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lalaangeldust · 3 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

[ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ] : none :)

[ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ] : kaminari denki // bakugo katsuki // sero hanta

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢

ah yes, the bakusquad's resident pretty boy

he would definitely be the most obvious about his crush

two words: shitty flirting

horrible pick-up lines and just overall bad flirting

he pulls through sometimes though ( with sero's advice ) and his ego inflates through the roof if he can get you flustered and blushing

but if you give him the same energy, he will immediately combust

all function out the window

congratulations, you broke denki

none of your possessions are safe when denki is within the vicinity

shirts, hoodies, skirts, hats, jewelry, hair accessories

if he can grab it, he will have it

he has worn / stolen everything in your closet at least once, if not it is most definitely his goal

it does not matter if he fits it or not, he will make it work

he has no shame

but one time he stretched out one of your favorite skirts and it tore a bit and he felt soooo bad

"it not my fault i have a fat ass, y/n"

but he brought you to the mall on a date with him to get a new one, so it's all works out ;)

denki honestly just lives to make you laugh

every time he's the reason you're laughing, it makes his chest puff up so big

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MF TICKLING

if you two are close, he will without a doubt start a mock wrestling match and it always turns into a tickling fit with you pinned underneath him and wailing

but do NOT under any circumstances tickle him

he with shriek like a girl and accidentally activate his quirk

you nearly died

HE FELT BAD FOR THAT TOO

he's also just so infatuated with like- everything you do????

it doesn't matter how mundane you think it might be, as long as you're doing it, denki is so enthralled watching whatever it is you're doing

it's rather endearing

in all honesty, he'd probably blurt out he likes you outta no where while in the middle of a convo

he lights up every time your name is so much as mentioned

or- or

he'd be day dreaming, completely lost in his own world and someone would come up to him and ask him what he's thinking ab cus he looks basically dead to the world

still in a daze from being abruptly brought back to reality he'd just dreamily sigh, "y/n~" without even realizing

mans was SO embarrassed afterwards

face was beet red

*frantically looks around to see if you heard him or not*

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bonus: love languages!!

physical touch // giving

words of affirmation // receiving

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

he's so emotionally constipated

that's not to say we wouldn't know he'd have feelings for you

he's actually pretty emotionally intelligent, and would be very perceptive of your emotions contrary to popular belief, he's just oblivious to his own feelings and emotions

he'd just ignore them

try his best to ignore you

key word try

but he always gives in and he'd make up dumb reasons to come bother you like-

he'd barge into your dorm while you're studying and he'd be like

"y/n i need a pen,"

"oh? uh ok, here you can have this one," you hand him a pen that you happened to have tucked behind your ear

"no not that one,"

...????

"can't you go to momo and ask her to make the pen you want..?"

bakugo starts to get grumpy at this point lmao

"no, she doesn't know how to make it,"

"well, what pen do you want..??"

bakugo hesitates cus he doesn't wanna admit that he doesn't actually want a pen, he wants to be with you

"that one," he lamely points at a beat up tinkerbell pen that you've had since you were like twelve

"really?? out of all the pens you choose that one?"

"shut up and just get it"

"... you can grab it,"

he goes and grabs it and goes to walk out the door without a word and right before he leaves he leans back and looks at you

"i need a pencil"

"OH MY GOD BAKUGO"

he kept the tinkerbell pen btw

like denki, bakugo would steal things from your dorm and not just anything, things that are actually inconvenient to misplace

he'd take your bobby pin container or your favorite brush so you'd come to him to ask where it went, he'd give it back ofc but not without a fight

he'd act totally clueless and he'd wait till you actually start to get pissed to tell you where he actually put your thing

so back to how he'd actually be very aware of your emotions

he'd notice the smallest changes and can always tell when you're upset but he wouldn't exactly know how to help you

so instead of using words, he'd use actions

you had a really bad day and he walked you to your dorm and when he came in he's like

"shit, your dorm is a fucking disaster, how do you live like this," you scowl at bakugo cus like- wtf i'm rlly emotional here you're not helping

he scoffs and bends down to start picking up your shit

"seriously, i have no idea how you find anything in here, nothing is organized" and he'd just keeps grumbling like an old man while completely cleaning and reorganizing your room

dont you dare try and help him though, he will yell at you

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bonus: love languages!!

acts of service // giving

quality time // receiving

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

sero SCREAMS besfriends to lovers troupe

like- you two are already practically dating without even realizing it

the romantic tension

you guys banter and flirt with eachother so often, you both have no idea whether you're serious when you jokingly call the other sexy or not

the oblivious idiots troupe

sero makes everything a competition

not nearly to extent as bakugo would, but still goes a bit over the top

he'd use anything as an excuse to show off for you

one time, like the spiderman fanboy he is, he challenged you to see who can hang upside down the longest without passing out ( literally the stupidest idea, sero, you're going to loose braincells )

sero won, obviously and he takes full advantage of bragging rights

everyone says how denki's the flirt and whatever but NO

sero is the biggest mf flirt and denki got his game from him

so with that being said, you are not safe

HE IS A BULLY

he respects boundaries of course but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try and test his limits a bit and mess with you

he's always trying to get you flustered

god forbid you're shorter than him because he will tease the shit outta you for it

when you two train together, mf goes on overdrive ESPECIALLY if you two happen to be sparring together

he'd hover over you and lean his face in ever so slightly while your talking to him just to get a rise outta you

TILT YOUR HEAD UP WITH ONE FINGER

"could you repeat that? i'm having a hard time hearing,"

SHEEEEEEEE

but you also make fun of him for being tall, so it checks out

whenever he says some slick shit you're just like-

"I'm sorry, what? That's funny coming from someone who's above the national average height. you're disgusting, tall man; shrink perhaps" ( if anyone knows what tiktok audio i'm referencing, i'm in love with you )

hope you have your casket ready because sero's gonna slaughter your ass for that shit

ok but one time while you two were partnered up for hero training, you got on his nerves and he tied you up and left you hanging and the mf just left

maaaan were you livid

15 minutes

15 minutes you were left up there while sero was doing god knows what

you gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the day and sero was genuinely distressed cus he didn't mean to make you so mad

but lucky for him, he always knows how to get you to smile no matter how sad or are or how angry you are with him

he shoots you a piece of tape with his handwriting on it

he made up some stupid, horribly written poem asking for your forgiveness and he's just looking at you the entire time you're reading it with an exaggerated pout

how can you say mad at him?

