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jellycrusher · 10 months

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Fangirl pt. 6

INITIALLY POSTED ON MY FORMER PAGE: bts-teaspoonff

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x backupdancer!reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 8.1K

Warnings: slight angst, minor character death, implied PTSD, panic attack

Taglist: @nochujeonjk @i-like-puppy-mg @miyochan@satotakeru14 @boba-tea1206 @blimpintime @kodzuskook @fangirl125reader @xicanacorpse

PARTS: masterlist... 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

You’re back at your apartment, staring blankly at the ceiling as you lay down on the floor of your living room trying to contemplate what just happened today. It was supposed to be a free day for you but so far, everything is so crazy. You shrill as you curl yourself into ball, rolling to the side, as you recall all the events that had happened today.

From Hoseok attending your class then driving you back to BigHit, to standing in that recording booth listening to their voices as they mutter your name. What in the world did you do in your past life to receive all this happiness?

You pull your bag from the table above you to the floor where you’re laying down. You stare at the brand new purple phone inside your bag. Jiyong handed it out to you when you asked for a copy of the message. You did refuse it at first but when Jiyong mentioned Namjoon specifically told him that there’s absolutely no way he’ll let you refuse their gift. You raise the phone towards the ceiling as you flip it to closely examine the phone. You let your fingers brush on the small and subtle BTS logo on its backside.

“What did I do to be this lucky?” You unlocked the phone for the first time and almost dropped the phone on your face, taken aback at the silly wallpaper that appeared out of the blue. It looks like Taehyung took the selfie, with him and Jin in the front while Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook, in the middle row, were all adorably trying to push forward as if fighting for a bigger space in the selfie. RM and Yoongi were behind the other boys being so casual about it. You chuckle so loud looking at Yoongi in the selfie. It must have taken a lot of persuasion from the boys for him to join.

You browse your phone to find the recorded message. After a few minutes, you finally found it saved as a widget on your menu screen. You click to play it on loudspeaker and pressed the phone on your chest as you anticipate to hear them once more.

[All 00:01]

Hello y/n, we are BTS!

[Taehyung 00:04]

Surprise! On behalf of our favorite sound engineer, Jiyong, we give you this one of a kind voice message from us, your favorite group in the world.

[Jin 00:14]

He told me he’s terrified of you when you’re angry…… What?…. Jiyong is telling the boys that I’m lying. Don’t believe what he says. Jiyong has a sister complex, guys.

[RM 00:25]

Hyung, don’t bully Jiyong unless you also want to give him an apology message

[Jin 00:31]

I’m just joking. Jiyong adores you. I can attest to that because he won’t stop bragging you to us even before you have worked here. I almost feel like I’m your close friend with how much he talks about you

[Yoongi 00:43]

As expected, this message is now getting chaotic. Should we get to our main point?

[Jimin 00:49]

Right! We actually suggested if Jiyong could instead give you a signed album but he admitted that you already have ALL our albums. Most of them being signed albums so I guess there’s no point in giving you an extra copy?

[Jungkook 01:05]

So Taehyung, being a genius, asked us if we could record this message and sing a few parts of our songs just for you.

[J-hope 01:10]

For our number one fan, we’ll sing for you right here. Every time you hear this, imagine that we’re singing in front of you.

[RM 01:17]

Enjoy our little gift! And can you please assure Jiyong that you’re not angry with him? He really looks like a terrified and sad little puppy

[Jin 01:29]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA look at Jiyong

A few more seconds, they started singing Butterfly. How many times have you played this song on repeat? You can’t even remember anymore. Listening to them sing it ‘live’ to you through this recorded message still gives off the same raw emotional performance compared from the studio version.

Jiyong must have suggested them to sing Butterfly. You may have mentioned him once before that this song was significant to you but no one really knows the reason for it. At first, Jiyong thought that it’s just simply your favorite song from BTS but soon after, he realized that maybe you thought of your parents based on the message of the song.

You didn’t try to explain anything to him even when he opened the topic of your parents. You just let him think that the reason why this song is significant for you is because, as stated in the song’s message, it expresses your fear of losing someone represented by a butterfly.

It’s actually much deeper than that. You actually thought of yourself whenever you hear this song. Yes, both you and Jiyong lost your parents. However, you also lost a part of yourself after the accident. It took you years to recover yourself back from the trauma.

It was late at night when your parents were driving, along with you as a passenger, back to the house. They argued for just a few seconds as you observe them quietly from the back seat, then an upcoming skidding truck blinded all of you with its glaring front lights. When you opened your eyes, you were already upside down hanging by the seatbelt. Smell of gas was eerily present as you see the front of the car totaled along with your parents, making you the only survivor. Silence in that dark tunnel was terrifying.

Jiyong wasn’t in the car when it happened. Fortunately, he was staying back at home with your grandparents because he was sick that night.

Both you and Jiyong quickly became the talk of the village. There has never been a horrific accident in the history of your town. A drunk driver collided with the car that your family had been in, killing everyone but you. High School Orphans and only your grandparents now to take care of you and your twin brother. You had to show a brave front for your brother. You may be twins but you acted the big sister role most of the time and had to constantly comfort Jiyong through the pain of losing your parents.

However, the guilt of surviving alone and the horrifying image of your parents constantly fights your sanity. You had to be strong for Jiyong but as a young girl at that time, you did crave for a figure to not just comfort you but also help you get up.

When you heard Butterfly years after the accident, you understood it very well. In the lyrics, there’s also a hint of trying to save someone before they do something they regret or something they won’t come back from. When you listen to the song, it felt like there’s two of you. The you who is trying very hard to hold on is singing the lyrics to the you who is on the verge of letting go.

The lyrics can be interpreted as losing someone you love. It can be an ex-partner, friend, or loved one. For you, it was yourself. Losing yourself. That’s what you were afraid of and fought really hard to not make that happen.

That’s the main reason you became their fan. The complexity of their lyrics always seems to pull the unspoken words from you.

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“Here’s an orange juice from me!” Taehyung props down the cold drink in front of Jiyong and sits down on a chair beside him, eyes still glued on Jiyong like a puppy.

“How about Pad Thai from your favorite Thai place?” Jimin joined them as he offers it and sits on the other side opposite to Taehyung.

“I’m sure he’ll choose mine. Hamburg steak with cheese and additional sauce.” Jungkook stood behind Jiyong, towering him as he leans in and puts down the food in front of Jiyong.

“I’m telling you guys I can’t give it to you. She’ll kill me for sure this time.” Jiyong whined as he kick his legs from frustration. He wants to accept the food bribery but he knows that if he give what the three adorable troublemakers are asking from him, an apology message from BTS won’t save him again from you.

“You used our song for her cover. I guess we have a right to listen to it or even have a copy of it.” Taehyung pouts followed by adamant nods from Jimin and Jungkook.

When you were with Jiyong in the small recording studio, the three of them were actually just outside the door along with Hoseok trying to eavesdrop waiting for a reaction from you. They were actually surprised when Jiyong suggested that you try to sing to their song just to let off steam. Jungkook and Taehyung can’t seem to stop snickering when they heard you two siblings teasing each other through the intercom because you insisted Jiyong not to hit the record button when you start singing.

When Jiyong asked you what songs you would like to sing, you declared to sing short covers to Promise, Still With You and Snow Flower, granting gasps from the three song owners sneaking outside. Taehyung actually choked a bit from his own saliva, not expecting you to sing his song.

The four of them were all listening in as you were singing in the booth the whole time. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were absorbed especially when it was their song that you’re singing. J-hope was also amazed and surprised. Not only you were one heck of a dancer but an amazing singer as well. Your talents could bring other idols that they know to shame.

After you were done and left the recording studio, they all rushed inside to ask Jiyong if he did record it all. To their surprise, Jiyong recorded it all but of course, he did it without you knowing. Since then, the boys have been asking and bribing Jiyong to send them a copy of the music file.

“I helped you by suggesting the personal recorded message. Can I have a copy of her cover please?” Taehyung pleaded with his doe eyes. Jiyong, now closely surrounded by the maknae line, contemplates whether the risk of being chopped to pieces by you is worth it.

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Inside the practice room, every other dancer is busy dancing their butts off. You lean back on your hands spread behind you as you quietly observe your other fellow dancers practicing in front of the mirror. With the purple phone in your other hand, you gripped it tightly as you let your breathing slowly normalize just after finishing your solo dance practice. Sounds of stomping and shoe skidding on the floor echoed in the practice room as everyone pushed through the hectic schedule for the day.

Tomorrow is the team’s MT or three day team-building event that’s got everyone in a tight schedule for today to, at least, finish any preparations that could be done and present the couple dance routines in front of BTS along with the choreographers.

BTS and the main choreographers later entered the practice room and soon the dance routine presentation started. You’re last to present along with your dance partner, Taeyang, the couple dance routine you’ve finished. When it was finally your turn, Taeyang quickly stood and offered to help you up off the floor. You have danced in front of the boys and the choreographers countless of times but why does it still feel like you’re dancing to be evaluated and be listed off the team.

The other boys quickly took notice of your newfound closeness with your dance partner and they weren’t entirely comfortable seeing you smile so sweetly at him. Hoseok were glaring at Taeyang’s hand as they landed snugly on your hips to turn you into place. The three younger members were sneaking stares like a hawk.

They all knew that one of them is gonna dance with you to this song eventually but seeing you be this touchy and close to another man ignited something in them. Unsure whether it was jealousy but they convinced themselves that it might just be the feeling of protectiveness since Jiyong had told them again and again to keep an eye out for you.

Yoongi’s full attention today was not really on any dancers nor the dance routines. He knew the inevitable obvious choice, which is to give anyone from the dance line the solo dance spot. The only dance routines he gave his attention to, not caring entirely though, was the dance routine for a member with three or two dancers. He glanced at his other members and sees Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok sitting up straight and anticipating you to start dancing with your male partner.

The second the music started, the four members on the dance line were entirely absorbed on watching ahead. Without needing words, Yoongi knew that the four of them are hungrily vying for the solo dance part. What he didn’t know was that the four of them were only thinking of the opportunity to finally have a chance to share the stage with you. The way your male partner danced to the music along with you, to the tunes of Without Me by Halsey, had them hungry for the coveted spot.

Taeyang, your dance partner, carefully lands his hands on your hips and it travels down to your leg as you lean into him with your head back. Catching everyone’s eye at the intimate and almost sultry dance step, especially Yoongi. A few sneaky gulps occurred amongst them. You were completely engrossed in the music with movements completely fluid and expressions purely enchanting everyone.

You were naïve to the scorching gazes and unfamiliar desire from the 7 members. Yoongi along with Jin and RM were now determined to insert themselves in the competition amongst the group for the solo dance part. All of them quickly exchanged looks the moment you finished dancing and the music stopped. No words were spoken but all of them understood that each of them definitely wanted the opportunity to share the stage with you more than the coveted chance to dance solo.

You held your water bottle tightly while you quench your thirst. You eye out to the side as the main choreographers were busy talking to each other and to some of the dancers. Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook were also busy talking to their managers at the other side of the room.

“I see that you’re putting our gift to good use.” You almost choke on your water at the sudden voice behind you.

“Namjoon? Don’t scare me like that” You cough. Finishing his cup of water, he slowly walked to your side. You quickly notice Yoongi’s head popping out from Namjoon’s side. “Hello to you two.” Namjoon cheekily grins and Yoongi smiled with his lips closed.

“He said you’re putting our gift to good use.” Yoongi slightly leans forward, whispering. You glanced at him and quickly looked at the purple phone you’re tightly holding in your other hand beside you.

Quickly after realizing that the two of them were eyeing your phone, you stammer while you took a step closer. “You really didn’t have to give me this. I tried to refuse it but Jiyong told me that you insisted that I accept it. Also, your other gift was unexpected but thank you. I appreciate it.” You smile nervously at the two of them, hiding the fact that you don’t just appreciate the recorded message but it meant the world to you. Obviously, you won’t admit that.

“We did thought of giving you a portable drive for the message but I remembered that I did ruin your phone so I suggested that to them. For that I’m sorry.” Namjoon rubs the back of his head.

Yoongi tries to join in the conversation, placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Have you tried exploring your phone? Checked the apps that we have pre-downloaded for you?” Your eyes widen at Yoongi’s sudden questions, followed by a shake of your head. “We did. You might want to check it out.”

Both of them stare at you as you give them a dazed look. The hand beside you that has your phone slowly creeps its way up but the sudden presence of a hand halting your hand surprised you.

“Um… Maybe check it later when you’re alone.” Yoongi faces the other way, hand still around your wrist. He thought that maybe by looking away, you won’t notice the faint tinge of pink on his cheeks as he recall what surprise he left for you in your phone.

He slowly released your hand, aware of the sudden contact with you and the presence of a crowd in the room. Your eyes still glued to him, you did notice his effort to hide his bashfulness. You try to hold in your giggle at how Yoongi suddenly looked so adorable and it made you much more curious to check your phone. You remind yourself to definitely check what’s up with your new phone the moment the practice session is done.

By the time you realized your work for today is done, you search for the boys in the room but discovered that they might have left the room ahead of the choreographers and some staff. Most of the dancers were also eager to call it a day. Must be because of the Team MT tomorrow.

As the youngest of the new female dance team, you have always offered to be the last to stay and clean up the practice room. It comes as a shock to you that your dance partner Taeyang offered to stay behind to help you tidy up the room. While you may have gotten a lot closer with him, interactions with him outside of dance practice is still a bit awkward.

You sneak in a glance from the other side of the room as he busies himself with turning off all the electronic equipments while you tidy up the corner from the other side of the practice room. To distract yourself from being antsy at the awkwardness between you, you take out your phone from pocket to try and check the apps that Yoongi mentioned.

“Our dance a while ago was amazing.” Your voice got caught up in your throat when you suddenly heard his voice. He was still bending down, not looking at you, reaching for something behind the sound system. Almost instantly, you stood straight up at his compliment to hide the fact that you were glancing at him. Finally facing you, he says “Your moves were amazing. You really do transform when it’s time to perform just as the others say.”

“Thank you. I’m still lacking but I hope I did good as your partner.” you say as you put your phone back in your pocket.

Something about his gaze as he walks up to you made you avoid eye contact, bashful from the compliment. He slowly closes the distance between the two of you and you were so sure he was going to stop in front of you. You find yourself sighing when he just walked past you, to the water dispenser behind you.

“And thank you for staying and helping me clean up today.” You weren’t sure why you were so suddenly aware at how awkward this is turning out. Taeyang have complimented you before during practices but somehow, the change of timbre in his voice slightly made you nervous and hyperaware of the fact that you’re alone with him.

“Anytime, y/n.” You turn to him when you saw a smile slightly obstructed by the rim of the paper cup as he drink up a cup of water. “Too bad I’m just a stand-in for that solo dance.”

You barely caught what your dance partner had just said so you thought to try and ask him to repeat then a sudden sound of the door opening startling both you and Taeyang, your phone almost slipping from your hands. Your breath catches and you smile so wide it could almost reach your ears as you recognize the figure slowly coming up to you. Despite not having really spent a lot of time with Jin, his presence is a huge relief to break the sense of awkwardness filling your chest. You find your shoulders relax as you see him greet you with a smile.

Jin was also confused when he saw that you were alone with Taeyang in the room. He hides his discomfort at the sight but seeing how your face lit up when he came into the room, he let the thought pass and kept his face neutral despite wanting to grin at how adorable you looked when you smiled at him.

“Jiyong asked me to get you.” Jin says, still glancing at Taeyang drinking his cup of water behind you.

“He could’ve just texted me. That lazy guy.” You hiss and then turned to Taeyang to bid goodbye.

“See you tomorrow then?” Taeyang pats your head and turns to his bag. You excused yourself from Jin to run and get your bag from the far end of the room. By the time you walked back beside Jin, Taeyang have already left the room.

