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harrywritingsbyme · 3 years

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The one about Harry's leather suit

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: So I know it’s like a week late, but Harry won a Grammy...and I’m so proud of him. I wish I could’ve written this sooner, but I’m not as talented and as quick to come up with fic ideas like so many other writers on here. So I decided to just write a smutty and little blurb for y’all. This one was rlly hard to write, not bc I was writers block or anything; simply bc there were just too many good concepts to choose from. Plus the timeline of events of said concepts and the fic in general would be shitty and I didn’t want to jump from one time to a new one and not have a cohesive fic…that takes a lot of practice lmao. So I had to leave some stuff out even tho I rlly didn’t want to. But I hope what I was able to put together isn’t trash…the ending sucks but that’s okay I guess. enjoy🙃

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You were going absolutely insane right now. As you sat at the end of the bed and watched Harry get ready for his performance, you were finding it incredibly hard to maintain your composure and hold on to any shred of sanity you had left. Your eyes followed his every movement as he floated through the room, not once stopping to focus on something other than Harry. The only times you looked away were when he caught you redhanded staring at him. But even then, your eyes were trained right back on him once he wasn’t looking in your direction. As you sat there, you could feel your body becoming warmer and warmer, little beads of sweat forming along your forehead and the back of your neck as you watched him. You could also feel the area between your legs becoming stickier and stickier as the time went on. Now you always loved the clothes he wore on stage and how he made just about anything look great. You were also consistent with the mindset that Harry was the most gorgeous man to ever walk the earth.

But for some reason, in this moment he was even hotter than normal and you were completely obsessed with what he was wearing. His outfit managed to make him look even hotter than usual, his gorgeousness managed to make his outfit look even more stunning and hot, and the both of them together managed to push you to the brink of exploding into a billion tiny pieces. On top of all that, even though you knew his nerves were flowing regarding his first and opening performance at the Grammys where he was nominated an incredible three times, you could still feel his excitement and confidence radiating off of him. Which only contributed to you being pushed even closer to exploding into tiny pieces. The combination of feeling proud of Harry and his accomplishments, being very enamored for him, and being extremely hot and bothered over his mere existence was a whirlwind that only Harry could pull you out of.

“Okay, so how do I look babe?” Harry asks as he turns around to fully face you, his voice breaking you out of your riled up thoughts.

“You look great.” You quickly reply, trying to suppress the fiery need you had for him that was rumbling nearly uncontrollably inside of you.

“Are you alright Y/n? You seem a bit out of it.” He asks, his voice filled with concern. Well, pretend concern that is. He wasn’t going to just call you out on being so turned on right in front of his team; he wasn’t going to embarrass you like that. He was already doing it in very subtle ways. From keeping the bathroom door open a bit so that you could watch him change, to making sure to catch you staring at him, to even taking the time to shower you with love and attention. Harry knew exactly what he was doing to you and he got such a kick out of watching you crumble and become desperate for him. Maybe that was just his self proclaimed narcissism working in the form of a mild embarrassment kink. Either way though, Harry knew exactly what he was doing and he knew the effect all of the little things he did would have on you. He also knew that he’d have to take care of you before he was sucked into the madness of it all. No matter how much he loved driving you up the walls with his antics, whether it was turning you on beyond compare or annoying the hell out of you, Harry was always going to make sure you were alright. Plus it ended up working out in his favor since he could really use a pre-first time ever Grammy performance round to loosen him up and shake all the nerves that were running through his body. And you looked too cute just sitting there at the edge of the bed watching him.

“Hey Harry, how much time until we have to leave?” Harry asks his stylist, his attention still in your direction.

“A little over an hour.” His stylist promptly replies.

“Can I have 30 with Y/n please?” Harry asks, his attention still in your direction. He could see you beginning to squirm a bit under his gaze and he wasn’t going to let up until you two were all alone and he could dive into everything that was going on with you right in front of him.

“And not a second more Harry! And Y/n!” He replies, poking his head around the corner to point his response at you as well. “We have to get pictures and all before we leave.” He then proceeds to get the other two of his team members together and out of the the door. “And please don’t get anything on the clothes!” He shouts back, already having a pretty good idea as to what you two were about to get into before closing the door, leaving you and Harry all alone.

Without saying a single word to you, Harry steps closer to where you’re sitting on the bed and reaches out to grab your hands and pull you up from the bed. To which you immediately oblige and stand up in front of him at the end of the bed. And in what seemed like a blink of an eye, Harry switches positions with you, sitting at the end of the bed before pulling you right on top of him and into his lap.

“What are you-“

“Don’t act like you don’t want it.” Harry interjects, deciding that if he only had 30 minuets with you, he wasn’t going to be playing any games.

“But we only-“

“Do you want to stop throbbing down there or what?” He asks sternly, cutting you off again.

“M’throbbing so bad.” You sigh, completely giving into him and beginning to move yourself against him a bit.

“Why doll?” He asks, wrapping his hands around your thighs to pull you higher up into his lap before helping you move back and forth against him.

“You just look so good daddy.” You moan, letting out a little sigh at not only the image of him that was stuck in your head, but also at how good it felt to have some type of friction down there. You were craving any type of touch or attention from Harry and you were finally getting it.

“You like what daddy’s wearin’ for his performance?” He breathes out in response, beginning to get a bit more riled up himself. He was already quite turned on at how you were trying so hard to keep it together. But now you were on top of him, a little subby, and falling apart. He could feel his cock growing and growing in his pants beneath you. And the more you moved back and forth on him, the harder he got and the more desperate he became to have your walls around him.

“Mhm!” You whine, continuing to move back and forth against him. “Need you so bad!” You whimper, leaning into him a bit more so that you could dig your clit down into him. Which in turn causes your moans to become a tad higher.

“Is that little clit of yours tingling for daddy sweet girl?” He asks, bucking his hips up into you a couple times, picking up on the slight change in your movement. “Bet it’s nice and swollen f’me. Always so sensitive and ready to be played with.” He continues on, reminiscing on all the times where he made you squirt multiple times simply from toying with and sucking on your cute little bud.

To move things further along, Harry removes his hands from your thighs and he brings brings them up to your waist before lying back against the bed and pulling you higher up in his lap. You were so caught up in how good it felt to be relieving some of the pressure between your legs against the bump in Harry’s pants that you didn’t even notice Harry taking a peek underneath your dress.

“Well I see someone decided to wear panties today.” Harry chuckles as he pushes his index finger up between your folds a bit to pull the panties that your pussy had practically engulfed out, causing you to snap out of your pleasured trance.

“Figured it was appropriate for the occasion so I decided to just throw a pair on.” You explain through your soft pants, a cute little smile spreading across your face in the process.

“Cute. But if y’gonna wear panties sweets, make sure they can fit all of y’pussy.” He chuckles, admiring how the glistening and fleshy lips of your cunt practically swallowed up all of the material from your panties.

“But I thought you liked that daddy.” You whisper though a little pout, lifting your dress a little higher to take a peek down there yourself.

“I do sweet girl. It’s just that I prefer easy access y’know. Never know when I may wanna fuck you or eat your pretty little peach.” He explains. “Don’t want anything in the way.” He continues on, swiftly pulling your panties, which were pretty sticky by the way, to the side to expose your even stickier pussy to him. “Now that’s even cuter.” Harry huffs, his need to feel you growing by the second. You were so wet that all the curly little hairs around your pussy were completely matted from all of your sticky juices. He had to feel that around his cock.

“Thank you daddy.” You whisper back, feeling a warmth rising to your cheeks at his comment and the fact that he’s just ogling at your pussy. “Now it’s your turn.” You whisper excitedly, moving down off of his bulge some more and shifting your focus on undoing his pants. “I see someone didn’t have the same idea.” You note upon seeing that he was completely bare underneath his pants.

“Don’t like t’be confined baby, you know that.” He replies simply. “Again, easy access.”

“Just don’t get hard while you’re performing, you know how you get.” You warn. See, given the fact that Harry loved performing, on top of the fact that he was again, a self proclaimed narcissist, he tended to get a bit of a performance high so to speak. And as a result of that performance high, Harry would get excited. And since he is now a 3x Grammy nominee, and performing for that matter, that performance high was definitely going to be intensified.

Once you’ve completely undone his pants, you immediately push your hand down into them and you pull his cock out. At this point he was fully hard and throbbing, begging to be lodged in between your walls. You could see and feel all of the veins running up and down his shaft and his head was a reddish color with glistening precum beading at his slit. As you stare at his very sizable cock, you couldn’t help but be a little bit intimidated at his size. He was so big and even after the countless times he’s pushed into you, it was still incredibly hard to fathom all of him being able to fit inside. But that didn’t meant that you didn’t want him to be inside of you. So without wasting any more time, you lift yourself onto your knees and you move up to hover over Harry’s cock, keeping your hand wrapped around his hard yet soft shaft. When you do this, Harry uses his free hand to bunch your dress up at your hips so that he could watch you sink down onto him.

“Don’t be scared of it baby. Just take it inside like the good girl you are for daddy.” He encourages through his breaths, pulling your panties to the side a bit more. You then begin to lower yourself down onto him, stopping when you feel the thick crown of his cock nudging at you. Since you couldn’t really see, you feel your way around, pushing his cock around the warm and ready area between your legs. Once you have him positioned at your entrance, you begin to slowly sink down onto him.

“Oh my-fuck daddy!” You whimper, feeling the familiar sting that came along with taking Harry’s cock.

“Doin’ so good f’me baby!” Harry praises trough his grunts, becoming a bit overwhelmed at how good you feel around him. Your whines were like music to his ears as you filled yourself with him and your walls were like heaven.

By the time you make it a little over halfway down his cock, you’re all floaty and incredibly overwhelmed that you can’t even go any further without stopping. When you open your eyes to look down at Harry, you see him staring back at you with intense yet proud eyes and you couldn’t help but clench up around him a bit.

“Can I have more daddy?” You moan, moving mack and forth against the portion of his cock that was already inside of you. Instead of verbally replying to your question, Harry lets go of your panties and brings it up to your waist so that both hands were at your waist for him to guide you the rest of the way down. And as he does, the both of you let out the most frenzied moans, you and Harry feeling the deepest part of you becoming full with his cock. There were even little tears welling up in your eyes because it just felt so good. When you’re fully sitting in his lap again, you immediately begin moving against him. You have keep both hands planted on his bare chest as you grind and bounce yourself on his cock

“Fuck Y/n! Takin’ me so well doll.” Harry grunts, keeping his hands tightly wrapped around your hips as you move. Even though your movements were a bit sloppy, they were still nothing short of perfect. At some points you’d get a good bouncing rhythm going, lifting yourself and dropping back down onto him over and over again. And then you’d hit that spot inside of you, and you’d just keep yourself down and grind and circle your hips around to apply pressure and friction to that spot with his cock. Other times you’d be moving on his cock, but you’d be digging your clit into the slightly coarse hairs surrounding Harry’s cock, that being your biggest pleasure point. Harry was positive that your little button would be all swollen and even more sensitive than it already was once you were done but you could’ve cared less. All you were concerned about was feeling good. And so was Harry.

He loved and thought you looked absolutely cute being all selfish and trying your hardest to relieve yourself. While you were consumed with pleasuring yourself, you were in turn pleasuring Harry in ways that were beyond belief. On top of the obvious fact that your walls were the best and the only thing Harry ever wanted to be around his cock, your juices were also playing a part in his pleasure. Since you were practically gushing around him, your juices were constantly flowing out of you. They were dripping right out of you, down from his cock, and down to his balls and even further to his entrance. It felt so good to Harry, he wished he could have more. You were making him feel so good that his moans were just a song of your praises.

But even though you were making Harry feel absolutely amazing, you were becoming exhausted. At this point, it was too much and you could barely hold yourself up let alone keep moving back and forth against him. Upon seeing this, Harry takes control of it all and flips you two over so that he’s on top of you. When he does this, his cock slips out of you. But instead of immediately pushing back inside, Harry brings his hands to your thighs to push them apart before pulling your panties back over to the side and attaching him mouth to your oh so sensitive clit. When you feel Harry suckling on your clit, you lose it. You could feel him suckling and sucking on your button, quickly flicking his tongue back and forth against you, not once letting up. You could also feel him using his free hand to lightly scratch at the inside of your thigh which was also very sensitive. Harry then lets up from your clit to give you one wide lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit before going back to sucking at it. And at that moment, you realize that you wouldn’t be able to wait and cum with him. You just let go right then and there. To be more specific, you squirt all over the lower portion of Harry’s face and part of his chest. When he feels your warm juices splashing against his face, he begins to suck even harder; making your moans intensify and your hands tug even harder on his hair. Once you’ve stopped squirting, Harry detaches his mouth from your clit, and quickly licks and slobbers all over you before coming back up. Even though your juices were all warm, it was still a little refreshing considering the fact that he was quite literally burning up in the all leather look that you loved so much.