on the topic of him sending you notes on his tape

he'd totally leave pieces of his tape in really obscure places in your dorm or even under your desk

they'd be really stupid messages too like-

"you stink"

or a really random inside joke you two have that makes literally no sense but even just the thought of it makes you laugh to tears

he'd also leave little origami figures he made with his tape in random places for you to find too

or he'd just give them to you

you have a shelf specifically dedicated for the things sero has made for you ( and he's really touched you actually keep all his shitty arts and crafts projects )

in conclusion, sero is the best and he is my favorite and i'd die for him

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bonus: love languages!!

gift giving // giving

physical touch // giving and recieving

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If you guys want, i can elaborate on their love languages in another post! <3

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

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michelemoutons · 3 years

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and at last, the post that maybe three people maximum have been waiting for...

em's comfort retro rally videos: a masterlist!

in a much-needed return to this blog's roots, and as an antidote to all motorsport- and life-related chaos, i now present to you: the first edition of em's favorite retro rally videos!

general disclaimer/info: these videos mainly come from the group B era of the world rally championship (wrc), which generally speaking was in the '80s. i am only human, so expect a lot of bias toward my personal favorites...which will become very apparent as you read this list hehe. also i'm not even gonna pretend to be an expert on this or anything. a lot of these are literally just based on Vibes

table of contents

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

mainly coverage for television, recorded on VHS and uploaded to YouTube by some truly incredible people

ii. honorable mentions

not rally coverage, but retro rally videos nevertheless

often documentaries, mini-doc features, interviews

for all videos, i have indicated the language (most are in english fyi); if any links fail or videos disappear, send me an ask or DM and i'll remove the culprit/find an alternative link.

and now, onward!

(TW for occasional flash photography in many of the night sequences of the videos, as well as a gif included in this post)

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

in which my bias toward audi sport, mouton/pons, mikkola, toivonen, and vatanen are put on blast for all to see 🥴 i am not an expert in anything i am just very good at research and a whore for aud—[SNIPED]. for the sake of brevity, i narrowed my favorites down to 5. maybe another time i will share all the rest!

also, a general note about the commentary: sometimes, the commentary around michèle and fabrizia can get... weird. keep in mind, they were the most prominent female team partnership around that time, and the first to nearly clinch a wrc wdc, and to modern ears, the commentators really didn't know how to act around them. personally, it wasn't horrible for me, i just ignored the weirder bits, but i understand if others might find it off-putting. also for the sake of your sanity don't read the comments.

5. Rally of the 1000 Lakes, 1984 | finland

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/alén/toivonen (full final results)

comments: this was definitely a rally for most of audi sport's drivers to forget: bar stig blomqvist, who came quite close to the podium finishers with a 4:14:01 to henri toivonen's 4:12:57! both hannu mikkola and michèle mouton had to retire from the race, which may lead you to wonder: why does this rank among my favorites? well, it's always fun to watch group b rally cars sailing through the air against picturesque scenery, and this video also contains an intriguing (at least for me!) look at the scrutineering process, with drivers at their most casual.

owie :( they were fine though!

4. Lombard RAC Rally, 1981 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/vatanen/blomqvist (full final results)

comments: hannu winning by 11 whole minutes even after rolling his car in the middle of the forest is actual legend behavior! anyway this was michèle's first wrc outing in britain, and even though she and fabrizia had to retire, they still did quite well, consistently running high in the leaderboards after the first few stages. and that's considering the fact that michèle had a bad cold for much of the rally and had to ask fabrizia to drive the car to service park for her at one point bc she was so tired. which fabrizia did... with a pencil in her mouth. lot of big names in one video—also, jean todt makes an appearance as a co-driver!

shamelessly poached off of one of my text post edits

3. Marlboro Safari Rally, 1983 | kenya

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/mikkola/mouton (full final results)

comments: ok can i just say how stunning the video presentation is?? the opening sequence is just!!! the shots of the wildlife! the sprinting giraffes! wow! anyway the visual of drivers in deck chairs just tickles me for no reason, and michèle please tell me what you ask for at the hairdresser's and also where you got that orange blouse (this is obviously not just specific to this rally, she always eats and leaves no crumbs). this was michèle's first entry and only finish in kenya (and of course it was a podium mwah). it was also her last wrc entry in the A1 quattro, as she switched to the A2 for the rest of her program in the '83 season. also this is one of my favorite podium pictures ever.

lksdjffnnkd there's almost too much to unpack... fabrizia somehow surviving in high waist jeans in a hot car... michèle's do-it-yourself shorts... this podium picture was the subject of a very frantic video chat conversation between myself and a friend at 2am a few months ago

2. Rallye de Portugal, 1982 | portugal

links: short recap (eng) | overall coverage 1, stuck in the middle of two other rallies. timestamps in descrip. (eng) | overall coverage 2, very vibey with cool music (ita... also peep walter röhrl speaking italian)

podium: mouton/eklund/wittmann (full final results)

comments: GOD I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH AAAA! michèle's first podium of '82 being a win? this rally being the one where there's footage of her going shopping with fabrizia afterward? (more on that later) them winning by 13 whole minutes? and that's not even considering THEE most poetic victory ceremony of all time! in fact let me talk about that bc the racing and the win aside, that's why it's so high up on my list! literally poetic cinema! it's night, they're standing on top of the car and floodlit and surrounded by cheering crowds but they may as well be the only ones there in their own little world, laughing at each other and barely even having to look to each other when they're raising their hands—like god! shut up! we get it you're besties 😭

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and now... last but certainly never least...