“I didn’t know you and Taeyang were that close already.” Jin queries. He wants to press on further especially after seeing Taeyang comfortably touched your head but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s nosy. You and Jin were still acquaintances but with his closeness with Jiyong, you almost feel like a younger sister to him.

“Can’t help it if we’re always practicing that solo dance routine almost everyday.” You explain. “But we haven’t really spent much time outside practice time. He’s just looking out for me since he’s kind of my dance mentor too.”

I don’t think it’s just that, he thinks to himself. He saw the way Taeyang looked at you today. He knew all the male dancers well and Jin never saw that kind of gaze from Taeyang directed at anyone. Not that he has any problems with Taeyang probably having feelings for you, he just repeats to himself that he’s looking out for you.

“So what does my lazy brother need from me to have asked you personally to come and get me?” You question him as you usher him out of the room while you turn off the lights and close the door.

“Oh that. He didn’t actually.” You look at him, confused with brows furrowed. “I was the one who actually needed to get you and come with me. I only used Jiyong’s name because Taeyang was there.”

“Come with you? To where?” Both you and Jin walked side by side along the hallway.

“We’re having a game night at our dorm and the boys wanted to invite you.” Jin informs you, still looking ahead. He wasn’t aware that you stopped walking when you heard what he just said.

“Wait, what, Me? Why me?” Jin heard your voice slightly go up and this made him turn quickly to his side, startling him to not see you beside him and rather, frozen a few feet behind him.

“We invited Jiyong as well but he’ll be late. He said he’s caught up with work.” Jin beams at you warmly as he tries to calm you down.

“Yeah but why me? I mean isn’t it too sudden for me to just barge in at your dorm?” You counter.

Surely, this is a big jump from the warm gesture from the voice message and new phone. You’re happy that they have thought of you to come on their game night but isn’t their dorm their personal private space?

“Jiyong has been a very good friend to us, almost like family and we all wanted to make an effort to get to know you as well. We usually invite him to the dorm whenever we can and I think he would be happy if you’ll be there too.” For a moment, Jin thought it would be a good idea to just use Jiyong’s name as an excuse to invite you because he knew that you would be uncomfortable if it was just them inviting you. In reality, his other members have already suggested to invite you even before he got the chance to suggest it to them.

“I want to get to know all of you more as well. I’m just shocked that you all think the same way. Excuse me but I won’t deny anymore that I’ve been a huge fan for a long time. I’m sure you know that well by now.” You gripped the strap of your bag tightly and your nervous state didn’t go unnoticed by Jin. Your heart is racing a hundred beats a second at just hearing him invite you to their dorm.

“I’m just glad that Jiyong’s twin sister is our fan and not an anti. It would’ve been hard for us to befriend you if that was the case.” He chuckles. Your heart is full at Jin’s effort to lighten up the mood. “Come on. I’m going to buy food for the troublemakers at home. Yoongi will be cooking for us tonight but Taehyung and Jungkook texted me to get extras.” He pats your shoulder

A little extra time to get to know them wouldn’t hurt. It could actually help you a lot with the solo dance routine. You wouldn’t want to perform badly just because you’re not comfortable and awkward with your partner. Thinking back when you first danced to the song with Taeyang, it just looked so wrong and you couldn’t convey the dance properly. It’s a blessing in disguise to get to be close to them this way but you wouldn’t refuse such a scrumptious offer.

You were grateful for Jin’s effort to lift up your mood during the drive back to their dorm. Sometimes, you would tightly grip the seatbelt in front of your chest and fall quiet. He would suddenly pull out ridiculous puns that would bring out the most un-ladylike laugh from you. To distract yourself, you insisted to be the one to get off the car and pick up the order from a restaurant.

Your breathing gets ragged and eyes unfocused the longer the drive went and the closer you get to the dorm. You think you might be sick with the way your stomach flips at the thought of 6 other people waiting for you.

You froze behind Jin as he ring the doorbell. There’s still a chance for me to run, you thought but was interrupted when you hear unintelligible chatter from at least 2 people on the other side of the door.

The door flew wide open and you were greeted by Taehyung and Jungkook. The two of them holding the doorknob with Taehyung slightly pinned beneath by Jungkook who seems to have jumped on his back. “You’re finally here!” Taehyung flashes his boxy grin at you.

Your eyes wandered behind the two of them as Namjoon’s head popped up from the end of the short hallway visible from the doorway. He raised his hand to wave to you and you waved back.

“Don’t crowd the lady and help me carry these to the kitchen.” Jin instructs them and instantly, Taehyung and Jungkook untangled themselves from each other and rushed to get the bags from Jin’s hands. You could almost hear Namjoon at the edge of the hallway teasingly smacking and scolding the two of them from overwhelming you when you arrived.

Jin was caught by surprise when you try to hold in your chortle, shoulders shaking at the sight of those two being scolded. He stood against the door allowing you to go in ahead of him and when he saw you hesitate a bit, he hums and say with a grin “Don’t worry, those kids won’t bite.”

You walked ahead further down the hallway, nervously treading every step. Finally, you get a clearer view of the inside of their dorm. Directly on your right, a huge glass chandelier adorns the ceiling complimenting the black and white interior of the spacious kitchen. A long wooden dining table in the middle. Across from the kitchen, an L-figure brown couch facing the huge flat screen occupies the living room. It feels weird seeing it upclose and personal after seeing glimpses of their dorm from online videos and their V-lives.

Sound of plastic bags rustling coming from the kitchen caught your attention. Taehyung and Jungkook were rushing to take out all the contents from the bag, drooling at the sight of the takeout you and Jin ordered. Yoongi was busy chopping up something with his back facing away from everyone. You take in the scrumptious smell filling up the room and almost instantly, your stomach grumbled.

Jin walked past you to mingle with the two boys. You see the back of Namjoon’s head as he sits quietly on the couch with a book in his hand. Unable to stay put, you hover towards the kitchen. Observing everyone as you make your way closer to Yoongi.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You ask as you examine the boiling pot on the stove while Yoongi continues to chop up what seems to be ingredients for a stew. The quiet and busy member seems so docile-looking compared to the cool and stoic Yoongi you always encounter at work. Sometimes, it even confuses you with how he’s hot and cold towards you.

“You’re our guest. It wouldn’t really look nice if we let you work for your food.” He continues to chop, head only slightly turning to your direction, eyeing you out from the corner of his eye.

You roll up your sleeves, ignoring Yoongi. “I’ll help you out. It’s the least I can do for the free invitation and besides, my cooking skill is highly commendable.” You carefully snatch the knife away from his hands. Yoongi, unable to stop you, stepped aside and glanced at Jin. Both of them chuckling at your persistence.

“I’ll take up on that offer but if our dinner turns out bad, I’m blaming you.” Yoongi teases.

“I have magic hands. I doubt it’ll go bad. It might even turn out a lot better now that I’m helping you.” You counter, chopping the vegetables at a much quicker pace than Yoongi.

Jin stares warmly at the two of you comically bantering while seated on the dining table. He had thought of reminding his younger members to do their best to make you comfortable but it surprises him to see you fitting in almost instantly. He smiles as you comfortably interact with Taehyung and Jungkook as they make their way to sneak in between you and Yoongi.

Come dinner time, Yoongi excused himself from the kitchen to get something from his room, leaving you alone. Might as well help him to plate and serve the food so you wandered around the kitchen, checking the cabinets for plates.

You don’t hear the footsteps entering the kitchen while you search the bottom cabinet. The member could only hear the sound of the plates clunking against each other and not aware of the person obstructed by the huge black kitchen counter.

“Hyung, it smells good.” You hear a groggy voice behind the other side of the kitchen counter while you take out a plate. You stood up and sees an equally surprised Jimin. You could tell that he just woke up from a nap, judging by his bedhead. “Y/n? Why are you in the kitchen? Aren’t you our guest?” He rubbed his eyes and quickly searched for the missing presence of Yoongi.

You were about to explain yourself but was interrupted by Yoongi, returning from his room as he answers for you. “More like she snatched my tools and insisted on helping me. She won’t budge.” He huffs as he takes his place back in the kitchen, helping you plate the food.

Jimin, still sleepy, quietly offered his help. Taking away the filled-up plates from your hands. Yoongi asked him to call the other members for dinner. One after another, the members take up their space in the long table. Jin noticed you standing timidly at the side not knowing where to sit as everyone continues to sit down. He calls your attention and pulls out an empty chair beside him. You automatically walk up beside him and sat down, observing everyone.

It didn’t take long before the dinner got a bit rowdy. It wasn’t difficult to warm up to them, the feeling of comfort almost feels so natural. Everyone was obviously famished from the practice a while ago so the food was almost devoured instantly just as dinner started.

The younger boys complimented the dinner non-stop and insisted that you regularly visit their Game Nights in exchange for your impressive culinary skill. Jungkook complained that whenever Jiyong would help in the kitchen, he could destroy whatever Yoongi would make. Yoongi attests to that but quickly protests and teased them for not appreciating his work in the kitchen.

Jimin and Hoseok insisted that they clean up the table, escorting you to the couch. You see Jungkook setting up his PS4 on the tv across you. Namjoon stepped over the couch from behind you taking his place on your left and Jin sits down beside you on your right.

“I guess we won’t keep you too late. You still have to pack for the MT tomorrow.” Jin turns to you, still observing you if you’re having a good time with them.

“I’m sure you love the idea that you get to go back to your hometown even if it’s for work.” Namjoon reaches for a pillow beside him, hugging it.

“Wait. Hometown?” your fingers froze just as you were fiddling with your phone.

“Me and Jimin hyung were so excited when we heard that this year’s MT is in Busan. If I remember correctly, Jiyong hyung told us that his hometown is Busan, right?” Jungkook cheekily stood up with a cord in his hand. You could see the obvious grin plastered on his face as he searched for Jimin’s figure in the kitchen.

You bite your lip as you nervously try your best to recall. Did you just forget about the MT entirely? You were sure that they announced the location for the MT earlier this morning. Maybe you were too nervous and occupied with the thought of having to present the dance routine in front of everyone that you completely forgot about the MT being in Busan.

You sigh and rubbed your temples. Why would you even forget such an important detail like that? Just thinking about going back to Busan felt like an impending headache. There’s no way you could back out from the MT now. It’ll also look bad if you don’t join the dance team, it might send a message that you’re unsociable.

Unaware that you turned pale and started heaving hard, the three men in the living room with you were now starkly aware of your sudden change of expression at the mention of the MT.

“Noona, is there something wrong?” Jungkook asks with a worried voice, discarding the cord in his hands and swiftly knelt down in front of you. He tries to get a good look at you while you stare down at your knees, shoulders hunched forward.

Your ears started ringing and you squeeze your fists as your chest started getting heavier each breathe you take. Namjoon slowly sat up straight as he sees Jin and Jungkook trying to call your attention. It was when Jin wrapped his hands around one of your clenched fists that you realize how close Jungkook is crouching in front of you, head bent to the side as he worriedly observes your face. Jin’s warm hands enveloping your small, cold and shivering hands. Namjoon frozen in his seat not knowing what to do to help you.

“Um, can I excuse myself to the restroom please?” Your hands were starting to get clammy as you forced to compose yourself. You wish they could tell you the way to the restroom a lot faster as each passing second, it’s getting difficult to stay composed in front of them. Jin was the first to stand up from the couch and escorted you to the restroom, leaving Namjoon and Jungkook frozen in their seats.

You quietly close the door of the restroom, making sure not to let Jin worry more. Once you were sure you heard his footsteps get away from the room you were in, you could barely hold yourself up before your legs buckle and you let yourself fall to the floor. Your weight propped against the door as you try to suck the chilled air into your lungs. Sharp successive breaths took over you, slowly making you feel pins and needles at the tips of your fingers.

The panic creeps up on you in bouts. Your fingers claw at your legs as you hug them tighter. Memories that you worked so hard to forget starts to resurface and replays in your mind, leaving you suffocated.

For a moment, you picture yourself staying in the restroom for the rest of the night. You suddenly felt so alone in a space filled with 7 other people. Even the thought of standing up and getting back out takes up a lot of energy from your body.

Your excitement for tomorrow now completely gone and replaced by dread of going back to your hometown. It’s been years and you’re not even sure if you can even handle going back there. It was only two years ago when you recovered from being haunted in your dreams by the memories of the accident. You don’t want to lose your progress since it took a lot of effort by yourself to get back up.

It took only for you to hear boisterous laughter coming from the living room and somebody knocking on the door to remind you that you have no choice but to go back out. You reach for the edge of the sink to help yourself up. Like a newborn deer, you can’t really sustain your weight as your knees started shaking when you were standing properly. You take in one last deep breath before opening the door.

You crack your eyes open, body heaving with effort to get enough oxygen in your lungs but you’re met with the soulful brown eyes of Yoongi, narrowed in concern. He doesn’t question you further as you step aside to give way for him to use the restroom. It took three steps out the restroom before your knees decided to give out. Yoongi rushed to catch you before you fell to the floor.

You squeeze his arms around you that were holding you up before facing him. “You tell absolutely no one… I don’t want anyone to worry…” Breathing still ragged, you huff out every word to the best of your ability as you realize that you can’t hide your panic attack from Yoongi. You must look so bad to see Yoongi study your face with utmost care. “Yoongi please?… I’ll be fine. Don’t mind me… Just until my panic attack subsides.” He softly shush you as he sees your great effort to speak.

Yoongi sighs before calmly looking back at the empty hallway and to the living room where everyone’s pretty much occupied. His eyes wandered back to your shivering hands and shaking knees. You’re in no shape to walk back to the living room much less stand on your own. Yoongi slowly wraps his hand on your back and behind your knees before lifting you off the floor.

The scent coming from Yoongi’s body calms you as he cradles you in his arms. Your head felt like lead, finding its way on the crook of its neck. Before you even realize, you find yourself clinging to him as you fist your hands in his shirt. His skin is slowly getting hot against yours, and his breathing seems to have increased if you were only able to notice. His heartbeat against your ears was almost like a lullaby that greatly helped to calm you down.

“You’re alright.” He coos as he starts to hear you sniffle. He quietly walked towards his bedroom, with you in his arms, to give you a place private enough away from the eyes of the other members. He slowly puts you down on his couch and when you were finally seated comfortably, he rushed to reach for a blanket at the edge of the bed.

Your back felt damp, sweating all over and your fingers definitely feels asleep but clarity of your situation began creeping back. “Yo-Yoongi” You stammer as you realize that he chose to hide you in his bedroom.

“Shh, don’t force yourself to speak. Take it easy. I’m here.” He fixed the blanket around you before crouching down to completely see your face. “Just keep breathing and it’ll go away. I’ve had my fair share of panic attacks so trust me when I say I’ll just be here until you say so. You’ll be fine.”

You trust him as you find yourself focusing on your breathing. Once you find it easy to move your limbs with ease accompanied by a yawn, you know that the worst has passed. If it wasn’t for Yoongi, the situation could’ve escalated and would have made everyone unnecessarily worry about you.

“Thank you.” You manage to speak out. “I feel silly that you caught me looking like that. Sorry.”

Yoongi quietly hums, letting you speak further if you intend to while he reach for a glass of water on top of his side table beside the couch. He offers it and you take it with your hand still slightly shaking. He lets you drink first before he spoke up. “I overheard your conversation with the boys in the living room just before you went to the restroom. I was worried but I don’t know if you want anyone to check up on you. You were taking a lot longer than I expected so I knocked.”

You prop your head in your hands, elbows leaning on your knees. “This is the first time someone has seen me like this. It just took me by surprise when Jungkook mentioned Busan. Next thing I know, all I could think about is to run out the door.”

“I won’t force you to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. If you want to go home, I could just tell the boys to…” Your hand swiftly sprung out to land on Yoongi’s wrist.

“I’m fine. Jungkook seems so happy when he showed me the games we’ll be playing. I’ll just take a moment then I’ll be back out.” You assure Yoongi with a heavy breath. He wanted to assure you that they’ll understand if you want to excuse yourself for the night but he kept quiet, trusting you that you’ll be fine.

