#i hope they fix it so i come back here T_T

[altmoon]

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[ilovemylawyer]

i think what is happening is people see the E rating and click for just that and then are offput but the weird bad sex. the sex is supposed to be weird and bad. it’s sex as murder. what i was trying to do with pt3 was to write doyoung’s death as sex. kind of. but it’s sex as murder. i don’t like spelling things out (i do sometimes but not here) but i just don’t know how clear my vision is. i am also just awful at writing sex scenes maybe that’s why. but the sex itself is not the important part and it isn’t meant to be hot or sexy like At All. i am facing difficulties.

[mysumeow]

WANDERER ALPHABET PT. 1/2🥛. . ♡ 💭

warnings: afab genitalia, gn pronouns. overstimulation, edging, scara kinda yandere coded ig, unprotected piv, mentions of oral

a/n: it's finally here T_T remember this all is just my take on wanderer ;7; i hope everyone enjoys it n_n

PART TWO

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's going to make either a teasing remark on how he didn't even go that hard (he def did) or how you're weaker than he thought as he helps you walk to the bathroom.

He'll huff, roll his eyes, and complain all he wants, but he won't leave you alone until he's sure you're taken care of. He'll hold you the whole night in his arms.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I don't know why, but I'm convinced he must have pretty hands. Long, slender fingers, and soft skin. What's his secret? He doesn't even have any type of skin care routine. He probably also likes how his back looks; he has a very elegant silhouette.

On his partner, not only their chest but also their thighs. He doesn't care about the size of either. He likes those places for the fact that they're usually sensitive, and he enjoys nothing more than teasing and edging his partner.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's not human but was designed to look like one. I'd assume he cums about the same as an average human—slightly more if he has gone a good while without pleasuring himself. Thankfully (or not, it depends on you), he has a low refractory period, meaning that he can go a while before he's shooting blanks.

Has a balanced diet, so the taste is far from unpleasant. I feel like the first couple of times he gets intimate with his partner, he won't be able to hide his emotional attachment to them. He likes the idea of "claiming" you by cumming deep inside. If you are against it and prefer to pleasure him with your mouth, he likes it when you show him you swallowed all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets way too excited when he sees you cry during sex. From pleasure; and if you allow it, from pain. This goes hand in hand with overstimulation, since that's his go-to if he wants to make you cry easily. He can be a rough lover if you let him be, but he can also be gentle "if you deserve it" (those are his words). This is a dirty secret you'll have to uncover on your own by being observant: how his eyes gleam when your moans turn into whines and pleas, how he fixes his gaze into your face when he's overstimulating you, how he'll just "mhm" and "yeah" to anything you say, but he's not really paying attention; or when he mocks your moans and pleas.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before his Wanderer arc, he excluded himself from any positive interpersonal experiences. He would get a disgusting, stomach churning feeling seeping into his being at the thought of being vulnerable to someone else. Before his three betrayals, he was already busy figuring out how to blend in with humans and dealing with all sorts of unfamiliar emotions.

In other words, no experience. Even after his Wanderer arc, I feel like he would need to re-learn how healthy interpersonal relationships work. His partner would need to be understanding and patient.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that will allow him to hold your tits. If it's doggy, his hands will be squeezing them the whole time. If you're on top, his eyes are fixed there too. He might have a preference for cowgirl, since it gives him a pleasing sensation of being wanted, seeing you care about his pleasure to the point where you're exerting your own body. He appreciates the effort, but that doesn't mean he's not going to edge you anyway.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He places lots of sentimental value on sex. It just so happens that his way of showing affection might come across as possessive, ardent, rough. If you're the type to joke during it, he might humor you, but it depends on his mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Doesn't shave, barely has any hair down there, after all. You could guess that from glancing at his legs, the hairs are tiny and thin. They're a darker shade of indigo, bordering on black.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The type to prefer having everything under control. It's going to take a lot of trust for him to allow his partner to take the dominant position, but even when he gives in, he's a brat. Scratch that—topping, bottoming, domming, or subbing—he's gonna be difficult. It's like he finds genuine pleasure in your frustration. If you're patient, good. If not, that means you will become even more desperate, which is good for him too.

He can be romantic, too. You'll know he's sentimental when he's uncharacteristically quieter. It's not that he shuts up at all if he can comment on something to fluster you, but it will happen less.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He would suppress himself, he's ashamed at the idea of performing such mundane actions. His time is way too valuable to spend it on such trivial activities—until it becomes too much.

As long as no one knows and he caves in.

It was fast, and he feels silly for worrying about it. He's relieved that, at last, that tension has left his body. He's convinced he won't fall for it again.

And it happened again.

At some point, he warms up to the idea of caring for his body in that way. Masturbation is linked to healthy body activity, right? Whatever, I'm only doing it because of that. No other reason. (There's another reason).

Still, he tries to not overdo it. By the time he finally gets to hold you in an intimate way, it's like opening Pandora's box. Who knew carnal pleasure could be so addicting.

[world0fmadness]

HERALD OF DEMISE

tomas “ samoth ” haugen x reader

♡ general dating headcanons for samoth!

୨୧ still kind of can’t believe people actually like my stuff enough to request things T_T i love it, i hope you like this anon! reader is referenced to have boobs and be shorter than samoth but they’re not major things <3

♡ requested by anon | related hc available here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: when the dead walk the earth by gorefest - black millennium by mutiilation

♡ as i mentioned in his nsfw alphabet, samoth is a huge fan of your boobs!

୨୧ when you guys first met, his eyes were glued to them, watching them softly bounce as you walked towards him

♡ he gave you a quiet but firm greeting, his voice deepened with a cloud of lust shadowing over his head as he kept his eyes on your chest before slowly raking them up towards your face which was just as hypnotising for him

୨୧ yeah, he’s a confident man… quiet but confident, well, quiet unless he feels he has to speak up about something

♡ he had so many fantasies about you before you guys started dating, it was bad… he felt like a teenager in high school with getting his first crush, he imagined doing everything and anything with you

୨୧ you guys probably got together after he finally made a move on you and you hooked up one night, he knew he felt something deeper for you and asked you flat out if you wanted to try out dating! and alas, you did <3

♡ he’s a pretty protective guy and his height comes in very handy with scaring off unwanted attention

୨୧ oh there’s a guy very clearly bugging you whilst samoth is grabbing some beer at the bar?

♡ he’ll walk back over, place the beers on the table and loom over you whilst staring the guy right in the eyes, raising an eyebrow

“ d’you need something? what’re you bugging my girlfriend for? fuck off… dickhead… ” ( his voice gets so deep when he’s irritated or angry, it’s hot as shit and he knows it )

୨୧ after scaring the guy off, he’ll usually make sure you’re fine, gently patting your knee and taking your hand in his

♡ samoth absolutely teaches you how to shoot his revolver!

୨୧ he takes you out to the woods and sets up some glass bottles for you to shoot, getting behind you and leaning down to place his chin on your shoulder, firmly positioning his hands over yours on the revolver and fixing your aim whilst whispering in your ear

“ move your finger closer to the trigger, right here… that’s it, y’got it… mhm, move a little to the left here ” ( you try so hard to not let lust overtake you at the deep whispering in your ear, his big hands on yours and his crotch pressed up against you )

♡ when you’re about to shoot, he’ll remove his hands from yours and place them over your ears, just for the first shot so that you don’t get shocked <3

୨୧ if you manage to shatter one of the glasses on your first bullet, he’s so proud! looking down at you with a boyish smirk before softly smacking your butt and placing a kiss on your head, proclaiming you’re a “ natural born gunslinger ” as you laugh and lean into him

♡ he loves when you wear his necklace! to him, it’s a sign that you love him and always want something to remind you of him and for outsiders, it’s a sign that you’re very much spoken for

୨୧ i mean, samoth would never give his necklace to just anyone! he has to really feel an immense love for them and trust them, some may say it’s just a necklace but it isn’t to him

♡ samoth is a major shower guy! he’s kind of just too tall to take baths so he opts for showers, almost always pulling you in with him

୨୧ sometimes he forgets just how tall he is and stands in front of you in the shower, effectively blocking almost all of the water from hitting you

♡ often times you have to laugh and tap him on the shoulder for him to realise he’s blocking you from getting any water

୨୧ he’ll just give a deep chuckle before taking your hands and pulling you in front of him, placing his hands on your hips and leaning down for a kiss

♡ you’ve probably worn his turtleneck top so many times! it’s pretty big on you but feels amazing to wear in autumn, i just know it’s so comfy and smells exactly like his natural musk and just a tiny hint of his aftershave

୨୧ he loves when you wear it, it always brings a tiny smile across his face before he accuses you of only being with him to steal his clothes

♡ he really likes when you sit on his lap! wether it be at home or in a public space

୨୧ no matter your height or weight, he’ll always pull you over onto his lap and mumble in your ear to make yourself comfy whilst roping an arm around your waist, his fingers tapping three times as a silent “ i love you ”

♡ i can see samoth being really into PDA but in a kind of strange way

୨୧ he doesn’t participate in PDA to look cool, he just generally likes kissing you and feeling up on you…

♡ this man will never not be tightly holding your hand in his as you walk somewhere, he’s a huge fan of hand holding! it’s one of those small things that he can’t get enough of for some reason

୨୧ i feel like he probably runs hot so his hands always warm yours up SO good in winter and just anytime you’re cold! if that still doesn’t warm them up completely, he’s definitely one of those guys who will bring your hands up to his mouth and blow into them whilst rubbing them to try and warm them up for you <3

♡ one time you mentioned how you should really pick up some mittens or gloves and he nearly yelled but he quickly composes himself

୨୧ he tells you he thinks body heat is much better, gloves? gloves are no use, just hold his hand… no way is he losing this, he loves holding your hand and warming it up for you but won’t just admit that

♡ samoth is seriously just so pretty and i bet he’s totally one of those guys who secretly loves being pampered by their partner

୨୧ i mean, he’ll definitely act like all the cream and products you’re putting on him are useless and stupid but deep down he really likes it!

“ fuckin what? the hell is that? and what’s that do? you’re buying bullshit, babe, bullshit… and why is there so many different names for this shit? ” ( he grumbles and moans but if this stuff makes you happy, he’ll buy as many bullshit face creams you want… as long as you let him give you a facial if you know what i mean )

♡ he’s never really had someone care for him this much and you fingers massaging creams into his face feels really fucking good…

[tobiasdrake]

We've had a hell of a day and I want to go home. And pour one out for a dear friend.

His death is a heavy weight on all of our hearts. He will be sorely missed. By us. By the Master Detectives. By every booze retailer in town. Truly, Kanai Ward is lesser without him.

That doesn't sound like good guy talk. We've succeeded in bringing an end to the internal strife plaguing Amaterasu, and helped Makoto to consolidate his power into an unapproachable citadel of control.

...let's hope for the best! d(^_^d)

EVERYBODY DIED MAKOTO.

Our boss DIED.

The scientist we were supposed to question DIED.

Vivia LIVED and he's mad about it.

I'm glad you're happy but this was a complete shitshow on my end. Even if you wind up being a well-meaning saint I still kind of hate you for manipulating us into this.

Yomi manipulated Yakou into killing Huesca. Makoto manipulated Yuma into distracting Yomi. The entire Nocturnal Agency was the ball in a game of power between these two rich dipshits today.

I'm mad about it and I want to hit something, but I'm powerless in the face of the corporate machinations that have taken place here. All I can do is go home, cry about it, and pour my grief into a big pot of my arsenic and battery acid stew. T_T It was Chief's favorite.

Maybe YOUR FACE is just a rumor.

...

That comeback hits so much differently when delivered to a man never seen without a mask. At this time, Makoto's face is, in fact, a rumor. There exists no evidence of it being real.

So what I'm hearing is "Anywhere but the Restricted Area." Not the Restricted Area, where we're at now, but the Restricted Area Restricted Area. The one nobody ever goes to, not even Peacekeepers, but there are allegedly shipments of corpses being trucked in.

Where we will most likely find the secret secret lab, instead of this classified secret lab.

Of course, even trying to go there at all is fucking reckless. I don't know how we're going to sell that to Yak--

...

...

T_T

Makoto, that looks like a ring box. So help me, if the next words out of your mouth are "You can give this to Kurumi when you propose" then I'm going straight to prison in the cell next to Yomi.

Yomi: The hell are you in for? Yuma: Punched Makoto square in the dick.

I hope it's a bomb.

I mean. I do not. Hope it's a bomb. For obvious reasons. Because I do not want to open a bomb present.

But if it is a bomb, then at least we'll be able to brush away the ambiguity and know exactly where to stand on the Makoto subject. I would rather know that he's the enemy than continue to have to wonder.

Halara, Yakou's been stone dead for at least ten minutes. You can stop with the chest compressions. There isn't a medical technician in this world that can bring him back from what I-- uh, the deadly assassin Fink did to him.

In seriousness, I talk a lot about how much of a poser Halara is. That they are not an emotionless stoic mercenary but try very hard to give off the image of an emotionless stoic mercenary. The traumatized desperation visible in Halara's unceasing attempts to resuscitate a body that has to be cold by now speaks volumes to the character buried beneath their façade.

We'll go home and pour one out for him.

...does anyone else drink alcohol in this group? We may wind up pouring a lot out for him.

It's okay. We got to say our goodbyes. Don't ask what that means.

BESTIE NO. There's a very important moment of frozen time in recent events! If you make me have to do the Mystery Labyrinth and kill Yakou all over again, then so help me I will give you passive-aggressive silence for at least three days.

...

Come to think of it, Fubuki would be a perfect lifehack answer to the whole "Mystery Labyrinth reaps the soul of the victim" conundrum. We use the Labyrinth, find the deeply held secrets, and then grab her hand and skip back a few seconds over that frozen moment. Bob's your uncle, we know everything and no one had to die for it.

Fubuki can fix the central moral conundrum baked into the premise.

