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justimagineok · 11 months

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angst challenge - NJ Edition

Summary: Namjoon thrashing from nightmares every night, feeling guilty because they wake up their s/o every time.

"Joon, wake up, c'mon", you tried to shake in him for the 5th time and this time the young leader woke up with a tremor through all of his body. It wasn't uncommon for him to wake up like this. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he hadn't woken up terrified. Terrified and ashamed. Ashamed you saw him like that so often. Afraid you saw that ugly part of him that he hated so much. And yet, you still stayed. He noticed the bags under your eyes as they grew day by day, a result of his lack of sleep as well. But you never complained. You never left him. He always woke up scared, ashamed, but never alone. "You're here. You're with me now, it's okay", you kept telling him, as he let you hug him the best way you could. "It's gonna be okay, baby. I promise it will. You're not alone." He hummed, telling his own body it was okay. He wasn't in danger. He wasn't alone. He thought about leaving you. Letting you go. You'll be so much better without him. But he never said anything. He didn't have the courage. A part of him was terrified you'd believe him when he told you he was gonna be just fine without you. "you should go", Namjoon whispered as he made space between you and him. "I can't do this to you. Not anymore" You frowned at him, clearly confused. He couldn't mean that. Right? He couldn't. 'Cause then your worst nightmare would come true. "I'm not going anywhere, Namjoon.", you stated, as you felt your own voice shake. You got scared every time Namjoon had a nightmare. Scared for him, of what he saw. But also scared he'd give you up. He was always a noble man, but also a stubborn one. You knew how embarrassed he got when he noticed the bags under your eyes and your lack of focus through the day, because you couldn't get a good night of sleep. He tried to persuade you to sleep in a different room, but you refused it. He couldn't could the times he caught you dozing off through the day, because of how tired you were. And the way you blushed when you saw he noticed too. He couldn't do it anymore. "if you won't, then I'll go", he moved, so he could get out of the bed, but you held his arms. "why are you doing this?", you asked him, the sadness clear in your voice. "why are YOU doing this?", he spat back, shaking your hand from him. "Why do you keep staying?", he huffed as he closed his eyes, trying to make some sense."I don't even remember the nightmares, but I keep having them... and I keep waking up like this and yet you keep staying!", he raised his voice and you flinched slightly. But he noticed. "I'm not leaving you, Joon. I am not leaving you.", you reached for his hand, but he gave a step back. He didn't want you to leave. God, he wanted you to stay forever. To keep staying, even if things never got better than that. But it was too selfish of him. "I know you're not gonna leave me, baby", his voice was so calm but yet, it made your heart race. He wasn't changing his mind and you could feel it. "I'm not gonna make you do that.", he wiped the tears fell aggressively. "Thank you for not leaving. For staying with me. I am so grateful", this time he was the one to reach for your hand, as he kneeled on the ground, getting face to face with you. "I have to go.", he confessed. "I'm the one who's gotta go." "no", you shook your head, squeezing his hand in yours. "no, you don't. You don't, Joon, c'mon. Don't say this to me", you begged him, but he just closed his eyes, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them. "I love you so much... So much...", he whispered as he kissed your hands again. "don't do this, Joon. Don't leave me." You reached out to hug him, to embrace him, but Namjoon got up again, letting go of your hand, and you never felt so alone in your life. You knew you'll never touch him again. Not like you used to do. You could see it in his eyes. He was leaving. He didn't say anything else and for some reason, you didn't either. You watched as he reached for his phone under his pillow, and you could hear distantly as he called for someone to pick him up, even if it was 2:49 am. He didn't change clothes or pack a bag. He didn't even put on his slippers. You watched as he said goodbye to whoever it was on the phone and got back to the bedroom in slow steps. He stopped by the door, watching as you spaced out. He was nothing but a blur by now, your own tears preventing you from looking at the terrible scene of the person you love leaving. Namjoon didn't say goodbye, or I'm sorry or nothing like that. He just looked at you one more time, before turning his back for the last time and leaving the apartment for good. Yes, you've seen him a few more times, but on television and the internet. He never set foot in the apartment again. And he never laid eyes on you in person, neither. He was gone. But not his nightmares. Neither yours too.

