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#it's okay if you have a hard time with the reality that your features are neutral at WORST. it's hard to swallow that pill sometimes

reverie-starlight · 2 months

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{beautiful liar- m. atsumu}

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. highly suggestive at the end <3

it’s my birthday month, would you expect anyone other than atsumu to be the main focus?

atsumu thinks you’re beautiful when you lie to him.

the subtle strain of your facial features as you try to keep your expression neutral makes his heart beat faster in his chest.

he can’t help but feel fondness for you, even as you stand before him with the blood still on your hands. even after you’ve hurt him beyond repair, he can’t help but admire your quirks and tells and how hard you fight to keep his trust.

he places his hands on the countertop and lets the coolness of the marble bring him back to reality.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” he tries again, silently pleading with you to have mercy on him and finally cut him down from your web of lies.

“baby, do you know where my gym bag is or not?”

he watches as your expression cracks just a bit. you’re trying so hard not to break as you shake your head.

he thinks you’re absolutely stunning when you tilt your head down to hide the smile that finally cuts through.

“angel…” he warns, like he’s trying to keep a child from doing something they shouldn’t be. “look at me, please.”

he can’t help but laugh a little when your eyes meet his again and he sees that you’re tearing up from the effort.

it’s a known fact that you’re not a good liar unless the situation is… dire. you wear your heart on your sleeve, and that’s an admirable quality. atsumu has the same one, and he’s learned to like it on himself a bit more since loving it on you.

but he still grew up a twin, and even if he can’t hide his stronger emotions, he is most definitely a better liar than you.

(something he never lets you forget when he exploits your horrible poker face. like right now.)

“yes, ‘tsum?”

he shakes his head and smiles. “don’t ‘‘tsum’ me. I know ya hid my bag. don’t even try to lie to me, ya literally can’t.”

you finally let out a laugh of your own and he wonders if there are stars in his eyes making you shine this way, or if you’re just like that.

the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering again when you get up from the bar stool and walk to his side of the kitchen island.

you wrap your arms around his neck and he doesn’t think twice before letting his hands settle on your hips.

“I guess I can tell you where your bag is for a small fee.”

he raises an eyebrow. “oh can ya? how generous.”

you blow some air in his eye at his remark. “the fee is a kiss.”

“hmm, I don’t know if you deserve one after lying to me for a full ten minutes. well-“ he stops to correct himself. “attempting to lie to me.”

you gasp, but he knows you’re still being playful. “excuse me? never mind, I take it back, you’re not getting that bag today.”

“sweetheart~” he holds you tighter against him when you start to pull away and starts peppering kisses against your cheek.

“don’t you start sweet talking me, miya. it won’t work.”

he sighs and throws his head back. he’s not truly annoyed- he makes that clear with the easy, lovesick expression on his face- but he at least wants to know why you’re trying so hard to keep him home.

“baby. what’s going on with ya? is everything okay?”

you nod a little and he hates that his words cause you to frown. if his hands weren’t so comfortable on your hips, he’d bring one up to smooth out your forehead. “yeah… I’m sorry I’m making you late, I just miss you.”

his eyes widen. the new season has just started, so he’s been trying to get back into the swing of things. he loves going to practice, and he loves the new beginnings every start of the season brings, really he does.

but he hates the transition period between spending most of his time with you to having to find a healthy balance again.

of course you always reassure him that you understand it takes a minute to adjust, but that doesn’t mean he feels good about the unintentional neglect that can come from it.

he rubs his nose against your cheek. “baby, I’m sorry,” he starts. “ya know I don’t like being away for too long.”

your bottom lip juts out the tiniest bit and he leans in to kiss it. “I know… and I also know it’s selfish to keep you here because I’m feeling lonely… guess I’ve just been a little needier than usual lately.”

he thinks back to how you’ve practically been hanging off of him this whole week. he was a little confused by it, sure, but more so he’s been eating up all the attention and indulging you as much as possible.

taking in a deep breath, he makes a split second decision that will definitely have consequences later- good or bad, he won’t know until they come to pass.

but he knows whatever the outcome, it’ll be more than worth it just because he gets to see you smile now while carrying you to the sofa.

“atsumu! what are you doing?!“

“screw the gym bag, I’m staying here with you today.”

you gasp at his words and a panicked look washes over your face. “wait, no, that’s not what I was getting at-“

he shushes you. “no no, listen. it’s early in the season. we don’t have any games scheduled for a long while, yet and I stayed late last night. one day off won’t hurt, I’ll just go in earlier tomorrow.”

if his younger self could hear him now, he’d probably throw a fit, but he’s older and wiser and his angel needs him, so this is obviously the only logical solution.

your eyes gloss over with adoration, and there’s no room left inside of him for the guilt from skipping a day that he’s been building up for years.

he feels good about his decision to make you a priority. he felt good about it years ago when he asked you out and he gets the feeling he’ll feel good about it twenty years from now, wherever the both of you are by that point.

nothing could ever make him regret making you his top priority. you’ve given him so much, it’s only right that he does the same for you.

“thank you, ‘tsum,” you say after a while of just existing together on the couch.

he nuzzles into your neck and lets the warmth spread through his body at the feel of your torso against his. “‘course, sweetheart. but I’m still curious-“

he lifts himself up just enough that his face is hovering over yours. “where did you hide my gym bag?”

your peaceful expression twists into a smirk. “still not telling~” you sing.

he snorts. “alright, keep your secrets. we both know I have other methods of getting it out of ya. we’ve done this dance too many times, baby.”

you giggle and shake your head fondly. “oh ‘tsum, you couldn’t torture this information out of me. it’s too much fun for me to have something over you.”

his grin is wolfish as he takes in your words. “alright, sure, keep digging yourself into a deeper hole and see how fun it’ll be for ya later.”

“aww, you’re all bark no bi- hey!” you shriek as he playfully bites your nose.

“yeah, yeah, we’ll see if ya still think that when I’m done with ya.”

you don’t put up a fight when he slings you over his shoulder and carries you back to your bedroom.

BONUS:

you take the water bottle he offers you and gulp down half of it in one go.

he takes it from you and sets it off to the side before laying down beside you, equally spent. he feels you looking at him, so he raises an eyebrow at you questioningly.

he knows that look- you’re not completely ready to back down yet. just like when you lie, he thinks you look stunning when you refuse to give in.

“I hid it in the laundry room.”

he sits up a bit and looks down at you with narrowed eyes. “oh really?”

“uh huh.”

“and why’s that?”

the look on your face is lit up with sinister mischief, like you know your words will strike a chord inside of him. “needed to make sure it was in a place you don’t go very often.”

it’s obviously a jab with no real malicious intent (he’s very good about doing his laundry), but it has him playfully growling and pinning you beneath him once more.

“so that’s how it’s gonna be today, hm?”

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ahem. anyway. he is my everything and I would absolutely hide his things to keep him with me longer. inspired by me bc I have a horrible poker face. cannot lie without laughing to save my life.

@rrairey since this is the fic that one WIP came from I thought I’d tag you, hope that’s okay :3

@emmyrosee 🫶🏻🫶🏻

hope you enjoyed!

#atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader fluff #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader

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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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Warnings: Nothing but sin, baby. And… You know, filthy smutty smut.

Eddie taking you from behind for the first time.

He’s never been in this position before. He nearly blows his load on the spot. Your skin is a vast expanse of canvas, and my fuck he wants to paint every inch. You’re marveling, coasting high on his overly enthusiastic intrigue that’s wrapped in worship. He is marveling, fingertips stroking as if they’re a brush, rings clinking together.

His cock is so hard that he can barely breathe, his knees like jello as they’re pressed into the mattress. Your breathing is heavy, body coated in perspiration. You’re sure that you are dripping onto Eddie’s already stained sheets below, and this man hasn’t even touched you yet. He’s mumbling several praises, causing goosebumps to erupt along your flesh with every graze his touch gives. On nights when he had the trailer alone and pulled the TV into his room, he could simply make out through colorful porn and cheap moans — what it might look like to see a woman in this position.

But that’s all acting. And the girl wasn’t you. Seeing your body in such a vulnerable, wide open position — Eddie is but a mere goner. Now he could fist his cock, using your slick instead of lotion or his own saliva, he could feel his knuckles brush your plush cheeks on every twist his fist makes, hear your cunt separate with a loud squelch when you arched in front of him, offering yourself. At first, Eddie wasn’t sure where to look, too many viable options to feast his glazed over eyes upon.

Should he go for the instinctual urge to plant his irises on the thick globes that he grabs at every chance, that even magazines featuring America’s hottest sweetheart can’t capture, especially if you’re wearing those tight jeans. Or indulge in what his other head is thinking, finding your soaked cunt — ready and waiting for only him. Fuck, your tits… He had been so caught up in what reality brought, that wasn’t even prepared to see your naked breasts dangling in his eye-line, nipples hard. With a massively priceless view, Eddie couldn’t decide.

Visions danced around and around his wired brain, one that would surely cause him to live up to his reputation.

Finally, encouraging him to grip a hold of your cellulite dented cheeks and open you up, get a good look — the choice was made for him. His mouth had gone bone dry at the webbed shine drizzling off your swollen folds, some caught in the patch of curls you’d let grow out. You let him have his collective moments before speaking.

“Eds? You okay, baby?” His trim hips catch you off guard, caging you in, hands replacing yours on the fat of your ass, one slipping to grip his cock and slide the aching head along your pussy, both of you moaning in unison.

You can feel the coldness of his pick chain tickling your back, smell his Old Spice, his Camel cigarettes, and the joint he’d previously rolled. His breath is warm by your ear when he says, “Think we’re gonna need to move a mirror over here before we start, sweetheart.”

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minarisplaything · 9 months

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Blackpink In Your Area (Part Two)

pairing: jisoo x male reader (featuring an instigating jennie) word count: 1.6k rating: Explicit Summary: picks up where part one left off which you can find here. , part three is here

It was as if time itself had been frozen.

Jennie stood there, one hand still pressed against the wall while another now covered her mouth in shock. Jisoo was motionless, cum coating her hair and face and looking like she was torn between disgust and wanting to cry. And then there was you, standing there like an idiot with your mouth hanging open and your cock hanging out.

"Oh my god."

Jennie was the first to react and the first to move. "Jisoo, baby, are you okay?" she moved from her position, acted as though she had not just been getting her brains fucked out backstage. It left you bewildered but in reality was Jennie was doing the smart play. If Jisoo ran off they your little escapade would be discovered and likely worse things to come.

Your girlfriend handled her with care, gently brushing your cum from her strands of her. In response Jisoo nodded, finally seeming to gain her senses. "I-I didn't know you were..." she trailed off and you caught her gaze briefly shoot to your hanging cock. The silence was momentary but you couldn't help but wonder if Jennie had noticed it as well. "If I had known I wouldn't have come by I swear. I just didn't know where you were and — "

"Ssh, it's okay. Don't worry about it" Jennie reassured her.

If you had to label the dynamic between the two, Jennie was certainly the more dominate one while Jisoo seemed more meager and pure. A thought that had your cock twitching back to life.

Jennie continued to talk to Jisoo, her voice lowering to the point that you weren't able to hear what she was saying; all you could do was see Jisoo's small nods as she looked at Jennie with doe-eyes. What happened next nearly had you double over in shock and definitely had you hard again.

Jennie wiped some of the cum that had landed on Jisoo's cheek, however rather than flick or wipe it aside she slid her finger into her mouth, sucking it clean of the fluid. What are you doing?! my inner voice screamed. She had just been calming Jisoo down, maybe even making her forget all that had happened and now she had very bluntly and boldly reminded her! And yet it didn't stop there. Next, Jennie wiped off another glob of cum and wiped it on her tongue however she didn't swallow it, instead leaving her mouth open and tongue out expectantly. Jisoo, no longer the stunned deer in headlights, seemed to know exactly what was expected of her as she leaned forward to kiss her band mate.

It was a display you had never expected, yet judging by the way your cock was quickly hardening again one you were thoroughly enjoying. Your girlfriend's hand settled on Jisoo's neck, deepening the kiss effortlessly. It made you wonder if they had experience with this kind of exchange.

When the finally parted you were more turned on than before and equally as confused. "Um, Jennie? Do you want to fill me in on what's going on?" After all you were still standing there with your cock out feeling rather...exposed.

Jennie looked at Jisoo and then back to you. "Well..." she started, stepping forward, her hand curled around her friend's as they came towards you. "I think Jisoo wants to do something for you. If you don't mind that is."

Her words caused my mind to go blank trying to process what she was offering. You looked to Jisoo but rather than meet your gaze her eyes were transfixed on your exposed cock. Fuck was this really about to happen? You looked back to Jennie who now wore a cheshire grin. Clearly she was on board with this and you wondered if this didn't have to do with what she had whispered to her.

"She feels really bad about walking in on us like she did" Jennie's free hand moved up, stroking aside stray strands of Jisoo's hair.

Hell if anyone should feel bad it was you, you shot your cum on her after all. Now you couldn't help but think about doing so in a different manner. You looked back to Jisoo for confirmation but she was still transfixed.

"Is this true, Jisoo?"

"I..." she paused, swallowing thickly, "Yes...I want to do something for you." She finally looked up to meet your gaze, a certainty in her eyes that hadn't been there before.

The whole situation was rather sudden but it had made you extremely hard. Besides who were you to turn down a proposition from another member of Blackpink when you had your girlfriend's approval? Having made up your mind you gave a nod and Jennie looked practically gleeful. She leaned over, whispering some more things to Jisoo — whether it was instructions or encouragement only they knew.

You stood in anticipation, cock twitching when you saw Jisoo descend to her knees. Jennie who had been standing next to her moved to you, her hand on your shoulder. You would have asked her something but your mouth turned to cotton when you felt Jisoo's hand wrapping around your cock quickly followed by the warmth of her mouth.

Forgetting where you were for a moment you let out a moan. The visual of Blackpink must have taken that as a sign to continue as she wasted no time in taking your length fully, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm already.

"Look at her" Jennie cooed in your ear, her breath hot against it, "She's such a good girl isn't she?"

Where you had previously been focused on the the feeling and pleasure you looked down to lay your eyes on the sight. And what a sight it was. Kim Jisoo eagerly blowing you, her tongue swirling around your cock, her eyes occasionally glancing up to look at you. All you could do in response to her question was nod. A giggle left Jennie and she followed it up by placing a kiss against your neck.

"You know..." she started, speaking between each kiss, "You don't have to be so gentle with her." Jennie nibbled on your earlobe, her hand finding one of yours and guiding it to rest on the back of Jisoo's head. "She likes it rough."

Normally you might have hesitated, maybe asked first, but you were completely lost in the moment. Truth be told you were under Jisoo's spell as much as you were under Jennie's. As such it took less than a minute for you to act on your girlfriend's words, pushing down on Jisoo's head and forcing her to take your full length. She was surprised and caught off guard, gagging on your cock. You wondered if you had acted to hastily yet you could practically hear Jennie grinning from ear to ear. Had this been a part of her plan too?

Unwilling to change course, you pulled Jisoo's head off of your cock giving her a moment to catch her breath before pushing her back down. This time she was prepared, her throat relaxing as she took you fully. And god did it feel amazing. So good that you did it again. And again. And Again. Until it reached the point you were face-fucking a national beauty. In the backstage of her own concert no less!

When you finally pulled her off the innocent and pure face of Kim Jisoo was now a lewd display.

Her eyes were glazed over, tongue extended as a mixture of pre-cum and saliva trailed from her mouth.

"Isn't she beautiful" Jennie chimed in, a delicate hand reaching around you to cup Jisoo's chin. You could only nod wordlessly, enraptured by the sight.

You felt Jennie's presence shift from next to you and soon she was leaning down, turning her bandmate's head to hers and closing the distance between their lips. If you thought their kiss earlier had been marvelous, this was spectacular. Your cock twitched in appreciation, drinking in every moment of the sight.

When Jennie finally pulled away her thumb wiped at her bottom lip, a smug look on her features. She gave you one look and instantly you knew your girlfriend had another devious idea.

"You know" she started, her fingers wrapping around your cock and stroking you slowly, "I think there's an even better gift she can give you."

This comment seemed to bring Jisoo out of her lewd haze, her eyes darting over to Jennie as she bit her bottom lip. You hesitated for a moment, glancing between the two girls. The thought alone had your cock primed to act but this was one thing you couldn't just take Jennie's word on.

"Babe, I don't know that seems risky..."

You and her had just got caught doing exactly what Jennie was suggesting so it wasn't as if you were lying. You couldn't begin to imagine the trouble if someone else found the three of together.

"Please."

The response didn't come from Jennie but instead Jisoo. You looked over at the vocalist to find her wanton gaze looking back at you. "I want it...Here. Just like you were earlier."

You could see Jennie grinning out of the corner of your eye. Was this all just another part of her plan? "You heard her baby, you should get to work quick" Jennie winked and gave your cock a squeeze.

You could only watch in admiration as Jisoo stood, shyly pulling off her training shorts from beneath her outfit.

"God, look how wet she is just from sucking you off" your girlfriend observed, "You really enjoyed that didn't you?"

You didn't need to hear Jennie's confirmation, you could see it for yourself and the sight only drove your lust to new heights. Wordlessly you stepped towards Jisoo, the timidness you had felt earlier rapidly giving way to lust. You wanted to be inside her, needed to be. Given the treatment you had received earlier, you weren't sure how long you could last but you were ready to make the most of it.

Jisoo turned, one hand reaching out to grab the nearest surface. You had almost forgotten the fact that you were backstage, but the benefit was there were plenty of places for her to grab hold of. Hiking up her skirt, you half expected Jennie's hand to guide your cock to its new hole, but when she didn't intervene, you were more than happy to take the initiative. Leaning forward, your engorged head pressed against her slit, sliding in with some resistance.

With Jennie, you had worked each other up and teased beforehand, but this time there was no such thing. You're not sure either of you would have been able to handle it.

A small yelp left Jisoo as you sheathed yourself deeper into her, reveling in the sensation. It had been ages since you'd been inside any pussy that wasn't Jennie's, and you felt a bit guilty admitting to how good it felt. Her walls clenched around you, welcoming your invasion as one of your hands gripped her lithe waist. Despite wanting to bask in the sensation, you had enough presence of mind to remember time was of the essence. That and your cock was begging for more than just staying still.

You recalled Jennie's earlier words. That despite Jisoo's meager demeanor, she liked things rough. Did that extend to this as well? There was only one way to find out. You pulled your cock out before slamming it back into Jisoo, shaking her petite frame. A moan was cut off as she clamped a hand around her mouth.

Well, that was a good sign.

Her moans were all it took for the switch in your head to go off. Jennie's interruption earlier had left your cock eager for release, and you would be damned if you didn't get it now. You started to pound into the Blackpink vocalist with reckless abandon. Each stroke stretched her tightness more and more. If you were caught right then and there, you don't think you could've brought yourself to stop. You had finally reached heaven, and there was no going back now.

"Oh fuck."

The accented words sounded all too familiar, and you glanced over to see that this time around Jennie wasn't content simply playing a spectator. Her fingers were dipped between her thighs, wrist moving frantically as she got herself off at the sight of her boyfriend fucking her best friend. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths; the visage alone was enough to have your cock swelling inside Jisoo. If you were going to get off, then it was only right that she did as well.

You may not have had Jennie in your ear coaching you this time, but you had an inkling of exactly what was needed. You leaned over Jisoo, her back arched against you, "Jennie's watching right now. You should put on a show for her, don't you think?"

As expected, before she could even muster a verbal response, her pussy tightened around your dick at the mere mention of Jennie watching.

"Well, what do you think?" You questioned, purposefully slowing your thrust to get an answer out of her. You'd like to think if Jennie could speak right now, she'd be proud.

"Y-Yes…"

"Yes what, Jisoo."

"Yes, we should put on a show."

Satisfied with her answer, you picked up your pace again, thrusting forcefully inside her, earning an unmuffled moan in response. You heard another moan from your girlfriend and took it as a sign of approval. Despite being in a similar position to what you had been with Jennie earlier, this had a completely different vibe to it. One that was hard to put into words. You reached forward, grabbing a handful of dark locks and pulled roughly. Jisoo, whose head had been bent forward, was now exposed as you fucked her harder from behind.

You could feel your own release building again, this time even better than the last, but you refused to do so without taking Jisoo over the edge with you.

"Jisoo-ah~ he's getting close, I can tell."

For the first time since you started fucking Jisoo, Jennie spoke up. Her voice was breathy, and you imagined she was drawing towards her own orgasm along with you. You were grateful; it let you focus on fucking Jisoo while Jennie talked her over the edge.

"Ah…When his expression gets like that…" she let out a soft moan, "Remember when he came all over you? He's going to do it again…Fuck…he's going to cum inside you, I'm jealous."

Jisoo covered her mouth just in time as she let out a small scream. However close she had been, Jennie's words were clearly enough to send her over the edge. If you weren't in the midst of nearly cumming, you would have marveled at the power your girlfriend held. Despite her words, you considered pulling out, only to be stopped by Jennie.

"Do it, baby. Cum inside her."

That verbal encouragement was all you needed. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped Jisoo's hips tighter, hips slamming into her once more before your release exploded inside of her. It took a moment; ropes of pent-up cum were finally unleashed as your cock continued to twitch inside her.

For a long moment, all you saw were stars, even as your dick began to soften inside Jisoo. You were faintly aware of Jennie speaking, but you couldn't make out what she was saying with the ringing in your ears. You finally started to come to when Jisoo finally slipped out of your grasp, adjusting her outfit in the process.

You looked to your girlfriend, who had a smile that was far too innocent to not have an ulterior motive.

"Well, now that that's out of the way, we can do some formal introductions. I don't know about you guys, but I think we're all going to get along great."

#jisoo x reader #male reader #kpop smut #blackpink smut #jisoo smut #bpiya series

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tiyoin · 4 days

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pt.4 | 📍pt.5

rewrote, edited and proofread chapter five cause I thought it was horseshit and you guys deserved more from me. 🫶

numb.

you tried to feel numb.

doing everything in your power to push down any kind of emotion that was ready to slip through your mask.

look ahead, stand tall, put one foot in front of the other so no one would know you were wearing a confidence coat that was 2 sizes too small.

don't breathe too loud they'll hear you.

don't step too loud they'll think about your weight.

don't blink too much they'll think you're fluttering your lashes at them.

don't tuck your chin in they'll think you're gross.

gross for what exactly? everything.

don't mess up the stepping pattern or else you'll look like a bumbling idiot as you try to get back on the rhythm.

don't clench your fists they'll think you're mad and unapproachable.

don't smile because you're not in front of a mirror where you can control how much you want to give away.

don't think too hard or else you'll become enraptured with your daydreams and you won't be able to take part in reality.

don't do anything with your lips or else some air will come in and create a sound that sounds similar to a fart. then they'll think you're extra gross.

all these rules you had to follow to 'be normal,' weren't an actual set of rules, but a lifestyle. you wouldn't get collared if you didn't do one of the rules, you wouldn't get yelled at or reprimanded.

you were okay. to your knowledge that is.

on the outside, you probably looked like you had a stick up your ass. always in a rush to get to where you needed to go. like one of those rolling backpack kids back in your world. whenever they would pass they'd take casualties with them. rolling over toes, pencils, teachers- there was nothing in their way they couldn't bulldoze through.

you were just missing the wheels and will of iron it took to be seen with such a… what’s the right word- atrocity, in public, let alone an all-boys school.

underneath the habits and self-induced numbness, past all the anxiety and fear there was a tickle. not an actual tickle, but a sudden feeling you couldn't identify. it wasn't rage or frustration. you weren't sad or envious... you think- it was something gentler than that.

something softer yet just as negative was infesting your heart and mind like a slow-acting poison. poisoning your thought process, your habits, your attitude, and your livelihood.

though the breeze and sunshine walking to class supplied your flesh with warm- there was a chill over your heart. the beams of warmth too short to reach into the many cracks and holes that were created. sometimes you thought there was a bug. a big, juicy parasitic bug that would suck away your hopes and feast on your memories. It had a sweet tooth that was for certain, only targeting happy memories as it kept you with the bad ones.

did you ever have happy memories?

there was nothing you could do about the pestering leech. it wouldn't go away with Kalim's warmth and silver's calm. two sides of the same coin.

but no matter how many times you flipped: heads or tails, heads or tails, heads or tails would never work.

yes, you would smile, you would laugh- put on a poor show to convince yourself and others that there was nothing wrong. Everything was okay deep down and inside your twisted little mind.

sometimes, you weren't sure who exactly you were performing for.

