#i wanna see he in game plez

[moony-ghoul]

Gibve blankie Dew thoughts

Plez? 🥺

YEAH YEAH YEAH BLANKIE DEW

it all started with dew collapsing into rains bed one night. he was exhausted, stressed out of his mind preparing for tour and the anxiety that comes with performing every night. despite how many rehearsals they do our shows they perform getting actually on stage is a big mental game for dew

and tonight he was too tired to keep playing

so naturally he treated himself to an unholy amount of mounts stash and crept in to spend the night cuddled up with his favourite water ghoul

rain doesn’t hear him enter, sitting on the edge of his bed, back facing the door and changing the strings on his bass. dews arms snake their way around his waist

“hello there” rain smiles down at the fire ghoul nuzzling his thigh. dew reeks of weed, making rain slightly annoyed he didn’t offer to share any

“let me finish up with this and we can cuddle okay?”

dew whines dramatically, throwing himself into the pile of plushies on rains bed

“you don’t love meeeee” he cries, throwing himself around like a kit throwing a tantrum

rain rolls his eyes, hiding his smile “i’ll only be a second, gotta have this ready for rehearsal tomorrow”

dew mumbles something rain doesn’t quite get, shoving his face into a dragon plushie. rain tries to go back to his instrument but is interrupted by dew poking him in the side with his toe

“could not go” he mumbles again, nuzzling into the plushie

rain turns to look at the fire ghoul, his face is obscured by the dragon but his shoulders are tense

“you know we can’t, dew.” rain sighs, rubbing dews calf softly “we leave in a week and phantom still needs help, we have to-“

“I KNOOOOWWW” dew whines again, throwing the dragon plushie at rain with very little force considering his hazey state. “…i’m sorry” dew says almost immediately after, voice soft again, “… can i- can.. you please uh give him back”

rain places his bass on the floor, he can finish it in the morning right now his ghoul needs him. he picks up the dragon and gives it back to dew before wrapping his lanky arms around him, trying his best to shield dew and his new friend from the world

they lay like that for a while, dew hugging the dragon close to him and rain holding him close to his chest. dew starts to purr softly

“so” rain starts, “do you wanna talk about it?”

dew rubs the soft dragon against his face again, “s nice”

“sorry?”

“dragon” dew states like its obvious “nice texture”

rain doesn’t end up getting his answer, but he knows dew well enough to figure it out in his own, even if dew is insistent on jumping around the topic of his stage anxiety

he wants to help, he hates seeing his ghoul hurt, but he’s truely at a loss. the next few days pass and dew only gets more stressed and more tense, the only time when rain gets a glimmer of his dew again is late at night when he stumbles into rains room stoned and picks up that same dragon plush

dew let’s put chirps and purrs as he runs his hands along the fluff of the toy. he sleeps with the dragon sandwiched between his face and rains chest. rain has no idea how he breathes at night like that, but if it makes dew happy he doesn’t think too strongly on it

their last night in the abbey comes around quicker than any of the ghouls wish. dew has been on edge all day, brows stuck in a furrow and lip trapped between his teeth. he doesn’t even smoke that night, he stands in rains doorway stone cold sober

dews eyes dart over the bed quickly, anxiously

“where is he?”

without context rain would have assumed dew was talking about an actual living, breathing kit

rain grins cheekily at dew. “i have a present for you”

“where is he?” dew asks completely ignoring rain

“you reminded me of something,” rain ignores him back, picking up the box hidden under his bed and handing it to dew. “it came with it when i first brought it, but i didn’t like the texture as much as you seem to”

dew looks between rain and the box, trying to figure out the catch. a cautious hand slowly removes the lid, he’s met with the dragon and a plush baby blanket, seemingly made of the same material

rain can’t read the emotion that flashes across dews face, he meets rains eye, the anxiety still sits there

dew takes a shakey breathe before speaking

“i don’t need-“

“do you want it?” rain stops him, “you can take them on tour if you want, they’ll fit in your backpack i already checked”

dews hands shake when he finally picks up his new gifts, he holds them to his face and takes a deep breath in

when he exhales he grins at rain, his adorable crooked fang grin. rain watches as the anxiety melts out of his ghoul finally

“they smell like you”

[inkdemon-whore]

[winding-gulch-blog]

Feisty Flower Bud (A Smile For Me Fanfic)

Putunia Mollar is the town’s greatest hero (self-proclaimed). She throws hands with big bad villains in the name of JUSTICE! But when the evil in her life is a bit too close to home, she finds sympathy at the side of a highly punchable, highly bonkers, and highly soft green menace.

(It happens once in a blue moon. A video game strikes just the right chord in me to write some fanfic. Smile For Me is one such blue moon creation. Take my bubbling found family angst and fluff before I explode beyond my ruptured appendix five years ago.) (Highly recommend you look at the wiki page for Putunia before reading. I’m expanding with my own headcanon into her family life for the purpose of this story.)

