#why does chrome hate me so?

[honestlyvan]

The main feature apps like this offer are QOL improvements like different layouts, fonts, reading statistics and timers, and the aforementioned download features that are already a part of Ao3.

And if you want to use an app for those features -- honestly, I don't see why not? But be aware that Ao3 supports user-created skins that can look like literally anything you want (and although you do have to know enough CSS to make a theme yourself, lots of fans out there make AO3 skins just for fun -- you just gotta talk to one of them to ask how to make the changes you'd prefer and most likely they're happy to help out) and there are userscripts that act as site extensions that provide all those features and more (with, again, people actively developing them that you can ask help from to write your own if you don't like any of the ones available)

If you don't want the hassle of finding this stuff out or talking to people to ask for these features, you do you I guess. But don't ever pay money for one of these apps, no matter what it does. If it's showing you adds, if it's asking you to buy it, DO NOT, they're asking you to pay for features other fans have already provided for free through other methods.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

WHO IS USING THIS

AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

[rikiszn]

TOKYO DRIFT — nsh.r

⋆˙⟡ SYNOPSIS: You’re new to the underground scene. No one expects much from you—until you leave one of the top racers in your dust. Nishimura Riki isn’t just pissed. He’s obsessed. Who the hell are you? Why do you drive like you’ve got nothing to lose? And why the fuck does he like it?

FEAT. racer!niki x f!reader

⋆˙⟡ GENRE: illegal street racing au, suggestive, angst, jealousy, obsession, possession, steamy tension, a lot of making out

⋆˙⟡ THEMES: rivals w benefits (?) to lovers, he’s cocky, reckless, a legend in the circuit you’re his biggest rival… and maybe his biggest weakness. cars, danger, late night drives, stolen kisses, almost-deaths and a slow, inevitable descent into need

No one knows your name.

Not yet.

You pull into the abandoned lot just after midnight, music low, engine purring like it’s daring someone to test it. The scene’s already packed—smoke curling into the humid summer air, bodies moving around sleek chrome and matte black hoods, engines humming with that familiar, dangerous rhythm.

Eyes follow you as you step out.

Too pretty to be taken seriously. Too quiet to be a threat.

Perfect.

You lean against your car, crossing your arms, and wait.

The circuit’s king doesn’t arrive until twenty minutes later.

You know who he is the second he shows up.

Black ‘99 Skyline. Low-slung. Fast. Loud.

When it cuts into the lot, the entire scene shifts. Guys straighten. Girls flip their hair. Someone whispers, “That’s Riki.”

And then he steps out. Casual. Careless.

Leather jacket sliding off one shoulder. Black tank hugging his lean frame. Jaw sharp, lip curled like he already owns the place.

He glances around.

And then—

His eyes land on you.

Slow blink. Head tilt. The faintest smirk.

You don’t look away.

Neither does he.

“You new?” he asks, stepping up to you like he’s checking out the latest toy in the lot.

You shrug. “Something like that.”

His eyes drop to your car—sleek, tuned, not flashy, but fast. You can see it in his expression.

He’s curious.

But more than that?

He’s irritated.

He hates not knowing.

“I’m Riki,” he says. “Most people here lose to me.”

“Most people suck,” you reply, sweetly.

His brows raise. A low laugh leaves his throat.

And then—he steps closer, so close you smell the faint smoke and citrus on his jacket. “You any good?”

“I’m better.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re lined up at the start.

You in your car. Him in his. The track’s a short sprint—one of the tighter setups, pure chaos in the curves.

He rolls his window down, glancing over at you with a lazy grin.

“Try not to cry when I leave you in the dust, sweetheart.”

You flash a smile right back. “You gonna kiss me if I win?”

He blinks.

You wink.

And then the light flashes green.

You eat the track alive.

He’s fast. Sure. Slippery in the turns. Clean with the shift.

But you’re sharper.

More ruthless.

You cut him off in the second drift and don’t look back.

When you cross the finish line, there’s a beat of stunned silence.

Then the crowd erupts.

Some guys laugh. Others shout. Money changes hands. And Riki?

Riki parks, cuts his engine, steps out slow.

He’s not smiling anymore.

You wait by your car, calm, heart still thudding from the rush.

He stops in front of you, jaw tight. “That was luck.”

“Nope,” you say. “That was skill. Try again sometime.”

For a second, it feels like he might say something cruel. Might spit something cocky, bitter, venomous.

But instead—

He grabs your waist and kisses you.

Hot. Rough. Dangerous.

One hand still gripping his helmet, the other dragging you forward, mouths crashing, teeth clashing, lips bruising like he hates that he wants this. Like he’s punishing you for being better.

You’re breathless when he pulls back, eyes dazed.

He leans in, voice low.

“Let’s see how long you last in my world, princess.”

Then he’s gone. Smoke trailing behind his boots as he disappears into the crowd.

And just like that?

You’re not anonymous anymore.

You’re the girl who beat Riki.

And he’s the boy who kissed you like he wanted to ruin you.

It’s been three days since the race.

Three days since you left Riki at the finish line, lips bruised from his kiss, heart pounding like an engine in your chest.

You haven’t seen him since.

But you feel him everywhere.

Eyes burning into the back of your skull during tune-ups. Silence that stretches just a little too long when people mention his name around you. Like they’re waiting for the explosion.

You just smirk and keep working.

If he wants revenge? He’ll have to earn it.

The garage is nearly empty when the door slams open.

You don’t even look up.

You know it’s him.

Riki strides in like the whole place belongs to him. No jacket tonight—just a sleeveless shirt, veins in his arms tense, jaw locked, silver chain bouncing lightly against his collarbone as he stops in front of you.

“You think you’re funny?”

You wipe your hands on a rag. “Sometimes.”

“You embarrassed me.”

“No,” you say, meeting his glare with a smirk. “You embarrassed yourself. I just drove better.”

He steps closer, inches away now.

You don’t move.

“You’ve got a mouth,” he mutters.

“You’ve got an ego problem,” you shoot back.

His jaw tightens.

Then—his hand slams on the worktable behind you, making the tools rattle.

You don’t even flinch.

“Does this scare you?” he asks, low and dangerous.

You tilt your head. “You think you scare me?”

His other hand grabs your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek in a way that’s far too intimate for how hard his grip is.

“You fucking should be.”

You stare at him.

Then—softly—you smirk.

“Then why are you breathing so hard, Riki?”

His pupils blow wide.

He looks like he’s going to kiss you again.

But he doesn’t.

He lets go like your skin burned him.

“You racing tonight or not?” he mutters.

You shrug. “Are you?”

He turns away, jaw clenching, running a hand through his hair. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”

You hop off the table, grabbing your keys.

“Then I guess you better keep up.”

The race isn’t in the lot this time.

It’s in the hills.

Wider curves. Higher stakes. More ways to crash and burn.

You line up beside him—same setup, same crowd, same tension burning hot under your skin.

He won’t look at you.

You roll down your window. “Nervous, Riki?”

His knuckles flex on the wheel.

“No,” he mutters. “Just focused.”

“On what?”

He glances over.

On you.

This race is brutal.

He’s more aggressive than last time—cutting you off, swerving just close enough to scare you. But you don’t back down. You press harder, faster, nearly scrape your car against his just to prove you won’t fold.

It’s war.

And when you take the final corner, neck and neck, tires screaming, headlights blending—

You both cross the line.

A tie.

Neither of you slows down.

He follows you off the track.

Engine cuts. The silence between you explodes.

You slam your door.

“So that’s how you drive now?” you yell. “Trying to run me off the road?”

He’s already storming toward you.

“You wanted me to take it easy? Should I have let you win again?”

“You’re out of control.”

He grabs your wrist. “You’re the one who got in my head.”

Your breath catches.

“You kissed me first,” you whisper.

“You kissed me back.”

The air is thick.

Then—without thinking—he pushes you against your car.

Hands on your hips. Nose brushing yours. Breath mingling. He’s shaking.

And so are you.

“You drive like you’ve got nothing to lose,” he whispers.

“I don’t.”

He leans in. So close. So angry. So desperate.

“Let me ruin you,” he says. You kiss him.

Hard. Messy. Teeth and tongue. Like it’s another race. Another win to steal.

He groans into your mouth.

And then pulls back. Eyes wild.

“This is gonna get ugly.”

You wipe your lips with the back of your hand.

“Then bring it on.”

You shouldn’t have kissed him.

You tell yourself that all night, all morning, even while you’re tuning your car.

But your fingers are shaking.

Because now?

Everything feels different.

Riki’s everywhere.

You see him in the corner of every race. Hear him in every engine growl. Feel him in every lingering look across the lot. And it’s not soft. It’s not romantic. It’s that blood-hot, pulse-pounding kind of want that scrapes your ribs raw.

And what’s worse?

He won’t stop playing with you.

“Look who’s still walking,” he mutters, falling into step beside you in the pit lot that night. “Thought I’d wrecked you harder.”

“Wreck me?” you laugh, not slowing your pace. “You kissed me.”

He smirks. “Same difference.”

You spin to face him. “You kissed me like you were starving.”

His eyes flash.

“You kissed me like you were gonna cry if I stopped.”

Your mouth drops open. “You’re delusional.”

“And you’re blushing.”

You shove past him, furious.

But he follows.

Ten minutes later, you’re both pressed up against a concrete wall near the back of the garage—barely speaking, breath shallow, the air around you burning.

“You’re always running your mouth,” you growl, fists balled in his shirt.

“And you’re always pretending you don’t want me,” he snaps back, hand fisting in your jacket, teeth bared.

You’re so close. Too close. But you refuse to give in again. You’re not going to let him win.

So instead?

You smirk.

“Let’s make a bet.”

His brows lift.

You lean in, whispering, “Next race. No rules. One lap. Winner gets anything they want.”

Riki freezes.

Then—slowly—his eyes narrow. “Anything?”

“Anything,” you repeat. “Think you can handle that?”

He leans even closer, mouth brushing your ear.

“I don’t think you can.”

You don’t sleep that night.

Neither does he.

The next evening, the crowd’s buzzing before you even show up. Everyone’s heard. Everyone’s betting. You and Riki are front page gossip now.

You line up at the start—no music, no distractions, just him in the car beside you, eyes dark, lips parted, knuckles white on the wheel.

You don’t speak.

Neither of you smiles.

This race isn’t for respect.

It’s for ownership.

You drive like your life depends on it.

And Riki?

He drives like he’s trying to outrun his own obsession.

The curves are tight. The asphalt’s slick. The adrenaline’s poison in your veins.

At one point, your cars are side by side—so close his mirror nearly clips yours—and you glance over.

He’s staring straight at you.

And smirking.

You growl and slam on the gas.

You win by a breath.

Just barely.

The moment your tires squeal past the finish, you yank the handbrake and launch out of the car, chest heaving, sweat beading on your neck.

And he’s already there.

Storming toward you.

“Not bad,” he mutters, voice ragged.

“Pay up,” you pant.

“What do you want?”

You step into his space, heart pounding so loud it hurts.

“I want you to shut up,” you whisper. “For five seconds.”

He freezes.

And then—

You kiss him.

Hard. Rough. All tongue and teeth and hands in hair. There’s no sweetness. Just heat. Need. Desperation.

You pull back, lips swollen, breathless.

He looks wrecked.

“You still hate me?” you whisper.

Riki swallows hard. His voice cracks.

“More than ever.”

You lean in, teeth grazing his jaw.

“Then why are you shaking?”

He doesn’t answer.

Just grabs your wrist.

And pulls you straight into his car.

You don’t remember getting in the car.

One second you were pulling away from his mouth, breathless and cocky from your win, and the next?

His hand was on your wrist, dragging you inside.

Now you’re in the passenger seat, doors slammed shut, windows fogging up already, and Riki?

Riki’s staring at you like he’s about to do something unforgivable.

He’s not speaking.

Just breathing hard.

Like kissing you made him lose control of his whole damn body.

“You’re shaking,” you whisper.

He doesn’t deny it.

Just stares.

“You still mad I won?” you ask, smirking.

He leans in so fast you gasp.

His mouth brushes your jaw, slow. “I’m mad you didn’t kiss me like that before.”

Then—his hands grab your thighs, drag you into his lap, and you’re not even pretending to fight it.

Your lips crash again.

Messy. Loud. Desperate.

It’s not gentle—it’s all heat and friction, like you’re trying to erase the other. His tongue licks into your mouth like he owns it, his teeth scrape your bottom lip, and you moan into him without meaning to.

“You hate me,” you pant between kisses.

“I fucking do.” he growls, gripping your hips tighter.

“You want me.”

“I can’t stop,” he gasps, head falling back as your lips trail down his throat. “You’re making me insane.”

You suck a mark into the side of his neck and his hips buck up hard—too hard—grinding into you like he can’t hold back.

“Fuck—” he moans, shaky and flushed. “Keep doing that and I’m not gonna stop.”

You freeze.

Eyes meet.

His chest is rising fast. Your fingers are still tangled in his hair. Your heartbeat’s pounding in your ears.

“…Don’t,” you whisper.

He nods, jaw clenched, pulling back just enough to breathe. “Yeah. Okay.”

Neither of you moves.

His forehead drops against yours.

You can still taste him on your tongue.

You close your eyes.

“I don’t even like you,” you murmur.

Riki laughs—bitter, breathless. “Yeah? Then why are you still on my lap?”

Silence.

You hate this. You hate him.

But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t obsessed with the taste of his lips. The way he whispers your name like it hurts.

You pull back slowly. He doesn’t stop you.

Just watches you slide off him and back into your seat, still flushed, still panting.

You stare out the windshield.

“Don’t make bets you can’t win next time.”

His voice is quiet.

“You’re not gonna kiss me again?”

You glance at him.

Then grin.

“Make me.”

You shouldn’t want him.

You tell yourself that every night.

Nishimura Riki is cocky. Arrogant. Full of himself. Always smirking, always showing off like the whole world revolves around the roar of his engine and the sharpness of your tongue.

You hate that about him.

And he hates you for the exact same reasons.

You’re reckless. Sarcastic. Sharp. Unpredictable. You don’t flinch when he growls in your face, don’t fold under pressure, don’t look away even when he’s breathing down your neck.

You’re fire and gasoline, and he’s the match.

But tonight…

Tonight, it’s different.

The air tastes like sweat and adrenaline. Your hands are still shaking from the race. The engines have cooled, the streets are quiet, and the city lights blur behind you as you both sit on the hood of his car—sweaty, silent, too close.

Your leg brushes his.

You don’t move.

He doesn’t either.