No, he's been through a lot. We spent hours undergoing an important emotional and philosophical journey five minutes ago. He's exhausted. I can't blame him.

This is, once again, the recurring theme. The Mystery Labyrinth reveals tons of information but doesn't help. Whoop-de-dee, we learned about Yomi's corruption in the most secret hidden truth the Labyrinth held. Didn't matter. Makoto already got that information another way and confronted Yomi without our involvement.

The effect is mitigated only because Yakou was already dying. But otherwise it'd be another reaping of a soul for no goddamn reason whatsoever. In chapters 1 and 2, we reaped souls that didn't deserve it. In 3 and 4, the killings we committed contributed nothing of value whatsoever to the predicaments we were in.

Going into the Mystery Labyrinth never does anything good. How could it? It's a murder weapon. That's all it can be. I've been saying non-stop about the Peacekeepers that they are an institution of violence that exists for the sole purpose of violence and cannot be anything but violence. The same is true of the Mystery Labyrinth.

It only exists to kill.

Oh good, Kurumi's here to offer half-informed advice about how it's super-virtuous that Yuma's killing people like this.

Okay Kurumi, I'm not gonna be too hostile 'cause I like you now. Let's hear what you've got.

Oh, no, that has nothing to do with us. Don't even try to blame yourself for that.

In fact, it's the biggest irony of the case. After all that fuss we made, running out the door and trusting that his lanky bones won't keep up with us, it barely even mattered. Yakou's plan for tonight's entertainment was to round everyone up and take them to the same place I snuck out to visit anyway.

In fact, if we hadn't roped Makoto into our shenanigans, everything would have played out the way Yomi planned it, and it would have ended with all of us being shot Halara putting a few more dead cops on my tab.

If you think about it that way, your questionable plan to go ask Makoto to his face if he's doing shady shit was the curve ball that saved the day, Kurumi. You should take a victory lap. You gambled it all on black and came away with a big score.

In a roundabout butterfly-effect chain-reaction sort of way, Kurumi Wendy took down Yomi Hellsmile. Don't fuck with high school girls, man. They're feral.

Do YOU have the answer to Photo Lady's identity!?

Kurumi, you are this close to getting Best Informant in Kanai Ward validation from me. That's not an accomplishment. You're the only informant in Kanai Ward. But still.

BOOM, Photo Lady. Figured it was something like that.

Unfortunately, Huesca was conspiring with Yomi, the head of the Peacekeepers. So. Obviously. The Peacekeepers weren't going to arrest Huesca over it, were they?

No, when you're in a pincer trap like that, there's only one outcome. She fell off a balcony onto some bullets. Accidental death.

Yakou is no different from the Theater Girls in chapter 2. Someone close to him was murdered in a city where justice is a farce. Abusers thrive and victims get fucked. Even murder's just part of the game that unchecked capitalism is playing on its people. What other recourse did he possibly have?

When murder gets rewarded and cries for justice are brutally punished, the only option left to you is to become a murderer.

It explains a lot about his behavior since we got here. Ever since the WDO burdened him with this huge investigation, Yakou's position has effectively been, "Guys, I'm begging you, PLEASE don't get me killed before I do."

I'm not onboard with the overarching message of "Conviction is more important than being right or wrong," which keeps getting brought up. I think a lot of people have done terrible things with absolute conviction in what they were doing. It's good to doubt yourself and question if you're making the right choices.

But as a character beat, I respect this for Yakou. I honestly think, like the Theater Girls, Yakou did nothing wrong. But I can believe that Yakou believed that what he was doing was immoral. That on some level, a part of him was like, "Dude, we're really going to go full murder-suicide?"

But he chose to follow his feelings and do what his gut wanted him to do, even if it's "bad". He was true to himself, to the very end. That's why he was able to face Shinigami's oblivion with a smile on his face.

In a roundabout way, I think Yakou came close to my own philosophy of morality. He just phrased it differently.

[todoroki-waifu]

Megumi x Reader

Warning: Gender neutral reader, wrote this on a whim, Megumi might be OOC. T_T 

Scenario: Super late Christmas-ish drabble.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 724

You were Christmas shopping with Megumi, trying to finish your gift searching by today. You had only a few days until the 25th so you were limited on time.

Megumi was already finished with his shopping, but lied about needing one more present so that he could accompany you to the city. Even though he wasn't too fond of the growing crowds, especially this time of the year, he'd tolerate it just so he could spend time with you.

It was difficult to get alone time with his crush without revealing his secret. Usually the others were with you, but today he was lucky and he was going to take advantage of it.

"Megumi, look!" You pointed towards the beautifully decorated trees that were lined up throughout the entire pathway. They sparkled a sapphire color, shrouding their surroundings and passersby with a blue glow.

"It looks so pretty!" You went ahead of him, arms out as if trying to embrace the blue light.

"H-hey! Hold on!" Megumi sees your form becoming smaller and distant. The shikigami user attempts to catch up without bumping into anyone. He is almost losing you in the bustle and moves faster when he sees you getting pushed around.

------

You didn't think that you had walked that far from your dark haired friend. Once there weren't many people around you, you quickly scanned the area for Megumi. Your search was interrupted when another body collided into you, dropping a couple of your shopping bags.

"I'm so sorry!" A young male gasped immediately.

"It's-it's okay! It was my fault. I was in the way." You bow your head apologetically. You hoped that the stranger was alright and that the crash didn't damage any of his belongings. As you went down to grab your fallen purchases, another hand took possession of it.

"Here. Let me get that." Both your eyes finally meet as he hands your friends' presents.

"Oh! Uh, thank you." You miss the way he blushes as he continues to stare at you.

"No problem." He fixes his scarf as he nervously smiles at you. "I feel kinda bad ramming into like that. Let me take you out for some coffee to make it-"

"Hey." A third and familiar voice interrupts.

"Megumi!"

"You okay?" He asks, witnessing the collison. Too bad he couldn't have sent his divine dog to stop the guy from knocking into you. Megumi saw the way the stranger stared at you and although he could agree with the mesmerizing effect you give off, he wasn't too keen on giving you up. Plus the stranger was...well, a stranger.

The unfamiliar person noticed the way your smile shined brightly at Megumi and he knew that the glow on your face wasn't from the Christmas lights.

"Oh, my bad!" The unknown male backs away, nodding to the both of you before he leaves.

"You need to be more careful." Megumi sighs.

"I know. I'm sorry." Your cute pout momentarily stops Megumi from taking a breath. "It's just that everything looks so nice."

"Well, you still need to be aware of your surroundings." You then feel him take your hand and he loops it through his arm. He saw the slightly surprised and confused look in your eyes and immediately turned to continue down the walkway. "Just so you don’t keep bumping into people."

You follow him closely, softly thanking him as you try to keep your heart from beating too fast. A few minutes of walking and admiring, Megumi interrupts your thoughts.

"We can come back here again."

"We? Oh, yes! I'm sure Itadori and Nobara would lov-"

"No, I mean just us two." He stops to look at you. "I want to take you back here once you're settled with your Christmas shopping. We can go sometime this week before our Christmas party, that way you can fully enjoy the decorations and lights."

"You mean, like a d-date?" Megumi couldn't help but turn his reddened face elsewhere as he lets out a low hum with a nod.

"Y-yes! I'd love to!" You let out a happy squeal, excitedly embracing your admirer. Megumi's blue eyes widen slightly at your reaction, but then chuckles when he feels you bouncing in his arms.

"Now, hurry up with your gifts so I can finally take you out." 

[askhakukusanagi]

Hakuuuuuu!! Please help me T_T

I'm like. INCREIDBLY touch starved and I want love and affection and attention but it's so scary. Like- someone touches me and I'm like *HISS*

As someone who has a lot of issues™️ I thought you might have some advice :((

"Haha, youre...really perceptive, huh? Ouch."

"But, you're right. I do have some advice I could give you."

"The first thing I can think of is to ask to initiate touch first. Slowly. So you can go at your own pace. Ask if you could hold someone's hand, or, to be more discrete, Ask if you can hold onto them while you fix your sock, or something. That'll help you build confidence and comfort over time, until you're ready to offer a hug."

"It's important to make sure you feel safe with someone, and they feel safe with you. Communication is huge in every stage of any relationship, whether it'd a friendship or something more. So, finding comfort in talking and asking about it may be a good first step, to make it feel a little less frightening."

"You can also try some small gestures like brushing your shoe next to theirs, and tapping your foot against them. I heard the idea from somewhere and, honestly, it's pretty genius. I use it for Subaru sometimes, to show support. Wouldn't with Rui though, might be too much too soon."

"Or, yknow. You could just come over here and give me a hug." He winked. "I can help you get used to it."

"Haha! I'm joking. Wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"You can always come talk to me. Don't be so hard on yourself, okay? We're afraid of things for a reason, and feel emotions for our own safety and survival. Please don't isolate yourself from them, and because of them. Take it at your own pace, and explore when you are ready, not when someone else tells you that you should."

"And everything will be okay."

He rubbed his neck, chuckling as he leaned back in his seat. "I went on a tangent there, huh? I figured you needed better advice than something like hugging a pillow or weighted blankets. I hope this helps, Anon. You'll find the comfort you need, soon. I'm sure of it."

《Damn, yall really had to call him out, huh? 😭 》

《It's okay. He needs it. I am of the mindset that Haku is the therapist friend who needs to see a therapist friend, too.》

《Sending well wishes, anon!! <3 Hope you're well!!》

[spaceyflowerswriting]

@x-xsunlightx-x

goodbye (jake kim x reader)

details: angst drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and jake have been dating for a good while

summary: jake finds out his lover has been cheating on him.

a/n: hi sunny, ive been fine T_T hope its the same for u!! + thank u for requesting, and i love ur blog, too <33 !!

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The scene almost made Jake want to laugh just out of shock. Who would've thought those overdone, dramatic scenarios in books and movies could ever be a real experience?

At least, that's what he always thought. He loved you so much and was sure you felt the same--and he was never insecure enough to ever worry about you cheating. Yet here he stood, looking at you being intimate with someone else.

He tuned out your words when you finally noticed him, trying to process his emotions after the initial shock. He knew he didn't have to hear you out, because there was no good reason you would have to be holding someone in such a way, to be kissing them like that. It was cheating and he didn't know what to feel.

You had already pulled away from your new lover, standing up and trying to approach Jake with what he could only hear as excuses coming out of your mouth. He took a step back and the bouquet of flowers he was holding crinkled as his grip tightened.

"Jake..."

He didn't say anything in response. He only looked at you with empty eyes, and your lips turned downwards. Why were you frowning? You weren't the one getting hurt.

Before an ugly anger could wash over him, he did his best to smile and held out the bouquet he planned to give you.

Your eyes darted back and forth between his face and the flowers with confusion.

"Take it." Jake's voice strained. "I guess we can call it a parting gift."

Your partner awkwardly sat by, looking away. You glanced behind yourself at them before turning back to Jake. Your voice was beginning to shake a little. "I can't--"

"Please." He cut you off firmly. The second he felt tears stinging his eyes he looked downwards and leaned forward to hold the flowers out even more towards you. "You can make me happy with my last request at least, can't you?"

There was a terrible silence that filled the air, the kind where you could hear a pin drop. No one moved or spoke a word for what felt like hours, until slowly, Jake felt your hands brush against his as you took the bouquet.

He put on another smile and straightened back up, avoiding looking anywhere at you. "I guess this is goodbye then. Nothing more needs to be said." Before you could get a chance to defend yourself again, he walked away.

Every step he took felt heavy. His mind was racing for reasons to turn back and to fix things. He ignored it all, though, alongside the tightness in his throat and his blurry vision.

Because there was never a reason to cheat, and there would never be a good enough excuse. The agony that came with being cheated on: you'd have to really hate someone to inflict them with that kind of pain.

Jake walked home wondering when you stopped loving him, if you ever did at all.

[myherobirdbros]

BNHA Chapter 403: Review by Birdbros

First let me just say that baby Toshinori is so cute I can't breathe. Now, to the actual review. I love that his childhood was good and beautiful. That he didn't grow up in tragedy and had a loving mother and potentially the reason why he's so invested in being a hero. Because she didn't discourage him and instead fostered his dream so he could be proud of who'd he become one day. Also may I just say that this entire All Might arc has been giving. It has given so much and I've loved every second off it because honestly some people needed to be reminded why this man was the number 1 hero. Still though, just the thought of his mother dying and All Might having to take on the world and fix it without here breaks me in a way I can't fully explain.

Yeah no, nop, no. I won't let you do this. He's not gonna die. Not All Might. Not after everything. I refuse to accept it. He has so many other steps to take Okay! Stop it. What do you mean and end of an era?! AFO you absolute fucking clown, do not hurt him! I mean it!!!!!!!

Damn..... he really cut off Toshinori's backstory just like that. Wtf man. We rarely get this man reflecting about himself and you had to go and do that!!!! The fuck is wrong with you!!!!! I hope you die a painful death AFO it's all you deserve you piece of shit......I'm getting way too emotional *sigh* Okay, let's try and be more logical here. Now that All Might hasn't been able to use Bakugou's quirk it means Bakugou might come back right? My boy might finally come back and save him, right? Right?! I mean it makes so much sense. Feels like the story has been building up to this. Midoriya fighting to win and Bakugou fighting to rescue. Like a reverse role. Please please Hirokoshi. You can't have taken Edgeshot from me and Katsuki too. You can't T_T Don't Nobara me man, please. Also once again, fuck you AFO your arrogance will def be the end of you. Toshinori won't die a hero because HE WON'T DIE AT ALL!

Thanks a lot Stain. Seriously thanks man. You could not have done anything but lose your quirk to this man (turns out I lowkey hate Stain *sigh*). Ugh, I know it's not really your fault and you sort of tries to save my man a little while ago but fuck, did you have to lose your quirk to this loser too?! I'm already mouring Hawks damn it. I can't do this anymore. Look at Toshinori's face T_T No one should ever make him look this hopeless, ever. This shit is illegal. Also, imagine loving killing someone so much you literally tear your mouth wide open joker style, the fuck AFO, the actual fuck? My dude you really need to sit down and finish that ancient comic book of yours because this aint it fam. This really aint it. You're so villain it's not even funny anymore.