#namjoon x you #namjoon angst #angst namjoon #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #namjoon x oc #angst challenge #bts angst

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artoutoftheblue · 1 year

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Sun 🙏

Possession involving Sun is actually canon in Haunted Stars, so this was a perfect excuse to draw this scene

The one possessing him is Eclipse of course <3

#fnaf security breach #daycare attendant #blues art #asks #haunted stars au #hs sun #hs vanessa #angst challenge

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sweeterthanthis · 1 year

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Hi, Sweethearts 🖤

It's been a while since I hosted a challenge and I thought I'd have a little fun with my favourite genres. Forbidden love and angst. Happy ending or no happy ending, dark fic or fluffy, it just hurts so good.

🖤 This challenge is 18+ only. Minors DNI. If you ignore this rule and write for this challenge anyway, it won't be read by me.

🖤 Must be either a Sebastian Stan or Chris Evans character (popular or obscure, it doesn't matter) or one of the following: Frank Castle, Soldier Boy, Dean Winchester, Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen II, Harwin Strong. No RPF please.

🖤 This challenge is LGBTQ+ friendly and inclusive to all writers and pairings.

🖤 Reader insert only and must not be part of an ongoing work (unless it can be read as a stand alone piece).

🖤 There is no word limit but please use a read more tab if your fic is more than 500 words long.

🖤 When you post your fic, use the hashtag #bittersweetsymphonywritingchallenge.

🖤 I reserve the right to not read something I'm not comfortable with. That being said, please tag your warnings appropriately and concisely.

🖤 No underage, medical torture, beastiality (monsters don't count) or scat.

🖤 The official deadline for this challenge is 28th February 2023.

🖤 There is a list of prompts below to choose from. To avoid the potential crossover of ideas and plots within the challenge, please send me an ask to claim your prompt and I'll strike it off the list. Prompts are first come, first served but if needed, I have a reserves list.

🖤 You don't have to include the prompt chosen directly in your fic. Purely being inspired by it is absolutely encouraged, too!

Remember, the most important thing is to have fun! I'm looking forward to seeing what people come up with! Hurt and heal my little black heart! Thank you so much to @sgt-seabass for the beautiful banners used 🖤

1. "Lost inside her dirty world, no one hurts this pretty girl." - Slipknot, Killpop

2. "So take this wine and drink with me. Let's delay our misery." - Eagle-Eye Cherry, Save Tonight

3. "It's not like I'm falling in love, I just want you to do me no good." - Arctic Monkeys, No.1 Party Anthem

4. "Take you like a drug, I taste you on my tongue." - The Neighborhood, Daddy Issues

5. "Remember how it was with you, remember how you pulled me through." - deadmau5 & Kaskade.

6. "You know my heart died and you had me aching, how about a piece of your own medicine?" - AlunaGeorge, Attracting Flies

7. "I never wanted you to hurt too much to touch." - Banks, And I Drove You Crazy

8. "Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne." - BMTH, Throne

9. "You came over me like some holy rite, and although I was burning, you're the only light." - Florence + The Machine, Only If For a Night

10. "I do it so good, it's gonna be hard to break the habit." - Ariana Grande, Nasty

11. "If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised." - Halsey, Castle

12. "One heart broke, four hands bloody." - Olivia Rodrigo, Favorite Crime

13. "Trust me girl, you wanna be high for this." - The Weeknd, High For This

14. "I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me." - Fallout Boy, Dance Dance

15. "I wanna see what you're made of, I won't tell and you won't either." - Henry Verus, Your Guilty Pleasure

16. "I did things to you only lovers would do in the dark. I made you a god." - Labrinth, Still Don't Know My Name

17. "All your talent and my good taste, I’d hate to see it go to waste." - The Eagles, The King Of Hollywood

18. "You fucked me so good that I almost said, "I love you"."- Lana Del Rey, Norman Fucking Rockwell

19. "I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey." - Taylor Swift, False God

20. "With your arms by your side there's no struggling, pleasure's all mine this time." - Avenged Sevenfold, Scream

