyle drop- I rarely actually draw in my artstyle proper if you will, I usually interpret the canon artstyle to the best of my abilities hehe

I do wanna say @eechytooru's designs for them are my main inspo (for the whole au actually, seeing their art gave me the idea hehe), then my colleague who sits in front of me in class for the hair clip idea XD it makes more sense for your hair to go up like that if it's clipped instead of tied~!

Some au lore after the cut (and yapping lol)

This AU is still in development in my mind, but basically it's a romance between these two. To me, romances are written with specific "gimmicks" in mind, like a certain ship type or storyline to follow.

This one is about two middle aged adults falling in love again after a long time and feeling like they're rediscovering every first all over again. It's this sense of "Oh, I should know all this, I shouldn't feel this nervous, but I do!"

Especially for Anxiety, aka Anna-lee, who's also dealing with a panic disorder and has frequent panic attacks. Luckily for her, Fear is great support as he use to be a huge germaphobe and panicking is something he's learned to tame.

Also, I decided to change Fear's name to Frederico because @re-colligere has him as Latino in his au and I'm latina- I loved that idea SM TWT so I made him mixed XD And that way, he can keep his silly last name and nicknames,,, Fred hehehehehehe-

All previous info on this au I dropped in this post ^^

[mirisss]

Chapter 11

Stray Kids OT8 x hybrid! afab! reader

Warnings: some more spicy thoughts though nothing really explicit, descriptions of someone being shirtless, nightmares, anxiety, like on or two mentions of someone being tortured (not described how), lack of sleep, anxiety/panic attack, someone collapsing/falling unconcious, 

Wordcount ≈ 3.1k

Sorry for the long wait, life has been crazy during the last few months for me but here is the long-awaited eleventh chapter! I hope you all enjoy it! 

Please reblog! 

taglist, some tags aren't working and I don't know why 😭:

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10,

Changbin fell back asleep almost instantly, (Y/n) stayed awake for a couple of minutes but eventually, thanks to the warmth and the safety of his strong embrace, the dream world welcomed her as she fell into a deep slumber.

Third person POV

Once morning came, (Y/n) jolted from the bed as Changbin’s alarm set off, the bunny almost fell off the bed however Changbin’s strong arms held her up even in his tired state. “Morning, (Y/n),” (Y/n) looked up at the rapper, she had almost forgotten that she had fallen asleep with him in his bed, the hybrid thought she would feel ashamed at this but she didn’t. No, she actually felt happy and she yearned to fall asleep like this again.  

“Good morning,” “Did you sleep well?” (Y/n) hesitated for a second before she answered, “Very well,” Changbin smiled so widely that his cheeks began hurting, “I’m glad to hear that, now, how about some breakfast? We need to leave for the company soon,” “Can I have a smoothie? Like the one I got a while ago?” “Yeah, I’ll fix that for you, but you’re eating something more than just that, Minho-hyung won’t be happy otherwise,” “Maybe a sandwich as well then,” “That’s better, go get dressed, it’s a bit rainy today so dress a bit warmer,” 

(Y/n) got up from the bed and went over to Jeongin’s room only to find it empty so she headed over to Felix’s room instead but he too was nowhere to be found. Thanks to her hybrid senses she could hear Seungmin moving around in his room, so (Y/n) went to his door and gave it a tiny knock. “Come in,” Seungmin said from inside, (Y/n) carefully opened the door and peeked inside. “Hey, (Y/n)!” “Hey, um, I can’t find Jeongin or Felix, they usually help me with my outfits,” Seungmin looked a bit shocked, but then he nodded and smiled. “Innie had to leave earlier for a personal schedule so he left about 2-3 hours ago, he’ll meet us at the company after lunch, Felix is probably helping Minho-hyung with the breakfast. You have most of your clothes in Jeongin’s room right?” “Oh, he must be tired if he left that early, but, um, yeah, mostly with Innie and some in Felix’s room and a few things in Hyunjin’s,” 

Seungmin grabbed a hoodie from his wardrobe before he signaled to (Y/n) that they were leaving his room. They walked down to Jeongin’s room and went inside, over to the new wardrobe they had put up to keep (Y/n)’s clothes in. “Alright, let’s see, how about a hoodie and jeans? Or would you rather have yoga pants for the most comfortable outfit?” (Y/n) looked at Seungmin’s outfit, and then out the window, before returning her gaze to the wardrobe. She thought back to previous days at the company building, most people wore expensive and impressive-looking outfits, while she did want the yoga pants because they were comfortable, she didn’t want to make SKZ look bad because she didn’t dress up. “Wouldn’t jeans or something like it be the most presentable option?” 

Seungmin was a bit confused but then noticed how the bunny looked at his outfit and her wardrobe. “I mean, sure, if you were coming with us to schedules where you must appear on screen, then yes a more dressy outfit would be better but for a day like this, a hoodie and yoga pants, are perfectly fine to wear,” “But you look so much more dressed up than I would,” (Y/n) was pouting, which Seungmin thought was adorable. “I’m gonna stay behind after practice and go live for a little bit, hence, my outfit,” Seungmin thought that would be enough but then he thought about what the others would be wearing, “the others will be dressed more comfortably, well, I think so, we’re all so used to dancing in all different kinds of outfits so we sometimes wear jeans and stuff like that to practice as well,” (Y/n) admired how hard Seungmin tried to comfort her whilst also staying truthful to the fact that anyone of them could show up in a performance grade outfit. 

(Y/n) was thinking hard about this, should she choose her own comfort and risk making SKZ look bad or should she choose the presentable outfit and be uncomfortable all day? Some bad memories from the past began surfacing in her mind, choosing herself never ended well. But it’s different now, she tried to remind herself. Her family is not like the monsters from her past. (Y/n) took a deep breath, “I’ll take the yoga pants,” She was nervous to actually say it out loud, but once she had, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Seungmin smiled at her, “Then yoga pants it is!” Seungmin took a pair of black yoga pants out of the wardrobe and a light blue hoodie, along with a pair of socks. “Here ya go! Get changed and then come to the kitchen, breakfast should be about done,” Just before Seungmin turned to leave the room, he bent down and kissed (Y/n) on the crown of her head, and then he walked toward the kitchen. (Y/n) stood in shock for a second, her whole face was as red as a tomato. 

(Y/n) couldn’t understand the way she was feeling, kissing Hyunjin and Jeongin made her feel a little embarrassed and tingly but this, this kiss made her feel so weak in the knees from warmth that she thought she might pass out. After a minute, she managed to shake of the shock and she got changed before she walked out of the room and headed to the kitchen. 

The kitchen was noisy, (Y/n) could barely make out the 30 different sounds coming from behind the kitchen door with her enhanced hearing. She gently pushed the door open and walked inside, Minho and Changbin were rushing around making sandwiches, smoothies, and whatnot for everyone. Felix was sitting at the table, eating a sandwich in big bites, (Y/n) noticed his lack of a shirt and that he was wearing pyjama pants so he was probably eating quickly to then change into his work clothes. The hybrid blushed as she saw his sculpted, muscular back, she couldn’t even imagine how his torso would look. Suddenly, she was very grateful to the fact that he wasn’t facing her. 

Hyunjin sat in front of Felix, drinking what looked, and smelled, like coffee, (Y/n) scrunched her nose at the scent, it wasn’t her favorite. Jisung sat beside Felix, resting his head on the other's shoulder. He must be tired. (Y/n) thought. Bang Chan sat across from Jisung, drinking a smoothie, it looked delicious, making (Y/n)’s mouth water. Seungmin stood in a corner, looking down at the coffee maker, waiting for it to finish filling his cup. (Y/n) searched for Jeongin, but then she reminded herself that he wasn’t home, it felt weird, it felt a bit empty not seeing them all together. 

Minho looked up from what he was doing and noticed (Y/n) standing by the door. “Good morning bunny, come on, grab some breakfast, we don’t have long until we must leave,” (Y/n) walked over and grabbed a sandwich from Minho before she turned and looked at Changbin, she smiled expectantly at him, her eyes so wide and bright one could only describe them as puppy-like. Binnie chuckled at the realization, their bunny hybrid giving him puppy eyes. “Here is your smoothie, as promised,” “Thank you,” (Y/n) said as she accepted the glass from Changbin. 

The bunny walked over to the table and sat down beside Jisung, doing her best not to steal any glances at Felix’s bare upper body. All the boys at the table mumbled somewhat of a “good morning”, some had their mouths filled with food or drinks, and some were just really tired. “Hi,” (Y/n) answered back before she took a big gulp of the smoothie Binnie had made for her. It was full of delicious fruits, she felt mango and strawberries the most, and maybe a hint of peaches? “Mmmm,” “Was it as good as the first one you got?” Changbin asked before he emptied out his own glass that was filled with a smoothie. “Well, the first one will always be the best because it was the first one I ever got, but this one is really tasty too!” 

All seven boys who were in the room with the hybrid felt their hearts swoon at the happy smile that rested so naturally on the bunny’s lips and the spark in her eyes as she enjoyed her second ever smoothie. To think that there were people out there who had harmed such a beautiful and kind soul. 

“If you ever want another smoothie, just ask for one, next time, I might be able to teach you how to make one even, so that you can do it for yourself if we can’t help you,” “Thank you,” Minho walked over and looked down at the table, noticing that (Y/n) hadn’t taken a single bite out of her sandwich yet and neither had Jisung who was as good as asleep on Felix’s shoulder. Lee Know lightly hit Han on the head to wake him up and then he gently put his hand on top of (Y/n)’s head, making the bunny look up at him. “Eat your sandwiches, you two, and Ji, no sleeping at the table, also-” Minho turned to Felix, “you, go get dressed,” Felix gulped down the last of his breakfast before he stood up and walked out of the kitchen. 

(Y/n) couldn’t help her wandering eyes as she watched the dancer stand up, the way his muscles flexed and stretched, she felt tingly all over and she suddenly felt very thirsty but she thought that was because of the sandwich she was eating and not because of Felix. 