Shoutout to Tobita (my absolute favorite villain - he makes me so soft protect him at all cost) and star's crew who just like me would have hesitated to fire at All Might. I love you all and I hope when Bakugou comes back he beats the shit out of AFO for you. (Horikoshi do not make a liar out of me). Also psycho eyes AFO. Once again this man does not fail to creep me out. Die!

Is he... is he planning to tear All Might in two? Is he really about to do this?! WTF WTF WTF STOOOOOOP. I can't do this. My sanity cannot handle this. Someone stop him! Fuck Midoriya crying is breaking my soul. This is not okay. I'm not okay. Shigaraki you bitch stop laughing! Everyone just stop. This can't be happening T_T This is so grusome I'm legit tearing up. And Midoriya's eyes is killing me. This is so wrong so so wrong. Someone please please please.

I...... Oh my God..... my baby. My baby. He's back!!!! He's back yall. I..... Katsuki..... oh sweetheart T_T

I'm so emotional I legit walked away from my screen to take a break from this rollarcoaster. Thank you thank you thank you Hirokoshi! Thank you!!!! Also can we take a second to appreciate the beautiful art people. U.I exploding, Midoriya's tears blowing in the same direction. The light that shines on that tiny figure on top of U.A and then that zoom in on Bakugou's weathered figure. It's all so *chef's kiss* beautiful. I'm in love. And def will print this panel out and hang it on my room because my baby is back!!!!!!!

I take that back. I'm hanging this up. Me and Best Jeanist sobbing over this right now. Our baby is alive!!!!!!! But look at him, he's so tired and haggered and back from the dead. He deserves a nap, not to fight a psycho who can't just quietly go into ground and never come back. Also theory: now that Bakugou has essentially come back from the dead, might his quirk have evolved to the extreme edge like we've seen for many before him such as Touya and Uraraka? And since Katsuki literally died maybe his evolved even more? My biggest hope. Beat his ass Katsuki. Make him regret that he was ever born.

Not a bakudeku shipper but I'm 100% a bakudeku friendship apologist so this, seeing Midoriya look up, tears flooding from his eyes because he's so fucking terrified he'll lose his mentor just like he lost his childhood friend only to then look up and see Bakugou is doing something to me I cannot explain. And Katsuki.... Katsuki with the ancient All Might card he's still holding onto for dear life. Katsuki remembering their baby selves. Katsuki being so out of it but standing up to fight for All Might like All Might stood up to fight for him at Kamino..... *sobs hysterically in a corner* Also the symbolism of All Might always having looked back at his past because all the steps felt so important just to now look forward because the steps his kids are gonna take are the important thing for him now..... yeah I'm not okay.

This is truly the beginning of a new era huh. Bakugou and Midoriya, carrying on All Might's dreams and hopes..... Hirokoshi you bastard. How can you do this to me. WTF MAN WTF!!!!!! And look at Katsuki's eyes. The explosion within them. It's so beautiful. I love it so much. And now him and Izuku's feelings are one; they'll save All Might and redefine hero society.

*stands up and applauds like crazy* There has been several misses for me in this manga but moments like this is why I'm happy I never gave up on it.

Welcome back Katsuki darling. Welcome back, it's been too long.

[emmabebe0906]

COME BACK I MISS UU😭😭 you shaped my childhood i found your works when i was 12 IM 17 NOW i miss slyth i miss YOUR OCSSS WE MISS YOUUU

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im sorry to disappoint you, i cant draw as much as i used to. my body has severely deteriorated compared to when i was able to draw every day, back in... um.. when was it.. it feels like its been so long i dont really remember when it started. im gonna guess around 2020/2021 maybe?? i feel like it was before that but im not sure.

either way, i miss the days when i was younger too. youre not alone in that.

i have a lot of mental and physical problems i've been working very hard to fix, and ive been slowly but surely trying to get healthier. ive been to a lot of doctors and specialists and i even stayed at an eating disorder center for a while. i dont want to go into too much detail about my personal life but the past few years have been entirely focused on improving myself.

i also finished college, so im trying to find my place in the world on top of all of that. i really wanted to do animation/art as my career, i even got a degree in computer animation... but i dont feel like i learned much... and i cant sit in a chair long enough to actually get any work done. its so painful to draw, and even exist for that matter. im in a lot of pain, constantly. it sucks. ive been working really hard, but if i dont improve soon. i might need to pursue a different profession.

i do have a lot of art i havent posted here that i plan to post eventually, but ive been very preoccupied. on hiatus basically. sorry to everyone on discord i havent replied to (i have so many dms but no energy to keep up with this online identity T_T). ive taken a severe step back from the internet as a whole, and everyone on it, i guess. id like to create more original content... but because of everything that's happened, my creative juices arent flowing as much anymore.

i hope you all wont miss me too much. id like to come back some day, i hope i can get better soon. i love you guys, and thanks for checking up on me anon. it means a lot to me that people still care/think about me. heres a slyth doodle i made for you, he misses you too.

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Future Saviors zine! Cynthia x Gerome is one of my fav ships here and such a rare pair T_T Cynthia’s one of my favs too and there’s so little love for her T_T

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Gerome leaned back against Minerva’s warm hide, taking in the mountains looming just ahead. Another day’s flight and they’d be in the heart of it. Even from here, he could hear the guttural calls of dragons, their long, lonesome cries echoing through the night. The nearest town was hours away. Out in the wilds, there was something desolate about the sense of solitude that pervaded him.

“A log for the fire, a log for the fire,” Cynthia sang cheerfully as she added more wood to the campfire. “Make the flames jump higher.”

Or rather, there would have been, had he been alone. Gerome tore his eyes from the mountains to his companion. She pushed the logs closer together as she hummed happily, her orange hair like a blaze in the fire’s light. Her Pegasus grazed nearby, whickering occasionally when Cynthia made a particularly bad rhyme.

Noticing his stare, Cynthia grinned. “We’re almost there, huh? Can’t believe we made it this far!”

He looked away, grateful for the darkness. Despite all that happened, he still didn’t know how to look at her properly. His ears felt hot and he blamed it on the flickering flames. “Why wouldn’t we?” Gerome grunted.

“Bandits, time travelling, our parents getting hurt,” Cynthia ticked off the possibilities on her fingers, “us getting hurt, a sudden heroic mission—there’s a lot that could have happened.”

“I guess.” Gerome turned his attention back to the axe he’d been cleaning.

“So, it’s great we made it this far,” Cynthia concluded happily, not at all put off by his stiff responses. She never had been and he had never known why. For someone for so open, he didn’t know how to read her. “Man, I wonder what it’ll be like there. That place is dead in our time, right?”

“Yeah.” Gerome had gone there once, after his mother’s death. He had taken Minerva and flown as far and as fast as he could. The mountains had been barren then, the corpses of dragons scattered on the rocky terrain like warning signs. Minerva had cried once, twice, till he couldn’t tell if the wails were from her or him.

It wouldn’t be like that now. It couldn’t.

“It’ll be really different now,” Cynthia echoed his thoughts, and for a moment he wasn’t sure if he’d spoken aloud. She straightened and wiped her hands against each other, satisfied. “Alright, that should keep it going for a few hours at least.”

Gerome watched her from the corner of his eye as she dug through her knapsack and pulled out a blanket. This trip was nothing at all like he’d imagined it—in his mind, he had always expected it to be a silent, quiet affair. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to say yes when Cynthia had ambushed him, wanting to come.

It wasn’t hard to guess why she’d asked. As Cynthia made her way over to him, as she curled up next to him and covered them in her blanket, he would have to been blind to miss the love shining in her eyes. His mother had the same look before she’d watched him leave, his father in his voice as he gruffly told him to come back soon.

“Do you think we’ll meet Minerva’s family?” Cynthia asked. Her blanket was warm. She was even warmer. His skin tingled from where she pressed again him, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder.

Gerome shrugged, his eyes glued to his axe. It was easier to focus that way. “Doubtful.”

Minerva made a mournful sound and he patted her hide softly. From everything Cherche had told him of finding Minerva, from the way Gregor wringed his hands as he recounted the hunt, the odds were low. There were some things time travel couldn’t fix.

Cynthia stroked Minerva’s side. “I think we will. We found ours, after all. And we saved the world! If we did all that, I’m sure we’ll find them.”

He clenched his jaw. “Don’t raise her hopes.”

Cynthia flicked his arm. “I’m not. We’re going to do it, cause that’s what heroes do. Heroes reunite families. And if we really don’t find anyone, that’s fine. We’re Minerva’s family too, after all.”

This time Minerva crooned approvingly. Gerome sighed before relaxing. “Yeah, I am.”

“We are.” Cynthia flicked his arm again before reaching down to clasp his hand. “So’s your mom and dad. And the other Minerva too.” When he didn’t reply, she added, “Say, you’re not really going to live out here, are you?”

His eyes darted to her, but at this angle he couldn’t make it her out clearly. “Is that why you’re here?”

“Kinda.” She yawned and shuddered, before resting against him once more. “You and Lucina have been real weird since everything ended. It’s like if we take our eyes off you, you’ll just disappear.”

I wouldn’t. But that would be a lie and for all of his faults, Gerome had never been a liar. “It’s not like we belong here.”

“I knew it.” He could hear the pout in her voice, the grumpy puff of her cheeks. “That’s so stupid—we belong here. This is our home.”

Gerome snorted derisively. “No, that’s—”

“That was our home,” Cynthia interrupted, her grip tightening. Her nails dug into the back of his hand, leaving small half moons in his skin. “This is our home now. We belong here just as much as anyone else. Do you really want to go back to that…” Her breath caught, and he wondered if they were both remembering the same things—the barren wastelands, the ruined villages, Grima’s haughty smirk. “Do you really want to go there?”

“It isn’t about want,” he explained, resting his hand on his axe. Part of him couldn’t imagine a life without it. Perhaps part of this was about fear. “We can’t interfere with the past, with their lives now. There’s no room for us here.”

“It’s not the past,” she argued softly but firmly. “This is the present.”

He doubted it. But that answer would only make her sad so he didn’t say anything.

“You know, your parents want you to stay. All of our parents do. We don’t have to be around them all the time but…we don’t have to leave either.” Cynthia shook her head. “You know, despite how smart you two are, you and Lucina are forgetting something very important.”

“What?”

“There’s more than enough love for everyone,” Cynthia explained simply, looking up now. She reached up, delicately taking off his mask before he could react. “My mom can love me and her Cynthia. Your mom can do it too. We’re not taking anything away by being here.”

As usual, his breath caught in the brunt of her open emotions. Despite all that happened, Cynthia had never learned how to hide how she felt. And now she left him nowhere to hide either.

“I’m glad you’re protecting the other Gerome, like a real hero, but then I guess I’ll just have to protect you from yourself,” Cynthia added, smiling as bright as the sun. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

Gerome felt his skin burn. There was no mask to cover his blush and he abruptly jerked his head away. It was too late. Cynthia read his expression and laughed. “I like that part of you too.”

“L-like…” Gerome felt his neck turn hot. He never understood how she could say the word so easily.

“Yep.” Cynthia pressed the mask to her face and giggled. “I still don’t know how you see through this. Maybe by the time we go home, you won’t need to wear it anymore.”

“We’ll see.” Her body pinned his right arm to his side, and he wouldn’t be able to put the mask on with only one hand. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself. Gerome watched her out of the corner of his eye. “What about Lucina?”

Cynthia grinned, wide and toothy. “Morgan and Owain are watching her. The Justice Cabal is on the case.”

He didn’t know what to say to that. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to need a response, more than content to just lean against him as he resumed his axe’s maintenance. Gerome listened to her breathing shallow, her body relaxing until she leaned against him entirely.

He couldn’t deny, part of him had come here to fade away, to disappear without a trace. In the wilds, it wouldn’t be surprising if no one heard from him again. With all of his skills, he could live here till the end of his days.

It didn’t look like Cynthia would let him. He glanced down at the girl slumbering on his arm, his mask dangling loosely off her fingers. Even if he chased her away, she’d be back.

Not that he could chase her away. Not that he wanted to.

Gerome reached down, brushing a stray curl from her face. “I wouldn’t disappear without saying anything,” he finally said. He owed her that much, at least.

Cynthia didn’t stir. Her body stuck to his like a burr, refusing to let go even in her sleep. As though even unconscious, she could protect him from the world.

Maybe she could. With Cynthia, the impossible seemed possible, real. His parents had died, but Cynthia had stayed—throughout childhood, throughout an impossible war, throughout even time travel and the battles they faced. If anyone could keep their word, it would be her.

His expression softened and he pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “You won’t break your promise, will you?”

She said nothing, but he was certain she smiled in her sleep.

Gerome looked up. The stars here were the same as the ones in their time, a permanence that would outlast them.

Maybe he would stay just a little longer.

Just this once, it couldn’t hurt to believe.

[ja-stuff]

His s/o passing out/ fainting

note: proofread a little, punctuation mistakes T_T~ Oh hoping that you could enjoy this one! THIS IS LONG TOO OMG but imma try shortening the other characters' part!

Word count: 3, 266

Character: Haitani Ran

Tw: implied passing out, skipping meals, cursing, mentions of blood, injury, wounds, and the word k*lled, a little scene of panicking and experiencing anxiety, brief mention of drugs but not used

Genre: fluff/comfort (could be??? OOC, especially for comfort)

○ Ran Haitani

Finally, after a month of doing the graveyard shift, you are asked by your supervisors to go back on your regular day shift. It’s 8:00 a.m and you called your boyfriend, Haitani Ran, who’s probably at the quarters of Bonten fixing stuff with his co-executives as always. With only the second ring, he picked up.

“Hey, babe! Good morning! I just got off work!” you started, you heard Ran from the other line chuckle, you imagined his smile forming.