"why am I scared to laugh" you remembered asking yourself one night, putting down your jester's hat for the evening.

looking in the dusty mirror, your eyes carefully roamed your face, ticking off imperfections as you scanned every feature, scrutinizing every fold, and every slight bump on your skin. saving the most obvious imperfection for last, you finally acknowledged the brewing red horn ready to grow on the side of your forehead.

you knew it was a normal thing that teenagers of all ages experienced. but you felt especially helpless now, with the lack of beauty supplies and makeup. but with a quick brush of your hair, the brewing red horn disappeared behind some tresses of hair.

"I look like a demon"

...

"though if it was on my nose, i'd look like rudolph"

there was no punchline. yet the observation- not even an original comparison, made you laugh.

A tiny huff puffed from your chest. though the more you imagined yourself with deer ears and a bright lobster red nose, you could feel your thoracic region start to shake. trying to push the sixth sense of judgment the walls were giving you, you forced yourself to laugh. holding onto this artificial laugh as long as you could. you hadn't laughed in a while. hadn't smiled in a minute. you'd barely look at yourself in the mirror most days.

gripping onto the vanity you watched your eyes crinkle and smile stretch. tripping and stumbling over scattered objects in your room you were still clenching your stomach nonetheless.

you felt like a tumbling tornado. clumsily tripping over everything with no set destination or concern for the things in your path. a shoe got kicked up. a pen you remembered liking got stepped and rolled on. a book you read a few nights ago kicked to the door as you set your eyes on your bed. with a few more violent acts towards inanimate objects, you carried your shaking body to bed.

this was it. you were going insane, weren't you?

all you needed was a canvas and paints and you'd truly become insane.

flopping down unceremoniously you let it linger for a second. sighing in contentment as you stared up at the ceiling.

you loved laughing, it was fun! but you were afraid to laugh, to live. remembering Kalim's quote of 'Everything is fun when you make it fun,' you wanted to scoff at his naivety. but Kalim was right.

if you made things miserable for yourself that's how they'll be.

directing your mind back to your head, you blinked owlishly.

oh. you were so caught up in the daydream you forgot you were in the hallways.

peeking through bumping shoulders, you tried looking towards the wall to check the room number.

"shit"

making a giant u-turn with as many 'excuse me's' and 'pardon me's,' you rerouted yourself back to your class. never having walked this way to class you were a bit hesitant. what if you walked by it again? what if someone is watching you and making fun of you for being a daft idiot?

breathe.

but what if you're late for class? crewel will have your hide- skin? doesn't matter what it is cause it'll be his. what if they all laugh when we're late-

we're not late yet it's only-

but when we get to class we'll be late!

perking up when you noticed the assigned numbers to your class, you weaved through the chattering sardines and beelined it to class.

no bell. no expectant crewel. no eyes besides from the easy-to-ignore front row. perfect.

the sigh you were holding in finally set itself free as you adjusted the grip of your books, and you strolled down the isles.

don't walk too fast they'll think you're strange.

but also don't walk too slow so they don't think you're lazy.

head down absent-mindedly adjusting your books, you followed your hand's cue and put your attention on a fixed thing. aka: your books.

but to your relief, you soon found your seat. with a huff, you unloaded the cargo pulled out some loose-leaf paper, and started writing.

writing what? not even you knew. but it made you look busy and that was important.

you didn't lay around in bed all day. you didn't continuously scroll through your phone to distract yourself. you didn't cry at night looking at everyone's socials, wishing it was you having fun. envy bubbling like a nasty tar in your bloodstream as you scorned everyone for having fun when you're miserbale-

"y/n!'

"oow"

sliding in next to you was silver. hair disheveled and tie ever so crooked, though he still looked really good-

pervert a voice whispered. tensing, you looked around and saw no one paying attention to your little corner.

"I tried calling you in the hallway." his boyish smile eased a beat in your rhythmic heart, only for it to take 2 more beats.

"y-you did?" you gulped.

silver nodded as he organized his books. "Yeah, but it's so chaotic and loud I'm guessing you didn't hear me" you nodded in agreement, tongue slipping over itself as you tried conjuring up an excuse.

"I- uh I'm really sorry I didn't hear you. I didn't even know you were there! I was kinda worried about not being elbowed to death." you didn't know why you were chuckling at the end but it felt scene-appropriate. you weren't sure if you believed what you told silver despite it being the truth.

was he going to refute it? was he going to give you a once over and mentally think 'how dare they ignore me' because all the diasomnia students you'd interact with had that very haughty, entitled personality?

but to your slight dissatisfaction, silver only nodded in understanding.

"I'm real-"

"There's no-"

you both started at the same time, sharing a shy smile at the pause.

"you can go ahead" he nodded. Waving your hands, you disagreed. "you were talking first, I'm sorry, go ahead"

even though you gave the green light, silver still heisted to go. giving the air another few seconds before he started talking.

"there is no need to ask for forgiveness. I understand if you couldn't hear me, I'm not the most vocal after all. if only sebek were here" he mulled the last part. wincing at the name, you wanted to pinch yourself for slipping up. damnit you showed that you didn't like a person he was friends with- he'll hate you now. you're screwed, you screwed yourself. don't you understand that he's probably planning on running to sebek as soon as you leave? then everyone in diasomnia is going to hate you-

you nodded, tiny little yellow sponges in white shirts and red ties ran around your brain as a fire roared throughout- wherever they were inside your head.

you tried to push the flood of incoming thoughts into a box, a big red crate with a crab lock to be exact. you were feeling antsy, looking for anything to focus on besides the silver-haired upperclassman in front of you.

sometimes you wish you were a computer. unable to feel and to only run on logic. it seems easier that way.

a thought bubble popped into your brain like an internet pop-up ad.

did they even have computers in twisted wonderland? duh of course they do, they have phones after all.

the thought of twisted wonderland's technology started to swarm and hijack your train of thought. effectively taking out the conductor and changing its course.

did they also have an Industrial Revolution like the United States had? what was the start of it? which kingdom had it first? was there something to set off the alleged revolution? How is it the same and how is it different from your world's?

did magic have allay in it? of course, it did. but how did magic make it different than-

"y/n"

snapping your head at the familiar voice. you looked to silver. only able to take in physical information as the new conductor saw a hole in the tracks, pulling the breaks almost immediately.

"you okay there?"

slowly you nodded, as a few members of the hijacking team jumped out of the train- some ideas and questions with it.

"yeah.. sorry about that, kinda got lost in my train of thought there"

nodding with understanding, silver started talking about how he would sometimes start nodding off when he was talking to someone. half paying attention, half trying to save the train- your brain was split in half as you took in all internal and external information.

until you heard the magic words everyone loves to hear: "what were you thinking ab-"

"The Industrial Revolution"

"... pardon?"

anddd you failed, the train fell into the deep deep gorge that the tracks would normally allow the said train to glide over... but alas! they were gone! blown to smithereens as it guided the train into the deep cavern. a big explosion followed soon after.

"dont worry about it" you brushed him off. saved by the bell as Crewel stood up, riding crop in hand yelling out orders like a drill sergeant.

silver scooted closer. you scooted back, the original distance between you two doubling. you were focused on writing your name, date etc & etc, on another loose-leaf paper.

the dreamy-eyed second-year made some noises before he knew what he was going to say. he started softly "are you okay"? but then grew slightly louder as unease set in "from... last class? I mean I know yuu told me it was a touchy subject but... i just wanted to check in"

your pencil screeched to a halt as the words 'yuu told me-' chanted in your head. it was the only thing you could focus on because what did he mean 'yuu said-'. "what did yuu say." you spoke, voice stable for the first time that morning.

silver's tongue tied itself as he fixed his hair a bit. "well..." he straightened up slightly, "after you stormed... no, escape is a better word. after you escaped the classroom yuu followed before i could. but crewel ended up stopping me before i could even move. and i asked yuu what happened the next time i saw them and asked how you were doing.. to sum it up: they told me you get nervous around new people soo"

dread set over you like a fast-approaching shadow.

oh no. he thinks you're a weird socially inept loser doesn't he? he thinks you're some kind of loser that doesn't go out weekends, weekdays, any day for all that matter. he probably makes fun of you with sebek. right?

"ah well," you cleared your throat. a lie already on the tip of your tongue "I mean it's like- a yes and no kinda thing. I didn't have a lot of guy friends when I was younger so being thrust" you thrust your hands in emphasis "into an al guys school has been quite the adjustment."

quickly, your mind conjured up a painting of a small house in a meadow filled with wildflowers. it was the only thing you could see for miles. it was a nice house with a straw roof, a smoking brick chimney, and a little garden outback. the only problem with the house is that you blew it up.

with nuclear missiles.

and the intensity of the blast was so strong that it created a small crater in the earth, no traces of the house were left as it's entire existence was reduced to ash and rubble all because of you.

the urge to bash your head into the nearest wall like intruding hornets slipping through a crack in an attic to terrorize a small family. there goes your social life right?? what soil life? you killed it before you could even nurture it!

your mouth and mind were running on autopilot while your conscience went blank.

your mouth was a fountain that spewed water everywhere. trying to get yourself out of the hole you dug yourself- crater, more specifically.

"but uhhh yeah, no you're good! you're different and I'm quite glad I got partnered with you since you're not as..."

"boisterous?" silver quipped.

you nodded. silver chuckled, leaning further away from you. "yeah me too. if I got paired with one of your friends only the sevens know how much damage that'll do to my physical and mental well-being"

you both discreetly looked over at the rest of the class watching as all pairs seemed to be in some kind of chaos. whether it's floyd being impulsive, grim trying to add the wrong chemical into a potion. (you didn't even need to know what they were making to know that whatever he's trying to sneak in- doesn't belong there.)

and you were thanking whatever god the people of twisted wonderland worshipped that you weren't paired with one of the adeuce combo. ace would try to take control of the project, pretending he knew what he was doing while simultaneously giving you backhanded compliments on your intelligence. only to ruin the entire project and somehow find a way to blame you for it.

meanwhile, deuce and you would be two peas in a squished pod: not knowing what you're supposed to be doing and ultimately winging it as you tried to match your hot barbie pink potion to crewel's muted blush potion. knowing the both of you, it would end up navy blue and when crewel went to fix it he would add a pinch of fleabane- a literal pinch, and it'd be fixed. embarrassing the both of you for all eternity.

"I wonder which group is gonna blow up the lab first mused quick to shut your lips, you were quick to wish for a sewing kit to forcefully shut you up.

but a small voice whispered 'it's better to take risks than stay comfortable.'

and silver seemed... nice.

silver looked out at the crowd for a moment longer, turning to you he started slowly, "while the yuu, grim, and ace trio seem to be the most obvious choice...." he thought carefully, "epel and deuce seem to be at a loss of what to do and are about 6 shade off. which surprised me since epel is in pomfiore"

"he's actually sh- really-" you started again, taking a moment to think over what you were going to say "I heard that epel's not that great at potions despite being under vil's careful watch...." silver's eyes widened, replying with a soft 'really?' as he looked back to the groups with newfound interest.

you to yourself "never judge a book by its cover" you shrugged, immediately turning to your work. anxiously, you waited for a response.

although circumstances are vastly different- is this how people felt when in the talking stage? if so it was a dreadful experience.

before your pessimistic thoughts could even start, silver responded with a chuckle, enviably agreeing with your statement. you could almost sweat with relief as an invisible weight got lifted from your shoulders.

silver seems nice...

a new voice, meek and unsteady although louder than the usual pessestimic ones in control. and for once, you allowed yourself to feel the slight comfortable tingle it gave you.

the hope and drive to that you haven't felt or experienced in a while.

you wished to get closer to him.

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"BAD END: REVOLUTION"

Part I Part II

Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Twisted Wonderland x Reader, Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Word count: 4.4k

Synopsis: You're stuck in a time loop.

Includes: Death, Despair, Bad Ends, future Obsessive and possessive behaviors

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Panic. You try your best to ignore the screaming all around you, to calm your mind, and to think of a plan.

You come up empty.

A rose bush is hurled across the garden, its thorns missing your face by mere centimeters. Your mind reels. Before coming to Twisted Wonderland, you had never even heard of an overblot. None of the fiction you’ve ever read had such a mechanic, but you suppose reality is often stranger than fiction.

They were supposed to be rare. They were supposed to happen once every few hundred years. So why is this happening to you? Why now?

Why?

Too absorbed in self-pity and fear, you miss the giant, inky vine heading straight for you. It pierces through your chest, leaving a trail of ink and viscera in its wake as the thorns grip at your insides like barbed wire. The ringing in your ears is deafening, but you ignore it to raise a cautious hand to your chest. Wet. People are screaming around you, and you’re faintly aware of someone picking you up and ripping off your shirt, applying pressure to the wound. It’s no use, though; your vision fades to black, and you fall to your knees, exhausted.

Is it…finally over?

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You wake up with a start.

Something’s scratching on your door.

It’s dark—too dark. What time is it? Is Riddle okay? What about the others? You go to check your phone, only to remember belatedly that you don't have one while simultaneously hitting your head on firm wood. Come to think of it, you aren’t on a mattress…

Are you…in a coffin? Have you already been buried?! But you’re still alive, you’re—!

Your breathing quickens, but it doesn’t last for long before the lid of the coffin flies open, a familiar pair of blue eyes meeting yours. Isn’t that…?

“Myah! Give me your clothes!” …Yeah. That’s Grim, all right. Just like when you first found yourself in Twisted Wonderland, he’s blown open the lid to your coffin, just like when you first met. You’ve heard of people’s lives flashing. before their eyes in the moment before their demise, but this is far more lifelike than you had ever imagined. “Hey, what’re you thinking so hard about? Gimme your clothes right now or I’ll burn you to ashes!” Grim says. You try to ignore him, but it’s impossible to ignore the sudden burst of flames that are hurled in your direction. They miss you, but you know it was only a warning.

“I’ll give you my robe if you really want it,” you say, relenting. “But it’s not going to fit you.”

“Psh, whatever,” Grim says. You shrug and hand it over. Just as you predicted, the robe is far too big on him, the fabric basically swallowing him whole. You try not to giggle at the way he struggles to break himself free from the cloak that envelopes him.

The rest of the night continues the way you remember it. Crowley comes to collect you. The Mirror says you have no magic, and Grim tries to take your place. Crowley tries to send you home, but the Mirror cannot locate it. You stay the night at Ramshackle.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You’re exhausted by the time you reach Ramshackle, so much so that you don’t even bother changing your clothes before you collapse on the bed. When you wake up, you’ll be back in the rose garden, but for now, you just want to rest.

You wake up to the sound of harsh wind and rain hitting your window, a startlling realization on the forefront of your mind. Logic dictates that you should not be able to fall asleep and wake up inside a dream or flashback. This is real. You’ve gone back in time.

Grim is snoring soundly at the foot of your bed, he must have broken in again. Well, no matter. You have other things to worry about…but first, you’d really like to change out of this uncomfortable getup. Really, what were you thinking? You didn’t even bother to take your shoes off before you fell face-first into the mattress. You suppose going back in time must have taken a lot out of you.

You roll off the bed, removing your shoes and socks first, and your pants second. Thirdly, you lift your shirt up, flinching at the way the cold air hits the tender flesh around your wound. You bring a hand to your chest, tracing over the area. It’s mostly healed, but a rather nasty scar has taken its place.

How peculiar. Everything else here seems to have reset, but not this.

You stay up the rest of the night searching your mind for answers but find none. When Crowley comes in the morning and asks how you’ve slept, you lie.

The first day goes exactly as you remember it. When Grim is about to spit fire at Ace, you attempt to stop it, only to get a nasty burn on top of having to clean all the windows. You try to stop Deuce from throwing Ace onto the chandelier, but you’re too late.

When it comes time for you to find a magestone with the help of Grim and the others, you don’t hesitate like you did last time. Perhaps your confidence rubbed off on the three, as things seemed to move along much more efficiently than the first time. You defeated the cavern monster and quickly walked the stone back to the school, where Crowley is once again moaning about how he stayed up all night doing paperwork for your expulsion.

You find it hard to feel sorry for him.

The next few days continue to go as you remember them, though you expend quite a bit of effort to change that. You tell Ace not to go around eating food that isn’t his. It comes across as strange and unnatural, but you don’t care. It doesn’t matter either way, however, as he doesn’t listen to you.

“I’m real slim, you know?!” He says, a familiar collar on his neck.

“The couch is over there,” you tell him.

You, Trey, Ace, Deuce, and Grim all work together to make a pie as an apology for Ace’s actions. You made the mistake of using chestnuts last time, so this time, you suggest using strawberries instead. The pie turns out amazing, and you have to remind Grim (and Ace) that the food isn’t for him.

You hope Riddle accepts it this time.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You tell Ace not to go against his Housewarden every chance you get. You tell him it was a bad idea, that a scolding is the least of his worries. You tell him he could get hurt, or worse, but he refuses to listen. Everything you say seems to do nothing but strengthen his resolve. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. He doesn't know what you know.

The clock ticks, each passing second bringing you to your impending doom until, finally, it's here.

You wake up with a knot in your stomach. Today, Ace is going to challenge Riddle for his housewarden seat. Today, Riddle will overblot, and today, you will die.

Riddle’s overblot form is as terrifying and imposing as you remember. You do your best to fight him off, warning the others of incoming attacks and directing the action. You helped Ace and Deuce with defense magic training throughout the week, but it wasn't enough to stop the onslaught of collars. That was fine, though. Trey’s magic pulled through just like last time, and the shield spell you taught Deuce saved you just when you had died last time.

Things were going well. You could barely bring yourself to believe that you might actually when this time before your defenses and feet slipped. You fall onto a pile of thorns that quickly coil around you like a python.

Dark spots cloud your vision as you pull against the thorns that envelop you. You fight until you are too weak to even think of struggling against your restraints.

The last of your air leaves your lungs, and you die.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You wake up with a start. Your whole body is shaking and covered in a thin layer of cool sweat.

Something is scratching on your door.

You reach up to check your neck, finding thin, raised scars along where the thorns penetrated your skin. You’re sure there are more on the rest of your body, but the confined coffin space makes it difficult to check.

“Myah! Give me your clothes!” Grim says. You ignore him, falling down onto your knees in a fit of despair. “H-huh? What’s wrong? Why’re you crying?! I didn’t even do nothing to ya yet!” Oh, you think to yourself. I hadn’t even noticed. You let the tears fall down your face, uncaring at how strange you might look to onlookers. You’ve died twice now; you deserve to cry a little over it, don’t you?

Grim stands by you awkwardly as you sob, all thoughts of stealing your clothes and setting you aflame seem to have vanished from his furry head. It doesn’t take long for Crowley to come find you, somehow handling the situation with less grace than even Grim. You pay his hollow words no mind and continue on with your long cry. You stay like that for several minutes as the two try to distract you or get you moving along. Finally, you shed your last tear and wipe the wetness from your face.

“Are you feeling better?” Asks Crowley.

“Nope!” You say, giving him a thumbs up and rising to your feet.

The rest of the night passes exactly as you remember it. The mirror tells you you have no magic. Grim tries to take your place. Rinse. Wash. Repeat.

You thought you were done crying, but as soon as you flopped down on your bed, the tears came back with a vengeance. You didn’t bother cleaning up Ramshackle this time. No point in it. Besides, its your work on restoring the place that has Crowley volunteering you as the newest custodian. You want a different job this time. Ideally, you’ll get a job in the library. Not only will this give you a steady paycheck, it’s also the job most likely to help you find a way out of this time looping mess, and perhaps even a way back home. A new job also means treading a new path. With this new job, you don’t have to meet Ace and get in trouble, or meet Duece and almost get fired. You won’t have to tag along when Ace confronts Riddle—if he confronts Riddle—, and you won’t have to die.

One thing’s for sure, though. You can’t get fired this time. You can’t become a student. You have to keep this job. And the only way to do that is to tell Grim he can’t stay with you.

You greet Grim with a heavy heart as he breaks into Ramshackle come nightfall. You’ve actually grown rather fond of him these past two weeks. But what must be done must be done. You tell him that you can’t take responsibility for him, and that he needs to leave. As expected, he puts up a fight, and manages to convince you to at least let him stay the night as you wait for the storm to settle down.

“Just for tonight,” you say, holding out a pinkie to him.

“Just for tonight,” he echos, shaking your finger with his paw. He’s holding the other one behind his back, but you pay it no mind. Even if he decides to break his promise, it’ll become Crowley’s problem, not yours.

As soon as you find yourself settled under the covers, however, you hear a knock at the front door. Right, Crowley had come to bring you dinner. You had forgotten all about that. Begrudgingly, you leave the bed and head downstairs to where Crowley is waiting for you with a bowl of hot soup. You thank him quietly, and he asks if you’re feeling any better.

You lie and change the subject.

“Mr. Crowley,” you say, wringing your hands together. “You said that I could have access to the library, right? To research ways to get home? Well, I was wondering…could you give me a job in the library? I could work as a page, or a librarian, or whatever other jobs are available.” Crowley pauses, a small frown on his face that’s gone as quickly as it came.

“Why, of course. I’m elated to have such an eager worker,” he says, puffing up his feathers. Then, seemingly touched by his own words, says: “Why, my magnanimity knows no bounds!”

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Your first day at the library starts out slow. You busy yourself by familiarizing yourself with the organization of the books and the layout of the building. It’s a rather big place, so this task has you on your feet for most of the day.

“Oi, librarian, can you tell me where this book goes?” You pause. That voice…isn’t that…? You turn around. Indeed, Ace stands in front of you, holding a book in his right hand and a pencil in his left. Did he follow you just so he could laugh at your new job, again?

“I’m sorry, but I actually don’t know where that would go. If you hand it to me, though, I can put it into the computer and find it for you.”

“What? Seriously?! You don’t know? Aren’t you supposed to be the librarian?” There it is. This past week has almost made you forget just how mean Ace starts at the beginning. “Librarian’s assistant,” you say. “And it’s my first day so…” Ace spends a few minutes attempting to get under your skin before the bell drags him back to class.

“Phew,” you sigh, sinking down onto the floor. These past two weeks have made you consider Ace to be a friend, but that doesn’t change just how exhausting he is to be around on your first day.

Deuce visits the library next, and you help him find study materials for his classes. Honestly, he'd be better off looking for them without you, given how long it took for you to navigate the twisting library shelves, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he seems eager to have someone to talk to—his sincerity acting as a stark contrast to Ace’s earlier flattery. You like Deuce. He's honest and hardworking. Perhaps that's why you didn't turn him down when he invited you to lunch later that day.

You spend the rest of the period reshelving books, keeping one on theoretical time travel tucked away for yourself later on. Before you know it, it's time for lunch. As promised, Deuce visits the library again to pick you up, and the two of you head down to the cafeteria together. You both get your food and sit down. The two of you had just barely started talking when the sound of someone else plopping down beside you stills any conversation. Ace has taken it upon himself to join the two of you. You suppose he’s decided he hasn’t bothered you enough today.

“Watch out!” Someone cries from across the room. You all whip around to see none other than Grim, collared with tart in mouth and sprinting across the tables, running from a very angry Riddle.

“Catch that thief!” He screams. You turn back around, fully intent on ignoring the chaos and letting someone else handle it when all of a sudden, Grim stops in his tracks on your table.

…You can’t help but think the scene feels somewhat familiar.