1. Lombard RAC Rally, 1982 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/mouton/toivonen (full final results)

comments: firstly, if you were to ask me about my dream podium, this would be it. hands down, across all series of motorsport, my comfort podium would be hannu, michèle, and henri in any order. (there's such a cute picture of them from this rally on pinterest, standing in order on a staircase. henri is not looking at the camera because he is laughing at something michèle is saying and it's such a Vibe but i cannot find it wah). the battle for second between michèle and henri ran down to literally the last stage, and their times are separated by seconds, which is just wild to me. the context of this rally deserves another post, which i honestly don’t have the energy to make rn, but just take my word for it that it threatens to destroy me if i think about it too hard! anyway this is just such an awesome rally and i’ve watched this video so many times haha

i love this rally so much that i actually had a character in a story i was writing attend the ceremony captured in this picture as a small child and made it a formative moment in her life. no, there is nothing wrong with me.

ii. honorable mentions

(is it obvious who my faves are? yikes)

'Group B - Avec Michele Mouton' (eng) - taken from a longer feature presentation about group b, a segment specifically about michèle. a friend once described its vibes as ‘a synth wave edit of an 80s anime set in a cyberpunk world about racing’

'1983 Audi Sport National Rally with Michele Mouton' (eng) - in which michèle takes journalist sue baker as a co-driver for a spin in an A1 and a rally win. fun behind-the-scenes video

'Intervista a Fabrizia Pons, la Regina delle Note' 1, 2, 3 (ita) - very thorough interview which is mostly fabrizia telling all sorts of stories, including the very entertaining story of how she found out she was going to be michèle’s co-driver. also what a badass title

'2008 Otago International Classic Rally' (eng) - THE BESTIES REUNITE THE BESTIES REUNITE!!! michèle and fabrizia reunite for a rally that fabrizia convinced michèle to join, they suffer some problems but there are plenty of wholesome bestie moments to be had

'Michele Mouton hurls Group B Audi Quattro up Goodwood hill' (eng) - i mean, self explanatory. the sound of the chirping tires? asmr could never. very short watch if you want a quick pick-me-up

'1990 Louise Aitken-Walker feature' (eng) - a video featuring a female rally driver from scotland and her point-scoring run at the rallye monte -carlo. i am convinced that louise was john finnemore’s inspiration or at least an influence for the character of linda fairbairn. no my hat is not made of tin foil what are you talking about

hannu rocketing around michigan back in 2017 (eng)

hannu flying around goodwood in 2015 (eng)

sometimes i listen to fabrizia's recent onboards (yes, she's still at it!) and this one is one of my favorites, from 2016 (ita)

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lordkambe · 4 years

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Part 1 ✨ hiii, soo I have another naughty request for you (I just love the way you write them, but this is my third one for a smut so pls if I'm being a little over let me know), anyway, let's think about ada and pm fighting another company that is commanded by a female character, she used to be mori and fukuzawa's partner (like if natsume made a trio, but for personal reasons she decided to move from yokohama before they become bosses). when they were close they used to have some threesomes, +

Part 2 ✨✨ and after she almost kill all of their employees they decided that it's time for her punishment? like a lott of edging, degradation, maybe a bit violent (like hard face slaps and hard facefuck? but ofc only if you're ok with that)

♠ character, fandom, type of reader: fukuzawa yukichi, mori ogai, bungou stray dogs, woman reader.

♠ genre, rating: nsfw. 18+ only.

♠ themes, triggers: explicit descriptions, heavy degradation, choking, slapping

♠ author’s note: hey, i love when past requesters come back it makes me so happy that i’m able to bring your ideas to life ! writing this was so fun because i love both these men. i went ahead and assumed that the three were once close so she refers to both men as yukichi an rintaro 💖 i just thought it would be cute lol. thank you for requesting again and i hope this was worth the wait ( sorry about that btw !! )

The city of Yokohama had never been kind to you. The only thing that kept you company was the glint of your sword and the precision of your movements. It kept you employed. It helped you survive. It introduced you to two men you didn’t realize would have such an integral role in your life. Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai were two men with the same ideal; they loved Yokohama but one craved power and the other craved peace. Their goals were explained clearly to you through Natsume, he had a plan and that plan included you. But somehow before you could see that plan turn into action you left; leaving behind friendships, romances, a future.

The lack of compassion is what led you to leave Yokohama, you fled elsewhere and took the little advice Natsume had given you to create your own team of gifteds. Gifteds who weren’t bound by what the government wanted them to be, it was freeing and embodied everything you believed in. The organization grew in numbers and expanded past where it all began. Whether it was a mere coincidence or fate, the organization had found itself in Yokohama... where it all began.

It had been 12 years since you were here last. 12 years since you saw Yukichi and Rintaro. Despite your grown age, you acted like a child and deliberately ignored places where you knew you’d run into the two men. You kept to yourself and didn’t want to confront those old wounds, at least not so suddenly. Besides, your organization's presence in Yokohama was kept secret. It was quiet and moved like a flame but that flame erupted into an explosion and the city of Yokohama was corrupted because of you.

Done at the hands of a rogue member the attack wasn’t intentional but you knew the opposing organizations wouldn’t buy it. You had the safety of your identity concealed but with a possible turf war up ahead you had no choice but to reunite with the two men and hash things over. The subsequent days after the attack were unusually quiet one of your subordinates had brought you an invitation, it was from Yukichi. The letter informed you of a meeting that would consist of yourself, Yukichi, and Rintaro.

Unlike the previous letters Yukichi would send you this one lacked any compassion. It was cold and devoid of any feeling toward you — romantic or platonic. The guilt you felt because of your actions was a heavy burden to carry and it seemed that the man wasn’t eager to free you from that guilt. It was difficult to blame Yukichi; even if he was always difficult with you. Rintaro was kinder and far more patient whereas Yukichi pushed you to your limit. It was the perfect ying yang that translated into the bedroom with ease.

The three of you kept yourself company during those late evenings. It was human nature for those nights to turn suggestive. For all that pent up frustration to be expressed through long nights of pleasure. However those days were far behind the three of you, or you assumed that they were.

The location was familiar to you, it’s where Natsume had informed the three of you of the plans he had for the city of Yokohama. It was a neutral playing ground for the three of you and more importantly it was kept secret. Only the three of you (and Natsume) were aware of its exact location. This provided the three of you the ultimate level of privacy which was perfect provided what most of your evenings entailed.