“Good morning to you too, I missed you, angel~” he replied back, you squealed internally as the butterflies in your tummy fluttered with his words and his voice.

“I missed you too, love~ Oh! Don’t forget about date night okay?”

“Yes. See you later! Wear something pretty yet comfy~” you nodded your head even though he won’t see it. “Hmm-hmm!” you hummed, smiling to yourself as you waited for your bus route to arrive.

“Then, I’ll be hanging up now since I can already sense that Mikey’s here. I’ll be texting the address to you okay? Reservations at 4 p.m. Don’t eat too much right now, okay? We gotta stuff you with all the eat-all-you-can foods in there, we’ll make the restaurant bankrupt ‘cause of us!” you both laughed at his joke, “Okay, okay! But don’t complain when your stomach aches! Don’t come at me with ‘Y/n my tum-tum hurts’ whining like a baby~” you teased him.

“Ugh, fine! You got me there. Still, you deserved to be stuffed after a month of barely eating and resting.”

“I know love, you only want me to be healthy and be in good shape as always. I am so excited for later! I wish it’s already near 4 in the afternoon.” you said, which made Ran let out another chuckle. “Oh, so eager to meet me? I am just as excited as you, angel~” he said in a silent yet the sweetest tone. You stayed silent, as you realized that you rarely saw Ran at your shared apartment, when he’s asleep you’re working, and when you’re home he’s at work. This brought a pout on your lips.

“Love, are you there? There’s no time to be sad, we’ll meet each other in a few hours. So message me when you’re home, okay?” you smiled at Ran’s reply, giggling to yourself as your excitement grew with each moment. “Okay, I got it!”

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You arrived home around 11 a.m. It took the bus longer to arrive at the station, and you stopped at a mart to buy some groceries you had listed the other day. You fished out your phone and read Ran’s message:

‘ ‘Love! Here’s the restau address: xxxxxxx! Meet you at 4!’

After reading the message, you left an okay as your reply, and have him updated that you’re at home, safe and sound. You quickly stored the groceries in the fridge and pantry and did some chores. When you finished, you went to your wardrobe and started mixing and matching outfits that you think would be comfy for you yet will appear pretty to Ran. You only chose a plain shirt and ripped skinny jeans and went through his closet to pick a hoodie that would compliment the pants you chose.

Time went by fast, and before you know it, it’s already 4 p.m. You happily entered the restaurant, expecting Ran to be standing at the counter since you’re always used to Ran being the early bird between you two, but there was no Ran there.

“Good afternoon! Welcome to, xxxx! May I know your reservation name please?” you smiled at the lady that approached you, as you mentioned your name. “Oh, for L/n F/n,” you said with a smile. The lady went through her records and looked at you with questioning eyes, which made you repeat your name.

“I am so sorry, but I can’t find any reservations under that name.” the lady apologizes. Your mouth formed a little ‘o’ Why was I not in the reservation name, Ran?’ You questioned yourself.

“Oh wait, can you please check the name Haitani Ran?” you asked, and the lady happily scanned the list, “Oh, there is! Maybe you were his plus 1, I’m sorry. Please come this way.” The lady led you to the table he reserved for the both of you. “Will you be ordering now?” a male waiter approached you holding a menu, but you just waved your hand and smiled at him. “No, I’ll just wait for my boyfriend to arrive. Thanks!”

You messaged Ran, telling him that you had arrived and you’re already inside, yet to your surprise, a reply didn’t come. You waited a few moments before sending him another message asking him his whereabouts and whether he's near already. Again, no response. You waited, waited, and waited. You started to feel hungry a couple of times but chose to still wait. The restau staff approached you too from time to time and you still shook them off.

You started to feel a little sick, a headache running in your head as you felt your stomach grumble in sync due to hunger. You have not eaten anything since getting off work. Your last meal, if you had remembered it clearly, it was at midnight during your shift. You called Ran’s number once more to check if he’s going to pick up, but nothing.

Now, you clearly know that you got stood up the moment he hasn’t replied and answered your messages and calls. This was a new experience for you in the course of dating Ran. He was never late, he never stood you up before, but you guessed that those ‘never’ are still possible. You questioned yourself with why’s and what if’s, thinking of things that might only hurt you one-sidedly, but another set of thoughts plagued your mind of only a single what if.

‘What if Ran went to a gang fight, and had it really bad this time?’

Horror’s visible into your eyes as you dialed his number for the last time, but still the same, no answer. You’re convinced that he’s had it bad this time and that you needed to go out and find him. You checked your phone for the time, and it’s already that late. You went to the counter and paid the wasted reservation, before storming out of the restaurant.

A few steps later, you saw a familiar silhouette, no, four familiar silhouettes at the park near the restaurant. You approached them to confirm your suspicion, and there he was. Completely fine, with a smile and laughing at something that Mikey had said.

“Ran fucking Haitani.” you voiced out cold.

“Oh, hey babe! You’re here?-- OH SHIT.” he greeted you with a smile, but a few seconds after seeing your cold gaze turn into hurt, he realized what he had done wrong. Eyes turning to big O’s.

“Yeah, shit. Someone probably forgot about his date.” Mikey teased, as he started walking away from the space where you all were standing. Rindou and Sanzu followed Mikey, leaving the two of you behind in the middle of the lamppost.

“A-are you okay? Did a gang fight happen? Were you hurt? Are you really fine, love?” you asked with a voice hinting at panic as tears fell continuously, you walked in front of him, cupping his face, checking every corner of his body to see if he was injured or what. You were scared that something bad happened to your boyfriend.

You were not really into Ran before you started dating. Your ideal type was his opposite, you preferred guys that had clean records, avoided fights, was not a gang member, were someone like a complete angel, and was working a decent job. Eventually, all of his persuasion and efforts, made you fall for him. Accepting what he does, knowing that sometimes your boyfriend may come home to you wounded or had broken a bone or two, might have involved trafficking dr*gs, you still chose to give the relationship a try. Yes, it was successful, yet the terror of considering the probability of how hurt he could be, or worse expecting news that he was killed drives you insane. You couldn’t imagine a life without Ran anymore.

Ran, on the other hand, was so surprised after you started crying out of nowhere. If there is something that Ran was lacking in this relationship, it would be how slow he could get with you. He was not used to seeing you in this kind of state, crying out loud for a reason he doesn't know as you kept on checking his body, and with your hands trembling in fear. All he could think of doing right now is to hold you between his arms to stop you, but you still kept on checking him, moving around, and even crouching down to check his knees and legs, as you cried even harder thinking that you're failing to notice any visible injury.

“It could be an i-internal b–bleeding babe, *hic*Tell me where you were hit?” Ran was about to crouch down, when you stood up immediately, tiptoeing as you checked his eyes if there was something wrong with them.

“Why?! Why couldn’t I figure this out~ you’re hurt, Ran! You’re hurt–” he got confused with your words, I’m hurt? But I’m not, he simply thought.

“Hey baby, hey? I’m okay. I’m okay, I’m not hurt–”

“No, you’re not okay! Y–you haven’t answered any o–of my phone calls and messages! T-tell me *hic* Did y’all get into a gang fight? Please, answer me honestly, Ran. I– I waited for you at the restaurant for 5 hours and you never came!” You cut him off, still crying your heart out and your thoughts getting a little disorganized. You can’t help it, you’re just scared, who wouldn’t be? When you know your man’s someone who gets to risk his life at work.

“Babe, stop shouting. Relax okay? Relax.” he hugged you, and soothed your back, as guilt started to flood him, wondering what pushed your buttons to make you like this.

“Babe, I am sorry. I forgot about date night. I am at fault. I know. I’m truly deeply sorry.” he said as he kept on hugging you tighter, you sobbed at his words. Ran continued with his explanations.

“With the text messages and calls. I wasn’t able to get one. My phone died at work earlier, here look.” he fished his phone out and showed you that it won’t open.

After hearing those and other words of assurance from your man, you sighed and hugged him back. A breath of relief brought you back to reality, and the thoughts and anxiety washed away. But the pain you felt in your head earlier got worse because of your crying, your body loses its energy due to the missed meals, and the pain of your grumbling stomach puts you on the edge before you fainted in between Ran's embrace.

“Baby? Baby, are you okay?” he asked, rubbing circles on your back as he felt your weight getting heavy within his arms. Ran furrowed his brows when his question was met by your silence. “Love? You okay?” he repeated but you didn’t answer again, your arms that enveloped him earlier fell on his sides causing him to panic.

“Hey, Y/n?” he held your shoulders and pulled away to see if you’re still fine, “Shit, Y/n?! Love?” Ran sat on the ground as he tried to wake you up, patting your face lightly, “Shit this is bad. Really bad.” He fixed your posture first before carrying you safely in a bridal style.

He ran towards where he parked his car and saw the three guys sitting by the nearby bench, Rindou walked in your direction and asked Ran what happened. Your man did not waste any seconds to respond, instead, he placed you carefully on the back seat and entered, before commanding his brother to drive. Mikey and Sanzu were left there, dumbfounded.

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You were woken up by a familiar scent of disinfectant and medicines. You opened your eyes and saw Ran talking to a nurse, you examined your body and found an IV connected to your arm. Your head is still spinning and your throat still feels dry even after swallowing your saliva to somehow ease the pain.

“R–ran?” you quietly called, your boyfriend was quick, within just a blink of an eye he was already there beside you. The nurse also came near you and had you checked, he bowed at you and walked away after he was finished, saying that you can go home after the drip turns empty.

“What were you thinking? Why’d you had to wait for me? You were over fatigued babe, stressed, dehydrated, and starving! I’m so stupid for doing this to you! I’m so sorry, ‘cause of me, you’re in this state.” Ran sat on the chair near you as he held your hand carefully, you can see stains of tears on his face. “You made me worry. I don’t want this happening to you. I was so wrong for forgetting about the date and making you do something stupid even before going to the restau about not eating anything. I’m so dum–”

“I know, and I’m stubborn as well for choosing not to eat even if I’m already in the restaurant. I just don’t wanna enjoy the reservation under your name, without you with me there,” you said, looking down at your holding hands. “But babe, I think I was just as worried as you.”

Ran looked at you confused, you moved an inch of the hospital bed and patted the free space for him to sit. You’re now faced with each other, and you believed that it is time to tell him about your worries about him all this time.

“You see… This is the first time that you stood me up–”

“I know and I’ll do better.” he looked down, guilty.

“Hey, you’re already the best for me. This is just one single mistake, okay? This is nothing.” you assured him, he looked at you trying to protest more, but stopped when he sensed that you’re trying to say something important to him.

“Babe, I know you love Bonten, and I love you for who you are. I accepted you with my all, and you’re doing great so far as my boyfriend. I trust you that you’re really doing your best in your line of work, and I respect you for the reputation you had, that Bonten had. I am hands down to your bravery, Ran. But you know, I still have this one thing that I am not really confident about no matter how hard I try to shake it off and replace it with any thoughts that are positive. That is, I’m still scared of you getting hurt.” you said. Ran listened quietly, he was shaken by your sudden confession. Ran felt his heart tighten with every word you started to spill in front of him while crying.

“Earlier, I was feeling a-anxious when you didn’t respond to any of my calls and messages, and when you did not arrive at the p–promised place and t–time, I was s–so… so scared of thinking that you’re in d–danger and w–won’t be making i–it. It s–scares me to think that some n–news comes shooting at me that you’re k–k*lled or were s–severely injured. It drives me c–crazy even just now thinking that s–someday you may not be really s–safe. It's been making me a–anxious all this time, ever since we s–started dating. I was always s-scared tending to your w–wounds and the way you winced to mask the pain while I put ointment on you. It scares me, to look at you covered in your own blood, and seeing that you’re i–injured and with a broken bone or two scares me, Ran. It scares me this whole time, I hate to think that I might not be able to do anything when–” you stutter with your words trying to hold back the sobs. Ran has now completed the pieces on why you were so tense and panicking in front of him at the park earlier, he related the other times too where you tremble to see him hurt, he was sorry that you dealt with all of that alone. You were interrupted when Ran kissed you.

“I– I am sorry, love. I didn’t know you were carrying this kind of burden all by yourself.” he comforted you. Rubbing your back to make sure that you’re not alone dealing with this now, you’re dealing ‘this’ now with Ran.

“I’m really sorry if I made you worried like that love. I am scared as well about having you around me. I am not sure about your safety, especially when we started to live together. I’m as scared as you are. I am scared to receive news as well that you were kidnapped or got messed up by an enemy gang or just anything bad happening to you and I wasn’t able to protect you as I promised myself. I am scared to even now, I always have you guarded by my dogs when I’m not there or could not make it there for you. I am sorry that you have to deal with all of this. That being in a relationship with me causes you–”

“Ran, I chose this. I just have to face it better this time now that I’ve discussed the worries that haunted me for years now. I just want you to promise me that, whenever I’m having these kinds of thoughts, you’ll be there for me. You’ll have to assure me that you’ll always be back and keep on being safe not only for me but for your self-love. I love you dearly that I don’t think I might make it another day without you anymore.”

Ran was speechless. He never knew that you’re going to be the missing piece he needed in his life. Before meeting you, he thought to himself that he’s not the one to love or be loved sincerely due to what he aspired himself to be. He was sure that girls only approached him for his title, reputation, fame, and to be bragged about as Ran Haitani’s girl, but when he met you and started dating you. He found out that there was someone he wanted to keep safe and protect from everyone, that he was capable of loving and being loved. You became his reason to be home, and you became someone significant in his life.

“You don’t have to worry anymore, love. I’ll try my best to come home to you safe every day. I promised that you don’t have to go through those kinds of worries alone. We will sort everything and discuss everything carefully and properly. We’ve been doing good all this time, and I am sure that eventually, we’re not going to be afraid anymore. I am nothing without my moon, you know? I love you so much that it hurts me knowing you’re hurting silently.” Ran said, while he cupped your face with both hands, and placed his forehead on yours as he stared at your eyes, giving the assurance that you wanted.