Grim launches himself up onto the chandelier, causing both Ace and Deuce to leap up from their seats.

You think you know what’s going to happen next.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

“I must say, I am thoroughly disappointed in the four of you,” the Headmaster sighs. “What in the world were you thinking?” “I’m sorry, but how am I a part of this?” You ask, raising your hand.

“If I recall correctly, this feline here is your familiar,” Crowley says.

“You recall incorrectly,” you say. “We met for the first time at the mirror ceremony.”

“Well, you could have stopped those two from breaking the chandelier,” Crowley argues.

“And how, pray tell, could I have done that?” You ask. The two of you bicker back and forth, but unfortunately, Crowley seems hell-bent on getting you involved. The four of you are all threatened with expulsion and given a task to avoid it: find the magestone.

You suppose that some events can’t be changed.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

A beast-tamer, he says. Empty words and meaningless flattery, you’re sure. But why? What does he stand to gain from it? From you?

You don’t know. All you do know is he’s very intent on turning you into a student, and that you’re very intent on not doing that. Every offer he makes to you has you more and more suspicious of his intentions. Though it’s hard to turn down his offer of a higher pay, you manage to overcome temptation. Crowley, surprisingly, keeps his offer open to Grim, who jumps at the opportunity to become a student. Oddly, he still only counts as half a student, and says the offer for you to become the other half will always be on the table. You aren’t quite sure what being half a student means for Grim, but he seems happy with it, so you pay it little mind.

The next few days are grueling. Crowley works you like a dog at the library. Thanks to that, though, you learn the layout and organization at a superhuman speed. The work keeps you busy, at least. Though you find yourself missing your friends. You still hang out with them during lunch, but you miss being able to talk to them between classes.

The loneliness takes over, and soon you find yourself in front of Crowley’s office door, about to ask about becoming a student again when a sharp pain from your lungs nearly brings you to your knees. Intrusive thoughts of your last two deaths flood into your mind. Right, being a student is what led you to your death. You can’t choose to walk the same path again. You have to keep going.

You don’t want to die again.

The day of the overblot comes. Intent on waiting it out, you stay in the library. You have so much work to do that you couldn’t get away even if you wanted to. Which, to be clear, you very much don’t want to.

At the end of the day you hear through the grapevine that Riddle has recovered. You don’t hear anything about any casualties, either.

Good. The day ends, and you head to bed.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You wake up with a start, instinctively reaching your hand out towards the coffin’s lid…except, a coffin’s lid is not what you find. Instead, your hand hits nothing but air. Right, you survived. It’s the next day. You fall asleep to the sound of rain hitting your window, and Grim snoring softly at the foot of your bed.

In the morning, Crowley asks how you slept. Deja vu, but you pay it no mind.

“I slept great!” You say.

“I’m so happy to hear that even in another world, you find yourself adjusting so well,” he says.

…

…?

Isn’t that what he tells you on your second day? Why is he repeating it?

It…it couldn’t be.

No. No way. You didn’t wake up in a coffin this time, you woke up in your own bed. But…

“[Name]? Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing,” you say.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You’re back in the library. Just as you had feared, you went back in time to after you had asked Crowley to let you work here. You suppose fate won’t allow you to just skip the main event. You sigh. What’s even the point of all this?

“Oi, librarian, can you tell me where this book goes?” Last time, you were unable to answer this question, but now you have a week’s worth of experience under your belt.

“You don’t want to reshelve that. If you take it out, please return it to this cart over here so I can reshelve it myself later.” “Eh? Why can’t I just put it back where I found it?” “You mean aside from the fact that you don’t know where you found it? Because we keep track of what books are picked up to know which are the most popular or in demand. We can’t count it if you just put it back on the shelf,” you say, taking the book from Ace and loading it into your cart as he tries to make small talk. There’s something a little different about his tone and cadence than the last time, but you can’t quite place it.

“Thanks, I’ll see you around,” he says as you wave him off. Weird, you think. He didn’t even make fun of me once. What changed? Perhaps it’s just your imagination, but it seems as though Ace becomes less and less hostile towards you with every loop.

Well, you suppose you ought not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even so, his change has you feeling uneasy.

Deuce visits the library next, and you help him find study materials for his classes. You remember where they were from the last loop. You suppose it must look rather strange for someone to know the library so well on their first day, but you pay this kind of logic no mind and help him find his things in under ten minutes. You suppress a smile at his look of bewildered amazment. He invites you to have lunch with him later that day, and you accept.

You spend the rest of the period reshelving books, keeping one on theoretical time travel tucked away for yourself later on. Before you know it, it's time for lunch. As promised, Deuce visits the library again to pick you up, and the two of you head down to the cafeteria together. You both get your food and sit down. The two of you had just barely started talking when the sound of someone else plopping down beside you stills any conversation. Ace has taken it upon himself to join the two of you. It’s a little awkward at first, but Ace’s natural charisma soon takes over, and the three of you soon begin laughing around just like old times. It almost feels as though things have gone back to normal.

…

You wish Grim were here, too.

“[Name]? What’s wrong? You’re crying.” Deuce looks over you, his face creased with worry. You raise a hand to your cheek. Sure enough, it comes back wet. You hadn’t even noticed.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just got something in my eye.”

“Jeez, don’t scare us like that,” Ace says.

“What’s scary?” The three of you all turn to see Cater and Trey holding their lunches.

“Hey, freshies, mind if we join you?” Cater asks.

Things are changing again, but you don’t have time to dwell on it before another voice cries out from across the cafeteria.

“Watch out!” Someone cries. You all whip around to see none other than Grim, collared with tart in mouth and sprinting across the tables, running from a very angry Riddle.

“Catch that thief!” He screams. You turn back around, fully intent on ignoring the chaos and letting someone else handle it when all of a sudden, Grim stops in his tracks on your table.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

“I must say, I am thoroughly disappointed in the four of you,” the Headmaster sighs. “What in the world were you thinking?” You don’t bother arguing about your involvement this time. Once again, Crowley offers you a position as one of his students, and once again, you decline. You know that in order to break out of this loop, you’ll have to fight and win against Riddle, and you know that you’ll have to be a student in order to do that, but, even so, you can still wait until Crowley offers you better pay and benefits before accepting.

The day of the overblot finally comes, and this time, you’re prepared. You can't believe it took so many loops for you to realize you can't just come into a fight empty handed. No, this time you're ready to fight.

You've been spending a lot of time in Crewel's class this past week, and you have the potions to show for it. When Riddle takes on his overblot form, you'll hand out performance enhancing potions to your allies, buying you some time until you find an opening to test out your explosive concoctions.

…You hope no one asks why you're carrying potion bombs with you.

Regardless, the dreaded duel comes around, and Riddle's overblot takes place mere moments later. You hand out potions as planned and do your best to direct your friend’s attacks, warning them when something is about to hit them, and yelling whenever there's an opening. Things are going well for once, and you find yourself hopeful, wondering if this time you'll finally see victory.

No, you can't let yourself get distracted. You haven't crossed the finish line yet.

Riddle throws a rose bush across the garden. You dodge. He commands vines to come forth and attack. You dodge. You're starting to get tired, but you press on. It's almost over. You just need to find an opportunity to use your potion.

The opportunity comes, and you whisper a silent prayer over the bottle before you toss the concoction at the thing standing behind Riddle. The black ink connecting him to his puppeteer is severed, and Riddle falls to the ground. Color returns, and it takes a moment for you to grasp what just happened.

You…won?

You won!

You actually won!

You fall to your knees, ears ringing as everyone clamors around Riddle. You can't hear anything, but it doesn't matter. You won.

That night, you return to Ramshackle and head to bed early. You're curious as to what the next day will bring.

The morning sun rises on a new dawn. It’s finally over.

For now, anyway.

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For the very first time in years, you’re met with the scent of fresh air. No antiseptic, no lingering smell of blood, still so thick you can practically taste it at just the memory of it. You’re not going back if it kills you. Which it very well might.

DEMO: LINK (UPDATED DECEMBER 8TH, 2023.)

Nemisi is an 18+ modern horror/romance/urban fantasy interactive novel WIP. Play as a customizable MC, who’s on the run from Vicelie Labs.

The struggle between cosmic deities — now worshiped (or abhorred) as gods — tore its way into your planet not long before you were born. Unluckily for you, you were one of the first generations to be born exposed to Excinate, the name given to the radioactive-like sickness that comes from being exposed to magic not of your world. As your symptoms slowly got worse and worse, you were promptly ripped from your family after a doctor’s visit ushered on by your concerned parents. Since then, you’ve been shipped around and transported from facility to facility to be poked and prodded at.

Until now. No, now you’re free.

Aside from that lingering hunger for flesh you’ve had since becoming infected, of course. Just a little side effect from the radiation, along with a mouthful of jagged teeth and a jaw that can unhinge like a snake.

THE CAST:

Refs for RO skin tones can be found here!

Felix (he/she, bigender + bisexual): Curt, blunt, and too tired to deal with this mess, Felix really had no reason to suspect the lab next to gas station he works night shifts at had anything to hide. It’s not like the screams he heard coming from that direction were anything more than some kids messing around late at night, right? Besides, she'd met some of the employees of Vicelie Labs, and aside from the occasional lingering scent of blood, they seemed like just fine people.

Okay, so maybe she did have a sneaking suspicion something was up. Not like he could do anything about it. Not until you show up, at least, crashing through the gas station door in such a tizzy you’d nearly run into it.

Tall and lanky, Felix often has a scowl spread across her face. He has tawny brown skin, dark brown eyes, and poorly bleached hair with quite a bit of jet black root growth. His hair is styled into a shaggy wolf cut, and of course one can’t forget the shitty stubble she’s refused to shave since it grew in. Felix has a body that might often be described as scrawny, or perhaps even gangly. A strong gust of wind could knock him over. Felix is most often seen in casual clothes; hoodies, band shirts, and jeans make up the majority of her wardrobe. Has several piercings; a bridge, septum, both nostrils, snake bites, and two eyebrow piercings side by side. She stands at 5’11” tall. Felix is trans no matter what. He will always use both he and she pronouns interchangeably. Please do not use they/them to refer to her.

Dr. Eden Neal (gender selectable, M/F/NB): Kind, but awkward. A doctor who didn’t know what they were getting into when applying for a job with Vicelie Labs. Fresh out of med school, the harsh reality of the labs was too much for them. They were assigned to examine you, and though it was hard to trust them at first (and even now) they were essential in your escape.

While Eden seems to be a kind soul, your bitter side can’t help but wonder if their assistance in your escape was some cruel joke.

Combined with their soft, rounded features, Eden’s dark hair is in long braids, often pulled back out of their face into a ponytail. They have large golden brown eyes with thick eyelashes, and their skin is a deep brown, with a hint of a cool undertone. More soft than muscle, though they still have some tone and definition to their arms and back. It’s not easy work lifting and moving those heavy vats around the lab, after all. Eden is most typically seen in a lab coat, though they lean a bit more business casual once they start meeting up with you for check-ins after your escape. They stand at 5’4”, regardless of gender. Eden is black, with dark skin.

Sable (gender selectable, M/F/NB): A bit of an outcast, Sable is an extremely shy mortician, and one of your (limited) options for getting the flesh you so desperately crave. They spot you sneaking into the morgue one night, half lucid and drunk with the need for blood and flesh on your tongue. They offer to cut a deal with you — they’ll give you all the scraps and leftovers that they can get away with, so long as you give them any information you’ve picked up about the consequences of using cosmic magic.

Are they seeking power, or just simply curious about the consequences of magic from a biological standpoint?

Sable is one of the tallest RO’s, standing at 6’2” regardless of gender. They have a bright shock of long, curly ginger hair, and their near ghostly pallor is covered in freckles and beauty marks. Most notably, they have beauty marks to the right of their bottom lip, as well as underneath their left eye. They have a long, roman nose with a prominent bridge and blue eyes. Their body is on the heavier side, with a soft stomach and thick thighs. Sable doesn’t dress to impress as they’re mostly surrounded by dead bodies, typically wearing neutral colored slacks and skirts. They occasionally spice things up with an interesting vest or tie, but are much too scared to stand out to do so often. They have circle glasses. Sable is plus size, with a pear shaped figure.

Eris (gender selectable, M/F/NB): A hired killer, and the only other option you have for sating your hunger besides Sable. You meet Eris as you’re hiding away from Vicelie Labs in Eden's apartment, drawn to the smell of blood from them finishing up one of their “contracts” in the apartment next door. It’s a mess of guts and gore, and you can’t stop yourself from indulging. After a moment of awareness, you go to turn tail and run, only to find Eris still there. They have an offer for you — they’ll kill for you, and you can have at their fresh meat. Certainly an offer that’s hard to pass up, considering your current predicament.

Perpetually masked, you’re actually not certain what Eris looks like behind it. From what you can see, they’re very sturdy. All you can see besides their build is their hair, occasionally peeking out from beneath their hood. It falls to Eris’ wide shoulders, and from what you’ve seen is a dark brown. They stand at 6'0" tall, regardless of gender.

???: You’ve only heard of them in passing at the lab — someone who goes after rogue assets, like you. According to Eden, they’re after you, and with a vengeance.

Good luck.

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Love Lockdown | 07

𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; rather be drenched by the rain than dead

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader

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“Yoongi?”

The said man lowers his knife, squinting his eyes into the distance at the approaching bodies as he slowly deciphers there's no real threat.

“Is that you?”

His features soften and a sign of hope casts over them before he's enveloped in a bone-crushing hug. He's shocked, not believing he's hearing and seeing right. The two of you are no longer alone. It all happens fast, definitely takes longer for you and Yoongi to fully realize who's actually here. However, it proves to be a reality when the light from their flashlights flashes upon them and you're met with three familiar faces.

“Cher?” Yoongi asks, sounding as if he still can't believe the redhead is in his arms as he slowly hugs her back.

Bruno lingers around for a while before he urges Cherry to step away, the two men welcoming each other with slaps to their backs and hugs. You're not sure you've ever seen Yoongi smile that much. Especially when he reunites with Xavier who almost jumps into his arms, Yoongi holding onto him for a dear life.

You've not been around for a long time, yet you're aware of their bond. Xavier is like his little brother. His big responsibility and to know he is safe and here, must mean a lot to Yoongi.

Xavier surprises you when he rushes toward you and hugs you, murmuring how happy he is to find you and Yoongi. You hug him back, heart warming at his evident happiness of reuniting with you two.

As much as you're happy to see someone familiar, no matter what the actual relationships you have with them, there's not everyone and it makes you panic. Especially when you spot Yoongi counting all of them with his sharp eyes as a frown makes it to his face again.

“Where's Taehyung?” And Zoya? Even the stupid Johnny?

But you don't get to say their names when Cherry's eyes set upon you, a look of distaste clear even in the darkness. “Oh, you're still alive.”

Ignoring her remark, you clench your jaw and glare at her as Yoongi speaks up. “Cher, where are they?”

The rain has drenched everyone's clothes, but there's nothing you can do at the moment other than trying to stay under the trees. It's too dangerous to be moving during the night and soon enough, their flashlights are turned off too not to catch any unwanted attention.

“We lost them, Yoongi.” Bruno speaks, voice trembling. “We got into the other building together but there were undeads there. We were separated and we don't know–” He chokes up, your chest clenching at his obvious vulnerability.

Despite not knowing them for long, your own body tenses and you wait for the worst, wondering if any of them made it out alive.

“We don't know where they are or if they are alive.” Cherry finishes for Bruno, the man rubbing his forehead frustratedly as Xavier stands next to you and looks at the ground.

“We managed to get out, hyung. But it was impossible to get to them.” Xavier speaks up with a silent tone, Yoongi shifting his eyes to him.

“It's okay,” he responds quietly, “You tried your best. I'm glad you guys are safe.”

This is certainly hard for him to say. Even you can tell how Yoongi struggles to not show how worried he is for the rest of the group, trying to wrap his head around what they just told him.

“It's okay,” he repeats, trying to assure everyone – or maybe himself. “We're gonna stick to the plan. Get to the center and hope for the best.”

That's what a leader does. Guiding his group and making tough decisions. All of you know they could be anywhere, dead or alive. There's no way or realistic chance of you finding them. They had a deal after all. One they can't break because it's their only hope.

“I fucking hate this.” Cherry mutters through her teeth, sounding rather impatient. Johnny is somewhere out there too, he's her brother after all. She must be worried about him as well.

Even if he gives you weird vibes and you've never had any good experience with him, you do hope everyone's alright. It's a miracle you bumped into Ben, Xavier and even Cherry.

“You're not alone.” Xavier joins just as the rain starts to pour again.

“Fucking great.” she sneers.

“What are we gonna do?” Bruno asks, looking up at the sky as all of you get closer to the tree to at least hide under the tall and long branches.

“It's too dark, it's safer to stay here and wait it out. We should wait till the morning to move.” Yoongi explains as you slowly sit down, leaning against the tree again.

The slight chilliness makes you shiver as you cuddle to yourself while the sighs and whines resound from the group because of the weather. Like Yoongi said, it's safer to wait it out and all of them know that. They have to be smart. Trying to rush to the center to see their friends again, hopefully, is not going to keep them alive. They soon follow you, each of you sitting against the three. With the sound of rain pouring as it hits the leaves and ground, Cherry fills up Yoongi with what they've been through with a silent voice. Bruno remains quiet, too deep in his thoughts to engage himself in any conversation while Xavier falls asleep in a record time, his head hitting your shoulder as he uses it as a pillow. It's the only thing that makes your lips curl into a soft smile.

The rain continues for almost the entire night, making it hard to fall asleep or even rest. It doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon. You're going to be entirely drenched by the time rain stops.

But rather be drenched by the rain than dead.

Bruno has found a watch. Just an old one with a brown worn out stripe, it was tossed in one of the buildings they were stuck in. He's not sure if it's set right, but it seems to be when the tiny hands moving indicates that it's working. Apparently, it's 9:22. You hear their distant voices in the back of your mind and the conversation is the cause that makes your eyes crack open.

It takes you a moment to properly wake up and notice them standing not that far away, talking to each other. You notice Xavier still sleeping soundlessly next to you and you wonder if you looked that peaceful too.

Something's not right. Not only are your clothes still wet from the rain that you're not sure when it stopped, but your head is killing you. The sharp throbbing pain makes you groan softly as you shudder in your wet clothes. It's undoubtedly the result of the weather.

The group stops chatting, a few words exchanged between them before they go to grab their stuff from the ground. You and Yoongi share a look for a short period of time, barely noticeable but enough for him to notice you're already awake. No words are said, just Yoongi softly shaking Xavier's shoulder as he wakes him up.

Bruno goes to grab his backpack that's sitting next to you. His brown big eyes set on your exhausted figure. “Are you alright?”

You're not sure what to answer. Is it something worth mentioning? You're pretty sure none of them feel absolutely alright, considering the conditions under you're trying to survive. The headache is surely caused by the lack of sleep and the poor weather that accompanied you throughout the entire night.

You hear Cherry complaining about her wet clothes in the distance too, saying she hopes they find some kind of house or something where she can change it. You agree. Dry clothes sound really good right now.

So with a little and not so genuine smile you offer to Bruno, you simply say; “Yeah.”

He doesn't question you, busy grabbing his stuff as he informs you of having to move while it's bright outside. He doesn't have to say how it's your only chance to be moving more safely and not attracting any attention from the undeads. That's unless you bump into them, of course. You know all of that, so it remains unsaid and you're left alone with your thoughts as you grab your own stuff and join them with Xavier still half-asleep walking next to you.

A few minutes later after Yoongi and Cherry are walking ahead and Bruno behind you, Xavier engages you in a conversation, seeming to be fully awake now.

“I hope they're alright.” he murmurs to no one but you.

The side of his face is perfectly shown to you as you see concern crossing his young features. His hair is long, everyone's hair is compared to the first time you saw them. Logically. None of you had the chance to find scissors or even need to get a haircut. The simple thought would almost make you crack a grin if you didn't feel like shit.

Looking ahead of you, you see Yoongi's back as he looks around while walking with a prominent yet attentive frown. His hair is the longest out of all the guys. You remember it was almost reaching his eyes when you first saw him, but now, they reach the back of his neck. Despite all of you being unkempt, paradoxically he looks the best. The hair suits him and you do wonder how he looked before the apocalypse. Was he the type to have a neat haircut? Did he change it often? Your damn curiosity.

“I hope so too.” you tell him softly. He's not a kid, despite Yoongi calling him one. You're not going to feed him with untrue words and give him false hope, when you both know how today's world works. Even he knows that.

“We have,” he starts, taking a breath before starting again. “We've never gotten separated like this before. Yes, we were facing close death too many times but this is the first time we got separated.”

Xavier has always been this sunshine of a boy, almost like he's hoping for the best all the time and ignoring the brutal reality of today's world. That's what was your first impression of him and it continued as you got to know him better. Sure, you haven't really talked or become close friends, but you could've seen a good glimpse of his personality. Innocence is what would radiate off him. He's not stupid or naive though.

Seeing him vulnerable like this, and to know he's saying this to you out of all people, shows you another side of him. More concerned, worried and scared. Maybe that's why he has chosen to talk to you. Not only because he's been walking next to you for the past ten minutes or so, but because he's scared and he needs to get it off his chest. You get that.

“I'm scared too,” you admit. “For them. I really hope they're… okay.” Alive, is what you mean.

Your throat is itchy, something that came to the surface after a few minutes of being awake. The group is determined to get as close to the center as possible, you fully understand that because it's everyone's goal. Probably the only thing you have in common and the only reason why you're still here, with them. However, even as the sun starts to warm up and makes everyone's thin jacket or hoodies be undressed, you leave your thin jacket on and ignore the slight shivering that intensifies with each minute.

“You're a good person, Y/N,” Xavier tells you, shooting you a soft yet pained smile from your conversation. “I don't think any other person would be so considerate of our friends.”

There's no reason for you not to be. They still took you, even with a few complaints from certain people, but you're here.

All you can muster to give him in return is a small smile. A concern washes over his face when he looks at you, the smile dropping. “Are you okay?”

You don't feel okay. You feel worse and worse and each step is more difficult to make. You're short of breath, despite the group not going too fast and the pace is kept normal so all of you can get the furthest without being too exhausted. You still have a long way to go, according to the map you remember seeing and even though you're not quite sure where you're at, you know it's going to take days if not weeks to get to the center.

Your lips feel dry, though drinking water on your sore throat feels like a nightmare at the moment. You're not even sure if you have some water left in your backpack.

“Hyung,” Xavier calls to Yoongi before you can open your mouth, but even that feels difficult. “Can we stop for a moment?”

Yoongi looks over his shoulder at Xavier. “Why?” he questions, sounding slightly worried as he checks the youngest.

“I think Y/N needs to rest for a moment.” His intention is innocent and good, yet you wish he kept his mouth shut because the scoff that makes it out of Cherry's lips echoes in your ears.

“We've been barely walking for thirty minutes, kid.” Yoongi still talks to Xavier, pointing out the obvious as Xavier only nods in understatement, but opens his mouth again.

“I know, but we can surely stop for five minutes?” he asks, sounding hopeful as you keep your eyes on your feet, focusing on the branches underneath them as the uneven ground feels like your worst enemy.

You're getting weaker. It's not like you can't walk at all. But knowing your body, you acknowledge there's something going on, something that's most likely the cause of the rain. And you're mad. Mad at the freaking weather and at anything that had to do with this.

“I'm okay.” you mutter, waving Xavier off and completely missing out on his frown.

“See? She's fine, now let's go.” Cherry sings out.

No one has stopped for a second, even the conversation has been happening while walking.

“We can take a break in thirty minutes. We need to move, Xav.” Yoongi reminds him, urging the group to keep moving.

He's right. Even though you feel like you need a new set of clothes and rest among other things, he is right. You need to move. You can't waste any more time than you already have. They have another reason to get to the center as fast as possible. Their friends.

