#tw 501

[andromedasummer]

for the first time ever in our country after an odd 30 years spanning 39 deaths at their hands, a police officer has been found to have unlawfully killed someone. every other one (regardless of the fact one case was severely fumbled by police at every turn and completely avoidable, multiple included unarmed people and people with mental health issues and one was a random person caught in their gunfire) was found lawful by the IPCA. and the police union, despite getting away with some awful shit here, is throwing a fit over the investigations verdict.

#tw: police shootings #tw: police brutality #this happened in 2021 to a 501 deportee #the officer shouted at him to drop his weapon and then immediately shot him dead. giving him no time to drop his weapon. #and the police union are having a tantrum #''think of the mental state of the officer'' think of the family of that man who had to see him deported from his home and then murdered #by a pitifully trained trigger happy pig? #highly recommend the rnz article i linked its. very eye opening.

[feline-insolitum]

i need some fucking alcove hall this week has SUCKED

#ERROR 501 #tw alcohol

[facioleeknow]

Ass, tits or thighs?

Stray Kids' preference plus a little spicy something ;)

Stray Kids x reader

Wc:501 Genre: Smut 18+ ONLY

Tw: smut, talk of body parts

Tags: @kflixnet @bahng-chrizz @hann1bee

Bang Chan

All of them. He's game on as soon as he sees skin. When he likes a person, he likes everything. Loves to slap your ass a little too much tho.

Likes missionary so he can see almost your whole body while he takes you.

Lee Know

Obviously ass. He's a shameless man, grabs it, slaps it and squeezes it in front of his members all the time. Loves to get a reaction out of you, he lives to see you flustered.

Face down ass up and hard thrusts so he can see the jiggle.

Changbin

I want to say thighs but with one singular ask @cbini changed my mind so I'm going to say ass (you guys should follow her, she's really fucking good). I think he also likes thighs tho.

Loves to fuck in reverse cowgirl and doggy so he can see your lower half jiggle. Loves to slap your ass for the same reason. The way your flesh moves really gets him going.

Hyunjin

Tits. 100% tits.

Loves to grab them, squeeze them and fondle them. Loves to suck in your nipples, that's exactly why he loves to see you bounce on his dick so he can sit up and suck on them and bite on them. Your whines are music to his ears and has to concentrate in order not to bust too quickly :(.

Han

He likes thighs.

As I said before he has an oral fixation, a strong one. He adores to suck marks on your thighs, it's his favorite past time. You have so many that wearing really short dresses or shorts it's almost impossible.

Always buries his hands between your thighs, even in a non sexual way, just to feel the warmth and softness.

Felix

Tits.

He likes your ass and your thighs but your tits are majestic to him. Truly gods sent.

Another one that likes to suck on nipples but does non sexually as well, just to calm down and sometimes to fall asleep.

Likes spooning because it's an intimate position and also he can wrap his arm around you and grab a titty.

Seungmin

Thighs. Likes big thighs. Likes to grab them all the time. At an acceptable height in public and a naughty one in public.

Loves to lay between your thighs to nap.

Loves to eat you out because he can feel your thighs squeezing his face and that's just the best part for him. Sometimes cums in his pants when you squeeze really hard.

Jeongin

Ass. Innie is a simple man and as a simple man he likes an ass.

He's not as innocent as people make him. He likes to spank you raw, he likes to leave red angry hand prints. He smirks when in the morning your ass is sore and you can't sit down. He will help you put cream on it tho because he's a good boyfriend.

Begs for anal.

#kpop #reader insert #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #lee know x reader #lee know smut #changbin x reader #changbin smut #han x reader #han smut #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #felix x reader #felix smut #seungmin x reader #seungmin smut #jeongin x reader #jeongin smut #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #jeongin

[magewritesstories]

[ ʏᴜᴊɪ ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ] ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

summary: you and yuji, a couple? no, no way, you're just really close friends tw: none, you and yuji pull an adrien agreste note: in honour of someone asking me and a close friend if we were dating lol. word count: 501 words (small blurb not really a one-shot) jujutsu kaisen masterlist

IT'S NOT HARD FOR SOMEONE TO GET THE WRONG IDEA. I mean, anyone with an outside perspective seeing Yuji give you a piggyback ride to the school sports field would assume you were dating.

It's especially not hard for Setsuko, since she's been there to see the way you cling to Yuji every time something scary happens.

It's not hard for Takeshi to misunderstand either, not after the multiple times he's watched Yuji take the long way home just so that you wouldn't have to walk home alone.

Now, in hindsight, sure these are things that friends do for friends too but eventually the little acts start to pile up.

You're the one who indulges your pink-haired best friend and lets him rant on and on about the newest Jennifer Lawrence movie he's watched.

Yuji's the one that's already slinging your bag over his shoulder before you even start to—dramatically—complain about the fact that all your books are going to give you back hernia.

So, when that day Yuji shows up to P.E. wildly waving his hand in greeting with you on his back, equally enthusiastic, it's the straw that breaks the camel's back.

The rest of the day is spent observing you and Yuji. Both of you are completely oblivious to the fact that any of this is happening, simply brushing it off as your friends being their usual weird selves.

Eventually though, during the occult club meeting both teens sit the two of you down with angry stares (they really don't look that intimidating.)

"Okay, out with it," Setsuko orders, arms crossed, "Are you two dating or something?"

You and Yuji give her a confused look before turning towards each other and bursting out laughing simultaneously.

"Huh? Us?" You manage to reply between laughs, "That's very funny Sasaki-senpai."

Yuji nods, wiping away a tear dramatically. "Is this some kind of early April fool's joke?" He asks with a grin, "'Cause if it is I think you guys should stick to the supernatural genre."

Takeshi stares the two of you down in disbelief, "You're really not dating?"

"Nope, we're not," The pink-haired boy next to you replied, "Wait, what even made you think that?"

Now it's Takeshi and Setsuko's turn to share a disbelieving look. "The two of you act like newly-weds," Your upperclassman replies, "Without all the kissing."

"Really? I thought all friends acted that way?"

"Well, I suppose some do, but it's still weird."

You and Yuji shrug. "Well, we're not dating," You finally reply, "I think it's kinda funny that you thought we were though."

After that, the normal occult club meeting continues and neither of you mentions the strange question again.

And if either of you notices the way you suddenly can't hold eye contact with Yuji as long as you used to or the way the tips of Yuji's ears match his hair whenever you link your arm through his on the way back home, neither of you mentions it.