Both Hyunjin and Chan noticed the way that (Y/n)’s turned red, the sudden big gulp, the wandering eyes. No one can deny that Felix has a good body, and apparently, their little bunny finally noticed it too. Hyunjin felt his lips tingle a little as he remembered how soft the bunny’s lips were, and how he wished he could kiss her again, for real this time. Chan looked down to (Y/n)’s lips, seeing her tongue run over them to catch a stray crum from the bread, he didn’t want to rush her but damn did he want to feel her lips against his, would they feel as soft as they seem? Would she taste as sweet as she looked? He knew it might take a few days, weeks, months or even years before she would be comfortable to do things with all of them, maybe she wouldn’t ever want to be with all of them in that way, and that’s okay. However, he couldn’t deny the yearning that he felt deep inside for her. Her soul was so beautiful, so pretty, so kind and warm, not to talk about her looks, Chan sometimes forgets that she isn’t even human because she looks more like a goddess in his eyes. 

Jisung didn’t notice what everyone else saw, he was way too tired to even keep his eyes open. That night he had dreamt nightmare of (Y/n)’s past. He hadn’t even been there, experienced what she had gone through, but whenever he had closed his eyes, all he saw was dark shadows chasing (Y/n), they held weapons in their hands, eventually, she couldn’t run any longer, and the torture began, Jisung would jolt awake as he heard her scream. After the fifth or sixth time it happened, he gave up on sleeping. He wished he could have checked in on (Y/n), to see if she was sleeping, but he didn’t dare disturbe her or Changbin if they were asleep so he waited and waited until morning came to see if (Y/n) was alive and well. Deep inside he knew she was okay with them, but the anxiety from the nightmares clouded his mind with doubt of her safety. 

After a few bites of his sandwich, Jisung’s head once again felt heavy with exhaustion, he couldn’t hold it up anymore and eventually, he let it fall and it landed on (Y/n)’s shoulder. He fell asleep almost instantly as he inhaled her sweet scent, seeing her awake and smiling, hearing her talk and be so lively, so different from when they just met, he felt relieved, part of his anxiety slowly washed away as he rested on her shoulder. 

(Y/n) was surprised when Jisung’s head landed on her shoulder, but she welcomed the closeness, until she felt unease rush through her veins. His breathes were shallow, stressed, his body felt like it was burning up, her sensitive nose picking up something that smelled awful, she couldn’t even describe it, all she knew was that the scent came from Jisung, from inside him. (Y/n) gasped, catching the attention of everyone in the room. “What’s wrong, (Y/n)?” Seungmin asked as he walked over. “Jisung,” (Y/n) couldn’t form a coherent sentence, she was stressing, anxiety filling her own body. She didn’t understand what was wrong with Han, what if it’s something serious? 

Chan looked between (Y/n) and Jisung, only now noticing how exhausted and stressed Jisung looked, he looked sick. “What’s wrong with him? Can you feel something?” Chan asked. “I… I don’t…. know… um, scent, warm,” “Shhh, it’s okay, calm down, everything will be okay,” Minho immediately walked over to (Y/n) and enveloped her into his arms as Seungmin gently moved Jisung’s head away from the hybrid. “He’s burning up, hyung,” “This seems like a reaction to an anxiety attack, remember, he used to get like this often back when we just debuted?” Chan said as he too walked over to the younger rapper. Jisung was unconscious yet he seemed like he was in the midst of a panic attack, his breathing hurried, sweat forming on his forehead, body shaking and feverish. (Y/n) was shaking, her eyes couldn’t focus on anything, her temperature rising from the panic, tears silently falling down her cheeks. 

“Minho, and Jinnie, can you two take care of (Y/n) whilst Seungmin and Changbin take Jisung back to his room? I’ll go call the company and say that we might not come in today because of this, I’ll ask Felix to message Jeongin so that he knows what’s going on,” Everyone just nodded before getting to work. 

(Y/n) was shaking in Lee Know’s arms, so worried for Jisung that she internalized his own sickness onto herself. “This is similar to how she was when I found her, shaking, scared, confused,” Minho said as Hyunjin came over and gently scratched (Y/n)’s head, right by her long and soft bunny ears. Something she once mentioned calmed her down. “Yeah, it’s kind of how she got in the elevator too,” Hyunjin stopped his sentence to wipe away some of the tears from (Y/n)’s face, “it must be stressful to see someone in her newfound family collapse like this,” “(Y/n)? Should we at least move to the living room? So that you can sit down comfortably on the couch?” 

(Y/n) could barely hear what the two dancers were saying, it sounded like she was under water and they were above the surface talking. All she could do was just grip onto Minho’s shoulders just a little harder and hope that was enough of an answer to whatever question he had asked her. Minho tried to stand up as gently as he could with (Y/n) clutching on to him, Hyunjin helped with stabilizing the bunny and holding the door open for his hyung. They sat down on the couch, (Y/n) half in Minho’s lap and half on the couch, Hyunjin leaned over so that the hybrid was sandwiched between them and he once again began gently scratching her head. 

This had been one shaky morning, it started out so good but it quickly turned bad. Maybe a free day would do them all so good. The company wasn’t happy with them but they approved the sudden day off once Chan promised to work on some songs at home. Once Felix managed to reach I.N, the maknae hurriedly finished his personal schedule so that he could rush home as fast as he could. They all wanted to be there to comfort their family. When Jeongin got home, he found Minho, Hyunjin, and (Y/n) asleep on the couch with some low music playing in the background, Chan, Felix, and Changbin were sitting on the floor of Jisung’s room, half asleep as they watched over their brother, and finally, Seungmin was in the kitchen, cleaning up from the breakfast and prepping to make tea for everyone once they woke up again. Jeongin joined Seungmin in the kitchen, helping with the final pieces of the clean up, before he went to the living room, joining the hug-pile on the couch and letting himself fall asleep as well. Perhaps, the afternoon, will be kinder on all of them. 

And that was this chapter, I hope everyone enjoys it, what do you think will happen next? Will Chan get his moment to kiss our dear (Y/n)? Or will someone else perhaps steal her next kiss before him? Will Jisung be okay? I guess we will see, next time! 

[idakyrie]

Hi, I love your art and your Fake Peppino content!

And if it makes Bruno feel any better...

Fakey hates Pizzahead too (the sadistically silly man gave him anxiety and aggression)

Here ya go. He's nervous.

Oh hey, Peppino- I didn't see you there. Yeah, he's more nervous-

Hope you don't mind this, hehe!

Forgive him, he's having an anxiety attack again ALSO HI!!!

[thelaughtercafe]

Hello! I'm very happy to found your blog... since you said you accept darker content request... would you mind doing something related to "bullying" with lee kageyama and ler oikawa? I feel like only Oikawa strong enough to bully Kageyama, because Kageyama itself was already intimidating in my opinion... Thank you so much in advance! P.S. please avoid foot tickles hehe

Tea Type: Black Coffee

Potential Triggers: Bullying using tickling, I'm gonna give a non-con warning for tickling too, some trauma responses and panicked behavior

Pairing: Oikawa/Kageyama

Length: 1.6k+

Summary: A chance meeting leads to familiar feelings and anxieties thought long forgotten.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this anon, apologies for the wait! I was a little unsure just how dark I wanted to go with it so it took a bit to finish it but I hope you enjoy the final product! Definitely let me know whatcha think <3

Chance Meetings*

“Is that who I think it is?”

Kageyama froze in place; a long forgotten feeling of dread settling in his stomach. He felt his heart beat faster, heat flooding his cheeks as his eyes darted around, looking for an escape. He knew he shouldn't have gone to the sports store today. If he ran- he just knew he wouldn't get far. Not with him. 

A familiar arm slung around his shoulder and he whirled to lock eyes, still frozen. 

Oikawa laughed, eyes glittering in amusement at Kageyama's shock. 

“I should've known if I'd catch you anywhere it'd be here; heard you've been doing pretty well for yourself nowadays. Your team is pretty good.”

Kageyama nodded stiffly, wanting nothing more than for this to be over with. Maybe if he just told him what he wanted to hear he'd leave without a fuss. He cleared his throat and shrugged off Oikawa's arm, turning his face away as he headed towards the doors, trying to make it look casual. He tried to ignore the lump in his throat as he followed just behind him, a cheerful grin on his face. 

“Yeah, yours too. You're just as strategic as ever.”

“What can I say? Got to keep my opponents guessing~”

He tried not to remember his old encouragement methods, but failed, feeling more heat in his cheeks as he reached his car. He felt the weight in his chest begin to subside, a bit of genuine happiness making a small smile spread across his lips. 

“Sorry to cut the conversation short, I've actually got to meal prep for this week, but it was great seeing you again.”

Kageyama turned to try and open his car door but inhaled as Oikawa leaned over him, one arm over his head, subtly keeping the door closed and drawing his attention back his way. He tried not to flinch at the way Oikawa's once playful, light expression darkened, but only in his eyes. His voice and words remained bubbly. They were still in public after all. 

“Aww but I haven’t seen you in soo long Tobio~ I can help you! You don't mind me tagging along do you?”

Kageyama debated his options, nibbling his bottom lip and came to a decision. There really wasn't one. Oikawa was nothing if not resourceful, and stubborn. If he didn't agree now? He'd just get it worse later. Oikawa had never had any issues biding his time. He'd once said it gave him time to think up more “fun ideas”. For him, of course. 

So, Kageyama nodded with a sigh. 

“Sure, fine, whatever.”

He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably and Oikawa giggled, his eyes lighting right back up at his agreeance and poked Kageyama's unguarded midsection, making him jump and cover his stomach. 

“Aww c'mon cheer up Tobio! We'll have so much fun!”

Kageyama grumbled and got into his car as Oikawa moved over to his own after a cheerful wave to follow him home. 

Once there, things were nicer than Kageyama expected honestly. He helped him meal prep, talking animatedly about setting strategies that he too couldn't help but get passionate about, and their favorite college teams. Kageyama was finally relaxing from being jumpy at Oikawa’s surprise attack earlier when he struck while they were relaxing in the living room. 

Kageyama had sat on the other end of the couch when Oikawa eagerly bounded forward and straddled his waist. Kageyama grappled with him but quickly found himself overpowered, with his hands pinned under Oikawa's legs as he straddled his waist.

Oikawa laughed gleefully and cooed at him as Kageyama glowered up at him. 