“…It’s not just the kisses anymore,” he says suddenly, voice low.

You turn.

His eyes are already on you—tired, dark, surprisingly soft in a way that makes your stomach twist.

“It’s not?” you ask, pretending to be unaffected.

He shakes his head.

Then shrugs, voice barely a whisper.

“No. I fucking wish it was.”

Your breath catches.

He leans in, slow this time. Not like the angry post-race makeouts. Not like the rough tug of your collar or the bite of your lip.

This kiss?

It’s softer.

Gentle.

Like he’s scared of how much he wants it.

You freeze. Then melt. Fingers tangling in his hair, lips parting, letting him in.

He kisses you like he’s trying to undo all the things he’s done wrong. Like he’s still angry at the world but not at you—not tonight.

You pull back first. Just enough to breathe.

“…This is gonna ruin everything,” you whisper.

Riki’s eyes fall shut.

“I know.”

You stare at him.

“Then stop kissing me.”

He opens his eyes.

“Can’t.”

You’re standing near your car, wiping oil off your hands, jaw clenched, heart still aching from the last kiss. From the way he said he couldn’t stop.

Riki’s pacing across the lot, restless, agitated. Talking to Heeseung about car parts and lines and brakes, but you know he’s just trying not to look at you.

Because if he does—he’ll give in again.

And if you do—you’ll never walk away.

But then it happens.

A guy from a newer crew. One you’ve never seen before.

Tall. Cocky. Rotten grin. Leaning against his beat-up Supra like he’s waiting to be punched.

“You’re the one with the Evo, right?” he asks, eyes raking you head to toe.

You nod, wary.

He whistles. “Shame a girl with a body like yours wastes her nights on racing. I could think of better uses for those thighs.”

You go still.

He smirks. “Bet they’d look real nice wrapped around—”

CRACK.

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

Because Riki’s fist crashes straight into his jaw.

The guy stumbles back, blood dripping from his mouth, wide-eyed.

Riki doesn’t stop.

Grabs him by the collar. Slams him against his car. “Say that shit again. I dare you.”

“Riki—!” you try to pull him back, but he’s burning.

Unhinged.

The guy groans something inaudible, and Riki shoves him harder. “You think you can look at her like that? Talk to her like she’s just—what? A body?”

He throws another punch. Harder.

You finally yank his arm, shouting, “That’s enough!”

He freezes.

Breathing hard.

His knuckles are split.

The guy’s collapsed on the ground.

And everyone’s watching.

Later, after his crew take the guy and the lot starts to clear, Riki disappears. No one knows where he went.

But you find him.

In the garage. In the shadows. Hands on the edge of his car, head down, bleeding slightly.

“…You didn’t have to do that,” you whisper.

He doesn’t turn. “I did.”

Silence.

Your voice is quiet. “Why?”

He finally looks at you.

And for the first time tonight—he looks scared.

“…Because I care,” he says. “And it pisses me off. Every time someone looks at you like that. Every time you act like none of this means anything.”

Your heart stutters.

He steps closer. “It means everything to me.”

You shake your head. “No. No, Riki, we’re not—this isn’t who we are. We race. We fuck around. We ruin each other, we don’t—”

“Love?”

Silence.

He’s too close now.

His eyes flicker to your mouth.

And your chest aches because you’ve imagined it.

Not just the kissing.

Not just the fights.

But the mornings.

His hair messy on your pillow. His voice rough with sleep. Holding your hand when no one’s watching. Waking up next to him, sunlight instead of streetlights.

You didn’t want to imagine it.

But you did.

Every fucking night.

And now you’re tired.

Of pretending. Of running. Of lying.

You grab his hoodie. Push him against the wall.

“…Tell me you don’t want me,” you said, barely above a whisper.

He stared at you.

“Tell me.”

Silence.

Tell me you don’t want to kiss me again.

Tell me you haven’t thought about mornings, about quiet breakfasts, about holding me when I’m not gripping a steering wheel with blood under my nails.

Tell me this is just lust.

Just adrenaline.

Just the danger.

But he doesn’t say a word.

You shove him.

“Fucking say it!”

His hands shoot out, gripping your arms like you’ll vanish. “I can’t!”

Your throat tightens.

You knew it.

You knew it, but hearing it makes your legs weak.

“I can’t,” he says again, softer now. “I think about you all the time. When I race. When I sleep. When I’m losing. When I win. I’ve imagined you in my passenger seat for life, not just a lap.”

Tears sting the corners of your eyes. You blink them away.

He steps forward again.

“You keep saying we’re just chaos, but it doesn’t feel like that to me anymore.”

You look at him.

At the cut on his lip, the grease on his shirt, the fury in his jaw—and the quiet love in his eyes.

And finally, finally—

You kiss him.

Not fast. Not rough. Not like the others.

This time, it’s soft. Slow. Real.

He pulls you in, forehead resting on yours after, breath shaky.

“Stay,” he whispers. “Just for tonight.”

You nod.

But even as you lie next to him in the quiet dark of the garage’s back room, curled under a worn blanket, you both know—

This wasn’t just for tonight anymore.

It’s quiet in his room.

Just the soft thrum of rain outside, and the slow, uneven rhythm of his breath behind you.

You’re in one of his old shirts. Still smells like engine oil and sandalwood.

He’s curled against your back, arm around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

You should go. You always do.

After the high. After the kiss. After pretending this is just physical.

But tonight… you don’t move.

You stay.

And it terrifies you.

He speaks first.

Voice cracked. Barely audible.

“…What are we doing?”

You stare at the wall. “I don’t know.”

“This doesn’t feel like hate anymore.”

You close your eyes. “I know.”

He shifts, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades. “I don’t know what to do with this.”

You don’t either.

Because this isn’t part of the game. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You weren’t supposed to care.

The next night is chaos.

You’re both racing. Different heats. Same lot.

You’re watching his final round when it happens—he goes too fast.

Too sharp on the turn.

He overcorrects—

And slams into the barrier.

Your heart stops.

The crowd screams.

You run.

You don’t even feel the pavement under your feet.

Don’t feel the way your voice shreds as you shout his name.

You just see the smoke—

And his crumpled car.

You pull the door open with shaking hands.

He’s alive. Bleeding. Dazed. A stupid smile on his face at the sight of you.

You grab his face. “Are you fucking insane?! You could’ve died—”

“I know.”

“You idiot! What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I wasn’t,” he snaps. “Because every time I think, it’s you. It’s you, and it hurts, and I don’t know how to shut it off!”

You go still.

His hands shake when he tries to hold yours.

“I don’t want to be like this anymore.”

You blink. “What?”

“This mess,” he breathes. “This half-thing. Lust and anger and pretending we don’t give a shit. I’m tired.”

You swallow hard.

He’s trembling. Eyes glossy.

“I want more,” he says. “I want you. Not your body. Not your smart mouth. You.”

Your voice is hoarse. “Then say it.”

“I love you.”

Silence.

Racing doesn’t feel like freedom anymore.

But this?

This might.

You nod, tears stinging your eyes. “Then stop running.”

“I will,” he whispers. “If you stay.”

Later that night, in his bed, after he took care of his luckily fairly small injuries, he kisses you like he’s never kissed anyone before. No noise. No hurry. Just slow, breathless press of lips like you might fall apart if he stops.

He holds your hand while you lie there chest-to-chest.

And for once, there’s no fight left in either of you.

Just peace.

You haven’t been to the lot in weeks.

Your car’s under a cover now. Parked in your garage like it’s never known speed.

And Riki—

Riki still races.

You hear it in the way he calls you at 3AM, voice scratchy and breathless, asking if you’re awake.

You always are.

But tonight, you ignore the call.

Because every time you pick up, he sounds farther away.

He shows up at your door the next morning.

Smelling like gasoline and guilt.

Eyes tired.

Hands in his jacket pockets, like he’s trying not to reach for you.

“You weren’t there,” he says softly.

You cross your arms. “You said you were done.”

“I never said that.”

“You did,” you whisper. “In your own way.”

Silence.

He steps closer. “I’m trying.”

“No, you’re not.”

You hate how your voice breaks.

“I gave it up,” you say. “For this. For us. And you… you still choose the street every time.

“It’s all I’ve known.”

“I know that. But I’m not gonna wait around hoping you come back in one piece. Not anymore.”

He flinches. Looks away.

You step back, heart hammering. “Tell me something, Riki. When you’re racing—do you ever think about what you’d leave behind if you crashed again?”

He doesn’t answer.

You nod. “That’s what I thought.”

You close the door.

And it kills you.

Because he looked like he wanted to say everything.

He doesn’t race that night.

Or the next.

Or the one after that.

You find him at the garage on Friday.

Covered in grease. Sitting on the hood of your car.

Not his.

Yours.

“I tuned it,” he says, eyes on the floor. “New plugs. Brakes. Fluids. You haven’t driven her in weeks.”

You don’t speak.

He glances up. “I missed you.”

“Bullshit,” you say. But softer than before.

“I miss us,” he corrects. “Not the way we were. The way we could be.”

You look at him—

Really look.

There’s oil on his cheek. A healing bruise on his jaw. The black hoodie you always steal from him in the mornings.

And in his eyes—

Regret.

Something warm.

You step forward. “You’re scared.”

“So are you.”

“Yeah,” you admit.

“But I’d rather be scared with you,” he says, “than safe without you.”

Your breath hitches.

Then he reaches out—

Not to kiss you.

But to hand you the keys.

“You drive,” he says. “Anywhere. I’ll follow.”

You stare at him.

And for the first time,

There’s no streetlight.

No finish line.

No screaming crowd.

Just him.

You smile.

“Buckle up, asshole.”

He laughs, eyes lighting up. “Yes, ma’am.”

And as the engine purrs and the sun starts rising,

You know one thing for sure—

This time, you’re racing forward. Together.

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hello, 🚙anon here. Will be throwing a few ideas in separate asks.

Main cast boys (Ryusui, Senku, Tsukasa, Ukyo, Chrome, someone else?) and an s/o who is protective.

A jealous enemy or a nasty accident. We all know they will defend their s/o, but what will happen, if the reverse would have to occur?

hello 🚙 anon! I’m sorry that I’m slacking with all the requests but I tried to give it my all with this one! Pls enjoy💕

Ryusui, Senku, Tsukasa, Ukyo, and Chrome, with a protective s/o💘

Ryusui:

I would say Ryusui would be flattered to have a protective s/o

There was one day when you guys were building the Perseus and you overheard some people smack talking Ryusui 

“I bet that new guy Ryusui doesn’t care about saving anyone. I’m sure he’s just making us build this thing just so he can have one.”

Your head quickly perks up, eyeing the random npc who said that 

“Excuse me??” You say, “Ryusui would NEVER do something like that”

Now you’re all up in this guys face

“Don’t even think for a second that Ryusui is so selfish that he doesn’t care about anyone at all! He’s the kindest person in the world and don’t you ever forget that again!”

When Ryusui heard about your outburst he quickly finds you and throws himself all over you 

“My sweet y/n! Your words make me so happy I could eat you all up!” He says this as he’s tightly holding you and jokingly biting your cheek and kissing you all over your face 

But he gets serious 

“But you don’t have to worry about people’s words dear. As much as I appreciate you standing up for me I would hate if it got you into serious trouble trying to defend me. Words will always be words sweetheart, and you will always be my love<3”

Ryusui would hate it if you or someone started a fight just over some words said about him 

He couldn’t care less on how the world sees him good for you baby! As long as he’s seen with nothing but love in your eyes screw what everyone else has to say!

But let’s say when you guys get to America and Stanley’s doing what Stanley does best and shooting up a storm at all of you

You see Ryusui about to get hit as you push him to the ground and use your body as a shield 

At first Ryusui is flabbergasted 

He’s so used to you being so calm and collected and a tad bit goofy but now you’re all protective and defensive!

But Ryusui doesn’t sit back for too long because he pushes you back as well

You two probably keep doing this to each other until you both get hurt

It doesn’t really help anyone lol

If you get seriously injured protecting him then he’ll get so hard on himself but do his best to help you back to your normal self 

He might even distance himself from you when you’re all better because he thinks you might get hurt again :(

Senku

I don’t think Senku would notice and or care if you were protective of him or not

When you were hearing some of the villagers smack talking about him because of all the work that he gives them

You of course talk back, saying how Senku’s the reason why the village is so safe and how all these cool inventions are being made so they better shut their mouth or you’re just gonna hafta-

“Y/n! What the hell are you doing?? Those bolts were supposed to be done 10 minutes ago!!!”

Senku just appears out of nowhere to scold you lol 

You try to explain yourself, saying that some guy was insulting him, and bro does not gaf 💀

“Ok???? Who cares??? Pls just get your work done!!!”

You’re kinda hurt thats that was his reaction 

But as you’re walking away…!!!

“But…thanks anyway y/n. Just don’t waste your breath on me.”

You can see his red ears from the corner of your eye and now everything’s all better!

Now as for physically protecting him, it doesn’t happen a lot cause he’s always thinking about how to do things scientifically, but when Stanley shoots at Senku and you push him out of the way only for you to get hurt, he kinda blanks for a second 

But that second doesn’t last long at all because he quickly starts trying to help you, despite being in Stanley’s line of fire

After everything’s all said and done and you’re awake and recovering, he lets you have it

“What were you thinking???!!! That’s was a stupid idea for you to jump in front of a literal gunshot!!! What if you died Y/N???! What if you left me??!!!!”

Yeah he’s kinda mad at you for doing something so bold, but he’s more mad about the fact that despite having a plan, it won’t always work, and the result of that was you getting hurt

He blames himself for not acting fast enough

“I….im sorry Senku… I just didn’t want to see you hurt that’s all…”

That’s all he has to hear to hold you tight and start to cry in your hair

That’s when he says those rare 3 words

“I love you moron…don’t ever scare me like that again…”

Tsukasa

Don’t even try💀

At least don’t try to physically protect him

Like there’s literally no reason and/or way to 

He either one, saves you first

Or two, literally gets hit and is not affected at all

But if someone were stupid enough to smack talk him, you’d be the first one to go defend him

Someone’s still salty that he was busting down statues?

“You don’t know anything about that situation! Were you there when it happened??? Then you can’t say anything!!”

Someone’s jealous that he’s one of the most attractive men in this show?? Besides Ryusui ofc<3

“Don’t be mad Tsukasa’s gorgeous and you’re not! And it’s not his face that’s just gorgeous! It’s his beautiful soul too!”