Yeah, definitely just close friends.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #itadori yuji #cobra kai x reader #yuji itadori #jjk yuji #itadori yuuji #itadori #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori headcanons #yuji itadori x reader fluff #just teenagers being teenagers lol

[mutual-monsters]

the chase

Pairing: soft!dark!Billy Loomis x afab!gn!reader

TW: DUBCON, predator/play dynamics, rough sex, degradation kink, sir kink, mild praise kink, mild dumbification, pet/alt names (slut, baby, cocksleeve, whore) implied kidnapping, a knife is mentioned

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: a “game” ensues; Billy + reader = hide n’ seek :)

Word count: 501

A/N: hey! welcome back to kinktober! Hope you guys like this one!

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” He asks, spinning around on a dime, waving his knife around wildly.

You think for a minute about how to respond before shaking your head ‘no’, a slight whimper slipping from your lips. 

He insists, “No, really! I thought it was all an act at first, but you’re really scared! I mean, you’re shakin’ like a bitch just standin’ there!” 

You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. You were terrified. And, through all that horror, deep down, you still loved him. Perhaps, that was what really scared you. 

“I’ll tell you what,” he remarks, “if you’re so scared of me, why don’t we make a little game out of it?”

Again, you just nod, afraid of what might happen if you were to say no.

“Good slut. Now, I’m gonna give you a head start, I want you to run and hide, and I’ll try to find you. If I found you in five minutes, I’ll let you go free. We gotta deal?”

How could you not take it?

He lets you run off, and, 30 seconds later, he starts the timer, officially starting his time to search for you. Meanwhile, you’ve hidden safely, settling on a dirty closet floor, covering yourself with clothes, blankets, and whatever the hell else is in there.

Billy starts to get anxious, he can’t find you, he’s terrified you’ll leave, what if you are stuck somewhere, etc. And then, he hears it. It’s not much. If he weren’t on hyper-alert, he wouldn’t have even noticed. It’s the sound of two hangers clinking together and the soft exhale of your breath. He stops dead in his tracks. He knows. 

Slowly, he opens the closet door. His eyes land on the lump of fabric on the floor, knowing it’s you.

“Baby,” His voice is low. He’s still nervous. “Are you gonna come out on your own or am I gonna have to drag you out myself?”

Slowly, you reveal yourself, feeling defeated. Billy crouches down to your level. He brushes your hair behind your ear and cups your face.

“We don’t have to talk about i–”

“Use me.” You interrupt him. He is shocked.

“What?”

“Please. I want you to use me.”

He tackles you to the floor, making quick work of your clothes, and immediately pulling his cock from his jeans. 

“You’re such a filthy slut.” He says, ramming himself into you, earning a yelp from you.

“Yes.” You respond, desperately trying to adjust to his brutal pace.

“Look at me.” He demands, “You’re my stupid little cocksleeve to use however I like, do you understand that?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good slut. Such a perfect whore for me.”

He keeps going, continuing to abuse your cunt, not stopping once you’ve cum, only satisfied when he’s filled you up, marking you as his. When all is said and done, he begs you to stay, but, as you tell him, you’ve no real reason to ever leave.

#kinktober #tulip's kinktober #billy loomis smut #billy loomis x reader #plus sized reader #gender nuetral reader #billy loomis x you #🌶️

[zhongrin]

𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊

☔︎ = angst | ❦ = fluff | ⾎ = yandere | ⊘ = tw | ㊏ = sagau | ♨︎ = nsfw

↪ pg. 1 |◇| pg. 2

ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ◇ 18/4/2024

⬙⤠ non-transferable ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ a hybrid’s instincts ◇ zhongli, gorou, tighnari, platonic!diona ❦⊘

⬙⤠ former-delinquent-turned-professor!zhongli x professor!reader ◇ unfamiliar | unchanged | unconvincing ❦

⬙⤠ @/throwaway-yandere's yan!idol event ◇ shitpost turned into a fic [faceless!ayato, ceo!al haitham] | training course [ceo!al haitham] ⾎

⬙⤠ a future with you ◇ zhongli ❦⾎

⬙⤠ when you're gone ◇ zhongli ♨︎

⬙⤠ cium aku dong? ◇ zhongli, childe, scaramouche, cyno, al, haitham, tighnari, xiao, ayato, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, kaveh, thoma, dottore, pantalone ❦

⬙⤠ 501 sys̵̜͌tǝm¿eŗ̴̦̗͑̈rọ̷̭̆̑̕̚͝Ȑ̶̨̅̾̔͊r̸͎̜̱̀̚r̴̰̖̪̯̯͛̈́͒̅r̴͉̼̘̽̒͌͘ɹ̷̗̟͒̊̓͋r̵̙̟͇̝̾̆ͅR̷͍̙̺̯̽̔͑̿̂ͅr̸̲̫͖͓͒̋r̵̼̳͉̻̎̿͌́͘ɹ̶̛̤̹̪̪͍̅̽ᴚ̶̛͎̖͖̀̅̒ͅɹ̵̥͉̭͇̅ͅɹ̶̢͎̥̩̟̀ ◇ zhongli, tighnari, cyno, al haitham ⾎

⬙⤠ replacement ◇ childe (ft. al haitham) ⊘⾎㊏

⬙⤠ sugardaddy!zhongli or sugarbaby!zhongli? ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ "it's just books." ◇ al haitham ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ happy lantern rite 2023! ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ milk and cookies ◇ zhongli ♨︎

⬙⤠ my archon ◇ zhongli, al haitham, cyno, tighnari, xiao, ayato, childe, wanderer ❦⊘

⬙⤠ “no, i’m not jealous.” — he is, most definitely, jealous ◇ zhongli, al, haitham, ayato, cyno ❦

⬙⤠ floaty companion ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, cyno, kaveh ❦

⬙⤠ with you... ◇ zhongli, al, haitham, childe, tighnari, wanderer ❦

⬙⤠ “you’re not going out like that,” ◇ zhongli, xiao, scaramouche, childe, diluc, pantalone ❦

⬙⤠ a favor granted, a favor returned ◇ zhongli ❦☔︎

⬙⤠ insignificant ◇ zhongli, childe, xiao ◇ al haithan, tighnari, cyno, wanderer ☔︎

⬙⤠ to be yours ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, ayato, thoma, kaeya, wanderer ❦♨︎

⬙⤠ thousand years pining ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ yan!rex lapis ◇ zhongli ⊘⾎

⬙⤠ incubus brainrot ◇ zhongli + childe ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ lovesick glances ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ newton's second law of motion ◇ al haitham ❦☔︎⊘