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“KA-POW!”

“KA-KICK!”

It wasn’t as exciting to fight a pillow back home. But with the Habitat closed down, Putunia had no other place to train for her inevitable upcoming battles with all the world’s superest of supervillains.

“KA-WHOOSH!”

“KA-PUNCH!”

“KA-BOOOOM!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” A female voice that rivaled hers in volume interrupted her. She sealed her lips immediately, going rigid. Luckily, there was no sound of footsteps on stairs. Spared an earful, or more.

“Ka-blaaam,” she whispered, knocking the pillow with her gloveless fist gently. She held it there, and ran her tongue across her teeth, feeling the space where a tooth once was.

She was lucky, in hindsight—it was a baby tooth, and she could feel the little spike of the permanent one already poking out. And she knew it wasn’t intentional. It was just late, and her mom was exhausted from another long day of work, and hadn’t expected to be playfully pounced by the eager child at the top of the stairwell. Still, the following shove and tumble down the stairs was painful. Even the way her mom picked her up, apologizing profusely in a rare hushed tone, felt as hollow as the space in her gums.  

This happened often. A thrown glass, or three. A brief yank of her hair. A raised hand. A small bruise or scrape she could claim as her battle scar from fighting baddies. A “CLEAN UP THE SODA CAN MESS YOU MADE DOWN HERE!” Or “KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS TO YOURSELF.”

Followed by:

“Hecks, I’m sorry, Putunia. Long day.”

Putunia didn’t mind noise anymore. In fact, she’d adopted the powerful ability to project her own vocals. But it wasn’t always nice to be spoken to like that from bigger people—especially those with a fiery, paper-thin temper like her mom. 

She didn’t ever expect things to change. She just missed going to the Habitat to have a break from the shouting and other things.

Which is why it was so unusual when she heard a knock on her door while her mom was working the weekend shift.

She pushed a chair up to the door, and climbed up to peak out. 

She recognized her comrade immediately.  

“HEY FLOWER POWER!” She opened up the door with a big smile. Flower Kid smiled back; their teeth were extraordinary white, almost to the point of looking fake or like they were replacing what was there before. But that didn’t make their smile any less warm and inviting as its always been when they come and visit her.

“WADDUP?” Putunia asked. She remembered they didn’t talk. “COME TO SEE ME?”

A nod.

“WANNA COME IN?”

A shake of the head.

“WANT ME TO GO WITH YA?”

A nod.

“KAY!” Putunia almost darted out before pausing. “WAIT. MY DUTY IS TO STAY HOME. I HAVE TO COOK FOR MOM TONIGHT.”

Flower Kid dropped the smile and shook their head.

“WHAT?”

Flower Kid just held out their hand. Putunia tentatively took it.

The rest of the day happened quickly. Something about an investigation, based on information her floral friend had gleaned from Putunia’s home life in their visits, and having to stay at Flower Kid’s family house for a while as she had no immediate relatives. Putunia didn’t mind, it was like having a sleepover every night with plenty of superhero movies to watch, but she was confused what was happening.

But she was even more confused the day she and her short-term guardian went to the town park, and began approaching a villain.

A big, verdant, smiley one.

“GREEN MENACE!” Putunia put up her fists in time with Flower Kid grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back. “SO WE MEET FOR OUR FATED BATTLE!”

Habit lost his smile for a moment. “No punching, plez.”

That was like telling a fish not to swim. But Flower Kid was persistent in holding Putunia still.

“DID YOU FIGHT HIM ALREADY?”

A nod.

“DID YOU BEAT HIM UP?”

No response before a shake of the head.

“SO I SHOULD BEAT HIM UP FOR YA!”

A shake of the head again and gentle but firm tug.

Putunia looked between them.

“WHY IS THE ENEMY HERE, FLOWER POWER?!”

“I’m here to halp out!” Habit explained brightly. “Flower Child has asked me to sit on you, because your a babey. I will watch u while they’re off being a busy-bee making everyone happy, happy!”

“I WILL NOT FORM AN ALLIANCE WITH A VILLAIN!”

But it was no use. Her loyal floral comrade gave her a light pat on the head before ushering her over and leaving her alone on the field of battle.

Habit smiled again at the tiny person, thinking of ways he might entertain her. He recalled Putunia being full of spunk during the time she spent at his Habitat. How she managed to figure out he was…somewhat unsavory at the time was a mystery. But he was better now. Flower Kid leaving this smaller kid with him proved that he had earned their trust. “Lots of time for fun-funsies together! We culd…go splishy splash in the lake, or go pet the horsies at the farm. Or make sock puppets!”

Putunia stood up on tiptoe and pouted, trying to look intimidating.