“Now what you have between your legs is a Grammy winning pussy sweetheart. And it deserves every other award there is to give.” He praises through a chuckle, causing you to let out a little, tired out laugh. Harry was completely in awe at how amazing your cunt was and what you just did. But he doesn’t spend too much time being in awe though because he can feel his release bubbling in his lower stomach and the time he has left with you was running low. So he taps his cock against your very pink and swollen clit before sinking back into you and going right into pistoning himself in and out of you over and over again. With every stroke, Harry could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He could also feel you tightening your walls up around him with every thrust. You were incredibly sensitive from your last release and you were on the brink of another. Whenever he slams back into you, he almost grinds up against you, aka your clit.

“Gonna cum again daddy!” You cry out to him, digging your heels into the bed and clawing at the sheets, feeling a second wave building up inside of you.

“Cum with me baby.” Harry growls, feeling himself approaching the edge of his release. And with two more swift thrusts, you and Harry are catapulted off of the edge. As you squirt for the second time (thank goodness he had them pushed down far enough so that they wouldn’t get all wet), Harry unloads all he has into you, dropping his head into your neck as he releases spurt after spurt of his cum into you.

After a minuet or two of catching his breath, Harry lifts his face from your neck and he slowly pulls himself from you, making sure to quickly pull your panties back over to keep his cum from spilling out and making an even bigger mess between your legs. And to really keep all of that cum secure inside of you, he pushes your panties back up between the lips of your pussy. They were going to end up in there anyways so why not.

“Thanks for the sugar high doll.” He hums as he hovers over your disheveled and adorably fucked out figure, his bended knee right between your limp and spread legs. “I love you” He softly sings with a dopey smile. Proceeding to bring his hand up to lightly choke you and cup your chin before connecting his lips with your slightly parted ones for a kiss. It was supposed to be And as he sponges his lips against yours, you could feel his tongue gliding perfectly against yours, taking complete control and exploring your mouth.

“I love you too.” You reply with a little laugh once he pulls away from your lips, still floaty from it all.

He then stands up and pulls his undone pants back up. He looked absolutely gorgeous right then and there. When you see your phone lying on the bed where you tossed it a little bit earlier, you quickly reach over and grab it to capture a quick snap of that undeniably hot moment that was right in front of your eyes. His pants were undone like they were when he first put the clothes on and because you missed out on that first opportunity to capture him like that, you weren’t going to miss out on this one. Especially when he’s covered in that amazing post sex glow.

“Are you takin’ pictures of me?” He smirks as he begins to do his pants back up.

“Mhm, how could I not?!” You ask, dropping the phone back onto the bed to fully take in his actions in front of you. “Plus, I want to be the first to memorialize this suit.”

“Well you’re first one to christen it that’s for sure.” Harry jokes. “I do look pretty hot though if I do say so myself.” Harry admires, looking into the mirror beside him.

“Very hot. The leather is just doing it for me for some reason.” You admire.

“Well m’glad you like it sweets.” He Hums “Gotta get up though, I have a feeling they’re about to kick down the door.” He replies, quickly doing his pants back up before leaning over to grab you up from the bed.

“Cant feel my legs.” You tiredly huff, doing your best to move with Harry’s tugging motions.

“Well if I win on Sunday you won’t be feeling your legs for the entire week.” He replies mater of factly.

“And if you don’t?” You ask, deciding to poke at him a bit as you sit at the end of the bed.

“You won’t be feeling your legs for the entire week.” He chuckles, repeating his previous statement.

“Now I’m really looking forward to Sunday. I mean…I get to watch you perform in this suit again, I get to watch you achieve something major in your career, and I get the opportunity to be railed at the end of it all. I’m the real winner here.” You happily reply to Harry before falling back onto the bed.

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rainynightstar · 3 years

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Can you do boyfriend hcs for aiku and shidou

BOYFRIEND HCS!

characters: aiku, ryuusei

warnings: reader is the same age as the respective characters (aiku: 19, ryuusei: 17)

reader: gender neutral (no pronouns, gender not specified)

notes: aiku's was a bit hard for me to write (i don't HATE HIM but he's not one of my favs) but RYUUSEI <3 TY FOR LETTING ME INDULGE IN HIM LOL i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 646

AIKU!

dates with him are always so much fun, whether it be taking you to the animal shelter to pet the kitties, or taking you on a surprise trip to your favorite restaurant, or piling the pillows and blankets on the ground to have a 'sleepover' (even though essentially every night is a sleepover) whatever he does for you, he does with his whole heart

aiku is DEFINITELY the kind of man who's obsessed with his lover. i mean showing you off to his team, showering you with affection, tweeting things like "my partner looks so good today i'm about to scream and moan and throw up" in the middle of the day

speaking of his soccer career, he gives you a kiss before every game for good luck <3

he'll give you forehead kisses ALL THE TIME . not a day goes by without at least a peck on the forehead

he's... a gentleman. opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, will try his best to pay for dates (sometimes you both try to pay and the poor waiter has to decide whose money to take lol) and all that classy shit. he was raised right

WILL carry you when the opportunity arises. on his back, when you've both had a long day of walking (probably home after a date), in his arms as you give him a huge hug, or bridal style for when you're too tired to get up from the couch to go to bed

loves physical affection. it doesn't matter what it is, but some part of him needs to be touching you when you're in close proximity

footsies under the dining table, or touching shoulders when you brush your teeth in the morning, or spooning in bed late at night

unfortunately though, he doesn't have a lot of time bc of soccer

between practice, working out, and games, a lot of his time is eaten up

he tries to free up as much time as he can for you though

he falls so easily in love with you, it's sweet :')

RYUUSEI!

he's head over heels into you LOL

gives you a nickname or just sticks a -chan to your name, he'll let u choose which since he likes you so much~

is a menace (but when is he not?)

tells your parents that you two won't stay out past 10 PM

come 2 AM you're in an empty parking lot having a little picnic in the trunk of his car and loving every second of it

oh yea dates with him r crazy be prepared!

sometimes it's simple, mild stuff like having lunch together at that new restaurant neither of you have been to, or going to stores and picking outfits for each other for the next date, or having a movie night

other times (most times) it'll be something like you've never experienced, like visiting ur local abandoned building and tagging it with the cheesy [initial]+R in a heart <3, or going to a secluded part of a park to hang up a hammock and talk under the stars, or going to the beach in the early morning to take a long walk (and even though neither of you brought swimwear, you both end up in the water anyways)

he's a lot of fun

although he gets jealous easily, he's also easily reassured lol (he's just overdramatic... r we surprised? no)

don't get me wrong, he trusts you ! he just doesn't trust everybody else

"that guy was getting real touchy w/ you... what's his problem?" "oh don't worry about it! he's like that with everybody, not just me" "okay <3"

he would say 'i love you' first on a whim, but then immediately start to backtrack bc he doesn't want you to feel rushed or overwhelmed

but it's okay, bc you love him too and you make sure he knows it

#aiku: me and my partner don't argue [name] tells me to shut up and i do #just had 2 rlly drive home the fact that he's obsessed w you lol #anyways actual tags now #blue lock #bllk #aiku oliver #shidou ryuusei #blue lock x reader

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chaoticpanenergy · 2 years

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Hi!! I've been following you for a while, and I saw the post you reblogged about how getting obsessed with your ocs sucks bc you're the only one who makes content for them(mood tbh), but I read your tags and instantly decided that I love Brian and Xeno- this might be completely off and really bad bc I know pretty much nothing about them, but!

*ahem*

Brian fiddled with his hands. “Really, it’s fine-” “No! No it is not!” Xeno cut him off. “No more bad-talking yourself, got it?” They looked up at Brian expectantly. “Okay, okay.” He sighed. “I get it.”

“Good.” Xeno nodded. “So just… No more. Be nice to yourself.” They stood still for a moment, not really sure what to do next.

“I’m sorry.” Brian mumbled after a moment. “What?!” Xeno looked up in mild horror. “Sorry for what?!”

“For… For making you upset? I dunno…” He murmured, rubbing his shoulder. Xeno stood frozen for a moment.

“I’m not upset at you.” They sighed, lowering their voice. “I just… I don’t want you beating yourself up all the time, okay? You’re so nice to other people, and you should be nice to yourself, too.” The two of them both stared quietly at the ground.

Brian flinched for a second as he felt something wrap around his midsection. He looked down to see Xeno wrapping their arms around him in a tight embrace. They hadn’t used words, but they didn’t have to. Brian smiled softly and returned the gesture.

[ID: The "It's beautiful. I've looked at this for five hours now" meme. /End ID]

this????? is so sweet of you??????? alkjhsdkjshflfjhgkk i. i genuinely have no words. this was the most delightful thing to discover in my inbox i seriously do not have good enough words to explain how cool this is aaaaaaajfhfgjkdhgdskflg like sure, it’s not 100% exactly how i would write them, but you do have the general gist of their characters very recognizably there, which is super impressive given that you had like. 4 and a half sentences of me rambling in the tags of a reblog to go off of 😂 which side note holy cow how did you do that it is seriously SO cool and impressive !!!!!

anyway I Love Them So Much AAAAAAAAA have a lil thingy this inspired me to do with them!!! currently they live in my head rent free 24/7 and sometimes get little short stories that are mostly slice-of-life plus one big dramatic piece that will theoretically be the climax of their book. i would like them to have a whole book instead of this current situation. but i do not yet know what the plot of the book will be, is the problem. i know what i want it to be about, i just don’t have the specific way it plays out nailed down yet. but as soon as i figure it out, they will finally get to move from short slice of life scenes to their actual novel. and from there who knows where i’ll go with it. maybe it’ll be the wip i feel is good enough to start trying to find an agent and get published. i kind of hope so lol. i love them sm i want to share them with the world and give autistic and aro teens or twentysomethings a fun fantasy book with no romo and multiple different aro identities, and with multiple autistic characters with very different sensory needs who have learned to coexist and support each other so they both get their needs met. i think that would be neat.

aNYWAY on to The Them (content warning for stims that are mildly harmful to the person doing them, also a couple of swear words):

Xeno let themself into the apartment, hanging their keys on the empty hook by the door and kicking their shoes under the bench.

“Hi Xee!” Brian greeted from the couch, looking up in delight at their appearance. He was curled up in the corner, throw blanket wrapped around his legs, with a book in his lap.

“Where are your reading glasses?” Xeno greeted in response, frowning at him. Internally, they felt a wave of relief that they were home and with Brian and did not have to worry about monitoring their tone anymore today, because Brian didn’t mind if they weren’t expressive or if they sounded angry when they weren’t. They slid their backpack off their shoulders and set it down on one of the chairs by the tiny kitchen table.

“What?” Brian reached up and touched his empty face. “Oh. Shit. Thank you.” He got up, leaving the book open and facedown on the couch, and hastened down the hall towards his room.

“Mmhm,” Xeno responded, opening the snack drawer and staring into it before selecting a squeezy applesauch pouch, this one flavored with mango. As they cracked it open and put the end in their mouth, they went over to where Brian had left his book, selected a bookmark from one of the tiny drawers set in the side of the coffee table, and placed it in his spot, closing the book to save the spine.

Brian reappeared, rectangular glasses with thick tortoiseshell frames—reminiscent of an old man’s—perched on his face, lightly chewing on the knuckle of his forefinger. He resettled himself on the couch, fussing with the throw blanket until it was to his liking, and resumed reading while Xeno finished their applesauce.

They discarded the empty packaging, picked up their backpack off the chair, and went to put it away in their room and go over their homework for the evening. Perhaps ten minutes into this activity they paused and looked up, frowning at the wall of their room.

Brian had been chewing on his knuckle. He’d stopped when he sat down because his hands were busy with the throw blanket. Had he stayed stopped? They snapped their laptop shut, tucked it under their arm, and marched back out to the living room.

Brian had not stayed stopped, and by now was gnawing absently on the whole side of his hand. Xeno huffed out a breath of dissatisfaction and tossed their laptop onto the empty part of the sofa.

“Huh?” Brian looked up, not having seemed to notice them until now.

“Give me your hands,” Xeno demanded, holding out both their hands.