“But–”

“Didn't you hear?” Cherry snaps, “We need to move. She said she's okay.”

“She doesn't look okay!” Xavier exclaims as Yoongi sighs and rubs his forehead.

“Xav,” Yoongi starts calmly, “We will rest soon, okay? We should get out of these woods first.”

Xavier fumes but keeps his mouth shut, knowing Yoongi's words are final. He gives you an apologetic smile and you try to smile back. You don't even remember if you smiled. All you think about is to move your feet and try to get as far as they can lead you. You ignore all the signs your body gives you, even the shivering that intensifies.

“Aren't you warm? Maybe you should take the jacket off.” Xavier suggests after a while but you wave him off.

“No, I'm–” you yelp, your feet weak as they cause you to stumble and lose your balance.

Someone catches you quickly just as Xavier's hand remains on your forearm, holding you up too. You realize it's Bruno behind you, making sure you don't fall as he gets you to your feet as you thank him, trying to hide the embarrassment. Your yelp caused Yoongi and Cherry to stop in their tracks, watching the whole thing too which only adds to your embarrassment, let alone the silent snicker she lets out.

“You're not okay.” Xavier says, almost like informing the whole group with a little attitude in his voice while Bruno turns you to him.

You're met with his brown eyes again, they travel all over your face and body as he still has a hold on you. He frowns, “You're shivering.”

Now that you're not moving, you realize that he's right. You're shivering even more, not being able to control it any longer. You watch him lift his hand up to your face, checking the temperature on your forehead and cheeks.

“You're burning up.” he informs shockingly.

“Great.” Cherry mutters sarcastically, annoyed that there's another trouble that involves you.

You manage to give her a bad look, though your head spins as Bruno slowly leans you against the tree. “She has a fever.” Bruno states the obvious to Yoongi while Xavier gives everyone I told you so look.

But you miss all the details, barely able to keep your eyes open as you breathe heavily, closing your eyes from the exhaustion.

“How can she have a fever in fucking summer?” Cherry exclaims, slapping her arms at her sides.

You want to talk back so badly, to state the obvious but thankfully, Bruno manages to do so in the most sophisticated and informative way. “Summer nights are not all warm, Cher. Plus they've been sleeping outside for countless nights and then the rain happened. It's normal that she's caught something.”

“What is it?” you ask weakly.

Bruno looks back at you, “I don't know. Maybe cold? Or the flu. In the best case.”

“You've got to be kidding me.” Cherry mutters, rubbing her forehead. You know what she thinks. All of them are fine, lived under the same conditions like you have, yet you're the one being sick. You're the trouble. Always. Her obvious dislike toward you doesn't help either.

“It's not like she chose to get sick.” Xavier states, earning a glare from her too.

“No, but she's always the trouble, don't you guys see? We need to get back to Zoya, Taehyung and my brother. She's slowing us down.”

You can't believe you're having this conversation again. Well, they have. You're so out of it that you can't say anything back, but you're aware of every word that is spoken.

“Harangue won't help us, Cher.” Bruno reminds her as she gasps in disbelief.

“Even if she is sick,” Yoongi finally speaks up, sighing as he glances at you. “We can't stay here. She can't stay here.”

“That's true. It would be for the best if we could find a shelter or something where she could properly rest. It looks like it might be raining tonight too. We shouldn't risk any of us getting sick or her getting worse.” Bruno explains as Yoongi nods.

He doesn't look too happy about this, but he keeps his thoughts away. “Alright. Then let's get out of here and let's find something where we can hide.”

“Yoongi–”

“Cher, it's final.” Yoongi sighs, causing her to do the same as she fumes in silence.

“Are you okay walking on your own?” Bruno asks next to you, watching you in concern as you straighten up.

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.”

Xavier watches you worriedly along with Bruno, as you're about to take a step. Your legs shake and you feel like an animal at freaking ZOO now that they're watching.

“Come on, get on my back.” Bruno suggests, already turning around so you can hop on, but you shake your hands.

“No, I'm fine. Really.” you tell him weakly, trying to push Xavier's hands as he's approaching too.

“Let them fucking help you, so we can get out of here.” Cherry calls, already a few meters away from you along with Yoongi. They must've noticed you're not following them, so they stopped and saw the entire moment.

“Y/N, you're not helping anyone right now.” Bruno reminds you.

You share a look with him, your features scrunching in discomfort and sadness as he offers you a pained smile. “Let me help you.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you give him a weak nod as he takes off his backpack. “Xav, take this for me please.”

Xavier listens, quickly grabbing Bruno's backpack as he watches the tanned man crouch down in front of you, so you can get on his back. You somehow do, afraid you're going to fall but Bruno quickly grabs you by the back of your thighs. Wrapping your arms over his neck, you suddenly feel a little bit of relief that you're off your feet.

“Let's go.” You hear Yoongi mutter, luckily no words about your state are muttered or said from any of them. It's the only thing that somehow lets your eyes close.

You're not sure how long you've been walking for. Well, they, not exactly you as you stay on Bruno's back, in and out of your conscience. Xavier checks on you every now and then, though you're not sure in what intervals. You always hum in return when he asks if you're fine, eyes still closed. It's until Bruno adjusts you on his back for God knows how many times, that makes Xavier question whether he should help or not.

How else could he help? He's a teenager and not that anyone would disregard his strength and body physics, he certainly wouldn't be able to have your entire weight on his back for a long time.

This causes the group to stop the second time, enough to make your eyes crack open to notice you're still in the woods. It all looks the same. You've no idea whether an hour passed or only a few minutes. Sun shines brightly on top of the sky and you start feeling a little too warm, but you don't care to mention or do anything about it. You just want to close your eyes again.

Bruno groans, finally informing the guys he needs a break. His back is probably hurting from carrying you for who knows how long. An apology is on your tongue but it's interrupted when he gently places you down on the ground. It's the first time the group has a full view on you since you first stopped.

Even Yoongi seems a little shocked to see you so out of it. Him and Bruno share a look. He's silently telling him it's not looking good and this, indeed, will be another bump along the road. While Cherry seems to be annoyed as ever, Xavier watches worriedly in the distance as he sees your head leaned against the tree.

“Great. We're not gonna get out of these woods today.” Cherry complains. In a way you understand her. Today's goal was to get out of here, spending another night here is another risk. You hate that you're ruining it.

“We are,” Yoongi says. “We'll keep moving.”

“Yoongi, I just need–”

“I'll take her.” Yoongi interrupts him before unneeded words have to be said. There's no time to waste and it's starting to annoy him that he has to deal with these conversations where one of them is complaining, while the others bring up the evident issue.

Cherry scoffs, but Yoongi ignores her as he comes up to you with a sigh. He crouches down, enough to see you open your eyes slightly. “Dove? You alive?” he asks, frowning a little as you wet your dry lips slowly.

“Unfortunately for you, yes.” you weakly say, cracking a small smile that makes him let out a chuckle.

He notices your breathing is uneven, skin slightly sweaty as a few tiny strands of hair stick to your forehead and cheeks. With the back of his palm, he touches your cheek before informing Bruno; “She's burning up.”

“We need to get her somewhere safe where she can lay down.” And that's only the beginning, both of them know that.

“Do you want to take this off?” Yoongi asks you, gently tugging onto the end of your thin jacket as you weakly nod.

He helps you take it off as he tosses it to Bruno to take it. He does with no complaints as he tosses it over his shoulder and lets it rest there, while Xavier hands him back his backpack.

Yoongi ushers you to lift up yourself, ignoring the whines of complaints that naturally come out of your exhausted body. He doesn't fuck around and isn't too gentle as he quickly grabs your waist and tucks the other arm under your knees. He lifts you up abruptly, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck quickly.

“Let's go.” he mutters to the group, starting to walk as the rest of them quickly join behind him.

Your eyes close as soon as you know you're able to rest again, most importantly that you know you're safe. And you can't believe you're in Yoongi's arms. You've never thought you would be in this position. The hell, you never even imagined it. You're guessing, Yoongi is not as cold as you thought. However, you're fully aware he's doing this to get everyone out of these freaking woods. You don't see inside his head, but you're sure it's the main reason for him helping you – and Bruno of course, whom you feel very sorry for since he had to carry you for a time that's unsure to you.

The sun shines on your face from time to time, the tall trees and leaves mostly prevent it from happening, though it's enough for you to open your eyes slightly. You're met with Yoongi's face from below, mostly seeing his neck and chin but you can tell he's facing forward, focusing on the way ahead. You've never seen him from this point of view, it's a rare sight. One you're sure you won't be seeing anymore.

You hear a small chattering behind you, mostly recognizing Xavier's and Bruno’s voice. Cherry must be with them, though remains silent for most of the time.

“I'm sorry.” you whisper, clearing your throat which makes you cringe at the sharp pain inside of it.

Yoongi looks down, finding you awake and staring at him while you tighten your arms around his neck. They loosened up after a while, proving how out of it you really are. For a moment, he only stares with his same cold expression you've grown used to. You look terrible, he thinks but doesn't voice out the obvious.

“You're a little trouble, aren't you?” he mutters, the corner of his mouth twitching in mere teasing before he looks up and ahead once again.

No matter what his words were just a second ago, there's no true blame in them. You're not sure what to think of them, but you're glad regardless. Glad that he's not blaming you or complaining when you're in this state. Letting you rest as your eyes close again, your arms lose up around his neck and he adjusts you slightly as his hold on you tightens.

He can feel his back getting sweaty, your hot body warming his isn't helping at all. Even his damp clothes are almost completely dry from the heat of this year's summer. But he has to keep moving and get his group to safety.

“Hyung, look, there!” Xavier exclaims, jolting you out of your sleep.

You blink away the sun as the surroundings become more clear. The group seems to let out a sigh of relief, some of them chuckles as if they couldn't believe their eyes. You're on top of the hill, thanks to which you get a good view of what lies beneath it. Green and almost yellowish grass covers a huge space and in the distance, there's a small building of something. All of you are too far away to fully see what it is, but at least it's something. In the distance, it seems like it's a town or a village but it's further away from the small building.

“Let's not waste time,” Yoongi says, “Be careful everyone.”

Yoongi moves again, your whole body with him as you cringe at your dry throat. Your consciousness is in and out all over again, you can't seem to stay attentive or fully awake for a long time. Your body screams for rest and as much as you're grateful for Yoongi's arms carrying you, you feel like throwing up from all that jolting and moving. Thankfully, time seems to pass quickly when you can barely tell time in your state.

Soon enough, you're not that far away from the building you saw at the hill. “It seems like it's a small house. Or cottage.” Cherry murmurs, approaching the tiny building that slowly comes to the view.

“We have to check it out first. Anyone could be there. It's literally the first house we've seen around here.” Bruno joins, causing Yoongi to hum in agreement.

“Hyung, you should probably stay behind with Y/N, so we can check if it's safe.” Xavier says just as you open your eyes, seeing the small building.

“I don't think it's a house though,” Cherry comments, squinting her eyes. “Is that a gas station? Look, there's a road too!”

“I don't think it is,” Yoongi wonders, “I think it's one of those establishments in the middle of nowhere. Maybe some kind of diner?”

“Could be,” Bruno agrees. “Xav is right. Stay here with Y/N just in case.”

“You can take her, I can go and che–”

“Yoongi,” Bruno stops him. “It's okay.”

The said man sighs in defeat and nods, leaving the three of them to continue to walk toward the building in the distance. Opening your eyes again, you shiver in Yoongi's arms as his gaze drops down on you, noticing you're awake again. He doesn't say anything though, doesn't explain things as he looks in the distance and watches his people approach the building.

“You can put me down.” You would widen your eyes from how scratchy your voice sounds if you weren't feeling like shit. Even Yoongi glances back at you with raised brows.

“Yeah, right.” he scoffs merely.

“Yoongi.” You try to sound stern, yet it comes out weak which only proves his point.

“And see you crawling to that place? I won't be wasting any more time because of you.”

But that's exactly what you're about to do, you want to say. For all you know, they could leave you there so they don't feel bad as they would if they left you in the woods. Truthfully, you're not sure if they would be capable of that. Maybe Cherry would be. If it were up to her, you wouldn't be here with them. You would be dead by now for sure. Either way, knowing them some more, you don't think they would just leave you here. At least not Xavier and Bruno. You're not sure about Yoongi though.

You keep quiet, not in the mood to bark back and at the end of the day, you should be thankful he's still carrying you – has been for hours – because you're not in the state to walk. You would get nowhere in this state. And you're thankful.

Suddenly, Yoongi starts to move and walk toward the building. You haven't noticed the way his friends got out of it and waved him over with relieved and happy grins, silently telling him it's safe. Though, you've felt the way Yoongi's body relaxed for a second. Relief.

“It's completely empty,” Cherry informs Yoongi, holding the door for him as Xavier is already inside. “Looks like it used to be some sort of a coffee shop. There are stairs that lead to the second floor, it's a one room tiny apartment. Looks like the owner was living here too.” She fills him up with information, smelling the coffee beans from one of the jars.

“I would kill for a cup of coffee.” Bruno whines a little when Cherry angles the jar to him to have a sniff.

Of course, the electricity doesn't work anymore. Which you don't need right now but it could come useful when the nighttime falls. Yoongi makes his way upstairs along with Bruno while Xavier and Cherry stay downstairs, checking the place out some more. You hear them chuckling, but it's all distant when you make it upstairs as Bruno brushes past Yoongi to help him open the door. The staircase is quite narrow, only walls accompanying it with no railing whatsoever which makes it tough, especially when you're still in Yoongi's arms.

In the end they manage, stepping over the doorstep.

When they look around, they find the apartment really tiny because it is one room indeed. A small bed right there with a tiny kitchen. There's a wooden nightstand next to the bed and other furniture. The walls are in plain color and despite the dust coats the furniture, this place seems to not be in a bad state at all. They've seen worse for sure. There's only one door and it surely leads to a bathroom.

“Did you check that room too?” Yoongi still asks Bruno just in case.

“Yeah, it's a bathroom.” Bruno answers, confirming his thoughts because what else would be there?

You register Yoongi putting you down onto something soft, enough to make you fully awake as you spot his face in front of you before he straightens up. Bruno sits beside your lying figure, checking your temperature again.

“How are you feeling?”

All you can muster is a raise of your brow which makes him chuckle a little.

“I know, sorry.” he apologizes before turning to Yoongi who's looking around the place while saying in the same spot, turning with his back to you. “She's still burning up, Yoongs. She needs meds.”

“What could it be?”

“I don't know. Anything,” Bruno answers truthfully. You're reminded of his past. He was supposed to be a doctor. Would be if the world hadn't turned shit. “Flu, maybe even inflammation. I'm guessing she needs antibiotics, asap.”

Yoongi rubs his face frustratedly, staring at the ceiling and spotting a few spider webs.

“What am I supposed to do?” Yoongi mutters to Bruno, something that isn't for your ears anyway. You do hear him though.

“I'm just telling you. She can't continue in this shape.” Bruno states the obvious which makes Yoongi scoff because of course he knew that. “We need to break the fever.”

“And how are you planning on doing that?”

“First of all, she needs to stay hydrated and she needs rest. But that won't break the fever. A cold shower would be the best, but I'm sure the water isn't working either. Meds are the only thing that are the most reliable though.”

“Fuck,” Yoongi sighs, leaning his head back.

“Xav, Cher! Bring me my backpack!” Bruno yells, hoping for the two to hear them. You flinch at his sudden loud voice and he silently apologizes.

You hear footsteps until they're upstairs in the room, bringing Bruno his backpack. He starts rummaging through it and hands you an unopened bottle of water.

“Oh look, the princess is sleeping.” Cherry remarks, sounding almost evil when she sees your awful state. Your hair is sweaty and so is your skin. You look like a mess and you don't even need a mirror for that.

Xavier sighs beside her but keeps his mouth shut, probably too tired to argue with Cherry. Bruno gives her an unappreciative look while Yoongi just pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Cher, cut it off.” he mutters under his breath.

“Why?” she teases, “We're stuck here because of her, aren't we?”

“Here we go again.” Xavier whispers, shaking his head as Yoongi glares at her.

“We're quite aware, Cherry. No need to point that out every fucking second.”

Even Yoongi sounds annoyed by Cherry's constant jabs. It definitely doesn't help the situation, not when no solution was made. Bruno gives you an apologetic smile and motions for you to lift up yourself.

You are resting on your shaky elbows as you take the bottle from him. “It's sparkling water. Probably a pure hell for your sore throat, but you need to drink.”

“How do you know I have a sore throat?” you ask. Well, it is quite a common symptom when having a cold or flu, but still, you never mentioned it to him.

“Your voice is scratchy, you try to swallow often to prevent yourself from the pain and you make a painful grimace every time you do it.” he informs you with a teasing smile. He's good. Attentive.

You drink the sparkling water, cringing when it hits your throat but Bruno encourages you to keep drinking. You haven't drank for hours now, you're sure none of you have.

When you're done, leaving only a small amount inside, Bruno sets it on the nightstand and tells you to lay back down to have some rest. Meanwhile Xavier finds a thin blanket in the dark wooden dresser as he covers your body with it.

“There's a town nearby. We saw some buildings from the hill. It's worth trying.”

“Trying for what?” Cherry asks Bruno, narrowing her sharp eyes at him as he sighs.

“To find some medication for Y/N–”

“You can't be serious! I'm not gonna risk my life because of her! We need to get to Johnny, Taehyung, Zoya!”

“You're free to stay here, Cher.” Bruno remarks, causing her to fume as she crosses her arms over her chest like a child. “Besides, we need some food too. I don't know about Yoongi and Y/N, but we're almost out of food and water. We would have to stop by and find something eventually either way. And along the way we can find and bring meds to Y/N. We should have some in our backpacks anyway, this could've happened to any of us. Still can. We need to be prepared.”

“Ben's right,” Yoongi agrees much to Cherry's annoyance. “I'm not happy about this, but we need food.”

“We'll go.” Bruno stands up.

“But we just found each other.” Yoongi protests, knowing someone has to go. “I'll go.”

“What difference does it make?” Bruno questions him.

“I can't let you risk your lives.”

“I can go with Yoongi.” Wasn't she against going at all? “What? He can't go alone.”

“Someone has to stay with Y/N. I think Yoongi should stay.”

“What? Why?” Cherry reacts straight away.

“Because he's the strongest and if only one can stay here with Y/N, it should be him. She's safest with him and Yoongi,” he calls out to Yoongi, who makes the man look at him. “You know it's better to go and look for stuff in a group. Preferably as big as possible, it makes things easier and safer.”

He knows because they've experienced it together. He taught them that.

“Xav can stay behind–but me and Cher could–”

“No, I'm going too. I wanna help.” Xavier butts in, whining a little in the process.

“There's no need for more people to stay here. It looks safe here but you never know.” Bruno talks straight to Yoongi who seems to be in thought. In the end, he makes a weak nod.

“I don't like this,” He makes sure his group knows it. “I don't want you guys to risk lives with me being stuck here.”

“So come with us.” Cherry makes it sound so easy, too easy that it makes Bruno scoff under his breath at her ignorance toward you. “Since when do you care for her?”

“I don't,” Yoongi snaps, growing tired of Cherry's behavior as he makes it known by giving her a sharp look. “But someone has to stay here with her. And I won't let one of you stay here. What if another group comes here and threatens you? What if they hurt one of you? What if they kill you?”

“Risks are everywhere, Yoongi and you know that. Whether someone stays here or goes to the town, any of us can get killed.”

That's no news.

“Cherry, I get your point but didn't you hear everything I said before?” Bruno deadpans which leaves Xavier to snort under his breath. That earns him a glare from her but he innocently shrugs while Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Fine. But I'm only doing this so we can get the food and what we need.”

“Yes, we gathered that. We're aware.” Xavier mutters which earns him another glare.

“When are we leaving?”

“Now,” Bruno runs fingers through his hair as he sighs. “We should leave now while it's bright. Preferably find the closest store and come back. If we don't make it till the nighttime, we should find somewhere to stay and wait until the morning. Then we come back.”

“What about Y/N? Is she gonna make it without meds?” Xavier voices out his concern as the group looks at you, a shaky breath leaving past your dry lips as you clutch onto the blanket.

“She's gonna have to.” Bruno says softly under his breath. “Don't worry, kid. She's not dying.” he assures him as he passes him, gently squeezing his shoulder as he sighs.

“Alright, let's go.” Cherry prompts, checking the knives in one of her boots and pants.

“Be careful, guys.” Yoongi tells them, following them down the stairs.

“It seems like the door can be locked. Lock yourselves, Yoongi. If it's us, we're gonna knock.” Bruno tells him.

Yoongi only nods, staring at Xavier. “Be careful, kid.”

“Hyung,” Xavier whines.

“Alright, alright,” The man chuckles. “Stay alive.”

“Of course.” he assures him.

“Yoongs,” Bruno catches Yoongi's attention again. “Y/N. I don't know about the water, but if it's working–you need to break her fever at least that way.”

“Why didn't we do that? We should help her.” Bruno hears Xavier behind him as Cherry snorts loudly.

“Are you offering?” she teases him, which makes the youngest frown at her.

“If it's needed then yes.”

“One look at bare tits and you're gonna pop up boner,” she continues to tease him as Xavier clenches his jaw. “Besides, you're going with us.”

“Stop provoking him, Cherry,” Yoongi mutters, “Okay, I'll see what I can do.” he says to Bruno who nods.

“We'll be back. Don't worry.” he assures him, giving him a hug as the two men slap each other's backs.

Xavier goes to hug his hyung too, the hug lingering for a moment longer as Xavier shoots him a confident grin. He's always been confident, not showing his fears. It's evident Yoongi is scared for Xavier's life. He saved him and he's just a kid. He has learned to fight thanks to him, spent hours teaching him how to fight and kill undeads. All he can manage is to give him a weak smile back.

Cherry comes up to Yoongi with a little smirk, looking confident in a different way as her red hair is up in a high ponytail. She doesn't hug him like the rest, though she rests her lips against his cheek as she pulls away with a smirk.

They share a look before Yoongi looks at all of them. “Be safe.”

“You too.”

And just like that, they're out of the door. Yoongi locks the door, making his way upstairs where he finds you in the same position. He goes to check the bathroom, finding it small as fuck but it's not like he expected it to be the other way. This whole building is tiny and he wonders if this establishment was doing good, considering it's almost in the middle of nowhere and looks very… modest.

He turns a tap on, a weird sound resounding in the small room until shockingly, water starts to drip down. It's cold, but it's water. He's close to chuckling in disbelief. This place has to have its own water system. He thought that could be the case, considering it's not really a part of town but anything is possible.

He turns off the water, going back to the room. You weakly open your eyes and turn your head to look at him when you hear the sound of his boots squeaking against the wooden floor. You look around, trying to see the others just to find an empty room.

“It's just the two of us again, dove.” Yoongi informs you. “Care for a shower?” he smirks.

“No.”

Protesting weakly as soon as Yoongi tries to make you stand, he ignores your complaints as he finally hoists you up. Arm around your wait, he holds you to his side.

“Yes. Bruno said to break your fever.”

He only informed you of the others whereabouts. You'd laugh at the universe for leaving you with Yoongi again. He seems to ignore your constant protests and complains as he gets you to a tiny bathroom you've never seen before.

“The water works, I don't know for how long, so you need to be quick.”

There's a bathtub that looks kind of high, you're not sure you'll be able to get inside on your own and seeing Yoongi, you start to protest even more.

“Listen dove,” he holds you when you stumble, causing you to stare at him perplexed. “I'd rather do other things than getting you into a shower. You have a fever that needs to be broken, you're all sweaty and you stink.”

You glare at him but he doesn't seem to care about any of that.

“I'll leave you to it if you manage on your own,” You both doubt you would. “Or I'll keep my eyes closed. Trust me, I'm not too keen on seeing you naked.”

You're anything but attractive right now, you're aware of it. Amongst the other issues you're facing on a daily basis, you're also sick and looking like shit.