“I love you Y/n. I love you so fucking much.”

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Choco Bun: 3

Choco Fudge

— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: fluff, sexual tension, verbal insulting (bullying), underlying threats, mentions of murder

— Word Count: 7.7k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 3! If I’m being honest...not a huge fan of this chapter. That’s why it took me so long to finally post for you all. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it for what it’s worth and look forward to future chapters! :D

Also this is like completely unedited...so please forgive any mistakes T_T I’ll come back an fix it soon, promise!

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When you walked out of your apartment you were met with none other than Mr.Choi again. He looked just as happy and cheerful as always, him unexpectedly and unexplainably becoming your chauffeur since the first time you met him. You had protested to Namjoon the following day, claiming that you didn’t deserve such illustrious treatment, but you caved when he dismissed you and those irresistible dimples appeared. Curse that face of his and his way with words. So here you were being driven around in a car you had to look up to find out how expensive it was. Luckily though, Mr. Choi never made you uncomfortable and always eased your worries and concerns. Ultimately, if nothing else you made a really nice friend from the whole ordeal.

When Mr. Choi finally reached the estate; you weren’t surprised by how extravagant and vast the property was. Given the amount of money they make hourly as well as the fact they house seven grown male dragon hybrids, it only made sense their home was so large. Add the fact they host gatherings and meetings and you’d expect nothing less. However, where you used to live, houses this big did not exist anywhere in sight. They were gated off similar to this but they looked more like mobile homes compared to the mansion sitting in front of you.

Traditional decor cooperated beautifully with a modern touch with every architectural design your eyes laid on. Hints of the lawn, the roads, and the surrounding garden were made clear that a professional hand took great care of it daily. Their driveway felt like another street and the amount of security that you could witness probably was minor compared to what was really surrounding the property. They may not have shown it so openly to the public that they were rich but their home definitely did. You would’ve thought a government official lived here or someone else with an even higher status.

“Madam Y/n, are you alright heading in by yourself?” Mr. Choi asked you, snapping you from your thoughts.

You quickly turned to him and bowed apologetically. When you looked back up, you held a sheepish yet somewhat overwhelmed smile on your face.

“Y-Yes sir! Thank you so much for escorting me here. I truly appreciate it.” you said before offering him one last goodbye for the time being.

He nodded with a kind and gentle smile, pleased to see you brave enough to continue by yourself. Getting back in the vehicle to pull off, you turned to the large double doors now towering over you. Getting ready to ring the doorbell, one of the pristine wooden slabs opened on their own to your surprise. You first saw two cat ears atop a large tuft of dark brown hair. The person in question was very tall, very thin, and very young looking. He held sharp features and wore a butlers suite that fitted his figure nicely, slightly accenting his muscles underneath. His tail swooshed back and forth as he examined you closely, golden frame glasses glowing under the rays of the sun. It was a brief pause of silence before he smiled gently at you in recognition.

“Madam Y/n, correct?” he asked.

“Yes sir!” you squeaked out.

The tall cat hybrid just chuckled at you, smelling your anxiety from a mile away. Opening the door wider for you to step in, he bowed to you first.

“My name is Junghwa, I am the head butler of this estate. It is my utmost pleasure to finally meet you in person. If you may,” he said gesturing towards a row of maids standing in front of one of the largest set of double staircases you'd ever seen.

“Our staff here has quite a few options of attire at your disposal, provided by Master Park himself.” he stated.

From what you already knew, and what you managed to continue to learn about the guys individually, was that Jimin, specifically, took clothing very seriously. He was always dressed to the nines, not a single wrinkle or stray strand in sight. You were more than a little bit curious to see what Jimin had personally handpicked for you.

“Thank you Mr. Junghwa.” you bowed politely before following the staff up the stairs.

The man bowed in return before making his way off into one of the neighboring spaces, unsure of where it led. You didn’t really have time to ponder over it as the maids rushed you up the remainder of the stairs and into a room a few hallways down.

Entering the dressing room, the older of the four maids began instructing the others to retrieve the options Jimin picked out for you. You waited patiently to be revealed to some of the most beautiful dresses you’d ever seen in your life. The older maid must’ve found your adorable yet astonished gaze on each of the dresses amusing, concluding that you’ve never worn something so expensive before. And she was definitely correct about that. With a rising smile on her face at the evident indecision in your eyes, she finally spoke up.

“Madam Y/n, would you care to try on all of them to see which best suits your taste?” she asked kindly.

“Oh! Y-yes! May I?” you asked for clarification with a clear flustered expression.

All the maids started to giggle at your child-like reaction, amused by your genuine question.

“Of course my lady. Master Jimin spent quite a few days finding something he thought you might thoroughly enjoy wearing. He took good care of keeping a lot into consideration. You should give them each a try before deciding.” she urged.

You smiled happily at her words, yet again another gesture you weren’t used to especially by a male. You nodded your head in agreement, preparing yourself to try on the first dress. You had requested honest input from the maids, as you ended up being just as indecisive as you were in the beginning. They were more than excited to gush over their reasonings for the dress they thought suited you better. In the end, though, you all settled on an off the shoulder a-line ball gown that sparkled beautifully under the light, different speckles of colors pointing through each time you moved. Your hair and makeup were styled simply so as to not distract from your natural beauty and the elegant fit of the dress. You were more than pleased about that as you were not one who liked wearing too much makeup or standing out either.

Regardless, you were overall pleased and thankful for the final result, truly appreciating the opinions of the maids who aided you every step of the way. And even though you thought you simply looked a bit prettier than normal you were entirely unaware of how you affected the men you were going to eventually come across on your way to the ballroom, the location of your booth for tonight. First was Jungkook and Namjoon, who were notified first of your arrival.

When you descended the staircase with the oldest of the maids, whom you found out was the head maid of the house and named Mrs. Choi (Mr. Choi’s wife), you were unaware of the two approaching males from the opened space Junghwa initially exited through. Too busy admiring the lavish decor within the walls of the foyer, you failed to notice Namjoon and Jungkook staring so openly at you. Their eyes shamelessly traced over your figure as the sunlight from the windows radiated your very being, giving you an ethereal glow that was too attractive to look away from.

Mrs. Choi immediately bowed to the duo before a sly smirk found its way so perfectly upon her lips. Eyeing the three of you in wait, wondering who was going to finally make the first move, her patience at the lack of action dwindled down relatively quickly. Straightening herself up, Mrs. Choi broke the settling silence, snapping the guys out of their daze and redirecting your attention to their presence.

“Master Namjoon. Master Jungkook. Doesn’t Madam Y/n look beautiful?” she asked, urging the three of you to converse.

You twirled, unaware of the elegance within your sudden gesture. You beamed happily at the two before caving under their overbearing yet enthralling demeanor. Your heart skipped a beat and your joyous smile turned shy instantly. You could spend all day going through a dictionary to find the appropriate words to properly describe the alluring charm leaking off of them but you were too magnetized by it all, feeling small and unworthy to be standing in their presence. You were absolutely certain the others looked as pleasantly handsome.

“Yes, she looks absolutely gorgeous.” Namjoon spoke first, breaking your train of thought.

A small blush spread across your cheeks as the compliment slipped from Namjoon’s lips. He grinned lovingly at you while he too seemed to be blushing slightly. Jungkook was still at a loss for words, unsure of what to even do. On one hand he wanted to take your hand and spin you again to show off how you make the dress more exquisite than it could ever look on anyone else. But on the other hand, Jungkook’s nerves were ceasing his muscles, his train of thought, and his ability to utter a single word aloud. It was pure torture and he truly didn’t want to stand there like an idiot, so he mustered up all his bravery to finally perform some kind of action.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t even know if gorgeous is the correct word. But i definitely agree with hyung. You look really amazing Y/n.” Jungkook finally admitted, smiling to hide his obvious crimson flush.

You felt undeserving of such kind words, the attention being unfamiliar and too much for your poor sensitive heart to handle. Regardless, you tried to stay brave by smiling and nodding, even if it was obvious you were somewhat embarrassed. Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle and Jungkook couldn’t maintain eye contact for much longer. Mrs. Choi had disappeared quite a while ago, dismissing herself privately.

“You both look more or less handsome.” you joked trying to calm your nerves, giggling shortly after.

“Sorry we couldn’t chock up to your beauty love, some of us weren’t as blessed to be as bewitching as you.” Namjoon smirked back.

You about choked on air, unsure of what to say. Jungkook just laughed, silently agreeing as you weakly attempted to hit them both in their arms out of distress. Curse Kim Namjoon and his way with words! He always knew what to do and say to provoke your emotions, even when you tried so damn hard to be as confident and clever with your own. Jungkook slyly captured your hands within his own before twirling you around playfully.

“Woah there princess! Can’t have you getting too riled up now. What would we do if we lost our little choco bun to such silly tricks?” Jungkook teased, boldly intertwining his fingers with yours.

You were a bit surprised by the sudden change in demeanor but summing it up to being part of his usual playful self. You pouted up at him, his height towering over you making you feel small. Yet you couldn’t deny the view you were blessed with, an opportunity to admire his handsome face up close more so than usual. He held such a spirited look, content with the dynamic you shared. Before falling deeper into this haze you politely took your hands back and turned away from them both, hoping to gain the upper hand over the situation. They each eyed you curiously, waiting in amusement for your next course of action.

“Well I made a promise so I’m not going anywhere. You’d have to do more than some childish teasing to get me to yield to you.” you chided back, a slight smirk on your face.

Though you just wanted to join in on the teasing you were met with darkening gazes and a quick flicker of an iridescent color in both of their eyes. You couldn’t make it out entirely but you definitely knew something in their eyes changed for a brief moment. The atmosphere was slowly feeling more and more suffocating, like you were being placed under a trance. Your skin was raised and your senses felt heightened. It was like you were staring into the eyes of unforgiving predators who would maul you without so much as thinking twice. Your inner animal was on high alert but at the same time, in that very moment, you wanted them to take that chance because you knew. You knew deep down that it wasn’t the fear of dying by their hand but it was the exhilarating possibility they’d rip off your clothes and take you where you stood. Holding you, marking you, pushing deep inside you; the mere thought of it drove your senses mad. But you needed to control yourself. These were your bosses, not your lovers.

Namjoon and Jungkook could smell you. And just like you knew, they knew too. They knew they were the ones to make you stay in place. They knew they were the ones that made your skin crawl. They knew they were the ones that made you just slick enough in between your thighs to smell that irresistibly sweet yet pungent scent. And they knew that if they kept up this dynamic any long they were going to lose all sense of self restraint. Namjoon cleared his throat first, forcing your attention on to him and allowing for Jungkook to compose himself.

“Well Y/n, we understand that you have to get going. Junghwa asked us to pass a message along to you. Head into the kitchen to retrieve your identification badge. Then follow the head server into the ballroom where your booth is located.” Namjoon explained.

You straightened yourself up and smiled, bowing in thanks. Waving goodbye to the duo and also to that extremely unexplainable atmosphere, you quickly scurried off with their eyes watching your every move until you left out their sight. It didn’t take long for you to find the kitchen, having to only follow the striking smells that lured you to the doors. Upon entering the area you spotted both Yoongi and Seokjin instructing a few staff members on where to be and what to serve based on a set up of tonight's guests.

It was absolutely intriguing to see them speak so eloquently to the servers, impressed with the clear cut instructions they gave. It was a few more minutes of watching in awe before the group was dismissed to take up their positions. Yoongi was the first who noticed you, blinking several times in astonishment before stepping away from an oblivious Seokjin. He had a shy smile when he approached you, looking over your appearance with such admiration.

“You look beautiful Y/n.” he said bashful.

You always did find it endearing how sweet and soft Yoongi was despite what so many believed. He was the type of person who was very sensitive on the inside and hid it through stoicness. That often came across as uncaring, cold, and icy; labeling him under the misconception of being intimidating and cruel. But it took all of maybe a few visits to realize just how incorrect that was. Being a fan, you always had your suspicions but it only served to prove you right the longer you hung out with him.

“Thank you Yoongi. As expected both you and Seokjin look as handsome as usual.” you said, feeling a bit braver.

Seokjin perked at your compliment, beelining his way towards you as soon as he recognized your sweet voice. Seokjin may not have admitted it but he was entirely enamored with your voice. So sweet, so soothing, so angelic, so cute. You were the epitome of the soft girl aesthetic, at least personality wise, and it drove him mad. As Yoongi was desperately trying to mask his rosie tinted cheeks from your previous complement, Seokjin took the initiative to lightly grasp your hand before kissing it.

“My, you’ve always been easy on the eyes but you sure know how to stop a crowd when dressed like this. I fear our guests will be a bit too enamored with you.” Seokjin chuckled, twirling you around to take a look at the dress fitted to you.

“Jimin really did an excellent job picking out your dress.” he added.

“I think Jimin could’ve given her a potato sack and she’d still somehow make it look gorgeous.” Yoongi admitted.

Your group laughed at that, you shaking your head in disagreement.

“I think you’re giving me too much credit! Pretty sure no one would want to see me naked in a potato sack. That wouldn’t be all that appealing I'd assume.” you giggled once more.

Just like Namjoon and Jungkook, Seokjin and Yoongi’s eyes darkened at your words. Seokjin smirked at you, eyes filled with a challenging gaze.

“Babe, if I’m being honest, I’d think the world would fall to their knees if they saw you naked, with or without the potato sack.” Yoongi states matter-of-factly, eyes shamelessly yet slowly looking you up and down, lingering over your more intimate areas.

Babe? Did he just call you babe? Yoongi has never done that before. And why was his tone so provocative? Your heart began to race and your skin felt chills run through it. It was just like with Namjoon and Jungkook. It terrified you so badly yet turned you on so intimately.

“I’m going to have to agree with Yoongi, my little bun. But if you truly didn’t want to wear such an outfit, we’d have no problem with you going without anything really.” Seokjin stated flirtatiously with a raised brow.