21. "When I met you in that hotel room, I could tell that you were so bad news." - Montell Fish, Hotel

22. "I'm a heartless man at worst, babe, and a helpless one at best." - Paolo Nutini, Candy

23. "I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did." - Dove Cameron, Boyfriend

24. "It isn't that much fun staring down a loaded gun." - My Chemical Romance, Cemetery Drive

25. "Show me your scars and I won't walk away." - Beyoncé, Sandcastles

26. "I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees." - The Verve, Bitter Sweet Symphony

27. "Can't change the way we are, one kiss away from killing." - Bishop Briggs, River

28. "I know you said that I changed with my cold heart, but it was your game that left scars." - Mabel, Call Me Up

29. "Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new." - Arctic Monkeys, Do I Wanna Know

30. "And even though we live inside a dangerously empty life, you always seem to bring the light." - The Weeknd, Angel

31. "Baby, come bring me hell. Let it rain over me." - Zara Larsson, Ruin My Life

32. "Took one fuckin' look at your face, now I wanna know how you taste." - Ariana Grande, Break Up With Your Girlfriend I'm Bored

33. "And you call me up again just to break me like a promise." - Taylor Swift, All Too Well

34. "God, I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you." - Olivia Rodrigo, Traitor

I won't tag anyone but I'd really appreciate it if my mutuals and followers could reblog and spread the word. In saying that, there's no pressure to do so 🥰

#bittersweet symphony writing challenge #milestone challenge #writing challenge #angst challenge

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unknooooow · 3 months

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and here is my part of the angst challenge that was done with @alex-a-fans :))

a small rewrite of a part of the IDW comics/filler for part 2

hope u enjoy ;D

#back to the future #doc brown #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #angst #angst challenge #so who do you think is the best executioner?? :))#I think we both are #doc is our fav punching bag #i believe in doc supremacy #:)

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bebx · 7 months

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 7 months

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feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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modifieduchiha · 9 months

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Show, don't tell : Part 1

Directory Writing Masterlist Blog Etiquette Buy me a Ko-Fi?

[ Angry + Frustrated ]

Red face

Tensing up jaw/body

Clenching fists

Gritting teeth

Stomped feet

Rolling eyes

Crossing arms

Kick/Hit something

Eyebrows furl

Face crunches up

Tight lips

Narrow eyes

[ Happy + Excited ]

Laugh/Giggle

Smile from ear to ear

High tone in voice

Smiling/Grinning while talking

Heart Pounding

Clapping

Breathing deeply

Squeal/Scream

Talking fast

Contentedly Sigh

Tilted head

Hand clasped over mouth

[Bored + Tired ]

Pace back and forth

Sigh loudly

Blank face

Play with fingers

Staring off into space

Yawning

Fidgeting around

Leaning head on hands

Rubbing eyes

Droopy eyes

Dark circles under eyes

Complaining

[Sad + Scared]

Trembling lips/body

Tears in eyes

Bite Nails

Curl up/tuck knees to chest

Bite nails

Eyes burn/turn red

Stop breathing OR breathe fast

Lose appetite

Frowning

Darting eyes

Blinking quick or not at all

Pounding heart

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gimmethatagustd · 3 months

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morals on sundays | myg

You're still in love with your ex-boyfriend. Yoongi offers some help to get over him.

○ Pairing: BFF!Yoongi x f!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Friends with benefits, angst, smut, fluff

○ 6 / 100 Drabble Challenge (FWB)

○ Word Count: 2,177

○ Warnings: MC's boyfriend cheated on her, post-breakup blues, questionable decision making, fingering so good you'll try to run away from it, pussy eating, too much tongue sucking probably, Yoongi is a boob guy, they have matching Spongebob and Patrick coffee mugs so why aren't they married?? Idiots

○ Notes: Shout out to @sailoryooons for also writing about a daegu boy eating pussy tonight 😌 And, as usual, I wrote this with scrambled eggs for brains and didn't proofread it, so if you see any errors, no you didn't

○ Post Date: January 22, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? Imported - Jessie Reyez ft. 6LACK

Lately, you’ve felt like disappearing – not into a crowded city street in another country or down an unlit dirt road into the unknown, but into the warm folds of Yoongi’s hoodie. You’re already halfway there, with your fingers interlaced with his, shoved into the large front pocket, and your face tucked into his shoulder.