“Aww, you didn't really think I'd letcha off the hook, how did ya? What kind of friend would I be if I didn't test your endurance? You know; for old times sake~”

Kageyama's heart beat wildly and he growled, trying to make himself more threatening. It worked on everyone in Karasuno, and even with his current team. Most normal people would've cowered, and apologized- but Oikawa was the one bastard that had never worked on. Not ever since he found out this stupid, downright humiliating weakness of his. 

It was kind of hard to be taken seriously when you were laughing your head off, and squealing like a child. 

“Now where to start, where to start? Any volunteers?”

Oikawa sounded sadistic as ever, eyes scanning his body for the slightest movement now that they were alone and Kageyama discreetly tried to squirm. No dice. He was stuck. Unfortunately he bucked his hips in the process and Oikawa’s eyes lit up. 

“I never took you to be so eager Tobio~ But if you insist!” 

Kageyama threw his head back in mirth as Oikawa drilled his thumbs into his hipbones, making him really buck, for all the good it did him.  

“Hhehehehey! Cut it ohohout, get off mehehehe!” 

“Nah, you must be having fun. Look at that beaming smile you’ve got! So cute~”

Kageyama groaned in annoyance at that, feeling his blush darken. 

“Ugh! I am nhahahahat! I swear when you let me up you’re dehehehead!! You hehehear me!? Dead!”

Oikawa’s eyes sparkled with mirth as he jeered down at him, his fingers ruthlessly toying with his hips before one jumped to scribble at his tummy, his shirt having ridden up from his struggling.

“Oho? Still have it in you to threaten me? That’s not very sportsmanlike of you Tobio! Besides, we both know you’d never be able to overpower moi!”

Kageyama wished he had the strength to fight back, to prove him wrong but tickling had always made him helpless, unable to do anything but laugh. He’d tried to get him back later, give him a taste of his own medicine once, back in college. 

It hadn’t gone well- Iwaizumi had walked in and all chances had evaporated in front of his eyes. Two on one was hardly fair, but seeing the momentary panic in Oikawa’s eyes and the snort he’d let out had been worth it. At least till he had been wrecked to tears for the attempt. 

His struggling finally bore fruit as he bucked particularly aggressively when Oikawa moved suddenly from his hip to the bottom of his ribs, finally allowing one of his hands freedom. He grabbed his wrist, tugging the offending hand up and off of him, panting and glaring. It wasn’t very threatening apparently, as Oikawa merely giggled at him, the fingers spidering along his stomach pausing. He cocked his head at him, brown eyes glittering with amusement.

“Oho? I’m impressed Tobio! You’ve bulked up since our school days!”

The hand at his tummy jumped to his exposed underarm and Kageyama yelped, air leaving him in a rush. Now that’s he’d gotten one of his hands, he had some leverage and strength and knowing he didn’t have much time, he acted. He raised his knee so it was flush against his captor’s side and brought both their hands down against the couch to push off his tricep to turn. Oikawa wasn’t expecting his sudden movements, and tumbled to the ground beside the couch, freeing his other hand in the process. He quickly released Oikawa’s wrist and jolted up, and over him seeking refuge in his bedroom and slammed it behind him, locking it just as a body slammed against it, causing it to jump back in surprise. 

He panted, swallowing harshly, hands trembling as he tried to think rationally. Oikawa wouldn’t break his door down. That was too direct for a scheming bastard like him. His eyes scanned the room for his phone and he felt his blood turn to ice as he realized it wasn’t here. Shit. The banging stopped, and Oikawa’s too sweet voice came through. 

“Aw c’mon Tobio, we were just playing~ I guess you’re a tad more sensitive than I remember. Sorry if I pushed you too much; if you come out, I promise I’ll play nice~”

Kageyama snorted, glaring at the door. He felt bolder, now that he was safe from his old “friend”.

“I’m not the same naive college kid you tormented, just leave, alright? I’m not gonna fall for your sweet words anymore!”

There was stony silence and Kageyama immediately regretted his speaking out, but it was too late to take it back now. 

So instead, he listened, backing up to sit on his bed and try to process. He couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid. Why did he bring him here? Now he knew his address. Maybe…Maybe he really hadn’t changed that much after all. If he was honest with himself, he’d always known some part of him missed Oikawa. For all his faults, his lack of listening sometimes…those good moments were still good. Maybe he was over-reacting-

He shook his head, holding his head in his hands. He was doing it again. Falling back on old habits to cope with Oikawa being in his life. 

“Tobio, I’m going to head out now! I put your meals in the fridge. And…I’m sorry. Really.”

Kageyama looked at the door with wide eyes. Oikawa actually sounded…remorseful. He sounded serious. Still, he didn’t move until he heard his door slam, and even then he held his breath and put his ear to his door, listening for any sign of footsteps, just in case. He twisted the knob and then headed back to the living room, letting out a breath as he realized he was truly gone. 

Everything was cleaned up, his living room just as it was, as if he was never there to begin with. 

He jumped in place at a sound, and his eyes flew to his phone, making him sigh. Just a text message. Stupid body. Why was he still so on edge? 

He grabbed his phone and swiped it open.

His eyes widened and his grip tightened, his other hand moving to cover his mouth. 

An unknown number.

The message?

‘Let’s meet up again sometime Tobio~’

[anticanonsposts]

Old Ask

From an ask from a hot minute ago that I forgot about <3:

So the jist is what if the reader has some sort of wrist injury, König helping them out, and what sex would look like hehe, nsfw under the cut so mdni

ok so during the winter months it goe pretty slippery outside of your apartment/house and you ended up falling and getting a small fracture in your left wrist (I’m not a doctor so I will be speaking from my ass about what should actually be done about an injury like this) 

you were told to just go easy on it for 4-6 weeks 

however to König this meant treating you like you were in a full body cast for at least a week

based on the way he described your injury to others, you would think that you were brutally attacked by a wild dog and tumbled down an icy hill, but it's ok you love your little drama king <3

he helped you get dressed, while he left the fashion choices up to you, he physically helped

he helped you shower, he couldn’t let his darling strain themselves by scrubbing their body 

listen does he get side tracked a little bit when soaping up your chest…yes but who can blame him????

selfishly he really likes how much time you guys spend together while you are healing

he knows that there are things you want to accomplish and get done during this time, but he does appreciate that the injury makes you slow down and be a bit more present in the moment 

however, he also has to complete some tasks alone that he usually would do with you

for example, grocery stores let's be honest can be sensory hell for ANYONE let alone someone who would feel comfortable around Andre the Giant and struggles with social anxiety

but, like you are using this time to get better at slowing down, he uses this time to get better at things that usually would cause him quite a bit of distress

ok but when you do get better he wants to go back to doing these things with you since he enjoys them more when you are there, but his skill still grow

he also helps a lot with chores around the house

one time about two weeks into recovery he catches you trying to do dishes with one hand and promptly pouts and shoos you away from the sink 

ok now  your sex life was definitely complicated by this injury

seeing as you usually called the shots and there was no way he was going to manhandle you injured, you two made a couple small changes

when you were on top, you obviously could no physically pin his arms anymore so he had to be such a good boy for you and listen to you when you tell him not to move his hands from above his head

this drove him even more wild than any physical bondage ever could

he also whined a lot more since you gave him so much praise 

‘mmm’proud that you’re being so good for me right now baby’

‘I know all you wanna do is touch me but you’re listening so well’

his hips would rut up into you, but you let it slide since he was already being so good, and was so helpful to you while you were healing

now when he was on top, he insisted on just bringing you to the edge of the bed so that he could stand while he fucked you because he didn’t want to risk any further injury to your wrist

by week 3 you promised him that you’d be fine and he finally got on the bed with you and really drilled into you and let you have it 

because even if your wrist hurt, the least he could do is make the rest of you feel amazing 

also after sex before you were out of your brace/cast he would also check in to make sure your wrist was doing ok

he knows that you love it when he just grips onto you but he refuses to risk injury or pain 

P.s. i just headcanon that he really is not into pain, and I think if you showed true pain/discomfort during sex he would be turned off and not be into it at all

[darkstarofchaos]

Ooo I really like your concept. I love a good story like that 😆. Slowburn is a favorite trope of mine, so I'm excited for you to get to write something like that. Ill be keeping an eye out hehe.

I too have a specific type of Prowl I like that many fics I saw of them dont have, though I still enjoy reading them. So I'm excited to see what your version is like, even if we end up having different Prowls!

Thanks! I have like, 5 other fics that I need to work on right now, so that one is sadly on the backburner, but hopefully I can get back to it before too long.

I'm curious what your favorite type of Prowl is, if you want to share! I find a lot of fics tend to treat him as like... Really cold and mean? I'm trying not to go on a rant, lol. But I'm so tired of fics where most of the Autobots are sympathetic to some Decepticon's plight, and then there's Prowl on the sidelines acting like said Decepticon's continued existence is a personal affront.

Also, a lot of people compare him to Soundwave (probably because he's perceived as cold and emotionless). My preferred take on Prowl is more like the Autobot Starscream, though - he's not trying to take over, but he pushes back on Optimus' plans if he doesn't like their odds of success, resists following orders if he considers them the wrong course of action, and is willing to do his own thing if he's not being listened to (I also inadvertently gave him a host of disorders by leaning into the thing in his G1 tech specs about how he doesn't handle the unexpected well, lol. The autism and processor crashes were deliberate, the social anxiety, generalized anxiety, temperature regulation issues, and absence seizures weren't. Turns out that if you sit down to explain why unexpected events lead to crashes, there's a ton of comorbidities and contributing factors).

So yeah, my Prowl is a bit of a mess, psychologically. And has an unhealthy relationship with morality (and Optimus) because he has low empathy and according to some people, that makes you a bad person. So even though he wants the best outcome possible for as many people as possible and is against causing harm when it doesn't accomplish anything, he struggles to feel like a good person and is susceptible to manipulation through moral attacks (this is totally not me expressing my frustration with the way both canon and fandom like to paint him as a villain for having perfectly reasonable concerns about his enemies).

Also, making the bot who turns into a police car an actual law enforcer was the most boring thing canon could have done with his prewar career. My Prowl was a defense attorney (if IDW Prowl, who was himself an enforcer, could look at his peers and see a corrupt system, then mine can be an advocate for criminal justice reform).