Not a second after, the doorbell rang to alert everyone in the dorm. Yoongi stood up from in front of you, eyes still glued on you as he saw you recognize the person on the front door just from the distinct way the doorbell was rung. “Don’t you dare tell my brother about this” You attempt to stand up, worried that Yoongi might tell Jiyong about your situation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep this a secret between us. Just promise me that you’re fine before I leave you.” He assures you with his soft smile and gentle eyes as he opened the door and walking out.

“I’m fine Yoongi. Thank you. I’ll just take a minute to fix myself up before I go back out.”

“Take your time. I’ll try to come up with an excuse to keep them from looking for you. I’m sure Jungkook, Jin and Namjoon must be getting concerned by now.” He turns back to you before slowly closing the door.

You find yourself collapsing against the couch, your breathing slowly going back to normal. You heaved and leaned forward to try and stand up once again. When you knew you were fully capable of making a few steps without stumbling or any of your knees giving out, you walked straight to a full size mirror beside the door to fix yourself up. You pity yourself for having been seen by Yoongi like this; your eyes and nose were bright red and a couple of hair strands stuck to your forehead due to the profuse sweat.

To avoid anyone seeing you coming out of Yoongi’s bedroom in an effort to find you, you quickly and quietly walked out from the comfort of his room when you were sure you were devoid of signs that you were in utter distress just minutes ago.

Jungkook was about to run to find you but stopped when he saw you emerging back in the living room. Completely different from how you looked a while ago, he stares in confusion as you gleefully greet Jiyong who was now also present in the living room. Namjoon shares the same confusion as Jungkook. Yoongi was sitting down beside them and he saw the youngest member’s eyes following you as he tries to study your now seemingly normal expression.

Taehyung runs up to you behind the couch where you and your brother stand, pulling your wrist to ask you to play one-on-one against him. You don’t refuse and you take up space beside him, seated on the carpet. Just before the game starts, you turn to look at Yoongi and found him gazing at you. You mouthed Thank youto him and he nods before you got back to play with Taehyung.

Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook were wary when the topic about the MT came up again, you even catch Jungkook kicking Jimin’s feet to stop him from talking. When it was Jungkook’s turn to play again, you notice his eyes anxiously wander back to you from time to time. He must have been blaming himself for making you sad.

Like Jiyong knew what you needed to cheer up the youngest, he offered everyone ramyun as a late-night snack. Jungkook perked up at your brother’s offer while still glued to the screen and what looks like he’s winning against Taehyung. You quietly walked away from the living room to join your brother in the kitchen.

For a while, Jiyong kept quiet as you both hover around the kitchen. Normally, he would shower you with affection, tease you and bug you but you silently wonder why he’s not doing any of those. Your suspicion is confirmed when he starts to rub his hand behind your back as you discard the noodles from each packet. Your gaze dipped to him as stood there silently while emptying the contents of the soup packet unto the boiling pot.

“Noona, can I have that spicy ramen over there?” Jungkook asks, timidly walking over towards the both of you. You notice that he was standing slightly far from you, shoulders hunched and head down. His doe eyes still glistening as he subtly avoids meeting your eyes.

Although you feel bad for him, the corner of your mouth quirked up at him looking so adorable despite him towering over you. He seems to be so intimidating at work especially when he’s so focused but if you could just ball him up right now in your hands, you would.

You beckon him to come closer with your finger. When he was about an arms-length away from you, he opens his mouth to blurt out something. Before he even let out a sound, you pat his head, stopping him from talking any further.

“Thank you for worrying about me.” His eyes gleamed. “I’ll make you a whole bowl of ramyun of your choice. How does that sound?”

Jungkook jumps up and down in glee and he squeezed between you and Jiyong to reach for a packet of ramen. “Hyung, I like her better than you.” He sticks his tongue out then quickly dashes out of the kitchen before Jiyong could even counter.

You chortle. “You heard him. Apparently, they also request my presence every Game Night for my exquisite Culinary Expertise.”

“Well, I won’t argue about your cooking. Sooner or later, they’ll be bribing you for something. Those troublemakers.” Jiyong crinkles his nose, reminiscing all the times he spent with the boys where they’ll prank and tease him.

Yoongi sits back comfortably on the couch when he hears you regain your bright energy as you laugh and mingle with your brother in the kitchen.

Next: pt. 7

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #btsteaspoonff #bts jungkook #bts jimin #taehyung #namjoon #jungkook #jhope x reader #jin x reader #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #rm x reader #jungkook x reader #v x reader

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mbti-enemies · 2 years

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DUDE, I WAS DOING SOME RESEARCH ON MBTI BECAUSE MY GF LIKES IT AND I LOVE HER TO BITS, AND THEN I STUMBLED ONTO THIS POST

https://at.tumblr.com/mbti-enemies/okay-i-dont-know-who-else-to-share-this/arqozbuusq70

THAT IS ABOUT ME, I'M THE ENFJ GF!!!

can't believe she was so scared i was gonna say no, I was blatantly pinning over her for months! I made her a paper ring! her contact on my phone was "Baby Honey 🦋" (yes I'm cheesy and in love, sue me). mate, I had a picture of us as my phone's wallpaper for weeks and she said she thought it was because "I saw her as a dear friend"... a dear friend! WE HAD SEX, what even

on a final note I just wanted to say that she's the most creative, talented, kind, thoughtful, beautiful and resilient person I've ever had the pleasure to meet, can't believe I get to call her mine (and don't worry, babes, you'll find your person if that's what you wish)

btw she didn't prepare a picnic as she mentioned in the ask, she made us a hut with blankets, pillows and fairy lights, it was the most lovely thing I've ever seen!

infj: okay firstly sorry for taking so long I’ll explain in the tags but DUUUDE you don’t even KNOW how hyped intj and I were to find this in our inbox like is this not the sweetest and most incredible thing to happen on our blog

intj: yeah like i remember when we first saw this we were like this is just to good to be true like honestly its crazy how our little blog has a little part in a story as beautiful as both of yours -the phrase its a small world has never made more sense (btw this whole thing has j seemed like the sweetest and kinda crazy rollercoaster of a story which we were lucky enough to see snippets of so thank you)

infj: anyways yesss we heard about the hut with pillows too (!!!!! aMAZING) although we were selfish and stored that ask in our inbox to keep and just replied with a post sbhsbh - and HIGHKEY cracking up at the 'what even' like ofc trust an infp to do that

#well yes intj was immediately like can we reply to this one tgth #and it was gonna be weeks till i saw her #therefore the time lag #anyways yes wishing you guys the very best of wishes <3333 #infp #enfj

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whoawallpapers · 4 years

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~Jessi Colour Palette Wallpapers~

Like and/or reblog if you save/use them :)

#lucky j #jessi #Jessica ho #ho hyunjoo #jessi wallpapers #jessi lockscreens #Kpop wallpapers #Kpop lockscreens #wallpapers #lockscreens #jessi wallpaper #jessi lockscreen #Kpop wallpaper #Kpop lockscreen #wallpaper #lockscreen #edited #colour palette #also hi I’m back whoops

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our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace · 3 years

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Reader making BNHA boys flustered

: Tamaki, Bakugo, Midoriya, Shinsou

Tamaki

You didn't even do it on purpose

Your boyfriend is just too much of a tomato

And you love that about him

You are currently face to face with monoma glaring at each other on the cafeteria

"Are you fuckin blind, how can you not see Tamaki's godly features" you shouted raising a foot on the table

"bitch pls, you're the only one who thinks that" he also slammed his feet on the table

"HUHHH, Whoever's your eye doctor deserves to be fired, look at this you piece of shit" you shoved your wallpaper at his face

"that floofy hair, those elf like ears, those soft kissable lips, those gorgeous pair of slanted eyes, and most of all his blushing face, how can you not see how much of an eye candy he is"

"he's j-"

"AND HE'S THE BEST BOYFRIEND YOU COULD ASK FOR, HE'S SO SWEET TO THE POINT I MIGHT GET DIABETES, KEEP THIS UP MONOMA AND YOU'LL BE SINGLE FOR LIFE" you shouted at the top of your lungs, shutting the blonde up

You failed to realize everyone in the cafeteria was just enjoying you shouting at the blonde and they were also giving glances to the red tomato behind you who was desperately hiding his face in his hands, in which the friend beside him just gave him a pat on the shoulder

"Well, it's good that you are loved this much tamaki" Mirio said still staring at you shouting the life out of monoma

Bakugo

You were sulking because of how he always denies holding hands when you're in public

And you're one petty biatch

You thought of a good way to get back at him

"Morning katsuki" you greeted entering the classroom

He just grumbled a mornin too, seeing how nonchalant he is made you start up your petty revenge early

"by the way katsuki did you have lucky charms for breakfast? because you look magically delicious" you said trying to sound seductive

Everyone in the room quickly looked at both you and bakugo's direction and the blonde was about to answer when Aizawa sensei came in

That didn't stop there, for every break you get , you bombard your pomeranian with thirsty pick up lines

"Are you a campfire? Because you're hot and i want s'more"

"Does your name start with " C" cause i can totally "C" us getting down"

"This might seem corny, but you make me horny"

Well you can tell what you're doing is working since he's full on glaring at you, with a face that's about to blow up

For every pick up line you say, Denki takes notes, Idia starts a lecture of how inappropriate it is and the rest are just enjoying the tea

Class is over and Katsuki was ready to blow you up jk

"YN LET'S FUCKIN TALK" he said obviously pissed, while you on the other hand was just staring at the sunset

"You know katsuki, I'm really not into watching sunsets but I'd love to see you go down" you beamed at the steaming blonde in front of you

"CUT THAT OUT DAMNIT, IF YOU WANNA HOLD HANDS THAT BADLY, LET'S DO IT, JUST-JUST STOP SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT" he said completely plopping his head on your shoulder

"why? Cause it makes you hot and bothered" you teased

"shut up"

Midoriya

You are currently fighting with toga

You just wanted to buy a birthday present for your cinnamon roll when fate decided to screw you up, throwing a psychopathic blood obsessed chick on your way

"Whaaaa, are you crazy? Don't damage the gift you crazy chick" you shouted cradling the gift you bought

"hmmm, is that for your boyfriend, izuku?"

"yes" you grinned at the blonde with eyes saying, too bad someone single like you can never relate

"hmm, i bet he's bad in bed anyway" toga clearly picking a fight with you

"excuse you, just so you know he's good at it" you say oh so dreamily which made the blonde mad and launch an attack to you

"He's finger's are thick you know" avoiding a kick

"He's a beast when he's thrusting" throwing a punch

"Gets you quivering under his touch" a back flip to avoid a slash

"makes you not walk for a week" avoiding a dagger

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, I DON'T WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOUR SEX LIFE UGHHH" toga had enough of your bullshit, no motivation to fight, she just fleed

Laughing to yourself, you picked up the gift and turned around, when you're suddenly met with three pair of eyes

A soba addict, an angry pomeranian and a fluffy cinnamon roll

You asked how long they have been there and shoto just replied

"Pls take a look at your boyfriend's face and you'll have the answer"

"From the beginning huh"

Toga to Dabi: I want a boyfriend, give me a boyfriend!

Shinsou

What in the world did you eat woman

Or did you take the wrong medication

Cause why in the world are you saying these things to him

You have always been discreet in expressing your affection for your boyfriend but not today i guess

"I want a hug, can we hug? Let's hug" you said latching unto your boyfriend

"You're very pretty, i want you to be mine forever, I'll be the one who will meet you in the altar "

All these statements have made even the tips of his ears go red, His happiness meter is just off the chart, whatever medication you took, praise it

" You are so warm, i wanna hug you forever, but i also wanna kiss, lots of kisses pls" you said

Shinsou basked in the overflowing affection you were giving him

However on the next day, you can't face your boyfriend at all

Remembering all the things you said to the boy made your own face heat up, he had to basically corner you on why you were acting so differently

You feel like you want the ground to swallow you whole after confessing that you were hit by a truth quirk, which makes you spill out everything your heart keeps

People who passed by you two were wondering what was happening cause you are hiding your face in your hands while your boyfriend was staring at the ceiling tomato faced with his hand covering the squiggly smile he has

"I also want to meet you at the altar" he blurted, but he quickly realized how that sounded like a proposal

Blushing lovers round 2

A/N: I was grinning while writing this 😩

Masterlist🌻

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seishirology · 3 years

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SAE ITOSHI + BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

disclaimer I don't hate him. but after he latest chapter even his face can't redeem him. includes : sae WARNINGS : there's a lot of sae slander because I'm biased and yeah curse words lmao. isn't really consistent it's my personal character interpretation A/N : my opinions only!! I don't wanna be that person, but I am sorry y'allsers you guys deserve better. Also if you like sae I'm sorry to say (get it ) but you've been diagnosed with degradation kink lmao jokes only. masterlist

itoshi sae.

lowercase letters cause it's cute and I don't have very much respect left for him. Anyways y'all if I were to give you a rating for this man it'd be 7/10. Sure he loves you, but honestly he's too big of a bitch sorry to disappoint

if you ever get together with this man I just want to say one thing, why. like no hate lmao but there's much more to life than fantasizing over someone who refuses to acknowledge someone (ehem rin ) else's hard work. but to date him? you are one lucky dog

give him some time. he really needs it, and whenever you need it he'll give you some too. I don't think sae is a give and take kinda man, he seems to me more like a what you give to me I'll return tenfold y'know.