“Fuck, I hate taking the bus,” he curses, his words turning into a cloud that disappears into the cold air.

“How much time do we have?”

Yoongi turns his head, and his lips briefly touch the cold curve of your ear.

“You’re mumbling. What’d you say?”

“How much time until it comes?” You squint up at him, cheek still pressed against his shoulder. It’s too warm here to want to move.

“Can’t check the app on my phone unless you give me my hands.”

“No.”

Yoongi chuckles and jostles your head by bobbing his shoulders.

“I thought our date would cheer you up.” His complaint is playful, eyes sparkling in the streetlights when he returns his gaze to the empty road. You should have gotten a taxi.

“I’m gonna die alone. Doesn’t matter how much late-night pizza I eat or how many stupid action movies I watch,” you grumble into Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Even when the action movie lead has a super hot sex scene that’s poorly timed and irrelevant to the plot?”

“Nope.”

“Even when the coolest guy on the entire planet was the one who took you?” Yoongi smiles cheekily, his gaze back on you. He wiggles his shoulders again, hard enough to bounce your head.

Annoyed, you straighten up, hands still shoved in his pockets. The movie wasn’t that bad. The pizza was actually great. You’re just depressed.

“I didn’t think it would take this long…” You whisper into the little space between your body and Yoongi’s. He knows you aren’t talking about the bus.

Yoongi squeezes your hands inside his hoodie. The rest of you might be freezing in the winter night air, but at least Yoongi keeps your hands warm. He keeps your heart warm, too, with his sincere gaze when he looks at you.

“You were too good for him.”

Yoongi’s right. He’s always right.

You’re sufficiently frozen by the time the bus finally arrives. Yoongi pays for you both because he’s trying to make life easy. No bumps in the road, no unnecessary stress. He lets you sit in a window seat so you can stare out at the blurry night scenery and have your sad main character moment for as long as it takes to get to your apartment.

Once you arrive, he follows you inside and heads straight to the kitchen while you slump down the hall to your bedroom. The cold seeps so deeply into your bones that the sweatpants and sweater you change into barely help increase your body temperature.

Maybe it’s because the sweatpants and sweater are your ex-boyfriend’s, and the universe wants to keep your body as cold as his heart was.

In the kitchen, Yoongi uses a wooden spoon to stir hot chocolate in a small pot, your favorite kind that comes in a block of chocolate that melts with milk. It’s likely been years since Yoongi has made you hot chocolate. Cozy winter nights indoors were once commonplace, the two of you alternating between apartments to make each other snacks and treat cuddles like currency. The appearance of your ex put an end to the comfort you shared with Yoongi. It put an end to most things that brought you comfort.

As you expect, Yoongi has two mugs out on the counter. You reach for yours, twisting it in your hands as you wait for him to finish.

“Remember when Spongebob tried to become best friends with Squidward instead of Patrick?” Yoongi asks, turning off the stove. He uses a ladle to pour hot chocolate into his pink mug, then pours some into your yellow one.

“Yes.”

“He was Squidward. I’m just mad I didn’t get to blow up his house–” Yoongi laughs and nearly spills his drink when you smack him in the arm, “–with bubbles! With bubbles. I’m not homicidal.”

Rolling your eyes, you set down your mug next to Yoongi’s, both drinks too hot to drink quickly.

“Thank you,” you mumble, hooking your finger into his hoodie pocket and tugging lightly, the action absentminded. You keep your eyes cast downward because you don’t want him to see your tears if they run. “I’m sorry I’ve been in such a shitty mood. I know it’s been a while, but, it just… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about him, and everything fucking hurts…”

Yoongi slips his fingers under your sleeve and circles your wrist, pulling your hand away from his pocket so he can lace your fingers together. They’re so much warmer now, defrosted by the heat blasting through your apartment and Yoongi’s hot chocolate.