⬙⤠ gun ◇ pantalone ⊘⾎

⬙⤠ birdhouse ◇ al haitham, kaveh (poly) ❦

⬙⤠ mundane life things ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ so that even the world does not doubt that you are mine ◇ zhongli, ayato, childe, xiao, diluc, wanderer, cyno, al haitham ❦

⬙⤠ the art of breathing normally ◇ zhongli, childe, diluc, al haitham, wanderer, kaveh, kaeya ❦

⬙⤠ 01101100011011110110000101100100011010010110111001100111001011000010000001100110011101010110001101101011011010010110111001100111 (loading, fucking) ◇ zhongli, al haitham, capitano, childe ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ look at me with love tears in your eyes ◇ zhongli ⊘⾎

⬙⤠ when you make a contract.... ◇ zhongli ❦⊘⾎

⬙⤠ silly banters ◇ al haitham ❦

⬙⤠ rainy days ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ imagine older!li ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ gentlemen ◇ zhongli, neuvillette ❦

⬙⤠ i'll build you a nest, darling ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ affirmations for plus sized people ◇ no character ❦

⬙⤠ don't judge a book by its cover ◇ wriothesley ❦

⬙⤠ when you skip your meals ◇ zhongli ⊘❦

⬙⤠ art of seduction (slightly selfshippy) ◇ zhongli/neuvillette ❦

⬙⤠ losing his head ◇ zhongli ⊘

⬙⤠ 5 love languages (ebg piece) ◇ childe

⬙⤠ caution: these toys aren’t kids-friendly ◇ zhongli, wriothesley, al haitham, kaeya ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ untitled ◇ wriothesley ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ wriothesley + escalator brainrot ◇ wriothesley ❦

⬙⤠ birthday ◇ wriothesley ❦

⬙⤠ after(rain)care ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ miscalculations ◇ wriothesley ❦♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ cuddles with soft!li ◇ zhongli ❦

⬙⤠ stupid hormones ◇ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ karmic/eroded!zhongli ◇ zhongli ⊘⾎

⬙⤠ skilled fingers, devious heart ◇ al haitham ♨︎⊘

⬙⤠ house lizards ◇ zhongli ⾎

⬙⤠ isekai gone wrong ◇ zhongli ⾎

⬙⤠ festered wounds ◇ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley ❦⊘☔︎

⬙⤠ mafia!au nanny brainrot ◇ al haitham, nahida (familial) ◇ childe ❦⾎

⬙⤠ body insecurity comfort ◇ al haitham ☔︎❦

⬙⤠ you're evil ◇ al haitham ♨︎

⬙⤠ a highly important proposal ◇ al haitham ❦.

© @zhongrin

#masterlist #navi

[xcyphoz0a]

Overtoil

Gender neutral reader, comfort TW/CW: idk, mentions of breakdowns Word count: 501 Proofread: nope | (ˌəʊvəˈtɔɪl ) : VERB (intransitive) : to work too hard | A/N: This is actually a comfort fic for me because yknow, ib

The sound of a head slamming onto the hard, mahogany desk rung throughout as you groaned.

Sliding a hand down your face, you rub your eye as you look at the stacks of paperwork surrounding your upper body.

You just didn’t know where to start. It was becoming overwhelming, and you didn’t know what to do.

Lost, you could say.

Deadlines were becoming closer and closer to you as you wanted to just run away, run from all your problems.

Your eyes started to sting as you felt warm tears run down your face, as you felt your face turn hot from all the overthinking.

You knew that you should be starting your work instead of crying, you knew, you knew how crying wouldn’t help anything at all.

But you couldn’t help but helplessly let you tears fall like waterfalls, watching the lone, empty paper become stained with droplets of water.

Choked sobs began to leave your throat as you felt your arms unable to hold the weight of your head, as you collapse once again onto the desk.

Breathing uneven, you felt your consciousness separate, seeing your own shaking form from the corner of your office. You reached out but you couldn’t move a muscle– as if chains were wrapped around your body, pulling you down into the depth of the waters.

You couldn’t breathe.

You felt like losing balance.

It felt overwhelming.

The door to your office opens as it reveals a disheveled platinum blonde, teal eyes open wide in concern as his eyes search to look for you, setting his concerned gaze on your shaking form.

Albedo runs over to you, as he checks on your form for any signs of pain or injury. Finding none, he takes you in his arms as he holds you close, patting your back as you sob into his shirt.

“I, I don’t know what I need to do, I just don’t know, I’ve lost a grip, I don’t… I don’t know where to start, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I really am sorry, I don’t know…” you cry into his arms, repeating the words, ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again.

“It’ll be alright. I don’t really know what to do in this situation, but I believe you’ll be okay, you’re doing great. Don’t beat yourself over it…”

Albedo’s voice is as comforting as the soft, white Christmas that you wish for to come.

Hiccups emerge from your chest as you calm down, your shaking becoming less intense. You feel yourself lose all strength from your body as you slump into Albedo’s arms as the boy holds you tightly in his grip.

He presses a small kiss on the top of your head as he rocks the two of you back and forth, in an attempt to comfort you.

You know, that you will have to face the harsh and stinging cold of the continuous deadlines at some point, but for now, you can feel your consciousness persuading you to relax for once.

#the jellyfish's work #astronetwrk #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #albedo x reader #albedo fluff #albedo x y/n

[demoniccomplex]

Poe and prompt 7?

7 ("don't you see the lengths I'm going for you?")

i completely switched up the mood for this prompt than what it was supposed to be originally oops- anyways, reader gets enjoyment out of Poe's distress

WC 501// valentines event (ending soon!) tws: mention of murder?, kidnapping obvs, poe going through it

The day was calm, nothing too overbearing. The sun shined brightly on every surface it could touch, bringing life to every detail. Sometimes you wished the light rays would boil your skin, leaving only the bone behind as the earth claims all that had melted. Birds singing while dancing alongside each other in the air, the thing your captor wishes he could have with you. Gentle sighs of wind brushing past the leaves of the trees. There's food near where you sat, the steam rolling off while you stare at it. Footfalls were around the room, going back and forth. The pace of them seemed to go faster with every second. Out of all the days today it seems you kept your captor more on edge than ever, you’re just glad you don't have to be in a book. You weren't even aware of what he could do until he spat it out one night, the only reason he held back from doing so was because of Ranpo. Right, names, Edgar Allen Poe, a gorgeous name for someone who doesn't deserve it.