GIFTS. he's going abroad almost all the time, which limits the amount the two of you spend together, so whenever he sees you he's always bringing something he's sure will remind you of him. or he just takes it as a trophy of his travels and gives it to you. or so he says, but in reality this man is buying anything and everything that reminds him of you.

love language is definitely gift giving. like it doesn't matter if he has to spend a lot of money, he wants to be able to fully convey his love for you, in a way that lasts longer. when he's not there to hold you, he wants you to have something that'll remind you of him, something that's physically there for you to remember that he loves you; always and whenever.

absolutely loves to shop. I can just feel it in my bones, his face as stoic as ever as he drags you from store to store in hopes of spending as much time as he cam with you. He loves to see you try on clothes, but the moment he finds couple attire he's jelly and loses his stoic face. he'll silently hold up the clothes up to his face while looking you in the eyes. even if you say no, somehow the clothes end up in your closet.

sharing sharing sharing. his hoodie? no, our hoodie. your hoodie? no, our hoodie. he loves seeing you in his clothes, but that doesn't mean you won't see him in yours. so what if they're crop-tops or really revealing shirts, he looks good doesn't he?? loves it when you compliment his fits. airport fits are out of this world, sometimes steals your socks and calls them sexy. if you're afab he definitely has stolen your bras before. amab? lmao your underwear? oh no those pikachu boxers were never yours.

will hang up on you if you show him any of your homework. even though he's basically graduated from school math still gives him nightmares. english literature probably made him cry a little too hard at times, and science fucking killed him. so whenever y'all are facetiming and he catches a glimpse of your homework, he's out.

always always ALWAYS calls you at the asscrack of dawn. wdym you're sleeping? he doesn't care, however he does want you to get as much sleep as you can, so he keeps these calls short and sweet. but once evening rolls around and he's finished showering he'll call you right away. doesn't matter if his screen gets wet, as long as you pick up.

will get really sad if you don't pick up, I mean free asmr right here and you're letting this chance get away?? on the same note, he loves whispering on calls and giving you tingles if you like asmr.

pictures are a must. you guys even have matching phonecases and wallpapers. he's constantly snapping pictures of you when you sleep or when you're looking away. will expect you to do the same but when he's not there and you can't he'll spam you with pictures of himself just for you.

fighting with him is really aggravating. he doesn't care that it makes you mad y'know. he's quite indifferent with things and this is one of the times it pops up on you. if things like him liking other girls' pictures makes you unhappy, he'll understand but that doesn't mean he's not going to like his female friend's picture or something. believes in gender equality

literally won't give a fuck if you like a guy's picture, if he likes another girl's picture then he can only expect you to do the same. which is why when you get angry at things he does he apologizes but lowkey it's to try and distract you from the fact that he's brushing it off.

if you give him the silent treatment he won't hesitate to give it to you back. literally loves you, but if you haven't properly explained it to him then that's something you guys have to work on. because I honestly believe itoshi sae is not good at communicating when it comes to serious situations that're like,,,emotional and personal.

will try his best to understand you if you try your best to do the same. however if he's the one who's angry he'll give you the silent treatment with no hesitation. mostly it's to prevent himself from saying things he doesn't mean. he doesn't want to blow up on you over something that might hurt your relationship

if you guys ever get in a major fight and it's starting to get messy he will shut up and won't talk to you to protect the both of you. if you're someone who gets angry and often says things you don't mean he'll try to understand but if it's something that hits too close to home for him he will probably ignore your whole existence. however if you're on the more sensitive side he won't try to comfort you either. he knows that his time is limited and doesn't want to make empty promises. he doesn't want to make things harder for the both of you by making promises he knows that he'll break and will only give you false hope.

in an argument if you're in the wrong but you're too prideful to admit it or you're not realizing it he'll probably take it to heart no matter how minor it is. sorry to say but if you don't catch yourself fast enough he's going to fall out of your grip. idk if he'll try to be understanding, I think more of it he's going to sulk in silence because of your words. furthermore if you don't apologize first he's definitely not going to feel good about it, second-guesses himself and thinks it might be his fault but won't admit it. please own up to your own mistakes s/o

likewise if he's in the wrong and catches himself he'll apologize and give you space. but if he doesn't catch himself he's actually going to hurt your feelings so bad. he gets really defensive and doesn't like to lose. when the argument ends but the fight doesn't and you guys stay away from each other for some space, he'll come to a realization that he was wrong. apologizes and tries his best to make it up to you. if you don't forgive him he'll understand and won't force you to, because he knows better than to do that

will not hesitate to drop you if you become toxic. or if he realizes he's becoming toxic he's gonna drop you so fast. not because he hates you and can't work on himself, rather it's because he doesn't want to be toxic towards you unintentionally.

tries his best for a healthy relationship. isn't really restrictive but he can get possessive. especially in front of cameras, speaking of which no one will find out about you guys unless you want them to.

respects you 100% but isn't going to worship you. like, it's a healthy kind of respect, he treats you like he would anyone else, just with more care and love.

even if you ask he will not try to be nicer to rin sorry </3

10/10 relationship, drinks respect women juice, also drinks not respecting rin juice.

#itoshi sae #blue lock headcanons #blue lock #itoshi rin #itoshi brothers #sae itoshi x reader

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its-monster-mash · 3 years

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Wild Thing: Part 2

Paul (The Lost Boys) X Michael’s Ex!Fem!Reader Imagine

Content Warnings: She/her pronouns, Canon Typical violence/weed/Alcohol/Lite Vampiric Manipulation/Blood

Part 1

This is really long so it’s going under a Readmore

• It’s a miracle all of you made it in one piece; the boys had played a nasty trick on Michael; and he damn near went over the edge of Hudson’s Bluff. Normally it took a lot to rattle you, but in that split second before Michael was actually able to stop, you practically felt your heart stop. It wasn’t every day you watched your best friend nearly fall to his death. You can feel Paul’s abdomen tighten beneath your arms as he laughs. It’s a cruel sound, and you’re not sure if it’s at Mike’s expense or yours. David nods toward him, and he turns to look back at you, grinning like the fox in the henhouse. “Oh come on babe, lighten up.”

• As soon as he catches his breath, Michael lunges at David, understably furious. You’re pissed as hell yourself, but when you try to climb off of Paul’s bike to give them all a piece of your mind, he grabs your thigh, keeping you in place. You open your mouth to tell him off, but he interrupts you. “Shhh girlie, just look, s’all cool.”

• You’re about to argue with him when instead of knocking David’s lights out or storming off, you notice Michael talking to him, Star looking entirely uncomfortable between them. “How far are you willing to go, Michael?” Your jaw practically drops in surprise when you see Mike nod, getting back on his bike. It worries you, this is so unlike him.

• Paul smiles down at you, no trace of his cruelty from earlier. He jostles your leg playfully. “See? It was just a little joke, everything’s cool.” You can’t help but lose yourself a little in his beautiful blue eyes, there is just something about him that makes you want to relax. “Cool,” you repeat back to him, sliding your arms around his midsection again. “Atta girl.”

• The rest of the ride is pretty uneventful, and you come to a stop at the mouth of a cave, with no shortage of signs warning of the dangers within. “Oh please tell me we’re going in there,” you say with a grin; this is absolutely up your alley, and Michael shakes his head at you with an exasperated smile. How many ill-thought-out adventures had you dragged Mike on growing up together? You can’t help but recall the time you found that creepy old military bunker and accidentally locked yourselves in...the two of you ended up finding an alternative exit that opened up into the library basement of all places...

• Paul helps you off the bike, tugging you against his chest so he can whisper in your ear. “It’s your lucky night babe.” You can’t help but grin like an idiot as your heart races. He presses a teasing kiss to the side of your head and you feel yourself begin to melt.

• “We’re not seriously going down there, are we?” Mike pipes up, catching your attention much to Paul’s annoyance. “Mike wants to know if we’re seriously going down there,” Marko repeats, circling the cavern. “I dunno Marko, are we seriously going down there?” Dwayne asks, joining him. “We understand if you can’t hang, Michael,” David mocks with a false tone of sincerity. Paul wraps his arm around you, pulling you tight against him. “Yeah Michael, you don’t need to worry about (Y/N), I’ll keep her nice and safe.” “Stop it!” Star scolds him, taking Mike’s arm. “Don’t listen to them Michael, you can still back out if you want.” David stalks toward the edge of the cavern, his expression foreboding and mischievous. “It’s time to make a decision, Michael.”

• “Well, Either way I’m going in,” you say, getting a little impatient. You were never one to wait around while everyone else danced around a decision. “I’ll help you down,” Paul chimes in a bit too eagerly. He slides his arm around your waist, holding you tightly hip to hip before he jumps down into the cave.

• You gasp, very much expecting to break an ankle or something with the way Paul just leaped down in, but are surprised when your feet touch the ground almost feather light. “How did you DO that?” You whisper in astonishment. “Baby, I am all kinds of magic.” “What are you, the fucking Goblin King?”

• He laughs, watching you squint in the pitch darkness of the cave. “Hey I’ll take that as a compliment, Bowie’s hot as fuck.” “So are you,” you say, trying to reach for where his voice came from, but he leans away from you with a smirk, watching you stumble. “You know what the difference between me and Jareth is though?” You turn around to face him, gasping when he presses you into the cold cave wall. “I’m gonna get the girl.”

• You wrap your arms around his shoulders in excitement. It’s too dark for you to see him, but you part your lips and let your eyes fall shut, expecting a kiss. He doesn’t kiss you just yet though, holding back a moment to drink in the sight of you, beautiful and ready to give yourself to him. His lips only barely touch yours before you’re startled by the sound of several more pairs of feet hitting the ground. He groans with disappointment. “Guess we’ll have to put a pin in this,” he whispers, grazing his teeth ever so delicately against your ear. You shudder.

• Your eyes sting a bit as the cave is suddenly illuminated as Dwayne circles the room, lighting improvised trash bin braziers as he goes. Your jaw drops as you admire the sheer aesthetic of the place. Paul smiles with pride at your positive reaction.

• “What is this place?” Mike asks, climbing down from the ladder you probably should have used. David claps a hand on his shoulder, before moving to circle the cavern. “It was a Hotel once,” David says, gesturing to the now faded and ruined wallpaper. “The Jewel of Santa Carla, really.” He sounds wistful and nostalgic, almost as if he had seen the hotel in its heyday. He goes on to talk about the events leading up to its destruction, but you can hardly pay attention with the way Paul’s fingers trace little patterns against your exposed skin.

• You notice Star staring at you, almost like she’s worried...about what? Michael looks down at her, brow creasing as he follows her concerned gaze to see you standing all cozy with Paul. His eyes widen and he looks away, swallowing awkwardly. David seems to notice, and he looks straight at the pair of you. “Paul, it’s your turn to pickup dinner.” “But-” He protests, squeezing your arms just a little too tightly to be comfortable, but is cut off by the look of finality on David’s face. He sighs in deep frustration, releasing you for just a second before he startles you with a deep and forceful kiss. You barely have a chance to actually enjoy the kiss before he’s pulling away, looking at you with just the sweetest smile that makes you melt. “Wait up for me, okay?” You nod in agreement, blushing furiously. You hardly notice him side eyeing Mike as he turns to leave. “I’ll be back soon.” Just as he sets foot on the ladder, he suddenly turns around, jogging back to place another quick peck to your lips. “Okay, I can go now.”

• “Why don’t you go with him, Star,” David says, causing both Mike and Star to stare at him. “Or else we’ll end up with nothing but fortune cookies and chinese doughnuts.” Star looks at Michael apologetically, staring David down while she moves to exit the cave.

• You look over at Mike, smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of your neck. “Friendly guy,” he teases you, trying to cut through the awkwardness. David laughs, moving to clap a hand on Mike’s shoulder and yours. “What are the odds, huh? The two of you ending up lured into our little family.” Mike cracks a grin. “(Y/N) never could pass up an adventure.” David’s own face splits into a wide grin. “And what about you, Michael? What made you decide to follow us after all the crap we gave you?” “I go where she goes,” Mike says, crossing his arms defensively. “Really? Kinda looks like she’d be entertained plenty without you,” David nods toward you. “Paul’s taken quite a liking to her...that bother you?” “No,” Mike says a bit too forcefully; he never was very good at lying. “Hey, back off.” The words come out of your mouth before you even think about it. David looks at you with stunned amusement. “Yeah, back off David,” Marko mocks you. Dwayne shoves him a little.

• You take a deep breath; Mike tended to close himself off, but you were never very good at holding your tongue when you got upset...still, you didn’t want to overstep your boundaries in the boys’ own territory. “Look, Mike and I were together for a lot of years. Of course it’s weird to see each other with new people-” “You don’t seem too bothered to see him with Star,” Dwayne says from his seat on the old moth eaten couch. David grins, looking between you and Mike. He claps his hands together. “I think maybe these two could use a minute to talk things out, what do you boys think?” Dwayne nods in agreement, and Marko makes kissy noises; Dwayne gives him a light smack to the chest, before the three of them go chill in the other side of the cave to give you and Michael a little space.

• You and Mike stare at each other awkwardly; you gesture to the floor by the fountain. “You wanna sit?” “Yeah,” he agrees, his voice a little hoarse as the two of you take a seat leaning against the fountain. You sit quietly for a bit, awkwardly picking at your fingernails, before Mike breaks the silence. “I’m not upset that you’re moving on.” You turn to face him, and he continues. “I’m trying to move on too...it’s just-” “What?” “Him? (Y/N)? How did you even meet these guys?” You scoff, a little offended by the contempt in his voice when he mentioned Paul, it’s the same way his dad’s family talked about you when Mike first started bringing you around as kids. “He saved me. I was being harassed by a group of guys off the boardwalk, and Paul scared them off.” His gaze turns to his feet, partly ashamed at pre-judging Paul, and oddly ashamed of himself. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” You scoff humorously, patting him on the back. “Mike, it’s not your job to protect me, I can look after myself.” “What would have happened if Paul hadn’t shown up?” You laugh, flashing him the knife tucked discreetly into your boot. “Like I said, Mike, I can look after myself.” He lets out a deep sigh, smiling at you sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

• You give him a friendly smack to the shoulder, lightening the mood a bit. “And what about you, Mr. Badboy, with your leather jacket and fancy earring,” you tease. “What happened to the goodie-two-shoes I grew up with?” It’s Mike’s turn to scoff, he grins at you. “Wow, it’s almost like having my first love leave me for being too much of a Goodie-Two-Shoes right before my parents get divorced fucked me up a little, huh?” “Mike...I-” He laughs, giving your arm a playful shrug. “Hey, no, in all seriousness you were right. I never really pushed the envelope growing up unless I was following you. I just thought with the move that maybe it’s time for me to reinvent myself, you know? Explore what I want for a change.” He’s smiling, and you smile back at him. “She’s beautiful,” you say. “I think she likes you too.” A blush creeps up on his face, and he can’t keep himself from smiling. “Well I’m not sure if Paul likes you,” he teases, trying to draw the attention away from himself. “He might just kiss everyone like that, we don’t know.” You can’t help but laugh, shoving Mike. He decides to be dramatic, falling over onto the floor like you actually pushed him. He sits up on his elbows, smiling at you like he used to when you were kids. You return the favor.

• Unbeknownst to you, Paul stands in the entrance of the cave, his chest tightening as he watches you laugh and smile with Mike. He walks over to you quietly, so he can startle you when he drops to the ground to sit next to you. “Easy there, Mikey. You had your chance,” he says with thinly veiled contempt as he throws his arm around you. He hands you a carton of takeout. “You seem like a beef and broccoli kind of girl, hope that’s alright.” You smile up at him, cradling the hot container carefully in your hands. “It’s my favorite, thank you so much.” He smiles back, very pleased with himself.

• Star calls Mike over, handing him a carton of plain rice. She apologizes, saying she wasn’t sure what he’d like. She doesn’t quite believe him when he insists that it’s fine. “He means it Star, he hates chinese food, the rice is all he’ll eat,” you clarify. David perks up, stirring a carton of noodles. “You hate Chinese food? Jesus Michael, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?” “Guess not everyone likes flavor,” Paul taunts, skewering his General Tso’s with his chopsticks. “‘Least I know how to use chopsticks,” Michael spits back, earning dramatic ooos from the boys. “He’s always been shit at it, doesn’t have the patience,” Dwayne says. “Not me,” Marko pipes up. “I can catch a fly midair.”

• “Oh fuck off, (Y/N) doesn’t care if I can use chopsticks or not, do you babe?” He asks, leaning in for a kiss. You take advantage of his momentary distraction to snatch a bite of his chicken...with your chopsticks. He gasps in mock offense at your sneakiness, and you quickly press your lips against his to make up for it. “Nope, I think it’s cute.” He’s smiling ear to ear, his big blue eyes locked on you, and your smile.

• David makes an exaggerated gagging noise, staring at the two of you and thoroughly ruining the moment. “Mind wrapping it up? Some of us are trying to eat here...Speaking of which, how are your maggots, Michael?” “Excuse me?” “Maggots, Mike, you’re eating Maggots.” Mike rolls his eyes, humoring David and looking into the cartoon. His eyes go wide and he instantly drops the carton, spilling rice all over the ground as he gags. The boys all laugh, and you look at Mike with concern. “What the hell Mike? It’s just rice.” He looks at you like you’re crazy, pointing frantically to the carton. “(Y/N) are you crazy? Look, it’s-” He looks down to see nothing but rice...certainly no maggots. “It’s...rice.” He looks up at David. “What the fuck did you do to me?” Paul laughs, pulling a positively ancient altoids tin from his jacket. “Take it easy, Mikey, you need to calm down,” he says, popping open the tin to reveal a collection of hand rolled joints.

• Your eyes light up, it’s been a while since you’ve smoked, and it’s always good with Chinese food. You look at Mike, being consoled by Star. “Could be the stress, Mike. When was the last time you even slept well since...” You don’t mention his parents’ divorce in front of the guys. That’s Mike’s business, not yours. He nods, catching your meaning. “...Yeah, yeah I’m in.” Marko jumps down from his perch, smacking Mike on the back. “Atta boy, Mikey!”