“Maybe you could start by not wearing his clothes?” Yoongi offers quietly. “Can’t imagine it’s easy to get over someone when you keep them on your body like that.”

You sniffle and nod. Again, Yoongi is always right.

“Easier said than done…” you mumble, giving him a weak smile when you finally meet his eyes. There’s something there in his expression, something that seems different.

You don’t move away when Yoongi steps closer, even when he has you backed against the counter, even when you feel like you’re going to swallow your heart.

“I could take them off for you,” Yoongi says softly. He lets go of your sleeve to pinch the hem of your sweater, tugging it lightly. “If you can’t do it, I can.”

“Yeah?” You feel out of breath, maybe because you suck in your stomach when Yoongi’s fingers brush against it.

“Yeah,” he echoes, fingers sliding along your ribs as he pushes your sweater up. “So you can get over him.”

It’s a terrible idea, but your stomach flutters when he looks at you with sleepy eyes weighed down by the late hour and lust. He bites his bottom lip, and you feel your resolve slip as easily as Yoongi’s fingers do beneath your clothes.

“I want to.” The declaration is desperate, and for a moment, you can’t do anything but stare into Yoongi’s eyes with an all-consuming sadness that eats at your insides, gnawing on bones and biting holes into your lungs. “God, Yoongi, I want to.”

Yoongi touches his forehead to yours, making you close your eyes because he’s too close and you’re too much of a coward.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispers. His voice is as gentle as his hands on your bare waist, his thumbs caressing your sensitive skin.

You raise your arms for Yoongi to pull off your sweater. He’s confident when he squeezes your tits, doesn’t even seem caught off guard when he realizes you’re not wearing anything under the sweater. He brushes his thumbs over your nipples as he leans in to kiss you, his tongue tasting sweet from the hot chocolate when he flicks it against yours.

“Yoongi,” you call out with an airy sigh that harmonizes nicely with the sound of him sucking open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“Hmm?” Yoongi hums against the base of your throat, the vibration sending a tingling sensation straight to your clit. He keeps one hand on the counter beside your waist, caging you in, while his other hand cups your pussy over your sweatpants.

“Oh,” you gasp, your hands immediately finding Yoongi’s firm shoulders when he starts rubbing your clit, occasionally dipping his fingers lower to press against your entrance, soaking the fabric.

“These are his, too, right?”

“Y-yes,” you moan as Yoongi pulls down your sweatpants, taking your underwear with them.

You can’t say you never thought about how attractive Yoongi is; it’s hard to ignore. It’s just that Yoongi is your best friend. If anything were to happen between the two of you, you don’t know if you’d be able to survive losing him, too. You love him.

But you also love your ex.

It’s hard to think about that, though, with two of Yoongi’s fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. They’re long, reaching deeper than your own can when you finger yourself, always late at night when you’re lonely. It never feels good after. The clarity always seems to hit too quickly, like being dunked in a pool of ice water.

Three months. That’s how long it’s been since another person touched you, since you found out your ex-boyfriend had been cheating on you. You didn’t realize how much you missed it until you’ve got your head thrown back and your thighs quivering as Yoongi fucks you with his fingers. You nearly climb up the counter, both wanting him to touch you more and trying to get away because it’s too good.

Your ex never searched for the spot that would make your legs shake, but Yoongi does. He curls his fingers against your front wall and keeps up his rhythm, moving with your body when you can’t control where it goes.

“Fuck, right there.” You’re burning up, veins turned to lava that’s rushing toward your core as Yoongi fucks you closer and closer to your orgasm until you’re on the verge of tears because you haven’t been touched in so long and you’re so lonely and you weren’t good enough. You weren’t enough.

“Wanna make you cum,” Yoongi groans, deep and gravelly, between licking a stripe up your tits and sucking your nipples.

“Please,” you moan, “Please, I’m so close.”

Your arousal gushes around his fingers, slicking them up and making your pussy squelch when Yoongi flutters them inside you. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, almost too hard. It stops you from bucking your hips, but you can barely stand as it is.

Yoongi’s lips are back on yours, red from sucking your nipples until it hurt. He whispers against your lips and opens his mouth to let you suck on his tongue with a pathetic whimper.