Your heart skipped a beat before lodging itself deep within your throat. It was getting hot, uncomfortably so and it felt...weird to say the least. Something you weren’t sure how to explain. You fidled with your dress before shyly looking away at a loss after hearing such captivating exclamations. Seokjin found that to be cute, wanting to tease you more. But just before he even had a chance, a slight cough interrupted the thick atmosphere. Capturing all of your attention, there stood a young woman with a flat expression. She looked a tad bit older than Seokjin and was very pretty. She didn’t seem all that bothered with her master’s actions and stood there as if she hadn’t just heard what they said.

There was a quick flash of irritation in Seokjin’s eyes before it disappeared just as fast as it came. He sighed a bit before recomposing himself. Yoongi spoke up first.

“Y/n, this is Ms. Chun Hei. She is our head server and the one who will escort you to your booth this evening. With her she will explain the basics of what to do and what to expect. She also has all of the identification you will need to enter and exit the ballroom in case you have to.” Yoongi broke down.

Oh yeah. You almost forgot. You were here to work. You were getting paid for your services tonight. Nothin less and nothing more. For some reason you hated hearing Yoongi remind you of that. Remind you that at the end of the day you are merely their employee and they are your bosses. Nothing less and nothing more. And yet, deep down, your heart sunk at the thought of that, remembering the inevitable barrier between you and them. You were you and they were, for lack of a better word, amazing. You tried to hide your faltering smile by bowing to Chun Hei and following her out the doors. Both Yoongi and Seokjin noticed it immediately but chose not to voice anything. After you waved them goodbye, you eventually made your way to the ballroom, which was far more vast, more beautiful, and more extravagant than any other room you’ve come across so far.

She guided you through the large enclosed area where a decent sized table with your equipment laid sitting. You were stationed right next to the opened balcony which provided you with a beautiful view of both the sun and the large flower maze garden they had down below. You had noticed there were various tables with exquisite embellishments and food prestinely placed on silk woven cloth. It looked like a scene straight from a fairy tail.

You thanked Chun Hei and started to prepare your special dish for tonight; chocolate fudge cubes and hand roasted coffee. The fudge cubes were to act as the sweetener while not overtaking the bitter nuttiness that coffee is birthed with. The fudge itself was constructed to not be overly sweet and can be eaten separately or together with the hot beverage. You had actually pretested this item beforehand and were given the immediate greenlight to serve it for tonight. The chocolate was done prior to your arrival and placed in a mini cooler to keep it from melting before guests arrived. You also were given a more advanced coffee machine that allowed you to make fresh batches on the spot. You were beyond thankful for the offered equipment, it’s uses taking away stresses you needn’t worry about.

Everything in front of you served as a nice distraction from the last two encounters, slowly feeling like yourself as you fell back into your element. However, that also served to block you from the duo that had immediately taken notice of your presence and, instead of approaching, had observed you the past couple of minutes. You looked absolutely dazzling to them. From your styled hair, to your elegant accessories, down to the end of the glittering gown. It shaped you perfectly, accented your brown skin beautifully, and only served to enlighten your graceful features further. Saying Jimin was proud to witness you in his choice and looking as fine as you did was a bit of an understatement. And he wore it like it was second skin.

“She’s a bit too pleasing to the eye. But I willingly have to say Jiminie, you did an excellent job picking out a dress.” Taehyung admitted to his friend, his eyes never once leaving your working figure.

Jimin was beyond pleased with this situation. He smirked triumphantly, your delicate features being more than enough of a reward for his efforts. Swishing the deep colored liquid around in his wine glass, he took a swig before walking forward.

“I know.” he simply stated, moving directly towards you without hesitation.

Taehyung wordlessly followed after his smaller friend, taking all of a few strides to reach your location. It took a second but you finally noticed the duo who were eyeing your station before they landed on you almost seductively. Was this going to be a reoccurring theme today or were you going crazy? You may not have been experienced but you sure as hell weren't blind or oblivious to the way they’ve all been looking at you. To be fair, you could argue there was no hidden intent behind the odd rise in sexual tension but you’d be more of a fool to disregard it. So, instead, you opted to push the intrusive thoughts to the side and take their overly touchy advances with a grain of salt. Even if your body responded in less than appropriate ways.

“Jimin. Taehyung. I didn’t think it was possible to look even more handsome than usual.” you jabbed playfully.

“Say’s the one who looks like a goddess when she usually looks like our cute little princess.” Jimin smirked back, cocking his head slightly.

There it was again. Those subtle endearing yet possessive terms they kept throwing out. God it was hard not to crumble under their words, their eyes, their presence. It was suffocating yet intoxicating. You couldn’t get enough of it yet your senses screamed at you to bolt.

It didn’t take much for your cheeks to heat with a burning vengeance. You always did lose your confidence around these men and all you could manage to usually do was shyly look away from them as a response. Taehyung licked his lips just before a smirk played on his perfectly symmetrical face, bathing in the way your innocence always riled him up. Stirring an uncontrollable need, a desire, to claim you so intimately, so passionately. But he needed to be patient. He and the others promised they'd be patient with you. But you always made it so damn hard sometimes. If only you knew how badly you screwed with them, then you’d realize that you actually had more power over them than they’d care to admit.

“You’ve all been giving me so much more credit than I deserve. I appreciate the kind compliments but I truly don’t deserve them.” you bashfully stated, playing with a loose lock of your hair.

“Love, it’s not nice to speak so lowly of yourself. Come,” Jimin said, gesturing for you to take his hand.

You placed your smaller hand in his as he played with your knuckles down to the tips of your fingers. He watched as you fell even more nervous under his touch almost identical to the wine from his cup earlier.

“I think it’s less of us giving you too much credit and more of you not giving yourself enough of it.” Jimin explained kissing the top of your hand.

Taehyung slipped the tips of his fingers underneath your chin, turning your head to face him.

“If only you could see the beauty we see and crave in you my little choco bun. I guess that’ll just have to take a little more time.” Taehyung stated before separating from you and walking away.

“We have some business to attend to before tonight. See ya later my sweet bunbun~” Jimin cooed, waving you a goodbye.

You waved back at the retreating duo, completely confused by the odd change in demeanor from all of them thus far. As much as you would like to mule over it, you couldn’t. You had far more important things you needed to handle before guests started to arrive. You’ll figure all this out later or at least at some point down the line.

As the night was slowly approaching guests poured in like crazy. At first all they did was admire their surroundings and speak to one another and you weren’t sure rather to be grateful for that or nervous that no one had approached you yet. However, as more and more people filed in, more and more of them slowly spread out within the ballroom, groups of hybrids and humans alike mingling closer to your table. It wasn’t until you had spotted a familiar figure.

“Y/n!” a voice called out excitedly.

You turned your head to a tall woman with long crimson hair. She had tanned skin, untouched and practically perfect upon first glance. Sporting a form fitting bright red dress with matching red lipstick, you knew exactly who it was. Carmen.

Carmen is a latina from South America, her real name being Maria Francisca. She had created a never before seen makeup line that had a shade for practically all skin tones, worked as a perfect SPF, water and sweat resistant, and lasts 8+ hours with light reapplication depending on what it is you're doing. Safe, cruelty free, and using all natural products; her line blew up like crazy. What made her really stand out was the fact she refused to fall prey to mass production that would normally lead to lower quality. Quality over quantity was always her motto. However, she had received quite a lot of pressure from big named brands and it wasn’t until BTS Corp came and asked to partner with her that she was finally allocated her freedom for creativity again.

When the partnership was announced publicly the world went crazy. So many people loved her makeup and many of the idols, singers, and actors under BTS Corp often used her brand anyway. It was a perfect match. So, naturally, you managed to meet her. Being one of few foreigners who often was there doing business with the company on a daily basis, she naturally gravitated towards you on that like minded term. You guys became friends relatively quickly, you also being an avid fan of her brand. You talked quite a bit when she stopped by if she could and you guys often shared little gifts with each other from your homeland. So if anything, you were happy to see her here.

“Well if it isn’t Meu fofinho~!” she endearingly called to you, kissing both your cheeks.

“Carmen! You look so gorgeous! I’m starting to think red was made for you!” you giggled.

“Why thank you love. But I have a competitor. Mr. Jung Hoseok is a very fine man in red. Especially tonight.” she pointed out, directing your attention to Hoseok who was speaking with a small group of individuals.

And boy was that an understatement. He looked just as stylish and suave as they come and he added a more breathtaking style than it should have had. You two giggled like school girls, impressed with how nicely the 7 men had dressed for tonight’s events as you individually picked out each one from the crowded room. Shortly after, you carried on a brief conversation about your beverage, which led Carmen into tasting it. Her eyes had grown wide and she began spending more time downing the drink than saying anything else. You’d assumed that was a good sign but you weren’t entirely sure at first.

“Is it…?” you started off, implying that you needed a response.

“It’s amazing! This is some of the best coffee I'd ever tasted. And this chocolate...uh what is this love?” she asked for quick clarification.

“It’s frozen chocolate fudge cubes.” you responded giggling.

“Yes! These….these are a godsend! It’s like a perfect amount of sweetness mixed with a hot bitterness and it's exceptionally divine together. And look at the gorgeous brown color and the scent…*mwah*!” she gushed loudly.

Her exclamations caught the attention of a few of the younger clients who recently signed on to the company. They approached your table in curiosity, allured by the fragrance and convinced enough to go through with their destination thanks to Carmen. And as more and more people gathered to taste your beverage, you were flabbergasted by the positive responses that you’d received. You felt a swelling sense of pride from your work, something you came up with on your own, an original recipe, and you had never received such feedback so quickly. You were happy, pleased, and confident in sharing your intent and you met some really amazingly kind people along the way. You felt bad for assuming they’d all, for the most part, be snobby and standoffish. Scoffing at you and your work. Instead you were met with such inclusive and interested individuals. At least, for a vast majority of the night you did.

You actually weren’t surprised by this. A small part of you knowing that there was going to be at least one person who always had something to say. In this case it was a small group of high class investors. 3 women, 2 men. 1 man and 2 women were predator based hybrids; jaguar, tiger, and rhino. The other two individuals were human. They each were adorned with their own expensive dresses and suits, lavished with large and extravagant accessories that made it well known they had money. The way they carried themselves, the air that followed them, the arrogance that swallowed them up. Yeah, they were your stereotypical snobby rich kids. Too young to even know what to do with their money but old enough to act like they did.

“What is this, a cafe?” the female jaguar hybrid mocked.

“I bet it’s instant. Who would dare to allow someone to serve flavored tap water?” the human female laughed.

“Bold of you to assume it’s tap water. More like toilet water.” the rhino male hybrid proclaimed.

The group laughed amongst themselves, finding humor in their lame excuse of bullying. You could come up with far better insults than that, disappointed with how cliche it was. But despite all of that, you could not deny that it was irritating, no matter how lackluster the insults were.

“Can’t believe they hired some foreigner. At least pick a pretty one.”

“Like who? Carmen? Please, people like that are few and far between.”

“Then at least pick a thin one! Jesus, it’s like no one even cares about their body shape anymore. I thought rabbit hybrids only ate vegetables. Why’s that one so fat?”

“You know how those westerners like to be a bit more...rounder. Maybe she thought her exotic looks would enthrall some of the men here.”

You’ve briefly had people comment on your figure before in the past and just like this group, they weren’t always kind things. If you were being honest with yourself, you were in the inbetween stages of having thick skin while also being a bit sensitive. You had dealt with a lot of your past trauma on your own but you were still recovering from some of the more deep rooted things, like your view on your body. So even though you could handle the initial comments, it did start to bug you a little when they poked at your figure. Throw in the fact they brought up your bosses, 7 eligible bachelors who could easily snag any woman they wanted, 7 eligible bachelors who you were slowly starting to crush on for individual reasons...yeah it made you feel a little less than. The slow rise in anxiety started to make you drift back to their touchy encounters from earlier, analyzing each interaction. Your overthinking forced you to doubt there was any underlying intention, even if it was clearly borderline inappropriate a good 80% of the time.

“Well, what’s a cute little bunny girl like you doing being forced to serve such self-important lowlifes?” a sudden voice asked, ripping you from your thought.

The words the man had spoken completely shut the small group up almost instantly. They’re make-up caked, pristinely put together faces contorted in perfect reflection of their ugly degrading attitudes. It was a comical sight if it weren’t for the fact this man had said it loud enough for more than just them to hear it. Not once did he even bother to throw them a glance and only kept his blazing iron colored eyes on you. You admit that you were a bit lost, unsure of what to do or say in the moment. However, he didn’t really seem to mind waiting for a response, perfectly content with observing you, patiently.

“I...I uh...I don’t mind offering my services. If anything I’m happy to share my creations with so many people, despite their status of course. I just like making people happy with food and drinks.” you said, trying hard to swallow your rising fear.

You couldn’t exactly explain why there was a feeling of concern deep within your being but the animal part of you recognized it all too well and all too quickly. Upon first glance, this man, who you realized was roughly around Seokjin and Yoongi’s age, gave no indication of alarm. He was very tall, muscular, and held sharp facial features. His hair was jet black, slicked with a shine from some type of strong scented gel. He wore an outfit that was fit more to a gangster than what you’d seen most males dress tonight but it wasn’t too out of place. Despite his above average appearance, his eyes were what was the most enticing characteristic about him. They were a mix of lime green and forest green and his pupils were a sharp thin diamond shape.

You had a hard time at first figuring it out due to the heavy scent of his cologne but upon closer inspection you could tell he was a snake hybrid. A tad bit different from other snake hybrids you’d seen before but nonetheless, definitely one of some kind. In fact, what you had originally thought was a unique tattoo were actually unique scale protrusions on certain areas of his skin. It was oddly beautiful in it’s own way. But despite all of that, it was the way he carried himself. It was similar yet different. Arrogant yet approachable. Charming yet dangerous. And even though you could feel it, you knew it deep within your prey based DNA that he was bad news, he was also enticing as he continued to lure you deeper and deeper in to him.