• Paul tosses Marko a joint, pulling out another and slipping it between your lips. “This one’s just for us.” He lights the joint, and you inhale deeply. “Romantic,” you say, blowing smoke at him. “I try,” he says, leaning in for a kiss as he takes the joint from your fingers. He pulls away just far enough so he can press the tip of his nose against yours. He takes a long drag, holding the smoke in as he leans in for another kiss. You inhale the smoke from his lungs, trying hard not to cough and ruin the kiss; this was the first time you were on this end of the shotgun. Your chest begins to heave, and he pulls away with a grin so you can cough in peace. “Wow, you take my breath away,” you squeak out between heaving coughs. He laughs, not a mean sound this time, but with genuine delight. “Damn babe, I think I might end up falling for you,” he jokes, hand on his heart.

• You planned on sassing him back, but you find yourself lost in his big beautiful eyes. You swallow, hard. Maybe it’s the weed, maybe it’s the excitement of the night, but you can’t help but think that sounds...kind of nice. You glance around the cave, at the guys, and back at Paul. Would it be so bad to stay here forever? You’re broken out of your trance by a musical tinging sound, you and Paul both look up to see David clinking an old spoon against the gaudiest decorated wine bottle you’ve ever seen. Oddly; Paul tenses beside you, his hand on your knee almost trembling.

• David turns to Mike with the wickedest look on his face. “Join us, Michael.” Star grabs onto Mike, looking even more tense than Paul does now. “You don’t have to do it, Michael. It’s not too late to back out,” she urges. “What is it?” “Blood,” she says. You laugh at the obsurdity, and Mike shakes his head at her, knocking back the bottle and drinking deeply. The boys cheer, and David turns the bottle to you. “(Y/N)...drink, and be with us forever.”

• Before you can reach for it, Paul holds his hand out to David. Unfortunately, it slips out of his hand, the bottle shattering at your feet, spilling wine over your shoes. David shoots him the nastiest look, and Paul puts his hands up in apology. “Fuck, shit, I’m so sorry; I’ll clean that up,” he says, dropping to his knees. You drop down beside him, and his eyes go wider than you’d ever seen them. “(Y/N)-” “I can help.” “No, You don’t need-” Suddenly he winces, and you instinctively grab his hand. “Fuck,” he grunts, watching the blood well up in his palm. He puts his hand to his mouth, trying to cover the bleeding. “Shit, Paul, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” “Maybe you should kiss it better,” Marko taunts. “I’m fine, (Y/N), really.” He gazes at you soothingly with those eyes of his, trying not to wince as you blot at his bleeding hand with your shirt. “You’re bleeding like crazy-” you start to argue, before noticing that his hand is hardly bleeding anymore. How could that be? He flexes his hand gingerly. “See, I told you I’m fine,” he smiles at you, his eyes sparkling. “Wouldn’t mind that kiss though.” You smile back at him, taking his hand to your lips. You taste the blood still wet against his hand, and strangely, it tastes almost sweet. You wonder if maybe it’s the weed smoke on your tongue, or maybe the chinese food, that’s making his blood taste so strange. You stare up at him sheepishly, thankful he can’t tell what you were thinking just now. He caresses your face softly in his hand, and you melt into the tenderness of his touch. “You’re so cute when you’re worried about me.” He presses his lips against yours, and you’re immediately hit by the sweet taste of his blood again. Part of you is horrified with yourself; you know you should pull away, but it’s just too good. You think you might die when he slips his tongue into your mouth. All too soon he pulls away, looking more than satisfied with himself, a breathless glee in his eyes. He strokes his thumb across your mouth, coming back bloody. “Looks like we made a mess.” He leans in to whisper in your ear. “And it looks like you liked it.” Your body tenses, mortified at being caught, but he runs a comforting hand down your back. “Don’t worry babe, it’ll be our dirty little secret.”

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[네이버 포스트] 2021년도 휀-클럽 아미와 함께할 비티엣-스가 돌아왔읍니다! 방탄소년단의 시즌그리팅 맛보기! 📸 (@ https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.nhn?volumeNo=29943041&memberNo=51325039)

#BTS #방탄소년단

[Naver Post] BT-S has returned to spend 2021 with their fan*-club ARMY as well! Getting a little taste of BTS' Season's Greeting! 📸

(T/N: * The spelling of 'fan' here is 휀/hwen instead of 팬/pan, which has been done intentionally to make it seem more retro.)

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Title: [BTS] 2021년도 휀-클럽 아미와 함께할 비티엣-스가 돌아왔읍니다!

Title: BT-S has returned to spend 2021 with their fan-club ARMY as well!

아-하!

Hi-A!

(T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY’, which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.)

안녕하세요 아미 여러분! 방림이입니다!

Hello ARMYs! It’s Bangbell!

바로 어제! 아미 여러분에게 아주 따끈따끈한 소식이 도착했다고 해서 방림이도 재빠르게 찾아와 보았는데요!

Right now! I heard ARMYs received some extremely hot news so I came to find you as fast as I could!

바로바로

The news is that the

BTS 2021 SEASON'S GREETINGS

티저가 떴다는 소식입니다!

teaser has been released!

와아아아아아아아!!!

Wooooooow!!!

벌써 2020년이 다 지나고 2021년이 찾아온다는 현실에 시간은 왜 이렇게 빠르게 흐르는지 슬픔에 잠기기도 잠시,

방탄소년단의 시즌 그리팅을 만날 생각하니 2021년이 빨리 왔으면 좋겠다 이거예요~

When faced with the reality that 2020 is almost over and 2021 is approaching I feel a little sad that time seems to be passing so fast,

but the thought that I’ll be able to see BTS’ Season’s Greetings soon makes me hope 2021 comes quick~

저 방림이는 압니다.. ‘티저로는 부족하다! 더 달라!’

I know what you’re thinking.. ‘The teaser wasn’t enough! Give us more!’

그래서! 방림이가 사알짝 담아와 보았습니다!

And so! I’ve brought just a feeew things!

현장에서 포착된 멤버들의 모습! 지금 바로 만나볼까요?

Pictures of the members that I acquired on set! Shall we go see them right now?

제가 서울을 참 많이 돌아다녀 보았는데요.. 장담하는데 제일 멋진 사람 김. 남. 준. 아닙니까?

I’ve been all around Seoul.. But I can guarantee that the coolest person here is Kim. Nam. Joon. Isn’t that right?

인정~~~

That’s right~~~

((반박 불가))

((No rebuttals allowed))

이런 친구가 길을 찾는 중이라면.. 저는 망설임 없이 하루종일 찾아 다녀주겠어요..

If someone like him was looking for directions.. I wouldn’t even hesitate to spend the whole day helping him find his way..

(하루가 뭐야.. 한 달도 부족 ㅠ_ㅠ)

(Not just a day.. Even a whole month wouldn’t be enough ㅠ_ㅠ)

어머 여기 또 길을 헤메는 친구가 있네요?

길을 찾는 이들을 만난다면 참으로 운수대통한 날 아닐까요?

Oh, there’s someone else who’s lost his way here?

If I met these people trying to find their way I’d say it was an extremely lucky day, no?

푸르른 하늘과 정말 잘 어울리는 해피 해피 홉

Happy happy Hope matches really well with the blue sky

제이홉의 해피 해피 밝은 에너지는 하늘보다 맑고 해보다 따뜻하고 별보다 빛난다구요!

J-Hope’s happy happy bright energy is clearer than the skies warmer than the sun and shines more than the stars!

아니 여기 길 잃은 강양이가 있어요! 이렇게 귀여운 복장으로 귀여운 표정 짓는 건 반칙!!!

(이지만 귀여움 올림픽 금메달이니 인정해드립니다)

Hold on, there’s a PupKitty that’s lost its way here! Putting on a cute expression dressed in an outfit this cute—that’s against the rules!!!

(Still, since you’re a gold medalist in the Cute Olympics I’ll give it to you)

방림이는 육교를 무서워하는데요.. 초록색 조끼를 입은 친구와 함께라면 그 어떤 길도 무섭지 않을 것 같네요..

I’m scared of overpass bridges.. But if I could cross them with this friend in the green vest I think I wouldn't be afraid at all, no matter what the route..

“저.. 혹시.. 제가 옆자리에 앉아도 될까요..?”

“Excuse me.. Would it be okay if.. I sat next to you..?”

또 기억조작 하게 만드시는 분.. 버스에서 만날 수만 있다면 매일 같은 시간 같은 버스를 타렵니다..

He’s making me imagine things again.. If I could just meet him on the bus I would take the same bus at the same time every day..

WOW.. 이런 친구들하고 같이 여행하면 너무 좋을 것 같다.. 내가 캐리어가 되어도 좋아.. 7명과 같이 간다면 어디든 함께하겠어..

보기만 했는데 내 마음은 이미 휴양지고, 여행지다..

WOW.. Going on a trip with these guys would be so great.. I’m okay with being the suitcase too.. I’d go anywhere as long as I get to go with these 7

Just looking at them makes my heart feel like it’s at a vacation spot, a holiday destination..

방림이 정신 차려! 아직 만나봐야 할 사진이 더 있다구!

Bangbell, get it together! There are still pictures that you have to go see!

그럼 또 다른 컨셉도 만나볼까요!

So, let’s go see a different concept!

컨셉_천재만재_비티엣스.JPG

Concept_Geniuses_BTS.JPG

방탄소년단 뭔데.. 순수, 청순, 큐트, 스윗, 댄디, 풋풋, 러블리, 핸썸, 쿨.. 대체 이 컨셉 소화력 무엇..!!

BTS what are you... Innocent, youthful, cute, sweet, preppy, fresh, lovely, handsome, cool.. What on earth is this ability to pull off every concept..!!

냉탕 온탕 왔다 갔다 하느라 방림이 정신이 또 혼미..

Going back and forth between a cold shower and a hot spring I’m in a complete daze

앞에서 보았던 컨셉과는 180도 다른 매력에 아미 여러분도 정신이 혼미하시다구요?

Because this was a complete 180 from the concept you saw before You guys are also in a daze, you say?

이건 비밀인데요…

This is a secret but...

사실..

Actually..

시즌 그리팅 안에는 오늘 공개된 사진 외에도 더 다양하고 멋진…!!!!!!!

Other than pictures shared today, there's stuff in the Season's Greetings' that's even more diverse and cool and...!!!!!!!

여기까지만 말씀드리겠습니다.

That’s all I’ll say.

하지만! 이렇게 사진만 들고 왔을 방림이가 아니죠!?

But! I didn’t come here with just pictures, did I?!

티저를 보고 너무너무 소장하고 싶어 할 아미들을 위해 방림이의 조그마한 선물..♥

For ARMYs, who probably saw the teaser and really really wanted to own it, I have a tiny present..♥

모두 저장할 준비 되셨나요?

Everyone, are you ready to save some pictures?

Caption: Dokgo Mint Choco (T/N: ‘Dokgo’ is a rare surname, and was likely chosen to rhyme with ‘Mint Choco’.)

Caption: Tuna-flavoured Cucumber (T/N: In the early days of the game MapleStory, a common trend among Korean users was to use ridiculous food pairings as their username, e.g. Watermelon-flavoured Shrimp Crackers.)

Caption: Taejeon-dong shooting guard T/N: Taejeon-dong is the neighbourhood in Daegu that Suga is from.)

Caption: Ilgok-dong Bounce (T/N: ‘Ilgok-dong’ is a neighbourhood in Buk district of Gwangju which is also J-Hope’s hometown.)

Caption: Football King Jjim Dori (T/N: A play on ‘축구왕 슛돌이’/chook-gu-wang shoot-dori, the Korean title for Japanese anime ‘Moreo! Top Striker’. The caption replaces ‘슛’/shoot with ‘찜’/jjim, a cute way of shortening Jimin’s name.)

Caption: Bangtan-dong Long-headed Grasshopper (T/N: ‘Dong’ is the suffix for neighbourhoods in Korea.)

Caption: Busan Guy (T/N: The Korean word used here is 싸나이/ssa-na-i, which is Busan dialect for ‘guy’. The stereotypical image of a Busan guy is someone who is tough and manly.)

그 어디에서도 본 적 없는

♥빌보드 핫 백 2주 연속 1위 하고♥ ♥2주 연속 2위 하고♥ ♥다시 1위랑 2위하고♥ ♥Savage Love랑 Dynamite로 1위 2위 동시에 한♥ ♥비티엣스 배경화면 선물♥

Those were never-before-seen phone wallpapers of BTS who were

♥Billboard Hot 100 No. 1 for two weeks and♥ ♥No. 2 for two weeks and♥ ♥Then No. 1 and then No. 2 again and then♥ ♥No.1 and No.2 at the same time with Savage Love and Dynamite♥ ♥as a present♥

그러나 뭔가 허전하시다구요? 단체 배경화면은 어딨냐구요?

But there’s still something missing, you say? Where’s the group wallpaper, you ask?

이것을 놓칠 방림이가 아니죠.

단체 배경화면은 방탄소년단 포스트에서만 독.점.공.개! 미공개 사진으로 준비했습니다!!

Bangbell wouldn’t just forget it, of course.

The group wallpaper is here on BTS’ Naver Post Ex.clu.sive.ly! I’ve got an unreleased picture for you

Caption: BTS

누군가 뒤에서 흐뭇하게 아미들의 배경화면을 바라보고 있다면 그건 바로 방림이! (씨익)

ARMYs, if you see someone behind you smiling at your phone wallpapers, that’s me, Bangbell! (Grin)

많은 아미들 휴대폰 배경화면��로 저.장. 되면 뿌듯할 것 같은 방림이는 이만 인사드리겠습니다.

If many ARMYs sa.ve. this as their phone wallpaper I think I’ll be really proud. Now it’s time for me to say goodbye.

(스포주의) 오늘 시즌 그리팅 포스트는 1탄에 불과ㅎㅏ..ㅇ_ㅇ!!!!!

(Spoiler alert) Today’s Season’s Greetings post is just part 1..ㅇ_ㅇ!!!!!

아-뿅!

A-Poof!

(T/N: Short for “Bye ARMY! Poof!”, which is how Bangbell always ends these posts.)

[Note]

본 포스트는 빅히트 엔터테인먼트에서 직접 운영하는 포스트입니다.

This Naver Post account is personally run by Big Hit Entertainment.

[End Note]

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#201111 #ot7 #bighit #official #twitter #naver #bangbell #blogpost #bts #bangtan #bts seasons greetings

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flyingnachos-blog1 · 7 years

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"I Feel Like Gucci"- Jessi This song dope, been listening to it eversince it was released. Jessi's pic © Jessi's instagram Source: Instagram Edited: shizunot

#jessi ho #lucky j #ymc entertainment #gucci #khiphop #phone wallpaper #phone lockscreens

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bibliocratic · 4 years

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variants on a scenario or: ten Martin Blackwoods walk into a house.

episode 170 spoilers, like BIG SPOILERS.

jonmartin, one sided Martin/Lonely

In every universe, eventually, he finds the house we've built for him.

There is a smudge that copy-cats the shape of a man, and they wander the corridors. Sweep from room to room, dust-mote slow and purposeless. They are the colour of the wallpaper on our walls, and a sludgy heartbeat follows the metronome of our clock, and their eyes reflect back only the fog-rent vistas of our rooms. We cosset them in mist, give them the means to bury themselves forgotten.

They are not happy, but much happier. They are not safe, but much safer.

We have loved them like children love toys; loved to faded-ness, to sun-stained faint watercolour, to dereliction, dilapidation.

Once, the Avatar stalked past them in the corridor, shouting a name long rusted. The Avatar did not see them, and the man-shaped being didn't remember that was their name anyway.

It is better this way, we think.

It is a poorly observed phenomena, how closely we ally with so many of the others. Seep in at the corner of their shades like a fading gradient. We are beloved of the Mother, The Choke, The Everchased. The One-Who-Sees has bordered us close-knit, and though its gifts of awful revelation and exposing the terrible as-it-is have never found much fertile soil with the Not-as-They-Should-Be, we at least have always been on pleasant terms with the Twisting Deceit.