“It's going to help you.” he says in the end, making sure you stare into his eyes as nothing but honesty – and maybe a little annoyance – seeps through them. “But fine. Do what you want.” he says, his hands no longer touching you as he gets them off as if you just burned him.

You stumble, catching yourself on the white ceramic sink as he walks away. He even shuts the door. Cursing is on the tip of your tongue but the sickness you're experiencing blocks it. You're close to crying. From frustration and because of how bad you feel. Your headache is so strong that you feel like dying. Maybe that's a bit dramatic, but it definitely feels like it. You haven't eaten anything in the last twenty-four hours and yet your stomach feels like it can't get anything inside it, or else you're going to puke.

You start undressing yourself, giving a glance to the towel Yoongi has found in the drawers. It's for the better that you don't think how long it's been in that drawer and how many mites it might have. With the universe's help, you somehow manage to undress yourself to full nudity and get yourself to the bathtub. You turn on the water just as you sit down, whimpering when the freezing water touches your skin.

You notice a small and used bar of soap at the edge of the bathtub, but you don't reach for it and clean yourself like you would if you were healthy. You feel like fainting and the freezing water hitting your hot skin makes you shiver. Everything downs on you and before you know it, your tears slide down your cheeks and get mixed with the water.

“You okay in there?” Yoongi asks through the door.

You're not sure what you yell in return, or what you try to yell with your weak voice. Reaching for the soap and almost gagging at the single hair stuck on it, you get it off before you start cleaning yourself. Not even the freshness makes you feel better. And when you try to get onto your legs to clean them too, you slip and catch yourself just in time. But not in time to prevent the awkward squeak your feet make and the yelp that leaves your mouth.

The door is pushed open before you can cover yourself. “I'm not looking.” Yoongi informs you right away with a palm covering his eyes.

“I'm okay.” you assure him quietly, turning off the water once the soap is off your body.

You're shivering, asking Yoongi to hand you the towel as your arms are doing a poor job to hide your boobs and naked pussy. Thankfully, Yoongi has kept his promise and he's not indeed looking. He hands you the towel where he thinks you'll reach. You do, thanking him and immediately hugging the material around you, completely forgetting about mites or even the smell. You don't smell anything, so you guess the towel was really clean. It might miss the freshness of a fabric softener, but it's better than if it stunk.

“I'm–decent.” you tell him, watching him slowly take his hand off.

He watches you standing in the bathtub, shivering as a scared puppy. “You need help to get out of there?”

Your head continues to throb and your body grows weaker, you can feel it and that's why you nod, followed by a soft; “Please.”

You bite back any surprised squeal when he wraps his arm around your waist, while the other goes under your knees just like before. He hoists you into his arms in one swift movement, holding you a bridal style as he gets you out of the tiny bathroom. He sets you onto the bed, smirking when he sees you clutching the towel to your body.

“Get under the blanket,” he says, “I'm gonna take a shower too.”

He brushes his hand through his thick and long hair to get it off his face, showing you his sharp jawline for a split second as he turns around and goes to take a quick shower. You listen to him, getting under the blanket as you keep shivering, clutching the cheap material. You close your eyes, listening to water dripping down until it stops and Yoongi comes out in a pair of boxers. Wait–what?!

He tosses his clothes to the side, rummaging through the drawers in a curiosity and maybe a hope to find something.

You suddenly get a flashback of the time back at the lake, where all you saw was Yoongi's exposed back. But now, the man is practically naked in front of you and he seems completely unfazed. He hasn't even checked if you're awake or looking!

You sound like a pervert, but you catch the toned stomach of his and board shoulders. He looks more lean now than underneath all those clothes. Mentally shaking your head at yourself, you close your eyes again and keep them like that until you hear him groan as he shuts the drawer.

Yoongi finds you staring, “What?”

He fully turns around, showing you his toned stomach again along with his fully naked and clean chest. It's not only his lack of clothing that catches your attention, but it's the happy little trail that slowly disappears under his black boxers. And fuck! There's an evident softened bulge inside his underwear and you have a hard time believing that thing is soft. Your shock must've been evident because Yoongi makes a noise, something that's very close to amusement. He's smirking when you quickly look him in the eyes.

“Never seen a topless man?”

You clear your throat, swallowing the hurtful lump as you find yourself saying; “You're more than a topless man.”

“You've never seen more than a topless man then?”

He's so annoying. Despite your state, he's enjoying the silence and has the audacity to laugh at this bizarre conversation. You're not in the mood for him to make fun of you. Besides, you are quite embarrassed to be caught ogling him. You're sick for fuck sake!. Sick, but not blind, your conscience whispers.

“Are you planning to stay naked?”

He chuckles, close to asking Is this naked? But he doesn't. “Says the woman who's wearing only her towel underneath all that.”

“I'm sick. What's your excuse?”

He lifts the corner of his lips, “I don't need an excuse. But if you must know, it's freaking hot in here and my clothes are dirty as fuck.”

Now that he thinks about it, he could wash his clothes with the soap he used in the bathroom. At least it's something. It might not make it completely clean but at least it can get rid of something and the smell. They stink of soil and dirt.

“I'm going downstairs to check things.”

That makes your head lift up and Yoongi is met with concern all over your face.

“Relax. The door is locked and we're alone here.”

That seems to make you relax as you give him a soft nod. Not that Yoongi cares as he puts his pants on along with his boots. He remains topless, not forgetting to grab his gun and knife too just in case before he makes it downstairs.

You continue to shiver, left alone as the silence slowly lulls you to another useless sleep.

Yoongi's neck is crooked backwards as he sits on an old stool with eyes fully closed and mouth agape. His hair naturally follows the direction of his leaned head, the position making even you cringe from the evident discomfort. You barely remember anything since you fell asleep, the towel still wrapped around your body though more messily, and Yoongi going downstairs is the pinpoint memory you vividly remember.

You're not aware of how many times you've gently opened your eyes and then closed them right after. The room swallowed in a complete darkness as the night casted upon the sky, while the others haven't come back. The sickness is not any better, your throat seems and feels like a death amongst the still ongoing fever. At least you've managed to get some sleep during the night.

Looking at the leader, it can't be said the same thing for him. Despite his obvious good health and condition, he's surely about to wake up with a massive muscle ache.

Sitting up, you adjust the towel around your body before you clutch it to your clean skin. The blanket follows and you almost hide all traces of your exposed skin. The air is hot and dust can be seen flying in the air as the sun shines through the small, dusty window. Yoongi's wearing his clothes, his shirt too. You wonder why since he talked about its dirtiness yesterday. That much you can remember.

Your nose tickles and just as you rub it, a loud sneeze rips out of your throat and fills the silent room. Yoongi's sleep is interrupted and his neck cracks how fast he moves, a painful grimace scrunching his entire face as his hand rubs the back of his neck. But still, he looks alarmed as he looks around just to find you across the room, staring at him with apologetic eyes.

“Fucking hell, dove.” he curses under his breath, resting his elbow on his knee as the arms stay rested between his legs, while the other goes to rub his neck again.

“Sorry.”

Your apology is ignored but you don't take it to heart. He seems already uncomfortable as he is, which would explain his lack of response. Or maybe he just wants to ignore you. It's Yoongi after all.

Looking around, you find the bottle that Ben gave you completely empty. You've drank from it during the night but you were so out of it that you don't remember any of it.

Yoongi stands up, stretches his arms before looking out of the window. He watches the view for a while until he gives up and turns around with a sight. No sight of others. He needs to keep a cool head. You're clueless about him finding a jar of, possibly good coffee because it surely couldn't run bad after a few months, and mixed it with his last remaining water. It's the only thing that got him through the night. But even in the end, his body gave up and he fell asleep. On a fucking stool that has made his neck and back feel like on fire.

“We've had a few protein and chocolate bars in our backpacks. I gathered all of them,” he says without looking at you, pointing at the top of the dresser. “I don't know when the others are coming back,” he stops for a second, “But this is all we have. You should eat something.”

He hopes they will come back. It's the main priority at the moment. But he also fucking hopes they'll bring more food. A few sweetened bars won't guarantee anyone's daily intake of nutritions. He's starting to get thin. All of you do. His muscles are slowly gone and he can barely do push-ups like he used to, because there's nothing much to do if you're not trying to search for more food or shelter or killing undeads. If he's going to put energy into working out and making himself stronger physically, he also needs to eat more. Which he had to stop doing because then he would end up even more hungry than usual.

The apocalypse affects every single thing. Nothing is normal anymore. This is the new normal.

He walks up to a dresser and opens one of the protein bars, slowly munching on it to savor the taste. Sitting on the bed, you lean your back against the wall and watch him until he grabs one of the other bars and tosses it into your lap. “Eat.”

Arching your brow at the demanding tone, you pull your hands under the blanket and slowly start unwrapping the vanilla flavored protein bar. God, you've eaten so many of those. You don't know what real food tastes like anymore.

“Are you still having a fever?” he asks, resting his elbow against the dresser as he leans against the piece of furniture.

You shrug your shoulders which makes him roll his eyes. After he's done eating, he walks up to you with confident and sharp steps before he's pressing his palm against your forehead. It causes your head to bump against the wall because you didn't expect him to approach you like this, let alone to touch you and be so careless about it.

He ignores your groan just like your glare, looking ahead as he hums. “You still have one.”

That explains the headache and everything that comes with it.

“What are we going to do?” you ask quietly, your throat feeling like there are thousands of razors inside it.

Yoongi sighs, straightening as he tosses the empty wrap to the floor. “Wait.”

There's nothing much you two can do. Especially you in your state. You stay in the bed, curled up while you contemplate whether you want to throw up the only food you've got in your stomach or not. You're even weaker than in the morning, even moving your legs a tiny bit hurts like hell. Your whole body aches. Are you dying? So desperate and helpless that you've asked yourself this question too many times.

That's until there's a knock on the door downstairs. Yoongi springs out of the stool, the stairs creaking under his heavy black boots until you hear chattering. You're sure there's a laughter of joy and triumph. Or maybe you're already hallucinating. It surely feels like it.

One moment you hear them and the next, there's Ben hovering over the bed. His mouth opens but you can barely tell what he's saying.

“This is not looking well,” Bruno comments, just as Cherry informs Yoongi about their quick journey. “Look what I got for you.” He sounds happy and you want to smile, but it seems like the hardest task.

“What…” you whisper, “What is it?”

“Your key to being healthy again.”

While Bruno helps you to swallow some pills, you're close to vomit them but he practically has his palm over your mouth, forcing you to swallow them down. You know it's only for your good. The meds he's trying to get to you is your only solution like he said. You can't waste them.

“I know, I know.” he says, looking away apologetically as you whine but force yourself to swallow them with water in your mouth.

“We've found only a little of these,” Cherry fills up Yoongi as she and Xavier empty their backpacks.

Yoongi is met with a few cans of beans, old crackers and… lollipops? There are a few cans of coke and flavored soda. But it's not much. It will have to do.

“But,” Cherry starts. “We saw another store across the building. It was surrounded by dozens of undeads, we wanted to go there but we already had our stuff and well…”

“Bruno said we need to hurry to take the meds to Y/N. The space around the store was surrounded by undeads anyway… we had to act quickly. But hyung–”

“We can go back.” Bruno finishes.

The room is silent, minus your heavy breathing coming from across the door while the leader looks at each of them. “No.”

“Yoongi–”

“No. You said the store is surrounded by undeads.”

“We can take them.” Xavier sounds sure.

“Yeah, sure. We're not gonna risk that.” The leader disagrees and leaves the youngest frowning.

“We can take them, Yoongi. The store seemed to be untouched.”

“And what if there are undeads inside? You don't know what's hiding behind those walls and a door. Anything could be there.” Yoongi's voice is stern, not liking this idea even if he knows what they've brought is not going to last long. Eventually, they would have to stop and search for more again.

And maybe they won't be lucky enough next time to find an abandoned small town with only a few undeads there. He knows this is a good opportunity. He can't risk them going again.

“We mapped out the streets and the way there. We know exactly how to get there.” Cherry sounds persistent, pushing the leader knowing this is what they should do. Even Yoongi knows it. But sometimes even he needs a little push.

He is the brain of everything. He often chooses to think with his head rather than a heart. But with losing Zoya, Taehyung and Johnny, this doesn't feel good. It never does.

“Yoongi, she has the meds. She's gonna feel better soon. Meanwhile she needs her rest and for the meds to work, we can grab more food and gain more strength. I know we're rushing to the center, but you said it yourself, we need a break. This is a good shelter for now, we can't stay here for long but long enough for us to bring more food, eat and then continue on our journey.”

Yoongi walks away, making his way to the window as he leans against the frame. Palms over the dark wood and head hung low, he groans before straightening. “When do you want to leave?”

“As soon as possible.” Bruno answers.

“We got to eat something in the store. We spent the night there just like we told you.”

It's only now that you notice the traces of blood on their clothes.

“I also found this.” Cherry says, pulling something out of her backpack.

Yoongi's met with toothbrushes, a hairbrush, hair ties and… razors?

“What? They're essentials!” she exclaims once she sees Yoongi's raised brow. Bruno and Xavier laughs and the moment between the group doesn't suddenly seem to be so serious.

She stops just as she's about to brush past Yoongi, her plump lips stretching to a confident smile as her finger traces his bottom lip. “You could use shaving.”

Xavier gags in the distance as Yoongi simply watches Cherry to back off with a smirk. She grabs something off the table and just as Bruno starts talking to Yoongi about their next plan, none of them pay her attention.

You watch her approaching the bed where you're lying, an amused smirk on her face. It's as if she's enjoying how awful you look. And your suffering.

But then she does something surprising, crouches beside the bed as she tosses the new toothbrush and a man's razor next to you. “You could surely use some of this too.”

You gulp, shock evident on your face. “Thank you.”

“This is heaven for women these days.” And she's not wrong.

She seems to be in a good mood, standing up and no longer paying you any attention as she joins the rest of the group. While the meds start to kick in and slowly lull you back to sleep, the last thing you hear is.

“Handsome, you said the water is working, right? Fuck, I need a shower.”

The three of them leave the first thing in the morning. There are no hugs and emotional goodbyes because all of them hope they'll see each other again. Xavier's shoulder is squeezed by Yoongi as the youngest gives him an encouraging smile.

Minutes before sunrise, Bruno went to your room and informed you about the meds dosage. Just to be sure, he also informed Yoongi who frowned the entire time, unmistakably found it bothersome that he's once again left behind to take care of you.

“Don't worry, you'll feel better each day when taking the meds.” It was the last sentence Bruno told you before he went downstairs, ready to join the group on their next journey.

Once they leave the air is… dry and empty. Yoongi busies himself by wandering around the house. Maybe he doesn't want to be in your presence as you keep sleeping throughout the entire day.

He still grumbles in the evening, shaking you awake to take your meds. You would've forgotten if it weren't for him. Though you don't say it out loud, you both know it.

Two days have passed and none of them have returned. It's affecting Yoongi and though he barely speaks, you see his nerves are on the edge. You also feel better. Bruno was right.

Your energy is back – at least some amount is. Bed is abandoned during the day and you keep yourself awake. There's nothing much to do though. Yoongi has been taking walks around the building. It clears his mind and keeps him occupied.

Something you get inspired to do too as the fresh air fills your lungs. While Yoongi stands outside, leaning against the building as his sharp eyes watch you, you do mindless circles around the entire building. There's zero communication. Not until you decide to break it in the middle of the day.

“Teach me how to fight again.”

Yoongi looks in your direction, no particular expression decorating his face until he lets out a mere scoff.

“What?” you question with an attitude. “You wanted me to get better at it.”

“In order for you to get better at something, you actually have to know how to do it.”

Pressing your lips together, irritation stings in your chest as you glare the hell out of him. “What's there to do anyway?”

For the past two days, you've been feeling well. Well enough to do some activity rather than do a mindless walk, constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure there is no threat. And you're not only feeling well because you've showered and used the razor Cherry so kindly gave you. Maybe she's not your number one fan – which can't be said about you when it comes to her – but you felt like dropping to your knees for her the moment you used it. You felt like a human again. For a moment, you felt more comfortable and clean in your own body, acting as if you're in your bathroom back home and doing your nightly routine.

Even when the water was freezing and you were shivering the entire time.

You're sitting on the bed, staring at Yoongi from across the room as his typical frowning expression stares right back at you.

“You're still on meds.” he points out the obvious.

Your reaction comes automatically. “Aw, are you worried about me?”

“Get up.” he spits out.

You don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch, settling on a pleased smile instead.

This time, Yoongi settles onto not using knives but besides that, it's pretty much similar to the first time he tried to teach you how to fight. Your body is stronger, still not strong enough but you try your best to show off your skills. A lack of them but you're still trying. That counts, right?

Yoongi wins every single time. Not that's much of a surprise. Again, he reminds you of your advantages against the undeads.

“It's better for you to learn how to fight humans too. You don't know who you might come into contact with.”

The raw truth rings in your ears throughout the entire session – or whatever you would call it. Yoongi is rough, his voice cold but continues to give you key points.

“You're weak.” he says sternly, motioning that you would be killed by now because of your wrong move.

“At least I'm trying, no?” you question, swallowing down the irritation from his coldness.

You continue, trying to surprise him with a quick attack but before you can even get close to him, Yoongi wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you to him. His other hand motions to your neck where he could easily stab you.

“You're fucking weak.”

You're not sure if he means it currently or overall. Though compliments are surely not expected from the tough man, the words sting. Your face fails you and you frown, making sure he sees the glare you're shooting in his direction. He's nowhere near tired like you, leaving only you panting as his hold on your wrist doesn't leave.

Being in this position makes you realize how close you're to him. The faint stable that was there just a few days ago is gone. He smells like the cheap soap that's left in the bathroom. There's a tiny mole on his cheek, once you've failed to notice before. Realizing you're studying his features up close, you swallow and quickly look at him, hoping he hasn't seen it. But he has. His eyes are set on you, a slow frown making it on his face again before he pushes you off him.

You stumble, stabilizing yourself just at the right time as you glare at him. He ignores it, huffing as he sits under the window, leaning against the old wall.

Caressing your wrist, you sigh at the silence again as he seems to give up. You don't push him to continue though. You're starting to feel in your body that excessive exercise is taking its toll on you.

Before you talk yourself out of it, you make your way toward him and sit just beside him. You ignore the side-eye he gives you as you wipe the dust off your pants. Sighing, you lean your head against the hard wall.

“How did you learn how to fight?” you ask.

“Experience.” he answers dryly, no longer looking at you.

You scoff. “Wow, shocking.” you mutter.

“We're not friends.” he reminds you.

“I'm not trying to be your friend,” Don't flatter yourself, you think. “I'm just trying to be friendly.”

“Don't be friendly then. I don't need you to be friendly.”

What an asshole!

“We're stuck here alone, not communicating. I don't know about you, but the silence is driving me crazy. Not to mention it's not healthy.”

“I'm fine.”

You huff out loud, shaking your head at him. Dropping gaze down to your nails – nails you're biting because there's nothing you could cut them with – you play with them. You were never a girl to have a perfect manicure but damn… the sight of your nails pains you.

You glance at Yoongi, seeing his head leaned with his eyes closed. One leg outstretched while the other is folded where he lets his elbow rest. You watch his veiny hands, quickly looking away before you could get caught by Yoongi's dark and sharp eyes. Busted is what you don't want to be at the moment. Certainly not by the devil himself.

But being here alone, stuck with Yoongi more times than you were with others, makes you miss the social part of life. Sure, things are different now. But even with a human like Yoongi, you miss having a normal conversation.

“When the virus spread and no one knew what it really was, I was jobless and in a city where I knew no one. I felt so lost, many people lost their jobs because of the virus, me included. That was a really dark time for anyone. But when I saw the news, people turned into these monsters… I never thought it could get darker than that.”

“I don't care.” Yoongi grumbles.

Pressing your lips together, you gather yourself before taking a breath. “And then people in my building started turning into undeads. I heard the growls and screams through the walls… It was the most terrific sound I've ever heard.”

Yoongi says he doesn't care, but he still sits on the same spot and doesn't move an inch.

“Anyway, as you know and could tell… I didn't have the courage to open the door. I don't think I would if I wasn't out of food.”

Giving him yet another glance, you find his eyes open as he rubs his point finger and thumb together to maybe distract himself.

“You would run out of food at some point.” he comments under his breath.

Hiding the tiny smirk, you nod in agreement. “Yeah. But I hoped I would withstand it for a little bit longer than that.”

He snickers, “You're lucky to be alive.”

And that you know.

“What… What was your first experience with undead?”

Yoongi stays silent, not that's a shock either. Just when you think he's not going to respond and damage your ego like he's been doing ever since you met him, he licks his lips and stops his fingers from rubbing.

“It was actually a couple of them.”

“Oh.”

He sighs, “I was at the police station. We had a training field behind the building. The station was connected with a training center and I was just about to train some kids.”

You only hum.

“The outside field was fenced,” He closes his eyes gently again, as if he's visualizing the memory. “I was in the middle of training when I heard growls, people screaming and a lot of blood. Everyone panicked and started running. Some of the undeads were trying to get to us, but the fence held them off. I…” he sighs.

“I tried to get their attention so the rest of us could escape. I've managed to escape too, but before I could return to the police station, undeads my–my coworkers were coming out of there. They were bitten, some of them screaming for help.”

Your experience is different. While you were in the safety of your home, Yoongi was out there, seeing it for the first time with his own eyes. What you've seen on television, reporters yelling for people to find a shelter or stay home while they could.

That was the last time television was still going.

“You were an officer?”

You don't know why you sound so surprised. Now that you think about it, it shouldn't be so surprising at all. But knowing him like this… you've never thought Yoongi before this was a police officer.

“Surprised?” he chuckles.

“No,” you answer automatically, shaking your head. “I mean… I was just a second ago but… it makes sense?” you question.

Yoongi looks at you, eyes telling you to elaborate without even saying anything. You already know that look.

“Well… you're the leader. You're brave, know how to fight, you own a gun–”

“Anyone can own a gun now.”

You frown as you ignore him. “You also weigh the consequences, you're the most logical out of everyone, you consider other alternatives before making a proper decision. And… you've got this dominance inside you which I guess naturally makes people follow you. Among other things.”

Yoongi looks at you, head leaned as a lazy smirk makes it on his lips as he cocks a brow at you.

“You're still an idiot though.” you shrug, a silent snicker escaping his mouth.

“This idiot has saved your life… a couple of times.”

“As you never fail to remind me.” you react right away. “Either way… aren't most officers assholes?”

“What were you doing as a job?”

“Worked at a daycare.”

“You shouldn't be judging anyone then.”

“Hey!” you exclaim, offended but your lips twitch when you notice Yoongi's faint smirk.

“I never wanted to be an officer, actually.”

“No?” you don't feign shock. “So why were you?”

“My dad was one too. He wanted me to follow his path. Not because of some selfish reasons of his own, but because I was always interested in his work. We trained together. He used to bring me to the shooting range, mom wasn't happy about it.”

“As she shouldn't.”

Yoongi just glares, making you shut your mouth.

This is rare. Yoongi talking. Let alone about his personal life which makes you listen to him attentively.

“As a kid I wanted to be like him. But as I was growing, I didn't exactly know what I wanted to do. Before I knew it I was in a police academy. Done my military service as soon as possible. I don't know… when I got the job, it felt like it was meant for me to do. I suddenly felt like the little kid whose dream just came true.”

“That's cute.”

He glares again.

“Doesn't matter anymore,” he mutters, getting to his feet. “None of it.”

And he walks away, leaving you all alone on the dusty floor with thoughts running wild.

When the nighttime falls and Yoongi is forced to come back, you're already lying in the bed fully awake. You haven't been nearly as productive as Yoongi today. After the awfully personal conversation (though it could be considered as a casual conversation between two people stuck in an apocalypse) you've caught him running laps around the building. Perhaps he's upset with himself for opening up to you. You're not his favorite person – he's not yours either. But you don't mind sharing a part of your life before all of this with him. Maybe it's because you secretly crave understanding and empathy. Something that might never come when it comes to Yoongi. Not with you anyway.