No one really replies to you like for Ryusui or Senku’s case

No one wants to risk saying the wrong thing 

After all if they say the wrong thing Tsukasa will just destroy them☺️

Ukyo

If anyone has anything bad to say about Ukyo then they’re wrong Ukyo has probably, sadly, heard it 

His ears are able to hear pretty much anything so he’d be able to hear whatever bad things people had to say about him

But! He’s also able to hear you defend him

“Ukyo’s the most important general!” You say to some random hater, “his insight is more than valuable! So don’t ever say anything like that about him again!”

He can’t help but smile to himself and Senku gets weirded out at his sudden change in behavior 

Ukyo won’t really say anything about it, you’ll just be met with a soft kiss or a million I love yous

If you were to physically protect him then I think he might crash out 😶

When you push him out of the way of an attack, he can hear the pain in your voice, and it just breaks him

Immediately tends to you, doesn’t matter if hes still in the line of fire or he has wounds of his own

He scolds you when you wake up, but not as fiercely as Senku 

It’s just a soft, tearful “what were you thinking? You could’ve seriously got hurt… well I mean look at you… please never scare me like that again…”

He’s definitely got more of an eye on you after that 

Chrome:

Chrome has always been called weird for his “sorcery” 

But anyone who calls him that now is gonna get a long lecture from his s/o

“Chrome actually uses nothing but science and is actually helping the kingdom of science out a lot so you should watch the way you talk!!”

He appreciates this more than he lets on

He’ll probably give you a, “it’s not that big of a deal y/n” and walk away but he actually is really happy

If you seen One Piece, you know how chopper will be saying not to praise him but act all giddy anyway?

Yeah that’s Chrome

As for physical protection? He’s actually flabbergasted

Like buddy did not know you were capable of such strength 

But if you were to get seriously hurt then he’d start panicking real fast

Suika’s gonna have to calm him down while Senku or someone starts tending to your wounds but quickly jumps in and tries to help

Gets all teary eyed when you’re better saying things along the lines of “you really scared me” or “don’t do anything so rash next time!”

[interfated]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Im sorry baby ! . . . ( 西村力 )

— pairing: 西村力 x reader — contains: Fighting, mean ki, angst — now playing: 一子青葉

Sitting on your boyfriend's bedroom floor holding back tears wasn't entirely how you wanted to spend your Friday night.

This fight was stupid, you both knew it and yet it still happened. Granted of course couples fight, it's just what happens. But never has Riki yelled at you like that, over something that wasn't even your fault.

"Riki please, I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong."

"I get that, but I've already told you it doesn't matter. Why do you always have to be so damn clingy all the time." Anger laced his voice

"It does matter Niki. It matters when it's hurting you."

"Don't call me that damnit." Using his nickname struck a chord with him. He hated it when you used his nickname. It felt more intimate when you called him Riki or Ki. No one else did, everyone else called him Niki so using his real name and not his stage name felt so good, refreshing almost.

He left the room without saying any more, slamming the door harder than he wanted to.

And now you were left alone on his bedroom floor in his chrome hearts hoodie.

You knew he wasn't in the right headspace, he was tired and stressed. You knew that but you couldn't do anything about it until he talked to you, until he said asked you to help. Riki's never been super open about his feelings but you'd always get him to open up eventually. He's never held them back this much before.

Eventually, you decided to check on him. You wanted to follow him originally but thought he needed space so you left him alone.

You opened the door slowly, peeking your head out first. He was sitting on the couch with his legs up and his head in his hands, pressing up against his eyes, his brows were furrowed, almost as if he was crying. TV was so loud, he hadn't noticed the door opening so you continued. Slowly closing the door behind you, walking up to the corner where the hallway and living space meet.

"Ki?" Hoping the use of the sweet nickname would keep him from getting angry again.

He didn't answer but instead just looked up at you, eyes wet, cheeks pink, lips red and puffy. You were right, he was crying.

Crying wasn't something Riki did, the only times you saw him cry was when he was missing his family, or overly stressed, and you were the same. Tears just never came easy for you, it's something you've been ridiculed for. Being called "Cold" or "Emotionless" was something you became used to, but seeing Riki cry made tears well up in your eyes. You choked them back and went to sit next to him.

He didn't spare you a glance, still spacing off.

You felt so bad. A sinking feeling forms in your stomach. You contemplated just leaving but realistically that wouldn't help anything. Instead, you sat there, contemplating what you would say.

"I'm sorry Ki"

"Stop." He still sounded angry, your stomach churning as you frown slightly.

A short silence, then he follows up with "You have nothing to be sorry for." He felt so guilty. He knew it wasn't your fault he feels like shit, it wasn't your fault he was stressed and overworked but he still took it out on you.

"I made you upset though, I didn't mean to I swear" You sounded so defeated, almost like a child after getting scolded. His heart broke into a million pieces hearing you blame yourself for his outburst. "No no this isn't your fault. I promise it's not you" He finally looked at you. His usual blank gaze transformed into what looked like a puppy dog. His eyes were still wet and brows furrowed with worry and guilt.

You looked back at him with tears welling, he didn't understand how he could treat you, the love of his life, the way he did.

After the dreadful silence, you decided you'd just leave. You didn't want to but the pain of seeing him like this was too much, especially when you couldn't help him.

Riki grabbed your arm, with pleading eyes screaming for you not to go, whether he said it or not. "Where are you going?"

"I was gonna give you space."

He sits on the couch properly and hugs your waist. "Please don't go" His voice was wobbly and quiet "Ki..."

"Please, baby. I love you so much and I promise I'll show it properly." You start to run your hands through his hair, massaging the nape of his neck.

"And I'll make it up to you too. It wasn't" He choked on his words "It wasn't right for me to take my stress out on you. You're perfect and you're the only thing that makes me feel right. Please don't leave."

You've never seen him so needy, so clingy. He always clung to you but this is different. He sounded desperate for you. Like he'd die if you walked away "I'm not gonna leave Ki."

He gripped onto your waist tighter "But, I'm your girlfriend Ki. If you're hurting you can tell me... I know work is busy. I know they're overworking you but next just talk to me. Please baby, I love you, and seeing you like this sucks." You move one of your hands to his bicep and start rubbing circles with your thumb, his muscles were sore from dance practice.

"I care about you, and I don't want to fight with you. Especially over this."

"I know, I'll tell you next time. Okay? I'll tell you everything that's going on. I promise" He lifted the sweatshirt you were wearing a little, wearing nothing under, he kissed the side of your stomach.

"Thank you, baby."

He mumbles a small, sleepy "Of course..." while he's still kissing the side of your stomach.

"Let's go to sleep, baby." You say while slightly pushing his head away from your stomach "Mmm okay" He picks you up, burying his head in your neck as he walks to his room.

He lays you down on the bed, laying on top of you, cuddling into you like a little baby. He would never admit it but he loved it when you baby-ied him. Sure in front of the other members, he'd hate it but when you guys are alone and he gets to just be lovey and cheesy, it means so much to him.

"I love you, Ki, so much" When he didn't respond you lifted his hair up to see him just to realize he had already fallen asleep.

Whenever he cries he usually falls asleep in your arms within minutes so this was nothing new.

You kissed his head, while still playing with his hair. You fall asleep in his arms, and at the end of the night, you care for Riki so much and only want the best for him. Fights are going to happen. It's inevitable, but luckily for you, Riki always knew how to make things better, how to make you feel better, he loves you so much, and he'd do anything for you.

-

The next day after school you walk into the house after Riki walks you home just to see a huge container of Smiski blind boxes and flowers on the counter, with a note saying "I love you, baby :)"

You could never stay mad at him

@ featki

Note: This was kinda rushed and not proofread... sorryyyy !! Been thinking ab this for awhile so wanted to write it. ALSO Niki kissing your stomach is NOT meant to be taken in a suggestive way at all. It's cute so don't take it weirdly.

[robolvrr]

iron throne. ✧✷✯

starscream x gn! human reader

two souls collide. starscream treats you in ways you should hate.

warnings: explicit. degradation. dom/sub dynamics.

you don't know how you keep ending up in this position.

this uncomfortable, delicious and desperate position. you are a speck in the universe. a nudge and ghostly apparition to beings that walk among your kind and loom over the world like gods.

you aren't anything to him. he claims that plenty.

so again - just why are you here?

"please, please-", a nasty gurgle of spit mixed to a whine, the pleas end when polished digits pinch your tongue. instead, you squeak, trying not to move as the confines of flexibility start to burn.

the other large, slender hand, metal and enclosed like an iron fist, grips the hair at your scalp. it exposes your throat in a disgusting way that makes every gulp visible.

it should not make your stomach flip, nor should the sneer proud on his handsome face.

"please what? please go faster? harder? stop altogether? i grow tired of your kind. as if any of your demands hold importance."

every word is a punch. a blow, internal, as he shoves the apparatus between his legs crudely into you. he has the option to lubricate, though chooses not to.

because he knows you're filthy. he knows your flesh, velvet holes do that all on their own and that you are always needy, even if it means some sting with the stretch.

still pinching the pink of your lolling tongue, he thinks he hears a muffled admittance of hatred. of course, that just means he goes a little deeper.

you shudder. he spits on you. it shouldn't feel good.

"you know, when my master takes over this shoddy rock. and our flags fly high in the skies - i will take you. you'll be mine. on my throne. in my lap, every morn, every evening. i used to wonder just what humanity could provide."

he's being awful. you know he's steadied his vocalizer, not giving the grunts, ragged huffs and downright out of character whines because you messed up earlier. you are missing out on how he begs when you really rile him up.

the moment he lets both of his servos grapple your body, you practically sob.

"s-starscream! please, please, i wanna. please tell me i'm still yours. i promise to not misbehave!"

he watches you like a hawk. your predatory bird. your shining demon in chrome and crimson.

does his spark stutter? surely not. instead, he smacks your behind hard that the bruise blooms swiftly. a yowl forces sniveling shrieks to sputter.

in a way, this is therapeutic for him. he despises organics, even though he likes to see the flighty beings cascade and dip in sunsets, sit in the silence of caverns where his pedes don't sink and get dirt on his plating.

lazily, starscream regards the dulcet mewl of his designation. of course. always clawing for attention.

like looking in a mirror.

so, he indulged. his spike finds a spot you've never played with and you keen, beautiful pearls of tears smearing down your cheeks.

intrigued, he uses his handle on your hips to use your entire weight to slam down on him, leaving you breathless and drooling.

disgusting. disgusting, disgusting, oh he should kill you now. squeeze you until you pop.

you'd beg for it too. degenerate.

"say it."

thoughts jump around, fumbling for the right response. it's impossible. he's glaring, hot and brutal. he won't let your nasty hands grab at his chassis. his wings are marvelous.

he tastes your sweat.

"lord. lord starscream. i.. i am yours, my liege."

"h... again."

"i'myours! all.. guh, ah, ahhnnn, yours! my liege! i'm gonna.. so close—"

he doesn't stop. he goes rougher and you know you'll be dizzy, passed out by the time he releases.

it won't be any time soon. not with how he bares his teeth, ready to tear you apart.

robolvrr 2024.

winkwonk. very hornee thoughts on the dash.

[hoe-days]

The mini pockets kissing s/o right in front of the five wise generals, just to piss them off lmao

HA

Pocket Senku does it when Og Senku pisses him off😭

Senku was working on a project while Pocket Senku watched and gave commentary. (Which was him repeating the three words he can say) S/O sat at their own workplace doing their own thing.

Things would be going fine until Pocket Senku started to argue with him. He would point at something Senku did and make a face.

“Getexcitedtenbillion-“

He’d climb and undo a small wire.

“Hey- I don’t mind the commentary but don’t try to correct me.”

Then Senku puts him on the floor.

PS runs up to S/O and taps them, wanting to be picked up. Then we get charming Pocket Senku.

“Senku what’d you do to him, you hurt his feelings.”

“Huh? I’m sure he’s fine. He-”

When he looks up he sees his S/O holding PS and giving him kisses on the face all while PS stares back with a smug expression.

“Oh you’re good.”

——

Pocket Gen just likes the attention. He’s always giving S/O flower petals and kissing their fingers. He’d get upset when OG Gen gets in the way of his pampering and drops of cola.

Gen would be talking to S/O and Pocket Gen would run up and yell.

“Errible-tay!!”

They would look down at him and he’d be holding his cheek.

“Errible-tay, errible-tay!”

S/O bends down and picks him up.

“Aww did someone hit you?”

He nods and taps his cheek.

“You want a kiss?”

“For-eelray.”

They chuckle and give him a kiss on the cheek(which is almost his whole head) and he turns and gives them one back before looking at Gen and smiling.

“S/O he’s totally looking at me weird!”

“No he’s not! He’s the sweetest thing.”

——

Pocket Ryusui is always kissing S/O, mostly on their fingers in an attempt to court them. Ryusui never minded it until he found out Pocket Ryusui can get big. He walks in and sees S/O laying in bed with PR and his fancy pillow set up beside them as they listen to him babble on.

“I have no clue what he’s saying, but he’s so cute.”

“Uh huh…”

Ryusui narrows his eyes at PR as he watches him talk and pat S/O’s face.

“I desire!”

PR leans over and kisses S/O on the face and makes himself comfortable lying between their chin and neck. Ryusui would say it’s innocent if the little turd didn’t look right at him before giving S/O another kiss.

——

Ukyo has no problem with Pocket Uki being affectionate with his S/O, he sorta sees him as an extension of himself. But it does become a bit much when it gets in between him and S/O. It seems like every time he wants to kiss S/O his doppelgänger is there to get in the way. It’s gotten to the point where he’ll climb between their kisses.

Ukyo sits and looks at Pocket Uky and sighs.

“What is with you, little guy? You keep getting in between me and S/O.”

“Did you hear that?”

Ukyo jumps and looks and Pocket Uky. He was moreso talking to himself and certainly didn’t expect him of all people to answer with a new phrase.

“What?”

“Hear that?”

Hear that??? What did he hear?

“Hear what? What did you hear?”

Pocket Uky turns away from him and crosses his arms. That’s when Ukyo realizes. A few days ago he was talking to Senku about his Mini Me, something about collecting data. Ukyo had shared some of his frustrations with having Pocket Uky around and he must have heard it.

“Hey I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Forgive me?”

“…hear that.”

——

Chrome hates it. Not his Mini Me, but what he does. Mini Chrome got into the habit of expecting a kiss every time he presents S/O with something. Chrome finds way cooler things and he doesn’t get a kiss every time. It’s even worse that Mini Chrome feels like he has to one up him all the time, so he always has shit eating smirk on his face when S/O gives him the kiss and praises him.