“Not yet, though.”

“Wha– Yoongi, no–” It’s embarrassing how loudly you cry out when Yoongi slips his fingers out of your pussy. You feel the fire in your core simmer until you’re left with a painfully throbbing clit and your juices smeared on your inner thighs.

“Shhh, you know I always take care of you.” Yoongi shuts you up with a bite to your bottom lip. He leans down slightly to squeeze the backs of your thighs and hoist you up onto the counter. “Lean back.”

The cold marble counter sends shivers across your body, but it can’t keep up with the heat of Yoongi’s mouth on your pussy. He kisses your lips so gently that you think you might actually cry before he pushes your thighs back, opening you up.

“Oh fuck,” you moan as Yoongi goes straight for your clit, sucking on it as he swirls his tongue around it. You dig your hands into his hair and tug the strands hard enough to make him moan into your pussy. “Use your, use–”

Yoongi laps at your clit in quick, consistent bursts that fall in line with the tempo he’s fucking you to with two fingers again. His free hand presses against your lower abdomen, keeping your body taunt so you don’t buck into his face or curl inward. It’s bad enough that you can’t stop your legs from shaking when one rests on his shoulder and the other drapes over the crook of his arm.

It’s messy and loud, Yoongi licking and sucking your pussy like he really is trying to empty your mind of everything but the way the tip of his hot, wet tongue feels swirling your clit and the stretch of his fingers when he slips a third inside you and focuses on massaging the sensitive part of your walls. It’s working. He completely consumes your senses, down to how gorgeous he looks staring at you from between your thighs.

Your Yoongi, fingerfucking you and sucking your clit like you’re his favorite meal.

You try not to bang your head against the counter when you finally cum, instead focusing the overwhelming energy into pulling Yoongi’s hair to keep his face in your pussy.

He continues fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, to the point that you can’t lie still any longer.

“Yoongi, oh my god, Yoongi, it’s too much,” you whimper and gasp, thighs closing around his head until he finally eases his fingers out of you.

Strings of your arousal connect his lips with your pussy until he swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, cutting them off. His bangs are pushed off his forehead and his hair sticks up from you pulling on it, but his eyes sparkle and his cheeks are just as rosy as his pink, slicked-up lips.

“Shit,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning over you on the counter to kiss you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth and lets you suck your juices from it.

You think you taste better on Yoongi’s tongue than on your ex’s.

Disclaimer: All my writing is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. None of these characters are meant to actually represent the real people mentioned in the stories.

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#yoongi x reader #bts x reader #yoongi smut #bts smut #yoongi angst #bts angst #yoongi fluff #bts fluff #yoongi fanfic #bts fanfic #jai writes #gimmethatagustd #mos #100 drabble challenge

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vanteguccir · 2 months

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Baking blind, deaf and mute | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N participates in the Baking Blind, Deaf and Mute video, but things don't go as planned.

Warning: Begin of a panic attack, anxiety.

Requested?: Yes, @ecliphttlunar

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Alright guys, it's been almost a year since the last time we filmed one of these, I think..." Nick began, his body appearing in the camera frame, stopping next to Matt.

"Yeah, and today we have a special guest-" Matt was interrupted by Nick, who swallowed all the rest of his energy drink, stumbling back as he shook his head hard, feeling the burn go down his throat.

"Like she doesn't appear in almost every video." Chris ignored Nick's reaction, momentarily pointing to his girlfriend next to him.

A laugh escaped his throat, followed by a dramatic sound of pain as he received a slap from Y/N as a response, who rolled her eyes at him, crossing her arms and looking at the camera.

"They love me more than they love you guys at this point." She murmured, pointing at the camera with her chin, blowing an air kiss towards it.

"Anyways!" Nick shouted, casting a scolding glance from the corner of his eye at Chris and Y/N, focusing his eyes on the lens. "Today we're going to do the baking blind, deaf and mute challenge, and we have a guest with us, Y/N!" He raised his left hand, pointing it towards the girl momentarily, who smiled big and waved.