The Stranger's lessons are in our fog, which refracts light and image like carnival mirrors. We build cliff-faces of falsehood, impassable paths bricked along with lies designed to distract, waylay, confuse.

This is your house, we whisper to him.

You have always been here alone, we promise.

We recite to our beloved that he has never been loved, and our winds, our walls, our winding mists tell him so often that eventually he believes us.

It is cruel. A kindness we had thought to spare him.

We tailored this room, these walls, this house for him to wear, fitted and befitting, yet he picks at the seams, rubs patches into the weft of us through the friction of his insistence.

He always remembers eventually. Cycles round in conversational fits and starts, spasms and shocks, frowning at the tape recorder in his hand. He always remembers, and the intrusion of the wanting Eye, like a splinter, a broken bone, a half-glimpsed glimmer through our fog, won't let him rest, won't allow him to drift away properly.

Oh, hello there, he will smile at the little recorder. And steadily, his numbness will recede to fear, his blankness to panic, his silence to desperate declarations of a selfhood we have long worked on eroding.

Is this – this isn't my house, this can't be, why am I …. Jon! J-Jon, I'm here, I need you to find me Jon, please.

Before the realisation surges back out, gripless as tide. Memory washes away just as easily with the surf, we have found.

Oh, hello there.

Round and round and round he goes. Ad infinitum. It would be kinder just to vanish.

Sometimes we are lucky. Our traps snaring multiple.

After all, we have so many rooms going spare. Enough for both of them to join us.

The feast we desire walks into our open mouth.

His hands are chilled, frost-touched, trembling; he is babbling because he is nervous, because he smells the brine and sea-breeze and chemical tang of hospitals, because he knows he is enclosed by our teeth.

He does not fall behind. He does not lose his grip, does not stray from the hallways, the corridors. Our fog clouds his ankles but he doesn't stumble.

He leaves us, holding his anchor like a talisman, and our jaws are left wanting and empty.

He never chooses us willingly.

He never wants us, not like he did. He does not yearn for silences, for the world to be washed colourless and simple and painless, not like he used to.

It hurts, how often he rejects us.

The Avatar rips the clock from the wall. Shatters chair legs, tears down the lining of wallpaper, the carpeting, colouring the air with the name of the one we have taken.

He Sees into the heart of us and still cannot find him.

He is furious, powerful, but he is also insensible with terror, mired in guilt and recrimination and loneliness, and this only serves to help us dig our teeth in. He may be king in this world but he cannot conquer tide. He never deserved him, he who we claimed long before, our tendrils deep-rooted, historical. We have had our beloved all his life.

Not now, Martin.

You're a bad son. You put her there, and she hates it, how could you do that to her, your own mother –

Not now, Martin.

Useless. Forgetful. Clumsy. Loud.

Shut up, Martin.

Boring. Poor company. A placeholder for better friends.

They're all better off without you.

We don't have to tell him many lies. Life taught him to lie to himself far better than we ever could.

He is a work in progress, work of art, our masterpiece.

Over time-honed hours we sand away the corners of his recollections. After-work drinks, and inside jokes, and drunken songs shared between three. We touch up the shading so his mind does not stray to remembering small triumphs, earned successes, hard won victories. We scrub at the stubborn stains of his mother's disdain, the gnawing panic left by a series of jobs that left him empty and frustrated and desperately trying to make the budget match up, the easy everyday dismissals he believed he deserved.

We sand off the more recently applied paint of carefully cultivated loves and wishes and hopes, the whitewash of acceptance he thought he could finally claim. The Archivist's love has upholstered parts of him we had already weakened, but we are patient, we have time aplenty to sow our seeds and watch our meadow flourish, and we toil and scrape and wear him down until we can see the raw wood of him peaking through.

When we have finished, we are the only thing he can ever remember being.

10.

We know we have failed this time when he finds his name.

I am Martin Blackwood, and I am not lonely anymore.

When he refuses to be quiet, when he shouts his value, his worth, the things that we have failed to wipe from him so they echo and shake our walls down.

I am not lonely anymore. I have friends. I am in love. I will not forget, I will not.

He clears the borders of our domain with his head held high, his anchor walking by his side, and we know we have lost him for good.

#tma spoilers #jonmartin #the magnus archives #all content warnings similar to episode 170 #cw mental degradation #cw self esteem issues #cw depression #the lonely

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insfiringyou · 4 years

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BTS - They use sex toys with their girlfriend (all members)

Contains Soft smut. Hard smut. Various sex toys and aids. Fluff. Rimming. Anal play. Jungkook’s birthday. Mentions of marriage.

Set at various points in each member’s relationship with their headcanon girlfriend, these scenarios contain a lot of essential plot elements, Easter eggs and minor spoilers for future fics.

You may also be interested in our scenarios where the members visit an adult toy store with their girlfriends (please note Jimin’s scenario here takes place with an ex girlfriend - Angel)

Find out more about our headcanon universe and original characters here

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM / Jin / Suga / J-Hope / Jimin / V / Jungkook

& Our full masterlist can be found here

Rated content below the cut

Jimin (& Ara)

Set around 9 months before Jimin’s military enlistment

“How did it go?” Jimin’s smile was obvious as she walked through the door, placing her set of house keys in the ceramic dish on the top of the cabinet in the hallway. She cast an eye on the wooden furniture a little unfavourably, thinking that she would have to repaint it to match the pastel wallpaper she had picked out to redecorate the apartment. Her thighs ached like mad, but she matched his grin as she slipped her handbag from her shoulder and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend.

“I messed up a few steps.” Her fingers splayed across his shoulder blades, holding him close with a blush. “I never was a natural dancer.”

“It gets easier.” He promised. “I messed up all the time when I just started out.”

She pulled away with a timid smile. “I doubt that’s true.”

“It is.” He laughed. “And you have a better voice than me. I bet they’ll want you as lead vocalist.”

“Maybe…” She pressed her cheek to his, admiring how soft his skin was against hers and the fragrant, fruity scent of shampoo from his sandy hair. “You smell nice.”

“I had a bath.”

“Lucky for some.” She smirked, pressing her lips to his skin. With the older members enlisting, he had never had so much free time. At least he was keeping on top of the housework, she thought to herself. They had moved in together the month before, shortly before her audition, and while there was still work to do on the decor, his apartment was beginning to feel more homely to her.

“You could have one too?” He suggested. The claw tub was a new addition to the bathroom and one which had been getting plenty of use since she had started dance practice, with her limbs often sore and achy when she came home in the evening. Jimin had been able to help with that too...there was a bubble bath he had recommended to ease her tired muscles and, she had to admit, it had worked wonders so far.

“Maybe…in a bit.” She shrugged. Having showered after practice, all she wanted for now was to get out of her tight exercise clothes and into her favourite pajamas. With a quick peck to the lips, she led the way into their shared bedroom, loosening the cord on her latex pants as he closed the door behind them.

“Do you have a name yet?” He asked as she slid her pants down her legs, feeling his mischievous eyes burning into her backside as she revealed her panties. Even in comfy shorts, she knew he found her sexy.

“Me or the group?” She turned with a grin.

“Both.”

She shrugged, moving onto the figure-hugging vest. “Not yet. We have some ideas…”

“Care to share?” The soft sound of settling bedsprings filled the room as he climbed casually onto the duvet, watching her unclasp the front fastening of her sports bra.

“It’s a secret.” She grinned, pulling the grey fabric away from her perky breasts and watching as his eyes roamed over her gentle curves. “I think Ara’s easy enough to remember though.” Moving her hands to the back of her head, she unfastened the band which held her hair up, allowing the dyed locks to fall over her shoulders. The ends were a little curled from the shower and brushed her collarbones.

“It’ll make things a lot easier...if you keep your name.” He agreed, slowly getting up from the bed to join her.

“Yeah.” She agreed, bridging the gap between them with a small smile. She pressed her lips gently to his. “I wanted to thank you…”

“For what?” Jimin asked, unable to stop himself from smiling at her sweet taste.

She sighed quietly. “I know you had something to do with getting me the audition.” His coy expression a moment later told her everything she needed to know and she hit his shoulder lightly with her fist, grinning.

He let out a cry of pain, mocking her, before he held her steady by the hips, looking her in the eye. “I thought you didn’t want to be an idol.” He teased.

She felt herself blush even harder, her cheeks stained pink. “I just want to sing...” She shrugged shyly. “It doesn’t matter where.”

Jimin touched his palm to her cheek, cupping her face. “I love you…”

She felt her chest flutter at the sight of him, his warm touch so tender after a hard, tiring day, and found herself pressing her lips against his once more, opening her mouth against his - wanting him to know how much she appreciated having him around - having his love. He moaned into her mouth as she flattened her body against his, feeling her bare breasts against his chest. A moment later, his lips were kissing them gently, sucking the little buds of her nipples as she moaned above him, moving her hands from his shoulders, to his hair, to his cheeks, unable to find a stable position to hold them in.

Feeling worked up, she eased him away from her breasts and edged him towards the edge of the bed, pushing him gently into the covers by the centre of his chest. With a grin, he let out a soft cry as he fell, bouncing his body a little dramatically on the pale-green duvet as her hands moved to his jeans.

“What are you doing?” He grinned, looking up at her as she unfastened the metal button above his zipper and began the process of freeing him from the confines of his clothes. He didn’t protest, instead aiding her by raising his hips when she moved onto his white shorts, and spreading his legs as she nestled between them on the covers. “Oh!” He let out a gasp as her lips closed around him, sinking down his length as her fingers probed further down, nails grazing his balls, moving lower still until they reached his thighs. He didn’t have time to think through what she was doing and intuitively lifted his hips as she pushed him back, his cock slipping from her mouth as she moved between his arse cheeks and began to lick around the tight pucker of his anus.

“Does that feel good?” She asked, allowing her saliva to pool around his opening before trailing her tongue along the skin. He could only nod, though she couldn’t see it and, taking his low moans as a good sign, continued to lick him gently.

“Oh, baby.” He cried, maneuvering himself to slide his arms from the loose material of his baggy shirt and lifting it over his head. She smirked at the change in motion, pulling back to observe his naked body as he lay spread-eagled on the bed. Her eyes darted to the only remaining item of clothing and she let out a small, breathy laugh.

“Do you want me to get your socks?” She offered.

He grinned in reply and she slid them from his feet, throwing them to the floor. Running his hands through his hair, he looked a little embarrassed. “Do you still have that vibrator I bought you?” He asked with a blush, his cheeks stained.

“It’s in my draw, why?”

He smiled. “It might feel good if you…”

He did not need to finish. She brushed past the bundle of socks and underwear in the bottom cabinet before finding what she was looking for. It was bubblegum pink, but she didn’t think that would matter. Turning it on with a soft hum, she returned to the bed and got herself comfy on the sheets, moving the little bullet along the pucker of skin she had moistened with her tongue. The sounds he made below her were enough to tell that the vibe had been a good call and she couldn’t help but wonder whether this was his first time trying this.

“Do you want me to put it inside?” She asked timidly, not knowing if it would feel good or not.

“It’s okay…” He whispered, protesting gently.

With a smile, she moved back in, giving him a tentative lick before rubbing the area gently, massaging him with the little toy as he whined in pleasure. She became lost in her motions, knowing she was pleasuring him in a way she had never done before, and almost forgot about his erection until he came, harshly, spilling himself on his toned stomach. Her tongue continued for a moment longer until it became obvious he was too sensitive from his orgasm and wanted her to stop.

Wiping her lips, she moved away slowly, almost unable to believe what she had just done. He looked at her in awe as she climbed from the bed, wiping her lips gently with the back of her hand.

“I hope you liked it.” She smiled, turning the device off and moving onto her panties which, in the moment, she had forgotten all about. “I’m going for a bath now.” She smirked, feeling his eyes on her as she left the room.

RM (& Ji-eun)

Set two days after the events of ‘RM’s girlfriend teases anal sex’

“Do you really have to go back?” The sheer black fabric skimmed her thighs, revealing the lacy panties underneath as she moved closer to the double bed where her boyfriend sat, propped up against the headboard, dressed in his boxers. The sight of her in the doorway made him stir, but the prospect of returning back to base the next day caused him to sigh.

“You know I do baby.” He shook his head, gesturing for her to move closer so he could admire her body in the new lingerie she had bought. The fleshy curves of her breasts arched over the delicate trim of the bodice and he wanted nothing more than to run his fingertips along them and watch her skin soften to his touch. The burgundy dress she had worn to the group dinner the previous evening was not her usual colour, but it had suited her immensely; the slit which ran along her thigh allowing him to caress her skin under the table. He had wanted her so badly last night, but she had fallen asleep upon their return to the shared apartment, the cocktails which had accompanied her plate of spaghetti causing her to pass out while he brushed his teeth in the en-suite.

Instead of moving towards him, she eyed the half full bottle of red she had opened two evenings before, shortly after he had returned home. He watched her reach for it and protested gently.

“It’s only 3pm…” Her hand snapped away and she looked at him seductively, a single eyebrow raised. “Come here…” He beckoned, pulling the bedsheet aside to allow her to straddle his lap as he pressed his mouth to hers. She opened her lips against him, running her hands along his bare shoulders, her fingernails gently skimming his skin. Pulling away, he admired her up close; the trails of dark hair which had slipped from her high, casual bun he tucked behind her ear as he kissed her again. He felt her moan against him as her fingers brushed his erection, softly at first, before holding his strained outline through the fabric of his underwear.

Moving one hand from his body, she reached over to the bedside table, her lips never leaving his as she blindly rummaged through the top draw. He was about to ask what she was searching for, but a moment later she broke the kiss with a smile.

“Do you want this on?” She asked, holding up a small, black object.

His mouth opened wordlessly as he looked at the cock ring, remembering how they had bought it together early on in their relationship. It had been part of a set, to be enjoyed by couples, but the fact it was so casually stored in the bedside table told him that it must have worked just as well for solo pleasure. The thought of her using this against her clit while he was away made him twitch against her crotch.

“Mmhmm.” He finally answered, savouring her touch as she silently grasped his waistband and slid his boxers down a couple of inches, enough to free his throbbing cock. He kissed her warm chest as she switched on the device, moving it down his member slowly; the sensation of being squeezed and constricted incredibly sexy as her hands followed, cupping and grasping him. Gently, he eased her bra underneath her nipples, watching more of her skin become visible and cupping her breasts from underneath, feeling their comforting weight in his palms. Her panties were damp against his thigh as she gently moved her hips, angling herself to allow contact with her clit, and he smoothed his fingers beneath the crotch, feeling the neat, straight trip of her pubic hair and the soft, wet skin below.

“Slip it in…” She whispered, pressing her lips to his forehead and resting on her knees to allow him to adjust position beneath her, holding himself straight as he nudged past the gusset of her panties, pressing inside her. She let out a cry as she settled against his lap, his cock filling her and the low, pulsating vibrations of the ring spreading through her lower lips. Gently, they began to rock together as she wrapped her arms tightly behind his neck, holding him close.

“Does it feel good?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yeah…” She moaned. “My clit feels amazing…”

“You feel amazing…” He replied, moving his hands to support the firm cushion of her backside as she shifted above him to rest her weight on the soles of her feet, angling more of her pussy against the soft hum of the vibrator as she began to move once more on his cock. He kept his hands against her bottom, encouraging her as she rode him.

“I’m so wet…” She gasped, feeling her eyes begin to roll back in her skull at the sensation spreading through her clit.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He grunted, feeling his own orgasm from deep within his balls, the tight, delicious sensation of the ring combined with her slick warmth encouraging his climax.

“Yeah…” She moaned, her black hair clinging to her forehead which shone with perspiration. Her thighs and calves were beginning to ache from the position she was in and she didn’t think she could keep up her movement much longer.