The floor creaks beneath his bulky boots, surely worn out like any article of clothing both of you currently wear. He doesn't make any sound, though you doubt it's because of his previously mentioned (and impossible) empathy of you possibly sleeping. Regardless, he's quiet as he sits down on the chair where he has been falling asleep since you arrived here, preparing for tonight's sleep.

Yoongi might lack empathy when it comes to you, but you surely can't shake the annoying feeling of it at the thought of him sleeping there another night. You could switch with him. But the thought of trying to sleep on that freaking chair already makes your body ache. You've been feeling better and maybe you could sacrifice yourself tonight.

Now that you think of it – maybe he's empathic after all. He's been letting you sleep in a bed – even though you've been sick and unable to even sit – but still. He has chosen to sleep on the chair and you mentally gasp at the whole realization. You're stupid for not thinking of it earlier.

You turn to the right side, seeing a perfect view of his shadow and the shape of his body. The blanket and pillow rustles by the movement and you lick your lips to prepare yourself.

Why are you suddenly so… nervous?

Your heart's beating too fast.

Yoongi's possible reaction might be the cause of it.

“Yoongi?”

A beat of silence before…

“Hm?”

He sounds both annoyed and tired. You don't see him but you could easily imagine his eyes closed, barely paying you any attention. The second part you don't have to imagine at all.

You fumble with your fingers, pinching your forefinger in the end. “You should sleep in this bed.”

If your suggestion catches him off guard, you wouldn't know because of the following silence.

“I mean… It's big enough for the two of us. I'll just scooch to the side. The chair is surely uncomfortable.”

Why is this so awkward? Your whole face is heating up.

Not knowing what Yoongi's expression is right now makes it worse. Or possibly better. You don't know what's worse! And the silence is killing you.

“You want us to share a bed?”

You can't pinpoint the tone he asks with. Did he just deadpan? Did he just ask it with a subtle sarcastic tone? Or was it just a simple question?

“Or we could just switch. I'll take the chair.” You sit up as you quickly add, mentally calling yourself for stupid to even consider you two sharing a bed. It's not like you want to! You were just trying to be nice and considerate.

You've noticed the lack of sleep on his face. Not mentioning the visible dark bags under his eyes. He's not your favorite person in this world – even in the middle of the zombie apocalypse – but you're not an asshole.

“You wouldn't be able to sleep here for five minutes.” Yoongi chuckles mockingly.

That could be the truth but you're more than willing to prove him wrong. Even if you wouldn't be able to fall into a deep slumber. Or any at this point.

“Doesn't matter,” you mutter, sighing in annoyance. “Are you taking the bed or not?” you ask dryly, not amused as he stands up.

Taking the hint, you mentally sigh again as you take the blanket to get it off your warm body. The temperature in this room is warm, almost hot, that's why you shed the pants before Yoongi came here and stayed in your underwear only. Luckily, there's no light here and maybe Yoongi could tell by the shadows, you don't mind that much. You'll just have to get dressed because there's no way you will try to fall asleep on a single chair with nothing on you. Even in this heat, not having a blanket sounds awful.

You're not sure how Yoongi has slept there for more than one night.

“Lay down,” Yoongi stops you from getting out of bed, at least his voice does as he grumbles those two words at you. “Don't make this any more awkward.”

You scoff in disbelief, laying back down with your side pressed to the cold wall. “I'm not making anything awkward!” you exclaim.

“Sure.” he mutters quietly, getting to the bed but not before you dryly gulp at the outline of his figure as he takes off some of his clothes. You see him tugging his shirt over his head, followed by his pants and boots as they clack against the floor.

Then the stiff mattress dips under his weight. While your mind is trying to process that you and him are in the same bed, a small single bed, Yoongi tugs onto the blanket you've had safely wrapped around your body. You click your tongue, a sound of annoyance comes from you but as always, Yoongi successfully ignores it and covers some parts of his body.

You're more wide awake than before. The heat radiates off his body, letting you know just as close he is. The scent of cheap soap sticks to his skin just as it does to yours, but surprisingly you find it more pleasing. Shaking yourself out of the moment of stupidity, you turn around rather quickly and face the wall. In the midst of it, your ass brushes against Yoongi's stomach and you suck in breath, shutting your eyes tightly.

You acknowledge how warm your body starts to feel like and it's definitely not because of the summer's heat. It's been a long time since you've shared a bed with someone, let alone a man. So long that you can't remember when was the last time.

Despite the obvious dislike and never-ending tension, you don't find it uncomfortable in the slightest to be sharing the small bed with him. To some extent, you hate yourself for actually craving his proximity.

What? Where did that come from?

Maybe it's the loneliness not only you, but the rest of civilization that has survived experiences. It feels nice to just lay beside someone. You've never been one to fully understand astrology, or being aware of all signs of love languages. Until one day you came across one article where the topic of love language has been discussed. You took a test. Turns out your love language is physical touch. Which makes perfect sense.

You should've known it way before taking some random internet test.

You've always loved to hug and be hugged. Or even touched affectionately.

Thinking of it now, you miss it dearly.

You've got no one. You're a lonely wolf despite being in a group of people of all kinds. Now specifically with Yoongi only, but you're still lonely for obvious reasons.

Engrossed in your lonely thoughts, you would've thought Yoongi is already asleep. Turns out he's not, because he's the one clicking his tongue in annoyance once you shift on your spot without realizing.

“Can you stop?” he mutters in frustration.

An apology is on the tip of your tongue but you change your mind, keeping your mouth shut instead. What you do is try to find the right position once again, keeping any physical contact minimum.

“Fucking hell.”

“I'm trying to find the right position!” you whisper harshly, not even sure why because it's not like there's anyone in the building. If you wanted to scream or throw furniture around, you could. Not sure why throwing furniture around came to your mind. But well… you never know with both of you.

“What are you? A puppy?” he asks mockingly.

You throw a glare at him over your shoulder, trying to elbow him in the stomach. It happens quickly and you don't think of any consequences. You should've taken your proximity into account – you definitely should have – but it's too late when your ass brushes against Yoongi's abdomen and evident soft bulge that's resting in his underwear.

Yoongi groans, hand flying to your hip to hold you away at the unexpected contact. A sound of shock and embarrassment leaves your mouth as you quickly turn around, doing the same damage as Yoongi's hand on your hip tightens.

“I'm sorry!” you shriek, voice muffled by the pillow as you glue yourself to the wall.

“Stop fucking moving around.” Yoongi grits, causing you to gasp in offense.

Hand sliding off your waist, you recognize the underlying feeling of disappointment when that happens. You mentally gasp. What the hell! You blame it on hormones. And the fact it's been too freaking long since you were this physically close to someone. Not only in the same bed but a simple touch such as a hand placed over your hip. It lasted short. Almost too short but you quickly shut that thought down.

There's no space or right time to relax since this craziness swallowed the world. You've been on edge ever since the news started reporting the first cases and visual proofs of undeads. Unmistakable fire burns within your body, the familiar but long no see tingling in the pit of your stomach makes your muscles tense.

Lying in a single bed with another person… touching is inevitable. What were you thinking by proposing this? Here you are trying to make the right thing – a good thing – and you get yourself into a bigger mess.

Not even a minute later and your bodies brush again by accident. You hear a sharp intake of breath coming from behind you, belonging to none other than the bane of your existence.

Bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you don't know what overtakes you when you not so subtly shift again. This time your ass directly touches his crotch. It barely lasts a few seconds when Yoongi's hand grips your waist again. Your gasp is audible just as his hold tightens.

“Just what you're about to do, dove?” he asks, voice full of raspiness and something that makes your toes curl.

“Nothing.” you mutter breathlessly.

“Doesn't seem like nothing to me,” he chuckles with a low tone, fingers gripping your flesh, making your skin feverish.

You get a burst of energy all of a sudden, your body responding to a single touch. When his chest brushes against your back, feeling his own skin, that causes your breathing to turn into a rapid heartbeat.

For all you know, this could be a game on Yoongi's part. It's not like you've thought of this often, but since his obvious dislike is nothing new to you or him, you would've thought he's despised at a mere thought of you. Or anything that has to do with you. You catch yourself silently praying this is not a game. Yoongi won't pull away and snort in your ears, voice filled with disgust and amusement. But it doesn't come, not even when you anticipate it.

And then you feel it.

His bulge is no longer soft, it's clearly harder and hardening with each passing second as you brush your ass against him. This time, more obviously. But also this time – you don't care how obvious and bold you are getting.

“Look what you've done.” he rasps, pressing himself between your asscheeks – being just as bold like you – causing you to gasp.

Trying to act as if his words and voice alone don't affect you, you audibly scoff but it comes out way weaker than you or him are used to. “You get hard and it's my fault?”

He might feel just as lonely as you do. After all, people have their needs. Even in the current state of today's world.

Yoongi lets out an amused chuckle behind you. He's no fool. And you weren't subtle at all. You were grinding your ass against his crotch not even five minutes ago. But surprisingly, he doesn't call you out and saves you from embarrassment.

“So, if I looked between these pretty legs, I wouldn't find you dripping?”

He makes no move, waiting for any sort of reaction from you in tonight's darkness. When your breath hitches and your thighs press together, Yoongi knows the answer. That's why he decides to test the waters by inching his hand down to the curve of your ass. He's pressed against you. You can feel him hardening, blood rushing to his cock and just the thought of it makes your head spin – not mentioning you can feel it firsthand.

Oh god.

You're so fucked.

There haven't been many opportunities when you would find yourself thinking about pleasuring yourself. But now… fuck, you're close to whining loudly to just feel something.

Two people. Alone. Lying in the single bed.

You would love to respond with a sarcastic remark. Or get that idea out of his head. To use that smart mouth of yours to give him the final blow. No pun intended! Not in that way anyway! But the truth is, that you don't want to. You do want him to look between your legs. To touch you where you're craving it the most. But you won't tell him that.

“No.” you gulp.

You sound nowhere near confident or sure – something he catches on very easily.

He leans closer, so close that he's spooning you just as his breath fans your ear. You visibly shiver, anticipating his next move just as you secretly wish he would do more.

And when you most expect it, he lets out a breathless chuckle. “Liar.” he whispers knowingly.

He knows. He knows and you hate that you're not bothered by it. Instead, you find pleasure flowing through your body. It curves just as Yoongi's fingers dig into the curve of your ass even more.

“And what if I'm not?” you play along, voice tight which makes him laugh a little.

“Oh, you are,” he laughs again, “Such a fucking liar. You want me to prove it?”

It's a simple question, yet it holds an important meaning. One that almost knocks the breath out of you. “Prove it then.” you say confidently, though your voice quivers which makes him smirk.

Or maybe it's the impatience behind it.

“Spread those legs for me.” he mutters, fingers loosening their pressure as they slide over your asscheek. Holy shit.

Slowly but determinedly, you do just as he says. Yoongi can tell your hesitance at the beginning, not that he blames you. He's not sure what the fuck are you two doing.

Confident in your body – like you haven't been in a while – you silently moan as soon as Yoongi's hand sneaks between your legs. His fingers brush against the thin fabric of your panties, your entire body shivering. It's crazy how much you can feel even with the barrier between you. And then he hooks a finger under your underwear, teasing you for a moment before he spreads your folds with his long fingers.

Your cheeks heathen up when the wetness can be heard by his fingers skillfully rubbing your cunt. He moves to your clit, rubbing it in circles which has you gasping.

“See? Liar,” he cockily comments, not halting his moves like you would expect him to. That's because you can't think at the moment. “So fucking wet.”

“Yoongi.”

Fuck! Why can't you keep your mouth shut? Yoongi is undoubtedly smug over the fact you're moaning his name.

“Hm?”

He teases your opening. “Feels good.”

“I know.”

You scoff with a silent laughter. “Of course you do.”

“Want more?”

“Please.”

“Look at you,” he laughs, putting slight pressure to his fingers but not entering you with them yet. “Polite and all that.”

“Don't sound so smug.”

He chuckles again. Fortunately for you, he decides not to tease (torture) you any further and enters you with his finger. You gasp, reaching behind you as you get a hold of his arm. You squeeze tightly, finger pumping you. Just as you grow accustomed to it, you need to feel more and your lips beg him for it without thinking. He stretches you out with another finger, fucking you with them as he picks up the pace. You're so close to cumming. At some point, you're sure you inform him of it as you desperately chase your high.

Only it's taken away from you as he pulls out his fingers leaving you to whine. The cloud of pleasure and lust slowly fades away and you're left frowning, no longer feeling his hands on you.

“What the fuck. Why would you do that?”

“You think you get to cum so easily?” he asks casually as if his fingers weren't inside of you just a moment ago.

You hear a sucking sound behind you, causing you to freeze. Fuck. Did he just taste you?

“You're such a–”

“Now, now. Take a breath, dove.” he muses behind you, amused while you fume. And then he hooks his hand under your thigh and spreads your legs again.

The blanket has been off your body for quite some time, suddenly chilly air hitting your heated up body and wet core.

“What do you want, dove? Hm?”

You curse. “Whatever you give me.”

Your ego is going to suffer a lot after this.

“My fingers?” he asks, hearing you suck in breath. “Or my cock?”

Gasping, you curse out loud again. Fuck, this is really happening.

“What's it gonna be, dove?”

If you weren't in the middle of this, you would've thought of Yoongi actually giving you an option. All while he's aroused himself, having his hard cock digging into your ass. Just the idea of having him inside of you has you gasping for air.

“Your cock.”

“My cock?” he asks, laughing a little. “You want my cock stretch this wet cunt?”

Who would've thought the usually grumpy and serious Yoongi has such a filthy mouth. Your hormones must go insane because you're clenching around nothing, with only one wish on your mind. And it has everything to do with what he had just asked you.

“Please what?” he muses.

Motherfucker.

“Come on, don't be shy now.”

“Don't make me beg.” you grit through your teeth, your impatience starting to rise.

“I need you to say it, dove.”

You don't look for multiple reasons behind him saying it. It's the tone he uses that makes you confirm your current and lustful wish. “Fuck me.”

You're not thinking straight. Your mind and body are clouded with lust. There's no control over you and all you're aware of, is that this is what you want at the moment. There's no thought of consequences or future. You live in the moment. Two people acting upon their physical need.

You're close to loosening it when you feel Yoongi's hand behind you, pulling onto your underwear as you help him slide it down your legs. Then he pulls out his cock, the wet tip grazing over your skin before he hooks his arm under your thigh. Spreading your legs, you feel him at your entrance just as your hand grips his one tightly.

He pauses, most likely thinking you want him to stop but you don't make any move. A plea softly comes out of you. Not a minute later, his hard cock enters your tight and warm walls. You both sigh in content. Since you haven't had sex for the longest time ever – let alone been touched intimately by anyone or yourself – everything seems more intense. For a second, you think you're about to cum.

You've never felt this way before.

You blame it on the lack of sex in your life.

He fills you up perfectly. You feel every inch, every vein and the curve of his cock as he pulls out before he sinks back into you. He grunts in pleasure, building up the pace along with pleasure as your and his skin collide with audible smacks. You're so out of it that you barely recognize the soft sounds your mouth makes, sinful curses mixing with them as well.

“Hold your leg up.” he grunts before he tugs down your bra, exposing your breast to his big hands as he squeezes the soft flesh.

Nipples hardened and perked up, he pinches the one in his hold which has seeing you stars. Your hand naturally finds its way to his locks, tugging onto his hair just as much as he does to your nipple. Leg aching, you force yourself to keep them spreaded as Yoongi pounds into you.

Your bodies hot and trembling with pleasure, the second Yoongi slaps your breast you moan loudly before cumming around his cock. He curses, grunting something against your shoulder but you're too out of it as he fucks you through your orgasm.

His hold on your breast leaves eventually, hand moving between your bodies quickly as he pulls out his cock from your pulsating walls. It twitches in his hold and just as your body goes limp, a warm liquid paints your ass and lower back. Yoongi pumps himself after his orgasm ends, dropping his body next to you with an exhausted sigh.

You both pant, trying to calm down your rapid beating hearts. You don't move, feeling his cum slowly trickling down your hot skin. Yoongi rubs his face, though you're unaware of his actions since you haven't moved. Your body is angled in your previous position, so he's not in your eye sight.

“Fuck.” he declares into the silent night, accompanied with your heavy breathing.

Your heartbeat starts to slow down, but you're sure it skips the moment the realization slowly hits you. You just had a sex with Yoongi. Unexpectedly. It happened.

Before you can properly freak out, even though in the back of your mind you knew what you were doing, you can't help but feel shocked by your actions. You just fucked someone who hasn't been the kindest to you. With him particularly, it's very difficult. He has saved your life more than once (as much as he likes to remind you of it), yet there's so much tension and hatred between you two that if you didn't need him, you would slap the hell out of him. You might not be able to kill, but you would surely try it with him. That much he makes your anger rise every time he's being an asshole.

You two don't work together. In any way. You can't stand each other! You barely made it here! And now you had sex and you're not sure if it didn't fuck things more.

He stands up, feet padding against the floor that creaks beneath his weight until something touches your lower back. You flinch, though no sounds leave yours or his mouth. It's safe to say you're surprised when he wipes his cum off your body. He clears his throat, tossing the dirty cloth he pulled out of nowhere (much to your knowing) before he gets back to bed.

Laying on your back, you stare at the ceiling in a complete silence.

Covering your bodies with the blanket for some modesty (as if you didn't have a sex just a minute ago), you completely ignore the fact your panties are nowhere in sight. Mentally sighing, you don't dare to move as you slowly turn around. Your back facing Yoongi as none of you bothers to utter a single word.

Perhaps that's what's best in this situation, you think as you hardly but slowly drift to sleep. Dreams reminding you of your sinful acts and uncertainty of what's going to happen when you wake up.

A/N: lemme apologize for making you guys wait so long for this chapter but it's finally here (can you believe it?!!). I hope the long chapter at least partially makes up for the long wait. as always, feedback is highly appreciated and could really kick my ass to work more on this story 🥹 thank you whoever is reading and interested in 2l, I appreciate every single one of you!! <3 I apologize for any possible mistakes, I tried to have this chap posted asap

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admirxation · 3 months

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I’m simple all I want is Tekken 6 Jin who is dommanent x fem reader (girlfriend)

Do As I Say | Jin Kazama oneshot request

𓆩♡𓆪┆pairing: jin kazama x fem!reader(afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: jin has come back from a hard day and the reader wants to make him feel better, but he only has one thing in mind to ease the stress.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 1.7k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for 18+ readers only, so MDI. you’re responsible for the content you consume so if any of the following warnings trigger you, click off now.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: NSFW 18+ content. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader: detailed smut: p in v, dom & sub (m dom, f sub), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, doggy style, spanking, hair pulling, and dirty talk & degrading.

𓆩♡𓆪┆a/n: sorry for taking forever on this, deadlines have been hectic and it doesn’t help i started a bg3 hyperfixation. anyways, i hope you like this anon. and as always a like and reblog is always appreciated.

𓆩♡𓆪┆my links: masterlist | ao3 profile | kofi

Jin trudged up the stairs, his heavy footsteps echoing the weight of the stress he endured that day; he had a stare that had exhaustion and agitation painted across his features, looking through his eyebrows and dead-focused on his way to the place he shared with you — his girlfriend. The stale air of the apartment building seemed to suffocate him as he reached his floor, trying to tune out the cacophony of the distant traffic that penetrated the thick painted walls, only adding more to the relentless soundtrack of his own mind.

His shoulders slumped under the invisible burden of stress; his fingers clenched into fists now and again when the memories of the day flashed in his mind now and again — it felt like he was being haunted by his ongoing awful day. The metallic taste of frustration lingered in his mouth, a bitter reminder of his previous challenges; it was relentless and demanding, but it was over now.

The keys jingled in the lock as Jin pushed open the front door, greeted by the comforting scent of home — a mix of homemade cooking and your signature perfume scent that lingered in every crevice of the place. In the dimly lit living room, he found you sitting on the sofa, all cuddled up in the cushions and watching whatever you found on the television. Jin couldn’t help but notice how revealing your comfort clothes were. You were wearing your favourite lace crop top with shorts, and just seeing you was already starting to calm Jin down — but this made him want more to forget about the day's burdens. Your eyes lifted away from the television screen, and you gave Jin a warm and comforting smile as you opened your arms to invite him for a cuddle; he obliged the offer, and you felt his warm arms surround you, the smell of his natural aroma filling your senses as you placed your cheek on top of his head as you cuddled him.

“Hey, I missed you today,” you rubbed your hand gently on his back, “Is everything okay? You seem stressed.”

“Very stressed. Everything that could have gone wrong decided to,” he pushed himself out of your grasp for the moment, watching your sad pout as you waited for him to come back for a hug, “seeing you has already made me in a better mood, though,” he gave you a gentle smile.

“Would you like anything? I cooked your favourite meal; it might relax you for a moment,” you moved closer to him and tranced patterns on his arm with the tip of your fingers.

Jin thought for a moment, admiring the way you looked right in front of him, not taking much notice of what you were saying, having to come back to reality when noticing you were waiting for a reply: “Um, no, I’m not hungry.”

You gave him a thoughtful look, waiting for Jin to accept your help to relieve his stress. You slowly leaned in for a soft, quick kiss on his cheek before you stepped away for a moment and left Jin to calm down naturally in his own time; as you got up, Jin grabbed your arm, his fingers pressing hard with the plush of your skin poking out between the gaps between his fingers. His eyes held a different kind of intensity now; a flicker of desire cut through the heaviness of his previous emotions.

“Y/N,” he murmured with a husky voice, “don’t go, I want you.”

Butterflies were felt in your stomach, and a jolt of excitement coursed through your body as you looked into his eyes; you knew what that look meant, and his urge and yearning to have you stay closer only signalled further evidence for what would happen. Jin wanted to relieve his stress, which ignited a different hunger within him — a need to stay in control, to control you for his own intimate desires, knowing you would agree to his will like you always did in the relationship. The sofa became a haven for a different kind of solace, temporarily allowing Jin to escape the world's demands. He pulled you closer back onto the sofa, watching your chest move with your breaths becoming heavier with anticipation; he watched you hungrily before he moved closer, closer for a deeper and more sensual kiss. Your lips interlocked, both of you getting lost in the heat and intimacy with each other.

He positioned his hips in line with yours, your legs wrapped around his waist as you both lay on the sofa. The kiss was deepened, your hands wandering on Jin’s body as the occasional moan was released from the sealed kiss. Jin grounded his hips against your centre, making you moan as you felt his length grow against your clothed pussy that yearned for this to go quicker. You, then, moved your hips forward, lifting yourself off the sofa for a moment to grind into Jin’s length; pleasure coursed for your body once again; you felt Jin get harder as you made contact with his member, feeling his smirk as your lips were interlocked in a wet and passionate kiss.

As your hips went back down on the sofa, Jin moved away and separated from your soft lips, watching you for a moment as you waited and yearned for time to hurry up as he stared at you with a smile. He took his shirt off as he watched you in a vulnerable state, watching him and barely clothed. His eyes undressed you in that stare, and you watched his movements intently.

“Now, I think I’ve been neglectful of my princess, haven’t I?” his fingers lingered around your clothed core, his fingertips moving into the waistband and teasing you with how slow he was at tugging it, “Does my princess want to feel good?” your pants started to be pulled down as you quickly nodded in consent to be his once again — you adored how possessive he was.

You felt a tingling sensation as you felt Jin’s fingers get closer to your pussy after he had taken off your panties, a jolt of pleasure as he pressed his fingertips to the slit, laboured breaths produced as he had his fingertips move in an up and down motion, before slowing introducing them inside you, edging you to a deep and sensual moan. He watched you as you bit your lip, your head making a slow movement of rolling back as he pumped his fingers inside you.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath, closing your eyes to be lost in the passion.