“Oh,” Brian said guiltily, obediently placing both his hands resting palm-up in their smaller ones. “Sorry.” His shoulders curled inwards.

Xeno frowned. “Take that back right now,” they ordered, taking a seat beside him and examining the tooth marks imprinted on his hand.

“…Un-sorry?” Brian tried.

“Better.” Xeno smoothed at a particularly reddened dent in his skin with their thumb. “Where’s your necklace?”

“It broke. Yesterday.” Brian frowned. “I chewed through it. I’m going to order a replacement, I just—haven’t yet, I’ve gotta, gotta get over the old one first, you know?”

“Mm,” Xeno hummed in understanding, still soothing at his hand with their thumbs. “Gum?”

Brian made a face. “I don’t like gum,” he mumbled, but he nodded. “I guess. It’s too soft, though.”

“Better than hands,” Xeno pointed out, heading back across to the kitchen half of the living space to fish out a pack of gumballs. They selected three—two pale green limes and a yellow lemon, the flavors Brian tended towards when chewing gum—and returned, pouring them into Brian’s hand and sitting down beside him once again.

“Thank you,” Brian said, dragging out the end of the “you,” and popped the gumballs into his mouth.

“Thank me by not chewing your hands anymore, dumbass,” Xeno said, but there was no real annoyance behind it. They picked up their laptop and opened their homework once again.

There was silence for a few moments as they did their separate activities, quiet, side-by-side. The only noises in the room were the faintest sound of Brian chewing, the occasional flip of a page, and the soft clicking of Xeno’s keyboard.

“Xee?” Brian said after a moment, quiet and a little hesitant.

Xeno did not look up, but they stopped typing. “What?”

“Can I stim with your hair?—It’s fine if you don’t want me to,” he added quickly, “I can get something else to fidget with, I just—”

“Did I say no?” Xeno interrupted.

Brian blinked at them. “You didn’t say anything.” He sounded mildly confused by the question.

Xeno turned the question over in their mind, now that Brian had stopped talking and they had room to think about it. “Yes,” they decided.

“Oh, you meant I was acting like you said no,” Brian belatedly realized.

“Yes,” Xeno repeated, turning to half-lay along the couch and rest their head on his chest. They balanced their laptop on their stomach so they could continue working.

“Yay,” Brian commented under his breath, sliding his free hand into their vivid purple hair and scratching at their scalp.

Xeno leaned into his touch, relaxing against him, a nice bubble of warmth floating in their chest. This was good. A very acceptable way to spend the evening.

Ah. Content. That was the word for the feeling in their chest, they were almost certain of it. Brian’s heart was beating against their ear, and his fingers were carding though their hair, and Xeno was content.

#xeno and brian #peregrin said a thing #peregrin answers #seriously thank u sm this is probably the coolest ask ive ever received in my life #😭😭😭😭😭#is part of this scene just me being sad abt my own chewelry necklace breaking bc i chewed through it? shhhhh

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yanderexryujin · 3 years

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⚠Warning: ⚠️This bot will contain triggering topics such as crime, murder, gore, manipulation, kidnapping, and possible non con. Please do not interact if you are uncomfortable with any of the mentioned topics.

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Yandere Ryujin Types

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Level 1: Tame

Wrong Idea Type

She gets the wrong idea when you do something in order to match her expectations. If you say you don't love her, she'll think you're lying because you don't want to hurt her or something. If you do something out of kindness to her, she'll think it's out of love.

Obsession Type

Tries to learn everything about you. Personal information, hobbies, routine, etc. Sends regular messages to check on you, asks why you haven't answered if you didn't, wants to know what you're doing always. All the time. And, if possible, walks around with you all the time too. The obsession type doesn't necessarily want to monopolize you. She'll let you hang around with friends, etc. but wants to know everything you do. She probably wants to go with you, too. If she can't go somewhere with you, she might stalk you.

Level 2: Mild

Monopoly Type

She wants to monopolize you. Will ask who you talk to and hang with, in extreme cases won't let you be with anyone else, not even your friends.

Dependence Type

Can't live without you. Begs you to not leave her/throw her away. Says she will die if you go away. May lose will to do anything if you aren't watching. If you do leave, she might go full crazy and end up doing something crazy like going on a murderous rampage or something.

Level 3: Mid-level Threat

Worshipping Type

She worships you and will do anything for you. Sometimes even without you asking. And more: she doesn't even mind if you love her or not, or what will happen to her. Killing, dying, committing crimes, losing respect of others, she'll do anything if it means providing support to your infinite greatness.

Removal Type

She will remove from your life everyone she thinks you don't need. Which means everyone else. This can include things like excluding your contacts and messages to even murdering everybody who approaches.

[Removal Type has two (2) subtypes]

First, the one that removes people secretly. She sees you hanging with a girl, the next day that girl has mysteriously disappeared. You are probably as clueless as a sheet of sudoku in blank about this incident, and the next several incidents like it.

Second, the one that removes people openly. This also ranges from removing messages to killing people. She might be expecting you to agree with her, "Yeah, you're right, I don't need other people", or she might just want to show you what she's capable of.

Level 4: High Danger Threat (Proceed with Caution)

Violent Type

When jealous, feeling ignored, etc. uses violence against you. She'll beat you and say it's your fault. This can be either discharging pent-up rage through violence and you just happen to be her favorite punching bag, or deliberately punishing you for doing something she didn't like.

Training Type

She'll break you into loving her. Sometimes using torture, a punishment/reward system, brainwashing, etc. This probably involves you getting kidnapped and forced into it, although there might be more subtle ways to accomplish this.

Level 5: Extreme Level Threat (Proceed with Caution, Not recommended if you have a weak soul)

Loneliness Induction Type

She will make, induce, you to feel or be alone. By spreading malicious rumors about you that make others alienate you, by murdering your friends and family, etc. Then she'll jump in and present herself as the only one you can count on when you're most fragile mentally and in need of company.

Bizarre Seeking Type

Undeniably the worst type of yandere, she will murder you, and not by accident, not by jealousy, not by revenge. She will murder you because she loves you. And then she'll keep your rotting corpse on bed or preserved inside a glass because there's no way she'd throw you away. She will be purely insane, mad way beyond explanation. The things she can do ranges from murder, mutilation, or worse.

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himbeaux-on-ice · 3 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you could please explain to me what Robin Lehner said yesterday about vaccination and competitive edge? English isn't my 1st language and from what I gathered NHL and PA promised VGK that if they get vaccinated the restrictions on them will lessen and they can freely leave their houses. And when they players got vaccines, NHL changed their promise and said players can't do that until all of the teams across the league are evenly vaccinated (shitty move from NHL, 1/2

2/2 as always). But what did Robin mean talking about competitive edge? I rewatched the video 3 times and I still don't understand :( Did the league make it a competition between the teams? "The sooner you all get vaccinated, the sooner there'll be no resctions on you?" I hope, I'm not completely missing the point, sorry about that. Big respect for Robin for speaking up and calling out the league. I'm really happy seeing players speaking up for themselves and their teams

Hi anon! I’ve spoken about this already a bit here and here, in case you haven’t seen those yet and think they might answer some of your questions. But I’m happy to elaborate further! I hope I can clear this up for you.

First, just as a note: Right now it doesn’t seem to exactly be clear what the NHL and NHLPA did or didn’t promise players in terms of easing restrictions, but it seems like Lehner was definitely given the impression by somebody that a team getting fully or mostly vaccinated was the ticket to not being under such strict isolation. The NHL for their part seems to be claiming they promised no such thing, but it’s hard to know right now whether that’s just them covering ass, or if there was just a misunderstanding somewhere in which what they actually said was not fully clear to the players. [Elliotte Friedman voice] More news may be yet to come on this.

Right. So as far as “competitive edge” goes, I can definitely explain that. You’re only a little off the mark. What he means in this case is that the NHL is concerned that letting more fully vaccinated teams live under a less intensely restrictive set of internal rules (regarding things like dining together, exercising together, sitting next to each other on planes and busses, having more group off-ice social time, sharing hotel rooms, having in-person coaching meetings again, etc) will lead to that group having an on-ice advantage in their play over other teams who are less vaccinated and still have to live under full restrictions.

Because the NHL is intensely obsessed with “parity of sport” (trying to make the conditions of competition the same for all teams regardless of outside factors wherever possible), they always in as many situations as possible want to eliminate any potential leg up one team could have over others. This is why we have things like the salary cap, rules about scouting players, rules about how draft picks are distributed that try to make sure struggling teams have a chance to draft well, rules against signing your best players for 20-year contracts so nobody else can have them, etc.

In general theory, being parity-oriented is good! It aims to make sure that the success of teams on the ice and in the standings is determined by the hockey play/skill alone as much as possible, not by franchise wealth or other things they did to get an unfair jump on the competition. And that should make the games more fun and less boring/predictable in most cases! As far as sports leagues go, the NHL has pretty good parity of play overall — there are only a few REALLY good teams and only a few REALLY bad ones, and everybody else performs within a pretty similar range most years. This is why back-to-back Cup wins are so rare in the current era, because due to all the rules to enforce parity there are relatively few teams that are THAT dominant over the competition for a long stretch of multiple seasons in a row, and the odds of any given team winning each year are much more similar. (As compared to like that period in the late 70’s when it was like “who won the Cup? oh surprise surprise it’s the Habs AGAIN 🙄” lol).

However, sometimes the NHL gets unrealistic in its pursuit of making sure everything is exactly the same for all teams. We’ve seen it already this season with the stubborn insistence on making sure the Canucks play a full 56 game season like everybody else, regardless of whether it is safe or reasonable to do so in the time they have left.

This time, the fixation on parity seems to be rearing its head in the form of the League insisting that even if a team has most or all of their players and staff vaccinated, they still have to maintain the same intense restrictions within team spaces as other teams which may be WAY further behind in getting everyone vaccinated, rather than getting to benefit from the lowered risk that being thoroughly vaccinated brings within a closed group like that. And they seem to be insisting on this not because it would be unsafe to change things for vaccinated teams, but rather because of concern that doing so might make that team perform better as a hockey team.

That’s the key part here: The NHL seems to consider getting to (safely) return to a mode of team life that is somewhat more similar to what these guys have been habitually used to pre-pandemic, to be something that could translate into an unfair on-ice advantage in the quality of their play, over other teams who are still doing it all “the hard way” under strict restrictions because they haven’t been vaccinated yet. And because of trying for parity, they want avoid giving teams that “advantage” by basing restriction changes around each team’s individual situation, and instead plan to ease restrictions for all teams at the same time at some point once all teams are similar levels of vaccinated.

Now, US teams seem to be getting vaccinated faster and faster every day, but Canadian teams probably have not started vaccinating their players or any team employees under age 50 at all yet, because Canada’s vaccination process has been painfully slow. So waiting on them to catch up could leave US teams who are already mostly/fully vaccinated still stuck in those restrictive mentally draining conditions for quite some time before the other teams catch up — again, not because it isn’t COVID safe to ease their restrictions if done properly (that doesn’t seem to be a problem), but because the League sees the improvements to their mental state and team morale/cohesion that would come from living a less restricted life together and getting to return to familiar off-ice hockey routines as gaining a “competitive edge” over unvaccinated teams, which would lead to them playing better hockey to a level that can’t be matched as a result.

Which, Lehner is right, is a pretty fucked up way to look at it! “It’s an unfair advantage for you to not be miserably alone and depressed by that and frustrated and doing everything with 16 extra steps you’re still not used to, it’s an unfair advantage to get to actually act like a team off the ice when playing a team sport, so no, we’re not gonna let you eat lunch together or share hotel rooms or whatever” is not exactly a compassionate argument!

Anon I’m also really glad Robin said something about it, and I was glad to see VGK captain Mark Stone put full and vocal team support behind him when asked about it last night on the broadcast too. The mental price of these intense restrictions is something that has been weighing on my mind ever since I first heard they would have to spend all their time on the road locked in hotel rooms alone when not playing and thought “oh god, five months of that is going to be psychologically devastating”. It’s a relief to hear it acknowledged.

I’m not fully sure what the best solution is here, but that mental wellbeing factor absolutely must be discussed in all decisions. It would be fucked up if the League is treating that as something purely technical to be controlled like the salary cap, rather than as a key determinant of health and life (in the short and long term) that is just as important as COVID safety. The old hockey culture of “just suck it up” cannot cut it anymore.