“Cum around my cock…” He said between gritted teeth, watching as she gasped for breath above him, smoothing the damp strands away from her face as she whined.

“I’m cumming…” She finally cried out, fighting the cramp in her calf which threatened her balance as she kept up the rigorous pace. In reply he moaned, feeling her squeezing him down below, massaging the head of his cock while the vibe worked the base. “Fill me up…” She begged, tipping herself over the final edge as she reached her climax.

He followed moments after, clutching her forearms to hold her steady as he pumped himself into her, grinding his hips against her pubic bone as he came. Her breath was ragged and he switched off the device quickly, knowing she would be sensitive and needing to be held still for a few moments more before he finally pulled out of her, his aftermath messy on the sheets and her black panties.

They were quiet as they cleaned up. He changed the bedsheets as she showered, before stepping in himself as she left the room. She was already sleepy when he returned, despite it being early, and he stroked her bare calf lovingly as he joined her on top of the bedsheets. Cautiously, he opened his mouth to speak - to reassure her that he would be on vacation again before she knew it, but she turned away, curling her body against the duvet.

“I don’t want to think about it…” She murmured, as though anticipating what he was going to say.

“Okay.” He agreed and nestled himself against her body.

Jin (& Min-seo)

Set 3 months after the events of ‘Trouble in Paradise’

“You feel so good…” Jin cried out gently, running his hand along her hair as she worked him slowly, her lips wrapped lovingly around his cock. He was laid flat on the bed, eyes half-shut as he focussed on the pleasure she was giving him, her body nude and warm, curled at the bottom of the sheets.

Having been away from her for so long, he could never take moments like this for granted, and he could tell she was likewise getting so much from being able to have him again; to kiss and hold him whenever she liked without having to worry that he would eventually have to leave her.

Her pace was moderate, working him up slowly, and when she eventually pulled away and his eyes snapped open he couldn’t help but be thankful that she hadn’t tipped him over the edge; that he could love her more with his body. As she moved up, he cupped the bottom of her swollen breasts, running his thumbs gently over her hard nipples as she hovered above him.

“Is this okay?” He asked gently, keeping his touches light.

“Yeah…” She whispered, pressing herself into him, allowing him to be more kneady in his motions.

He complied, squeezing her breasts with the palm of his hands and enjoying the full sensation between his fingertips. “Not too hard?” He questioned cautiously.

“No...it’s fine.” She bent down to kiss him lips, her breath heavy and sweet, before moving away. He watched as she took his hands in hers and gently pulled them away from her chest, replacing them with her own as she held the edges of her breasts and moved back down the bed. He let out a surprised moan when she took his cock between them, sliding her breasts along the shaft. He watched from his awkward angle, his head propped up against two pillows, as the pink head of his cock disappeared between her fingers, cushioned in the valley she created between her full breasts. Beyond that, his eyes moved along her body; soft in all the right places; her skin radiant and beautiful.

“Min-seo…” He cried out, unable to help himself. He saw her smile tenderly, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him as she continued pleasuring him with her breasts, only stopping once she began to ache. Slowly, she pulled away and sat up on the bedsheets, holding his hands as he joined her in an upright position.

The massage oil had been both of their ideas, though he had been to get it by himself, browsing the aisles of the small store a little timidly. He knew her body was starting to feel more sore than usual, and the candles seemed like a fun way to help her in the bedroom. He reached for the small jar and blew out the flame, allowing it to cool on the bed stand for a few minutes as they kissed sweetly.

“It smells like birthday…” She grinned as he pulled away, making his stomach flutter pleasantly as he poured a little of the hot substance onto the palm of his hands. Slowly, he reached for her shoulders and began to massage her skin, applying enough pressure to ease her stiff neck as he watched the liquid pool along her collarbones. She closed her eyes and he paused.

“It’s not too hot?” He asked, stopping his motions as a precaution.

“No…” She said reassuringly, her voice gentle as he once again began to ease the oil into her skin. He moved over her chest to her breasts, which he knew were feeling sensitive; more responsive to his touch. He took another handful of the oil, now much cooler, and slowly circled her flesh, running his wet fingers along the peaks of her nipples, pinching them slowly between his fingers as she moaned.

“That feels good…” She whined, her eyelashes brushing her cheeks as her mouth lulled open. “Keep doing it…” She asked, her voice breathy and high-pitched.

“They look so beautiful.” He whispered, circling her areolas with his fingertips before massaging the fleshier part of her bust in his palms, his soft moans of pleasure soon joining hers. Eventually, her moans began to quieten and he sensed she was becoming too sore. He took a final handful of the oil and moved further down, rubbing it over the curve of her stomach lovingly; his hand pausing in the centre for a few moments, before pulling away. She was watching him with a smile and, when he stopped, she kissed his mouth gently.

“Do you want me to try?” She asked with a timid, if slightly mischievous, grin. He nodded, letting out a breathy laugh as she reached over his body and took the candle in her hand, dipping in her fingers to collect the last of the lavender-scented liquid which had started to solidify at the bottom. She started at his shoulders, as he had done with her, and worked her fingers along his bare pectorals, making his tanned skin sheen in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Their gaze met.

“Do I look like a bodybuilder?” He asked, face straight. A moment of silence passed between them before they let out a mutual cry of laughter and she toppled into him, snuggling her face against his wet, oily chest and dropping the now-solid candle onto the thick pile of duvet as she tried to calm down.

V (& Cassandra)

Set shortly after the events of Jin’s wedding, around a year and a half into their relationship

Cassandra’s cries were low and strained around his cock as he ran his palm along her fleshy backside, squeezing her flesh gently with a grunt, before dipping his fingers between her cheeks. Slowly, he dipped his fingertips in her cunt, pushing through the tight ring of her opening and moaning when he felt her mouth vibrate against him; her pleasure echoing through his body as he fingered her gently.

Her movements were slow to the point of being agonising, but he enjoyed how wet her mouth was; how her saliva dribbled from between her lips and down the shaft of his erection, collecting in his bush of pubic hair as her filled her. She had kept the position, her body tightly curled into itself and resting on her knees with her head in his lap, for the past half hour and her eyes had begun to stream a little; long lines of thick mascara running down her cheeks. Still, she was holding out; determined to keep him in her mouth until he stopped her, his fingers constantly playing with her pussy and the cold, metal plug in her arsehole, but keeping her from orgasm until she gave in and begged him for it.

He shifted his hand once more, moving to the edge of the plug which filled her up, feeling blindly along its edges until he had a tight enough hold on it to slip it out, centimeter at a time, hearing and feeling her moans beneath him, before pushing it back in slowly, stretching her. His lips parted in concentration as he repeated the motion, her heavy breathing becoming more and more pronounced as he stimulated her.

He felt himself slip out of her mouth, the cool air of the bedroom hitting his erection as she let out a full-bodied, cathartic groan, taking in a few gasps of refreshing air without the constriction of his cock in her throat. He stopped his motions against her, letting go of the plug to grasp the slippery base of his penis and move it against her parted lips.

“Keep sucking…”

J-Hope (& Nana)

Set shortly before Hoseok’s military enlistment, around six months into their relationship

“I’m starting to think this was a mistake…”

Hoseok’s was good-humoured but a little out of breath behind her, his fingers digging into her sides as his hips refused to slow and she sensed an edge of panic in his voice.

“Are you close?” She asked. It wasn’t that she was frustrated with him, but her body had started to ache and her last orgasm, the second of the evening, had left her feeling a little drained. The bedsheets were still a little damp below her forearms from where she had come, surprising them both.

“No…” He answered honestly, eyebrows furrowing into his forehead as he loosened his tight clutch on her bony hips, sensing she was getting a little bored with doggy. If limbs could speak, she thought, they would be thanking her, as he slipped from her opening, as rigid as ever, and she eased herself onto her back. The patchwork quilt was soft against her skin as she settled down, smoothing the damp lock of hair from Hoseok’s slick forehead as he nestled against her. He kissed her sweetly, his toothy smile pressing against her lips as he stood at the edge of the bed and wrapped her long legs around his waist. She felt him enter her, long and stiff against her inner walls, and knew he wasn’t lying when he said he was not yet close.

“I don’t think I can cum again…” She said a little weakly as he broke the kiss, voice full of apology.

He shook his head, forehead wrinkled, equally apologetic. “I don’t expect you to.”

He hadn’t needed the viagra; in fact, Nana thought, he could probably live to a hundred and still be able to get it up without needing an aid, but he had been curious, wanting to see if it would make the sensation even more pleasurable. Now, an hour later, he was beginning to panic.

“Do you want me on top?” She offered, watching his brow become increasingly sweaty beneath his red fringe.

“We can try…”

They once more switched positions, and she crouched over his body, feet flat against the bed and supporting her weight by clutching the headboard with both hands, hoping the bigger movements as she eased herself onto his cock would allow him to finish. He watched as she moaned above him, the head of his penis hitting her deep and causing her to scrunch her eyes shut, despite the fact her body was too exhausted to manage another orgasm. Her tightly wound curls bounced in all directions as she kept up the pace for another five minutes, enjoying the way his hands roamed along her ribcage and the outlines of her pronounced stomach muscles as she made love to him. Eventually, her hips began to slow and she opened her eyes.

“I don’t think I can keep going.” She muttered breathily, finally stopping. He was still hard inside her and she slipped him out. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be...I shouldn’t have done that.” He uttered sympathetically, seeing how tired she was.

She smirked, kneeling on the sheets as she tied her hair back with a band she kept on the bedside table. “No you shouldn’t.”

“Lesson learned.” He smiled a little worriedly.

She moved against his upright body, shifting into a more comfortable position. “Maybe if I suck you…”

He shook his head. “You’ve done enough.” Pressing his lips to her cheek, he sighed against her. “I love you so much Nana.”

“I love you too.”

They were silent for a moment, and she observed the way he kept his hand resting lightly on his shaft, fingertips skimming the rosy and flushed head. “Maybe you should masturbate.” She suggested, seeing the way his face relaxed; his body craving its release.

“Yeah, maybe…” He seemed cautious, as though worried she would be offended, but she smiled easily.

“Let me wash myself, and I’ll come and help you.”

“You don’t have to do that…” He looked at her seriously, feeling embarrassed for putting her through this. “Go take a shower…”

She pressed her lips once more to his soft cheek, happy to find his skin did not feel so clammy as it had minutes before. “Okay…” She agreed, getting off the bed slowly to ease the pain in her limbs and joints. She showered quickly, eager to make sure Hoseok was okay, and was happy to find he seemed almost there when she came back into the bedroom. His eyes snapped open at the sound of the bedroom door opening, and his eyes roamed over her naked form, his left hand frantically working himself at a rate she had never seen before.

With a relieved smile, she perched beside him, moving her hand over his to help him along.

“Nana…” He whined, meeting her eyes across the short space, his hand moving to palm the scant swell of her breast, her nipples hard against his skin.

“You’re nearly there…” She whispered soothingly, letting out a small whimper as he squeezed her skin gently, enjoying how sensitive her breasts felt in his hand as he moved to touch the other.

“I think I’m going to…” Before the words left his lips, she felt the warmth of his seed against her fingers, seeping across her skin from the tip of his cock, his ejaculation taking them both by surprise.

“Oh…” She let out a little gasp, but encouraged him to finish, stroking the flushed head gently as he continued to spurt. Eventually, his breathing slowed and he stopped his movements. Looking at his expression, she thought she had never seen him look so tired.

“Woo.” He let out a long, slow breath of air, making her grin. “That’s a relief...I thought we were going to have to call a doctor.”

Suga (& Jeong-sun)

Set around 8 months after they meet again following Yoongi’s discharge from the military

“Oh fuck!”

Jeong-sun’s thighs trembled beneath Yoongi’s hands as she continued to grid herself against his tongue, his mouth open and sucking at her desperately, taking her clitoris between his lips and encouraging her to move against him, wanting to tip her over the edge. She clutched at the metal bedframe with both hands, steadying her body as she felt a wave of heat wash over her, making her toes curl and body clench with pleasure. She felt him moan beneath her, his nose nudging at her clitoris as tongue entered her, savouring her taste on his tongue. She clung to the frame, knuckles turning white as she tried to keep her weight on her shaking knees, breath finally slowing as the waves began to ebb away through her body. Her cheeks felt warm and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to get a grip over her body which she seemed to have lost all control over. She wasn’t sure how long she was still for, but when she opened her eyes again, she became suddenly aware that Yoongi was still beneath her, his face buried beneath her crotch and between her thighs.

“Sorry Yoongi…” She murmured breathily, sounding less apologetic than she truly felt in her exhausted state as she slowly moved away from his body, having ridden his face for the past ten minutes. He licked his lips lavisciously and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud, quickly handing him a tissue from the box on the bedside table to wipe his face. He slowly sat up, joining her against the pillows as her heart rate finally slowed.

“How was that?” He asked, straight-faced as he curled the tissue into a bundle and threw it across the room. She watched it hit the litter basket with a smirk.

“That shot or the orgasm?” She asked equally dryly.

He grinned gummily, revealing nothing and she couldn’t help but match it, feeling her chest grow warm. Slowly, her body aching and tired, she crawled onto his naked lap, straddling his body closely and stroking the back of his black hair.

“I read somewhere sex was supposed to get worse once you got married.” She quipped, meeting his soft gaze.

In reply, he scrunched his nose in mock-disgust, making a face which caused her to laugh out loud. “Where did you read that?”

She shrugged lightly, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. “I think it was in a magazine at the dentist’s office.”

He laughed breathily. “What dentist do you go to?”

She grinned, pressing her lips to his forehead. “I’m guessing that means you have no complaints?”

“Ask me in ten years…” He mumbled, shifting his head from beneath her to capture her lips in a soft, sinking kiss. She felt her thighs tremble once more on either side of his body and he held her steady by the hips, his thumbs caressing her naked skin as his lips opened against hers, eventually moving one hand to brush through her thick black hair and rest at the back of her head. He kissed her for what felt like an eternity; she lost track of everything but the sweet, loving caresses of his mouth and the warm, fluttery sensation between her ribcage as he held her close. When he eventually pulled away, she felt as breathless as when she first climaxed, his lips moist and slightly parted.

They looked at each other for a while, not needing to say anything; the memory of the week before and what they had done, the lifelong promise they had made to each other, swam in the silence, making their cheeks glow and bodies ache for each other. Eventually, his gaze fell to her hand where he had been quietly stroking her fingers for the past few minutes, his thumb brushing along her fourth digit lovingly. She looked down, watching it trace over her knuckle.

“I don’t need a ring.” She murmured softly, wondering if he was mourning its absence.

He shook his head with a small smile. “I know you don’t.” He whispered, continuing the motion with his thumb and looking down once more. “I was thinking I might like to wear one.” He eventually said, meeting her eye once more.

Jeong-sun felt her stomach and chest grow warm and wondered if her face had turned red as she looked at him, having to bite the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from grinning, her entire body aching with her love for him in that moment. It didn’t take long for her to crack and she turned her face away from him, trying to cover the huge smile which spread over her lips. She heard him laugh softly, his face turned downward as he smiled shyly to himself, and, feeling bashful, she slid from his lap, shuffling position to sit between his parted thighs, her back nestling into his chest where he couldn’t see her face. His grin remained as he leaned against the pillows at the head of the bed, holding her body against his and placing the sole of one foot against the mattress, allowing her to rest her cheek comfortably against his upright knee.

“I love you.” He murmured against her neck, kissing the back of her shoulder tenderly as they got comfortable. She mumbled in agreement, making him laugh once more as he gently stroked her thigh. Calming down, he trailed his fingers to the soft skin on her stomach.

Silently, he felt her take his hand in hers and move it between her parted thighs, rubbing along her outer labia gently, soothingly. He followed her lead, stroking her folds, brushing the nub of her clitoris without question and, finally, dipping into her opening with two slick fingers. She let out a moan, throwing her head back to rest on his shoulder and his hand moved to cup her bare breast.