“It’s just a pebble, why are you congratulating him. It’s not even anything cool like iron.”

“It’s big for him though. He thinks it’s special, look how happy he looks.”

“Resources!”

Chrome narrows his eyes.

“It’s not that cool.”

[el4ise]

I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU | 리키

PAIRINGS. fwb!riki x reader

GENRE. angst, friends to ???

WARNINGS. swearing, kissing

SYNOPSIS. you didn't know being in a situationship was this complicated, especially when the person you're with it is your bestfriend.

SHO'S NOTE. inspired by my bae's ( @nishikio ) fic “It was never just fun” go check it out :]

YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED A LOVE LIFE, watching the cheesy couples act all lovey-dovey during the love month was an eyesore. only becuase you didn't have one of your own.

well, you kind of had one.

your bestfriend, riki. you wouldn't really call him your lover, it's not really official. you don't even remember how it happened. you both just flirted with one another and it flowed into.. whatever this is.

he'd buy you flowers, call you “baby” or “pretty”, take you out on dates, but he'd also ignore your texts, tease you too much, and just simply be a jerk.

you're lying if you said you didn't actually like him. you did, you really do. but it pains you that you don't even know if he does too, or all of this is just some fun to him.

and it doesn't help that he constantly gives you mixed signals.

KI : hello, pretty

: morning, riki :)

KI : you free after school?

: i think so, yeah. why?

KI : go to a party with me. I'll pick you up at 7.

: see you there <3

[ KI reacted '♡' to your message.]

great, a party. you enjoyed being in some, but you really didn't want to go in a party on the night of valentines, you're positive that the room will just be filled with your friends with their partners.

and well, you can't really call him that.

you spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready, putting on your silky red dress, and a plump pink lipstick. you kept your hair simply by just wearing it down. you made your way over to your living room, the sound of your velvety heels making contact with each step.

not long after your doorbell rang, you opened it as your eyes were met with rikis, his outfit simple yet still giving him the elegant look. his chrome hearts hoodie with his pants.

“good evening, gorgeous.”

you chuckled, “oh don't bait me with flattery. let's go,” he grinned as he took your hand and led you to his car as he drove you both to the party. as you expected, it was filled with lovebirds, some even kissing here and there. others are already wasted.

you both made your way to your friendgroup, they knew you and riki weren't just friends, but they were aware you weren't really something. the night went on with you and riki gulping down a few shots. you weren't much of a big drinker. you were starting to get tipsy.

you and riki were on the corner of the room, absentmindedly observing everyone dance and go out and about. you turned to riki, admiring his features. “you're s'handsome,” he chuckled at your giggly tone. “mmh you're just drunk, pretty.” he held your waist gently, just incase your legs begin to give out. “'m not, your lips are plump too.” you stared into them, the gap between you two ever so close.

fuck it. he pressed his lips onto yours, closing his eyes as he melted onto you, for the very first time. he pulled away slowly, realizing what he just did.

fuck, you've never kissed before. and he did it without your consent. this was you and him's first kiss too.

he wiped his lips, your strawberry flavored lippie still lingering within his.

as the night buried on more, he decided to drive you back home. and afterwards went home to his own apartment.

all he could think about was how wrong it was for him to kiss you. you were drunk, what if you didn't want that at all? plus, in you whole 'relationship' you've never kissed before. he doesn't even know if you truly like him or if this is just some no-strings-attached thing.

whatever it was, he knew the solution was to get rid of his feelings. he hated you, he hated your smile, he hated your laugh, he hated your voice. and most of all, he hated how he didn't even hate you one bit.

the day after that you went to school, looking for him. completely oblivious to what happened the previous night. the only recent memory that was left in your mind was you swallowing lots of alcohol.

you spotted him in his usual spot in the cafeteria, you approached him, but he simply gave you a cold look.

“soo, did you have fun last night?” he hummed. that's it. you sighed. this wasn't new. he would always be sweet & charming one moment, then the next it's like he doesn't want you at all. it annoyed you.

you thought it'd be a pattern, sweet then not, sweet then not. but to your surprise the next couple of days were silent. he didn't approach you, call you pretty, or give you any affection. you were curious. and a little hurt angry. did something happen that night? did you do something wrong?

you were going to talk to him but as you went to where you usually saw him, there he was, standing beside his locker with some girl clinging onto him. she looked at him with heart eyes. and he laughed, smiling with her.

that made your heart break into little pieces. yeah sure, he wasn't your boyfriend, but that 'moments' you have together mean nothing to him? were you really just a pawn?

you watched from afar as you clutched your jacket. you didn't even notice the tears in your eyes. why was he so important to you? worst of all, why him?

you went home that day with a heavy heart pounding in your chest. you barely got any sleep. your mind occupied with the memory of him with that girl.

it shouldn't hurt. but it did.

the next few days, the only view that clouded the school was him and that stupid girl. you see him doing the things he did to you, accompany her, buy her snacks from the caféteria, and just simply be there. each moment hurt more than the last.

the last class of the day finally ended. you went out the classroom, only to be met with the sight of him and the girl, again. you were going to tear your eyes off them, but was distracted when she kisses him.

she kissed him. his first kiss.

your heart shattered, once again. he never did that with you.

your tears formed quickly, you rub your eyes and ran. not knowing riki saw you and followed quickly.

you stormed off the school, your brain mindlessly fogged with that scene. why? why was it so easy for him to replace you?

“___!” you heard him call out, his hand grabbed your fist and turned you around. “please, hear me out-” he pleaded, you yelled, “what? that you suddenly went distant then found a girl better than me?” you wiped your tears, not wanting your eyes to meet his.

“it's not like that!” “then what?” you pulled your wrist out of his grasp, “was I that replaceable to you? I thought we had something- but.. I guess not! you even had your first kiss with he—” he cut you off, “she's not my first kiss, you are!” your eyes widened, in complete disbelief. “h-huh?..” you stared at him.

“look, the night at the party—you were drunk, and you caressed my lips and I wasn't thinking so I just kissed you, and I really fucking wanted to do that for a long time, but I don't even know if you liked me seriously or not, and I swear nothing else happened, but I felt really REALLY bad because I just kissed you even if I didn't know if you want to- and I was so in pain because I like you a lot, and I wanted it to go away, so I pretended to like this girl who liked me and she sucks, and then she suddenly kissed me and I wanted nothing but to reel your lips again, because I hate you so much and I hate that I love you, but really I don't!”

he flipped his hair, sighing. “and I completely understand if you don't feel the sa—” you cut him off, pulling him by his collar and pressing your lips against his. for a moment, he freezes. but he soon melts into your lips, kissing you back, just like the first time.

“I.. that was..” he panted, breathless.

“I love you, pretty. I mean it.” you hugged him. and his hands wrapped around your waist, he kissed your forehead. you giggled. “I love you too,”

“you promise?”

“pinky promise.”

⩩ ( @nishikio , @stvrriki ) ⊹ ࣪ ˖

© work of httpzsho | sho

[narrators-journal]

Talk to me

Okay, so this is less grovelling and more just, sweet. Sorry I missed that, but I hope you still enjoy! I had some fun writing this one, it just took me a while to get the energy up.

“Are you seriously keeping this up?” Senku groaned into the noon sun from where he leaned back onto two legs of his work chair. So, clearly, he hadn’t learned a damned thing. “You’ve already been at this for a week. Why are you so mad that I went to space? The other option was Xeno, and nobody trusts him!”

Yet you stubbornly refused to answer him.

After all, the two of you had held that conversation multiple times at that point. Hours long discussions, quick screaming fits, threats, they’ve all been had about how careless he was about his own safety. So, even though the nineteen-year-old prodigy was clearly playing chicken for your attention and scoldings, you held your tongue and kept your eyes on the wire you weaved together. Which just earned an annoyed groan from the leek-haired scientist. “Come on! I’ve arguably been a lot better about the reckless behavior! You weren’t even around for when me and Chrome got Sulfuric acid, or I jerry-rigged electricity!” But I sure heard of all of that. You thought at him. Yet, your lips never moved to verbalize the thought. Instead, you sat there and barely even looked back to him when he let the front legs of his chair hit the packed dirt of the clearing so that he could walk up behind you.

You also didn’t look at him when he let his forearms rest on your shoulders.

“Will you please say something to me? I’m tired of Taiju being the go-between.” He sighed. The edge of confident arrogance that he kept in his voice like a security blanket thinned to let the honest hurt and dejection slip into his words. Which, was what finally got you to crack. “I just don’t want you dead, Senku. I know we have the medusa, but I don’t feel comfortable using it at alllet alone like that. It’s not natural.” You explained, your wire allowed to go slack as your shoulders drooped and the weight of the leek-haired scientist weighed more on you as he leaned down further to let his arms come around and wrap around your neck in a hug. “I know. I’m sorry, and I wish I could say I wouldn’t do it again. But I can’t do that…” He said, the rare softness in his voice bringiing a pin prick of warmth to the corner of your eyes already. “I understand that, but...why does it always have to be you? Without you, so much is lost, why are you always the first one thrown to the wolves?” You hated how your voice quivered ever so slightly, but Senku didn’t mention it as he tightened his hold on you for a brief second. “Because nobody but me or Xeno has the knowledge on hand for all of the dangerous stuff, and I’m the one that’s trusted.” He explained, “Revive other experts!” “We’d need to teach them how to work the new versions of their tools. If something’s pressing, that time is precious.” “Then teach Chrome!” You argued, the burn at the corners of your eyes developed into tears at that point, but you fought to not let them fall down your cheeks as Senku pointed out in a compassionate yet even voice that made you feel irrational by comparison. An effect he often had on you with the cold logic and scientific reasoning that he learned from Xeno Houston Wingfield. “I’m trying, but you have to give him more time. Not everybody has as easy a time grasping these subjects like I do.”

When your shoulders shook with a swallowed sob, Senku sunk lower to wrap his arms around you better. He didn’t say anything as he did, but that was fine. One of the things you two had bonded over was the discomfort with vulnerability and softer emotions, so you would’ve hated it if he’d tried to comfort and shush you like Taiju or Yuzuriha might. Instead, though, the scientist simply let you cry in his hold in silence. The only words of comfort given the song of birds and soft breezes through the leafy tree branches.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: 3 Men and a Dog

David Fincher: hi i'm david fincher Fincher: i used to be big in hollywood until the curious case of benjamin button Fincher: now i have to share an apartment with david cronenberg & david lynch Fincher: so stay tuned for Fincher: David, David & David Fincher: coming this fall

Fincher: [bursting into room, arms flailing] David! David! I've got huge news! Lynch: the deep in the dark, the eyes in the snail? [Sustained Audience hooting and hollering, 30 sec]

Fincher: David, what am I gonna do? This dog followed me home... [camera close-up on dog, sustained audience 'awwww' 30 sec] Fincher: but David Cronenberg HATES mammalian life forms! What am I gonna do?? Lynch: the deep in the dark, the eyes in the snail [audience hooting, 2 min]

Fincher: you're saying that I should disguise this dog as a xenomorph? Lynch: the deep in the dark, the eyes in the snail Fincher: that's crazy! it would never work [smash cut to Fincher dressing dog as a xenomorph, audience laughter 10 sec]

David Cronenberg: hey honey i'm home! Cronenberg: god what a day Cronenberg: my boss down at the ponderous 70s sci fi factory was riding my ass all day Cronenberg: the brechtian distancing mechanism got jammed again

Fincher: oh gee that sounds awful Fincher: maybe you'll feel better after you sit in your favorite weird chair made of teeth and spinal columns? Fincher: here, put your feet up Fincher: let me get you your favorite pipe made out of gristle Cronenberg: why are you being so nice

[knock on door] Fincher: who could that be? Dean Koontz: hi everyone! [sustained audience applause, 40 sec] Fincher: why, it's our wacky next door neighbor dean koontz! Koontz: i heard you had a dog here! [sustained audience laughter, 50 sec]

Koontz: i just wanted to come over and see your new dog Fincher: ixnay on the ognay! Cronenberg: a dog?! what's all this about Cronenberg: DAVID is there a dog in the house?? >:C Cronenberg: you know how i feel about animals with all their organs on the inside! >:C

Fincher: you don't understand david Fincher: this dog is really friendly! Cronenberg: you know how i feel about mammalian life forms! Fincher: he's a good dog! you'll like him! he's got veins! he's full of them! Cronenberg: that's NOT good enough!

Cronenberg: show me this dog! [dog waddles out, wearing xenomorph suit] Cronenberg: Cronenberg: that's a xenomorph Fincher: yeah i know it's stupid Cronenberg: I LOVE XENOMORPHS! Fincher: you do? Cronenberg: i admire their purity [chef's kiss]

Fincher: does that mean we can keep him? Cronenberg: only if you promise to take good care of him Cronenberg: a dog is a big responsibility Cronenberg: you have to shine that chrome carapace everyday Lynch: the deep in the dark, the eyes in the snail! [audience goes wild]

[verysanebsdfan]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟿: ɪʀᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ

The Perfect Equation: Iron making

Ishigami Senku x fem!reader

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"But Chrome's like an oblivious little kid about it. Totally not self aware." Kohaku tells us, and I giggle.

"What?! Who are you calling a kid?!" Chrome yells from behind us.

・・・・・

It didn't take us long to arrive back at the storehouse, each of us emptying our iron sand that we've collected into one big container. "It looks like we collected more than I expected!" I state cheerfully, to which everyone nods along.

"Hey, (Name), let's try to convince them to let us in the village. I wanna talk with that Ruri." Senku prompts me, and I nod along. It would indeed be nice to chat with her.

However, it was clear from the beginning that we wouldn't get far. "Like I said, you won't be taking one step into the village!" Kinro shouted, holding his golden spear up in our direction. "Rules are rules."

"Hey!" I peek from behind Senku. "We just wanna have a chat with Ruri." I flash him a friendly smile. "We are coming in peace, too!" But Kinro shakes his head sternly.

"Well, once we cook up a cure, they'll have no choice but to let us in. So, let's get started!" Chrome tells him, which hypes me up. He's right. If they want Ruri to live, they will see us as the last choice but will allow it. Unless they're some sort of cult.

We walk back to the science storehouse, it's not even far from the village, which might be beneficial, I think. "So, this black sand from the river is gonna turn into iron?" Suika asks curiously while looking into the container.

"Yep. Just gotta combine four parts iron sand with one part charcoal and melt it all down." Senku answers her and then proceeds to make a balanced scale. He ties a rope closer to one end of the stick and leaves four times the same length on the other side. He then tasks me with tying it on the tree and putting the containers on it. Seriously, can't he task Kohaku with this?