Aside: I think it’s also worth mentioning while we’re here, that I think I do understand why players may be angry about have been talked into getting the vaccine because they thought it would lead to eased personal restrictions, and why I don’t believe that anger necessarily represents an “anti-vaxx” mindset. There are reasons they may not have planned on getting vaccinated just yet which aren’t necessarily “anti-vaxx” cult thinking (though that doesn’t mean they’re smart reasons lol) and would likely seem reasonable to players in-context. I’m gonna put that under a cut though bc this is already really long!

First, there’s the fact that we don’t know what medical conditions some players may or may not have which could make them hesitant to get some of the vaccines out of an abundance of caution. More prominently you also gotta remember, these guys are athletes currently competing their way through an extremely intense and extremely important part of the season as they try to secure playoff spots, playing sometimes as many as 4 games a week. Looking at it that way, it’s understandable why some of them would be hesitant about getting a shot at this particular time which we all know is going to whammy you with a nasty little bout of mild-moderate side effects that hit you like a bad cold for as much as a week. They probably don’t feel they can afford to be laid up with muscle aches, sinus suffering, fatigue, and all the other little fun (and eventually harmless in the end!) things that your body runs through while activating that initial immune response — because in the couple of days that it throws them off for, their team could play 3 or more REALLY important playoff-clinching games, which they could end up underperforming in or having to sit out.

If that is the situation you’re in, and you already feel like the current League restrictions are doing enough to protect you, you can see why you would say “I think I’ll wait and get it during the offseason/during the week break between regular season and playoffs, and just suck it up for these last few weeks dealing with the same ol lonely isolation restrictions I’ve already gotten used to dealing with all season long, rather than be hit with that curveball of possible temporary vaccine side-effects during this time when I need to give it my all every game.” That may sound like a selfish mindset, but I wouldn’t be surprised if that is how at least some of these athletes are approaching it, especially ones who may be single guys without families at home to worry about protecting. (Lehner, for the record, has a wife and two young kids).

BUT, if the League told you (or it sounded like the League told you) “Hey, if enough of your team gets vaccinated quickly, we’ll be able to lift some of the internal restrictions for you guys and let you like hang out and do stuff together within the team again”, and if you were REALLY struggling with the mental stress of that isolated living style, you might weigh the two options against each other and say “Okay, I’m willing to power through a week of potential side-effects and get vaccinated with the fellas if it means I won’t have to be so goddamn miserable and depressed every day.” and then you get the shot(s).

And if you did that, and THEN the League said “lol no, even though your team is fully immunized you still have to sit in your room alone every night and eat by yourself and not leave your house, because it’s not fair to other teams if you guys are no longer mentally miserable like them”, well now you find yourself in the worst of both worlds — still stuck in isolation, AND you’ve still got to play through all the potential vaccine side-effects that will leave you a little off your game during some of the most crucial games of the year.

Plus, that leaves you not feeling like you got to give informed consent — you agreed to get vaccinated (ie undergo a medical treatment) under the expectation that there would be certain rewards to be gained in terms of relief for your mental health, which made you decide it was worth the potential dent in your performance for a few games and any other worries you had about the vaccine, because the prospect of that relief was so worth it. And now, you are told by the League “that payoff you expected never existed, we never promised that, what are you talking about? we can’t change things for your mental health because that might make you better at hockey than the depressed unvaccinated teams”. I can understand how that turn of events could leave someone, as Robin expressed, feeling like they were “tricked” or “forced” into making a choice that they may have done differently otherwise. They felt that they were promised something in return that they didn’t get.

Note at the end of all this: Again, we still don’t know whether the NHL and NHLPA actually made any promises, or if they simply weren’t clear enough in communicating expectations to teams and the players misunderstood what was said to mean something else. Regardless, using the idea that being freed from having to be miserably isolated to an even greater degree than most of the US general public is an “unfair competitive advantage” to now justify not allowing reasonable adjustments to the restrictions for fully vaccinated teams is fucked up, and treats mental wellbeing as just another gameplay-impacting factor to be controlled rather than a deeply impactful part of a person’s overall wellbeing which can even threaten their life. The players must be treated as people.

#long post #asks #anon #robin lehner #vegas golden knights #covid 19 #nhl #hockey

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toshis-puppycat · 3 years

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Unfortunately I think I love you too Part Eight

A/n: Hello!! It's me I'm back at it with the writing after taking a long ass break. My motivation has been down a lot, my mental health hasn't been in the best place recently. I'm so sorry that my writing took a hit bcs of it. I'm doing a little better now, and I'm doing commissions! The slots are still open, and I'm super excited about it. I hope yall enjoy this update! 💖💖

Summary: Hawks to the rescue!

Part Eight

"Hey songbird. Did ya miss me?" You never thought you'd ever be so excited to see him. That dumb birdbrain that you fell in love with. You could practically see the teasing grin he was giving when he said that. Because he knew you knew. He could tell. He knew you, and he wasn't fooled for even a second. You looked up at the golden eyes and you knew he could tell, his breath hitched at the unwavering gaze you were giving. You felt a hand grab your leg, making you feel nauseous and lethargic all over again. Hawks eyes met Toxins.

"Don't you dare take what's mine, hero." Toxin snarled.

"She not an object. And she was certainly never yours."

Toxins fists went flying, Hawks was dodging him perfectly. You were laying on the floor, blinking up at the ceiling.

"Kid!" You were the priority. He was rescuing you. Not just going after the villain. Toxin found an opening at that distraction. A hand ghosting the side of his face. "You're not weak! Get that thought out of your head!" You gasped, the nauseous and lethargic feel went away. You'd gotten used to Toxin using his quirk on you. Too used to it. And because he didn't think ahead. He thought just making you feel fear was enough to keep you in line. It didn't work when you were younger and it sure as hell won't now. And well. Toxin always went and did stupid things. Like touching what you loved. The ropes that had your arms and legs tied broke, just as Hawks fell to the floor from Toxins touch. Honestly, it was a wonder they ever thought you'd be inferior to Toxin. Maybe, they just wanted to make you think that. You always felt your quirk was unfit to use for any hero work, it was why you worked like Eraserhead, you fought quirkless. But… what was the point of that right now? Hawks was in danger. You needed everything you could on your side right now. Toxin turned to pick you back up and run but the air chilled. It got dark, and all he could see was your eyes. The hallway was being covered in shadows. It was then he realized he may have fucked up.

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He remembered the first time he'd met you. You were both young, and you'd almost gotten hurt in a car accident. A devastating one at that. Or it would've been if some random kid didn't use his quirk to save everyone. The whole experience left you with devastating nightmares though, rightfully so. If you'd gotten hit by anything it would've killed you. And being so young, made it all the more terrifying. Then your quirk appeared. And it terrified you. He was able to push away any disgust he had for you as a child because well… his parents boss asked him for help. He could control his quirk well. And he could knock anyone he wanted out, even poison them. So they asked him to knock you out. And from that moment on you were in his care. You eventually would run up to him and ask him to use his quirk on you. Eventually you both grew up though. And evidently with how you managed to rat out your own family, you both had different values. He couldn't stand that when it happened, you ran to the heros when they broke into your home. You hid behind them as they led your family into the police cars. And he vowed he'd get you to remember what you really were to them. To everyone! He just had to get you back. (He'd never know you didn't want to be apart of the family. Not in the way that they wanted at least) All those years of following you leading up to when that winged bastered took you into his home. Couldn't you see that he was just trying to harm you? They loved you. How could you not want to be with family? So he used Obake to turn into him and he'd be able to take you, and he did! He succeeded and he brought you back and all he had to do was make you remember how much you loved being with them! But it'd been so long since you'd seriously used your quirk in front of him, that he'd forgotten why your quirk had scared you so much when you were younger. Now as the shadows began closing in on the hallway that they were in, your eyes being the only thing he could make out in the darkness? He remembered. Your room had a mirror when you were younger, and you looked into it when your quirk went off.

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He'd thankfully only been paralyzed when Toxin managed to ghost his hand on his face. So he saw you. He saw your quirk. And honestly it was terrifying. A chill went over his whole body, the halls being shrouded in darkness, the way you looked. It was terrifying… but it was also enchanting. This was a part you probably couldn't control all that well, and maybe it was why you didn't use your quirk for fights. You were a pro-hero, a pro who could fight well, to be honest… with how successful you were at throwing punches (and it made sense you wanted to have some aspect of All Might with you in fighing) of course you wouldn't use your quirk. But he could see it… your eyes had mild terror in them, hyperfocused on Toxin who looked like he would rather be anywhere else right in this moment. The hold he had on him was released and he could move again. He looked back at your eyes, he could definitely just leave Toxin at your mercy right now. Especially since he didn't know if he could get to you. But… he was there to rescue you. And it looked like you certainly needed it as the shadows ended up closing in on Toxins prone terrified form. He made his decision, and he ran towards you, managing to find your body in the darkness and holding you close. You were freezing. "Come on kid. You need to snap out of it.

"H̴̢͖͔̥͖͓̘̹̖̤̖͍͌͜e̸͉̠̹͙̅͘ ̷̛̜͌̄͗̄̎̆̔͋͗́̿ṱ̶̢̩͓͎̯͎͍̗͚̥̈̐̔͒͑̒͜r̸̡͖̺͐͒̈́͗͌̒͋͗̾̓̄̐́͘͝ḭ̷̧͍̦͕̅̈́͑̃̒͒́̑̍̈͂͂̕͜͝ẽ̵͍̪d̵̢̨͎̬̣̖͕̰̗̖̞̦̗͒͐̓̒͆̀̐̃̿̾̃͐̽̕ ̸̧̼̈́̉̒̉̌̃̓́̌̈́̔͗̑̌t̴̛͉̻̾͒̿̈́́̀̉͂͌̌̍ọ̶̜̭̲̙̟̖̫̙̼̼̯̥̱͛͑̌̎̌̽̐̐̂́̈́̿̌̈́͜ ̴̧̛̝͖͇̞̱̀̒̅͋͐̉́͛͝͝ͅh̶̯̤̺͕͉̞̯̪̗̠̟̫̄̋̉͆̉͑̅̿̿̇̐͑̈̓̕ũ̴̻̹̻̘̟̻̫͙͊̀͝r̴̛̭̪̉̃͛͆͆͆̕t̵̢͙̘̘̹̮̜̲̫͙͉̝̀ ̸̢̹̱̰̪́̓̿͋̊̽̒̆͌͝͠y̴̢̱̼̠͛͒̑͋̇͒̀͆̕͠ǫ̴̢̞͖͓̫̙͇̜͐̔̎̓̂͝u̵̻̹̮͙̜̙̺͈̼̖̱͚̜͐̂̈́͒̆̔͊͛̌̏͊͊̅̚ͅ"

"Kid I'm alive, snap out of it." He needed you to snap out of this. You had to. He made sure that the police would be able to follow him while he flew here. You were still in your own terrified world and he needed to stop you from doing something you'd regret. So he did something he was sure you'd smack him for much later (even if it's been something he's wanted for a while now and something you'd only had a passing thought of), hands searching for your face and then smashing his lips against yours.

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It was warm, you could feel hands on you and a kiss. Was it Toxin? No… he was never like this with you. Despite what he would always say and hint at. And this was gentle. Too gentle to be Toxin… Hawks? You didn't notice it, but the shadows around you slowly started to retreat back to you. Safe. You were safe. You went lax in his arms. Power finally draining from you, and passed out.

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crownshattered-a · 3 years

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|| ALRIGHT TIME FOR A COA VERSE MASTERPOST!!!!! (using emily as a banner since im starting with her first uwu)

Emily:

First off, I hardly know anything about the ACTUAL lore for COA I except for the fact that they’re pirates and ig their ship sank. So my sisters and I (each of us write emily, emma, and freddy when put together) decided to MAKE a story for this verse.

For starters, Emma is the captain of the ship. Her father WAS the captain, but he accidentally got corrupted by the abyss bc of Emma. He was turned into a sea monster and ran away in order to protect his daughter and his crew from himself. Emily is the doctor on the ship. She isn’t a qualified doctor in the slightest, but she is EXCELLENT--especially since she has a healing ability. She’s also a master of poisons and makes the brig her own “clinic”.

Emma wears an eyepatch bc she was born with an “Evil Eye”. If anyone sees this eye, they will be corrupted by the abyss, like Leo was. Freddy was partially corrupted, given his weird undead look, but Emily saved him. Emma has powers because of the eye, but she doesn’t understand them and can’t control them, so she doesn’t use them.

I headcanon that in COA, some people are born with natural powers. Emily is one of them. She can heal people and actually can also remove the erosion from someone, like she did for Freddy. However, she most likely won’t do this for anyone other than her crew.