[romanpolitan]

FANKID ART DROP!!!!! (^w^) 🤍

felt like dropping some of my fankids! :D i love them all a lot hehe

info about them under the cut !!!!

Sundae Ren (she/her)

- semblance undecided, but she will have one

- bratty and blunt, super dry humor kinda unhinged like rwby chibi nora

- vegetarian

- oldest sister of JNPR berries

Poppi Arc (she/her)

- never unlocks her semblance

- twee style , weird girl

- autistic, similar to ren in attitude

- deaf, semi-nonverbal but uses a lot of sign

- the youngest kid of JNPR berries

i love jnpr berries poly, they all parent and raise the kiddo’s as siblings. there are 3 Arko’s kids apart of the family as well, but they have yet to be designed (juniper, alyx and louis)

Venus Rose (he/him)

- autistic

- only child

- semblance: eclipse. his semblance allows him to delve into shadows, he can then dissipate his body and travel between touching shadows without being seen

- clingy kid, separation anxiety, slept with his parents until he was like 10 type kid 😭

Aurelia Xiao-long (she/her)

- adopted

- semblance: spatulae. her semblance gives her fingers, pads of her palms, souls of her feet, and toes an adhesive ability allowing her to stick to any surface. this gives her sneak attacks and stealthy abilities

- wants to be a huntress like her moms :)

- snarky, smart, straight A student who gets an early ride into the huntsmen academy of her choice

- eldest sister

Sunny Xiao-long (she/her)

- youngest sister

- was carried to term by blake and is biologically related to her, jaune was the surrogate since he is close with them and sorta looks like yang

- transfem 🏳��‍⚧️ came out pretty young in the most supportive household ever

- lion faunus , ears + mane later as she gets older

- shy, inidepended kid

- undecided semblance

Atasi Wukong (she/they)

- she is their biological child, sun is transmasc and carried her

- monkey faunus with ears

- lazy eye but still capable of sight

- undecided semblance

- very laid back, silly girl, loves her aunty blake and is always playing around

penny and oscar have SO many kids 😭 they’re cutesy traditional-esc farming lesbians. i’m gonna rapid fire them as a lot of the info is on the drawing

firefly’s semblance is called hover: she came make herself float as well as small objects

octave’s semblance is called sound warp: he can create sound waves, use them to push things away, deafen them, and even manipulate peoples hearing slightly

neelie’s semblance is echo-location: similar to her twin she uses sound waves to locate and feel people around him. he can also send waves out to feel out the environments of further locations

mahogany’s semblance is called botanical arts: she is able to control and change the growth of plants and use them in different forms

olive’s semblance is anima: the ability to communicate with animals, later she develops the ability to also influence how they behave

last but not least flora, she’s like a hypothetical ‘if the world was happy’ 😭😭 ozma and salem are just a happy married couple who run Beacon and NOTHING bad ever happens EVER!!!! Also neither salem or ozma have last names, so i just gave them pine and they adopt oscar and take his :3

Flora Pine (they/them)

- albino

- not fully blind but like most albino pe,ople can barely see a foot away from their face

- intersex, identifies as nonbinary

- no semblance, has magic like their parents

- very close with their big brother oscar, shy and awkward similar to him in personality

[walkingstackofbooks]

Treat! (+ Sloan)

I gave @ectogeo-rebubbles the start of this in this ask, but as I said, its the only active Sloan WIP I've got so let's continue I guess! :P <3 <3 <3 (Although despite this all being Sloan, I have to admit I'm particulary fond of Miles' little cameo inside Julian's head here hehe)

<Link to ask game here!>

-- (This is M-rated maybe? They're only kissing so far...) --

By the time they got back to Sloan’s quarters, Julian was starting to feel hot and itchy. It’s just sex, he reminded himself. Relax, it’ll be fun. Sloan’s a good guy.

Sloan guided him towards the sofa, pushing him to take a seat. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, now towering over Julian, taking his chin in one hand and tilting it up towards him. Julian nodded breathlessly as Sloan moved to straddle him, and his mouth was met with a delicious warmth. He pressed into it with a satisfied moan, feeling his brain beginning to melt away.

Unfortunately, other parts of his brain were still very much active, and the kiss was not enough to silence his doubts. His anxiety was continuing to raise its objections – well, one objection. Do you really want to do this? it kept asking him. Yes! he responded viciously, shuddering as Sloan scraped his fingers through Julian’s hair, holding Julian’s head in a tight, unescapable grip. This is fucking hot. Shut up.

He wondered again if there hadn’t been some truth to Miles’ teasing, a week or so ago. If Miles were to be believed, Julian’s disquiet had come from how Sloan had immediately seemed to like him: “You’re an acquired taste, Julian,” Miles had said. “It’s weird how he wants to be friends with you without going through a period of finding you irritating. The man doesn’t even blink when you start monologuing!”

At the time, Julian had scoffed in mock offense, but the words had continued to strike a chord within him. He’d never cared all too much what others had thought of him: he was who he was, and while he was glad that his friends had come to like him over time, he would never have thought of changing just to get their approval. And it was true that, usually, he won his friends over time, despite his eccentricities. Perhaps Miles was right, and all this discomfort was just because he was unused to someone liking him right off the bat.

With great effort, he twisted his thoughts away from the incredibly unsexy second-guessing, back to Sloan, who certainly wasn’t being shy in showing how much he seemed to like Julian. Having ceased his attack on Julian’s lips, allowing them both the chance to breathe again, he smiled down at Julian warmly, stroking his cheek with his thumb.

“You’re incredible,” he said. “I knew you wanted this. God, the things I want to do to you…”

Julian leant back in for another kiss, but Sloan batted him away, shushing him with a firm finger on Julian’s lips. “So eager,” he chuckled. “Don’t you know, Julian: good things come to those who wait.”

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

(*Smashes through the door* I have finished the thing

I did lose steam part of the way through, so the ending is a little tepid, but I think it's still cute, hehe

Basically, this is 'Pep experiences fireworks for the first time and it is not fun'

Content warnings for: Depiction of a panic attack, self-harm (unintentional but still), descriptions of body horror, (sorta) flashback to war, an implied gun, and Peppino says fuck

Okay enjoy! (1,403 words under dere!!!)

It was busy.

Busier than usual.

Unusual for a Tuesday, but Pep didn't mind. He was more than happy to create and share his pizzas with others. But all the extra business aside, something else was unusual today, and Pep could not stop tasting it.

There was a constant saltiness to Peppino, most likely due to how much the man sweat, but the ever-growing pungency of raw onions and black pepper began to give his doppelgänger cause for concern. Was it just the amount of people visiting today? Was something going to happen? Pep did not know, but the thoughts caused his own anxieties to start bubbling in his chest. He chose not to ask, instead continuing on with helping Peppino close up shop for the evening.

The sky was very pretty at this time. Oranges, pinks and purples, as the sun said goodbye for today. Pep liked to watch the colours shift and change into deeper blues and indigos, but it didn't feel right today. He lifted his head from his arms, parts of where his chin and forearms began to merge getting pulled apart, and looked at the door of Peppino's room. It was made quite clear early on not to disturb him when the door was closed, and Pep respected his space, despite the gnawing urge to knock on his door. The clone gave a quiet huff, again noting the taste of pepper and onions, and… Something bitter…? Oh, cilantro… Yuck. Pep hadn't figured out what that taste was for Peppino yet, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant one. His eyes rolled in their sockets for a moment, trying to recall memories of cilantro. He thought back to just a few hours ago - Peppino did seem hesitant to say goodbye to Gustavo and Brick… Was it something to do with them?

Pep didn't have much time to ponder, as a shrill sound pierced through his thoughts, shattering them with a BANG. He was suddenly on high alert, skin inhumanely stretched up into points along his back and shoulders. There was another screeeeeech, and a BANG. His chest heaved as simulated breath grew tight in his non-existent lungs. And another. His nails dug into the windowsill, the black colouring beginning to spiral up his fingers. And another. Pep's vision started to blur as his eyeballs melted in his form of crying, but he could still see with every boom, colours flashed and danced outside. Was this some sort of warning? An attack? He couldn't make sense of it, as yet another BANG brought his hands to his ears. His doughy skin making a wet slap against itself as his fear made his form quickly unstable. There were other sounds too - crackling, popping, screaming… Or was it cheering…? - It didn't matter! Pep wanted it all blocked out, as he held onto his head tighter and tighter. His hands fused into his ears and cheeks, becoming unrecognisable as what they were supposed to be. But his fingers held strong, now striped with black as his sharpened nails buried themselves deep into his head. Every boom jolted him to his core. The smell of gunpowder made him sick- No, wait- He didn't know what that was? Did he? He felt himself sink further and further down into the mud. His lower body was caked in the stuff- No! There was no mud-! Why is there mud? Pep managed a look down, finding not a puddle of his legs, but… Boots? He didn't… Wear boots? Did he? He saw… Shrapnel around his feet. Discarded, pointed pieces of metals… But how did he know that? He couldn't of known that- Another BANG, followed by the crackling once more. He braced himself against the wall as dirt was thrown up into the air nearby. His grip tightened around the cool metal. Finger ready on the trigger- On the what? His hands were practically nothing! How was he holding-

"…-p…!"

…Huh?

"…-ep…!"

Something was warm. Warm, and clammy… It was frantic, but still gentle, as it pawed at him.

"Pep!"

Through all the bangs and pops, Pep heard Peppino, calling for him. Even though his body was just a puddle, he found his eyes and forced them to the surface of his being. Peppino leaned over him, looking more stressed than usual. Sweat beading down his face and something slick and oily on his hands…? Oh… That was himself… Pep force an ear to form, as Peppino seemed to be saying something, but it was too muffled to understand, and too fast for him to lip-read.

"-uda told you! I shoulda stayed out here! Fuck! Please be okay-!"

Pep just barely managed to process his words, most of his focus on trying to keep his features formed. His eyelids closed hard over his eyes, blinking a few times as his brow came together. He could feel his fingers forming, trying to pull himself out of himself. A dull, thudding pain made itself known, as his brain reformed, along with most of his head. His eyes weren't quite back in their oversized sockets, but Pep did notice Peppino's shoulders relax a little. Teeth and tongue came next, clumsily gnashing together in an attempt to speak, but it only came out as garbled, incomprehensible sounds.