It was charming until the stalking happened, the words were sweet until the kidnap happened. The worst part is, you could barely say you even knew the man. You were normal until Poe made it something else and your subtle refusal was pushing him over the edge.

A huff finally stopped the constant back and forth of footsteps in the room, you finally chose to eat, the entertainment of Poe’s distress no longer making you feel somewhat satisfied. You didn't even mind that Poe started walking closer to you, nothing makes your day better than seeing him unhappy, it's your repayment for the damage he caused. Your best friend of years is currently stuck in a book because Poe got overly jealous of them, cursing them into his own created damnation, and by consequence, you as well. Poe’s insanity came clear after you found it was him who caused your friend to disappear, unknowingly sending him in a spiral of manic obsession over you.  Finally snapping out of your thoughts and half finished meal, the form next to you finally spoke up in tears, “don't you see the lengths i'm going for you? Why can't you accept me? Or even acknowledge me!” 

His hands suddenly on the table, his back hunched over while tears spilled onto the table. “I’ve given you everything I have! So please…”

A smile was all you could manage at his current state, it still wouldnt be enough but yet, it made you in the moment satisfied, something that would never be directed at him in the way he ever could want.

“Do you want me to pick out their hearts for you? Write more letters, please, please…” 

Just in the moment, this all you could ever want from him, and you know eventually, it won't be enough anymore. In some twisted up coping, you’ve turned his obsession in your favor by just a little.

#yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd x reader #yandere #bsd #yandere poe #poe x reader #bsd poe #edgar allen poe x reader

[kpopjust4u]

February Filth Fest - Day 1

Post Date: 1st February 2023 Pairing: Ex!Jongho x Fem!Reader Content: Smut - Spit Play/ Hate Fucking  WC: 501 TW?: Master!Jongho/ Reader slept with his best friend after the break-up/ Reader pushes Jongho’s buttons/ Penetration (Unprotected - don’t do this)

February Filth Fest Masterlist                         Prompt list

“I don’t hate you because you left me, I hate you because you decided to fuck my best friend afterwards!” His voice fills the room, he met you to talk things out but you’re seriously testing his patience at this point. 

Sitting on his couch, you completely ignore any eye contact with him, shrugging your shoulders as you knew he’d react like this, knowing you’d have him in the trap that you perfectly set out. 

“Are you even listening to me?” He asks, in a sour voice as he stares you down, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips. 

“Sorry were you talking? I didn’t quite catch what you said?” You bite back but keep as little reaction as possible to him, finally meeting his eyes with yours when he leans down over you, hand pinching your chin.

“You were never were a good listener,” He quips.

“Bite me,” You say slowly, looking at his lips with the smallest curl of the corner of your mouth. 

Biting his tongue, his thumb pulls down your lips, opening your mouth as you instinctively stick your tongue out at the same time, keeping direct eye contact to capture his face, showing no surprise to your action at all. 

Seeing his opportunity that he couldn’t give a chance to miss, he spits into your mouth, inching his face close to you until eventually, his lips mould against yours.

In an instant, the kiss gets heated, and pent-up frustration with you on his behalf made his mind go wild, missing the times you had even though he knows he shouldn’t, you cut it off for a reason but you’re there on his couch. His couch.

The next minute you know, your clothes are scattered across the floor, and you're straddling Jongho's lap, cock filling your tight hole, bouncing on it with his head in your chest, caressing your breasts and lightly suckling on one of your nipples.

The room is filled with the smell and sound of sex, your moans and his groans filling the room, and your juices running down your thighs, pooling at his crotch as his cock brushes your sensitive spot.

"I hate you," He grunts, cock twitching inside of you whilst you grind on him, spelling out your name at the same time.

"Yet you wouldn't fuck any of your other ex's," You moan, smirking at him but that only gets him more worked up as he lays you flat on your back on the couch.

Now you know you're in for a good time, his harsh thrusts into you making your eyes roll back into your head, his low growls making you feral.

"I can still fuck better than my best friend, don't forget who you called Master at the top of your lungs when I fucked you so hard you couldn't walk for a week," He bites back, nipping at your ear lobe, making another harsh thrust into you that had you screaming Master once again.

~

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#kpop #kpop blog #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #choi jongho #ateez jongho smut #february filth fest #ateez february filth fest #ateez hard hours

[qiangweirosa]

it was april again

" Akihiko makes Minako’s life happier. "

relationships: akihiko/femc, minor/implied yukari/mitsuru, minor junpei/chidori, femc & her friends in general tws: minor character death, persona 3 spoilers, hurt/comfort wc: 501 extra: femc is called minako, i havent played her route yet so there may be inconsistencies, and this was a vent fic where i projected on her sorry.

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These days, Minako’s life was more than hectic. 

There was the obvious having to unpack from the school trip, but she wished that was all. 

School duties were immediately dropped back onto her; the student council had her running around everywhere for any reason Hidetoshi could think of, and the ever growing list of clubs and activities she had signed up for and joined also kept her busy. 

(Seriously, who told her it was a good idea to have so many engagements?)

On top of that, things weren’t calm either at the dorm. The entirety of SEES was on edge, stuck in this weird place where none of them knew what to do next. Ikutsuki had died, and the Dark Hour still existed, but they had defeated all the Full Moon shadows already… As the leader, it was Minako’s duty to decide when to go to Tartarus again, if they even went.

That’s putting aside Mitsuru’s current situation; grieving her father, and definitely depressed - although she seemed to be feeling better after the trip. Her and Yukari had also grown closer. Hm. 

Not to mention, Junpei also seemed to not be feeling well. Something about Chidori?… Whenever Minako asked, he’d brush it off or completely ignore her. 

And Aigis’ weird obsession with that new student, Ryoji… If Minako could go one day without hearing about how he was dangerous from her, she’d cheer. Still, she had to admit something was off about him.

And finally, Minako herself was still grieving. She still hadn’t gotten over Shinjiro’s death, and as much as she tried to deny it by showing off her cheerful persona and her bright smile, it had affected her more than she’d like to admit.

All her problems seemed to disappear whenever she was with Akihiko, though. He made her feel lighter. Akihiko was close to Shinjiro too; he understood. Akihiko was worried about the rest of SEES too; he understood. Akihiko was worried about Minako. He helped. 

He stood waiting for her in front of the student council room, when meetings ended late, and walked her home, just like she had done a few months prior when she still had the time to wait for him after practice. Sometimes he even bought her a snack; anything to cheer her up. 

When they were in Tartarus, Akihiko always checked on her, making sure she wasn’t overworking herself, and pushed for her to take breaks when needed. 