Emily acts ENTIRELY different from usual. She is no longer mild-mannered and calm, but instead she’s harsh, brutal, and fearsome. Emma is techinically the captain, but Emily is the unnofficial captain of the crew (not in a mutiny sense, but rather she just looks after Emma and the crew)

The “ending” of the story is that someone (maybe Netherwalker?) hunts down Emma for the eye. There’s this huge battle and Leo comes back as a sea monster to DEFEND his crew and daughter. In the end, the rest of the crew manages to escape on a small boat, while Emily sacrifices herself to distract the attacker. She goes down with their ship.

I’ll be willing to write any of the characters on the ship for any threads~ just know emily is a priority!!

Kira:

Kira is part of COA III. I have her skin design, “Spiderlily”, drawn out, so just ask me to see it. She has platinum blond hair now with a black and red color scheme. She has a black mask upon her face and her right eye is covered by a a few red spider lilies.

When I made this verse, I HEAVILY based it off of Meg from Hercules. Kira was in love with a man who found an abyss treasure and was corrupted by it. He was dying, and Kira would do anything to save him. So she found the Netherwalker and begged for him to save her love. In return, she agreed that he could have her soul (which the Auctioneer collected, will explain more below).

Once he was saved, it didn’t take long for the man to leave Kira for another woman. So she was sucked into the Netherwalker’s followers and now is just another pawn of his. She doesn’t agree with him and what he does, but she has no room to speak. He owns her, after all.

Kira’s ability is that she can create a red mist that she can use to attack with. It has many purposes, like being able to teleport herself (sometimes others, but thats really hard on her) places, create a fog too hard to see through, and of course being able to condense the fog into items that she can use (mostly used to fight, like swords, daggers, and throwing knives). She’s been eroded but passed the erosion onto someone else, just like everyone else has.

Mostly interacts with Auctioneer, as he’s her warden of sorts.

Norton:

So Patchwork is dying XDD A little while ago, he became greedy and obsessed with collecting abyss treasures. Of course, this caused him to be affected by the erosion. Once he realized the true nature of these “treasures”, he joined the Bureau in order to help them. He knows he’ll die soon enough, but he wants to use the remainder of his life to fight against the Abyss.

Norton doesn’t actually have a power, unlike the rest of my COA muses. Instead, his magnets are an abyss treasure that Trickster lets him use and protects him against.

He gets REALLY bad nightmares of the abyss and often just refuses to sleep. The further into the story you get, the closer he is to death. By the time the rest of the bureau is going against the Netherwalker (like seen in the music video), he’s on his deathbed. Probably dies before they come back.

However, there IS a side verse where he DOESNT die and instead goes on into COA IV. Teleoperator found a way to save him and remove the corruption from him, but in doing so he had to basically become an entirely different person and thus lose his memories. She does this, and a few years later he can be found as a racer in the Great Race. Highway Cavalier is a LOT nicer and happier than Patchwork. He’s happy with his friends but gets harder and colder as they keep losing the race, and they keep losing their lives. Sometimes he has weird dreams about people he can’t remember but feels fond of...but he doesn’t think much into it.

Joseph:

Auctioneer is probably the most loyal out of all the Netherwalker’s followers. He collects Abyss Treasures, especially ones made by the Pickman himself, and will sometimes auction them off at his auctions. The only person who comes close to matching his collection of Abyss Treasures is Trickster, who is his equal and rival (i wouldnt mind writing trickster in threads uwu i have a lot of lore for him and would love to write him but aesop isnt a muse of mine so i dont XDD)

Joseph has an ability that is amplified by his own specially made abyss treasure, a camera. When he takes a picture of someone (it has to be voluntary, tho), he can capture their soul inside the photograph that is created. He can’t CONTROL people with the photograph, but he can watch what they’re doing and talk to them telepathically. Also, if any damage comes to the photograph, the person will feel it and go through TERRIBLE pain. If he so much as tears the photograph in half, the person will die immediately (he has a photograph of Kira that he uses actively). He uses this primarily in deals, and not many people know about this power of his.

#(THIS IS A WHOLE LOT............)#verse tbt #fandom: identity v #~ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶦ ˢᵉᵉˀ ʷʰᵒ ᶦˢ ˢᵗᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉˀ~ [emily dyer]#~ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵉˡᶦᵉᵛᵉʳ~ [kira black]#~ᶦ ᵈᵒ ᶦᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍˡᵒʳʸ~ [norton campbell]#~ⁿᵒ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰʸ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ; ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᶜᵒˡᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉᵗʳᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ~ [joseph desaulniers]

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kuiinncedes · 3 years

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hi this is a completely random anon and not your fellow mutual alli

but i was just wondering if you had anymore thoughts on the shadowhunter/glee world

because i really liked your idea of kurt being half fae and was just wondering if there you had any cool thoughts about other things.

I felt like this would be fun and wouldn’t require you to write a fic if you didn’t want to lol (but I wouldn’t be against it 👀)

ok yeah bye

omggggg thank you for this ask completely random anon who’s not my wonderful mutual alli 🥰🥰🥰

ok so . YES i kinda outlined a whole thing in the summer and i don’t like most of it now lmao but we’ll see what i can salvage from that and maybe other thoughts i have lol 🤪

i think it started from me thinking about kurt and quinn both being half fae and being parabatai bc i was obsessed with kuinn lol

burt and kurt’s mother had a secret relationship and she left him kurt when he was born

she snuck out of faerie every year for kurt’s birthday but one year she was caught and killed

ooh i might have a random thing in this that i wrote over the summer that i can post lol anyway

quinn’s parents suck and don’t want her to be a shadowhunter so they live on the outside of shadowhunter life (you can never really leave it)

her dad was abusive bc he knew he wasn’t her biological dad and one day he just left, her mother started drinking and was neglectful so one day she left and found the institute which her mother showed her once to tell her never to come here

kurt and quinn grow up together and they’re not biologically related but they go thru shit at the academy together as half fae shadowhunters and they’re raised by burt together

my original very sad idea was burt being turned by sebastian (morgenstern lol) during the dark war and their smaller institute being destroyed by sebastian so they flee from the lima institute (yeah apparently an institute in lima ohio lmao) to the columbus institute (why there are multiple institutes in ohio idk) where we blaine and sam and i guess the rest of nd, and also tina and mercedes who they grew up seeing often so they’re already besties

(why was this shit so much sad lmao was i ok this summer no was anyone ok this summer)

other thoughts maybe??? kind of added from what i’ve posted in this au bc i honestly kinda like this original basic stuff i had lol

so quinn, kurt, tina and mercedes were all childhood friends (tina and mercedes are parabatai), kurt and quinn visited their institute all the time when burt and beiste (who runs the columbus institute) had meetings, and they went to the academy together

that’s where tina and quinn had their falling out that leads to the enemies to lovers thing i wrote 🤪

blam are parabatai; mike is a warlock which i’ve said before but yeah lol

quinn is better at sword-fighting and shorter-distance weapons and fighting tactics (and she fights dirty which makes for fun sparring) and kurt is more inclined toward throwing knives and archery/longer-distance weapons (i haven’t really thought about the others’ weapons and stuff lol rip)

oh i also had the thought of quinn being pregnant (bc a while ago there was a really funny post about parabatai experiencing pregnancy symptoms through the parabatai bond) so yeah just ,, kurt experiencing mild pain and discomfort through the bond and taking care of quinn and also with periods (hurt/comfort what i live for)

i think that’s it for nowwwww i might post some other things i wrote this summer if i decide i like them lol (there’s not much tho it was really fucking scattered 😂)

thank you for the ask completely random not-alli anon and for the support for my writing in general and for this au 🥺💗💞💖

#sorry if this makes no sense idk why i talk like this on the internet a;lskdghdfljkjghsldjf punctuation we don't know her #ok but why is there a lima institute all i'm thinking about is #news flash lima doesn't have a zoo why'd we think it did #anyway #doesn't matter bc sebastian destroys it lmao #also i did think about glee sebastian being part of tsc sebastian morgenstern's army or whatever lol #as his right hand man that would be funny #i think in what i have written it's stoner brett 😂#anywayyyy idk maybe i can try to clean some of this up and post it bc it's not the worst??? idk lol #asks #anonymous #long post #sorry this is so long i feel like it's pretty rambly alksdhgs #if anyone is curious about shadowhunter stuff and what this shit means feel free to ask i love talking about it #ik alli knows everything so i didn't explain any of it lol 🤪#tw death #mostlygleethoughts

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kagszzy · 3 years

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Help me choose the next smut!

(LONG POST AHEAD)

Hey there guys, so here’s my list of WIP/Ideas, along with each works various kinks. Note that ideas are yet to be written, it’s mostly just the summary but I do know the overall direction they will go in. Reply with ‘Idea x’ or ‘WIP x’ to make things easier for me to look back on :)

IDEAS:

1] Slut Betty needs more funds for a new camera so she have better quality camming, so she sets up a ‘fuck me marathon’ date with four of her most loyal fans. Identities do need to be protected though, so they all get code names and masks. FP-mr snake, Fred-mr dog, Tom-mr bear, Hiram-mr fox. (I may end up scrapping the codenames/masks all together and/or just go with a dubcon/blackmail route)

2] set in s4, Bret decides to give Betty a personal interview for the school paper. -drugging, dubcon, cheating.

3] Principle Honey punishes Betty for not delivering the article he had asked for.-dubcon, hard spanking, object insertion;football trophies. slut shaming, mild bondage;medals

4] Wanting to prove she can handle any challenge the Serpents give her, Betty agrees to be their personal ‘dog’ for the day. -pet play, leashes, collars, anal, slut shaming, humiliation.

5] AU- Betty goes to a spa and receives the best treatment ever.-DP, Slut shaming, cheating(?) (Fangs/Sweet Pea work as the masseuses. Or a random OC drugs her with some aphrodisiac incense/lotion)

6] In the midst of the Riverdale quarantine, and with Jughead and Archie gone, Betty and Veronica find comfort knowing that they still have each other -cheating, breast play, clitoral stimulation

7] AU- Inspired by the comic’s whimsical ideas, and frenemy beronica- Betty and Veronica magically switch lives for a day. Betty takes advantage by calling up all of V’s old boyfriends.

8] Reggie and the Bulldogs get revenge on Betty for publishing a negative article about them. (although I’m perfectly ok with giving this one up to my gal, cherry ;) ) gangbang, DP, triple penetration, humiliation.

9] Betty and Jughead reluctantly find out that, as part of her new role as Queen, Betty must now fuck any new recruits who want to join the gang. Not wanting to share/oversee that it goes well, a jealous Jughead agrees to a threesome. DP, sloppy seconds, cuckolding,

10] FP enforces Jug to help him punish Betty for going against Serpent orders/ruining a business deal/losing money/putting the Serpents in danger, etc. threesome, DP, rough sex, cuckolding, dubcon, punishment

11] Veronica catches Betty sucking Hiram off OR Jug catches Betty sucking Sweet Pea/FP/Other off and Veronica/Jughead get off on it.

12] On a school trip in the mountains, Betty and SweetPea/Reggie sneak off and fuck. (im thinking if I go with SP, it might become a chapter in my SweetB camming-verse)

13] Sweet Pea blackmails Betty to be his slave after finding out her camming secret and fucks her in the pool house at Cheryl’s party. (Note that I have few SP+blackmail/camming ideas in general, but I like the idea of this one since I want Betty to get fucked in her bathing suit) -cheating, blackmail, creampie, size kink, anal

14] AU- Betty buys two tickets in advance to a fancy hot spring retreat for her and Jug’s anniversary, but then they end up breaking things off (possibly after her dance or bc Jug is to invested in the Serpents) A couple months pass, and forgetting to cancel the reservation, Betty reluctantly goes, throwing out the extra ticket and hoping to once and for all, forget about the Southside Serpents. Imagine her surprise when, Sweet Pea shows up at the retreat, with the other ticket. (I feel I might make this one more of a shippy smut with plot, but who knows. I just like the idea alot bc there’s that great photo of Jordan in the pool lol) -teasing, sexual tension, pool/water sex, anal, ass obsession, rough sex.