Both of the men looked different. Yukichi’s hair had grown longer and sat on his shoulders and Rintaro had cleaned up his stubble. Both men looked refined, serious...grown. With both your hands you tucked your hair behind your ears and prepared to break the silence in the room. Before you could, Yukichi cleared his throat.

“What was the reason for your return, L/N?”

You looked at Yukichi but before you could even part your lips to answer he continued,

“Was the attack on the ADA and the Port Mafia intentional?”

Rintaro chimed in, “are you trying to claim something that never belonged to you?”

“I wouldn’t say never.” You managed to speak aloud.

“So the attack was intentional?” Yukichi suggested.

“Of course it wasn’t ---”

“Then what was the reason for such a morbid attack on a city that we love so dearly?” Rintaro asked.

“If you’d just allow me to explain --” you took in a deep breath, “-- the attack was carried through by a rogue member who wanted to overthrow my own organization. They are not a reflection of our values... our morals.” With a hand placed on your chest you continued your sincere response, “While I do not condone their actions, I will take full responsibility for them. I am more than willing to repay the debt I have caused in any way.”

The two men looked at each other and it seemed that they had already come up with a plan prior to meeting you. Rintaro stepped towards you, his gloved hand cupped your cheek and the edge of his thumb gently brushed against your skin.

You held his wrist, “Rintaro...” you whispered. His touch was always gentle. Yukichi approached next and his larger frame consumed the both of you. Unable to look at either of them you kept your eyes closed. Yukichi’s fingertips rose to tuck the few strands of stray hair behind your ear, “Yukichi...” you soon added with a whisper.

“Are you willing to do anything to repay for the damage your organization has caused?” Yukichi asked.

His question encouraged your eyes to open. You looked at the two men and nodded your head.

“Yes. Anything.”

Rintaro replaced the gloved hand on your cheek with his lips. He kissed your cheek tenderly and you melted into his touch. Yukichi laced the space he shared with you closed. With his index finger he traced the bottom of your lip before welcoming you into a kiss. It too was tender and soft.

“Anything?” Yukichi asked once more. His robust fingertips trailed down your neck and stopped at the start of your cleavage, “even this?”

Rintaro’s kisses fell from your cheek down your jaw and stopped to where Yukichi placed his fingertips. The gentle touches felt so warm on your skin and were reminiscent of the days when the three of you would indulge in one another.

Your head fell back; clearly you were enjoying the touches the men were showering you with. “Yes, anything.”

With your consent something inside the two men switched. They transformed into their respective roles that you were familiar with from all those years ago. Yukichi’s fingertips trailed upward and his robust hand grabbed your neck firmly. He kissed you harshly; your teeth hit against his. Rintaro clicked his tongue,

“Fukuzawa has never lost his eager spirit.”

Yukichi ignored the remark as he was far too invested in kissing you. His mouth opened as did yours and Rintaro watched as the two of you wrestled tongues. You soon felt Rintaro’s hand hold yours.

“I cannot deny that you kiss her so well. Perhaps I will also have a taste ---”

With his words Yukichi left your lips and joined them with Rintaro's instead. You watched the two of them kiss with haste and you, eager you, wanted to be between it just like before. The two men were quick to notice and they kissed you nearly fighting to force their tongues into your mouth. From the action alone you began to litter the room with soft moans. The harmonious noise of your pleasure brought joy to the two men. As your petals grew wetter and wetter you felt their lengths grow in size.

Yukichi’s hand was firm on your waist the other was tangled into Rintaro’s hair. Rintaro’s hand was placed gently on Yukichi’s chest and the other? It was hiking up your pencil skirt. His hand was bare, he must’ve removed his gloves when you were kissing Yukichi. His fingertips were like magic. They danced across your skin like a symphony. You opened your legs a bit allowing him to freely touch the wet spot forming on your lace panties.

“She’s already wet for us.” Rintaro moaned into Yukichi’s mouth.

Yukichi stopped his actions and took a step backward. With his arms crossed his eyes were locked to where Rintaro’s hands touched your panties, “impatient, as always.”

“What should we do?”

You simply watched quietly as they had their conversation. You expected punishment and you didn’t want to further your charge.

“Strip her clothes, leave her lingerie. Lay her down.” Yukichi ordered.

Rintaro nodded at his orders. He faced you and began to unbutton your blouse. Flustered at the action your eyes bounced around the room. Yukichi noticed,

“Eyes on him, Y/N.”

You nodded your head and kept your eyes on Rintaro. You watched as he unbuttoned your blouse slowly. Not only was he savoring what was underneath, he was teasing you at Yukichi who stood behind him. With your blouse removed he handed it to Yukichi who threw it behind him. You didn’t dare tell him the designer blouse caused far more than an average one. Rintaro then unclasped and unzipped your pencil skirt. He slid the fabric down your legs and lifted your feet to also throw the fabric elsewhere. He removed your shoes and those two ended up someplace beyond your sight and reach.

You laid down on the carpet underneath you. It wasn’t uncomfortable but you wouldn’t protest a bed instead. Your head moved to the side to view the moonlit horizon --- the moon beams peaked through the sheer curtains and illuminated your body laying on the floor ready to be consumed by the two hungry men who stood above you.

With Rintaro’s task complete the two of you looked at Yukichi who now sat watching. “Do what you think is right, sensei.”

Rintaro took your face with one of his hands and turned it for you to look at him. With the back of his hand he brushed your cheek gently. The sweet touches were soon replaced however with a harsh slap.

“If only you could see yourself.” He began. “Such a whore.” He placed another slap across your cheek. The masochistic action caused your legs to tremble.

You heard Yukichi chuckle. “Sensei, she’s getting wetter and wetter.”

His observation embarrassed you so you closed your legs. Much to Rintaro’s displeasure he tore your legs open and revealed your wet spot. Instructing you to lift up your hips he removed your panties and flung them elsewhere. Your drenched pussy was exposed to the two men fully and the two of them laughed.