"Exactly, and since there will be four of us, instead of three, we will repeat one position. Y/N will be blind with Matt, while I will be mute and Nick will be deaf." Chris explained, wrapping his left arm around his girl's shoulder, pulling her close and massaging her biceps slightly, sealing his lips over her head momentarily.

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"Okay, today we're going to cook a carrot cake with chocolate frosting since it's our guest's favorite." Nick spoke, his voice coming out louder than normal since his ears were covered by the headphones where music was coming out at full volume.

Y/N nodded, resting her hands on the table, unable to see exactly where she was, her eyes already covered by Chris's red bandana.

"Y/N doesn't eat ready cake mixture, so we're going to make it from scratch!" Matt added, his back resting on the counter next to the stove.

His arms were crossed, and his head was turned in the direction he thought the camera was.

"Let's begin!"

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"Can someone preheat the oven, please?" Y/N asked, her head turned to the side where she heard footsteps.

A tired sigh escaped her nose when she received no response. The girl moved slowly, using her raised arms for support, feeling wherever she went.

Sudden hands on her waist made her jump in fright, relief coursing through her veins as she quickly recognized Chris's touch. The boy holds her tightly, guiding her slowly through the kitchen, until they reach the stove.

Chris lightly held her wrist, guiding her hand to the button to turn on the oven, waiting for her to do so before letting go of her hand, moving away slightly.

"What is happening? Are you still here?" Matt's voice cut through the air, his figure doing a 360° turn as he tried to understand where the others were.

"In here, Matt." Y/N replied as she walked back to the table, feeling around until she found the ingredients already separated.

The girl reached for the carrots, feeling them to check if they were peeled. They weren't.

"Chris, can you peel it for me, please?" The girl asked loudly, lifting her chin in the air so her voice could echo better.

Footsteps approached, and soon, the carrots were taken from her hands, the sound of a knife hitting the cutting board filling her ears.

The sound of screams filled the kitchen, Nick singing the songs he was listening to as loud as possible, probably dancing around the space, checking every now and then if the others were making the recipe correctly, despite Y/N and Chris knowing it by heart.

"Nick, can you shut up?" Matt asked loudly, turning in the direction where his brother's voice came from.

Nick noticed Matt trying to talk to him, looking back while furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"What?" He screamed.

Y/N, who was blindly measuring the correct amount of oil using a measuring cup, jumped in place in fright by the sudden loud sound. Her hand holding the oil shook slightly from the movement, spilling some of the contents onto her other hand and the table.

Her shoulders slumped, but she just kept going, knowing that there was nothing she could do at that moment other than fulfill her task.

After measuring the oil and flour as correctly as possible, the girl felt the table on her right side in search of the cut carrots, no longer feeling Chris' presence there.

Her hands ran across the wooden surface, grabbing the first thing she found in the belief that it was the vegetables, but instead, it was a knife.

A wince escaped her lips, feeling a sharp burning sensation spread from her right index finger to her hand. She had cut herself.

"Can I have a paper towel?" Y/N asked in a low tone, her voice coming out choppy from the pain she felt. "Hey, somebody, a paper towel. Please?"

No one answered her, Matt and Nick's arguing voices only growing louder and louder.

The girl took a deep breath, wiping her finger on her t-shirt, feeling pain and disgust at the same time at the thought of cleaning a wound on a fabric that wasn't as clean as something specific for hygiene.

Her attention returned to the things in front of herself. Y/N replayed her last steps in her mind, making sure she did everything right.

With that, her hand rescued the fuê that she knew was on her left side and began to mix all the ingredients in the ceramic bowl carefully, despite the pain in her hand.

She felt her senses were more heightened than normal, perhaps because her eyes were covered, which made her hear the different steps of each of the triplets, their voices, and in which direction they were going.

But at that moment, her attention was so focused on the mixture that she forgot to pay attention to the three boys.

"Matt, I'm not listening to anything you're saying!" Nick shouted, his tone full of sarcasm.

"I'm just asking you to stop-"

"Don't touch me, Chris!"