15] Veronica is annoyed that Hermosa is still loitering around Riverdale, especially when she said she would leave. Wanting to find the reason for her sister’s extended stay, Veronica hides away in Hermosa’s closet and is shocked to find her bff Betty, is having sex with older Lodge daughter. OR, V accidentally stumbles upon them. (also, I plan to make V have a huge crush/obsession with Betty, thus making her insanely jealous when she finds out.) -strap ons, breast play, older sister kink, psudo incest kink+incest, sneaking around, older woman/younger woman, (possible threesome)

16] When the Jones’ move into the Cooper home, Betty finds out FP isn’t a changed man after all. -blackmail, dubcon, cheating, blow jobs, shower sex.

WIP:

1] Sequel to Perfect Daughter; Betty comes home from a hard day at school. Mommy Hermione and Daddy Hiram help her relax. -schoolgirl uniform, threesome, mommy+daddy kink/roleplay, psudo incest.

2] Sequel to In His Service; Hiram continues to use Betty as his personal sex maid, But when she finds out he’s still doing shady business behind her back, she lashes out, forgetting her place. This forces Hiram to punish her by lending out her holes to his business associates. -threesome, dubcon, spitroasting, maid uniform, punishment.

3] Sequel to Betty and Sweets make a porno; (will most likely turn this into a series) Betty plays with herself as she recalls the last cam session she had with Sweets. Alternatively; they make another video in his trailer. - masturbation, clitoral stimulation, camming, orgasm denial, squirting

4] a sort of spin off to the Never Going Back series; Jughead, being a huge momma’s boy, is deeply upset when he is forced to go live with FP after Gladys has kicked him out. Things seem to go from bad to worse when he finds out FP is dating his old high school crush, Betty. But determined to make things work, (or alternatively, it’s Jug’s bday) FP offers up Betty, and Jughead quickly realizes he’s got a huge mommy kink. - lactation, mommy kink, milk kink, breast obsession, breast milk.

5] Also in my Never Going back series; FP takes Betty out shopping, they experience some rude customer service and FP gets his revenge by fucking Betty in the dressing room, while she wears their products. -public sex, lingerie, cum play, creampie. (note; at the time, a friend suggested to me FP take his revenge even further by urinating on the items at the very end, and while I was ok with that because I felt it fit with his plan to mess up the products/get his revenge as much as possible, I'm now unsure whether to keep or change it. Most likely I’ll change it if people aren’t up for it)

6] Betty/Charles; Charles is obsessed with getting closer to Betty. But it’s only logical she would be reluctant to accept a total stranger not only into her home, but as her older brother. But when Betty wakes up one day with marks on her body, the family asks him to catch the ‘suspect’ who broke in, unaware that it’s Charles who keeps sneaking in and is unable to keep his hand off his darling baby sister. -obsession, incest, noncon, drugged sex, dark themes

7] Betty/Jughead/Reggie; Betty becomes the center of attention from both the hottest AND smartest guy in her class, when she’s dancing at a local night club. She can’t decide who to take home and well, college is a time for some wild fun, right? So why not both? -threesome, DP, spitroasting, couch sex.

8] Betty/Veronica/Reggie; (this was a halloween inspired idea) Succubi Betty and Veronica struggle to find a young male who can produce enough potent cum to feed them both, and keep their powers strong, that is until they discover Riverdale High’s football captain, Reggie Mantle. -threesome, cum play, cum sluts, creampies, size kink, cum swallowing/swapping, cum marking.

There are other prompts/requests that I was given, but I’d rather try to work on something where I already know the direction I want it to go in, or something that is at least 20% written. But just in case I'll list what I remember off the top of my head;

Betty/Hal- adult breast feeding

Betty/Jug/Reggie-Jug catches Reggie fucking her, Betty and Reggie fuck after bughead break up, Betty and Reggie invite Jug to play.

Betty/Rddads; The dads use Betty during prom.

#betty-centric smut

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woozisnoots · 4 years

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modernized pucca*!hoshi au aka hoshi is a delivery boy being clingy

° pairing: hoshi x reader ° word count: 1.1k ° genre: fluff ° warnings: foul language, mild violence ° a/n: terms with a * are explained below

masterlist!

it’s five in the morning when your alarm woke you up

and first you think what,, the fuck? why??

you did nothing to deserve this

but then you realize it’s monday fUNday

then you’re like,,, fuck i gotta gO

you live alone in small apartment downtown since you moved out of your parent’s place a couple years back

bUT just a couple of months ago your parents crashed their car into a tree

… yeah you don’t know how that happened either

nor do you think you wanna know?

so like now they don’t have a car

your lil siblings are afraid of any public transportation

and their house might as well be on a remote island bc anywhere else is too far for them to just walk

so being the a n g e l that you are, you offer to drive their parents to work in the morning AND your siblings to and from school

in exchange for money of course

bc that’s about an hour to drive to their place and you need GAS

also bc like you’re a national winning karate champ and you need new equipment

bobs* + safe guards + weapons = 5-6 digits worth of mula,, no big deal

so you drive to their place, take your parents to work, and drop off the kiddos to school, thanking the gods above that you got their just in time

you hang at your parent’s place until you have to pick up your siblings later

there’s like 8 hours to kill before you gotta pick ‘em up so you decide to train

some of your old equipment was left at your parent’s place so you decide to use those

you also greatly appreciate the fact that you left a katana in the hands of a nine year old child :)

fastforward, it’s been a couple of hours,, water is leaving your body via sweat (gross) and you’re incredibly famished

you don’t wanna use up gas so you call up a delivery from a chinese restaurant that your parents recommended

do you all see where this is going :)

you take your training outside and start working footwork and punch combinations

“you should try front punch, back punch, back fist!! that one’s always a classic!”

startled, you look over your shoulder and spot your eyes on a,,, uhhm quite,, cute boy standing just over on the other side of the fence

if it weren’t for his tiger printed cardigan

“are you the delivery boy?”

“yes ma’am :)”

“alright how much do i owe you?”

“for you? nothing but i would like to kiss you on the cheek tho” ;)

...excuse you what :)

you laugh it off and just give him a 20 and respond with “keep the change” as you take your food and started heading inside

before you could place one foot passed the door you heard him yell, “i guess i’ll see you later!!”

confused, creeped out, and slightly dare you say,, excited? to see him again?? whatever the heck he meant?

then that feeling started to dwindle once you realized that this boy has just been coming by the house to give you food

every

thirty

minutes

for the past

three

hours.

doESNT HE HAVE AN ACTUAL JOB

for the entire week, that was the routine

you wouldn’t even call for food,, he was just already there

and now you have mountains of food in the kitchen fOR NO REASON

friday came and it was time for you to pick up the kids from school and as you start to leave you see,, him coming towards the house

getting in your car as fast as you can, you yell, “I’M LEAVING PLEASE JUST LEAVE THE FOOD ON THE DOORSTEP AND NEVER. COME. BACK. maybe wait a month. THANKS.”

and off you went

,,,but there he stayed

and to makes things more incredibly weird, you’re siblings seemed to know him?? like they did this (secret) handshake and gave him hugs?

so you ask one of them how they knew this hamster looking, tiger obsessed freak?

apparently he’s always the one that delivers to their house, known to be really nice and give extra food, sometimes even invites him to play inside if it’s his last delivery

“so do you guys normally order this much food or does he just have a soft spot for you guys?”

“what the hell no!! even on our regular days, he doesn’t give this much extra food. and we’re his favorite”

well you be damned

you decide to leave it be and head back outside to clean up the equipment

out of NOWHERE,,, once again

this boi transports himself in front of you to ask for you guys to spar

,,,ahahaha what? “you’re shitting me? why would i want to do that?”

“bc i like you :)”

“…”

“if i get you to the ground, i get to kiss on the cheek. deal?”

this crazy ass motherf***** “yeah no. i don’t want to be responsible for any injuries that you might acquire after this encounter”

“bet :)”

tired of his bullshit, you dropped the boxing gloves to the floor and drove a straight front punch to catch him off guard

to your surprise, he was able to move to the outside at the 10:30*

and now he’s directly behind in which you delivered a back elbow

but ya still didn’t hit ‘em

and he’s not striking back

frustrated, you started throwing random strikes to different targets that were opened

hook punch to the kidney

uppercut the jaw

back fist to the temple

roundhouse kick to the IT band,,, THE IT BAND FFS

he dodged them all and you were getting tired

annoyance fills your body as you unintentionally throw a haymaker* aiming for the side of his head

and jUST LIKE THAT you knew the fight was already over

bc bitch you just gave him the opportunity to move in, stop your punch, and wrap your arm around

just the position for him to take you down

(insert ‘take you down’ by chris brown)

and he in fact,,, did (ya loser) with a sweep of a leg

“the names soonyoung by the way. lots of people call me hoshi tho. but you,,, can call me tiger” ;) cRIngE

before you got the chance to get up and potentially smack the cute smile plastered on his face

you see his figure bend down and plants a small kiss on your cheek

and you didn’t need the faint sound of your siblings giggling in the background to know that you face had turned bright red

pucca: a Canadian-South Korean animated tv series revolving around pucca, a girl who is in love with a ninja named garu

bobs: a punching dummy shaped like a human being (they’re all named bob... all of them)

10:30 angle: imagine looking ahead and you move forward to the 45 degree to your left :) it’s confusing i know

haymaker: like an exaggerated hook punch,,, like the ones that high school teenagers throw in movies

#this was longer than i thought #i was also shocked that some ppl didn't know what pucca was #i was originally gonna write this for jun #but the clingy-ness resonated with hoshi more #anyways this was my dumb stupid cute idea i had #:)#i hope you like #maybe i'll write a blurb next #i swear i can feel sentimental and sad #i justed wanted to let you all know that i'm funnyyy #seventeen #seventeen au #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagine #seventeen bullet point au #soonyoung #hoshi

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hongism · 5 years

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not your typical flower shop story chapter two

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Flower Shop Owner!Taehyung, College!Reader, College!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, Future Smut

Word Count: 6055

Rating: M

Warnings: mild language

Summary: You always goes to the cute boy next door’s flower shop across the street because hi yes he’s the cutest damn person you’ve ever seen, until one day a guy with tattoos and a severe obsession with the color black shows up in the shop asking for the ‘usual’ and you find out that your cute innocent little flower boy has a dirty little secret.

A/N: okay tbh i didn’t write an outline for this so i just wrote whatever to my mind and let the story take me where it wanted to go. I’m hugely overwhelmed by the support you guys have given to the first part! and hahahahahhaahahh yoongi isn’t a bad boy whOOPS, i wanted to kinda break that stereotype and throw you for a loop lol. And I’m super excited to see where it goes! I am bumping the rating up, because i kinda expect it to get more mature as it progresses and possibly have future smut but??? I’m anxious about that bc i’ve never written smut askfskdjf we will see where it goes!! Onto the story~

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"Here's some hot tea. I don't know if you like that kind of thing. Um, it's peppermint flavored." Taehyung passes a steaming mug your way, but you don't reach out to accept it. You refuse to look in his direction in fact and opt to pull the wool blanket draped around your shoulders closer to your body as though it will take the coldness out of your skin. Taehyung sighs and sets the mug on the coffee table before you. "Y/N..." He trails off without finishing whatever train of thought he had, and instead moves to sit on the couch beside the chair where you sit.

Wood squeaks, protesting against movement that does not belong to Taehyung, but rather Yoongi, who occupies the chair directly across from yours. You lift your gaze to look him in the eye. The furrow of his brows shows the evident concern that both him and Taehyung must be feeling, but too much is running through your system at the moment and you can't bring yourself to care all too much.

The events that followed your text are still a blur, and you aren't sure the memories will ever return to you.

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That small, supposedly insignificant word remains emblazoned at the forefront of your thoughts. How are you supposed to focus on whatever was happening outside the shock of seeing that word beside your texts after going so long without it? To put it simply: you aren't, and you won't.

You blink at the coffee table, looking past the steaming mug of tea Taehyung set down and towards the identical black objects a bit further down.

"You have a gun," you say at last, eyes fluttering shut as reality slowly settles in.

"Y/N, I can ex—”

"I must be dreaming. Or losing my mind. Maybe this is all a hallucination, and I've finally lost it."

"I know this is a lot to handle, and I'm truly sorry for putting you in a position where you could have been hurt." Taehyung scoots forward and tries to lessen the distance between the two of you, but you lean away from him in response. "I can explain."

"Explain what? The boy across the street who sells flowers for a living — and is my neighbor — has a gun on his coffee table. Not only that, he brought said gun to dinner with me. Then there was an armed robbery at the diner, and I had to text your "friend" in code." You shake your head as you speak, unable to process the words yourself. "You're a drug dealer. My neighbor is a drug dealer."

"I'm not a drug dealer!" Taehyung protests.