I slowly climb up, step by step, to make sure I don't fall. That would be unfortunate. Luckily, the lowest branch that I have to tie it on isn't as high as it could be. I wrap the rope around the branch tightly, making sure it won't fall and spill the iron sand and charcoal everywhere. I then finally tighten the ropes of the containers and start putting charcoal in the other one until it is nicely balanced. I then handed the containers to Kohaku, who was waiting under the tree, and tried to climb down as well.

"Was it always this tall?" I mumbled to myself as I was trying to get down.

"Cmon, don't be scared, it's not even as high!" Senku tries to motivate me. Well, it clearly doesn't work.

"No!! It's seriously tall!" I shout and turn around to climb down, I can't embarrass myself like this. Just as I was attempting to get down, my leg slipped, and I fell on the ground with a loud thud. Lovely. "Ow, ow, ow..." I rub my lower back, which got the most impact.

Senku then runs up to me and crouches next to me. "(Name)?! Are you okay?" He asked with a certain hint of worry in his eyes, and I nodded, even though the pain was quite bad. "I shouldn't have let you climb that tree, I know you hate heights." He whispered, "I'm sorry." And my eyes widened. The Senku Ishigami apologizing for a thing like this? Wow. Unbeknownst to him, my heartbeat sped up a little, and my cheeks flushed. Why does he have this effect on me?

"Well, this iron making seems simple!!" Chrome exclaims, and I sweat drop. Of course, I know it won't be easy.

"Heh, heh, heh. Don't get excited just yet. This ain't anything like baking pottery." Senku says as he gets up from my side, helping me stand up as well.

"Wood burns at 700 degrees Celsius. But turning iron sand into iron needs more than twice as much!" I tell Chrome with a worried expression. If we do not get iron, we won't be able to progress smoothly.

"That's right! For this process, we need at least 1500 degrees!" Senku, who is looking back at us, informs the villagers, since I knew this.

"Can we get it hot enough? How do we do it?" Kohaku asked worriedly.

"Gotta blow real hard." Is the answer she received from Senku. "We have no choice but to feed the fire heaps of oxygen. Blowing all that air in there without pause is like casting a power boost spell that'll boost the temperature from 700 to 1500 degrees!" Senku tells us confidently.

"Can't we automatize this?" I ask. "Make some uhh... wheel that would be easier to spin and would power up some air blowing device," I ask.

"It would be possible, in theory at least, but we do not have the resources and someone skilled enough to do this. For now," He throws some bags at us, "these will have to do."

Everyone inspects the bags and proceeds to blow air through them, It doesn't seem close enough to what we will need. Oh, more hours of gruelling labor. Lovely.

"Little gusts of wind! With something as handy as this, I could probably do the job myself!" Kohaku exclaims with bright eyes. Yeah, well...

"You'll regret those words. You can't have too many people for this."

・・・・・

It didn't take too long until all of us were panting, our bodies aching. "Gahh, my arms're about to fall off!" Chrome yelled, and I just laid on the ground, really embarrassed. Dropping before Senku or Suika is a feat, honestly. Oh well.

"Don't stop, or the temperature will drop!" Senku shouts to all of us, and I attempt to get up, unsuccessfully.

"How many more minutes of this?" Asks Kohaku, desperately looking forward to a break.

"A few dozen hours!" said Senku. And with that, Suika drops on the ground, exhausted. I can't blame her, I gave up long ago.

"Save yourself, Suika. Take a rest." Kohaku tried to encourage the little girl to regain her strength, but it was futile since all the others dropped within the next few minutes.

"Never again..." I mumble. "Please tell me this didn't go to waste."

We then break a part of the wall of the blast furnace (or I think it is that) and see that nothing has changed. Lovely.

"Recruiting labor is the top priority!" Senku exclaimed, gaining my attention. How will we even do it?

"I guess we need more citizens for our Science kingdom." Chrome panted from behind Senku, he had not yet recovered from his exhaustion.

All of us then look over to a whining person by the bridge. "Spear... A silver one." It is what he was whining about.

"Heh, heh, heh. Ginro's basically already won over." Senku cackles and turns back to Chrome.

"Let's just keep up the pattern and win over this primitive village!" I join in, it's what we need, so I might as well be supportive of their dubious methods.

"But shiny spears ain't gonna work on each and every villager. We need some intel. Gotta find out what each of them craves." Senku exclaims.

"Suika is really good at that sorta thing. Suika can just be disguised as a watermelon and sneak around, learning things." The little girl says and spins around excitedly. And then, she curls up and hides in her watermelon helmet, catching all of us by surprise. Is she really that tiny?

"Heh, heh, heh... Not bad! Awesome! In the continued quest for iron-workers, great detective suika is on the case!" Senku smirks and hypes up Suika, who is excited that she can be useful.

"Meanwhile! (Name)! Does your back still hurt from the fall?" Senku questioned me, and I shook my head. "Not much!" And with that, he sighs, "Silly girl..."

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Taglist: @thelonestarinthesky

[not-kamenx]

Beyblade X Ep 40: The Other Mask

OKAYYY this episode was really more of a proper “introduction” at Blader Y more than anything else and I was QUITE INTRIGUED AND I’M SCARFING THIS EPISODE DOWN

I don’t know what I was expecting for Robin and his battle with Blader Y, but it was NOT A BURST FINISH AS HE LAUNCHED?

I’m starting to think this story hates Robin because THIS IS YET ANOTHER TIME WE’VE SEEN HIM MAKE THIS FACE 😭 HE LOOKS SO SHOCKED, AND NO WONDER, he was already getting stronger then this random Blader impersonating Blader X just waltzed in and swooped him off his feet. Imagine going against someone who you think is Team Persona’s fan (Robin please never change your thought process that was such a simple conclusion you came to and it was amazing) then getting obliterated by said fan not even a second later. BUT WHAT WAS REALLY NERVE WRECKING WAS HOW BLADER Y SAID “I can’t feel it with you.”

It. IT. What did Chrome say in Ep 38? “I can feel it. I can feel X.”

IF CHROME ISN’T BLADER Y I’M BURNING MY PLANNER WITH ALL MY BEYBLADE X SKETCHES IN IT I’M DEAD SERIOUS THE SIMILARITIES ARE KILLING ME.

But seriously, what does Blader Y mean when he can’t feel “it” with Robin? Well, Blader Y ended up battling a bunch of the Bladers Jaxon has faced off before, as Blader X (Team Phalanx, Titus, Multi, and Blaze). We end up finding out that this dude has been running around trying to copy the results of Jaxon’s battle with the others. Well, the only battle he failed to completely mimic was Jason’s battle versus Takumi, cuz he had to use two Xtreme Dash’s instead of one. But I guess he learned from his lesson because he didn’t make any mistakes after that.

Speaking of Takumi, I really like how he and his team started helping the amateurs instead of breaking their beys! TINY STEPS, WOOHOO!!! He didn’t have to change his personality necessarily but just the way he did things, though I do think he is a bit nicer :D

ANYWAYS THEN BLADER Y WENT TO TITUS but we know the outcome (a tie because of the mimicking) but I also like seeing the thought put into the animation

I MEAN LOOK AT JIAN she’s just lifting these like they’re just some weights this girl is hella strong

but yeah, then after this Blader Y went to Multi (those outfits that were shown before he arrived were all so pretty btw) and defeated her before she RUSHED back to Komaba Sushi and demanded to confirm the fact Jaxon had no relation to Blader Y because he was able to mimic the battle to such a degree.

it appears Jaxon does not really…. Care? (I’ll save that for another post after this one) and she’s like “The B4 MIGHT end up suspecting you when we’re already nearing the title match” which leads me to believe that yeah Jaxon is not possibly allowed to be doing what he’s been doing 😭 I mean IT WAS KIND OF OBVIOUS ENOUGH WITH HOW HE FREAKS OUT NOT WEARING THE MASK AND GETTING NOTICED but still, that just pretty much hammers it down. That is also when he shows mild concern because he doesn’t want to delay a battle

Or it might be because he realized something?

anyways we then switch over to Blaze who’s incredibly heartbroken (he’s disappointed) that he can’t battle with his new bey in production. Then during the battle he questions Blader Y and asks him if it’s possible to reach the fastest realm like Blader X, then Blader Y basically says yes by defeating him. What a guy.

what caught my attention (and Y’s) though was that Blaze said “It was as if I was battling against Blader X himself!”

Blader Y mulls over this for a moment then he starts giggling creepily. I. Yeah he’s a weirdo who let him get a replica of Sword Dran I am so lost (come to think of it maybe he could’ve seen Packun on TV and seen how he replicates Beys and that’s where he got it? But would Packun really take a commission from a guy like that?)

then I ended up losing it when he said “Someone like him… Why?” AND FLASHBACKS TO ROBIN’S FACE WHAT DOES HE MEAN BY THIS DOES HE MEAN ABOUT WHY HE CAN’T FEEL IT WITH ROBIN OR LIKE I DUNNO WHY HE’S ON TEAM PERSONA WHEN HE’S NOT AS STRONG AS MULTI OR JAXON? BUT WOULDN’T THAT MEAN HE’D QUESTION MULTI’S STRENGTH TOO? Or is he being mean and singling out Robin if it were that case?

also AGAIN with the hand placement NEAR HIS HEART

anyways I screamed at the preview BLADER Z WHAT????

[askyuuandco]

Twisted Wonderland Incorrect Quotes 20

Yuu & Malleus: walking together

Bully: points at Yuu You look unattractive >:D

Bully: Drives off in bike HAHAHAHA!

Yuu: D':>

Malleus: >:0 …

Bully: still driving away on bike Nothing better than bullying without consequences >:3

Malleus: Teleports in front of his bike

Bully: HUH!?-

Malleus: grabs the bully by the face and let's the guys bike crash

Bully: scared shitless OAO'////

Malleus: calm angry … I'm gonna need you to apologize… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mrs. Shroud: Your Grounded Young man D:<

Mrs. Shroud: No going out for a month >:(

Idia: Really?! OwO

Mrs. Shroud: Yeah and no leaving your room either >:(

Idia: SWEET!

Mrs. Shroud: And no electronics UvU

Idia: reading manga Your the boss :D *closes the door

Mrs. Shroud: >A> !? ---------------------------------------------------------------

General Lilia: HEY! Wake up! >:D

Human! Y/N: Jerjogsejgwe! >A>'///

General Lilia: I just murdered your entire family! >:D

Human! Y/N: B-But I live alone OmO'///

General Lilia: Wah?! Then who are these people in your house?! >m>

Human! Y/N: There's People in my house?! OAO'////

General Lilia: Well not ANYMORE! D:<

General Lilia: DUMB BITCH! D:<

General Lilia: YOU COULD HAVE DIED! D:<

General Lilia: gives middle finger Your Welcome >:( leaves

Human! Y/N:… WTF?! OAO -------------------------------------------------------

Yuu: Dad can I turn up the heat up? :D

Crewel: Don't touch the thermastat Yuu your father gets upset U_U

Yuu: Come on this thing goes up to 90 =v= turns dial

Crowley: PUT BACK THE THERMASTAT!!! D:<

Yuu: EEP! OAO

Crewel: told you =n= ----------------------------------------------------------------

Yuu: how the hell did you get over here? :0

Malleus-Tsum: panic squeaks OMO'////

Yuu: you ran all the way here ._.

Malleus-Tsum: squeaks yes >m<'///

Yuu: That's a good 2 or 3 blocks OnO

Malleus-Tsum: squeaks he knows

Yuu: please tell me you weren't followed >.>'///

Malleus-Tsum: squeaks he was ;n;

Yuu: You were? =n='///

Malleus-Tsum: squeaks yeah ;m;

Dragon! Malleus: angry knocks with claws on Yuu's front door

Malleus-Tsum: EEEEEEKKKKK!!! hides ------------------------------------------------------------------

Floyd: Coffee boys?

Ace: I'm good

Jamil: I have tea so it's fine =v=

Floyd: more for me! UvU

Floyd: I hate this part put coffee beans in mouth >m<

Floyd: puts the hot water in his mouth and is screaming in pain

Ace & Jamil: FLOYD NO!!! OmO'//// ----------------------------------------------------------------

Gn! Yuu: Finally my very own money X>

Gn! Yuu: The world is my oyster! >:3

Gn! Yuu: I can finally really start living >X>

GN! Yuu: spends it all on anime stuff I'm living the big life XD --------------------------------------------------------

Malleus: turns on his computer and it breaks OMG! H-Hello!? OAO

----later----

Idia: Dude here's what I recommend you do…cause clearly you've been having trouble with the double computer set up for like- =-=

Malleus: No the dual PC is great I haven't had like a single problem with it yet >v>'/// Lilia: what do you mean you've never had a problem with it!? Explain all the reasons why you need Idia to be your F*cking Tech Support!?! D:< Idia: and I'm not even good at it =n= Lilia: Idia your the only one he needs but like you gotta use smaller words for him. Don't use the words RAM or CPU he'll get confused =v= Malleus; Ram is memory and CPU is how computer run right? :D Lilia, Idia, and Yuu; >.>' .... Idia: *pinching the bridge of his nose* do you use google chrome? Malleus: I use the basic built in internet- Idia: What....Stop... >:( Lilia: What does that mean? >n> Idia: You use internet edge? >n> Malleus: Edge yeah :D Yuu: NOOOOOOOOO!! Lilia: YOU USE MICROSOFT EDGE?! D:< Malleus: *akward laughing* Yuu: Idia. Can you go to Malleus's house and open up his computer and make sure he didn't put beans or something in there please? =m=

Idia: *Dead pan stare* So...Before Edge Did you just use the internet explorer Malleus: :0 .... Idia: Brooooooo....nooooo=m=

Malleus: *awkward laugh* <XD

[emilydorp]

*Sighhhhhh*... so an anon asked me, something along the lines of, why I think GTOP started dating in 2010. But Tumblr HATES me and ate the ask and my post. But I saw it coming so I copied everything I wrote. Trust, there was an anon :P

It's mostly circumstantial :)) Some of this will be delulu, but bear with me.

2008:

-> (I keep all my receipts in my Firefox browser; I had to open it again to find my personal favourite article, I've been answering on Chrome instead lately) Shin Min-ah and Choi Seunghyun were dating in 2008. I'd say there's a 98% chance they were dating? There's also an "assumption" that "That XX" was written by Ji with a combination of Tabi's pre-debut girlfriend and Shin Min-ah as the "bastard". Something I haven't seen people mention a lot, even tho it's literally canon via "This Love" and "Heartbreaker" (not the ft. Flo Rida version, the OG), is that Ji is more than capable of writing songs about past emotions, so his songs aren't always a reflection of his present.