"Hey! Hey! It's alright! Uh, take your time… Getting back together?" Peppino spoke slower than earlier, but there was anxiety on the edge of his words. Pep managed a soft noise in acknowledgement, pushing the parts of his face into the correct places. His neck and shoulders started to form, but he quickly felt the exhaustion weighing on him. He would not be able to form all the way. But he could at least pull as much of his melted lower half in as possible, becoming more compact and less of a puddle.

Peppino watched his clone slowly come together, but not as the tall and lanky, almost-passable person he usually was. Instead, as his dough was peeled off his palms like glue, Pep was only a few inches tall. This was not the first time Peppino had seen Pep change his size, but this was different. His legs remained as a puddle, and he looked more like a very soggy stuffed animal than a person, with a much larger head and eyes. The tiny Pep squeaked softly, holding his hands out and looking up to him. Peppino understood, and gently scooped him up, carrying him and sitting down on the couch with him in his hands. He could clasp his hands together and Pep would be completely covered… It was much easier to hide when you're so small. The idea sounded nice to him. Comforting almost. Peppino was brought out of his thoughts by another small squeak coming from his hands. Pep was looking up at him again, pointing to his head and miming a spiral coming from it. Fuck. What did Hazel say this meant again…? Pep mimed the gesture again, and then pointed to the window. Outside…? Oh…

"The sounds outside…?"

Pep nodded, and then mimed once more.

"Yeah, they are loud… But they-a should have stopped for now…" Peppino gave a small sigh, looking to the window. At least he hoped they stopped.

Pep held up his index finger and waved it for a moment. Peppino knew this one.

"They were fireworks. People shoot them into the sky and they explode in colours and-a lights."

Pep's brow furrowed for a moment, before holding up the same finger and touching his chest with the side of his hand. Peppino also knew this one - Pep liked to use it a lot.

"They use them when it's a celebration. I don't-a really get it… And I don't really like it either…" Peppino sighed again, a longer one this time. He was tired.

Despite the many questions popping into his head, Pep could taste green beans. He was quite tired too, instead deciding to nestle against Peppino's chest. He found that rhythmical thump-thump-thumping that he learnt about recently was soothing to him. Even if the noises - the 'fireworks' - came back, he imagined he would feel alright where he was.

Peppino couldn't help an amused huff as the tiny clone snuggled closer to him. Guess he wouldn't be making dinner just yet, so he leaned back into the cushions, keeping a hand around Pep as he dozed off.

"Night, Pep."

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Regally Smitten

chapter 6: epilogue

synopsis: A future king and his servant are bound by their forbidden love. With the odds stacked against them, and a jealous brother out for blood, will their love prevail? Or will history repeat itself?

chapter word count: ~2.6k

warnings: homophobia (specifically religious homophobia, this is a period piece so these beliefs are a reflection of the time period being portrayed, and the characters themselves, and do not reflect my personal beliefs. please read with caution and remember to take care of yourself. ily.) descriptions of violence, main character injury (no main character death), foul language, suggestive themes, brief mentions of anxiety, depression, and panic attacks. one mention of suicidal thoughts (but no action).

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and in no way represents any member of stray kids in reality. this is a fanfiction and should be treated as such. this is not me “shipping” them, these are simply characters based on real life people. i don’t need the minsung antis coming for me.

authors note: this is the last chapter! thank you to anyone who has read this all the way through. i really really appreciate you. <3 now back to your regularly scheduled programming tomorrow. hehe

series masterlist - main masterlist

Han didn’t know what happened. He peeked around Ser Erin’s large frame and watched as Minho peered at the crowd, clearly searching for something, or someone. Han didn’t see Rian approach his brother from behind, didn’t see the dagger in his hand. But Han did see Minho crumple to the floor. His first instinct was to run to him, he tried to push Erin out of the way, he would push everyone out of the way. But Ser Erin was too large, too strong. And it’s probably for the better, because the crowd exploded into chaos. Some were rushing the dais, some were trying to find the exit, unsure of what was happening. Ser Erin grabbed Han and pulled him through a small doorway to their right. The room was average sized, and void of any furniture. Just the cold stone floor and a few cleaning supplies left behind by the maids.

"Stay here." Ser Erin had Han by the shoulders, looking into his glassy, unfocused eyes. Han wasn’t registering what he was saying. He had just seen the love of his life be stabbed by his own brother. Again, Han wanted to run to Minho. He didn’t know what he would do if he was able to make it to him, but he had to try. Ser Erin gave him a small shake. "Stay here. Do you understand? I have to go help the king. But your safety is main priority."

Han focused on Erin’s face. Main priority? Shouldn’t Minho be the main priority? Isn’t that the whole point of Ser Erin’s job? What was Ser Erin doing here with Han anyway?

"You should have been next to him!" Han yelled, placing his palms against Erin’s chest and pushing as hard as he could. The large man didnt budge. "How could you let this happen!" Tears were streaming down Han’s face. He banged his fists angrily against Erin’s chest. The large man grabbed Han’s wrists, holding him still.

"He told me to protect you." Erin explained. "I am trying to go help him, but you have to promise to stay here. If you’re here, I know exactly where you are and that you are safe."

"He told you to protect.. me?" Han asked, confused.

"We don’t have time for this, Han!" Erin raised his voice. "Are you going to stay put so I can go help him?"

Han nodded, shoving Erin toward the door. "Go, go. I’ll stay here."

Outside the small room , the noise started to quiet down. Han paced back and forth, wearing holes into his shoes. After what felt like an eternity, the door cracked open. It was queen mother Charlotte. She quickly gave the room a once over and then swung the door wide. Ser Erin walked in, carrying a limp Minho in his arms. Han thought Minho looked so small draped over Ser Erin’s forearms. The large man carefully placed Minho on the floor. Han hurriedly took his jacket off and folded it up, placing it as a cushion under Minho’s head. Han looked down at him, at his love. He looked peaceful. He was unconscious, the wound in his side still bleeding. Ser Erin had pressed a piece of cloth to the wound and was holding it in place.

"Your Grace, may I ask you to please go fetch the healer?" Ser Erin asked, looking at Charlotte. She nodded quietly before hustling out of the room, the door closing softly behind her.

Han’s tears were dripping onto Minho’s shirt, staining the fabric. "Is he…" Han couldn’t finish the sentence. Couldn’t let his mouth utter the words. What would Han do if it were true? He thought he may find the biggest guy in the kingdom and pick a fight. Or maybe he would climb up to the top of Minho’s tower, to his chambers, and walk right out of the open air balcony and just keep walking. The pain of hitting the cobblestones would be nothing compared to the pain of loosing Minho.

"No. He’s just unconscious." said Erin. "I think he hit his head when he fell."

Han knelt next to Minho, pulling the king’s head to rest in his lap. He used his fingertips to brush the hair out of Minho’s face. Han could see that freckle on the side of Minho’s nose. He loved that freckle. He wished he could see the chocolate color of Minho’s eyes, but instead could only see his long beautiful eyelashes, tickling his cheeks. Han rubbed the pad of his thumb back and forth across Minho’s flushed cheek.

"Your Grace.." he whispered. "Can you hear me?" Han squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from falling.

"C-call me M-minho." the king wheezed.

Han’s eyes flew open, and staring back up at him, were pools of chocolate. "Are you crying?" Minho whispered. Han nodded, the tears falling freely now. He couldn’t stop them. "Hannie, don’t cry." Minho reached for Han’s cheek and winced in pain.

"Don’t!" Han reached for Minho but didn’t know where to grab, where to touch that wouldn’t hurt him. So he just held his hands up. "Don’t move. The healer is coming."

Minho continued to stare up at Han, memorizing his face. He had never seen Han from this angle. "You’re cute." Minho whispered.

Han looked taken aback. "And- and you’re bleeding." he said.

Minho laughed, a truly beautiful sound, Han thought. But it was cut short as he winced in pain.

Han looked at Ser Erin. "Where is that damn healer!" he yelled. "He’s in pain!"

"They shouldn’t be far." Erin said.

"I’m okay, Han." Minho tried to comfort him. "Really. It doesn’t hurt that bad."

Han sniffled. "You’re lying." he pouted.

"Maybe a little bit." Minho smiled. He looked down his nose at Ser Erin, who was kneeling at his feet, holding pressure to the wound in his side. "Ser, i’ve been thinking about it for the last few minutes while I lay bleeding.."

Ser Erin nodded. "What’s that, Your Grace?"

"I want you to be king." Minho said.

Han gasped. Ser Erin looked equally as surprised. "Your- Your Grace, I couldn’t."

"You could. You’ve been next to every king for the last 40 years. You would do a fine job." Minho told him. "I’m not cut out for this."

"I am not in the bloodline." Erin argued.

"Yes, but my brother has fled, and if I die then who will be left to run the kingdom?" Minho asked.

"Die?" Han choked back a sob. "You’re not going to die."

Minho looked up at him. "No, i’m not going to die Hannie, please don’t cry. I’m okay." he explained. "But the people don’t know that. the only reason I agreed to take the throne in the first place was so that Rian couldn’t have it. He would be a terrible king. But the people would never have him now after his scandal and after.. you know."

"Stabbing you." Erin finished the bleeding man’s sentence.

Minho looked at the large man at his feet and smiled. "Exactly. But you… you would be a great king."

"And what about you, Your Grace?" Ser Erin asked.

"I think I would like to live a quiet life in the countryside if that’s quite alright." Minho looked up at Han again. "With my little chipmunk. If he’ll have me."

Han looked at Minho, his eyes wide, before looking up at Ser Erin. Minho can’t talk like this in front of other people. This could be bad.

"Erin doesn’t mind." Minho said, reading Han’s thoughts. "He knows how terribly in love with you I am. He doesn’t judge."

Han nodded. And then Minho’s words sunk in. "Wait, what?"

Minho smiled. "I said I love you."

Han looked nervous again, the dragons were back in his tummy, their big wings making him feel nauseous. "I—"

Thee door opened, queen mother Charlotte and a healer in tow.