“YOUSE A BADDIE!” She declared after a moment of searching his face. “BIG GREEN BADDIE! I DON’T PLAY WITH BADDIES! I FIGHT BADDIES! WE’RE GONNA FIGHT IN A DESTINED BATTLE! BUT…NOT WITHOUT MY HERO GEAR!”

And Putunia was immediately bolting through the park.

“Oh dear. :-(” Habit helplessly watched her vanish into distant bushes. Being a babysitter sure was harder than it sounded, and it definitely didn’t involve sitting. Flower Kid would be very upset if he lost her. But he was unsure how to keep her still. It was much harder to make people do what he wanted out of his Habitat, in a much bigger world that wasn’t his own to rule. Even if Flower Kid had coached him on not always getting what he wanted, it didn’t make it any easier.

Luckily, Putunia hadn’t gone too far. He found her rummaging around in a pile of dead leaves.

And then, a great idea struck him, as they always did. Habit may have been ‘eccentric’ in his thought processes, but he was very clever.

He crouched next to her in the leaf pile.

“Lemme halp you,” he offered. “What r we looking for?”

Putunia leapt away a moment, narrowing her eyes at him warily. He smiled in what he hoped was an inviting, not creepy way. 

“…MASK,” she finally told him. “AND A CAPE. AND A PUNCHING GLOVE.”

“Punching iz mean. :-/”

“PUNCHING IS HOW YOU BEAT BADDIES!”

Habit entertained her by searching with her through the leaf pile. The search was fruitless after a few minutes, so she sprung up and headed off to another part of the park, Habit doing his best to keep up.

She didn’t seem to have much luck in finding her items, no matter how far and wide she searched. Another idea struck Habit. He was full of good ones today!

As she dug around in a sand pit, he carefully removed the cloth around his neck and placed it on her shoulders. “Is that cape-ish enuff?”

“HM…I ACCEPT IT!” Putunia concluded after a moment, doing a little twirl to test its movement in motion. “BUT I STILL NEED MY OTHER THINGS.”

The search took them past a park vending machine. Putunia insisted they stop and get sodas, even when Habit told her it was “bad for teef” and that he “didn’t like the bubbly tummy feeling”. But he gave in and got them; she was so eager, and he wanted her to smile.

They eventually found an old paper bag to work as a mask, smelling faintly of apples. Not perfect, but with eyeholes punched out, it was better than nothing.

“TA-DA!” Putunia stood up proudly on the park bench they were resting on. “I AM THE MASKED DRIVER JR! I AM AMAZING!”

“U are! :-)” Habit encouraged, giving a polite clap.

“THE BADDIES TREMBLE IN MY PRESENCE!” 

Habit tilted his head. “Putunia?”

“YES, MENACE?”

“Fiting the baddies makes you habby, right?”

“YES!” She plopped back down and slid off the bench to admire the park in her heroic glory.

“What makes a baddie a baddie?”

“OH! UH. WELL, A BADDIE IS SOMEONE WHO HURTS PEOPLE! AND SCARES PEOPLE!”

“I sea…” Habit looked down at his empty soda can a moment. Two things he had done before, even if he wanted to do it for the greater good in his mind.

Putunia went on in her tirade of justice.

“THEY LOOK SCARY! AND THEY TELL YOU TO GO TO BED ON TIME! AND THEY YELL AT YOU! AND BREAK GLASSES! AND PUSH YOU DOWN STAIRS! AND—“ Putunia stopped herself immediately.

No, that couldn’t be right.

Her mom was her family. Her only family. Family weren’t baddies. Family weren’t baddies, right? Family weren’t baddies…

She thought about everything that happened, and Flower Child taking her away, and her missing tooth, and felt sick to her stomach.

Habit noticed her distress (and rather troubling examples of what baddies do—he is sure he never did those things, because his office had an elevator, not stairs, and he gave the kid Habiticians plastic cutlery to prevent breakage) and frowned. “R u okay…?”

Putunia nodded in fierce denial. “Y-YEAH! I AM! BECAUSE…B-BECAUSE...” She pointed at him defiantly. “BECAUSE THE ONLY BADDIE HERE IS YOU! GREEN MENACE! YOU HURT FLOWER POWER. YOU MAKE PEOPLE SAD. YOU HAVE A BADDIE ACCENT AND YOU HAVE SCARY TEETH. I DON’T GOTTA FACE ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU! L-LET’S FIGHT…!!”

And so began their fated battle.

She went in bare-fisted (a true heroic feat) and launched an impressive flurry of tiny punches into the green menace’s…knees? Ankles? He was so tall it was hard to tell. 

Habit did nothing to stop her. He just carefully pulled the paper bag off her head so she could see better, and stared down at her.

Her efforts became slower as her frustration increased, and finally she dropped both of her fists, panting heavily. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“N-NO...” She managed a strangely loud whisper, voice hoarse, inhaling sharply to stop anything dribbly and gross from coming out of her nose. “I-I DON’T WANNA…”

Putunia was sad. Habit had another idea. It was something Flower Kid had taught him to do. A kinder method to scrub away frowning faces.