“Look at that, passionate and good hearted too. How adorable you are. Such a shame not that many people here can see that.”

He sideyed the still present group of individuals, looking them up and down shamelessly before scoffing in their direction. His uncaring demeanor was somewhat admirable but unfortunately, the action came off as more adherent than anything else. You admit it made you feel a bit more uncomfortable than you cared to admit but tried desperately to cover that up. He looked back at you with a captivating grin, almost knowing what kind of mood he was setting and relishing in it.

“No matter. Not many days I get to lay eyes on someone as gorgeous as you. You were one of the first people I took notice of when I stopped by this evening. I almost didn’t come here tonight. But you darling. You made it oh so worth it.” he overly shared.

You sheepishly smiled, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I assure you there are plenty of amazingly beautiful women here who’ve surely caught your eye at least once today. I’m not so special, but I appreciate your kind compliment.” you giggled lightly.

“Surely you jest babe. I’m surprised more men aren’t here swarming your table. Such a shame those bosses of yours are too fucking blind to court your fine ass. Unless they’ve already love tapped you. In that case I’d like to get in on th-”

“Mr. Lee Jihyun. Wasn’t expecting a visit from you tonight. How unexpected of you.”

Both you and, who you now know as, Jihyun turned to the intruding voice. You were a bit relieved to have seen Hoseok standing there, feelings of uncomfortability fading away slowly from his presence alone. Hoseok flashed you one of his signature and radiant smiles your way, bypassing Jihyun without so much as a second thought. Jihyun looked irritated but controlled his rising temper, not wanting to make a scene.  

Hoseok offered his hand to you which you gladly placed in his. You smiled with a slight warm feeling radiating from your cheeks, your heart beating like crazy from his touch alone. He was the only one who hadn’t spoken to you since your arrival and in this very moment it was all worth it. Something about him always eased your rapid thoughts, feelings of reassurance and comfort coming to mind. You didn’t notice it but the small group that still lingered around watched in jealous horror, unknowing of the close relationship you two shared.

“Hey there cutie. I was told you looked beautiful tonight but I think the guys did a poor job at addressing that.” he laughed, charmed by you already.

“Hoseo- I mean Mr. Jung, thank you so much. You’ve all done so much for me and I wouldn’t have been able to wear something so amazing if it weren't for you all. Or more specifically Mr. Park.” you smiled shyly up at him.

Hoseok kept staring at you, enamored with the way you tried really hard to not be so nervous around him but more so with how truly beautiful you looked before him. He could tell right away you were entirely unaware of it, oblivious to how many men had truly eyed you, spoken highly of you, even going as far as to gamble with asking you out. He had no shame in admitting he was one of those men, albeit he kept most of that to himself.

“Why are you so cute? You drive me crazy.” Hoseok boldly admitted, lowering his voice and ignoring all the people around him.

You puffed your cheeks at him, a pout forming from his open flirting. You held a scowl on your face but he knew it wasn’t serious.

“Don’t say things like that. Especially when you don’t mean them.” you whined, your ears slumped in disappointment.

Hoseok was about to retort, hoping to assure you that he was far from being false with his words, but Jihyun butted in, annoyed with being ignored.

“Well good thing I’m no liar sweetheart. Unlike this one, I have a reputation for keeping all my promises. The good, the bad, and the ugly ones.”

You flinched at the hidden implications behind his words, knowing that there was something far more insidious with that.

“Is that what you see your self righteous snake charming ass as? Last I checked you had a little slip up the other night. Failed to get you princess from her castle, right? Wonder what hindered you?” Hoseok shot back.

“Hah. Would’ve been an easy job if she wasn’t so heavily protected by her fucking lizardmen. Dragon’s have always been greedy motherfuckers haven’t they? Once they’ve laid claim to a treasure they’ll do anything to keep it. Even if they destroy it in the long run.”

“We’ll see who destroys who in the end. And if the line get’s crossed again, you’re going to regret the day your mother didn’t swallow you instead.”

Jihyun just smirked at Hoseok, sizing him up before turning his attention back to you.

“See ya sweetheart. Maybe we can meet again and make due on some pretty amazing promises.” he said winking before walking off.

Hoseok’s eyes never left the retreating figure until he was out of sight. You, for lack of a better word, were very confused. The little conversation that took place made no sense whatsoever to you, or to anyone else who happened to hear it for that matter. You admit it was a little hot seeing Hoseok so dominant and angry, but you weren’t clueless enough to recognize they were speaking in code for a reason. You, of course, were not going to pry into it but you were starting to reach your social limit and kinda wanted to go home.

You and Hoseok had spoken for a little while longer, guests slowly making their way out the door and to their homes. Both Hoseok and you started cleaning up your table, cute little jokes and intimate touches taking place while you did so. It didn’t take long for the others to crowd around and join in. You felt most happy when you were with the seven of them and were grateful you could bask in their presence. With them here, the clean up went by significantly quickly and all the guests had somehow left the ballroom already.

Stretching your arms out in exhaustion, you yawned. Your feet hurt, your body ached, and your mouth felt dry. You were hungry, too nervous to eat or drink anything during it all, and after the nerves had subsided you felt starved and dehydrated. Yoongi had noticed it first, coming to your side to support your figure. You gave him a nod of gratification, opting to lean against his sturdy frame for relief.

“Did you tire yourself out today?” Taehyung asked, grabbing an extra piece of fudge you had stored in your small portable freezer.

“Yeah, just a little. I think I was running on all of the excitement tonight. I was too nervous to move away from here or to even eat and drink anything. I’m so tired. Hahaha, I’m sorry I think I’m rambling now.” you said sinking further into Yoongi’s warmth.

Jimin came up and took your other side, squishing you between the two of the smaller males. It was nice and comforting actually, kinda like how you used to burrow when you were little. The reminiscent feeling lulled you softly into the caresses of sleep.

“Little bun, you can’t fall asleep here. You need some proper rest.” Jungkook softly scolded, taking your hands into his.

“I know, I’m sorry. You guys must be just as exhausted having to talk to so many people tonight. I should head home so you could finally get some rest.” you mumbled back, attempting to stand on your own.

“H-How about you spend the night here?” Jimin offered up, a bit jumpy.

He made swift eye contact with the others, unbeknownst to you of course.

“What!? Oh no no. I couldn’t do that. I’ve already intruded on you already. I couldn’t ask to stay the night.” you argued back.

“It’s pretty late. It’s no big deal. You can leave first thing in the morning.” Seokjin added.

“Plus you’re in no way intruding Y/n. I promise. It’s probably much safer to stay here for the night.” Yoongi said.

You chuckled at their odd rise in concern, not understanding why they were so worried when Korea is known for being pretty safe at night. But god you were too tired to argue back.

“If it’s really not a big deal...I don’t mind being a bit more selfish.” you chuckled, giving in.

“You can be as selfish as you want with us my love.” Namjoon assured, guiding you by taking your hand and leading you out the room.

Just before that though, he shot Hoseok a look who pulled out his phone as soon as you were out of ear shot. Taehyung and Jimin stayed behind, bidding you a goodnight before calling in a group of men dressed in all black suits. They were adorned with holsters that held the guns they looked ready to use. They stood still in perfect rows, ready for the orders the three men had to offer. As soon as Hoseok got off the phone he straightened himself up.

“We have an unexpected infestation problem.” Taehyung started off, scoffing with annoyance.

“I’m sure we don’t need to discuss what it is you all need to do.” Jimin added with irritation laced in his voice.

“And boys, make sure all the snakes have been dealt with. If even one of them reaches our precious little bunny, there will be hell to pay.” Hoseok announced before exiting with the other two.

“Yes sir!” the crowd called out before immediately departing out to search the perimeter.

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[just-some-random-blogger]

Mah Boyfriend

BTS + BigBang Jeon Jungkook x Idol!Reader Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon) Summary: You recently announced your relationship with Jeon Jungkook, making the internet explode and a lot of sasaengs come for your neck. Regardless though, you were loving your best life with your boyfriend. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Idol AU, girl group member!reader, stress, invasion of privacy, sasaeng, graphic depictions of aggression, threatening, fluff, SUPER FLUFF, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, the use of y/n, fake edits, fake insta story edits, fake social media edits, typos, etc.

A/N: let your favs date or perish. This has been in my drafts for so long that BTS had like 23 comebacks damn and the gif I originally used of jk was so fetus T_T. Anyway here nonnieHHAHAHA I HOPE UR STILL THERE LOL

My chest was laid against a pillow, which was laid against my bed. My hair was messy and my torso and neck was covered by a big, fluffy sweater. I popped a garlic flavored peanut into my mouth and chewed, blinking at the lens of my phone. "Ya, everybody--" I continued crunching, "should I do an ASMR?"

For a moment, I blinked and watched as a bunch of comments scrolled by.

I ate another nut and looked over my shoulder, "It's so quiet here without the unnies."

I sniffle and turn back to the screen, realizing my mistake, regretting your comment, "YA DON'T START SAYING THERE'S SOMEONE BEHIND ME!"

I shove a bunch of nuts into my mouth and start munching on them angrily, "Guys, you know how much of a scardey cat I am. I will literally cry."

In the silence, I watch the screen roll with so many comments. All of them were saying there genuinely was someone behind me.

After reading one that said, "I am not joking I promise you there is someone behind you," I nearly wanted to cry.

I took in a breath and turned over my shoulder, squealing when I saw a man standing there with a blank expression. He immediately breaks into a laugh as I coil up in a bundle of nerves and catch my breath.

The phone atop the pillow slips as I do this.

The man grabs the said phone and puts it near his face, fixing his hair as he grinned in amusement, "hi everyone, it's Jungkook." He holds up a v shape with his fingers and brings it to his cheeks, posing as he sticks his tongue out.

I regain composure and growl. I kneel up on the bed, grab the pillow and hit the idiot with the pillow.

Jungkook only find this amusing and pulls back, whining exaggeratedly. He points the camera to me then points a finger, "YA, Army, look, she's attacking me!"

I groan, "that isn't even Army!"

"I'm sure some of them are!" Jungkook fights back as he chuckles.

I throw the pillow at him, as a last resort, and put my hand out, "okay give me back my phone, I'm still doing the live."

He pulls the phone away, "No. You're supposed to be getting ready for our date!"

"You're here too early! Our date is in two hours."

"Wrong again," Jungkook says, turning the phone round back to him, "everyone, please tell this girl to get ready. Do you know she takes 5 hours to get ready?"

I shake my head and run off the bed, grabbing the pillow on the floor and hitting Jungkook with it.

"Everyone please! I'm being oppressed!" he says pulling back, trying to keep the camera steady on me. I do not relent however. And it doesn't take long for Jungkook's roused playful side to surface.

He eventually raises a brow at me and disregards my phone, keeping it in his one hand and grabbing my pillow with the other. After forcefully yanking my weapon off my hands, he then quickly comes forward and tackles me into a tight hug, making me whine at the quick contact.

"Help!" I barely get to whine as Jungkook groans and lifts me up, spinning me around the room.

I squeal and manage to dig my fingers onto his shirt when he does this, so I don't shoot out of his hands and slam my head against a table and die. Not that he would let that happen, but he can be a little crazy.

"JUNGKOOK PLEASE STOP!" I complain, only making him laugh.

When he finally does, I'm put on my feet, but my head is spinning and I feel the garlic nuts begin to rise up. I let out a burp as I regain my composure and gracelessly fall onto the side of my bed.

Jungkook, who was also thrown out of balance, plays it off and started waving to the camera, "okay goodbye everyone. I promise I'll make it up to you by posting something from our date after!"

I turn to Jungkook as he says this and call, "YA! Don't you dare!"

But alas, the live didn't even get to hear me say that as Jungkook waves the viewers off.

I scowl at him as he sits down next to me, throwing my phone on the bed and grabbing my face, "go get ready!" he says in a cutely aggravated way.

He continues to squish my face and I break out of his grips. I give him a look and stand just to lay down on my bed, "I want to see what they were sayin-"

"Who cares what they say," Jungkook groans and grabs my wrist, "I'm like s hungry I'm going to boil you oil and make you fried chicken."

I raise a brow at him and make a face, "... that's pretty... graphic."

"GAH!" he screams, "I'M HUNGRY, BABE! I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!" Jungkook complains, throwing himself back, shoving himself on me, making both of us grunt on impact.

"YA!" I shove him, "get your heavy ass off me!"

He shifts to look at me and begins to shove me off the bed, "well, then get your ass of the bed and get ready, for goodness sake."

I am ejected off my bed and I stand before I'm fully shoved off, "okay, okay, whatever you say, you rat."

"YA! WHO ARE YOU CALLING A RAT!"

A few days after the livestream incident, I had been receiving a tidal wave lot of hate comment on my photos and even on my groups videos, although we were currently inactive and on break.

To be fair, it was so much worse when we first went public with our relationship. There were so many saseangs that sent me death threads and gruesome things in the mail like entrails, bloody boxes or art, threatening letters, and even food that may most definitely had been poisoned.

Having that thought at the back of my head was frustrating, thinking all the food sent to me was poisoned..

I knew better than to actually try it though.

Once before, I ate a cupcake that was given to me by a supposed fan, and me and a staff member shared the it, bringing both of us to the hospital for food poisoning. It was pretty traumatizing to the point I don't feel comfortable eating anything that was given to me by a fan, which sucked because I know for a fact there were genuine fans out there that wanted to share a treat with me that they actually enjoyed.

I was getting pretty used to it, the hate. I mean even before going public with my relationship, I had it, although not to this extent.

I got pretty good at pretending I didn't care, although most of my group mates would call bullshit on it.

It just happened that Jungkook knew me all too well.

Which was why he had me scooped up in his arms, sat on his lap, head on my shoulder, mumbling over and over again, "tell me what's wrong, please. Tell me what's wrong, please. Tell me what's wrong, please. Tell me what's wrong, please..."