-> The MAMA 2008 kiss isn't what you'd expect if he was dating Ji. The way he SMIRKED after the kiss and looked satisfied while Ji's voice was lowkey shaky and he was kinda staring Lee Hyori down (Lee Hyori was Tabi's favourite idol fyi) doesn't seem to be reasonable.

-> Haru Haru is, imho, a GTOP song. They've "remixed" the lyrics to include each other's names, sang a GD&TOP version once (yes, maybe they did it cuz it's one of their most popular songs, but I like to delulu that it means something) and in their performance after the 2014 break-up, Ji was STARING Tabi down while singing Haru Haru. Even if you don't wanna believe it's a GTOP song, they're soooo flirty in the BTS, but it just... hits different from their flirting in KJE Chocolate? I'm not sure how to explain myself... I think it's something along the lines of "their flirting during Coffee Prince parody and Haru Haru BTS is so different from Secret Garden".

-> There were incredibly prevalent and fairly reliable rumours of Ji sleeping around in 2008. I don't know if I should go in-depth into how the fandom was aware of this, and the slightly more circumstantial evidence pointing to Ji sleeping with both men and women, but they're pretty reliable and have been reiterated by quite a lot of people.

=> What I DO believe, 100%, is that Tabi had a subconscious crush on Ji, while Ji was aware of the crush he had on Seunghyun. It's clear in certain circumstances, and 2008 really does seem to be a personal turning point in Tabi's admiration for Ji. But sooo much of it is based upon my personal feels.

2009:

-> I'm pretty sure it was on Pholar. When a fan asked Ji why there were such few GTOP moments this year (there really were few moments), he said something along the lines of "Shhhh, we're having a secret love affair". Like.. if he was actually dating Tabi, he wouldn't have said that. And I've also heard he didn't like gtoppers for a while in 2009? Considering how involved in our fandom he later becomes, it's interesting that he didn't like us for a while..

rewrite: Ji joked about secretly dating Tabi in 2009 when a fan asked him why there were less GTOP moments that year, which is something he wouldn't have done if they were dating. That, combined with Ji apparently temporarily not liking gtoppers, which is contradictory to his behaviour in present day / when he was dating Tabi.

-> Tabi was filming his drama for most of the year, and according to Ji himself, they hadn't met each other in a WHILE (he said this in the "Heartbreaker" mv BTS video). I do low-key think that "One Year Station" is a GTOP song as well, except it's another romanticisation, like "Today", "Missing You", "Butterfly", etc. Also delulu; Tabi hasn't listened to Ji's entire album yet since Tabi was the muse for the two Heartbreaker album songs I listed above. And Tabi was so... giddy around Ji. It's the GIDDEST he's been around Ji almost EVER in his life. Okay, I'm going too far. BASICALLY, Tabi wasn't around Ji this year, by the admission of both of them.

rewrite: Tabi was filming his drama and according to GTOP themselves this had caused them not speaking each other in a WHILE, to such an extent that Tabi hadn't listened to Ji's album yet, which wouldn't be the case of they were dating imho (all of this is said in the Heartbreaker mv bts btw). You could also delulu that it's because Ji wrote songs for Tabi in his album (which could be accompanied by Tabi's attention on Ji increasing even MORE) but that isn't dating evidence either. There was rumours of them "fighting" even cuz of how little time they apparently spent together.

-> I think that Baby Goodnight is valuable to Ji. He's posted it a few times, and every single time, it was an interesting situation. End of the 2014 break-up, announcement of Dear Moon launch (I'd have to double-check this one, but it was around this time), possible meet-up in April 2024, another possible meet-up in Paris this year, etc etc. And I'm pretty sure this song was written in 2010. Even tho he tries to "tone down" his explanation of how he came up with the lyrics over here, it's still so SO interesting.

rewrite: Baby Goodnight was written in 2010 and it is, imho, the first song they wrote as a couple. I say this because of the precious way Ji treats this song (posting it when their 2014 break-up ended, in 2022 in connection to a Dear Moon announcement (? I need to double-check), in 2024 when it is possible they met again and were together for a few days (based on a fan account), 2025 Paris delulu meet up...). Ji here even tries to make the process of writing the song sound less romantic but GOSH I'm too delulu Ji.

=> I admit that the reason for why they weren't dating in 2009 isn't fool proof and is based upon FEELS, but that's how it be sometimes. I think they started dating around the time they wrote Baby Goodnight, it was 2010, they were mostly separated in 2009, which isn't the best for a newly formed couple, so they started in 2010.

Old (way too long) tags (that I'm including cuz it's sooo long, even tho it's a ramble, like no way I'm just not posting that):

[raddestrose]

QUE PASA PERROS

DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

NEW DR STONE TIIME

🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅 🦅🦅🦅🦅🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

RAHHHHHHHHHHH

ITS CHUBBY CHEEKS XENOOOO

WHAT A LITTLE GUY

Bro, why is this kid making a gun?

ITS HIM

is that him

Stan oh my God OK so I’ve noticed like four things about baby Stanley

First of all, little bro you got them fuck ass bangs, sweetie please grow them out they look like mine whenever i stress cut them

Second of all, did he really switch out his sucker obsession for smokes? Bro’s gonna get black lung and diabetes.

Third, why does he have a cargo belt full of lollipops, I know your mother hates you and your dentist loves you

And finally bro, why are your boots so tall?

That is it

Other than that, my God, he’s so cute hes so little how adorable

HES GOT CHUBBY CHEEKS TOOOO

THEYRE TOO CUTEEE

Do you like seven? Why are you already a master sniper?

also, did you literally just follow this random kid to the middle of nowhere? Stanley you need better self preservation skills

i’m gonna pretend like I know anything that came out of Baby Xeno’s mouth

I am SO LOST

but I’m loving the energy

Says the seven-year-old sniper?

 damn bro was reminiscing HARD

OOHHHHHHHH

OTS SO FUNKY

im loving the pop art style

This goes so hard

Holy fuck do they make motorcycles

Wait who the fuck is that guy?

Who is this little girl with a pumpkin on her head?

Kana-Boon with another banger

 I like how they’re just collecting people

Stanley looked so cool to all that I can’t even be mad at him

Like yeah you’re holding them all hostage, but it’s ok cause you ATE while doing that, sir

Nikki the GOAT

Ge them Stan wait no, don’t get them

have a clear conversation with them Stan

Work this out using your words Stan

Charlotte looks so cool posing, girly you’re rocking, you’re just rocking

I have a feeling that’s something very, very, VERY bad is going to happen in South America.

they seem way too excited to go

I like how they’re just excluding him

It’s like that one party meme, let me find it

they pushed the poor guy all the way to the corner

That was a cool pose. I’m gonna be so honest.

Unfortunately, I was going to say the same thing

For the time being, I think it’s a good idea you and him work together

but not a super weapon

I think you need to get like Senku and get that light back in your eyes

they look so soulless and empty its making ME sad

AHHHH WHY HELLOOO STANLEY

YOU TELL HIM NIKKI

Don’t ever point your gun at that queen

You moron do you honestly not see that he’s wounded

his clothes are LITTERALLY blood stained

Oh he’s locked in

Wait, do they have a plan?

 you have way too much faith in him man

he was probably just hiding

 you numbskull you take him back to the medbay

This is an accurate recreation of what my family goes through whenever I sing

No Stanley please don’t torture him nooooo

The thing is, I don’t think he knows where they went

Stanley, please, please don’t do this

surely there are other ways oh, my God, your waist holy holy shit dog what is your an routine you are snatched

oh my God, my microphone got that just ignore that I’m keeping that in that’s way too funny

GINRO WHAT THE FUCK

you cheeky bastard it was a lighter

Such a sassy pose though go off

Bro is posing for the imaginary cameras, wink, smirk and all

Matsukaze you and I are making the exact same face right now

I can’t believe he did that. I understand his reasoning, but dude.

Don’t remind me of the astronauts don’t remind me of them.

You beefed with his dad so hard dude its so funny.

yeah, you guys literally had a conversation about this

AAUGHHHH ITS LIKE HES THERE WITH THEM

AUGHHHHHHHHHHH

Aww i think Chromes jealous,

real talk he SHOULD be down there with them

I was gonna ask why he was writing with his mouth, but I forgot his hands are tied

what the fuck?

Bubbles?

Did he have a fucking bubble ring attachment on his gloves?

this fucking guy you’ve got to be kidding me, I thought we were having a serious scientific conversation

Thank you very much Chrome, You verbalized my exact feelings.

That does make sense

these two are also on the same frequency

This is very, very bad

They ain’t gonna get no work done there just gonna dick around with each other aren’t they?

 hold up maybe that was the wrong phrase

They’re just gonna screw around this is like with me and my friends got paired up for a school project

Literally, nothing happened. We still got an A though

WHAAAAT

dude, I’m telling you you gotta get that light back in your eyes

That is definitely a sight to walk into

I think you guys melted her

Senku what the fuck are you saying?

Chrome, I understand you so much right now

 this is the power of teamwork you guys

This is fucking exhilarating man I’m hyped

Forget excited, I’m bouncing off the walls

[deathbyyoongx]

everytime; chapter 5 — myg

╭ chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...

╭ word count: 6.6k

╭ summary: Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn't say no to a nice pair of tits. His cocky attitude and stunning looks made it hard for most girls to resist. And even though you would like to say you're not like the others in that aspect, you unfortunately happened to be his ex. But even though you despised his guts for the last 3 years or so, he somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.

╭ pairing: fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader

╭ genre: smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut

╭ warnings: enemies to fwb, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, jealous ex!jungkook, bestfriend!jimin, hate sex, yoongi has a degrading kink but so does yn, brat taming, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, hickeys, choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE GUYS!), creampie, praise kink, hand kink, possessive yoongi, sexual content ofc, mentions of drinking, ...

╭ author's note: this fic is inspired by the song everytime by ariana grande. I also recommend using the chrome extension InteractiveFics for a better reading experience ;)

I know it's been a while since I updated this fic, but when I tell you a lot happened with me this year, I really mean it lol. But hey, I'm back :) <3 I haven't reread this chapter, so there may be typos.

03/08/2023

“Taehyung has been snoring the whole night, I can’t.” Jimin complained as he took another bite of his sandwich.

“I’m sorry I have a stuffy nose.” Taehyung pouted, his mouth still full of food.

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin have been roommates ever since college. At first, they shared a place to cut the budget of their rent, but now they are just too lazy to search for something else. Even though, I think they enjoy living together and just use it as an excuse now.

Jimin took a sip of his drink. “Jungkook slept through the night though.”

Taehyung waited for you to add something to the conversation, but he noticed your absent mind ever since you guys lunched together. “You don’t seem excited to see us.” He frowned.

You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly shaking your head in disagreement. “I am just-“ You couldn’t find words to add.

“I see you recovered quickly from being sick.” Jimin said, lips curled into a smirk, making it very clear to you that he knew it was just bullshit.

Taehyung took a bite of his sandwich. “Yeah, I heard you were very sweaty.” He said innocently, not knowing the underlining truth behind Jimin’s comment.

“I…was indeed, yes.”

Jimin thought for a second, wondering if he should say what he was about to say. “I don’t want to be that guy, but you should really talk with Jungkook. The guy has been very on edge lately.”

Of course, Jungkook again. “It’s not my fault he’s like that.” Even though it felt like it was though. And the more you started to think about it, it really felt like your fault.

“Yeah, I know. But the least you could do is text him a ‘leave me alone’ instead of not responding at all.” Jimin explained. Ever since Hoseok’s party, You started to respond very drily or not even at all to Jungkook’s texts. You really had no good excuse as to why you’ve been so absent lately, especially since Jungkook knew your work schedule. ‘You’ve never been so busy, do you have a new hobby?’ Areone of the things he would ask you. Sometimes you just wanted to text him a quick and short ‘shut up’, but that would just add more fuel to the fire.

He had a point.

“I will.” Even though you said you would, you were still not sure if you’d actually do it. Jungkook had the habit to keep asking questions and you were not a great liar. And the more he’d ask, the more suspicious he’d get about what truly happened that night.

Taehyung noticed that there was a lot on your mind. “If you want to, you can come over to our place tonight. We’re going to watch that weird movie that Jin has been suggesting for the last few weeks.” He suggested, hoping it would get your mind off of things for a moment.

However, his question made the nerves kick in. “I-uhm can’t.” Clearing your throat as you said that, before taking a quick sip of your water.

Jimin narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit suspicious. “How come?”

Help me find the right excuse, someone. “I have uhm-plans.”

“Why are you stuttering so much?” Taehyung asked innocently as usual.

“With whom?” Jimin asked, but his gut feeling already knew with whom.

You just started to play with the leftover food on your plate, twirling it around with your finger like a toddler, not looking at either one of the boys. “Just…someone.” The silence after you denied to give any more information became a bit too unbearable for you. You sighed and looked up to look at them. “You’re not letting me leave until I tell you, huh?”

“Of course not.” They said in unison.

You hesitated for a sec. “Just don’t go around telling everyone, alright?”

“Come one y/n, we’re not teenagers anymore.” Jimin said to convince you.

“Okay…”It’s no big deal, right y/n? You’re just going out with your ex, nothing wrong with that. “I’m going out with Yoongi tonight.” The painful silence after that statement was killing you.

Shit.

“Wait…” Jimin said as his mind started to connect the dots. “So the guy you hooked up with the night of Hoseok’s party was Yoongi?!”

Taehyung almost choked on his drink. “They hooked up?!” He then thought for a second. “I’m surprised, but also, I’m not.”

“Are you guys going to get back together?” Jimin asked, almost sounding concerned. You low-key started to regret your confession.

What was your answer to this question? “No, I don’t think so-“ The question seemed to linger around your head. Were you? Was that what you wanted? Would Yoongi even want to get back together? I mean, the man can’t seem to keep it in his pants. Think about all those girls who probably have an unrequited crush on him, they would all pray for your downfall. And most importantly, Jia, how could you go back to work if she’d found out?

Confusion spread over Jimin’s face. “What do you mean you don’t think so?”

You were starting to get fed up with these questions which where you did not know the answers to yourself. “Look, Yoongi doesn’t seem to be interested in a relationship right now,” You say slightly annoyed. “Or so I’ve heard.” You noticed Taehyung and Jimin looking at you with a doubtful look. “And I can live with that.” You reassured.