“Can you believe this bitch?” Rintaro asked. He inserted a single digit inside of you. He hooked his finger and you felt so close to the spot that brought you the most pleasure. That was Rintaro, he loved but he was never fair with it.

“You want me there don’t you? With just one finger you want me to make you cum.” Rintaro taunted.

“You think I’d ever satisfy a bitch like you? After what you did?” His free hand smacked you once more. The sound of him hitting your flesh echoed throughout the room. He inserted another finger inside of you and began to thrust them in and out.

“You like that huh? You fucking whore.”

Yukichi stood from his seat.

“Sensei. Don’t have her cum from just your fingers.”

“I would never.”

Rintaro removed his fingers from inside you and a gasp left your lips. You had to prevent your hands from reaching down and touching yourself. Yukichi knelt down and lifted your frame off the floor. He held you bridal style and escorted you inside a bedroom.

He threw your body on the bed, the plush feeling of the mattress as a great relief against the harsh surface of the carpet. On your back Yukichi laid on his side beside you. Rintaro sat by your legs as he was eager to complete the task of fingerfucking you.

With Yukichi’s permission, Rintaro returned a finger inside you. With your eyes on Yukichi your face contorted to reflect the ecstasy you felt. He placed his thumb inside your mouth and you sucked on it.

“Do you wish it was my cock?” Yukichi asked.

“Not yet Fukuzawa.” Rintaro warned.

“Fine.” Yukichi kissed you instead. As he did Rintaro replaced his fingers with his mouth. The euphoric feeling of his tongue lapping against your folds made you moan into Yukichi’s mouth. He slapped your cheek.

“Just for fun.” Yukichi clarified.

The rhythm of Rintaro’s tongue sped and while he did Yukichi began to trail his kisses down your jawline to your chest. Your breasts were still covered by your bra but the lace didn’t leave much to the imagination. Yukichi didn’t bother with the clasps or even the straps of your bra. His calloused hand simply tore the fabric from your chest to reveal your hardened nipples to him. Without missing a beat he attached his mouth to your nipple and began to lick circles around it. The feeling of Yukichi and Rintaro’s tongue touching your most sensitive areas made your nerves tingle. You felt closer and closer to your peak.

Your moans grew louder and louder the lewd sounds that were leaving your body were sounds you weren’t aware you were capable of making.

“Mmmm--- such a slut.” Rintaro moaned into the folds of your pussy. He stopped his task and removed his fingers. Yukichi quickly noticed and stopped his task as well. You watched as Rintaro took his two fingers that were coated in your juices and placed them in Yukichi’s mouth. Yukichi’s tongue licked Rintaro’s fingers thoroughly. You could see both of their hard-ons throb through the fabric of their pants. You were shaking, moaning at the sight. So desperate to reach your peak you cried out,

“Please!”

The two men stopped their act. Yukichi looked at you.

“Y/N?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Please, I need --- I need to cum. Please let me.”

The two men laughed. Rintaro laid at your side and gently touched your cheek where he had slapped you before. “We’ve barely even started your punishment, Y/N.”

“I know...” You replied with a whimper. “I’m just --- so fucking desperate. Please.”

Rintaro looked at Yukichi who was now off at the side of the bed facing the window. He removed his robe and placed it on a chair.

“You’re eager too.” Rintaro noted. Yukichi only grunted in response.

“I suppose you can have your fun.” Rintaro then said.

With that you watched as Rintaro exited the bed and Yukichi entered. You felt the mattress dip as his larger, masculine body was now on it. He’d grown quite a bit since you saw him last, he aged --- beautifully. You watched as he removed his yukata and revealed his broad physique. Now in only his briefs he lowered his frame to press his chest against yours. With your legs open you felt his clothed cock on your sensitive clit.

He thrusted his hips upward and you let out a moan. Yukichi held your wrists down and thrusted once more. Rintaro felt himself through his pants at the sight. You heard his gentle moans and whimpers that only fueled your lust further. Through the corner of your eye you saw him just as engulfed in pleasure as you were.

“Y/N.” Yukichi started. “How badly do you want it? Tell me how much of a fucking whore you are.”

You swallowed dryly. “I want it so bad. I want both of you inside me.” Yukichi opened your mouth with his thumb.

“Should Sensei put his cock in your mouth while I fuck you?” He thrusted his hips again and you nodded your head fervently.

Yukichi lifted himself off your body. He used his hands to flip you on your stomach. Now laying sideways you faced Rintaro and Yukichi was behind you. Rintaro removed the rest of his clothing and Yukichi removed his briefs.

In front of Rintaro's hard cock it stood straight and a few thick veins ran up the shaft. The tip was red and already coated in his precum. He placed the tip of his cock on your lips but didn’t enter his cock inside you, not until Yukichi had instructed him to do so.

Yukichi held your hips upward. He slapped your ass and you moaned loudly, painfully; which caused Rintaro to scold him.

“I believe she’s had enough. We’ll have to apply ointment if you continue.”

Yukichi clicked his tongue and slapped your ass once more. “Then so be it. This is a punishment after all.”

Yukichi traced the tip of his cock on the entrance of your pussy. Your memory recalled that he was well endowed just as Rintaro was. The thought of them both penetrating you made you stick your ass out and open your mouth wider; ready for these two men to destroy you.

Without warning the two men entered inside of you. Rintaro, as always, was gentle. He eased inside of you allowing your jaw to resize to accommodate the size of his length. Meanwhile, Yukichi entered inside of you fully. His thick, throbbing cock was inside of you and you felt the vein on the underside of his cock twitch as he did.

You wanted to moan but your sounds were muffled with Rintaro’s cock in your mouth. The two of them thrusted in unison. The sound of your sloshing pussy mixed with your gagging noises. The two men grunted and moaned in pleasure themselves.

“Ah! If one thing hasn’t changed it’s how much of a fucking slut you are Y/N.” Rintaro moaned and leaned in forward causing his cock to slip further in your mouth and hit the back of your tongue.

Yukichi held your hips so tightly that you knew you’d be greeted with bruises the next day. He drilled his cock inside of you taking out all of his frustrations on your pussy. Your pussy that was so wet, just dripping in pleasure.