“Do you want another?” He purred against her ear, inhaling her familiar scent; sweet and milky. Her cunt contracted delightfully around his long, bony digits and, taking it as an answer, he pressed deeper inside, his palm hugging her clitoris as he held her body to him, using his other hand to splay across her midriff.

She reached behind her, between their bodies, to take hold of his flaccid cock. His orgasm had come shortly before the oral and she knew he wouldn’t be able to go again for another hour or two, but he felt comfortable in her hand and he seemed to appreciate the gesture. He trailed his fingers from her opening to her clitoris and circled the bud gently, enjoying the way she moved her hips against him to gain extra contact as he teased her.

“Are you going to make me cum or what?” She moaned breathlessly, angling her body into his touch. She could sense his grin behind her, though she couldn’t see in her current position, and a moment later, she heard him rummaging through the bedside cabinet, the one on her side of the bed, and gasped when she felt the cold metal surface of her sex bullet against her clitoris. With the flick of his finger, it hummed to life and she groaned at the contact, feeling him trail it delicately along her swollen nub.

“How did you know?” She asked, knowing that while she did not deliberately hide things from him, she had never explicitly shown him the sex toy before. Nor did she think he would go snooping in her cabinet without her permission.

“I didn’t…” He let out a breathy laugh behind her, filling her with butterflies. “Just a guess…”

Jungkook (& Young-soon)

Set around four months after Jungkook and Young-soon rekindle their love at Jin’s wedding

“I love how sensitive your nipples are…” Young-soon murmured, tugging gently on the chain which connected to the metal clamps on his flesh. Jungkook’s brow furrowed, eyes temporarily snapping shut at the sensation. While he had been shy to first try them, he could not deny how good they felt now they were attached. He had blushed furiously when Young-soon suggested they buy them in the store, claiming they were for her, but now he realised her plan all along.

“Do you want me to pull a little harder?” She asked, an eyebrow raised as she regarded his expression.

“Yes…” He moaned, not realise he was going to speak until the words left his mouth. Moments later, he felt the tug of the chain; the pleasure of the sensation counteracting any underlying pain he might have otherwise felt. He knew his girlfriend was doing this for his pleasure rather than her own, and he felt safe in the knowledge that she would never take things too far.

Eyes still tightly closed in anticipation of the next tug, he was surprised when he the release of the clips; the cold, sharp sensation being replaced with the soft, warm caress of a tongue as Young-soon took his nipples into her mouth one at a time. He let out a loud moan, clutching her head to his body, loving her so much for knowing exactly what he wanted; the soothing motion of her lips causing as much pleasure as the clamps had done moments before.

“Young-soon…” He gasped, opening his eyes to guide her to his mouth. They kissed passionately and he ran his hands along her cheeks, opening his lips against hers. Eventually, she pulled away, the teasing look in her eye still apparent.

“Did you want to try the pocket pussy now?” She asked.

He sighed breathily as she edged away from the bed and towards the carrier bag which was hooked over the back of the chair in the corner of the room.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He asked, despite knowing it had been her suggestion that they buy it. She had seen the nervous glance he had taken at the object on the shelf in the store, the crude, silicone rendition of a famous American porn star’s vagina on the cover. It was enough to tell her that he was curious about the sex toy, and she had thrown it in their shopping basket without question.

She shrugged, reaching into the bag and pulling out the box. He watched her remove the cardboard, his cock rock hard, as she slipped the cylinder from its case. “I wouldn’t have bought it for you if I minded.” She removed the cap and reached for the bottle of chocolate flavoured lubricant on the dresser, silently pouring it between the lips of the fake vagina.

Jungkook was stunned into silence as she edged closer to the bed, clutching the object in her hand and climbing beside him.

“And it’s your birthday.” She smiled, pressing her lips gently to his forehead as she slipped his cock into the tube, lowering it until he disappeared completely. His eyes scrunched closed once more and his lips parted in an almost-silent moan. “How does that feel?” She whispered against his skin, fucking him slowly with the object.

“A-amazing…” He uttered breathily, forcing his lids open to look at her, his wide eyes dark and beautiful. “But not as good as you…” He finished.

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Jessi wallpapers, requested 😎 Like and/or reblog if you save/use them :)

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Hii Sue!!💖💖 Dropping in to see how you are doing. How are you, dear? I hope you're okay. I know you are busy with your school studies. Sending you lots of positivity💞💌💞 I am sorry to hear that you've felt disconnected from J lately😕 But please, don't worry lovely. He really is THERE for/with you and he wouldn't give you up!! I hope you are able to reconnect with him soon💜💜

Des ~ ❤️❤️

I'm sorry it took me so long to answer your ask. And I apologize in advance if I'm bothering you with my long message and personal stuff 😅

First of all, you have no idea how happy I am that you like the portrait so much! And you did what?! You put him as your wallpaper?! Omg, I'm so very honored 🤭 I really didn't expect that. You know, I'm literally insecure about everything 😅😭 I just wanted to give you a little gift for always being so sweet and kind ❤️ You are truly beautiful inside and out, darling! And I can count myself lucky that I had the opportunity to get to know you! Every time I read one of your lovely messages, my heart melts with pure joy! I love you so much 💜

And... As I said, I started another drawing for you 🤡🎈But this time it will probably take me forever 😅 But it's sooo much fun!! I'm still working on the sketch because I decided to try to add a more complex background. But I wanted to give you a little sneak peek anyway. So please don't mind the things that still look funny. There are a lot of improvements and adjustments to be done.

And now I'll finally answer your questions 😅Under a cut because of personal and self-shipping stuff ❤️

Des, I can't thank you enough for checking up on me ❤️❤️ You and your kind words mean so so much to me, my dear!

Unfortunately, I'm still struggling with my university stuff. But at least I made some progress on my paper, where I have to write 15 pages. As always, I'm trying to do my best. But it's getting harder and harder for me. To be honest, I've almost completely lost my motivation. Sometimes I can hardly concentrate because I distract myself (I hate myself so so much for this 😤😢) or because my surroundings distract me. I feel like I'm the biggest loser of all time and like I can't do anything right anymore. And I'm afraid that if I fail, I will disappoint everyone and that everyone will hate me because of this. These are my biggest worries and fears right now 😔 I guess it's just the stress talking... I just miss the way things were before the pandemic shit started...

And J and I?

It's still... complicated and hard to explain. I kind of forbid myself to think about J and imagine being together with him. Not because I don't want him to be around or because I don't love him anymore. But because I'm insecure about the way I see him, especially as my F/O 😔 You know, I like reading (and writing) fics where J's more in canon, more dark. To be honest, I have no problems with him going out and causing havoc. I'd just tell him to please take good care of himself 💜 I wouldn't even mind getting up in the middle of the night to clean his clothes of dried blood stains, no questions asked. I know this probably makes me anything but a good person 😅 But when it comes to our "relationship" I prefer him to be a bit more soft, gentle, caring and dorky (in his own way, of course). I'm not expecting too much from him. J just silently sitting next to me or sporadically checking on me when I'm studying would be enough to melt my heart. I just don't want him to hurt me (or worse) and be cruel to me. But at the same time I feel silly about even imagining this... Why would he go soft on anybody? Why would he care for anybody? I mean he's still the Joker after all. That's also why I pretty much stopped posting self-shipping stuff at the moment, even though I'd really like to do it sometimes. I just feel silly writing about domestic stuff with J... And then there's this problem that I'm thinking I'm not good enough for him 😔 He deserves someone much better than me. Someone much prettier, smarter, funnier and more exciting. I'm sure, I most definitely only annoy and bore the hell out of him with my constant problems, worries and self-doubts. He must be pretty tired of me... *sigh* That's how I feel about J right now. I love him and I don't want to lose him. But I feel so insecure about him being my F/O. Ugh, I don't know why I'm doing this to myself...

Oh my god 😱 If you've read this up to this point, Des, I'm terribly sorry if I've bothered you with my personal problems!! But writing this has helped me a lot to get this off my chest 😅

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ohallthecrushes · 5 years

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I got you stuck in my head, isn't it funny? Part 2 //Joker x Reader

A/N: First of all: Thank you so much for so many hearts and nice comments. I wasn’t expect that, really. 💓 I didn’t plan to write part 2, but you encouraged me to carry this on. And no smut this time, sorry ‘bout that. ^^ I think part 3 will contain something sexy. Also it’s much shorter, but I see it as an introduction to the situation reader found herself. I still need to plan this out in my head before I write it down.

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Contains: sickness sensation, mention of fire

Word Count: 1796

Summary: You’re locked in Arkham State Hospital. You’ve met Arthur Fleck during a group therapy, you exchanged looks with him and sometimes smiles, but you didn’t real talk with each other, he was too shy to approach you and you wanted to keep your guard up in a place like this, so you kinda avoided him. Later on, he left the hospital, while you stayed until the present day. Almost half a year passed by and you forgot about Arthur, but he didn’t forget about you.

🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡

Your conscious came back to you in a few big waves of the ocean, coming from the hallway, flooding the isolation room and every corner of it, not giving you any chance to escape. Your naked body was clung onto the bed when the final wave flooded you completely, forcing you to wake up before you drowned.

You snapped your eyes open and took a deep breath in to see if you could still breathing. Lucky you, you hand't drowned, you were still pretty much alive. You blinked to clear your vision and you saw your hand resting on a white pillow in front of your face, and a white sheets covering you up to your face. No water, no waves, no fucking clowns around you. You'd been right from the beginning, you'd been dreaming a sex dream that had turned into a nightmare.

You closed your eyes and slowly stretched your body. You felt a little sore, but you had a rough night, probably you'd been throwing yourself on the bed all night because of that clown. You didn't know what time was it, but you always waited for a nurse to wake you up to give you your morning medicines, there was no need to get up too early.

I've got a great big bundle of love

And I have saved it all for you

Music.

Someone put on a music... in your room?

Ohh but I'm gonna demand a little favor

Honey let your loving be true

No, no, no, no, no. You uncovered yourself and lifted up on your elbow. Looking anxiously at things around you, you saw a window with white curtains, a yellow-brown wallpaper and a brown rug under the bed. This wasn't your isolation room, this wasn't even the hospital.

Fuck.

You shifted and turned your head to the left to look what was behind you, where the music was coming from. You'd already gotten used to the dizziness sensation in your head, but now it was combined with a sickness and you had to stop moving to prevent yourself from vomiting.

- I'm sorry for that... I really didn't mean to make you feel sick, it's just a side effect of the injection - a soft voice spoken from the other side of the room. The voice you already knew. The voice you'd last heard was in your head.

You shut your eyes for a moment to calm yourself down, to swallow a ball of fear growing inside your throat, and to tell yourself it wasn't as bad as it seemed, it couldn't be. And then you dare to look up. That part of the room that your eyes were examining now, was darker, the Sun couldn't reach out there, but you had no problem to spot Joker in his red suit, sitting in a green armchair, the painting on his face had been refreshed and he was playing with something small in his hand. Music was coming from an old school radio that was standing on a small wooden table next to the armchair.

- But I had to - he continued his apology, though for you any apology with a but in it wasn't an apology at all. It was rationalization. He was trying to justify his actions, nothing else.

But he was talking and you were going to let him do that. That was giving you a time to think and maybe understand his reasoning.

- There was going to be a riot out there in the hospital and I needed to get you out of there safe.

- Riot? Really? - you raised your eyebrow, your voice came out flat with a hint of sarcasm, you didn't believe him and he wasn't surprised by that, though he seemed to be a little bit disappointed by the way he sighed and moved his hand through his hair. You snorted at that - Why didn't you just tell me that and let me leave this place on my own legs?

- Because you couldn't have - he asserted with a sad smile - You don't believe me now, why would you've believed me then? - his voice cracked a bit at the end and you wonder whether he kept his distance to make an illusion of you being safe or maybe because he wanted to hide his face in the shadow, so you couldn't read his face expression more clearly.

- And I knew - he continued with a more confident voice - that your anxiety wouldn't have let you leave the hospital or even the room.

He rotated that thing that he was holding and you heard a click, a small flame lighted up. He reached for a pack of cigarettes on the table and took one of it out, putting it between his lips and using the flame to light it up. He took a drag and looked at you in silence. For a while you both were just watching each other from the distance, you were carefully evaluating his words as he was calculating his next move.

Oh tender love and much affection

Girl you never know what's in store for you

Clouds of smoke left his mouth as he exhaled. You lifted yourself up, but you still felt sick and you knew you were in no condition to make any moves, not mention to even try and leave the bed.

Joker reached to the table again this time putting his hand on the radio to twist the control knob. The song cut off harshly and the station changed several times, switching through different news stations, before it stopped at one and he turned up the volume so you could hear it clearly. A woman, noticeably emotionally charged, was reporting the news.

- ...Arkham State Hospital where the morning incident's mobilized the police force and the fire department to rush there and fight with the fire. Right now they're still trying to bring the situation under control. At 7 a.m. the fire reached the third floor and access there is straitened, we have no confirmed information about any people still being trapped inside the building. All we know from unofficial sources is that most of the patients had escaped before the fire started. We don't know how many and how dangerous they are to themselves and oth-

With a quiet click the female voice stopped talking and suddenly you were surrounded by a deafening silence and the realization of what had happened there. The third floor is where the isolation room was. Your room. You'd been there just several hours ago and now this place was being consumed by fire. Tears filled your eyes as you realized you could have been dead by now, and you felt more sick than you'd been before. You covered your mouth with a hand to suppress the sickness in you but also to stop yourself from crying, and slid down on the bed, putting your head on the pillow as you wished you could just sink into the mattress and disappear.

You heard rushing movements and quick steps as Joker instantly got to you and sat on the bed, murmuring in a sweet tone of his voice that everything was going to be okey and that you were safe now. His hand brushed the hair off your forehead and stroke your cheek, and you saw a single tear falling down from his eye. It mixed with the blue paint, and it followed down the long trickle already formed on his cheek. Had he been crying before? That was the reason he'd been sitting in the darkness?

You let out a little sob, but you swallowed down the need to cry. You slowly uncovered your mouth and licked your dry lips.

- You saved my life... Thank you - your voice sounded more like a whisper, but he heard you and smiled, blinking away more tears from his eyes.

- I would never let anything bad happen to you, my angel.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, his hot cigarette breath puffed against your skin.

- You need to rest - he said as he looked down at you - I have to leave you for now, but I promise I'll get back to you later, I have some things to take care off first.

You nodded and with that given confirmation from you, he could leave the room with less worries in his head. He wished he could stay with you, tell you everything, tell you the truth right away, tell you how much he'd missed you and that what he'd done had been done for you, to show you that he could take care of you and protect you now, so you could be with him and away from the cruel and evil-intentioned people of Gotham, that nothing was going to hurt you anymore.

But that wasn't the right time to do that, to say anything more than everything's going to be alright and to hope that you were going to believe that.

He had to do it right, otherwise, you'd hate him and everything he'd been working on would be destroyed in a blink of an eye.

He closed the door and quietly so you wouldn't hear, he turned the key to lock them.

You rolled to your left side and glanced at the radio. Your head started to hurt as you tried to gather the pieces of information you had and come to some logical conclusion. It was difficult, almost pointless, like having to put pieces of puzzle together when you had no picture of how it supposed to look like and you missed the important ones, like: why Arthur claimed to be Joker now and how did he know about the fire and what had happened in the hospital? There were more questions than answers and you hated to be left in the dark.

You rubbed your eyes and gave up on thinking. Your head slowly turned on its own radio station as your memory picked up the song that had been playing some minutes ago. You'd heard it before and even remember the lyrics to it. And even though It was just a random song from the radio, you didn't know why, but somehow the lyrics spoke to your subconscious mind giving you an impression like there was some creepy meaning hidden in it. And it made you shiver in dread.

Oh my darlin I love you You don't know how much I doo ooo

Except my great big bundle of love And you're gonna see

🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡 🖤 🤡

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