“Can you though?” Taehyung asked a bit skeptical.

“Look if I get my heart broken it won’t be anyone’s fault but mine.” They noticed you started to get more and more defensive by the second.

“You’re out of your mind.” Jimin added.

A worried gaze started to appear on Taehyung’s face. “Does Jungkook know?”

“Of course he doesn’t.” You said defeated. “I’m not obligated to tell him.”

Taehyung and Jimin exchanged a worrisome glance at one another before turning back to you. “Look I get where you coming from, but he won’t take it that way.” Jimin explained.

“I know.” Ever since that night, a feeling of dread started to eat you up from the inside. You felt guilty, even though you shouldn’t. You told Jungkook multiple times you were just friends, but people continue to be protective about his feelings. But what about your feelings? “I’ll just…tell him myself. He needs to hear it from me you know.” You said defeated. Taehyung nodded in agreement, but Jimin just gave you an awkward smile, knowing this won’t end well.

What have I done to myself?

Work stalled and the only thing you could focus on was the ticking sound of that dreadful clock. Yoongi was planning to pick you up from work after your shift, but the idea of Jia still walking around on the work floor made you nervous as hell. How were you going to explain to her that her casual fuckbuddy used to be your boyfriend and that ever since a few days ago, you started seeing him again? The more and more you started to think about this situation, the more fucked it seemed to be. The clock hit 5 ‘o clock, which meant it was your time to head home. You quickly checked if you missed anything on your to-do list before checking out. You quickly freshened up, and if anyone was watching you right now it looked like you were running late for something. But in reality, you just didn’t want anyone to see you looking like this. Because you hated to admit it, but you did pick your best outfit for tonight. You quickly fixed your makeup and walked out of the changing room.

To your surprise, Yoongi had been waiting inside the café for you. He was wearing a nice dark blue dress shirt and black trousers. Yoongi told you to wear something nice, but not overly formal, so you just chose a nice top in combination with a skirt. And when he noticed the effort you had put in for him, a sly smile appeared on his face. “You look good.”

Your cheeks were getting a bit flushed by his compliment. “Thanks.” You looked around a bit stressed as you walked up to Yoongi, making him frown his eyebrows, wondering why you were behaving so anxious. “Let’s go though.”

“You seem to be in a hurry, but not for the right reasons.” Yoongi said as if he could read your mind. “Worried Jia will see us, huh?”

You forced a smile as you linked your arm to Yoongi’s. “Let’s just go.” You repeated. Yoongi just scoffed but did as he was told since he didn’t want to piss you off already.

Your mission of nobody of work seeing you leave with Yoongi was successful, making you feel more at ease. Yoongi let you to his car and to your surprise it was a very nice one, coming from someone that doesn’t give two shits about cars. He opened the door for you, giving you a small smile as you hopped in. He closed the door and you didn’t know why, but your anxiety was getting the best of you. Who were you kidding, of course you knew. You were going on a date with your hot ex that everyone seemed to either want or hate.

You stepped into his car, but before starting the engine he turned to you, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Relax, it’s just me.” He placed his hand on your thigh, slightly caressing it to ease the tension.

You expect your uneasiness to be that obvious. “I know, that’s the problem.” Why did I say that?

You thought Yoongi was going to snap back at you, but instead, he just smiled. “If it makes you feel any better, you’ve done this before.” He said in a joking manner in combination with a wink, making you smile as well as memories of your past relationship flooded through your mind.

Yoongi started the engine and began driving, and what I sight to see it was. Seeing him drive shouldn’t be that attractive, but here we are. The older he got, the more handsome he got. You still remembered that shy quiet guy from high school, one that was not capable of being such a player. But look at him now, he had grown into a man, and what kind of man…One that women can’t seem to get enough from.

“Jimin and Taehyung were quite surprised when I told them we were going out tonight.” You said to break the silence.

Yoongi tilted his head in a slight surprise, his eyes still focused on the road. “You told them about us?” He almost didn’t believe it.

You rolled my eyes and chuckled. “It was hard not to. Especially after Jimin found out about the hickeys you had left on me.”

He proudly smiled at the thought of that. “My hard work shouldn’t go unnoticed.” He joked, making you smile at his stupid comment. “You seem to have covered them well though.” He added, noticing the lack of love bites on your neck, even though he knew they were still lingering.

You couldn’t help but pout as he said that. “Yeah, because of you I have to wake up earlier to cover them up with concealer.” You whined, making his heart melt by the way you said that.

“Cute.” He whispered under his breath. “I guess I’ll apologize for the inconvenience.” He said oddly formally, making you well aware he didn’t really mean it.

This was nice, you thought to yourself, but then your mind decided to ruin it for you again. Don’t feel special, he’s probably like this with all those other girls. Overthinking had become your specialty over the couple of years, especially when it was around the topic of ‘Min Yoongi.’ And now it had become a threat to fully enjoying your night. As you were staring out of the window, you started to notice the streets were getting oddly familiar. You narrowed your eyes as you carefully examined the buildings and street signs, trying your best to recognize why it all felt so familiar. But that’s when it hit you…

“Wait, are we…” You softly spoke, almost inaudible to Yoongi, but just loud enough for him to hear. However, he didn’t say anything and just started smiling at himself until you arrived. And that’s when your speculation got confirmed. A small restaurant hidden in the city, the outside covered with plants and fairy lights. “Oh my god, Yoongi.” It was the place where you had your first date.

Yoongi parked the car before he asked. “Don’t like it?” He was a bit unsure if this was the right move.

“No, I…do.” You were in awe as you looked a the place with wide eyes. “It is the same as how I remember it.” You smiled, turning to him, seeing his eyes were already on you. Shit. You were feeling those damn butterflies again.

“I’m glad you like it.”

As Yoongi and you stepped out of the car, you couldn’t help but get a little bit emotional about this place. Not only did you have your first date here, but many dates after that. You came so often that the boss started to recognize you every time you came, even stopping by sometimes to join in your conversations. A soft smile painted your face the more you thought of it, the feeling of nostalgia hugging you.

“Wait-“ Yoongi spoke before you walked in, gently pulling you in for a kiss. “Now we can go.”

This man…

The waitress outside greeted you with a bright smile as Yoongi asked if there was still a spot free for you two. She let you to a free table outside and you two happily sat down. “I don’t know why, but being here again is kind of weird.” You opened the menu, seeing nothing had changed from the last time you two ate here.

“I know right.” He chuckled, happy he had chosen this date idea. “Just pick whatever, I’ll pay.”

“It’s fine, Yoongi. I don’t care about these gender roles-”

“I don’t either, but I want to pay.”

You looked up from the menu for a second, noticing two piercing eyes looking at you. Your eyes widen, frozen in your current pose as your eyes met hers. Oh no…The woman quickly walked over to your table. Oh no…

“I thought I recognized you two! I haven’t seen you in ages, I thought you had moved to another city or something.” The old lady spoke with joy, almost sounding emotional at the sight of you. “It warms my heart you two are still together. How have you been?”

You moved your eyes over to Yoongi, not sure how to respond to this. However, he just smiled at her, ignoring the fact you were unsure what to do. “Yeah, we both were just so busy the last couple of years, plus we also wanted to save up some money to move out so that’s why. But luckily we finally found a free slot in our busy schedules to enjoy some time together again at our favorite place.”

You’ve never heard so much bullshit coming from someone’s mouth at once. However, Miss Kang was completely eating this up. “I’m happy to see you again. Can’t believe it’s been so long, you’ve really grown into adults, it’s making me slightly emotional even.” Were those tears in her eyes? “I’ll let you two be for now, enjoy the food!”

With a tilted head, you looked back to Yoongi, giving him a ‘what-was-that’ kind of look. He just shrugged his shoulders. “If you want to tell her the truth, go ahead. But then you’ll break a poor lady’s heart.” He said to toy with you, holding onto his chest as if his heart hurt.

“I don’t think I have the heart to do so.” I said, putting on my best act to sound emotional, making Yoongi chuckle.

Shockingly enough, there wasn’t a moment where you two fought or anything close to that. This was actually…really nice. But your mind knew its way to ruin it for you again. He better have not brought any other girls to this place…But then again, if he did, the owner wouldn’t have been so surprised to see us. Stop thinking! Just enjoy this for a second. You barely went out lately. It had just been work, work, and more work. Taking on more shifts you could actually handle. Jimin liked to tease you for it, saying you barely had any time for him and the boys. He then would follow up with a fake cry and dabbing away his fake tears.

The night flew by, and how darker the night got, the brighter the fairy lights shone. It seemed like a scene out of a movie, how romantic. After dinner, Yoongi invited you to his apartment, and not to do any funny business perse, he quickly added after suggesting that. So after him paying for your food, a car ride, and some more flirting, you two were standing in front of his apartment complex. You looked up at it in awe, seeing it must have cost a nice amount of money…

“You live…here?” You ask, almost in denial that this was where Yoongi lived.

He was searching for his keys as the two of you head inside. “What? I’ve been working hard.” He said nonchalantly as he noticed your wide eyes. And that’s when you realized…Yoongi didn’t live in an apartment, this was a penthouse. “Don’t forget, when you were still in college, I was starting to create a name for myself, so this just didn’t happen in one two three. And it’s not the biggest around, so no need to be so in shock.”

“But still!” You didn’t care if it wasn’t the biggest or the most luxurious, it was still something you could never afford with your café money. The two of you took the elevator to the seventh floor and you couldn’t hide your amazement at Yoongi’s living space. “No wonder girls like to spend the night with you.” You said without putting much thought behind it.

He just scoffed. “Are you saying my wonderful personality isn’t enough for them?”

You rolled your eyes and smirked. “I bet it is.”

Yoongi opened his front door, letting you into his penthouse. “Ladies first.” You stepped your first foot in and already were impressed by how nice it looked inside. It was decorated with a lot of dark and wood undertones, but you didn’t expect anything else from him. You awkwardly stood in his living room, waiting for him to say “Please, take a seat. Make yourself at home.” You carefully sat down on his sofa, watching Yoongi walk over to his liquor cabinet, and pour a drink both for him and you. He walked back to you with two glasses in his hand. “Drink up, It’ll help you loosen up.” He said as he handed over the alcoholic drink. “So tell me, how has y/n’s life been doing ever since she and Min Yoongi broke up.” Yoongi placed down the liquor bottle and placed himself next to you, nonchalantly putting his arms around your shoulders.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his weird way of asking that. “Well-” You spoke “After graduating, I just continued working at the café. And to be honest, I really enjoy it there. I’ve even been considering opening one myself, but first I need to do some more research and save up some more money to do that.”

“So you tell me, all those nights you were busy studying instead of going out, were all for a bachelor you ended up not using?” He teased. “So all those nights you could’ve been spending the night with me-”

“Augh, shut up!” You interrupted.

Yoongi laughed before taking another sip from his drink. “I’m joking, getting a bachelor’s degree in the first place is really impressive. And I’m just happy you found something that you like doing.”

“Thank you.” You smile, circling your finger on the rim of the glass. “I see your music producing has gotten you far.”

Yoongi always stayed humble. “I just got lucky, it took me a while to get here.”

“I’m not surprised though, you always had talent. I think it was just a matter of time for you to be successful.” When you said that, you spoke from the heart. On Yoongi’s free days, he would spend the night at your dorm, making you listen to whatever draft he had worked on that day. You always loved it, no matter if it was a biased opinion or not. You just felt confident he was meant to be successful.

“Is that why you’re back?” He teased. “I always knew you were a gold digger.”

“Augh-“ You playfully sighed. “You know that’s not true.” You took another sip from your drink, noticing yourself getting more lightheaded. “Does that occur often? Girls just wanting you for your money?”

“No, this all just happened recently. They are always impressed though.” Another sip. “Besides, I don’t have enough to be someone’s sugar daddy, if that’s what you’re thinking about.”

“You’ve made yourself quite the subject around the girls I know.”

“Did I?” You smirked, not because he felt proud about being the number one topic in Jia’s friend group, but more out of sheer curiosity. “Tell me more.”

“Well, especially Jia. One time she was even telling me about how great the size of your dick was.” A sign of you getting more and more intoxicated by the minute, was the fact you started to say everything unfiltered. “It drove me nuts, especially because I could imagine every single detail she described.” You said with a look of disgust. “Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.” You say, turning to Yoongi with wide eyes and your hand covering your mouth.

However, he found this rather amusing. “No, no, it’s fine. Please, continue.” He chuckled. “Didn’t expect I was such a hot topic.”

“She also told me some of her friends had done the deed with you. Can’t believe you.” You said with rolling eyes before emptying your glass. “They talk about you in a way that I could never imagine.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“They act as if you’re this sex god or something.” You say with a confused expression on your face. “I’ve heard them talk about you once and I never knew people could say such filthy things in one sitting. You really got them wrapped around your finger, I got to give you that.”

Yoongi just laughed, a bit embarrassed to be honest. He noticed your face getting redder by the minute, and not because you were embarrassed, but because of the alcohol. “Your mind probably thinks, fuck, not that bastard again.” He said jokingly, even though he knew there was some truth behind it.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Initially, it does.” Your smile faded into a softer one as you reminisce about the former version of Yoongi. “But then I think about how you were in high school. That sweet boy in the back of the class who was even too shy to ask me out.” The smile Yoongi noticed appearing on your face made him feel appreciated, since now he knew how you really thought about him whenever his name got mentioned. “I only started to think you were a bastard after we broke up the first time.”

Yoongi just scoffed as he took another sip of his drink. “That’s when it all went south.” He laughed. “I guess I’ll have to show you the best of me from now on.” He teased as he eyed down your glass, noticing the lack of liquor left in it. “Should I pour more for you?”

You happily nodded as you handed him your glass. “Yes please!” He just smiled as he went back to his cabinet to fill your glass for round two. You just studied Yoongi’s anatomy as he was pouring the drink. How his shirt accentuated his back muscles, how broad his shoulders became as he got older, or how beautiful his long black hair was. What a sight to be seen. Yoongi turned back around, handing back your drink as he sat down next to you, in the same position as before. He took another sip from his drink, something obviously gnawing on his conscious.

That’s when he decided to ask it. “How are things between you and Jungkook?”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy whenever Jungkook’s name got mentioned in conversations. Especially since you got together with Jungkook after the break up with Yoongi…“Good, we’re best friends now.” But you noticed the weird look Yoongi gave you after you gave your answer. “What?”