——

It had been a few days since the coronation, Minho lay in his bed, healing from his wound. The healer said it was a very badly placed stab, or well placed, depending on who's side you're on. He said that Minho was very lucky. Han had been with him every second since. Too scared to leave his side even for a moment. But that had to change today. Today was the day that they got out of the castle. athe people had been told of Minho's death, and his memorial was scheduled for today. All of the people would be gathered in the town square to remember their king that never got his chance to reign. But in reality, Han and Minho would be sneaking out while everyone was distracted. Minho finally felt well enough to carry his own weight, and to hopefully ride a horse. Ser Erin had a plan to lead them out of the back of the castle and put them on a path in the right direction to where they wanted to go. Which was far away from here. Some quiet village on a coast maybe, somewhere they could easily stay hidden and live out their days together. Maybe once the drama surrounding the coronation blows over a little bit, and Minho changes his appearance slightly, they would be able to go out for walks together. Along a small creek, holding hands would be nice.

But Han had a few things to gather before they could leave. He placed a kiss on a sleeping Minho's forehead before quietly exiting the room. He made his way down the hall, headed to his basement bedroom for the last time. He spotted Hyunjin from afar, he was standing down the hall and he was talking to.. Lady Eliza? Han froze. Hyunjin seemed to be holding his own, though Han knew he was freaking out on the inside. He was proud of his friend for having the courage to talk to someone he so admired. Han envied him sometimes. His courage.

Hyunjin looked up and made eye contact with Han. He held up a single finger, telling him to wait there for a moment. Hyunjin said his final goodbyes to Lady Eliza, before bowing slightly and turning toward Han. As soon as Hyunjin’s back was turned to the lady and she could no longer see him, his face broke out into the biggest grin Han had ever seen. Hyunjin practically skipped down the hallway toward him.

"Uh.. what was that about?" Han asked.

Hyunjin let out a little squeal. "She came up to me." He explained. "She said she admired my bravery for telling Ser Erin about Rian’s affair. She said she really values honesty."

Tgey began to walk in the direction of their room.

"That's great, jinnie." Han smiled. "Sounds like she likes you."

"Well I was trying not to let myself get too excited.." Hyunjin was beaming. Han thought he had never seen his friend this happy before.

"Maybe don’t show her Cactus Eliza just yet." Han joked.

Hyunjin playfully pushed his friend, before opening the door to their shared room. Once they stepped inside, the energy shifted. seeing all of Han’s things packed up, though he didn’t have many, really reminded them that this was their last goodbye. at least for a little while.

"How is the king?" Hyunjin asked.

"Dead. Remember?" Han said flatly.

"You know what I mean." Hyunjin sat on his cot, pulling his pillow into his lap.

"He's good. He's healing well." Han pulled at a loose string on his tunic. "We're actually leaving tonight."

"Tonight?" Hyunjin looked a little surprised. "So soon? It’s only been a few days."

Han nodded, grabbing his bag from the corner, stuffed with all of his clothes. "Minho's memorial service is today. Ser Erin thinks it would be good distraction for our escape."

"Ser Erin is probably right." Hyunjin said, quietly.

Han shifted his weight back and forth between his two feet, unsure of how to move forward.

"I’m gonna miss you, you know." Hyunjin said.

"Me?" Han asked playfully. "But you have Lady Eliza now."

Hyunjin chuckled, the sound watery.

"I’m gonna miss you too, Jinnie." Han said, patting Hyunjin on the shoulder.

Hyunjin looked up at him and stood, before pulling Han into a tight hug. "You tell the king that I said he better take care of you." Hyunjin was trying to sound stern thorugh all of his emotion, but was failing.

Han pulled back. "He’s not the king anymore." he pointed out.

"Semantics."

They both laughed.

"Maybe after a little time has passed and we've settled and everything dies down a little, you can come visit us." Han said, sounding hopeful.

"ai would like that." Hyunjin smiled. "I cant belive that everything worked out the way it did. When you came in here that night and told me that you had a crush on the prince, I thought we were all doomed."

"We almost were."

"True." Hyunjin agreed. "But I like to believe that love conquers all. Nothing can stop you guys as long as you have each other."

Han gave Hyunjin the side eye. "That was so sappy."

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "I think it was romantic."

"2ell dont sweep Lady Eliza off her feet too early, with all that romance."

"Shut up." They smiled at each other, pain in their eyes.

"It’s not goodbye forever." Han said, comforting Hyunjin as much as himself, tears pooling on his waterline.

"It can't be." Hyunjin said, holding back his own tears. "We're brothers. We took an oath. You're never getting rid of me."

----

one year later

Han awoke to the smell of cooking food. The smell filled the cottage, and it smelled damn good. Han rubbed his sleepy eyes and threw his legs over the side of the bed. The wooden floor was cold on his bare feet, so he slipped on his house shoes. They scraped along the floor as he struggled to pick his feet up. Down the small hallway, he found the source of the smell. Minho was standing in the kitchen, cooking on the cast iron stove. He heard Han behind him and turned around.

"Morning chipmunk, you hungry?" he asked, smiling.

Han nodded and drug his feet across the kitchen floor until he was in front of Minho. He sleepily laid his head on Minho’s chest, wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist. Minho hummed before wrapping his arms around Han’s shoulders, pulling him closer. He burrowed his face in Han’s hair. Breathing in the smell of his shampoo. The food popped and cracked in the pan, drawing Minho back to the present. He kissed the top of Han’s head before pulling away and turning back to the stove.

A small meow sounded from the floor. Han looked down to see one of their cats weaving his way in between his legs and back again, rubbing along his ankles. He leaned down and gave the creature a small pet. He glanced around the cottage, looking for the other two. Shuffling his way across the room, he found them, curled up together on the floor in a bright patch of morning sunlight. He gave them each a scratch behind the ear. The sound of birds chirping flitted through the cracked window, drawing Han’s attention. The view from their window was picturesque, snow capped mountains in the distance, their horses softly grazing in the field.

Gazing out the window, he felt the sudden urge to cry. The peaceful scenery, the fluffy companions, the cozy cottage, and the once prince, had Han overcome with emotion. Tears brimming his eyes, he gazed in Minho’s direction. He absentmindedly swayed back and forth as he cooked, the princely rear looking extra good in his striped pajama pants. And to think that they almost didn’t have this. They almost ended up in the afterlife, two souls meant to never be apart, never together. But somehow, they managed. Somehow, whether it was the gods, or the universe, or their own luck, Han didn’t know. But he was incredibly grateful for the path that led him here. For the path that led him to his prince.

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[chrisevansonly]

Butterfly Healing (Rues 800 Followers Sleepover Event)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Girlfriend Reader

*Custom Prompt*

Summary: anxiety can be a silent killer, or it can be a loud force, and when it attacks your system, the one person you love most in the world, will always be there to guide you through it

A/N: post two hehe i'm really making my way somewhat through this list, I hope these aren't ending up too short, but thank you everyone for the prompts I've been going through them and loving them all<3

Word Count: 559

You smiled at the small butterfly tattoo that rested on your ribcage just under your left breast, the subtle pop of blue in the wings filling you with a sense of joy, Chris had taken you this morning to get it after asking him for weeks to do it. The meaning behind it significant to you and your journey with mental health, showcasing your growth and resilience as you battle the storm every day. You had your ups and downs through the week, depending on how your day went, usually dictated when your anxiety would act up. It was no surprise after a full overloaded day of work that you found yourself buried underneath the comforter of you and your boyfriend’s shared bed. The rain tapped quietly against the floor to ceiling windows, which gave you some small form of comfort, but the thoughts in your mind raged, and your heart quickened in your chest. 

Chris had gotten up almost a full two hours ago which only added to the guilt beginning to surge itself into your anxious thoughts, you felt like you were being lazy, and unproductive leaving everything for Chris to do while you just lay and suffered. You knew taking something for your panic attacks and anxiety would probably be beneficial, but just the thought of getting up and moving to the bathroom was proving to only enhance the panic and tightness in your chest

“Baby...?”

Your eyes moved to the bedroom door where Chris was, a sad smile on his face as he brought in some toast, a smoothie, and your prescription bottles, which you figured he probably grabbed this morning 

“H-Hi”

“Hi sweet girl…how are you feeling?”

You shrugged and he could tell right away it was going to be a day where you’d lean on him more than usual, so he placed everything on the bedside table, leaning down to press a few kisses to your forehead. His arms slid around your midsection to sit you up, grabbing your medication and holding it for you along with the smoothie 

“I know you’re probably not hungry, but I need you to take these and have some smoothie alright...? We’ll take it slow today but I’ve gotta get these into your system”

“O-Okay...”

You took the pills and placed them in your mouth, swallowing them down with the help of the very delicious strawberry mango smoothie

“There we go, good girl”

He helped you take a few more sips before settling into bed with you and bringing you to his chest, his hands drawing shapes on your back in an effort to pull your focus onto him

“I’m sorry I’ve been so lazy today…I just left you to do everything”

“None of that baby, I know when you aren’t feeling your best and that’s when I need to step up to help you, I will always do that for you, no matter what, because I love you”

Feeling tired and slightly out of it you pressed a kiss to his chest conveying what you wanted him to know, and the two of you stayed wrapped up under the blankets, your mind slowing down as the clouds rolled on and darkness fell over your room, feeling more than grateful you had Chris to help pull you out of the storm, no matter how bad it got. 

[mirisss]

Chapter 9

Stray Kids OT8 x hybrid! afab! reader

Warnings: anxiety, mentionings of a breeding facility, verbal and physical child abuse, neglect, spiked collars, blood, injuries, scars, suicidal thoughts, being apathetic, panic attacks, low self-esteem, I think that's everything,

This chapter involves flashbacks into (Y/n)’s past, so it’s a lot of angst but there are also fluffy moments in the chapter. 

Wordcount ≈ 3.2k

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10,

“He’s here, come on, (Y/n), we can go home and watch a movie and maybe draw some more,” “That -” YAWN “- sounds nice” “Haha, tired I see,” And so we got in the car, I barely sat down before my eyes were closing. The last thing I remember is hearing a low humming from Hyunjin as I rested my head against his shoulder before I fell into a deep sleep. 