“You --- you fucking bitch!” Yukichi degraded you. His hand coming down every now and then to strike your ass. “Fucking whore. Taking my cock like this. Your pussy is so fucking we--wet.”

Rintaro was far more quiet except for the gentle, almost kitten like moans that were leaving his lips. He held your head and began to thrust into your mouth with more speed. As he did his moans grew louder and louder. Soon, he grabbed a handful of your hair and thrusted his hips into your face so that your nose touched his lower abdomen. He was face fucking you with so much vigor as he enjoyed the state of your face. Your mouth was drenched in his juices and your own saliva. Your eye makeup had melted due to the tears streaming heavily down your cheeks. The feeling of his cock continuously touching the back of your throat was a mixture of both pain and pleasure. You gave your thanks by hollowing your cheeks and sucking him off. For Yukichi? You rose your hips a little higher and started moving them at the same pace as his.

The two men were in awe as you fell into your submissive role perfectly.

“Mhm. Such a good little slut as always, huh?” Rintaro mentioned with a stutter.

Yukichi was too warped in his action to speak but he was unwilling to give you the gift you wanted even if you were being good. He felt you clench around his cock and that gave him enough of a reason to remove himself entirely. The absence of his cock inside of you made you whine on Rintaro’s dick. The vibration made him shudder, but before he could release inside you. He too removed himself.

Your body collapsed onto the bed. You were coughing as you attempted to catch a breath in your lungs. The two men were panting as well, both of their cocks still hard and throbbing.

“Get on your back, bitch.” Yukichi ordered. Quickly you got on your back. Your neck dangled off the side of the bed and your legs were wide open, ready for Yukichi to take you. The two men nodded their heads and assumed their positions.

Rintaro traced his cock around your mouth again, “so pretty. Your mouth --- so pretty around my cock.”

Instead of in unison, Yukichi entered inside of you first. His thrusts this time were far slower than before. He was savoring it, you thought.

“Before you shove that cock in your mouth again tell us how much of a whore you are, Y/N.” Yukichi ordered.

You cried out, “I’m a fucking whore, a cumslut for both of your cocks.”

The two men laughed.

Rintaro placed his cock inside you, this time he didn’t give you the benefit of resizing your jaw to his cock. You unhinged immediately and he thrusted his cock inside of you. Yukichi’s thrusts began to pick up speed the second he saw Rintaro’s bulge in your throat. He leaned in and kissed the spot where he saw it. Your legs were kicking from underneath you and your hands clenched the sheets. The sight of you moving so desperately for your release only encouraged the two men to be teasing with their movements. They moved fast, they moved slow, sometimes they didn’t move at all.

“I-I’m close.” You heard one of them stutter out. You were unable to make out who. The position you were in caused you to feel dizzy and the pleasure you were experiencing sent you into a state of euphoric delirium.

Then you felt it. You felt the knot in your stomach explode. Hot, thick spurts of cum not only coated your pussy but your throat. The two men held their positions and you took it. You took their loads of cum inside of you. And you? The orgasm ripped through your entire body. Your pelvis twitched and although your throat ached the feeling of Rintaro’s cum dripping down it was worth it. For a few seconds the two men remained inside of you to ensure that you took every last drop of their cum.

“Fucking slut.” One of them said.

“Whore.” The other said.

Yukichi lifted your weak figure and allowed you to lay on the bed correctly. The two men then joined you. Rintaro was on your left and Yukichi was on your right. The two men held you and with a tired, shaking voice you apologized.

“Rintaro, Yukichi. I’m sorry.”

The two men simply mumbled in response. They were just as exhausted as you.

“We’re not quite done with you pet.” Rintaro whispered following it up with a yawn.

#bsd x reader #mori ogai x reader #fukuzawa x reader #bsd smut #bsd x y/n #bsd mori #bsd fukuzawa #tm.#nsfw.#bsd.

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half-bakedboy · 4 years

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ok, I just read your reyhill fic "Can I Stay?" and it was sooo cute omg. I love Lorenzo/Andrew but sadly there's not much out there for them so I'm glad for any bits. I had an idea the other day and was looking for someone to prompt: Lorenzo actually has some artistic talent of his own and wants to draw Andrew like one of his french girls, so to speak 😉

So Drawing…Read on AO3

Anyone who knew Lorenzo knew that he had an eye for fine art. He had collected everything from paintings to sculptures to antique pottery all acquired at different times throughout his long life. He saw art as a way of expression, something many of his friends and acquaintances have done beautifully and he aspired to. He always told himself that whoever he ended up with would appreciate his gifts just as much as he did.

“You have quite the collection,” Andrew noted as Lorenzo poured him another glass of wine. Lorenzo was glad he noticed as every single piece he owned had meaning to him, some more than others. Andrew was currently eyeing a painting he commissioned from a close friend, one that he usually kept in his chateaux in Paris, but had since been collecting dust in the corner of the new apartment he moved into in New York. The painting was of him, clad in full fencing gear, his helmet in his arm and his sword in perfect position in his other hand. It was one of his favorite gifts he had received. He stood next to Andrew and handed him his glass. He ignored the skip in his heart when Andrew smiled over at him. “Did you paint that?”

“A friend painted that for me. Self portraits are not my strong suit, I’m afraid,” Lorenzo said as he took a few long sips of his wine. Andrew turned toward him and raised his eyebrows.

“Does that mean you have a strong suit? You paint?” Andrew clarified with another devastating smile. Lorenzo nodded and gestured toward the unfinished and mostly empty canvases toward the back of the living room.

“I dabble,” Lorenzo teased as he walked over to his supplies. He picked up a paintbrush and let the bristles smooth over the pad of his thumb. “A friend tried to teach me, some decades ago, but I never really felt like I got the hang of it.” It wasn’t often that Lorenzo didn’t take the chance to brag about himself, his gloating being how he achieved such high status in the warlock community after all, but he didn’t feel like he had to with Andrew. He felt Andrew walk up beside him, his hand reaching next to Lorenzo’s waist to grab a small canvas from the wall of blank ones.