He even went out of his way to keep an eye on her in the dorm. He took care of her. Woke her up early to bring her on his runs. Sometimes even cooked for her, if Minako was feeling especially tired. Akihiko may not have been the most emotionally intelligent person she knew, but he still did his best to love Minako. 

Whenever Minako was with Akihiko, she felt light. 

Whenever Minako was with Akihiko, it was April again, and her only problem was whether or not she’d make friends in Port Island. 

#my ao3 works #akiham #akihamu #persona 3 #persona 3 portable #femc #akihiko sanada #p3 akihiko #p3 spoilers #minako arisato #hamuko arisato #kotone shiomi #p3 femc #not my best work tbh

[stealingyourbones]

DPxDC Masterlist Prompts #501-550

501. *Casually Trauma Dumps* 502. Jason's Ghostly Growth Spurt (Fav Prompts) 503. Damian's Ghostly Dissociation (Fav Prompts) 504. Ghostly Poozer 505. Blood Blossom Tea 506. Danny's Alternate Self: Jason Todd 507. Cadmus Department: GIW (Fav Prompts) 508. Weak Hearted Martian 509. YJ: Meet Dan 510. Lobo and Dan Doin That Pose Wrestlers Do Getting Real Close and Look Like They're About To Kiss 511. Living Summoning Circle Damian Wayne (Fav Prompts) 512. Fire and Ice Core 513. Danielle the Plastic Gal 514. Right Answer, Wrong Equation 515. Tim Drake: Accidental Liminal Entity 516. Danny's Black Market Cadaver Trade 517. Human to Inhuman 518. Quadruple Somersault 75mph Into Your Skull 519. Ghostly Language Barrier (Fav Prompts) 520. Music Buddies 521. Pit Ring of Rage 522. Distant Relatives 523. Jason Gets Possessed by the Lazarus Pits (Fav Prompts) 524. Pits of Dramatic Entrances (Fav Prompts) 525. Soulbound in Death 526. Connor's Non Kryptonian Side 527. Plastic Man's Ghostly Child Acquisition 528. The King's Shared Pain 529. Lord Death Man: The First Halfa 530. Ghostly Puberty 531. How to Dispose of a Blob Ghost (TW: Body Horror/Death) 532. Danyal isn't Daniel 533. Liminal Dick Grayson (Fav Prompts) 534. Talia's Right Hand Lady: Maddie Fenton 535. Bumbling Bruce Wayne Clone 536. Hey, Cloned Failure's Match 537. Same Voice Actor 538. Danny's Newest Alias: Jimmy Olsen (Fav Prompts) 539. Punk Rock Pals 540. The Ghostly Backrooms 541. Runt of the Pack 542. Garfield's Wulf Friend 543. Barbara's Tech Tips and Support 544. The Circus has Come to Town 545. Dani and Jon: The Super Friends 546. Speedforce Hitchhiker 547. Impulse stops Future Danny (Fav Prompts) 548. Dr. Jazz Fenton: Psych Professor 549. Bruce's Timely Escapes from Death 550. Bruce's Batman Stand In: Dan Fenton

#bones masterlist #slifdjafjfjafjkdshfalksjd its so late if these names are bad blame the eepy #dpxdc #danny phantom

[golatcxr]

More than just a roommate [Scaramouche x F!Reader] (Modern AU) Chapter 1

Genre: Slow burn, SFW, fluff, hatred turns love (enemies to lovers trope let's goooooo)

TW: mild swearing

The storyline took place when the reader and Scaramouche were both in college as the two happened to stumble across each other due to the overloaded amount of accomodation demands among the undergraduates there.

Chapter index: Masterlist

<3

You hummed happily, raising a new metal key up to your face as you observed the numer 501 written on it neatly. You took every steps with joy, after what you had gotten through that very morning, a sense of relief came to you. Despising the old apartment you used to stay in, which was too far from your college, you had been fed up with losing your only bus ride to a ridiculously overcrowded stop.

Luckily, upon finding a decent-looking place that was exclusively for students of your campus to rent, you immediately grabbed a brochure on one of the small shelves at the reception just to discover that you had struck gold. The monthly fee was reasonable enough to make you squeeze in the long queue in an instant with no hesitation.

To your expectation, there were no rooms left unattended, in fact, the number of available slots for "roommates" was very limited. You slumped down on a couch at the guests' lobby, losing hopes when the landlord approached you to announce that a slot was already assigned for you. To some extends, you thought it was because she had probably seen your exhausted and late ass every single day, what a sweet old lady. Nevertheless, you didn't mind sharing a living space with others if it were to end your sufferance living so faraway.

"You have my thanks." muttering to yourself, you knocked at the door in front of you.

You could feel your hand shake to anticipation the longer you stared at the door and the moment you unlocked it- all air had already been sucked out of you. The smell of wooden interiors greeted filled your nostril, making an utmost relaxing welcome in a comforting way. However, you spoke up just to be met by a familiar guy sitting on the couch. It was then you realized that he wasn’t pleased to see you.

“Hi -uh- I’m (Y/N), your new roommate and I’m guessing we have met somewhere before?”

The guy didn’t bat an eye at you, with his gaze fixed on the paperwork on his lap. As if you were never there for him to notice.

“How very nice of you to not remembering your History classmate.”

Now that he had said it, you suddenly remembered the jellyfish haired guy who sat at the row in front of you. Though you never pay any attention to others asides from your peers, unless you had a project assigned with them.

“My apology then, nice to meet you, and may I ask for your name again?” You reluctantly asked.

He glared at you, without even moving one bit.

“Scaramouche” – his sarcastic remark ticked you. Well, this may not go as you had expected it to be. A rude and cold roommate, that’s what you thought. Perhaps all of your luck had gone for the opportunity to live near your campus.

The awkward silence took over you both, then you decided to walk in and observe the surrounding quickly. The place was well-organized, in a minimalistic way and surprisingly tidy to your amazement. There were several mini shelves on the wall, though they were all empty. Scaramouche didn’t look like someone who would be into decorations either.

“You have a pretty nice place.” You complimented.

“Yeah and now I gotta share it.”

Rude… you thought.

“And you room is at the end of the hallway, the one on your right.” He pointed.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to him. “Mind if I take a look around the rooms?”

“As if you hadn’t been staring at everything, go.” This time, he finally looked at you with his head resting on the back of the couch, bearing the I’m-so-done-with-your-shits look on his face.

There were two bed rooms next to each other. One belonged to Scaramouche, the other one was for you, even though it seems odd that that hostile human being wanted a roommate and even prepared a room for them.