“Nothing.” He quickly said to shrug off any suspicion. “Why did you guys break up though?”

“Eh, it’s my turn to ask a question now” You didn’t want to keep talking about Jungkook anymore, especially when it came to Yoongi. Why would you want to be honest about your emotions?

Yoongi was a bit taken aback by your reaction. “Didn’t know we were taking turns. But all right, go ahead.”

You felt your heartbeat increase by the question that was lingering in your head. “How many other girls are you seeing beside me.”

Yoongi moved a bit closer to you. “Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?” He said he locked his eyes onto yours, noticing the seriousness on your face. “Well, that’s private.”

Your eyebrows frowned as he said that. “Private?!” You said baffled.

“Hmh? What? Aren’t you the one being secretive about us too?” He asked in the most unserious tone.

“fine”

He chuckled before emptying his glass as well. “Now, back to my former question. Why did you two break up?”

“Uhm.” The thing was, no matter how much alcohol you drank, there was no way in hell that you could tell him the real reason you broke up with Jungkook. Oh, I quickly discovered that he was just a rebound and that I was actually still in love with you. But when I wanted to get back together, you were already busy fucking half the girls of the town. So I just came to the conclusion we weren’t meant to be to start with. Yeah right. t“We just didn’t match.”

“That’s all?”

“Yup.”

Yoongi would’ve believed you if you said that statement in full confidence. But the mixture of you waiting too long to respond and saying your sentence with hesitation made it very clear to him that there was something you weren’t telling him. But he also knew he wasn’t going to get it out of you tonight. “Alright then.”

After your second glass, you realized you really shouldn’t have had another one. Because unsurprisingly enough, you couldn’t really handle alcohol that well. “Can you kiss me now though? I’ve been dying for you to give me another one but without much success.” You tried to say in your most seductive tone, but due to your drunkenness, it came out a bit funny.

“So needy all of a sudden, huh?”

“Hmh, kissy kiss please.” You pouted your lips like a fish as you leaned into Yoongi to plant one on him.

Yoongi frowned his brows as he suddenly backed away from you, a sinister smirk formed on his lips. “Wait, are you drunk already?” He said bewildered, not believing anyone could easily get that drunk.

You scoffed. “You’re a silly man with silly questions. I don’t think I am. Which means we can take this further, right tiger?” Stroking your index finger from his chest to just above his groin.

He shook his head in disbelief. “Alright, You’re drunk y/n”

“Maybe a little.”

“Well, I’m not, so there won’t be any funny business tonight.” You suddenly felt the touch of his hands around your wrist, holding your hand back from touching him any further.

“Heh!” You couldn’t believe it. “But you know I like to fuck when I’m drunk.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile out of embarrassment, not expecting you to have said that. Min Yoongi being a bit shy? “I know, but it’s weird when I’m sober.”

“But I’ve been dying to kiss you, touch you, fuck you.” You leaned in even closer to Yoongi, the distance between your faces being minimal, hoping this would reel him in.

But to your disappointment, it didn’t work. “I’m flattered, really, but don’t worry I won’t be going anywhere soon.”

You pouted, your heart aching from the idea that he didn’t want to touch you. How dare he. “Can we just hug then?”

“Hugging is fine.”

You quickly wrapped your arms around Yoongi, pressing your cheek against his chest, appreciating the softness of his shirt. You were listening to his heartbeat as if it were a lullaby. With every thump the relaxer you got. “I haven’t spoken to you for three years and it feels like yesterday we were together.” You mumbled.

“Weird huh?” He said softly.

Something in you wanted to tell him you missed him, but your little heart couldn’t get itself to do it. It would’ve made you too vulnerable and you didn’t want to ruin this moment to speak up about your complicated feelings for Yoongi. It could mean absolutely nothing to him, but you were just happy to be able to lay in his arms tonight. Cause after tonight, you knew he was just going to the next girl on his list. But the sudden feeling of his thumb caressing your arm as he held you made your eyes water. He wasn’t talking, just watching admiring you. The silence felt far from awkward. It was more comforting than something else.

You felt your eyelids getting heavy though. “Would you have a problem with me if I fell asleep right now?”

Yoongi chuckled, not surprised you were already going to crash. “Of course not”

“We’ll the chance of that happening is very high.” You mumbled. “Why do you smell so good.” You said it as if it was a bad thing. Which for you kind of was, because it made you crave for more of him. You looked up to him and when his eyes met yours, a smile appeared on your face out of reflex. “You’re so beautiful.”

The moment you said that, you saw Yoongi’s features soften up. His eyebrows turned into a pleading kind of expression, his eyes twinkling and his mouth slightly open. “Oh y/n…” He said as if his heart was hurting.

“What?”

He let out a defeated sigh as he tucked a strand of your hand behind your ear. “Nothing. I’m just happy to see you again.” You saw his pupils move from one place to another as he was examining your face like a work of art. “Maybe we should head to bed.”

“Ooh, we?” You teased, still trying to get him to do all those things he said he would over the phone.

“Come on.” He moved up from his seat, reaching his hand for you to take it, which you did in seconds, of course. He led you to his bedroom, seeing how luxurious it looked, making you even madder he didn’t want to do anything with you tonight. “I’ll give you my shirt to sleep in.” He walked over to his closet, grabbed a black shirt, and handed it to you.

You accepted it in full grace, happy to be wearing his clothes again. He used to do this as well when you came to his place three years ago. It almost felt like a privilege. “Turn around though.”

“Are you serious?” Yoongi said appalled, almost sounding offended. Not because he really wanted to see you naked or something, but rather because he had seen you naked multiple times, Hoseok’s party excluded. But he just guessed because it had been a long time, you had lost that comfort in him.

“Yes, this is very exclusive content!” You pouted. Yes, you knew Yoongi had already seen every little crevice of your body, but because of his abundance of experience, you became a bit insecure.  

“I’ll go ahead and brush my teeth already then.” He said, respecting your needs.

“Oh, I don’t have a toothbrush.”

“One night won’t ruin your dental hygiene.”

As Yoongi headed inside his bathroom, you quickly changed into his shirt. You were blushing to yourself, feeling rather proud to be able to wear his shirts. I hope no other girl has worn this. A moment later you were lying down on his bed, quickly realizing the sheets smelled like Yoongi. You really were on Cloud 9. After a few minutes, he came back wearing only a pair of briefs. Even though you’ve seen his chest multiple times, you still were too timid to look, making you turn your head to the side. “What’s the matter? First time seeing a bare-chested man?” He said sarcastically

“I’m feeling violated.”

He placed himself next to you, hovering over you. “Next time you’ll be drinking the weak stuff first and I’ll just drink the hard stuff myself, lightweight.” He gently grabbed your face and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Then we can get drunk at the same pace, how about that?”

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss on the lips. “Sounds like a great idea.” This felt weird. This whole night felt weird. Not because of you or Yoongi in particular. But because it all felt like weird déjà vu. “Alright, goodnight y/n.” He said before turning off the light

“Goodnight Yoongi.” You rubbed your face against the pillow, creating a little malt to fit your face nicely to sleep in. The sudden feeling of his arm snaking around your waist almost made you cry. He pulled you a bit closer, feeling his heartbeat against your back. You smiled. Cause tonight, you were his and his only.

“Don’t kiss me I have morning breath.” When you found yourself in Yoongi’s arms, and a painful headache, the next morning, you realized how bad of a combo you and alcohol are.

Yoongi chuckled before leaning in closer to you. “Like I care Besides, yesterday you were very persistent on me kissing you.” He teased with a smirk.

“I talk a bit too much when I’m tipsy.” You pouted as you felt Yoongi’s lips on your neck.

“Tipsy?” He teased.

“Shut up.” You sat up straight, stretching your body to wake yourself up. “I can’t stay long though, I have to be at work at 12.” Your heart was feeling sad you had to leave already.

Yoongi sat straight as well. “It’s fine, I have a meeting in the afternoon, so I couldn’t stay either,” He gently grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. “unfortunately.” Yoongi moved up from his bed, stretching at well. “Let me take a quick shower before I drop you off.”

However, you did not hear that last sentence Yoongi just said. Because Yoongi was indeed, a healthy man. And healthy men would occasionally get morning wood. It was not your fault it distracted you for a minute. You quickly moved your eyes away from his clothed erection and decided to keep your focus strictly on Yoongi’s face. “Sorry, what?”

Yoongi smirked at the sight of you being flustered. “I said I was going to take a quick shower, but it seems that you were a bit distracted.”

“Just go shower, please!”

Yoongi just shook his head in disbelief. “You’re a lot of talk when you’re drunk, but sober you’re such a pussy.” He said before closing the door behind him. During Yoongi’s shower, you put back on your own clothes as you heard the shower head running. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, noticing the rubbed-out mascara that made you look like a raccoon. You tried your best to tame your hair but without much luck. You heard a notification noise coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t from your phone. Curiosity got the best of you, so you quickly took a glimpse at the text Yoongi received.

[09:21] Eunha: Yoongi~ I hope tonight is still on. I haven’t heard from you yet so I’m getting worried ㅠㅠ

The urge to text her back yourself to tell you that he was busy with someone else, was immense. But you just bit your tongue and ignored it. It was the universe telling you that you were, indeed, not special. Being Yoongi’s one and only was too good to be true. You just sighed, laying back down and trying your best to get your mind out of the gutter. After a few minutes of waiting, Yoongi was done with his shower and decided to come out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. You really are testing me, aren’t you? You took a little peak, before covering your eyes with your arms, making Yoongi chuckle. “You can look you know? I don’t mind.”

“I feel more comfortable likes this.”

His lips left a little ‘tsk’ sound as he started to get dressed, telling you after a few minutes it was safe to open your eyes again. You sat up from the bed, smiling innocently at Yoongi as if you didn’t want him to rearrange your guts yesterday, but now you were chickening out. “y/n-” You hear Yoongi whisper, making you turn your body to him. You felt his hands creep onto your waist as he leaned in a bit. “Before we go, can I just…” He pulled your body closer to his, making you hold onto his shoulders as he gently pressed you against the door. You could feel his breath against your lips, waiting for a second before pressing his lips against yours, his lips slowly moving against yours. A rush of excitement went through your body by Yoongi’s sudden need for you. You could feel his hand squeezing your breast as if he had been waiting for the opportunity to do so, making you let out a small wince. His lips left yours and a grin painted his face. “Alright, let’s go.” You weren’t sure what just happened, or why he suddenly had the need to do that. You’d be lying if it didn’t leave you wanting more, but neither of you had the time for it anymore. Making you think he did this on purpose.

After the two of you left his apartment, he drove you back home, which didn’t take that long. Conveniently enough, his house was that far from yours. After holding the door for you again and walking up to your front door, you couldn’t believe this was already over. “Thanks for last night, I really had fun.” You said before opening the door.

“So did I.” He smiled before it turned into a slight grin. “Now that you stopped pretending you don’t want to see me, how about I come over to pick you up this Friday?”

Suddenly, the text from that girl named Eunha popped into your head, altering your answer. “I’ll think about it.” You said with a hint of sadness.

Yoongi leaned in closer, holding your waist for a second before planting another kiss on your lips. “Let me know, okay? See you soon y/n.” He smiled before letting go of you. You watch him drive off before heading into your home, leaning against the door as soon as it’s closed. But when you caught yourself being a little bit too smiley, you mentally slapped yourself out of it. Don’t do this to yourself No, you weren’t going to fall in love with him again. No matter how nice he would be to you. He was an upper-fuckboy and you should know better. You were just another one in his long contact list of girls. So tonight you made a promise to yourself. The moment you started to catch feelings for Yoongi, you would cut him out of your life.

Simple.

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[lucabyte]

On the subject of your recent post, do you have any ways to come up with interests/dislikes for your characters? Cause usually characters pop up for me with a personality and background for why they’re Like That and I can vaguely find what they’d like and don’t by tossing them into scenarios and seeing how they respond, but I usually have a way harder time extending that into things like what they’d do in their free time

!! Okay this is something where like, I have trouble with this too? Coming up with what they do on the day-to-day.

I think I mostly try not to sweat this stuff until it's relevant (at which point I'll put myself on the spot and really logic it out. I know recently I was digging into different university timetables for Lavender's subject of Horticulture, which I mostly did by checking out forums like thestudentroom & going on uni websites)

But yeah, no I think I'm a similar way. I can come up with a core for a guy, how they act and then throw them at a bunch of interests or scenarios without having to think too hard.

Generally, though, the process of giving them Interests is an iterative one where I claw outwards from the core Joke or Concept-- Like going from that to related concepts, and then flipping those concepts to find opposites or tangents that feel like they bear fruit. Like a fashion-forward character could be into customisation, or thrifting- or go tangential and say they also enjoy fashion dolls, and then from there go into real life fashion doll wikis for inspiration, then like... Maybe they like horses from those going hand in hand, or maybe they have a complete inverse of hating fashion dolls due to [find a specific pet peeve they have]?

(or, just go wikidiving and play a game of 'ok i have to assign this thing i just found to SOMEONE. who does it fit?')

But as for like. What they *do* with that hobby.... So this is a weakness of mine-- Like I tend to just hope that until I get around to them, it's not *obvious* that characters are lacking Internal Activity Timetables. But whenever I do get around to trying to flesh it out I usually just go hard in on research. This usually means checking out personal blogs of people who have those hobbies, or looking into what jobs entails (THIS PART SUCKS TO RESEARCH SO BAD. hate it). (LIKE FR RESEARCHING FOR CHROME'S MUSIC CAREER IS KILLING ME THE RABBIT HOLE KEEPS GOING LET ME OUT)

Reddit is genuinely not the *worst* place for this-- Stuff like hobbydrama will give you a glance into the shape that some people's lives take in really odd ways. Like you can trace back how people must've gotten into that scenario.

But figuring out a character's like job/student status and how much time must be made up of stuff like that can help.

It doesn't help that as an artist my own "what do i do in my free time" is a lot of sitting on the computer and drawing -_-;;; So i'm not the best model for it all.

I do have some characters that intentionally do jackall though so I try to write them to be different to characters who have internal lives that just haven't been fleshed out yet LOL. (Which I did by giving them the like... Handful of 'hobbies' those scary Whole Ass Adults will have to the exclusion of any actual joy. Just implying they let a lot of the day pass them by without doing much.)

But yeah no don't feel like that you're the only one that struggles here. And I fear the main solution here is researching and reading about the lives of real people and just trying to transfer that knowledge. (I'd love some quick fixes if anybody else has them but I feel like theremay not be many LOL)