“What was your favorite thing to paint?” Andrew asked as he ran his strong hand down the white material, his other grabbing a jar of pencils from the desk. Lorenzo watched him closely and narrowed his eyes in thought. He hummed and placed a hand on his chin, letting his eyes linger over Andrew’s long body.

“The human figure is always a good place to start,” Lorenzo said as he finished off his glass of wine and smirked up at Andrew. Lorenzo liked the way Andrew always seemed to fluster around him. He wasn’t quite used to it, not the way the tips of Andrew’s ears would redden and his hand would instinctively move to the back of his neck.

“Why don’t you draw me?” Andrew inquired, a bit more confidence in his tone once Lorenzo started his flirting. Lorenzo laughed brightly, shook his head, and placed his glass down on the desk before taking the pencils from Andrew’s hand. When he reached for the canvas, Andrew didn’t let go, using it to pull Lorenzo closer to him. It was Lorenzo’s turn to be flustered, feeling Andrew’s solid chest against his.

“I– I don’t think I can…” Lorenzo trailed off as he looked at the canvas, feeling Andrew’s thumb graze over his fingers. His breath seemed to pause in his lungs as Andrew looked down at him, pulling his lip between his teeth like he was deep in thought.

“I think you can do lots of things,” Andrew said before closing his eyes and shaking his head. “That was supposed to sound more…” His words trailed off as he waved his unoccupied hand like he was searching for a word. Lorenzo took the compliment anyways.

“I think,” Lorenzo said after a deep breath, “that there’s something else I want to do to you more than draw you.” Lorenzo’s eyes widened because apparently, Andrew’s nervousness had ruined his ability to be suave. Before he had a chance to reconsider his word choice or apologize profusely for how forward his sentence had been, Andrew’s grip was gone from the canvas. He stepped forward, minimizing the already small space between them and both of his hands moved to hold Lorenzo’s face. The touch was so gentle, he thought his heart might have stopped. Andrew leaned in slowly, like a question waiting for an answer, and Lorenzo wanted to yell a resounding ‘yes’.

Instead, he closed his eyes and tilted his chin up, his hands gripping at Andrew’s waist, tugging on the jacket Andrew had neglected to take off when he arrived. The moment Andrew’s lips pressed to his, his heart raced, restarting from what felt like complete stillness. His lips were softer than Lorenzo thought they would be, the rest of him filled with bumps and scars and his hands calloused from his seraph blade. He focused on the solid chest pressed against him, the way Andrew’s lips moved slowly and delicately against his own. It was nothing like Lorenzo expected and everything he had wanted. When he pulled away, it was too soon, entirely too quickly for Lorenzo to taste him in the way he needed.

Lorenzo opened his eyes and peered up at him, smiling widely at the similar grin on Andrew’s face. The blush that covered Lorenzo’s cheeks and the way his heart slowed at Andrew’s soft gaze were unfamiliar to him, but not unwanted. He didn’t mind the way Andrew made him feel, the way he looked at Lorenzo like he saw something no one else ever had. Lorenzo shook his head and wrapped his arms tighter around Andrew’s waist, not quite ready to let him go. Andrew’s hands moved to his shoulders, looping around his neck to pull him in for an even gentler kiss, chaste and swift.

“So, drawing…” Andrew said slowly as he pulled away, nodding toward the canvases behind Lorenzo. Lorenzo turned just enough to look at his desk before shrugging and shaking his head.

“I don’t know that drawing is the activity I want to end the night with,” Lorenzo decided before he bit down on his lip, sending a questioning glance up at Andrew. Andrew laughed in response, bright and loud before pulling him in again, that time without the intent to pull away.

#reyhill #reyhill fic #lorenzo rey #andrew underhill #lorenzo x andrew #andrew x lorenzo #my writing #fluffy ficlet prompts #there is no ACTUAL drawing like one of his french girls #but they definitely did something french #ba dum TSSSSSS #dont worry #i hate me too #thank you for prompting!!!#Anonymous #long post

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btsunderthesamemoon · 7 years

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I'm in Love with My Bestfriend's Boyfriend

Pairing- Jimin x Reader

Type- Series

Summary- A young teenage girl meets a amazing boy. Park Jimin, She easily falls for him, but pushed her feelings away until it’s to late. Her best friend had already fallen, and gotten Jimin. Will she stay away from their relationship or will she break the bonds she had with her friend to get to her love?

Chapter 5

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Yoongi POV

I felt my body shake in fear. I sat near a stretcher with my younger sister laying on it, unconscious. I gulped hard, holding back a few tears. To everyone else I seemed calm and collected, but no one can be calm in a situation like this. I took a shaky sigh, glancing at Jimin beside me. His head was in his hands, a few sniffles coming from him. If I didn’t know any better, it would have looked like he was sleeping peacefully, but I could tell he was just as distressed as I was. Ever since she collapsed, I held onto her hand tightly, afraid to let go of. I felt that if I did, she would fade away from me. I know inside she would live, but she could never be the same. Her personality already changed when our drunktard of a dad came home before all this. She became more quiet, and I knew it, but I didn’t do anything. I should have comforted her, but I didn’t. I was too afraid myself to even think about my own sister, and I hated myself for that. I promised myself to take better care of her from now on, even if I do it alone.

As we walked into the hospital, (y/n) was rolled into a compact room to be treated. I was forced to wait outside, only hoping for the best, both mentally and physically, when she wakes up. Jimin urged the nurses to let him in to see her, but they all pushed him to sit down. He eventually calmed down, but still paced around the room. I payed no mind, know how he felt. My foot twitched in anticipation. I wanted some sort of update on her, but I got none in the end. I closed my eyes and willed myself to calm down, breathing heavily.

Reader POV

Light filled my clouded vision as I woke up from what I assumed to be sleep. I yawned lightly, blinking a few times to clear my sight. Everything around me was almost all white, giving off a slight glow. I shielded my eyes from the intense brightness, and groaned. ‘Where even am I’ I thought curiously.