The green man got off the bench and crouched, and wrapped his arms around her. But it wasn’t a violent constriction or attempt to yank her away, like she was used to. Just a gentle hug, as if she was as delicate as a flower, while she sniffled into his coat.

Her voice got the quietest it’s ever been. 

“I don’t wanna hurt anymore.”

“I know. Me neether.”

Putunia sobbed for a while. Habit didn’t talk, just lightly touched her hair or rubbed her back or did whatever he could remember Flower Kid doing for him on bad days. 

As she calmed down, Habit took his coat sleeve and wiped away her tears.

“Kno wut Flower Child taught me?”

“W-WHAT…?”

“Sometimes frownies and tears are o-kay. They can just mean that u are asking for halp from people who love u.”

“I’M NOT CRYING,” Putunia said adamantly, wiping her eyes. “I AM TOUGH.”

“Your tough,” Habit agreed softly. “You are the toughest.”

Putunia stared at the ground. Did she win the fight? She wasn’t sure. 

Habit spoke up for her.

“Ur right. I’m…not that good. Flower Child, now they’re good. They’re sweet. I am not so sweet. I have bean so very sour. I have been a big baddie, a mena-ce. But, I’m trying to du better. I learned people aren’t meant to be cracked like eggs. The only cracking they should be doing is cracking smiles.”

He stood carefully, and lifted her up onto the bench with him. He let his speech flow a bit more like the others in town. It didn’t come naturally to him, and he still struggled with it, but he tried his best. “I never got to be happy when I grew up. I want you to grow and be happy and smile like I never could. If that means being a hero, u should be a hero. And if that means punching bad people, maybe u should. But you should sometimes give them something nice, too, if they seem rlly sad.”

Putunia looked up at him. “IS…IS MOM SAD? WOULD…WOULD MOM NOT BE MEAN IF I GAVE HER SOMETHING NICE?”

Habit thought about his parents. He held her a little tighter. “Sometimes…sometimes baddies are the ppl that are supposed to love you. And maybe they’re sad, but…little ones aren’t supposed to be hurt becuz of it.”

“WHAT SHOULD I DO…?”

“Let grown-ups handle it. You’ll be safe and snug and sound no matter what. And if your dream is to be a hero, you’ll be the greatest hero there ever wuz.” It was the best answer he had. He didn’t know what the future held for little Putunia. But if he had any say at all, he wouldn’t let history repeat itself and make a tiny, punchy, sad villain out of the kid in his lap. 

Putunia was unusually quiet for a few moments. And then:

“…GREEN MENACE?”

“Hm-hm?”

“MAYBE YOU’RE NOT A MENACE NO MORE.” She considered her words. “DO YOU WANNA BE CALLED SOMETHING ELSE?”

“Oh! Like…Dr. Habit?” Habit wasn’t a dentist anymore but didn’t really have any other names for himself, outside of his first name, which just made him think about mean people making fun of him anyways.

“NO. LIKE…GREEN HERO!” 

“Hero?! Wowzie…! Am I worthee?” Truthfully, he always wanted to be a hero. Everyone’s hero. But Flower Kid got that title. They sure made people happier than he did. He used to hate them for it, but nowadays, he understood. They were really great.

“YOU ARE TO ME!”

Her energy was vibrant and blue and sparkly. Habit smiled with all his teeth showing, from genuine joy. 

Putunia didn’t even notice. She just gave a little yawn. 

“Feeling woozish? Is it beddy-bye time for Putunia?”

“MMMMmmm…no…I aM aWAKE…” Putunia protested, although her desire to rest after feeling all those emotions was catching up fast. Habit retrieved the ‘cape’ from her shoulders to put back around his neck, and pulled his coat around her like a blanket.

“Have naps. Flower Child will be bac soonish.”

And they were. They never truly left, and kept an eye on everything from afar—to say they were proud of Habit was a vast understatement. The sight of the two on the bench made their heart feel very warm indeed.

“Look, Flower Child!” Habit said with much pride of his own as they approached. “I successfully sat on the babey!”

Flower Kid gave an encouraging nod, and held out their arms to take Putunia from him.

Habit looked down at the sleeping girl. She was a tiny, bright, eager flower, just like his lily. He wanted her to grow big and strong and happy. He smiled, kissed her forehead, and carefully handed her off to Flower Kid.

“Take gud care of her?”

Flower Kid nodded with a warm smile. 

Putunia shifted in her sleep and joined the two in smiles, prepared to bring her blazing spirit to wherever she ended up, and whomever she ended up with.

In the meantime, she was happy to be surrounded by her heroes.