Hyunjin’s POV

As soon as we sat down in the car, (Y/n) fell asleep with her head resting against my shoulder. I managed to move around to buckle her seatbelt without waking her. I leaned my head against hers as I lowly hummed an unfamiliar tune. Every now and then, (Y/n)’s body would twitch a little, not enough to wake her but enough to keep her from being comfortable. I recognized the twitching, Jisung does it sometimes too. I have done it a couple of times. 

Anxiety. 

Her anxiety is making her twitch, shiver, flinch even. That explains why she’s tired all the time, the anxiety twitches are keeping her from resting properly. I wish we knew more about what she has been through so that we can help her. 

Her ears twitch every once in a while too, though after doing some research on bunny hybrids, that was a normal trait for them. Her breathing was slightly too quick to be relaxed, but the way she nestled into my shoulder made my heart race. She was so cute. I loved her just as I loved the other members. She might not have been with us for that long, but it didn’t matter. Now that she’s in our lives, everything feels complete. 

I looked up and out of the car window, seeing that we were only about two minutes away from our apartment. “(Y/n), sweetie, bunny, wake up, we’re home,” 

(Y/n)’s POV

“(Y/n), sweetie, bunny, wake up, we’re home,” Home. That is such a nice word. I slowly came back to consciousness as I heard Hyunjin’s sweet voice calling my name. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that I was resting against Jinnie’s shoulder. As I understood what I was doing, old habits took over me and I jerked myself away from him. “Sorry,” “It’s alright, bunny. I don’t mind. It was cozy. Now, come on, let’s go home,” “Home,” Before I could stop myself I repeated the word home, Hyunjin looked down at me, his eyes looked glassy, almost as if they were filled with tears. “Yes, home.” 

The car came to a stop and we got out of the car. Hyunjin stretched out his hand and smiled at me, his eyes darting almost nervously between his hand and my eyes. I carefully took his hand, afraid that this was all a dream and if I moved too quickly, it would disappear. We went into the building, the elevator was empty for the first time since I came here. Elevators usually spike my anxiety. Reminding me of my past. 

Flashback

When I was nine years old I was still with my first owner. The breeders who had my parents. They weren’t exactly mean, but neither were they nice. They only cared about the hybrids they had of the highest quality. I was not one of those. They fed me enough to keep me healthy, but they gave me no love. They never spoke with me, they never pet me, they barely even looked at me. 

I hadn’t seen my parents or siblings since I was three. I felt isolated and lonely. The only friend I had was a desert fox who lived in the cage beside mine. He was also an outcast like me. The breeders said his personality wasn’t good, it didn’t fit his species. I didn’t understand what they meant, he was the nicest person I knew, before I got to know SKZ that is. 

One day, one of the breeders came up to me with a scary man. The unfamiliar man stared at me with a weird, creepy look in his eyes. I backed away as far as I could in my cage. My whole body shivering, my instincts screamed at me to run but I was stuck. I couldn’t escape. “I believe this one fits everything you wanted. Quite, small, obedient, ugly.” The breeder and the man laughed loudly, the creepy man agreed, saying he’ll take me. I began crying. Begging the breeder to let me stay. The fox boy in the cage beside me raised his voice trying to stop them from taking me. 

“No! Don’t take her, take me. Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t take her. Please, please, let her stay. NOO!” “Please, I want to stay. Please, I don’t want to go, please, help,” “(Y/n)!” That was the last time I saw him. He screamed my name as they dragged me out of the room filled with cages of neglected hybrids. 

The creepy man dragged me out of the breeding facility with a spiked collar. The spikes dug into my neck, causing permanent damage to my skin. Silent tears ran down my cheeks as no sound would leave my throat. It was my first car ride, and I didn’t want to ever get in another car, at least not with this man. I was nine years old, and he hit me, laughed at me, called me names, and told me how he would cut me and torture me for his own pleasure. 

When we arrived at wherever he was taking me, he once again dragged me along with the spiked collar. There was a tall building in front of us, and we were walking straight toward it. I tried calling for help as I saw many people around us, some of them looked but after seeing the man who was dragging me they all looked away, others didn’t look at all. 

When we came inside the building, we went into a strange small room, a loud *ding* could be heard as the doors opened. The tiny room was packed with people. I didn’t want to go, but the man pulled me inside, the spikes had now penetrated my skin completely, and drops of blood ran down my neck. “Nice toy you got there boss,” A few people said the same thing, as they all stared at me. Their voices harsh on my sensitive ears as they all laughed loudly. 

“Yes, we all will be able to enjoy this one. I made sure to buy a young one, so it will last long,” They spoke about me as if I were an object and not a living being. “Mm, so many fun things to do with such an ugly toy. I know it’s young but I hope it becomes prettier in the future,” My heart hurt from hearing what they said. It was true. I wasn’t pretty, that’s why the breeders didn’t keep me. It was why I didn’t deserve love. 

During the five years, that I lived with that man and his friends, the elevator was a common place for verbal and later on, physical abuse. Whenever someone saw me walking around the building, they would drag me into the elevator, hitting me, kicking me, spitting on me, pulling my ears, my hair, or my tail. They would curse at me, scream at me, and tell me why I didn’t deserve to live. After five years, they kicked me out after I became numb to their advances. 

I stopped speaking. I stopped crying, I stopped eating, I didn’t react to anything anymore, no matter what they did, I never reacted. I felt nothing but emptiness. I wanted nothing more than to die. If this was all my life was worth, I didn’t want to continue. When I stopped reacting, I stopped being fun for them so they kicked me out. Hoping I would die on the streets, all alone. Alone. That was all I knew how to be. 

Elevators always remind me of the scars around my neck, the scars that littered my body from the abuse it suffered all those years, and most importantly, elevators remind me of how ugly and worthless I am in the eyes of many. 

End of flashback

As I was pulled into a flashback, my breathing picked up, I couldn’t breathe, my eyes couldn’t seem to focus on anything, my knees felt weak, I found my own eyes in the mirror, it felt as if I looked into the eyes of my terrified nine-year-old self. 

“(Y/n)! (Y/n), bunny, hold on, it’s okay, just breathe, hey, I’m here,” Hyunjin’s voice seemed far away as if he was in another room. I felt his gentle touch on my arms, I knew it was him, I knew I was safe, but my body didn’t understand. The doors to the elevator flew open with a *ding*, I used my full strength and pushed myself out of the elevator, landing on the floor outside. My arm hurt from landing on it awkwardly, but all I focused on was getting as far away from the elevator as possible.  

“(Y/n), please breathe, please,” My eyes slowly stopped darting around, they focused on Hyunjin’s eyes which were filled with tears as he looked down at me. Worry was written all over his handsome face. I didn’t want him to cry, especially not because of me. 

Third Person POV

(Y/n) looked up at Hyunjin as he leaned over her. The hybrid was lying on the floor, shaking, struggling to breathe, teardrops running down her cheeks. The dancer leaned over the scared hybrid, trying to calm her down, his own eyes and cheeks stained with tears, his heart hurt from seeing (Y/n) like this. 

One of (Y/n)’s arms reached up and gently caressed Hyunjin’s cheek. Her hand was cold against his warm cheek. She still trembled as she tried to catch her breath. Before she knew what she was doing, she leaned her head up, her hand gently guiding Hyunjin’s head down. Their lips barely met, the kiss so gentle it almost didn’t happen, but it did. Hyunjin’s heart raced a thousand times quicker as he realized what they were doing. He was kissing (Y/n). (Y/n) was kissing him. 

Hyunjin broke away from the kiss, a surprised look on his face as he looked down at the bunny. (Y/n) too looked surprised. She hadn’t realized what she had done, it seemed to be pure instinct. “I’m sorry,” (Y/n) whispered as she looked away, her hand falling from his cheek. “It’s okay. I liked it. Um, how about we get off the floor and go inside the apartment, to talk about what happened,” (Y/n) nodded in response, too embarrassed to speak. 

They went inside the apartment, first going into separate rooms to change clothes. (Y/n) got dressed in the fuzzy pajamas that Jeongin reminded her they had bought, it was warm and cozy. It smelled of Jeongin and Felix. (Y/n) inhaled their scents, it calmed her down. She still felt embarrassed over kissing Hyunjin, she had never done something like that before. Her first kiss. Her first kiss. 

Hyunjin was changing into some comfortable clothes too. His mind completely focused on what happened only minutes prior. (Y/n)’s soft lips against his own. Her cute eyes opened wide as she realized what she had done. Her small hand against his cheek. The way she pulled him in. It was intoxicating. He wanted more, but he had to hold himself back. (Y/n) probably didn’t mean to kiss him, she wasn’t ready, he thought. Especially after what happened in the elevator. 

Hyunjin walked into the living room and found (Y/n) sitting on the couch. One of her legs bounced anxiously on the floor. “Hey, do you want some water or tea, or maybe some hot chocolate?” “Water please,” “Alright, I’ll be right back with it,” (Y/n) was nervous, and anxious, thinking that she had truly ruined this now. She kissed Hyunjin without his permission, he was probably going to call the others and tell them that she couldn’t stay. That was what (Y/n) thought. 

“Here you go, bunny,” (Y/n) carefully took the cold water bottle from his hand, opened it, and took a sip. The cold water calmed her burning throat from the panic attack she had just a few minutes ago. “Would you be okay with telling me what happened in the elevator?” “It sparked some old memories,” “Could you tell me more about these memories? You don’t have to but I want to be able to help you, we all do, if you don’t feel ready to talk about it now, that’s okay, but please don’t be afraid to open up about what you’ve been through,” 

He spoke with so much sincerity in his voice and so much love in his gaze as he looked into the hybrid’s eyes. (Y/n) took a deep breath before she told him of the flashback she had. New tears clouded her eyes, Hyunjin embraced her in a calming hug as she cried and told him of all the horrible things the man had put her through. 

“Oh bunny, I’m so sorry, no one should ever have to go through such things,” Hyunjin held (Y/n) tighter as he did his best to calm her down. They stayed like that for a good 20 minutes until the door opened. Minho, Felix, and Jeongin stepped inside. Once they came into the living room they found Hyunjin and (Y/n) curled up on the couch together. The hybrid was still slightly shaking from crying and going through all of those memories twice. 