Your amusement didn’t last long until you opened you so-called bedroom and found out that it was completely empty. No bed, no desk, nothing. You cursed at you yourself to have let your expectation got so high.

.

“Overally, the place was really nice nice but my roommate is a cold, eccentric guy – and he doesn’t like me, obviously, for God knows why.”

“Pfff- It must be your luck to be surrounded by weird people GAHAHA.” The childish gangster laughed out loud then put his lolipop back in his mouth.

“Itto, you’re weird as heck too.” You rolled your eyes, silently chuckled at that “And here goes your Rainbow Aster.” You handed over the appealing beverage on a tray.

“Bean free Rainbow Aster.” Itto corrected.

“Alright alright it’s bean free.” You nodded in defeat, it was not unusual for you to have some customers like that, especially if they were your friends.

Apart from that, you found your workplace super comfortable and enjoyable.

“So- are you two familiar?” You heard yout fellow customer asking again.

“I would say yes and no, but mostly no. He seems too hostile.” You proceeded to put the equipments away. “Well I don’t wanna bother the landlord by asking for a room change and I suppose we would get along at some points, eventually. Anyways, isn’t Ayato coming with you?”

“ He had some work to take care of – oh yes, please get meone boba tea for Ayato, as per usual.”

You were about to close the shop but agreed to take one last order anyways. Ayato was an upperclassman who you looked up to a lot, unlike that certain gremlin-

After handing Itto the drink, you got out of the door and flipped the sign to “Closed” and left.

Kitsune Guuji milk shop was quite a popular name among local residents there. Having such eye-catching exterior design plus famous mouth-watering beverages and small treats that no one could resist. You worked there part-time for some decent income (temporarily) yet you loved it so much for various reasons.

Suddely, your phone beeped to the sound of a message notification:

“Remember to lock the door sweetie, and I heard that you had successfully found a place here. Tell me about it someday~”

It was the shop manager – Yae Miko.

“Certainly, ma’am.” You typed a quick reply for her on your way back to your now shared apartment.

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Author's note: My writing was kinda different since I started this fic months ago. Thus this is just like more than half way of the initial chapter 1 I wrote on paper 💀 so like there were 6 and a half page remaining of this chapter's content but I find it rather too rushed (and I posted around 1.1k words already so yeah, not to make it too long for you guys). The editing process would not be quick so I should say this could be a very slow update, but stay tuned if you wish ❤️ thank you for your time ✨

Taglist: @beriiov @leon-to-sayaka @theonlysol @thenightsflower @stanshizuki @bunnybundle2

#scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #gi scaramouche #scaramouche #modern au #genshin scaramouche #gawd damn #fanfiction

[feline-insolitum]

shout out to my dad for being extremely abusive to our pets and my mom tonight. this is so awesome and not the reason i stayed alone in my room for 10 hours crocheting

#tw abuse #abuse #tw animal abuse #animal abuse #ERROR 501

[takeyourcyanide]

INTRO + MASTERLIST

INTRODUCTION:

You can simply refer to me as “Cyanide,” if you’d prefer.

On this blog, I primarily write Soul Eater fanfiction and detail my experiences with certain psychological ailments. In terms of my writing, I often explore themes of violence and gore, trauma, and mental illnesses/disabilities such as schizophrenia, antisocial personality disorder, and autism spectrum disorder. My works act as explorations and psychoanalyses. All this to say, my writing may not always be (honestly, never is) suitable for all audiences, depending on the work. It’s best that those interacting with my blog be at least above the age of thirteen, if not older. This blog is more suitable for teen and up audiences. I typically post in English, though you may find that I ramble in Russian at times. I’ll most likely post in any language I happen to learn, but English and Russian are my two primaries.

POSSIBLE TWs FOR MY BLOG:

Mentions of r@pe, suicide, homicide, and self-harm

Detailed descriptions of violence and gore, including the likes of self-mutilation

Unreality, such as beliefs that would be considered “delusional,” and may trigger those in a fragile state of mind

Addiction; excessive smoking, drinking, etc. to cope

TAGS OFTEN USED ON MY

BLOG:

Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/No Comfort, (Often Underage) Smoking, (Often Underage) Drinking, Schizospec, ASPD, Unreality, Autism, (SFW) Age Regression, Schizophrenia, Soul Eater, Psychopathy, Mental Illness, Soul Eater Fanfiction, My Writing, My Fanfiction, etc.

REQUESTS:

I accept any and all writing requests. If I am, for any reason, uncomfortable with a topic, then I will make that known. All this to say, if you’re someone who worries whether or not the other person will set boundaries, you needn’t worry with me in any sense at all. Simply send a request in through my asks (👁️), and I’ll complete it when I’m able to.

I would like to add that I do happily accept constructive criticism and suggestions, as I’d like to improve!

MASTERLIST:

While I have considered writing for other fandoms, I have found an outlet in the Soul Eater fandom. So, if needed, this will be updated to accommodate other fandoms, though I don’t see that happening anytime soon.

Key:

👁️ - Angst

🪆 - Fluff

💪 - Action/Adventure

FRANKEN STEIN ADJACENT:

Leaches (series) - 👁️/💪 - 4 786 (total, so far)

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell - 👁️/🪆 - 2 710 words

Muse of Tragedy - 👁️ - 1 130

Prey - 👁️ - 3 315

Until I Ache - 👁️/🪆 - 2 113

Closer - 👁️ - 1 893

Forest - 👁️/🪆 - 3 165

Ceaseless - 👁️/🪆 - 3 164

There Will Come a Day - 👁️ - 796

Mutt - 👁️ - 3 501

Too Much - 👁️ - 4 009

Cycle - 👁️/🪆 - 4 209

Сигареты (Cigarettes) - 👁️ - 1 073

Anguish - 👁️/🪆 - 5 578

Бесконечный ад (Endless Hell) - 👁️ - 1 395

Blood Red - 💪 - 2 475

Bells - 👁️/🪆- 2 650

Self-Cannibalism - 👁️/🪆 - 2 491

Пустой (Empty) - 👁️ - 2 926

Repulsion (Re-do) - 👁️ - 7 723

Repulsion - 👁️ - 14 434

A Buzzing - 👁️/🪆 - 2 973

Time - 👁️/🪆 - 2 867

Adoration - 🪆 - 2 893

Secret - 👁️ - 1 419

Cute - 🪆 - 2 411

Reflection - 👁️ - 1 983

A Sense of Calm Before the Inevitable Storm - 👁️/🪆 - 948

SPIRIT ALBARN ADJACENT:

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell - 👁️/🪆 - 2 710

Until I Ache - 👁️/🪆 - 2 113

Closer - 👁️ - 1 894

Forest - 👁️/🪆- 3 165

Too Much - 👁️ - 4 009

Cycle - 👁️/🪆 - 4 209

Anguish - 👁️/🪆 - 5 578

Blood Red - 💪 - 2 475

Bells - 👁️/🪆 - 2 650

Пустой - 👁️ - 2 926

Repulsion (Re-do) - 👁️ - 7 723

Repulsion - 👁️ - 14 434

I Want a Divorce - 👁️/🪆 - 6 084

Secret - 👁️ - 1 419

MARIE MJOLNIR ADJACENT:

Ceaseless - 👁️/🪆 - 3 164

Too Much - 👁️ - 4 009

Сигареты - 👁️ - 1 073

Anguish - 👁️/🪆- 5 578

Self-Cannibalism - 👁️/🪆- 2 491

Пустой - 👁️ - 2 926

Repulsion (Re-do) - 👁️ - 7 723

Repulsion - 👁️ - 14 434

A Buzzing - 👁️/🪆 - 2 973

Time - 👁️/🪆 - 2 867

I Want a Divorce - 👁️/🪆- 6 084

Adoration - 🪆 - 2 893

Cute - 🪆 - 2 411

A Sense of Calm Before the Inevitable Storm - 👁️/🪆 - 948

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Have a song now that you’ve reached the end!

#masterlist #soul eater #soul eater fanfiction #writing #writers on tumblr #franken stein #marie mjolnir #spirit albarn #takeyourcyanide #my fanfiction #introduction #fanfiction #Spotify

[cellythefloshie]

;; 500 The Road Wife Series Special Feature 300 Follower Appreciation

Table of Contents

Summary: Steven finally scores goal 500!.. and 501... and 502. And now it’s time to celebrate it properly.  Kinks & TW: sex work, lingerie, oral sex (female receiving, male receiving), unprotected sex, facial Notes: This blurb is written as an independent item and has no influence on the main plot of the Road Wife series.

-everyone knew it was coming

-each goal counted with great excitement

-495

-496

-497

-498

-499

-and it was there you were all left waiting for one of the greatest milestones in Steven Stamkos’ career

-goal 500

-you had all hoped he would get it in front of the home crowd

-but Steven was in a drought and it was time for another road trip

-January 18th, 2023, it was time for a rematch against Vancouver

-the game back in Amalie against them had been an unforeseen struggle that had ultimately ended in victory

-but they were proven to be an admirable opponent even with their recent struggles

-which left you on the edge of your seat in the suite the moment the puck dropped

-each time Stamkos had possession of the puck the tension grew

-glances exchanged by all those in your company as you anxiously waited

-and were constantly left wondering: would today be the day?

-then at 4:40 of the first period, with assists from Kucherov and Point, Stamkos scored his 500th career goal

-you had shot up from your seat, your cheers lost in the symphony of cheers that were thousands strong

-yes, he had scored on their Canucks

-but this milestone had been one the entire league had been waiting for

-and they got to be a part of it

-but Steven didn’t stop there

-and it did not surprise you 

-as he went on to score at 14:35 of the 1st period

-and then again at 18:25 into the empty net at the end of the third period

-by the time the clock had his 0:00 your phone was brought to life with notifications

-every preexisting appointment you had held for that night had been cancelled by Stamkos’ wife

-and it had been replaced with an evening devoted to the celebration of Stamko’s great accomplishment

-abandoning the suite you moved through Rogers Arena until you were in the locker room with your camera in hand

-you did have some work to do

-but the moment you were done and the room calmed to nothing more than half-dressed men celebrating with cold cans of Bud Light, Stamkos found you

-he hoisted you up effortlessly, holding you up in celebration as if you were a trophy

-you wound your legs around his middle, your skirt sliding dangerously high on your thigh

-Steven found it to be an invitation for his hands

-and they slipped up the fabric until he had two handfuls of your ass

-the boys celebrated there

-with laughs and smiles even as you were lowered back down to the ground and given a beer yourself

-but Stamkos didn’t take his eyes off you the entire time

-his eyes filled with hunger as you both knew that the hotel room was where the real celebration would happen

-back in your room you move to a special bag that was prepared for you by the captain’s wife

-you unpacked it slowly all while Stamkos watched and waited from where he was on the bed in nothing but a towel from his post-game shower

-you dressed in the special lingerie she had packed for you

-discarding the tags into the trash before you sprayed the perfume she had picked out for you into your pulse points

-then, you reached up behind your neck to remove the paper plane necklace

-it had a habit of getting tangled in your hair during your appointments

-but before you could take it off you could feel the warmth of Steven’s body against your back

-he’s leaning in, placing a sweet kiss on your neck as his fingers took hold of the dainty chain

-“leave it on”

-was his simple request as he tugged the necklace tight around your neck

-the pressure leaves you holding your breath as you turn in place and come face-to-face with the captain

-your lips part in an uneven breath

-one that is consumed by the Captain's intoxicating kiss as he backed you up into the hotel room dresser

-his hands are almost rough on your body as you were trapped between him and the dresser

-the wood firm and hard against the small of your back

-and his body was soft and warm as his hands as he stroked over the lingerie

-wrinkling it under his touch desperately

-then he’s lifting you up by your waist

-and placing you on the dresser

-his hand parts your knees with a shove

-and he finds his place between your legs

-fingers stroke over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh

-and he nearly growled when he realized that his wife had packed you lingerie that was crotchless

-with his thumbs, he spread your cunt slowly

-stroking from core to clit before circling it almost roughly

-and he did this over and over

-until you left his fingers slick with arousal

-then, he dropped to his knees

-pulling you to the very edge of the dresser so he could taste you on his tongue

-it was enough to leave you squirming

-his arms coming up to wrap around your thigh to keep you still as he dipped his tongue into your core

-he did not stop until your legs were quivering and you were left to lean back against the cold glass of the mirror on the wall 

-it was then you were left void of him

-and you thought that maybe, just maybe he was done with you

-as he left you on the very edge of your pleasure

-but you were wrong

-through eyes heavy with the threat of pleasure you watched as he found his place between your lefts and plunged inside you

-the feeling of his cock suddenly inside you left you moaning

-you head thrown back to rest against the mirror

-it only took a few steady plunges to bring you to the edge thanks to the work of his fingers and his tongue

-and you were left to moan out “captain” as you knit your fingers in his hair and came around his cock