"Nick, stop doing that-"

"Stop talking, I can't hear you-"

The impact came suddenly against Y/N's back, causing her to hit her belly on the corner of the table and, consequently, pushing the mixture forward due to the impact. She was certain that everything had been spilled onto the wooden surface when she heard a loud gasp coming from Matt.

Y/N's lips trembled before the tears even came. She felt her eyes burning behind her bandana while her cheeks and chest ached with anguish.

"Y/N?" Chris's voice came out softly, his hands quickly ripping the bandana from his mouth, approaching his girl, ignoring the guilty looks from Nick and Matt as they both removed their respective bandana and headphones.

Y/N didn't respond, resting her hands on the table and lowering her head, feeling the fabric over her eyes getting damp little by little.

"Baby?" Chris whispered, slowly untying the knot on the bandana behind her head, being careful not to pull out any hair. The last thing he wanted was to cause pain on his girlfriend.

He felt his heart sink at the sight of her eyes closed tightly and her eyelashes damp against her pink cheeks. His own eyes quickly caught her chest rising and falling faster than normal in agitation.

Chris moved closer to her, positioning his hands on both of his girl's hips, lightly squeezing the covered skin in an attempt to ground her.

"Hey, hey, pretty girl, it's okay. Deep breaths, hm?" The brunette whispered close to her ear, casting a quick look behind his shoulder at his brothers, silently asking them to move away. "That's right, just like that. You got it, my love."

Y/N sucked in air through her nose, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it through her mouth.

After repeating the process a few times, she could finally feel her heart calm down and the anguish slowly disappear. Y/N opened her eyes slowly, blinking a few times to remove the remnants of tears.

"There's my pretty girl. Are you with me, baby?" Chris smiled kindly, his eyes shining as he looked at Y/N, waiting for her answer.

"Uhum, I am good. Thank you, baby." Her voice came out still a whisper, but in a healthier tone. "Can we continue? I really want to-"

"Wait, is that blood? Baby, are you hurt?" Chris noticed the reddish tone on her right hand, interrupting her sentence and holding her hand delicately with both of his, analyzing the small cut.

"Yeah, with that knife. It was an accident, but it's not hurting anymore." The girl tried to assure him, stroking his hands with her thumb slowly.

"Can we at least clean it? Before we continue." He asked, his tone full of hope while his eyes run through her face, trying to find any trace of pain.

"Okay." Y/N nodded, whispering with a small smile decorating her face.

The boy guided her to the sink, turning on the tap to cold water and slowly bringing her hand closer to the jet, letting the water hit the injured skin slowly, so that it didn't make her feel any more pain.

A wince escaped Y/N's throat when she felt the contact, suppressing the urge to pull her hand back.

"I know, baby. I know, I'm sorry." Chris whispered, his lips pressed against the side of her head. His free hand made small circles on her back, trying to reflect calm to her.

After a few seconds, Chris finally turned off the tap again, drying his own hand before rescuing a few sheets of paper towels. He wiped Y/N's sensitive skin slowly, wrapping her finger around a clean sheet.

"All done, honey."

"Thank you." She smiled, sealing her lips on his jaw slightly. "Can we bake now?" She asked innocently, looking at Matt and Nick, who were still watching them with guilty eyes.

Chris let out a low chuckle at her comment, waving his brothers closer again.

"Are you good, girl?" Nick asked as he approached Y/N, stroking her left shoulder lightly, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I am good, Nick. I promise." She smiled big at her best friend, hugging him sideways and laying her head on his right shoulder for a few seconds before stepping away again.

"Okay then, let's bake a cake!" Matt smiled at the camera, grabbing the nearest roll of paper towels, ready to clean up the mess before they could start baking again.

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Extra - comments:

"omg I would die on Y/N's place, all this was so overwhelming 😭"

"chris is such a good boyfriend and you can see it in here, the way he helps her at the beginning? bf goals 😫😫😫"

"chris and Y/N are so beautiful together 🥺"

"the way chris was super worried about Y/N so he ripped off his bandana too quickly to help her 😔😔😔"

"I want what they have so bad"

"nick and matt feeling guilty and then worrying about her was so cute!!"

"them baking it from the beginning again only because Y/N wanted to eat that cake is so thoughtful 😭"

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