Suddenly, everything came back to me. Instead of crying, I sat there numbly. I was surprised at my own calmness to the situation at hand. I shook my thoughts away, running my head through my hair. The (y/h/c) locks of hair fell back in front of my eyes. A small thought hit me. ‘Where’s Yoongi?’ I thought. Worry filled my head, thinking of what may have happened.

After a few moments of fear for my brother, I calmed down, hoping for the best. I finally got to look around. I realized a heartbeat later that I was in a hospital room. My face turned blank, thinking back to what exactly happened. A sigh left my thin lips as a headache came to me. I sat up, ignoring my body’s protests. My sore arms lied on my lap idly. I honestly didn’t know what to think anymore. The person I had looked up to most had almost killed me. What was he even saying? I winced as I remembered his harsh words. Tears glazed my eyes slightly and I finally realized the door opened.

A nurse entered the room, and her eyes widened once they landed on me. She dashed out the room, the door slamming loudly behind her. A few moments later, the door opened and Yoongi came in. Jimin trailed in sheepishly soon after. "(Y/N)...you're awake, you're okay." Yoongi said and embraced me. I felt the tears slip from my eyes, hugging Yoongi back tightly.

We pulled away from each other a few heartbeats later. I suddenly felt cold without Yoongi hugging me, but pushed the chill away. I finally realized Jimin was standing awkwardly beside Yoongi, and focused my attention on him.

“Hey…” I said trailing off. I wondered if he was afraid now just as much as I was. My throat felt dead, but I paid no mind. He waved a little bit before whispering to Yoongi. My brother glanced at me before hesitantly leaving the room. Jimin remained with a troubled expression.

“(Y/N). Are you feeling better?” I was fiddling with my fingers as if they were the most interesting things in the world. I gulped, and chuckled, trying to lighten the tense mood.

“What’s your definition of ok?” I said. I was surprised at my own voice. It was ragged, and deeper than normal. Jimin tried to hide his wince, but it was obvious he knew something.

“Well, i’m feeling physically ok… I guess. Did anything happen to me when I was unconscious?” I asked, feeling anxiety creepy up my body. Jimin shifted from one foot to the other, making me fear what happened.

“Your dad was taken to court… He was immediately found guilty and went to jail… You also… won’t be able to use your voice or your arm for awhile… You’re lucky that you can still see. You almost lost your sight.” I gaped at him. I somewhat understood why my father was sent to jail, but I couldn’t comprehend why I wouldn’t be able to speak. I looked up at him waiting for a further explanation. He glanced up at me with a bit of hesitation.

“Something has been inside your vocal cords for awhile, and they just found it now. The doctors say it’s because of poor care to your throat. They managed to help with that, but at the cost of your voice. As for your arm, it was cut harshly in that small scene, so you can’t use it without hurting yourself for about a month or so. Don’t worry though! The doctors say you have a chance of getting your voice back, so don’t panic about it.” My mind was once again numb for the upteenth time. Jimin finally looked at me since he told me about this.

I suddenly became aware of the throbbing pain in my throat, and the aching in my arm. I sighed silently, earning a puzzled look from Jimin. I shook my head in thought. I was already used to disaster hitting me, but I never thought that it would hit me this hard. I scanned the room for something to write with, finding none in the end.

“How do I communicate with others?” I said quietly. This made my throat burn like a thousand suns, making me flinch. Jimin looked at me with sympathy, and gave me a notepad. He quickly pulled out a pencil from his pocket, and tried to smile at me. I smiled back, nodding my head in thanks. My slender fingers wrapped around the thin pencil, grasping the notepad in my other hand firmly. Even this tiny gesture had cause me pain in my upper, left arm. I thanked god silently that it wasn’t my dominant hand. I scribbled something quickly, holding it up for Jimin to see.

“When am I going home?” My eyes drooped at the thought of my cozy house. ‘Can I even consider it home anymore? So many tragedies have happened in that home that it feels more like a murder house then a place to be safe.’ I gulped back light tears that appeared, blinking them away. He looked at the note, thinking for a few moments.

“Most likely in a few days, but….” I nodded, telling him to go on. “You won’t be staying in your original house… Since it’s technically a crime scene for the moment, you can’t stay there. I offered to let you stay at my house, but Yoongi refused. I don’t really know where you’re going to be honest.” I thought for a moment, wondering where I was going now. I opened my mouth to speak, but I quickly shut it, remember the pain. I tightened the grip on the pencil and notepad lying unmoving on my lap, and started to write a few words.

“Can I see my brother. Alone?” I asked through the notepad. He nodded understandingly, and walked outside. Yoongi appeared a few seconds later, a blank look on his face. Once he saw my petite figure, his eyes flashed into worry.

“Hey sis. Do you need anything?” He asked, choosing his words carefully. He walked over to me slowly and startled him by suddenly wrapping my arms around him. He slowly returned the gesture as if I was so fragile I could just break. I shook and hugged him tighter. Tears silently slipped down my cheeks, which only seemed to make Yoongi worry even more. The only sound in the room was the light sniffles that left me. I took a long, deep breath to calm myself, but I didn’t let go of Yoongi. I felt as though I could lose him any second if I did.

I finally decided to let go after a few more deep breaths. As I pulled back, I saw guilt and worry still plastered on my brother’s face. "I...I'm fine Yoongi." I managed to choke out. He quickly grabbed the notepad and pencil, extending them to me, but I pushed his arm aside. I needed to talk to him, no matter how much it burned. "Please don't hate Dad. Please don't blame yourself. He was drunk, he must've been pressured or something-" I stopped talking and coughed. "(Y/N), stop talking. Your throat is going to become worse." Yoongi said, ignoring what I had just said. "Yoongi. Forgive Dad-"

"(Y/N)! He broke the promise he made with us! He left us with a debt! He gambled and drank! How can I forgive him?!" he yelled with his fists tightly closed and shaking. Hurt flashed through his eyes when he saw me flinch at his tone. "I-sorry..." he muttered before leaving. I closed my eyes, gathering my composer.

Relaxing into my pillow, I felt myself drift off to sleep, even with the battle in my mind still fighting.

#Jimin #jiminxreader #bts #yoongi #suga #bangtansonyeondan #beyondthescene

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