As your breathing became heavy, the occasional deep moan escaping your lips, Jin quickened the pace gradually; he watched the excitement plaster across your face as you experienced his play with speeds.

“You like that, you little slut?” his thumb pressing on your plump clit that had been throbbing for ages; he rubbed in a circular motion with a strong pressure against it, regular and steady motions to get you lost in a trance.

Just as your eyes were steadily rolling back, your mouth began to open for a moan that was rolling from the depths within you — he stopped. To your disappointment, you looked at him with a yearning, your eyes begging him to continue as he watched you with those demanding and sharp eyes.

“Hm, I love how you pull that face every time,” a light laughter escaped as he smirked to himself. He loved to do this; he would stop when he could sense an orgasmic release, controlling you by stopping your bodily reactions, manipulating when you were allowed to release yourself. “Now, be a good girl and do as I say,” he moved his large hands to his belt buckle, taking it off and making a clanging noise as the belt hit the floor, sliding his pants off and freeing his large and erect cock that had been begging to be inside you already. “Turn over… Now.”

You obeyed his command, swiftly turning to get on all fours, your breasts against the plush of a sofa pillow and your arms and hands hanging off the arm of the sofa. You looked back as you waited for Jin’s next move, watching and feeling him as he pressed his cock on your ass first; the plush of your cheek rubbing against him, before pressing the tip on your folds.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said under his breath as he pressed the head inside you, making you gasp as you felt his entrance, “how much do you want this?” he asked as he teased his cock, going in a little for a moment and taking it back out, making you anticipate when he was going to ram himself inside.

“So much, please, please, please, I want it so bad,” you continued to plead, feeling how this was feeding into Jin’s ego.

He paused for a moment before ramming his large cock inside your wet and sensitive hole; a loud gasp produced as you felt your walls surround his member, squeezing it and making that warm feeling Jin loved as he fucked you senseless. His fingers pressed into your hips, fingernails pressing deeply into your skin now and again as he changed the pressure and tempo of his movements.

Just as you were about to praise him, Jin grabbed a fistful of hair, causing your head to kick back, pulling you back harder as he pushed himself deeper.

“Whose my dirty slut?”

“I-I am,” you bit your lip after answering.

“Who do you belong to?” he spanked you before you could answer; the few seconds you took to process what he said resulted in punishment — a punishment you liked to receive.

“You, only you,” you finally answered.

He was pleased with your answers and continued to use you like a sex doll, pulling your hair, ramming his cock inside you and spanking your ass, getting a kick as you released a whine and moan, continuing until he thrusted for a final stroke, eventually filling you with his warm release. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you coated Jin’s cock with your cum, grabbed the cushions of the sofa as you slowly released yourself, heavy breaths produced when it was all over.

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raythekiller · 11 months

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hi there, i just wanna say i really love your writing 😭😭 i hope u’ve been doing well too!

cld i request.. your hcs on what u think the creepypastas’ ideal S/O’s wld be like? maybe hobbies, or mbti types, or stuff in detail.. hehe

🗒 ❛ Their Ideal S/O ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Masky, Hoodie

#Notes: ty!! I don't think any of them would care for hobbies, so this is more personality wise. I also added the MBTI's :)

pronouns used: they/them

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

Honestly, he's a little complicated to figure out, and I think he doesn't even know what he wants. While he would love a partner that is completely dependent on him and pays attention to no one else, he hates partners that are too clingy and need a lot of attention. If you need reassurance that he loves you or get offended easily, it's a hard no. He wants someone easy to manipulate and who'll do whatever he says, almost worshiping him, but also has tough skin. An introvert would also be best, as it would mean they don't have many other people they are close to. As for MBTI, maybe an INTP would be best suited for him.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned

In all honesty, he doesn't take dating very seriously and would prefer a partner that doesn't, either. He hates having to be deliberate about pretty much anything, so someone who's all about fun and not afraid of letting loose would be perfect. Also, someone a bit pervy. I said it before that I think he got stuck in that pre pubescent boy mentality after he died, and we all know how those kids are. Basically, he's looking for a copy of himself: someone generally fun to be around and a bit out of pocket. For MBTI, a xNFP would be best (either introverted or extroverted, he doesn't care).

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

He needs someone gentle, caring and understanding, not only to him but to others as well (mostly to him, though). His partner must feel like the light at the end of the tunnel, the Sun after a storm, someone who gives him hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be better. He didn't have much compassion in his life, both growing up and now in the manor, so someone who gives him that will undoubtedly become the love of his life. Also, preferably they won't mind being suffocated by his affection a little. He's quite clingy, so you won't get much alone time. For MBTI, his ideal type would be an ESFJ.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

He would like someone a little like himself. Quiet, a bit nerdy, calm and collected. Someone to give him a little bit of the peace he's been craving for so long. Most of all, though, he needs someone that can reassure him. To tell him that he's not a monster and that he's loved and cared for, not only say it but show as well. He can get quite self conscious at times, so a person that is patient with him and his insecurities would be perfect. Also, he doesn't show it, but he's severely touch starved, so someone a bit too cuddly would steal his heart in seconds. As for MBTI, an ISTJ would be perfect.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Laughing Jack

Not gonna lie, he needs someone a bit bossy. He's used to just doing whatever he wants when he wants, so someone scolding him and putting him in his place would catch him off guard, but in a good way if that makes sense. Like EJ, lots of reassurance. He needs you to tell him you're not going anywhere almost constantly and gets insecure quite often, so please be patient. But back to the bossy thing, telling what to do goes a long way with this guy for some reason. Generally, someone who's more dominant but can still be gentle. Also, they should probably be okay with PDA, because it's gonna happen whether they like it or not. For MBTI, an ENFP.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

Weirdly enough, pretty similar to LJ. He thinks he would like someone obedient and submissive, but his last crushes say otherwise. In reality, he needs someone who can stand their ground when he gives them some shit, not just sit there and take it. Someone opinionated and who's not afraid to speak their mind. Hell, kick his ass if you have to, he'll be into that shit. Also, they have to be kind of a ride or die. Tim doesn't do relationship lightly, and he expects you not to, either. Someone who's willing to give him a lot of praise also goes a long way. He has a massive ego, so feeding into it is definitely going to earn you some affection points. For MBTI, an ISTP.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

Now this motherfucker has the biggest corruption kink known to man, so he normally goes after people he considers cute and fragile. Being patient while trying to communicate with him is a HUGE bonus. If you try to learn ASL because of him he's getting on one knee right then and there. Likes people who are chatty, but also thinks quiet people are adorable, so it's a win-win for either. Wants someone who wouldn't question him much (the phrase he tells them most often is "Come on, don't you trust me?") and is a bit naive and easy to manipulate. As for MBTI, a xNFP.

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rallentando1011 · 3 months

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Hello! I hope your doing okay❤️❤️

I’d like to request a Reader with a accent ( I’m native and I kinda realized how differently I sound compared to other people). How would the Rottmnt boys react? Like maybe sometimes they don’t know what the reader is saying??? Or have a hard time understanding?? Or maybe the reader says things differently? It’s fine if you don’t wanna do it, just thought I’d request. Thank you and have a nice day!! ❤️❤️❤️👽

ROTTMNT Boys W/ a Reader With an Accent

Thank you very much for this super sweet request! I may have projected on some parts of this, but don’t we all? Anyway, hope you’re having a great day, take care of yourselves, and enjoy!

(Also, I promise I am working through my requests and appreciate every one! Request guidelines are HERE)

Word Count: 855

Donnie:

Donnie loves ranting to you and listening to you in return, no matter what topic you guys talk about

Sometimes as you’re speaking you’ll use a word or phrase and see him have a genuine physical reaction to it

Head askew, eyebrow lifted, lips pressed together

When he feels confused, his expression says it more quickly than his words

Any time you mispronounce a word, he genuinely needs to butt in and correct you

Call it semantics or pedantics or whatever you want, he can not and will not let it go

If you’re fumbling over words or can’t think of the specific one you want to say, he’ll try to help by throwing out suggestions

Most of the time, he’s right on the money, almost impossibly so

You’ve jokingly accused him of using his tech to read your mind, but he hasn’t… probably

He’s just an intuitive fellow who loves his context clues

Hand gestures while you’re talking help him figure out what you mean

You two could go back and forth in a conversation of mostly hand gesticulations

He keeps a list of any regional or culturally specific words you use, partially so he has them for future reference, partially because he finds them endearing

If you ever find it, though, he will insist that it is strictly for the former

Nope, no sentimental value to it at all

Mikey:

Mikey is a highly empathetic person, so whenever he doesn’t know what you’re saying or you don’t know what you’re trying to say, he’s understanding about it

He sits patiently and calmly as you work through your words

Likewise, he waits until after you finish speaking your sentiments to ask for clarification

Now, Mikey may be a compassionate little guy, but he can also be a menace (still to be determined if he is intentionally or incidentally that way)

Instead of specifying what he doesn’t get, he endlessly repeats

“Huh?... Huh?”

He does this until you physically shake him back to reality

In general, he is extravagantly generous with his compliments

Whether it be about appearance or personality traits, he absolutely loves showering people in praise

The same goes for you and your voice

Even when your accent occasionally confuses your conversation, he still loves your pronunciation of the words

And you can trust that he’s vocal about it

He might ask you to repeat a word just so he can hear you say it again

He just loves y̶o̶u̶ your voice that much

Leo:

Leo is a giggler

No matter the situation, serious or silly, he’s always quick to crack a joke or pun or just laugh

When Leo doesn’t understand something you said, you’ll know

You can always tell by the purely mischievous grin that commandeers his features

You’ll be talking normally when all of a sudden you have to pause because that man will not stop smirking

When you ask him what the issue is, he slowly repeats whatever you mispronounced, hints of lighthearted condescension hiding in his tone

Somehow he asks you to repeat yourself in the most puzzling ways possible

“Run that back real quick?”

“Run what back?”

Leo may lightly tease you for saying something wrong, but he usually knows how far he can push and still be lighthearted

Although, if he ever oversteps with his teasing, he will apologize profusely, insisting that he finds it sweet

If you ever feel insecure about your accent or the unorthodox words you use, he picks up on it, immediately drops his teasing, and talks with you about how awesome you and your characteristics are

Even though he chuckles at any odd words you say, it’s never out of malice

He just finds it endearing

Raph:

Out of all of the brothers, Raph has the most experience interacting with people who come from all kinds of backgrounds with all kinds of voices

He’s always the one to go on patrols

Or talk with business owners when him and his brothers are at a restaurant

Or sneak into Times Square disguised in a hippopotamus costume to buy his father a robe

Either way, he’s been exposed to a multitude of accents

He even has one himself

With all that being said, it is abundantly clear that he is highly understanding of your odd pronunciations, even when he can’t understand you

He always waits until you finish your sentence or thought before incredibly bashfully correcting your pronunciation or asking for you to repeat yourself

Just to repeat it for emphasis, he is extremely shy while doing this

Shuffling his feet, clearing his throat, twiddling his thumbs

He just doesn’t want to frustrate you

However, he knows that he would want to be corrected if he made an error, so he finds it only decent to extend that same liberty to you

Raph occasionally giggles when your accent muddles your meaning

He doesn’t mean to, and does try to conceal his laughter, but sometimes he can’t help himself

It’s adorable- er, he means hilarious

He always specifies afterward that he was laughing at the situation, never at you and your wonderful traits

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rafedaddy01 · 9 months

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Coconuts

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She smelled like coconuts, thanks to her signature shampoo, but that’s not what drew Rafe in..

She was seated at the country club bar, sipping on a pina colada. Rafe sat in the booth a few feet back with topper and kelce. “So you coming tonight Rafe?” Topper asked his friend. “What?” Rafe was clearly distracted, the root of his distraction? Her. He didn’t know her name or who she was, but he wanted too. “The party man, are you coming?” Kelce asked giving topper a look. “Oh yeah, whatever bro” Rafe scoffed.

He never enjoyed the parties, it was always an excuse to escape reality, do drugs, and hook up with random girls. But tonight might be different, she might be there.

“Yo top, whose that chick over there” Rafe nodded his head in her direction. “Oh that’s y/n. She’s fairly new here. Friends with Sarah or something” Rafes heart nearly leaped out of his chest. She knew his sister?

“Is the kook king whipped?” Kelce teased his friend. Rafe gave him a look that quickly shut him up.

“She coming tonight?” Rafe continued his interrogation. “I mean if you really want her there I guess I can ask Sarah to invite her” topper said. “No! That’s okay. I don’t need my bitch ass sister up in my business” Rafe knew that Sarah would not approve of him trying to hook up with one of her friends, she would claim that he would just corrupt her. But would it be a shame if he did? Maybe he didn’t want to just corrupt her, there was something about her. Something Rafe was drawn too.

Time jump to the party

Rafe sat on the couch, another bimbo in his lap. His hand on her waist as the group around him snorted coke, drank their beers and engaged in convo. Through the crowd he spotted her, he almost jumped out of his seat. He couldn’t believe she was actually here. Sure he had some hope she’d show up but it was small. “Guys let’s play a game!” The annoying girl on Rafes lap squeaked out. A small group gathered in the living room and people took seats and to Rafes surprise she was one of those people. She took a seat right across from him. He couldn’t help staring at her, the curves of her body, the soft features on her face, the innocent gleam in her eyes, oh how badly he wanted to strip her of that. Her eyes met his for a second and he quickly looked away, changing his demeanor to seem more relaxed and nonchalant.

“How about never have I ever?” A girl from the crowd suggested. Everybody agreed and the game begun, every so often Rafes eyes falling to her, the tight skirt she wore rising up every time she moved. Just barely exposing her pink panties, god this was painfully hard for him.

“Never have I ever been walked in on during sex”

A few people drank, implying that they have done it. Rafe watched as she took a sip of her drink, his eyebrow shooting up in surprise. She seemed so innocent.

“Never have I ever been arrested”

She took another sip, Rafes eyes still on her..

“Never have I ever been nude in public”

Another sip. Who was this girl? She seemed so innocent and yet this game is opening a new side of her. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as Rafe had judged her to be.

The game went on for a few more rounds, once it finished she got up and headed to the kitchen to fix herself another drink. Rafe watched her moves intently, deciding that this was his chance. He pushed the girl off his lap and followed in her footsteps.

“Your new here” she jumped a bit at his voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. Just saw you standing here alone. Thought I’d introduce myself, Rafe” he outstretched his hand. She took it happily and smiled up at him. “Y/n” her voice was soft and kind, not like the girls here who were always so high pitched and squeaky, laced with bitchiness. “Pretty name for a pretty girl” he winked as her face flushed red, clearly not used to being complemented. “Thank you” she brought the red solo cup up to her plump rosey lips and took a sip of her drink.

Rafe was so nervous, he normally wasn’t like this when it came to girls, what was she doing to him?

“So..” he clicked his tongue “are you? New here?” He couldn’t think of anything else to say, his mind going blank as her eyes looked into his, turning his brain to mush. “Yeah. I just moved here. Have made like one friend and she invited me out tonight. However, she ditched me as soon as she found her boyfriend” she laughed to herself. “Yeah Sarah can be a slut like that” Rafe rolled his eyes not realizing what he just said.

“Hey howd you know her name?” She gave him a confused look as she waited for a response. “Oh-uh-I- Sarah’s my sister” he babbled. “Hmm, still doesn’t explain how you knew she was my only friend” still giving him a confused look and awaiting a response. “Fine” he sighed “I’ve been asking around about you” he admitted. “Oh really?” She giggled.

What Rafe didn’t know was that she knew exactly who he was. She was warned about him, specifically by Sarah.

The two looked up at each other. A moment of awkward silence shared between them before they both tried speaking up “so-“ “I-“ both of them laughing at the situation.

“What made you ask around about me?” She asked. “You caught my eye” he came in closer, resting his hand on the counter behind her. Trapping her between him. She looked down, smiling. “Hey don’t hide that pretty smile from me, I’ve been wanting to see it up close all night” he lifted her face up by placing a finger under her chin. Her big eyes staring into his. His eyes darted between hers and her lips.

He leaned in, lips centimeters apart, “Rafe! Where did you go?” An annoying voice coming from the living room. Rafe rolled his eyes as the girl who was previously in his lap walked into the kitchen. He turned around to tell her to fuck off, but when he turned back around to continue with his girl she was gone..

Part 2

#outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey #dark rafe cameron #outerbanks #drewstarkey #drewstarkey smut #rafecameron #fanfic #smut #rafe outer banks #rafe x y/n #rafe x reader

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leahrintarou · 7 months

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🎃 Kenma Kozume - Exhibitionism

Warnings: requested!, reader watches kenma get off, he's a more on the submissive side, ex-friend with benefits, wet dreams, fem reader, male masturbation, he's in love and has a cold lmao. Word Count: 2.8k

"will you stay over at my place to watch Kenma while I go to the grocery store?" Kuroo questioned, waiting for a response from the voice on the other line of the call. "kuroo, I have a huge exam coming up. If I catch kenma's cold then I'm quite literally fucked." She sighed, tapping the end of her pen against her notebook as she skimmed through the array of notes plastered against her desk. Kuroo groaned, thinking of any last resort exchange that he and y/n could make a deal on.

"I'll pay for your lunches for the next week"

He heard how the shuffling from y/n's line of the call came to a stop and a smile etched onto his lips at his awaiting accomplishment. "two weeks." She finally said. Kuroo frowned before sighing. "fine. Two weeks. Please hurry" and with that, y/n mumbled a quick "okay, okay", gathering her belongings in her backpack to make her way over to kuroo's place. "I'll be there in ten".

"you're an angel sent fro-"

Before kuroo could finish his words, y/n tapped at the end call button with an eyeroll.

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"he's in my room; asleep. I'll be back soon, okay?" Kuroo said immediately as y/n walked into his home. He slid through the crack of the door before it could close behind y/n and she let out a sigh, walking towards the direction of kuroo's room. "kenmaaaa" she called out softly as she opened the door. She heard the boy let out a groan of annoyance, making her roll her eyes. It's been a while since she's been in the presence of kenma and kenma alone, so when she saw his relaxed yet flushed face, she was taken aback.

She shook her head in an attempt of ridding her thoughts and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Taking her laptop out from her backpack, y/n sat on the opposite end of the bed as she worked quietly on the once abandoned assignment. Quietly tapping away at the keys, she heard kenma let out a quiet sigh and before she could try to ignore it, another one followed behind. Halting her movements, y/n slowly lowered the top half of her laptop to look above the screen.

There she saw the face of discomfort on kenma's features as he slightly fidgeted in his sleep. y/n was about to chalk it up on the boy just being in a bit of pain from body aches or a sore throat but when a breathy moan fell from his lips, her eyes widened.

'no way' she thought, a palm going over her lips in slight shock. Putting her laptop aside, y/n leaned up towards kenma, placing a palm on his shoulder. She was going to gently wake him up…until another moan fell from his lips, this time her name flowing out along with it. Shaking the weakened frame of kenma a bit harshly, he quickly woke up with a groan of annoyance but his eyes widened when he saw the aggravated expression of y/n.

"wake up and quit dreaming about whatever the hell-" she cut herself off with a sigh, making a gesture with her hands to finish the rest of her sentence without the usage of her very annoyed voice. Kenma sat up correctly and there he finally acknowledged his newly found nuisance. he quickly pulled the covers over his lap and y/n lifted an eyebrow at his sudden action. "w-when did you get here?" He asked after clearing his throat.

"a few minutes ago so, if you're wondering; yeah. I heard you."

"look, I currently have a shit ton of drugs in my system so, my head's all loopy. Ignore what just happened, okay?" he defended, avoiding eye contact with y/n so he didn’t have to actually be met with the reality before his eyes. "yeah, that'd be easy," his shoulders relaxes when y/n's voice was calm but when she quickly tugged the comforter from his lap, his eyes widened and he pulled his knees to his chest in a matter of seconds.

"-if it weren't for the fact that you're sitting here with a hard on-"

"well, you didn’t let me finish my dream so what did you expect?" His eyes lowered as he pointed an accusing finger at y/n, making her jaw drop slightly from kenma's words of accusation. "so you moan my name in your sleep and you expect me to just leave you to your insane fantasies?"

"yes?" He slowly shrugged, rolling his eyes. "you're acting like my 'fantasies' are actually mythical things that'll never happen" he sighs, shuffling to stand up from his spot on the bed. He did so and y/n didn’t miss the fact that he stumbled before regaining his balance. "that's because it won't" y/n brought her laptop back to its previous spot on her thighs as she leaned her back against the wall. "okay, but it did." y/n stared at kenma's back with a glare at his words.

Even though they made her want to yank the blonde's hair from his head, they were true. Back in their second year of college, kenma and y/n did get together on multiple occasions with the 'no strings attached' rule of course, but after kenma began to slowly break that rule, they cut off ties and instead decided to stay friends. Kuroo was the glue between them and after hearing about their newly titled relationship with one another, he forced them to make up to avoid any sparks of tension.

It worked for the most part, but they still had some residue of vexation with one another and it was clear in every single conversation shared between them. "where are you going? kuroo said that you should be on bedrest." her eyes still focused on the screen of her laptop but they closed at kenma's next words. "are you gonna help me then?"

A sigh fell from her lips as she mumbled a hesitant. "nope."

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y/n had her earbuds in so she could ignore any specific outside noises, so when kenma entered the room, she didn’t notice until he took a seat on the edge of the bed. She glanced up at him and down at his lap to see that his prominent erection was still there. "kenma, what the hell?" She fussed, pulling out a singular earbud as she looked back up to his features. "I know you might say no, but can you help me?" He questioned. He sounded desperate and his voice showed no signs unseriousness at all. "you're gonna get me sick." It was more of an half assed excuse, but he didn't have to know that.

"you don’t have to touch me or anything," he started, shifting his body to face y/n, groaning and putting a hand over his lap when y/n's gaze was clearly focused elsewhere. A confused expression was on her face and kenma almost snorted at the fact. "remember when we talked about doing this one thing together…." He trailed off, trying to read y/n's expression to prepare himself for what kind of answer he would receive. y/n put two and two together, shaking her head as she stared at kenma.

"y/n, pleaseee, im practically begging you at this point"

"you want me to watch you and it'll help you get off?" She questioned with a tone of sarcasm. kenma nodded eagerly and when y/n flat out said "no". he threw his head back into the pillow, giving up on convincing her. "you're so mean." he mumbled, turning his body to lay on his side instead. y/n did feel a little bad now that she took everything into thought. he was woken up from his eventful sleep, tried to fix his problem but seemingly failed, and he was just denied of his last option (that wasn't really an option from the start). "I'm not mean kenma-"

"you are. first you cut ties with me cause i couldn't control my feelings for you, then you deny me of a favor that you dont even need to lift a finger for."

"why are you stuck on the past kenma? that was almost a year ago now." y/n sighed, her assignment long gone from her focus now. "you're not the past. i can never think of you as my past because the past is something that you have the ability to forget. i can't forget you no matter how much i try-" he stopped his words, realizing what they really consist of. was this a secondary confession? he never learns his lesson, does he?

"fine kenma, i'll w-watch you jerk off or whatever the hell it is." she huffed, sitting upright while kenma did the same with a smile on his face. "wow, so it takes a few words of my feelings to convince you? seems like you still have a soft spot for me." y/n rolled her eyes, reaching for the hem of his pants, making kenma hold her wrist to stop her movements. "nuh-uh. you cant touch." he swatted away her hand and y/n gave him a quick glare. "then what sense does this make?" she reached for her laptop, expecting kenma to whine about her going back on her word, but he didn't.

he kept quiet and while y/n was distracted by the screen, kenma slightly pulled his bottoms down, revealing his problem. evidence of his past attempts with trying to pleasure himself was shown against his skin in vermillion hues. when he made up his mind and wrapped himself within his fist, he let out a small sigh, eye's focused on y/n's hands as she tapped at the keys of her laptop. a whimper soon followed when her eyes slowly trailed from his thighs to his jerking hand in which engulfed his member. "kenma, what the hell?" she says, forcing herself to look away and kenma whined at the lost attention.