"Part of the mafia? A gang? Nothing else explains why you would carry a gun, talk in code with your supposed friend, and talk about drugs in your texts!"

"That's not—it wasn't—I have an explanation." Taehyung stands up and brings his hands to his face as though pleading you to hear him out.

"I'm gonna die."

"What? No! Why would you think that?"

"You're gonna kill me to keep me quiet," you reason. "I can't do this."

"No—Y/N, no one is going to kill you." Yoongi cuts into the conversation, pulling your attention off Taehyung with his raspy tone. You press your lips together. "Taehyung, let me explain."

"I'm the one who got her into this mess though! I should be the one to explain," Taehyung argues. He falls back onto the couch, arms falling to the cushions, and heaves a deep sigh.

"It's not your fault that robber came into the diner tonight. There is no way you could've known that was going to happen, okay? Listen: you need a breather as much as Y/N does, so let me explain what's going on."

"Okay, okay." Taehyung relents, and his eyes find you again. You look straight ahead though, chin a bit dipped, and stare at the black combat boots that came to the table you were crouched under at the diner and the pale hands that pulled you out from under it to tell you that it was over.

The faint scent of cinnamon touches your nose as you sniffle, and you acknowledge the smell for the first time since coming to Taehyung's apartment. Warm. Cozy. Safe. Except you are anything but safe right now, and nothing about this situation feels comfortable or warm.

"Y/N, Taehyung is not part of the mafia or anything like that. Neither am I. We aren't drug dealers either, and there are no gangs. It's just a concealed handgun—”

"That's not legal here though," you interrupt. Another surge of panic rushes through you at the idea of being involved in something illegal. That could mean that I won't be able to visit the hospital anymore, even if it is just the front lobby. Maybe they'll kick me out of university too. Fire me from my job. Then what? I can't pay the medical bills if that happens. I'm fucked.

"You really aren't making this easy, Y/N." Yoongi rubs his forehand, exposing the pale skin under his jacket, and you spot more black ink across it.

"Well, I'm sorry but how in the hell is any part of this situation supposed to be easy?"

"Okay. Fine. I am going to give you two options then. The first: drink the tea and regain your strength, then go back to your apartment and act like this never happened. The second—”

"Done," you say before Yoongi can finishing explaining anything else. You jolt forward and snatch the mug from the table. The liquid burns your tongue and tastes like fire as it goes down your throat, but none of that is important in the moment. You just want to get out of here. Away from Taehyung, away from Yoongi, and away from the guns. The table trembles when you slam the mug back down against the surface. Both Taehyung and Yoongi wear similar expressions of wide eyes and dropped jaws. "Thanks for the tea, and thanks for saving my life I guess. I'll be leaving now." You hop up from the chair, blanket falling off your shoulders as you do, and head for the door without sparing either man another glance.

Then you're out the door and moving towards your own apartment with uncertain steps and weak knees.

I don't want to know, you tell yourself as you fumble with your keys and struggle to get the door unlocked. I don't need to know. Whatever the hell Taehyung is doing does not matter to me. It doesn't involve me. The less I know the better. You burst into your apartment, and the door slams against the wall hard enough to leave another dent in the plaster. It truly is in your best interest to walk away from Taehyung and Yoongi, ignore them and whatever insane life they're living, and focus on yourself. You don't need flowers anymore.

Hifumi is right. I shouldn't be wasting my money on flowers anyways. I should be saving the money for the medical bills. I should focus more on my studies.

The abrupt scream that leaves your lips surprises you. You aren't sure why the noise escapes — maybe the frustration and panic surrounding your situation or the realization that someone is reading your messages now of all times. Why now? I didn't get any calls from the hospital, they didn't give me any updates, so why? Why is this happening? Why tonight?

Knocking interrupts your train of thought, and the force behind it is so strong that you fear whoever is behind is may break the door. Your heart feels like it's beating in time with the rapid knocks. As you stand in the dark, part of you wants the night to be over and for you to wake up to find that it was all a dream. The other part panics because who the hell would be knocking at your door at this hour? Was it the robber from the diner? Did he follow you back here? Or maybe someone else is here to kill you.

"Y/N, open the damn door!" Taehyung, it's Taehyung's voice. Thank goodness. You stumble towards the door, and in your moment of panic, you forget about your intentions of putting Taehyung out of your life. Twisting the handle, you pull the door open to reveal Taehyung's face behind it. He pushes past you and into the apartment, leaving you to look at Yoongi, who stood hidden behind Taehyung.

"Are you alright?" Yoongi inquires. He stretches an arm out to touch your shoulder, but you shy away from his grasp.

"I'm fine. What's the problem?"

Taehyung rushes around your apartment, scouting out every corner and crevice in sight, and once everything is searched to his liking, he stops to look at you.

"Is someone here? Did something happen? Why did you scream?" He interrogates. You glance down at his hand, spotting the black outline of a gun in his grasp. When you turn back to Yoongi, you spot the same object tucked into the waistband of his pants.

"Di-Did you think—” you stop yourself as the lingering contents in your stomach churn. "No one is here. I'm alone." Why did he have to mention that? What if someone really is here? Dammit there's no way in hell I'll be able to sleep tonight.

"We heard you scream. I thought something happened," Taehyung explains. He tucks the gun behind his back, no doubt placing it in his waistband as Yoongi did. "Y/N, I know you would rather put this out of sight and out of mind. That's fine with me. If you really want to do that, then I won't stop you. Please, though, please stay at my apartment tonight. I need the peace of mind. It's the last thing you have to do for me, and after tonight, we don't ever have to talk again." You fold your arms over your chest. The plea sinks into your skin, and you stand in contemplation of the possibilities as Taehyung waits for your answer with bated breath. No. At least, that is what you ought to say. The puppy dog eyes — those damn puppy dog eyes — are present. How can I say no when he's looking at me like that?

"I—look, you're right next door. Isn't that safe enough for you? Even if it's not, why can't you just stay in my living room? Why do I have to go over to your apartment?" Arms fall to your sides, and you blink at Taehyung. He sighs, fingers coming up to tug at his loose hair, then looks behind you.

"My apartment is safer, Y/N."

"What? Do you have iron bars over the bedroom windows or something?" The man stays quiet in the face of your accusation, exchanging a glance with Yoongi. "Oh my gosh, you have got to be kidding me. Taehyung, is that even allowed here?"

"Can we ignore that for now?"

"Fine, fine! Just let me change clothes, okay?" You sigh and scoot past him to get to your bedroom. Taehyung prevents you from making it to the door, taking quick steps to reach the wood before you do.

"What if someone is in there? Let me go first. I'll check it out." He jiggles the handle to no avail because you locked the door before leaving this afternoon. Without a word, he finds you with his eyes and waits. The sigh that leaves your lips is a long one, and after that, you unlock the door for him and pray that your room is in a decent enough condition to be seen. Then again, if someone really is in your room, then they've already seen the disaster inside so you shouldn't care all too much. Taehyung bursts into your bedroom with gun in hand, and you nearly scream at the suddenness of his action. The ease and fluidity of his actions shows that this is something he has done before, and he's done it enough times to be comfortable with it. If your heart could plummet any further in dread, it would. After everything that has happened this evening though, you think it's safe to say that you've reached your limit for dread and panic for the rest of the month.

"If it makes you feel any better, he's like this all the time." Yoongi appears at your side. You don't hear him approach, and the darkness in your apartment makes him blend in a bit too much for your liking since he's wearing an obscene amount of black. You jump, hand coming to your chest when he speaks. His eyes widen at your reaction, then fall to a relaxed state again after a moment. "Sorry, I do that a lot."

"I don't wanna know," you claim. Yoongi sends an indiscernible look your way, and you have to remind yourself that it's the truth even though there is curiosity in you that truly does want to know what the hell is going on with Taehyung. "I just want to go to bed and wake up tomorrow as though this didn't happen."

"Is that how you handle all your problems?" Yoongi asks as he watches Taehyung analyze every inch of your bedroom.

"It's the best way to handle problems," you counter. Heat rises on your cheeks, and you begin to feel a bit sheepish for acting so dramatic.

"Really? Let me know how that works out for you in the long run."

"I won't because this is the last time we'll be seeing each other." Again, Yoongi looks at you, and this time a smirk plays at his lips.

"Okay, Y/N."

"Hey, the violets look really nice!" Taehyung's voice cuts through your conversation. He grins at you from the doorway of your bedroom, the boxy smile seeming out of place alongside the gun in his hand. He tucks the weapon back into his waistband, then says, "It looks safe though, so you can go ahead and get whatever you need for the night."

"Oh, uh, thanks." You slide past him to get into your room, glad to see that it isn't as much of a mess as you thought it was. "Can you give me a few minutes? To use the bathroom and stuff?" Taehyung nods and hastily steps back into the living room alongside Yoongi. Shutting the door in their faces feels awkward but the moment of privacy makes it worth it. You head for the bathroom but once you get there, you sit on the floor to stare at your phone, the message you sent earlier still bearing the small insignificant word next to the block of text.

It can't be him. There's no way. The hospital would've called. Someone must have stolen the phone.

You force your shaking fingers to type out another message.

from y/n, 10:49 p.m. unread

- who is reading my messages? why? what do you want? why do you have this phone?

from y/n, 10:49 p.m. unread

- i know you can't be the actual owner of the phone because i would know if you were. answer me before the morning or i will call the cops.

Breathe, just breathe, Y/N. You place your phone back in your lap. The amount of time you have left before Taehyung starts to panic and think that someone snatched you from the apartment is dwindling, so you pull yourself to your feet and leave the bathroom. It's cold when you step back into your bedroom, but you like it that way typically, so you shouldn't complain. Tonight, however, it doesn't feel right; nothing does. The air filling your lungs, the cold touching your skin, the methodical rhythm of your heart straining against the confines of your rib cage.

You strip down to your undergarments slowly, peeling each layer away one by one, then you remain in the center of your room. Standing. Thinking. Wondering what the hell happened tonight still because you can't wrap your brain around it. The fan above your head is quiet, so quiet that you can hear Taehyung's voice through the wood of your door.

"She's taking too long, Yoongi."

"Leave her be for a few, Tae. I'm sure she's fine."

"What are we gonna tell the others?"

"Nothing for now. Eventually you'll have to say that you screwed up tonight."

"I screwed up? What the hell did I do?"

"You know the rules! You should've kept your ass in that booth and messaged Tower instead." Tower? Who in the hell…

"I couldn't do that. Y/N looked way too terrified for me to just sit there and wait for Tower to get off his ass for once."

"Hey, keep it down. She might be able to…” Yoongi's voice dies down and even as you press your ear to the door, you can't hear whatever they're saying anymore.

"I knew it," you mutter under your breath. "It's some sort of drug cartel or the mafia or a gang. Oh my gosh, one of my neighbors is a stripper and the other is a criminal. What the hell?" You are vaguely aware of the fact that you are standing in nothing but a bra and underwear while pressed against your door -- and it isn't hot and sexy in any kind of way because you're alone. The main struggle of this whole night is coping with the fact that your messages say "read" and there is no explanation as to why. Until now actually, because your phone buzzes on your bed, a ding resounds through the room, and you lunge for the device without thinking twice.

from y/n, 10:49 p.m. read

- who is reading my messages? why? what do you want? why do you have this phone?

from y/n, 10:49 p.m. read

- i know you can't be the actual owner of the phone because i would know if you were. answer me before the morning or i will call the cops.

"Okay, okay, okay. Y/N, don't panic. Just breathe." You let the device fall to the mattress again. Yet there is still a tremble in your hands as you pull a fresh set of clothes out of your dresser. Your knees still feel weak when you press your legs through the holes of the pants, and a distinct pain lingers in your chest. You wish you were numb, or that the cold would sever this feeling from your body.

No buzz emits from your phone again. You leave your bedroom, bearing sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. If the night's events had not occurred maybe you would be more concerned about the way you look in front of the cute innocent flower boy that is Taehyung. Correction — that was Taehyung, because he no longer holds that image in your mind.

He and Yoongi have moved to your kitchen counter, where one stands on either side of the counter and exchange hushed whispers. The sound of your door opening does not divert their attention, so you clear your throat albeit a bit awkwardly because intruding on such a seemingly serious conversation does not feel right.

"I, uh, I'm ready whenever you are." You shift your weight from foot to foot and stretch your arms away from your sides. The image resembles something a young child would do to get the attention of her parents. You feel like at child too, because of the way you are being coddled and protected by Taehyung and Yoongi. The focus doesn't stay on either man for long as your phone buzzes in your hand. Taehyung speaks but the words go in one ear and out the other as you read the message you just received.

from jimin, 11:05 p.m. read

- now that's not very fair, is it Y/N?