END

[vantaestummy]

Maybe Taegi based on the new run episode? Like Yoongi gets bad motion sickness from the VR and Taehyung gets all protective and comforts him and lots of cuddles included, that'd be so cute!

A/N: YETH PLEZ! enjoy!!! and huge shoutout to my amazing friend who collaborated with me on this one @p3merge

TW/// Emeto

WORD COUNT: 3649

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To say that Yoongi was excited for this run episode was, well, not too far off from the truth.

The rapper wouldn’t admit it but, Yoongi has gamed a little every now and then. Jeongguk isn’t the only gamer of the group and neither is Taehyung, his overtly excited and yet dramatic boyfriend. (Whom Yoongi loves very much)

When Yoongi and Taehyung announced their relationship to the other boys, there was a variety of mixed reactions. Namjoon and Seokjin were happy for them but, nervous to say the least. The life of an idol was far from easy and not all fans were as understanding as they should be. They didn’t want the backlash of antis and critics to put a strain on their relationship, more specifically Taehyung who, was incredibly sensitive. Hoseok and Jimin were nearly shocked beyond belief at the revelation, but they couldnt help but to be overjoyed. They wanted nothing more than for their fellow band mates to be happy and to be loved.

Jeongguk was just confused as all hell but, happy nonetheless.

But overtime, the others got used to Yoongi and Taehyung’s more sensual banter, their lithe and feathery touches. Yoongi wasn’t one for PDA but Taehyung lives for it.

All this to say that Yoongi was really happy to just take a break and have fun, instead having to deal with the incessant dancing and practice time, even if it was to be filmed for the joy and entertainment of Armys.

Yoongi smiled as he faced the screen of the VCR. The game starts, the controllers on Yoongi’s hands causing the movement of the simulation, the POV adjusting and spinning with every turn of Yoongi’s head. Even though Yoongi’s platform wasn’t moving too crazy, he still felt every twist and turn of the skateboard. The onslaught of vibrant LED lights, as well as the vicious movement of the VR made Yoongi’s stomach tighten. First comes the dizziness at the excessive movement, then, the first wave of nausea washes over him. It seems like forever before finally, the game is finished and it’s the next person’s turn. Yoongi takes off the VR goggles.

“It makes you feel sick...” he mumbles as he steps down from the platform, joining the others on his team. Yoongi tries to shake off the queasiness that now boils his stomach contents to the brim.

Taehyung frowns at this, having been one of the only boys to have heard Yoongi. He approaches the rapper with a soft gaze, one that has the power to break an endless amount of hearts.

“Hey, what did you say?”

“It makes you feel sick.” He says just as  quietly, rubbing at his stomach gently. He glances at Taehyung before giving him a small smile. “I....I’m fine.” He lies with haste, watching as Seokjin boards the platform with wide eyes, his jaw already dropped as he is ready to scream.

Taehyung hesitates a bit before placing a hand on the small of his boyfriend’s back. “Are you sure? I know we’re filming but, we can step out for a minute. The camera crew won’t mind. It’s not our turn anymore anyway.” He whispers, the brush of his lips tickling the shell of Yoongi’s ears. He should feel warm at the kind and comforting gesture, however, that warmth in the pit of the rapper’s stomach, as well as acid coating his throat, has nothing to do his loving boyfriend.

Yoongi looks at the game on the screen, the sight of the unsteady camera view making his stomach swirl. He swallows thickly, thinking that it’s best to just give in and leave so that he doesn’t make a mess on the set of their show. He looks up at Taehyung with wide, glossy eyes. “Y...yeah...I need some air.” He says, taking a few deep breaths through his nose. “Tae.....I must be getting old if I can’t even play a video game with getting nauseous.” He gave his boyfriend a tiny smile.

Taehyung laughs at the slight chuckle in Yoongi’s voice, one that is clearly forced and tight with nausea. He leads Yoongi out, mouthing a “he’s okay” to one of the camera men and rubbing gentle circles in the small of the rapper’s back. “Take deep breaths love. We’re almost out.” He says as he makes to take Yoongi to a secluded area in the back of the arcade.

A hiccup jolts Yoongi’s body as he grips his boyfriend’s wrist. “Taehyung”

Yoongi moans behind his hand and looks to the exit. It seemed like it was the length of a football field but in reality it was only a foot away. He looks at his boyfriend for a second and closes his eyes, stifling a tiny belch into his hand. “Excuse me...” he mumbles, breathing deeply. “I need fresh air. It’s stuffy in here.”

Taehyung’s skin freezes over, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. “Hyung what’s wrong? Are you gonna be sick baby?” Yoongi’s eyes shut tight, his lids crinkled as he struggles to keep his stomach where it belongs. “Just breathe, okay love? No one is out here.” Taehyung murmurs, the muggy air not doing much to ease the stickiness of Yoongi’s skin as well as the cramping of his stomach. “Just take a few deep breaths. We can go back in when you feel better. You know how these things go. They can cut and copy all the shots to make it look like we never left.” Taehyung chuckles lightly, despite the severity of the situation.