I faced away from him, since I was adamant I was completely fine, and had tried to get out of his grip. Of course, that was nearly impossible, since I was a limp noodle compared to him.

I sighed in defeat, trying to wrangle out of his arms, "Kookie, I'm fine. I swear."

"Tell me what's wrong, please. Tell me what's wrong--"

"Jungkook," I say firmer, waiting for a different reply.

"Tell me what's wrong, please."

I lean back against him and turn my face, "Jungkook."

He lightly butts his head against my shoulder, continuing his mantra.

I bring my hands to his arms, pulling his arm away, so I could face him. He braces me, counteracting my actions, thinking I was going to run away again. When he realizes I just want to turn to him, he loosens his grip and halts his resounding words.

When I meet his face, he gives me a wounded puppy look and asks, "are you going to tell me now?"

I place my hands on Jungkook's neck and pout back, "I really am fine, Jungkook."

He knits his brow, "and I know who much hate you've gotten since our last date post. You manager even called me and told me about the hate mail you've been getting. I told you not to open them."

"Yeah, but some of them are disguised as actual fan mail. I can't take the risk of throwing actual fan mail away."

Jungkook sighs, "I know. I don't like it when you get upset like this though."

I deflate upon seeing his expression and snuggle against his neck, caving in, "it's not that bad, Kook."

He releases a breath, rubbing my back, "I'm just worried about you, always. I can't help it when I'm, like, so in love with you."

I chuckle, "you're so dramatic."

"I'm seriously thinking about suing now," he says aimlessly, "I've been talking to my lawyer."

"Jungkook, they're probably just immature kids. When I was younger, I got upset when my favorite boy group got in a relationship too. I learned to get over it though when I got older and realized I was super immature."

He sighs, "I love my fans, but it's so hard to love them when they say they love me but hate you. I don't understand how they can think they're a fan if they do that."

"Kookie," I pull back and look at him, "they're just kids, cut them some slack."

He pushes my hair back and pouts, "you're too good to me."

"Well," I hum, then break into a soft smile, "you're hot and rich, so."

Jungkook breaks into a laugh, "Aha! I knew it! They were right about you. You just want my money and my body."

I roll my eyes, "duhhhh."

Jungkook grins and then crushes me against him, giving me kisses all over my head. I chuckle against him and wrap my arms tightly against his.

"I guess that means you know I bought tickets to G-Dragon's concert," he casually says.

I pull away and give him a look, "you said what now?"

He snickers, "well, while you were so busy blowing my money on snacks-"

"That you insisted you buy," I raise a finger.

He makes a half amuses, taunting face, and corrects himself, "that I insisted on buying, and so you went off and bought the whole store," he grits his teeth and squeezes my face in his palms, "I was waiting online for tickets and I managed to get two for us."

I straighten up in excitement, and whisper-yell in disbelief, "Jungkook, are you for real?"

He scoffs exaggeratedly and raises a brow, "would I live up to my sugar daddy status if I wasn't?"

I burst into a fit of excited giggles.

On the day of the concert, I was nothing but energetic and excited. Although the concert was going to be pretty late at night and Jungkook had work in the day, I was already getting everything sorted out for the night.

I was in the middle of watching An Interview with a Vampire, when suddenly, I heard a knock on my door.

I thought it was strange, because it wasn't like I had ordered anything or was expecting anyone. Then I thought perhaps it was Jungkook already. But then again, he wouldn't need to knock.

I checked my phone and saw he hadn't called or left a message either.

I decided to check anyway, and went up to the door, looking through the peephole, "who is it?"

I see a person in a delivery uniform. She replies, "delivery."

It seems she was holding a box of takeaway. I replied back, leaning away from the peephole, ready to walk back to the couch, "sorry, there must have been a mix up. I didn't order anything."

"No, there is no mix up," she says, then saying my name and supposedly my order.

"I didn't order that," I retort, crossing my arms.

"It's been paid for already. It was sent to this address."

I tilt my head, thinking maybe Jungkook ordered it, "who ordered it?"

For a moment there was silence.

I knit my brows and lean back to the door. Once I'm close enough to see who was on the other side, suddenly my door gets slammed on, "OPEN THE DOOR, YOU BITCH!"

I recoil and feel a chill run down my spine.

"What? Did you think I would say Jung Jungkook bought this for you?" she accused and suddenly throws something to my door, "well you're fucking wrong, you psychotic, gold-digging, whore!"

She begins kicking the door repeatedly, and I begin to fear she might break the door down.

"YA! OPEN THE DOOR!" she screams as I run off to get a chair to bar the door off.

Her knocks don't relent and I get my phone and contact the owner of the building, immediately dialing the number.

She's still banging on the door when the landlord picks up.

Later that day, when I tell Jungkook this after he's arrived at my place, he is absolutely delirious.

He wipes his face and paces around as he mutters curse words under his breath. He turns to me and gently brings both his hands to my shoulders. He rubs the skin with the pad of his thumb, "are you okay?"

I sigh, "I'm still pretty scared and really disturbed, but I'm... okay?" I release a dry and nervous chuckle, "I'm better now, much better than when she left and when security came with the landlord to check up on me and file a report."

Jungkook has his brows knit. He sighs, "and they contacted the police?"

I nod.

He gives me a look then wraps his arms around me, "I'm so sorry this happened to you, baby."

"It's not your fault."

"It is though," he says, "they were here because they were deluded by the idea of me."

"Jungkook."

He pulls back and caresses my face, "are you sure you still want to go to the concert tonight? We can just stay here and watch movies and cuddle."

"You're not going to get a refund for that, though! How could I?"

"Do you honestly think I would care about money right now?" he says, giving me a concerned look, "you were just in something really scary."

"I was, but staying here won't change or help that," I reply, frowning, "I, in fact, think it would be much better if we just go out and have some fun in that concert."

"You sure, honey?" he mutters lowly, pulling me closer to him.

I nod, "absolutely."

Needless to say, it was the best decision I had for the day by far. Well, besides not opening that door.

I was stood next to Jungkook, holding hands in anticipation. It was crazy being on this side of the arena. But it was still as exhilarating, and perhaps even more fun being the viewer than the performer.

When the lights began to change, the crowd went absolutely livid.

I couldn't help but scream along with the crowd. It was so powerful that even if you weren't excited, you would be.

The song began to play and within a few moment, back up dancers came and the stage began to do its theatrics.

Then came the moment we were all waiting for.

"EVERYBODY MAKE SOME NOISE!"

I had never shouted louder in my entire life.

G-dragon was absolutely electrifying onstage. He was so charismatic and commanded everyone's attention wholeheartedly. Each song came with so much energy and heart.

I was experiencing a high, as if I was on a rollercoaster, though I was safely put on the ground. And each time something happened, I would turn to Jungkook who had already turned to me and we both cheered and embraced each other through it all.

"See," I yelled over the music, "I told you this was a good idea."

Jungkook smiled over to me through the dim lights, "well, you are always right."

And when the concert was nearing the end, a staff personnel came over to us, an began to talk to Jungkook.

I looked between them, thinking something must be wrong. Jungkook gave me a quick glance and smiled, reaching out his hand to me. I took it and he then brought it to his lips to kiss my knuckles.

Once they're done speaking, Jungkook leans to me and gives me a kiss, "come on."

He leans away and I give him a look, but clearly follow him anyway, even though I had absolutely no idea where we were going.

We walk hand in hand as we were lead through the area.

We find ourselves in the telltale bustle backstage, and I begin to have an inkling on just where we were going.

I tug on Jungkook's arm and flash wide eyes. We were in a place quiet enough so when he looks at me and leans in, I whisper, "are we going to meet G-dragon?"

He pulls away, giving me an incredulous look, shaking his head. He brings a finger up to his lips and turns away. My heart begins to beat so fast.

There was no mistaking it when we were backstage. I was greeted and greeted a bunch of staff members, some of which I actually recognized and worked with before.

It was pretty wild when we were brought directly backstage and a few moments later, G-Dragon came walking down towards us.

"Oh," G-Dragon himself calls with a toothy grin, "hello."

I am too stunned to speak and look at him with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. I pull on Jungkook's arm as he turns to me with an ecstatic look on his face.

He and I bow in regard to our sunbae as he comes closer after wiping his sweat off.

G-Dragon reciprocates and shakes his hands, "yah, you two don't have to be so formal with me. Besides, we both have met before, right."

We nod and agree to his words.

Jungkook beams, "G-Dragon-ssi, you were absolutely amazing out there."

I quickly agree, "I was having such a bad day but then all of my stress got wiped off because of how loud I screamed."

He chuckles at this and slaps a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, "ah, thanks. You don't have to be so formal. You can just call me Jiyong. After all you two are both much more successful than me."

We are quick to deny this.

"Wah, without G-Dragon and BigBang, and our all senior's hard work, we wouldn't have reached were we are now," Jungkook says shaking his head.

"There you are again, being so formal," he scolds back.

Jungkook corrects himself, "Jinyong hyung."

"Wah, I can just call you Jiyong oppa?" I ask in disbelief.

"Well," Jiyong chuckles, turning to Jungkook, "better not in front of your boyfriend."

I redden at the teasing remark, "he isn't the jealous type."

Jungkook quickly turns to me and snaps, "no. I am. I am totally the jealous type."

We burst into a fit of laughter after this.

"I'm really glad I was able to make your day better, though. Honestly. It's one of the things that make me love doing what I do so much," Jiyong says, making both of us nod.

"Me too," Jungkook agreed.

I smile, "me three."

Jiyong smiles, "well. I would just like to give you both a bit of advice. If you ever have a bad day and some crazy person comes knocking on your door-"

I give Jungkook a look, and as does he.

"-just stop and think about why you're doing this. Remember why you love doing this. For me, at least, this helps me get through bad days."

After he says this, I reach out for Jungkook's hand and he grips it firmly. When I turn to him, he's already looking at me and giving my hand a kiss.

"Wah, really?" Jiyong complains looking around aimlessly, placing his hands on my hips, "right in front of me?" He sighs shaking his head, "you really know how to make a guy feel single."

[lucszli]

Hi um- i saw your post about writing stuff and i wanted to request a ship if thats ok.

Can you please write about kubosai coffee shop au and you can think of the rest if thats ok with you thanks👉👈

[ hello!! it's okay, ofc, and im so sorry that this took so long for me to write, it's a bit short too so i hope you don't mind T_T ]

– kubosai coffee shop au –

right now, kusuo saiki was standing infront of a certain ex - delinquent , trying not to stare for too long before forcing his attention to go to the menu, because honestly, who just stares at someone?

kusuo let his guard down when he heard about a certain new coffee shop opening near town, immediately going there, once he managed to get away from those idiots he still hasn't accepted into calling friends, but he didn't think one of them would be working here.

seriously, why does he get into the worst situations?

upon walking into the coffee shop, he quickly noticed aren; although, before he could walk away and leave it at that, unfortunately for him, he was noticed too.

"oh, saiki? didn't think I'd run into you here! what do you wanna order?"

and so, he forced himself to just go to the counter to order , because even he had some common decency; walking away in that situation would just be plain out rude.

ordering didn't take him long, he already knew what he wanted, considering the fact that he came here for the coffee jelly. he told aren what he wanted, and that was that.

aren made some small talk to him for a bit, saying something about how he accidentally wrecked his bike (again?) and needed some money to get it fixed. kusuo just nodded throughout this exchange.

once kusuo got the coffee jelly, he didn't waste any time to walk over to a seat to enjoy the dessert. the place was nice and peaceful, it could be quiet to other people but since kusuo didn't have his geranium ring with him today he wouldn't know.

it wasn't bad. the coffee jelly, it was good, actually. and as he was leaving after nodding goodbye to aren, he told himself he'll come back here for the coffee jelly. that's all, no other reason. it was merely a coincidence that someone he's grown more fond of than he'd like to admit is working there, or that's what he'd tell himself anyway.

as kusuo was walking away, he heard aren think about how he hoped kusuo would come back again, and okay, maybe the coffee jelly isn't the only reason.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

💌 The Love letters you wrote are so cute 😭💜 Can I request one for Goo and crystal ( or you can pick one of them if u want :D )

a/n: im glad ur enjoying them T_T 💖 here's both of ur requests!!

[Goo's letter comes in a pastel yellow envelope. It is sealed with a butterfly sticker.]

Hi hun!!

I would've texted you except my phone is in the process of getting fixed~ I was going to buy a new one but you chose that brand for me specifically because you thought it was fitting so I don't want to let it go just yet :(

Anyways, I got in a fight with that son of a bitch Gun and my phone ended up getting messed up in the fight... he also got a few hits on my face so I wasn't feeling too confident about you seeing me for the past two days! Please understand~ (Don't worry, I got him back--have you seen him sulking around with bandages lately? Haha)

Fortunately, I'm looking better now so I'm visiting you tonight after I come back from my debt collecting today. I have your favorite flowers and much needed apologies to make! Let me know if you have a particular place you want to go to for dinner.

See you then ❤️

-Goo

[Crystal's letter comes in a white envelope with a pretty gold pattern. It is sealed with a simple gold seal.]

Hello.

My father forced me to take a class about manners and etiquette, and although it was painful, at least I convinced him to force Kouji into the class as well. Watching him complain was very funny. Nonetheless, I really don't understand why my father signed me up for such a class. Am I not polite enough? I only admit to having a sharp tongue, but I don't cause problems... I think.

Excuse me. I had to vent for a moment, but I hope that's okay with you. How are you, by the way? We haven't spoken properly since last week due to our colliding schedules.

Would you like to spend Saturday afternoon together to catch up? We can stay at my place and enjoy a movie together or whatever you'd like to do.

Oh, and if you're wondering, the reason I'm writing you this letter in the first place is because it was one of my assignments from the manners class. We were supposed to write an apology letter to someone but I have no one to apologize to so I wrote to someone I care about instead.

Let's talk soon.

-Crystal Choi