"hey, you said you'd watch." he pouted, leaning his head to the side to rest against his tilted shoulder. "well I go back on my word" she says, covering her eye's with a palm. She felt the warm touch of kenma's hand gently pry her own from her face and she was met with the poorly hidden smirk on his lips when her eye's shot down to his lap. Her eye's widened after seeing that he was actually getting off to this whole thing. The precum of his arousal began to make its way over his knuckles as he kept a steady pace. "you're enjoying this way too much" she frowned, looking up at kenma to catch his gaze.

"yup, that's kind of the p-point here." his voice faltered when he bit back a moan and y/n blinked a few times, eye's trailing back to kenma's pleasuring hand. The sight was strangely familiar and as she didn’t want to admit it, the way sounds of pleasure fell from his lips accompanied by the tremble of his hold; was probably one of the most amusing things she's seen in a while. She was strongly attracted to it but would never admit such a claim. He called her name through a moan, making y/n give him a glare while he only gave her a small grin.

"this feels so much better than s-staring at a fucking wall." he groaned, fist tightening just a bit as he sped up his movements. He watched staring at y/n's features as her eye's never left his lap not once. He eyed her hands, watching as her finger would twitch ever so often. Maybe he was finally getting to her. No- he was getting to her and by her held breath, kenma noticed how it was taking everything in y/n to keep her calm composure. He wanted to make her break, so he allowed himself to really indulge in the pleasure as his pre-cum made it all the more easier to slide his fist up and down his shaft.

"y/n-" he whimpered with a teasing tone. It didn’t go unnoticed at how attentive she was when her name was called. There was a glint of relief in her eyes like she was waiting for him to give her something to do, but kenma wanted to make her give in on her own. He tiled his head up, glancing at the ceiling before admiring every detail of y/n through his lashes. He was getting close to that euphoric feeling of relief and as the moans strummed from his throat and his thighs tensed in the firm grip of his fist, y/n could also tell. "kenma." She said, voice a bit softer now.

The sound of his name laced with the gentle tone of her voice was something that he longed for and it only drove him up the wall even more. He could taste the release on the tip of his tongue but his movement of pleasures were stopped when y/n firmly gripped his wrist. "y-y/n, what the hell are you doing? I said you can't touch me." he frowned, tears pricking his eyes as he whined his complaints.

"I know what you said, but go slower." she looked at him, slowly releasing her grip from his wrist. He blinked a few times as he nodded reluctantly. he slowed his pace, his once near high now gone from existence. "kuroo's gonna be h-home soon. He'll be upset if he knew we were doing this on his bed". He forced out, fingers just gently grasping his aching erection since he wanted to prolong this moment, especially since y/n was now giving him her full attention. "he wanted us to make up anyways so here we are; making up. I'll tell him it's the consequence and that’s only if he catches us".

"y/n-"

"go a little faster now" she interrupted. Kenma did just that and in the blink of an eye, he began to feel so much more pleasure than the first time his high was arriving. The ache was being put to ease and when y/n got a little closer to his body to get a better look, he felt himself twitch in his own hold. "please, let me cum, y/n" he frowned, pleading eye's glistening with the aftermath of frustrations. Her eye's widened at the raw words of kenma. She knew he wasn’t one to filter his words so she shouldn’t find it surprising. The surprise however, turned into pure desire and the need to toy with him just once more. "let go" she voiced, making kenma's eye's shoot her a look of confusion.

"what?"

"let go, kenma. No more" she finally said. He reluctantly removed his hand from his member as the precum continued the leak from his tip in such unbelievable amounts. He whined, chest heavying from pants while tears pricked his eyes with a burning sensation. "why do you do this to me?" He groaned, hand twitching against his abdomen. "I forgot how much I missed seeing you like this" she smiled, reaching a hand towards kenma's member. Using a singular finger, she swiped up a stray stream of precum from the length of him before circling the substance around the tip of his erection. He let out a whimper as his abdomen and thighs tensed.

"okay, enough teasing from me." She smiled, reaching for his hand to wrap his fingers around his own member. She released her grip from his now formed fist before urging for him to go on. "you'll let me cum this time?" He questioned, glaring at y/n lazily when she nodded with a quiet hum. "yeah, you deserve it".

And with that, kenma watched as he pumped himself into his own hand. Moans slipping past his swollen lips from his previous biting against the soft skin. He sped up his motions, fist clenching as tightly as ever while the sounds of his arousal seeped through his fingers. "I wanna cum, y/n." he pouted, strands of his hair plastering against the sheen coating on his forehead.

"I'm not stopping you, kenma"

A final drawn-out moan turned into a whine when he finally allowed himself to be taken over by the euphoric feeling of ecstasy. Kenma's body twitched with a shutter, his arousal flowing onto his abdomen as he desperately tried to slow his breathing to a normal pace. "by the way, I meant what I said earlier. All of it" he huffed, reaching for a nearby damp washcloth that was once displayed against his forehead.

"after you start feeling better, we can go somewhere alone and talk about it." she reassured, taking the fabric from kenma to do the cleaning herself. With a hum of relief, he nodded, a grin on his lips when she cleared her throat to interrupt the piercing silence.

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"y/n, how'd you get sick? I thought you stayed away from kenma." kuroo frowned, handing both she and the blonde two bowls of ice cream.

"I did stay away"

"No you did-"

y/n forced her own spoon of ice cream into kenma's mouth to shut him up as quickly as possible. "he's just…extra contagious or something.." Kuroo laughed at her poor excuse as he sighed. "you know, I got home earlier that day…you two aren't that quiet or observant"

"oh." y/n said dryly, heart dropping.

"why didn’t you knock or something?"

"YOU WERE IN MY ROOM, ASSHOLES-"

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gaypirate420 · 8 months

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Star shine// Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock Hale x ND!male!reader

Summary: Jasper helps you after a meltdown.

Angst/Fluff. Reader is neurodivergent (mostly autistic) Meltdown. Aggressive/Harmful stimming.

A/N: This is based on my own experience:).

You threw yourself into your bed, turning down the lights on your room, everything it's too bright right now.

The dim lighting of the star shaped fairy lights is immediately comforting.

You took a deep breath and your hand feelt the soft material of your comfort blanket before wrapping yourself on it.

Hearing the notifications from your phone and the little noise from your laptop turning on almost makes you tear up, not only were you brought back to the reality of how much work you still have to do, but the sounds seemed suddenly so much louder and annoying than normal.

Your breathing grew heavy and your hands started to shake slightly. You've been holding all of these emotions the entire day and you don't know how much you can handle.

"Hello, handsome." Jasper spoke from your window when he was struck by the strong feeling of anxiety, anger and exhaustion coming from you although he felt it die down a little bit when you heard him coming.

"Howdy, partner." Your shaky voice greeted him. Jasper couldn't help but chuckled at the greeting, he got inside and walked towards your bed.

The vampire poke your body gently and in a playful manner, he offers a faint smile.

You turned around and looked at him, your eyes were sad and your mouth had a pout that you were trying to hard to hide.

"What's wrong, pretty boy?" He spoke softly. You sat down, you took a deep breath and felt his cold hand on yours, his thumb making a soothing movement.

You tried to speak but your voice cracked and tears immediately started to fall down your cheeks.

"It's okay, sweetheart." The vampire kneeled infront of you, you covered your face with your shaky hand as the tears keep falling down.

Your hands formed into fist and you wave them aggressively hitting your head a couple of times before you started screaming in desperation. Jasper waited patiently for you to let out all what you were feeling, it does hurt him seeing you so desperate and hurting yourself.

"My darling." The vampire whispered oh so softly, your hands pulled out your hair before they got away from your head. Jasper immediately saw the window of opportunity and took your hands and gently hold them down to your lap.

You didn't put resistance as his icy hands were always comforting and caring, your fingers felt his skin, the scars on his hands were suddenly very interesting for your fingers besides the slightly inhuman texture of his skin that feels so right to you.

You tried to speak again but you could only sob and shake your head in desperation for not being able to speak before you started crying aggressively again.

"It's okay, take your time, I'm here. Breath, sugar." Jasper whispers softly, his voice is so sweet and makes you feel calm and safe and it has that gentle texan drawl that you love so much.

"It's too much, Jazz." You whispered between sobs, you tried to take a deep breath but you failed, you looked at him and your shaky hands go to his face, he lets you feel him and feels your warm hands wander around his features as your breath was coming back to normal.

You leaned down and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hiding your face on the crook of his neck, you fell from the bed but you just needed a hug from your boyfriend.

The vampire sighs and gently hugs you, he always feels warm somehow, it's never uncomfortable to be held by him. You started sobbing again, it just felt so nice to be held by him, he was taller and his muscular body was just fit enough for hugging and it felt so good having Jasper's body against you.

"It's alright—keep breathing, pumpkin." He whispered and pulled away to look at you, his golden eyes meet yours.

You were immediately met with a discreet wave of relaxation, a small amount because he learned long ago that a sudden mood swing makes you feel extremely uneasy and anxious after he leaves the room.

You took a couple of shaky breaths before your breathing returned to normal, the vampire took a couple of breaths with you.

"it's okay, my sweet, just keep breathing in and out, you're doing great." Jasper whispered and kissed you cheek, the contact of his lips makes you smile faintly.

You started to speak in a soft voice, between hiccups and soft sobs you did your best to explain to him what happened that got you overwhelmed.

Jasper only nodded to let you know he was listening and hold you close, you sighed and closed your eyes.

"I'm- tired of- of everything, so tired, Jasper." You whispered with a shaky voice, he looked into your teary eyes, his cold finger wiped away your tears.

"I know, but you're so strong, sugarplum." Jasper whispers with a reassuring smile, that only make you cry again, you shaked your head desperately.

"I'm not! I'm not! If I- was strong I- I- w-wouldn't be in this position!" You raised your voice, you noticed your change in your tone and looked away in shame, you whispered multiples 'i'm sorry', you've been screaming too much. You didn't wanted to look at him, he was probably mad at this point, annoyed by your behavior.

"It's okay, darlin', I know it doesn't feel like it, but it's okay, everything will be okay." He whispered softly with a faint smile, you looked into his golden eyes and nod slowly at his words.

After a couple of seconds of peaceful silence Jasper spoke again in a soft and gentle whisper to not disturb your silence too much.

"Do you want your headphones? Or maybe I can bring you your favorite snack or we can just wrap you up in your blanket." Jasper whispered as his fingers gently caress your cheek, you thought for a moment.

"Headphones— b-blanket." You whispered back, the vampire smiled and nodded before kissing your cheek.

"Alright, sugar." He said and picked you up with ease, he lay you down on the bed and you quickly grabbed your comfort blanket, wrapping you burrito style, you felt like a worm and that idea made you chuckle.

Jasper smirked at your sudden laugh and placed the headphones on your head, the vampire leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I love you." You whispered very softly, your voice revealed how exhausted you were. The simple task of talking was too exhausting at this point.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He whispered back and kiss your cheek while gently cupping your face. He sat down on your bed and with a quick scoop he hold you close on his lap. You giggled and placed your head on his shoulder.

"Do you want to watch something?" Jasper asked while taking your laptop, you pointed at him your choice of entertainment and he nodded.

The vampire hold you close and kissed your forehead.

After a couple of minutes he only felt how you were slowly falling asleep on his arms, feeling at ease and completely exhausted. You nuzzled your head on his chest, the soft texture of his sweater and the smell of his cologne, his fingers stroking your hair gently, it all lulls you to sleep, feeling secure and cared for.

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A/N: Hey! I've been very busy and haven't worked on the requests and other drafts, sorry, here's my apology. Hope you liked it!

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yandere-sins · 7 months

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Okay, what if the beta is just so defeated that they 'accept' being the omega's 'alpha' in one condition. Never feature him on his work ever again, or even more, delete all of the content featuring him. if the beta is sly, he could add that he is too jealous that they see him being so sexy and he wants to monopolize all of that when they mate, he doesn't want them to see their private intimacy, but in reality he doesn't want the sickos to see him

Oh gosh, I'm just imagining the two of you cuddling on the couch (or well, the yan climbed on your lap and forced you to actually participate in life and not space out for once), and for some reason, they decide to give you their phone, pushing it in your hand. Maybe the omega wanted to 'show' you a specific comment on their video, but in the end, they allow you to keep scrolling to your heart's content while they cuddle with you. The omega can clearly see how horrified you are as your read all these nasty comments from people wanting you to fuck them, too, after seeing your 'debut' video. But your captor enjoys it, especially when you bloom to live, gasping and frowning, embarrassment written all over your face.

Everything you read is vile and disgusting, especially when it reminds you of how you were used and forced to do these things that so many perverts pay for and 'enjoy' watching. You throw the phone away and, with tears in your eyes, beg the omega to delete the video and make these disgusting people stop commenting on you, your body, or your 'performance', never having realized just HOW famous the omega really is. It's bad enough that you have to live under these conditions, but you should at least have a say about what people are allowed to see of you.

And the omega, well... you know they planned all of this. They wanted this breakdown to happen because frankly? It's gotten a bit boring with you shutting down most of the time. The yan wanted to get a rise out of you, wanted their beloved beta to beg and squirm and almost cry, so the omega can play the little hero and kiss your tears away, promising they will delete it if it bothers you so. Like a good partner. Because they love you.

That is if you do something for the omega in return.

You have no idea what you're agreeing to when they ask you to 'become' the alpha they know you are. At that moment, you cannot imagine the cruelty of submission it takes for the omega's wish to come true. Of course, the yandere is overjoyed to hear all the little promises about you trying to behave like an actual alpha and your very cute tactics to gain some brownie points with the omega.

They know you're only talking big when you say how jealous you are about others seeing you two. How you don't like it when strangers can see your lovely omega, and that you want them all to yourself. Really, for a moment, you made the omega's heart flutter as if they were still a teenager with a crush. These are all the words they ever wanted to hear from their lips, and when you try so hard to be 'alpha', kissing the omega awkwardly, they just melt into you.

But it's not enough.

You got to do a bit more than that, 'Alpha'.

They'll demand you to take them to the nest, prove that you can be what they want while promising on everything holy that they'll delete all the videos if you step up to the challenge. The omega is squealing in delight when you force yourself to pick them up, carrying them down into the basement, to their nest. To the place you've been avoiding like the pest since your drug-induced rut, your knees shaking as you stagger down the stairs. Gosh, they are so happy.

All they need to do is click the little button inside their pocket so that the dozen newly installed hidden cameras turn on, the lifestream starting simultaneously. They are so happy to finally get a real mating bite, a true lover's kiss, and another amazing million in their bank account when their viewers get what they always wanted: Something real.

And you are none the wiser as you do your due diligence, a massive grin on the omega's face from knowing their plan worked perfectly, their toes curling as moans echo out of the love nest.

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doritochoi · 8 months

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driving test | C.S

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

genre: smut because is my fav

warnings: strangers, boss x secretary relationship, unprotected sex( kids dont do that irl)

summary: You fucked up with your driving instructor's son and find out that he is your boss and you are his secretary.

A/n: It took me 1 month to write this, but I finally finished it. Let me know what you think. I am waiting for new suggestions in the comments. ✨

banner by @cafekitsune

Today you were supposed to meet with your driving instructor. Usually 12 o'clock was not a problem for you, but this morning you woke up at 11:30. You wanted your license for a long time and you worked really hard. You got ready quickly, and when you left the house you received a message from your instructor that he can't come because he got sick and someone else will come in his place, his son. This day could be worse than it was. You didn't like to meet new people, especially if its someone you didn't know. However, you were curious about this mysterious guy. Maybe he was really nice and maybe it won't be that bad.

You arrived at the place where you were supposed to meet him. You can say that you saw an angel in front of your eyes. This man had such beautiful features that you couldn't even move from there. What If you couldn't focus at all because of him? He was dressed in a slightly transparent shirt, making you look at his well-sculpted body .Those leather pants fit him perfectly and that perfume smelled incredibly good making you feel like your in heaven. His sharp eyes were looking directly into your soul giving you unusual sensations. This man was extremely gorgeous and he wasn't even that close to you. His hair was curly and fluffy, making you want to put your hands through his hair and ruffle it. He was standing in front of you, and all you did was just stare at him.

Mr. Choi often told you that his son was really handsome and good at driving, but you didn't really pay attention to him until now. "Hi, I am Choi San , nice to meet you!",even his voice was so sweet just like him."H-hello! I am Y/n!", you couldn't even form a sentence. You stuttered so badly that he noticed. "You don't have to be shy, I won't eat you." Your voice was already lost. You couldn't say anything anymore, it made you feel really embarrassed. "Let's go, the car is here". You were driving, but something unexpected happens. You never failed. Is it because of this handsome man who was sitting next to you? Ofc it was, well..it wasn't his fault, but he intimidated you so much that you couldn't concentrate at all. "Are you okay? You dont look good.Do you want to stop?" The only thing you were thinking right now, it was how his lips would feel on yours. You were already staring at him too much, until he started to notice. "Dreaming about me, sweetheart?" His voice made you startle and come to reality. You widened your eyes, seeing him tilt his head towards you, looking at you with those lustful eyes. "If you don't answer me, I might kiss you and I don't think you want that." His voice had already changed to a husky one, making you feel dominated by him. His hand slowly went down to your thigh, caressing you there, then going as high as possible. He started to bring his face closer to yours. You thinked he wanted to kiss you, but he just moved closer to your ear whispering some words. "My dad is home right now, if you want i can book a hotel for us." You couldn't say a word. You blinked a few times and looked at him. "I'll take this as a yes."

You got out of the car and he called a taxi to come. You arrived at the hotel. It seemed to be super expensive and not everyone could stay there. But you don't really about that right now, all you care about is that you will definitely have sex with a stranger. A fucking handsome stranger. When you entered in the elevator, San couldn't take his hands off you. He pressed you on the wall and put his hands on your hips, kissing you passionately as if you were his dinner. "Fuck, I want you so bad." ,he said through the kiss, then a sound was heard, knowing that you had reached the floor. The room that he booked was a very large one, with an elevator, making your situation easier. You got out of the elevator, and the first thing San does is to throw you on the bed, laying on top of you. You could feel how excited he was just through his pants so he started to kiss your neck and you moaned with pleasure at his touches." Take it off!" ,he told you this referring to the mini dress that you were wearing ,which was extremely revealing anyway. Seeing your skin makes him even more turned on. You struggled to take off the dress, but because you were too excited at the moment and the fact that you were put in an unusual situation, you got stuck and couldn't do anything. He got angry and tore your dress with his teeth. I don't need to say anything about the panties, because they were already gone is 2 seconds.

Now, you were in front of him. He looks at you like a piece of painting untouched by anyone. One of the most beautiful pieces he ever seen. He started to kiss you so passionately. You have never been touched like this. You could see that he was experienced. His cold hands roamed over your perfect boobs, then he went lower and lower until he felt how wet you were. "Oh, i made you wet, sweety?" , while he puts two fingers in you. He looked at you how you were moaning and screaming his name to do it faster, making him satisfied by the sounds. They were music to his ears. Then he started to lick you, feeling his tongue exploring every part of your dripping pussy. His tongue was moving so well, all you could do was scream his name as loud as you could. When he realized that you were close, he stopped instantly, stealing a good orgasm from you and in 5 seconds you were seeing his huge cock. Your eyes were focused at his pink tip, seeing how much attention he needed. His veiny hands were spreading your legs, rubbing his cock against your cunt, making you to throw back your head on the pillow. You felt so needy that you wanted him inside you, but he kept teasing you and watching you struggle. "San...please...", you beg him to be touched. "Please what?", he looked at you, seeing that he was able to get what he wanted, being proud of himself. You stood up, your face moving closer to his lips, his eyes exploring every feature on your face. "Fuck me", your hand roamed his abdomen, until it reached even lower, touching his member. You didn't even get to put your hand on his dick, because he grabbed your hand and threw you back on the bed.

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You never imagined that you would ever end up sleeping with someone, especially someone you don't know. You stopped thinking because you felt something entering you. The way you moaned, made San push himself even harder into you. One hand was on your boob massaging you, and the other on your pussy, rubbing it with slow movements. "Ah baby, you take me so good", you heard him groan, then a slap was heard that made your ass itch after. "Ready for us to cum?", You nodded, unable to say a word. His cock was hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, that spot only he could reach. "Fuck ," San cooed in your ear as you came. He whispered sweet words, kissing your temple as you began to calm down. He groaned, pumping into you a few more times before filling you with his white seed. He fell next to you, exhausted. You fell asleep so quickly that all you remembered was that he held you in his arms and you both fell asleep.

The sunlight woke you up, feeling a terrible pain between your legs, reminding you of what happened last night. Your cheeks turned pink, seeing that a muscular arm was holding you, not wanting to let you go. You slowly got out of bed, not wanting to wake him up and ruin his precious sleep. After all, he was just as tired as you. But you had to go. Today was your first day at work. You were looking for a job for a long time, and yesterday before this incident happened, you received an email that you were hired. You don't know what was in your mind to do such a thing. Even if you didn't want to leave, you had to. Without leaving a note or a phone number, you hurried, taking the elevator because San had rented a room on the top floor. What a good idea.

Getting into the taxi, you told the driver the address and in 10 minutes you reached your destination. You got out of the car, seeing the biggest building you had ever seen. Of course, rich people worked here. You could see it only by the way they were dressed and by the cars they had. You went inside, and while you were staring at how beautiful that place was. A lady came towards you. "Hello miss! You are new, right?", "Yes! I got hired yesterday.", she took your hand and you headed to the elevator. "Let me guide you to the meeting room.", you were a little surprised not expecting someone to help you on the your first day. You entered that big door, and there were a lot of people, probably looking for a job just like you. Someone opened the door causing the noise in the room to disappear. You turned around, your eyes not knowing what to do at that moment, whether to look or not. It was Choi San. Just when you thought you got rid of him, he just appears in front of you. He was dressed in a suit. The shirt and pants fit perfectly on his body. His hair was different. Everything was different. His glasses fit perfectly, and those fucking lips. You remembered how those lips kissed you all over, making you moan with pleasure. His eyes were looking somewhere, as if they wanted to look for someone. You turned your back pretending to look through the sheets. Feeling how he passes by, you could see him talking with other people. The meeting was over, you were getting ready to pack your things and go to see your office, but a hand appeared and closed the door in front of you. "Not you, Y/n", once you heard him call your name, your heart started beating fast. You turned around and your back felt the wall and a chest appeared in front of you. "Why are you trying to act like nothing happend, Miss Y/n?", he smirked at you putting his hands on your waist, going lower. "Why don't you pretend like nothing happened?", you told him, believing that if you look like you don't care, he will leave you alone. "Nothing? Was it all nothing to you?", you were really surprised. You didn't expect that answer from him, you thought it was just a one-night stand, but in fact he was interested in you. "Why? Are you interested in me?" , "Maybe", he untied his tie in front of you, throwing it on the desk, sitting on the chair looking at you with a look that you couldn't describe. "You can go to your office Miss Y/n, I'll come to you later", you didn't say anything, you just closed the door leaving him alone there in his office sipping his coffee.

While you settled in the office, San was extremely sad and confused. A wave of unknown feelings began to come to make him think about you and about last night. Walking down the hall, passing by his office, you heard that someone was there. The door was a little open so you could peek inside. Your body started to boil, seeing an employee talking to San. She was next to him, slightly bent over so that her cleavage could be seen. As you headed back to your office, A hand pulled you into a dark room and then pinned you to the wall. You were a little scared, but when you felt that wonderful scent of San's perfume, you relaxed. " Huh? Weren't you too busy? What do you want?" , He didn't have to say anything, he came closer to your face and kissed you passionately so that the kiss lasted forever, never forgetting this moment. "W-wait not here". "Then, after we leave come to my house, we have to finish something."

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