Yoongi nods as a small breeze ruffles both of their hair. He grunts as a particularly bad cramp clenches his tummy. “Tae....baby...” Yoongi suddenly pitches forward with a strong gag. He grabs the wall and turns away from Taehyung the best he can, not wanting his boyfriend to see him like this. His shoulder rolls with another unproductive gag. Taehyung stays by his side the entire time.

Yoongi wraps both arms around his aching middle with a hiccup. “Taehyung....it hurts...” his breath hitches before he produces another torrent of sick. Yoongi blindly reaches for Taehyung as an anchor to hold onto.

“Shhh. I know it hurts baby. You will feel better when you’re finished.” Taehyung says as his own eyes begin to burn. He hated seeing anybody in his band ill, but nothing hurts more than seeing his boyfriend in so much pain.

Taehyung takes a hold of Yoongi’s hand with a gentle squeeze.

Yoongi begins to cough, the hoarse sound still interrupted by gag after gag, however, nothing more comes up than a bit of spittle. Once the vomiting has tapered off completely, and Yoongi is left panting heavily towards the concrete, Taehyung makes to hold him upward, the rapper now trembling like a leaf in his grasp. Taehyung’s chest hurts at the very sight.

“You done my love?”

Yoongi seems to blink a few times, struggling to register all that’s happened even though his sour stomach is a painful reminder. He nods jerkily, a hand over his stomach and the other on Taehyung’s arm. “My stomach...” He mumbles, his face wet from the tears that have forced their way out. Taehyung sighs before pulling Yoongi into his chest.

“You’re okay baby. I’m right here.”

Yoongi sniffles with a shrill exhale of breath. He presses his cheek against his boyfriend’s chest, still a little nauseated but, not having much more to throw up. Taehyung pulls back to look down at Yoongi, softly grazing the apples of his heated cheeks so that he can wipe away the tears there.

“Oh hyung...” Taehyung can’t help but to be upset with all that’s happened. He wishes that Yoongi would have spoken up for things got this bad. He knows his limits, and if Yoongi wasn’t so strong headed than he wouldn’t have gotten sick.

“Hyung you have got to start being more honest. If you knew the game wasn’t going to make you feel well then you should have said something so you can sit out.”

Yoongi pouts, avoiding Taehyung’s firm gaze. “I didn’t want to ruin the show Tae.”

Taehyung sighs as he rubs a hand up and down Yoongi’s back. The rapper coils into him, still feeling a bit unwell as well as dizzy.

As Yoongi presses himself against Taehyung chest a intense wave of nausea hits him. “Shit.” he exclaims with a gag. He only manages to bring up a mouthful of bile.

“Taehyung....” Yoongi groans, leaning against his boyfriend. The beating of Taehyung’s heart helps calm him down somewhat. Taehyung’s heart breaks as he gently runs his fingers through Yoongi’s hair. “Honey, I’m so sorry that you feel terrible.” He kisses Yoongi’s forehead.

Yoongi moans, wincing at the foul taste in his mouth but, his cheeks sprout a pretty pink at the sensation of such a sweet and heartfelt kiss.. “I think... I think I’m done...” He mumbles, his lips pouted and wet. “But... But I don’t wanna go back inside...” Yoongi buries his face into Taehyung’s chest. The singer giggles as he peppers kisses into Yoongi’s hair.

“They’ll be wondering where we are love. You sure you don’t want to go back in? You won’t have to play the game anymore.”

Yoongi sighs before looking up at Taehyung with wide eyes. He looks worried, scared even. The look makes Taehyung’s heart wrench.

“Can you uhm... nevermind.” Taehyung snorts.

“You want me to stay with you?”

Yoongi looks to the ground sheepishly before nodding. Taehyung laughs, kissing Yoongi’s nose and making the rapper smile. He’s really missed that smile.

“No more VCR, how about that?”

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A/N: @p3merge is the best! thank you guys for reading!

[groundzerobakugo]

Can I plez do bakugo and kaminari (seperate) with a snarky s/o. Basically like teasing him all the time. And also she is vioent... more violent then bakugo.

i’m not sure if i can write a violent reader, i don’t really wanna border on abuse.  for kaminari, i feel like what i have planned works better if he’s just suffering from a crush and pining over the reader.

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bakugou katsuki

  the dynamic between you and bakugou was one that baffled every single other person in your class. the two of you seemed to hate each other at the beginning of the year, always getting in petty fights--

  “get your damn feet off the desk, dipshit.”

  “and what are you gonna fucking do about pipsqueak?”

  “that’s it, we’re taking this shit outside.”