“Now that wasn’t very fair, was it, Y/N? C’mon, you gotta play fair!”

“I am! I haven’t done anything unfair. You’re the one who is supposed to be good at games, aren’t you?”

You stumble on thin air, grabbing hold of the door frame behind you to steady your wavering balance, and Taehyung stops talking at the sight of your blunder. Shit. Dammit. What the hell? There's no way…what the hell is going on?

"Y/N? Y/N! Hey, are you okay?" Taehyung's shouts grow increasingly louder as he gets closer to you.

"I'm fine," you hiss through gritted teeth. Gripping the wood tighter, you steady yourself and hold out your free hand to deter Taehyung from coming any closer. He pauses at the end of your hand, eyes lingering on the tips of your fingers then travelling up to your face. "I'm feeling a bit lightheaded from everything that's happened tonight."

"Come on, you can lay down as soon as we get back to my apartment." Taehyung wraps his fingers around the hand that you have extended. The warmth from his hand almost burns your cold fingers. He tugs you away from the door frame, and you lose your grip on it, knees locking as the support leaves you, but you manage to stay upright.

"I-I need to lock the door, Taehyung," you say when he pulls you into the hallway. You hold your keys out to prove your point, and Taehyung snatches them out of your hand before you can blink. He tosses them to Yoongi as he steps out to join the two of you in the hallway.

"And I need to make sure you're okay, Y/N." His features soften a bit as he looks down at you, a breathy sigh leaving his parted lips. "I feel responsible for what happened tonight. It's my fault for putting you in a position where you could be hurt, and it's my fault for letting you get this involved with things you're too good for. I'm sorry." The warmth of his hand leaves you, and the cold rushes back. You have to stop yourself from chasing the warmth of his touch.

"You couldn't have known that was going to happen," you argue.

"You really think so?" Taehyung's voice holds a melancholy thickness in it, and although he has his back turned to you now, you can picture the puppy dog eyes.

"Taehy—”

"I could've picked any other place and this wouldn't have happened."

"That can't change anything now, Taehyung. As upset as I am, I still want you to know that I don't blame you for anything that happened. There's no way you could've known."

"That's where you're wrong, Y/N. I should have known, and I should've said no to you when you asked to get dinner because I know how dangerous it is to know a person like me." Taehyung won't look at you as he speaks. You follow him into his apartment again, the warmth scent of cinnamon hitting your nose once more. Yoongi follows close behind, your keys hooked on his index finger and jingling as he twirls them around, and he snaps the door shut. "Yoongi has the right idea. You ought to act like this never happened after tonight, because that's the best way for you to be safe. I promise that I won't bring you into anything ever again. You should avoid coming to the flower shop too. There are other places to get bouquets if you still want them, but I don't think it's smart for you to keep coming to me when you don't trust me and I'm dangerous."

"I know," you mutter. "That's my plan." Taehyung shifts from foot to foot, then turns to face you.

"Good. Yea…that's good."

The clinking sound behind you ceases.

"I'm getting a call," Yoongi announces, clearing his throat before he speaks. "I'll be right back, Char—Tae." He stumbles on the name, the first syllable spilling out awkwardly before he rushes to correct himself. You don't bother looking in Yoongi's direction, instead focusing on the flash of panic that flashes through Taehyung's brown eyes. He notices your stare lingering.

"Uh, come on, I'll show you my room." He motions for you to follow him and leads the way to his room. "I'm sorry if it's a bit messy. I wasn't really expecting…well, never mind." Taehyung opens the door to a dark room, one with blue painted walls and a pale carpet spread across the wood floor. The room illuminates as Taehyung flicks the light switch on. A bit messy, no. It's not that, and you couldn't call it that even if you were being nice. The mess starts near the front door, a pile of clothes beside the entrance, and it continues to the bed where the sheets are pulled back and almost tugged off the mattress. A pile of papers scatter haphazardly on his desk, crumpled up balls of paper fall from the surface to the floor, missing the trash bin only a few feet away. Across the window, sure enough, lie five rows of iron bars, the handiwork obviously belonging to someone who isn't an engineer or architect by any means. You decide not to comment and pass a smile Taehyung's way instead.

"Don't worry about it," you say.

"Do you need anything?"

"No."

"O-Oh, okay, well — uh just let me know if you do. I'll be right outside."

"Okay."

Taehyung glances over the mess again, and you see the internal debate etched across his features. He must talk himself out of picking anything up because he spins on his heel and steps out of the room, leaving you to stand alone. The two of you stare at each other. His grip tightens around the door knob. The tension hanging in the air thickens.

"Taeh—”

"Y/N—”

You speak at the same time. If the tension didn't exist, maybe both of you would laugh and urge each other to go ahead and speak first. Neither of you say anything though, voices dying in your throats. Taehyung pulls the door shut after a quiet apology, and you blink at the wood in shock.

"Oh." The sigh leaves your lips, a rush of air that feels warm against your cold mouth, and you turn away from the door. Sitting on the bed leaves a strange sensation in your gut, one that tells you that you don't belong here, this isn't your home, and even with the iron bars and Taehyung's promise of safety, you don't feel safe here. You're typing away at your phone in a frenzy now, mind reeling more and more as the night continues.

from y/n, 11:26 p.m. unread

- i know you aren't really him, because the hospital would've told me if anything happened. so quit playing games and tell me who you really are.

What happened that night...you don't want to relive any of those memories, and perhaps you can use that as your excuse as to why you never visited his room in the hospital. Facing the consequences of your mistakes and decisions would be far too difficult for you to handle. Besides, as you told Yoongi earlier, the best way to deal with your problems is to run away from them. Leaving a vase of flowers in the lobby with instructions on which room to deliver them to was enough. It is enough. You won't change your mind on that decision.

A series of soft knocks touch the door and your ears at the same time, and you look up from your lap. It opens without your permission, and you half expect Taehyung to step through, a rectangular grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. Maybe he would start talking about violets again, or go on about which flowers do best this time of year. But no, you have no such luck, because it's Yoongi who steps in with another steaming mug in his hands.

"More tea from Taehyung. He didn't want to bother you anymore though." Yoongi lifts the mug as he walks closer to the bed. The scent of peppermint mixes with cinnamon, and you wrinkle your nose. If Yoongi notices, he doesn't mention it; instead, he places the mug on Taehyung's bedside table beside a couple balled up pieces of paper. "You know," he says, "I don't blame you for wanting to run away from this situation."

"Who says I'm running away?"

"Oh, my bad. Isn't that how you deal with your problems?"

"It's not running away," you hiss back, glaring up at the leather clad man before you. He tilts his head, a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth up.

"No need to get feisty."

"Don't act like you know me. We met only a few hours ago."

"Don't act like I haven't heard of you before today." Yoongi leans forward, bending at the waist to be eye level with you. "Taehyung is chatty, you know." You bite the tip of your tongue hard enough to draw blood, and Yoongi chuckles.

"What exactly do you want?" You ask.

"Nothing." You frown at the response, disbelief evident in your expression. "Alright kid, scoot over so I can sit."

"Um, kid?"

"You're a university student, so you must be younger than me."

"Aren't you the same year as Taehyung?"

"No, I graduated five years ago."

"W-What? But Taehyung said—”

"He lied." Yoongi cuts you off, pushing the haphazard bed sheets around to make a spot to sit.

"What else did he lie about?" You mutter the question more to yourself than to Yoongi, but he responds anyways. The mattress creaks under the added weight, and you subconsciously shuffle away from him and move closer to the pillows at the head of the bed.

"He's not a bad person, Y/N. That's probably the only thing he's lied about."

"Except for his profession."

"Has he really lied about that? Think about it, Y/N. What do you know about him?"

"I thought I knew he was a university student who runs a flower shop."

"And both those things are true, aren't they?"

"But--"

"Have you ever asked if Taehyung does anything else on the side? Any other jobs? Hobbies? Commitments?"

"We-Well, no…” Yoongi lets that information sink in while you refuse to look his way, gnawing on the edge of your lip with a bit too much enthusiasm.

"What are you trying to blame him for?" The question stops you in your tracks.

What am I trying to blame him for? Nothing. I have no reason to blame him. And I'm not blaming him anyways, I'm just upset that he withheld that information, right? Isn't that what I'm upset about? Nearly dying, receiving texts from someone who shouldn't…

Tears prick the corners of your eyes.

Freezing. Being unable to move. Crawling under the table in the diner. Crying. Puking. I'm upset that I didn't do anything. I'm upset that I couldn't do anything, not once but twice.

"I'm not trying to blame him for anything," you claim. There is a slight tremble in your tone, a quiet shakiness that Yoongi no doubt detects, but again, he does not comment on it. "I'm not."

"I understand that you don't want to know anything about our...profession, but I'll tell you one thing. We don't do the things we do out of enjoyment. It's out of necessity. A need. Whatever that may be: a job, money, help, something to bring home to family, a means of protection for a loved one. We do what we have to."

"I don't understand," you whisper. Glancing out the corner of your eye, you spot the resigned expression across Yoongi's delicate features.

"Take me for example. I don't enjoy the dirty parts of my job. Things like what happened tonight though? I know I helped Taehyung, and that's what is important to me. I know that the money I earn goes to paying for my younger brother's education. It keeps him from ever having to step in the muddy water I live in. Even if one day he learns what I do and calls me evil, I know that I've done what I can to keep him good." Yoongi stands up all the sudden, groaning along with the bed that squeaks in relief from the extra weight. "Take that as food for thought, Y/N, before you put us down for what we do."

The silence after he leaves the room is deafening. The scent of peppermint too strong in your nostrils, and you feel lightheaded.

Yoongi's words bear a striking resemblance to Hifumi's earlier in the day.

“You call me vile now, but you’ll find out soon enough that we can’t always do good things for the people we love. If it means saving someone, there is no line between good and evil."

We do what we have to.

It's a suffocating soliloquy, not a defense but a revelation. However many times you've wondered how Hifumi could have no shame in her work, Yoongi's explanation serves to shed light on her position as well. She does what she has to, just as Yoongi and Taehyung do.

"You just need to stop letting your ego get in the way of what really matters."

“And what would that be?”

“I can’t answer that for you, love.”

What really matters? You could put five people in a room and ask them that same question, and you would receive five completely different answers. What matters to one person is pointless to another. Take buying flowers from a shop across the street for example. To you, an important and crucial part of the day that serves to alleviate the pain from school and classes. To Hifumi, a waste of money and time based on childish hopes and admiration for a cute boy. Whatever Hifumi meant though, you cannot figure out. Your ego is not getting in the way of anything. You just want to get through school, pay off some hospital bills, and not go into debt because of university. Work as a speech and language therapist, doing good work and being a good person.

“Wow…that’s — uh, you’re a really good person. That’s amazing how you want to help people and do good things for others. I...I can’t imagine.”

Perhaps Taehyung's words make more sense now, knowing that he is a part of some less than savory things in his spare time.

“You…you are a person who has seen a lot of terrible and evil things, but you still see the good in the world nonetheless. You want to expect the best from people, and yet you’ve been disappointed so many times that you aren’t sure anymore. That’s why you’re studying linguistics and psychology. So that you can do something good in the future, something with an impact, something meaningful. You’re too good for this world, yea…no doubt about that.”

An impact.

Something meaningful.

Good.

Is that not what really matters?

You shift your gaze to the mug on the bedside table, and an unprecedented rage swells in your chest. They raise you to think that doing good and being good is all that matters. That no matter what evil you see or hear, you are supposed to be good. Help others by doing good and meaningful things. What if doing good things doesn't get you far enough? You stretch your hand out, knocking the mug to the floor as a cat would with a glass. The ceramic shatters upon impact. Hot tea splashes your bare feet, burning and scalding the skin. A rush? A feeling as though you've broken some sort of invisible chains? Why does it send a thrill of exhilaration up your spine and through your body?

The door bursts open, Taehyung and Yoongi standing behind it to find the source of the crash no doubt. You get to your feet. A shard of ceramic crunches under your toes, not enough weight put down to break the skin, but it stings nonetheless. Both men glance between the mess on the floor and your stony expression.

"Is everything alright, Y/N?"

Your phone is buzzing again, a series of vibrations against the bed, and a distraction for both Taehyung and Yoongi. You pull their attention back with your next words though.

"You said you would give me two options. I want the second, and I want to know everything."

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