-Stamkos fucked you through your climax

-your please coaxing him closer and closer to his own

-but you were sensitive

-weak after your own climax

-so he withdrew himself from you slowly and guided you off the dresser and onto your knees

-you took him into your mouth

-your hands bracing yourself on each of his strong thighs as you sucked him off

-desperate to make him cum

-and when he did cum he did cum into your mouth

-instead, he drew out of your mouth and let his hand do the rest of the work

-sending his release over your face, chest, and lingerie

-the two of you were left panting, smiling as you calmed and moved through the room individually to get cleaned up

-and when you both were finished, you met Stamkos back in the bed

-you crawled up the length of it slowly

-your body coming to hover over him

-it was when you reached his chest you smiled and spoke

-“congratulations captain on goal 500”

-you kissed his chest

-“goal 501”

-you kissed him again

-“and goal 502”

-then, you kissed his chest a third time before settling in beside him for a well-earned good night's sleep

#Steven Stamkos #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #hockey rpf #nhl rpf #;;300

[hobaworld7]

JHS • Depressive episode (TW)

TW: Depression - Mention of self-harm - Panic attack

BTS don't belong to me. It's just an imagine.

Don't read if your sensible to the subject mention.

Hope you'll enjoy the imagine and please stay nice in the comment, i'm just a baby army!

_ _ _

You were not doing great, in fact, you were miserable. You just broke up with your boyfriend from 3 years because he cheated and on top of that, all that pain cause you to fail your semester. So needless to say that you were a mess since then. 

You spend your days and night in your bed, barely eating and showering once every few days. Your body felt like it was carrying the world. It was so heavy, you couldn't move. Just cry, over and over again. Wondering how you were still alive. And still have water in your body.

On his side, Hoseok was busy practicing new choreographies with his team. His new album was just released so he was really busy with all the marketing around it. He was still worried for you, his best friend since too many years to count. He was trying to call and text you every time he gets the chance but you wouldn't answer. And it makes him worried more since today would've been your 3 years anniversary with the asshole. So today he decided to leave early and go see how you were doing. 

It's been a month, since he broke up and today would've been your three years anniversary. You were tired of being here. In this apartment you once shared with him. Everything around you felt strange. You were a ghost. Not feeling anything except the pain in your heart. Why do people can still live like nothing happen when your world fell apart? 

 It was 2pm when you got out of bed, your stomach screaming for some good food. You walk to your pantry just to see it almost empty. Same for the fridge. You let out a big sigh and fall on the couch. Almost crying because there is no food in your apartment. You grab your cellphone so you can order something to eat. After putting in your credit card information you just had to wait until it gets delivered. 

When Hoseok arrive at the entrance of your building he saw a delivery guy with some food from your favorite restaurant. 

-Ya, mister! Is it for Y/N, apartment 501?  

The delivery guy turns toward Hoseok and give him your order after confirming he knows you. He got in the elevator and select the 5. Once in front of your door, he knock slowly two times.

It's been almost thirty minutes since you order your food, you were still on the couch, contemplating the state of your place. Clothes were everywhere, dishes all over the countertop and your hair in a messy bun. The only piece of clothes were your ex's shirt and some short. You painfully get up of the couch once you heard the knock on the door. Without even looking, excepting to see the delivery guy, you open the door. You close it in a loud bang once you realized your best friend was on the other side. 

- YAH HOSEOK. WHY DO YOU COME HERE UNANNOUNCED? 

- Y/N, i'm worried about you, I haven't seen you in a month. 

- Please leave. Take the food with you i don't care. But I really don't want to see you right now. 

And here we go again, the tears were running down you cheeks. You were so embarrassed. 

- Let me in, please. 

- No. 

- Y/N, I have a key, so if you don't open the door, I'll use it. 

- It's a mess here. 

- It's okay, i'll clean for you. 

- I'm a mess. You say, hoping he'll leave now. 

- It's okay, i'll hug you until you feel better. Now let me in. 

With your teary face, you slowly open the door. He enters your apartment and put the bags on the floor. He doesn't say a thing. You don't say a thing. But when he opens his arms, you run in them. You body shaking for you tears, you press your face into his chest. His hand stroking your hair. 

- I'm here and i am not leaving you okay Y/N? You're too good to cry over this asshole again. 

Hoseok brushes the hair out of your face and with his index, gently lift your face so you look at him.  With his thumbs he started whipping off your tears. 

- Why don't you go take a shower? I'll cook diner and clean a little okay? And throw that shirt in the garbage okay? I'll give you one of mine.

You let out a little laugh and go to the bathroom. You start the shower and get out of your clothes. Once you're in the shower, you sit in the tub and just start taking deep breath. It was too much emotions. Why does he have to come here and rescue you like he's a prince or something? The boy you love left you, you failed your semester and then your best friend sees you in your worst shape? Life was really mean to you. 

Hoseok had clean you kitchen and living room and now was cooking some ramen for you. Simple but comforting. When he realized it's been more than 35 minutes since you got in the shower, he was a little worried. He knock on the bathroom door and open it. 

- Y/N, you're okay? 

He heard you crying behind the bathroom curtain. 

- Hey i'm here, talk to me okay? Are you alright? 

- Hobi... 

He could hear all your pain just in the way you said his name. 

- I'm not.. I'm not okay.. I can't breath.. Ev-Everything hur- Hurt so much. 

- We'll get you out of here okay, can i open the curtain? 

- Yes.. 

You were all curl up in the tub, the hot water burning your skin. Hobi turn off the water and put a warm towel around you. 

- I don't know what to do Hobi.. I, I just hurt all the time. I can't take it. I'm tired to feel like this. These thoughts all inside my head. Telling me of how big of a failure i am. I.. I wanted to hurt myself Hobi.. I'm.. I'm not okay. I don't know what to do.. 

You felt your breathing becoming harder and harder. You were shaking and struggling to get air in your lunges. Hoseok put one arm under your knee and one behind your back so he can lift you up of the bathroom floor. He makes sure that you stay covered with the towel before bringing you in the living room. He sat on the couch, keeping you in his arms like a princess. You buried your face in his neck, trying to get control over your breathing. 

- Okay pretty, take some slow breath okay. You got this. There is no danger. I'm here. You're safe with me. 

He was slowly taking deep breaths, encouraging you to do the same. He was still holding you in his arms, your face buried in his neck and his hand slowly stroking your hair back. 

- Don't leave me.. 

- I'm never leaving you Y/N. 

He kiss the top of your head. 

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