  --and getting on each other’s last nerves. it was safe to say the entire class had whiplash from your fighting, especially since one day you two had come in hand in hand. and yet threatening the other with decking their lights out. you still bickered, much to the class’s dismay. with his obnoxious energy and your sharp tongue, it was a wonder you two could even tolerate each other.

  “i’m gonna fucking murder you.”

  “i’d like to see you fucking try, mr. lord explosion murder,” you stuck your tongue out. “besides, you can’t do shit against me, can you? you gonna kill your damn girlfriend over some damn video game?”

  he gritted his teeth. “damn fucking right i would.”

  you smirked before launching yourself at him, successfully surprising him and pinning him to the bed in his dorm room. “i don’t think so. you’re too pussy shit anyway. you didn’t even wanna hold hands the first fucking week we dated because you were scared you were gonna blow my hands off, ‘member?”

  bakugou scowled at you, and in a quick spin, you were pinned to the bed in his place, him taking yours. “and i still fucking could.”

  but your previous smirk didn’t falter, if anything it grew. “you saying you don’t have enough handle on your quirk, kacchan? that’s funny--”

  they were slight tickles against your wrist, but you could feel the small explosions that bakugou let off with a shit-eating smirk and your eyes widened. “oh, i have plenty of control, shitty girl.”

  you gulped, trying to keep up your cocky facade. “r-really? i, uh....”

  “suddenly can’t speak anymore? cat got your tongue?”

  “not really a cat, but a kat-suki did.”

kaminari denki

  “oh shit, (name)’s coming,” kaminari hissed under his breath. “how does my hair look? my tie’s okay, right?”

  kirishima laughed, “your hair and tie are fine, buddy. i’m sure--oh hey (name)!”

  "hey, kiri-kun, kaminari-san,” you replied. “so, how’s the dumb-and-dumber duo doing?”

  “you’re so mean,” kirishima pouted, but the smile still played on his face. “but i’m doing alright.”

  you turned to kaminari, but the boy only seemed to stare at you with wide eyes. “kaminari-san?”

  he jumped at that, spewing out something that you couldn’t understand with his jumbled mess of words. it didn’t even sound like a real language.

  “right... i could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a more understandable reply,” you said. “was it anything worth repeating?”

  the boy sighed, “not really. sorry.”

  “well, bakugou wanted to tutor me for a little bit, i’ll just leave you two to it!” the redhead grinned, giving a subtle thumbs-up to kaminari as the boy freaked out internally.

  you smiled and waved at kirishima, “have fun with that. i’m no proctologist, but i know an asshole when i see one.”

  both boys erupted into a fit of laughter, “just don’t like bakugou hear you say that. i’ll catch you guys later, have fun! be safe, use protection!”

  kaminari turned a shade of red, “just get the hell out of here!”

  you watched the redhead head down the hall, and then turned to kaminari, “so, what did he mean by use protection?”

  the boy short-circuited.

...

i’m sorry if this isn’t what you were hoping for, my writing has just been getting worse and worse it seems. i’m really struggling

[x-de-con-struct-ed-x--arch]

I want to know all the alone at home headcanons plez...

€ - junk food cravings

Honestly none. If no one else was there to keep an eye on him he’d completely forget to eat and/or refuel.

£ - friday-night-in activities

Reading, probably. Reading or drawing out specs for a new project.

Ұ - songs sung in the shower

Anything by Abba is fair game, as are most Journey songs.

₴ - ways to half-ass chores

don’t make a mess in the first place

He doesn’t have a lot, chore-wise - feed, water, and clean up after the cats which ya just don’t half-ass; he barely uses his rooms enough to warrant tidying them up. Doesn’t make his berth because he’s just going to sleep in it again? Eventually, anyway. Chores in the workshop vary, depending on his projects, and those you really shouldn’t half-ass either. That’s how accidents happen.

$ - tv shows they binge watch

Whatever’s trending on Netflix, probably more for background noise than for real entertainment.

₰ - websites they spend hours on

I don’t see him as being much of an internet surfer.

¢ - stay-at-home clothing choices

Kinda not applicable, unless you’re talking holoform. Then probably jeans and a sweater. He gets cold easily.

₤ - ways they avoid leaving home

He’ll say he has a time-sensitive project. Something that needs constant surveillance. 75% of the time it’s probably bullshit, but that other 25%…

¥ - naughty/nsfw solo tendencies

If he has a partner and he’s home alone he might just… make a video for them. Nothing major, just ‘oh wanna see what I did when you were gone?” Just to mess with them.

In short: Ironhide is really boring and shouldn’t be left alone because of it.

[just-a-creep-babe]

Matchup!

Commissioned by the lovely @folliaght, thank you!