“What happened?” Felix said as soon as he realized that (Y/n) had been crying. “It’s a long story and I don’t think (Y/n) has it in her to tell it again or be present for it to be told,” Hyunjin answered, Minho noticed that the tall boy’s eyes were glossy, he too had been crying. “Alright, we’ll talk later. Now, do you want to watch a movie, eat something, sleep, or something else?” (Y/n) sniffled a little before she leaned away from Hyunjin’s warm embrace. “I’d like to take a bath if that is fine,” “Of course, come on, I’ll set it up for you,” Jeongin said as he gave her the wide smile she loved. 

Jeongin tried to cheer (Y/n) up by joking around and smiling. His presence did make her feel a bit better. Once again, he reminded her of that fox from the breeding facility. Warm, safe, familiar. His eyes were kind, with so much love and adoration in them. His touch was warm and gentle. Jeongin was happiness to her. “Do you want some bath salts in the bath?” “What’s that?” “Oh, they’re like tiny crystals that make the bath smell nice,” “Do you like those?” Jeongin smiled even wider at the question. “Yeah, they’re nice, we have a couple of different scents, this one’s my favorite!” He held out a little bottle with blue crystals, opened the lid, and let (Y/n) take in the scent. The hybrid inhaled the scent, it instantly reminded her of Jeongin. 

“Do you like it?” “Yeah, it, um, it smells like you,” “I’ll put some in the bath then,” Jeongin poured a few of the crystals into the warm water filling the tub. “There we go! Your towel is here, the same spot as always, and you have your clothes here, and I think that’s all,”  Jeongin was about to walk over to the door and leave (Y/n) in the bathroom. “Wait,” (Y/n) took a hold of his hand. 

“Hmm, what’s wrong?” “Can you just stay with me for a little while longer, I don’t want to be alone just yet,” “Alright, I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to,” They sat down on the floor, (Y/n) still held onto his hand. Jeongin kept an eye on the water in the tub, making sure it didn’t fill too much. “Can you hug me?” “Of course,” Jeongin turned off the water before he opened his arms and (Y/n) scooted closer into his embrace. 

“(Y/n), remember what we talked about earlier?” “About all of us facing challenges in the past?” “Yeah, you don’t ever have to be ashamed of what you’ve been through, none of it was your fault. We won’t ever hurt you, nor will we let anyone hurt you,” (Y/n) held onto Jeongin just a little tighter. “Can I tell you something about what happened today?” “Of course, if you want to tell me, then I’ll gladly listen,” “I’m embarrassed and worried about it,” “It’s okay, whatever it is, it will be fine,” “I kissed Hyunjin,” Jeongin looked down at (Y/n), not believing his ears. 

“What?” His voice was shocked, yet his eyes still held nothing but love and adoration. Making (Y/n) feel a little less worried. “I kissed Hyunjin. I didn’t even notice, I didn’t know what I was doing, it just happened,” “Okay, do you regret it?” “Um, I don’t know. I liked it, I think. I’ve never done anything like it before. I’m just scared that he’s angry with me,” “I promise you, that he is not angry. I’m certain he’s over the moon with joy. We all love you, and kissing is a sign of love, so none of us would be angry with you for kissing us, we just want you to do it when you want to, we don’t want to pressure you into anything,” 

(Y/n) listened intently as Jeongin spoke, his voice brought the bunny comfort. Her eyes explored his face. From his warm eyes to his nose, to his sharp jawline, and stopping at his lips. Something within her, yearning to feel his lips against hers. Even though the kiss with Hyunjin had barely happened, she yearned for more. She yearned to feel love in its purest form. 

“Can I… Can you, kiss me?” Jeongin smiled widely, his eyes seemed to sparkle as he leaned a little closer. “Are you sure?” (Y/n)’s eyes once again darted between his eyes and his lips. She felt safe. She felt loved. “Yes, I’m sure,” Jeongin leaned even closer, his heart racing. He was nervous and excited. The bunny felt the same as she leaned a little closer. Their lips were only mere millimeters apart. (Y/n) closed her eyes, fully trusting Jeongin, just as she would with any of the eight boys she now called her home. Jeonging couldn’t help but smile as he too closed his eyes. 

~ To be continued ~

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[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

"Swallow it. All of it." WITH ANALOGICAL (sub logan again i dont think i have 2 specify that but i will anyway) ALSO HEHE - @pupplaylogan

A Little Relief

Analogical (Virgil and Logan)

Warnings: Cockwarming, Oral Sex

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Virgil can't always focus when he's playing video games. Logan's there to help.

Virgil bit the inside of his cheek as his thumbs worked over the controller to his video game console. He stared at the screen intensely. There weren’t many games he could play without having too much of a panic attack, being the literal embodiment of anxiety and all, but there were a few that managed to calm him down after a stressful day. He sat against his bed’s headboard as he played some Stardew Valley, the farming sim being just the right amount of stimulation to keep him focused but not on the verge of having a meltdown. His character was currently exploring the mines and fighting off a swarm of monsters. He frowned when his health ran out and the screen went black. 

“Dammit.” He groaned and let his controller rest on his chest. He sighed and looked down to the other thing keeping him focused. Logan, his boyfriend, was laying down and letting his cock rest in his mouth with his eyes closed. He reached down and gently pet his hair, smiling.

“You doing ok, L?” Virgil asked, gazing down at his boyfriend. He answered with a quick thumbs up, not even bothering to open his eyes. He was content cockwarming Virgil for as long as the other side would allow him to.

“Yeah, you’re ok.” He hummed, picking up his controller and starting up his game again. He occasionally glanced at Logan and gave him a head scratch or a boop on the nose, the latter making him scrunch up his face cutely.

As he played his game occasionally he’d thrust up shallowly into his mouth or his cock would give a slight twitch. Logan usually didn’t mind staying there being of service to Virgil, but since the other kept up his slight movements he curiously bobbed his head up and down on his dick. The action was immediately met with Virgil grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him all the way down to his base.

“Uh-uh. I didn’t say suck me off just yet, I’m still playing and you’re distracting.” He let go and returned to his game, once again clicking the buttons rapidly on the controller. 

Logan sighed through his nose and let his head rest against Virgil’s thigh. He got comfortable in his position again, suppressing his gag reflex the best he could after being disrupted. He was like that for a while, letting the weight resting on his tongue comfort him.

Virgil finally paused his game and put the controller off to the side. He grabbed the sides of Logan’s head and with no preamble thrusted harshly into his mouth. Logan gagged at the sudden action, not expecting him to use him like this so quickly. Virgil forced his head up and down his cock, making him take his full length.

Once Logan understood what was happening, he let Virgil use his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks to aid in his pleasure. Virgil rolled his hips into the warmth repeatedly, letting out a groan every time Logan rolled his tongue over his head. The only other sounds that resonated were the occasional sounds of Logan gagging when he fully sheathed himself down his throat and the slick noise of him fucking his face.

They carried on like that for a few more minutes until Virgil’s thighs tensed and Logan knew he was close, "Swallow it. All of it."

Logan could barely process his words before cum was flooding his mouth as Virgil rode out his orgasm. He drank it down, trying not to displease the other by letting any spill. When he was sure he got all of it, he pulled off of his cock and took one last swallow to assure he got it all. 

Virgil panted after his orgasm, catching his breath for a moment. It didn’t take long and he grabbed Logan by his hair again, sticking two fingers at his mouth, “Open.”

Logan obediently allowed the fingers to slip past his lips. They poked and prodded around his mouth before Virgil pulled them out and wiped them on his hoodie. He guided Logan back to his softening cock once again until he was at his original position cockwarming him.

“Good boy.” He said, patting Logan’s head and going to pick up his controller again. He clicked his game back on and went right back to playing it.

It was much easier to focus now.

[crystalstarpaws3011]

Decided to make headcanons for Clover and Warren cuz why not?

Clover:

-Being the youngest and shortest among the gang,she usually gets tease because of it.But sometimes the gang feel bad so they wanna make her feel better by pretending they're shorter or just gave her piggy rides(you have no idea how light she is)

-Her nickname is Luck Charm,given by June when Clover joined them.Her enemies call her Black Charm,of course.

-She doesn't like sweets,but she likes sour stuff like sour gummies,especially the ones that looks like worms.

-Clover has ADHD,which is obvious lol

-Sometimes has anxiety attacks,but with her friends' aid she's okay

-Her full name is actually Clover "Draco" Oliclive,but she throws away the middle name because that's her zombified dad's name.

-Clover can eat insects,somehow.The gang are trying their best not to let her eat those too much.

-Have bad school memories,always getting locked in strange places like in the locker.Her dad decided to home-school her instead,before the apocalypse.

-A fan of Pokemon,because she thought they are cute and strong

-Has a lizard pet names Licks(rarely draw it because not good at drawing lizards)and a monster ride named Spike(a komodo dragon-like monster with spikes,lol)

-Yeah....forget horror movies.She'll be the first to faint to the jumpscares.

-She likes getting pets(only if she's in her kitsune-dragon form!)

Warren:

-Just like Quint,he has autism

-Kidnapped by Koreans,rescued by another Korean kidnapper somehow and raised in Korea for 9-10 years(he was around 7-8)

-Used to help Evie getting Ghast to Earth without even knowing the truth,but now he's one of the good guys hehe.

-After Ghast exists,Warren hates Evie ever since(they have a fight at the cinema before going separate ways)

-Protective to her little sister Clover,cuz that's what big bothers do,right?He cares about her too,so sometimes they have some sibling bonding together

-A freaking screamer,screams at everything that scares him(and geezs he's very loud,so no horror movies for him)

-Since he was raised in Korea,Warren knows Korean and a bit of Japanese and Chinese

-Warren loves birds so much!He always wanted one as a pet,but sadly her foster parent doesn't have enough money for one(birds are very expensive...)But eventually he found a young blue jay around Book 6-7 and named it Blueberry.

-Unlike Clover,he likes sweets and spicy stuff but hates sour stuff.

-Gained phoniex powers when he found a weird stone that glows so bright around Book 7-8.He's still learning how to use his fire powers without burning anyone,especially Blueberry.

-He can't freaking read lol

-Show him a picture of a bird,he answer right away!He used pictures instead of words to understand things around him.

There you go,all of their headcanons,almost.There's a possibility that I might add more so...yee

Imma do their references later on if Im not too busy with school lol