~Requests are closed~ 

Masterlist: x 

I match you with: Masky & Jane the Killer

Alrighty SO

Because of her beef with Jeff, Jane doesn’t live in the mansion

But Masky does

So being in a relationship with the two of them can prove a bit… difficult

Most of the time, they usually just end up coming over to your place 

And they’ve got a nasty habit of dropping by uninvited whoops

Jane’s into a lot of the same things you are, so she likes taking you out to cool places on dates & trying new things with you

She lives to spoil you

Which means anytime you go out, whether it be to a museum, theater, fashion show or just a general shopping spree, not only will she pay for everything, but she’ll also buy you so. Much. Shit.

It can get a lil embarrassing tbh, but it’s part of how she shows affection

Dates with Masky tend to be more relaxed

He’d rather spend the night in, playing video games or binge watching some show/movie with lotsa cuddles uwu

Though sometimes, when you’ve spent the day out with Jane, he’ll put in extra time & effort to prepare a romantic one-on-one evening when ya get back

He knows his way pretty well around a kitchen, and after the meal, he might try to recite some cheesy poems because he knows you like them

Please don’t laugh at him, he’s trying his best

He’ll bring you out to a movie every now and then too, but museums & plays aren’t exactly his strong suit

Although he does have an interest in WWII, so he doesn’t mind going to history/war museums every now and then too

The movies you watch with him tend to be the slasher/horror genre, while you’re more likely to watch some cute animation films with Jane

But one time you made Masky watch a Ghibli film and he totally cried

They’re also both down to watch anime

Jane’s a bit of a closeted weeb

Homegirl’s also into vines & tiktok

She’ll search far and wide to reference one you haven’t seen yet

But you always know so much more than she expects lmao

Honestly, Masky didn’t even know what vines were before meeting you, and he’s thoroughly impressed at how you can recall them so easily

Also a lil terrified

Despite that, however, your sense of humour is pretty similar to his

So the two of you share a lot of ridiculous inside jokes

Especially when you’re either drunk or high

Both adore listening to you sing so. Much!

You've got such a pretty voice, they could listen to you all day~

On rainy evenings, there’s nothing Jane likes more than listening to you hum to yourself while maybe sketching or bullet journaling by your side

You’ve made some really cool looking collabs with her too!

And although Masky’s not really artistic, he’ll gladly hang out with you, vibing & watching you sketch with some vintage music on in the background 👌👌

They’ll try to help you out with your stage anxiety any way they can, giving you plenty of support & reassurance & lots of luvin’ so you at least get comfortable in front of them first

They’re super proud of the progress you make, and they’re always encouraging you to keep going

Overall, you make for a really good couple (triple??)

They’re always down to try new shit with you, then coming home and having a quiet night in, just hanging out, enjoying your presence & cuddling

NSFW

Girl

Your skirts

You know they’re gonna be all over that, especially with how handsy they like to get ;)

Masky tends to be a bit more sly when his hands wander

He’ll make sure no one else can see & then chuckle to himself when other people ask why you’re getting so flustered

Jane, on the other hand, is much more shameless, and won’t care where the two of you are as she reaches over and grabs a handful of your thighs

They’re both major teases about it, but of course, anytime you tell them to stop, they will without question

They don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, they’re just a buncha flirts around you~

Honestly, they buy you any clothes you want, but that’s partly because they owe it to you after always tearing what you already own

When Masky does it, it’s usually cause he can’t help himself

You just look so cute and flustered beneath him, he can’t help but wanna touch more and more of you, his large wandering and savoring your skin before oops your shirt’s got a huge gash in it now

Jane ruins your clothes just coz she can & likes to ngl

She loves little gasps you make when the material breaks apart around you

And she loves dragging her knife up and down your delicate skin, so one way or another, those cute outfits aren’t gonna last very long

They’re both dominant and possessive af in the bedroom

So you always end up wildly overstimulated during & after threesomes, since they’re always competing to see who can make you orgasm the most

Drunk & high sex btw? All the time

Jane gets crazy horny when she’s high

And the way you become so flirty and confident is such a huge turn on for Masky

He ends up pouncing on you without even meaning to in the first place

And he’s so much more dominant under the influence, especially if you get a lil bratty

The’re both huge fans of lace & lingerie

They’ll lose if if they wake up to you cooking breakfast in nothing but your underwear & one of their shirts

Just be sure you don’t wear one of their shirts around the other, because they’ll immediately get crazy jealous

But, ya know, that’s a great way to get their attention one way or another ;)

When it’s one-on-one sex with Masky, he isn’t sensual very often

He’d rather fuck out his emotions, so he’s pretty rough with a brutal pace that hits hard & deep and leaves you sore for days

Jane’s a bit more open to love-making

But she’s pretty attached to her knife, so she might drag it up & down your body even when she’s being romantic

Cuddles after sex aren’t even a question

They wanna make sure they respected your boundaries and you feel safe & comfortable before, during & after

They care a lot about you tbh, which isn’t something they’re used to

So plez be patient with them because they don’t always know what they’re doing when it comes to romance lmao